OOC: LOG: 'We just about tolerate one another breathing'

[docisin]

Who: Jack thedashinghero and Owen docisin
When: Not long after this
Where: The Hub
What: Past!Jack meeting Current!Owen and them ending up sleeping together.
Why: Because they have the sex disease. NC17.

Jack wandered around the Hub, his eyes sad as he visited his old team-mates' stations. He still couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that they were all gone and replaced. Speaking of replacements, he found one in the autopsy pit. He simply watched him for a moment, before stepping forward and making his presence known. "Are you alright?" he asked, concerned at his behaviour.

"Bah!", Owen jumped a few feet in the air before smoothing out his labcoat, "Jack..". He eyed him carefully. "You're not from the future, too, are you?"

"The future?" Jack asked, blinking, before shaking his head. "No, that's the Ianto person I met, who I'm apparently married to. I'm from the past."

Owen blinked once, closed his eyes, counted to ten and promptly kicked his autopsy table.
"Why am I the only sodding one here living in the right sodding timeframe?!!"

Jack's lips quirked into a semi-amused expression. "I don't know, we're trying to figure it out. Would you mind introducing yourself? I haven't met any of you yet."

"Oh bollocks", Owen shifted awkwardly, "Doctor Owen Harper. You recruited me about four years ago, been your medical officer ever since"

"I kind of gathered that, what with the being in the autopsy pit and all," Jack chuckled, nodding. "I'm from 1998, before...before I recruited all of you," he murmured, his eyes closing briefly as he collected himself again.

Owen's face changed into one of concern almost immediately. "...You alright, Jack?"

"I'm fine. Just had a bit of a shock, that's all. Not every day you find out you were the only survivor of you team," Jack explained, after taking a deep breath, not wanting to break down again.

"Oh....that", Owen sighed, "Sorry, Love, that's summat that was out of everyone's control, even yours"

Jack stared at him. "....'Love'?" he asked quietly, tilting his head.

"Oh, bollocks", said Owen under his breath wincing at the slip, "He hasn't told you...of course he hasn't told you, he's Ianto"

"Hang on a sec, I'm confused," Jack murmured. "He said we were married, with a kid and everything. I didn't believe him at first, but he had a picture...what hasn't he told me?"

"Well, I'm in the present, but you're engaged right now, so I guess you get married in the future...", Owen frowned softly, a sudden feeling of dread feeling him, well....it had been a possibility, "You know what? Doesn't matter"

"It obviously does," Jack replied, frowning too. "But let's focus on the present for now, instead of worrying about what may or may not happen in the future. What's your relationship to me? Or at least, present-day me?"

Owen considered. "Oi, this won't cause a bloody paradox or summat, will it?", he said, trying to change the subject.

"No," Jack replied, rolling his eyes. "Even if I do remember all this when I go back, I wouldn't try to change it. I know better than to mess with time. And don't change the subject."

Owen played with a few things on his table, before sighing. "We...um...we're...I dunno, lovers, I guess, prolly not the right word, but still", he sighed, "Maybe you got to be monogamous after the baby was born"

Jack laughed, shaking his head. "Me? Monogamous? Not in my lifetime, baby or no. I just don't work that way," he explained, shrugging. "That's why it was so hard for me to wrap my head around the married thing."

"Yeah, well, you were gonna stay with me...and the rest of us", Owen shrugged, "I dunno, you'd do anything for Ianto"

"Yeah, well if he doesn't like who I am than that's his problem," Jack reassured him. "'Course, I don't know who I am anymore," he admitted awkwardly. "He knew so much about me...things I've never told anyone."

"That because he's the love of your life", said Owen matter-of-factly, "You know, wot with the marrying and the kid raising and everything"

"Yeah, but I've married before," Jack pointed out. "I didn't tell her half the things he knows. It's just strange. I don't even know what to say to you, because I have no idea what you know about me," he sighed.

Owen chuckled. "I know things", he murmured, "We talk about different thing to what you and Ianto talk about. Morbid stuff, quite a lot of the time....what with the dead thing and all"

"Dead thing?" Jack asked, tilting his head again. "You mean you know about...what happens to me?"

