Fic - A Different Kind of Kiss, Chapter 2
Title: A Different Kind of Kiss
Chapter: 2/5
Rating - M
Pairing - Janto, John/Ianto (a little), Owen/Tosh
Spoilers - 2x01 Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
Warnings - OOC (just in case)
Summary - What would've happened if Ianto had heard Jack talking to Gwen. If instead of Gwen going with Hart, Ianto did? And what if Hart decided there was something he wanted more then the Arcadian Diamond?
A/N - Huge, huge thankyou to everyone who reviewed. You guys made my day *cookies* for you guys :). Also big thanks to anyone who read, you guys rock as well ;). And in case you missed it, there is a little John/Ianto in this.
Chapter 2
“So … Eye Candy, what should we do now we’re alone?” Hart asked, turning around, so he could face Ianto, walking backwards. Ianto pointed the flash-light into his eyes and fought to keep himself from smiling again.
The man certainly had a way about him. It was infuriating and charming at the same time.
“Look for those canisters of yours,” Ianto replied, swinging the light away from the other man’s face. “Nice tip about not opening them by the way, Captain. I’m sure that would’ve been the first thing all of us would’ve done. Thank goodness, you were here to remind us that you don’t open radioactive canisters.”
Hart cocked his head to the side, before bursting out in laughter. “Oh, Eye Candy, there is certainly more to you than meets the eye. So when do you ask about what I’m really doing here?”
Ianto raised an eyebrow and inwardly smirked. Clearly, Hart knew exactly what the others had planned. Probably, because he had been through it before.
“I’m not going to,” Ianto replied, indicating for Hart to continue to walk in front of him.
“Oh?” the Captain asked, face looking curiously back at him. Ianto shrugged as they pulled open another container.
“I know you’re never going to tell us what’s really going on here. Not until your plan is a success at any rate,” he replied.
Hart gave him a long considering look.
“More to you than meets the eye indeed,” he murmured, looking Ianto up and down appreciatively. Before turning and looking at the containers.
“So what’s going on between you and Jack?” he called over his shoulder. Ianto managed not to react at all.
“Nothing,” he said, swinging his torch back and forth between canisters.
“Didn’t look like nothing to me, Eye Candy,” Hart replied, looking over his shoulder.
Rolling his eyes, Ianto shook his head.
“Oh, come on,” Hart continued. “Who am I going to tell? Are you two, lovers? Partners? ‘In Love’? ”
“No,” Ianto replied, trying to will the sadness and anger away.
“No?” Hart replied. “No to what?”
“All of them,” Ianto answered, pulling open another container, and revealing nothing.
“You’re sure this is the right spot?” Hart asked, looking around the container dejectedly.
“Yes,” Ianto said, turning and looking at the long line of shipping containers around them. “They get shifted around though, but it’s somewhere here.”
“This could take days,” Hart muttered, also looking at the line, before turning a heated gaze on Ianto. “Maybe we should take a break.”
Rolling his eyes again, Ianto gave a small nod, sitting down on the ground and leaning back against one of the containers.
“Well,” Hart said, sliding down the container to sit down next to him. “Not exactly what I had in mind”
“I bet,” Ianto murmured, pulling a flask of coffee out of his bag, along with two cups, hand moving Hart’s from his leg, where it had started to run up.
“Coffee?” Hart scoffed, taking the proffered cup from Ianto and taking a sip. He looked down in shock at the cup, before his eyes raised and met Ianto’s, heat and hunger in them. “Well, well. You just keep surprising people, Eye Candy.”
“It’s just coffee,” he replied quietly, taking a sip and leaning his head back against the container, eyes closing. He could feel Hart’e eyes on him, but after having worked with Jack for as long as he had, it didn’t bother him.
“Who are you, Ianto Jones?” Hart asked, curiosity in his voice.
“What do you mean?” Ianto replied in question, opening his eyes to stare back at the man.
“Well, it’s my job to be able to read people, to see past the mask on the surface and see what’s underneath. But you,” he said, eyes running up and down Ianto’s form, arm resting next to Ianto’s, pushing against it gently. “You’re impossible to read. A puzzle wrapped in an enigma. I think I have you pegged and then you say or do something which throws it all back into chaos.”
Shifting a little uncomfortably now under Hart’s scrutiny, Ianto gulped the rest of his coffee down, and stood up.
“Break’s over,” he said, watching as Hart purposefully fell into him as he stood up, hand running up Ianto’s chest. He stepped back, ignoring the heat the other man left.
“After you,” he said, indicating with the flash light for Hart to walk in front of him.
Hart winked at him, before walking to the next container.
“Fancy a peek?” Hart asked, giving him a grin before pulling the next container open. Standing behind him, Ianto smiled as the light fell on the canister.
“Uh huh,” Hart said, smile crossing his face.
“Is that it?” Ianto asked, already knowing it was, but wanting it confirmed by the other man.
He followed Hart in, reaching past him and picking it up, small smile on his face as he looked up into the shining eyes of the Captain.
The smile was wiped from his face when the other man pushed him up against the wall, hands firmly on his waist, pushing him harder into it. The action reminded him of Jack, the way Jack used to push him into the wall, right before he devoured Ianto’s mouth.
He felt his mouth go dry at the intense look Hart sent him, before the other man closed the distance between them, devouring his mouth, the kiss full of heat and passion and fire, so similar to the way Jack kissed him, that he couldn’t help but respond.
