Torchwood Fic: Animal Inside 1/2 NC-17
Title: Animal Inside
Pairing: Gwen/Owen
Spoilers: Season One
Rating/Warning: NC-17 (sex and swearing, a touch of violence)
Disclaimer: I so don't own 'em. Only wish I did.
Summary: Owen's behavior changes and the team suspects he's been poisoned.
The door to the flat flew open with a bang and Owen and Gwen stumbled inside. His fingers tangled in her hair, and she clutched at his leather jacket. He kicked the door closed with his foot as they both shrugged off jackets and kicked off shoes. Gwen kissed him, her hands on either side of his face while he walked them back into the lounge. His tongue fought with hers and his hands roamed over her body.
She felt him untuck her shirt, pulling the material free of her trousers, and then his hands, hot against her back. Owen's mouth moved down her neck, sucking lightly at the pulse point, tongue dipping into the hollow of her throat, over her collarbone. She moaned when she felt teeth scrape over her skin.
His hands returned to the front of her shirt, fumbling at the buttons. With a soft curse, Owen tore the shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. Gwen opened her mouth to make a joke and his mouth covered hers, silencing her. He yanked the shirt down her arms, but not off, leaving her hands and forearms trapped in the tangled material. She gasped as he shoved her hard against the wall, his fingers teasing her breasts through her bra. She'd worn this one knowing he considered it one of his favorites, royal blue silk and lace, and he made a noise of appreciation.
Gwen let her head fall back when he bent to take her breast into his mouth through the material. His fingers pinched the nipple of her other breast and she struggled to free herself from her shirt.
Finally, she successfully pulled her hands loose from the material and reached up to unhook her bra. Owen dragged the straps down over her arms and tossed it aside. Before he could return to his ministrations, Gwen tugged his t-shirt up and over his head. She scraped her nails over his chest and then bent her head to draw her tongue over one nipple. She noticed his skin felt warmer than normal, almost hot, and she wondered briefly if he had a fever. Owen hissed and grabbed her around the waist, compelling her to walk towards the bedroom. He kissed her again, taking the thought away, biting her lower lip gently before soothing the bite with his tongue.
The back of Gwen's legs hit the bed and he shoved her backwards. Gwen found herself even more turned on by the feral look on Owen's face. He watched her with a possessive, almost animal gaze, as if he was claiming her or something. His hands went to the fastening of her trousers and removed them easily. She swallowed hard when he leaned over her, one knee on the bed, his hand trailing up the inside of her thigh. Slowly, one finger slid inside her pants and up over her clit, brushing her teasingly soft. He leaned down and captured her mouth. She felt his hands at the waistband of her knickers and then he pulled, tearing the thin silk. The action caused her to gasp as her hips were jerked upward.
"What is this thing you have for destroying my clothes tonight?" Gwen questioned, her hands undoing his belt.
Owen shrugged. "I just need you." His voice was gravelly and low, almost a growl. He dropped his head to her breasts, all gentleness gone from his movements. He drew gasps and moans from Gwen, whose hands worked ineffectually at the fly of his jeans. He pushed her hands away and stood up, stripping the trousers and his boxers off.
Gwen scooted back on the bed, almost uncomfortable with the intensity of his gaze. She felt for a moment like prey being stalked by a larger predator. He leaned forward, one knee back on the bed, the other leg still on the floor, and pressed a kiss to the skin below her navel. Then his mouth went lower. She arched up off the bed when his tongue touched her clit, crying out as his teeth scraped over her and he sucked lightly. She felt two fingers enter her, pumping in and out as he ran his tongue over her in strong strokes.
Abruptly, he stopped and Gwen moaned the loss. He grabbed her hips and slid her towards him. Kneeling between her legs, he angled her hips and thrust into her in one stroke. His movements quickly became hard and forceful, his fingers digging into her hips. Gwen wrapped her legs around his waist and drew him down to her. Her breathing sped up as his weight settled on her and his hands came up to capture her wrists, pinning them above her head. He kissed her hard, teeth clashing as he drove into her.
Owen wasn't normally so rough when they had sex, but Gwen found she liked it. She tried to match his aggression, but ended up giggling instead. "Feeling a bit possessive today, Owen?" she asked breathily.
