[pre]porn w/o plot
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letterbladeOr canon reference. Or much of anything except throwing three characters in a room together and seeing what happens. No particular spoilers for Utopia/Sound of Drums other than a particular character's existence. I don't normally write outside of canon, but I needed to get this out of my system, as the last few eps have been killing me with the kinky subtext.
The Jack in my head is quite insistent that this whole mess going on between his Doctor and Mr. Spoiler is clearly one big screwy love-hate psycho-ex thing, and has set himself on getting them to shag-and-get-it-over-with-already. (And I write to indulge him due to random insomnia.) And being Jack, if throwing himself into said shagging will help either party...
...why is this character insisting upon first person? Aiiii! Haven't done in ages!
"Do whatever you want with me," this funny little immortal human had said, so solemn. "Either of you. Whatever you need. Long as you work it out."
"You can't just," the Doctor starts, mortified. "You can't just throw yourself out as a punching bag--"
"Whyever not?" I ask lightly, in unison with Jack.
"But he's..." My Doctor is glaring at me now, petulant as always, though I can see that sharp, angry edge to him that wasn't there before. Glaring at me in his shirtsleeves, tie and top button of his shirt undone from when I'd wanted to get my fingers at that expressive new throat, with his faithful Jack crouching, still dressed, at his feet.
"Wrong?" Jack asks dryly, with an edge. The Doctor's mistake not to take that pet in when he's begging at his door, even if he is human.
"What," I ask my Doctor, laughing, "that puts you off?"
He sputters. "Well--"
"Your little friend Rose--"
"Don't start," my Doctor says darkly, flare of anger in those adorable new eyes.
"Not on her," Jack says tautly.
"--your little friend Rose looked into the Vortex itself from her little human mind and wanted it to bring back her dead..." I cock my head to the side, look Jack up at down. "Boyfriend, I'm guessing?"
The boys grit teeth. I smile brightly in encouragement--well, of sorts--and pace towards them.
"So she reaches out," and I peer into my Doctor's face, "and rewrites every corner of time and space. Changes the fabric of the universe to include the statement that this man must live. That's what's itching back right corner of our brains," and I wave my fingers behind my ear, "every time we look at him. He is a brand spanking new universal constant! Certainly not one we learned in grade school."
"I know," my Doctor says grimly.
"I mean, there would have been better ways to do it--more efficient, more accurate, not the firehose solution. Probably even without the, ah," and I look down at Jack now with cheerful, entirely forced, sympathy, "unfortunate side effect." He's looking up at me with a sort of edgy burn I know so well from my Doctor. This close to giving himself over, hesitating out of fear or resentment or Time only knows what else. "But a human mind probably couldn't imagine them. So she rewrote the universe." I ruffle his hair, very sweet. "For you."
"But," says my Doctor, with a sort of pout he just has to be doing on purpose. "I don't like it when my brain itches."
"Ohhh, you don't get it yet, do you? He's a constant, he's a fact. He's an object," and I run my tongue over the corner of my mouth, "in space, immutable. We're Time Lords. We've mastered the universe with numbers, and even we can't change the constants. But..." I reach down, slide fingers through Jack's short hair, tug his head up, and his breath catches a little, which makes me look at him. Straight into wide blue eyes. "You can't fuck pi," I say, conversationally, and tighten my grip. "You can't make K and e scream and bleed."
I savor the look on that pretty face. That much closer to the edge. Oh, he'll be beautiful when he falls, when he's mine. And I look up at my Doctor, his face gone a little blank, eyes like space with all the stars out.
"Now you get it," I murmur, and tug Jack closer, onto his knees proper with his face against my thigh. Pet him like a dog, drum absentminded on his skull. He's keeping his arms at his sides, as if unsure whether to touch me, although I get the impression he'd like to. "Hands behind your back and keep them there," I tell him, offhanded, and a universal constant obeys me.
My Doctor just keeps looking at me, lower lip a bit slack with that look of surprise this regeneration has. His hands curl, unclench; he steps closer, wraps a hand slowly over the back of Jack's neck, and there's another catch in the human's breathing from that.
I lean over, kiss him so very lightly, with Jack burning warm with life up against my leg.
"Let's," I murmur, so close to his face that he must feel my breath warm on his skin, "command the universe, Time Lord."
The Jack in my head is quite insistent that this whole mess going on between his Doctor and Mr. Spoiler is clearly one big screwy love-hate psycho-ex thing, and has set himself on getting them to shag-and-get-it-over-with-already. (And I write to indulge him due to random insomnia.) And being Jack, if throwing himself into said shagging will help either party...
