Obsessed
Pairing: Jack/10, minor (angsty) Jack/Ianto
Challenge: Obsession
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Gay sex. :D Insanity. :DDD
Spoilers: Umm.... None really.
Summary: Obsession comes in sets of 3.
1.
Obsession was such an ugly word. He much preferred to use focused. Because, if he was anything, he was focused. Focused to the point of obsession.
There it was again. That word. Taunting him from the lips and minds of others, from where he couldn’t catch it and beat it silly. Obsession.
Obsessed.
It was a dirty little adjective that had snuck into the lineup of his otherwise fair qualities.
Leader. Intelligent. Strong. Compassionate. Charming. Attractive.
But looking good had got him nowhere with-
Obsession.
Those endless eyes in a fresh face-
Obsessed.
2.
Captain Jack Harkness pressed his bare stomach against the cold porcelain of the sink and shuddered, shivers running from the base of his spine all the way up his body. He leaned closer to the mirror above the small sink, staring at the man who was gazing back at him.
“You were never worthy of him.”
The lips of the man in the mirror spat these words at him with more malice than one would think a reflection could have.
A small puff of air slipped from Jack’s lips, slightly opaque in the cold early morning air. The reflection just stared back, blue eyes icy and hard. Jack would have protested, would have challenged this double if he hadn’t known that it was true.
“I know. But I wish-"
“You wish what? That he would have loved you, wouldn’t have left you anyways? That he’d asked you to stay?”
The burning look in those cold blue eyes bored into Jack’s soul until he couldn’t stand it. He ducked his head, looking at his hands as they clutched at the basin of the sink. His knuckles were white.
“Hit the nail right on the head, have I?” The voice was taunting and foreign, self deprecation twisting the sounds until all Jack could hear was this stranger. “Hit a nerve?”
Jack slowly raised his head to find the man’s mocking sneer plastered across the reflective surface. “Yes.”
“You don’t deserve him. You should be grateful that he even bothered with you.”
“Yes.”
“Think of how much of a bother you must have been.” Yes “How much of a nuisance,” Yes! “ a pain.”
“Yes.”
“But be glad. He’ll never have to deal with that annoyance again. Because there’s no way in hell he’s ever coming back to get you.”
“Yes.”
The sounds from above, his crew arriving at the hub, startled Jack and he looked up. After making sure no one was about to disturb him he leaned in close to the mirror and whispered, “You’re obsessed.”
The reflection smiled, a sneering sort of smile. It’s voice was filled with hot, black humor.
“Yes.”
3.
He leaned down and kissed the man beneath him, tongues sliding and skidding in their haste to reach each other. They had already rid themselves of most of their clothing, though Ianto was still wearing his pants.
Jack hadn’t been wearing pants.
They devoured each other, taking turns sucking the life force from the other’s body. Jack could feel Ianto, that hardness nudging his hip, causing Ianto to buck whenever Jack made any movement that brought him in contact with…
The hips that Jack had been clutching were shrinking, the body he was holding becoming less muscled, less toned. The body he was holding, in fact, was becoming downright skinny.
The Doctor groaned, throwing his head back and licking his lips as Jack lowered his hips to slowly grind against the Doctor’s, pressing himself fully against the other man. Jack shivered, a wave of sensation coursing through him, sending spasms down his nerves.
“I… I…” Jack mumbled, trying to get it out, trying to tell the other man.
The Doctor’s fingers came up and slid slowly over Jack’s lips, stilling their desperate babble. “Shh….”
Jack smiled and leaned down, causing their bodies to bump and grind together again as Jack’s lips crashed down on the Doctor’s.
The Doctor moaned, back arching as Jack reached a hand between them, rubbing his hand over the Doctor through the soft cotton. Soon the pants were long forgotten, lying in a heap with the rest of their clothes.
The Doctor’s hand came to join Jack’s, running his hand down the other man’s length. He looked up at Jack, deep brown eyes as endless as the Universe, softer than he’d ever seen them…
Those eyes, those eyes in that face pulled Jack over the already imminent fall. He came, shuddering against the other man, thrusting his hips on e final time as the Doctor came as well, crying out into the night and screaming Jack’s name.
Jack yelled as well, voice cracking as he pushed out, “Doctor.”
As Jack wrapped his arms around Ianto, drifted into glorious sleep, Ianto Jones cried.
His choking whisper went unheard.
“You’re obsessed.”
