Title: Mister and Mister
By: lilithangel
Pairings: Ianto/Owen
Rating: NC-17
Kink: Sharing domesticity. #5 for rounds_of_kink
A/N: So I was totally finished rounds_of_kink okay, but yeah... the muse insisted I had one more in me.
Summary: Owen would rather be homeless than live with Ianto, even for a short time but since they’re stuck together it really is easier to make the most of it.

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“This is ridiculous,” Owen growled.

“For once I have to agree with you,” Ianto said. He headed for the kitchen where he kept his alcohol and Owen leapt up to follow him.

“Give me a bit of warning,” Owen complained.

“Sorry,” Ianto said, he dragged a hand through his hair, “I keep forgetting.”

“Bloody Jack and his stupid secret artefacts,” Owen said grabbing glasses.

“To be fair we shouldn’t have been in that cabinet,” Ianto said.

“Stop defending him,” Owen said, “if he actually told us shit we would know what not to touch.”

Ianto had been sorting through one corner of the archives when Owen had come looking for him. Owen had poked about in a cabinet when Ianto had told him to wait. The device had appeared innocuous but they should have known not to trust what they saw. It was a soft grey colour without any buttons and didn’t do anything when Owen picked it up, but when Ianto took it from him it glowed and warmed up so Ianto let go of it quickly.

After a few minutes when nothing happened, Ianto put it carefully back into the cabinet and Owen headed back upstairs. Only to collapse onto the ground in agony.

Ianto had called for help and rushed to help him. By the time Jack got down there Owen was up and grumbling that there was nothing wrong with him and Ianto was just a fussy old woman. He shook off Jack’s concern and headed back towards the autopsy bay only to drop again.

This time Ianto and Jack insisted they take him there and check him over. When Ianto tried to leave to fetch the artefact they had been handling Owen collapsed for a third time.

Eyes narrowing Jack ordered Ianto to stay put and he went to find it himself. He returned wearing large leather gloves carrying the object.

“You touched it first?” Jack said to Owen when he returned.

“What the hell is it Jack?” Owen demanded.

“Praxian prisoner transport device,” Jack replied. “I’m guessing Ianto took it off you.”

“Why, what does it do?” Ianto said.

“It was used to control prisoners for transport,” Jack said, “the prisoner is physically unable to move, more than I guess ten feet based on your reaction, from the designated guard.”

“Designated as the one that touches the device second?” Ianto said grimly.

“Got it in one,” Jack said.

“How long does it work for?” Owen said.

“Till it’s deactivated,” Jack replied cheerfully, “with a device that was never kept with the module.”

“Do we have one?” Owen said with an eerie calm.

“Not sure,” Jack said, “we’ll have to check the archives.”

“You mean the archives that I still haven’t managed to sort out in the two years I’ve been here?” Ianto said.

“We bloody well better have,” Owen said, “I’m not spending the rest of my life within ten feet of him.”

“What happens if we are more than ten feet apart for a length of time?” Ianto said looking at Owen speculatively.

“You saw,” Jack said, “if the distance is maintained the prisoner will suffer more and more pain until the body shuts down and death follows.”

“And the guard feels no ill effects at all?” Owen said with frustration.

“Wouldn’t be much use as a guard if he did,” Jack replied.

The difficulties of being forced to stay close to each soon became apparent. If either wanted to do any work the other had to follow. Tosh finally set up another workstation in the autopsy bay so Ianto could continue searching the archive database while Owen kept up with the autopsies. Owen became intimately acquainted with the coffee machine and just how much coffee the team consumed in a day. When Ianto had to man the tourist desk Owen was forced to actually get up to date with his paperwork as Ianto had removed all the games and blocked internet access on the computer up there.

Neither was prepared to discuss the whole toileting issue, grateful only that there were cubicles. It also left Jack, Tosh and Gwen to do all the field work since there was no way of coordinating keeping the two of them together safely.

They finally settled on staying at Ianto’s flat since Ianto refused to go near Owen’s. So Owen packed a bag and insisted on driving.

Now they were standing in Ianto’s flat trying not to be disturbed by their situation, on enforced desk duties until something was sorted out.

“What about sleeping arrangements?” Owen said as they both finished their glasses of bourbon.

“I’ve only got one bedroom,” Ianto said. He knew Owen was aware of that because he’d put Owen’s bag in there earlier and as a matter of course Owen had followed him up the hall.

“This is just fucking brilliant,” Owen grumbled. His stomach growled and they both realised they’d only had coffee and alcohol all day.

“I’ll make us something to eat,” Ianto said, “nothing fancy mind; I don’t do a lot of cooking.”

