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Story: Dancing Lessons
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Characters: Ninth Doctor, Captain Jack Harkness, Rose Tyler;
Rated: oh, so Adult for slash, bisexuality, mature content, language, violence, and lots and lots of sex (multiple pairings/groupings)
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, 'cause if I did there would have been no parting of the ways, Rose would be happy and walking funny, and a love of tech isn't the only thing Nine and Jack would be sharing.
Spoilers: AU. If you haven't seen the first three series of Doctor Who, you may be spoilered. I like to mess with canon.
Summary: By popular request: OT3 Nine/Jack/Rose. One of Jack's exes is out for a bit of revenge. Can the Doctor and Rose figure a way to rescue him before he has to pay the piper? Watch for fancy footwork, a bit of intrigue, occasional plot, and a large excuse for love and smut.
A theatre technician in a black sweatshirt and jeans comes out and taps nervously on the microphone.
"Ahem. MelindaKitty will not be appearing this evening, due to a slight case of absence. I mean, we know where she is, she's just not here. I'm her stand-in, so I'll just be.. er.. standing in. I mean, not standing IN something, because that would be.. well." *scratches back of neck* "Anyway, she's left me some stuff to do, so I'll just, er, get on with it then."
"MIIIIIIIDNIIIIIIIIGHT, NOT A SOOOOOOUNNNND FROM THE PAAAAAVEMENT.."
*giant hook steals techie off stage*
On with the show:
Samba: An exuberant Brazilian dance featuring a whole lot of shimmying, shaking, and party-making. This dance was made for just having fun.
(Nine and Rose lead Jack in a dance he’ll never forget.)
The Doctor snogs Jack again. (Playtime’s over. This is for keeps.)
Jack presses up, loving every movement of the Doctor’s mouth on his. (Dear God that man knows how to kiss!) But just as he recovers enough brain power to begin to plot, the Doctor snaps something on his wrists.
“What...?”
The wrist cuffs.
Oh shit.
He looks up at the Doctor. “You wouldn’t...”
The Doctor grins. “I would.” The Time Lord grabs his wrist in a merciless grip. Thrusts his arm toward Rose. “If you’d be so kind,” says the Doctor in his most cordial voice.
“Rose?” But he knows she will.
Giggling, she hits just the right subdermal. The wrist-cuffs snap into place, mag-locking him to the headboard.
He glares at Rose, amused and annoyed. “Remind me to remember what a devious little minx you are.”
She giggles more. Sips his drink. “Turnabout, Captain.” She shoots a pointed look at the Doctor. “Well? Time’s wasting.”
The Doctor’s hand is strong at his jaw. Firmly holds his chin between fingers and thumb. Turns his head. The Doctor snogs him hard. Harder. And he wants it badly enough not to care about anything but letting the Time Lord taste to the back of his mouth.
(And even though he knows it’s pointless, it’s actually kind of fun to fight the cuffs.)
The Doctor’s hands slide over every plane of him as if determined to possess each square centimetre of him. He moves closer. Slides along him. A slow, leisurely frot, as if he’s got all the time in the world.
“Bastard,” Jack manages.
“Nope.” The Doctor grinds against him in a slow, hot rhythm. “Legitimately born within the bonds of matrimony.”
“Wise-ass.” (It’s very difficult to come up with decent rejoinders when one is being kissed and frotted like this.)
“’S not just me ass that’s smart.” The Doctor pulls away, chuckling. “I’m brilliant head to toe.” He examines the goodies on the tray. “Self-sterilizing?” he queries.
“Of course.” He’s going to kill him. He KNOWS how patient the Doctor can be. If the stupid alien gets distracted with minutiae, this could take hours they don’t have.
A sober look. “And what about you, Jack? You had your shots?”
He sighs. “Full battery of contraceptive implants and vaccinarial bacteria, plus I had the symbionts upgraded a month before I met you.” He gives a sardonic grin. “I’m a slut, not an idiot.”
The Doctor looks to Rose. “Means he’s housebroken.”
She purses her lips. “Figured that out by m’self, thanks.”
Jack wriggles a little in the cuffs. As expected, no use. “Please tell me you didn’t mag-lock me to the bed just to get my medical history?”
“Nope.” The Doctor gives him a dark smile that goes straight to his groin. “In another moment, I’m going to shag you unconscious.”
He blinks. His whole body tightens sweetly at the thought. He manages to smile. “Well all right then!”
The Doctor turns. Rakes him with a look that gets Jack’s heart beating a million times a second. He’s really serious. He’s really going to...
