"Jack!" the Doctor had nothing to exclaim but this as Jack grabbed the Doctor's limb and stroked it carefully.

"I like you shaved" chuckled Jack and the Doctor turned his head away in disgust while thinking about who had done the pre-surgery shaving.
"I guess the catheter has to go, though" Jack went on and removed it cautiously.

"You're not as stupid as usual" commented the Doctor "I was afraid you'd simply try to rip it out."
"No, that would hurt, wouldn't it?"

"Captain Jack Harkness, how come you know anything about catheterization?" asked the Doctor while he kissed Jack's neck tenderly.
"There's nothing like cheering up a friend," explained Jack, "Especially if he's injured."
"You pervert," giggled the Doctor and grabbed Jack by the hair as his face stroked the Doctor's genitals.

Jack moved his lips around the Doctor's half-hard limb and, as he decided on taking it in, let it slip out of his mouth, spat on it, rubbed his nose against it and only cared for the sweet and intensifying noises which started to come from the Doctor.
The Doctor breathed heavily and closed his eyes; he shifted nervously under Jack's touch. Jack tilted his head back and gave the Doctor a slinky smile before covering the Doctor's groin with kisses and moving his lips slightly upwards, kissing his way from the Doctor's pulsating genitals up to his...

The Doctor flinched as he felt Jacks tongue caressing his lower abdomen. Jack grasped the Doctor's upper parts of the hipbone and pressed down on them firmly, causing the Doctor to shiver and gasp for air.

Jack's hand trailed across the Doctor's pelvis; to his surprise they got pushed aside by the Doctor who grasped his fingers tightly.

The Doctor's pulse was going up steadily. He panted and produced choking noises. But somehow he wasn't aroused; somehow he had trouble getting heated.
The brat was definitely not helping; neither was Jack who kept reaching for his lower abdomen.

The Doctor had wanted to tell Jack. He really had wanted to tell Jack what's happened.
He just wanted to say:
"Yes, that's a baby I'm carrying but ignore it because it will be cut out before you know it. And no I don't know who did this to me, but that's fine and I've learned to live with it."

But he couldn't. Whenever he looked Jack in the eye... like now while he wouldn't stop giving him head... he couldn't. He hated himself for being the coward he was but he just couldn't.

The Doctor was still a believer of 'the right time'. But he should have known better.

There was no right time to tell your lover that you've been forcefully impregnated.
And that time will hopefully never come.

"Jack, stop that" mumbled the Doctor uneasily and rolled over to one side, resting his head on the pillow again and placing both of his hands over his crotch to shield it from Jack's view... together with his swollen abdomen.

He really was surprised how Jack could have failed to notice it. Well, the Doctor had put on some weight and lost some over the past years... but not concentrated in just one area!
The Doctor had heard the saying 'Love makes you do strange things' many times till now. But apparently it made deaf, dumb and blind, too.

On the other hand... Jack had failed to notice any changes in the Doctor's appearance so far. The Doctor wondered if Jack would even notice if he'd come to him one day with his head missing.

But the Doctor had to smile grimly while Jack started caressing his back.
Of course Jack would notice that. At the latest when he'd try to stick his rock-hard cock into a promising cavity.

"I thought I'd give you a head start" smiled Jack and tried to push the Doctor back onto his back.
"That's what we're calling it now? A head start?" asked the Doctor teasingly.
"Well you keep complaining that I'm coming too fast" countered Jack.
"Not too fast, Jack" replied the Doctor "too frequently for my taste."
"I'm sorry for being no bloody Time Lord without any kind of natural urges or sex drives" whispered Jack in the Doctor's ear before nibbling on it.

"Oh, you're not sorry Jack" the Doctor pushed him away and lay on one side again "You're so not sorry. You're proud of your instincts, of your promiscuity, your permissiveness and Kasterborous knows what else. You're proud of being close to animals; you're not denying your animalistic lustfulness. You're consumed by desire and there's nothing more of you, Jack."

"Are you planning on turning me off?" asked Jack with one eyebrow raised and an irresistible smile "Because unfortunately I have to tell you: it's not going to work like this."

