Title: At your feet
By: lilithangel
Pairings: Ianto/Owen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU, bondage and slavery.
Summary: Owen loved to kneel at Ianto’s feet.

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Owen loved to kneel at Ianto’s feet, rest his head against Ianto’s shoes and breathe in the scent of shoe polish and leather or wrap one arm around Ianto’s leg and lay his head against the strong thigh and feel the soft wool on his face.

He loved to let his mind go and focus on his senses only. Ianto’s smell, the feel of Ianto’s fingers combing through his hair, the sound of his own heart beating where his ear was pressed against wool, the leash that hung from his collar with an arch of chain that looped up to Ianto’s other hand.

His knees hurt a little from kneeling and it centred him reminded him that he was where he belonged. His jaw ached from sucking Ianto off before they came into work and the ball gag he was wearing, but that was a good ache because he’d done well and pleased Ianto.

He loved to please Ianto to be rewarded with a hard buggering before Ianto locked his dildo and cock cage into place for the night and he was allowed to curl up at the foot of Ianto’s bed so he could be available during the night if Ianto wanted him. Ianto wanted him a lot and that made him feel good.

Soon Ianto would send him down to the medical bay to perform whatever autopsies were waiting. He’d got used to making notes on the computer rather than dictating them since Ianto preferred him gagged. He didn’t mind because he knew he would get into trouble if he was allowed to talk.

Sometimes if they needed all hands on deck Ianto would remove his gag and he’d be allowed out in the field. He knew not to abuse the privilege as it would displease Ianto and he didn’t want that to ever happen. He’d forget occasionally and be sarcastic to the police or hospital staff and he’d try to avoid Ianto’s disappointed face until they got back to the Hub.

If that happened he knew to go to Jack’s office kneel and press his nose to the wall until they finished sorting everything out. He lived in dread of being punished by Jack again instead of Ianto. Jack had shown Ianto how to handle him in the beginning and Owen had always hated it. He belonged to Ianto and Ianto should be the only one to control him. Jack would look at him sometimes and it would scare him, he knew Jack could hurt him if he was truly bad.

If they had lunch with the team he’d get to sit at Ianto’s feet again and Ianto would feed him titbits until he was satisfied. The team had got used to seeing him there and only Gwen looked uncomfortable now not that he really noticed as Ianto held his attention completely.

Tosh simply looked sad, he didn’t like her looking sad but Ianto said there was nothing he could do. He’d offered to make her feel better but Ianto had said it would only upset her. He assumed that he’d done something bad to her in the past and offered to let her hurt him if it would help but Ianto wouldn’t let him. It made him feel good that Ianto didn’t share him. He didn’t mind sharing Ianto with Jack though because Jack made Ianto smile.

Owen knew he’d been very bad in the past and it was only because Ianto was willing to take him in hand that he was allowed out. He couldn’t remember what he’d done wrong but it must have been bad because all his memories were of darkness and hurt before Ianto had claimed him.

“Time to go to work,” Ianto said ruffling his hair and he nodded reluctantly. It made Ianto happy to see him working and keeping his area clean so he was happy to do it even though it meant being separated.

As he headed down Ianto went over to Tosh and they had a version of the same conversation they had every day. Owen had stopped wondering since nothing changed and Ianto had told him not to worry about it.

“Any luck?”

“Nothing,” Tosh replied, “it won’t shift.”

“Business as usual then.”

“I’m sorry Ianto.”

“It’s not your fault. We’re coping.”

“It just doesn’t make any sense. I should be able to reverse it.”

“You’ll figure it out Tosh, and it’s not all bad you know.”

“I know, it’s just…”

“I know.”

Owen loved to kneel at Ianto’s feet, filling all his senses with Ianto and couldn’t imagine wanting to be anywhere else.

END

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