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citrinesunsetTitle: Chance Meeting
Rating: R
Pairing: Owen/Ianto, sorta
Warnings: Unwanted sexual advances
Words: 1098
Spoilers: "Adam"
Summary: Set in Adam!verse. Owen comes to work early hoping to see Toshiko. Instead, he comes across Ianto and finds that something is amiss with his coworker.
Note: This is kind of an AU of "Adam" where Jack didn't come back to the Hub the night Adam messed with Ianto's mind. Written for the new kink meme over at [info]touchyerwood. I wrote it anon over there, just 'cause I thought it'd be fun and all top secret like. Prompt was for nerdy!Owen/serial killer!Ianto. I cleaned it up slightly but it's still unbeated and all.
The Hub was dark when Owen came in to work, just like it was still dark outside. He never usually came in this early, but he knew Toshiko sometimes did and he had hoped to talk to her alone. He'd barely slept last night, remembering how mad she'd gotten at him, and he'd decided that the only thing to do would be to apologize first thing, preferably when Adam wasn't around.
But she wasn't there, and her car wasn't outside. The only car Owen had seen was Ianto's, but he didn't see any sign of him, either. He sighed and looked down at the bouquet of flowers he'd brought. Oh well, he might as well leave them at Toshiko's workstation. He did so, adjusting them beside her computer just right, and then made his way to the autopsy bay to start his day.
Once there, he started for the hook where his white coat hung and noticed that the door leading down to the morgue was open. Had he left that open? Or was Ianto down there? He wondered if Ianto was looking for a dead body to feed to the pterodactyl. Owen took a deep breath and adjusted his glasses. He couldn't help be a little annoyed. He didn't mind Ianto taking a body now and then, but it was always nice to be consulted first. Owen didn't want to be difficult, but he was sure Ianto would understand. Yes, of course he would. Owen started down the stairs.
He didn't see Ianto at first, but then he heard the loud bang of the incinerator door being slammed shut. Owen rounded the corner and saw Ianto latching the door.
"Good morning!"
Ianto yelped and spun around. His eyes were wild and his face was pale.
"Owen," he said, "what are you doing here?"
"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you. I just came in and saw the door open. I thought maybe you were looking for a body to feed to the pterodactyl. Now, I don't mind at all, but I'd appreciate a little notification beforehand. If that's all right. Actually, I, uh, don't think we have any bodies on hand right now." He paused, and looked at the incinerator door. "So, uh, what were you incinerating, then?"
Ianto was sucking on his bottom lip. When he stopped, it was pink and glistened in the light. "Just some rubbish," he said.
Oh, that made sense. Something on the floor by Ianto caught Owen's eye. He looked down and saw it was a woman's high-heeled shoe. He pointed to it and said. "Looks like you missed something."
Ianto looked down. When he saw the shoe, his face blanched even more. He slowly knelt and picked it up, and when he stood, Owen could see the sweat on his forehead. Ianto held the shoe in one hand and looked down at it, transfixed with what looked like half horror and half wonder, like he was observing a large spider.
Owen stepped closer. "Are you all right? You don't look well."
Ianto didn't answer, but Owen thought he knew.
"I know what it is," Owen said. Ianto looked up at him, alarmed, but Owen took no heed and continued. "You never went home last night, did you? You've been working all night. No wonder you look like you're about to drop."
Ianto visibly exhaled. "I'm better, now. I took a walk to clear my head."
"That's good! That usually helps."
Ianto smiled softly at the shoe. "It did, yes," he murmured. "I've never felt so alive." He looked up at Owen. "Not that you would understand."
"Sorry?" Owen asked. He didn't understand, and he wasn't sure that Ianto was really well at all. He just didn't look right.
Ianto smiled and set the shoe down. He shook his head. "What's it like to be so blind?"
"I-I, what--?"
Ianto moved closer to him. "Your little crush on Tosh. We've all noticed. You really believe she'll love you. How do you keep believing that?" He raised a hand to Owen's throat, and rubbed his thumb across the Adam's apple. Owen swallowed.
