004: New Feathers

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So, this is a usual thing, then? New people... "New Feathers" I've heard you all say, arriving every month. Well, I guess it was me last time, so if any of you new arrivals need anything, just ask. I'm Captain Jack Harkness, and it'll be great to meet all of you.

[Private to the Doctor]
I've got a surprise for you.

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[...And the blender is going to go next to the toaster, which he will also use the screwdriver to help create in some peculiar not-quite-electrical sort of way. As you never know, you may want something toasted to go along with your smoothie or fruity alcoholic concoction. There will be so many things he can do once he has the screwdriver: he can put up cabinets, and unlock things, and- whoa! Hold up! Wait a tick! Alarm bells going off! Screwdriver plans will have to wait as he is starting to feel the beginning stages of being de-clothed and now the flight reflex would like a say in this. The flight reflex, while perfectly okay with the kissing business helping with the sublimation, is not so inclined to want to get naked. At least not yet. He was so busy thinking about his beloved Sonic Screwdriver that the sudden sensation of his shirt coming undone startled him.]

Oi-Jack, hold on just a...

[The Doctor grabs his hands and attempts to keep them pinned at his sides. Though he doesn't exactly start buttoning up his shirt. Instead, he brushes his lips against his jaw and trails kisses up along Jack's neck to his ear. He lightly grazes his teeth against his earlobe, murmuring softly as he does so. Despite not being human, he's not exactly completely immune to those certain pheromones either. Especially not when he's in such close proximity for an extended period of time. It's almost like catnip in a way. But despite the fact he likes what is going on, the strong sensible part of him is telling him to take everything slow. To pace it. So he does. He keeps nibbling lightly on his ear, alternating between kissing his neck as well- still as determined as he can be to keep Jack from touching him, however. No, he'd much rather focus on giving Jack attention first. As he does quite like making people happy, and now he feels a little bad for going off into this amazing fantasy land where he has his Sonic Screwdriver and can do so many things with it- and other such things - wait, no, he will not let his mind go there as that is not where his mind belongs at all... So yes, pacing it and focusing on Jack have become his main prerogative.]

There's no need to rush into it, hm?

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Should've seen that coming... [Jack's thoughts are rueful as he finds his hands pushed away.] At least he's not running away from me. Yet.

No need, right. But... mmm, Doctor... [He tilts his head to the side, gasping softly as the Doctor's lips find his ear again, his hands clutching at thin air. He wants... he needs to touch him, to feel him, to reassure himself that it's all right to be here like this with the Doctor, that it's not just some fleeting thing.]

I wanna touch you. Please?

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[Those little noises and the bit of squirming are rather nice. They also prove to be slightly distracting. Like he is with anything else, the Doctor tries his best to carefully plot out each move he makes ahead of time - weighing out all possible solutions against each other until he chooses one that seems most likely to work given current circumstances. He knows that especially now, everything he says and does will have consequences of some sort in the end. However, he did willingly agree on this, and such thoughts did surface in the back of his consciousness. He's by no means innocent or naive; but in the depths of a mind as vast as his, such thoughts and ideas don't crop up all that often. There's never been much of a need for it. Now he has to tread carefully or else risk giving off the wrong messages. He really, really wants to make Jack happy; but at the same time he knows he can't let his guard down and blindly rush into things. If only Jack knew what he was stirring within him, deep inside- but he can't. He mustn't. Not just yet. Those stirrings needed to be kept to himself at the moment.]

Jack...

[He finds a rather nice spot on his neck and bites it gently. Somewhat idly, he kisses and licks at it as he hums in thought, thinking about what he should do. His hands release their grasp for the time being to feel up along his sides, torso, and back. He feels around his wings and has to work really hard to suppress the urge to study them for scientific merit. Now is not the time to be coming up with escape strategies again or figuring this place out. This is the time for him to, well, ravish him like the oncoming storm he had once been known as. His hands come to a rest across his chest, fingers splayed across his pectorals. A thought crosses his mind, his lips curling into a smirk against his neck. One hand comes up to tug his shirt collar aside so he can slowly, deliberately, lick along his collarbone. After accenting that with a rather gentle bite, he kisses back up to his ear and flicks his tongue against the shell of it. He murmurs softly, though the tone itself is rather firm:]

On the bed with you.