His eyes met hers and she gasped at the animal-like intensity she saw in them. His hand left one of hers and trailed down her arm, over her breast, stopping to tug on the nipple, drawing a squeak from her, before heading lower. He leaned up slightly and his fingers slipped between their bodies to touch her, drawing more noises from her lips. He grinned as her body began to tighten around him, legs holding him tighter.
Gwen let her eyes drift shut and felt him lick a wet line over her neck and shoulder. "Mine," she heard him mutter. "Not Rhys', not Jack's. You're mine." The words came out in a growl and her eyes flew open as he sank his teeth into curve where her neck meets her shoulder just as she came. Her back arched and she pressed herself into Owen, shuddering as her orgasm took her. His teeth ground into her skin as Gwen shook. Owen came a few moments later, releasing her neck and breathing out her name.
They lay there, her legs still wrapped around his waist, him still inside her, both panting hard. Owen gently bathed the bite mark with his tongue. Gwen freed her hand from Owen's and stroked his back.
Just as she opened her mouth to say something, Gwen heard her mobile ring. She pushed at Owen to let her up, but he didn't move.
"Don’t answer it," he snarled softly. She nodded and drew his mouth up to hers. She dropped her legs from his waist. Owen tugged the duvet over them, rolling off of Gwen and pulling her into his arms. A minute later, his mobile rang and then Gwen's rang for a second time.
"There can only be one reason why we're both getting phone calls," Gwen pointed out as she pushed back the covers to go find her mobile. As she moved, she felt a not-unpleasant ache in her body and stinging at her neck and knew she would be sore in the morning. She padded into the lounge naked and dug her mobile from her purse.
She pressed the phone to her ear. "Yeah?"
"Gwen! Great, I need you." Jack sounded out of breath and Gwen could bet he was chasing something. He gave her an address, not far from the place they'd found the Weevil fight club. She hung up and went in search of her clothes. She found her bra on the floor near her phone and she scooped it up along with her shirt. The shirt no longer had any buttons and one arm had a tear in it from her trying to get untangled. She slipped her bra on and fastened it, then went back into the bedroom. She found her jeans near the window and pulled them on without knickers, her own having been ruined by Owen's enthusiasm.
"Owen, I need a shirt." She turned and found him dressed in only his jeans. He was giving her the animal stare again and she approached him carefully. "Owen?"
He snaked an arm around her waist and hauled her body against his. Her hands went to his shoulders to steady herself. The fingers of one hand trailed over her neck, brushing lightly against the bite marks. "I marked you," he said, sounding almost proud of the fact. He pressed his lips against hers then, and kissed her softly and tenderly.
When he released her, she grabbed his hairbrush and ran it through her hair quickly. He handed her a soft purple t-shirt with the name of some band on it. She slipped it on over her head and followed him to the door. They pulled on shoes and socks and rushed out of the flat, Gwen snagging her purse as they left.
***
Owen drove with even less regard for the traffic laws than usual. Gwen found herself clutching her seat belt as they sped through the Cardiff streets. He stopped with a squeal of brakes and tires next to the Torchwood SUV and they jumped out of the car, running in the direction of the warehouse.
Inside, they found Jack and Ianto battling with a pair of Weevils. Jack grinned when he saw them.
"These two are being particularly nasty today. They don't want to come in with us," Jack said cheerfully. "What's really interesting is this." He started to approach the two Weevils and the one stepped forward, pushing the other behind, hissing and swiping at Jack.
"The one's protecting the other," Gwen remarked.
Ianto nodded. "Jack theorizes that the smaller one is the larger one's mate. He's protecting her from us." He handed her and Owen cans of Weevil spray.
The Weevils suddenly bolted, heading into the stacks of crates on the far side of the space. Gwen took off after them, following Jack, with Ianto and Owen trailing behind her. Jack darted left after one of them and Gwen went after the other. She skidded around a corner and ran headlong into the Weevil. She cried out and fell backwards, her Weevil spray skidding across the floor. The Weevil growled at her, bending forward, claws extended. Gwen scrambled backwards, trying to get away from the creature in front of her. Another growl came from behind her and she closed her eyes, waiting for the two Weevils to tear her apart.