...why is this character insisting upon first person? Aiiii! Haven't done in ages!
"Do whatever you want with me," this funny little immortal human had said, so solemn. "Either of you. Whatever you need. Long as you work it out."
"You can't just," the Doctor starts, mortified. "You can't just throw yourself out as a punching bag--"
"Whyever not?" I ask lightly, in unison with Jack.
"But he's..." My Doctor is glaring at me now, petulant as always, though I can see that sharp, angry edge to him that wasn't there before. Glaring at me in his shirtsleeves, tie and top button of his shirt undone from when I'd wanted to get my fingers at that expressive new throat, with his faithful Jack crouching, still dressed, at his feet.
"Wrong?" Jack asks dryly, with an edge. The Doctor's mistake not to take that pet in when he's begging at his door, even if he is human.
"What," I ask my Doctor, laughing, "that puts you off?"
He sputters. "Well--"
"Your little friend Rose--"
"Don't start," my Doctor says darkly, flare of anger in those adorable new eyes.
"Not on her," Jack says tautly.
"--your little friend Rose looked into the Vortex itself from her little human mind and wanted it to bring back her dead..." I cock my head to the side, look Jack up at down. "Boyfriend, I'm guessing?"
The boys grit teeth. I smile brightly in encouragement--well, of sorts--and pace towards them.
"So she reaches out," and I peer into my Doctor's face, "and rewrites every corner of time and space. Changes the fabric of the universe to include the statement that this man must live. That's what's itching back right corner of our brains," and I wave my fingers behind my ear, "every time we look at him. He is a brand spanking new universal constant! Certainly not one we learned in grade school."
"I know," my Doctor says grimly.
"I mean, there would have been better ways to do it--more efficient, more accurate, not the firehose solution. Probably even without the, ah," and I look down at Jack now with cheerful, entirely forced, sympathy, "unfortunate side effect." He's looking up at me with a sort of edgy burn I know so well from my Doctor. This close to giving himself over, hesitating out of fear or resentment or Time only knows what else. "But a human mind probably couldn't imagine them. So she rewrote the universe." I ruffle his hair, very sweet. "For you."
"But," says my Doctor, with a sort of pout he just has to be doing on purpose. "I don't like it when my brain itches."
"Ohhh, you don't get it yet, do you? He's a constant, he's a fact. He's an object," and I run my tongue over the corner of my mouth, "in space, immutable. We're Time Lords. We've mastered the universe with numbers, and even we can't change the constants. But..." I reach down, slide fingers through Jack's short hair, tug his head up, and his breath catches a little, which makes me look at him. Straight into wide blue eyes. "You can't fuck pi," I say, conversationally, and tighten my grip. "You can't make K and e scream and bleed."
I savor the look on that pretty face. That much closer to the edge. Oh, he'll be beautiful when he falls, when he's mine. And I look up at my Doctor, his face gone a little blank, eyes like space with all the stars out.
"Now you get it," I murmur, and tug Jack closer, onto his knees proper with his face against my thigh. Pet him like a dog, drum absentminded on his skull. He's keeping his arms at his sides, as if unsure whether to touch me, although I get the impression he'd like to. "Hands behind your back and keep them there," I tell him, offhanded, and a universal constant obeys me.
My Doctor just keeps looking at me, lower lip a bit slack with that look of surprise this regeneration has. His hands curl, unclench; he steps closer, wraps a hand slowly over the back of Jack's neck, and there's another catch in the human's breathing from that.
I lean over, kiss him so very lightly, with Jack burning warm with life up against my leg.
"Let's," I murmur, so close to his face that he must feel my breath warm on his skin, "command the universe, Time Lord."
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Date: Jun. 24th, 2007 08:54 am (UTC)That was hardcore awesome. I love how the Master and the Doctor have totally opposite views on Jack's immortality. Where the Doctor goes "Wrong", the Master goes "Great!".
So very, very hot. I totally had a more insightful comment to make but I think all my thoughts evaporated due to the hotness.
I would love to read more of this!
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Date: Jun. 24th, 2007 03:15 pm (UTC)To be honest, though, I'm unlikely to write more, as what I wanted to say was expressed here (mostly, really, this was an excuse to use the phrase "you can't fuck pi"), but thank you so much for the interest and comments! And welcome and hello!
omg an object in space
Date: Jun. 24th, 2007 11:56 am (UTC)Re: omg an object in space
Date: Jun. 24th, 2007 03:18 pm (UTC)Ahem. Yesh. I seem to be spawning a wee little Simms!Master muse. XD
The really chilling bit--didn't make it into the text though--is that, as far as the Master's concerned, he's complimenting Jack. Much more interesting and respectable to be a Time Lord's pet or an object in space than a mere human. (While in the meantime Jack's getting off on the objectification and counting on the Doctor to protect his limits.)
