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And then we had a conversation about vampires.

Who: Ianto Jones and Jack Harkness
What: No, seriously, a conversation about vampires. Also, about Greek gods.
Where: In bed.
When: Immediately following this craziness.
Notes: Communication is key to a successful relationship.
Warnings: Possible bickering. ~~In bed.~~ Now with smut! :D

Ianto disconnects the call with Cassandra, and he can't help but think the ringing silence in the room is rather foreboding. He hasn't done anything wrong, he knows that, and yet he knows Jack isn't pleased about what he probably feels is a failure on Ianto's part to pass on important intel. It's not always easy to separate their working relationship from their personal relationship, especially while living in a situation that falls under their jurisdiction, but in a foreign world where Torchwood is a non-entity. To make matters worse, Jack's defenses are visibly up about the whole vampire thing -- and Ianto is going to have words with Cassandra about mentioning things that only serve to scare the shit out of Jack.

Now they're on the precipice of what is probably going to be a very uncomfortable discussion, and Ianto has already given up on getting any more sleep in the near future. He looks sideways at Jack, but doesn't dare speak first.

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Ianto sighed. "What exactly was what, Jack? Are we talking about Apollo, or the actions of my clearly disturbed counterpart from another universe?"

He was sympathetic to Jack's feelings, but couldn't help but be a bit dry about it. Still, might as well cut to the chase.

"We're talking about Apollo, Ianto, damn it," he said, sitting forward and running his hand through his hair. "I thought we agreed that we were going to share everything that we found out about this place. Why didn't you tell me that there were prophets in the city?"

Wel, for now they were talking about Apollo. Ianto had no illusions as to where this conversation was heading. A little frustrated, he rubbed a hand across his face before answering.

"Jack, everyone knows the story of Cassandra. When I told you she was the Cassandra of Troy, I thought that meant something to you and I didn't have to say any more. And I wasn't trying to withhold information about Apollo, it honestly just slipped my mind. We've been introduced to a lot of people here, Jack, and a lot has happened since we arrived. I'm sorry if I can't always remember to tell you every aspect of my day. Shall I start writing out daily reports? Perhaps you'd just like open access to my diary?" He knew was just being unfair now; not that Jack ever refrained from reading his diary, whenever Ianto failed to hide it.

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"Yeah, well I don't know the story!" Jack admitted, yelling because...alright, yes, he was ashamed. If everyone was supposed to know the story, he certainly didn't. The Time Agency didn't care about teaching mythology of the most ancient kind. Even the 20th century was pushing it. Sometimes, he just didn't know things. "I didn't know..." he said, quieter, because he hadn't meant to yell. "Damn it."

He put his face in his hands for a few moments, feeling stupid for not knowing a story that everyone should know, for feeling out of time like he was, and most of all because... "You wouldn't do that, would you?" he asked, after a moment, switching topics abruptly. "You wouldn't...become immortal to stay with me...?"

Abruptly, Ianto felt like a heel. He knew very well Jack was out of his time, knew that his upbringing for the most part probably didn't involve most of the stories and games kids of Ianto's day and age had been raised on. He opened his mouth to apologize when Jack abruptly changed the subject, and Ianto had to shut it again. He took a moment to mull over his answer, and steeled his courage before speaking.

"No. I don't want to live forever, Jack. I see what it does to you." He placed a hand on Jack's, squeezing lightly in support. "But I also know how much it scares you, to lose everyone. Tosh and Owen... Sometimes you look at me, and I know you're thinking that I could go next. I've no doubt you look at Gwen like that too."

He had to take a deep breath to steady himself. "I admit that when you look like that, I wish there was something I could do. I don't want to be a vampire, or a zombie, or anything like it, but... If there were some way to reassure you I wouldn't die for the next few decades, maybe even extend my life or my youth -- just for a while -- I'd consider it. You wouldn't ever have to look at me with those haunted eyes again."

He smiled a little sadly. "But that sort of thing always comes with a catch, I should think. And I'm not willing to pay."