Nothing happened and she opened her eyes. Owen stood over her, snarling at the Weevil. She watching as the Weevil cowered under Owen's challenging stare. Ianto appeared behind the Weevil and restrained it without too much trouble.
"Jack's got the other one." Ianto watched Owen warily. Owen's eyes never left the Weevil as Ianto led it away.
Once the Weevil was out of sight, Owen turned to Gwen, holding out a hand to help her up. She let him pull her to her feet and into his arms. "You all right?" His voice sounded rough and gravely.
She nodded. "Thanks."
"Owen?" Jack's voice startled them both. Owen turned with a growl that quickly died when he saw who it was.
"We're all right," he called to Jack.
"Meet us back at the Hub, okay?" Jack didn't say anything about Owen's slightly odd behavior. Owen nodded. He kept a hold of Gwen's hand as they walked back to the vehicles.
***
Back at the Hub, Gwen helped Ianto get the Weevils into the cells. Ianto touched her arm when they reached the door.
"Gwen, are you all right? You could have been seriously hurt." Concern filled Ianto's soft voice.
She smiled and nodded. "I'm fine. Owen came to the rescue." She turned to leave, but again, Ianto's hand on her arm stopped her.
"Gwen, did it bite you?" He pushed her hair back from her neck, revealing the teeth marks Owen had left.
Gwen blushed and shook her head. "No, it was someone else." She pushed Ianto's fussing hands away. "It's fine. He didn't even break the skin." Ianto didn't look convinced, but let it drop anyway. Gwen gave him another smile and went back into the main area of the Hub.
Jack called to her from his office. Gwen bounced up the stairs to his office, throwing a quick smile at Owen on the way. "What's up, Jack?"
"Just checking on you. On the way back to the Hub, Ianto said you had a bit of a run in with one of our friends there." He leaned against the glass wall overlooking the Hub.
Gwen stepped over to the window and leaned opposite Jack. She let her head fall against the window. "I'm fine. Owen got to the Weevil before it got to me."
"Speaking of, what exactly did he do? Ianto said he was just sort of standing there growling." Jack turned his gaze on her.
"That's what he did. I heard a growling behind me and I thought it was the other one. Figured that was it for me. Next thing I know, Owen standing over me, snarling at the Weevil and it was cowering. Then Ianto showed up." A thought struck Gwen. "He acted like that Weevil did when it was protecting its mate." She looked back out over the workstations. Toshiko sat at her desk, typing furiously. Owen sat with his feet up, keyboard on his lap, lazily scrolling through whatever was on his screen, a pen in his mouth. She could see no sign of the odd behavior he'd been exhibiting earlier.
A strange noise and a light touch on her neck made her jump. She turned and found Jack's gaze directed at her throat. "Who bit you?" he asked tightly.
"Why? It's nothing. Didn't even break the skin." She tried to brush Jack away like she did with Ianto, but he wasn't having it. With a sigh, she resigned herself to the examination.
Jack leaned in close, brushing her hair back and pulling the neck of the t-shirt to the side to get a better look. "Owen did this?" His fingers probe the marks gently. Gwen nodded.
"It was consensual, Jack." Gwen threw him a look.
Jack gestured for her to sit down. "Have you noticed anything odd about Owen's behavior lately?" He poured her a measure of whiskey.
She sipped her drink and thought. She had noticed some changes in Owen. "He's been much more aggressive lately. Not with me," she added at Jack's alarmed look. "Well, not in a bad way." She blushed furiously as the memory of earlier events came back to her. "Possessive too. Calling me his." Jack didn’t say anything. He looking like he was processing the information. "This is going to sound really strange, but I noticed his skin's been hotter than usual. And his voice's gone deeper."
"He's a bit out of puberty for that to be happening." Jack joked, but the serious look never really left his face. He looked at her after a moment, as if remembering she was still there. "Thanks, Gwen. You'll tell me if you notice anything else?"
She nodded and left Jack deep in thought. Out in the main room, loud voices drew her attention. Ianto and Owen stood close, staring each other down. Toshiko hovered near the two men, concern on her face.
"What business is it of yours?" Owen shouted. He glared up at Ianto.
"She's my friend and you marked her." Ianto's voice stayed its normal calm tone.
A sudden growl came from Owen. "She's mine," he said and took a swing at Ianto. Toshiko jumped away from them with a shout.
