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*facepalm*
There was a Kink Meme.
There was a prompt.
I'd like to pretend I had any sort of control over this story, but the fact is, I lost it about five words in.
I am endlessly amused that this is my first fic in this fandom. Hi, first impressions, I am a kinky, kinky woman.
Title: Comfort Zone
Author: sarka
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: NC-17 all the way.
Pairings: Ianto/Owen.
Length: 1335 words - about a 1000 words longer than it was meant to be.
Warning: Um, kinky. D/s tendencies.
Disclaimer: Torchwood belongs to the BBC. No copyright infringement intended.
Prompt: From![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vampyran: Dom!Ianto/Owen - Owen taken out of his comfort zone (and usually being the dom), make Owen strip for Ianto, and then HARD sex.
"I said, take them off."
"I don't answer to you, teaboy," Owen replied - which would have been a much more belligerent retort had he not had to force it past chattering teeth.
"Oh, do you think any of us haven't noticed? Doctor Owen Harper, answers to no man alive, will not take advice given in good faith and never does what he's told, no matter how sensible a course of action it might be. Take. Your. Clothes. Off." He was fuming, and tired, and all he wanted was for Owen to fucking take care of himself, so that Ianto could go home.
"Fuck you. What the fuck is it to you?"
"First, you're trailing mud all over the floor. Which, might I remind you, you won't have to clean. Second, if you die of hypothermia the girls will be upset, and I'll probably have to manage the funeral. You're wet, you're dirty and you're cold and I'm telling you, get the fuck out of your clothes before..."
"What the fuck are you going to do about it, teaboy? Make me?" Owen cut him off, sneering, turning around in the morgue to tinker with something Ianto couldn't see, obviously repressing a shiver and thus effectively managing to snap Ianto's self-control.
"Damn right I will," he muttered, snagging Owen by the elbow when the other man tried to brush past him and holding on, hard enough to bruise.
He struggled all the way to the communal showers, hard enough that Ianto could feel tendons strain under his fingers, muscles and bones shifting in Ianto's grip. He didn't let go of Owen until he shoved him through the door of the bathroom and sent him stumbling with a hard push to the shoulder.
He slammed the door behind the two of them, hoping the girls would have good enough sense to stay away from the bathroom for a while. When he turned around to face Owen, the other man was straightening himself up, cradling his elbow, a thunderous look on his face.
Ianto cut him off before he could say anything. "Off. Now."
Owen looked murderous... but he also looked confused.
"Do you want me to make you do it?" Ianto said through clenched teeth.
There was a long silence in which the atmosphere shifted, swirled around them, rage bleeding into something else entirely...
"Yes," Owen replied, hoarse from pushing the words past the hesitation, the endless pause while Ianto had held his breath, waiting for Owen.
Ianto had him against the wall in two strides, hearing the dull thud when Owen's head hit the tiles behind him as he backed up, surprised by Ianto's speed and putting his hands up in surprise. All Ianto had to do was to pin them, wrists together and to the wall, his other hand making short work of buttons and zippers, pushing Owen's trousers down, forcing a knee between the other man's legs, pinning him there, as he let go of his arms to pull the T-shirt over his head.
There was a ripping sound as a seam somewhere gave way, but neither of them cared much, Owen too busy pushing his freed hands up the back of Ianto's shirt, Ianto focusing on Owens neck, sinking his teeth in, making Owen give a pained yelp of surprise that evolved into a breathless groan as Ianto worried at the spot.
He stepped back when he was certain there was more pleasure than pain in Owen's moans, leaving Owen back to the wall, shirt still hanging somehow off one wrist, trousers halfway down his hips, breathless and staring at Ianto.
"Off," he repeated. "I want to see you naked," and was surprised that he wasn't lying, wasn't even exaggerating.
Owen was whipcord thin, vertebrae cast into relief as he wordlessly bent down to get rid of his shoes. He was barely done pulling off his socks when Ianto shoved him into the wall again, determined not to let him get his bearings.
The wall was great leverage for Ianto, smooth tile providing Owen with no traction to resist being turned around roughly and pushed, face-first into the wall. Fuck bruises. Owen was going to have one hell of a shiner anyway, after their latest skirmish, and nobody would be able to tell which bruises were work related and which ones were inflicted by Ianto.
He pushed his hand down, silently thanking Jack, even as he cursed him, for old habits that died hard and the foil packet of lube that had been in his pocket.
"See," he growled into Owen's ear, just as he pushed in two fingers. "I made you."
Owen shivered and positioned himself against the wall, splaying his hands against the tile, acquiescence in every line of his body.
Ianto held him to the wall by the elbow while he pulled down his zipper and pushed down his pants, knowing that he was only adding to the bruises he'd left earlier. He didn't bother with any more preparation either, just lined himself up and pushed inside, waiting for a protest or a sign of pain.
He would stop, he told himself. He would. If Owen were to make so much as a pained whimper...
