Title: Taking Care of Ianto
By: lilithangel
Pairings: Ianto/Owen
Rating: NC-17
Kink: hurt/comfort
Warnings: Contains spoilers for Torchwood Season One, Countrycide.
Summary: “I’m your doctor, why shouldn’t I take care of you?”

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Jack went with Gwen and Tosh to the hospital after insisting they both get checked over properly. Ianto had insisted that he was fine and only needed a good night’s sleep. Owen had exchanged some quiet but intense words with Jack and received a curt nod in return.

Owen watched Ianto as Jack guided Gwen into the ambulance with a protective hand at the small of her back. Owen was pretty certain Ianto was playing down his injuries based on the unguarded look in his eyes as the ambulance pulled away. There was no way Ianto would have revealed that much normally. Ianto had it bad. Owen had no idea whether Jack knew or cared, but he recognised the signs. The Harkness pheromones had struck again.

“You’re only setting yourself up for a fall,” Owen said.

Ianto’s face shuttered and he looked calmly at Owen. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“We’ve all been there,” Owen continued, ignoring his words. “Jack Bloody Harkness is damn near irresistible, but for your own sanity try.” He knew he was going to regret speaking but sometimes Jack really pissed him off.

The police vehicles pulled out to follow the ambulance and they were left in the empty village. Ianto ignored Owen and finished picking up the things taken from the SUV as Owen packed up his med kit, but when Ianto staggered Owen was there to steady him.

“That’s enough,” Owen said, “you’ve quite likely got concussion and god knows what else those bastards did to you. Go sit in the car and I’ll get the rest.”

It was testimony to how bad Ianto felt that he did as Owen told him. He dozed off and woke when Owen slammed the driver’s door.

“You can’t sleep,” Owen said, “not until I’ve ruled out concussion.”

Ianto kept himself awake to avoid Owen hassling him but he quickly lost track of where he was until Owen helped him out of the SUV and he found they were at Owen’s apartment not the Hub.

“What’s going on?” Ianto said in confusion.

“If I have to watch over you for twenty four hours,” Owen replied, “I’m doing it in comfort. I have no idea where you live and I’m not doing this in the bloody Hub.”

“Why are you doing this?” Ianto let Owen lead him up to the apartment. His head hurt, his clothes were ruined and he didn’t think he’d ever get the smell out of his skin.

“It’s my job,” Owen replied, “now sit down over there and let me give you a proper check over.” He gestured to the kitchen table.

Ianto sat down obediently, still not sure why he was doing what Owen said. “Your job would normally be to give me some industrial strength painkillers and make some sort of crack about not doing anything strenuous.”

“I saw what those bastards were doing,” Owen replied, bringing out his full sized medical kit, “I can only begin to guess what they did to you before we got there. That’s a bit more than any of my painkillers can take care of.”

“I would have thought you’d have been happy to let me suffer.” Ianto winced as Owen cleaned his wounds properly with his usual gruff care.

“A month ago maybe,” Owen admitted, “but you took a lot of these to let Tosh have a chance to escape.” He moved up to check Ianto’s head wound.

“Did Jack tell you to do this?” Ianto tried to make sense of Owen’s sudden concern.

“I told Jack I was doing this,” Owen said. He shone a light into Ianto’s eyes, watching the pupil dilation carefully. “You must have a harder head than even Jack,” he added with approval.

His hands moved down to the angry red line across Ianto’s throat and only the slightest tremor in his fingers betrayed his full concern. Ianto flinched at Owen’s touch, the memories too fresh of Evan’s hands on him with the bloodied cleaver at his throat. Owen moved his hands but kept them on Ianto’s shoulders, waiting for the panic to subside.

“Everything else will heal on its own,” Owen said, “I can’t give you anything too strong for the pain until I’m sure it’s safe. It would have been easier if you’d gone to hospital,” he grumbled.

“I just couldn’t bear anymore strangers touching me,” Ianto admitted.

“Fair enough,” Owen nodded, “You want a shower?”

“God yes,” Ianto said in relief.

“I’ll try and find something to fit you,” Owen said. He showed Ianto to the bathroom and left.

Ianto started the shower and shed his clothes, grateful to be rid of them. He got himself clean before he let everything that had happened overwhelm him. Shaking he sank to the floor of the shower and tried to fight the helplessness he’d felt when trapped by Evan. He’d always known that humans were capable of monstrous acts, what had happened to Lisa had been the responsibility of humans in the first place. But to be tenderised and prepared for the table just because another human being liked the taste was almost beyond comprehension.

Owen entered the bathroom to find Ianto crouched on the floor of the shower, staring blankly at the wall as the cooling water poured over him.

“Shit,” Owen swore. He reached over and switched off the shower. “Ianto, mate you need to stand up,” he said crouching down to try and catch Ianto’s gaze.

Ianto blinked and looked at Owen. The words seemed to make sense as he braced against the wall and tried to stand. Owen got under one shoulder to help and together they staggered out of the shower. Owen grabbed a towel and threw it around Ianto’s shoulders, briskly rubbing him dry while keeping him standing.

Ianto came back to himself enough to try and help and feel embarrassed by his weakness.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, “you shouldn’t have to do this.”

“I’m your doctor, why shouldn’t I take care of you?” Owen said irritably enough to make Ianto smile.

“This is more the work of a nurse isn’t it?” he teased. “Are you volunteering?”

“If you think there is any universe where I would wear a nurse’s uniform…” Owen growled, but he was smiling.

“I don’t know, it might suit you.”

Owen huffed and helped Ianto to the bedroom. “There’s an old pair of sweatpants,” Owen said, “they’ll be too short but at least you’ll have your dignity.”

