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The first thing he noticed as he slowly came awake was the itchy straw beneath his nose.

The second was the dry, dusty smell and the complete lack of sound.

The third was being naked.

Thinking some of his senses weren't working properly, and that he was really lying on his soft mattress and not some lumpy, prickly pile of straw, Ianto blinked a couple of times and slowly lifted his head.

A soft glow over to his right gave him enough light to figure out that he most definitely wasn't at home, but that was all it showed him.

"Hello?"

His dry and scratchy voice was lost in the gloom.

No one answered him, but Ianto wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. He pushed up onto his elbows conscious about his lack of clothes, but worried more about why he couldn't remember where he was or how he'd gotten there.

He remembered the pub he'd gone to and the few drinks he'd had. He even remembered a guy trying to pick him up, which had been a nice surprise, but after that… Searching his memory, the only other recollection was of taking a shortcut through the park, and then nothing.

Until now.

The room felt dank and cool enough to have Ianto shivering, but he ignored it, twisting into a sitting position so he could have a better look around. From what he could see, the room appeared small, about eighteen feet square, and from corner to corner it was filled with straw.

The glow he'd first spotted came from a tiny lamp high up in the corner. Not bright enough to be a regular light, it must have been some sort of night light, like the type parents plugged into their children's bedrooms so they wouldn't be afraid of the dark.

Feeling exactly like that child, Ianto cautiously stood.

The room swayed, and a brutal roll of nausea curdled his stomach, forcing him to take in a deep breath.

After a minute of silent cursing, he checked his body, thankful to see no cuts or bruises, though he did notice his shoulders were sore, and there was an ache around his chest. Other than that and him being buck-ass naked, there were no signs he'd been mistreated, but that knowledge didn't bring him any relief because he still didn't know where he was or why he was here.

Shivering again, this time not from the cold, Ianto moved toward the light, hoping to find something that would show him a way out. With his ankles buried in a thick layer of straw, he took each step slowly.

Even so, he nearly tripped and fell as his foot hit something hard and unyielding, except it wasn't that hard or unyielding.

It moaned and reached out, grabbing his foot and toppling him onto his back. For a few frantic heartbeats Ianto laid stunned, then instinct kicked in and he lashed out, trying to break free.

"Stop struggling."

Ianto barely heard the growled words.

He twisted, fighting hard, but the iron grip around his ankle tightened to the point of pain, and then, as if his efforts were nothing more than a nuisance, Ianto felt himself being dragged along the floor and pinned by a thick forearm across his chest.

"I said stop struggling." The deep voice close to his ear possessed a menacing edge, and the force with which the arm held him down increased. "I won't harm you if you stop."

"Okay. Okay, but get off me." Ianto tried to sound reasonable, but panic bubbled deep in his veins, and with each passing second he found it harder to breathe.

"Who are you?"

In the darkness of the room, it was difficult to make out the features of the man who held him down, but it was pretty easy to see he was just as bewildered by what was going on as Ianto was.

"My name's Ianto. Now get off me, please." He tried to push away, but was instantly seized around his arms. "Where are we?"

"I don't know. I just woke up. Same as you."

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Tosh coughed as water splashed over her face. She jerked to a sitting position. She'd been momentarily paralyzed, and it freaked her out.

The movement sent pulses of pleasure rippling through her. Holy crap, that was amazing.

"Hey, what was that? Owen?" She spun around to find him nearly at the steps.

"Owen!"

He bolted out of the puddle and headed back to the bar, feet dripping wet.

The agent in her couldn't help but analyze the scene. Damn, he does wet really well.

Tosh wiped the water from her eyes and looked around for her PDA.

Crap. She reached over and plucked the soggy tech off the surface of the water.

She sighed as the waterlogged PDA dribbled down her arm.

Great.

She shook it out a few times and stopped mid-swing.

What the… Slowly, she flexed her fingers and bent her wrist back and forth. The tendons were stiff and still looked like hell, but there was no pain.

Owen stood with Suzie going over the scene.

"Where'd he go?"

"Tracker stopped here." Owen muttered, pointing at the ground. "We need a better way of attaching the damned things. Still no Jack either, silly fucker was chasing them again."

Owen put down the PDA he was shaking. "I take it you're feeling better?"

"I'll say. You've got a nice touch, You give him that." There's an understatement.

"Yeah, and check this out." Suzie held up her PDA and twisted it around. "What the—even the latent VM signal is going away now, look."

Tosh leaned in for a closer inspection and frowned. Owen's eyes moved from Suzie's PDA to Tosh's face. "Take your glasses off, Tosh."

She did as he asked.

"Oh, bugger."

"What? What's wrong?" She reached up and probed a gash under her eye. She hadn't even registered the injury. "Owen, what's going on?"

"Looks like they have better toys than we first thought" Suzie answered for him "They dropped us like bloody flies!"

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For a few seconds, Ianto wasn't sure what the guy was going to do, but then with a low mutter and a single curse, he let Ianto go and sat up.

The relief of no longer being pinned down overrode Ianto's fear, and instead of scrambling to his feet, he pushed himself into a sitting position and drew his legs up.

The man shifted, putting a few inches between them, and in the overhead light Ianto saw him run his hands through his dark hair.

"What's the last thing you remember?"

The question wasn't all that much of a surprise, and despite the other guy's initial explosive reaction, it eased some of Ianto's concerns knowing he wasn't the only one here. But he disliked feeling at a disadvantage, and offering up all the information definitely put him in that category.

"Why don't you tell me your name first?" he asked, needing to know who he was dealing with.

The guy looked at him and then slowly got to his feet. He towered over Ianto, but he would have done that even if Ianto were standing.

His sheer size wasn't a complete surprise, considering the strength and ease with which he'd held Ianto down, but Ianto still stared as the guy took a deep breath and filled out his chest before lifting his arms and stretching them over his head.

Strict protocol told him to keep his gaze on the man's pecs or at least no lower than his hard, ripped stomach, but he couldn't help it.

They were right there, in front of him, and if Ianto was on his knees, they would be at perfect face level.

So he looked.

It was only a quick glance, but it was enough to take in the dark patch of curly hair, the thick, long cock, and the pair of large, hairy, heavy, swinging balls. Savouring the image, Ianto prided himself on not drooling or whimpering, or in any way reducing his self-respect by reaching out and fondling them.

God they looked so ripe, so full, so fucking delicious, it was hard not to want to run his tongue over them, to have them in his mouth, tasting them, sucking on them, and ravishing them.

"It's Jack."