A/N: we see things from Jack's perspective.

No spoilers

Beta-ed: TattoedLibrarian

Jack was amazed. He stood there for few moments more watching how easily Ianto fell asleep. It was not only sleeping that fascinate him; it was that throwing away all regard, all fences. `Just let yourself in` Ianto said and fell asleep feeling safe enough to let him roam around like he was at home here. Ianto sighed in his sleep and Jack remembered he had to hurry. He moved and without turning on the light he picked up his t-shirt and dressed on the move.

Gwen briefed him on the phone and he had to hurry before the police removed all the evidence. It was a drag to race with time, sometimes they were willing to wait but sometimes they would just clean up and leave, making it hard to determine if anything happened that concerned them. Jack jumped in SUV to meet them by the Hub where the rest of them were expecting him. While he drove Jack felt as if he was on edge, on the verge of dangerous emotions. He couldn't make out which ones, but he felt shaken, out of balance. When he got to Ianto's apartment he didn't expect much, Ianto declared that things would go slow, and he was fine with that. Ianto did keep his part of the bargain; he had kept things slow, slow on the outside. But on the inside Jack felt fear building up. Not in there, not while Ianto did his thing, while it lasted he felt peaceful, safe and in the right place. The fear began when he closed the door behind him with the key in his hand. Fear that this would hurt too much.

When Ianto touched him in the dark in Jack's mind there was a picture of a blade in the other hand stabbing violently and ruthlessly and for a split second he even tensed in anticipation of the blow. Of course he remembered that this was Ianto and he wouldn't do something like that just to see if he would revive again. But like always, he was shaken by the sight. Before he could get over it he felt Ianto's lips pressing to that point where a stab wound would leave a trace if he could keep his scars. He almost cried out at that touch. After that Ianto's fingers traced his skin exploring like he was searching for invisible scars and Jack's body tensed when he got to those places in unconscious expectation that the mark would be there, that he would be exposed. Ianto removed his shirt leaving him bare going with his lips and hands from forgotten mark to invisible scar and during that Jack passed memories of the worst times, and in some strange way he felt as if he was letting go of some of it, returning to the present to find Ianto still there with his soft hands and warm lips on his skin, accepting him. Jack thought he was safe, that he could handle it, but then Ianto reached his shoulders and flashbacks of the Master and hanging from the chains screaming almost made him cry out. He managed to contain it because Ianto made a pause waiting for him to calm down again. But when he returned to the pillow and the smell of Ianto, the touch continued tracing his arms like he remembered, like he knew. Ianto held his wrist where the chains would have been and held it there for awhile. Jack went from the past to present, feeling the steel and pain, and returning to Ianto's gentle touch. Soon enough he stayed in this moment just feeling the tender grip, sweet smell and comfortable dark.

Ianto's hands let go and found their way to his hair. Jack turned around when Ianto encouraged him to do so. He looked up to Ianto's shape that hovered there and Jack knew that only moments passed, but he felt like it took forever. Jack was amazed that Ianto was still there, unchanged. Then Ianto put those hands of his gently to his face, cupping it, taking it whole. He leaned forward and Jack expected him to place his kiss on some of those countless cuts and bruises that weren't there, but instead he placed his lips to Jack's and that had awaken Jack back to the present, to his body, to his need. Without real thought he striped Ianto of his shirt and pulled him down to feel his weight. Ianto laughed and it was wonderful sound, it resonated through Jack's chest. He missed laughter.

Ianto accused him of cheating and Jack grinned satisfied with the weight on him and touch of their naked bellies. If he wanted to break the rules he would surely be safely buried in Ianto and stayed like that for a long while. But he liked how Ianto handled things; it took the edge off his need. That's why he let things slide Ianto's way. He just joined their erections to point in which direction he would like to move things along.

Ianto took his suggestion and soon enough his erection was free of confinement. Oh how Jack loved to be touched, to be wanted. Everything went still and the memories were gone, he just enjoyed what had been given to him. Ianto inspected him with curiosity and caution. Jack smiled in the dark, he knew to recognize lack of skill but he soon got a good grip on things and Jack was on his way. His orgasm wasn't far away but he held it for awhile just to enjoy the sensation. He wanted it to last, but then Ianto's tongue started to move tasting him and he was done. Ianto paused for a second and then he let go of him.

When his cock was back in the air Jack still felt desire building its way back up, he wanted to be connected to Ianto and just be that way for awhile, to feel him.

"Ianto Jones" he said his name with meaning and dragged him up, there was no time left for patience; he had to have him now. In a moment he got rid of excessive clothes and positioned Ianto where he wanted him. Ianto tried to complain, but Jack knew how to handle the rules, to avoid them you had to pay attention.

"There is nothing sneaky about this, it's a plain frontal attack" Jack informed him, he agreed not to be subtle but a blunt attack wasn't mentioned. He didn't give Ianto a chance to argue, he just took his mouth and then he sucked and licked trying to get a taste of Ianto inside of him. He wasn't gentle; his hands were trying to get a strong hold of him, to ground him here, to feel his bones. When he reached that pulsing erection, he was ready for the taking. Jack's cock was twitching with anticipation. But then he heard that inevitable sound of ringing, the sound that meant danger and cold. He held still watching how all his plans were shattering before him.

Ianto spoke up first stating the obvious, but Jack wasn't ready to give in, maybe it was nothing and it would stop ringing any time now. But it continued.

"They can handle it alone" Jack leaned his head on Ianto's skin feeling his lively cock pulse beside him. He wanted to let it pass for once.

"She'll call again" Ianto said what they both knew. Damn Gwen if she'd let him slide after his wonderful vacation away. Jack cursed himself for not turning that damn phone off and reached for it over on Ianto's side.

Gwen's voice came sharp and loud in the darkness and Jack felt like he was all dressed up on the street looking at her sharp face. He reached out and grabbed a hold of Ianto's beautiful erection to stay here, he was still on Ianto and damn him if he let it slide while he ran off into more danger. He started to work on Ianto's length enjoying his hardness. He responded so wonderfully trying to suppress moans. That sound occupied Jack's attention and Gwen's report became background noise, he filed it in his head for later and leaned to taste Ianto's arched neck properly.

Gwen paused asking where he was.

"I'll be there in ten" he said, hung up and stopped his movement. Ianto found his voice and immediately assumed he'd drag him out too. Jack smiled fondly, Ianto was always ready to check in and do what was needed, no questions asked.

"No, I have to go; you're apparently on a date, so you can sleep a bit." Jack said knowing he'd need his sleep and in addition, Jack apologized. He really had no time to waste, although he had to abandon his plans of camping inside of Ianto for few days, he had to take a taste of things. And he wouldn't live up to Ianto's recognition that he was gentlemen enough if he would left him like this to handle things on his own.

There was no time for curtsey or adjustment so Jack just took him without further hesitation. He used his old proven methods and Ianto was over the edge in few seconds. Those methods were usually part of torture and extortion techniques. You'd be surprised how willingly people would spill their guts just to get a release. Pain and pleasure were closely intertwined; there was a fine line between them. On Ianto Jack used only the good parts but he knew that coming so hard would exhaust him enough to sleep it off until morning. And he did fall asleep, but not before he gave him instructions about the door and returning.