"When you die? Yeah", Owen frowned, "Done it myself. Twice"

"You...what?" Jack stared at him. "You've been there? And come back? How?" he breathed.

Owen frowned. "Well, first time 'round you used a resurrection glove on me", he said, "I was the living dead for a bit, then I died, woke up dead, and got zapped back to life by a chick in hot leather"

"A resurrection glove? I'm not sure what that is, but I can guess. Shit, you actually know what it's like..." Jack shivered, his eyes closing again. "I haven't...nobody's ever..."

Owen frowned, moving over to him, putting a hand on his arm gently. "The darkness with the thing stalking about?", he nodded, "Yeah, Jack, I know what it's like"

Jack hugged him tightly then, relaxing against him as he noticed how familiar it felt, just like hugging Ianto had. "Do you...are you normal now? After you were zapped to life?"

Owen chuckled, nuzzling against him for the familiar warmth. "Define 'normal'"

"Normal life span?" Jack asked, smiling a little as Owen nuzzled him. "Still human and all that."

"I think we've figured out if I die, I come back dead", murmured Owen, "And Tosh....future Tosh...says I haven't aged, so I'm guessing no.....Plus there's the weevil thing"

"Weevil thing?" Jack asked, confused. "And who's Tosh?"

"Toshiko Sato, your technical officer", said Owen, "She....died, been living in my computer, but she somehow got herself back to life again"
He took a deep breath.
"Got mauled by a weevil, got possessed by death, since then I'm the Weevil King, all hail me and my weevil powers"

Jack took a few long moments to process all that information, before simply giving up and kissing Owen, all his confusion, sadness, loneliness and need creeping into it. "I'm sorry," he murmured against his lips. "I know I'm not your Jack, but..." he trailed off, hoping he would understand.

"'Salright, considering the morning I've had...", he chuckled, before returning it gently, his fingers playing in Jack's hair just so.

Jack smiled a bit at the touch, looking at him. "You really love me, don't you?"

"'Course I do", said Owen, "I don't lie about stuff like that"

"I never meant to suggest you did," Jack replied, sighing. "It's just...all kind of shocking, how much I've changed," he chuckled.

"What, were you more of a pain in the arse before I met you?", he teased with a smile.

"I suppose you could put it that way," Jack laughed, nodding. "I don't share things. Emotions, history, any of it, and as far as falling in love is concerned..." he shrugged, trailing off.

"Oh", Owen shrugged, "Yeah, you're just a big ball of emotion nowadays...and sex"

"Well, at least something's consistent. And it's not that I'm not a big ball of emotion, I just...keep to myself about it," Jack explained quietly. "It's easier to keep it all in than to only share some of it."

"That explains why you sod off and pretend you're alright when you're not, then", said Owen, watching him.

"Sounds like me," Jack agreed, nodding again. "But here I am, telling you all this stuff anyway, so obviously you're a good influence."

"Oh, I'm a shining influence on everybody", Owen gave a lopsided smirk.

"And a terrible liar," Jack chuckled, grinning a little. "I get the feeling you and my....husband? Wow that's weird to say," he commented thoughtfully. "You don't get along, do you?"

"Me and Ianto?", Owen considered this carefully, "Well..um..no. Not even slightly. We just about tolerate one another breathing"

"That must be hard for both of you then," Jack murmured, glancing at him. "What with the both being in love with me."

"S'been the result of many a good punch up", Owen chuckled ruefully, "The bastard always gets me on the back of the head, too"

"I'm sorry," Jack apologized, sticking his hands in his pockets awkwardly. "I hope neither of you are ever injured too badly because of it."

"Nah, don't worry about it", Owen murmured, glancing up at him, "We're both okay"

"Define 'okay'," Jack replied, raising an eyebrow.

"Nearly killed him once", sighed Owen, "But I've got that under control now"

"Oh. Wow. Well the control part is good, at least," Jack agreed, before pausing for a few moments, considering something. "Oh god. Owen...your Jack is going to be a mess when he comes back," he realized.

