Theirs was a slow, dizzying dance of passion, aggression, betrayal, trust, romance and whatever the opposite of that was, heat and sudden rushes of cold. It was up and then sudden down, it was around and around in circles till neither knew which way they were facing.

"I think I love you," Jack once whispered in the dark of Ianto's bunk, knowing all the while it was a mistake.

Ianto just took his lips in a soft kiss. "If you have to think about it, you don't."

"Maybe," Jack had whispered against his lips. "But I know I need you."

"To love someone," Ianto said, in that wise way of his that was somehow innately arousing, "is to need them. To need someone is not necessarily to love them."

"I want to love you," Jack answered, shifting over so he was above Ianto once more.

"You want to want," Ianto whispered back, his arms wrapping around Jack, pulling their chests close enough together that Jack could taste every word in his mouth.

"Want and need are related," Jack said, shifting his legs to straddle Ianto, their hips coming into sharp, sudden alignment.

Ianto bucked up into Jack's touch as Jack ran a hand over his nipple. "But not to love," he said.

"Who are you to say they aren't?" Jack growled as he groped for the discarded lube.

"I- ooh," Ianto began to say as Jack thrust his fingers inside his anus, still somewhat stretched from before. "I'm me. I'm the one you claim to love, to need, to- yes- want."

With a surge of power from his legs, he flipped them over, impaled himself on Jack's cock as they both groaned in pleasure.

"And more than that," he said, moving slowly up and down, voice roughened from want, accent more pronounced than ever, "I want you," he gasped into the air.

He sped up, as Jack barely clung to his sanity and covered what part of Ianto he could reach in kisses and licks and nips. "I need you," muttered into Jack's hair as he worshiped Ianto's neck.

"I love you," exhaled against Jack's lips just before they both climaxed.