Title: Untitled
By: cupiecake
Pairing: Ianto/Owen
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Owen doesn't mind being used.

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Owen lights a cigarette and smokes it thoughtfully, carefully. He's distant and detached as always; Ianto finds himself watching his hands instead of dressing.

"It's not that I mind being used," he says, finally. "But we're not doing this again, Ianto."

Ianto stretches across the bed and takes the fag from unresisting fingers. He inhales deeply. It tastes bitter, like regret, like pain. There's blood there, too - from Owen's lip. He'd bitten it earlier, splitting it open.

Owen doesn't seem to care.

"Fuck you," he replies, calmly, watching the smoke rise from the cigarette. Owen hums, takes the cigarette back. Stretches languidly.

"I don't know if I'm up to a second. Facing the boss on so little sleep?"

Ianto doesn't say anything, just looks out the window at the lights of Cardiff. Jack's somewhere out there - maybe on the pull, maybe standing on some roof somewhere. Maybe sitting in someone else's car, inhaling carbon monoxide. He tells himself he doesn't care.

Behind him, he hears Owen stub out the smoke. "Eh. Might as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb, yeah? Come back to bed."

"Shut up," Ianto says.

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