FIC: Handcuffs (Torchwood 1/1)

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Title:Handcuffs
Author: dru_evilista quaili
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack/Owen/Ianto
Prompt: 19. Handcuffs
Word Count:
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We do not own Torchwood or any of it's characters
Author's Notes: Part of the 50 kinky ways prompt table.



Ianto flinched as Owen cursed loudly, slamming his bag and jacket to the ground as they entered the hub, kicking at a hapless desk chair as it got in his way.

Jack ran a hand over Owen's shoulder, trying to calm him, though Jack was just as tense, his shoulders tight and stiff.

"I'm sorry." Ianto whispered, edging towards the coffee maker in an attempt to make a steaming, hazelnut flavored peace offering.

Owen turned sharply, snarling in anger. He froze Ianto with a glare. "You fucking should be! We nearly all got killed! What the fuck were you thinking?! Or were you thinking at all?!"

Ianto flinched again. "Look I know I screwed up alright!" He crossed his arms across his chest, fingers rubbing at the splotch of mud on the side of his suit.

Owen growled again, and stepped towards the Welshman. Ianto stood his ground, his face calm, but picking almost franticly at the drying muck as Owen got closer.

Jack stepped between them. "Owen, autopsy bay. You can get a head start on cleaning those scratches out." He waited until Owen nodded, before softening his voice "I'll be there in a minute."

After Owen stalked off Jack took a deep breath and faced Ianto. The younger man was staring at his shoes. "Ianto, this can't happen again. We all nearly got killed. Owen nearly got killed. If he'd been a few inches closer, he'd be dead. Because you couldn't restrain the weevil."

Ianto continued to stare at his shoes. Jack sighed and reached out, lifting his chin.

"I know you have these...issues, but you can't let them interfere with your job."

Ianto ran his hands though his hair. "Jack- Jack I can't." He swallowed. "Handcuffs. I can't carry them again. Not after..."

"I know. I know, Ianto. The cannibals used your own handcuffs on you. But you realize the odds of something like that happening again? You need to carry them." Jack softened his voice and gently ran his hand over Ianto's arm and shoulder.

Ianto shook his head sharply taking a deep breath. "No. No I can't. I'll just stop going in the field. It's no problem if I'm in the hub. I can't get Owen killed if I'm not there to screw up. I- Just go take care of Owen. Make sure he's ok." Ianto walked quickly, not quite a run, but certainly rushed, away from Jack, into the archives.

"Ianto. Ianto! FUCK!" Jack slammed his hand into the wall, but Ianto still didn't turn around. Jack blinked and looked at his hand, wriggling it experimentally. Bones grated against each other. "...fuck."

"Jack?" Owen's head popped out of the autopsy bay, shirt off, antiseptic in his hand from where he's been cleaning the scratches on his chest.

"Nothing. How's your chest?"

"Better then your hand. Let me see that." Owen ordered eyes on Jack's bloody fist.

"It's nothing. Let me take care of you first."

"Who's the doctor here? Just give me your hand you stubborn git!"

Jack rolled his eyes, following the doctor down into the autopsy bay, to let Owen fuss over his hand. Owen poked and prodded, before starting to clean and wrap, as Jack rummaged around for a pain killer. "What are we going to do about Ianto?"

"I don't have a fucking clue. But we have to do something before the idiot gets him self killed."

Jack ran his good hand down Owen's cheek. "You know he didn't mean for you to get hurt, right?"

"Of course I fucking know that! I'm just worried the moron is going to get him self killed one of these days if we can't get him over that phobia of his." Owen grumbled, flattening a last strip of tape over Jack's hand and slapping a SpongeBob plaster on top.

Jack sighed and started working on Owen's chest. "There has to be something we can do. Desensitize him. Make him stop seeing handcuffs and associating them something something bad. "

"...sex? Could get him all worked up, break out the cuffs, keep him all worked up, and not let him come until he's in love with the cuffs."

Jack raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Love the way you think. Do you think that would work?"

"Maybe. He's a kinky bugger." Owen laughed, balling up his ruined shirt and throwing it in the general direction of the hamper. "He's the one who made you buy the paddle. Should be right up his alley."

Jack leered, and then whacked Owen lightly on his shoulder. "You're not supposed to know about the paddle!"

"Yeah, Yeah. I'll look surprised when he gives it to me."

---

Ianto looked up from his desk in the archives as Jack and Owen approached him. He tensed, getting ready for another confrontation, over the incident.

"Ianto? Sweetheart? How you doing?" Jack edged around the desk

"Ianto, stop hiding down here, and come back upstairs." Owen ordered, rounding the other side with a determined stride.

"No. I have work to do." Ianto focused on the papers in front of him. "And don't call me sweetheart."

Owen made a annoyed noise and Ianto tensed more, feet winding around the legs of the metal chair. It was a shock when Owen grabbed him by the head and kissed him, forcing him back into the chair. He was gasping when Owen pulled back. "I love you, you stupid Welsh idiot."

"I- You- How can you? I nearly got you killed!"

