Title: Doctor Owen Harper
By: lilithangel
Pairings: Ianto/Owen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: medical fetish (flagrant misuse of a speculum), domination and m/m sex.
Summary: Owen, Ianto, medical equipment. How much can they get up to?

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Ianto had become fascinated by the way Owen’s hands caressed his surgical instruments. He wasn’t sure when it had happened, but at some point he had noticed the little touches and the careful attention Owen paid to the gleaming steel. No matter how chaotic the autopsy bay was, Owen’s tools were always immaculate. If he was honest he was also quite taken by the tools themselves. The clean sense of purpose each one had and the confident way Owen wielded them.

The first time Owen had kissed him had been in the autopsy bay. The first time they’d shagged had been there as well. Neither had been altogether romantic but both had been exactly what they’d needed.

Now it meant that Ianto had to fight off an erection every time he sat on the table in there. Owen at least wasn’t much better, but his pants were always baggy enough to hide the evidence.

Owen had noticed Ianto’s obsession and started teasing him whenever they were alone in the autopsy bay.

“Pass us that scalpel will you?” Owen said, crouched over the alien corpse. Ianto passed the indicated tool, his eyes fixed on the deft way Owen turned it around and inserted it into the alien flesh. The smell was atrocious and he shouldn’t be turned on, but Owen was caressing the top of the blade with one finger.

Ianto fled the room and only returned when he knew Owen had finished because the doctor had dropped his report off on Gwen’s desk and told everyone. Taking the risk that Owen would have finished cleaning all the instruments, Ianto went down with a cup of coffee.

Owen was removing a pair of forceps from the sterilizer when Ianto came down the stairs. He ran one finger along the edge of the gleaming metal and grinned up at Ianto. Ianto swallowed nervously and handed over the coffee.

Owen inhaled happily and then put the mug to one side to remove another instrument from the sterilizer.

“Is there a reason you keep a speculum on hand?” Ianto asked, trying to sound casual because he knew for certain Owen hadn’t used the tool that day and it had no reason to be in the sterilizer.

“Is there a reason you recognise it as a speculum?” Owen teased. “I thought I should make sure that naughty sluts were clean before I fucked them,” he added his face stern.

Ianto shivered. Owen knew all his kinks now and combining two of them was just pure evil.

“Strip for your exam please,” Owen said, “and hop up on the table for me.”

There was no thought of disobedience as Ianto quickly did as he was told. His cock was in complete control of the situation. Ianto trusted Owen to know that the girls had left for the day. He knew it was Owen’s turn to take the nightshift so they should have twelve hours before anyone returned, barring Rift alarms.

Owen was quite capable of keeping Ianto on edge and playing with him all night if the mood took. Ianto sat on the edge of the table, wincing a little at the cold, although his cock didn’t mind one bit.

Owen picked up his stethoscope and listening to Ianto’s heart for a moment before dragging the bell across Ianto’s nipples. Then he snapped on a pair of latex gloves and manipulated Ianto’s balls.

“Very good,” Owen said, “Onto your hands and knees please,” he ordered.

Ianto complied and Owen pushed his head down so his arse was high and exposed. Owen lowered the table so he had easy access and grabbed the medical lube.

He took some time to push as much lube into Ianto as he could, to stretch him and for the sheer pleasure of watching Ianto fuck his fingers. Finally Owen slapped Ianto on the arse and picked up the speculum.

Ianto gasped at the first touch of the cold metal. It was far more unyielding than a butt plug or Owen’s cock, forcing his hole open as it pressed inside.

Once it was fully seated Owen started to ratchet the speculum open watching Ianto carefully for any signs of distress.

“Fuck,” Owen said as Ianto was opened up, “that is amazing.” He left it open and ran his hands over Ianto’s flanks. He brought his hands down with a loud slap and Ianto jumped. “Have you been a good boy, Ianto, do you deserve my cock?”

“Yes, sir,” Ianto said quickly. His arse was stretched and aching, his cock was rock hard and he wanted to feel Owen stretching him, not the hard metal of the speculum. “Please…” he begged.

Instead Owen pushed the speculum deeper and Ianto shivered at the sensation. He was stretched further than he’d ever been and fully exposed to whatever Owen chose to do.

“With a bit of work I could fit my fist in you,” Owen speculated, pushing two fingers inside trying to reach past the metal to Ianto’s skin.

“Oh god,” Ianto said, equal parts terrified and aroused by the suggestion.

“Show me what a good boy you can be,” Owen said, walking around to Ianto’s head and shoving his cock into Ianto’s willing mouth.

Ianto swallowed as much of Owen’s cock as he could, sucking hard the way he knew Owen liked it. Owen let Ianto suck for a few minutes before pulling out and getting Ianto to lick his balls for a while so he could calm down enough to fuck Ianto.

Owen moved back and released the speculum pulling it carefully out and putting it aside. He pushed his cock inside before the flexing muscles closed. Slowly Ianto tightened around him and he started to thrust.

Ianto held onto the edge of the table and met Owen’s thrusts. Cursing at the sensations Owen reached around and took hold of Ianto’s cock, letting Ianto fuck his fist in time with his thrusts.

Owen knew he wasn’t going to last long, he’d been fantasising about the scene since Ianto fled the autopsy bay earlier. The reality was so much better than the fantasy and he shot his cum deep into Ianto’s bowels, feeling Ianto’s release splash across his fingers not long after.

Owen stayed embedded until he began to soften and then he pulled out slowly. Another time and he’d have stayed there until he’d hardened again. It had been a hard day for both of them though and Owen was looking forward to grabbing takeout, going home and curling up on the sofa with Ianto.

It was perhaps the strangest non-relationship either of them had ever had, but neither of them was complaining.

END

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