Title: Burns When You Touch Me
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: PG
Length: 572
Characters/Pairings: Jack, Ianto
Warnings/Spoilers: Mentions dialogue from Cyberwoman! It may cause heartbreak for Janto fans! Rated for safety!
Author notes: This is for the prompt: Burn from fan_flashworks ! I feel this is very darkened for me... I am sorry Janto fans! I dont own any of the recognisable dialogue! Or Torchwood!
Summary: It burns to be touched by Jack, Ianto just needs to make it known

Jack was concerned. Concerned for Ianto's welfare. The young man had just lost the woman he loved. He would wonder lost around the hub which he knew like the back of his hand, picking up the pieces of his shattered heart, burnt by the memories of a couple of weeks previous. Jack had forgiven him. He could not let him go. No matter how much he convinced himself that what the young Welshman had done had almost cost the world its life once more, he just could not bare the thought of never seeing those eyes, the crisp well tailored suits, the smiles and dry sense of humour.

Jack felt the burn of Ianto's lips on his after saving his life when Lisa had thrown him across the hub, rendering him helpless. He'd held him in his arms as he shivered, the water seeping through his clothes to his skin, chilling him to the bone. Ianto never struggled, but he could see in his eyes that it burnt when Jack's skin touched him it was like an unstoppable inferno, waiting to burst from him.

Jack stood, observing from a distance as Ianto Jones, walked with the same purpose as he had had before the incident. A man hiding himself away, keeping a mask over his real emotions. A completely different man to what he was on the inside. His frown deepened when those blue eyes met his from a long distance. The wall around his heart crumbled a little bit more, now leaving a gaping hole, leaving him vulnerable once more. Jack broke the contact, turning away quickly and slipping behind his desk. His head was in his hands, fingertips disappearing into his hair, digging into his scalp mercilessly as the wall continued to crumble, the words stinging him as they relayed round his head like athletes running a marathon.

"You're worse than anything locked up down there. One day I'll have the chance to save you and I'll watch you suffer and die"

Jack shuddered, his shoulders tensing as his mental and physical barriers started to burn, just at the anger, at the pain that dripped from the words that Ianto spoke. Did he really mean that? No... no it was spur of the moment thinking. He swallowed hard, a lump lodged tightly in his throat as he rubbed his face roughly.

"You like to think you're a hero. But you're the biggest monster of all"

'Maybe I am? Maybe I am just a monster...' Jack was ripped from his merciless thoughts at the sound of soft footsteps. Raising his head he saw Ianto, mug of coffee in hand. The younger man refused to look at Jack as he placed the mug on his desk. He turned quickly, gasping when a hand wrapped round his wrist tightly.

“Ianto let me-”

Ianto's eyes burned with unshed tears as he struggled. Jack frowned, his fingers freeing Ianto's wrist. Ianto's expression moulded into one of pain as he whispered,

“There is nothing for you to say.”

“Ianto-” Again Jack went to reach for Ianto but he backed away, the pain becoming more evident on his face as he whispered once more,

“It burns when you touch me... maybe it is a sign that nothing was ever meant to be.”

With that the Welshman hurried out of the office, leaving Jack a broken mess, his walls and barriers shattered and broken.