"Why?", Owen frowned, "...What's wrong?"

"Remember what I told you? I just now found out from Ianto that all of my team members died, and I was the only survivor. They'll still be alive when he goes back," Jack explained.

"...Oh crap", muttered Owen, "Bollocks, he'll hide in his office for weeks. He better not stop sodding eating again"

"Again?" Jack asked quietly, tensing a little.

"Yes, you're a bastard when you're upset", said Owen, "Stop fucking eating and mope about"

"I know. I just...I've done it before. Death by starvation," Jack murmured. "Didn't think it would happen again."

"You haven't died", said Owen, "We won't let you"

"According to that Master guy, I've died an awful lot," Jack pointed out. "Hell, I thought surviving two world wars was bad..."

"Yeah, you have", said Owen, frowning, "Doesn't mean it makes it any easier"

"No, I imagine not. Do any of them...does anyone else...know? What it's like?" Jack asked awkwardly.

"Dying?", Owen sighed, "I don't think so". He paused considering the original Jack, then dismissed him, deciding not to bring him up. "Not really"

Jack sighed in relief, nodding. "Well, that's something, at least." He stifled a yawn, blinking his eyes a bit. "Anything else I should know?"

"Yeah, you should sleep", murmured Owen, kissing his forehead gently, realising he wouldn't need the tranqs.

Jack shrugged, though he smiled a bit at the kiss. "I don't sleep much. And even if I did...knowing my whole team was slaughtered is just asking for more nightmares."

Owen frowned, looking away. "You've been having nightmares....I've been giving you tranqs so you can sleep"

"Tranqs?" Jack asked, frowning too. "I've always had nightmares, but I've never had to take tranquilizers for them."

"They get worse", said Owen quietly, "You don't want to know, and I'm not going to be the one to tell you, so please....just don't ask"

"Alright," Jack replied, hugging him again. "I won't ask. I've already been enough of a masochist today anyway," he chuckled.

"You have that", said Owen, giving him a gentle shove with his shoulder.

The shove brought a small smile to Jack's lips, and he nodded. "I think I'm going to go see if my room is the same as it was when I left it."

"Probably is", Owen laughed, "You don't like change"

"Well, obviously I don't mind it too terribly if I'm in these kinds of relationships," Jack pointed out, chuckling again.

"Well, no", Owen smirked, "The way you talked, it's how you always were anyway, Mr. 51st Century guy"

Jack shook his head. "Even that was different. Sure I've been with tons of people throughout the years, but...after my first ex-wife left me, I never really let anyone get close, not the way you and Ianto seem to be."

Owen smiled softly. "Well, you have that way about you", he murmured softly, "Not to mention....a couple of others"

Jack blinked slowly. "Others?"

"Yeah", Owen chuckled, "We joke you have a harem"

"How many others?" Jack asked, raising an eyebrow.

Owen considered. "Well...umm, that depends with you count people who are officially with you or people you love but aren't actually...um...with you"

"Let's start with the officials," Jack laughed, amused and curious at the same time.

"Alight", Owen considered, "Bearin' in mind I dunno what happens in the future, there's Ianto, Me, Umm an American, Doyle...John's kinda your ex...."

"John?" Jack asked, immediately tensing. "He's not kinda my ex. He IS my ex. He's here?"

"Well, yeah", Owen chuckled, "But I don't know if you two are doing anything. And yeah, he's tooling about with the Master"

"Still don't know who that guy is, I just know I don't like him. But John...I'd never do anything with that bastard again. Not after he abandoned me like that," Jack growled, before taking a deep breath to calm himself.

Owen frowned, giving him a hug. "There's a lot you've got to learn, you should talk to him"

Jack relaxed into the hug after a few moments, leaning against Owen. "....Alright. But only because I trust you."

"Thanks, Mate", he whispered gently, stroking his hair.

"What are you thanking me for?" Jack murmured, smiling again at the touch.

"Just listening", Owen chuckled, kissing the top of his head fondly.

"Who wouldn't listen to a gorgeous voice like yours?" Jack asked, smirking a little.

