Ianto walked around the Hub, with a spring in his step. He carefully laid down some pumpkins on the ground or on the table tops. He hummed as he strolled through the working areas. 'I love Halloween' he thought.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he smugly smiled. His face was painted white, lips ruby red, dark rings around his eyes, fangs as teeth, hair slicked back, high collar and of course … black cape underneath his usual immaculate suit. 'Ah yes,' he thought. 'I make a fine Dracula'

He had already startled Gwen and Tosh but to his regret, Owen just shook his head and muttered 'Count Fagula' underneath his breath.

He had not seen Jack however. He had promised to make an effort for Halloween this year and he could not wait to see what he would dress up as. The girls made some effort with Gwen opting for fairy wings and a tiara and Tosh had went for a sexy librarian look. However, it could've also been her regular attire that she had brushed off as a Halloween costume.

He wanted to scream bloody murder when Jack strutted – because the Captain never walked into a room subtly, he always needed to be seen … and heard – into the Hub dressed as his usual self.

Jack walked into the "kitchen area", opened the fridge and started eating that subway sandwich Ianto had bought for him. Just as he wanted to take a bite out of it, he locked eyes with Ianto – looking angry and truly well pissed off. Nearly as bad as that time he decided to make coffee himself … and nearly broke the damned machine in the Hub. Not a pleasant talk that was.

'Jack' Ianto firmly said.

'Ianto' the Captain answered. He blinked as he took in the sight before him… Ianto dressed as Dracula. Jack was stunned – and slightly aroused. Guyliner really looked good on Ianto. 'Why are you dressec like Dra-' he stopped mid-sentence as he remembered the promise he made. 'Oh' he added.

'JACK!' Ianto bellowed. 'I look like a right idiot! I'm the only one that dressed up!'

'Well there's Gwen …'

A sharp glance directed at him made Jack stop immediately. That's what he liked about Ianto. He's genuinely a nice and kind soul but he's angry, he's quite scary. It's scared him … and thrilled him.

'Look .. I am dressed up!' he offered. 'I'm dressed up like myself!'

Ianto shook his head.

'I …' Jack started once more. 'I'm dressed like a 1940's soldier?' he said, more a question than a statement.

Ianto threw him his very best are-you-freaking-kidding-me-with-that-look.

Suddenly Jack smiled and his eyes twinkled dangerously. He took off his coat and came closer to Ianto. He fumbled around Ianto's neck and no matter how hard Ianto slapped his hands, he wouldn't let go. He undid Ianto's tie and wrapped it around his head.

'Jack, you look like an idiot'

'Shhhhtt … wait for it, you'll love it' the older man said. He lunged into the fridge again, took out a bottle filled with white fluid, uncorked it with his teeth and he started swaying heavily on his feet. He held out his hand and pointed at Ianto. With a drunken lisp he said one sentence that made Ianto crack up.

'But why is the rum gone?'