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Title: Guns Go Bang
Fandom: Torchwood/Primeval crossover
Characters: Ianto/Becker, some Ianto/Jack, mentions of both teams
Words: 6,758
Rating, Warnings: 18 for the sex
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval or Torchwood, no copyright infringement intended
Spoilers: None.
Prompt: Written for [ profile] torchwood_fest crossover fest. Prompt was 'Ianto surprises and impresses Becker with his BAMFy and gun-related competence'
Summary Torchwood and the ARC have met previously when a mission crossed over. Now they have to try to work on keeping good relations between the two organisations.
A/N Huge thanks to [ profile] fififolle for all her fantastic gun and SF advice. I hope I haven't messed it up. Thanks also to [ profile] fredbassett for a fabulous beta. There has been tweaking since, so apologies for further mistakes.

Torchwood and the ARC now knew about each other; two secret organisations with an extra secret to keep between them. Despite once having had to work together, the alliance between them was an uneasy one. One answered to the Crown, the other to the government and they both secretly feared becoming swallowed up by the other.

In the interest of goodwill it was decided that a member from each organisation would spend a week working with the other. In the interests of not having a major relationship incident on their hands, Ianto became very stubborn.

"Jack, you are not going. We want these people to like us and stay liking us."

"Plenty of people like me, Ianto. I’m charming."

"Yes, Jack. You are charming and lots of people like you. But how many people keep liking you? Remember that thing you told us the Doctor said? That you have to go everywhere twice, the second time to apologise. Well he was right and we can't afford that."

"Ianto's right," Owen chipped in. "But I’m not going."

"Then who should go?" Gwen asked.

"Someone who knows enough about Torchwood to be useful, but knows when to stop talking and who has a good enough grasp of technology to understand theirs. Basically Tosh or Ianto," Owen finished.

"I’d rather stay here," Tosh piped up instantly.

"Ianto it is then," concluded Jack. "Right, get on with whatever you were doing. Ianto, start making arrangements."

Ianto ignored Owen's ‘you lose’ smirk and the team split up and went about their business. Trying not to appear too cheerful, Ianto went to make everyone coffee.

As he placed a mug down next to Gwen she caught his arm and stopped him.

"You did all that on purpose, didn't you? Making it look like we chose you to go."


"All this has nothing to do with a tall, dark, handsome soldier who happens to look very good in black? I saw you checking out his arse when we worked with them before."

Ianto gave her an innocent smile.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Gwen laughed and let him go.

A day later, accommodation in London had been arranged and Ianto had finished packing. He spent the day in the Hub getting things in order for a week away, and at the end of the day prepared to leave. His bag was in his car already and he and Jack had managed a quick but enthusiastic goodbye in the archives earlier.

He said his more formal goodbyes to the rest of the team, which included hugs from Tosh and Gwen and a "when I kill everyone from caffeine withdrawal don't blame me," from Owen, Ianto headed for the door to the underground car park. Just as the door was closing Jack grinned over at him.

"Say hi to Captain Becker for me."

Jack's grin got wider as Ianto felt a shocked expression cross his face.


"You wanted to see me, sir."

Becker stood in the doorway to Lester's office and let himself be beckoned in.

"That representative from Torchwood will be here tomorrow. I want you sticking to him like a... well, keep close to him and don't let him die."

"Who is it that's coming? The loud one in the coat?"

"No. Ianto Jones. The one in the suit."

"But, Lester, he was little more than an admin assistant,” Becker protested. “I can't have him out in the field. He had a stun gun for god’s sake."

"All the more reason to keep him safe. Like it or not, Becker, we need to keep this lot on side whatever we think of them personally. Allowing their secretary to die in our hands would do little to foster good relations."

Lester looked back down at his work, signalling that the conversation was over.

"Sir," Becker muttered, before exiting the office.


Ianto rose early the next morning. The drive up had been unexpectedly good and he had slept well in his hotel. Knowing that unless the world was actually ending he wouldn't be disturbed by a rift call had added an extra element of peace to his night’s sleep.

Once awake, he showered and shaved and slipped on a suit. From what he understood, the ARC staff seemed to have a pretty casual dress code, but then so did Torchwood and he ignored that too. Besides, his arse looked good in fitted trousers and no one could argue with how good he looked in a waistcoat.

He left the hotel, climbed into his car and headed for the ARC. They were expecting him at the gate, which was a good start, and once parked he made his way to the secure reception.

Captain Becker was there waiting for him.

"Captain Becker, a pleasure to see you again," Ianto greeted as he held out his hand.

"Did you have any trouble finding us,” Becker asked.