"I think I used to believe in love," Ianto said. He gently squeezed Owen's throat.
Owen backed away abruptly. The large morgue suddenly felt too small, like he was trapped in one of the drawers.
"Am I making you uncomfortable?" Ianto asked.
"N-not at all. No."
But as soon as he said it, Ianto was on him. Owen was ready to fight him off, fearing, somehow, for his physical safety. But Ianto didn't put his hand around his throat again. Instead, he kissed him and put one hand down his trousers and pants, feeling him.
Owen gasped when he felt Ianto's teeth on his lip. He pushed back, breaking off the kiss and forcing Ianto's hand from his trousers.
"I'm not, uh, interested. Sorry, but I'm not, and I won't be." He adjusted his glasses, which had gotten knocked askew when Ianto kissed him.
"You're so repressed," Ianto said, shaking his head with a little a laugh. "I almost envy you."
For a moment, Owen wondered if this was what if felt like for Tosh to shut down his advances. But no, he would never just grab her. He was sorry if Ianto had some feelings, but it just wasn't appropriate. It wasn't. Who did that sort of thing, let alone at work? He was half of a mind to say something to Jack about this, but he didn't want to get Ianto in trouble and Ianto really didn't look well.
Ianto's laughter had stopped. He was running a hand through his hair and staring at his other hand, the one he'd thrust down Owen's trousers, like it was something foreign. Suddenly, he turned and looked behind him as though he'd heard something, but there was nothing.
Stepping to the side, Ianto stepped on the high heel and looked down at it. He shook his head and whispered, "No..."
Owen turned and left while Ianto was distracted. He hurried up the stairs, but Ianto didn't follow. When he got back to the autopsy bay, he thought he heard a sob from downstairs.
He almost felt guilty for leaving Ianto, but he couldn't face him anymore. All he could think about was Ianto's lips and hand, and the ridiculous flowers that Tosh would probably hate.
He licked his lip and tasted blood, and he knew he couldn't go back down there. Whatever it was, it was none of his business. If Ianto needed to talk, he could always go to Adam.
Rating: R
Pairing: Owen/Ianto, sorta
Warnings: Unwanted sexual advances
Words: 1098
Spoilers: "Adam"
Summary: Set in Adam!verse. Owen comes to work early hoping to see Toshiko. Instead, he comes across Ianto and finds that something is amiss with his coworker.
Note: This is kind of an AU of "Adam" where Jack didn't come back to the Hub the night Adam messed with Ianto's mind. Written for the new kink meme over at [info]touchyerwood. I wrote it anon over there, just 'cause I thought it'd be fun and all top secret like. Prompt was for nerdy!Owen/serial killer!Ianto. I cleaned it up slightly but it's still unbeated and all.
The Hub was dark when Owen came in to work, just like it was still dark outside. He never usually came in this early, but he knew Toshiko sometimes did and he had hoped to talk to her alone. He'd barely slept last night, remembering how mad she'd gotten at him, and he'd decided that the only thing to do would be to apologize first thing, preferably when Adam wasn't around.
But she wasn't there, and her car wasn't outside. The only car Owen had seen was Ianto's, but he didn't see any sign of him, either. He sighed and looked down at the bouquet of flowers he'd brought. Oh well, he might as well leave them at Toshiko's workstation. He did so, adjusting them beside her computer just right, and then made his way to the autopsy bay to start his day.
Once there, he started for the hook where his white coat hung and noticed that the door leading down to the morgue was open. Had he left that open? Or was Ianto down there? He wondered if Ianto was looking for a dead body to feed to the pterodactyl. Owen took a deep breath and adjusted his glasses. He couldn't help be a little annoyed. He didn't mind Ianto taking a body now and then, but it was always nice to be consulted first. Owen didn't want to be difficult, but he was sure Ianto would understand. Yes, of course he would. Owen started down the stairs.
He didn't see Ianto at first, but then he heard the loud bang of the incinerator door being slammed shut. Owen rounded the corner and saw Ianto latching the door.
"Good morning!"
