This chapter is about Ianto and Owen… Please Review…..Please Review.

"Oi! Teaboy!" Owen shouted from the autopsy room. Ianto hated that nickname, he was more than that. Owen was just too ignorant to notice.

Ianto walked to the entrance of the autopsy bay; "Yes?" he said raising an eyebrow.

Owen held up his mug "Refill" he demanded.

Ianto sighed, collected his mug and then left to make his coffee. Why did he have to call him that, he used him like a slave, he always clears his desk for him, never says please or thanks, he didn't even apologise for breaking his coffee machine, he had to wait a week for it to be fixed. Sure he had said "Sorry" but there is a difference between saying it and meaning it, and him saying it with a big smirk almost certainly means he doesn't mean it.

Ianto was about to start to make the drink from his machine when he had a better idea.

A few minutes later he was walking down the autopsy stairs to give Owen his drink. He put it down and waited for a thank you but none came. Owen didn't even look at him. Ianto turned and started to head up the stairs annoyed.

Owen took a sip of his coffee to immediately spat it back out again. "Ianto" he said angrily "what the hell is this?" he asked

"That would be the coffee you asked for" Ianto replied.

"Its instant and decaff" Owen shrieked.

"I know" Ianto replied. He always kept a jar of instant in case someone needed a punishment, and there was no better way to punish the torchwood team than there coffees. Ianto then turned and continued out of the room and Owen growled after him.

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Owen was working late he had three reports that he needs to write and Jack wants them by the morning, if he doesn't do them Jack said he would 'kick his arse', which probably wouldn't happen but he knew some form of punishment would come, probably something to do with weevils.

Owen has two takeaway coffee cups on his desk, he didn't want to risk asking Ianto, not after earlier. He picks one up to find it empty, he shakes the other empty too, damn! He knew the shops wouldn't be open not this late. He got his mug of his desk and headed for the kitchen, he decided he was going to make one himself. It couldn't be that hard. He was just fiddling with the controls, trying to work out how to use it.

"Doctor Harper" Ianto said calmly. On hearing Ianto Owen gave a girly shriek, jumped, span around and in the process knocked his mug off the machine sending it crashing to the floor where it smashed. "What are you doing?" Ianto asked smirking.

"I err… I was …. I'm just…" Owen stammered, he cleared his throat "I was making a coffee until you turned up" Owen said "You really shouldn't sneak up on people teaboy!" He said walking past Ianto.

Ianto grabbed Owen by the back of his neck and dropped him to the floor. Owen let out a grunt of half surprise and half pain. "What's my name?" he asked.

"Teaboy!" Owen snarled, annoyed.

Ianto pulled up his chest and then slammed him back into the floor "Wrong! Try Again" he said.

"It's Ianto and I'm very sorry I hurt your feelings" he said "You big girl" he said under his breath. On hearing this Ianto again slammed him into the floor. Owen grunted.

"Check your attitude Owen, we could be here for a while" he whispered into his ear. He then pulled Owen up "Strip" he ordered.

Owen stood there shocked for a second and then laughed "Good one Ianto, joke over, you had me"

Ianto grabbed Owen and then slammed him into the countertop, Owen instantly shut up. "Does this feel like a joke to you?" he hissed. Owen a little frightened shook his head "that's what I thought now strip." He said letting him go and taking a step back.

Owen took of his trainers and kicked them to the side like a stroppy teenager, he then saw Ianto face and neatly rearranged them. He then took of his trousers and dumped them on the counter, he heard Ianto tut and then quickly folded them. When he took his t-shirt off he made a show of folding it neatly and he looked over to Ianto who gave a nod of approval before placing it on top of his trousers with an eye roll.

He then found himself slammed against the counter "You will not roll your eyes at me again, am I clear?" Ianto snarled.

"Yes" Owen answered in a small voice.

"Yes what?" he asked.

'Oh hell no! There is no way I'm calling him that' Owen thinks. "Yes, just yes" he replies. Owen then flinches as Ianto smacks his arse hard. "Shit" he says.