Owen laughed. "Maybe you did bang your head a bit"

"Why, for thinking your voice is gorgeous? Trust me when I say it is. Always did have a thing for accents," Jack chuckled.

"Even a rotten cockney one?", laughed Owen.

"Even a sexy cockney one," Jack replied, grinning as he ruffled Owen's hair.

"Oi", Owen struggled against him, laughing, "Leave the hair alone"

"But it's cute hair," Jack protested, pouting. "I don't want to leave it alone."

"I take my time styling it to perfection", Owen grinned.

Jack raised an eyebrow again. "You primp? Isn't that kinda girly?" he teased.

"Not in this century, Mate", Owen laughed.

"If you say so," Jack replied, a bit of light returning to his eyes at Owen's laughter.

"I do say so", Owen said with a patented Harper lopsided smirk.

Jack's eyes were drawn to Owen's lips again at the smirk, and he had to mentally shake himself out of it. "So, like I said...anything else I should know before I go check out my room?"

"Nope", Owen watched him, taking a deep breath of his own, "You should be okay for it now"

Jack found himself almost subconsciously taking a step closer to Owen, instead of closer to his room. "Thank you, Owen, for everything," he murmured.

Owen glanced up at him, brown eyes softer for a change, nodding. "Hey, don't mention it, Love"

The soft look drew Jack in closer, and he was unable to resist brushing his lips against his future lover's again. "I mean it. It means a lot."

"S'alright", murmured Owen, returning the kiss gently.

Jack deepened the kiss, his arms sliding around Owen's waist as he pulled him closer, ready to step away at any moment if the doctor protested.

Owen gave a soft purr of happiness into it, returning the deepness, stepping closer to the captain.

Jack continued the deep kiss for a few long moments, not wanting to push his luck, before sliding his tongue into Owen's mouth and tasting him, teeth scraping gently along the younger man's lip in a teasing fashion.

Owen gasped softly, moving in, his tongue racing over Jack's before returning the gentle nip with a low chuckle.

"Mmn...Owen, I know I shouldn't," Jack murmured against his lips, even as he pressed up against him. "I'm not your Jack, and you've got a lot to deal with. But you're fucking irresistible."

Owen shivered at his movements, groaning a little. "You think you're not?", he breathed.

"Which, irresistible, or your Jack?" Jack chuckled, nipping along his jaw as he backed him against the autopsy table.

"That would be that first one", said Owen with a low, lusty chuckle, arching his jaw for him, his hands sliding to Jack's rear.

Jack groaned at feeling Owen's hands, his own pulling Owen's hips close as he ground against him, kissing his neck and marking him there. "'Course I'm irresistible. 51st century pheromones," he murmured low into his ear.

Owen chuckled low with a smirk. "It's pheromones that got us together in the first place", he said, his hands sliding under Jack's trousers.

"Was it really?" Jack asked curiously, before moaning a bit at the touch, his own skilled fingers working to undo Owen's.

"Yup, alien pheromone spray, got doused in it", Owen smirked, his hands finding bare flesh, "Went at it like rabbits for hours"

"Oh hell, I can imagine," Jack groaned and pressed against Owen's hands, kissing him deeply with tongue and teeth as his fingers wrapped around Owen's arousal.

Owen let out a growl, returning the biting kiss, moving into Jack's hand as he sat up onto the autopsy table.

The growl startled Jack and turned him on at the same time, his own fire fueled by Owen's as he teased his arousal with one hand, the other attempting to remove Owen's coat and shirt.

Owen chuckled low, sliding them off, biting and sucking at the older man's jaw as he pulled him in close, hands grasping at his rear.

"You really like my ass, don't you?" Jack teased between groans, tilting his head at Owen's actions.

"You'd rather I didn't?", smirked Owen, nipping lightly as his skin.

"Oh no, I'd rather you did," Jack smirked, pushing him back on the autopsy table before crawling on top of him. "I'd rather you like it a lot."

Owen laughed, pulling him into a fierce kiss, his legs wrapping around his waist. "Good thing that works out for both of us, then", he said, before yanking Jack firmly against him with a groan.

