Title: Out of the Dark
By: Thunder
Pairing: Ianto/Owen
Rating: AO
Summary: Owen has nightmares, and Ianto is there to comfort him.

Ianto unlocked Owen’s door, bouncing the hot pizza box in his hand. “Owen? Sorry I’m late, traffic was a nightmare.” The pizza box dropped, unnoticed, as Ianto raced into the bedroom. “Owen?” Ianto lowered his gun after scanning the room and seeing Owen was alone.

“Get off me, get off me!!” Owen was fighting an unseen enemy, tangled in his sheets.

“Owen! It’s me, Ianto. C’mon, stop, I’m here.” Ianto sat on the bed, lightly grasping Owen’s wrists. “Owen, wake up.”

Owen slowly came to, clinging to Ianto. “The Weevils, they had me, and… and…” He shuddered, relaxing into Ianto’s arms. After an unknown amount of time, he raised his head, petting the other man’s cheek. “Thanks.”

“You ok then?“ Ianto pressed a gentle kiss on the top of Owen's head when he nodded. "I'll be right back."

"Don't take too long."

"I won't." Ianto rose from the bed and walked to the bathroom, not quite closing the door behind him. About ten minutes later, he walked out, dressed in a black tank and black cotton shorts. Crossing to the bed, he put his hand out.

Owen looked at Ianto, placing his hand in Ianto‘s, allowing himself to be pulled to his feet and steered toward the bathroom. he remained silent until Ianto started undressing him. "What are you doing?"

"Sssshhh, just relax." Ianto methodically and gently divested Owen of his clothes, leading him to the claw-foot tub that was surrounded by candles, the steam weaving intricate patterns against the soft glow. After helping the younger man into the tub, Ianto placed a rolled towel behind Owen's neck and dipped a small cup into the water, wetting his hair. Grabbing a bottle of shampoo, he squeezed some into his hand and began washing Owen's hair, making sure to massage his scalp, paying special attention to the base of his skull and around his ears. Ianto rinsed the shampoo and repeated the procedure with conditioner. "Lean forward a little." he whispered, pouring bodywash on a scrubby. Alternating between feather-light strokes and slightly brisk, massaging ones, Ianto bathed the memory of the nightmare from his lover's mind and body." Are you purring?"

"Mmmhhmmm." The combination of the hot water and the non sexual but sensual bath had relaxed Owen to a state of bonelessness. he stood docile, allowing Ianto to dry him and wrap a clean towel around him. He only protested when he felt himself scooped into a cradle and carried to the bed. "I could have walked."

"And I wanted to carry you. So deal." Ianto took the sting out of his words with a soft kiss on the cheek before letting Owen roll easily out of his arms onto the bed.

Owen reclined against the head board, eyes half closed, watching Ianto disrobe, his breathing picked up slightly as the Ianto’s body came into view. He patted the bed next to him, frowning slightly as Ianto rolled him onto his left side. The frown left when he felt Ianto pull him into his body, cuddling so close that when Owen inhaled, Ianto exhaled. An entire flock of goosebumps settled on Owen's body when Ianto gently ran his fingertips across his throat and around to the back of his neck, following the trail with soft kisses. A soft sound emanated from the base of his throat, alternating between a low, rumbling purr and a sensual growl, changing into a sexually charged hiss when Ianto softly blew on his back. He tried to turn, but was held still in Ianto's gentle grip, his whimper of complaint quieted when he felt fingernails trace a path from knee to shoulder, so lightly Owen thought he had imagined the touch until Ianto retraced his steps, repeatedly, gradually increasing pressure. Using his right leg, Ianto gently pushed the other man's right leg forward, slowly dragging his fingertips along the back of his thigh and over his right cheek, widening the path his fingers took until he was able to gently slide two fingers in, causing Owen to moan and push himself even closer. Ianto kept up the slow pace, replacing his fingers with his cock, slowly stroking Owen dropping gentle kisses on the Owen’s back and neck, occasionally nibbling lightly until he heard a soft gasp and felt the body in his arms shudder. he reached down and pulled the covers up, settling them more comfortably. "Better now?" he whispered, placing one last soft kiss on Owen's ear.

"Very much so." Owen turned his head and kissed Ianto. "What about you?"

Ianto grinned. " You can wake me in the morning."