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sarkywoman: Breaking Point (Jack/Ten) [NC-17]
Title: Breaking Point
Author: Sarkywoman
Challenge: Darkness
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers/warnings: Non-con (I'm sorry). Jack's slightly OOC, but I was bound to do something like this eventually. Don't look for fluff here.
Summary: Jack's on the brink and there's an alien drink called the Darkness Within. No good can come of this.
Like Tantalus he’d been forced to forever watch and never touch. He’d watched as the most desirable man he’d ever known stayed steadfastly out of his reach, in Rose’s arms. He bore her no ill will for it, but it was a test of his resolve that he passed admirably. If you call jacking off every night to thoughts of the Doctor a success.
Then came the abandonment. That stung. Jack had been so loyal, so blindly obedient, and to be cursed with immortality then cast aside to take his chances, it was beyond cruel. He told himself that the Doctor just hadn’t realised, hadn’t meant it personally, but that just made it worse. The thought that the Doctor was capable of causing such pain without even noticing was a horrible one.
Then came the new Doctor. Same memories, allegedly the same man. But Jack couldn’t hold this pretty creature responsible for all the crimes of the old Doctor. It didn’t feel right. So he compartmentalised it all, lumped the bad in with the old and the forgiveness in with the new. He’d always placed such stock in good looks and it had served him well. The last Doctor became associated with everything unforgivable that the Time Lord had done, while the new Doctor was the one who’d rescued him from the slow path, albeit unintentionally.
But this new Doctor was not without sin and even though it was just the two of them on board the Tardis now, Jack found himself sleeping alone and entertaining himself in the darkness with fantasies of forbidden flesh and the misuse of ties and the Doctor’s expressive face showing nothing but utter ecstasy under Jack’s hands…
But there was something between them, an imaginary line that separated Jack’s hands from the Doctor’s skin. The line that turned every romantic undertone into friendly flirting that didn’t really threaten either of them.
But Jack could live with that, knowing that he was an aberration in the eyes of time and the Doctor was practically celibate anyway. Even Jack’s charm knew limits and the way the Doctor flinched away from him, that was a limit.
In his dreams he stepped over the line and held the Doctor in place, not letting him flinch away, forcing him to stay and reward Jack’s loyalty instead of running away from the only man who could ever love him the way he deserved…
*
The party in the hall was deafening and dizzying. Jack might go so far as to say it was the wildest celebration he had ever attended. Considering he’d once been to a bash hosted by the Marquis de Sade, that was something of an achievement for their current hosts.
He reached for the stone tankard on the table, only to have his hand slapped by the Doctor, who overbalanced and landed in Jack’s lap. Ignoring his undignified sprawl, the Doctor pointed up at Jack seriously.
“You can’t have Xaan ale. It’s bad for humans.”
Jack ruffled the drunken Time Lord’s hair fondly. “It’s not like I can die though, is it?”
The Doctor pushed himself upright and lifted the heavy tankard. “Beside the point. No Draaken for you.”
“Do all their words have two ‘a’s?” Jack called, but the Doctor just weaved an uneven path across the chaotic dance floor, having stolen Jack’s drink.
The Xaan were not the gentlest creatures in the Universe and something about them put Jack on edge despite his own immortality, so after a few moments consideration he went after the Doctor, finding a way through the alien mosh pit. Even though the Time Lord was revered as a god by Xaan society, there was a chance their idea of worship was torture by human standards. They were a strange bunch, though humanoid in appearance.
Jack stopped in his tracks when he finally caught sight of the Doctor again across the room, wrapped in the passionate embrace of the handsome Prince Gilvagh. The Xaan Royal caught Jack’s eyes and smiled slyly.
“Look Doctor, your pet follows you.”
The Doctor shook his head, leaning heavily on the Prince. “No, not a pet. Com-pan-ion,” he enunciated the word slowly.
Gilvagh smiled at Jack again. “I think our dear Doctor has consumed too much of the Darkness Within.”
“The what?”
“Draaken,” the Doctor slurred. “Iss a translation.”
“Oh. Maybe I should take him home.”
