Fic: Break For Me
Title: Break For Me
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Ianto/Owen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: A little bit of pain and a bit of questionable consent.
Disclaimer: God I wish! But no.
Summary: Owen wanted to see Ianto break.
A.N. Wow, so my muse is going in an interestingly twisty direction...
Ianto was far too calm and perfect and blank and it pissed the hell out of Owen. His suits with the perfect straight lines and perfectly crisp shirts. The way his face, blankly serene except for those few moments when everything would fall apart and there would just be fucking anguish, god Owen hated how he could hide.
Owen wanted nothing more then to make Ianto break.
So when he smirked and slammed Ianto up against the wall there was no softness, no caring, just raw lust and anger, his hand in Ianto’s hair, tugging at the thin strands, feeling them cut into his fingers as he roughly pulled Ianto’s head back to expose his neck.
Ianto gasped, pink lips bruised with hard kisses and hair tangled around Owen’s fingers and face still totally fucking blank. Owen growled and his teeth scraped along Ianto’s neck as he struggled against him.
Owen moved his mouth up to Ianto’s ear, breathing hot air onto the lobe.
“I’m going to break you.” His hand moved up to stroke Ianto’s face. “I’m going to break that pretty mask of yours or I’m going to make you scream trying. And” He gestured around the Hub. “I’m going to do it to you here where anyone could see.”
There was a flash of fear in Ianto’s eyes but he stopped struggling in a way that sent a flare of heat to Owen’s groin.
Owen pushed against Ianto with a groan, long fingers sliding under the suit jacket, moving along his ribs, the fingernails tracing over his skin almost like a promise.
He pushed the suit off Ianto’s shoulders and with a twisted smile, fisted his hands in Ianto’s shirt and pulled, the smile turning satisfied as the buttons popped, bouncing off his chest.
God it felt like pulling off a piece of armour but Ianto just stood there, braced against the wall, face still so perfectly blank and then Owen was biting down on his shoulder without really realising it. He could feel the skin dinting and then tearing under his teeth and smiled into it as Ianto bucked and let out this breathy exhalation that just said Oh God and Fuck and everything Ianto was stopping himself from saying.
He used a hand in Ianto’s hair to pull his head sideways so he could bite further up his neck deliberately, obviously, cruelly, leaving marks obvious and so easily recognisable.
Owen licked Ianto’s neck one last time before pulling back and running his hands down Ianto’s flanks, tracing the ribs and trailing his fingernails, leaving bright red lines in perfect symmetry down Ianto’s chest.
He watched Ianto’s face as Ianto’s lust dark eyes looked back at him. He smiled a little cruelly.
“You’re such a good slut aren’t you? You like being pinned here while I break you don’t you?”
Then suddenly, in a moment that was almost too quick to see Ianto’s face changed and as the muscles shifted under Ianto’s bare skin he twisted them until it was Owen pinned and then Ianto smirked in a way Owen barely recognised and his hand was down Owen’s pants.
Ianto’s finger was tracing his puckered hole and Owen couldn’t do anything but gasp and stare at Ianto.
Ianto chuckled darkly and hissed in his ear.
“You wanted to see me break Owen? You wanted to see what happens when I loose my grip on my control?” Owen’s shirt was pulled off before he realised it was moving. Ianto almost growled the last part in his ear. “You asked for it.”
Ianto manhandled him until his bare chest was pressed against the cold wall and the concrete was scraping his nipples. Just as quickly his pants were gone and, Christ, even with the fucking scary look in Ianto’s eyes he was still hard. But, Owen mused as he heard the rustle of Ianto’s pants being pushed to the floor, he didn’t think Ianto cared one way or the other. He could have struggled, but really he didn’t think he’d get far so he just stood there, cock pressed almost painfully up against the wall.
Ianto’s arm was pressed against his shoulders, holding him in place as he heard the pop of Ianto pulling fingers out of his mouth. It was barely a second later when he felt two saliva wet digits breach him and bit down on his lip as he tried to relax. Ianto’s breath was hot against his neck as he twisted his fingers and started stroking almost brutally fast on Owen’s prostate.
Owen bucked and hissed in pain as his dick was abraded by the rough wall.
A third finger was added and Owen had a sudden frightening realisation that unless he did it himself, the saliva on Ianto’s fingers was all the lubrication he would get.
Ianto was laughing at him as Owen tried to form as much spit in his dry mouth as possible. He just twisted his fingers against Owen’s prostate and smirked as he gasped. He was just pulling his fingers out as Owen’s spit wet hand reached back and around his cock.
His eyelids fluttered a little at the touch but as soon as Owen pulled back his hand he was lining himself up, free hand holding Owen open. He could feel the pull of not enough lubrication as he pushed in in one long thrust.
Owen winced at the burn as Ianto’s hand moved from his ass to grip hard on his hip.
Ianto’s breathing was harsh against his neck and his voice was cruel in his ear and he pulled out and thrust in hard.
“See Owen, you’re the nice little slut, you love this don’t you? Being held up against the wall and fucked almost dry, this was what you were wanting when you wanted to break me, wasn’t it? You wanted me to lose control and do this to you.”
Owen just groaned in answer as Ianto brushed against his prostate and his arms trembled from holding his body away from the wall under the full pressure of Ianto’s weight and thrusts.
Finally Ianto changed his angle and the mix of pain and pleasure spiked and Owen’s arms collapsed under him as he came. Ianto just kept hold of Owen’s hips, holding him up as he thrust a few more times before stilling and biting down on Owen’s shoulder as he came.
Then Ianto released his grip and dropped Owen to the floor.
By the time Owen had rolled over to look up at him Ianto was dressed and even as Owen watched the blankly controlled look had slid down over his face.
Then he just nodded at Owen and walked away, leaving Owen there, ass sore and vowing to make Ianto break again soon.