South Bound Saurez: Chapter 7
Title: South Bound Saurez
Chapter: Seven
Fandom: Torchwood
Word Count: 1,262
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Owen, Gwen, Dale, Tosh
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Owen/Ianto
Summary: When Jack leaves, Owen and Ianto find out they have a common interest. m/m/m
Rating: T
Spoilers: Season 1 & 2
Warnings: swearing
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or any of its characters
Chapter 6
Ianto crept through the corridor of the alien meat warehouse, looking for stray workers he needed to round up. Admittedly, it would have been easier with Owen by his side as the two worked marvelously as a team, but Jack had very purposefully split them up. Even though they had not been acting obvious that morning, Jack seemed to sense that something was different between Owen and him. Despite Gwen bringing Rhys into the Hub, which normally would have set Jack off into a protective show, the captain was unusually demure about the entire situation, seeming to watch Ianto's every move. He knew that after the mission was over, he and Owen would have to come clean and hope for the best.
After tasering the first man he came across, Ianto was unexpectedly shoved face first against the wall with the barrel of a pistol dug into his back. From behind, Ianto heard a voice he had hoped he would never have to hear again.
"If it isn't the humble archivist, Ianto; what brings you here? Finally ready for a little bondage?" Dale accentuated his point by lightly nipping Ianto's ear, causing a wave of disgust to spread through his body. "I'm assuming Owen is sneaking around here somewhere as well. Is he still packing heat?"
Ianto was not in the mood for Dale's games and replied seriously, "Look, you are in over your head. Tell your men to stand down before anyone gets hurt. You have no idea what you're messing with."
Dale scoffed in response and tightly bound Ianto's wrists with rope then dragged him out onto the main floor. While Dale traded heated words with Gwen and Rhys, Ianto worked on loosening his restraints. After Dale opened fire, shooting Rhys through the shoulder, Ianto broke free and grabbed at the weapon. During the struggle, he was thrown to the ground and found himself looking straight into Dale's glock, which mercifully was empty when the man fired. A flash of rage overcame Ianto as he chased after Dale and knocked him to the floor. With a menacing snarl, Dale spat out, "I won't forget this!"
In a low voice, Ianto replied, "Yes, you will," then pushed the stun gun against the man's head and fired.
"I knew that prick was trouble the second I met him," Owen lamented as he carefully examined the rope burns on Ianto's wrists.
Ianto smirked, "And yet you still let him suck you off."
"Hey, suspecting trouble and turning down a blow job are two very different things. If I remember correctly, you were the one sucking him off," Owen countered.
Ianto laughed, "I guess I like my men with an aura of danger about them."
As Ianto suggestively rubbed his hand along Owen's leg, Owen reached out and straightened Ianto's tie, adding, "That would explain why you've neglected your normally impeccable appearance."
Ianto glanced at his askew tie and scoffed in mock hurt. Softly, Ianto told Owen, "I think Jack suspects something."
Owen nodded, "You're probably right. Should we tell him?"
Ianto clasped Owen's hands in reassurance, "The sooner the better. It's not fair to lead him on."
After a few minutes, Jack came out of his office with an odd expression on his face and called out to Tosh, "It's been a long day. Why don't you head home and we'll get a fresh start tomorrow?"
Tosh snuck a glance at Ianto and Owen before gathering her things and leaving.
After Gwen left under orders to retcon Rhys, Jack watched from his office as Ianto and Owen sat on the Hub's sofa chatting intimately. Ianto had shed his jacket and was wearing a handsome waistcoat only serving to accentuate his lean, seductive figure. Owen was inspecting Ianto's wrists thoroughly . . . too thoroughly, almost as if he were caressing them. Suddenly, Owen said something that made Ianto laugh and place a hand on Owen's thigh. In response, Owen reached out and straightened Ianto's tie earning him a playful huff of exasperation.
Jack stepped away from his window in preparation to do something he was ashamed of. Using his finely tuned con man skills, Jack had swiped Ianto's mobile in an attempt to gain some insight into what had transpired during his absence. He was normally not a jealous man, but his time spent during the Year That Never Was changed him. Where he used to have a chronic wandering eye, he had an epiphany that he only wanted Ianto. However, he did not want him as the sometime sexual partner from before; he wanted him as a lover, boyfriend, or even possible husband, something that would have terrified him had he still been waiting for the Doctor.
