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WHO: Ianto Jones and evil!Jack (well, sort of evil)
WHERE: Ianto's place
WHEN: After this conversation.
WARNINGS: Involves some minor sexual manipulation, so could pooossibly get slightly triggery, but it's mild.
SUMMARY: Ianto has invited Jack over to comfort him about Rose leaving, but unbeknownst to him, Jack has switched alignments. Ianto does not put up with bullshit.
FORMAT: Prose? Or whatever we find comfortable as we go.

Ianto stared at his communicator as it switched off, puzzled over Jack's behavior. Unable to shake the thought that something was wrong, Ianto busied himself by putting on the coffee to brew, wondering how he was going to approach this. It was plain enough that Jack wanted sex, or was claiming to. If he was internalizing his grief and covering for it with propositions, he was doing a convincing job of it.

Far be it from him to shake a stick at sex with Jack Harkness, but their relationship as it stood in the city was still new and delicate, and this wasn't necessarily the note Ianto wanted to start off on. Especially if Jack was just looking to work out his frustration on a willing body.

He took a deep breath. Maybe once he got Jack wound down, he'd open up. That was his intention, here. He'd take the rest from there.

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Of course he was doing a convincing job of it, he wasn't acting. --Well, not now, anyway. For the last few days he had been feeling a bit more like his old self, back before he met the Doctor. What did he care about Rose's disappearance? She was just a girl he was meant to con, he'd traveled with her a bit, sure, but they hadn't ever been close, not like she was with the Doctor.

He turned up at Ianto's door about ten minutes after the end of their conversation, looking like he hadn't a care in the world, and knocked, waiting for the other man to let him in.

Ianto opened the door with a tentative smile and stepped back to let Jack enter. The smell of Ianto's coffee was rich in the air.

"Take your coat?" He held his hands out, not as if he wanted Jack to hand him the coat, but as if he wanted Jack to turn so he could slip it off his shoulders. Old habits die hard.

"Oh, ah, sure." Jack gave him a bit of a smirk and turned to let Ianto take the coat off his shoulders.

"Mm, smells lovely in here."

Ianto slipped the coat off and hung it up, perturbed by the smirk he'd received. Jack had always found his little habits endearing, never...amusing, or worthy of condescension.

"Just finished brewing. Make yourself at home and I'll pour you a cup."

"No wonder, then." He didn't sit, however, instead preferring to keep an eye on Ianto. Better to keep an eye on possible exits, instead of making himself too comfortable.

Ianto barely kept himself from frowning outright at Jack's behavior, instead keeping a deceptively open expression and turning to head into the kitchen.

Jack was watching the exits -- Ianto was familiar with the way he held himself with his back to the most secure wall -- but he wasn't watching the doorway, as if something might have followed him here. He was watching Ianto. That, more than anything, put him on edge.

"One of my best blends," he remarked casually. Pouring two cups, he brought them back out to the living room, handing one to Jack. "Are you sure you're alright? I was under the impression you and Rose were close." In fact, Ianto knew Rose to be very dear to Jack. At the very least, Jack should be distant and wistful at her loss. He wasn't.

"We traveled a bit, yes, but it was just traveling. Nothing important." She was just a girl he'd tried to con and failed. Really.

He took a sip of the coffee and relaxed a little, giving Ianto another bit of a smirk. "Your coffee's always good."

Ianto smiled, apparently genuine. Ianto was a fantastic actor, when he needed to be. When he felt threatened, or felt his loved ones were threatened, he was especially good. Now was one of those times, because this wasn't Jack. Not really.

"I do my best," he replied, flirting. "And I suppose at least the Doctor is still here," he added, testing the waters.

"Yes, of course." He rolled his eyes, then turned his attention back to Ianto. That smirk was almost predatory, now, just waiting. "Of course you do your best, you like me. Lord knows why."

That clinched it. Ianto had to school himself to keep the wave of hurt at Jack's words from showing on his face. Instead, he smiled wider.

"Must be the pheromones," he purred. His outward appearance was relaxed and seductive, but inside he was thinking frantically. The Doctor. The Doctor could fix this, whatever it was, but only if he could contain Jack. That meant subduing him, which was more difficult said than done. His heart was pounding, but he cobbled together a plan as he sauntered toward Jack. He took the cup from Jack's hands, setting it aside, and looked at him coyly as he slid the braces off his shoulders.

"It's hardly any fun when you already know all my tricks," Jack mock-pouted, but happily settled his hands on Ianto's waist when he moved closer. "But I s'pose I'll forgive you this time." There was a pause, and then that grin returned, with Jack pressing closer against the other man.

"What've you got in mind, then, handsome?"

"Your tricks are still fun," Ianto reassured, a pang running through him at Jack's chosen form of address. That endearing handsome sounded far less charming from this Jack. He leaned in to take Jack's lips in a hungry kiss, lingering for a few moments before pulling back.

"Bedroom," he said breathlessly before Jack could protest, "Lube," he added, before Jack could insist the living room wall was more than sufficient. Jack could never pass up penetration for frottage. What Jack didn't need to know was that aside from lube, there was also a stun gun in the drawer of Ianto's bedside table.

Of course there was. Best to be prepared. "Mm. I like where this is going," Jack replied. "Lead the way."

He held back for a moment to let Ianto do so, following along as he started tugging off his braces and shirt.

Ianto lead Jack into the bedroom with a sultry smirk, dropping his shirt to the floor in the doorway. Inside, he was nervous as hell. He had to time this just right. If he missed, or if Jack wasn't enough off his guard, or if he recovered too quickly, Ianto would have a very angry and still horny Jack on his hands, which was a potentially terrifying combination in his current state.

He sat on the bed, beckoning Jack forward with a hungry look.

Jack shrugged off his own shirt as he entered the bedroom, quirking an eyebrow at Ianto. There was still a visible amount of tension in his shoulders -- obvious enough to Ianto, who knew Jack very well in spite of all he tried to hide. But he came over to the bed easily enough, and settled down next to the other man with a wink.

"Mm, someone's demanding."

"You don't usually object," Ianto responded teasingly, straddling Jack's hips and settling into his lap. "Though, if you prefer," he continued, kissing and nipping a line along Jack's jaw and down his throat, "I could play the part of the hesitant submissive, and you can have your wicked way with me."

Either option, frankly, would allow Ianto an opening to tase the hell out of the bastard inhabiting his lover's body.

"Mmn." Jack wrapped his arms around Ianto and tilted his head back a little, for easier access. "As long as it involves sex, darling, I don't think I'd mind all that much. Besides, I'd like to see what you can do."

[Ianto took the hint and sucked lightly down the length of Jack's neck to his collarbone. The situation was so familiar and so usually welcome, and the scent of Jack's pheromones were so enticing, Ianto couldn't help but be aroused even as he felt sick with nerves. On the one hand, it would help convince Jack to let down his guard if Ianto were really into it, but on the other, Ianto felt like his breakfast might come back up.]

In that case, budge up on the bed and lay back.

Whatever you say, handsome. [And so he scooted up the bed and wriggled out of his trousers, giving Ianto a slightly predatory smile all the while.]

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