The Doctor pounces. Fierce, impossible kisses. The whole of that thrumming energy builds. Hands everywhere. Merciless caresses that say what he’s been praying for from the first dance. (Mine. Mine. Mine.) The Doctor retrieves something from the tray. Jack shivers in anticipation. A cool, slick hand wraps around his cock. Slides. Twists. Just right. Just good. Just what he... And then faster. Merciless as the kiss that follows.
He whimpers with lust. Glances at Rose.
Lips parted, aroused, she gives him a thumbs-up. He grins.
The Doctor catches his chin firmly in his free hand. Turns his head firmly. Strokes him harder. “Forgive me if I’m boring you.”
Oooooooh. The Doctor’s gone all rough and masterly. Life is damn good. (And he thinks with amusement that he’s never been so willing to bottom for anyone before. With luck, this will be a shag worth living for.) “Not at all,” he says.
And when Jack brought out his arsenal, he hadn’t counted on the Doctor knowing how to use every single item in it. Silly him, he keeps forgetting the Doctor’s been-it-seen-it-done-it-got-the-souvenir experiences might have extended into the bedroom too. (Can shag a lot of aliens in 900 years.)
He’s left breathless and shivering with pleasure after the Doctor runs him through the sonic toys in quick and thorough succession.
He’s reduced to whimpering in desperation after the internal pulsors.
He nearly looses his mind when the Doctor... that wand that he...
And to his astonishment, when the Doctor lets him have a moment to recover his ability to rub two thoughts together, Jack’s still hard and unfinished. He’s so accustomed to one good come per ride that he stares at the Doctor, openly confused.
The Doctor gives a half-smile. “If you thought ‘twas only ladies got to be multi-orgasmic, lad, you’ve got a lot to learn.”
He has to try three times before his mouth works right. “T-teach me?”
Again with the smirk. (It’s actually becoming a turn-on.) “Gladly.” The Doctor glances at Rose. “Care to give us a hand, Rose?”
She grins. “Two, if you need them.”
The Doctor chuckles. “Come here, love. I want to show you something.”
And that’s when Jack finds out how true “turnabout is foreplay” really is. The Doctor shows Rose in smooth strokes and hot looks how to position her hand just so. How to slide with a twist at the head of his cock. How to have him moaning and gasping and begging for more. And just when Jack thinks life can’t possibly get any better, the mag-locks release on his cuffs.
But not for long. The Doctor turns him over gently. Hits the subdermals. Mag-locks him again, this time facing down. Breathes across his ear, a low, possessive sound.
And Jack realizes with a blissful shudder just how much trouble he’s in.
The present dissolves into a blur of hands and mouths on his skin. Rose kisses him deeply. The Doctor marks him, teeth at his shoulder. Someone kisses their lazy way down his back. Hands. Whose hands? He can’t be sure. Someone strokes his cock with a sure hand. Then a merciless hand. Then sweet again. Who? He’s losing track. Doesn’t care. They fill his senses. The musky, salty sweetness of Rose. The tingling cool of the Doctor. More toys. (God, how many of them did he choose? Damned if he can remember.)
It’s not long before he’s begging in broken gasps and half-coherent phrases. Rose slips under his arm. Sits before him. Kisses him so hard and deep he begins to forget where she ends and he begins.
The Doctor’s hands are hard at his hips. Raising him to his knees. (Oh PLEASE!) A quick tease at the opening and then inside in one smooth slide. (OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGod!) Long firm strokes so he can feel every bit of him. Bastard’s amazing; he finds every possible place that feels....
And to his amusement, he finds himself crying “Doctor!” like it’s an incantation. He bites his lip hard. Tries to focus through the pleasure. Manages to give Rose a Look.
And, little minx that she is, she gets the idea. She hits the right subdermal to activate the toy that’s still deep in the Doctor’s folds. With a startled cry, the Time Lord goes rigid with pleasure. Jack gasps, savouring the burn of that energy unfolding in and through him. (Whatever the hell the Doctor is, it’s damn addictive.)
The Doctor takes him, hard and sweet and determined. Bends over him. Wraps his arms around him. And just as he did with Rose, Jack can almost hear it in the rhythm of those hips against his.
Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
And damned if he can think... straight... Oh... Dear... God... This...
Jack screams. The Doctor cries out. Fills him. That insane energy flows in and through him. Golden. Sparkling. Dangerous. Protective. BURNING! SWEET!
He surrenders to it. Submits completely.