He returned the handshake but not the pleasantry Ianto noted.

“No, none at all, thank you. The directions were fine. So where do we start?”

If Becker wanted to be all business then so Ianto would follow his lead.

“I’ll take you to the main room. You can get reacquainted with the team and we’ll see if Connor will let you look at some of his equipment.” They were walking along the corridors now. “Lester has asked me to see that you have everything you need while you are with us, so if there is anything just let me know. If I am not around ask a member of my team. If we get an anomaly you can come out with us, but you will stay close by me at all times and you will not do anything to get yourself into any danger.”

“I didn’t know you cared,” Ianto said dryly, becoming increasingly annoyed by Becker’s tone.

“We have enough sarcasm here, thank you, we do not need any more. Even if the accent is an acceptably nice change from the norm.”

Oh, was that humour? Ianto looked at Becker. No, definitely not humour.

"Why don't you want me here, captain?"

"You’re mistaken, Mr Jones, it’s quite the contrary. I think it’s very pertinent we both get to know each other’s organisations."

"You just don't like being told to baby-sit me."

Becker stopped walking and turned to face him.

"We face dangerous situations almost every day; I have lost good men and I already have a team of civilians to protect."

"Well, captain, I am not a civilian, I am Torchwood and I have walked out of dangerous situations that would boggle even your experienced mind. I have literally been to Hell and back and have saved the world more times than I remember. So, really, do not worry on my account."

He and Becker stood close, glaring at each other, and Ianto had the ridiculous thought that Jack would actually get off on a moment like this. Then Ianto pondered briefly whether or not he was getting off on it.

“I made you coffee, I heard you were here.”

Ianto turned away from Becker to see Connor Temple walking towards him, a tray of mugs in his hands.

“Hi, Ianto, glad you could make it,” Connor said, offering the tray to him and cutting through the tension in the air almost as if he hadn’t seen it.

“It’s good to be here,” Ianto returned, taking a mug.

As he raised it to his lips, alarms sounded throughout the building.

“An anomaly! Perfect timing,” Connor grinned at him.

Ianto swallowed the appalling coffee and agreed.


“You, with me,” Becker directed Ianto, almost needlessly as he noticed the other man had already put down his mug and turned to him.

The rest of the science team had dropped whatever they had been working on, and were grabbing coats and kit and heading for the door. He knew his men would already be heading for the SUVs downstairs.

He ran through the corridors, Ianto and the scientists behind him. Arriving at their SUVs, Abby and Becker both opened the boots and extracted weapons, passing them around the team, before they climbed in. Ianto was still close to Becker and Becker ignored him as he was handing out the weapons, but beckoned for him to get into the SUV. Wordlessly, the Welshman complied.

The ride to the anomaly was uneventful. Ianto was quiet, seemingly happy to listen to what was going on and observe. Their car contained Becker and Ianto, Connor checking his handheld detector and explaining how it worked to Ianto, and their driver. They were in the lead car with the rest of the team behind them, and another car of soldiers behind that.

Becker used the time to study their visitor under the guise of examining his gun. He was good looking, but in an odd way. Nothing should have worked, but did. He also started to notice that the suit covered a firm and well-shaped body. This secretary was clearly in good shape. At least he might be able to run if they encountered any trouble.

He also seemed to be coping admirably with Connor’s babbling, unless he was tuning him out and somehow managing to retain an expression of interest on his face. It was a trick Becker had long since perfected. But it kept Connor seemingly happily occupied until they arrived at the anomaly site.

Becker watched Ianto’s reaction as they arrived and his heart sank. He wore that look of wonder and excitement with no obvious recognition of the possible risks. He sighed internally.

The three cars stopped and they all disembarked, weapons ready, scouting the area for signs of creatures. The anomaly hung in the air in a clearing off the path that they had driven along. Trees surrounded the remaining three sides of the clearing some metres behind.

The team moved forwards towards the anomaly. It all seemed quiet but they moved cautiously. Connor started to set up the locking device while the team covered him. Before he could seal the anomaly though, Becker spotted movement within the fractured light.

“Down!” he shouted.

Connor looked up at the anomaly and kept trying to set up the locking device.

“Get back,” Becker barked at Ianto, pointing him towards his men and dashing forwards.

He got to Connor just as a raptor poked its head out of the anomaly. Becker raised his gun and fired off a shot, before grabbing Connor by the collar and hauling him backwards.

The raptor barely flinched and ran out of the anomaly. Becker’s men started to open fire as a second raptor joined the first and headed towards them. Becker realised that he was in the line of fire and in the raptor’s line of sight. Connor was on his feet now and they ran back to the line of soldiers. He looked around for Ianto.