When he had arrived home and Ianto not only immediately accepted him but had confessed his love as well, Jack was confident things were going to work out, but a sneaking doubt had crept into his mind throughout the day that something was different. Ianto seemed . . . happy, particularly when he was around Owen. When he had left, Ianto and Owen were still at each other's throats, but sometime in the past few months they had become nearly inseparable. He had meant to ask Gwen about what was going on, but with the arrival of Rhys and an alien meat based criminal organization, he never had the chance.
With his curiosity finally trumping his conscience, Jack began flipping through Ianto's phone. The first thing he noticed was the number of calls between Ianto and Owen; they were not as frequent as he would have thought for such close friends. The next thing he went to were the texts; they were usually short and consisting of I found one or meet me out front. Apparently, whatever they were doing, they were together and out somewhere. There was one picture message from a man labeled David that read you two make a cute couple. It was accompanied by a photo of Ianto and Owen, naked, wrapped in each other's arms while sleeping.
Jack head swam with the implications of what he was looking at. Without even waiting to cool down, he flew out of his office and sent Tosh home. Just as he was about to confront Ianto and Owen, still gazing at each other tenderly, Gwen stormed back in and shouted, "I'm not going to do it!"
In an irritated voice, Jack replied, "Do what?"
"Retcon Rhys. I'm not doing it," she announced defiantly.
Jack groaned in frustration, "Fine. Whatever."
Gwen continued her tirade not noticing Jack's lack of attention, "He loves me and now he understands me. I won't do this to him!"
Jack finally faced her and snapped, "Do whatever the fuck you want. I don't give a damn."
Gwen stepped back in shock, having expected more of a fight, and stammered, "Alright . . . just wanted to make that clear." She then realized she was intruding on an uncomfortable situation and slinked out of the base to be with her fiancé.
Jack stomped over to stand in front of Ianto and Owen, placing his hands on his hips. In a stern voice, he asked, "What is going on here?"
Chapter 8
Chapter: Seven
Fandom: Torchwood
Word Count: 1,262
Characters: Ianto, Jack, Owen, Gwen, Dale, Tosh
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Owen/Ianto
Summary: When Jack leaves, Owen and Ianto find out they have a common interest. m/m/m
Rating: T
Spoilers: Season 1 & 2
Warnings: swearing
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or any of its characters
Chapter 6
Ianto crept through the corridor of the alien meat warehouse, looking for stray workers he needed to round up. Admittedly, it would have been easier with Owen by his side as the two worked marvelously as a team, but Jack had very purposefully split them up. Even though they had not been acting obvious that morning, Jack seemed to sense that something was different between Owen and him. Despite Gwen bringing Rhys into the Hub, which normally would have set Jack off into a protective show, the captain was unusually demure about the entire situation, seeming to watch Ianto's every move. He knew that after the mission was over, he and Owen would have to come clean and hope for the best.
After tasering the first man he came across, Ianto was unexpectedly shoved face first against the wall with the barrel of a pistol dug into his back. From behind, Ianto heard a voice he had hoped he would never have to hear again.
"If it isn't the humble archivist, Ianto; what brings you here? Finally ready for a little bondage?" Dale accentuated his point by lightly nipping Ianto's ear, causing a wave of disgust to spread through his body. "I'm assuming Owen is sneaking around here somewhere as well. Is he still packing heat?"
Ianto was not in the mood for Dale's games and replied seriously, "Look, you are in over your head. Tell your men to stand down before anyone gets hurt. You have no idea what you're messing with."
Dale scoffed in response and tightly bound Ianto's wrists with rope then dragged him out onto the main floor. While Dale traded heated words with Gwen and Rhys, Ianto worked on loosening his restraints. After Dale opened fire, shooting Rhys through the shoulder, Ianto broke free and grabbed at the weapon. During the struggle, he was thrown to the ground and found himself looking straight into Dale's glock, which mercifully was empty when the man fired. A flash of rage overcame Ianto as he chased after Dale and knocked him to the floor. With a menacing snarl, Dale spat out, "I won't forget this!"
