Title: Make me feel
By: lilithangel
Pairings: Ianto/Owen
Rating: AO
Kink: pain!kink
Warnings: contains needle play and the use of pain for sexual stimulation as well as the usual m/m shenanigans.
Summary: Jack is gone. Jack showed Ianto that he liked things that weren't vanilla and he's started to get hungry for it.

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Ianto’s first week as a full field agent without Jack did not go well. It wasn’t that he was incompetent or didn’t try. It was that he wasn’t Jack. The others were still adapting to his gap in the team and Ianto wasn’t a perfect fit.

Nothing disastrous happened but Ianto spent more time than he was comfortable sitting on Owen’s autopsy table while the girls looked on in sympathy. The sympathy wasn’t just for the injuries; he knew they were remembering the kiss. So quickly followed by Jack’s disappearance even Ianto had to wonder if it had been a goodbye kiss, forgiveness in the same way as Owen hug.

The second and third weeks were better but Ianto was still spending a lot of time being patched up. So much time that Owen began to wonder if it was some sort of twisted was of punishing himself. Owen was pretty certain Ianto was fucked up enough to do that.

“I never picked you to be clumsy,” Owen said to Ianto as he stitched up Ianto’s arm from another Weevil strike, “so either you fancy me or you’re trying to get yourself killed.”

“As if,” Ianto said, sucking in a breath as Owen stabbed the needle through his flesh.

“As if what?” Owen said with a smirk.

“As if either thank you,” Ianto said in an offended tone. “I’m getting the hang of things. You seem to get far too much pleasure out of sticking me with needles, if you want to talk about such things.”

“I do get pleasure out of sticking you,” Owen replied with a smirk, “I’m just that sort of bastard.”

Ianto shifted uncomfortably on the table but waited for Owen to finish the stitches before sliding off and buttoning his shirt back down. “Thank you for your concern,” he said, sarcasm dripping off every word, “I will do my best to avoid needing your services again.”

A month after Jack left and the four of them were working well as a team. There was still the occasional moment when they all looked to an empty space, hesitating long enough for one of them to end up on Owen’s table.

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Owen had fucked his way through most of the bars in Cardiff and it was starting to bore him. He had no idea what he wanted but it wasn’t on offer in the standard places. He couldn’t help remembering how it felt at the Fight Club with Mark, these days he really only felt alive when the adrenalin kicked in.

However, he sure as hell didn’t expect to see Ianto Jones in a dirty alleyway kneeling in front of some bloke, mouth stuffed with cock. Sure he’d figured cock was Ianto’s thing, at least with Jack, but it all seemed so seedy and unlike the precise and proper Jones.

He didn’t bother to make his presence known, just rubbed his cock through his jeans and watched the stranger fuck Ianto’s face without any care. Ianto choked down the stranger’s release and walked away. Owen was pretty sure Ianto hadn’t cum from the encounter, but he slipped away before Ianto saw him so couldn’t be sure.

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Ianto hadn’t meant to be so bad in the field. He’d known it would take time to find his feet and he would never be Jack-shaped enough to fill the gap. Getting hurt seemed par for the course and he tolerated Owen’s medical treatment. At least the rough care grounded him when he felt himself shattering under the pressure.

As the weeks went by and he became one of the team the itch started. He hadn’t been technically a virgin when he surrendered to his need for Jack, but he certainly hadn’t been experienced. His attraction to Jack had been unexpected and unwanted initially but Jack seemed to know exactly what he needed and his experience grew rapidly after Lisa.

Jack let him grieve, gave him comfort, let him give up control, and best of all made it hurt when he needed it to.

He knew he was taking risks in the field, but they were calculated risks to protect the team the way Jack would expect him to, and the pain was a small reward for doing what was expected of him.

After Jack’s disappearance Ianto had ignored that part of him until the day he was sitting on Owen’s autopsy table as Owen stitched up his arm. Owen’s hand was hot against his skin as he felt the stab of the needle into his skin and the pull of the thread through his flesh. The throb of pain went straight to his cock and he barely heard Owen’s comment. He forced his attention back and dismissed Owen’s ego as best he could.