Ianto had done as he was told and had stepped backwards. Now one of the soldiers moved in front of Ianto, putting himself between him and the angry dinosaurs. Ianto appreciated the sentiment, especially as he wasn’t armed. Normally not being given a gun wouldn’t have been a problem as he would have had his own, but turning up armed to a top-secret facility with that big a military presence hadn’t seemed like a good idea, invite or no invite. The soldier raised his gun ready to fire as his colleagues had already done.

Suddenly, through the sound of firing, Ianto heard a noise behind him. Turning slowly around, he saw movement in the trees they were slowly backing up against. Through the foliage Ianto could make out a shape. It started to move. Ianto reached a hand behind him and reached for the soldier’s pistol. He snapped open the man’s holster just as the shape moved and another raptor, which must have already been through the anomaly, ran out of the trees and headed straight for them. In one smooth movement he pulled the gun free of the holster, flicked it so it spun in the air, caught it once it was the right way round, levelled it at the running beast, and fired off a volley of shots.

The dinosaur reeled backwards and toppled to the floor. A leg twitched for a moment before stilling. Ianto kept his gun high as he scanned the trees. Not seeing any more movement he turned back around just in time to witness the last of the pack fall to the ground. Ianto lowered his gun and realised that, now that the present danger was over, the soldier he had taken it from had turned and was staring at him, as were a couple of other of the men.

Ianto flashed them a disturbing smile. “So, who cleans this lot up then?”


Becker had noticed Ianto following them down to the armoury but left him to it. The young man hadn’t given Johnston back his Browning, but having seen the way he had handled it, Becker wasn’t unduly worried. The men set about checking, cleaning and re-loading their weapons and Becker watched as Ianto similarly checked the gun in his hands over, replaced the ammunition he had spent and returned it to Johnston for him to check in. Then Ianto headed for the door.

“Ianto,” he called, beckoning him over.

“Everything okay?” Ianto asked as he approached.

“Are you leaving?”

“Was going to try to find Jenny, re-introduce myself and see how she deals with the aftermath. Is there something you need?”

“No, not at all. But we have a tradition here: post-combat drinks. You should join us. Unless you have plans, that is.”

“No, no plans. I don’t know as many people in London as I used to. A drink would very nice, thank you.”

“Great. I’ll catch up with you at the end of the day.”

“Look forward to it.”

Ianto gave him a smile that Becker couldn’t quite interpret before disappearing out of the door.

The day had thankfully been quiet and Becker had watched Ianto move among the team, re-introducing himself and getting the basics of what each person did. He was quiet and watchful, asking the occasional question, but by the end of the day Becker had the strangest feeling that Ianto had already blended in, become part of the background, almost like he’d always been there and yet wasn’t there at all. As camouflage went, it was very good.

At the end of the day Becker went to find his men and make sure they were ready to clock off and that the next shift had arrived and were prepping themselves. Then he headed back to find Ianto. He found him upstairs talking to Jenny again and jogged over to them.

“Everything all right?” he asked.

“Fine,” Jenny replied. “Today was an easy one, the anomaly was far enough off the beaten track that it didn’t disturb anyone, but we’ve just got word of a local paper who have been asking questions about three SUVs with dark windows racing through the streets.”

“And what did you tell the paper?”

“I didn’t tell them anything. Apparently our boy here has his own experience of such matters, so I thought I’d let him try.” Jenny smiled warmly at Ianto.

Ianto returned the smile before turning back to Becker with a straight face. “We are a guerrilla film-making company who make our art as realistic as real life by not filming in traditional styles. We don’t block off roads, we don’t use extras, we don’t prepare local councils or the authorities. All our sequences are real apart from the few actors involved. The film, when it is released in September next year will revolutionise the way we look at cinema.”

Becker couldn’t help but smile. “The first pint is on me, come on.”

“Thanks, Jenny, I’ll see you tomorrow,” Ianto said.

“Have a good night, boys.”

As they headed for the exit Ianto turned to him again. “What shall I do with my car?”

“If you want a pint tonight, leave it here. We can get you a cab home easily enough and I’ll get someone to pick you up in the morning.”

“What do you do?”

Becker smiled. “I live near the pub. I’ll drive us back to mine and we’ll walk from there.”

They made easy conversation during the drive which surprised Becker. The man could go from being background to easy company within a few minutes. And he was witty and clever too.

And it turned out that his company only improved as Becker loosened up himself, admittedly aided and abetted by a few drinks.

“That was impressive shooting earlier. And nice move getting it from Johnson’s holster.”

Ianto smiled into his pint seemingly surprised at the compliment.