Jack and the Master are both very glad to have their Doctor, in very different ways. :D
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Date: Jun. 24th, 2007 12:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Jun. 24th, 2007 03:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Jun. 24th, 2007 12:26 pm (UTC)My favourite line:
"But," says my Doctor, with a sort of pout he just has to be doing on purpose. "I don't like it when my brain itches."
Just so in character, and I can actually picture Tennant saying it (and pouting).
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Date: Jun. 24th, 2007 03:21 pm (UTC)Gleee! Thank you very much!
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Date: Jun. 24th, 2007 03:28 pm (UTC)You're so right about Jack. "I did it for you, as a tribute." Not only the line itself, but the way he looked at the Doctor as he said it. Wow.
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Date: Jun. 24th, 2007 03:36 pm (UTC)...augh. I LOVE RUSTY AND HIS GAY AGENDA.
And, yeah--and not just that, little moments like his "Yes, sir," after the Doctor tells him to back him up in getting the key round the Master's neck...when he said that to Nine, it registered as mostly joking, but now...
And the Doctor isn't helping in how he's acting towards Jack. Grabbing his wrist and yanking him over when he needs to check the time? Aiii. It's clear that he's very aware of Martha's feelings and is deliberately teasing her and stringing her along--I'm pretty sure he's doing the same to Jack. Somebody needs to smack some sense into him.
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Date: Jun. 25th, 2007 03:49 am (UTC)As much as my brain is being eaten by Doctor/Master, there's something really unbalanced and fascinating about the Ten/Jack relationship. By which I mean that Doctor/Master at least has some semblance of a power balance behind the D/s subtext, the power balance in the Ten/Jack relationship is rather firmly tilted in Ten's direction. There's something about Jack's absolute devotion (which always seems to have a self-abasement vibe to me) and obedience that's just so twisted and fascinating.
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Date: Jun. 26th, 2007 11:08 am (UTC)And that power imbalance is also new to this version of the Doctor and this point in Jack's life--because I think it comes from both of them. Jack's had more than a century in exile clinging to his devotion to the Doctor as the only thing keeping him going; and Ten has a sadistic and manipulative streak that never showed in Nine, plus he's still getting over Rose, and the way he handles loss seems to be by being an asshole.
(Sorry for slow comment reply; very rarely home with LJ time these days.)
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Date: Jun. 26th, 2007 11:17 am (UTC)Word on the Ten/Jack dynamic - they've both changed, and that's made their relationship even more twisted than it was before. Win!
(No problem! I really enjoy discussing meta with you. ♥)
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Date: Aug. 17th, 2009 07:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Jun. 24th, 2007 10:22 pm (UTC)Also, I have never read a Sherlock Holmes novel that contained Professor Moriarty (sp?), so I have no background with which to compare him other than the Sherlock Holmes episode of Star Trek: TNG. (Because The Master was supposed to be a similar foil to the doctor, apparently.
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Date: Jun. 26th, 2007 11:01 am (UTC)The Master, from what I've seen of him, is pretty much the Doctor's shadow, a trickster on a cosmic and often fatal scale, and with more than a bit of a control complex, as you might guess from his name. The current regeneration of the Master, John Simms, is...very, very fun. As silly and manic and cheerful as the current regeneration of the Doctor, but equally cruel and ruthless. The latest episode was terrific--and it doesn't help that everybody from the writer to the actors is hamming up the slashiness, because this is Rusty and his gay agenda.
But really, this fic was just an excuse to use the phrase 'you can't fuck pi' in conversation. :P
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Date: Jun. 26th, 2007 11:15 am (UTC)Also, I generally consider everyone to be a bad person for one reason or another. For example, at my college, the dining commons closed at 6pm. If you wanted to eat dinner at 6:30 or 7:00, then you were obviously a bad person.
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Date: Jun. 25th, 2007 12:56 am (UTC)Holy GOD.
*is puddle* That--holy F**K.
I will keep invoking holy things for a while.
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Date: Jun. 26th, 2007 11:04 am (UTC)Because, as my girlfriend said, if the Master could bend over pi and fuck it, he so would. He's so fun when he goes on power trips!
*does the Amanuensis liked her fic dance*
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Date: Jun. 25th, 2007 09:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Jun. 26th, 2007 11:02 am (UTC)misbehaveplease.