The Doctor panted heavily as Jack's impatient hands started stroking his chest.
"You bloody human beings from the fifty-first century," spat the Doctor as he slipped out of Jack's hands and tumbled down onto the floor. Jack jumped from his seat and tried to help the Doctor back onto his feet; but something made him change his mind.
It was either the sight of the Doctor an all fours right in front of him or his constant horniness.
And Jack wouldn't bother deciding what it was; he preferred feeling his fingers inside of the Doctor.
So instead of helping the Doctor getting into an upright position he decided on pushing him back onto his hands as soon as the Doctor had lifted his head.
He found the Doctor not offering any kind of resistance; and he had to admit that it surprised him.
Usually he would have received a "Stop it Jack!" or a "Jack, you're an idiot!" at this point at the latest. But he didn't.
And the Doctor didn't seem to mind him reaching for his waist and burying his fingers in the fabric of the Doctor's...
Jack grabbed the Doctor by the neck, his fingers gliding through his hair until he'd maintained a firm grip on the Doctor's head. He pulled his head up by his hair and to his surprise received a lust driven snarl from the Doctor.
Though all Jack wanted right now was to push himself ruthlessly into the Doctor he paused and gasped for air. Something had to be done first.
Jack untied the bows that kept the Doctor's apron from falling right off his body.
The Doctor grabbed Jack's hands and pulled them away from the strings as he was still clumsily fiddling with the ribbons.
"Oh no," groaned Jack above the Doctor and wrapped both hands around the Doctor's neck as a warning gesture, signalizing that he wouldn't surcease from choking the Doctor if he needed to,
"That damn apron has to go! I'm not gonna fuck you while you're wearing this."
"I thought a human being from the fifty-first century can't be turned off," spat the Doctor at him and elevated his hips while he moved backward, teasingly pushing his rump against Jack.
Jack released his grip on the Doctor's neck and collapsed on top of him
Only with pain and misery succeeded the Doctor in supporting his own and Jack's back as he rested on top of him; obviously he tried to get him down on the floor.
But the Doctor preferred remaining on all fours, so that Jack wouldn't be forced to see his bulged abdomen.
And he'd definitely notice it; he'd only been lucky till now that Jack hadn't caught a glimpse of it. And he wouldn't put his luck to test.
"I thought you primitive beings liked challenges," hissed the Doctor as he felt Jack dry humping his back, "Don't you think you can keep your stiffy when I'm wearing the apron?"
"You've got a point there, Doctor," panted Jack and buried his fingers again in the Doctor's hair, "I'll screw you anyway."
There was a short struggle while clothes unfolded, got stripped off bodies or were simply torn to pieces; piles of books collapsed and leaves dispersed all over the floor as the entwined bodies tossed around in the room.
Eventually their struggle came to an end; Jack was still on top of the Doctor who was stark naked – except for the apron.
Jack had gotten undressed as well and panted heavily as he managed to press the Doctor's chest against the floor and watch his rear end elevating nearly simultaneously.
The Doctor's hands were pressed against the cold floor as his forehead got shoved against it as well.
Both of them gasped for air, moaning, snarling and spitting.
Each of them was waiting and observing for who'd dare to make the first move.
It isn't even worth mentioning that Jack made the first step and pushed himself into the Doctor, his sudden intrusion only facilitated by the pre-cum he was oozing constantly.
The Doctor snarled at Jack, helplessly trying to get him off his back as he succeeded in penetrating him fast as well as unusually deep.
Jack's impassioned thrusts hurt, causing the Doctor to alternate between moaning in pleasure and growling furiously.
Due to the last day's events Jack was still feeling stiff and aching.
Well, it has to be mentioned that the phrase obtained a negative connotation during the fifty-first century (and you really shouldn't wonder why...)
And he knew that he was playing rough with the Doctor.
And somehow he had to admit that he liked hearing him whimpering and snarling underneath him.
But after all he had to admit that he did this for the Doctor.
He wasn't just using his opportunity and taking advantage of him – the Doctor would have told him if he didn't like what he was currently doing and how unbridled and feral he was doing it.
The Doctor had never withheld his thoughts so far.
And Jack had the feeling that the Doctor liked being roughly poked.