“Thank you. I admit it’s nice to be assured that your target is actually susceptible to normal ammo. Not everything we deal with is.”

“Do you have special weapons then?”

“More than you can imagine.”

“Maybe I could see them sometime.”

“Maybe. But you seem quite cosy with your run-of-the-mill Mossburg 590.”

Becker raised an eyebrow.

“You know your guns,”

“I have an eidetic memory. I know everything,” Ianto smiled.

Becker studied him for a moment.

“You’re not just a secretary are you?”

Ianto gave a reluctant smile.

“No. Our team is small, always has been. We each have our strengths and our own roles, and I am the archivist, but we’re all capable of looking after ourselves and each other. We have to be.”

Becker could sense the conversation drifting down a road he didn’t want this evening to take.

“If you’re so good with guns, how come you only had a stun gun on that op we worked together?”

This time the smile was slyer.

“It’s called subtlety, Becker. A concept I realise you may not be familiar with.” Becker pulled a face. “Guns go bang, they attract attention. Sometimes you just have to be quiet, blend in, not make a scene.”

Becker took a deep breath and then a long swallow of his pint. “I would like to ask you to come home with me if I didn’t think that would cause a scene.”

“And why would that cause a scene?”

Becker met his gaze. “Aren’t you with that Jack Harkness guy?"

"We have an understanding. His life will be very long, mine will be very short. Neither of us see the sense in limiting the experiences we have in the time we have."

"I see. You’ll always go home to him though, won't you?"

Ianto's gaze was steady. "Yes."

"Then we had best make the most out of this week then."

Becker got a broad smile in return.

"We better had."

Half an hour they were at Becker’s flat.

"Another beer?" Becker asked.

"Great, thanks."

When Becker returned from the kitchen he saw Ianto examining a Lee-Enfield rifle he had hanging on the wall.

"Decommissioned, I assume," Ianto asked.

"Of course. Do you want to see the ones that aren't?" Becker asked with a grin. The way Ianto's eyes lit up was all the answer he needed.


Ianto let himself be led from the lounge and into a spare room. A table with a polished metal surface sat against one wall with three metal, fold-up chairs around it. It was not a room built for comfort. The walls were decorated with small pieces of army memorabilia and photographs of Becker smiling alongside other men and women. Arms round each other, many of them in uniform and clutching weapons in some. Ianto couldn’t help but wonder how many of those smiling faces Becker had lost since the pictures were taken.

Becker had sat his beer down on the table and headed towards a metal trunk that was hidden under an old regiment flag. The flag was pushed back, a sturdy padlock undone and the lid lifted. Ianto watched as Becker lifted out a couple of boxes, setting them to one side, before lifting out a false bottom from the trunk.

Ianto stepped forward and his eyes opened wide at the array of guns lying in custom cut foam.

“That’s an impressive collection. Can I assume it isn’t entirely legal?”

“Not entirely. This collection is just for me.”

“And you seem like such a stickler for the rules.”

“Some rules are made to be broken, None of them are loaded and the ammo’s kept elsewhere. These are just as safe as if I kept them to legal regs. And very few people know about it.”

“Then I’m honoured.”

Ianto crouched down as Becker reached in and picked up a gun to show him. Ianto huffed a laugh.

“Not the Webley, I know all about them.” He reached in and picked up the standard issue SIG Sauer. “How quickly can you strip them?”

“Quick enough,” Becker replied. Then his eyes lit up. “Is that a challenge?”

Ianto licked his lips. “Are you up for it?”

“Table. Now.”

Ianto grinned and stood up, sitting at one of the chairs. Becker came and sat opposite him, spreading a heavy cloth over the table and setting the SIG on it. He reached for his phone and Ianto put out a hand to stop him. He pulled his stop watch out of his pocket.

“Let me,” he said.

Becker raised an eyebrow and laid his hands flat on the table either side of the pistol.

“Ready, go,” Ianto said.

Becker’s hands moved instinctively, removing the magazine, pin, slide, stripping the gun down to its component parts, before reversing the process and putting the rebuilt gun back down onto the table.

Ianto clicked the button on the stopwatch.

“Hmm, not bad.”

“Not bad? I’d like to see you do better.”

“Okay.” Ianto handed the stopwatch to Becker and pulled the gun closer to him.

“Wait, what are the stakes?”

“Other than your professional pride?” Ianto just smiled back at him.

“Well, I would suggest that the loser loses an item of clothing, but in that suit you are at a distinct advantage.”