What he got instead was a low, keening moan, and then the sound of Owen letting his head thump into the wall, his breathing harsh and echoing.
"Fuck," he said.
"Yes," Ianto replied, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in, hard, rocking Owen into the wall, fingers of one hand creating fresh bruises on Owen's hip, the fingers of his other hand still digging into the tendons of Owen's elbow.
And the sound that Owen let out at that only made him want to do it again. Hard and fast and brutal, and Owen could take it, was taking it, which made Ianto want to fuck him through the wall all the more in retaliation for every jibe Owen had made about bottoms and getting fucked, back when Jack was still around.
"Ianto," Owen said brokenly, letting his head fall back against Ianto's shoulder, his whole body swaying towards the wall at every thrust of Ianto's hips. "Ianto, please?"
"I don't know," Ianto panted, punctuating his words with another thrust. "Now that I've got you like this it seems a shame not to see how far I can take you."
He adjusted the angle of his thrusts, pushing upwards, feeling Owen tremble under his hands, looking at Owen's head, resting on his shoulder, eyes wide and pupils blown.
"Do I need to touch you?" he murmured, knowing he was hitting the spot with every thrust now, knowing that Owen would hate him for this later – and then probably come asking for more.
"Come on," he whispered, letting go of Owen's abused elbow to wrap his arm around the other man's chest, finding and pinching a nipple, the fingers of his other hand digging into Owen's hip, and Owen simply shook apart under his touch, turning his head to bury his face in Ianto's neck, sobbing into his skin.
"I can't, Ianto, I just can't, I can't…"
Until Ianto said, "Now," in his most commanding voice and Owen came, howling and moaning and thrashing against Ianto, before going boneless and pliant in his arms.
Which was exactly how Ianto wanted him.
"Bend over," he whispered, when he felt he'd given the other man long enough to catch his breath.
"What?"
"We're not done."
Ianto could feel Owen's shiver at his words all the way down to his toes.
"Fuck," he breathed, but he bent over, hands against the wall, forehead resting once again against the cold tile. "You're still… oh," he said when Ianto pushed into him again.
He fucked him slowly, this time. Rocked into him, slow and steady, even gently, until Owen was moaning again, things like, "No way," and "Too soon," and "Ianto," and this time, Ianto did touch, and this time, when Owen came, Ianto was right behind him.
There was a prompt.
I'd like to pretend I had any sort of control over this story, but the fact is, I lost it about five words in.
I am endlessly amused that this is my first fic in this fandom. Hi, first impressions, I am a kinky, kinky woman.
Title: Comfort Zone
Author: sarka
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: NC-17 all the way.
Pairings: Ianto/Owen.
Length: 1335 words - about a 1000 words longer than it was meant to be.
Warning: Um, kinky. D/s tendencies.
Disclaimer: Torchwood belongs to the BBC. No copyright infringement intended.
Prompt: From
vampyran: Dom!Ianto/Owen - Owen taken out of his comfort zone (and usually being the dom), make Owen strip for Ianto, and then HARD sex."I said, take them off."
"I don't answer to you, teaboy," Owen replied - which would have been a much more belligerent retort had he not had to force it past chattering teeth.
"Oh, do you think any of us haven't noticed? Doctor Owen Harper, answers to no man alive, will not take advice given in good faith and never does what he's told, no matter how sensible a course of action it might be. Take. Your. Clothes. Off." He was fuming, and tired, and all he wanted was for Owen to fucking take care of himself, so that Ianto could go home.
"Fuck you. What the fuck is it to you?"
"First, you're trailing mud all over the floor. Which, might I remind you, you won't have to clean. Second, if you die of hypothermia the girls will be upset, and I'll probably have to manage the funeral. You're wet, you're dirty and you're cold and I'm telling you, get the fuck out of your clothes before..."
"What the fuck are you going to do about it, teaboy? Make me?" Owen cut him off, sneering, turning around in the morgue to tinker with something Ianto couldn't see, obviously repressing a shiver and thus effectively managing to snap Ianto's self-control.
"Damn right I will," he muttered, snagging Owen by the elbow when the other man tried to brush past him and holding on, hard enough to bruise.
He struggled all the way to the communal showers, hard enough that Ianto could feel tendons strain under his fingers, muscles and bones shifting in Ianto's grip. He didn't let go of Owen until he shoved him through the door of the bathroom and sent him stumbling with a hard push to the shoulder.
He slammed the door behind the two of them, hoping the girls would have good enough sense to stay away from the bathroom for a while. When he turned around to face Owen, the other man was straightening himself up, cradling his elbow, a thunderous look on his face.
Ianto cut him off before he could say anything. "Off. Now."
Owen looked murderous... but he also looked confused.
"Do you want me to make you do it?" Ianto said through clenched teeth.
There was a long silence in which the atmosphere shifted, swirled around them, rage bleeding into something else entirely...
"Yes," Owen replied, hoarse from pushing the words past the hesitation, the endless pause while Ianto had held his breath, waiting for Owen.
