Title: Horror

Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Captain Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones

Warnings: Fluff I hope.

Summary: What happened to Ianto's suit!

Author Notes: Set for the 100 word prompts I received from Sushi Chi. Seriously, you should thank her for Silence, Chicken Pox, the Alphabet challenge and this challenge 'cause she's the one who sends me the prompts and stuff

Disclaimer: I don't own the TV show or the characters.

Ianto let the sun soak through the window onto the bed sheets, smiling happily. The quilts were tossed to the floor; he'd deal with that later. At that moment all that mattered was the sun warming his skin and the body heat radiating from the man lying next to him.

"Ianto?" The man's American voice broke through his quiet paradise.

Ianto didn't open his eyes, "Hmm?"

"Wear your cute suit today?"

"What?" Ianto chuckled as a brilliant idea sprung to mind.

"Your cute suit," He felt the bed move as Jack shuffled to face him, "Will you wear it today?"

"Which suit?" Ianto's voice was filled with confusion.

Jack ran a hand along Ianto's stomach, giving the younger man butterflies, "You know, the cute suit."

Ianto's brow furrowed and he rubbed his eyes, "Which one's that one then?"

"You know which suit is the cute suit Ianto." Jack chuckled, entwining his legs with the Welshman's.

Ianto finally opened his eyes, turning to properly face Jack, "No, I don't. Tell me Jack."

"I tell you which suit it is all the time."

"Refresh my memory?"

Jack sighed, pulling Ianto closer to him and breathing his words onto his cheek, revelling in the closeness, "Red shirt, black tie with red stripes, pinstripes. Don't you remember, I always call that suit the cute suit?"

"Oh. That suit. I thought I told you that suit got torn."

Jack's eyes widened and he pulled away to look Ianto full in the face, "What?"

"During a field mission it got torn…and blood stains…and mud stains…really, it was irreparable."

"Please, please don't say that Ianto. We can find a way. You know tailors and you can do wonders with stains, I've seen what you do with my coat."

"Your coat's different. It's made of a heartier fabric and seems to be immune to stains. Suits are a lot more delicate Jack."

Jack sat up, horror clear on his face, "No! Ianto…can you get another one?"

Ianto frowned, thinking before turning back to Jack and looking a little sadly at him, "You don't know what I went through to get that tie. The rest wouldn't be too difficult, but the tie…"

Jack groaned, "But the tie was the best part. The tie Ianto, that was the first thing I took off. That was what I'd use to blind fold you, or better yet, tie you down."

Ianto chuckled, moving closer to Jack, nibbling his jawline, "You can do that with any of my other ties."

"But it was red. It went with your skin. Please Ianto; I'll take you to every suit place and tailor I can find if I have to to get you that tie."

Ianto smirked, losing the will to keep going with the charade he finally laughed, "I can't keep going."

"What?"

"I'm kidding Jack. The bloody suit is up in the wardrobe right now, not a scratch on it."

Jack stared at Ianto, "You are kidding me."

"No." Ianto rolled to his side, laughing at the look on the older man's face.

Jack hit his arm playfully, "You bastard! That's just cruel!"

"I didn't realise you felt so strongly about what I wear to work."

Jack rested his hand on the other side of Ianto's chest, pinning him to the bed, "Of course I feel strongly about what you wear Ianto. I have to spend two thirds of my day staring at you in it, and some extra time getting you out of it."

Ianto stared into Jack's strong and very serious eyes losing himself for a moment before finally murmuring, "You do realise that I could hypothetically wear casual clothes to work like everyone else."

"Oh? Tell me Ianto, could this hypothetical ever become a reality?" Jack smirked.

He thought about this for a moment, running his hand along Jack's arm, "No, I don't think it could."

"Why not?"

"Because Jack," Ianto pulled Jack down to him, their noses brushing, "You'd never get any work done."

"But we weren't exactly this close when you started here…so…why did you wear suits then?"

"To start with, I wore those jeans when we met because everyone talks about what a flirt you are."

"Mmm those jeans." Jack relished in the memories, "Do you still have those jeans?"

"Never you mind. Anyway, after that didn't work I decided I'd go for the professional approach." Ianto closed his eyes, letting Jack rush through his senses.

"But you have the job now, so like I said, why still wear the suits?"

"Because, you said you liked them." Ianto grinned, "And I couldn't disappoint my new boss, could I?" his voice was soft, that tone he saved for seducing Jack.

"Always aiming to please, are you?" Jack smirked, pulling Ianto into a soft kiss.

"I try." Ianto sighed sadly, "As much as I'd love to continue this, I need to get ready for work Jack."

Jack pressed another kiss to the younger man's lips, "I don't suppose there's any way I could persuade you to stay here just a little while longer?"

Ianto smirked, "Depends. Just how were you planning on persuading me?"

"Something along the lines of using this rather spacious bed of yours to our advantage." Jack smiled lasciviously.

Ianto nodded, trying to hide his smile, "Tempting, very tempting. I have just one request."

"Oh?"

"Get the tie."

Jack laughed, "I'll tie you to the bed, shall I?"

"It's not for me." Ianto finally grinned, feeling just a little bit proud that the shiver going through the captain was caused by him.

A/N: And it is here that my brain gives out and says, "NO MORE! I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING!" yep. Please review.

Cheers,
Gabz
xx