Fic, Dancing Lessons, 29/33: Cordax

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Story: Dancing Lessons
Author: Love! Slash! Angst! melindakitty
Characters: Ninth Doctor, Captain Jack Harkness, Rose Tyler;
Rated: Adult for slash, bisexuality, mature content, language, violence, the best bubble-bath in relative dimensions, 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.

Cordax: “A provocative, licentious, and often obscene dance of ancient Greek comedy.” (Quote blatantly taken verbatim from Wikipedia.)

(Nine likes to lead when he dances. Jack lends a hand. Rose surrenders... eventually.)





The Doctor narrows his eyes. Grins darkly at Jack. Pitches his voice to carry. “Of course you know, this means war!”

“War!... war!... war!...” the cave echoes back.

He and the lad stand back to back. Advance slowly, Jack guarding the rear.

“When we find her,” Jack murmurs. “Do me a favour and shag her a good one to teach her not to cheat.”

“Will do.” Moments like this remind him of why he loves the boy so. “You realize, in a game like this, when we catch her she’ll probably fight like a wild thing.”

“Counting on it,” Jack replies, super soaker seated firmly against his shoulder. “I’ll be very disappointed if I’m not sporting a few scratches or bruises by the end.”

“Kinky.” And a good reminder to keep a sharp eye on that arsenal of a manicure Rose keeps.

“Can you sense her?”

The Doctor was only doing a half-assed job of it before, but now he hones in on the quiet chatter of Rose’s thoughts. “Yup.” Usually bad form to cheat like this, but after the way she’s been running rings around him and Jack, he’s hardly in the mood to play fair. He scents the traces of her arousal. (Lovely smell, that, though also irritating; apparently, making asses of Jack and him is a turn-on for her.)

They emerge into the sauna room at the far end of the cave system. Rose lounges on one of the wooden benches, still gloriously and quite spectacularly nude. (And every bit of his body notices it too. Not fair of her to be devious AND gorgeous.)

He exchanges a wary look with Jack, who trains his weapon on her.

“Do you surrender, then?” the Doctor demands.

A devilish grin. “IF you can catch me.”

“Well?” he says to Jack. “Off you go.”

At Jack’s incredulous look, he adds, “Go on. I’ll have your back.”

“Coward,” Jack says, smirking.

Both he and the lad tense as Rose sits up. She lazily draws her weapon.

The moment builds in tension and silence as everyone waits for everyone else to make the first move.

Water sprays. Balloons fly. The brazier in the corner hisses as errant drops hit it. Jack abandons his weapon. Grabs Rose’s rifle. Throws her toward the Doctor, disarming her in one smooth move. She fumbles to keep her balance. He catches Rose by the wrists. Knocks her feet out from under her. Catches her.

She’s too surprised to put up much of a fight. “What the...?” She pounds on his shoulder with one fist. “Put me down!”

He pulls a face at Jack. “And here I thought every woman wanted to be swept off her feet.” He tosses Rose at Jack. “Catch.”

He does. Sets her on her feet just long enough to get a better purchase. Heaves her over one shoulder. She kicks and thrashes. Jack just looks amused. “That went well.”

He gives Rose’s bare bottom a light spank.

She shrieks in outrage.

Jack chuckles. “What now, Doctor?”

He gives the boy a good victory snog, careful to avoid Rose’s kicking feet. “Whatever turns you on, lad.”

Jack adjusts Rose on his shoulder. She screams, furious. Slaps at his back. He ignores her, looking thoughtful, then gives a slow, dangerous grin. “I think we should make her surrender.”

Rose goes still. “Make me what?”

He loves the way the lad’s mind works. (Don’t even need the telepathy to sense what kind of “convincing” the boy has in mind.) “You lead, Jack.”

“This is the deal,” Jack says. Another sharp spank to Rose’s bottom. “You listening?”

“You are a dead man when you put me down.” She doesn’t sound like she’s kidding.

“Duly noted,” Jack replies. “You have two choices: surrender now and I’ll watch as you and the Doctor have a nice, uncomplicated shag here in the sauna -- you even get to choose the position -- or you can keep being a naughty minx and I’ll help him torture you until you surrender.”

The Doctor knows which one he’s hoping she chooses. He runs the backs of his knuckles over the smooth skin of Rose’s bottom.

She glances back at him over Jack’s shoulder. It’s a look he’s seldom seen outside of erotic dreams and the occasional fantasy, and one he hopes to see again and again on a regular basis now that things have changed for the better.

Jack jiggles Rose up and down. Cursing fluently, she has to brace against his back to avoid being jostled too hard.

“Well, Miss Tyler?” says Jack. “Surrender or naughty minx?”

“Bugger you sideways with a hedgehog!” snarls Rose.

He and Jack exchange a grin.

“Naughty minx!” they say in unison.

The Doctor moves closer, tempted by the heat and scent of Rose. Kisses his way up the backs of her thighs. Nips at the soft flesh of her bottom.

