Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Written For: Challenge 566: Fur at tw100.
Summary: Ianto should be used to this kind of thing by now…
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Jack! Stop that!” Ianto protested as his lover reached to stroke him again.
Jack pouted. “I can’t help myself, you’re irresistible!”
“Irresistible? I’m all furry!”
“I know! It’s amazing, you’re all soft and fuzzy, but you’re still you!” Jack was completely entranced; Ianto looked exactly the way he always did except for being covered all over with short, velvety light brown fur.
“Stop petting me like I’m a puppy and help me figure out how this happened!”
“I was not!” Jack glared at Ianto indignantly.
“Not what?” Ianto glared back, confused. “What’re you talking about now?”
“You said I was petting you like a puppy and I wasn’t! I guarantee I’ve never petted a puppy the way I was petting you. I’m not like John Hart!”
“Fine, sorry for causing offence, just please stop stroking me! I can’t think when you do that, and if I don’t figure out what happened I might be stuck like this permanently!”
Jack’s smile lit up his face at the very thought.
“Jack, so help me, I do not want to spend the rest of my life having people treat me like a furry circus freak!”
“But you’re so nice and cuddly!”