As soon as he left Ianto went straight to the shower room to clean up. He let the hot water pour over his grazes and minor scrapes and jerked off with his injured arm, feeling the pull of the stitches with every stroke. It was the best orgasm he’d had since Jack left and he knew he was in trouble.

Ianto got very good at not letting Owen know if he was hurt. The cuts and bruises weren’t enough to stave off the hunger, but coupled with anonymous sex in alleyways he survived.

Owen was watching him closely though so he never went so far as to end up on the table for anything serious. The more he avoided it the more he became obsessed with the doctor and the way those hands touched with rough tenderness.

Becoming a Hoix snack had not been part of the plan however. By the time Tosh and Gwen had distracted it and Owen had dragged him away he had several bites and a dislocated knee for his trouble. He had no choice but to lean on Owen to get back to the SUV and wasn’t given a chance to protest when Owen led him straight to the autopsy bay while the girls locked the Hoix away.

Owen had stripped him of his shirt and was cleaning the worst of the bites before the shock wore off and he became hyper aware of Owen’s hands on his skin. The sting of alcohol on the bites caught his cock’s interest and he forced himself not to be interested in the pain that sparked where Owen’s thumb brushed carelessly over his grazes.

Owen’s gaze was fixed on him instead of focussing on the injuries, but the doctor’s hands carried on unerringly cleaning and checking. When they paused on one of the worst bites he sucked in a lungful of air, not caring if Owen thought he was afraid of the pain. That was better than Owen knowing how much he craved it. There was more pressure on the bite and he shivered at the feel. The pressure went beyond Owen’s casual care and Ianto realised that somehow Owen knew.

Owen looked into Ianto’s eyes and smiled at the dilated pupils and hunger he could see there. He stepped in closer to Ianto and let his fingers brush through the chest hair to find the hardening nipples. He twisted them, confident that Ianto wouldn’t lash out at him.

“You don’t have a death wish,” Owen said when Ianto gasped and pressed toward his touch, “just a pain wish. Did Jack fuck you up or have you always been that kinky?”

“That’s none of your business,” Ianto said, willing him body not to react to Owen’s touch.

“Yeah it is,” Owen said, “I’m your doctor, your mental health is as important to me as your physical health.”

“Like hell,” Ianto said, “you don’t give a damn about my mental health unless it affects you in some way.”

“Fair enough,” Owen agreed, his hands still pressed against Ianto’s chest, “but honestly I’m curious just how far this goes.” He looked down at Ianto’s groin and smirked at the rising bulge there. Then he frowned when he saw an expanding stain of blood around a tear in the fabric of Ianto’s trousers on his thigh. “Get your pants off.”

“No,” Ianto protested.

“You’re bleeding,” Owen said, his earlier tormenting forgotten. “Take them off or I’ll cut them off.”

Ianto shivered at the thought of Owen near him with a blade and quickly undid his trousers. Owen pulled them off his hips and he kicked them free, unwilling to put any weight on his knee.

Owen cleaned the wound efficiently before his mind returned to their conversation. “Could probably just use a butterfly to close it but I think I should put in a few stitches just in case.”

Ianto closed his eyes briefly at Owen’s words and surrendered to the inevitable.

“Everything alright?” Gwen’s voice broke through the tension.

“He just needs a few stitches,” Owen replied calmly, his body concealing Ianto from Gwen’s curiosity. “Then I’ll have to strap his knee up, it’s swelling like a basketball. The Hoix all locked away?”

“Nice and tight,” Gwen confirmed. “Do you want us to stay?”

“Nah,” Owen said, his voice not revealing any of the desire Ianto could see in his face, “you and Tosh head home. Everything’s quiet, no point in all of us being stuck here.”

“You okay Ianto?” Gwen asked.

“I’ll be fine thanks Gwen,” Ianto replied. “I may have to have a few days off my feet.”

“We’ll sort something out,” Gwen said, “will you be alright to get him home Owen?” she added.

“Fine… fine,” Owen replied.

