czarina_kitty

Title: Interrogation Skills
Author: czarina_kitty
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing/character: Jack/Ianto, team
Rating: PG-13
Kink: authority figures
Warnings: Minor spoilers for Sleeper and the BBC America Captain’s Blog entry from the same episode.
Disclaimer: I do not own, or make any money from the use of, these characters.
Notes: written for a square on my kink_bingo card.

“It has come to my attention that some of us may need to brush up on our interviewing and interrogation techniques. And, as Ianto has graciously offered to help me with my ‘bad cop’ routine, I thought we would start today’s meeting with a demonstration,” Jack announced, rocking back and forth on his feet in obvious glee.

“I believe I said your routine needed some work, not that I was offering to help with a role play,” Ianto muttered. Anything that had Jack this excited at this time of the morning made him anxious, especially with the rest of the team assembled in the boardroom.

“Oh, come on, Ianto, you know you love role playing,” said Jack with a sly wink.

“Jack…” Ianto warned.

“You can be the Captain this time.”

“No.”

“No?”

“No. Not the Captain,” Ianto considered. “Your drill instructor, maybe.”

“Oh, even better. He was amazing. Used to do this thing with his tongue…”

“Shut it and stand to attention, Harkness,” Ianto barked. Standing quickly he slapped both hands on the conference table and glared at Jack.

“Sir, yes, sir,” replied Jack crisply and saluted as he straightened spine and put his shoulders back. The posture was marred, however, but the growing bulge in the front of his trousers.

Ianto moved to circle Jack, looking him up and down as he did. He gave a short derisive laugh when he noticed just how much Jack was enjoying this little exercise. Ianto leaned in close enough to feel the heat radiating off Jack’s body without touching. Ianto’s breath tickled warm across Jack’s ear as he said, “You will answer my questions. You will tell me everything I need to know.”

Jack shivered noticeably before replying defiantly, “I’m not going to tell you anything. I have rights.”

“You will tell me everything. The only thing you have the right to decide, is how long and how painful the process is going to be,” Ianto said. As he spoke he slid into the chair that Jack had occupied a few minutes earlier, legs sprawled wide and fingers steepled. Staring up at Jack he noticed the slightly glazed expression and the shallow, shuddering breathing. Moving his hands behind his head and leaning back in the chair, Ianto continued to watch Jack for over a minute before sighing and standing again. “Have you decided yet?”

Jack looked startled for a moment before asking, “Decided what?”

“Are we going to do this the easy way, or the hard way?”

“Well, when you put it like that…” Jack did not finish the sentence before Ianto had him backed up against the wall, one arm across his throat and the other had squeezing Jack’s cock through his trousers. Ianto leaned in close and nipped at Jack’s lower lip, causing the older man to moan as he threw his head back and exposed his neck. Ianto increased the pressure across Jack’s neck slightly and started to undo his belt…

“Um, guys? The rest of us are still in the room,” Owen said.

“Yeah,” Gwen added breathlessly. “And they never taught that interrogation technique in the police. I might need a private demonstration before…”

“Get out,” Ianto growled.

No one argued