Title: Keeping housee
By: lilithangel
Pairings: Ianto/Owen
Rating: AO
Kinks: domestic discipline
Summary: Owen and Ianto are forced to share living space as well as work space. Something was bound to snap.

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“Why shouldn’t I discipline you?” Ianto said, glaring at Owen, “You’ve cost me hours of work.”

“You haven’t got the balls,” Owen said, glaring right back.

“Look at the mess you’ve caused,” Ianto went on, gesturing to the state of the Hub.

“It’s not my fault it turns out that gadget was some sort of alien wind generator,” Owen said defensively.

“You didn’t have to touch it,” Ianto said, deliberately getting into Owen’s personal space.

“And you don’t have to be such an uptight wanker but what are you gonna do?” Owen said glaring up at him.

“Maybe I should spank you,” Ianto said grimly.

“I don’t think so,” Owen said, backing up a step, “you wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me,” Ianto said, stepping forward.

Owen glared at him and didn’t step back again. Ianto raised an eyebrow and Owen visibly shrank. Ianto had seen Owen back down to Jack in the past but this was the first time it had worked for him.

The sound of the door alarm had them both jumping backwards. To Ianto’s surprise Owen knelt down and started to help him pick up the scattered papers.

Tosh and Gwen arrived bringing lunch and Owen abandoned the clean up to eat, just as Ianto expected. What Ianto didn’t expect was Owen saving him some food.

Ianto walked into the flat with a sigh. It had taken him hours to sort out the mess Owen’s machine had caused even after Owen had helped him pick everything up. It hadn’t been the picking up that had taken the time it was the sorting, but Owen had slunk off before Ianto noticed. Owen had been uncharacteristically silent after Ianto’s threat. It hadn’t been the silence of plotting that Ianto was used to either.

As expected Owen was sprawled out on the sofa, the remains of a takeaway scattered over the coffee table. There was at least a coaster under his beer.

“Saved you some if you want it,” Owen said, gesturing to an unopened box.

Ianto had wanted to cook a proper meal for once but couldn’t get the enthusiasm up so he slumped on the sofa and shoved Owen’s feet out of the way to reach for the container. They ate in silence and Owen surprised Ianto by fetching him a beer.

Ianto picked up the empty containers and beer bottles to dispose of in the kitchen feeling uncharacteristically charitable toward Owen. The good feeling fled when he saw the state the kitchen was still in from Owen’s late breakfast fry-up. The mess Owen had dismissively said he would clean up.

Calmly Ianto put the rubbish in the bin and grabbed a wooden spoon from the drawer. He walked back into the living room and glared down at Owen.

“It’s bad enough you moving in here while your flat is renovated, but you promised you’d do your share,” Ianto said.

“Not my fault you’re an anal bastard,” Owen said.

“You cost me hours of work at the Hub and now my kitchen is a disaster and you’re going to clean it up, right now,” Ianto said.

“I’ll get to it in a minute,” Owen said, rolling his eyes.

“You’ll get to it now,” Ianto said, at the end of his rope, “or I follow through with my suggestion from earlier at the Hub.” He let the wooden spoon dangle significantly in his hand.

“You wouldn’t dare,” Owen said, his eyes narrowing.

“Try me,” Ianto replied.

Owen made to move off the sofa and in a flash Ianto had pinned him face down on it. Owen struggled but Ianto pushed a knee into his back and held him there. Ianto grabbed Owen’s flailing arms and twisted them behind his back immobilising him.

Owen tried to buck Ianto off when he felt his arms being transferred into a one handed grip but Ianto was stronger than he expected. There was a dull thwap sound and a line of fiery pain across his buttocks as Ianto followed through with the spanking threat.

“Son of a bitch,” Owen yelled.

“Shut up,” Ianto said, striking Owen again across the bum.

“You’re fucking insane,” Owen said, trying to break free of Ianto’s grip.

“Don’t be such a baby,” Ianto replied, “it’s not even on bare skin. You’ve been an annoying brat and it’s time you learnt your lesson.”

Owen stopped struggling after the fifth blow and Ianto relaxed his grip slightly. When Owen didn’t move Ianto smirked.

“Ten more for the mess in the Hub,” he said, “and another one for the state of my kitchen. Undo your jeans.”

Owen tensed at Ianto’s words and Ianto waited for him to fight back once his arms were released. Instead Owen unzipped his jeans and let Ianto pull them down. The brush of something hard told Ianto the rest of what he wanted to know, giving him a sense of relief that his own erection wouldn’t be commented on.

Owen was wearing tight black cotton boxer shorts and Ianto pulled them down so the band sat underneath Owen’s butt cheeks. There was some reddening on Owen’s skin from the first five blows but they were nothing compared to what Ianto intended to put there.