"Just come on. Come upstairs with us." Jack moved closer, pulling Ianto out of the chair, and running his hand over Ianto's face and down his neck.

"Jack..."

"Am I going to have to snog you till your brain melts so Jack can throw you over his shoulder, or will you come willingly?"

Ianto laughed slightly and let his lovers pull him out of the archives.

---

After only a very short stop by the coffee cart for a quick pick me up, the three men found themselves in Jack's small, warm room.

Three bodies pressed against each other, kissing, licking, biting, hands trying to touch everything at once.

Ianto gasped sharply as a hand wrapped around his cock, pumping lazily. Jack pushed him back on the bed, wrapping a hand around his wrists, pinning them above his head, while Owen nipped at his neck. It was Owen's hand on his cock. The cool, slender fingers stroking and twisting like a pro.

"Oh god, yes! More! Now! Please?" Ianto ordered, then begged.

Owen chuckled into Ianto's neck where he was sucking on the pulse point. "Someone's demanding."

"I wouldn't have to demand, if you wouldn't torture me!" Ianto complained trying to arch into Owen's hand more. Jack held him down with a forearm draped over his chest.

Jack inched up and covered Ianto's mouth with his, putting every drop of skill he had into the kiss. Ianto melted, making a low mewling noise, and didn't even notice Owen ease the handcuffs onto one wrist, loop it behind the headboard and attach it to the other wrist.

Jack pulled back and Ianto reached for him, then tensed when his arms came together. He craned his head back, eyes widening as he saw a glint of metal. Immediately he started yanking at the restraints, bucking against Jack and Owen as he struggled to breathe through the panic.

Owen reached forward, quickly snapping the handcuffs open, while Jack held Ianto still, petting his hair and making soothing noises.

It took a moment for Ianto to calm down, burying his face in the pillow and taking deep shaky breaths. Finally he turned, glaring at his lovers. "What the fuck was that?!"

Jack sighed, running a hand down Ianto's back. "You need to get over this, we thought we'd try a little sex based therapy."

"And you thought cuffing me without warning, in the middle of sex, was the way to go?!"

"....yes?" Owen answered, uncertainly.

Ianto pulled the pillow over his head.

"Well ok, that might not have been the best bet." Jack said. He prodded the pillow. "But we're trying to help you."

Ianto breathed sharply though his nose.

Jack and Owen waited.

Ianto studied the underside of the pillow.

Finally, with a sigh Owen poked his younger lover in the chest.

Ianto swatted the pillow at Owen's head. "Ok we're going to try this again. We'll start from the beginning, the handcuffs will not leave my line of sight, you will not even think of putting them on me, without my saying so, do you understand?"

Jack nodded and Owen threw off a sloppy salute and "Yes sir, teaboy, sir."

Ianto took another deep breath to calm him self, and laid back down. "Back to what you were doing, and keep those cuffs where I can see them!"

Jack obediently set them down on his stomach, and went back to kissing him.

Owen wrapped his hand around Ianto's cock again, quickly bringing it back to life. Soon the two men had Ianto gasping and wanting more.

Carefully, Jack continued kissing Ianto, hands roaming over his body, stroking and petting.

Owen licked and kissed his way across Ianto's chest, heading up, at the same time as Jack started moving down.

Ianto's head popped up briefly to watch, suspicious, as Jack crossed his stomach. The older man steered clear of the metal cuffs. Ianto settled back down, then Jack's mouth replaced Owen's hand and Ianto lost the ability to think.

Owen contentedly sucked on Ianto's neck, knowing he would catch hell later on when Ianto got a look at the hickeys he'd left. Oh yeah. He was going to get punished!

Ianto babbled something in Welsh, but going by the gasping, dilated pupils, and raging hard on, it was all good.

Jack's head bobbed up and down, switching between long hard sucks, and light swirling licks, like he had a ice cream cone on a hot day.

Ianto moaned low, digging his nails into Owen's scalp, then gasped out, "Jack!" and both men froze looking for signs of distress.

"Cuffs. Get the cuffs." Ianto managed to get out.

Jack pulled off Ianto and picked the cuffs up off his stomach. "You sure?"

"Just give me the blasted things already before I change my mind!"

Jack handed Ianto the handcuffs, then sat back on his heels waiting, he stroked Ianto's thigh absently.

Ianto, snapped the cuffs around one of his wrists and kept his eyes closed and focused on breathing for a minute then opened his eyes and scowled at Jack and Owen. "Aren't you supposed to be distracting me with sex, so I forget I'm wearing these things?"

Jack laughed and dived back down sucking Ianto's cock enthusiastically.

Owen went back to kissing his way up Ianto's neck till he was pulling him into a deep kiss.

It took a long time, but eventually Ianto started to relax, and stop feeling the urge to run or flee in terror from the handcuffs, as he got lost in the pleasure his two lovers were giving him.

Owen and Jack continued to work on making Ianto as happy as humanly possible. This had to go perfectly, if Ianto was ever going to get over his handcuff hatred

Jack had him gasping for air, eyes rolling back, about to come...then pulled back, and crawled back up his body, claiming his mouth in a kiss, hand reaching up to stroke the handcuffs wrapped around his left wrist. "How you feeling?"

