Author's Note: I have been re-watching series 2 and CoE and I have decided that the way Jack treats Ianto is pretty terrible. I mean he pretty much uses him, and it annoys me, don't get me wrong, I love them together, but Jack is pretty horrible to Ianto sometimes. So I wrote this to vent my annoyance (Jack isn't the villain, he is just Jack), also I had a dream along these lines – don't ask.

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The bed squeaked as Ianto stood up and in the dim light from the office above he could see Jack shift to look at him.

"I should go home." Ianto muttered, reaching down to retrieve his clothes from the floor.

"Ok" Jack nodded, not in agreement but in consent. Then he turned back to the wall and pulled the blanket over his bare shoulders.

Ianto stood looking at the American for a minute or two, then shook himself. He hadn't really expected anything else but that didn't make the rejection hurt any less.

"I'll, um, see you tomorrow then…" He trailed off, half hoping Jack would change his mind and ask him to stay – he didn't. So the young man climbed into Jack's office and made his way out of the Hub.

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As he crossed the plass Ianto could feel a familiar burning behind his eyes. I won't cry, he thought, I won't! But he couldn't stop himself. He could pretend to everyone else – to Martha and Owen, hell he could even pretend to Jack, but he couldn't pretend himself.

He loved Jack, he really, really did. It had taken a long time to come to terms with the fact but finally he had; only problem was Jack didn't love him back. Oh he wanted him, there was no doubt about it, and he defiantly liked him, but he didn't love him. Sometimes Ianto felt more like a pet than a lover – constantly loyal and loving to a person who never quite returned his affection.

For so long he'd told himself to give it time, that Jack would learn to love him, but he was beginning to think that wouldn't happen. He'd really thought things were going to change, when Jack came back from his travels with The Doctor, when he'd asked him out on a date. But standing by The Bay, feeling then night air seep into him he realised nothing had.

Jack wasn't like him, he didn't want a steady relationship, to settle down (not that you could in Torchwood), in fact he didn't really want anything but sex, which would be fine except that Ianto wanted more. He wanted to be able to tell people about Jack, he wanted Jack to be proud of him, to love him. He wanted the impossible.

"Maybe I should let him go." He spoke to the silent bay "Maybe I should move on." But he knew he couldn't, not while he still loved Jack.

Fuck him, he thought. Fuck him with his he stupid coat and dazzling smile, fuck the way he smiles at Gwen even when he's with me. Fuck him!

"Fuck him!" He yelled into the sky. "Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him"

He couldn't stand he was crying so hard so he dropped to the hard stone ground and hugged his legs to his chest. He didn't hear anyone coming up behind him, didn't even know they were there until they spoke.

"Eyecandy!" He knew that voice. "Troubles in paradise?"

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End Note: So I'm guessing you all know who it is? Hope I got the feeling right, and I adore your reviews.