Ianto leapt back, scrabbling for a weapon. Owen snarled and ran forward, toward Ianto. Reaching into his pocket, Ianto drew out a thin cylinder. At the same moment, Owen slammed into him, hands at Ianto's throat. Ianto aimed the cylinder at Owen and depressed the trigger.
Owen shrieked and backed off of Ianto, wiping at his face with his hands. Gwen rushed forward and tried to pull Owen's hands from his face. "It burns," he snarled.
She nodded, tugging his hands away more firmly. "I know, but the more you rub, more it'll hurt. Come on." She pulled him upright and down to the closest water, the basin of the water tower. Gwen had him kneel next to the water and lean his face close to the pool. She splashed water up into his eyes, trying to wash away the burning chemical. The irony of her taking care of their medic wasn't lost on her. Looking back, she found Ianto and Jack watching her from the stairs. Toshiko stood a few steps up. "Was that mace?" she asked Ianto.
Ianto looked stunned. He shook his head. "Weevil spray."
"But that's not supposed to affect humans," Owen sputtered, water running down his face, his eyes swollen and red.
Jack looked serious. "I know." He stepped down onto their level and approached them cautiously. "Gwen, I'm going to need your help."
"With what?" she asked puzzled. She splashed more water onto Owen's face. Jack held up a syringe and motioned for her not to say anything. She turned her attention back to Owen who kept trying to look back at Jack. "Owen, how do you feel?"
He focused on her. "It fucking hurts. It shouldn't hurt."
Jack jabbed the needle into the back of Owen's neck and Owen reared up. Gwen grabbed him, throwing her arms around his chest. He threw her off, but Jack had already pressed the plunger, sending the sedative into Owen's body. A few moments later, Owen slumped to the ground.
"Ianto, help me get him into a cell," Jack called. He picked up Owen under the arms and Ianto got his feet. Gwen and Toshiko followed them.
"Jack, what's wrong with Owen?" Toshiko asked after he and Ianto deposited the smaller man in a cell. "Why did the Weevil spray burn him?"
Jack stood, arms crossed, watching the unconscious man in the cell. "I have an idea. But I don't like it." He motioned for them to follow him.
Pairing: Gwen/Owen
Spoilers: Season One
Rating/Warning: NC-17 (sex and swearing, a touch of violence)
Disclaimer: I so don't own 'em. Only wish I did.
Summary: Owen's behavior changes and the team suspects he's been poisoned.
The door to the flat flew open with a bang and Owen and Gwen stumbled inside. His fingers tangled in her hair, and she clutched at his leather jacket. He kicked the door closed with his foot as they both shrugged off jackets and kicked off shoes. Gwen kissed him, her hands on either side of his face while he walked them back into the lounge. His tongue fought with hers and his hands roamed over her body.
She felt him untuck her shirt, pulling the material free of her trousers, and then his hands, hot against her back. Owen's mouth moved down her neck, sucking lightly at the pulse point, tongue dipping into the hollow of her throat, over her collarbone. She moaned when she felt teeth scrape over her skin.
His hands returned to the front of her shirt, fumbling at the buttons. With a soft curse, Owen tore the shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. Gwen opened her mouth to make a joke and his mouth covered hers, silencing her. He yanked the shirt down her arms, but not off, leaving her hands and forearms trapped in the tangled material. She gasped as he shoved her hard against the wall, his fingers teasing her breasts through her bra. She'd worn this one knowing he considered it one of his favorites, royal blue silk and lace, and he made a noise of appreciation.
Gwen let her head fall back when he bent to take her breast into his mouth through the material. His fingers pinched the nipple of her other breast and she struggled to free herself from her shirt.
Finally, she successfully pulled her hands loose from the material and reached up to unhook her bra. Owen dragged the straps down over her arms and tossed it aside. Before he could return to his ministrations, Gwen tugged his t-shirt up and over his head. She scraped her nails over his chest and then bent her head to draw her tongue over one nipple. She noticed his skin felt warmer than normal, almost hot, and she wondered briefly if he had a fever. Owen hissed and grabbed her around the waist, compelling her to walk towards the bedroom. He kissed her again, taking the thought away, biting her lower lip gently before soothing the bite with his tongue.
