Quarantine.... Part 8
Torchwood Case File #16788757
Keywords: Quarantine; Virus; Doctor; Harold Saxon; TARDIS
Interviewees: Toshiko Sato; Ianto Jones; Owen Harper; Gwen Cooper; Jack Harkness
Interview with Ianto Jones. Continued.
"So what happened when you were taken deeper into the TARDIS?"
"Not a lot really. I was secured in a room and left there."
"For how long?"
"How should I know, it's not like I could see a clock."
"Could you hear anything?"
"I really couldn't tell."
"Nothing at all?"
"Ask Jack, I'm sure he can tell you."
"We will, believe me. So what did happen next?"
"Well, I was still tied up. Then eventually they brought Jack into the room and laid him out on the bed as he wasn't very well...."
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Jacks thoughts weren't exactly what he would call coherent anymore and he wondered idly for a moment just how he had ended up here. His team were sick, his naked lover was tied to his bed, his greatest enemy was kneeling naked before him whilst his naked ex was standing behind him, those teeth nipping at his neck as they stripped him bare again, all watched by the naked hologram of his ex ex. Now Jack had some pretty wild dreams but even he couldn't have come up with this. Therefore, his tired brain tried to reason, it must be happening, right now, and shouldn't he be doing something about it?
Jack's body told his mind to take a hike as the Doctor's hand slipped down his chest and into his trousers, pushing them down as the Master pulled, stripping him efficiently. His brain protested feebly that this wasn't right, that he hated the Master but then Jack's prick decided that no, actually it was very very fond of him and his brain crept quietly away into a corner, giving him up as a lost cause. His breathing was ragged as the Master ran his tongue along Jack's cock, picking out all the veins before probing gently at his head. Even as he did so the Doctor was behind them, one hand reaching down in front to grasp him firmly by the root, holding him fast so the Master could simply hold onto his cheeks, parting them so...
.... Oh so that was where the fourth hand had gone, he had lost count in the dim light. A finger stroked his parted cheeks gently, tracing strange patterns on his skin. Perhaps it was Gallifreyan writing or some ancient fertility symbol. Right now Jack couldn't care less if it was the phone number for the pizza place as long as it was a really long number that didn't end anytime soon. Jack moaned slightly as it did stop, annoyed that it wasn't for longer...
...He gasped and changed his mind. Oh this was even better. The Doctor's fingers had slipped inside him now, gently tracing his rim from the inside. He was still so well prepared from Ianto's earlier activities there was no resistance, just a slight ache as his body remembered that it had already done this quite a few times today thank you and shouldn't we be thinking of maybe taking a long shower then passing out somewhere? Jack's brain surged back into action, telling his body to shut the fuck up as the fingertips hit that oh so sweet spot inside him and sent a jolt through his nerves. The Master was sucking at him hard now, looking up at him hungrily even as the Doctor was whispering something in his ear even the TARDIS wouldn't translate that Jack really, really wanted to understand. Then with a whimper he was alone as they withdrew and both stood, leading him over to the chair again.
Jack's brain reflected that cream was perhaps an odd choice of furniture colour and would be a nightmare to keep clean, even worse now the Master was lying across it, face down and looking over his shoulder at Jack as the Doctor pushed him forwards, guiding him. It wasn't as though he didn't know what to do. He had had sessions with more than one partner at a time before thank you very much. 13 was only unlucky for some, for him it had been a very good night. He had even been with partners more experienced than himself before, although these two beat that experience by something along the "to the power of" lines. He let the Doctor continue to hold him, to push him towards the Master. It wasn't that he didn't know what to do, it was more that he simply wanted them to take control. At least for now.....
His mind idly reflected that he really should write those memoirs. Or should it be a recipe book? Recipe: Time Lord Sandwich. Take two Time Lords, allow to immature for between 6 and 9 hundred years. Add salt to taste. Coat liberally with sweat and spread. Take one hot and spicy immortal human and season well with welsh dressing. Place between two lightly toasted Time Lord buns and enjoy...
