Jack curled his body as close as he could, face buried in the thin pillow he'd been provided. Something was wrong, something in his body was burning so hotly he wanted to claw it out. It was pure lava pouring down his back and he had no idea what it was. He was sweating so badly his sheets were soaked, breath ragged and uneven. His heart was overdoing itself, choking him up so badly he couldn't stop coughing.

Yeah, there was something wrong.

That Man was in the room, arms crossed over his chest and leaning casually against the wall. He was grinning and watching like a hawk as if waiting for that something to happen.

Jack groaned into his pillow, knuckles bone white from where they clawed the bedding. Pain came in harsh throbs, spreading through his limbs and making them quake. He choked, copper flooding his tongue. His vision blurred and darkened at the edges, fingers and toes going numb. He clenched his eyes shut, breath leaving him...

Jack jerked awake with the lingering feeling of broken glass on his skin, inhaling sharply and sitting up. He grasped at his chest, feeling his heart strong once more and his vision clear. The aches were gone, the bleeding lashes across his body completely healed. The blood was drying on his skin, making it itch. He raked his nails along his abs and soothed the irritation, brow furrowed.

"What...?" his voice was back to normal as well.

"Do you know what happened, sweetling?" the Man asked, head cocked to the side.

Jack glared, "What did you do?"

"I didn't do a single thing" the man was pleased, his voice had a mirth in it "You've just died. How did it feel? Your first time since your initial revival, I'm sure."

That's true. He'd woken up like this once before, only this time he didn't have vaporized Dalek's in front of him and the sound of the departing TARDIS grinding in his ears. He'd died? Again? What in the hell had brought him back? He looked down at his hands, gaping at the glimmer of gold in his veins. What the hell? That kind of looked like...

"The Time Vortex" he raised his wrist to his lips, inhaling deeply. He could smell it more strongly than ever, a hint of the TARDIS and all those threads of time were in his veins. So he'd just...what? Regenerated? How many times could he do this?

"An infinite number of times" the Man replied, pushing off the wall "It looks like you've been given a wonderful little gift. Immortality. So fitting for a pretty little body like that."

That's when Jack realized how vulnerable he still was, dressed only in his leather cuff set and a sheet. He shuffled back against the wall, muscles coiling in anticipation of an attack. He didn't feel as strong as he usually did but he sure as hell felt better than he had in months. Rejuvenated, regenerated.

"Silly boy" the Man's eyes focused sharply on the captain's scared face, something charging between them "You can't escape me. I've been waiting for hours for you to bleed out. And now that you're fresh and cleansed from death, we can proceed. We only have so much time left."

Jack winced when a throbbing started in the back of his mind, "What are you talking about? Time left until what?"

The Man's grin grew, malicious intent written all over his face. The throbbing grew to a pounding, hammering his temples and practically rattling his brain. Jack clutched his palms over his ears, dropping his head into his lap in a hope to dull it. It was insistent and accurate, keeping him immobile and vulnerable as the Man approached.

"Now you feel what I feel" the joviality fell from his voice, leaving a steely growl "Enjoy it, little one. This is only the beginning."

"You're a bastard" Jack hissed through his teeth, he could hear some of those burly bodyguards with the claws coming in the door "Fucking...bastard..."

xXx

"Rose!"

Rose screamed when she found herself bounced awake, an overeager alien on top of her. The Doctor was bouncing up and down on the bed next to her, screaming her name in an effort to wake her up. She drew her blanket around her shoulders, screaming along with him.

"What? What?"

"Rose, wake up!" the Doctor dropped to his knees, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her "Wake up! Wake up!"

"I'm awake!" she shoved him away, glaring fiercely at the Time Lord "What the bloody hell is goin' on? What's happened?"

"We have to go get Jack!" the Doctor slid out of the bed, grabbing her arm and pulling hard "Come, up time! We need to go now!"

Rose smiled brightly, rubbing at her eyes as she got out of bed as well, "Really? Finally!"

"Finally?" the man scrunched up his nose "Why didn't you say something before? I'd completely forgotten about him."

"But I asked you once-"

"There's no time" the Doctor darted out of the room, gesturing wildly "I need you to help me. Emergency trip! Allons-y, Rose!"

xXx

Jack gasped desperately, taking in every bit of oxygen he could before he was forced beneath the water again. Prodding, impersonal hands scrubbed scratchy sponges over every inch of his body. One of the scaly females was holding him by the hair with a hidden strength, keeping him oxygen-deprived and dizzy. He couldn't fight them, there had to be more than a dozen of the creatures crowded in the bathing room. Some type of rounded brush found his hole and forced itself inside, cleaning away any remaining bits of that last alien client.