Jack comes to his senses aware of a hand gently stroking his cock. Gentle becomes firm. Firm becomes determined. Determined twists and turns just the right way. He comes so hard he sees stars.
He sobs, happy in ways he doesn’t have words for. Wrung out in ways that startle him. (Stupid him, he thought he’d done everything there was to do in bed.) Someone -- he thinks it might be Rose -- kisses him sweetly. Deeply. He tries his best to kiss back. The Doctor’s arms are still around him. That slightly rough cheek presses against his shoulder. Beautiful. Just beautiful. (This must be what Heaven is like.)
“Turn him loose, Rose.” The Doctor’s voice is hoarse, but oddly calm. “I think he’s had enough.”
She grins against his lips. Hits the wrong button. Something -- he thinks it’s the hover-tray -- zips across the room. Crashes into a wall.
“Shit!”
He catches Rose with a kiss. “Third... fifth and seventh... on left... second... row. Stick out slightly.” It’s either completely fantastic or slightly humiliating to be this undone.
The hover-tray returns to its place by the bed. With one more prompt, Rose finds the right control to release him from the mag-locks.
The Doctor eases them to the bed. Curls his body around Jack’s. Rose fits herself so her back presses against his chest and belly, her lovely bottom against his groin. She pulls the Doctor’s arm across them to fold around her.
“All right, Rose?” says the Doctor.
He can almost feel her smile. “Fantastic.”
The Doctor nuzzles his ear. “All right, Jack?”
“Mmmmmmmmmmdkkllllllllllloppppppssssssss.” Shit. That was coherent inside his head. And he’s trying... not to fall... Doctor will never let him live it down if he...
Rose turns in his arms. “Jack?”
“Mmmmmm?” Awake. Have to stay awake. Can’t fall asleep now.
She laughs. “All right. Now I’m impressed.”
“Time Lord.” God, could the Doctor BE any more smug? “Best lay in the universe.”
He’s just about to slip into blissful oblivion when every molecule in his body shivers in agony. White. Hot. Blue. Hot. Pain. No. Please. Not. Again.
Rose screams. The Doctor shouts, hoarse.
“We have come,” says a coldly familiar voice in his head, “for the human criminal, Captain Jack Harkness.”
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Author: Love! Slash! Angst!
melindakittyCharacters: Ninth Doctor, Captain Jack Harkness, Rose Tyler;
Rated: oh, so Adult for slash, bisexuality, mature content, language, violence, and lots and lots of sex (multiple pairings/groupings)
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, 'cause if I did there would have been no parting of the ways, Rose would be happy and walking funny, and a love of tech isn't the only thing Nine and Jack would be sharing.
Spoilers: AU. If you haven't seen the first three series of Doctor Who, you may be spoilered. I like to mess with canon.
Summary: By popular request: OT3 Nine/Jack/Rose. One of Jack's exes is out for a bit of revenge. Can the Doctor and Rose figure a way to rescue him before he has to pay the piper? Watch for fancy footwork, a bit of intrigue, occasional plot, and a large excuse for love and smut.
A theatre technician in a black sweatshirt and jeans comes out and taps nervously on the microphone.
"Ahem. MelindaKitty will not be appearing this evening, due to a slight case of absence. I mean, we know where she is, she's just not here. I'm her stand-in, so I'll just be.. er.. standing in. I mean, not standing IN something, because that would be.. well." *scratches back of neck* "Anyway, she's left me some stuff to do, so I'll just, er, get on with it then."
"MIIIIIIIDNIIIIIIIIGHT, NOT A SOOOOOOUNNNND FROM THE PAAAAAVEMENT.."
*giant hook steals techie off stage*
On with the show:
Samba: An exuberant Brazilian dance featuring a whole lot of shimmying, shaking, and party-making. This dance was made for just having fun.
(Nine and Rose lead Jack in a dance he’ll never forget.)
The Doctor snogs Jack again. (Playtime’s over. This is for keeps.)
Jack presses up, loving every movement of the Doctor’s mouth on his. (Dear God that man knows how to kiss!) But just as he recovers enough brain power to begin to plot, the Doctor snaps something on his wrists.
“What...?”
The wrist cuffs.
Oh shit.
He looks up at the Doctor. “You wouldn’t...”
The Doctor grins. “I would.” The Time Lord grabs his wrist in a merciless grip. Thrusts his arm toward Rose. “If you’d be so kind,” says the Doctor in his most cordial voice.
“Rose?” But he knows she will.
