AN: To begin with "Exit" is a real gay club in Cardiff, but I have never been so my artistic license is being used below to describe the venue.
Don't forget to watch "The Bill" tonight at 9pm on ITV … and pray that Gareth survives the episode.
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The club was brimming with people as Ianto and Owen went down the steps that took them into the main area. A massive dance floor took up the majority of the room whilst a long bar filled one side. Towards the back and along the opposite side of the room were groups of tables and comfortable seating, all of which were occupied. The bar was five or six people deep along its entire length.
"Plan?" Owen asked, moving his mouth close to Ianto's ear so he could be heard over the noise of the music.
"You go left. I'll go right. See you at the other side?" Ianto suggested.
Owen nodded before slipping off into the crowd and working his way through, keeping his eyes open for the Weevil. Ianto made his way between the edge of the dance floor and the bar, keeping the majority of his focus on the dance floor but throwing the occasional glance to the bar, making use of the mirrors that lined the walls behind the busy bar staff. Pushing his way slowly through the crowd he had long since lost sight of Owen when he felt a hand settle on his hip. As he turned to see who it was the person leaned in and whispered into his ear.
"Ianto right?" The man said softly before leaning back out so the Welshman could see his face.
"Ewan – good to see you." Ianto said with a smile.
"So you do remember me? Its been a while – how are you?" Ewan asked. He looked just as he had when Ianto had met him in the club several months ago. He was a touch taller than Ianto, with dark blue eyes and short blond hair. His muscular physique was well displayed by his tight pink t-shirt and dark jeans.
"I'm good. You?" Ianto asked deciding being friendly would be easier than trying to pretend he didn't recognise the man.
Ewan nodded. "I'm great. It's good to see you. You look amazing." He said.
Ianto realised that Ewan's hand was still settled on his waist and his thumb was grazing his skin. "You too." He said as he looked around the club trying to spot either the Weevil or Owen. "Look I'm here with someone so I'd best go find them." He said.
"Not that idiot that left you I hope." Ewan remarked. "You deserve better." He smiled as he winked.
"No not him." Ianto admitted. "It was good to see you." He said moving away from Ewan's touch, but the other man's hand landed on his arm stopping him.
"What? No goodbye hug?" He asked.
Ianto stepped back and put his arms casually around the other man. As he moved in to hug him before returning to his mission the other man placed his hands on either side of Ianto's face and pulled him close, kissing him suddenly and firmly. The kiss ended abruptly when Ianto found himself being grabbed from behind and dragged away from the now grinning Ewan.
"What the hell is going on?" Owen shouted.
"Just catching up. I'm Ewan – and you are?" He asked extending a hand for Owen to shake.
"I'm his boyfriend, and I'd prefer it if you kept your hands off him." Owen retorted ignoring the proffered hand.
"Boyfriend? Funny he didn't mention you." Ewan smirked.
"From what I saw you didn't seem intent on chatting." Owen spat back.
"I am standing here." Ianto pointed out. "It was good to see you Ewan." He said turning his back on the other man.
"Oh it was very good to see you too Ianto. Nice jeans." Ewan leered.
"That's it." Owen snapped pushing Ewan back up against the bar with his face hovering close to the other mans. "Keep your hands off him." He snarled.
"Come on Owen. Have a good night Ewan." Ianto said placing a hand on Owen's arm and leading him away from the bar where they were beginning to draw attention to themselves. He took Owen to the back of the club and found a quiet corner, pushing the older man a little forcefully into it.
"Are you done?" He asked, his hands on his hips.
Owen looked up at him, still angry but also a little ashamed. "Sorry." He said softly. "I just… he kissed you and had his hands all over you… what did you expect me to do?" He asked.
"Who am I here with?" Ianto asked.
"But…" Owen began.
"You." Ianto answered for him. "I am here with you. And I know we are meant to be working, but I am with you Owen. I mean seriously – did you think I would leave you, for him?" He asked placing his hand on Owen's jaw and cupping it.
Owen nodded. "I know. I'm sorry for causing a scene." He replied suitably admonished.
Ianto smiled as he stepped forward and captured Owen's lips in a kiss, pressing the other man up against the wall for a few moments as the kiss deepened. "Now…" He began breathlessly. "The sooner we find the Weevil, the sooner we can get out of here, okay?" He said with a smile.
"Can I suggest we walk around together? Somebody grabbed my arse when I was out there, and if Ewan starts creeping around you again I might be forced to knock him out." Owen said.
Ianto laughed softly. "Come on." He said taking Owen's hand and making his way back to the dance floor. The two men walked slowly through the crowds, edging their way around the floor with their fingers linked the entire time, Ianto brushing his thumb up and down Owen's hand.
"Ianto – look." Owen said into Ianto's ear.
The Welshman stopped in his tracks as he heard Owen's voice and turned to look in the direction the Londoner's gaze was fixed. Just walking down the steps of the club was a Weevil.