TITLE: Oops...
BY: Thunder
PERMISSION TO ARCHIVE: Yes
FANDOM(s): Torchwood
GENRE: Slash
PAIRING/CHARACTERS: Ianto\Owen
RATING: FRAO
SUMMARY: I only own my ideas, Jack, Ianto, any one else I might put in bed together, or in the kitchen, or... you get the idea, that is a canon character, I don't own. But I'd really like to play with Gwen and Tosh....
WARNINGS: PWP
NOTES: Will Owen ever learn to stop messing with things he shouldn't? And after this, will he really want to?
ACKNOWLEGEMENTS: Yes, I acknowledge I'm a feedback whore.....
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wrote this little drabble while waiting to get unloaded in Ga....... Ianto definitely has a dominant side....

"He's doing it again." Jack was busy watching Owen on the CCTV. "What did he pilfer this time?"

"I don't know yet." Ianto replied, busily stuffing items in a box. "I'll take care of it, Jack."

"Thanks, Ianto."


Later that night:

Owen crept through the Hub, slowly and carefully opening the safe where Jack kept all the really cool stuff. "Oooh, what's this?" He gently eased a new box to the floor and sat back on his heels, a devilish grin on his face. "Erisian Sex Enhancers? Just what Owen needs." Opening the box, the noxious fumes wafted out and up. "Bugger me." Owen passed out, the chloroform dissipating in the air.


A throbbing, behind the eyes headache brought Owen around, the throbbing increasing when he couldn't move. "What the fuck?" He tensed his arms and legs, trying to fight his restraints.

"Calm down, Owen, or you'll hurt something. And that's my job tonight." Ianto stood by Owen's hips, slowly stroking his erection.

"That feels good, but you didn't have to knock me out to do it." Owen groaned when Ianto tightened his grip. "Easy with that."

"No, no easy tonight." Ianto gave him a feral grin, then snapped the cock ring on. "Someday, you might stay out of things that don't belong to you." Ianto walked up the table, trailing his fingers along Owen's sweaty skin, pinching his nipple, then leaning over and biting it, smiling around the hard flesh when Owen growled.

"Bugger me, that felt good." He realized just what he had said when Ianto raised his head and smile.

"Oh, I'm going to." He reached down and gave Owen's imprisoned cock a sharp tug. "If I'm in a good mood, after I'm done, I might let you come." Ianto climbed on the table, straddling Owen's chest. "Suck it, bitch."

Amazed at how much harder he got when Ianto said that, Owen did, licking from the base to the head, swallowing as much as he could, even trying to hum when he felt the head tap the back of his throat, mumbling when Ianto grabbed his ears and began thrusting shallowly.

After one deeper thrust, Ianto got off the table and stood between Owen's spread legs, opening a bottle of lube and coating Owen's cock before oiling up his own. "I hope you're ready." He removed the butt plug he'd used to open the other man with, smiling when Owen began to stutter. "You were unconscious, imagine what else I might have done to you." Ianto slid in easily, balls deep, then began fucking Owen, erratically tugging and jerking his cock.

"Jesus, Ianto..." Owen was bucking his hips, trying to get Ianto to touch his cock more.

Ianto released him, grabbing his hips and thrusting harder, watching Owen's captured cock bounce off his stomach. Almost howling, Ianto came, buried as far as he could go, trembling. "I think..." Still in Owen, Ianto began stroking him, his free hand cupping and fondling the other man's balls. " I think you can come now." He unsnapped the cock ring, leaning over to bite the head of Owen's cock as he came.


Next morning:

"Owen? Are you alright?" Gwen asked as Owen gingerly slid into his chair.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Jack looked at Ianto, who just smiled and slid him a tape. "Watch that, I don't think he'll be pilfering again any time soon."

"Don't bet on that, Ianto." Owen grinned and looked at the safe.

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