Okay, long chapter ahead (and it's getting kinky near the end ;) please let me know what you're thinking!
Jack whistled absent-mindedly the melody of a familiar song whose words he couldn't remember. He got more and more uneasy. The Doctor had been in the bathroom for...
Jack looked down on his wrist for the third time only to find his vortex manipulator; he really should be wearing a watch instead of this thing, he thought to himself, especially if the Doctor tended to damage it every time he'd discover it on his arm.
Jack sighed. It felt like half an hour... No, it felt like hours! And still there was no audible sign of the Doctor turning on the shower. There was no sound from the bathroom, except for the repetitive sighs and sobs of the Doctor.
But he had refused to let Jack come in; he'd locked the door and no matter how hard Jack pushed pulled or kicked at it, it wouldn't budge. And the Doctor wouldn't reply either.
Jack knocked on the door, this time by banging his head against it. "Doctor, please let me in."
A muffled sob escaped the Doctor's mouth as he removed the last needle and pulled the remaining seams out of his chest. He now was back to normal, more or less. A few minor bruises and scars concussed the image of his light complexion and otherwise smooth skin. Only the seams on his back he hadn't been able to reach; firstly because they were placed between his shoulder blades and furthermore because his shoulders hurt so badly he didn't dare to move more than absolutely necessary.
The Doctor eyed himself up in the mirror and stared at his reflexion with blood-shot eyes. He looked nearly as miserable as he felt, he thought to himself. But he was surprised that he had managed to keep his eyes open; his lids were heavy and tended to sink every moment he wasn't paying attention.
The Doctor sighed and removed his clothes.
He smelled. He smelled awful. But it weren't his clothes – it was his body, his skin stank, his artificial body orifices (the cuts in his flesh where the tubes had been forced in and out and probably sideways, too) and the big healing wound across his stomach reeked of rotten meat.
The Doctor turned his head aside in disgust and stepped into the shower after turning it on. He took a deep breath as the cold water trailed down his cheeks and travelled down the rest of his body. The ice-cold water seemed to freeze his brain and the Doctor moaned and opened his eyes wide in order not to scream.
He tried to look up and stared at the ceiling with a blurred vision.
"You don't care that I'm freezing... oh no, you want me to get blasted, don't you?"
The humming from the Tardis grew closer as the Doctor tried to overhear what she advised him to.
"I told Jack to leave. I don't want him around all the time. I don't want to see him..."
The humming became annoyingly loud.
"Alright, alright, I don't want him to see me."
The Doctor listened quietly and pulled his head out of the jet of water.
"No, he can't help me. Stop saying that. And you won't be able to convince me. I don't want to see him."
The Doctor sighed after receiving the Tardis' discontent reply.
"I know that he's still out there. But sooner or later he'll leave, believe me. There's definitely an alien on the run or someone claims that they've seen a flying pizza or an escaped sandwich or whatever those dilettantes are investigating in presently. I don't care."
The humming from above faded away slowly as it turned into quiet and comforting music.
"Oh, stop that" hissed the Doctor, though he was grateful that the Tardis had decided on granting him the privilege of enjoying a hot shower.
"That's one of Jack's favourite songs. I remember damn well how I was forced to listen to his music after he'd tied me down to my bed and wouldn't stop humping me for hours. I don't want to hear it."
The Doctor closed the sliding door of the shower and leaned his back against the cool tilled wall. The coldness of it had a sedative effect on the stitches between and on his shoulder blades. Only his lower back hurt more the longer he pressed his injured skin against the tiles. The small of his back was killing him lately...
The Doctor winced after he had felt a kick.
A kick.
The Doctor gritted his teeth.
The goddamn brat had dared to call his attention towards its existence inside of him.
He looked down at his slightly swollen abdomen. It was visible; the bulge was clearly visible, at least to him. The Doctor sighed and poked his stomach uneasily. He wouldn't be able to hide his pregnancy from Jack for long.
Though the word itself felt disgusting – the Doctor felt like throwing up whenever he dared to remind himself of it.
He had conceived. He was pregnant. He had been fecundated.
And there were innumerable different disgusting words which came to his mind; thankfully most of them were in Gallifreyan and therefore he wouldn't understand those derogatory terms himself exactly, or recall their actual snide meaning.
