TW: Underhanded Tactics, chapter VII [M]
Fandom:
Torchwood
Title:
Underhanded Tactics
Chapter 7:
While the Cat Is Away...
In which Jack and Ianto mess with Owen some more.
Author:
lt_indigo
Pairing(s):
Warning(s):
small amount of BDSM (nothing explicit), spanking implied
Disclamer:
I am twenty-nine years old and had to move back in with my parents. What do you think?
Word count:
1,184
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on to the epilogue
Author's note:
Because I feel bad about not having done anything on this for a while, I thought I'd post this. This is the last chapter I have ready, I'm afraid.
It was only once she was gone that Owen realised just how much Tosh did for him: she was always the one who brought him his coffee down 55, she brought him sandwiches when he skipped a meal or three, she would scrub in as an extra pair of hands just because he looked like he needed them, and the right instrument would be right there when he needed it. She was like having his own personal Ianto, but without the added snark. She lit up the room and made it feel like more than just a clinical space.
And those two ungrateful bastards didn’t deserve her. It seemed like the second she was out the door, they were all over each other. Owen had only nipped down to the Archives to get some old Weevil reports, only to round a corner and find Jack sucking Ianto off.
Owen had blown a fuse and given them a dressing-down detailing specifically what ‘privacy’ and ‘closed doors’ meant in the twenty-first century. Jack was completely unashamed, but at least Ianto had the decency to look mortified 56.
“Look, personally I don’t give a shit what you two get up to in your spare time,” he concluded, “but Tosh doesn’t deserve this.”
Jack grinned and Owen was suddenly absolutely certain he didn’t want to hear what was about to be said.
“If I know Tosh, she’s probably watching.” Jack pointed up at the CCTV camera, completely unrepentantly.
Owen occasionally hated it when he was right 57. He turned away sharply and cursed them both loudly as he walked away.
.oOo.
“Tosh, you should have heard Owen,” Jack said gleefully, just after Ianto had related the story to Tosh over a video call. He was leaning over the back of the sofa, cheerfully annoying Ianto.
“He was quite angry on your behalf,” Ianto acknowledged. “You don’t deserve us… I’m sure Owen considers it to be cheating on you.”
Tosh looked hopeful. “Do you really think he was worried about me in that way, or just as a friend?”
“Toshiko, trust me, he’s got it bad,” Jack said. “He wouldn’t have been that upset with us if he didn’t.”
She smiled at them both, a faint, girlish blush highlighting her cheeks as she thought about Owen.
“How’s Archie?” Jack asked, finally coming to sit beside Ianto.
“He says to tell you he’s still not interested,” Tosh said, sounding somewhat relieved to be discussing something a little more concrete than her fictitious love-life 58.
Both men laughed. “Tell him I miss him too.”
“I’ve got everything ready to go in Glasgow tomorrow,” Tosh continued, “and on Thursday we’ll head up to the house and link that up too.”
Ianto whimpered. “Don’t destroy that beautiful wood panelling,” he all but begged.
.oOo.
Jack growled at the phone as he slammed the receiver into its cradle. At the door, Ianto sighed and wondered how long it would be before he had to requisition yet another phone for Jack’s desk.
“They insisted on talking to you,” he said by means of apology, entering and bringing a cup of coffee with him. He stood behind Jack and started to rub his shoulders. Jack started to relax into it before he straightened up and pushed Ianto’s hands away. He turned to Ianto with a hard expression.
“I don’t think you deserve to touch me,” he said. “You’ve been avoiding me all day, hiding down in the Archives while I have to speak to both UNIT and the Home Office.”
Ianto tried to look contrite, and was absolutely certain that he failed miserably 59. “I’m sorry, sir.” At least he managed to keep his voice respectful. “Is there any way I can make it up to you?”
“Oh, I’m sure I can think of a suitable punishment for you.” Jack stood, and Ianto marvelled at how, at the same height, Jack was able to loom over him. He moved to the door and closed it firmly. Ianto fought to keep himself from trembling in anticipation.
“Drop your trousers.”
Ianto complied quickly, his hands fumbling slightly with the belt in his haste. His underwear did nothing to disguise the fact that he was eagerly anticipating their game.
Jack tutted and shook his head. “This just won’t do, Mr Jones,” he scolded. “Perhaps you need some extra punishment?”
Ianto swallowed and put on his best accent. “Whatever you think is best, sir.”
His effort clearly did not go unnoticed: Jack’s eyes dilated, and Ianto was half-surprised that Jack didn’t dispense with the game entirely and throw him to the ground there and then 60.
“Bend over the desk.”
Ianto had to shuffle his feet in an entirely undignified manner to comply, but he did as he was told, deciding to give the movement a little more ‘sway’ than was entirely necessary.
“Impertinence, Jones, will result in further punishment.”
“Yes, sir.”
The drawer to Ianto’s left was opened, and out of the corner of his eye, he could see what Jack removed. Who the hell had a wooden ruler these days?
.oOo.
Owen watched suspiciously as Ianto came somewhat gingerly down the stairs, bringing his caffeine fix.
“Is there anything else I can get you?” Ianto asked, clocking the additional attention.
Owen frowned. “No, nothing. Er, can we get some more of that sushi tonight?”
Ianto smiled. “Of course. Email me a list of anything you particularly fancy.”
As Ianto ascended the stairs again, Owen suddenly, sickeningly, realised what was wrong with Ianto. Fuck, Gwen had been right as well about who stuck what where 61. The Teaboy wasn’t going to be sitting with them tonight, he suspected. If Jack was going to be that rough, rather Ianto than Tosh, Owen reasoned as he grabbed his coffee. That said:
‘Please come back - they behave better when you’re here.’
‘Owen, what are you talking about?’
‘At least Ianto can still walk when you’re around.’
‘…I’ll be back on Friday.’
‘I’m not sure there’s enough brain bleach to last until then.’
55 Admittedly, Ianto was filling in admirably, but Owen didn’t find him quite so enjoyable to look at.
56 Although, come to think of it, he always did when they were caught with their trousers down. Didn’t stop the bastard, though.
57 The bigger problem there was that he knew Jack was right too - Tosh had turned out to have a kinky, voyeuristic side that none of them had expected. It was always the bloody quiet ones.
58 And the potentially not-fictitious love-life they were trying to secure because of it.
59 If this was going the way he suspected, he was looking forward to it too much to actually be contrite. ‘Lustful’ and ‘excited’ were adjectives that sprang somewhat more readily to mind.
60 But sometimes Jack could be patient, if he knew the end result would be worth it.
61 Bollocks, he was never going to live that down.
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