Title: Hate you, hate him more
By: lilithangel
Pairings: Ianto/Owen
Rating: AO
Kinks: hate!sex
Summary: Jack left and the animosity continued, when the pressure gets bad it was almost inevitable that fists would turn to a caress that was just as harsh.

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It was inevitable that they would have to work together in the vacuum that Jack left. Owen still favoured his shoulder and Ianto still fingered the trigger of his gun when Owen got too snippy, but they had a Rift to patrol and a city to protect and the girls could only buffer so many times.

Despite their anger they wouldn’t let anything else kill the other so the teamwork coped, but both were more than willing to believe that the other would be that careless and the arguments would flow like familiar alcohol to numb the pain of being abandoned and the shame of betrayal.

The snarking didn’t ease but it was a small price to suffer for a semi-functional team.

It was also inevitable that the loneliness and rage would translate into something sexual. It was Torchwood after all and Jack hadn’t hired any of them for their emotional stability.

“Could you possibly not fuck everything up just once,” Ianto said with a sigh.

“Shut up,” Owen said, tugging on the restraint around his wrist. Unfortunately, not only was it secured tightly, it was secured to Ianto as well and Ianto objected forcefully to being tugged around by Owen. Owen pulled his hand back again and ended up getting slapped in the face.

“You did that on purpose,” Owen accused.

“Yeah right,” Ianto said, “I deliberately let you get us captured so that we would be handcuffed together and I could let you slap yourself in the face with my hand.”

“You’re twisted enough,” Owen said and Ianto rolled his eyes. “Anyway, it’s not my fault a standard Weevil hunt led us to a human trafficking ring.”

“You could have kept quiet long enough for us to escape.”

“And let those bastards take a little kid?”

“And us being captured and chained up helped so much.”

“The girls will figure it out,” Owen said confidently.

“So long as our captors don’t decide to kill us or sell us in the meantime,” Ianto said.

“If you’re that worried you could try and help me escape,” Owen replied.

“Handcuffs, metal pole with no joins, human flesh,” Ianto listed, “they’ve obviously done this before and are rather good at it.”

“So what the hell do you think we should be doing then?” Owen demanded.

“How about shutting up and conserving our energy,” Ianto suggested.

“Shutting up, is that your answer to everything?” Owen sneered. “Bloody Ianto Jones, butler to the stars and men with absolutely gay dress sense.”

Ianto turned to face him with a glare. “At least some of us don’t feel it necessary to make the whole world share in our misery.”

“You don’t think walking around with a perpetual cloud of gloom around you isn’t sharing?” Owen said. They were nose to nose now and glaring. “Even when you were getting some from the good Captain you could barely crack a smile. He must have been a pretty crap lover.”

“Wouldn’t you just love to know,” Ianto said, “it must drive you mad wondering why he would rather shag me. Jealous that daddy loved me more are you?”

“I’m not the one with daddy issues,” Owen sneered back. “And what makes you so sure I haven’t had my share?”

“Because if you did you wouldn’t be talking about it all the time. Face it, he’s just not that into you,” Ianto said.

“I think that’s my line,” Owen said, “and honestly I don’t see what he sees in you. It can’t be your scintillating conversation.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Yeah I would.”

Why they lunged for each other was debateable but the result was undeniable. Teeth, lips and tongues clashed in a kiss as aggressive as their argument.

The pipe they were cuffed to had left them sitting uncomfortably on the concrete floor, one hand each trapped at head height. Their other hands were free to scrabble at clothing and hair as the kiss deepened without the aggression lessening.

Owen’s hand was cold on Ianto’s chest when he pulled Ianto’s shirt up enough to slip it under. Chewed down nails scraped on skin and across nipples, just hard enough to be enjoyable.

Ianto pushed down past Owen’s waistband and grabbed hold of Owen’s cock through his boxers, the length thickening under Ianto’s fingers as Owen cursed into Ianto’s mouth.

Owen moved and the cuff pulled him up short. “Fuck,” he said. He twisted around and straddled Ianto’s legs trapping Ianto’s hand.

“Give me more warning then,” Ianto said when Owen yelped as his grip tightened.

Owen retaliated by biting down hard on Ianto’s shoulder, only to yelp again when Ianto squeezed.

“Bastard,” Owen gasped as Ianto continued to squeeze and stroke more gently.

“Prat,” Ianto managed as Owen started to nip and lick down his neck.

“That’s Doctor Prat to you,” Owen said. He pulled Ianto’s shirt open and latched onto a nipple.

“Like that’s ever going to happen,” Ianto said, pressing against Owen’s lips.

Ianto moved his hand around to the squeeze Owen’s buttocks. Owen’s free hand fumbled with Ianto’s trousers, pushing them down enough to wrap his fingers around Ianto’s hardening shaft.

“Are we doing this?” Owen said, pulling his attention away from Ianto’s nipple and cock briefly.

“Looks like it,” Ianto said. He pushed Owen’s jeans down, barely needing to unzip them at all.

Owen grabbed Ianto’s hand and suckled on his fingers, getting them wet with spit. “Then get on with it,” he directed, lifting his hips.

Ianto shrugged but needed no further invitation. He pushed one finger into Owen’s arse and Owen hissed. Ianto paused to make sure he hadn’t really hurt Owen who bit his lower lip and pushed down on the finger.

“I’m not a girl,” Owen said as Ianto carefully added a second finger.

“I had noticed,” Ianto replied.

“Then stop pussy-footing around,” Owen said. He spat on his hand, reached around and grabbed Ianto’s cock. “Shit,” he cursed as he sank down onto it.

Ianto raised a sarcastic eyebrow, hiding the strain with some effort. Owen was tight and it had to be hurting. It had been a while since Ianto had had sex and he refused to embarrass himself. Despite the times Ianto had wanted to hurt Owen the last thing he wanted was to be handcuffed to a man complaining about bleeding thanks to him.

“Do I have to do everything?” Owen said when Ianto didn’t move.

“That would be a first,” Ianto said, but he flexed his hips to shut Owen up.

After that neither could be bothered talking. Owen’s cuffed hand twisted around and grasped Ianto’s to take the pressure of the cuffs off and balance himself. Then he lifted up and pushed back down onto Ianto who bucked up to meet him.

They both kept their eyes closed and only the small grunts and gasps kept it from deadly silence. Ianto’s fingers bit in hard on Owen’s thigh and Owen’s gripped just as tightly on Ianto’s shoulder.

Ianto concentrated on lasting longer than Owen. He hadn’t expected the other man to be so tight, or to find all the hot spots on his throat and neck. Owen’s cock rubbed between them slicking its own passage and catching on Ianto’s trousers without a word of complaint from Owen.

It was too much for Ianto and he smothered his cry of release in Owen’s hair as Owen’s orgasm rippled around him. They both relaxed in the after glow and tried desperately to find a way of ending the moment as the need died away leaving the awareness of what they had just done in its wake.

Owen pulled off Ianto and pulled his jeans up, ignoring the trickle of fluid down his thigh. “I win,” he said with a smirk, “knew I could last longer than you.”

“At least I didn’t cum just from being fucked,” Ianto said, struggling to zip his pants up and grimacing at the sticky mess.

“Purely a physiological response,” Owen said and Ianto snorted.

When the girls arrived to save them they were sitting back to back ignoring each other and no mention was made of torn clothing, beard rash or the hicky-like mark on Ianto’s neck.

It was inevitable that it would happen and it was inevitable that it would happen again when things got too much for them. Neither of them said anything when Jack returned and it was inevitable that it never happened again.

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