He rested his head against the wall and felt tears welling up in his eyes, mixing with the hot water which had already moistened his cheeks.
The Doctor was carrying a foetus. He had been raped and maltreated and would be coerced to carry a child to full term. And in the near future he would be giving birth to it; he would be forced to give birth to a child whose nascency and cause was still a miracle to him.
The Doctor folded his arms above his bulged abdomen and snorted.
And even in the Tardis he wasn't safe.
They had managed to enter the Tardis. They had managed to drag him out. They had managed to fly the Tardis and leave him somewhere in Cardiff where Jack could find him.
He closed his eyes.
Whoever they were.
There was a clicking sound behind Jack's back. He turned around to find that the door had opened a slight gap. He pushed it open and entered the bathroom quietly before closing the door behind him.
It clicked shut, leaving Jack no other opportunity but to face the Doctor.
The Doctor had slumped down and rested his back against the tilled wall, his legs were pulled up and his head had rolled into the nape of his neck. He stared at the jet of water with tired and unbelieving eyes.
Jack opened the sliding door slowly as arising steam leapt towards him. The Doctor looked up to him wearily.
Fully clothed Jack stepped into the shower and grabbed the Doctor's shoulders before trying to pull him into an upright position. The Doctor had wrapped his arms around his stomach and moaned while getting to his feet again. He turned his back on Jack.
"Jack, what are you doing here?" whispered the Doctor as Jack took off his shirt and threw it out of the slightly ajar sliding door before closing it abruptly.
"Doctor..." Jack had opened his mouth but hadn't thought of a reply so far. He considered himself truly fortunate because he had managed to enter the bathroom, even if only because of the Tardis' trust in him.
"I told you I want to be alone" replied the Doctor and intensified his grip on his own skin "I don't want to see anybody."
Jack stared aghast at the Doctor's injured back and the stitching all over his skin.
"Why can't you just leave me alone?" sobbed the Doctor; his shoulders were twitching as he lowered his head and cried out as well in pain as in despair.
"Because I love you" was Jack's honest and naive answer as he wrapped his arms around the Doctor's chest and pulled him closer towards him. The Doctor cried and yelped heartbreakingly as Jack moved closer and rested his head on his shoulders.
"Jack, you're an idiot" sobbed the Doctor and snivelled quietly "and you're all wet."
The Doctor's weak and vulnerable body was leaned against Jack's strong chest and Jack felt the Doctor fainting and languishing into his arms more and more minute by minute.
"Doctor you need help" repeated Jack and pulled the Doctor closer towards his body.
"Just hold me, Jack" mumbled the Doctor and closed his eyes as he breathed in deeply.
Jack nodded his assent and buried his face in the Doctor's neck whilst showering his skin with kisses.
The steamy room became quiet; only the pattering sounds from the water above them disturbed the pleasant hush. The music had faded and died away and the Doctor opened his eyes and turned his head only to catch a glimpse of Jack behind him. Jack caressed him steadily and rubbed his face against his shoulders carefully, in order not to hurt his injured skin.
"Jack?" whispered the Doctor and felt the warm water from above padding his slightly open mouth. Jack replied with a relaxed moan and pressed his cheeks against the Doctor's.
"Jack, would you be so kind as to remove your clothes?" asked the Doctor and Jack stripped off his clothes instantly (because you don't have to tell a human being from the fifty-first century to get undressed twice) before the Doctor could have added "Your belt is poking me."
"You don't need to justify yourself" smirked Jack "you don't have to have reasons for wanting me to take my clothes off."
A quiet chuckle escaped the Doctor's mouth before he turned around to Jack. His right hand was still pressed against the scar across his stomach, though it only covered it poorly.
"You can wrap them in a towel in order to keep them from dripping all over the floor; there are towels in the white shelf to your right, if you step out of the shower..."
"I can deal with my clothes later on" replied Jack and smiled as he wrapped his arms around the Doctor's back.
"Jack, it will only take a second, just put them in..."
"They're hopelessly soaked, Doctor" explained Jack and grasped the Doctor's hands, pulling him towards his chest again "and I don't mind it."
"Just get out of the shower for a moment, will you Jack?" sighed the Doctor and bit his lip.
Jack eyed him up closely and searched the Doctor's cold stare; but he couldn't make rhyme nor reason of it.
The Doctor folded his arms and stared at his feet.
