FIC: Allergies (1/1 Torchwood)
May. 8th, 2009 12:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dru_evilista
Title: Allergies
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dru_evilista qualli
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack/Owen/Ianto
Rating: M
Disclaimer: We do not own Torchwood of any of it's characters
Author's Notes: This was supposed to be porn...it ended up being hurt/comfort fluff(and domestic!).
--
"IAAAAAAANTO!”
Ianto sighed, handing Tosh her mug of tea. It had been a slow day and Owen was apparently very, very bored. Keeping his back to Owen, Ianto placed Gwen’s mocha on the corner of her desk, balancing a chocolate biscuit on top of it.
“Iaaaaaaaaanto.” Owen called again, stretching the name into a whine, smirking as Ianto’s hand twitched. “I'm dying of starvation!"
"...is that your subtle way of asking me to go pick up lunch?" Ianto asked, eyebrow raised at their resident medic.
"That would be lovely. Broccoli and Beef. Ta."
Ianto rolled his eyes, and set the coffee mug down in front of Owen. “One of these days I’m going to take a vacation, and you’ll have to get your own food. They’ll spit in it you know, when they see who’s picking it up.” He gathered up the small collection of empty drink bottles that Owen had already worked his way through, and headed back to the kitchenette.
"Ianto! If you're going out, stop by the shop, we're out of lube!" Jack bellowed, head poking out of his office.
Owen scowled, rubbing his ear. "We're not all deaf. Though I will be if you keep yelling in my ear from two feet away."
Jack gave Owen a blinding grin, then turned the wattage up a notch, as Ianto glared daggers at him from the coffee station. His hand twitched again.
Gwen and Tosh stared wide eyed, mouths slightly open. Gwen hid a giggle behind her hand.
"...mechanical lube..for the doors and such. Very squeaky lately." Ianto told them calmly, grabbing his coat off the rack on his way out. Behind him he head Jack asking Owen if that was safe for internal use. Ianto covered his face with his hand while the cog door rolled closed behind him.
---
While Ianto waited for the lunch order to be prepared (extra spice for owen, no fortune cookies for Jack), he ducked into the small convenience store across the street. He tried to stop feeling so shifty while he looked for the isle with the lube and condoms.
He'd been having sex long enough this shouldn't still feeling so....awkward. It didn’t help that he was dressed in a suit, something that always made him feel out of place while running errands.
He finally found the right aisle and blinked, eying the wide selection of brands and types of lube. Why did there have to be so many? Which was the one Jack liked? And there was that one brand that gave Owen hives, though Ianto thought they only sold that online. A corner pharmacy wouldn’t stock glitter lube would they?
He glanced over his shoulder and flushed as he saw a small old women giving him an evil look, lips pursed and nose wrinkled in disgust. He quickly snatched the nearest bottle off the shelf and ducked out of the isle, heading for the counter so he could pay and get out of there. And maybe never come back. The old woman looked like his gran.
---
Ianto passed the lunches around, then settled down to eat his own.
He firmly ignored Jack's 'subtle' looks from across the table.
He felt a kick to his ankle and shot Owen a scowl. Owen smirked back at him, popping a piece of beef in his mouth before pulling the chopsticks out just a touch too slowly, hollowing his cheeks more than strictly necessary.
He sometimes wondered what he was thinking, being with these two sex maniacs.
Tosh excused her self, snickering under her breath as she returned to her work station, and a translation program she was working on. Ianto pretended not to know about the filthy fanfics she was reading in between coding programs. In turn Tosh never mentioned the fact that he often disappeared with Jack or Owen during lunch.
Gwen couldn't even hide her giggles, as she went back to her desk to make calls to the police about recent reports, and have text sex with Rhys, when she thought no one was looking. Ianto would use that later if she ever questioned him too much about his weekly “physicals” and “assisted archiving”.
Ianto waited until both women where out of the room before turning on his teasing lovers. "Does the word 'subtle' mean nothing to either of you?" he hissed.
Jack and Owen's playful leers didn't fade in the least. Jack sidled up to Ianto, fingering the napkin Ianto had tucked into his collar to protect his dress shirt. “You know I can’t help myself when you wear this. It’s one of my kinks.”
Ianto narrowed his eyes, and yanked off the napkin. He pulled Owen out of his chair, and pushed them both to the door. “Jack’s Office. Now.” he ordered. When Owen leaned over to get a last mouthful of lunch, Ianto landed a loud smack on his thigh. “Now!”
Owen jumped, his look of surprise quickly turning into lust, and Ianto shoved him out the door.
“Keep an eye on things.” Ianto called out to Tosh and Gwen. “We’re going to be having a meeting about some....policies.” He herded his lovers into the office, shutting the door.
