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It was never meant to be this way.
When Ianto started sleeping with Jack, that was all he ever intended. At some point the attraction between the two of them was just too much to not act upon it. It was pure desire. But it was just sex. It was never meant to be what it became. Ianto didn't mean to fall in love. But his heart had other plans. And when he finally noticed, it was already too late.
Sometimes he hated himself for not taking better care. For letting Jack slip into his heart without even noticing it. Sometimes he cursed the day their „thing" started. He simply couldn't stop now, it was too late. He was in too deep.
This couldn't end well. It would end in one of them leaving ,sooner rather than later, and an awful lot of heartbreak. It was doomed to fail.
And still. Here, in this exact moment, with Jack snuggled against him in his bed and soft snores being the only sounds to be heard, Ianto Jones thought to himself, he wouldn't change all that for the world. Because maybe it was worth all the heartbreak.