Giggling, she hits just the right subdermal. The wrist-cuffs snap into place, mag-locking him to the headboard.
He glares at Rose, amused and annoyed. “Remind me to remember what a devious little minx you are.”
She giggles more. Sips his drink. “Turnabout, Captain.” She shoots a pointed look at the Doctor. “Well? Time’s wasting.”
The Doctor’s hand is strong at his jaw. Firmly holds his chin between fingers and thumb. Turns his head. The Doctor snogs him hard. Harder. And he wants it badly enough not to care about anything but letting the Time Lord taste to the back of his mouth.
(And even though he knows it’s pointless, it’s actually kind of fun to fight the cuffs.)
The Doctor’s hands slide over every plane of him as if determined to possess each square centimetre of him. He moves closer. Slides along him. A slow, leisurely frot, as if he’s got all the time in the world.
“Bastard,” Jack manages.
“Nope.” The Doctor grinds against him in a slow, hot rhythm. “Legitimately born within the bonds of matrimony.”
“Wise-ass.” (It’s very difficult to come up with decent rejoinders when one is being kissed and frotted like this.)
“’S not just me ass that’s smart.” The Doctor pulls away, chuckling. “I’m brilliant head to toe.” He examines the goodies on the tray. “Self-sterilizing?” he queries.
“Of course.” He’s going to kill him. He KNOWS how patient the Doctor can be. If the stupid alien gets distracted with minutiae, this could take hours they don’t have.
A sober look. “And what about you, Jack? You had your shots?”
He sighs. “Full battery of contraceptive implants and vaccinarial bacteria, plus I had the symbionts upgraded a month before I met you.” He gives a sardonic grin. “I’m a slut, not an idiot.”
The Doctor looks to Rose. “Means he’s housebroken.”
She purses her lips. “Figured that out by m’self, thanks.”
Jack wriggles a little in the cuffs. As expected, no use. “Please tell me you didn’t mag-lock me to the bed just to get my medical history?”
“Nope.” The Doctor gives him a dark smile that goes straight to his groin. “In another moment, I’m going to shag you unconscious.”
He blinks. His whole body tightens sweetly at the thought. He manages to smile. “Well all right then!”
The Doctor turns. Rakes him with a look that gets Jack’s heart beating a million times a second. He’s really serious. He’s really going to...
The Doctor pounces. Fierce, impossible kisses. The whole of that thrumming energy builds. Hands everywhere. Merciless caresses that say what he’s been praying for from the first dance. (Mine. Mine. Mine.) The Doctor retrieves something from the tray. Jack shivers in anticipation. A cool, slick hand wraps around his cock. Slides. Twists. Just right. Just good. Just what he... And then faster. Merciless as the kiss that follows.
He whimpers with lust. Glances at Rose.
Lips parted, aroused, she gives him a thumbs-up. He grins.
The Doctor catches his chin firmly in his free hand. Turns his head firmly. Strokes him harder. “Forgive me if I’m boring you.”
Oooooooh. The Doctor’s gone all rough and masterly. Life is damn good. (And he thinks with amusement that he’s never been so willing to bottom for anyone before. With luck, this will be a shag worth living for.) “Not at all,” he says.
And when Jack brought out his arsenal, he hadn’t counted on the Doctor knowing how to use every single item in it. Silly him, he keeps forgetting the Doctor’s been-it-seen-it-done-it-got-the-souvenir experiences might have extended into the bedroom too. (Can shag a lot of aliens in 900 years.)
He’s left breathless and shivering with pleasure after the Doctor runs him through the sonic toys in quick and thorough succession.
He’s reduced to whimpering in desperation after the internal pulsors.
He nearly looses his mind when the Doctor... that wand that he...
And to his astonishment, when the Doctor lets him have a moment to recover his ability to rub two thoughts together, Jack’s still hard and unfinished. He’s so accustomed to one good come per ride that he stares at the Doctor, openly confused.
The Doctor gives a half-smile. “If you thought ‘twas only ladies got to be multi-orgasmic, lad, you’ve got a lot to learn.”
He has to try three times before his mouth works right. “T-teach me?”
Again with the smirk. (It’s actually becoming a turn-on.) “Gladly.” The Doctor glances at Rose. “Care to give us a hand, Rose?”
She grins. “Two, if you need them.”
The Doctor chuckles. “Come here, love. I want to show you something.”