"Alright" Jack sighed "If you don't want to tell me, that's fine by me. I won't bother you with questions..."
"I need to pee, Jack" replied the Doctor while staring at his feet "that's all."
It had been two days by now.
Two days since the twinge had started. And still the Doctor felt like peeing all the time. His urethra was burning and felt sore, so he avoided urinating as often as possible. He assumed that he'd suffer from urethritis or some kind of renal diseases. But he didn't wonder after all those things which had been forced in and out of his urethra...
Though he thought peeing in the shower to be something rather uncivilized and unmodest he knew that he couldn't help but accommodate the urge of urinating. The hot shower sure was relaxing and the Doctor hoped that micturating wouldn't be as painful as usual.
Jack eyed up the Doctor from head to toe. He smiled as he met his gaze.
"That's nothing to be ashamed of" explained Jack quietly and hugged the Doctor. "I'm not ashamed" replied the Doctor while breathing in deeply.
"Yes you are" smirked Jack "and you know that you shouldn't be ashamed. But you can't help it. And neither can you suppress the urge any longer."
The Doctor looked at his feet again. "There's something about the way you're saying that makes me feel quite uncomfortable..." mumbled the Doctor and sighed.
Jack chuckled and rested his head on the Doctor's shoulder.
"I only want you to feel good about yourself no matter what" assured Jack the Doctor.
"...no matter what kind of human being wants to watch me passing water in the shower..." added the Doctor and blushed inevitably.
"If you really want me to, I'll leave you alone" explained Jack and saw small sparks rising in the Doctor's hopeful eyes before he continued hastily "but I don't think that urinating is something to feel embarrassed about. It's totally normal, even for Time Lords I suspect and..."
"Alright, cut it out or I'm aiming at your feet" snapped the Doctor and turned towards Jack "Just stop talking about it already. I get the picture."
Jack smiled at the Doctor who kissed his cheeks and nibbled on his ear before turning his back on Jack and grabbing his own member.
The Doctor breathed out deeply and tried to relax while releasing the pressure from his bladder. It burnt, although he was standing in the shower it burnt nonetheless, but the hot water made it a lot easier to bear.
Jack popped his head to one side and watched the Doctor's weak urinary stream hit the tilled wall and splash across the wet floor.
"Jack, I can feel your staring at my buttocks, stop it" hissed the Doctor.
"Is everything alright, Doctor?" asked Jack quietly and touched the Doctor's shoulders gently. The Doctor flinched and closed his eyes.
"Yes, of course, apart from the fact that someone seems to be dying for watching me pee" replied the Doctor between gritted teeth and snorted. One of Jack's hands slipped towards the Doctor's member and he caressed it carefully, causing the Doctor to gasp and clench.
"Jack, what are you doing?" asked the Doctor earnestly and nudged Jack in the ribs with an elbow.
"I'm only trying to help" replied Jack.
"You're trying to help yourself with your half-hard limb by touching a poor innocent Time Lord's body in an inappropriate way, right?" replied the Doctor and turned his head over his shoulder to meet Jack's irritated gaze.
"If you're trying to keep me from getting a hard-on I can assure you that it's not gonna work like this" answered Jack bluntly and rubbed the Doctor's delicate organ carefully.
"There is no way of keeping a human being from the fifty-first century from achieving and maintaining an erection" replied the Doctor and moaned quietly. Jack sure knew how to handle the Doctor's todger and intensified his grip while stroking it rhythmically.
The Doctor pressed his hands against the wall and leaned forward. His back hurt and the arising erection sure would be painful if he wouldn't find a way to support the small of his back. His lower abdomen was killing him, but it wasn't nearly as bad as the twinge in his lumbar vertebra column.
The Doctor spat on the floor and panted.
Blimey, this bloody brat made his bloody sick body feel bloody awful!
And for the first time in his life the Doctor had wished he could have had sex with Jack without having to worry about other things, like if the pain in his body was going to become worse or if Jack would still be able to penetrate him properly after all those tubes and medical instruments had been forced into nearly every bodily orifice.
Just having plain, filthy and unconstrained sex would have been all he had wanted right now. And that was also something he experienced for the first time in his life. He had never thought about the act of sex as much as he was thinking about it right now. And he was horny. He was so horny.
