Double Drabble: Defenceless
Title: Defenceless
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG-13
Written For: Challenge 729: Defend / Defence at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto’s self-defence training isn’t going too well, thanks to his instructor.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto had already graduated from the Jack Harkness school of marksmanship, where he’d learned to ignore any and all distractions while focusing solely on his target. He’d been a reasonably good shot even before he came to Torchwood Three, having been given firearms training when he was recruited by One, but by now he was confident he could hit just about anything he aimed at, no matter what was happening around him.
Now, however, Jack had decided it was time for him to be trained in hand-to-hand combat and basic self-defence, and that was proving less successful. It wasn’t that Ianto couldn’t fight, he’d grown up on a council estate and had got into his share of scraps. He wasn’t above using dirty tactics either. The trouble was, defending himself against Jack was an altogether different proposition.
To be perfectly fair, Jack wasn’t having an easy time defending himself against Ianto either. They started out their training sessions with every intention of working on Ianto’s fighting techniques, but seldom kept that focus for more than ten minutes before the whole thing devolved into mutual groping and frantic kissing.
Ianto’s fighting might not be improving much, but his blowjobs were first-rate.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG-13
Written For: Challenge 729: Defend / Defence at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto’s self-defence training isn’t going too well, thanks to his instructor.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto had already graduated from the Jack Harkness school of marksmanship, where he’d learned to ignore any and all distractions while focusing solely on his target. He’d been a reasonably good shot even before he came to Torchwood Three, having been given firearms training when he was recruited by One, but by now he was confident he could hit just about anything he aimed at, no matter what was happening around him.
Now, however, Jack had decided it was time for him to be trained in hand-to-hand combat and basic self-defence, and that was proving less successful. It wasn’t that Ianto couldn’t fight, he’d grown up on a council estate and had got into his share of scraps. He wasn’t above using dirty tactics either. The trouble was, defending himself against Jack was an altogether different proposition.
To be perfectly fair, Jack wasn’t having an easy time defending himself against Ianto either. They started out their training sessions with every intention of working on Ianto’s fighting techniques, but seldom kept that focus for more than ten minutes before the whole thing devolved into mutual groping and frantic kissing.
Ianto’s fighting might not be improving much, but his blowjobs were first-rate.
The End