"I don't want him torn" the Man hissed when his head was brought up again "Raw and clean, but unharmed for now."

"Yes, sir" the woman holding his hair hissed, dunking him carelessly.

Jack prayed he didn't die again.

xXx

"Pull that lever!"

"It won't budge."

"Pull harder!"

Rose scowled and put all her weight down on the lever, "Bloody alphas..."

There was no denying now that the Time Lord was his own version of an alpha, eyes newly dyed a deep gold with striking bits of crimson in them. He was a fearsome thing to behold, going double time as he primed up the TARDIS for their trip. He was everywhere at once, nearly growling.

"Find him, darling" the Doctor begged, stroking the nearest screen and feeling her strong hum of approval "We have to find him."

He's in danger.

"I know" the Doctor could feel his fangs itching to extend and bite "Hence the 'hurry' part."

He could feel the dominant part of him roaring, clawing and shaking the cage he'd put it in. He needed Jack, he needed the man here and in his bed this instant. The bond was weak on his side but he could still feel it pulsing and crying for him, begging to be redone. Where was his precious Jack? Where could he be? All the Time Lord could be sure of was that he wasn't safe.

The TARDIS was searching desperately, he could feel all the little pulses and thrumming beneath his fingertips, but it wasn't fast enough for him. It was maddening. Now that he remembered it was all he wanted! He could faintly taste the captain on his lips, he could almost feel the rasp of his hair between his fingers...

No! It wasn't enough!

The Doctor clawed a hand through his hair.

Jack was desperately calling for him, and he couldn't answer.

xXx

He was on a pedestal. Cushioned in silver, large enough for two people but small enough to display him. A gilded pedestal, but a pedestal nonetheless.

Jack arms were clipped to a chain that dangled above the pedestal, strung high enough above his head to force him on his knees. He was naked except for his gear, exposed to anyone who walked into the room. And fuck was the room huge! He had no idea what kind of brothel he was in, but it was ritzy.

"Any other time, this would fun" Jack huffed, pulling at his cuffs with no avail. The chain was bolted pretty securely for being so long, he could barely see the reinforcements up there. From what he could tell the cuffs unclipped rather easily from the chain, a simple push and slip and he'd be out. If his fingers could reach, that was. He was too sore to try and maneuver another limb up there. In this position he was perfect for riding, and didn't that just freak the fuck out of him?

It could be worse. At least he was clean now, he could almost pretend like hadn't serviced at least a dozen different species in the past who-the-fuck-know how many months. The new question was: What was next? What kind of torture could that bastard put him through? He needed a plan, he needed a way out of here.

Jack found himself sagging, knees spread to give him as much as a sit as he could. What was the point? He'd be here for as long as that asshat wanted him here. There was no getting out of this cage, it had all been planned out too perfectly. He was kept weak, he was constantly abused, and every mention of his Doctor weakened him just that much more.

/He's not my Doctor/ Jack let his head fall back, eyes screwed shut /He was never mine./

"My melancholy prince."

Jack snapped to attention, finding the Man had slipped into the room like smoke. He was stripped down to nothing, naked and unashamed. He was eyeing Jack with a certain hardy appetite, obviously savoring what he would call his victory. Having the Captain Jack Harkness trussed up and at his mercy...a prize worth basking in.

"Listen, after the past few months, that-" Jack nodded to the man's cock, impressive even at half-mast "-isn't going to to hurt me anymore than the last guy."

"Hurt you?" the Man tisked "Who said anything about pain, sweetling? This isn't about pain."

The Man got closer, reaching up and fanning his fingers across the human's throat. The grip slowly tightened, a manic gleam coming to those hungry orbs.

"Not yet."

Jack took his breath in rasps, rearing back the moment he was released. His range of motion was limited, the blonde bastard had the advantage here.

"For now...I'm here to soothe your ache" the Man slowly circled the pedestal, taking in every naked inch of the captain "After all, a submissive is nothing once torn from their dominant."

Jack tensed, hands balling into fists. He still had no idea how this man knew about his pre-mature bond with the Doctor, but he knew it didn't bode well for him.