Jack elicited unearthly howls and noises from the Time Lord underneath him as he picked up the pace; the Doctor's beckoning sounds became louder and louder and Jack felt the skinny body beneath him twitching and wincing as he forced his swollen limb deeper into the warming tightness.
The Doctor moaned unsatisfied and Jack felt him pushing back against him.
He wanted him deeper. He needed him deeper.
He wanted to be forcefully used and abused by Jack.
And if Jack wouldn't please him for good he'd claim his satisfaction elsewhere.
Jack didn't know where those thoughts had come from. He couldn't recall how he'd been able to hear the Doctor's words or know what he was thinking right now.
As if some sort of unseen bond had emerged... as if something was connecting their thoughts... pulling them closer... gluing them together...
Jack knew that the Doctor was smiling.
He felt him smiling viciously underneath him as his thrusts became more and more expectant.
Jack heard the Doctor's voice pleading and whining inside of his head; he heard him demanding his climax from him.
He was mocking him. He was teasing him.
He demonstrated that he possessed the playfulness of an uncontent child.
A child that knew what it wanted... as well as how it would obtain it.
"You're always doing this, Jack."
Jack heard the Doctor's voice inside of his head.
"Always so selfish. Only thinking about yourself.
Never caring about my sex drives. Never pleasing me. Never satisfying my bodily needs.
Oh, I could squirt, Jack. You really could make me come.
Oh, don't you want to see me cumming? I so would like to ejaculate all over you..."
Otherwise the Doctor's voice inside of Jack's skull would have freaked him out; but now it was only spurring him on.
Jack couldn't restrain his overwhelming urges any longer and pulled out of the Doctor before spilling himself across the Doctor's tempting derriere.
The Doctor was still panting heavily as Jack took a deep breath and grabbed the Doctor by his shoulders, pulling him around and forcing him on top of him.
Jack was leaning back as he reached for the Doctor's todger while the Doctor stared at him irritated.
"You want to do it, then do it," commanded Jack and pleased the Doctor's limb in his hands.
The Doctor snarled and moaned hotly before he pressed his palms against Jack's collarbones and forced him onto the ground.
The Doctor was on top of Jack, yelping, panting and groaning while flared up skin moved against burnt out meat.
He bit down on Jack's neck, burying his teeth in the glowing and beloved flesh, gasping for air between every bite, marking his way on Jack's shoulders and neck as his thrusts became more impatient.
Jack felt the Doctor's todger pushing against his stomach and thighs before the Doctor held his breath and came; spraying the hot drops that leaked from his todger all over Jack's sweat-covered body; whispering sweet and pleasure driven words; losing his grip on both reality and Jack and tumbling onto his dear friend's chest.
Both figures struggled for air and wheezed continuously as the ardour escaped their bodies and eventually they found themselves staring into a beloved pair of eyes.
One of them a piercing sky-blue.
The other one a warming hazel.
Any yet both of them seemed to meld.
The Doctor was beginning to feel chilly but instead of letting him grab his clothes Jack wrapped his arms around him and pulled him closer, chest against chest.
The Doctor breathed uneasily as he noticed that Jack's facial expression had changed there for a moment.
Still, Jack was smiling.
"Gained weight?" asked Jack and smirked.
The Doctor saw small glistening flashes disturbing Jack's peaceful eyes.
"I guess so," replied the Doctor and shifted uneasily on top of him.
"I don't mind," reassured Jack the Doctor, "I really don't. You've always been a bit on the skinny side. I always wondered when you were going to change that."
The Doctor shivered.
He pushed Jack's hands aside firmly before he rolled onto his stomach on the floor and got to his feet.
"Jack, I'm really cold."
The Doctor had to justify his actions as Jack gave him a disbelieving glare.
The Doctor grabbed his clothes wordlessly and disappeared behind a couple of giant piles of books.
"Well, I shouldn't wonder that you're so skinny," teased Jack and stretched before searching for his clothes.
"With having nothing to eat but the food you've cooked I'd be as skinny as you are in no time."
Jack chuckled quietly as he pulled his shirt over head.
The first thing that came into view was a Doctor with his arms folded in front of his chest.
But that wouldn't stop Jack from smirking.
"Anyway, what does the stitching on your apron actually mean?"
The Doctor waved his arms and shook his head.
