Ianto feeling pretty damn stupid after laying it all out on the line for Jack, left the Torchwood building with misty eyes. How could Jack just straight out reject him, the two had been a thing for months now, but when it came to Jack actually loving someone, Ianto now knew Jack could see no one past Gwen. "I just can't Ianto, I love you, I just" that broken sentence rung in his head as he replayed it over and over.

His feet dragged him through the city, down to the dingy pub the team had often visited after a hard day's work, sitting down on a stool, he ordered a scotch on the rocks, and almost downed it in one. A few people scattered here and there, loud chatter buzzing around his head, no one really caught his eye. In all honesty, he would give anything to not be alone tonight, in his flat, in that large King-sized bed.

An English voice startled him "Drownin your sorrows there?" Ianto twisted around in his spot to catch the brown eyes of a lightly stubbled gentlemen who sounded very British. "Another for the boy, and I'll have what 'es having" He gestured to the bare keep. Crisp suite shifting slightly. The two glasses brushed the bar one in front of each man, the other raised his slightly to Ianto "To bars and strangers" His basely voice sounded in a toast. Ianto said nothing but raised his glass none the less with an appreciative smile. He sipped this one, very aware of the stranger's eyes looking at him from above his glass. The stranger finished his, in the same manner Ianto had polished off his first one, with a smack of his lips, he introduced himself.
"Name's Crowley" a kind smile never leaving his thin lips.
"Ianto" paying him in kind with his first name. He was somewhat flattered that Crowley had taken an interest in him, even if the man was usually not his type.

As the night went on the two found themselves sharing war stories of un-requited love, one hit lovers, and the pros and cons of men and woman as partners. Crolwey's voice was something the younger man could listen to all night, and as the drinks continued, he started to become comfortable in the suited man's presence. "So this lad... Jack was it?" Ianto nodded, his fourth drink in his hand. "You love him righ'?"
"Well See I'm not sure, I mean I have feelings for him, we screw around almost every night, and I think he show's signs of loving me, but then again, I could just be reading into it don't you think?"
"I think you just want love, there ain't nothing wrong with that" Crowley mused over, his voice tender with understanding. Then again, it was his job to lull people into a false sense of security.
"Right!" Ianto almost shouted. "I think I deserve some love, seeing as..." He trailed off and ended with one name "Lisa" His face dropped to a sad look, remembering how Jack had forced him to rid the world of his ex-girlfriend Lisa.
"That's the broad that you Dumped ain't it?" That's the story Ianto had told. Being in Torchwood, you had to hold secrets, even with liquor pouring down your gullet. Ianto nodded once more and leaned his head onto the back rest of the lounge he now sat in.
"I just want him to tell me he loves me, he's not the first male I've been with, but in a way I wouldn't mind him being the last."
"So that's what you would wish, is it?" Slightly confused Ianto raised his head and met the man's hypnotizing brown flecked eyes, with his own deep blue ones.
"What?" he asked, forgetting manners in his now relaxed state.
"Well that's the ultimate question ain't it? If you could wish for one thing, what would it be? Would that be yours?" A brow flexed upwards in questioning way.
"I guess, yes. It would be nice if he could just love me, but everytime it seems a posibility, I see her in his eyes."
"That Gwen girl yer?" Ianto humed in confirmation. Crowley sighed,

"Do you believe in magic Ianto?" once again confusing the cardiff man, he raised an eyebrow. "Magic?" He almost scoffed. Alien's, strange hardware, foreign powers. That he was used to, but out right magic did he really believe in that.
"You mean the whole rabbit outta a hat sort of thing?" he asked.
"No more like, the rub the lamp and a genie appears kind." Crowley's lips were pulled into a tiny smirk, and his eyes screamed mischief, but with the other being so enthralled by the turn of the conversation, he didn't realize it. This time Ianto laughed outright.
"Sure I rub some lamp and I get my hearts desire is that it?"
"More like you and I go somewhere more comfortable and arrange for a way, for Jackie boy to give you his heart." Ianto's eyes snapped back onto Crowley's face only to realize the older gentlemen seemed to be very serious about the offer. Seeing that Ianto wasn't about to respond anytime soon Crowley thought to explain, he thought this boy was one of science, he could see it in his movements, his words, and so the only way to win him over was by luring him with fascinating details.
"You see ma boy, I am a supernatural being, one who delves in deals. I give you your hearts desire, and in ten years, I come back for a tiny favour." That sparked an interest in the younger man.
"What sort of favour?" he asked curiously.
"Oh I dunno, maybe I will need your help, or I get you to buy me a drink, the terms will be unclear but it's not like you could give me much" Ianto blushed internally, if Crowley only realized where he had worked, he was sure that Crowley could gain alot of knowledge of what else was out there.
"So that's it?, I say yes and what Jack spills his feelings for me"
"Well as I said we would have to talk over the details, the full extent of the details, but I would like to do that in a more, private place." Crowley's eyes alight with glee as he had once again hooked another into making a deal. In all fairness this was just a waste of time, a show to display that while he may be the king of hell, he still knew how to be a cross-roads demon, afterall it was how he had managed to crawl to the top.
"Oh right, we can just go back to mine if that's okay?" Ianto was still very skeptical of the whole concept, but in his booze blurred mind he still didn't want to be alone.
"Perfect" the older man stood up from his seat and walked over to the bar, paying for the several round of drinks, and bid the barkeep goodnight with a simple nod. He waited for Ianto to pass him, and then went out the front. The younger man hail a cab, and the two got in, in silence the only word being spoken the whole trip was Ianto's address.