Owen sat down at Ianto’s small kitchen table and watched as Ianto bustled around with the fixings for spaghetti bolognaise. He had to think how long it had been since someone had made him a meal and came up to the blank wall that was his life before Cardiff. Tosh had bought him sandwiches but the simple domesticity of being in a kitchen threw Owen off kilter so he poured them both another glass of bourbon and ignored it.

After dinner Ianto rinsed the dishes and put the dishwasher on while Owen watched. Then he set a chair up in the short hallway.

“For bathroom breaks,” he replied to Owen’s raised eyebrow.

“You really would make someone a good wife,” Owen said with a smirk.

“Well it’s not going to be you,” Ianto replied.

“Dear god no,” Owen said, “I don’t need taking care of.” Ianto snorted in disbelief and Owen glared at him.

“I’m going to take a shower,” Ianto said, “so make yourself comfortable.” He looked at the chair pointedly.

Five minutes into his shower Ianto was disturbed by the door opening and a gust of cold air around his ankles. Peering around the curtain he saw Owen drag the chair into the bathroom and close the door.

“What the hell are you doing?” Ianto demanded.

“I was cold and bored out there,” Owen said, tipping the chair back against the door and making himself comfortable.

“So you thought you’d come in here and annoy me while I shower?” Ianto said incredulously.

“Not as if I could fetch a book or anything,” Owen replied.

“I’m not here to entertain you,” Ianto said, firmly turning his back and acutely aware of the flimsy curtain between them.

“Does Jack come here?” Owen said, completely ignoring Ianto’s annoyance.

“Sometimes,” Ianto said, “why?” he added suspiciously.

“Does he get that weird look on his face like he doesn’t know what half your stuff is for?”

Ianto thought about it for a moment. “Yes he does. I thought he was just sizing things up for sex toys but you’re right.”

“Not an image I needed thank you,” Owen said. “We still know jack shit about him really, is all. I was just curious how much pillow talk you got out of him.”

“Don’t you have a life of your own?” Ianto said in frustration.

“Not since joining Torchwood no,” Owen said. “Hey you use Korres, what do you think of their cleanser?” he said changing the subject abruptly.

“Stop going through my medicine cabinet,” Ianto said, “it’s good. I find the ginseng one is the least offensive.”

“Have you tried their cinnamon face mask?” Owen said as he continued to ferret around in Ianto’s stuff.

“No, and stop going through my stuff,” Ianto said. He switched off the shower and reached around for a towel, not prepared to step out naked in front of Owen.

“Told you I was bored,” Owen replied. He waited for Ianto to climb out of the tub and then turned the water back on shedding his clothes with far less concern than Ianto had.

Ianto turned away until Owen climbed under the shower and then towelled off. He pulled on his boxers and tee shirt to at least be covered when Owen got out and then tossed everything else into the laundry hamper. He pushed Owen’s clothes into a tidier heap on the floor and then pointedly returned the chair to the hallway and sat down to wait.

By the time Owen got out Ianto was freezing and he knew Owen had run the hot water dry. He’d been tempted to return but refused to give Owen the satisfaction. Owen wandered out of the bathroom with a towel knotted around his waist. A glimpse into the bathroom revealed the mess he’d expected to see and Ianto took a small amount of malicious pleasure at forcing Owen to stop walking and return to the door while he cleaned up the water on the floor, the discarded clothes and the sopping wet bathmat.

Finally Ianto led the way to the bedroom and resigned himself to leaving the towel Owen was wearing over the door because he was damned if they were playing follow the leader down the hall all night.

The bedroom was Ianto’s one luxury after his suits. He was tall and had always hated sleeping in a cramped space so he’d splurged on a king-sized bed with his first cheque from Torchwood Three (Jack certainly paid better than Torchwood One had). He’d also treated himself to ridiculously high thread count sheets.

“You’re as bad as Jack,” Ianto said sourly when Owen made a comment about how they good they felt. Putting Jack, the bed and Owen in the same conversation felt incredibly wrong to Ianto so he busied himself with pulling on sleep pants.

“What side do you prefer?” Owen said, dropping his towel and bouncing onto the bed.

Ianto turned and got a flash of more than Owen than he was normally prepared for. “Pants,” he said, “you are not sleeping naked in my bed.”

“I always sleep naked,” Owen protested.

“Not in my bed,” Ianto repeated and Owen sighed. He rifled through his bag and pulled on a pair of boxers. “The left,” Ianto said when Owen was as decent as he was going to get.

Owen moved to the right side and lay down. Ianto lay stiffly beside him and they both stared up at the ceiling.

“Well this is cosy,” Owen said.

“I was going for awkward myself,” Ianto replied and Owen’s lips quirked.

