Title: Necrophilia
By: lilithangel
Pairings: Ianto/Owen
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Cold dead lust.

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Ianto touched Owen’s arm for the third time in as many minutes. Owen had shrugged the first two off but this time he pinned Ianto’s hand in place and glared.

“What the hell is going on with you?” he demanded. They were alone in the Hub. Tosh had gone home and Jack had wandered off somewhere leaving them to mind the store with Gwen on honeymoon.

“Nothing,” Ianto said trying to pull his hand free without hurting Owen.

“Like hell,” Owen said, “you’re looking at me all the time and you keep touching.”

“You’re cold to the touch,” Ianto said.

“I’m dead that’s what happens to dead flesh.” Owen stared suspiciously at Ianto who had taken a sharp breath at his words. “Does that turn you on?” he said curiously.

“What? No,” Ianto said, put he stopped trying to pull away.

“It does,” Owen said moving closer, “me being dead turns you on.”

Ianto froze in place as Owen’s hand snaked up his body and slipped between buttons to press against his heart. He mimicked Owen’s movement to place his own hand over where Owen’s heart should be beating.

“Have you been wondering what it would be like to touch my dead flesh, feel my cold lips on yours?” Ianto licked his lips as if he could taste Owen on them. “Do you want to fuck my corpse?” Owen pressed right up against Ianto.

Ianto suddenly grabbed Owen by the shoulders, but instead of pushing him away bent down and pressed their lips together. “I want to fuck you,” he admitted, “I want to see if you are cold all the way through. I’ve never wanted anything as much as this.”

Owen’s hands were at his belt instantly, clumsy with the bandage but successful. Cold dry fingers wrapped around his hot desperate flesh and it felt so much better than sticking his own hand in icy water.

His own hands quickly pushed down Owen’s pants to find a soft flaccid member that didn’t stir as he fondled it and the hanging balls below. His cock pulsed in Owen’s grasp and he abandoned his exploration to lift the smaller man onto the autopsy table. Owen watched him undress with desire heavy eyes that were not matched by his dead body.

Owen pulled off the rest of Ianto’s clothes and fell back as Ianto’s hands explored his cold dead flesh. He couldn’t feel it when Ianto’s fingers breached him with enough slick to make sure skin didn’t split.

Ianto climbed onto the table and blanketed Owen’s body, shuddering at the cool touch.

Owen hooked his legs over Ianto and pulled him close. “Make me feel it.”

“Oh god,” Ianto breathed as he pushed his cock inside Owen’s cold body. “So cold and tight.” Ianto braced on either side of Owen’s head and started thrusting almost pushing the smaller frame off the table. “Oh god… oh god…” he chanted under his breath.

It didn’t take long for Ianto to fall over the edge his orgasm bubbling up from his tightening balls to flood the friction warmed passage.

“You are one kinky bastard Ianto Jones,” Owen said when Ianto climbed off him and grabbed a cloth, “didn’t know you had it in you.”

“Yeah well, you don’t know a lot of things,” Ianto replied, but he cleaned them both up carefully and placed a kiss on Owen’s still flaccid cock.

“Well anytime you fancy scratching that itch…”

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