"Down. Now. Clothes off." Ianto pointed to the manhole leading to Jack's room, then roughly started yanking off his tie, and picked up the new bottle of lube, sitting on the edge of Jack’s desk.
"Ooh Dominant Ianto. Sexy!" Jack purred, already down to his boxers.
"Did I say you could talk?"
Jack arranged his face to look properly submissive and apologetic. Owen just laughed while pulling his shirt off.
Ianto snapped his fingers pointing again.
Jack was sitting on the edge, climbing down, and Owen, who was taking his sweet time, followed.
Finally Ianto had them both where he wanted them. Naked, and mostly submissive, in the large bed. Jack had insisted on stripping Ianto, folding his clothes neatly at the foot of the bed. Impressed, Ianto turned on his less obedient lover.
He knelt over Owen, pinning the smaller man down, kissing him almost violently, putting all his frustration into the kiss. Owen liked violent, the same way he liked playing the rebellious sub, and quick messy fucks in the toilets, while Jack was always up for hours spent lazily in bed. Ianto liked the contrast between his lovers.
Owen moaned, and thrust his hips up, grinding against Ianto.
Ianto's hand shot out and grabbed Jack's wrist before he could even wrap a hand around his erection. "Hands off. You two have been driving me insane all day, now I'm going to have my revenge."
Jack whined in the back of his throat, but left his hand where Ianto dropped it, eyes focusing hungrily on his lovers, as Ianto went back to kissing Owen.
“Bossy little prat” Owen muttered, almost fondly into Ianto’s mouth.
Ianto held Owen down, taking what he wanted, ignoring Owen's attempts to maneuver them, or take control of things.
When Owen stilled, letting the other man take charge of the situation, Ianto rocked back on his heels and picked up the lube from where he'd dropped it and popped the top off, squeezing some onto his hand. He wrapped a slick, cool hand around Owen's straining cock. He didn't move, just kept it there, leaning back down to capture Owen’s mouth again.
Owen pulled back from the kiss and whined. "Yan! Come on!"
"What did I tell you about speaking without permission?" Ianto asked taking his hand off Owen’s cock and slapping it over the smaller man’s mouth. Distantly, he hoped he had picked edible lube.
Owen growled and managed to squirm out from under Ianto, and flipped him over and pinned him down smothering his objections with a kiss.
Ianto was distracted by Owen's talented mouth for a moment, before he pushed Owen back over, pinning him down with his larger size. He glanced up and licked his lips, tasting the coconut from the lube. Edible then. He grinned at Jack's glazed over eyes, mouth slightly open, very nearly drooling. "Enjoying the show?"
Jack could only groan, hand twitching towards his crotch, before he restrained himself.
“Good Boy” Ianto murmured.
Ianto felt a tickle in his throat, and coughed slightly shaking his head, before he went back to kissing Owen. After only a few seconds he had to pull back as he started coughing again.
Owen and Jack both frowned as Ianto doubled over. "Ianto? You okay?" Owen shoved the younger man off of him, before hauling him upright.
"I-" Ianto panted, frowning. He'd only been coughing a minute and already his lips were going numb and tingling. He felt hot. “I don't know...something... something’s wrong." Ianto's voice came out in a croak. He reached for his throat, gasping. “h’rts”
Owen yanked his face up and started examining him. He pulled Ianto’s hand away from his neck, feeling it himself, as he studied Ianto’s lips. there were red splotches at the corners. Ianto’s throat spasmed under his fingers. "Shit, his airway's closing off. Jack, help me get him to the autopsy bay!"
Ianto reached for his throat again, clawing at it as he gasped for breath.
"WHAT?! Owen, what's happening?!"
"It looks like anaphylactic shock.”
Jack stared at him blankly.
“Allergic reaction. Come ON Jack! We need to go! Now!"
Jack grabbed Ianto, trying to maneuver him up the ladder. Ianto faltered, clinging to the metal bar as the world spun dizzily. Owen growled and grabbed Ianto, yanking him up as Jack lifted from below. Once on solid ground again Jack lifted Ianto over his shoulder. Owen had bolted ahead of him, and Jack ran to catch up.
Gwen and Tosh stared open mouthed as their co-worked streaked past them, stark naked. Owen led the charge, swearing like a sailor and grabbing things from his desk as he passed.
As soon as Ianto was in the autopsy bay, Owen started working, jabbing Ianto with needles full of epinephrine and antihistamines , and wrestling Ianto’s hand away from his throat so he could start an IV.
Ianto was wheezing, eyes rolling franticly. "Wha- What-" He gasped out clutching at Owen's arm.
