Warnings: contains suicidal content, dub-con, D/s

I've really, really been the best of fools

He was gone. He had up and vanished in the blink of an eye. Ianto's knees practically gave out at the impact of so much relief, love, and affection disappearing without a trace. It was the smirk on Owen's face that did him in. After bravely proclaiming his need for Jack and tasting his lips while the team watched, Ianto had been ditched just as quickly as Diane had left Owen. Gwen and Tosh avoided his eyes not wanting to see the devastation written out so clearly. Only Owen would really look at him and he held no sympathy for the young man.

The daily routine he once lavished in was now a tedium he could barely bring himself to tolerate. On the one week anniversary of Jack's departure, Ianto decided he had been through enough. It was late, past 11 o'clock and the rest of the team had gone home when Ianto sauntered down to the med lab. Methodically, he removed his immaculately tailored jacket and slipped off his silk tie. He rolled up the sleeves on his shirt and gazed at his pale wrists.

Taking out a pristine scalpel, Ianto made the first cut. A bright pearl of blood formed and started to slide across his fair skin. It was almost beautiful as it pooled to a breaking point and dripped to the old concrete floor. He cut again surprised at how little it hurt and then traded hands slicing his other wrist. The sanguine liquid overwhelmed his senses as he slashed mercilessly at his own flesh. Just as he was beginning to feel the daze of blood loss, the scalpel was taken away from him.

He felt rough hands on his shoulders and heard an irate voice, "What the fuck are you doing?"

Owen sprang into action and started compressing the multiple lacerations. Ianto fell limp into his arms and he just barely managed to lift the man onto the operating table.

When Ianto woke, he looked up into the stern face of the team's doctor. Owen's white scrubs were covered in blood and his eyes were dark with weariness. He glowered fiercely down at Ianto and in a low tone addressed him, "You think you can get out of this so easily? It gets hard and you decide to end it in my medical bay?"

Ianto groggily sat up and put his hand to his sore head. Owen angrily stood in front of him and grabbed his hair pulling Ianto's face in close to his, "We don't get the luxury of deciding our fate. You are staying here and doing your job until your life is wrenched away from you."

Roughly, Owen dragged Ianto to his feet and grabbed his bandaged wrist, "67 stitches. It took 67 stitches to close up those cuts. You owe me 67 days of perfect compliance or I have you locked up."

Ianto was whimpering in pain and trying futilely to wrench himself away but Owen held on tight. The doctor moved his hands to Ianto hips and brought their groins together. Through the thin cotton fabric, Ianto could feel Owen's growing hardness and his own cheeks flushed as he responded. His rational mind seemed to be offline and he couldn't fathom anything other than the heat flowing between them. Owen captured the young man's mouth in a searing, painful kiss that was all teeth and tongue. Ianto moaned into the kiss and pushed himself even closer, running his hands along Owen's back. He felt Owen slide his onto Ianto's arse cheeks and begin to knead them roughly. He then brought his hands to the front and undid Ianto's fly before sliding them under his pants gripping the bare flesh.

Ianto breathlessly pulled away from the kiss and Owen growled into his ear, "Are you such a slut that you can't stand a week without a hard cock?"

Deliriously, Ianto could only moan in response making Owen chuckle softly, "I'll take that as a yes. Get on your knees."

Without complaint, Ianto slid down and looked up into Owen's lust filled eyes. He then slowly moved his hands up Owen's thighs and onto the elastic band of his scrubs before he pulled them down. Briefly he noticed Owen's face soften as the doctor slid his hand behind Ianto's head and guided his mouth onto the hard erection. Ianto surrounded the tip with his soft lips and strong tongue. While lapping and licking at the surprisingly large dick, Ianto could feel Owen's hand curling through his hair.

His own hand fell to his own erection but Owen softly kicked him, growling, "Don't touch yourself. You'll come when I tell you."

Owen then pushed his cock deeper into Ianto's mouth and began to move the young man's head in a slow, steady rhythm. Eventually, Owen began to increase the pace and Ianto knew he was close. He held Ianto's head still and moaned loudly as he came into his mouth. Ianto languidly gazed up at his face and then swallowed. Owen met his gaze and put his fingers under Ianto's chin pulling him to stand. Ianto then met Owen with a slow, wet kiss that seemed to last forever.

Finally, when Owen pulled back he told Ianto in a husky voice, "Take your clothes off."

Ianto complied and stripped himself bare while Owen turned to a cabinet behind him. He pulled out a set of scrubs and threw them over to Ianto, "Put those on, and then take your clothes to the incinerator; when you get back clean up all the blood in this room."

Ianto did as he was told while Owen changed into a fresh set of scrubs and watched as Ianto cleaned. It took nearly an hour but Ianto was able to clean up every trace of what had happened. He felt Owen's hand resting on his back as the man spoke, "Now, I'm taking you home."

