7
"You," said the Doctor to Jack, "Are insatiable. How many times as it been now?"
"First of all, where it comes to you, yeah, I am insatiable. Second, I'm not sure how many times it's been. I never count them. As for you, you can come with your mouth, your cock and that sweet little ass, so I have no idea how many times it's been…I've worked all three over pretty well."
"Oh, don't I know it!" The Doctor snuggled into Jack's side, head resting on Jack's chest. He made his happy little humming sound and Jack's arm tightened around his shoulders of it's own accord. "I've never done it so many times in one night. I feel so…so…satisfied."
"Not satisfied enough," Jack said, rolling over on top of the Time Lord. "You're going to come for me one more time tonight."
"Oh, I don't think I can," the Doctor said worriedly.
"Oh, but I do," Jack replied firmly. "You wanted me to claim you in a physical way. Consider yourself in the process. Almost done but not quite yet."
"But—"
"No buts," Jack said. "I think it's safe to say at this point that you want me in charge when we're in bed. That means what I say goes. Tell me I'm wrong and I'll stop. Am I? Wrong?"
The Doctor gave Jack an adoring, doe-eyed look and shook his head no. "I've spent so much of my life making decisions," he said. "I don't want to make them in bed. It's such a relief, Jack, not to have to make more decisions. So I want you to do it."
"You're sure?" Jack said, looking him in the eye. "Because if you're in any way uncertain you'd best say so now."
"No, no, I'm certain. I'm so, so certain."
"All right," Jack said. "We need a safety word. Something you say only when you really want me to stop. How about we use the word Prydonian?"
"As you say," the Doctor said saucily, "You're in charge."
"So I am," Jack grinned. "And I say I'm going to make you come one more time. No back-talking, now. You be a good little Time Lord and do as I say."
Blushing, the Doctor nodded. "I've read enough about human sexuality to know a few things," he said, voice deepening now as he warmed up to the idea. "This means I'm not allowed to be…naughty."
"That's right, sweethearts. Do you understand what happens if you are naughty?"
He swallowed hard. His blush deepened and his eyes dilated with arousal. "I get…puh-punished?"
Jack nodded. "That's why we need a safety word. But don't be afraid, I'll never really hurt you. Nothing more than a little spanking with my hand. But if you're a good boy you won't have to be spanked. And it's too soon in our relationship to go that far just yet. It's going to be a long while before you're ready for anything that kinky."
"I was hoping you would say that," said the Doctor with a little sigh of relief. "Some day it might be fun, but I really, really love you making love to me right now. I mean, I like it that you're so…so dominant. So alpha human male, but you do it so sweetly, Jack. It makes me want to please you as much as I can. It makes me want to give myself to you completely."
Jack looked deeply into his eyes. "Gods, I can't stop falling in love with you, sweethearts. My Doctor. My sweet, giving, loving angel. So beautiful, so sensual. I love you, my sweethearts. You do know that, don't you?"
"Yes," the Doctor said tenderly, smiling softly. "And there's one thing I've learnt in this regeneration. I should never hesitate to say when I love someone. And I love you, Captain Jack Harkness. I love you with all my hearts. There, I said it! See? I can say it!"
He looked incredibly pleased with himself. "Gods," Jack chuckled. "I didn't think it was possible for anything to be as cute as you are. You're so proud of yourself for saying that, aren't you?"
Again he hummed happily and nodded, even more pleased with himself that he could admit he was proud of himself. Jack reminded himself to thank Ianto for prodding him into making love to the Doctor. He had been so right. The Doctor's self-confidence, under Jack's loving but firm touch, grew throughout the night.
"Now, about my making you come again," Jack said. "I want to make you come in every way all at the same time, your mouth, your cock and your ass."
The Doctor swallowed hard again. "I've not done that," he admitted. Somehow, even after everything they had done, he could still manage a deep blush. "I've not done it ever. Do you think it's possible?"
"It was you who taught me that almost anything is possible. I'll have to practice good timing on each area of your body. It'll take a lot of discipline on both our parts, and it'll take time, but yes, I'm sure it can be done."
The Time Lord trembled beneath Jack. His breathing became ragged and Jack could actually see the sweet submission growing in his eyes. He slid his arms gently around Jack's neck. Eyes half-closed, he offered his mouth to his lover, his…
"Jack?"
"Yes, angel?"
"Are you my husband now?"
"Damned straight I am, and don't you forget it," he answered huskily.