Gilvagh ran his fingers over the Doctor’s cheekbone tenderly, a hungry look in his eyes. “He could always stay here for the night.” He leaned in to murmur something in the Doctor’s ear. Whatever it was made the Time Lord giggle.
“I’ll be alright, Jack. Go enjoy the party.”
Jack, ever the faithful servant, really did try to obey. But it was very hard to enjoy himself while the Doctor kissed some arrogant alien Prince.
*
It had been a good night. A very good night. The Doctor hadn’t enjoyed himself quite so thoroughly in a long time. He’d even had a kiss from Prince Gilvagh. A very stirring kiss. The Xaan had been eager to celebrate their guests and had thrown a wild party in a way only the Xaan could.
Jack was conspicuously quiet, had been since Prince Gilvagh had made their acquaintance. The Doctor assumed it was unwarranted jealousy. After all, was it not Jack accompanying him back to the Tardis rather than the Prince? And didn’t Jack bang an alien on nearly every trip they’d had so far? Really, any jealousy on Jack’s part would be completely hypocritical.
He stumbled and Jack pulled him up, supporting the Doctor’s weight against his strong body. Perhaps he’d had just a little too much Xaan ale this evening.
“Did you try the Darkness Within, Jack? This is the only planet you’ll find it, you know.” Jack didn’t respond, so the Doctor continued. “Actually, it’s probably dangerous for humans. Might make you get a little crazy. If it didn’t kill you, not that that’s a problem for you I suppose…” Had he explained that already tonight? The whole night was a bit blurry. The Doctor wasn’t used to intoxication.
In the Tardis, the Doctor was practically carried to his room and pushed onto his bed, falling on his back and watching as Jack helped take off his trainers. Good, useful, Jack.
“Prince Gilvagh was a little hands-on though, wasn’t he? Not surprising, they’re a warrior people, used to taking what they want, but still. I hadn’t finished saying how do you do before his tongue was down my throat. He has a very alluring presence though, don’t you think?”
Jack was undoing the shirt now, and the Doctor shivered a little, uncomfortable, as Jack’s fingers repeatedly brushed against his skin. He pretended he was over it, but the feeling he got when he looked at Jack was still unsettling. Jack would always be there, unstoppable, and if he didn’t know what a good heart the man had, he’d say it was intimidating.
“I think I did overdo it a little on the Xaan ale. How many did I have, three? No, four because Gilvagh was trying to get me drunk. Almost succeeded too. And Xaan drinks have the added effect of strengthening dominant personalities and weakening submissive personalities. Because on Xaan they don’t have gender types, they have strong and weak classes opposed. A weak man and a strong woman wouldn’t be anything out the ordinary, nor would a strong woman and a weak woman. It’s their nature, they have… You can leave my pants, Jack. I’ll sleep in them.”
But Jack continued, pulling the Doctor’s underwear down with his trousers so that the Time Lord was completely nude on the bed. Then the former con-man stood before him fully clothed, a mixture of anger and desire in his eyes. The Doctor suddenly felt extremely vulnerable.
“Jack?”
“You’re beautiful, you know that? You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” There was no malice in Jack’s voice, but the quiet observation still put the Doctor on edge.
“Jack…”
“Even more beautiful saying my name,” the immortal murmured softly, his eyes darkening as he observed the Doctor’s naked body.
The Doctor tried to shuffle backwards onto the bed, but Jack grabbed his slim thighs with enough strength to bruise. Anger temporarily overwhelmed lust in the Captain’s demeanour. “I won’t let you run away from me again. Not this time. I deserve better!”
Jack’s hands gripped tighter as he shouted, making the Doctor wince. “Jack, please…”
Then the hands were stroking upwards, gently and he was granted a charming smile. “You beg just how I imagined you would. How I dreamt it, oh god Doc, I dream of you every single night. Every night I dream of crossing the line between us and climbing into your bed.”
“Jack, not like this!” The panic was consuming him now, would Jack really resort to rape? If he did, the Doctor couldn’t fight back, still disorientated and weak from the toxic Xaan drink.
Hang on, the Xaan drink…
“You did try the ale! Oh god Jack, that’s not meant for humans! If you do this you’ll hate yourself in the morning!”