Ianto raised an eyebrow at Becker, then stood up. He slipped of his suit jacket and hung it on the back of the spare chair. He unbuttoned and removed his waistcoat next, laying it over the jacket. He held Becker’s eyes as he pulled at the knot in his tie, slipping the silk out from under his collar and adding it to the pile over the back of the chair. He took his own seat again.

“There. I think that has evened the stakes.”

Becker swallowed. Then bent over and unlaced his boots, pulling them off.

“They’ll only get in the way,” he explained.

“A very good point,” Ianto agreed and toed off his own shoes, stuffing his socks into them.

Becker smiled and removed his socks too. Then he nodded at the gun. “Ready to put your money where your mouth is yet?”

“Oh yes.”

“Ready, go!”

Ianto grabbed the gun, one that was familiar to him, and efficiently stripped and re-built it. As the gun hit the table again Becker clicked the button on the stop watch.

“You bastard!” the soldier exclaimed. “You beat me by three seconds.”

“Well, I did have the added incentive of knowing what we were playing for. But even so, t-shirt off.”

Becker shook his head, but pulled off his t-shirt regardless.

“I’ll even let you choose the next gun,” Ianto smiled at him, trying to ignore how off-putting the thought of how far Becker’s tan might extend was.

One gun later and Ianto knew that Becker’s legs were not quite as tanned as his torso, but that he at the most wore short shorts and spent a lot of time outside.

He swallowed.

When the fourth gun came out, Ianto lost the race very convincingly and Becker didn’t even try to hide his grin as Ianto slowly took off his shirt. Ianto tried to stop himself from being quite so distracted by Becker’s possible tan lines for the next one. At least if he won that one the tan line question would be answered.

Unfortunately in his quest to discover the extent of Becker’s white bits, Ianto’s fingers slipped and he sent the Glock’s recoil spring pinging across the room.

Ianto glared at Becker’s smirk as he stood to retrieve the spring. He removed his trousers while he was up.

Ianto reassembled the Glock and placed it back in the trunk, selecting another weapon. He placed it on the table.

“Too easy,” said Becker. “Browning, you know we use those. It’s what you fired today.”

“I like a challenge,” Ianto replied.

“So do I.” Becker smiled back.

Ianto lost by a second. He shimmied out of his boxers without leaving his seat. He grinned at Becker.

“Sneaky,” Becker said.

“Your move.”

“Fine. Next round is for forfeits as you have no clothes left to lose.”


Having had the ball placed firmly in his court, Becker stood and turned back to the trunk. He replaced the Browning and picked up another gun. When he turned back around Ianto was standing, leaning casually back on the table.


Within a second Becker had crossed back to the table. He wrapped one arm around Ianto’s waist and the other around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss, a day’s worth of brewing attraction spilling over into a kiss that was hot and heavy, full of teeth and lips and tongue and breathless pants.

Becker was half-aware of the pistol still clenched in his hand that he was pressing into Ianto’s skin, but he didn’t care. He pushed his body into Ianto and the other man responded in kind. He felt Ianto’s arousal pressing against him and Ianto’s hands pulled against his back, holding him close. Becker let the gun slip from his fingers onto the table and used his hands to shove his underwear over his hips.

His freed erection pressed against Ianto’s and they both groaned into each other’s mouths. Unable to wait a moment longer, Becker wrapped his hand around both their cocks. Ianto’s hips trust up towards him and Becker pressed his body even closer. Ianto’s hand wrapped around his and they moved together, free hands holding each other tight, breathing hard and fast between frantic kisses.

Becker knew he wasn’t going to last long, the build up had been too much. His stomach tightened and his arm around Ianto’s body gripped harder. Ianto let out a moan at the movement and that was all it took to tip Becker over. His body stuttered and he started to come. Ianto gave a softer moan into Becker’s mouth and Becker felt him come seconds later.

They slumped together panting, Ianto still perched on the edge of the table. Becker started to nibble gently at Ianto’s neck as he caught his breath and Ianto huffed a laugh and wriggled.

“Sorry, ticklish. Also, your table is cutting a line into my arse.”

Becker pulled his head back and smiled. “Shall we take this somewhere more comfortable?”

“Good plan. Clean up first?”

“Bathroom’s this way. We’ll get the rest in the morning.”

They unpeeled their hands from each other’s bodies and Ianto followed Becker to the bathroom before they dragged each other into the bedroom, hands and mouths already roaming frantically over skin.


Becker woke the next morning, pleasantly sore, very tired and with the comfortable weight of Ianto half-sprawled across him. He didn’t want to move, but a glance at his bedside clock told him his alarm would be going off in two minutes anyway. He tightened his hold around Ianto’s body and kissed the top of his head. Ianto stirred.

