Ianto shook his head, keeping his eyes fixed on Jack's. "I know why you're really here. You're not interested in what's in that box," and the way he said it was almost hypnotic. He approached slowly, and his expression was the same as when he'd been reaching to touch the fresh weevil bite on Jack's neck; purposeful, knowing. "You're not interested in what I'm doing. You're interested in me."
Hot and angsty - who could ask for more? Oblivious Jack fucking Ianto right next to Lisa in a crate. It works on so many levels :)
by
valderys
2008-08-11 07:00
fic
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fandom: torchwood
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janto
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NC-17