"I need help!"

[cpt_51century]

It had been too much, too fast, too far and Jack was left with his pants around his ankles and blood on his thighs.  He wasn't quite sure how it happened, just that it did happen.  He made himself decent and pushed a hand to Ianto's back.  "Don't move," he said, his voice shaking

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[letsallhavesex]

Owen hadn't bothered to watch the screen because why on earth would he want to watch Jack and Ianto doing whatever the hell they liked to do in their private time. It was horrible to even think of.

It wasn't he walked past to find where he'd stuck his drinking flask that he noticed something wasn't quiet right.

The alert was all he needed to get what medical supplies he had together, ready to assist when needed. Course he wasn't sure what the injuries were or what exactly he was dealing with here. He probably should of paid more attention.

[cptn_john_hart]

He watched him, wrinkling up his nose as he watched Ianto. Feet up on the side he'd taken to annoying this Ianto, after all the other one was too protected by Jack and that wasn't that much fun. The moment Ianto's eyes started to close, John tossed another balled up piece of paper at him, watching as it bounced off of his nose.

Frankly he couldn't give a toss about what was going on, Jack had made it clear that he only wanted him for his body, and not really in the sense he wanted it to be.

"So, your hands, it's got to be a bitch to jerk off. Or is that one of the perks of working here, you get someone to give you a hand?"

[cpt_51century]

Ianto kept to the background. Jack and the other version of him, the one who won the roulette of getting doting Jack Harknesses to sweep him off his feet, were not two people he liked best in this world. Withdrawn as he was, he went to make coffee instead, only listening in.

What he heard, mumbling from Jack's lips about pheromones and drums and being too rough and "Oh, God, Yan, hold on" made him sick to his stomach. What had happened?

Someone mentioned the blood and Ianto shrunk away from it. Blood. It made him hyperventilate, though he had no idea why. The retcon worked, erasing his memories of the torture he suffered at the hands of the Valeyard and Theta. But his body, his dreams, they never forgot.

[letsallhavesex]

Well that was charming, he was trying to save the guys life and he was essentially being insults. "Yeah well-- God, bloody tosser you are," he shot back, slightly frustrated, moving Ianto's head to the side to inspect the damage before moving down to the torso.

"For the love of God Harkness... I knew you two had to be into some weird stuff." He muttered as he grabbed the kit from the side, riffling through for bandages. They really needed to stock the place better. "Jack, could use a hand here. I can see the obvious but is there anything I should know?"

Like head injuries or something internal. He had no idea how rough they'd been. He'd hardly been watching the footage, he'd only caught a glimpse.