Jack raised his head to look at Ianto, sadly, as he listened to Ianto talking to him about the look that he sometimes got. He couldn't deny it. Especially now, after Owen and Tosh had died, he was afraid, so afraid that Ianto would be next. Especially because Ianto was all he had over here. He couldn't even bear to think of losing him in this place, let alone at all. He shifted his hand in Ianto's hold to grasp back.

"I hope you don't," he said. "I wouldn't wish this on anyone. I'd rather we find a way to change me back than have you ever joining me forever. I... I don't want to lose you, but. Not like that, Ianto. Promise me you won't become a zombie or a vampire or...anything like that."

"I won't, Jack. I promise, I won't. I don't think I could enjoy life if I had to drink blood, or be allergic to sunlight. I still want to be myself. And if anyone ever pops up and insists they can make me invulnerable to harm without some awful catch, I wouldn't accept without talking to you first. I can promise that too."

He sighs, shifting closer to Jack so they're touching, side to side, down the length of their bodies. "And I'm sorry I assumed you knew about Cassandra. I shouldn't have. I know you didn't grow up with the same things I did, and I should have expected Greek mythology might have gone out of style. You probably have 21st-century mythology instead," he said wryly.

Jack shrugged. "We have a lot of places and a lot of times to cover in our history classes in the 51st century. The 20th and 21st century were my hobbies. But that didn't include mythology that you know from previous times, so..."

He leaned into Ianto a little, placated by his promise not to do anything drastic without talking to him about things before. "...thank you," he said, softly. He wasn't usually a man for pleases, thank yous, or apologies whatsoever. But he was feeling more vulnerable lately, having lost Tosh and Owen, his brother, and then their entire world, and so he wasn't above letting the other man know that it meant something for him to say that.

Ianto leaned over and kissed the first patch of skin he could reach, which ended up being Jack's shoulder. It was a 'you're welcome' without being one, because this wasn't really a situation for 'your welcomes'. There was a brief silence, and Ianto wound his fingers through Jack's, looking at their hands as if they were a bit fascinating. "I could tell you the story of Cassandra, if you like."

Jack leaned into the touch of Ianto's kiss, tightening his hand in Ianto's grasp and nodding slightly. "Yeah," he said, because he should know about it. Especially if everyone knew, especially if he'd wronged her in another world like he supposedly had. So that he'd know whether he'd be making a faux pas against her history that he should be aware of or not. "Could you? I've apparently made enough mistakes with her life, it'd be nice to at least try not to make any more."

"It wasn't you," Ianto was quick to remind him, "You haven't done anything wrong, Jack. She just has to remember that."

He let his thoughts drift back to how Cassandra's story started, as best as he could remember it, and began with, "There was a city, on the coast of what's now modern Turkey, called Troy..."

He continued to chronicle the legend of the Trojan War in languid tones, relaxing into the tale and weaving it with the sort of easy enthusiasm one should always have for epic tales. He smirked a little when he talked about the Trojan Horse, and made reference to the modern day computer virus. Cassandra's story was a sad one, but it was part of a greater story that defined European culture for millennia after its end, and still had an effect.

Eventually, he tapered off. "I can't quite remember what legend says happened to Cassandra after the fall of Troy. She said she was about to be murdered when she was spirited off to some other world, so for all I know, the tales might say her murderer succeeded."

Jack listened attentively throughout the whole of the tale, nodding and adding in his two cents when it was needed like any good listener should do. When Ianto tapered off, Jack shook his head. "Greeks... I've been to Greece. Around the time of the eruption of Pompeii. Let me tell you what. I have never seen any other group of people make their own drama as much as the Greeks," he said, trying to make light of what was obviously a tragic story.

"Are you implying that Cassandra might be a tad dramatic, Jack?" he asked with feigned disapproval, his eyebrows raised. The effect was ruined when he couldn't keep the corners of his mouth from twitching.

Cassandra was probably one of the most dramatic people Ianto had ever met, not that he could really blame her. She'd had a rather dramatic life.