“I think I gave that away months ago,” Ianto said wryly. He pulled the pants on anyway and watched as Owen changed into similar sweatpants and a worn tee shirt. He was so very tired but still needed to understand why Owen was helping him.

It couldn’t just be because Owen was a doctor. Being a doctor hadn’t stopped him from shooting Lisa or threatening to kill the old man Ed Morgan. Although Owen had apparently tried to resuscitate Morgan so maybe it was his rage that overran his instincts as a doctor. It still didn’t explain Owen lending him clothes or drying him off though. He sat down heavily on the bed.

“Shut up,” Owen said suddenly. “You’re thinking too loud,” he added at Ianto’s confusion, “I’m helping because I want to okay? Because you did good today and you need someone to watch out for you.”

Ianto nodded but Owen could still see he was confused. “Would it help if I said I fancied you?” Ianto looked at him in shock and he laughed. “Don’t panic I’m not going to jump you, not in the state you’re in. Anyway, I think Jack has first dibs.”

“And you’ve got dibs on Gwen,” Ianto said, trying to get his head around what Owen had said. “You really fancy me?”

“If something happened with Gwen it would be a mutually satisfying very brief fling while I showed her what really mind blowing sex was all about. Before she goes back to her boring as shit boyfriend with a few new tricks,” Owen replied. “Why wouldn’t I fancy you? When you’re not being an emo bastard anyway.”

“Thank you, Owen, you really know how to turn on the charm,” Ianto said dryly.

“My charm is that you will always know where you stand with me,” Owen replied, “no bullshit, no pretence.”

“Will you fuck me then?” Ianto took a chance.

“You what?”

“You said you fancied me.”

“Yeah but I didn’t think you’d take me up on it.”

“You just said no bullshit, no pretence.”

“But you fancy Jack.”

“Jack’s not here.” Ianto sighed, “You heard me at the camp earlier. The last person I snogged was a half converted cyberwoman that used to be my girlfriend. Since then the only physical contact I’ve had looks like this.” He indicated the rainbow of bruising decorating his torso, “and you fixing my injuries.”

Owen looked at Ianto and then sat down on the bed beside him. “This is really fucked up you know. We both want to be in someone else’s bed, but what the hell…”

Before Ianto could protest Owen’s suggestion about Jack Owen had kissed him. Warm lips with a warm human body attached, and Ianto knew he couldn’t resist. Owen pressed him backwards and he moved awkwardly up the bed. He winced as he pulled at his wounds and Owen stopped kissing him.

“Don’t tear anything,” he said, “doctor’s orders; you’ll just have to lie still.” He grinned wickedly.

Ianto nodded dumbly as Owen proceeded to pull his sweatpants off, only lifting his hips enough to let them slide off.

Owen kissed the side of his neck gently, following the mark left by the cleaver making Ianto forget about the bite of metal and remember only softness.

This was an Owen Ianto had never experienced before, an Owen who murmured nonsense onto his skin. Whose hands, normally brisk and businesslike, brushed over his skin, ghosting over bruises, followed by those warm soft lips.

He didn’t want to just lay there, he wanted to touch and kiss the same way Owen was. He wanted to believe Owen saw him, wanted him, and maybe even needed him. He wanted to drag noises out of Owen’s mouth and drive the other man mad.

Owen’s lips were on his cock, warm breath tickled across his balls and then a tongue teased across his hole and he couldn’t hold still.

Owen watched as Ianto slowly started to unravel. This time it was a beautiful thing, Ianto actually looked his age, young and vulnerable, stripped of his masks and making the most delicious noises. He hadn’t intended to fuck Ianto when he let Jack know he was bringing the man home for observation, but he couldn’t turn down so much need.

He found the well used lube by feel and snagged a condom at the same time. Ianto tasted good and at another time he would have enjoyed bringing Ianto to orgasm with mouth and hands, but he really needed to fuck the other man.

He had started to relax Ianto with his tongue so he pressed lube in as far as he could reach with two fingers, twisting to find just that right spot.

Owen removed his fingers and pushed the head of his cock inside Ianto’s relaxed passage, moving as slowly as he could bear until he was pressed up against Ianto’s bent legs.

“Just fuck me,” Ianto managed to say when Owen didn’t move, “for god’s sake move.”

Owen laughed and did as he was told, slowly pulling back and thrusting in until Ianto started to push up to meet him and then he picked up the pace still mindful of Ianto’s injuries.

Owen was surprisingly gentle but still managed to drive Ianto wild. He kept his eyes closed until he felt Owen’s hand wrap around his erection.

“Would have liked to taste you some more,” Owen said as he ran his thumb over Ianto’s cock, “would have liked to swallow you down and hear you scream my name, but I’ll settle for feeling you orgasm when I cum in you.”

Ianto groaned. Owen couldn’t have known how much dirty talk turned him on, but the doctor was hitting all the right buttons.

Owen could feel Ianto’s shaft pulsing under his fingertips and knew Ianto wasn’t far off. Releasing his own control Owen let his orgasm build up and thrust in deep. Ianto’s release coated his hand and he climaxed as Ianto clamped down around him.

“Fuck,” Owen breathed. He released Ianto’s legs but stayed inside Ianto until he felt himself soften.

Ianto lay in a daze as Owen cleaned them both up. For a little while he had been able to forget about how much his body hurt, now everything was beginning to ache again.

Owen checked Ianto’s pupils and then popped out some painkillers. “You should be alright for these, and I’ll be here to keep an eye on you.”

Ianto swallowed the pills and moved over to give Owen space on the bed. Owen looked surprised for a moment and then crawled in beside him.

“All the things we see, the wonders and the horrors,” Ianto said, “It’s not what I expected when I signed on. I’d always expected to have someone to share stuff like that with.”

“You do now,” Owen said, kissing him gently on the lips. “Now get some sleep.”

END

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