Hi back again with another installment! little bit of m/m fun. Oh,Ianto is using a form of self-defense called Aikido.
Slightly Later the same day...
"Jack?"
They were sitting on the sofa in Jacks office.
Jack had just finished his story. Ianto had listened quietly and Jack could only wait for him to think it through.
Ianto shuddered.
"You really didn't know."
"No," Jack paused, "Doesn't stop the nightmares."
"But you helped put it right." Ianto was suddenly very gently holding Jacks hand.
"Yeah," Jack breathed, glancing at their joined hands, then back up at face.
"Does it help?"
"…yeah…"
"Okay."
Silence
"Jack, I would like to start going on missions again." Iantos fingers had somehow woven themselves around Jacks, his thumb soothingly stroking the back of Jack's hand. Jack relaxed, not realizing until then how tense he had been.
"You'll need more training."
"Not really."
Jack was looking bemused "What?"
Ianto smiled gently. "Come down to the firing range, I have something to show you."
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Ianto was standing near the obstacle course.
"Set it on expert, start it, and watch." he said.
Ianto was holding, of all things, a hockey stick.
"Okay, set, and starting in 3-2-1- go!"
Ianto appeared behind the first weevil shaped target, its head gone with a crisp snapping sound. Ianto appeared behind the second, same sound, same result. Fifteen seconds and ten targets later, he appeared back in front of Jack, flushed a bit with the exertion. The shooting range weevils were obliterated.
Ianto was smiling "care for a bit of sparring?"
Jacks face had gone from surprised (because really Jack just doesn't do slack-jawed amazement) to a steady, focused, almost predatory look. He kicked off his shoes, removed his socks and moved to the sparring mat. Ianto dropped the hockey stick on the floor and followed.
"What do you want me to do?" Jack purred.
"Try to catch me."
Jack said "Okay" as he lunged at Ianto… and missed. Ianto had not teleported, just moved aside and slid away.
Ianto did not vanish during the entire match.
Ten minutes later Jack had still not laid a hand on Ianto. He had chased him all over the mat but had only managed a touch, a sweep past a shoulder, almost caught a sleeve once, only to have his hand moved aside as Ianto redirected the force of the lunge, sending Jack tumbling to the floor. He was on his feet in an instant. They circled, Jack looking for an opening, Ianto not giving him one.
"I will admit that you are physically able, ("and how!) Your aim needs improvement."
Ianto relaxed "I will admit I need more practice..." and stepped aside once more as Jack tried to catch him off guard. "But I think that's enough for tonight." He stepped over to Jack and offered his hand. Jack, with a speculative look in his eyes, yanked Ianto to the mat, and then rolled, pinning him. Ianto smiled up at him.
"So what do you want me to do now?" Jack was purring again.
Ianto pulled Jack down for a searing kiss. "Whatever you want to …sir, "he whispered.