Ianto yelped and spun around. His eyes were wild and his face was pale.
"Owen," he said, "what are you doing here?"
"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you. I just came in and saw the door open. I thought maybe you were looking for a body to feed to the pterodactyl. Now, I don't mind at all, but I'd appreciate a little notification beforehand. If that's all right. Actually, I, uh, don't think we have any bodies on hand right now." He paused, and looked at the incinerator door. "So, uh, what were you incinerating, then?"
Ianto was sucking on his bottom lip. When he stopped, it was pink and glistened in the light. "Just some rubbish," he said.
Oh, that made sense. Something on the floor by Ianto caught Owen's eye. He looked down and saw it was a woman's high-heeled shoe. He pointed to it and said. "Looks like you missed something."
Ianto looked down. When he saw the shoe, his face blanched even more. He slowly knelt and picked it up, and when he stood, Owen could see the sweat on his forehead. Ianto held the shoe in one hand and looked down at it, transfixed with what looked like half horror and half wonder, like he was observing a large spider.
Owen stepped closer. "Are you all right? You don't look well."
Ianto didn't answer, but Owen thought he knew.
"I know what it is," Owen said. Ianto looked up at him, alarmed, but Owen took no heed and continued. "You never went home last night, did you? You've been working all night. No wonder you look like you're about to drop."
Ianto visibly exhaled. "I'm better, now. I took a walk to clear my head."
"That's good! That usually helps."
Ianto smiled softly at the shoe. "It did, yes," he murmured. "I've never felt so alive." He looked up at Owen. "Not that you would understand."
"Sorry?" Owen asked. He didn't understand, and he wasn't sure that Ianto was really well at all. He just didn't look right.
Ianto smiled and set the shoe down. He shook his head. "What's it like to be so blind?"
"I-I, what--?"
Ianto moved closer to him. "Your little crush on Tosh. We've all noticed. You really believe she'll love you. How do you keep believing that?" He raised a hand to Owen's throat, and rubbed his thumb across the Adam's apple. Owen swallowed.
"I think I used to believe in love," Ianto said. He gently squeezed Owen's throat.
Owen backed away abruptly. The large morgue suddenly felt too small, like he was trapped in one of the drawers.
"Am I making you uncomfortable?" Ianto asked.
"N-not at all. No."
But as soon as he said it, Ianto was on him. Owen was ready to fight him off, fearing, somehow, for his physical safety. But Ianto didn't put his hand around his throat again. Instead, he kissed him and put one hand down his trousers and pants, feeling him.
Owen gasped when he felt Ianto's teeth on his lip. He pushed back, breaking off the kiss and forcing Ianto's hand from his trousers.
"I'm not, uh, interested. Sorry, but I'm not, and I won't be." He adjusted his glasses, which had gotten knocked askew when Ianto kissed him.
"You're so repressed," Ianto said, shaking his head with a little a laugh. "I almost envy you."
For a moment, Owen wondered if this was what if felt like for Tosh to shut down his advances. But no, he would never just grab her. He was sorry if Ianto had some feelings, but it just wasn't appropriate. It wasn't. Who did that sort of thing, let alone at work? He was half of a mind to say something to Jack about this, but he didn't want to get Ianto in trouble and Ianto really didn't look well.
Ianto's laughter had stopped. He was running a hand through his hair and staring at his other hand, the one he'd thrust down Owen's trousers, like it was something foreign. Suddenly, he turned and looked behind him as though he'd heard something, but there was nothing.
Stepping to the side, Ianto stepped on the high heel and looked down at it. He shook his head and whispered, "No..."
Owen turned and left while Ianto was distracted. He hurried up the stairs, but Ianto didn't follow. When he got back to the autopsy bay, he thought he heard a sob from downstairs.
He almost felt guilty for leaving Ianto, but he couldn't face him anymore. All he could think about was Ianto's lips and hand, and the ridiculous flowers that Tosh would probably hate.
He licked his lip and tasted blood, and he knew he couldn't go back down there. Whatever it was, it was none of his business. If Ianto needed to talk, he could always go to Adam.