Jack climbed onto the bed so he was straddling the Doctor, smiling all the while. “As much as I hate you every morning when I wake up alone?” Deceptively gentle fingers caressed the Doctor’s cheekbone. “A hundred and fifty years. You’ve been flirting with me far too long to play innocent now.”
“Flirting? I don’t…” The Doctor’s words were rudely interrupted by a rough and possessive kiss from the immortal Captain, who licked his lips contentedly afterwards.
“You don’t flirt? Have you any idea how many times I’ve seen you soaked through, clothes clinging to your shivering body? I have to bite myself to keep back or I’d strip your wet things off and hold you against me until you dried.”
It was frightening how Jack could be simultaneously sincere and disturbing. “So you’re blaming me for the weather now?”
“What about the way you bend over the Tardis? You’re lucky I haven’t just caved in and taken you there and then, the way your cute ass wiggles.”
“I…”
“AND WHAT THE FUCK WAS TONIGHT?!?” Fury warped the Captain’s face into something scary.
“What?”
“That stupid Prince could have invited you to his room and you’d have your legs spread in under a minute. Could you possibly have been any easier? Flirting and laughing with him while I’m just stuck watching you…”
“But I didn’t go with him! I came back with you! I’m here, Jack, with you. Always.” He hoped he could get through to his friend through the haze of alien intoxication.
For a second, Jack’s expression lightened. “That’s right, you’re with me. Nobody else.” He trailed a finger along the Doctor’s lips. “You’re mine.” Jack’s brilliant grin chilled the Doctor to the core. It was so like Jack, so charming and handsome, but underneath was this dark desire, his lust turned into something horrific and brutal by Xaan ale.
When Jack’s right hand moved in a firm and determined path down the Doctor’s abdomen, the Time Lord pushed hard at Jack’s shoulders, trying to get him away. He didn’t want this to happen under the best of conditions, but letting Jack commit this heinous act while under the influence would be devastating for the both of them.
But his strength evaporated when Jack sunk his teeth into his lip. The Doctor cried out in pain, but Jack continued to worry the flesh with his teeth. It was like the twist of a small knife. When the Captain pulled away, his mouth was bloody. He stared into the Doctor’s eyes, the humour in his expression replaced by cruelty.
“Don’t fight me.”
The Doctor probed the wound on his lip tentatively with his tongue and tasted a lot of blood. “Jack, please, please don’t do this.”
Jack’s gaze softened and he ran his fingers through the Doctor’s hair. “Ssh. It won’t hurt unless you make it. Believe me, I want you to love this.”
“What if I can’t? We’re friends Jack, not lovers, and there are lots of good reasons for that.”
Jack pressed a kiss to the Doctor’s throat. “I’m taking you whether you want it or not.”
“You don’t want to do this,” the Doctor pleaded, “there’s a reason they call Draaken the Darkness within. It warps people, makes them do terrible things. Do you really want to hurt me?”
Jack looked up from his oral exploration of the Doctor’s skin. “Hmm, what?” The Doctor tried to repeat himself, but Jack put a hand over his mouth. “No. No more talking. You’re just putting off the inevitable. Time to stop running, Doctor.”
Shaking with fear now, the Doctor attempted another escape. This time he barely got his back off of the bed before Jack had his wrists in a vice-like grip.
“Do I have to knock you out?”
The Doctor continued to struggle, a part of him hoping that Jack would just knock him into unconsciousness so he wouldn’t have to witness the upcoming depravity. He didn’t expect a chaste kiss on his lips, and the tenderness stunned him into relaxation for a few moments. Jack drew back and pressed their foreheads together. “See? Not so bad, is it?”
“Kissing isn’t, no. But I don’t want anything else. Please, Jack, stop here. Stop before it goes too far. I’ll lay with you, kiss you if you like. But don’t force anything more on me, please.”
His words were having the opposite effect he’d been hoping for. Jack’s brow furrowed and his grip on the Doctor’s arms tightened. He leant down so his whole body blanketed the Doctor’s, and the Time Lord felt Jack’s erection pressing against his thigh. “Oh God…”
“What is so fucking wrong with me that you can’t bear the thought of us together? What, I don’t deserve your recognition?”