A/N: One of my first tentative steps into the magical land of pr0n. I hope you enjoy!
Challenge: Obsession
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Gay sex. :D Insanity. :DDD
Spoilers: Umm.... None really.
Summary: Obsession comes in sets of 3.
1.
Obsession was such an ugly word. He much preferred to use focused. Because, if he was anything, he was focused. Focused to the point of obsession.
There it was again. That word. Taunting him from the lips and minds of others, from where he couldn’t catch it and beat it silly. Obsession.
Obsessed.
It was a dirty little adjective that had snuck into the lineup of his otherwise fair qualities.
Leader. Intelligent. Strong. Compassionate. Charming. Attractive.
But looking good had got him nowhere with-
Obsession.
Those endless eyes in a fresh face-
Obsessed.
2.
Captain Jack Harkness pressed his bare stomach against the cold porcelain of the sink and shuddered, shivers running from the base of his spine all the way up his body. He leaned closer to the mirror above the small sink, staring at the man who was gazing back at him.
“You were never worthy of him.”
The lips of the man in the mirror spat these words at him with more malice than one would think a reflection could have.
A small puff of air slipped from Jack’s lips, slightly opaque in the cold early morning air. The reflection just stared back, blue eyes icy and hard. Jack would have protested, would have challenged this double if he hadn’t known that it was true.
“I know. But I wish-"
“You wish what? That he would have loved you, wouldn’t have left you anyways? That he’d asked you to stay?”
The burning look in those cold blue eyes bored into Jack’s soul until he couldn’t stand it. He ducked his head, looking at his hands as they clutched at the basin of the sink. His knuckles were white.
“Hit the nail right on the head, have I?” The voice was taunting and foreign, self deprecation twisting the sounds until all Jack could hear was this stranger. “Hit a nerve?”
Jack slowly raised his head to find the man’s mocking sneer plastered across the reflective surface. “Yes.”
“You don’t deserve him. You should be grateful that he even bothered with you.”
“Yes.”
“Think of how much of a bother you must have been.” Yes “How much of a nuisance,” Yes! “ a pain.”
“Yes.”
“But be glad. He’ll never have to deal with that annoyance again. Because there’s no way in hell he’s ever coming back to get you.”
“Yes.”
The sounds from above, his crew arriving at the hub, startled Jack and he looked up. After making sure no one was about to disturb him he leaned in close to the mirror and whispered, “You’re obsessed.”
The reflection smiled, a sneering sort of smile. It’s voice was filled with hot, black humor.
“Yes.”
3.
He leaned down and kissed the man beneath him, tongues sliding and skidding in their haste to reach each other. They had already rid themselves of most of their clothing, though Ianto was still wearing his pants.
Jack hadn’t been wearing pants.
They devoured each other, taking turns sucking the life force from the other’s body. Jack could feel Ianto, that hardness nudging his hip, causing Ianto to buck whenever Jack made any movement that brought him in contact with…
The hips that Jack had been clutching were shrinking, the body he was holding becoming less muscled, less toned. The body he was holding, in fact, was becoming downright skinny.
The Doctor groaned, throwing his head back and licking his lips as Jack lowered his hips to slowly grind against the Doctor’s, pressing himself fully against the other man. Jack shivered, a wave of sensation coursing through him, sending spasms down his nerves.
“I… I…” Jack mumbled, trying to get it out, trying to tell the other man.
The Doctor’s fingers came up and slid slowly over Jack’s lips, stilling their desperate babble. “Shh….”
Jack smiled and leaned down, causing their bodies to bump and grind together again as Jack’s lips crashed down on the Doctor’s.
The Doctor moaned, back arching as Jack reached a hand between them, rubbing his hand over the Doctor through the soft cotton. Soon the pants were long forgotten, lying in a heap with the rest of their clothes.
The Doctor’s hand came to join Jack’s, running his hand down the other man’s length. He looked up at Jack, deep brown eyes as endless as the Universe, softer than he’d ever seen them…
Those eyes, those eyes in that face pulled Jack over the already imminent fall. He came, shuddering against the other man, thrusting his hips on e final time as the Doctor came as well, crying out into the night and screaming Jack’s name.
Jack yelled as well, voice cracking as he pushed out, “Doctor.”
As Jack wrapped his arms around Ianto, drifted into glorious sleep, Ianto Jones cried.
His choking whisper went unheard.
“You’re obsessed.”
A/N: One of my first tentative steps into the magical land of pr0n. I hope you enjoy!