The Doctor had never known the meaning of this word. Alright, he had learned the meaning of "horny" or "randy" or "unstoppable" when he had met Jack for the first time. But he had never felt horny himself. He had assumed that it had been one of those primitive human sensations, an instinct (to be more specific) to keep them busy when they were bored or bubbling over with energy in order to keep them from killing each other all the time.
The Doctor gritted his teeth again and groaned while Jack moved against his body impatiently.
Jack wouldn't stop caressing the Doctor's member – he was worried, no, he KNEW that the Doctor had to be kept aroused, otherwise he'd remember sooner or later that he wasn't as dominated by his drives (especially his sex drive) as primitive human beings; or just himself in particular. Jack assumed it to be normal to think about sex all the time, to pick up everything within reach (or even above or below) because he simply had no standards. It wasn't hard to meet Jack's expectations.
In case something wanted to draw Jack's attention to themselves all it had to have was a nearly human appearance (and "nearly" was a very elastic concept) and had to have a hole in it; somewhat or somehow. Jack hadn't met any species without any kind of orifices so far but he figured that he'd hump anything either way, even if it was lacking the benefits of owning a penetrateable opening.
Jack hadn't told the Doctor but actually it wasn't as if everyone in the fifty-first century was like him, flirting with everything that had two legs (or even more) just to get a chance of getting between them. It was easy for him to make the Doctor believe it because the Doctor hadn't been to the fifty-first century till now.
Well, actually it was just him.
Jack.
He was perverted, he had a one-track mind. But he knew that the Doctor would try to change him, he knew that the Doctor wouldn't accept his promiscuity and sexual open mindedness if he'd find out that it was his personal attitude only.
Jack kissed the Doctor's neck.
But the Doctor never had to find out. It was fine the way it was. He mustn't know, Jack figured.
And this way it was much easier to talk him into having sex, because the Doctor thought it to be normal for him.
And furthermore Jack wanted the Doctor to become a bit more like him, concerning the perverted and horny parts of his personality. Well, he figured that whishing for a partner that wouldn't cry after a thirty minutes' penetration wasn't asking too much. The Doctor was tensed; he was always tensed when Jack tried to get inside of him. And uptight.
Jack smiled at the word 'tight' in 'uptight'. Well it definitely didn't take much to stimulate him.
Well, the Doctor was uptight, figuratively as well as literally.
But Jack figured that if Time Lords weren't made to have sexual intercourse, or if their bodies weren't adjusted to it, then you had to adjust them.
In other words he was working on loosening up the Doctor's tight hole by fingering him as often as possible.
The Doctor dug his nails into Jack's thighs as Jack pushed two fingers into the Doctor's cramped cavity and gasped for air.
"Oh you can take more than that" smirked Jack and moved his fingers inside of the Doctor. He was sick with excitement and anticipation.
"You're demanding too much from me" whispered the Doctor, leaving Jack no other opportunity but to moan aloud with pleasure.
"Are you saying this because you feel that you can't take any more and want me to spare you the pain of getting ruthlessly penetrated or are you saying this because you know that I'm getting so horny that I can hardly hold back just due to your dirty talk?" asked Jack while working on loosening up the Doctor.
The Doctor chuckled. He felt Jack's hot breath in his neck, it was still sensible in the steamy shower. Jack really had to be horny, the Doctor figured.
"Are you teasing me, Doctor?" asked Jack. He felt the increasing throbbing of his cock and he was becoming more and more twitchy every moment.
"Do you think that I can take any more?" whispered the Doctor "Do you think you could be okay with knowing that you've hurt me worse than anybody else?"
"You know my answer to that question," replied Jack and panted. One sure advantage of having sex in the shower was that you wouldn't have to wash yourself for hours because you've spent half of the last day with a sticky body down on a dirty and messy bed. Or, likewise, with two exhausted bodies on the sheets.
"And you know that I'll manage to make you scream and writhe in pain and beg for more just because you can't think of anything else apart from choking on my swollen cock and getting torn into half by it!" Jack added some fingers into the Doctor's tight hole and pushed them in deeper and deeper until he could hear the Doctor scream.
There was a brief moment of embarrassed silence until the Doctor had found his voice again.
"Try me" hissed the Doctor and looked over his shoulder, giving Jack the slinky stare he always gave him when he wanted him so badly.
"Oh, I'll try you in every way possible and probably some that aren't!"