“You do, of course you do!”
“Right. So shut up.”
And Jack rammed into him with a single agonising thrust. The Doctor’s screams went ignored as Jack took what he’d wanted for over a century.
*
His head hurt.
Jack blinked his heavy eyes open, squinting in the lights and burying his face in the pillow. Then memory exploded in his mind and Jack stumbled from the bed with the blanket around his waist. He ran as fast as the blanket allowed and burst into the console room. The Doctor jumped at his arrival and Jack backed up against the wall, holding one hand up in a gesture of surrender, clutching the blanket to his hips with the other.
“Doctor, I…” Words ran away rather than lend themselves to this situation.
After a few moments of what looked like cowering, the Doctor composed himself. “Forget it, Jack. I will.”
“How can we possibly forget that?” Jack cried in disbelief. He peered discreetly under his blanket and swallowed at the sight of blood and semen on his cock, the physical evidence of his horrific actions last night.
“You weren’t yourself,” the Doctor said, steadfastly avoiding looking anywhere near Jack. “End of story.”
“But Doctor…”
“WHAT?!?”
The sudden yell shocked Jack, who dropped his blanket. The Doctor glanced at the revealed skin for a moment before turning quickly away, going pale. When he spoke again, his voice shook.
“I’m keeping you on board. We’ll get through this. Just… give me a little bit of space, yeah? I know you’re sorry. It wasn’t your fault. That’s it. Done.”
“Doc…”
“We are not speaking about this, Jack. I can’t.”
Jack nodded, though the Doctor wouldn’t see the gesture from his angle, and left the console room to get dressed. It would be rough sailing for a while, but this morning was massively better than the one he’d anticipated.
Even if the Doctor attributed Jack’s actions to a drink he hadn’t touched.
Author: Sarkywoman
Challenge: Darkness
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers/warnings: Non-con (I'm sorry). Jack's slightly OOC, but I was bound to do something like this eventually. Don't look for fluff here.
Summary: Jack's on the brink and there's an alien drink called the Darkness Within. No good can come of this.
Like Tantalus he’d been forced to forever watch and never touch. He’d watched as the most desirable man he’d ever known stayed steadfastly out of his reach, in Rose’s arms. He bore her no ill will for it, but it was a test of his resolve that he passed admirably. If you call jacking off every night to thoughts of the Doctor a success.
Then came the abandonment. That stung. Jack had been so loyal, so blindly obedient, and to be cursed with immortality then cast aside to take his chances, it was beyond cruel. He told himself that the Doctor just hadn’t realised, hadn’t meant it personally, but that just made it worse. The thought that the Doctor was capable of causing such pain without even noticing was a horrible one.
Then came the new Doctor. Same memories, allegedly the same man. But Jack couldn’t hold this pretty creature responsible for all the crimes of the old Doctor. It didn’t feel right. So he compartmentalised it all, lumped the bad in with the old and the forgiveness in with the new. He’d always placed such stock in good looks and it had served him well. The last Doctor became associated with everything unforgivable that the Time Lord had done, while the new Doctor was the one who’d rescued him from the slow path, albeit unintentionally.
But this new Doctor was not without sin and even though it was just the two of them on board the Tardis now, Jack found himself sleeping alone and entertaining himself in the darkness with fantasies of forbidden flesh and the misuse of ties and the Doctor’s expressive face showing nothing but utter ecstasy under Jack’s hands…
But there was something between them, an imaginary line that separated Jack’s hands from the Doctor’s skin. The line that turned every romantic undertone into friendly flirting that didn’t really threaten either of them.
But Jack could live with that, knowing that he was an aberration in the eyes of time and the Doctor was practically celibate anyway. Even Jack’s charm knew limits and the way the Doctor flinched away from him, that was a limit.
In his dreams he stepped over the line and held the Doctor in place, not letting him flinch away, forcing him to stay and reward Jack’s loyalty instead of running away from the only man who could ever love him the way he deserved…
*
The party in the hall was deafening and dizzying. Jack might go so far as to say it was the wildest celebration he had ever attended. Considering he’d once been to a bash hosted by the Marquis de Sade, that was something of an achievement for their current hosts.
