"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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[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 Withdrawn as he was, he went to make coffee instead, only listening in.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.

[cptn_john_hart]

John couldn't help but be amused but this whole scene, maybe it was wrong of him to find this funny, but the man thrived on sex, violence, murder and other such things.

He offered Tosh a smile, almost bursting out laughing. Oh, this really was like all his Christmas' had come at once.

[cpt_51century]

While the second Ianto Jones made coffee, Captain Jack did his best to explain to Owen that he wasn't sure what he'd done. It wasn't that he didn't remember the act, it was that he had blitz through the detail on a high from whatever strange empathic link Ianto had threading into him and whatever the drums made him do thanks to the Broken Master's interference.

He wasn't going to give excuses though.

"There was a lot of blood," Jack muttered, insisting that they lay Ianto on his stomach. He helped to remove his pants. The amount of gore was intense. There were scratches, bruises, and bite marks up his back as well.

[letsallhavesex]

Owen didn't wince at the sight, it was far from the worst he'd seen. Still, it wasn't any less gory. "Well I can see that, course they're be a lot of blood. Its not unlike he's tried to get it on with a blood bear."

Course with the amount of scratch marks, Owen had to carefully apply antiseptic, bandaging as he went. "As long as Jack doesn't have rabies then you should be fine."

[cptn_john_hart]

"I wouldn't be so sure about that love, you've no idea what this mans picked up over the years. Even he can't remember because the list is too long."

But he sighed, as much as he was loving this, he hated seeing Jack in his much pain. "Oi, Jack, get out of the way and let them to their work." He glanced back at the other Ianto, "Got anything stronger than that to drink, Eye Candy?"

[stopwatchlover]

As the stunned Jack listened to his friend, Ianto was thrilled for a reason to keep busy. "Stop calling me that," he murmured to Hart -- still having no idea who this weird blond was with his matching cuff of Jack's. Up the stairs Ianto went and back down he came moments later.

He was getting good at carrying things in hands that seemed to impossibly slow to heal compared to everything else.

He sat out a round of glasses and a bottle of vodka.

[letsallhavesex]

"Pfft, wouldn't put it past him to 'ave rabies," Owen remarked, giving Jack a small look before glancing over at Ianto. Well he could bandage him up and treat physical wounds but the drums were out of his hands. He had no idea how to stop them.

"He'll be fine at least, though none of that," Owen reached out and pulled Iantos hands from the desk, resting them on his chest.

"No making it worse or I'll have to use restraints. Or ... we'll have to find some restraints." They really did need to stock this place better, they were barely handling with little supplies.