Premier Rencard - Ianto/Jack (english sort of version)V et VI

V Ianto's touch

26 th month later

- A weewil , according to me.
- I don't know what you're talking about...answered Jack, on the alert.

His voice was so grave and rythmed. So intense. And naïve in the same time. After a few talks, Jack, carrying a weewil body, went away to him, in the same way he would have run away from a danger – except that Captain Jack Harkness never ran away ! Inconsciously, during the few dialogues they 've just shared, Captain's body siped each inch of Ianto's shape and presence in the moon light shadows. A strange agitation came over to his mind, muscles and blood.
He fall in love with him at the first time he sound Ianto's Jones. But he refused to admit it. The young sexy man approached his left hand to Jack's neck, worring about dammage the weewil had just cause to him.
A simple more intense loock and a sway move from Jack's body could revealed it. A savage something lyed to Jack's mind, claiming he would desire eated this handsome prey. Just a sexe desert. Adorable one. So sensitive. He could played the piano with his body. But just a pleisure night. As usual.

As quite ever since he decides not to fall in love with another man. John Hart 's affair was a precious and long-lived wound to remember this own rule. Human Female were less dangerous. They could be braves or perverses but hardly handled guns or bomb or been strongers or tallers than him. That could cost some few seconds reactions. Well, usualy...He suddenly laughed, memories aimed a blow to his previous idea. Bad for his male score !

- By the way, i love the coat ! Shouted Ianto's Jones.

Jack 's ears surrendered again to this magic voice. He shivered from him. To dangerous

VI Cute Harassement

The following day, the young sexy man layed siege to Torchwood shop entrance. A perfect day for being everywhere else but here : sunny, the salted fragrance of june cardiff bay outside. Jack welcomed him with murder glance. He was about to ignore him when again Ianto's stopped him with one move : holding a cup of coffee.
Betrayed by his olfactives sensors, his chirugical loock, his beauty need, his own body rebelled against his mind : a Jack's hand catched up the cup of coffee, the warm of the container, its durability and sweetness were a promiss of what could be the man in front of him : fresh and strong and as fine as porcelain.
But Jack's mind still refused the trap and the trapper. He tasted in a long sip the coffee gift. Amazing ! His body forced his soul to admitt that it.
So, in fact, he has checked who was this attractive apparition last night, he knowed about his C.V., his studies, his Torchwood London allegeance. His mind rang the third round : not clever enough, coming from TW London – crazy and perverses people, he remembered the way they had used Tosch and her mum, it's helped him to snob Ianto's presence.
Jack resumed his triumphant march. But ennemi doesn't surrender so easyly.
- I saw what happened at Canardwarf war. What 'll do with my memories ?
- You are not of my responsability, answerd Jack, with a frozen tone.

He tried hard to get rif off him, to chase him from his life , insulting him, ordering him to live the city, threathened Ianto,etc. But how to resist a pterodactyle hunt ! That was faith. And even a time-traveler get to accepted its influences.