The Doctor rolled onto his stomach. He wouldn't want Jack to notice his slightly swollen stomach. Alright, he could cross out the 'slightly'. His abdomen was hard and bulged. But the Doctor wouldn't want Jack to realise his bodily changes during his penetration, or right after his climax.
Jack tended to think about the strangest things after reaching his completion.
Though the Doctor didn't want to think about it.

"If that's the way you want it..." whispered Jack into the Doctor's ear before climbing on top of him and kneeling above his slinky body.
The Doctor moaned aloud as Jack stroked his tingling skin, he removed the Doctor's clothes in an instant and removed his own garment as well.

The Doctor was always amazed at how Jack managed to get undressed in the blink of an eye, though he thought it to be some kind of special ability, learned and elaborated by the humans from the fifty first century. Or their clothes simply had more zips than he could see with the naked eye.

Jack lowered himself onto the Doctor slowly, enjoying the twitching and squirming body beneath him. He rested cautiously on top of the Doctor before entering the beloved velvet tightness pleasurably. The Doctor groaned and buried his head in his cushion, shielding his blushed cheeks from Jack's lustful stares.

The Doctor felt ashamed.
He always felt ashamed when Jack made love to him. He wouldn't stop believing that having a sexual relationship with a human being was something religious Gallifreyans would have considered 'a sin'; others would have probably said that it was 'really weird', as well.
The Doctor couldn't get comfortable with the idea that a human being would dare to dominate his delicate and tight body.
Alright.
The trouble was that he was in fact very comfortable with getting dominated and laid by a human being.
Not the fifty-first century in general, of course; He figured that the century couldn't make it any worse.

He enjoyed the sex with Jack. He really enjoyed feeling him, experiencing lust by a stranger's touch, he loved the way Jack didn't get feed up with his body, the way he was still searching, still desiring more, and still yearning for higher pleasure. Jack would still take him as if he wouldn't know his body, as if he hadn't already fingered and felt every inch of it, on the inside as well as on the outside; but Jack took his time to re-invent their sex-life every time.
He didn't want to know the Doctor.
He wanted to experience him.

Jack thrust in with increasing force and picked up the pace. He buried his fingers in the Doctor's hair, which was by now soaked with sweat; Jack lifted the Doctor's head by force and pulled on his hair to elicit those sweet and tempting noises he was longing for.
The Doctor moaned and wanted to scream at the forceful hand in his neck but all he managed to produce was a lust-driven howl which had the opposite effect; now Jack was picking up the pace again and hewed him even more vigorously.

The Doctor struggled for air as he felt his soft and stretched cavity tightening – he was experiencing a rather painful cramp as Jack tried to force himself deeper into the Doctor.

Jack heard the Doctor underneath him yelping and snarling and let go off the Doctor's hair while covering his neck with butterfly kisses. The Doctor winced in pain at every of Jack's movements.

"Jack please," the Doctor's plea was displeasingly upsetting, "Please, stop... I can't..." he got cut off by a tearful sob and reached for Jack's hands.
Jack grasped the Doctor's trembling fingers tightly and brushed his cheeks against the Doctor's shoulder.

"Jack please..." snivelled the Doctor into his cushion while his twitching shoulders seemed to try to shake off Jack, "It hurts... it hurts so much... please Jack, stop..."

Jack caressed the Doctor's shoulders tenderly while he sat up again. His whimpering friend clutched to his cushion as he tried to pull out of him rather violently.
He heard the Doctor whining syllables as "no", "stop" and "please" over and over again while wincing at the stinging pain Jack inflicted him unintentionally.

Jack rested on the Doctor's trembling body and sighed as an expression of displeasure.

"Please Jack," the Doctor howled into his cushion "You're hurting me... please stop..."

"We'll have to wait till the swelling subsides" stated Jack firmly while he tried to comfort the Doctor "I'll pull out of you as soon as possible."

The Doctor nodded quietly and swallowed hard. He wiped away the tears with his cushion.
"You've never said something like this ever before," said the Doctor through gritted teeth as he tried to chuckle.
Jack sighed uneasily and tried shifting on top of the Doctor.