Jack shot Ianto a pointed look. "I think it's pretty fair to say as much, don't you?" he asked. He sighed a little, placated by the story and Ianto's explanation of the fact that he wasn't going to run off and find the nearest vampire to turn himself, and relaxed.

"...sorry. That I woke you up for all of this. I hadn't anticipated quite as much of a song and dance as there turned out to be," he said, a bit sheepishly.

Ianto squeezed Jack's hand again, silently reassuring him that it was alright. He didn't mind losing a bit of sleep if it meant putting some of Jack's concerns to rest. That said, there was no reason not to take advantage of the moment.

"Oh, I'm very put out. Practically inconsolable. Though, I suppose now that I'm awake, you might find a way to make it up to me..."

A slow, easy smile spread across Jack's face, and he raised Ianto's hand to his lips, pressing a light kiss against his knuckles, before smiling more wickedly. "Oh, yeah, I think I'm capable of finding something that might just do the trick..."

He slipped closer, pressing a light kiss to the corner of Ianto's jaw. "Of course," he said, his voice low, suggestive, "I could let you call the shots. Tell me what you want, Mr. Jones, and I'm yours..."

Ianto's eyes darkened, his breath quickening. He ducked his head a little, breathing in Jack's pheromones and brushing his lips against Jack's ear. It only took him a second to decide exactly what he wanted.

"I want you in me," he breathed huskily, "I want to ride you. Grab the lube, Jack." His teeth found Jack's earlobe, and his fingers moved like magnets to warm, bare skin, seeking out sensitive dips and planes.

Jack didn't need to be told twice, especially not when Ianto was talking like that, when his voice was as suggestive and sexy as it was in that moment, all low and sexual and god that accent... "Yes, sir," he said, smirking against the side of Ianto's face, before pulling back to roll across Ianto and grab the lube out of the drawer next to him.

He held the lube in his hands for a moment to warm it a bit more, leaning forward to nip at the side of Ianto's neck once more, before speaking up again. "You wanna do the honors?"

Rather than answering, Ianto chuckled and playfully flipped Jack onto his back, straddling him. He took the lube with a wicked smile, popping the cap off without breaking eye contact.

"I want you to touch me, Jack," he said, squeezing some lube onto his fingers. "Touch me while you watch me prepare myself for you, but don't touch yourself." Ianto slipped the first finger into himself, watching Jack's face with intent anticipation for his reaction.

Jack's breath hitched slightly in anticipation as Ianto flipped him over, laughing breathlessly as the other man straddled him and gave him his orders. Orders that he would be hard pressed not to follow.

He put his hands on Ianto's hips, massaging there slightly as the other man started to do the work himself. "Touch you here?" he asked, his tone slightly teasing. He shifted his hand a little closer to Ianto's groin, tracing his fingers lightly over the skin as he did so. "Or somewhere else...?"

"Tease," he scolded lightly, grinning and shivering at Jack's touch, the muscles of his thighs twitching. "You're getting warmer."

He gradually inserted another finger, stretching slowly. He knew Jack liked to watch, so he moaned lowly, flexing his hips and putting on a show.

Jack hummed in response to Ianto's scolding, pleased at the reaction he was getting out of the other man, at the reaction of what Ianto was doing to himself. Alright, yes, so he was putting on a bit of a show and Jack recognized that, but he sure as hell wasn't complaining.

Jack lightly traced his finger around the skin right above the base of Ianto's arousal, using his fingernail to scratch lightly as he did as well. "Still going in the right direction?" he asked, slyly.

Ianto's breath hitched. "Very hot now, Jack," he responded huskily.

Watching Jack spread out beneath him, Ianto couldn't wait to make him lose it, to watch that confident self-control dissolve into thrusting hips and digging fingers and gasping, nonsensical exclamations of pleasure. But Ianto had self-control of his own, and he was taking his time.

And this is how it got with the pair of them. Jack so liked to have his own fun with making Ianto's calm collectedness fall away and reveal the passionate man beneath it all. Reduce him to noises and movements and gasped requests for more. He wrapped his hand around Ianto's arousal, not holding back any, and gave an experimental pump with his hand, running it slowly along the length of it and then back.