“After everything we’ve been through I’m sure we can handle sharing a bed,” Owen said. He shifted around to get comfortable and Ianto sighed.

Owen woke to find Ianto had turned over in the night and was pressed up against him. He considered elbowing Ianto and making a comment but Ianto was ridiculously warm and Owen was more comfortable than he’d been in a long time so he simply closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

Ianto was dreaming. He was in bed with Jack and Jack was suggesting a threesome with a blowfish. But the blowfish was Gwen and then Jack was Owen but he didn’t seem to mind. Ianto struggled to wake up, certain there was something he should be remembering. Of course then he was late for school and running out of the house naked.

Waking up properly Ianto realised he was wrapped around Owen and his morning glory was pressed up against Owen’s buttocks. Ianto was very much aware that Owen had a similar morning issue since he had his hand was holding onto it.

“If you stop now it will be my turn to shoot you,” Owen said his voice rough with sleep.

Owen wriggled around and kissed Ianto before he could protest.

“We don’t even like each other,” Ianto said when Owen broke the kiss to start working his way down Ianto’s throat.

“What’s that got to do with anything?” Owen insinuated his thigh between Ianto’s legs and brought their cocks into contact. “Neither of us is going to get any anywhere else until we’re detached from each other.”

“Aren’t we?” Ianto hissed when Owen’s fingers found his nipples and flicked them.

“I’m not sitting on a chair while you and Jack got at it,” Owen said, “and I can’t imagine you want to go on the pull with me. We’re both horny so let’s sort it out.”

“I’m not letting you fuck me,” Ianto said, trying to sound authoritative as Owen’s fingers explored his body.

“Then you can fuck me,” Owen said, “I don’t give a damn so long as I get off.”

Suddenly the idea of pinning Owen to the bed and fucking him into silence seemed like a perfect one, especially while Owen was rubbing against his cock and licking his nipples.

Condom, lube and wet wipes were quickly sorted out and Ianto watched Owen roughly push two slick fingers into his arse. Ianto was surprised at how good he found seeing Owen’s need, how aroused it made him to know he was the reason for it.

Owen was so small compared to Jack Ianto was fascinated at how he was able to bend the other man ready for fucking. Owen brought his knees up to his chest and let Ianto lift his hips up and rest them on strong thighs.

“For God’s sake fuck me already,” Owen growled when Ianto hesitated, “don’t be such a girl.”

As with so many of their encounters Owen’s mouth spurred Ianto into aggression. He pushed into Owen, not stopping to let the other man adjust until he was fully embedded. Owen didn’t seem to mind, in fact he seem to relax around Ianto and take everything Ianto could give him.

Ianto braced himself on Owen’s thighs and began to thrust hard enough to push Owen against the head of the bed. Owen braced his hands against the headboard and pushed back onto Ianto and they soon were lost in the sensations.

Relenting to the grunts of need from Owen Ianto wrapped a hand around his cock and pumped in time with their movements. Owen was tight around Ianto’s shaft milking his every thrust.

“You’re pretty good at this,” Owen gasped as Ianto slammed into him.

“I aim to please,” Ianto said with a smirk. He changed the angle of his thrusts slightly and Owen swore as the head of Ianto’s cock found his prostate. “I’m going to make you scream Owen Harper,” he added.

“You’re not that good,” Owen replied. He squeezed around Ianto’s shaft and smirked as Ianto jerked against him, breaking the rhythm of their thrusts.

Taking up the challenge Ianto began to work harder on Owen’s cock using all the little tricks Jack had taught him and all the things he liked until he found the things that drove Owen wild. A little twist on the end of a stroke, a thumb pressed hard to the underside of the shaft and an occasional brush over the head.

Owen wasn’t screaming but he certainly cursed inventively when his come spurted over Ianto’s hand and onto his chest, one or two droplets even hitting his mouth. Ianto felt Owen’s orgasm ripple around his cock but it was the sight of Owen licking his own release off his lips that sent Ianto over the edge.

Ianto cleaned them up and they both fell back to sleep with sated smiles on their faces. When they woke a second time Owen convinced Ianto (with a rather spectacular blow job if he did say so himself) to go again before breakfast.

If Jack was surprised by their lack of concern over an ETA to breaking the prison bond he didn’t say anything except to make Ianto promise to let him watch, and Owen found he didn't mind that idea at all.

Owen decided it wasn’t half bad to be stuck living with Ianto until the effect wore off. He had someone to do his laundry (only because it was mixed in with Ianto’s and neither of them was willing to separate them), there was always food in the fridge as well as beer, it sure as hell smelt nicer in Ianto’s flat, and the sex was bloody brilliant. Strangely enough Ianto didn’t seem to mind either so probably the sex was more than brilliant if he did say so himself.

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