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[Jack moans as the Doctor's mouth works over his neck, ear, collarbone, tilting his head back, feeling lightheaded as all of his blood seems to rush south. Once released, his hands come up to grip the Doctor's waist, pulling him closer as he fights the urge to rock against him. His wings flutter involuntarily as the Doctor's hands move close, surprisingly sensitive to touch as well.]

Knew he had an oral fixation but damn...

[Caught up in the moment, he barely registers the Doctor's command past the feeling of his cool tongue against his ear. God. Finally, he opens his eyes and smiles at the Doctor, reluctantly pulling away.]

Will you be joining me there?

[Despite his words, he obediently moves to the bed and sits down, leaning back to brace his hands on the bed. His eyebrows raise in invitation as he watches the Doctor from across the room. He wants to feel those hands, those lips, that tongue on him again, but he won't rush the Doctor, despite the way his body is already humming with arousal. He can barely remember a time when he felt this turned on just from a kiss, and they haven't even got their clothes off yet...]

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[He doesn't immediately follow Jack. Before he does that- he stretches the ligaments in his hands, rolling his shoulders back, and popping the stiff joints in his neck. His shirt falls open more so, revealing almost teasing glimpses of his chest and stomach. As he stretches, his wings twitch slightly, the only noticeable indicator that he was still nervous and not a hundred percent sure what he was doing. The Doctor stands there a moment studying Jack, surveying him with a flicker of his eyes. He runs his fingers through his hair and rubs the back of his neck, surprised to find that he's starting to sweat a little. Nerves still... or something else? Hands on his hips, he strides over to Jack, continuing to observe him. Without a word, he breaks out into a mischievous grin, arching a brow at him.]

I reckon it's my turn to try ah- demonstrating something, Captain...

[His eyes flicker darkly for a moment, his pupils dilated for the most fleeting instant. One of the few subtle indicators that while alien, he's not a robot and is certainly also affected by all this to some extent. He's just got a lot of self control and willpower to not let it show. The Doctor gives Jack an almost predatory look before grabbing him none too gently and pushing him back on the bed. Panther-like, he crawls up his body, straddling and arching over him. A ragged breath escapes his lips as he dives back down to bite at his neck, nails scraping against his chest as he paws at his shirt. His hips wiggle just a little while he kisses and licks along his jaw down to his collar. A hand finds its way up under his shirt and lightly traces patterns across his abdomen. Ancient Gallifreyan scripture as if he's invisibly marking Jack with his fingertips. He nibbles and sucks on his earlobe, letting out a low almost desperate noise that's a mixture of a groan and breathy whine. There's no denying those pheromones are definitely doing something.]

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[Jack almost forgets to breathe as he watches the Doctor moving and stretching in front of him, those brief glimpses of skin tantalizing and arousing him more than he thought possible. Isn't he supposed to be the one doing the seducing here?]

[...not that he minds. At all.]

Demonstrate away, Doctor.

[He thinks he's died and gone to whatever heaven he might deserve as the Doctor crawls over him, something predatory and lustful in his gaze. Leaning back against the pillows, he manages to fold his wings behind him so they wouldn't be crushed... not that he cares at this point. He rests his hands on the Doctor's hips, urging him closer as his head falls back, allowing the Doctor better access to his neck. His heart is beating so fast and loud, he's sure the Doctor can hear it.]

Doctor... ahh...

[His voice is a breathy moan as cool fingertips play over his stomach, causing his muscles to twitch and jerk toward the touch. One hand grips the Doctor's hip tightly while the other roams back to his chest, again attempting to pop open the buttons on his shirt. He wants, needs to feel the Doctor against him, more than just these fleeting touches, and he tugs on the Doctor's hip, urging him down more fully. His own hips rock up impatiently, his trousers feeling too confining, and he hopes the Doctor realizes soon just what he's doing to him.]