"Would you like me to take away the pain?" cold fingers stroked the nape of his neck, the start of a lazy caress down his spine "I will. I'll take it all away. If just for a few moments."

"D-Don't touch me" Jack jerked away even as he felt a fuzziness come over his mind "Stop it."

"Trust me, pet, you'll love it."

Jack cried out when the Man swamped his mind, the fingers invisible now and much too heavy to shake off. They probed and twisted into the folds of his subconscious, scratching at the surface and searching for something. He twisted at the chain again, shaking his head as if to dislodge the unwanted touch.

"Stop! You sick fuck! Get out of my-!"

Jack froze, lungs seizing up when he felt it. Long, spindly fingers encircling and trapping his bond. The touch was almost physical, demanding attention the attention of every nerve and muscle in his body. It didn't move, not at first, merely tightened it's grip until he could feel it everywhere.

"So this is what connects you to the Doctor" the Man hummed "A bit threadbare. But it will do."

"Don't" Jack whispered, afraid to move "Whatever you're doing...just...don't."

"Just try and stop me, Jacky-boy."

The touch turned into a stroke, sending Jack's body into a Hellfire. Every hair stood on end, every synapse fired, every memory triggered. Jack heaved and smelled it, oh God he could smell it. The scent of the Doctor, the scent of the TARDIS...old, foreign, like a leather bound book. That oh-so-alien scent of ozone and pure warmth. He'd almost forgotten it. Hands roamed his sides, creeping up to his neck and cheek.

Jack turned his face into the Man's wrist, inhaling deeply.

He smelled like a Time Lord, and that was enough for his body to go into hyper drive.

Jack could feel himself getting wet, his cock already hard and eager against his stomach. He could feel an answering hardness along the curve of his ass and he wanted it. God damn it, he wanted it. The bond was flaring, grasping onto the nearest thing to his alpha and claiming it. He knew it wasn't the Doctor, he fucking knew it wasn't his mate.

But his body was a betrayer.

"Let me go!" he could barely beg for anything but more.

"Master" the Man hissed into his hair, his scent surrounding the human and making him submit "Say my name. Master."

"No...you're..." Jack was getting dizzy, his thighs parting without his permission. His entire body was screaming for the other, opening itself and practically rutting against his hard cock.

This is your alpha, this is our mate. Submit, kneel, suck, fuck, let him in.

"Stupid body" he dropped his head forward, but his protest was weak. He was sweating already from fighting the mere urge to spread his legs. How the hell could he fight this man when he was too busy fighting himself? But he ached to be filled, and this man smelled like the Doctor.

/It's not! It's not him!/ he pleaded with himself, but it was no use. He could feel the veil of submission falling over him like a heavy tarp, eyes glazing over while fluid sluiced down his thighs in hopes of mating. It was disgusting and the reason he hated being an omega, anyone could take advantage of him. He could hear himself moaning, he couldn't stop the way his body arched and pressed back into the other man.

"That's it, sweetling...submit to me."

Fangs ripped at his throat, drawing blood and raking down into his shoulder. His bond flared at the letting, stretching and nearly wrapping itself around the malicious bastard behind him. He was overtaken, he could feel it all his fears and protests being shoved away into the back of his mind. He parted his lips to tell him to stop but could only moan.

"Master, please" he whispered, every word cutting his tongue to ribbons.

"I would have you" the Master nipped just below his ear, another pinprick of blood appearing there.

"Have me" tears slipped down his face as he begged so shamelessly "Master...take me."

"That's what I want to hear."

Jack begged and pleaded like a two-dollar whore, all the while taking in the scent of Time Lord and pure alpha. It tore him up inside to give in, but that didn't stop his body from opening up and taking in every inch like he could never get enough.

He'd never be able to look in the mirror again.

xXx

The Doctor eased open the TARDIS door, finding himself at the end of a long hall with a glimmering glass ceiling. He knew this place, he could tell by that silver trim and polished ebony doors. He'd only been here twice, never in this lifetime though. It was a seedy place, steeped in stolen slaves and gratuitous rape. He sneered at the too-clean smell of it. This place hid more criminals and outlaws than a prison, they crawled in the cracks like snakes and mites.

"What's it like?" Rose pushed at him, peeking outside "Where'd they take him?"

"Rose, stop" the Doctor snatched her by her shoulders, spinning her around into the safety of the ship "You need to stay here."