He reached for the stone tankard on the table, only to have his hand slapped by the Doctor, who overbalanced and landed in Jack’s lap. Ignoring his undignified sprawl, the Doctor pointed up at Jack seriously.
“You can’t have Xaan ale. It’s bad for humans.”
Jack ruffled the drunken Time Lord’s hair fondly. “It’s not like I can die though, is it?”
The Doctor pushed himself upright and lifted the heavy tankard. “Beside the point. No Draaken for you.”
“Do all their words have two ‘a’s?” Jack called, but the Doctor just weaved an uneven path across the chaotic dance floor, having stolen Jack’s drink.
The Xaan were not the gentlest creatures in the Universe and something about them put Jack on edge despite his own immortality, so after a few moments consideration he went after the Doctor, finding a way through the alien mosh pit. Even though the Time Lord was revered as a god by Xaan society, there was a chance their idea of worship was torture by human standards. They were a strange bunch, though humanoid in appearance.
Jack stopped in his tracks when he finally caught sight of the Doctor again across the room, wrapped in the passionate embrace of the handsome Prince Gilvagh. The Xaan Royal caught Jack’s eyes and smiled slyly.
“Look Doctor, your pet follows you.”
The Doctor shook his head, leaning heavily on the Prince. “No, not a pet. Com-pan-ion,” he enunciated the word slowly.
Gilvagh smiled at Jack again. “I think our dear Doctor has consumed too much of the Darkness Within.”
“The what?”
“Draaken,” the Doctor slurred. “Iss a translation.”
“Oh. Maybe I should take him home.”
Gilvagh ran his fingers over the Doctor’s cheekbone tenderly, a hungry look in his eyes. “He could always stay here for the night.” He leaned in to murmur something in the Doctor’s ear. Whatever it was made the Time Lord giggle.
“I’ll be alright, Jack. Go enjoy the party.”
Jack, ever the faithful servant, really did try to obey. But it was very hard to enjoy himself while the Doctor kissed some arrogant alien Prince.
*
It had been a good night. A very good night. The Doctor hadn’t enjoyed himself quite so thoroughly in a long time. He’d even had a kiss from Prince Gilvagh. A very stirring kiss. The Xaan had been eager to celebrate their guests and had thrown a wild party in a way only the Xaan could.
Jack was conspicuously quiet, had been since Prince Gilvagh had made their acquaintance. The Doctor assumed it was unwarranted jealousy. After all, was it not Jack accompanying him back to the Tardis rather than the Prince? And didn’t Jack bang an alien on nearly every trip they’d had so far? Really, any jealousy on Jack’s part would be completely hypocritical.
He stumbled and Jack pulled him up, supporting the Doctor’s weight against his strong body. Perhaps he’d had just a little too much Xaan ale this evening.
“Did you try the Darkness Within, Jack? This is the only planet you’ll find it, you know.” Jack didn’t respond, so the Doctor continued. “Actually, it’s probably dangerous for humans. Might make you get a little crazy. If it didn’t kill you, not that that’s a problem for you I suppose…” Had he explained that already tonight? The whole night was a bit blurry. The Doctor wasn’t used to intoxication.
In the Tardis, the Doctor was practically carried to his room and pushed onto his bed, falling on his back and watching as Jack helped take off his trainers. Good, useful, Jack.
“Prince Gilvagh was a little hands-on though, wasn’t he? Not surprising, they’re a warrior people, used to taking what they want, but still. I hadn’t finished saying how do you do before his tongue was down my throat. He has a very alluring presence though, don’t you think?”
Jack was undoing the shirt now, and the Doctor shivered a little, uncomfortable, as Jack’s fingers repeatedly brushed against his skin. He pretended he was over it, but the feeling he got when he looked at Jack was still unsettling. Jack would always be there, unstoppable, and if he didn’t know what a good heart the man had, he’d say it was intimidating.
“I think I did overdo it a little on the Xaan ale. How many did I have, three? No, four because Gilvagh was trying to get me drunk. Almost succeeded too. And Xaan drinks have the added effect of strengthening dominant personalities and weakening submissive personalities. Because on Xaan they don’t have gender types, they have strong and weak classes opposed. A weak man and a strong woman wouldn’t be anything out the ordinary, nor would a strong woman and a weak woman. It’s their nature, they have… You can leave my pants, Jack. I’ll sleep in them.”