The back of Gwen's legs hit the bed and he shoved her backwards. Gwen found herself even more turned on by the feral look on Owen's face. He watched her with a possessive, almost animal gaze, as if he was claiming her or something. His hands went to the fastening of her trousers and removed them easily. She swallowed hard when he leaned over her, one knee on the bed, his hand trailing up the inside of her thigh. Slowly, one finger slid inside her pants and up over her clit, brushing her teasingly soft. He leaned down and captured her mouth. She felt his hands at the waistband of her knickers and then he pulled, tearing the thin silk. The action caused her to gasp as her hips were jerked upward.
"What is this thing you have for destroying my clothes tonight?" Gwen questioned, her hands undoing his belt.
Owen shrugged. "I just need you." His voice was gravelly and low, almost a growl. He dropped his head to her breasts, all gentleness gone from his movements. He drew gasps and moans from Gwen, whose hands worked ineffectually at the fly of his jeans. He pushed her hands away and stood up, stripping the trousers and his boxers off.
Gwen scooted back on the bed, almost uncomfortable with the intensity of his gaze. She felt for a moment like prey being stalked by a larger predator. He leaned forward, one knee back on the bed, the other leg still on the floor, and pressed a kiss to the skin below her navel. Then his mouth went lower. She arched up off the bed when his tongue touched her clit, crying out as his teeth scraped over her and he sucked lightly. She felt two fingers enter her, pumping in and out as he ran his tongue over her in strong strokes.
Abruptly, he stopped and Gwen moaned the loss. He grabbed her hips and slid her towards him. Kneeling between her legs, he angled her hips and thrust into her in one stroke. His movements quickly became hard and forceful, his fingers digging into her hips. Gwen wrapped her legs around his waist and drew him down to her. Her breathing sped up as his weight settled on her and his hands came up to capture her wrists, pinning them above her head. He kissed her hard, teeth clashing as he drove into her.
Owen wasn't normally so rough when they had sex, but Gwen found she liked it. She tried to match his aggression, but ended up giggling instead. "Feeling a bit possessive today, Owen?" she asked breathily.
His eyes met hers and she gasped at the animal-like intensity she saw in them. His hand left one of hers and trailed down her arm, over her breast, stopping to tug on the nipple, drawing a squeak from her, before heading lower. He leaned up slightly and his fingers slipped between their bodies to touch her, drawing more noises from her lips. He grinned as her body began to tighten around him, legs holding him tighter.
Gwen let her eyes drift shut and felt him lick a wet line over her neck and shoulder. "Mine," she heard him mutter. "Not Rhys', not Jack's. You're mine." The words came out in a growl and her eyes flew open as he sank his teeth into curve where her neck meets her shoulder just as she came. Her back arched and she pressed herself into Owen, shuddering as her orgasm took her. His teeth ground into her skin as Gwen shook. Owen came a few moments later, releasing her neck and breathing out her name.
They lay there, her legs still wrapped around his waist, him still inside her, both panting hard. Owen gently bathed the bite mark with his tongue. Gwen freed her hand from Owen's and stroked his back.
Just as she opened her mouth to say something, Gwen heard her mobile ring. She pushed at Owen to let her up, but he didn't move.
"Don’t answer it," he snarled softly. She nodded and drew his mouth up to hers. She dropped her legs from his waist. Owen tugged the duvet over them, rolling off of Gwen and pulling her into his arms. A minute later, his mobile rang and then Gwen's rang for a second time.
"There can only be one reason why we're both getting phone calls," Gwen pointed out as she pushed back the covers to go find her mobile. As she moved, she felt a not-unpleasant ache in her body and stinging at her neck and knew she would be sore in the morning. She padded into the lounge naked and dug her mobile from her purse.
She pressed the phone to her ear. "Yeah?"
"Gwen! Great, I need you." Jack sounded out of breath and Gwen could bet he was chasing something. He gave her an address, not far from the place they'd found the Weevil fight club. She hung up and went in search of her clothes. She found her bra on the floor near her phone and she scooped it up along with her shirt. The shirt no longer had any buttons and one arm had a tear in it from her trying to get untangled. She slipped her bra on and fastened it, then went back into the bedroom. She found her jeans near the window and pulled them on without knickers, her own having been ruined by Owen's enthusiasm.