"I don't know how you manage to sound so romantic and so…bossy, at the same time, but I like it, my husband. Oh, I do dare say I quite like it." He grinned. "Husband. Why does that make me feel all tingly-like to think of you that way? Hu-u-us-band…"
"Because you want to be mine," Jack said. "Just like I feel all tingly to think that you're my husband, too."
Another happy little hum, and then the Doctor said, "Doctor Harkness. Doctor Harkness. Am I Doctor Harkness now?"
"I'll put it this way," Jack grinned wickedly. "I ever catch you using the name Smith again, you'll be across my knee so fast it'll make your head spin."
"Oh, Rassilon, Jack! The things you say…I want…I want…"
"I'll give you what you want," Jack said. "Better than that, I'll give you what you need." With that, he took the Doctor's mouth in a searing, plundering, possessive kiss. He pressed his hard cock against the Doctor's equally aroused one. He broke their kiss. "Spread your legs for your husband, Doctor Harkness. That's an order."
The Doctor gasped as if the words themselves were performing a sexual act, almost as though Jack's commanding voice was a penetrative part of him, his very mind being made love to. Jack felt him melt beneath him as he so very willingly obeyed, spreading his legs in invitation.
"Now guide my cock into that sweet little ass," Jack said.
The Doctor hiked his legs up around Jack's middle, and then he reached between their bodies, finding Jack's erection. "Oh, my, Jack, you're awfully…big this time! Is it because you're really aroused?"
"Yeah," he answered. "It's all this talk about you giving yourself to me, letting me take control. I've never had a lover that affected me like this. You're the only one that's ever wanted me to truly top them. And you do, don't you?"
"Yes," replied the Doctor, his voice softened by his willful weakness, a weakness he wanted and welcomed. "I need this," he whispered. "I want…I suppose I want to be possessed. By you. I need to belong to you."
"I get the feeling you want to say something a little more, sweethearts. Don't hold back, you can say anything to me. To your husband." Jack watched for the Doctor's reaction when he used the marital term. It was true, then, when the Doctor heard it used it triggered something deeply sexual in him. "Come on now, sweethearts. I'm ordering you as your husband to tell me what you need."
The Doctor gulped. He panted desperately. "I need…I need to belong to you. I need to be yours. Completely. I need…oh, Jack, I don't know how to say it!" His brows drew together in frustration. "I…I want to be your possession. I want you to take me. Make me yours. I want…I want you to own me."
Jack gave him a smile that was the very picture of tenderness. "It's okay, sweethearts. You've owned me for over a hundred years. It's all right for us to own each other. There's no shame in it. So be mine, my angel. You want to please me. You have proof in your hand how much you please me. Now, please me even more. Guide me inside you. Show me how much you want me."
~~~~edited for this site's requirements. For the Director's Cut go to whofic dot com and search authors for "tenner". Sorry for the inconveneince~~~
Jack rolled onto his side, arms around his lover, holding his trembling body closely, tenderly. Heart still pounding, he peppered the Doctor's face with light little kisses, whispering endearments between each kiss. The Doctor, rendered speechless as he panted, clung to Jack sweetly, so limp with exhaustion he felt like a rather large rag doll in Jack's arms.
"Did I give you what you needed?" gasped Jack, tracing a finger along the Doctor's swollen lips.
"Yuh-yes," the Doctor said, gulping air. "Oh, my dear Lord Rassilon, yes. That was…oh, Jack, there aren't any words."
"Then I'm satisfied," Jack said. "Finally satisfied, because I made you happy. But there's something I want to know about this owning business. It has to do with Gallifrey being gone, doesn't it? You want to feel a part of something. You need to feel a connection to someone that can't be broken. Is that right?"
"Yes, but that's not all of it," said the Doctor. He snuggled against Jack, seeking comfort. Jack kissed his cheeks, his temples, even his eyes and the tip of his nose in an effort to encourage his lover. "I need someone I'm accountable to," the Doctor said softly. "For when I do things that aren't right. I don't want to be the Time Lord Victorious. There's no one in the Universe I can feel close enough to do that with but you, Captain Jack Harkness. My husband. My husband! Besides, I've always had to take care of other people. I know it's selfish but…is it wrong of me to want someone to take care of me?"
"Of course it isn't wrong! And high time you do. It's my honor to take care of you," Jack said. "It's my dream come true, Doc. I've always wanted to take care of you. Now I don't have to worry about if you'll let me. You're mine to take care of now, because you gave yourself to me. I don't know why you think I deserve that trust…but I'll take it. And by the way, you're fantastic in bed, sweethearts. I'm so lucky. My beautiful husband adores me so much he gave himself to me, and he's wonderful to make love to. Wonderful in every way."