When they reached Ianto's flat, Owen followed him in and took him straight to the bedroom. He then proceeded to undress him but instead of continuing what they had started at the Hub, Owen pulled back the covers and directed Ianto under them. He leaned over the young man and ran his hand through his hair, "Sleep. You're not coming into work tomorrow. You are not to leave this flat. I'll come by at noon to check on you."

Almost immediately, Ianto began drifting off to sleep as Owen left the apartment.

Ianto slept soundly that night and well into the morning. He didn't wake until nearly noon. Stumbling into the bathroom, he gazed at his reflection and finally noticed the bandages on his wrists. Suddenly, the events from the night before came flooding into his mind and he would have vomited had anything been in his stomach. Before he could do anything else there was a knock at his door. He blanched remembering that Owen said he was coming to check on him.

He considered not answering but the knocking continued. Meekly he opened the door and Owen stormed in pulling Ianto over to the kitchen table. He took out his kit and motioned for Ianto to show his wrists. Ianto hesitantly obeyed and laid his hands palm up while Owen carefully removed the bandages. Silently, he inspected and cleaned the stitches as Ianto watched with wide eyes. It was almost too much to handle seeing what he had done to himself; it had never crossed his mind that someone would stop him.

When he finished, Owen re-bandaged the wounds and took out a bottle of pills, "These are antibiotics. Take one twice a day with food. Have you eaten lunch?"

Ianto shook his head and replied without meeting Owen's eyes, "No, I'm not hungry."

Owen huffed, "That's too fucking bad; you're eating."

He then stood and looked through the cupboards. Pulling out a can of soup, he began heating it up. Ianto watched in amazement, not knowing what was going on. Owen was helping him but he seemed furious about it. He remembered the night before when Owen threatened to have him locked up and wondered if he actually meant it. It had been a terrifying yet incredibly arousing experience.

Owen placed the bowl of soup in front of Ianto and sternly told him, "Eat all of it."

The doctor sat across from him and watched the entire time. When Ianto finished, Owen took out a pill and handed him a glass of water, "Take this. Are you in any pain?"

Ianto shook his head but Owen asked again, "Ianto, are you in any pain?"

Ianto quietly answered, "A little."

Owen reached into his bag and brought out another bottle of pills. He gave one to Ianto and put the rest away. While Ianto took that pill, Owen went into his bathroom and searched through the medicine cabinet removing anything Ianto could potentially overdose on. He gathered up his things and went toward the door but before he left he turned, "You hardly have any food so I'm having some groceries delivered here this afternoon. I'm going to come back at 8:00 and I want you to have dinner ready. I told the girls you have the flu and since Tosh said the rift is predicted to be quiet for the next few days, you are going to stay home and rest." Owen then opened the door and stormed out.

As Owen had told him, around 4 o'clock a teenager showed up at the door with two large bags of groceries. When Ianto went to pay him, the kid said it was already taken care of. Ianto tried to give him a tip and he refused telling him, "I was told not to take anything."

While he unpacked the food, Ianto wondered just what Owen was playing at and to his surprise was nervous about cooking for him. He couldn't decide what to wear but since Owen had told him to rest, he opted for a simple t-shirt and track pants. For dinner, he prepared a pasta dish he had seen Owen order for lunch before. With the groceries, Owen had ordered a bottle of wine. Ianto couldn't decide if he should serve that or make coffee. In compromise, he prepared coffee but set the bottle and two wine glasses out in the living room.

Almost exactly at 8 o'clock, Owen arrived carrying a different bag with him. After removing his jacket, he sat at the table and smiled slightly, "You made coffee, wonderful. I've been missing that all day."

Ianto couldn't believe it but his heart raced at just that slight compliment. The dinner was peaceful with Owen mostly talking about what he did that day and how Gwen was bossing him and Tosh around. Ianto ate quietly and snuck quick glances at the doctor trying to read something from his face. However, there seemed to be nothing different about him.

Eventually, Ianto couldn't stand it and as he was putting away the dishes, he spoke, "Owen, about last night, I don't know what-"

Owen interrupted him, "Looks like you found the wine, great. Let's have a glass."

He took out his Swiss army knife and popped the cork. After pouring one glass, he looked back toward Ianto who was still standing confused in the kitchen, "Come here and sit."

Once again, Ianto obeyed Owen's command and joined him on the sofa. He began to pour his own glass but Owen stopped him, "Not while you're on antibiotics."

After watching Owen slowly drink his wine, Ianto tried speaking again, "What is going on here?"

Owen sighed and finished his drink, "I told you last night: you belong to me now. You were throwing away your life and I took it."

Ianto recoiled, "Does that mean I'm your slave? That doesn't sound very Hippocratic."

Owen rolled his eyes, "Don't be so dramatic. I'm giving you what you need, what we both need. I felt what passed between us. Admit it: you enjoyed yourself, it felt . . . right."