"Owen, I need a shirt." She turned and found him dressed in only his jeans. He was giving her the animal stare again and she approached him carefully. "Owen?"
He snaked an arm around her waist and hauled her body against his. Her hands went to his shoulders to steady herself. The fingers of one hand trailed over her neck, brushing lightly against the bite marks. "I marked you," he said, sounding almost proud of the fact. He pressed his lips against hers then, and kissed her softly and tenderly.
When he released her, she grabbed his hairbrush and ran it through her hair quickly. He handed her a soft purple t-shirt with the name of some band on it. She slipped it on over her head and followed him to the door. They pulled on shoes and socks and rushed out of the flat, Gwen snagging her purse as they left.
***
Owen drove with even less regard for the traffic laws than usual. Gwen found herself clutching her seat belt as they sped through the Cardiff streets. He stopped with a squeal of brakes and tires next to the Torchwood SUV and they jumped out of the car, running in the direction of the warehouse.
Inside, they found Jack and Ianto battling with a pair of Weevils. Jack grinned when he saw them.
"These two are being particularly nasty today. They don't want to come in with us," Jack said cheerfully. "What's really interesting is this." He started to approach the two Weevils and the one stepped forward, pushing the other behind, hissing and swiping at Jack.
"The one's protecting the other," Gwen remarked.
Ianto nodded. "Jack theorizes that the smaller one is the larger one's mate. He's protecting her from us." He handed her and Owen cans of Weevil spray.
The Weevils suddenly bolted, heading into the stacks of crates on the far side of the space. Gwen took off after them, following Jack, with Ianto and Owen trailing behind her. Jack darted left after one of them and Gwen went after the other. She skidded around a corner and ran headlong into the Weevil. She cried out and fell backwards, her Weevil spray skidding across the floor. The Weevil growled at her, bending forward, claws extended. Gwen scrambled backwards, trying to get away from the creature in front of her. Another growl came from behind her and she closed her eyes, waiting for the two Weevils to tear her apart.
Nothing happened and she opened her eyes. Owen stood over her, snarling at the Weevil. She watching as the Weevil cowered under Owen's challenging stare. Ianto appeared behind the Weevil and restrained it without too much trouble.
"Jack's got the other one." Ianto watched Owen warily. Owen's eyes never left the Weevil as Ianto led it away.
Once the Weevil was out of sight, Owen turned to Gwen, holding out a hand to help her up. She let him pull her to her feet and into his arms. "You all right?" His voice sounded rough and gravely.
She nodded. "Thanks."
"Owen?" Jack's voice startled them both. Owen turned with a growl that quickly died when he saw who it was.
"We're all right," he called to Jack.
"Meet us back at the Hub, okay?" Jack didn't say anything about Owen's slightly odd behavior. Owen nodded. He kept a hold of Gwen's hand as they walked back to the vehicles.
***
Back at the Hub, Gwen helped Ianto get the Weevils into the cells. Ianto touched her arm when they reached the door.
"Gwen, are you all right? You could have been seriously hurt." Concern filled Ianto's soft voice.
She smiled and nodded. "I'm fine. Owen came to the rescue." She turned to leave, but again, Ianto's hand on her arm stopped her.
"Gwen, did it bite you?" He pushed her hair back from her neck, revealing the teeth marks Owen had left.
Gwen blushed and shook her head. "No, it was someone else." She pushed Ianto's fussing hands away. "It's fine. He didn't even break the skin." Ianto didn't look convinced, but let it drop anyway. Gwen gave him another smile and went back into the main area of the Hub.
Jack called to her from his office. Gwen bounced up the stairs to his office, throwing a quick smile at Owen on the way. "What's up, Jack?"
"Just checking on you. On the way back to the Hub, Ianto said you had a bit of a run in with one of our friends there." He leaned against the glass wall overlooking the Hub.
Gwen stepped over to the window and leaned opposite Jack. She let her head fall against the window. "I'm fine. Owen got to the Weevil before it got to me."
"Speaking of, what exactly did he do? Ianto said he was just sort of standing there growling." Jack turned his gaze on her.
