AN: "I'd like to see Owen buy Ianto a new big expensive coffee maker for their place as a surprise gift" was requested by 'DarkDancerKayla' – I hope this meets with your approval. And I hope 'reddevilpoes' is happy with the outfits that the lads wear. More mention of those in the next chapter too :)
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"Could you look more stereotypical?" Ianto asked with an arched eyebrow as Owen opened the front door to his flat to find the Welshman on the other side. They had both left work earlier that evening, but Ianto had needed to go home to change for their mission, and they'd arranged to meet up at Owen's later for a couple of beers before they headed out to "Exit". The Londoner was wearing tight black leather trousers and an almost as tight black vest.
"Really?" He replied incredulously as he looked over Ianto's outfit. A pair of jeans, which were almost as tight as his others, were being worn with a snug fitting white tshirt.
Ianto smirked. "Yeah okay." He agreed as he stepped inside, slipping his jacket off and hanging it on the pegs by Owen's door.
"So I have a surprise for you." Owen said after planting a soft greeting kiss on Ianto's lips.
"Yeah I sensed something was up. I particularly enjoyed finding your "Who me?" post it stuck to my coffee machine. For future reference you don't sound innocent, even via notes." Ianto pointed out.
Owen laughed. "Come on." He said taking the Welshman's hand and leading him into the kitchen.
"Woah." Ianto said in surprise, his lips forming an 'O' shape that stayed in place as he took in the sight on the bench before him.
"I had no idea what sort of machine to buy, so I went for the most expensive one in the shop. I could hardly make you drink instant all the time – you'd move out within days. I hope its okay." Owen said with a nervous smile.
"Did I mention, Woah?" Ianto asked stepping forward and letting his hand fall from Owen's. He brought both hands up to the glide along the chrome exterior, to touch each handle and switch, as his eyes darted across the machine in admiration. "Owen this is… well this is the best machine on the market. This is too much." He said glancing over his shoulder at the other man.
"For the look on your face, it's worth it. I had the guy in the store deliver it and set it up this lunchtime. He assures me its all ready and waiting for you. Call it a moving in gift." Owen said softly.
Ianto grinned. "Thank you." He said simply.
"No worries." Owen winked. "Now, do you want a coffee, or beer before we go?" He asked moving over to the fridge.
"As much as I am itching to play with this, beer. We'll do coffee in the morning." Ianto said stroking his hand along the chrome a final time before turning back to Owen. "So have you read the file on this?" He asked going into work mode as Owen passed him an open beer bottle.
"Nope." Owen replied swigging from his beer.
Ianto shook his head and smirked. "For the past three nights a person in a mask has been circling the dance floor of 'Exit'. He isn't attacking anyone and he isn't causing a scene. He is just walking around wearing a mask with fangs. Its freaking a few people out, but nobody has attempted to approach him. Apparently the fangs are rather realistic."
"And he is a Weevil." Owen pointed out.
"Exactly. That's why we're going. Find the Weevil, bag him and tag him, take him back to the Hub." Ianto explained taking a drink from his bottle.
"You know Jack is only letting us go out on this mission together because of the nature of the club." Owen remarked. "He doesn't want our feelings for one another threatening the lives of the team." He added.
"He said that?" Ianto asked with widened eyes.
Owen nodded. "Pretty much. And for the first time in his comments about us, I have to agree." He admitted. "I don't think I'd be able to focus on my job if you were there, especially if you were hurt. Or wearing those jeans." He smirked.
Ianto chuckled softly. "Yeah I see his point. Though whoever I'm paired with, if I get hurt you're going to be the one to patch me up. And sometimes I might be wearing jeans." He flirted.
Owen laughed. "Just focus on wearing the jeans, less on the injuries okay?" He said downing the remains of his beer. "Right, do we have everything, remembering for five minutes that we are technically working, and not going out on the lash?"
"Well we can't march in there with our guns so I have a sedative kit in my coat pocket. I'm thinking we find the Weevil, hit him with a sedative, carry him out like he's had a few too many, and get him back to the Hub in a taxi. Everyone seems convinced he's a drunk clubber, so we'll run with that." Ianto suggested.
"Classic." Owen grinned. "And if things get nasty? Remembering that we're Torchwood, and it tends to."
"Comms. Worn at all times but not turned on unless vital. I don't want Jack in my ear the whole night." Ianto pointed out.
"I'm surprised he's not coming with us. He'd be like a kid in a sweet shop." Owen mused.
"Come on then. Lets go." Ianto said placing his empty bottle on the bench top. Owen put his beside Ianto's and followed the Welshman to his front door. "Eyes up please." Ianto said as he led the way, making Owen laugh.
"Spoil sport." He commented.
Ianto grinned as he put his jacket back on, checking his inside pocket for the sedative kit. Owen grabbed his keys and pulled on his own coat before the two men left the apartment and set off on the ten minute walk to the club.
"Have you ever been to 'Exit' before?" Owen asked as they walked.
Ianto nodded. "Once, when Jack went missing. I had a few too many drinks." He admitted.
"Did you pull?" Owen asked with a smirk.
The Welshman chuckled. "His name was…" He paused as he thought. "Ewan, I believe." He said. "I think I was out to convince myself that it was just Jack, and not all men. Turns out I was wrong." He explained. "I thought I would end up running out the club and going to find some gorgeous girl. Instead I woke up in a house in Penarth with a man named Ewan. Hideous coffee I recall." He mused.
"You are such a coffee snob." Owen commented.
"What about you? Ever been to 'Exit'?" Ianto asked.
"No, never." Owen began. "We never had this chat did we?"
Ianto shook his head. "We didn't. I think Jack probably interrupted." He said.
Owen smiled. "Without a doubt." He started. "I'm not gay Ianto. Up until about six months ago I was definitely straight. I think its you… I think its just you." He admitted. "I don't really want anyone else… I don't fancy other guys… I don't even look at other guys. To be honest I don't look at anyone… its just you." He explained softly.
Ianto wrapped one arm around Owen's shoulders as they walked along Bridge Street, and pulled him close enough to place a soft kiss on the top of his head. "That's okay you know? If there is one thing Jack has taught me it's that all these labels we use in this century are totally unnecessary. We are what we are, and we love who we love. I'm not interested in whether you are straight, gay or bi Owen. I'm just interested in the fact that you want to be with me. End of." Ianto reassured.
Owen smiled as they turned onto Charles Street which was thronging with people and music. They made their way up the street to the club where a queue was formed outside. "Please tell me we're using Torchwood to get in?" He asked eyeing up the queue and figuring they'd be stood out there for well over an hour if they joined it.
Ianto nodded. "Tosh hacked in and got our names put on the door. Come on." He said taking Owen's hand and strolling over to the doorman. After giving him their names they were granted immediate access, and made their way inside.