“Morning. Time to get up.”

“I’m very tired,” Ianto muttered into his chest.

“Me too. But we have to get you to your hotel, get you changed and then get to work.”

“Together?” Ianto raised himself off Becker’s body to look at him.

“No one will even think about it, don’t worry.”

The alarm rang shrilly into the air.

“Fine, I get the message.” Ianto rolled over and sat up, running a hand through his pleasantly dishevelled hair. “Can I shower when I get to my hotel? Given I’m putting on yesterday’s clothes anyway.”

“Sure, I’ll grab one now.”

Reluctantly, Becker dragged himself away from bed and Ianto’s very tempting body. By the time he was out of the shower Ianto was in the spare room where his clothes still were, dressed and was replacing all the guns back into their rightful places in the foam.

“Thanks,” Becker said, buckling his belt.

“Not a problem.”

“Are you happy to grab breakfast on the way?”


Becker stood in the doorway as Ianto stood, replaced the flag and walked over to him. Ianto hooked his fingers into Becker’s belt loops and drew them close together.

“I was thinking that we could head to my hotel tonight.”

“Why? My flat not good enough?”

“Great thing about hotels is that you don’t have to see the neighbours every day. You can make as much noise as you like.”

“Oh, god,” Becker breathed.

Ianto chuckled at his response and moved past him.

“Come on, it’s been hours since I last had coffee. You don’t want to see what happens when I’m deprived too long.”

Becker was starting to think that there was no aspect of Ianto he didn’t want to see. He picked up his boots and followed him through the flat.

“When we get to your hotel room, feel free to pick up your gun as well.”

Ianto gave him a surprised look.

“Ianto, while it was very considerate of you not to bring it to the ARC yesterday, I think I now know enough to know you wouldn’t travel far without a weapon. Are you really saying if I search your hotel room I wouldn’t find at least one gun hidden somewhere?”

Ianto smiled at him.

“Tell you what, if you can find it while I’m in the shower, there’s a reward in it for you later.”

“You have a deal.”

Becker smiled at Ianto, who returned it and they headed for Becker’s car.

When Ianto had finished showering and stepped back out into the hotel room, Becker was standing with Ianto’s modified handgun in one hand and a stun gun in the other. He grinned at Ianto, took both guns in one hand and used the other to undo his trousers.

Ianto gave a mock sigh and within seconds was on his knees and Becker lost himself in the sensations of Ianto’s mouth.


Becker had been watching Ianto all day. The man was positively indecent in a suit. He had been staring at him as Ianto had been talking to Connor and looking at the anomaly detector. Ianto had been leaning over, stretching, removing his suit jacket so the contours of his body were better displayed and Becker was struggling not to react like a thirteen-year-old. Then Ianto had turned around and winked at him.


Becker decided revenge was called for. He approached Ianto at the end of the day as they prepared to head for Ianto’s hotel.

“Want to make this interesting? We’ll run back to your hotel. I have some spare jogging clothes and a pack you can put your kit in to take back.”


“Winner gets whatever he wants.” Becker’s smile was feral.

“Sounds fair.” Ianto returned the smile. “I’d better get changed then.”


A mile away from his hotel and Ianto realised he’d been had. He knew that he was fit, knew that he was fitter than most. And now he knew that he is not as fit as a Special Forces soldier. Especially a conniving, possibly clinically evil Special Forces soldier.

When they had left the ARC, both carrying a pack on their backs and in running clothes, Ianto had let Becker set the pace, and it had been a nice, sensible pace that he could keep up with over the distance he knew they had to cover. But as they neared the hotel, Becker had started to increase the pace. Slowly. So slowly that Ianto hadn’t noticed to begin with, then suddenly realised that it was all taking a lot more effort than it had, he was getting more breathless, and Becker was pulling further and further ahead.

“Bastard,” Ianto muttered under his breath.

Ianto pushed himself harder and harder, lungs straining and legs burning from the effort. As they approached the hotel Becker turned around started to slow, jogging backwards so he could grin at Ianto.

“I hate you,” Ianto puffed.

“But I now own you.”

Ianto scowled as Becker turned back around and ran into the hotel. Ianto met him inside, next to the lift. The doors opened as he arrived.

“In,” grinned Becker, pointing.

Ianto was still scowling.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to run circuits up the stairs?” he said, moving into the lift.

“Quite sure, thank you. I have better things for you to save your remaining energy for.”

Ianto scowled further at Becker’s superior tone and smug grin. But he wasn’t scowling for long. As soon as the lift doors closed Becker had grabbed Ianto and pushed him against the wall. His bag, still on his back, hit the side of the lift and he ‘oomphed’ against it. Becker’s lips were suddenly on his and hands crawled up under his t-shirt, running across his stomach.