With a sigh he moved at last, thrusting forwards slowly into the Master until he was fully enveloped. He paused, hands holding on to the Masters hips as the Doctor slid his hands down to rest one hand on Jack's back, pushing him down slightly to lie across the Masters back. Jack rested for a moment, listening to the soothing double heartbeat as he felt the Doctor line himself up against Jack's arse. He could feel both of them on the edges of his mind, brushing against him in that oh so familiar way. Jack chuckled and reached out a hand to the edge of the console as he recognised another presence, ever so faint. Even the TARDIS wanted in on the action and who was he to refuse? The hologram moved to stand in front of him, behind the Masters head again, just watching with a longing look on his face. Jack allowed him a rueful grin before closing his eyes, holding tight to the console as the Doctor entered him at last, pushing him forwards into the Master, pressing them both into the chair. He opened his eyes, looking at the hologram again as he moved his right hand from the Masters hip to his shoulder, grasping his neck slightly, forcing him to look down, holding him in place but also pulling him back into them. He took a moment to tickle the edge of the console, a warm fuzziness at the back of his mind marking her response before the Doctor began to pull back, his hands on Jack's hips pulling him back too, stretching them all out as far as they could get without slipping out before he thrust forwards again, driving them together.
All three gasped as the sensations ran between the link between them and even the TARDIS shivered slightly, the lights on the console flickering on for a moment and music starting, making them all look up for a moment. The Doctor frowned. "Who's been programming Nickelback into my TARDIS?" Jack looked round sheepishly.
"That would be me." The Doctor sighed and moved back, pulling them out once again.
"Typical. Well I suppose it at least has a good beat to it..." Jack shuddered as he thrust forwards again, the sensations growing stronger in his mind. One Time Lord was one thing, electric but oh so good, a completely mad headrush. Two was something else entirely. He could feel every hair on his body start to rise as he was held between them. He felt like he was trapped in a plug socket without a fuse, feeding the energy back into both of them even as it was burning him from the inside out. His brain came back online now, pointing out that actually this little encounter could well end up with one of those lying on the floor waiting to gasp back to life again morning afters. His body once again overrode his mind as the Doctor began to pick up the pace, setting up an easy rhythmn that took no effort for Jack to fall into. The light was still dim although the console continued to flare occasionally as the TARDIS fed off the energy they were creating and the feedback loop that was Jack. The Master whimpered slightly under him, trying to look round as Jack snarled and held his neck firmly, forcing him to face down. He wasn't so far gone that he had forgiven or forgotten the past year and certainly didn't want to see him right now.
All three frowned as the thought passed through them. The Doctor stopped and leaned forwards, wrapping his arms around both of them before whispering in Jack's ear and making him shiver. "If you don't want it to be him I can help. Who do you want it to be?" Jack swallowed hard and looked forwards at the hologram. The Doctor followed his gaze and chuckled, grinning evilly before kissing Jack's neck. "You really do know how to flatter a man Harkness." Jack laughed, his chuckles reverberating through all three chests as the Doctor expanded the link between them, subtly changing his perceptions until Jack blinked and could swear it was the hologram version of the Doctor beneath him, the back so familiar, the hair on his head, even the smell of him so right to Jack. The vision strained to look round and this time it wasn't the Master grinning back at him but the old Doctor, his first Doctor, in so many senses of the word. Jack sighed and placed his hands over the Doctor's, embracing them both.
"Thank you." The Doctor sighed against his neck, stirring the fine hairs there and cooling some of the sweat forming on his skin.
"You're welcome. Now shut up and move Captain." With a slight snarl the Doctor picked up the pace again, controlling both himself and Jack, surging in perfect timing, always knowing just how far back to pull because they could all feel everything the others could. It was incredible, burning Jack but in oh such a good way. They were getting close now but Jack didn't want to let go, knowing he could live until the end of the universe (again) and never feel quite the way he did right now, although he would spend all of that time trying to. He wanted to slow time, to stop it, to hold onto this moment forever. All three gasped in a breath then everything seemed to slow....
....He was being held there at the moment of release, all of them were, suspended, hanging by that one moment for eternity. He could feel through the link that it was the Doctor, with a little help from the TARDIS, doing this and he sent a silent thank you to them. He could feel the grin behind him, the concentration and strain of holding back the seconds, of controlling Time itself fighting with his body's most basic instincts....
...Their screaming shook the TARDIS, the lights flaring as they all came, the feedback loop that was Jack pinned between them, caught in the current, hopelessly open to them all, to every sensation, thought... It was glorious. He could see into time itself, all that he was, all that he ever could be...
Jack's brain finally decided that enough was quite enough and started to shut down. And for once his body agreed with him, collapsing him onto the Master even as the last throbs died away and the pleasure slowly faded to be replaced by black.....