"Shh, shh, you're fine. You're fine. Just sit still and shut up, while I work." Owen half comforted, half snapped, while he pushed a oxygen mask over Ianto's mouth and nose, and injected more drugs into Ianto's IV. He flung himself into an office chair, using the momentum to send it rolling up to a computer, and started pulling up files.
Jack clutched Ianto's hand, stroking up and down his arm. "Owen?" He looked at Owen with scared, wide eyes. Ianto was turning white, his eyes shut tightly now. Owen glanced over. “Shock. Lay him down. Shove something under his legs.” The doctor pulled up another window and scanned it while Jack did as instructed.
“Owen-” Jack said again. Owen ignored him, flinging himself out of the chair again, and pulled the oxygen mask off Ianto's face to swab his mouth with a piece of gauze. "It's the fucking lube! God-fucking-dammit! Shit!" Owen grabbed a handful of gauze and sterile water and threw them at Jack. "Clean him off, get all of it off him!" He rushed over to the sink at the top of the stairs and started franticly scrubbing his hands and face. “Get it off of you too.”
Tosh tentatively edged closer to Owen. He hadn’t even noticed the girls at the door. "Owen? What's going on?"
"Ianto's having a anaphylactic reaction. Swallowed some of it. Throat’s swelling, Probably shocky. From the lube." Owen answered shortly, ignoring the fact that he was scrubbing his dick while they watched. Drying his hands off he bolted back down into the autopsy bay, gloved up and started wiping Ianto down with more wet gauze.
Tosh jogged over to the coffee station and grabbed a mug full of water, then went down into the autopsy bay and grabbed a empty basin. "Here.” she said, shaking Ianto’s shoulder to get his attention “Rinse and spit."
Owen shot her a grateful look while he started hooking up monitors, a heart monitor, pulse-ox, and blood pressure cuff along with a variet of alien scanners. He started a saline drip as well.
Ianto stared at her blankly for a moment, but eventually understood and managed to rinse his mouth out. Owen wiped his mouth again and put a clean oxygen mask over his mouth and nose. "Jack, go get the bottle. I need to see the label so I can figure out what he's having a reaction to."
Jack clutched Ianto’s arm and stared at Owen.
"I'll get it." Gwen offered and ducked into Jack office.
Jack held Ianto's now clean hand, rubbing the raw, angry splotches on his palm carefully, stroking Ianto’s hair.
Owen paused in his fluttering around and sighed at Jack. "He's going to be fine, you can stop your womanly hysterics."
Both Jack and Ianto scowled at him. Ianto flopped his free arm, not quite managing to hit Owen but very nearly managing to knock over the IV pole. Owen grabbed it and glared at him.
Gwen bolted down the steps carrying the bottle of lube. "I got it!"
Ianto’s arm flopped over his eyes, and a squeaky, embarrassed groan escaped his swollen throat as he noticed the girls for the first time. Owen glared again and yanked the arm back down. “Stop Moving!” he ordered, then grabbed the bottle and ran over to the computer to start running tests on it, cross referencing with Ianto's medical files.
Tosh went down the hall to grab three pairs of scrubs and a thin blanket for Ianto. Jack shot her a small, strained smile as he quickly pulled the trousers on, and helped Ianto into the bottoms, before tucking the sheet around him. Owen just grunted, still working, and wiggled into the bottoms without taking his eyes off his work. Twice he nearly fell out of the chair, but finally got them up and fastened.
Long minutes passed by as Owen worked and Jack stroked Ianto's hair, still clinging to Ianto's hand. The harsh gasps and wheezes slowly started to fade, replaced by shaky, but much easier breaths.
Now that his breathing was starting to ease, Ianto felt slightly calmer, and he tried to calm Jack down, which was hard since his voice was so muffled and Owen kept fussing at him when he tried to take the oxygen mask off.
Owen didn't turn from the computer, but managed to ding Ianto on the head with a pen, sensing his hand twitching towards the mask. "Stop that! Breathing is important! Just lay down and behave, before I put the restraints on you."
Ianto tugged the mask down and stuck his tongue out at Owen's back. "Are you trying to bribe me, or threaten me?" he wheezed.
Jack stroked Ianto's puffy, reddened cheek and put the mask back on. "Ianto behave. You nearly died, this isn't the time for joking."
“I didn’t nearly die.” came the muffled response
“Did.” Owen said. “Now shut up and let the medicine work.”
“See” Jack said. “Owen said you did.”
"Jack, I nearly die everyday. If I freaked out every time, I'd constantly be huddled in a ball under my desk and I'd never get anything done." Ianto’s speech, hindered by the mask, took a moment to decipher.
