Double Drabble: Following Orders
Title: Following Orders
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto.
Rating: PG-13
Written For: Challenge 709: Obedience at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: When work is over for the day, Ianto takes charge of Jack.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Jack was head of Torchwood Three. He was the one who made all the rules, the one who gave the orders, expecting them to be obeyed, and the one who had to make all the tough decisions. Sometimes that meant he had to be the one to choose who to sacrifice when it wasn’t possible to save everyone. He hated it.
Still, it was better that he should take the responsibility for such decisions than leave them to the members of his team. He was immortal, his shoulders could take the weight while the others would be crushed beneath a burden no one should be expected to bear.
Today had been awful, but it was okay, because tonight he wasn’t the boss.
“Strip,” Ianto commanded firmly, and Jack did so, carefully folding each item of clothing and adding it to the pile on the chair. Then he stood, upright, eyes front, waiting for the next command.
Ianto was neither cruel nor harsh. He expected obedience, and Jack followed his orders willingly. It was such a relief knowing everything was out of his hands; he’d be taken care of, all his needs met, because after work he was Ianto’s to command.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto.
Rating: PG-13
Written For: Challenge 709: Obedience at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: When work is over for the day, Ianto takes charge of Jack.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Jack was head of Torchwood Three. He was the one who made all the rules, the one who gave the orders, expecting them to be obeyed, and the one who had to make all the tough decisions. Sometimes that meant he had to be the one to choose who to sacrifice when it wasn’t possible to save everyone. He hated it.
Still, it was better that he should take the responsibility for such decisions than leave them to the members of his team. He was immortal, his shoulders could take the weight while the others would be crushed beneath a burden no one should be expected to bear.
Today had been awful, but it was okay, because tonight he wasn’t the boss.
“Strip,” Ianto commanded firmly, and Jack did so, carefully folding each item of clothing and adding it to the pile on the chair. Then he stood, upright, eyes front, waiting for the next command.
Ianto was neither cruel nor harsh. He expected obedience, and Jack followed his orders willingly. It was such a relief knowing everything was out of his hands; he’d be taken care of, all his needs met, because after work he was Ianto’s to command.
The End