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Ianto wasn't sure how to feel as he watched Jack across the dance floor. It had been two weeks since the end of filming and he had been ignoring him ever since. When he had turned up at Rhiannon's begging for a chance to explain with Ianto hiding upstairs listening he had almost given in but then remembered Jack's gentle words of comfort for the man telling him he had 'no-one' waiting for him. The episode had aired and hurt more than he thought it possibly could.
Jack looked fine.
Of course he does, he is fine, right? Not like he even misses me.
Ianto rose and grabbed the arm of the large tattooed man who had been drinking Jack Daniels all night and whispered in his ear, "I need to fuck me a Jack man … hard."
The loo soon filled with the sounds of feeding as the man blissed out against the wall grunting softly, Ianto sinking his fangs deep. He tasted sour. They all did now. Ah well, what you get for trusting a Boeshanian.
"Ianto?"
Ianto's meal was torn away and he was left panting with lust and hunger as Jack punched the man and let him drop unconscious to the floor.
"That's mine" Ianto said slowly.
"No" Jack replied, "I'm yours."
Ianto snorted and let his fangs retract, stepping back as he looked at Jack, "Mine? If you were mine you would never have left me. I said before I am sorry for assuming too much. I release you, you owe me nothing, I owe you nothing. Please, I am so bloody hungry."
"Gods, what a mess" Jack sighed, "I should have called you as soon as it happened but it we moved so fast. I had to save Toshiko; her elderly mother would not survive over there. Come on. I tried to reach you but my phone battery went dead."
"You could call Gwen though" Ianto pointed out as he went to leave and felt something pulling at his gut. He placed a hand on the wall and tried to blink it away.
"No I didn't she rang me to bleat about her party and that's when it went flat" Jack defended, "Hey. I missed you, wanted you and was hurt that you thought me capable of cheating on you. I know what a promise is!"
"Leave me alone" Ianto slurred, staggering against the wall and starting to slide down it but Jack caught him, pulling him into his arms with alarm as he felt Ianto going limp.
"Ianto? What is it? What's happening?"
"Drugs" Ianto sighed, "So hungry I didn't check, I was desperate. Shit, stupid fuck is a druggie."
"Ianto!" Jack was beyond alarmed and moving into frantic as Ianto's head lolled back and he started to convulse, scooping him up Jack ran from the club to the cabs waiting along the roadside.
"I don't take ODs" the one Jack clambered into said with horror as he looked back at the mess.
"Too muck booze, epileptic" Jack snapped, then gave his address and held Ianto against him as he felt the shudders still in the muscles of the man, like little earthquakes.
Jack carried him in and laid him on the bed, still unsure what to do so he made a call.
The knock was almost an excruciating twenty minutes later and Jack was sure he had stopped breathing at least three times during the wait.
"Where is he!" Owen demanded as he pushed past his friend and headed into the penthouse, moving for the bedroom where he found Ianto laying naked and having petite malls under a blanket.
"I don't know what to do" Jack sobbed, "I don't know what drugs and he doesn't either. I don't know…"
Owen wasn't listening as he touched Ianto and looked carefully at his face then into his eyes with a pen torch, then he drew back with alarm slamming into the far wall as he stared at him on the bed.
"Owen please, help him" Jack begged, "Please. This is my fault, I went away and forgot he needed to…and he was so hungry and mad at me….I gods, I drove him to this."
Owen stood considering and then sighed as he muttered "Bloody hell" and he opened his bag, pulling out a scalpel.
"Carry him to the bathroom, I need him in the bath." Owen demanded and Jack compiled, gently gathering the limp man and carrying him though as Owen laid a towel in the bottom of the bath, then Jack laid Ianto in it and looked expectantly at Owen.
"Right, I will need your shirt off" Owen said almost disinterestedly as he landed over the bath and took a deep breath.
Then, before Jack could react…
Owen drove the blade into Ianto's jugular.