Rose is completely still. When he glances up, she’s looking back at him, eyes heated.

“Well?” Jack says quietly. “Do you surrender, Rose?”

She grins. “Screw you.”

Jack has her down in his arms in a trice. She thrashes. Writhes. (Though not hard enough to actually get free.) Jack dumps her unceremoniously on the bench. She surges up. He presses her down. Overpowers her. Flips her onto her stomach. Grabs her by the wrists. Stretches her arms above her head. “Doctor?” Jack says.

He lies atop her. Slowly pins her down with his body. Presses his cock into the smooth flesh of her bottom. She gasps. He nuzzles her ear.

“Do you surrender?” says Jack.

“NEVER!” But she presses up into him slightly.

Hands firm on Rose’s outstretched wrists, Jack darts him a glance. “Don’t suppose you have any handy Time Lord tricks for a situation like this?”

Funny, he was thinking the same thing. He slips into Rose’s mind. “Surrender.”

She goes still, startled. “You...?”

“Not human, remember?” He caresses her mind with his. Strokes light fingers over her ribcage.

Rose, remembering the game, gives a half-hearted thrash. “Not fair to be in my head.”

“He’s in your head?” Jack sounds intrigued.

“Not something I do often,” says the Doctor. He bends low over Rose, loving the feel of her bare back against his bare chest. “Do you surrender?”

She says something obscene, impossible, and highly illegal.

Jack quirks an eyebrow. “Now isn’t THAT a vivid image?” He sobers. “Get into her head a little more, Doc.”

He interlaces his thoughts with Rose’s. Shows her what he has in mind if she continues this game.

She sighs sweetly. “You really want me... him... both...” The flush ripples up her body. “Ohhhhhhhh.”

“That’s better.” Jack digs fingernails into Rose’s wrists. “Now do you surrender?”

“Screw you!” (She sounds more gleeful than defiant.)

“Eventually.” Jack gives a lazy smile. “Doctor? The lady -- and I use that term loosely --gave you a suggestion.”

She resists the mental caress this time. Bucks up under him. He pins her down again. She tries to roll away. He presses her harder into the bench. Parts her thighs with a determined twist of his hips. (He can already smell the liquid fire of her.)

“Surrender!” Jack demands.

“Make me!” Her voice is fierce with the challenge. (And her mind’s awash with arousal. Turning him on, it is.)

“Doctor,” says Jack. “You heard the lady.”

He pins her hard. Spreads her thighs wide with his knees. Traces the outline of her inner labia with the head of his cock.

Her body tenses in honest surprise. “Doctor...?”

Jack shoots him a questioning look.

He grins. “Bit can be nearly prehensile if I choose. Been passing for human till now.” With a heated look at Jack, he circles that maddingly lovely wetness that is Rose again. Whispers in her ear. “But it’s not human you want, now is it, Rose?”

The shiver that runs through her is all the answer he needs. She tries to thrash again. He pins her. Presses her shoulders to the bench with hard hands. Traces her inner labia, teasing. She bites her lip, breathless.

Jack bends close to Rose’s face. “Last chance to surrender or he really will make you.”

“Let him try.” That’s his Rose: defiant to the last. But she can’t disguise how much she wants him. Her heated thoughts surge into his mind. She wills him to feel her. Arches beneath him when he does.

He thrusts deep. She’s hot and wet and tight and heavenly. She bucks beneath him. He pins her again. Makes her gasp with another deep thrust. Fortunately, a trick of his anatomy means he doesn’t have to move his hips to make her come.

She tenses, game forgotten again, as his cock moves within her. Strokes her. Caresses her. Finds just the right place. Applies just the right pressure. She bites her lip hard to keep from panting.

Jack is breathing hard. (The Doctor has the funny feeling the lad is planning a whole new set of activities for later.) He blinks. Remembers the game. Leans so close Rose can probably feel the heat of his lips. “Surrender.”

“N- n- n- NO!” Blissful shudders ripple through her. (That’s the spot. Right there. Gentle at first. Then rougher. Deeper.)

Her thoughts go all incoherent. Desperation to have him. Desperation to refuse him so the game won’t end. (And nothing is so intoxicating as feeling Rose’s desire as if it were his own.)

He has to give her points for determination, though. He glances at Jack. Lips parted, a flush on his cheeks, Jack grins. “Make her.”

He slips into Jack’s mind. Lets him feel his shared pleasure with Rose.

To his delight, Jack’s eyes roll closed. “Well, that works too--” Words fade into a deep moan at the back of his throat.

Rose is sobbing with lust beneath him. He presses her shoulders to the bench. Pins her hips with his. Slides within her without ever letting her move. The air is heavy with the sweet, salty tang of male and female human arousal.

And to feel them both in his mind as he brings Rose closer and closer is beyond any intimacy he might have dreamed. (Not even Romana...)