“I said no talking!” Owen stood up from the computer and came at Ianto threateningly. Ianto rolled his eyes and held his free hand up. "Not touching the mask. I'm being good, see?" he told the medic muffled.
"You are such a pain in the arse. No talking.”
Owen started to clean the scratches Ianto had left on his throat, using slightly more antiseptic than actually necessary. Ianto winced.
“I should just put you into a coma for your own safety, and for my sanity. And it's coconut."
"...what's coconut?" Ianto blinked.
"What you're allergic to. It's coconut. That's what nearly topped you."
Ianto yanked the mask down again. "What? Coconut? Seriously?! But I hate coconut!"
"Then why did you buy it?! And no talking!"
"...I grabbed the first bottle my hand landed on, cause a lady was staring at me, like I was a perv... and she looked like my gran." Ianto’s accent had thickened, and Jack smiled at the casual language.
"You ARE a pervert!"
"I am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
Owen snarled and settled the argument with a large dose of sedative. "Night, night."
Ianto tried to protest, but his abused throat only allowed him an indignant squeak. Owen crossed his arms and stared him down until Ianto’s eyes fluttered shut.
The doctor sighed and adjusted the exam chair, so it was flat out, and covered Ianto's mouth and nose with the oxygen again. He looked up at Jack. "I want to keep a eye on him for a while longer, then we can move him to the couch to sleep all the drugs off. "
Jack nodded and stood to lean over Ianto and kiss his forehead. "I guess I should get some work done today, if Ianto's going to be alright..."
"He's fine. He'll be asleep for a while, might be woozy and spacey for a while after he wakes up, but he's fine. Well he will be until he realizes Gwen and Tosh witnessed the entire thing." Owen assured him, starting to clean up the autopsy bay.
Jack tried to pull his hand back from Ianto's, but Ianto tightened his grip, pulling Jack’s hand up to his chest. One eye opened half way and ianto muttered something under his mask.
"Well it looks like you're not going anywhere.." Owen snickered, flopping down in his own chair, and bringing up a game of solitaire.
Jack sighed and stroked his fingers though Ianto's hair, until the eye shut again and the grip slackened. Gwen quietly brought in a chair before slinking out again, and Jack sat down gratefully, settling in.
---
Later Ianto snuggled on the couch between Jack and Owen. He was somewhat awake, after spending the better portion of 3 hours napping on top of Jack, who he had insisted lay on the couch with him despite the lack of room. They had the hub to themselves, sending Tosh and Gwen home with the promise to call if anything job related came up. It was that or listen to the cooing, and covert camera phone clicking, and frankly Owen preferred not being disemboweled or retconned once Ianto was lucid and capable of embarrassment.
As soon as the girls left they had promptly slacked off work and were watching a movie on one of Tosh’s computer screens.
Owen ran a hand up and down Ianto’s back, working out the stiffness in the muscles and lecturing him on reading labels and not buying things that would kill him.
Ianto made a sleepy, grumpy noise, burrowing into Jack, and arching his back under Owen’s touch. "I didn't even know I was allergic to coconut!"
"It's in your file! You were in the hospital for it when you were two!"
"I don't remember being two!"
"That is no excuse!"
Ianto blew a raspberry at Owen against Jack’s neck.
"Owen, leave it. At least wait until he's all the way awake. He probably won't even remember this." Jack said softly.
Owen grumbled and slouched down further on the couch.
Ianto wriggled around until he was draped across Jack, head resting against his lover’s chest, and his legs thrown over Owen’s lap before dozing off again, half asleep and fully medicated.
"You know I never got my afternoon sex." Owen pouted, rearranging the blanket over Ianto’s feet.
Jack sighed. "I know..."
"...wanna go fuck while he's asleep?"
"Owen!"
A low, disapproving grumble came from Ianto, who seemed to purposefully grow heavier, keeping his lovers on the couch. Jack laughed.
"...you're no fun." Owen muttered with a smile. He closed his eyes, putting his feet up on the coffee table and joined Ianto in a afternoon nap.
Next time they would just order online. Someplace without coconut flavored...or the type with glitter. He’d make Ianto research it later.
The End
Author:
dru_evilista qualliFandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack/Owen/Ianto
Rating: M
Disclaimer: We do not own Torchwood of any of it's characters
Author's Notes: This was supposed to be porn...it ended up being hurt/comfort fluff(and domestic!).
--
"IAAAAAAANTO!”
Ianto sighed, handing Tosh her mug of tea. It had been a slow day and Owen was apparently very, very bored. Keeping his back to Owen, Ianto placed Gwen’s mocha on the corner of her desk, balancing a chocolate biscuit on top of it.
“Iaaaaaaaaanto.” Owen called again, stretching the name into a whine, smirking as Ianto’s hand twitched. “I'm dying of starvation!"
