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For x_thedoctor_x Dark Jack and Dark Doctor

Jack rested with his feet up on the console of the TARDIS his new leather coat tossed haphazardly on the back of the captain's chair. He's humming softly to himself just a wordless tune. He is beyond happy to be in the only happy home he has ever known. He had wished that it had been under better reasons but he has the Doctor and that was all that mattered to him.

He hears the sound of footsteps but he doesn't look around too comfortable to move. Besides who else could it be. He grins and waits for the Time Lord to speak.

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The Doctor complies, he teeth clenched tight, his lip curled into a snarl, though he's not angry, far from it. He's just letting himself go, letting go of his tightly held self control, pounding Jack as hard he can. It's been so long for him, so very long since he'd given up his control that he feels free, feels like laughing as he ruthlessly fucks Jack.

Jack hasn't been fucked this hard in years, even with Ianto he had to be careful because he didn't want to scare off his new lover. He laughs and gasps and thrusts back against the Doctor's cock. begging and pleading in every language he knows.

The Doctor growls, his hips moving like pistons as he let's his mind reach out. He invades Jack's mind, not seeking information but...right there, the pleasure center. He brushes his dirtiest thoughts about His Captain, over those pleasure centers. Everything he wants to do to Jack and everything he wants Jack to do to him.

Jack howls in pleasure and comes hard and fast all over the floor as he bends slightly so he doesn't come all over the console and short something out. He thrusts back hard as he comes trying to bring the Doctor along with him.

The Doctor presses Jack into the console as he leans over his back to growl in his ear. "You're mine, now, Jack. Mine." He bit into Jack's shoulder as he came, spurting hot and deep into Jack with a cry of triumph.

It had been so very long and his climax was almost as painful as it was pleasurable as he collapsed against Jack. He braced his hands on the console to push back to gie him room.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, running a hand lightly down Jack's back.

Jack tests all his limbs and looks over the rest of his body. "I'm going to be sore as hell in an hour and I have bruises where I shouldn't have them...but it was worth it....when can we do it again?"

Because he was feeling smug and enjoyed showing off, the Doctor walked to Jack and cupped his face. His eyes closed and he was back in Jack's mind, now knowing exactly where to go this time. He began to stimulate Jack's pleasure centers, brushing over them as relentlessly as he had fucked him.

He wanted Jack to know he could make him come anytime and in any way the Doctor chose.

Jack's whole body arches and while his second orgasm isn't as impressive as the first he still manages to see stars and have a few choice words for the Doctor when he can see again. "Bloody hell."

The Doctor smirked, "Stay here," he ordered and left the console room. When he returned, he was cleaned up, his trousers zipped and a warm, wet flannel in hand. "Hold still," he said softly, gently cleaning the drying, sticky mess that covered jack. Then he turned him around and did the same to his arse.

Looking around, he shrugged and just tossed the flannel into a nearby bin. "You're sure you're alright," the Doctor asked, picking up pieces of Jack's clothing and handing them to him. "I suppose next time we could try the bed or something with less sharp objects about," he said, smiling.

"Doctor half the time when you and Rose thought I was making stories up I wasn't," Jack says, "I don't mind being a bit sore and limping for a few days and if you hurt me believe me I don't care...I like it rough."

"That works out well, since I seem to like being rough," the Doctor said, a lazy smile on his face. "Have you ever had anyone in your mind during sex?" he asked, curious. Jack had been with a lot of different aliens and races, a telepath could have been among them.

"Once or twice," Jack says, "but not as deep as you just did, I hate having my mind messed with by people I don't know...you I do so I dropped my shield's as soon as you entered me."

"I should have asked permission first but I was in the moment and all I could think about was making you shatter with pleasure. I won't poke around outside of sex unless you ask me too."

"I trust you Doctor," Jack says again, "I wouldn't be here if I didn't. I know you will never hurt me without a reason and you won't take anything from my mind that you don't really need."

"Shall we go check on your friends, or do you need a nap first?" the Doctor teased, looking at the sleepy, contented look in Jack's eyes.

Jack smiles like a cat who just licked up a bunch of cream as he finishes getting dressed. "I don't think we'd sleep if I went to bed," he says teasing, "lets go look at the lovely rivers of blood first."

"Oooh rivers," the Doctor grinned. "Who knew one little noise could cause rivers of blood."

Something deep inside was shouting out at him to stop this, that it was madness, but it was getting easier and easier to push aside.

"And if we went to bed, you wouldn't leave it until you were a wordless, mindless, puddle of pleasure."

"I did," Jack says, "I saw what it did to my grandson...but I had no choice it was millions or one. The information came in useful now though so it was worth it."

He grins. "You mean I'm not now...I feel as though I am."

"I'm sorry about your grandson, Jack," the Doctor said, his face serious. "I'm so sorry. But you've honored him well today."

As to the other, the Doctor gave Jack a lazy grin. "Oh, Jack, that was just a taste of what I can do to you. Give me a few hours, you won't remember your own name," he drawled.

"Given that I only remember part of it now," Jack says half teasing, "that's a pretty tall order I think Doctor." He bows his head a moment at the though of Steven. "And thank you....Steven always enjoyed hearing about you."

The Doctor leaned in close to Jack to whisper in his ear. "Just wait until you're fucking me, and I make your brain think you're being fucked at the same time. And that's just for starters."

He stepped back and arched an eyebrow. "Do I want to know what you told him?"

Jack laughs and shakes his head. "Only clean stories I promise and only the ones with lots of adventures and running in them. He loved hearing about all the places the Doctor and his companions went."

"And did you tell him about the time you were so desperate to see me, you rode on the outside of the TARDIS, through the Time Vortex, and survived? Immortal or not, you shouldn't have survived that. You scared me to death you know," the Doctor groused. "I was sure I'd walk out and find random body parts scattered around. It wasn't until I saw you were intact that I got angry at you. But," he sighed, running fingers through his hair, "I never can stay angry at you for long, can I?"

"No didn't tell him that one...didn't even tell my daughter or my team that one," Jack says, "that would have lead into questions about the year...and I was not going to explain that to anybody."

He smiles. "If it helps I wasn't expecting to have to do that....but I'd been waiting for you for a century...I wasn't about to wait anymore."

"One of these days you'll have to tell me about your kids." Maybe one day, someday, the Doctor would be able to talk about his own.

"Welp, no more waiting for you, Jack Harkness. You'll have to shake me off like a bad penny if you want to get rid of me."

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