A fleeting, half-coherent thought from Rose. He remembers the game. Bends low. Murmurs again in Rose’s ear. “Surrender, Rose.”

“I...” She gasps. “No!”

He pulls out. Grabs her hips. Hauls her up to kneeling. Slams back in. Thrusts hard. Fast. Deep. She bites back a sob. Jack pins her hands to the bench. The Doctor slows again. Grinds his hips against hers with every thrust. Her pleasure-drunk thoughts guide him to every sweet spot. (OhGodYES!RightTHERE!)

“Surrender,” he growls.

“N-n-n-n-NO!”

He presses Rose’s shoulders to the bench. Shags her hard. Jack twists her arms up behind her back. “Surrender,” the Doctor demands.

And for a moment the only sound is of his body possessing hers, the sweet wet slap of hips meeting hips.

“Yes.” It’s barely a whisper at first. (She wants it just a bit to the left. He shifts slightly. She goes rigid with pleasure and a tinge of gratitude.)

“Say it,” he growls.

“I... su-- surrender!” She writhes before him. A hoarse scream. Her knees slide wider to welcome each him. Internal muscles caress him. He thrusts deeply. Caresses her inside. Withdraws gently.

At his glance, Jack lets her wrists go. The Doctor lays Rose down on her back. She wraps her legs around his waist. He slides in. Slowly. Draws it out as long as he can. Makes her really feel each thrust. Every slide. Caresses her consciousness. Pulls her into his heaven. Shows her he wants this. Now. Forever.

Forever.

He pauses, startled. Two humans pull him deeper into their thoughts. Jack is a blinding explosion of love and hope (with just a hint of fear.) Rose is an intoxicating blur of lust and desire and love (and oh my GOD, it just keeps getting BETTER!)

He kisses her, deep and slow. Begins to move again. Builds her again. Revels in every sensation. Breathes in the scent of her. Savours the pungent smell of the sweat of the lad who sits before them, watching with rapt attention. And Rose’s eyes. Deep brown. Wanting. Her fingernails at his back, a sharp pleasure. He’ll feel those marks later. (Though that’s not all bad.)

He buries his face in her shoulder. Moves faster. Stronger. Deeper. Finds the rhythm all three of them need. Rocks Rose hard with each thrust.

Forearm braced alongside Rose’s head, he slips his other hand beneath her backside. Tilts her hips forward. Sinks deeper still.

Rose shudders so hard he has to wait a moment before he can move again. Jack pants, eyes closed, head thrown back. And even without any hand or toy in his folds, the Doctor feels his own energy build. Unfurl. His two humans bring him to this. And he loves them more than he ever imagined he could.

They reach out to him with minds and hearts. Rose is barely coherent. Jack is oddly focussed. Rose sobs. Curses. Begs. The lad smiles at him. Together, they drive into their beloved Rose’s mind. Caress her with love and desire. Make her theirs again.

Closer. Closer. Rose’s heat consumes him. He won’t be able to hold back as he’d planned. Hoarse cries in his throat. The heavenly music of Rose’ pleasure. The sweet give of her body beneath his. Heat. Softness. Sweet, salty sweat. Jack’s presence in his mind. The two... Together... Better than anything... Jack... Rose... And he...!

In a moment of rare trust, he unfurls all his energy. Blurs the lines. Bares his soul. Lights the dim room with temporal energy. Lets them see what he really is.

And they bask in his light like penitents in the presence of their god.

He roars his pleasure. Claims the two people he loves. Surrenders completely.

It takes a long time for him to recover his senses. Rose is soft and satiated beneath him. Jack is panting hard. They might be in joyful tears. Hard to tell. Room’s boiling hot. Feels wonderful. He draws back enough to kiss Rose. She blinks, uncoordinated. Jack’s thrown his head back as if he’s still cycling in the moment of mutual orgasm. (And, knowing the quirks of temporal energy, he might’ve done.)

Slowly, languidly, Jack looks down at the Doctor. Smiles. “Remind me... to make you... make me.”

The Doctor smiles, exhausted and happier than he’s been in as long as he can remember.

Jack leans forward. Folds Rose’s arms and his own around the Doctor. Enfolds him in a double-hug.

And in that moment he could die perfectly happy.

“But you won’t die.” Jack’s voice is slightly hoarse. (Husky suits him.) “Not for a long time.”

The Doctor kisses his precious, miraculous Companions. First Rose, a lingering caress of her mouth with his. Then Jack, a more intense snog of thanks and joy. Rose’s arms and legs tighten around him.

Smiling, Jack takes the Doctor’s hand. Slides it down the smooth planes of his belly. Brushes the Doctor’s fingers over the smooth, hot hardness there.

He smiles. Slides Jack’s beautiful erection through his hand. “Now we can really finish this.”

“Yes.” Jack sobers, eyes dark with expectant lust. “But not here.”

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Crossposted to: time_and_chips, better_with_3