But Jack continued, pulling the Doctor’s underwear down with his trousers so that the Time Lord was completely nude on the bed. Then the former con-man stood before him fully clothed, a mixture of anger and desire in his eyes. The Doctor suddenly felt extremely vulnerable.
“Jack?”
“You’re beautiful, you know that? You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” There was no malice in Jack’s voice, but the quiet observation still put the Doctor on edge.
“Jack…”
“Even more beautiful saying my name,” the immortal murmured softly, his eyes darkening as he observed the Doctor’s naked body.
The Doctor tried to shuffle backwards onto the bed, but Jack grabbed his slim thighs with enough strength to bruise. Anger temporarily overwhelmed lust in the Captain’s demeanour. “I won’t let you run away from me again. Not this time. I deserve better!”
Jack’s hands gripped tighter as he shouted, making the Doctor wince. “Jack, please…”
Then the hands were stroking upwards, gently and he was granted a charming smile. “You beg just how I imagined you would. How I dreamt it, oh god Doc, I dream of you every single night. Every night I dream of crossing the line between us and climbing into your bed.”
“Jack, not like this!” The panic was consuming him now, would Jack really resort to rape? If he did, the Doctor couldn’t fight back, still disorientated and weak from the toxic Xaan drink.
Hang on, the Xaan drink…
“You did try the ale! Oh god Jack, that’s not meant for humans! If you do this you’ll hate yourself in the morning!”
Jack climbed onto the bed so he was straddling the Doctor, smiling all the while. “As much as I hate you every morning when I wake up alone?” Deceptively gentle fingers caressed the Doctor’s cheekbone. “A hundred and fifty years. You’ve been flirting with me far too long to play innocent now.”
“Flirting? I don’t…” The Doctor’s words were rudely interrupted by a rough and possessive kiss from the immortal Captain, who licked his lips contentedly afterwards.
“You don’t flirt? Have you any idea how many times I’ve seen you soaked through, clothes clinging to your shivering body? I have to bite myself to keep back or I’d strip your wet things off and hold you against me until you dried.”
It was frightening how Jack could be simultaneously sincere and disturbing. “So you’re blaming me for the weather now?”
“What about the way you bend over the Tardis? You’re lucky I haven’t just caved in and taken you there and then, the way your cute ass wiggles.”
“I…”
“AND WHAT THE FUCK WAS TONIGHT?!?” Fury warped the Captain’s face into something scary.
“What?”
“That stupid Prince could have invited you to his room and you’d have your legs spread in under a minute. Could you possibly have been any easier? Flirting and laughing with him while I’m just stuck watching you…”
“But I didn’t go with him! I came back with you! I’m here, Jack, with you. Always.” He hoped he could get through to his friend through the haze of alien intoxication.
For a second, Jack’s expression lightened. “That’s right, you’re with me. Nobody else.” He trailed a finger along the Doctor’s lips. “You’re mine.” Jack’s brilliant grin chilled the Doctor to the core. It was so like Jack, so charming and handsome, but underneath was this dark desire, his lust turned into something horrific and brutal by Xaan ale.
When Jack’s right hand moved in a firm and determined path down the Doctor’s abdomen, the Time Lord pushed hard at Jack’s shoulders, trying to get him away. He didn’t want this to happen under the best of conditions, but letting Jack commit this heinous act while under the influence would be devastating for the both of them.
But his strength evaporated when Jack sunk his teeth into his lip. The Doctor cried out in pain, but Jack continued to worry the flesh with his teeth. It was like the twist of a small knife. When the Captain pulled away, his mouth was bloody. He stared into the Doctor’s eyes, the humour in his expression replaced by cruelty.
“Don’t fight me.”
The Doctor probed the wound on his lip tentatively with his tongue and tasted a lot of blood. “Jack, please, please don’t do this.”
Jack’s gaze softened and he ran his fingers through the Doctor’s hair. “Ssh. It won’t hurt unless you make it. Believe me, I want you to love this.”