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[im_brilliant]

[Self-consciousness now for the most part completely out the window, he's decided to allow Jack to unbutton his shirt all the way. He stops touching Jack just long enough to shrug it off and let it fall behind him. Without the constriction of the fabric it would allow him more fluid movements to display his flexibility, anyway. The noises coming out of Jack and his movements as well as reactions are playing a major part as to why he's continuing. It's so heated, and feral, and so human. Humans had little keeping them from acting upon attraction and being affectionate,and heck, even going so far as doing the mating dance. Few species could do the same.His own required a lot more coercing, and to others would seem unbearably slow. Though from being around humans - namely human females - he'd picked up better mannerisms through osmosis. Namely he's far more able to act upon such urges than he was before. But even still, the idea of doing more than just kissing and touching him is a bit unsettling. It seems a little too fast. He'd never really gone that far with a human before. Always too preoccupied, never really thought about it, or just wasn't interested in the first place. Heat was starting to coil deep inside, the primal instincts -long since subdued by his ancestors, given their incredible lifespans- were starting to come into play. He considers all the possibilities this might mean.]

Mmh... Jack.

[Hearing Jack's moans only served as a reminder of how much he admired humans sometimes. They never had to think so much: just act, just do. Yet he could barely go a couple minutes through this without a billion thoughts racing through his mind. He desperately wishes he could just let everything go, stop thinking, and just give in. But he has to hold back- he's scared. He's a completely different species and there's no telling what he might do if he were to cave into a more primal nature. He wants to blame the pheromones for his attraction since they're not gender-specific but he knows he can't. He remembers his previous self had no qualms with the banter and countering Jack's flirtations. There had always been a chance, a possibility. But that was before everything else. The reasons why his mind had to go into overdrive subduing all those other instincts. The Doctor isn't sure how much longer he could keep his up. There was only so much more he could sublimate into this before he either caved into those stirrings completely and lose most of his rational thought, or the flight reflex will kick in hard and he'd just run. Unfortunately, his body is such a cosmic mess of emotions, sensations, and chemicals that he isn't sure which way it's going to go.]

You taste really good, did you know that?

[He muses this in a low yet pleased tone against his neck, which he is continuing to kiss, lick, and bite with a great deal of fervor. Between assaulting his neck and ear with his tongue, teeth, and lips, he occasionally slips a few kisses to his mouth as well. If he sees any marks around there later he's going to be incredibly embarrassed with himself. Not that he can help it as he was being perfectly honest. Jack does taste good; he almost can't get enough of it. His wings twitch contentedly as the Doctor runs one hand up and down along the back of Jack's thigh. Though he's careful to avoid touching a certain area he can already feel getting rather heated. Occasionally, he stumbles a little, brushing their pelvises together to give him enough of an idea exactly what's going on down there. He's half tempted to just let his hips fall and allow Jack to grind wildly against him, only he's not sure what that will do to his mental state. He's desperate to keep composed and in control of this. As slowly the heat is pooling within him, making every attempt to block his better judgment. But he's not a hundred years old anymore, and knows far better than to let that take over. ]

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[...But that doesn't keep him from at least every so often feeling up along Jack's leg, hip and side. Finally, he pushes his shirt up so he can lick and bite along his chest and down his stomach. He hums softly as he does so, one hand bracing him on the bed, the other feeling along Jack's ribcage. He can hear and feel his heartbeats, almost as fast as his own, and it's oddly soothing in a way.]

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[Jack isn't used to being this passive in these sorts of encounters, but he's willing to let the Doctor do whatever he wants with him. He doesn't know how long he'll be able to control himself, though, especially with the way the Doctor is ...ah!... sucking on the pulse point just beneath his ear ...ohh... kissing him deeply ...ohgod... and running his hands over his hip and thigh and avoiding where Jack wants him so much to touch.]

You're a tease, did you know that?

[He's laughing with that, but his hands and kisses are greedy, becoming increasingly desperate as all rational thought flees his mind. Jack has never been one for much thought, more apt at doing things, and if he knew everything that was running through the Doctor's mind, he would probably tell him to stop thinking and just get on with it already.]

[As the Doctor's hands push his shirt up, Jack sits up a bit, tugging the garment off completely. He's content to let the Doctor kiss and lick at his chest and stomach for a moment, but as the other man travels lower, he finds his control slipping. Finally, he can't take it any longer, and grabs the Doctor's shoulders to pull him up into a harsh, needy kiss.]

My turn.

