So, haven't updated in a long while, for that I am super duper sorry. I'm working on chapter 9 now and I have a good idea of what's going to happen in that chapter so it should be up either tomorrow or the day after.

Thanks for sticking with me! RnR if you will 3

Chapter 8

Walking to the flat used by Torchwood to house "guests," the Doctor remained uncharacteristically silent. There were a few reasons for this: 1) Jack was practically dragging him along when it was normally the other way around, 2) Jack looked like someone had spit in his coffee (why have coffee when you could have tea?), and 3) the few noises the Doctor did make, mostly squawks of annoyance at being dragged across busy streets, fell on deaf ears i.e. he was being ignored. The first two didn't bother the Doctor overly as the first could be explained with the reasoning he had no idea where they were going, the second, he had caused Jack to skip work, but the third, the third annoyed him. No one ignored him and if they tried to, he generally did something that caused them to try and kill him, stare at him, or praise him.

A sharp pull on his arm snapped him out of his inner rant and he looked up at a state-of-the-art apartment complex. Jack stood next to the door, holding it open. Nodding in thanks, the Doctor walked through and Jack led him over to the elevators. The ride up was silent save for the Doctor offering quiet suggestions about how the elevator could be improved. A soft 'ping' alerted the pair to their arrival and they stepped out into a hall way, quickly crossing over into the luxurious flat. With the door securely locked behind them, Jack turned to take off the handcuffs binding the two together. A soft hum of appreciation for his new freedom from the Doctor caused Jack to look at him, and unreadable expression in his eyes. A moment of silence passed between the two, caught up in their own thoughts. Shifting slightly, Jack let his jacket slip down his arms and watched the Doctors eyes track the movement. Pointing to a room off to the right, Jack stared at the Doctor.

"That's your room, mine is across the hall, dinner at 6:00. Got it?" At the Doctor's mute nod, Jack turned and walked into his room, slamming the door behind him. The Doctor blinked, snapping out of his trance. Turning slowly, the Doctor went into his assigned room and stared out over the water. A beat of silence and then,

"Oh God, I smell." Quickly, the Doctor stripped off his suit and walked into the bathroom. Steam started to fill up the room as the Doctor turned the water on. Stepping into the stream, the Doctor closed his eyes and hummed in approval. Blindly, he reached out and picked up the body wash. Snapping the cap open, he cautiously sniffed it. The smell of cinnamon attack him and he smiled, he loved the smell of cinnamon almost as much as he loved tea. Eyes closed in relaxation, the Doctor missed the door opening a fraction and a slightly tousled head peeking into the bathroom. A cough made the Doctor spin in the shower, eyes wide. He stared blankly at Jack and watched how the blue eyes slowly, hungrily, scanned over his entire body. Self-consciously, the Doctor tried to cover as much of himself as he could while still keeping eye-contact.

"Do you… have my body wash?" Jack sniffed the air and grinned slightly wolfishly. "I'll take that as a yes then." The Doctor's eyes flicked over to the bottle and back to Jack's face. Still smiling, Jack pushed the door open more and walked in. Brown eyes widened and took in the sight before him. Jack was walking over to him in full naked glory and those pesky 51st century pheromones weren't helping matters. Opening the shower door, Jack reached through the hot spray and grabbed the bottle resting beside the Doctor. As he withdrew his hand, he brushed against the Doctor's slightly fevered skin and chuckled quietly and the answering shudder that passed through the lean man. Nodding thanks, Jack turned and left, shutting the door behind him. The Doctor stood mouth slightly agape as his mind, capable at calculations and facts, tripped and stumbled as it tried to process what just happened.

A sudden change in the temperature of the water caused the Doctor to yelp slightly and quickly turn off the shower. Without the water running, it was easier to smell the cinnamon scent that had been rubbed into his body. Reaching out, keeping one eye on the door just in case, the Doctor towelled himself off and wrapped the towel around his waist. He stepped into the bedroom to find a small suitcase of clothes left on his bed. He opened the case hesitantly, worried about what he would find inside. Obviously though, his fears were unnecessary as Ianto was the one who picked out his clothes if the impeccable packing was anything to go by. He quickly changed and walked out into the living room, hair still damp, to find Jack sprawled on the couch.

The strong scent of cinnamon doubled as he neared Jack and he closed his eyes in appreciation. He knelt by the prone figure and licked his lips subconsciously, unaware that two surprised blue eyes were watching him. A low moan made its way out of his throat as his tongue flicked out to taste the air. He shifted slightly so that he was sitting on the floor, resting against the couch, and slowly dozed off. Content within the cinnamon induced sleep, the Doctor leaned into the soft touch on his head as fingers gently carded through his hair. A slight shiver as warm breath was ghosted over his ear and small mutterings of an unidentifiable language, probably Gallifreyan, were the last movements and sounds before the pair became oblivious to anything outside of them.