"Alright, alright, if you want to know I'll let you decipher it," mumbled the Doctor and skimmed through the books piles before snatching a manuscript and a ponderous tome from the centre of a pile, causing it to collapse in an instant.
The Doctor threw the book at Jack's feet.
Jack knelt down and thumbed through the book; the Doctor knelt down and sighed again.
"The apron's really driving you mad, isn't it?" wheezed the Doctor.
"It's like this, Jack: You start with that circle, then you move over there, then that ones, yes that one with the dot is the next..."
The Doctor pointed at the complex stitching while Jack tried to follow him.
"Wait, is that another syllable?"
"No, Jack, that's just an ending. Now, if you skip through the book onto page 327... that's the chapter with the two circles that look like both of them have been very sick for too long... yes, and down there, and on the next page you'll find the infinite verb forms... and if you... yes, that's that..."
Jack stared at the Doctor after trying to put the word's he'd just read together in his mind.
Even a Gallifreyan dictionary with English explanations seems to be too much for the human brain, thought the Doctor as Jack's mind grinded out the meaning.
Jack gave the Doctor a disbelieving glare.
"Really?"
The Doctor nodded.
"No that's...but Doctor... 'Kiss the cook'?"
The Doctor sighed and snatched the book from Jack's hands.
"Your folks got that saying too?" wondered Jack.
"We invented it," corrected the Doctor.
Jack nodded and added sarcastically:
"A clear and definite sign for a superior life form."
The Doctor watched Jack as he disappeared into the depths of Torchwood's subbasement.
He was a bit embarrassed that Jack wouldn't stop waving at him; and he sure hoped that none of the other morons of Torchwood would record this.
He closed the door and sighed quietly as he approached the settee in the centre of the Tardis.
Absent minded he stared at the ring.
That was life.
Up and down. Dark and light. Not yours to chose, not your decision on what side to join.
Just alternating between two extremes.
That was life like it was supposed to be.
Darkest hours following the brighter ones...
He closed his eyes and touched the ring. The sleek metal made him feel incredible.
"Am I allowed to keep it?" he asked into the darkening space behind him.
He'd felt them approaching.
He'd never been alone.
He'd never been alone again.
He knew that they were always by his side.
An indefinite nod from a dark figure he could make out from the corner of his eyes was all he'd receive.
"It won't be long."
The dark and depressing voice echoed in the Doctor's skull.
"Not long before what?" he asked uncertainly and felt his fingers closing around the ring.
"Not long before it's time."
"Time," repeated the Doctor and spat as he opened his eyes to narrow them at the shadow in the room. He'd turned around in an instant.
"You mean time for you to cut the unborn bastard out."
"Time for you to give birth to it."
The cold words hurt. And the Doctor frowned as he repeated bitterly:
"Birth?"
"Who are we to interfere with The Unwritten Laws of Gallifrey?"
The Doctor's eyes snapped open.
"Don't you dare talk to me about that! Don't you dare defile my ancestor's rites and traditions!"
"And who are you to interfere with The Unwritten Laws of Gallifrey?" snapped the voice with unlimited depths in it.
"That's not a child of Gallifrey," replied the Doctor and clenched his fists, "And don't you dare to talk to me like that ever again! I may be your little toy, your laboratory animal or whatever you see in me but I am the last of Gallifrey's children! And if you want the damn brat then cut it out yourself!"
The Doctor panted heavily as he felt another kick from within.
He better not be forced to induce the brat's start of life, he thought, otherwise the thing wouldn't find time to enjoy its short life and painful death.
"The time will come," stated the dark figure firmly, "Needs must."
"Why don't you drive me into the arms of Morpheus already?" asked the Doctor wearily and stared at the shadow with tired eyes, "Why don't you stop talking and push me into the never ending darkness of pain and destruction?"
The light was fading slowly and the shadows seemed to embrace the Doctor.
"I'm the last child of Gallifrey," whispered the Doctor tiredly "I'm the last."
"A child of Gallifrey must be born properly," echoed the reply in the Doctor's hurting skull.
"When the time has come."
Author's Note: Dark times are ahead and soon the Doctor will be close to the edge...
Nevertheless I'd like to take the opportunity to thank my dear readers for the follows/favourites and comments.
And by the way: I just added another story in-progress to my profile called "Beyond Imagination" which includes not only absurd scene but also explains the Baublee papal's occurrence.