"...is that your subtle way of asking me to go pick up lunch?" Ianto asked, eyebrow raised at their resident medic.
"That would be lovely. Broccoli and Beef. Ta."
Ianto rolled his eyes, and set the coffee mug down in front of Owen. “One of these days I’m going to take a vacation, and you’ll have to get your own food. They’ll spit in it you know, when they see who’s picking it up.” He gathered up the small collection of empty drink bottles that Owen had already worked his way through, and headed back to the kitchenette.
"Ianto! If you're going out, stop by the shop, we're out of lube!" Jack bellowed, head poking out of his office.
Owen scowled, rubbing his ear. "We're not all deaf. Though I will be if you keep yelling in my ear from two feet away."
Jack gave Owen a blinding grin, then turned the wattage up a notch, as Ianto glared daggers at him from the coffee station. His hand twitched again.
Gwen and Tosh stared wide eyed, mouths slightly open. Gwen hid a giggle behind her hand.
"...mechanical lube..for the doors and such. Very squeaky lately." Ianto told them calmly, grabbing his coat off the rack on his way out. Behind him he head Jack asking Owen if that was safe for internal use. Ianto covered his face with his hand while the cog door rolled closed behind him.
---
While Ianto waited for the lunch order to be prepared (extra spice for owen, no fortune cookies for Jack), he ducked into the small convenience store across the street. He tried to stop feeling so shifty while he looked for the isle with the lube and condoms.
He'd been having sex long enough this shouldn't still feeling so....awkward. It didn’t help that he was dressed in a suit, something that always made him feel out of place while running errands.
He finally found the right aisle and blinked, eying the wide selection of brands and types of lube. Why did there have to be so many? Which was the one Jack liked? And there was that one brand that gave Owen hives, though Ianto thought they only sold that online. A corner pharmacy wouldn’t stock glitter lube would they?
He glanced over his shoulder and flushed as he saw a small old women giving him an evil look, lips pursed and nose wrinkled in disgust. He quickly snatched the nearest bottle off the shelf and ducked out of the isle, heading for the counter so he could pay and get out of there. And maybe never come back. The old woman looked like his gran.
---
Ianto passed the lunches around, then settled down to eat his own.
He firmly ignored Jack's 'subtle' looks from across the table.
He felt a kick to his ankle and shot Owen a scowl. Owen smirked back at him, popping a piece of beef in his mouth before pulling the chopsticks out just a touch too slowly, hollowing his cheeks more than strictly necessary.
He sometimes wondered what he was thinking, being with these two sex maniacs.
Tosh excused her self, snickering under her breath as she returned to her work station, and a translation program she was working on. Ianto pretended not to know about the filthy fanfics she was reading in between coding programs. In turn Tosh never mentioned the fact that he often disappeared with Jack or Owen during lunch.
Gwen couldn't even hide her giggles, as she went back to her desk to make calls to the police about recent reports, and have text sex with Rhys, when she thought no one was looking. Ianto would use that later if she ever questioned him too much about his weekly “physicals” and “assisted archiving”.
Ianto waited until both women where out of the room before turning on his teasing lovers. "Does the word 'subtle' mean nothing to either of you?" he hissed.
Jack and Owen's playful leers didn't fade in the least. Jack sidled up to Ianto, fingering the napkin Ianto had tucked into his collar to protect his dress shirt. “You know I can’t help myself when you wear this. It’s one of my kinks.”
Ianto narrowed his eyes, and yanked off the napkin. He pulled Owen out of his chair, and pushed them both to the door. “Jack’s Office. Now.” he ordered. When Owen leaned over to get a last mouthful of lunch, Ianto landed a loud smack on his thigh. “Now!”
Owen jumped, his look of surprise quickly turning into lust, and Ianto shoved him out the door.
“Keep an eye on things.” Ianto called out to Tosh and Gwen. “We’re going to be having a meeting about some....policies.” He herded his lovers into the office, shutting the door.
"Down. Now. Clothes off." Ianto pointed to the manhole leading to Jack's room, then roughly started yanking off his tie, and picked up the new bottle of lube, sitting on the edge of Jack’s desk.
"Ooh Dominant Ianto. Sexy!" Jack purred, already down to his boxers.
"Did I say you could talk?"
Jack arranged his face to look properly submissive and apologetic. Owen just laughed while pulling his shirt off.
Ianto snapped his fingers pointing again.
Jack was sitting on the edge, climbing down, and Owen, who was taking his sweet time, followed.
Finally Ianto had them both where he wanted them. Naked, and mostly submissive, in the large bed. Jack had insisted on stripping Ianto, folding his clothes neatly at the foot of the bed. Impressed, Ianto turned on his less obedient lover.
