The Repercussions of Lies

Chapter 21

Jack dragged his tired body into the Hub in the early morning after spending yet another night wandering the streets at nights. He couldn't sleep, not that he did much sleeping before but he couldn't bring himself to sleep until he found Ianto, alive or dead, please don't let him be dead, he thought. He went over and over the events that led to this situation, if only he accepted Ianto from the beginning, if only he didn't give Ianto the retcon, if only he gave more of himself so Ianto didn't feel the need to find out what was missing in his life, if only he told the truth to Ianto when he found out that he was a Canary Wharf survivor, if only he didn't fall in love with Ianto.

Jack noticing that Tosh was already at work acknowledged her dimly, she was yet again going over more CCTC videos, "Jack…..I….I'm not sure…I.." Tosh said hesitatively as soon as she saw him.

Jack was at her side within seconds, "You found Ianto!" Jack said full of anticipation.

"Well, I'm not sure" Tosh said unsure.

"Show me" Jack said quickly.

Tosh showed him the CCTV video of rent boys in Cardiff's seedier suburb, standing near a street corner plying their trade, the quality was grainy, due to the irregular upkeep of the cameras in the area. Jack stared closely, hoping and yet not hoping that Ianto was one of the men and boys there.

"There, that one" Tosh said pointing to a man, with Ianto's build, although a bit plumper but the hair was quite long and there was a tattoo on his upper arm.

Jack squinted and stared then slowly shook his head, "No Tosh that's not Ianto, a part of me wishes that you were right but I'm certain that's not him"

"I'm sorry Jack" Tosh said, sorry on so many levels, sorry that they thought that Ianto could be here, sorry that it wasn't Ianto, sorry that she lifted Jack's hope for a short while, and then to have them dashed again.

"No that's okay Tosh" Jack said solemnly, "Ianto wouldn't do that anyway" but thought to himself, that he would take a walk around that area tonight just in case and make some inquiries. He walked away his head lower than it had been it ages, the constant searching had taken away his zest for life.

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The wounds were becoming too slow to heal, a combination of repeated opening and irritation and not enough adequate food prevented Ianto's normal healing process to take effect. He thought about going to the doctors but that would alert anyone on the lookout for him, mainly Torchwood, if they were looking for him. Jack, probably has given up on him, why would he bother with a stupid worthless man like him, maybe Jack got what he wanted from Ianto, a bit of sexual fun and now that the truth came out Jack couldn't be bother with him. But Ianto didn't want to take the chance that Torchwood, even if Jack didn't give a shit either way, were still looking out for him, after all he had the knowledge of Torchwood, and there were no such things as former Torchwood employees as far as Ianto was aware of, they ether died on the job or were recruited into UNIT.

So no, he won't be going to the doctors even though he knew he had to, if the injuries, a part of his penance, were to heal but he couldn't take the chance. Maybe he could find some drug dealer that could help him with the pain and healing but Ianto, who had seen many of his friends on the estate become hooked, decided that that wasn't an option, so no, that would be the last straw. Ianto would need to find a better way for his wounds to heal. What, he didn't know, if only he had the strength to go to the library he could do some research.

Ianto thought about selling his body in other ways, rather than as a whip boy or sub, it was an option that Ianto was not comfortable with, having sex with strangers could provide some pleasure for him or even have the semblance of intimacy and Ianto could not allow that.

That night none of the usual doms were interested in him.

"Get your cuts healed up first, not interested while you're all pussy mate"

"You're cute, but I like my whip boys scar-free"

"Nope, not interested, clean yourself up boy" were some of the responses Ianto got, each one a dagger in his chest, thinking how was he going to pay the rent. Finally a large hairy man approached him, "Hey you, skinny boy, wanna be my sub for the night?"

Ianto looked trying to hide his disgust at the smelly overweight man, gulped and nodded thinking of the rent that was now due. The large man grabbed a hold of Ianto, dragging him into the alley way.

"I…I..I don't do sex….okay?" Ianto stammered.

"Yeah, whatever" the large man said.

"Please no sex, whatever else you want is fine, okay" Ianto said trembling.

The large man pushed Ianto up against the wall, "Yeah, I wouldn't put my dick in you anyway" he said in disgust, "take off your shirt" he demanded.

Ianto slowly took off his t-shirt, the large man irritated with Ianto's sluggishness grabbed his shirt and tore it from his body, then pushing Ianto up against the brick wall rubbed himself against Ianto. Grabbing hold of Ianto's neck in his large meaty hand, squeezing painfully, the large man pumped his cock with his other hand. Thankfully he didn't take long to reach his arousal as Ianto was beginning to lose consciousness from the pressure on his neck shutting his windpipe. Gasping, Ianto fell to the dirty alley ground, gulping for breath; he held his hand out for payment.

The large man snorted, "Not worth paying you, you didn't give much of a struggle" throwing Ianto a ten pound note and walked away zipping up his pants. Ianto whimpering took the note, noticing that it was only a ten pound note, "Please that's not enough"

"What?" the large man walked back, "it's what you are worth" kicking Ianto in the back of his thigh forcing Ianto back onto the ground. Ianto laid there too afraid to move, too afraid to talk.

A/N: I'm sorry, so sorry I hate doing this to Ianto, but I promise you it does get better soon, again I'm sorry, please don't hate me.