The moment seemed to last forever and while every minute tried to expand into infinity Jack prayed that his throbbing cock would finally go limp.
But it just wouldn't.

Jack tried to make the best out of it and massaged the Doctor's back intensively but with care.
The Doctor beneath him moaned because he didn't know any better. He groaned under compulsion because he wanted Jack to relax eventually and beside the obvious reason why he wanted him to become calm he didn't want to unsettle Jack.
The cramp was annoying and the Doctor hated himself for his own bodily reactions.
But he didn't want Jack to feel uneasy about it.
It was his own fault, not Jack's.

"It's my fault isn't it?" asked Jack as if he'd been reading the Doctor's mind but wouldn't be able to interpret it correctly "I shouldn't have done that to you. You always tell me that a Time Lord's body wasn't meant to be penetrated."

"Yes, but I say that because I know that it turns you on," replied the Doctor. He breathed out deeply and tried to keep a cool head. "Jack, that's got nothing to do with you. I'm... I'm strained or tensed or whatever... look, I know that I sound like an idiot but it's not easy to appear serious and staid when there's a man lying on top of you while your own cramped cavity refuses him to leave your body...but Jack... it's not your fault. And I know that you'd never hurt me on purpose. So just relax and try to think of something that doesn't arouse you..."

The Doctor smiled, Jack could hear him smiling; though he knew that the Doctor put much effort in acting calm and composed.

Another minute, which felt like an eternity, had passed and the Doctor dug his fingernails into his sheet before shifting hectically beneath Jack.

"Oh, you bloody human beings from the fifty-first century; you can't get turned off, can you? I have enough of this, Jack. The pain is bad, but I think I can stand it. What I can't stand is waiting, I'm not meant to be waiting for anything! Boredom is killing me! So please get on with it and the sooner we're done here the sooner I can start treating my wounds."

"Doctor, you can't beg me for pulling it out, it won't work," explained Jack and sighed while rolling his eyes, "Just try to calm down and be patient."
"I'm not meant to be patient," snorted the Doctor, "If I'd had a second name it would have been 'Impatience'! And I didn't want you to unplug me, I wanted you to finish what you've started!"
Jack tried appeasing the Doctor: "I don't think this is a good idea..."

"Shut up!" snapped the Doctor, "You may be on top, but I'm the superior race so do as I say!"
"Is this the pain or your impatience talking?" asked Jack as he tried positioning himself over the Doctor again.
"Both," was the Doctor's muffled reply as he pressed his aching body flatly onto the sheet, "And now stow it!"

Jack breathed in deeply and placed his palms on the Doctor's shoulder blade.
"As you wish..." he wheezed and thrust his hips against the Doctor's backside. He waited for the Doctor to coil up, to wince in pain or screaming at him in agony.
But none of it happened.
"Didn't I tell you to keep on moving?" was the Doctor's annoyed question from underneath. Jack chuckled as the Doctor added in a slinky voice, "I told you that I have no trouble taking you in."

"Yes," panted Jack as he picked up the pace and felt the Doctor curving his back and elevating his hips in order to make the penetration smoother, "But you sure have a lot of trouble letting me withdraw."

"Oh, the Captain let's his little soldier withdraw," mocked the Doctor and giggled beneath Jack.
"If he was so little, why wouldn't you just let him leave?" countered Jack. He felt the tension leaving the Doctor's body as he thrust in again more energetic.

"I like the way you're poking me Jack," mumbled the Doctor and Jack wondered if this had been an answer to his question or just some of the aroused thoughts the Doctor couldn't restrain.

The bed squeaked rhythmically and the Doctor pondered if Jack had had them installed so he'd always know when someone was doing it in Torchwood; either the members with each other or with an alien that would have needed medical treatment instead of a good screw.