Ianto wanted to but couldn't bring himself to deny that what Owen was saying was true. While he tried to think of a reply, Owen put his wine glass on the table. He then reached over and placed his hand behind Ianto's neck pulling him into a passionate kiss. When Owen slid his tongue in, Ianto moaned and seemed to melt into the embrace. Owen slid his other hand down Ianto's back just inside the waist band of his track pants.

Suddenly, Owen pulled away and stood up. Ianto unconsciously found himself groaning in disappointment making Owen grin as he took Ianto's hand motioned for him to follow. Leading Ianto toward the bedroom, Owen grabbed the bag he had brought with him. Once in the room, Owen set the bag down on the bed and in a low voice told Ianto, "Take your clothes off."

Ianto complied and stripped quickly before looking to Owen for further instructions. Owen took off his own shirt and spoke more softly than before, "Lie down."

As he obeyed, Owen started rummaging through his bag. He took out a bottle of lube and a small vibrator then climbed onto the bed next to Ianto. Pouring a generous amount of lube into his hand, he applied it to Ianto's stiffening cock and firmly stroked him to a full erection. Moving down, he applied lube to Ianto's entrance, teasing it with his finger. Ianto rolled his hips trying to coerce Owen to penetrate him, but Owen laughed lightly and placed a kiss to Ianto's mouth before whispering, "Patience."

Slowly, Owen pushed a finger inside Ianto causing him to arch his back and curl his toes. As Owen placed a light kiss to Ianto's stomach, he slid in another finger and gradually widened the tight entrance. Ianto tightly gripped the duvet below him relishing the intense feeling of losing control. Just as he was wishing Owen would add another finger, the man withdrew and Ianto groaned in displeasure. He looked up desperately to see Owen reaching for the small vibrator. Seeing Ianto's lust filled eyes, Owen brought the device up to Ianto's mouth and commanded, "Suck it."

Obediently Ianto wrapped his lips around the smooth shaft and massaged it with his wet tongue. Owen moved it slowly in and out of his mouth while he ran his free hand along Ianto's inner thigh. After a few minutes, Owen removed the vibrator from Ianto's mouth and replaced it with his own tongue that Ianto eagerly sucked at. While kissing him deeply, Owen brought the toy up to Ianto's entrance and began pushing it in an inch at a time. Once it was inside him fully, Owen pulled his mouth away from Ianto's and smiled devilishly.

With the lightest flick of his finger, Owen turned the device on causing a gasp of intense pleasure to spill from Ianto's mouth. The vibrations flowed throughout his entire body causing all his muscles to flex. Owen sat back and watched the young man writhing uncontrollably on the bed. He reached down and unbuttoned his fly then removed his jeans altogether. Rubbing himself through his underwear, he noticed Ianto's hand had flown out and was trying to pull the boxers off of him.

Teasingly, Owen questioned him, "What do you want?"

Ianto breathlessly tried to answer but couldn't form the words so Owen leaned in closer, "Say what you want."

Between gasps Ianto moaned out, "Your cock. I want it inside me."

With his lips right up against Ianto's ear, Owen purred, "I don't think you're ready for that, yet."

Ianto begged loudly, "Please, I need it."

Playfully biting Ianto's earlobe, Owen whispered, "Since you asked so nicely."

He then reached down and in one swift movement removed the vibrator causing Ianto to gasp at the sudden loss. Placing his hand on Ianto's hip, he pushed the young man away from him onto his side. He then reached over and took the bottle of lube applying it to his hard dick. After putting aside the bottle, he lifted Ianto's leg and brought himself up to the loosened entrance. Ianto turned his head to look at Owen and placed a lingering kiss on his lips while Owen pushed himself inside.

They fucked slowly at first but eventually increased the pace when Owen found Ianto's prostate. With each movement, he hit the gland precisely while running his right hand through Ianto's hair and massaging his chest with his left hand bringing their bodies flush together. Ianto's mind was nearly blank making Owen's body the only thing he could think of and finishing the only goal. Owen began increasing his pace and Ianto could tell he was close.

With a hoarse voice, Owen told Ianto, "You can come now."

As if his words were a magic command, Ianto began to spasm in orgasm and he came all over his stomach after barely touching his aching cock. Right after he finished, Owen pushed himself in completely and came inside. After a long moment, he pulled out and moved to the side of the bed sitting up. Ianto lay on his back, panting and looked over at Owen. With the dim street light coming through the window, he could see the bullet wound on Owen's shoulder. Suddenly, he felt an incredible sadness at the cruel things they had said and done to each other.

Ianto crawled over to Owen and wrapped himself around the man's back. He placed his hands on Owen's chest and brought his lips to his neck. Owen placed his hands on top of Ianto's and breathed out slowly. They sat like that for several long minutes just listening to each other's heart beats. Ianto felt a peace he hadn't felt in a long time. That night Ianto convinced Owen to stay and they slept wrapped in each other's arms.