It happened about three months after Ianto started work at Torchwood Three.
"A feyldorian? Really?" There was a gleam in Jack's eye as he spoke that made Ianto pause in his way across the hub. "A live one?" Jack continued, still speaking to Tosh.
She nodded. "In Bute Park."
"Better get it out of there," Jack said. There was something... gleeful about his expression, as if this alien staying on the loose would have comedic rather than disastrous consequences.
Jack turned to Owen. "Owen, you're--"
And Owen chose that moment to sneeze and cough as if he were hacking up a lung.
"Better not," Jack said. "We want to capture the feyldorian, not create a virus that would--" He stopped, frowned to himself for a moment, and continued, "Never mind. Ianto!"
"Sir," Ianto said, coming to attention.
"Field trip for you. Good practice. With me." Jack turned without waiting for a reply and went to retrieve something from his office.
Ianto thought about objecting, decided it wouldn't be wise, and went to fetch his and Jack's coats.
--
"Just don't touch their skin," Jack said, and sent him off into the shrubbery.
Ianto tried to grab it by the collar when he'd finally cornered the alien. It feinted, ducked to the left, and Ianto grabbed hold of its arm as it tried to push past him. It was only after he'd stunned the six foot, green skinned beast that he realised its outfit didn't have sleeves, and Ianto's hands were coated with a thin film of an oily substance that made his skin tingle.
When he contacted Jack, the captain just said, "Better get over here."
Jack helped him lift the alien into the boot, and Ianto asked, a little nervously, "Is it poisonous, sir?"
Jack shut the car door. "Not as such. Let me see. How much contact did you have?"
Ianto held out his hands and was disconcerted to see they were tinged purple. Jack took his right wrist and studied the splotches.
Ianto's pulse spiked at the touch, and a wave of something swept through him. He felt dizzy, reeling a little, and then the wave of desire followed. He shuddered, momentarily perplexed, as Jack's thumb found the inside of his wrist and pressed down to feel his heartbeat.
"Not fatal as such," Jack said, smiling a little, "but certainly dangerous if you don't know the antidote. You're feeling it, aren't you?"
"Yes," Ianto gasped, because the lust wasn't letting up, and he was getting hard, and Jack was close, still touching him, and he was quickly losing the ability to think clearly.
Jack smiled again, just a small frown appearing on his forehead, and Ianto wanted to snog him until both those expressions disappeared. He swallowed, squashing the impulse. "What's the antidote?" he forced out.
Jack stilled. "Basically, well, sex."
Ianto stared at him.
"Ianto, this is your decision. I mean, I can let you deal with things yourself. It's not ideal, because this chemical is broken down more effectively by oxytocin, so it's better if there's two of us... but I don't want--"
It was too overwhelming. All his ingrained restraint was shrinking to a small voice in the back of his head, and Jack was in front of him, warm and present. So Ianto surged forward, pressed Jack up against the SUV, and kissed Jack hard until Jack kissed back.
He needed skin. He needed contact. He pushed Jack's coat off his shoulders, and kissed from Jack's mouth down to his chin as his fingers scrabbled to find the buttons on Jack's shirt.
"Oh, yeah," Jack breathed somewhere near his ear. His fingers curled around Ianto's bicep and squeezed hard. "Easy, Ianto."
Jack's fingers dug hard into his skin before Ianto understood through the fog that Jack wanted his attention. He managed to pull away a little. Jack looked at him. "Good thing we parked in a secluded spot, hmm?"
Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, AMTDI/SUV: Not What You Expected, part I
"A feyldorian? Really?" There was a gleam in Jack's eye as he spoke that made Ianto pause in his way across the hub. "A live one?" Jack continued, still speaking to Tosh.
She nodded. "In Bute Park."
"Better get it out of there," Jack said. There was something... gleeful about his expression, as if this alien staying on the loose would have comedic rather than disastrous consequences.
Jack turned to Owen. "Owen, you're--"
And Owen chose that moment to sneeze and cough as if he were hacking up a lung.
"Better not," Jack said. "We want to capture the feyldorian, not create a virus that would--" He stopped, frowned to himself for a moment, and continued, "Never mind. Ianto!"
"Sir," Ianto said, coming to attention.
"Field trip for you. Good practice. With me." Jack turned without waiting for a reply and went to retrieve something from his office.
Ianto thought about objecting, decided it wouldn't be wise, and went to fetch his and Jack's coats.
--
"Just don't touch their skin," Jack said, and sent him off into the shrubbery.
Ianto tried to grab it by the collar when he'd finally cornered the alien. It feinted, ducked to the left, and Ianto grabbed hold of its arm as it tried to push past him. It was only after he'd stunned the six foot, green skinned beast that he realised its outfit didn't have sleeves, and Ianto's hands were coated with a thin film of an oily substance that made his skin tingle.
When he contacted Jack, the captain just said, "Better get over here."
Jack helped him lift the alien into the boot, and Ianto asked, a little nervously, "Is it poisonous, sir?"
Jack shut the car door. "Not as such. Let me see. How much contact did you have?"
Ianto held out his hands and was disconcerted to see they were tinged purple. Jack took his right wrist and studied the splotches.
Ianto's pulse spiked at the touch, and a wave of something swept through him. He felt dizzy, reeling a little, and then the wave of desire followed. He shuddered, momentarily perplexed, as Jack's thumb found the inside of his wrist and pressed down to feel his heartbeat.
"Not fatal as such," Jack said, smiling a little, "but certainly dangerous if you don't know the antidote. You're feeling it, aren't you?"
"Yes," Ianto gasped, because the lust wasn't letting up, and he was getting hard, and Jack was close, still touching him, and he was quickly losing the ability to think clearly.
Jack smiled again, just a small frown appearing on his forehead, and Ianto wanted to snog him until both those expressions disappeared. He swallowed, squashing the impulse. "What's the antidote?" he forced out.
Jack stilled. "Basically, well, sex."
Ianto stared at him.
"Ianto, this is your decision. I mean, I can let you deal with things yourself. It's not ideal, because this chemical is broken down more effectively by oxytocin, so it's better if there's two of us... but I don't want--"
It was too overwhelming. All his ingrained restraint was shrinking to a small voice in the back of his head, and Jack was in front of him, warm and present. So Ianto surged forward, pressed Jack up against the SUV, and kissed Jack hard until Jack kissed back.
He needed skin. He needed contact. He pushed Jack's coat off his shoulders, and kissed from Jack's mouth down to his chin as his fingers scrabbled to find the buttons on Jack's shirt.
"Oh, yeah," Jack breathed somewhere near his ear. His fingers curled around Ianto's bicep and squeezed hard. "Easy, Ianto."
Jack's fingers dug hard into his skin before Ianto understood through the fog that Jack wanted his attention. He managed to pull away a little. Jack looked at him. "Good thing we parked in a secluded spot, hmm?"