And that’s when Jack finds out how true “turnabout is foreplay” really is. The Doctor shows Rose in smooth strokes and hot looks how to position her hand just so. How to slide with a twist at the head of his cock. How to have him moaning and gasping and begging for more. And just when Jack thinks life can’t possibly get any better, the mag-locks release on his cuffs.
But not for long. The Doctor turns him over gently. Hits the subdermals. Mag-locks him again, this time facing down. Breathes across his ear, a low, possessive sound.
And Jack realizes with a blissful shudder just how much trouble he’s in.
The present dissolves into a blur of hands and mouths on his skin. Rose kisses him deeply. The Doctor marks him, teeth at his shoulder. Someone kisses their lazy way down his back. Hands. Whose hands? He can’t be sure. Someone strokes his cock with a sure hand. Then a merciless hand. Then sweet again. Who? He’s losing track. Doesn’t care. They fill his senses. The musky, salty sweetness of Rose. The tingling cool of the Doctor. More toys. (God, how many of them did he choose? Damned if he can remember.)
It’s not long before he’s begging in broken gasps and half-coherent phrases. Rose slips under his arm. Sits before him. Kisses him so hard and deep he begins to forget where she ends and he begins.
The Doctor’s hands are hard at his hips. Raising him to his knees. (Oh PLEASE!) A quick tease at the opening and then inside in one smooth slide. (OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGod!) Long firm strokes so he can feel every bit of him. Bastard’s amazing; he finds every possible place that feels....
And to his amusement, he finds himself crying “Doctor!” like it’s an incantation. He bites his lip hard. Tries to focus through the pleasure. Manages to give Rose a Look.
And, little minx that she is, she gets the idea. She hits the right subdermal to activate the toy that’s still deep in the Doctor’s folds. With a startled cry, the Time Lord goes rigid with pleasure. Jack gasps, savouring the burn of that energy unfolding in and through him. (Whatever the hell the Doctor is, it’s damn addictive.)
The Doctor takes him, hard and sweet and determined. Bends over him. Wraps his arms around him. And just as he did with Rose, Jack can almost hear it in the rhythm of those hips against his.
Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
And damned if he can think... straight... Oh... Dear... God... This...
Jack screams. The Doctor cries out. Fills him. That insane energy flows in and through him. Golden. Sparkling. Dangerous. Protective. BURNING! SWEET!
He surrenders to it. Submits completely.
Jack comes to his senses aware of a hand gently stroking his cock. Gentle becomes firm. Firm becomes determined. Determined twists and turns just the right way. He comes so hard he sees stars.
He sobs, happy in ways he doesn’t have words for. Wrung out in ways that startle him. (Stupid him, he thought he’d done everything there was to do in bed.) Someone -- he thinks it might be Rose -- kisses him sweetly. Deeply. He tries his best to kiss back. The Doctor’s arms are still around him. That slightly rough cheek presses against his shoulder. Beautiful. Just beautiful. (This must be what Heaven is like.)
“Turn him loose, Rose.” The Doctor’s voice is hoarse, but oddly calm. “I think he’s had enough.”
She grins against his lips. Hits the wrong button. Something -- he thinks it’s the hover-tray -- zips across the room. Crashes into a wall.
“Shit!”
He catches Rose with a kiss. “Third... fifth and seventh... on left... second... row. Stick out slightly.” It’s either completely fantastic or slightly humiliating to be this undone.
The hover-tray returns to its place by the bed. With one more prompt, Rose finds the right control to release him from the mag-locks.
The Doctor eases them to the bed. Curls his body around Jack’s. Rose fits herself so her back presses against his chest and belly, her lovely bottom against his groin. She pulls the Doctor’s arm across them to fold around her.
“All right, Rose?” says the Doctor.
He can almost feel her smile. “Fantastic.”
The Doctor nuzzles his ear. “All right, Jack?”
“Mmmmmmmmmmdkkllllllllllloppppppssssssss.” Shit. That was coherent inside his head. And he’s trying... not to fall... Doctor will never let him live it down if he...
Rose turns in his arms. “Jack?”
“Mmmmmm?” Awake. Have to stay awake. Can’t fall asleep now.
She laughs. “All right. Now I’m impressed.”
“Time Lord.” God, could the Doctor BE any more smug? “Best lay in the universe.”
He’s just about to slip into blissful oblivion when every molecule in his body shivers in agony. White. Hot. Blue. Hot. Pain. No. Please. Not. Again.
Rose screams. The Doctor shouts, hoarse.
“We have come,” says a coldly familiar voice in his head, “for the human criminal, Captain Jack Harkness.”
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