Fic: Pouting for Pranks (Sequel to Egging on for a Date)

Feb 03, 2008 22:47

 
Title: Pouting for Pranks

Fandom: TW spoilers for season 2.

Pairing: Jack/Ianto

Characters: Ianto and Owen.

Summary: It got a bloody sequel! This takes place after ‘Egging on for a Date’. Jack and Ianto seemed happy in episode 3 so my take on the next step of Ianto and Owen’s plan.

Pouting for Pranks

“So I take it from the snogging the date went well.” Owen asks Ianto, having followed him into the archives again.

“Very well.” Ianto answers with a distracted, sappy grin. Then he gives Owen his full attention with a bright cheerful smile this time, “Thanks.”

“What for?”

“For making me give him another chance.”

Owen huffs. “First time I’ve ever been disappointed to be proven right.”

Ianto smirks, “Don’t be too disappointed. I promise you can help me get even next time he screws up.”

Owen folds his arms and kicks at the ground, catching the corner of one of Ianto’s precious filing cabinets. Ianto just smiles indulgently. At the moment he’s just in far too good a mood to be anything other than amused by Owen’s very childlike behaviour.

“Stop pouting. It probably won’t even take that long- you know how useless Jack is at being in a relationship.”

“Stop trying to cheer me up just ‘cause you’re so loved up you’re happy for once. Maybe I like being miserable.”

“I know you do. But right now you’re just depressed you don’t get to wind Jack up on my behalf. Really I don’t know why you can’t just bug him for the same reason as usual.”

“’Cos he’s a pompous, bossy arse who needs to be taken down a peg or twelve.”

“’Cause you’re bored.”

Owen shrugs, “Not really that bored.”

Ianto gives him a clearly confused look, “Then why are you so upset?”

Owen shrugs again. “I was looking forward to it. Even came up with some good ideas.”

Ianto can’t help the eager anticipation as he leans forward, “Like what?”

“Not telling.”

“Oh that’s not fair!”

“Neither is letting me think I get to torment Jack and then changing your mind just because he’s a good shag.”

Now they’re both pouting.

For years everyone at the Hub knew Owen and Ianto have particularly vicious imaginations and vindictive streak a mile wide. Luckily for everyone else’s sanity they mostly go after each other. On certain occasions though they have teamed up to get one or more of their team mates.

Got them so good in fact that the mere sight of the two of them together, while not bickering, has been known to spark extreme paranoia. Being good pranksters though they prefer the element of surprise. That’s why they keep their non-confrontational talks to the archives where no one else goes and even Tosh’s surveillance can’t penetrate. Unless Ianto wants it to.

The excitement at what Owen might have up his sleeve now though is too much of a temptation for Ianto.

“Well, you know… it might be a good idea to keep Jack on his toes. So to speak.”

Owen smiles broadly but before he can respond Ianto continues, “But if we’re going to pick on my currently well-behaved boyfriend we’re going after your girlfriend too-”

“No problem. Gwen’s gotten off easy till now. She’s spent too long here without any real-”

Ianto smirks, interrupting Owen. “Nope. Not Gwen. Although we should probably include her so she doesn’t feel left out. I was talking about Tosh-”

“What?” Owen actually sounds thrown by Ianto’s assertion about Toshiko.

“Oh come on, you’ve been following her around like a lost puppy for months now. And your chivalrous side comes out twice as strong around Toshiko.”

“What chivalrous side? I’m a bastard.”

“Yes. But you’re also a gentleman, of sorts. Sexist yes, annoying yes, disgusting definitely. But at the slightest hint of a guy hurting a girl you get all indignant.”

“I do not-” Ianto simply quirks an eyebrow at him. “Fine maybe I do. Not my fault though!”

“Owen, that is one of the few things about you that isn’t a fault.”

“Hey!”

Silence permeates the room for several minutes.

“Still don’t fancy Tosh. Much.”

“Just stick with your denial then.”

Owen just sticks his tongue out at an impassive Ianto.

fic, playfulness, ianto, owen, tw

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