He knelt over Owen, pinning the smaller man down, kissing him almost violently, putting all his frustration into the kiss. Owen liked violent, the same way he liked playing the rebellious sub, and quick messy fucks in the toilets, while Jack was always up for hours spent lazily in bed. Ianto liked the contrast between his lovers.
Owen moaned, and thrust his hips up, grinding against Ianto.
Ianto's hand shot out and grabbed Jack's wrist before he could even wrap a hand around his erection. "Hands off. You two have been driving me insane all day, now I'm going to have my revenge."
Jack whined in the back of his throat, but left his hand where Ianto dropped it, eyes focusing hungrily on his lovers, as Ianto went back to kissing Owen.
“Bossy little prat” Owen muttered, almost fondly into Ianto’s mouth.
Ianto held Owen down, taking what he wanted, ignoring Owen's attempts to maneuver them, or take control of things.
When Owen stilled, letting the other man take charge of the situation, Ianto rocked back on his heels and picked up the lube from where he'd dropped it and popped the top off, squeezing some onto his hand. He wrapped a slick, cool hand around Owen's straining cock. He didn't move, just kept it there, leaning back down to capture Owen’s mouth again.
Owen pulled back from the kiss and whined. "Yan! Come on!"
"What did I tell you about speaking without permission?" Ianto asked taking his hand off Owen’s cock and slapping it over the smaller man’s mouth. Distantly, he hoped he had picked edible lube.
Owen growled and managed to squirm out from under Ianto, and flipped him over and pinned him down smothering his objections with a kiss.
Ianto was distracted by Owen's talented mouth for a moment, before he pushed Owen back over, pinning him down with his larger size. He glanced up and licked his lips, tasting the coconut from the lube. Edible then. He grinned at Jack's glazed over eyes, mouth slightly open, very nearly drooling. "Enjoying the show?"
Jack could only groan, hand twitching towards his crotch, before he restrained himself.
“Good Boy” Ianto murmured.
Ianto felt a tickle in his throat, and coughed slightly shaking his head, before he went back to kissing Owen. After only a few seconds he had to pull back as he started coughing again.
Owen and Jack both frowned as Ianto doubled over. "Ianto? You okay?" Owen shoved the younger man off of him, before hauling him upright.
"I-" Ianto panted, frowning. He'd only been coughing a minute and already his lips were going numb and tingling. He felt hot. “I don't know...something... something’s wrong." Ianto's voice came out in a croak. He reached for his throat, gasping. “h’rts”
Owen yanked his face up and started examining him. He pulled Ianto’s hand away from his neck, feeling it himself, as he studied Ianto’s lips. there were red splotches at the corners. Ianto’s throat spasmed under his fingers. "Shit, his airway's closing off. Jack, help me get him to the autopsy bay!"
Ianto reached for his throat again, clawing at it as he gasped for breath.
"WHAT?! Owen, what's happening?!"
"It looks like anaphylactic shock.”
Jack stared at him blankly.
“Allergic reaction. Come ON Jack! We need to go! Now!"
Jack grabbed Ianto, trying to maneuver him up the ladder. Ianto faltered, clinging to the metal bar as the world spun dizzily. Owen growled and grabbed Ianto, yanking him up as Jack lifted from below. Once on solid ground again Jack lifted Ianto over his shoulder. Owen had bolted ahead of him, and Jack ran to catch up.
Gwen and Tosh stared open mouthed as their co-worked streaked past them, stark naked. Owen led the charge, swearing like a sailor and grabbing things from his desk as he passed.
As soon as Ianto was in the autopsy bay, Owen started working, jabbing Ianto with needles full of epinephrine and antihistamines , and wrestling Ianto’s hand away from his throat so he could start an IV.
Ianto was wheezing, eyes rolling franticly. "Wha- What-" He gasped out clutching at Owen's arm.
"Shh, shh, you're fine. You're fine. Just sit still and shut up, while I work." Owen half comforted, half snapped, while he pushed a oxygen mask over Ianto's mouth and nose, and injected more drugs into Ianto's IV. He flung himself into an office chair, using the momentum to send it rolling up to a computer, and started pulling up files.
Jack clutched Ianto's hand, stroking up and down his arm. "Owen?" He looked at Owen with scared, wide eyes. Ianto was turning white, his eyes shut tightly now. Owen glanced over. “Shock. Lay him down. Shove something under his legs.” The doctor pulled up another window and scanned it while Jack did as instructed.