Ianto had him against the wall in two strides, hearing the dull thud when Owen's head hit the tiles behind him as he backed up, surprised by Ianto's speed and putting his hands up in surprise. All Ianto had to do was to pin them, wrists together and to the wall, his other hand making short work of buttons and zippers, pushing Owen's trousers down, forcing a knee between the other man's legs, pinning him there, as he let go of his arms to pull the T-shirt over his head.
There was a ripping sound as a seam somewhere gave way, but neither of them cared much, Owen too busy pushing his freed hands up the back of Ianto's shirt, Ianto focusing on Owens neck, sinking his teeth in, making Owen give a pained yelp of surprise that evolved into a breathless groan as Ianto worried at the spot.
He stepped back when he was certain there was more pleasure than pain in Owen's moans, leaving Owen back to the wall, shirt still hanging somehow off one wrist, trousers halfway down his hips, breathless and staring at Ianto.
"Off," he repeated. "I want to see you naked," and was surprised that he wasn't lying, wasn't even exaggerating.
Owen was whipcord thin, vertebrae cast into relief as he wordlessly bent down to get rid of his shoes. He was barely done pulling off his socks when Ianto shoved him into the wall again, determined not to let him get his bearings.
The wall was great leverage for Ianto, smooth tile providing Owen with no traction to resist being turned around roughly and pushed, face-first into the wall. Fuck bruises. Owen was going to have one hell of a shiner anyway, after their latest skirmish, and nobody would be able to tell which bruises were work related and which ones were inflicted by Ianto.
He pushed his hand down, silently thanking Jack, even as he cursed him, for old habits that died hard and the foil packet of lube that had been in his pocket.
"See," he growled into Owen's ear, just as he pushed in two fingers. "I made you."
Owen shivered and positioned himself against the wall, splaying his hands against the tile, acquiescence in every line of his body.
Ianto held him to the wall by the elbow while he pulled down his zipper and pushed down his pants, knowing that he was only adding to the bruises he'd left earlier. He didn't bother with any more preparation either, just lined himself up and pushed inside, waiting for a protest or a sign of pain.
He would stop, he told himself. He would. If Owen were to make so much as a pained whimper...
What he got instead was a low, keening moan, and then the sound of Owen letting his head thump into the wall, his breathing harsh and echoing.
"Fuck," he said.
"Yes," Ianto replied, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in, hard, rocking Owen into the wall, fingers of one hand creating fresh bruises on Owen's hip, the fingers of his other hand still digging into the tendons of Owen's elbow.
And the sound that Owen let out at that only made him want to do it again. Hard and fast and brutal, and Owen could take it, was taking it, which made Ianto want to fuck him through the wall all the more in retaliation for every jibe Owen had made about bottoms and getting fucked, back when Jack was still around.
"Ianto," Owen said brokenly, letting his head fall back against Ianto's shoulder, his whole body swaying towards the wall at every thrust of Ianto's hips. "Ianto, please?"
"I don't know," Ianto panted, punctuating his words with another thrust. "Now that I've got you like this it seems a shame not to see how far I can take you."
He adjusted the angle of his thrusts, pushing upwards, feeling Owen tremble under his hands, looking at Owen's head, resting on his shoulder, eyes wide and pupils blown.
"Do I need to touch you?" he murmured, knowing he was hitting the spot with every thrust now, knowing that Owen would hate him for this later – and then probably come asking for more.
"Come on," he whispered, letting go of Owen's abused elbow to wrap his arm around the other man's chest, finding and pinching a nipple, the fingers of his other hand digging into Owen's hip, and Owen simply shook apart under his touch, turning his head to bury his face in Ianto's neck, sobbing into his skin.
"I can't, Ianto, I just can't, I can't…"
Until Ianto said, "Now," in his most commanding voice and Owen came, howling and moaning and thrashing against Ianto, before going boneless and pliant in his arms.
Which was exactly how Ianto wanted him.
"Bend over," he whispered, when he felt he'd given the other man long enough to catch his breath.
"What?"
"We're not done."
Ianto could feel Owen's shiver at his words all the way down to his toes.
"Fuck," he breathed, but he bent over, hands against the wall, forehead resting once again against the cold tile. "You're still… oh," he said when Ianto pushed into him again.
He fucked him slowly, this time. Rocked into him, slow and steady, even gently, until Owen was moaning again, things like, "No way," and "Too soon," and "Ianto," and this time, Ianto did touch, and this time, when Owen came, Ianto was right behind him.
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I love it when Owen bottoms :D
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Thanks for letting me know you enjoyed it :D
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This was hotter than hot! :D
THANK YOU!!!!!! :D
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You're welcome! *bows*
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Thanks for letting me know you enjoyed it!
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;)
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Don't know about writing more - I've got a few previous commitments on the writing front - but we'll see :)
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Oh, and the Owen in here was quite in character.
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Thanks for writing and sharing!
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This is very, very special.
O_O
oh yeah