“What if I can’t? We’re friends Jack, not lovers, and there are lots of good reasons for that.”
Jack pressed a kiss to the Doctor’s throat. “I’m taking you whether you want it or not.”
“You don’t want to do this,” the Doctor pleaded, “there’s a reason they call Draaken the Darkness within. It warps people, makes them do terrible things. Do you really want to hurt me?”
Jack looked up from his oral exploration of the Doctor’s skin. “Hmm, what?” The Doctor tried to repeat himself, but Jack put a hand over his mouth. “No. No more talking. You’re just putting off the inevitable. Time to stop running, Doctor.”
Shaking with fear now, the Doctor attempted another escape. This time he barely got his back off of the bed before Jack had his wrists in a vice-like grip.
“Do I have to knock you out?”
The Doctor continued to struggle, a part of him hoping that Jack would just knock him into unconsciousness so he wouldn’t have to witness the upcoming depravity. He didn’t expect a chaste kiss on his lips, and the tenderness stunned him into relaxation for a few moments. Jack drew back and pressed their foreheads together. “See? Not so bad, is it?”
“Kissing isn’t, no. But I don’t want anything else. Please, Jack, stop here. Stop before it goes too far. I’ll lay with you, kiss you if you like. But don’t force anything more on me, please.”
His words were having the opposite effect he’d been hoping for. Jack’s brow furrowed and his grip on the Doctor’s arms tightened. He leant down so his whole body blanketed the Doctor’s, and the Time Lord felt Jack’s erection pressing against his thigh. “Oh God…”
“What is so fucking wrong with me that you can’t bear the thought of us together? What, I don’t deserve your recognition?”
“You do, of course you do!”
“Right. So shut up.”
And Jack rammed into him with a single agonising thrust. The Doctor’s screams went ignored as Jack took what he’d wanted for over a century.
*
His head hurt.
Jack blinked his heavy eyes open, squinting in the lights and burying his face in the pillow. Then memory exploded in his mind and Jack stumbled from the bed with the blanket around his waist. He ran as fast as the blanket allowed and burst into the console room. The Doctor jumped at his arrival and Jack backed up against the wall, holding one hand up in a gesture of surrender, clutching the blanket to his hips with the other.
“Doctor, I…” Words ran away rather than lend themselves to this situation.
After a few moments of what looked like cowering, the Doctor composed himself. “Forget it, Jack. I will.”
“How can we possibly forget that?” Jack cried in disbelief. He peered discreetly under his blanket and swallowed at the sight of blood and semen on his cock, the physical evidence of his horrific actions last night.
“You weren’t yourself,” the Doctor said, steadfastly avoiding looking anywhere near Jack. “End of story.”
“But Doctor…”
“WHAT?!?”
The sudden yell shocked Jack, who dropped his blanket. The Doctor glanced at the revealed skin for a moment before turning quickly away, going pale. When he spoke again, his voice shook.
“I’m keeping you on board. We’ll get through this. Just… give me a little bit of space, yeah? I know you’re sorry. It wasn’t your fault. That’s it. Done.”
“Doc…”
“We are not speaking about this, Jack. I can’t.”
Jack nodded, though the Doctor wouldn’t see the gesture from his angle, and left the console room to get dressed. It would be rough sailing for a while, but this morning was massively better than the one he’d anticipated.
Even if the Doctor attributed Jack’s actions to a drink he hadn’t touched.
WIN!
That last line!
*shivers*
I squeed loudly to myself when I saw this on my f-list, and I wasn't in any way disappointed after reading it.
This is perfectly painful and scarily brutal.
I love it.
*mems under 'Best'*
More, soon?
(Of this or other Ten/Jack brilliantness?)
*looks at you hopefully*
*scampers off to re-read*
Re: WIN!
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Quite nasty and fun. :-)
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I know this sounds wrong but I'm so happy you went there.
The last line made me grip the edge of the tabe and say Ouch! So geat!
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This was very well written.
The last line made me wince a double whammy.
Still I think Jack was not completely hismelf and that he was under influence of something if not that specific drink.
Awww and poor wibble Doctor really didn't know what hit him.
Sequel?
annakas
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Insanely well written though. Amazingly.