"Shit what?" Ianto asks.

"Shit, just plain shit" Owen says, this continues for a few minutes, Ianto would continue to hit him but Owen wouldn't give into what he wanted.

"Wait here" Ianto snarled obviously frustrated that his plan didn't work. Owen stands still pressed to the sideboard how Ianto had left him and gets his breathing under control. "Maybe this will help" Ianto chimes and Owen looks back and he is holding a flogger.

"I'm sorry sir" he begs.

"Ohhh… Maybe next time then" Ianto says. Owen is still looking at him when Ianto pulls out a ruler. 'What the hell is that for' he thinks, well he knows but what had he done to deserve it.

"Now" Ianto says tapping the ruler against his leg "I believe that you broke something last week and you still haven't apologised properly."

"Yes I did" Owen scowls "I said I was sorry" he then grunts as the ruler is brought down hard on his already sore arse.

"Did I say you could speak?" Ianto snarls "And you may have said sorry but you didn't mean it, you'll mean it soon though." He says "You are getting twenty with the ruler, then you will apologise, understood?" he asks

"Yes Sir" Owen whines. He then grunts as the ruler is brought down the first time. He promises himself that he will not scream or cry no matter how bad the pain gets. Of course that failed spectacularly as by the tenth hit the pain was too much and he let out a scream. God Ianto hit hard. By fifteen there are tears in his eyes and by the end they were streaming down his face.

When they were done Ianto let Owen get his breathing to a reasonable level and caught his own breath. "Well?" he prompted after a moment.

"I'm sorry Sir" Owen breathed.

"For?"

"For breaking your coffee machine" he said.

Ianto then stepped forwards and ran his hand down Owens' back, rubbing soothing circles. "Good boy" Ianto praised, "Now stay still" he said.

The beating had given Ianto a monster of a hard on, hearing Owens cries were completely different to Jacks and he needed to deal with it. He took out his packet of lube and then squirted some onto his fingers. When he pressed one finger to Owens opening, he jumped. He tried to pull away but Ianto breached him and he gave a small whimper followed by a moan. Once he was comfortable he added another finger and started to scissor him. When he pushed in his third Ianto found his prostate and started to pound it. Owen was writhing and moaning uncontrollably and he started to push back on Iantos' fingers, fucking himself. After a minute he could take no more.

"Please Ianto. Please Sir, more" he begged.

Ianto chuckled and then knelt between Owens' spread legs. He gently ran his hands up the back of his thighs and Owen gasped. He then blew up his legs to his opening and Owen wriggled on the floor.

"Please sir" Owen begged.

"Are you going to start treating me with respect?" Ianto questioned.

"Yes Sir" Owen cried.

"Okay then" was Ianto's reply and he lined up his weeping cock with Owens desperate hole. He then pushed in slowly and he moaned and Owen groaned. He then started to slowly fuck Owen, gradually going faster as Owen got more comfortable.

Soon he was fucking Owen hard and fast and he was coming close to orgasm. Owen felt amazing, tight but not too tight, he could tell Owen had experimented. He was hitting Owen's prostate every time, Owen had started by moaning but he was now screaming as he hit him over and over.

Soon Ianto was shuddering above him, he gave a few hard pounds that had Owen screaming and he was then shooting his cum into his arse. Ianto remained in Owen for a moment before pulling out. He remained very still and Ianto turned him over to reveal the erection that still needed attention.

Owen looked at Ianto with pleading eyes, "Please Sir, let me cum" he said.

"Do you deserve it?" Ianto asked.

Owen whimpered, he thought he did, but he guessed what he thought didn't really matter. "Whatever you wish Sir" he answered, he could always sort himself out later at his flat or in his car.

"Good boy" Ianto praised and he knelt and gave Owen the best hand job of his life, a minute was all it took before he was shouting and shooting his cum hard all over Iantos hand, spilling over the top and onto his own chest.

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What do you think? I wanted to do a Ianto/Owen to see how they'd react.

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