"That's what he did. I heard a growling behind me and I thought it was the other one. Figured that was it for me. Next thing I know, Owen standing over me, snarling at the Weevil and it was cowering. Then Ianto showed up." A thought struck Gwen. "He acted like that Weevil did when it was protecting its mate." She looked back out over the workstations. Toshiko sat at her desk, typing furiously. Owen sat with his feet up, keyboard on his lap, lazily scrolling through whatever was on his screen, a pen in his mouth. She could see no sign of the odd behavior he'd been exhibiting earlier.
A strange noise and a light touch on her neck made her jump. She turned and found Jack's gaze directed at her throat. "Who bit you?" he asked tightly.
"Why? It's nothing. Didn't even break the skin." She tried to brush Jack away like she did with Ianto, but he wasn't having it. With a sigh, she resigned herself to the examination.
Jack leaned in close, brushing her hair back and pulling the neck of the t-shirt to the side to get a better look. "Owen did this?" His fingers probe the marks gently. Gwen nodded.
"It was consensual, Jack." Gwen threw him a look.
Jack gestured for her to sit down. "Have you noticed anything odd about Owen's behavior lately?" He poured her a measure of whiskey.
She sipped her drink and thought. She had noticed some changes in Owen. "He's been much more aggressive lately. Not with me," she added at Jack's alarmed look. "Well, not in a bad way." She blushed furiously as the memory of earlier events came back to her. "Possessive too. Calling me his." Jack didn’t say anything. He looking like he was processing the information. "This is going to sound really strange, but I noticed his skin's been hotter than usual. And his voice's gone deeper."
"He's a bit out of puberty for that to be happening." Jack joked, but the serious look never really left his face. He looked at her after a moment, as if remembering she was still there. "Thanks, Gwen. You'll tell me if you notice anything else?"
She nodded and left Jack deep in thought. Out in the main room, loud voices drew her attention. Ianto and Owen stood close, staring each other down. Toshiko hovered near the two men, concern on her face.
"What business is it of yours?" Owen shouted. He glared up at Ianto.
"She's my friend and you marked her." Ianto's voice stayed its normal calm tone.
A sudden growl came from Owen. "She's mine," he said and took a swing at Ianto. Toshiko jumped away from them with a shout.
Ianto leapt back, scrabbling for a weapon. Owen snarled and ran forward, toward Ianto. Reaching into his pocket, Ianto drew out a thin cylinder. At the same moment, Owen slammed into him, hands at Ianto's throat. Ianto aimed the cylinder at Owen and depressed the trigger.
Owen shrieked and backed off of Ianto, wiping at his face with his hands. Gwen rushed forward and tried to pull Owen's hands from his face. "It burns," he snarled.
She nodded, tugging his hands away more firmly. "I know, but the more you rub, more it'll hurt. Come on." She pulled him upright and down to the closest water, the basin of the water tower. Gwen had him kneel next to the water and lean his face close to the pool. She splashed water up into his eyes, trying to wash away the burning chemical. The irony of her taking care of their medic wasn't lost on her. Looking back, she found Ianto and Jack watching her from the stairs. Toshiko stood a few steps up. "Was that mace?" she asked Ianto.
Ianto looked stunned. He shook his head. "Weevil spray."
"But that's not supposed to affect humans," Owen sputtered, water running down his face, his eyes swollen and red.
Jack looked serious. "I know." He stepped down onto their level and approached them cautiously. "Gwen, I'm going to need your help."
"With what?" she asked puzzled. She splashed more water onto Owen's face. Jack held up a syringe and motioned for her not to say anything. She turned her attention back to Owen who kept trying to look back at Jack. "Owen, how do you feel?"
He focused on her. "It fucking hurts. It shouldn't hurt."
Jack jabbed the needle into the back of Owen's neck and Owen reared up. Gwen grabbed him, throwing her arms around his chest. He threw her off, but Jack had already pressed the plunger, sending the sedative into Owen's body. A few moments later, Owen slumped to the ground.
"Ianto, help me get him into a cell," Jack called. He picked up Owen under the arms and Ianto got his feet. Gwen and Toshiko followed them.
"Jack, what's wrong with Owen?" Toshiko asked after he and Ianto deposited the smaller man in a cell. "Why did the Weevil spray burn him?"
Jack stood, arms crossed, watching the unconscious man in the cell. "I have an idea. But I don't like it." He motioned for them to follow him.