A/N: This is my first M rated fic but its due to Dark and Suicidal themes rather than smut which I may put it occasionally, not decided yet as writing it makes my uncomfortable… but reading it…. Mmm….. Hehe. Anyway, Ianto, Gwen, Tosh & Owen go to Cardiff University and then there's a new arrival who changes everything. Ianto has problems. That's all I'll say. Ianto/Lisa. Gwen/Rhys. Tosh/Owen. Owen/Katie. Eventual Jack/Ianto.

Dedicated to Gwento-Addict and TheJokerMelissa.

Ianto took another swig of his pint that was sat on the silver beer stained table which was in a swarm of other tables in a similar state. They were all on a laminate wood flooring which was also beer stained and scuffed by the thousands of pairs of shoes that had walked over it. The wood flooring was partnered next to a huge metal Dancefloor which covered most of the club's area. The bar had under floor lighting and was chipped and worn. The light cast from under it only revealed that the walls were in desperate need of a coat of paint and the bar a coat of varnish. There was another floor which was overlooking the Dancefloor allowing you to peer over the silver railings.

Ianto looked around and noticed a man staring directly at him. He caught the man's eye and held his gaze. It was difficult to make out the man's features properly as the only lighting was a spotlight which danced across the Dancefloor and a flashing overhead light which was timed with the beat of the ear splittingly loud music which blared from several speakers and had obviously been altered to make the base more prominent. The man looked in his 20's, around Ianto's age. Perhaps he too went to Cardiff University but Ianto couldn't make him out in the conditions of the club. A group of women out on their Hen Do crossed his line of vision, blocking his sight. Once they had passed, Ianto noticed that the man had gone and so had the coat that was draped on the back of the chair the man had been sitting on. He looked around but there was no sign of him. Ianto shrugged and downed the rest of his pint as his phone vibrated in his pocket. It was a text from Lisa: Sorry I can't make it 2nite, babe. Coursework. Luv ya x x x x It read. Ianto sighed and headed for the toilets.

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The toilets were dim lit, rundown and smelly. The overhead lighting flickered and buzzed, making the room look smaller and more isolated then it actually was. Obscene graffiti covered most of the walls, alongside blood, semen and other things that Ianto would rather not think about. The taps were broken and sprayed little water and the only water it did spray was probably dirty and contaminated. The locks on the cubicles had snapped and the urinals were clogged with tissue, condoms, cans, broken jewelry or watches and general rubbish. Ianto decided it was best not to use the urinals or the toilets and he'd best go at home. He looked into the chipped, smeared, scratched and blood spattered mirror and ruffled his hair then neatened it, trying to sort it out to how he normally wore it. Then the last occupants of the room left. Shortly after, the door swung open, giving Ianto a blast of the music blaring outside before the door shut and the music was muffled but hearable even through brick walls, the base sounded even more prominent in the muffled sound of music as it was the only thing that stayed clear. Ianto glanced over to see the same man who'd been watching him walk in.

"Hello." He said, his American tone was brash and strong compared to Ianto's soft and smooth Welsh tone.

"You…" Ianto eyed him cautiously. The man flashed him a grin which made Ianto feel helpless, weak and lost. "What do you want?" Ianto asked, backing away.

"Come on… you're not that stupid." The man laughed, stepping forward. "We'd be amazing."

"Well… i… urm… I have a girlfriend." Ianto growled.

"So?" He shrugged. "She doesn't have to find out."

"Well, I don't know your name!" Ianto scoffed, running out of things to keep the man at bay.

"Jack Harkness." He replied quickly. "Now stop fooling around. You know how breathtaking we'd be together."

"I…" Ianto began. But jack hadn't finished.

"When was the last time you came so hard, so amazingthat you forgot who you were, where you were?" Jack hissed, moving closer so their bodies were only millimeters apart. Ianto tried to back away but ended up against the wall. Ianto was worried that his new shirt was resting against the dirty stained walls but suddenly none of that mattered anymore as Jack's hands slipped down the front of Ianto's jeans. Ianto let out a whimper; it was half a cry of fear, half a moan of pleasure. Ianto shook his head and tried to pry Jack's body off his own but he had weakened under Jack's touch.

"Stop toying with me." Jack whispered. "You and your girlfriend could shag endlessly and it would never feel as amazing as it would if me and you screwed for 10 minutes!"

"No…" Ianto mumbled as Jack's lips pressed against his own, his head reared back as Jack kissed him and his head smacked against the concrete. But Jack didn't stop. But the sharp blast of pain gave Ianto enough strength to push Jack away.

"I think you better go." Ianto snapped. Jack opened his mouth to protest but Ianto cut in.

"FUCK OFF!!!" Ianto screamed. Jack was slightly taken aback and hurried out. As the door opened Ianto heard a quick blast of 'man-eater' before it was muffled once again. He slid down the wall, not caring what was on the wall or the floor and began to cry. He had never come close to being raped or sexually assaulted so this had terrified him to the bone. Ianto composed himself and got up. He looked in the mirror and sorted out his appearance and did his trousers back up which Jack had unzipped. Going home now would only result in him replaying the thing over and over in his mind, mulling over what would have happened if he hadn't gained confidence and a horrid sleepless night so Ianto decided that there was only one cure for a traumatic event; an endless night of drinking and getting hammered. With that Ianto moved into the main room, his ears ringing from the music. He glanced around uneasily, looking for Jack. As there was no sign of him, Ianto strode over to the bar, weaving through huge crowds of people and sat on one of stools and ordered a straight vodka; if he was going to get over this, he was going to need something much stronger than lager.

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It had been a few hours since he had come out of the toilets and he was now rather drunk. The bar in front of him was scattered with empty bottles of beer and empty glasses of vodka. He looked up and the bartender and felt sickness hit him like a wave it was then that he noticed that the bartender was swaying like a tree in the breeze. Ianto intended to ask him why but it came out as an incoherent mumble. He then noticed that the bar was moving to, as was the walls and the floor. Perhaps he was moving. He didn't feel like he was moving. He laughed for no apparent reason and then threw up all over the floor. Then his vision focused and he could see normally again.

"I'm going home…" Ianto mumbled and it was only just clear enough to make out. Then he stood up and staggered out of the club, banging into numerous people along the way. He stepped outside into the pouring rain and laughed at sky. Typical he thought. The moon shone high in the sky, casting its glow down through the rain, making each drop look like falling stars. The streetlamps flickered and flashed, going on and off. Ianto stumbled and tripped over the curb and was swallowed up by the shadows as the darkness enveloped him. He reached his flat and felt nausea overcome him again and he began to sway, the alcohol taking a proper effect on him. Then before he could put the key in the door, he collapsed on the dark wet street, the moonlight shining down on him.

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