Rose glared, "There's no way I'm stayin' here. I don't guard the ship."

"You don't understand-"

"Who do you think I am? Mickey?"

"Rose!"

Rose snapped her mouth shut at the pure alpha tone, his eyes tinged gold and scaring her quiet.

"This is a brothel" the Doctor gestured at the door "Out there are monsters, pure terrors of the night. They will eat you up if they so as much smell you. They will not hesitate because you're human, they would savor you even more because of it. We are very far from home, Rose...do you understand? Too far for any resemblance of safety."

Rose nodded slowly, realization blooming on her face.

"I need you to stay here and wait for me" the Doctor instructed, slowly letting her go "I won't knock, I won't beg for you to let me in for any reason – anything you hear out there you must ignore."

She swallowed thickly, "Even if it's Jack?"

He nodded reluctantly, "Even if you hear him, don't open it. I can't risk losing both of you."

"Alright" she stepped back, nodding more resolutely this time "I promise. I won't open the doors. I'll just sit here. Are you sure there's nothing I can do to help?"

"If you could cook something, that would be fantastic" the Doctor shed his jacket, putting it up on the hook beside the door "Something warm, yeah?"

Rose winced, "I'm not a housekeeper."

He gave her a hard look, "Jack is trapped in there put through God-knows what, and you want him to continue to starve?"

The blonde's heart seemed to break, "I'll make something."

"You're a lamb" he pecked her on the cheek "I promise to bring him back in one piece. It shouldn't take too long."

Rose clutched his hand for just a moment, then let him go.

The Doctor crept out into the hallway with a feline grace, his sole sonic weapon in this fight. His eyes darted from one door to the next, catching whiffs of exotic oils and various states of musk. They were on a male swing, it seemed. Last time he was here it was nothing but females, but it was inclined to change as the years went by.

The Doctor turned several corners, the only lead he had to his captain's whereabouts was in his head. He could feel the faint presses of Jack's mind in this place, sending out waves of yearning and urgency. An SOS signal of sorts that came from their bond, that particular link between them stressed and aching like a wound at the base of his skull. It had been like that for hours, alerting him that his mate was hurting terribly and begging for him. He'd been without Jack for two months or so, the TARDIS had given him a rough estimate of eight months here. He could only imagine the things they'd put the lovely human through, a young body like that would go far here.

/And fertile/ the Doctor wet his lips, nicking the side on the start of his fangs /I'm sure that sweet lad can be bent a hundred different ways and only beg for more./

The Time Lord forced those thoughts from his mind. He couldn't afford it right now, he was starting to smell his own pheromones. There was enough of that in this place he couldn't let his own mix in, he didn't want to seem any sort of vulnerable to any creature here.

One of the doors opened, he froze and tightened his grip on the screwdriver. A slim boy colored a nice shade of mint green slipped out, a skimpy robe barely concealing his modesty. There were shimmering crimson scales along his pulse points, a swirl of them on each of his cheeks and just below his navel. Stark purple bruises decorated his skin as well, proving his place here.

The boy cringed and collapsed into the wall at the sight of him, holding his hands up.

"Please, sir" the boy begged sweetly, trying to seduce through his blatant fear "I-I just had someone. If you let me bathe, I can surely give you a great service."

"What?" he chirped, his brain taking a moment to catch up "No, no, child...go on. It's alright, I don't need any 'service'. I'll be fine."

The boy nodded gratefully, scurrying off. He disappeared into one of the smaller service doors.

"Blimey" he huffed, watching him go with a pang of regret "I'm sorry."

He wished he could save everyone, but right now his focus was on Jack. One day, though, one day he'd shut this place down.

xXx

Fingers pierced his body, the channel wet with cum and blood. Jack sobbed breathlessly, pushing back into the touch even though it burned.

"How does this body work?" the Master mused, curling his fingers "Hm?"

Jack pursed his lips, the words threatening to pour out.

The Master's fingers pushed up and in, finding that inner entrance that could only be breached through a real coupling.

"There's a...a womb that can d-develop" Jack could barely gasp in enough air to breathe, let alone speak "There needs to be a knot, and i-it'll fill it with...ah!"

"So interesting" the Master forced his fingers in harder, teasing the inner entrance to make the human keen "You smell fertile. Can you bear little ones?"

Jack shook his head, a new fear clutching his heart.

"We'll just have to find out, now won't we?"

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