"You like the difference from humans, then?"
"You're kidding me, right? Jeez, if the rest of the Universe had ever caught on to Gallifreyan sexuality all the Time Lords would have wound up in harems and brothels. And you're so responsive. Making you feel so much pleasure is like nothing else I can think of. Everything was just too wonderful, too marvelous for words, sweethearts. And looking at you now, I don't have to wonder if I satisfied you. Look at you, practically glowing."
"Actually, if you turn off the light, you'd be surprised…"
"What? This I gotta see!" Jack leapt up, clambered up the ladder and closed the manhole, then, climbing back in bed with his lover, he turned off the lamp. The Doctor's skin gave off a pale golden light. "Oh, Gods, it just keeps getting better!" Jack laughed. "But you'd better not ever cheat on me, all I have to do to find out is get you in the dark." He turned the lamp back on. "But I'd rather see you like this. You're too beautiful to keep in the dark."
The Doctor hummed his happy hum again. "I like pleasing you so much," he said. "My husband. My husband. Should have done this ages ago."
"Maybe not," Jack said, running his fingers through the Doctor's hair in an attempt to smooth it out from the mess it had become during their lovemaking. "Maybe you needed to wait this long for it to make you happy. Maybe if you'd rushed it, you wouldn't give yourself to me. Maybe you wouldn't love me being your husband so much. So tell me, do you still think I don't find you as attractive as Ianto?"
The Doctor grinned. "You think I'm beautiful. I saw it in your mind. Now I understand. You can't love me like you love Ianto because he's human, and you can't love Ianto like me because he's not a Time Lord."
"What am I to do about Ianto?" Jack asked. "I'm your husband now."
"Jack, I told you, with Time Lords it isn't restrictive or exclusive. Well, unless you want it to be. I chose to give myself to you. I never expected you to dump Ianto. You can't dump me for Ianto. I'm glad, because I think that might just kill me. You're free to love anyone you want. Just remember, our pair-bond is permanent. You'll never be able to stay away from me for very long, nor can I stay away from you."
"Don't say that if you don't mean it," Jack said. "I won't have you setting yourself up to be hurt if I make love to Ianto. You've been hurt enough, damn it."
"It won't hurt me, Jack! I'm not like 21st century humans and neither are you. Just…don't expect me to watch or join in. I chose to belong only to you. That was my choice. It's what I need."
"I'll have to think about this," Jack said. "When I decided to accept your offer to give yourself to me I also accepted the responsibility of taking care of you."
"My husband will work it out," the Doctor said, smiling. "I have faith in you, Jack. You won't hurt me. My husband would never knowingly hurt me. I've seen inside your mind. I know you love me."
"That I do," Jack said. He gathered the Doctor to him and kissed him tenderly. "I love you so much it hurts. But it's a good hurt. I love you completely and utterly, and have for a long time. I've loved two regenerations of you, and I'll always love you. Even before we pair-bonded, I knew I would always love you. And that's another thing. I can't love a mortal the way I love you; I can only love them for the little while I have them."
"And that's why you shouldn't break up with Ianto, at least not on my account. If you break up with him, it shouldn't be because of me. Odds are we'll both out-live him, Jack. So no, don't hurt him on my account."
"Like I said, I'll think on it," Jack said. "As it stands, I know he'll understand that I want to be with my new husband for a while. My husband. My beautiful, sexy, loving husband, who happens to be the last Time Lord. Making love to you is like…making love to an actual angel. He'll understand that we need time together right now."
"We'll sort it out," the Doctor said. "But I'm so sleepy from making so much luh—" The Doctor yawned hugely. "Love," he finished. "I just want you to cuddle me to sleep."
"Now that I can handle, sweethearts," Jack said. 'I'm going to spoil you so rotten." He couldn't help ginning at himself. Rolling onto his back, he pulled the Doctor close, cradling his head against his chest right above his heart. He kissed the top of the Doctor's head. "Sleep now, sweethearts. Go to sleep in my arms. Wake up in my arms. Love you so much."
The Doctor rubbed his face against Jack's chest like a contented cat. "Love you too, husband." He yawned again, and in mere seconds, he dropped off, his breath deep and even, his sated body loose and relaxed in the warmth and safety of Jack's arms.