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Keywords: Quarantine; Virus; Doctor; Harold Saxon; TARDIS
Interviewees: Toshiko Sato; Ianto Jones; Owen Harper; Gwen Cooper; Jack Harkness
Interview with Ianto Jones. Continued.
"So what happened when you were taken deeper into the TARDIS?"
"Not a lot really. I was secured in a room and left there."
"For how long?"
"How should I know, it's not like I could see a clock."
"Could you hear anything?"
"I really couldn't tell."
"Nothing at all?"
"Ask Jack, I'm sure he can tell you."
"We will, believe me. So what did happen next?"
"Well, I was still tied up. Then eventually they brought Jack into the room and laid him out on the bed as he wasn't very well...."
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Jacks thoughts weren't exactly what he would call coherent anymore and he wondered idly for a moment just how he had ended up here. His team were sick, his naked lover was tied to his bed, his greatest enemy was kneeling naked before him whilst his naked ex was standing behind him, those teeth nipping at his neck as they stripped him bare again, all watched by the naked hologram of his ex ex. Now Jack had some pretty wild dreams but even he couldn't have come up with this. Therefore, his tired brain tried to reason, it must be happening, right now, and shouldn't he be doing something about it?
Jack's body told his mind to take a hike as the Doctor's hand slipped down his chest and into his trousers, pushing them down as the Master pulled, stripping him efficiently. His brain protested feebly that this wasn't right, that he hated the Master but then Jack's prick decided that no, actually it was very very fond of him and his brain crept quietly away into a corner, giving him up as a lost cause. His breathing was ragged as the Master ran his tongue along Jack's cock, picking out all the veins before probing gently at his head. Even as he did so the Doctor was behind them, one hand reaching down in front to grasp him firmly by the root, holding him fast so the Master could simply hold onto his cheeks, parting them so...
.... Oh so that was where the fourth hand had gone, he had lost count in the dim light. A finger stroked his parted cheeks gently, tracing strange patterns on his skin. Perhaps it was Gallifreyan writing or some ancient fertility symbol. Right now Jack couldn't care less if it was the phone number for the pizza place as long as it was a really long number that didn't end anytime soon. Jack moaned slightly as it did stop, annoyed that it wasn't for longer...
...He gasped and changed his mind. Oh this was even better. The Doctor's fingers had slipped inside him now, gently tracing his rim from the inside. He was still so well prepared from Ianto's earlier activities there was no resistance, just a slight ache as his body remembered that it had already done this quite a few times today thank you and shouldn't we be thinking of maybe taking a long shower then passing out somewhere? Jack's brain surged back into action, telling his body to shut the fuck up as the fingertips hit that oh so sweet spot inside him and sent a jolt through his nerves. The Master was sucking at him hard now, looking up at him hungrily even as the Doctor was whispering something in his ear even the TARDIS wouldn't translate that Jack really, really wanted to understand. Then with a whimper he was alone as they withdrew and both stood, leading him over to the chair again.
Jack's brain reflected that cream was perhaps an odd choice of furniture colour and would be a nightmare to keep clean, even worse now the Master was lying across it, face down and looking over his shoulder at Jack as the Doctor pushed him forwards, guiding him. It wasn't as though he didn't know what to do. He had had sessions with more than one partner at a time before thank you very much. 13 was only unlucky for some, for him it had been a very good night. He had even been with partners more experienced than himself before, although these two beat that experience by something along the "to the power of" lines. He let the Doctor continue to hold him, to push him towards the Master. It wasn't that he didn't know what to do, it was more that he simply wanted them to take control. At least for now.....
His mind idly reflected that he really should write those memoirs. Or should it be a recipe book? Recipe: Time Lord Sandwich. Take two Time Lords, allow to immature for between 6 and 9 hundred years. Add salt to taste. Coat liberally with sweat and spread. Take one hot and spicy immortal human and season well with welsh dressing. Place between two lightly toasted Time Lord buns and enjoy...