"Maybe this, then...?" he questioned. "Or am I getting further away now...?" He threatened to let go.

Ianto groaned, canting forward agreeably into Jack's touch. "Don't you dare," he growled with mock-threat when Jack played at letting go, "or you don't get your reward."

He let that sink in, gave Jack a moment to think about what sort of reward Ianto might have in mind, and took the opportunity to slide a third and final finger inside himself. For all Ianto's very good intentions of going slowly, Jack was always so good at making him eager, damn him.

Jack raised an eyebrow at that. 'Reward', huh? Well. That sounded promising. Jack had no problem behaving if it meant anything even remotely resembling a reward from the man in front of him.

"Guess I found what I'm supposed to be paying attention to, then," he said, with a smile, and resumed his slow pace with his hand, tracing his thumb along the ridge on the underside of Ianto's erection.

Ianto made a very agreeable noise and pumped leisurely into Jack's hand, sighing soft and long as he sunk further down onto his fingers. Finding his sweet spot, he pressed against it in a rolling motion, relaxing fully into the slow pace.

He fumbled a little reaching for the lube, his concentration thrown, but managed to squeeze some onto his palm before firmly taking Jack in hand. He matched the pace Jack had set, thumbing the head of Jack's cock on the downward slide and squeezing gently on the way back up.

Jack shifted under Ianto's touch, laughing, his voice slightly breathless as he did so. He tended to do that, laugh, whenever he was happy and turned on. "You know, you have a very skilled set of hands there, Mister Jones," he said, idly. "A man could learn a lot from you..." As if to prove his point, Jack started mimicking Ianto's hand motions, though he added an extra twist on the way back up.

"I'm glad you approve," he laughed silently, his breath coming quick and unevenly. "I have other skills, too. Would you like a demonstration?" He raised a rather wicked eyebrow.

Jack laughed, low and deep, continuing exactly what he was doing with his hand, noticing that it was getting the desired effect. As was what Ianto was doing, by the way. His own breathing was starting to be like almost panting. "A demonstration now, you mean?" he asked, with a wicked smile. "You sure you're up to that kind of thing? I did wake you up in the middle of the night, after all..." He sounded almost apologetic about it.

"Are you doubting my stamina, Sir?" he drawled, feigning offense and drawing out the 'sir' in a way he only ever used in bed anymore (to great advantage). It stirred memories of some very interesting games involving handcuffs.

"If you don't think I'm up to it," he growled, shifting forward so he hovered face-to-face over Jack, supporting himself with one hand as he used the other to reach back and align Jack perfectly... "perhaps you ought to tire me out completely." And with that husky challenge, he began to lower himself onto Jack, breath stuttering as the head of Jack's cock breached his entrance.

Jack breathed out as Ianto lowered himself onto him, willing himself not to thrust all the way in right then and there, because if he was going to tire him out he was going to want to make things intense, but slow. Which he was fine with. He moved his other hand up to rest on Ianto's hip, gently pressing him down as he went. "I think, regardless of whether you're up to it or not, tiring you out completely sounds to be a great idea." He stilled his hand, circling his thumb around the head of Ianto's erection instead, urging Ianto on.

"Sounds--" a gasp, "--fantastic." With a satisfied groan, Ianto impaled himself fully, seated firmly in the cradle of Jack's hips. God, it felt amazing. Jack was lacking in neither length nor girth, and the head of his cock pressed insistently against Ianto's sweet spot. At times like this, he sometimes wondered why he ever bothered to top when he could have this all the time. Then he remembered how Jack felt when he was hot and tight around him, and he stopped wondering.

After a brief period of adjustment, Ianto rose up a little, the muscles of his thighs flexing, and slid down again. Slowly, he began to establish a rhythm.