In a low voice, Ianto replied, "Yes, you will," then pushed the stun gun against the man's head and fired.
"I knew that prick was trouble the second I met him," Owen lamented as he carefully examined the rope burns on Ianto's wrists.
Ianto smirked, "And yet you still let him suck you off."
"Hey, suspecting trouble and turning down a blow job are two very different things. If I remember correctly, you were the one sucking him off," Owen countered.
Ianto laughed, "I guess I like my men with an aura of danger about them."
As Ianto suggestively rubbed his hand along Owen's leg, Owen reached out and straightened Ianto's tie, adding, "That would explain why you've neglected your normally impeccable appearance."
Ianto glanced at his askew tie and scoffed in mock hurt. Softly, Ianto told Owen, "I think Jack suspects something."
Owen nodded, "You're probably right. Should we tell him?"
Ianto clasped Owen's hands in reassurance, "The sooner the better. It's not fair to lead him on."
After a few minutes, Jack came out of his office with an odd expression on his face and called out to Tosh, "It's been a long day. Why don't you head home and we'll get a fresh start tomorrow?"
Tosh snuck a glance at Ianto and Owen before gathering her things and leaving.
After Gwen left under orders to retcon Rhys, Jack watched from his office as Ianto and Owen sat on the Hub's sofa chatting intimately. Ianto had shed his jacket and was wearing a handsome waistcoat only serving to accentuate his lean, seductive figure. Owen was inspecting Ianto's wrists thoroughly . . . too thoroughly, almost as if he were caressing them. Suddenly, Owen said something that made Ianto laugh and place a hand on Owen's thigh. In response, Owen reached out and straightened Ianto's tie earning him a playful huff of exasperation.
Jack stepped away from his window in preparation to do something he was ashamed of. Using his finely tuned con man skills, Jack had swiped Ianto's mobile in an attempt to gain some insight into what had transpired during his absence. He was normally not a jealous man, but his time spent during the Year That Never Was changed him. Where he used to have a chronic wandering eye, he had an epiphany that he only wanted Ianto. However, he did not want him as the sometime sexual partner from before; he wanted him as a lover, boyfriend, or even possible husband, something that would have terrified him had he still been waiting for the Doctor.
When he had arrived home and Ianto not only immediately accepted him but had confessed his love as well, Jack was confident things were going to work out, but a sneaking doubt had crept into his mind throughout the day that something was different. Ianto seemed . . . happy, particularly when he was around Owen. When he had left, Ianto and Owen were still at each other's throats, but sometime in the past few months they had become nearly inseparable. He had meant to ask Gwen about what was going on, but with the arrival of Rhys and an alien meat based criminal organization, he never had the chance.
With his curiosity finally trumping his conscience, Jack began flipping through Ianto's phone. The first thing he noticed was the number of calls between Ianto and Owen; they were not as frequent as he would have thought for such close friends. The next thing he went to were the texts; they were usually short and consisting of I found one or meet me out front. Apparently, whatever they were doing, they were together and out somewhere. There was one picture message from a man labeled David that read you two make a cute couple. It was accompanied by a photo of Ianto and Owen, naked, wrapped in each other's arms while sleeping.
Jack head swam with the implications of what he was looking at. Without even waiting to cool down, he flew out of his office and sent Tosh home. Just as he was about to confront Ianto and Owen, still gazing at each other tenderly, Gwen stormed back in and shouted, "I'm not going to do it!"
In an irritated voice, Jack replied, "Do what?"
"Retcon Rhys. I'm not doing it," she announced defiantly.
Jack groaned in frustration, "Fine. Whatever."
Gwen continued her tirade not noticing Jack's lack of attention, "He loves me and now he understands me. I won't do this to him!"
Jack finally faced her and snapped, "Do whatever the fuck you want. I don't give a damn."
Gwen stepped back in shock, having expected more of a fight, and stammered, "Alright . . . just wanted to make that clear." She then realized she was intruding on an uncomfortable situation and slinked out of the base to be with her fiancé.
Jack stomped over to stand in front of Ianto and Owen, placing his hands on his hips. In a stern voice, he asked, "What is going on here?"
Chapter 8