“Hands on your head and keep them there,” Ianto said sternly and Owen obeyed quickly.

Resting his hand on the small of Owen’s back Ianto brought the wooden spoon down sharply three times in quick succession. Owen sucked his breath in hard and Ianto felt his cock pulse. Red welts rose up on Owen’s pale skin and Ianto criss-crossed another three. He laid another three across the top of Owen’s thighs and then finished with two more at full strength on the globes of Owen’s arse.

Owen choked back a cry at the last two blows and Ianto rubbed his skin gently, admiring the heat and pattern. Owen started to flex against Ianto’s leg so he stopped.

“Stand up,” Ianto ordered.

Owen let his jeans slide down his legs and didn’t object when Ianto pushed his boxers down to join them, leaving him standing with his cock jutting out from under his tee shirt.

Ianto reached out and rubbed his thumb over the head of Owen’s cock, collecting the pre-cum from it and licking his thumb clean. “Clean up the kitchen,” he said as Owen watched him with wide eyes, “then we can talk about your reward for being good.”

Owen nodded and hurried to the kitchen without speaking. Ianto slumped onto the sofa, his cock hard and aching, and wondered if he was going insane. It had felt good to take out his anger at Owen’s behaviour on Owen’s arse; he just hadn’t expected it to feel that good. He definitely hadn’t expected Owen to react that way although it made a kind of sense. Ianto had seen Owen’s personnel file and knew there was no father mentioned. Owen’s behaviour around Jack suggested a need for an authority figure, although Jack wasn’t the best choice really. Unconditional love Jack could do, but discipline wasn’t his strong point.

Ianto adjusted himself and got up to check on Owen’s progress. Plates had been scraped and rinsed and stacked in the dishwasher the way Ianto preferred. He hadn’t even realised Owen had noticed. Owen was busy washing up the pan he’d used. Ianto continued to watch as Owen dried the pan and then wiped down the benches. Owen blushed under Ianto’s scrutiny but carried on cleaning.

“That will do,” Ianto said finally, “back into the living room with you.”

Ianto could see Owen clenching his jaw, resisting the urge to make a smart comment and risk another punishment.

Ianto sat down and Owen stood in front of him. Owen’s cock bobbed in front of Ianto’s face, hard and slick with arousal.

“Kneel,” Ianto said, “since you’ve been so good you can suck my cock as a reward.”

“But…” Owen looked at Ianto in shock. He dropped his gaze quickly and knelt as directed.

Ianto was amazed at how compliant Owen was and he kept expecting the other man to resist. Although obviously by the hardness of Owen’s erection, he was enjoying the situation as much as Ianto was.

“You can jerk yourself off while you suck me,” Ianto said, “but don’t you dare cum before I do.”

It had been too long since anyone (Jack) beside his own hand had touched his cock so Ianto was lucky not to cum at the first wet suck of Owen’s mouth. Re-mustering his resolve Ianto sat back and watched Owen take his cock. It was obviously not Owen’s first go and he was surprisingly attentive using long swipes of his tongue, lots of suction and his hand to pump the shaft he couldn’t fit into his mouth.

Owen’s other hand was working on his own cock but at a leisurely pace as he concentrated on bringing Ianto off.

“Next time I’ll fuck you after I’ve spanked you,” Ianto said, “so I can enjoy the sight of the welts on your arse and know you’re going to behave for a while.” He held Owen’s head in place and shot his release.

Owen coughed and a small amount slipped past his lips but he swallowed gamely. Ianto leaned down and licked the escaping droplets up tasting himself on Owen’s lips. A quick glance showed that Owen had climaxed and was holding his release in a cupped palm.

“You better get cleaned up,” Ianto said, a little uncertain how they were going to act.

Owen disappeared to the bathroom, returning in a clean pair of boxers and a tee shirt. He raised an eyebrow at Ianto’s surprise. “I just sucked your cock after you spanked me,” he said, “we going to pretend nothing happened?”

“I don’t know,” Ianto admitted. He had gotten fully dressed again when Owen left. “What do you want to do?”

“Lie down so I don’t put any pressure on my arse,” Owen said with a wry smile. “Who knew you had it in you?”

Ianto smiled, “who indeed.” He moved over to the end of the sofa and gestured for Owen to stretch out.

Gingerly Owen lay down and rested his head in Ianto’s lap. “Just to warn you,” he said, “if I fall I fall hard.”

“Fair enough,” Ianto said, tangling his fingers in Owen’s hair, “just to warn you that if you annoy me enough I will bring the spoon out again.”

“Good,” Owen said, “cause that was a fucking amazing orgasm.”

For the rest of the night they watched bad television and then went to their own beds. It wasn’t a quick fix between them but something changed and it was better.

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