They listened as Gwen and Tosh left the Hub. Owen’s hands rested on either side of the wound on Ianto’s thigh. When the doors rolled shut Owen pressed down with his thumbs, pulling a gasp of pain from Ianto.

Ianto bit down hard on his lip as he watched Owen set up needle and thread. Each stitch was exquisitely painful. Owen drew the thread through slowly, tying each stitch off with a snap that went straight to Ianto’s cock.

When the last stitch was finished Owen dragged the needle point up the inside of Ianto’s thigh and across his balls.

“You need this don’t you?” Owen said, “Tell me… beg me for it.”

“Yes I need this,” Ianto hissed, “make me feel, Owen.”

Owen reached over and grabbed his bandage shears. He cut through Ianto’s cotton boxers, the point of the shears leaving a fine red line in its path.

“Lie down,” Owen ordered as he cut the boxers free. He rummaged through a drawer as Ianto obeyed his directions. He pulled out a packet of needles and brought them back over to where Ianto could see them. “Acupuncture needles,” he said, “took a course in it a few years back, never got a chance to use them.”

Ianto experienced a little fissure of fear but it was easily swamped by the rising lust. His cock was hard and heavy against his hip and it twitched as Owen dragged a needle down the underside.

“They’re designed not to hurt when used properly,” Owen said, “let’s see what they’re like when used improperly.” Owen snapped on a clean pair of gloved and swabbed Ianto’s ball sac with alcohol.

He lifted Ianto’s sac up and pinched a fold of skin together. Slowly he pushed the needle through and released the skin. It wasn’t a strong pain but Ianto could feel it clearly, like a thin line of heat.

Owen inserted three more needles, two in each sac. Then he flicked them idly and Ianto jerked in shock. It was a different pain from anything he’d experienced before. Every nerve in his groin sang as Owen dragged another needle over the skin already raised by the inserted needles.

Owen moved the needle up to the head of Ianto’s cock and pressed the point into the bottom of the glans. He unzipped his own pants and released his cock.

Ianto turned his head and took Owen’s cock into his mouth without Owen saying anything. He suckled on the head as Owen scraped the needle over his shaft.

Ianto gasped around Owen’s cock as he pushed a needle through the frenum. Owen’s gasped “fuck,” was the first word said since Owen started piercing and it was enough to trigger something in Ianto. He swallowed around Owen’s cock, sucking in his cheeks to increase the suction.

Owen abandoned the needles to brace against Ianto and started to thrust deeper into his mouth. He’d seen how much Ianto could take in the alley so he didn’t bother stopping until he could feel the head of his cock press into Ianto’s throat. Owen swore and shot his load down Ianto’s throat letting Ianto milk him until he was empty.

When Owen pulled out of Ianto’s mouth he found the other man was still hard. He wrapped a hand around the base of Ianto’s cock and slowly pulled the needles out of Ianto’s sac. When they were gone he started pumping Ianto’s shaft his hand getting perilously close to the remaining needle in the frenum. With his free hand Owen pulled the last needle out and jerked Ianto’s cock hard his thumb brushing over the entry point of the needle where a small bead of blood had welled up. Ianto arched his back and came with a yell, shooting over his chest and almost hitting himself in the face.

Ianto collapsed back onto the table and Owen petted him gently checking for shock. Owen cleaned Ianto up and put antiseptic cream on the entry points that had stretched slightly while Ianto watched in a slight daze.

“You want to experiment with anything like this again you come to me,” Owen said sternly as he strapped Ianto’s knee, “and I’ll fuck the need right out of you. Otherwise this never happened okay?”

“Okay,” Ianto nodded his agreement, feeling calmer than he had in weeks. No doubt it would be awkward with Owen when the adrenalin wore off but Ianto couldn’t bring himself to care. Jack had awakened a curiosity in him that coupled with his own controlled wildness. If Owen could give him what he needed Ianto didn’t care how much he disliked the man sometimes.

Nothing was said as Owen drove him home and nothing was said afterwards, but Ianto was careful to always go to Owen before the need got too great and Owen was always happy to oblige.

END

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