Jack waited until Ianto started moving himself before he began to rock his hips along with him. It was hard to get much leverage, especially given their position at the moment, but what he couldn't do in rocking his his hips he did in rolling them. His hand was warm around Ianto's arousal, rubbing the tip as he did, only just moving his hand up and down. His other hand went to Ianto's thigh, kneading the flesh there as he ran his thumb in circles on the other man's sensitive inner thigh.

"I certainly thought so," he said, a bit breathless because of how amazing Ianto felt around him and because of the effort it took not to just start up a rhythm and let it take them away. He was supposed to be tiring him out, after all. That meant he had to take his time, make it last.

The sensations were as always, amazing. Jack could be intense when his whole attention was focused on one person, but if Ianto ever found it overwhelming, he wasn't complaining. It was the right kind of overwhelming.

Jack's hands were teasing, the one on his thigh running hot over the soft inner skin, the one on his cock moving agonizingly slow. With the combined stimulation rushing the blood from his brain, Ianto saw stars when he bore down and Jack rolled deeply into him, perfectly in sync. Little gratified noises and hitches of breath escaped unheeded from his mouth as the ache of pleasure pulsed to the rocking of their hips.

God, hearing the sounds Ianto was making alone would probably be enough to bring Jack off on their own if he were less in control of such things. As it was, though, Jack found himself wondering if maybe he could get Ianto going even more. And so, though he kept his hips rolling in time with Ianto's, as much as he could while he was lying back like this, he stilled his hand on the other man's arousal, just holding on, his grip loose enough that if Ianto wanted to do the work himself and thrust into his hand it would create all the delicious friction that the other man desired, but Jack's hand itself wasn't moving at all. He was going to make Ianto work for this one. The other man had challenged him to tire him out here, after all, and Jack was never one to back down from a challenge in bed.

Ianto growled out a low protest, spearing Jack with a look as he cursed under his breath in Welsh. He could tell Jack was enjoying himself, the imp. But if that was how Jack wanted to play, he was game.

Leaning forward for a better angle, Ianto thrust, using Jack's hand for his pleasure before bottoming out on Jack's thick cock, again and again. It was an effort, but a gratifying one that lent a gleam of triumph to Ianto's gaze. He didn't know how long he could sustain the pace, but he trusted Jack to help if he faltered.

God, but Jack loved it when Ianto spoke in Welsh. Over a century of living in that country, and he was still incredibly turned on by the language and the accent itself, never mind the people. Like the fabulous specimen of a Welshman that he currently had working himself away above him. Ianto was right in assuming that Jack would help if he faltered, or if he was obviously starting to flag but hadn't gotten to his own climax yet. That was the challenge, though, wasn't it? To tire him out. And Jack wasn't doing too much work. So long as he concentrated on his breathing, he could go a while like this before Ianto's thrusting around him got to be too much for him to handle and send him over the edge as well.

Plus. That look on Ianto's face as he rose to the challenge was indescribably hot.

Now more than ever, Ianto was determined to make Jack lose it. He was a little too in control, while Ianto felt distinctly as if he were slowly coming unraveled. Shifting his weight to one hand, he began to trail the other over Jack's torso, quickly seeking out a nipple and giving it a harsh pinch. Then he soothed it, rubbing in a circular motion to calm the abused flesh. It was difficult to multitask, concentrating as he was on the calloused heat around his cock, the slap of flesh against flesh, and the delicious ache of Jack inside him. But he managed -- just.

Jack hissed at the pinching, jerking slightly at the abuse, his hand tightening slightly around Ianto's erection, his hips jerking a little as the other man rocked above him, involuntarily thrusting slightly as he did so. Alright, so Ianto could play dirty too, it seemed. Jack smiled wide, chuckling slightly at the other man's dedication to his actions. "...concentrating hard, I see..." he said, and his words were a little tense with how turned on he was in that moment, but Jack always did like to talk, even in moments like this one.

Ianto just smirked filthily and adjusted his angle so he could lean down and take that tempting little nub into his mouth. A nip was followed by thorough teasing with his tongue as his fingers sought out the other nipple. No need to leave one side neglected, after all.

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And then we had a conversation about vampires.

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