Title: Flirting With Desire
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Ianto Jones/Tenth Doctor
Fandom: Torchwood/Doctor Who
Rating: R
Table: 3
Prompt: 21, Flirty
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own Ianto Jones or the Tenth Doctor. Please do not sue.

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The Doctor laughed as he felt Ianto's arms slide around him from behind, leaning back against his lover with a smile. This wasn't unusual, but for some reason, the embrace felt more lighthearted than usual; there was a playfulness in Ianto's manner.

His boyfriend had seemed to be in something of a festive mood for the past few days, the Doctor thought to himself. Maybe it was because the holidays were just around the corner; he himself was looking forward to spending them with Ianto.

This would be his first Christmas with Ianto being his constant companion; they were together in a way that he hadn't thought he would ever be with anyone. Not only was Ianto his companion, this man was his lover, his soul mate, his very destiny.

How could that thought not make him happy? He literally had everything he wanted from life at the moment, with Ianto here on the Tardis, by his side all the time and not left behind in Cardiff to wonder when they would see each other again.

This was where they belonged -- how they belonged. Together, with no barriers between them, no distance of time and space separating them.

"What are you thinking?" His boyfriend's soft voice with its lilting Welsh accent was almost like a caress; it was amazing how Ianto could make the most innocuous of words sound inviting. That voice would always be able to make him feel weak with desire.

"Oh, nothing much," he said, laughing softly as he spoke. "Only about how happy I am to be spending Christmas with you, beloved. To have you here on the Tardis with me permanently, and to know that this is where you're going to stay, and where you belong."

"Really?" Ianto's tone was teasing as he nibbled gently at the Doctor's earlobe. "You mean you're not thinking how wonderful it is to have time to ourselves, without anyone else around? Not having to worry about me getting called to Torchwood for some emergency?"

"That's all wrapped up with you being here on the Tardis," the Doctor said softly, raising one hand to place it over Ianto's hand resting on his stomach. "If you were back on Earth and still working with Torchwood, I'd be worried about that taking you away from me."

"I'm just glad all that is in the past now," Ianto murmured, lowering his head to brush a kiss across the Time Lord's cheek. "No more being called away unexpectedly, for either of us."

"Do you ever miss being with Torchwood?" the Doctor asked, feeling a little shiver of fear run up his spine. What would he feel if Ianto said yes? He thought that a part of him would feel disappointment, thinking that Ianto wasn't completely happy with him.

And another part of him would feel guilt -- a deep, gnawing guilt at the idea that he'd taken Ianto away from something he loved doing. After all, he'd worked hard for Torchwood -- he'd had a loyalty to the organization that not many people would have displayed.

Ianto shook his head, firmly and decisively, pulling the Doctor closer against his body. "No, not a bit. I'm far too happy being here with you to miss it. Besides," he said in teasing voice, moving his hands down the Time Lord's body, "there are definite perks to being here."

"Oh? And just what would those be?" the Doctor asked, affecting a wide-eyed innocent look that he knew Ianto wouldn't be deceived by for one moment. It was hard to keep his composure; he wanted to burst into a volley of giggles, but he was managing to keep a straight face.

"Well, let's see ...." Ianto rolled his eyes up to the ceiling, making it impossible for the Doctor to hold back his giggles any more. Ianto's laughter joined his own, the sound mingling in his ears.

"If I wasn't here," Ianto continued, one hand moving under the Doctor's shirt, "then I wouldn't be able to touch you like this .... or tell you that I want to make love to you .... or sweep you off your feet and carry you into our bedroom ...."

"Ianto Jones!" The Doctor tried to make his voice sound mock-severe, though he couldn't keep the note of laughter out of his tone. "Are you trying to seduce me with those words? If so, you're not doing a very good job of it, you know."

"Actually, I was trying to flirt with you," Ianto told him, grinning. "Do you think I need to work on my technique? Maybe I should try out tired old lines like 'Would you like a little Welshman in you?' -- those generally seem to work pretty well with most people."

The Doctor couldn't keep his laughter from spilling over again; he nearly doubled over in Ianto's arms, raising a hand to wipe at his eyes. He was literally laughing so hard at Ianto's joking words that he was crying. That had never happened to him before.

"Oh, you wretch," he gasped out between gales of laughter. "'A little Welshman'? From what I've been lucky enough to find out, you are not 'little' at all."

"And neither are you, my love," Ianto told him, turning the Doctor around to face him, both hands now under the Doctor's shirt. Those hands were warm against his skin; the Doctor wanted to melt into Ianto's embrace, to move his own hands over the other man's body.

He gasped in surprise as Ianto's had slid between his thighs, cupping his cock through the fabric of his jeans and squeezing slightly. That was enough to change his mood entirely, the teasing words he'd been about to utter dying on his lips before they were spoken.

His arms slid around his lover's waist as Ianto leaned forward to kiss him, their lips meeting and clinging for several long moments. When they finally broke away from the kiss, they were both panting softly, their lips parting, their gazes locked.

The Doctor loved it when Ianto was in a relaxed, flirty mood; it wasn't often that he saw this side of his lover, so carefree and playful. But he had to admit that he liked the sudden switch from lighthearted to serious, flirting with desire rather than laughter.

The flirty, teasing mood that had overtaken him was quickly fading, replaced by a flame of desire that was leaping higher by the moment as he gazed at his boyfriend.

The atmosphere had changed quickly from lighthearted flirting to a more serious tone, and he really couldn't say which of them he liked better. They both certainly had their merits, he thought with an inward smirk, but the current mood would probably win out.

"Do you intend to sweep me off my feet and carry me into the bedroom, then?" he asked, the husky throatiness of his voice betraying what he was feeling. The time for flirting was over; they'd moved past that in the last few moments.

In answer, Ianto bent to hook one arm behind the Doctor's knees, his other arm moving firmly around the Time Lord's waist. The Doctor found himself lifted off his feet and into Ianto's arms, smiling as he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's neck.

"I think that should answer your question," Ianto whispered as he made his way across the control room to the corridor that led to their bedroom. "And I really don't think you need to ask me what else I intend to do to you -- and I wouldn't tell, anyway. But you'll find out in due time."

"Oh, I'm sure I will," the Doctor whispered into his lover's ear as he was carried down the corridor, his hearts starting to beat more quickly in anticipation. If Ianto's flirty moods inevitably led to this, he'd have to try to get his boyfriend into those moods much more often.

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