The Doctor groaned aloud and Jack joined into his moaning, both of them increasing their lustful whispers as well as their yearning groans.
Jack loved to hear the Doctor beg, he loved those sweet noises from underneath him and even though the Doctor had started mumbling and pleading in Gallifreyan again Jack knew that the Doctor was pleading for more, that he was literally screaming for the forbidden things, the things he'd chasten himself later on for commiting.
But everything on the Doctor was screaming for more, just more and more; Jack increased his speed and forced himself into the Doctor deeper and deeper, he could hear him gasping for air as he struggled under Jack's weight but still he wouldn't stop; still he wouldn't stop to demand more.

The Doctor craved for pleasure, he longed for Jack to fulfil his unspoken desires. The Doctor wasn't undersexed; he was simply not getting used often enough.
Jack rammed his cock deeper into the Doctor's tight hole and pressed the Doctor's chest down onto the sheets firmly; the Doctor loved to be dominated and suffocated, he would get harder whenever Jack pressed the air out of his lungs and Jack himself savoured the sight of a begging and pleading Doctor.

He felt the Doctor beneath him tightening again as waves of lust and exertions rushed through the Doctor's body; the Doctor moaned with his head in the cushion and Jack could feel him ejaculating onto the sheets. He fondled the twitching body tenderly before picking up the pace again; the Doctor wouldn't stop thrusting his hips against the mattress and humping it lost in pleasure.

Jack whispered tempting words into the Doctor's ear as he elicited a feral snarl and presented his body to Jack, he kept his rear limbs extended while his hips rose, and buried his head deeper in the cushion.
Jack loved it when the Doctor thrust out his seductive buttocks; he had trained the Doctor hard over the past few years, he had taught him that he'd make it a lot easier for him to penetrate him when the Doctor would hold still and go on all fours voluntarily in the first place; and every time the Doctor would present his divine body to him and posture himself in front of him shamelessly he'd obtain sexual rewards from Jack.

Jack didn't care if this was some kind of Pavlovian conditioning neither did he care if some would have considered it to be pretty sick.
He had found a way of loosening up a Time Lord and he was proud of it. And the Doctor had always enjoyed getting taken advantage of. In fact he'd always yearned for Jack's displays of affection.

Jack's presence resembled tenderness. And Jack had always caressed him.
He never would have hurt him...

Jack nearly climaxed and sensed the Doctor pushing his rear end against his pelvic area, the Doctor panted beneath Jack as he pushed deeper.

He stopped; and felt his warm semen spurting out into the Doctor's small cavity with delight. Several hot drops gushed out of the Doctor's sore hole as Jack finally unplugged his cock.

And the Doctor had rippedopen the pillowslip as he cried in agony beneath him.

The Doctor panted heavily as his eyes seemed to slip open inadvertently.

"Oh no... No, that's not good... oh no... Jack, hand over the lens tubus! Quick!"
"Sorry Martha... I didn't mean..."
"Oh my God, what's happened?!"
"I... I didn't know he..."
"What the hell were you doing? I told you that he needed rest! And that rash... I told the Doctor that the rash looked terrible. But he wouldn't listen! He just wouldn't listen, this stubborn idiot thinks he knows it all!"
"Martha..."
"Well, he doesn't! Goddamn it Doctor, you're making me mad! And he won't even hear me! Even now he's not listening to me."

The Doctor tried to swallow but failed.
Something was blocking his throat.

"He's going to be okay, isn't he? Tell me he's going to be okay!"
"Oh just shut up for a moment, will you? Sorry Jack... I didn't mean to shout... He seems more or less stable. I'll check on him quarter-hourly. And you need to get back to work. And take that thing with you, will you?"
"But Martha I can't just let him..."
"Just go Jack! He needs rest."

Footsteps dwindled into nowhere as one of the two silhouettes beside the Doctor vanished into the background. The other blurred figure stepped forward. The Doctor felt gloved hands caressing his cheeks and wanted to scream only to find a plastic tube in his throat.
He'd been intubated. Again.
And now they were going to...

"Doctor."
The Doctor opened his eyes to find Martha standing beside him. She hadn't stopped caressing his cheeks.
"For heaven's sake, Doctor," she whispered and stared at him with sad eyes, "What's happening to you?"

Author's Note:

To be continued next week. (I'll be away until Sept. 22nd. I'll reply to any messages and reviews as soon as I'm back)

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