Silver Lining

[czarina_kitty]

Title:  Silver Lining
Author: czarina_kitty
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing/character: Owen Harper/Ianto Jones
Rating:  R
Kink:  locks/chains
Warnings:  bondage
Disclaimer:  I do not own, or make money from the use of, these characters.
Notes: written for a square on my kink_bingo card.

             “I’m on to you,” Owen says softly as he comes up behind Ianto.  It is late and everyone else has left for the evening. 

            “What?” Ianto asks startled.  He stands up and pushes the drawer he has been organizing closed. 

            “I know your little secret,” Owen whispers.  He smirks at the look of absolute panic on Ianto’s face.  “It’s okay, you know.  I understand.”

            “You…understand?  How could you understand?” Ianto asks his voice rising in both volume and pitch.  Ianto has removed his jacket and rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows, but now moves to lower the sleeves and redo the cuffs, a nervous reflex. 

            “Hey,” Owen says in the tone he reserves for frightened patients and homicidal aliens.  “I’m just saying, you aren’t the only one with a few…kinks around here.”

            “Kinks?” Ianto asks confusion evident in his tone.

            “Yeah, kinks,” Owen whispers, stalking towards Ianto until the younger man is backed up against the bottom of the stairs.  “You’ve got a thing for locks and chains.  Don’t try to deny it, I’ve been watching you.  I’ve seen the way you caress the cold metal of the secure archive locks.  I know you wear that silver chain, warm and tight against your neck, even if it is covered by your shirt collar.  And I’ve seen you absently fondle the Weevil cuffs while you thought no one is watching.  Imagining having them slipped into place around your own wrists, I’d bet.”

            “Owen…” Ianto says in a pleading tone just shy of whimper.  Owen watches as Ianto unconsciously grips the railing behind him, thumbs softly tracing circles on the metal. 

            “Shh.  I think you’d really like being restrained that way.  Chained up in one of the cells, maybe?”  Owen watches as true fear flickers across Ianto’s face for an instant.  “I’m not going to hurt you.  But I am right about this, aren’t I?”

            Ianto regards him curiously for a moment, before dropping his gaze to the floor and nodding.  Owen watches Ianto struggle to get control of his feelings, the conflicting fear and longing, denial and desire overwhelming the young man.

            “Not the cells?  Or not the chains?” Owen asks after a beat.

            Ianto’s eyes dart up quickly and he mutters, almost too low for Owen to hear, “Not the cells.”

            “Fair enough,” Owen says softly.  He steps back and around the metal gurney in the middle of the room before switching to a firmer tone.  “Come here.”

            Ianto tentatively steps forward, the apprehension still evident.  Owen undoes Ianto’s tie, leaving it in place around his neck.  He slowly works the buttons of Ianto’s shirt and pushes the garment off his shoulders and down his arms.  Owen trails a hand across Ianto’s bare chest and asks softly, “Have you ever heard of Shibari, Ianto?  Japanese rope bondage?  It’s all about creating patterns of rope over the body.  Creating living  art, really.”

            Owen continues undressing Ianto as he speaks, “The thing is, Ianto, I don’t think rope is really your thing,” Owen says when he has Ianto completely nude.  Owen pulls a long, thin, silver chain from a nearby drawer, “But this…This is what you’re looking for.” 

            Ianto’s breath catches and the look of lust in his eyes in unmistakable.  Owen loops the chain once around Ianto’s neck, careful not to draw it tight.  He trails the chain over Ianto’s shoulders and under his arms, circling down the limbs to bind Ianto’s hands together behind his back.  He crosses the chain over Ianto’s chest, creating a delicate webbing of intersecting loops and whorls.  Owen brings the silver across Ianto’s hips and down to circle his balls, then back up to bind Ianto’s hard cock tight against his stomach.    

            Owen steps back for a moment, admiring the sight before him.  Ianto’s eyes are glazed over and his breathing is erratic.  He wiggles and strains slightly before relaxing into his bonds.  Owen brings one hand up to caress Ianto’s cheek while pressing the other over Ianto’s erection.  Ianto bucks forward into the contact and gasps when the chain shifts with his movement. 

            “You’re so beautiful like this.  All bound in metal.  Trussed up and loving every minute of it,” Owen purred as he stroked Ianto slowly.  “That’s right.  So gorgeous.”

            Ianto lets his head loll back as he comes over Owen’s fingers.  He staggers back for a moment, but Owen catches him and guides him to sit on the gurney, the slack in the chain left by his rapidly softening member enough to accommodate the change in position without causing pain.

Owen cradles Ianto’s head and rocks him gently while he recovers.  When Ianto’s breathing evens out Owen asks, “Do you want to tell me about the Cybermen now, or after I’ve untied you?”

 

            Alone in his office, Jack watches the CCTV with mixed feelings.  On the one hand, he is angry—no, jealous—that Owen has failed to recognize Jack’s claim to Ianto.  True, their relationship had yet to develop into anything physical, but he had thought it was clear that Ianto was his.  On the other hand, Jack hadn’t considered just how traumatized and disturbed Ianto still was after the events of Canary Wharf.  He had to admit that Owen’s therapy methods, while unconventional, were effective.  And if this prevented a break down later, he really couldn’t argue.

Comments

[jooles34.livejournal.com]

Hmmm, an interesting one this; so many shifts in tone. First, Owen being deliciously preditory, then it turns into something different; tender, gentle. Then you mention "all bound in metal" and you can suddenly see where this is going and the whole tone shifts again. Very nicely done.

[czarina-kitty.livejournal.com]

Thanks.

I was trying to get to that moment when Owen Harper becomes Dr. Owen Harper, and his focus changes.

[frakkin-addict.livejournal.com]

Wow, intense. The imagery in this was very aousing and at the same time very heartbreaking. I love seeing this side of Owen, how he recognizes Ianto's needs and that he's going through something. I really enjoyed this, thanks. :)

[czarina-kitty.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I find I tend to write Owen a bit differently than many in this fandom. Yes, he can be unpleasant at times, but there are moments when his nurturing side comes through.

[saintmaybe1121.livejournal.com]

Wow, I thought this was so psychologically complex. Was this part of a larger series? Because it's so sad that Ianto is saying yes to hide Lisa. It feels noncon without actually being noncon. I like the metal imagery, and Ianto's arousal, which hey, could actually be a basic fear response.

I like Owen's arousal, and his desire to be a doctor warring with his desire to havesexwithiantobecauseiantoisahothotthing.

[czarina-kitty.livejournal.com]

Not part of a larger series per se, more like a theme that resonates for me. (There is a similar dynamic between these two, post Cyberwoman, in at least two of my other stories.)

And it can be very difficult to distinguish arousal from fear, sometimes even for the person experiencing it.

[hab318princess.livejournal.com]

I was wary to read an Owen/Ianto... but this was great and I certainly didn't see the Cyberwoman twist coming

loved it

[czarina-kitty.livejournal.com]

Glad you liked it.