“Owen-” Jack said again. Owen ignored him, flinging himself out of the chair again, and pulled the oxygen mask off Ianto's face to swab his mouth with a piece of gauze. "It's the fucking lube! God-fucking-dammit! Shit!" Owen grabbed a handful of gauze and sterile water and threw them at Jack. "Clean him off, get all of it off him!" He rushed over to the sink at the top of the stairs and started franticly scrubbing his hands and face. “Get it off of you too.”
Tosh tentatively edged closer to Owen. He hadn’t even noticed the girls at the door. "Owen? What's going on?"
"Ianto's having a anaphylactic reaction. Swallowed some of it. Throat’s swelling, Probably shocky. From the lube." Owen answered shortly, ignoring the fact that he was scrubbing his dick while they watched. Drying his hands off he bolted back down into the autopsy bay, gloved up and started wiping Ianto down with more wet gauze.
Tosh jogged over to the coffee station and grabbed a mug full of water, then went down into the autopsy bay and grabbed a empty basin. "Here.” she said, shaking Ianto’s shoulder to get his attention “Rinse and spit."
Owen shot her a grateful look while he started hooking up monitors, a heart monitor, pulse-ox, and blood pressure cuff along with a variet of alien scanners. He started a saline drip as well.
Ianto stared at her blankly for a moment, but eventually understood and managed to rinse his mouth out. Owen wiped his mouth again and put a clean oxygen mask over his mouth and nose. "Jack, go get the bottle. I need to see the label so I can figure out what he's having a reaction to."
Jack clutched Ianto’s arm and stared at Owen.
"I'll get it." Gwen offered and ducked into Jack office.
Jack held Ianto's now clean hand, rubbing the raw, angry splotches on his palm carefully, stroking Ianto’s hair.
Owen paused in his fluttering around and sighed at Jack. "He's going to be fine, you can stop your womanly hysterics."
Both Jack and Ianto scowled at him. Ianto flopped his free arm, not quite managing to hit Owen but very nearly managing to knock over the IV pole. Owen grabbed it and glared at him.
Gwen bolted down the steps carrying the bottle of lube. "I got it!"
Ianto’s arm flopped over his eyes, and a squeaky, embarrassed groan escaped his swollen throat as he noticed the girls for the first time. Owen glared again and yanked the arm back down. “Stop Moving!” he ordered, then grabbed the bottle and ran over to the computer to start running tests on it, cross referencing with Ianto's medical files.
Tosh went down the hall to grab three pairs of scrubs and a thin blanket for Ianto. Jack shot her a small, strained smile as he quickly pulled the trousers on, and helped Ianto into the bottoms, before tucking the sheet around him. Owen just grunted, still working, and wiggled into the bottoms without taking his eyes off his work. Twice he nearly fell out of the chair, but finally got them up and fastened.
Long minutes passed by as Owen worked and Jack stroked Ianto's hair, still clinging to Ianto's hand. The harsh gasps and wheezes slowly started to fade, replaced by shaky, but much easier breaths.
Now that his breathing was starting to ease, Ianto felt slightly calmer, and he tried to calm Jack down, which was hard since his voice was so muffled and Owen kept fussing at him when he tried to take the oxygen mask off.
Owen didn't turn from the computer, but managed to ding Ianto on the head with a pen, sensing his hand twitching towards the mask. "Stop that! Breathing is important! Just lay down and behave, before I put the restraints on you."
Ianto tugged the mask down and stuck his tongue out at Owen's back. "Are you trying to bribe me, or threaten me?" he wheezed.
Jack stroked Ianto's puffy, reddened cheek and put the mask back on. "Ianto behave. You nearly died, this isn't the time for joking."
“I didn’t nearly die.” came the muffled response
“Did.” Owen said. “Now shut up and let the medicine work.”
“See” Jack said. “Owen said you did.”
"Jack, I nearly die everyday. If I freaked out every time, I'd constantly be huddled in a ball under my desk and I'd never get anything done." Ianto’s speech, hindered by the mask, took a moment to decipher.
“I said no talking!” Owen stood up from the computer and came at Ianto threateningly. Ianto rolled his eyes and held his free hand up. "Not touching the mask. I'm being good, see?" he told the medic muffled.
"You are such a pain in the arse. No talking.”
Owen started to clean the scratches Ianto had left on his throat, using slightly more antiseptic than actually necessary. Ianto winced.
“I should just put you into a coma for your own safety, and for my sanity. And it's coconut."
"...what's coconut?" Ianto blinked.
"What you're allergic to. It's coconut. That's what nearly topped you."
Ianto yanked the mask down again. "What? Coconut? Seriously?! But I hate coconut!"
"Then why did you buy it?! And no talking!"
"...I grabbed the first bottle my hand landed on, cause a lady was staring at me, like I was a perv... and she looked like my gran." Ianto’s accent had thickened, and Jack smiled at the casual language.