"Oh fuck," Jack moaned, grinding against him roughly, not having a baby to worry about, and returning the fierce kiss, only pausing to fumble at his own trousers, which his arousal was straining against.

Owen chuckled low and dirty into his ear as his helped him push his trousers off, his hands squeezing his rear again with a lopsided smirk.

"Shit, those hands are amazing," Jack murmured, melting against Owen at the action, before sucking on his earlobe. "Now," he purred silkily. "How, exactly, would you like me?"

"They're surgeons hands, of course they are", grinned Owen, then laughed, "You're the one that hasn't had me before...yet, go as you like"

"In that case," Jack replied, kissing him deeply again and smirking against his lips. "I'd like you to show me everything you've got, Doctor Owen Harper. Give me something to look forward to when I go back," he murmured.

Owen chuckled low and throaty. "You asked for it", he mumured against his lips, flipping them over onto the table, undoing Jack's buttons with one swipe of his finger, pulling off his shirt, kissing and biting along the newly exposed chest as his hands travelled to his thighs.

Jack whimpered in response to Owen's actions, almost as though he'd been yearning for someone to take this kind of control for years. He arched up against Owen's lips and parted his thighs eagerly, shivering in anticipation.

Owen chuckled low, his lips pursing on a nipple as one hand stroked his arousal slowly, the other moving down to his rear, slipping one finger inside.

Jack gasped at the attention, his fingers running through Owen's hair before clutching his shoulders, his nails digging in a bit as he was entered. "Oh fuck, it's been awhile," he breathed, pressing back against Owen's finger.

Owen didn't mind his nails, rolling Jack's nipple between his teeth. "Been a while since you had sex? I bloody doubt it", he said as a second finger entered.

"No," Jack groaned, a little mewl of pleasure escaping at the feeling of Owen's teeth and another finger. "Since anyone fucked me."

Owen arched a brow, moving to give the other nipple the same treatment, his fingers scissoring out. "Well, I'll have to make sure you remember it, then"

"No problem there," Jack reassured him, moaning Owen's name and clutching him tighter as his fingers scissored.

Owen grinned, slipping his fingers out, moving to kiss Jack deeply, pushing this jeans off his slim waist. "You ready, Captain Harkness?"

"Fuck, I've been ready, Doctor Harper," Jack groaned, after returning the deep kiss passionately, lifting his hips up invitingly.

Owen grinned, his kiss all teeth and tongues as he slipped slowly into him.

Jack cried out into the kiss as he was entered, the lack of lube making him a little sore, but not overly so yet. He caught his breath before kissing Owen again, sucking on his tongue teasingly before shifting his hips and encouraging him to move.

Owen growled into the kiss, pressing into him giving him time to adjust as he began to rock.

Jack rocked powerfully back against him, trying not to claw Owen's back as he shifted to kiss and bite down his neck again.

Owen cried out softly, arching his neck for Jack as he increased his pace, driving deeper as the table creaked in protest.

Jack matched Owen's pace with ease, ignoring the creak of the table as he did so, sucking on Owen's neck and moaning against his skin.

Owen let out another inhuman growl as he moved into him one hand moving to Jack's member, curling around it and pumping to match their pace.

Jack pulled Owen into another deep kiss after licking over his marks, thrusting into his hand as he moved back against him, not thrown by the inhuman growl in the least.

Owen smirked, kissing him deeply as his hand moved faster, rocking deep inside him, aiming for that spot he knew so well now.

Jack cried out again as Owen struck him just right, losing control completely as he moved back against him. "Owen," he moaned as he shuddered, releasing between them.

Owen cried out at Jack's release spilling into him as he arched back, his eyes closed.

Jack held him close after they were spent, nuzzling him and stroking his hair. "You. Are fantastic," he murmured into his ear.

Owen grinned, leaning in for a gentle kiss. "So're you, love", he murmured.

"'Course I am," Jack chuckled, kissing him back happily. "I'm Captain Jack Harkness."