With a sigh he moved at last, thrusting forwards slowly into the Master until he was fully enveloped. He paused, hands holding on to the Masters hips as the Doctor slid his hands down to rest one hand on Jack's back, pushing him down slightly to lie across the Masters back. Jack rested for a moment, listening to the soothing double heartbeat as he felt the Doctor line himself up against Jack's arse. He could feel both of them on the edges of his mind, brushing against him in that oh so familiar way. Jack chuckled and reached out a hand to the edge of the console as he recognised another presence, ever so faint. Even the TARDIS wanted in on the action and who was he to refuse? The hologram moved to stand in front of him, behind the Masters head again, just watching with a longing look on his face. Jack allowed him a rueful grin before closing his eyes, holding tight to the console as the Doctor entered him at last, pushing him forwards into the Master, pressing them both into the chair. He opened his eyes, looking at the hologram again as he moved his right hand from the Masters hip to his shoulder, grasping his neck slightly, forcing him to look down, holding him in place but also pulling him back into them. He took a moment to tickle the edge of the console, a warm fuzziness at the back of his mind marking her response before the Doctor began to pull back, his hands on Jack's hips pulling him back too, stretching them all out as far as they could get without slipping out before he thrust forwards again, driving them together.
All three gasped as the sensations ran between the link between them and even the TARDIS shivered slightly, the lights on the console flickering on for a moment and music starting, making them all look up for a moment. The Doctor frowned. "Who's been programming Nickelback into my TARDIS?" Jack looked round sheepishly.
"That would be me." The Doctor sighed and moved back, pulling them out once again.
"Typical. Well I suppose it at least has a good beat to it..." Jack shuddered as he thrust forwards again, the sensations growing stronger in his mind. One Time Lord was one thing, electric but oh so good, a completely mad headrush. Two was something else entirely. He could feel every hair on his body start to rise as he was held between them. He felt like he was trapped in a plug socket without a fuse, feeding the energy back into both of them even as it was burning him from the inside out. His brain came back online now, pointing out that actually this little encounter could well end up with one of those lying on the floor waiting to gasp back to life again morning afters. His body once again overrode his mind as the Doctor began to pick up the pace, setting up an easy rhythmn that took no effort for Jack to fall into. The light was still dim although the console continued to flare occasionally as the TARDIS fed off the energy they were creating and the feedback loop that was Jack. The Master whimpered slightly under him, trying to look round as Jack snarled and held his neck firmly, forcing him to face down. He wasn't so far gone that he had forgiven or forgotten the past year and certainly didn't want to see him right now.
All three frowned as the thought passed through them. The Doctor stopped and leaned forwards, wrapping his arms around both of them before whispering in Jack's ear and making him shiver. "If you don't want it to be him I can help. Who do you want it to be?" Jack swallowed hard and looked forwards at the hologram. The Doctor followed his gaze and chuckled, grinning evilly before kissing Jack's neck. "You really do know how to flatter a man Harkness." Jack laughed, his chuckles reverberating through all three chests as the Doctor expanded the link between them, subtly changing his perceptions until Jack blinked and could swear it was the hologram version of the Doctor beneath him, the back so familiar, the hair on his head, even the smell of him so right to Jack. The vision strained to look round and this time it wasn't the Master grinning back at him but the old Doctor, his first Doctor, in so many senses of the word. Jack sighed and placed his hands over the Doctor's, embracing them both.
"Thank you." The Doctor sighed against his neck, stirring the fine hairs there and cooling some of the sweat forming on his skin.
"You're welcome. Now shut up and move Captain." With a slight snarl the Doctor picked up the pace again, controlling both himself and Jack, surging in perfect timing, always knowing just how far back to pull because they could all feel everything the others could. It was incredible, burning Jack but in oh such a good way. They were getting close now but Jack didn't want to let go, knowing he could live until the end of the universe (again) and never feel quite the way he did right now, although he would spend all of that time trying to. He wanted to slow time, to stop it, to hold onto this moment forever. All three gasped in a breath then everything seemed to slow....
....He was being held there at the moment of release, all of them were, suspended, hanging by that one moment for eternity. He could feel through the link that it was the Doctor, with a little help from the TARDIS, doing this and he sent a silent thank you to them. He could feel the grin behind him, the concentration and strain of holding back the seconds, of controlling Time itself fighting with his body's most basic instincts....
...Their screaming shook the TARDIS, the lights flaring as they all came, the feedback loop that was Jack pinned between them, caught in the current, hopelessly open to them all, to every sensation, thought... It was glorious. He could see into time itself, all that he was, all that he ever could be...
Jack's brain finally decided that enough was quite enough and started to shut down. And for once his body agreed with him, collapsing him onto the Master even as the last throbs died away and the pleasure slowly faded to be replaced by black.....
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