"Like I'm going to murder you! Why did you stop?!" Ianto demanded harshly, voice low and gravelly from lust, and need. He ground up against Jack's hips.

Jack grinned and Owen dragged a hand across Ianto's chest, scratching lightly with his nails. "Forgot the goal of this, huh? How do you feel about the handcuffs?"

Ianto glanced up. "Oh for Christ's sake...love them! Want to marry them and have little thumb cuff babies! Now get back on my cock already!"

Jack wrapped his hand around Ianto's cock and slowly slid it up and down. "Are you sure about that? Don't want to rush you. We want you to really enjoy this. Don't we, Owen?"

Owen rolled his eyes. "Just suck him off already before he shoots us both. Or this back fires and he develops a phobia of blow jobs or something."

Ianto nodded wildly. "Yes. What he said. I'm already feeling terrified. Hurry before I can never shag again!"

Jack snorted with laughter, and leaned in to Ianto's ear and whispered. "Put the cuff on your other wrist and you can come."

Ianto glanced from Jack to the cuffs, and then to Owen. With a shudder snapped the cuff into place around his free wrist, and looked at Jack demandingly.

Jack grinned and kissed him deeply then dived back down, joined quickly by Owen. Within seconds they had Ianto arching off the bed, gasping as he came, in less then a minute.

Ianto lay there panting, staring up dazed, twitching with tiny aftershocks.

Owen stroked the side of his face. "Yan? You with us?"

Ianto reached up, using the cuffs to grab him by the back of the neck and yank him down for a hard kiss.

Owen hummed happily into the kiss, while Jack grinned proudly. "Doctor, I'd say the treatment was successful! He's cured!"

Ianto bit at Owen's lip and he groaned. Immediately Ianto shoved away, cuffed hands going to Owen's bandaged chest. "Oh! Are you - Did I hurt-?"

Owen surged forward, returning the playful nip and silenced Ianto. "Don't even feel it. stop mothering."

Ianto snorted and let Owen go, looking up at them. "Jack? Your hand?"

"Fine."

"Good. Then Owen, in me. Now. Jack in Owen. Now." He punctuated his order with another tug to Owen's neck and sharp grind of his hips to Jack's.

Owen glanced over at Jack and grinned. "You know, for the guy who's in handcuffs he's awfully bossy."

Jack smirked and reached for the lube, handing it to Owen. "He's the boss."

The all did a bit of wiggling to get into position and Owen leaned over Ianto to kiss him as he slipped a slick finger into Ianto's already orgasm-relaxed body.

Ianto nearly purred, then made an impatient noise. "Owen, enough, I'm relaxed, just fuck me already before I strangle you with these things!" He rattled the short chain that linked the cuffs.

Owen grinned, and pushed in another two lubed fingers quickly. "I love it when you talk dirty." He rolled a condom onto his cock and tossed the lube over his shoulder to Jack. "Hurry up, before Ianto blows a gasket."

Jack kissed Owen's back as he prepared him, then put on a condom and moved into position, waiting for Owen to moved forward first. "Ready?"

Owen shifted his hips, a shiver running up his back as Jack crooked a finger inside him. He looked down at Ianto. "Ready?"

"What have I been saying?!"

"I'll take that as a yes." Owen slowly started to push forward, watching Ianto's face as did.

"Ohhh yes." Ianto groaned long and low, feeling his older lover slide into him.

Jack waited until Owen was all the way in, then slowly pushed into Owen.

The three paused for a moment to catch their breath and adjust, then started moving, setting a rhythm.

"Mmm faster. Harder." Ianto gasped out, eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back. Owen groaned and buried his face into Ianto's neck, hips snapping reflexively.

Jack obeyed and sped up, pushing Owen into a punishing rhythm. Ianto gasped, clenching his fists against the sheets. Jack reached around Owen and started jerking Ianto off in time with their thrusts.

The joys of youth, Ianto was coming again, and Jack bit down on Owen's shoulder making him quickly follow suit. Jack thrust a few more times then came and collapsed to the side to keep from squashing his two lovers.

Eyes still closed, Owen pulled the nearest body close, feeling loose and relaxed, and tired after the long, eventful, day. He stayed conscious just long enough to be sure that Jack was removing Ianto's cuffs.

--

Owen yawned shifting as he woke up from his post sex nap. Instantly his eyes flew open. Jack gave him a small, abused smirk and shook his wrist making the handcuffs jangle. Somehow, his and Jack's wrists had gotten cuffed together though the metal bar running behind Jack's bed.

"Wha..."

"Ianto."

Owen looked around and swore. Ianto was nowhere to be seen. "That little..."

"...escape artist, apparently."

Owen lifted an eyebrow. Jack coughed. "I think I dozed off before we found the key."

Owen smacked Jack with his free hand.

... And that's not the worst thing." Jack gestured with his chin just to the side, in the small area of space between the mattress and the wall, where two mugs of coffee were steaming on twin hotplates. He reached out, fingers just grazing the edge of the steaming, fragrant mug.

"...that fucking bastard!"


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