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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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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.]