Owen slipped out of him and laughed. "That's your favourite line"

"Some things never change," Jack grinned, after pouting a little at the loss of Owen inside him. "You totally made all that waiting worth it."

Owen smiled a proper smile. "Good, I'm glad", he said, kissing hie forehead tenderly.

A light blush crossed Jack's features at the tender kiss, and he ducked his head a little. "Kinda funny I ended up shagging you before my own husband," he chuckled.

Owen winced. "Yeah....don't tell him that"

Jack rolled his eyes. "I do know what discretion is, Owen. Let me guess...he's the possessive type?" he asked, making a bit of a face.

Owen sighed. "No, he's the not-liking-me-type"

"Ah, I remember," Jack replied, nodding. "Well, I won't tell him," he murmured, continuing to stroke his hair.

"Thanks", Owen murmured, leaning into his touch, "Can't cope with him on top of everything else"

"Understandable," Jack said quietly. "I'm happily living in the land of not coping, myself."

Owen watched him quietly, "You can talk to me any time you know"

"I know," Jack sighed, resting against him. "It's just...difficult."

"Yeah", Owen murmured, "You're more closed off than I remember"

"Sorry," Jack shrugged. "It's just...habit, I guess. My team-mates aren't...weren't...the questioning type."

"Oh you'll never get us to shut up", Owen beamed.

Jack chuckled, kissing him again. "Obviously not," he teased.

Owen returned the kiss with a smirk. "You picked us, your own fault"

"True enough," Jack replied, grinning. "Obviously it was a good decision though, regardless."

"'Course it was, best team ever", Owen laughed.

"Yeah," Jack smiled, though his eyes were distant and nostalgic.

Owen frowned. "Sorry, love, didn't mean to upset you"

"S'alright," Jack shrugged again. "Kinda hard not to," he pointed out. "Under the circumstances."

"Yeah, I know", Owen kissed his forehead tenderly.

Jack smiled again, snuggling him. "Why does this feel so familiar?"

"Prolly 'cause we've done this often enough?", he chuckled.

"Yeah, but I haven't," Jack pointed out thoughtfully. "I only just met you, and it already feels like...yeah."

Owen arched a brow. "Maybe I'm just that talented", he smirked.

"I won't deny that," Jack replied, rolling his eyes. "That wasn't what I meant though, I just meant...never mind," he sighed, shaking his head.

Owen tilted his head. "What?"

"It's nothing," Jack murmured, before offering him a small smile.

Owen gave a patented 'Owen demands an explanation for this bullshit' look, before sighing. "Fine"

"I'm sorry. I'm trying to get used to this. I....it feels like...we're meant for each other," Jack admitted quietly. "I know, it's ridiculous."

Owen smiled, leaning in to kiss him gently. "Soft git", he said affectionately.

"Not normally," Jack chuckled, returning the kiss before resting against him again.

"You sodding well are", Owen smirked, his fingers playing across his chest.

Jack caught Owen's fingers, lacing them with his own before kissing the back of his hand. "Who, me?"

"Yes, you", Owen laughed, "Jus' like that". He sighed, stretching. "We should move before Ianto sees us"

"Mm, point," Jack sighed, stretching as well. "Think I'll shower and go back to my room," he murmured, suppressing a yawn again.

"Might be a plan", Owen smiled, "And sleep"

"Yeah," Jack nodded, though it was clear he wasn't going to go through with that part if he could help it.

Owen got off him, moving to get dressed, giving him a pointed look. "Get. Some. Sleep"

"Alright," Jack murmured, before putting on his own clothes and pulling Owen close for another soft kiss. "Thank you again."

"You're welcome, Pet", Owen smiled, kissing him slowly.

Jack chuckled against his lips. "Better go now, before you convince me to stay for round two."

Owen laughed, pinching his rear. "Better had", he smirked.

"This is me, going," Jack grinned, kissing him deeply one more time before sauntering out of the autopsy pit, giving Owen a nice view of his ass on the way out.

Owen grinned, appreciating the view, before going about tidying the pit up. That table was used more for sex than actual autopsies nowadays