All his annoyance at being tricked left him and Ianto returned the kiss with every bit of passion that being given to him. He reached up and grabbed Becker’s arms, holding them together.

The lift dinged, announcing that they had left the sixth floor where Ianto’s room was. Becker pulled away and continued to grin. Ianto smiled back and peeled himself off the wall, stepping into the corridor after Becker.

Becker was good enough to stand back and let Ianto open the hotel door before he was pushing them both through. Ianto felt his bag being pulled off his back and he turned around in time to see Becker drop his to the floor too and kick the door shut with his foot.

“Shower, now,” Becker growled at him.

Ianto lost no time. He toed his shoes off and headed for the bathroom, pulling his t-shirt off over his head as he went. A moment later he was in the bathroom pushing off his joggers, underwear and socks in one movement. He stood upright in time to see Becker enter, a tube of lube in one hand.

Ianto kept his gaze while he stepped forward and this time it was him that pulled Becker into an embrace. Ianto pushed his face into Becker’s neck and inhaled as their sweaty bodies touched. Becker smelt of man; musky, heady, hot. And so different to Jack. Jack’s pheromones were like nothing else on Earth, but he didn’t smell like this. Ianto drank in the scent, then licked at a patch to get the taste on his tongue before biting down hard and sucking the skin into his mouth.

Becker gasped and pressed his body into him, gripping him harder.

“You did well keeping up with me this evening,” Becker huffed out. “I normally lose untrained people a long time before you dropped out.”

“I’m glad I keep impressing,” Ianto muttered into Becker’s neck, continuing his methodical process of licking and biting.

“Well, let’s see if you can keep up with me now, then I’ll be really impressed.”

Ianto pulled back and grinned. “It’s not my stamina I would be worried about.”

“Fighting words, Jones. Change of plan.”

And Ianto was pulled back through the bathroom door and dragged over to the bed. They fell on it, a tangle of legs and arms. Ianto put up a perfunctory fight, but let Becker win, flipping him onto his front. Moments later, slicked fingers were probing at his arse and he relaxed to let them in. He groaned and pushed his cock into the bed, revelling in the sensations.

Then the fingers withdrew and Becker pulled him to his knees. Ianto heard Becker make quick work of putting on a condom and then the blunt tip of his cock was pressing against him.

Becker pushed in with a series of shallow thrusts until he was in deep.

“Fuck!” Ianto gasped into the pillow.

A hand moved next to his head and yanked the pillow out from under it. 

“No neighbours, remember.”

Ianto could hear the chuckle in Becker’s voice, then Becker thrust into him, hard and fast and Ianto cried out again. He let himself go, abandoned himself to the feelings and rode the waves of sensation. He let his reactions go un-checked and he felt Becker surrender with him. They moved together, the room full of the sounds of skin hitting skin combined with their cries, ragged breaths, and grunts and moans. Ianto moved a hand to his cock and started to tug in time with Becker’s movements.

His orgasm built and suddenly hit him. He let out a final ragged cry, his back arched and he coasted his hand in come. Becker continued to thrust as Ianto lost strength in his arms and slumped forwards. Becker followed him, plastering himself to his back and Ianto felt Becker’s teeth sink into his shoulder as Becker’s own orgasm coursed through him.

They collapsed together onto the bed, panting, skin sweat-slicked. Becker mouthed gentle kisses across Ianto’s back.

“I think I might have to check out in the morning,” Ianto said.

“You’d better stay with me for the rest of the week then.”

“I shouldn’t expect to sleep, should I?”

“God no.”


The end of the week came too soon and a very tired Becker watched an equally tired Ianto say goodbye to the rest of the team. Ianto walked past him to his car and Becker followed.

“Thank you,” Ianto said as they walked.

“Thank you?” Becker asked.

“For making me so…welcome this week.”

“It was a pleasure.”

“Me too.”

They arrived at Ianto’s car and stopped.

“You should come to Cardiff for a visit. I know Jack would like you.”

“Exactly how much would he like me?”

“Exactly as much as you’re thinking.”


Ianto smiled as Becker’s eyebrows appeared to be making a bid for his perfect hairline. Then he sobered. “Look after yourself, Becker.”

“You too, Ianto.”

They shared a brief embrace, then Ianto stepped into his car. Becker watched him drive away, before turning and heading back inside.

He stood inside the doorway to the main room watching the team work.

“I hope you’re not expecting some kind of medal, captain.”

“Sir?” Becker turned around as Lester appeared at his shoulder.