"You ARE a pervert!"
"I am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
Owen snarled and settled the argument with a large dose of sedative. "Night, night."
Ianto tried to protest, but his abused throat only allowed him an indignant squeak. Owen crossed his arms and stared him down until Ianto’s eyes fluttered shut.
The doctor sighed and adjusted the exam chair, so it was flat out, and covered Ianto's mouth and nose with the oxygen again. He looked up at Jack. "I want to keep a eye on him for a while longer, then we can move him to the couch to sleep all the drugs off. "
Jack nodded and stood to lean over Ianto and kiss his forehead. "I guess I should get some work done today, if Ianto's going to be alright..."
"He's fine. He'll be asleep for a while, might be woozy and spacey for a while after he wakes up, but he's fine. Well he will be until he realizes Gwen and Tosh witnessed the entire thing." Owen assured him, starting to clean up the autopsy bay.
Jack tried to pull his hand back from Ianto's, but Ianto tightened his grip, pulling Jack’s hand up to his chest. One eye opened half way and ianto muttered something under his mask.
"Well it looks like you're not going anywhere.." Owen snickered, flopping down in his own chair, and bringing up a game of solitaire.
Jack sighed and stroked his fingers though Ianto's hair, until the eye shut again and the grip slackened. Gwen quietly brought in a chair before slinking out again, and Jack sat down gratefully, settling in.
---
Later Ianto snuggled on the couch between Jack and Owen. He was somewhat awake, after spending the better portion of 3 hours napping on top of Jack, who he had insisted lay on the couch with him despite the lack of room. They had the hub to themselves, sending Tosh and Gwen home with the promise to call if anything job related came up. It was that or listen to the cooing, and covert camera phone clicking, and frankly Owen preferred not being disemboweled or retconned once Ianto was lucid and capable of embarrassment.
As soon as the girls left they had promptly slacked off work and were watching a movie on one of Tosh’s computer screens.
Owen ran a hand up and down Ianto’s back, working out the stiffness in the muscles and lecturing him on reading labels and not buying things that would kill him.
Ianto made a sleepy, grumpy noise, burrowing into Jack, and arching his back under Owen’s touch. "I didn't even know I was allergic to coconut!"
"It's in your file! You were in the hospital for it when you were two!"
"I don't remember being two!"
"That is no excuse!"
Ianto blew a raspberry at Owen against Jack’s neck.
"Owen, leave it. At least wait until he's all the way awake. He probably won't even remember this." Jack said softly.
Owen grumbled and slouched down further on the couch.
Ianto wriggled around until he was draped across Jack, head resting against his lover’s chest, and his legs thrown over Owen’s lap before dozing off again, half asleep and fully medicated.
"You know I never got my afternoon sex." Owen pouted, rearranging the blanket over Ianto’s feet.
Jack sighed. "I know..."
"...wanna go fuck while he's asleep?"
"Owen!"
A low, disapproving grumble came from Ianto, who seemed to purposefully grow heavier, keeping his lovers on the couch. Jack laughed.
"...you're no fun." Owen muttered with a smile. He closed his eyes, putting his feet up on the coffee table and joined Ianto in a afternoon nap.
Next time they would just order online. Someplace without coconut flavored...or the type with glitter. He’d make Ianto research it later.
The End
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Date: Friday, May 8th, 2009 06:53 pm (UTC)One tiny typo here "Owen rand a hand up"
(no subject)
Date: Friday, May 8th, 2009 07:06 pm (UTC)And crap! Thank for pointing that out!
(no subject)
Date: Thursday, July 30th, 2009 01:39 pm (UTC)Gwen and Tosh stared open mouthed as their co-worked streaked past them, stark naked. Owen led the charge, swearing like a sailor and grabbing things from his desk as he passed.
Ha ha ha ha ha. Ahem. I meant, poor Ianto. Of course.
And is 'co-worked' deliberate, or a particularly inspired typo? :D
(no subject)
Date: Thursday, July 30th, 2009 07:33 pm (UTC)...and bugger. Yeah. That was a typo.
(no subject)
Date: Thursday, July 30th, 2009 07:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Thursday, July 30th, 2009 08:30 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Thursday, July 30th, 2009 11:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Friday, July 31st, 2009 01:19 am (UTC)I don't miss Owen because HE'S FINE! FIIIINE! Torchwood was a great show that was canceled mid season 2, but everyone is FINE! Happy and shagging and fighting aliens between orgies. *is happily firmly in denial*
(no subject)
Date: Friday, July 31st, 2009 07:58 am (UTC)I'll go along with that. Clan Denial... oh wait, that's HL. :)
I need an Owen icon. And a Tosh icon. Or several.