Whatever Hatter needs.
Title: Whatever Hatter needs.
Pairing: Hatter/Jack
Rating: R
Summary: Here he is content to just exist as whatever Hatter needs.
Warnings: minor angst, minor fluff, implied sex, dirty talk
A.N.: This is a fic for the SyFy mini-series Alice
When Jack Heart goes to the room behind the coat rack in Hatter's tea shop office he's not Jack Heart. He's not the Prince of Wonderland or his mother's son. He is not the fiance of a woman he wouldn't trust as far as he could throw her. He is not a man of courtly graces or the man who learned manipulation and deception from the best long before he learned to talk.
He is what Hatter tells him he is.
If Hatter tells him to stand naked in the middle of the room holding a mirror, than he is a mirror stand. If Hatter says to close his eyes and don't fucking move then he's the canvas that Hatter paints blasphemous words and images on with his tounge. He's the stuffed toy that comforts Hatter after a nightmare, he's the statue that Hatter dresses up and whispers to of something a lot like love. He takes the brunt of his rages; though even in that state Hatter's careful not to hit him anywhere it'll be noticed. He's Hattter's toy to play with as he wishes.
Sometimes Jack is on his knees. His arms are tied behind him and he's been blindfolded.
Hatter's somewhere off to his left making comments about how pretty he looks and what would his mother say if she could see him now. Jack grimaces. He doesn't want to think about his mother. He comes here to escape thoughts of her.
He almost flinches at the first touch of Hatter's surprisingly soft hand against his cheek.
"Shhh. We wont speak of her again. C'mon baby give me a smile. Look at you, sitting there so pretty for me. Unsure if I'll spank you or fuck you or just make you suck me off without giving you any relief. yeah you like that idea don't you?" And Hatter kisses him before he can answer.
It doesn't matter. Here he is Hatter's to escape being himself. In the end it doesn't matter what hatter does to him or makes him do to hatter. When he leaves he loses the peace of this place and by the time he's back in his own bedroom he's locked himself up tight behind the facade of an ice prince.
When he steals his mother's ring he briefly thinks of taking Hatter with him to the land beyond the mirror but Hatter always said it didn't mean anything.
When he finaly see's Hatter again with Alice the pain in his eyes puts a lie to his words. Jack realizes that Hatter's even better at lieing than Jack himself.
Hatter's managed to convince himself that the feelings he has for Jack is actually directed at Alice. Jack sees the jealousy then. Later when he says goodbye to Alice, Hatter's arms maybe around her, but his eyes are only for Jack.
So the night after his coronation Jack goes back to Hatter's tea shop. He slides the coat rack out of the way and lets himself into the back room. Hatter is staring at him with sleepy, confused, hurt eyes. He's almost cute, with the covers pooled around his bare waist, his hair flat on one side and sticking up funny on the other.
"What do you want, your higness?"
With just that one sentence Jack can see the defenses coming up. He slowly begins to remove his clothes.
"Jack?" The insecurity is almost palpable
Jack climbs up on the bed and presses his finger to Hatter's lips.
"Shh. The king isn't here. Jack heart isn't here. It's just me. However you want me." Jack says soothingly.
Hatter kisses him.
"Get under the blanket. I'll deal with this in the morning." Hatter says and Jack is happy to.
Here He is content to just exist as whatever Hatter needs.
Pairing: Hatter/Jack
Rating: R
Summary: Here he is content to just exist as whatever Hatter needs.
Warnings: minor angst, minor fluff, implied sex, dirty talk
A.N.: This is a fic for the SyFy mini-series Alice
When Jack Heart goes to the room behind the coat rack in Hatter's tea shop office he's not Jack Heart. He's not the Prince of Wonderland or his mother's son. He is not the fiance of a woman he wouldn't trust as far as he could throw her. He is not a man of courtly graces or the man who learned manipulation and deception from the best long before he learned to talk.
He is what Hatter tells him he is.
If Hatter tells him to stand naked in the middle of the room holding a mirror, than he is a mirror stand. If Hatter says to close his eyes and don't fucking move then he's the canvas that Hatter paints blasphemous words and images on with his tounge. He's the stuffed toy that comforts Hatter after a nightmare, he's the statue that Hatter dresses up and whispers to of something a lot like love. He takes the brunt of his rages; though even in that state Hatter's careful not to hit him anywhere it'll be noticed. He's Hattter's toy to play with as he wishes.
Sometimes Jack is on his knees. His arms are tied behind him and he's been blindfolded.
Hatter's somewhere off to his left making comments about how pretty he looks and what would his mother say if she could see him now. Jack grimaces. He doesn't want to think about his mother. He comes here to escape thoughts of her.
He almost flinches at the first touch of Hatter's surprisingly soft hand against his cheek.
"Shhh. We wont speak of her again. C'mon baby give me a smile. Look at you, sitting there so pretty for me. Unsure if I'll spank you or fuck you or just make you suck me off without giving you any relief. yeah you like that idea don't you?" And Hatter kisses him before he can answer.
It doesn't matter. Here he is Hatter's to escape being himself. In the end it doesn't matter what hatter does to him or makes him do to hatter. When he leaves he loses the peace of this place and by the time he's back in his own bedroom he's locked himself up tight behind the facade of an ice prince.
When he steals his mother's ring he briefly thinks of taking Hatter with him to the land beyond the mirror but Hatter always said it didn't mean anything.
When he finaly see's Hatter again with Alice the pain in his eyes puts a lie to his words. Jack realizes that Hatter's even better at lieing than Jack himself.
Hatter's managed to convince himself that the feelings he has for Jack is actually directed at Alice. Jack sees the jealousy then. Later when he says goodbye to Alice, Hatter's arms maybe around her, but his eyes are only for Jack.
So the night after his coronation Jack goes back to Hatter's tea shop. He slides the coat rack out of the way and lets himself into the back room. Hatter is staring at him with sleepy, confused, hurt eyes. He's almost cute, with the covers pooled around his bare waist, his hair flat on one side and sticking up funny on the other.
"What do you want, your higness?"
With just that one sentence Jack can see the defenses coming up. He slowly begins to remove his clothes.
"Jack?" The insecurity is almost palpable
Jack climbs up on the bed and presses his finger to Hatter's lips.
"Shh. The king isn't here. Jack heart isn't here. It's just me. However you want me." Jack says soothingly.
Hatter kisses him.
"Get under the blanket. I'll deal with this in the morning." Hatter says and Jack is happy to.
Here He is content to just exist as whatever Hatter needs.