“For actions above and beyond the call of duty. I know I told you to help foster good relations, but it would appear you have excelled yourself.”

Becker attempted not to shift uneasily.

“Relax, you kept him happy so I have no cause for complaint. Can I assume you will be requesting to be considered for the return visit?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I would be very careful about not getting on my wrong side for a while then.”

“Yes, sir.” Becker smiled as he felt Lester walk away from him again.


Ianto made it back to the Hub early evening. He had a feeling that, all being well, the team would have left by now, but Jack would still be around.

He parked his car and walked through the tunnels, emerging into the main Hub. It was quiet save for the hum of computers and machinery. Ianto looked up and smiled as he saw the light on in Jack’s office. He made his way up.

“Good evening,” he said, leaning on the door frame.

“Hello, Ianto, welcome back. Did you have a good time? Learn a lot?”

“I learnt a lot. I will give you a full report tomorrow.” Ianto started to walk closer and Jack stood up to meet him.

As Ianto got close, a quizzical look crossed Jack’s face.

“Wait, is that gun oil I can smell?”

Ianto’s eyes opened in surprise and he felt a blush creeping up on him. Dammit, how could Jack evoke these reactions in him? His reaction clearly gave him away though and Jack’s eyes rolled back in his head. Jack fell back into his chair, pulling Ianto with him.

“Tell me everything, every last detail.”

Ianto grinned and pulled at his tie as he happily complied.

Date: 2012-02-19 12:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
What a great crossover involving two of my favourite shows and some of my favourite characters. This is a real treat.

Date: 2012-02-19 06:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you so much, glad you liked it.

Date: 2012-02-19 04:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Can't wait for the return visit! :D

Date: 2012-02-19 06:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Lol, thank you. I am far too weak to not make it happen at some point!

Date: 2012-02-19 04:19 pm (UTC)
ext_27141: (Becker Badass)
From: [identity profile]
Mmmmmmmm, that was delicious! Ianto fit right in at the ARC! ;)

Date: 2012-02-19 06:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
In my head Ianto fits in anywhere!

Thank you, glad you liked it.

Date: 2012-02-19 05:43 pm (UTC)
ext_99403: (Ben Larry beard)
From: [identity profile]
Hottttt. I fully approve of all this hot man-sex. Of course anything with Ianto is automatically win, but their push and pull and playful power struggles was especially delicious. <3

Date: 2012-02-19 06:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you! Really pleased you liked it. It wasn't until afterwards that I realised that poor Ianto didn't really win very much. Maybe next time on home turf *g*

Date: 2012-02-19 06:02 pm (UTC)

Date: 2012-02-19 06:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Lol, thank you!

Date: 2012-02-19 06:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Yummy fic, loved the strip cleaning of guns ;)

Date: 2012-02-19 06:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you very much!

Date: 2012-02-19 06:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Strip gun disasembling is a wonderful concept! There should be more of it.

This is a wonderful fic, I loved all of it. We should definitely see more of Ianto and Becker together.

Date: 2012-02-19 06:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh no, arm twisting, please don't, ow, ow, ow. Oh, alright then.

Thanks mate!

Date: 2012-02-19 08:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Cool crossover :-) Ianto and Becker seem to be made for each other.

Date: 2012-02-19 10:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
This fic goes bang -in a really hot way!

Date: 2012-02-19 11:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Bang Bang Becker any day - and I love Torchwood - and your lovely icon.

Date: 2012-02-20 12:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Yummy! I do like the competetive gun-stripping (in both sense of the word!).

Date: 2012-02-20 02:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Never ever thought of this paring:) Really loved this and hope there is more:)

Date: 2012-02-20 07:51 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] samueljames
Love Ianto impressing Becker with his knowledge and being competent with a gun. Excellent crossover.

Date: 2012-02-20 07:58 pm (UTC)
celeste9: (primeval: mussed!becker)
From: [personal profile] celeste9
That's just marvelous! *dies at the overload of pretty* The guns and the flirting and the competitions and the GUNS! (But really, you'd think the ARC team would know better than to underestimate a man just because he looks good in a suit, lol)

I knew Jack would be happy to encourage the Ianto/Becker interaction, I kept thinking, yeah, he'd probably love to watch... and join in! And then you teased us at the end with it! *flails*

“So, who cleans this lot up then?” ILU Ianto, you will always be my favorite.

You've written other Torchwood/Primeval crossovers, haven't you? I need to add that to my to-read list.

Date: 2012-02-27 07:55 am (UTC)
jo02: scared-kitty (Default)
From: [personal profile] jo02

This was hot! You really, really, really need to write that sequel!


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