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He caught his eye from across the crowded night club. For a moment it had been like catching a glimpse of a ghost. He immediately moved closer, easily navigating the dance floor crowded with all the various alien life forms that frequented this galactic hub of the young and trendy. When he got closer and realized that he didn't actually look all that much like him after all, he couldn't decide if that fact was a disappointment or not.
None of it really mattered though, his body - his very soul - craved comfort, and this man was just as good as the next. After all, he'd done this enough times lately to know that in the dark it would be another face that he would be seeing anyway. He flashed the man a meaningful smile which was returned in kind. They made their way toward each other, pulled along on a collision course by need. Whatever their reasons, they had no desire for preamble or pleasantries. Body language and roaming hands replacing the need for words.
A little later, somewhere between the club and the hotel, a hand exploring the expanse of skin just under the hem of his messily untucked shirt, his back pressed against the bricks of a wall, he suddenly realized that he didn't even know the other man's name. He broke the desperate, almost punishing, kiss on a hiss of breath.
"What's your name? What do I call you?" he growled, his words heavy with need.
The other man looked at him for a moment, a little more deeply than Jack would have liked, then gave him a small, knowing smile.
"What would you like to call me?'
Jack stared at him, a dumbfounded expression staining his features. "I don't ca... Ianto. Can I call you Ianto?"
"I'd be okay with that."