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A/N - Dun! LOL. Not really. Let me know what you thought :D.
Chapter: 2/5
Rating - M
Pairing - Janto, John/Ianto (a little), Owen/Tosh
Spoilers - 2x01 Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
Warnings - OOC (just in case)
Summary - What would've happened if Ianto had heard Jack talking to Gwen. If instead of Gwen going with Hart, Ianto did? And what if Hart decided there was something he wanted more then the Arcadian Diamond?
A/N - Huge, huge thankyou to everyone who reviewed. You guys made my day *cookies* for you guys :). Also big thanks to anyone who read, you guys rock as well ;). And in case you missed it, there is a little John/Ianto in this.
Chapter 2
“So … Eye Candy, what should we do now we’re alone?” Hart asked, turning around, so he could face Ianto, walking backwards. Ianto pointed the flash-light into his eyes and fought to keep himself from smiling again.
The man certainly had a way about him. It was infuriating and charming at the same time.
“Look for those canisters of yours,” Ianto replied, swinging the light away from the other man’s face. “Nice tip about not opening them by the way, Captain. I’m sure that would’ve been the first thing all of us would’ve done. Thank goodness, you were here to remind us that you don’t open radioactive canisters.”
Hart cocked his head to the side, before bursting out in laughter. “Oh, Eye Candy, there is certainly more to you than meets the eye. So when do you ask about what I’m really doing here?”
Ianto raised an eyebrow and inwardly smirked. Clearly, Hart knew exactly what the others had planned. Probably, because he had been through it before.
“I’m not going to,” Ianto replied, indicating for Hart to continue to walk in front of him.
“Oh?” the Captain asked, face looking curiously back at him. Ianto shrugged as they pulled open another container.
“I know you’re never going to tell us what’s really going on here. Not until your plan is a success at any rate,” he replied.
Hart gave him a long considering look.
“More to you than meets the eye indeed,” he murmured, looking Ianto up and down appreciatively. Before turning and looking at the containers.
“So what’s going on between you and Jack?” he called over his shoulder. Ianto managed not to react at all.
“Nothing,” he said, swinging his torch back and forth between canisters.
“Didn’t look like nothing to me, Eye Candy,” Hart replied, looking over his shoulder.
Rolling his eyes, Ianto shook his head.
“Oh, come on,” Hart continued. “Who am I going to tell? Are you two, lovers? Partners? ‘In Love’? ”
“No,” Ianto replied, trying to will the sadness and anger away.
“No?” Hart replied. “No to what?”
“All of them,” Ianto answered, pulling open another container, and revealing nothing.
“You’re sure this is the right spot?” Hart asked, looking around the container dejectedly.
“Yes,” Ianto said, turning and looking at the long line of shipping containers around them. “They get shifted around though, but it’s somewhere here.”
“This could take days,” Hart muttered, also looking at the line, before turning a heated gaze on Ianto. “Maybe we should take a break.”
Rolling his eyes again, Ianto gave a small nod, sitting down on the ground and leaning back against one of the containers.
“Well,” Hart said, sliding down the container to sit down next to him. “Not exactly what I had in mind”
“I bet,” Ianto murmured, pulling a flask of coffee out of his bag, along with two cups, hand moving Hart’s from his leg, where it had started to run up.
“Coffee?” Hart scoffed, taking the proffered cup from Ianto and taking a sip. He looked down in shock at the cup, before his eyes raised and met Ianto’s, heat and hunger in them. “Well, well. You just keep surprising people, Eye Candy.”
“It’s just coffee,” he replied quietly, taking a sip and leaning his head back against the container, eyes closing. He could feel Hart’e eyes on him, but after having worked with Jack for as long as he had, it didn’t bother him.
“Who are you, Ianto Jones?” Hart asked, curiosity in his voice.
“What do you mean?” Ianto replied in question, opening his eyes to stare back at the man.
“Well, it’s my job to be able to read people, to see past the mask on the surface and see what’s underneath. But you,” he said, eyes running up and down Ianto’s form, arm resting next to Ianto’s, pushing against it gently. “You’re impossible to read. A puzzle wrapped in an enigma. I think I have you pegged and then you say or do something which throws it all back into chaos.”
Shifting a little uncomfortably now under Hart’s scrutiny, Ianto gulped the rest of his coffee down, and stood up.
“Break’s over,” he said, watching as Hart purposefully fell into him as he stood up, hand running up Ianto’s chest. He stepped back, ignoring the heat the other man left.
“After you,” he said, indicating with the flash light for Hart to walk in front of him.
Hart winked at him, before walking to the next container.
“Fancy a peek?” Hart asked, giving him a grin before pulling the next container open. Standing behind him, Ianto smiled as the light fell on the canister.
“Uh huh,” Hart said, smile crossing his face.
“Is that it?” Ianto asked, already knowing it was, but wanting it confirmed by the other man.
He followed Hart in, reaching past him and picking it up, small smile on his face as he looked up into the shining eyes of the Captain.
The smile was wiped from his face when the other man pushed him up against the wall, hands firmly on his waist, pushing him harder into it. The action reminded him of Jack, the way Jack used to push him into the wall, right before he devoured Ianto’s mouth.
He felt his mouth go dry at the intense look Hart sent him, before the other man closed the distance between them, devouring his mouth, the kiss full of heat and passion and fire, so similar to the way Jack kissed him, that he couldn’t help but respond.
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A/N - Dun! LOL. Not really. Let me know what you thought :D.