[With a smirk, he surges forward, rolling the Doctor to the side and under him, taking care not to crush his wings. Settling between his legs, he looks down at him with both affection and lust in his eyes, pupils dark with arousal. Watching the Doctor's reactions closely, he slowly and deliberately grinds his hips down against him, a low gasp of pleasure and relief falling from his lips.]

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That's a new one, I suppose. [Chuckles softly, affectionately.]

[The Doctor was finally starting to really get into what he was doing until Jack decided to turn the tables. Not that he objected so much as it took him by surprise. At this angle now, he could only keep so much control. Fortunately, his wings were smart enough to tuck behind him- there was still a lot of getting used to with those things. He was concerned, though, with the fact that now he was letting Jack take over somewhat, just how long his composure will remain before he breaks. As it's getting much, much harder to think with all this moaning and touching, and all this delicious skin he's been allowed to taste. ]

Jack... please...

[He moans softly, not even really knowing what he's asking for, as Jack grinds down against him. Panting softly, the Doctor sits up enough to capture his lips in a searing kiss. His hands come up to grip at his waist. He lifts his hips, rubbing their pelvises together slightly. A low, almost needy whine escapes his lips as he does so. He's starting to shake, to tremble, squirming a little beneath the man above him. The sublimation is starting to wear thin, and he's losing control. His instincts are coming into play, only resulting in making him practically claw at Jack to hold onto him tighter at the moment.]

Mm... Jack? How long have you ah... wanted this?

[It's an honest question, though it's hard to form coherently between the panting and heated moans escaping him. He's wondered if it was just this regeneration that sparked it or if by chance it was from before. As much as he didn't like his own previous self, he hoped at least Jack didn't only like him for his new body. Or else he'd just feel worse about, well... everything.]

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Please...? [Jack presses closer to the Doctor, urged on by his movements and pleas, now taking his own time to explore the Time Lord's body with his hands and mouth. His fingers brush lightly, almost reverently over the Doctor's chest and stomach, trailing up and down, pausing to circle and tweak his nipples each in turn. He slides down the bed a bit, mouth following the trail of his fingertips, his hand now roaming over the Doctor's hip and thigh as his lips fasten on the ridge of the Doctor's collarbone. He closes his eyes, focusing on the feeling and taste of the man's cooler skin underneath his hands and mouth, memorizing every moment, sure that he'll never forget it in his very long life.]

[At the question, he raises his head, focusing on the Doctor's dark brown eyes.]

Ever since I first saw you, Doctor. [His voice is honest and sincere, and he reaches up to touch his face lightly.] Ever since I traveled with you... [His thumb brushes over the Doctor's lips as his hand trails down, touching his jaw, his throat, his shoulder. Jack's lips find the Doctor's chest again, planting small kisses between words.]

Every day as I waited for you on Earth... Every moment that I've ever spent with you...

[He's slowly working his way lower, fingertips running along the waistband of the Doctor's trousers before palming lightly over the hardening bulge straining the front of the material.]

I've wanted this for so long, I can hardly remember a time when I didn't. [Sliding low on the bed, he kisses the Doctor's stomach, just above the line of his trousers, then looks up to meet his eyes as his fingers begin to work the fastening open.]

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[As Jack set about ravishing him, the Doctor arches his back, gasping and groaning quietly. He runs his fingers through Jack's hair, shivering as his mouth works over his torso. His hips thrust up on their own accord, his other hand grabbing at Jack's waist. He pants softly, looking up into Jack's clear blue eyes and listens to what he's being told. While it wasn't what he initially feared, it also wasn't something he wanted to hear. Especially not now. There is just no way he could let this go on in this manner, knowing to the extent of which Jack had been feeling. He doesn't want this to be something they both regretted, and he knows that if he were to just lay back and let them ravish each other like hurricanes, that the consequences wouldn't be very good. There is still too much emotional baggage to sort through.]

Jack... I...

[He takes Jack's face in one hand, brushing his cheek with his thumb. Last time he'd heard words so sweet, had gone to bed with someone....had been with his wife. On Gallifrey. Long before the Time War when he felt it was time to settle down. But that was long since gone. She and the rest of the family they had were lost forever more. All he had left were his feelings and memories, growing distant by the day as new ones come in to try to take their place. He's trembling now. There's no way he can do this. Jack's fantastic, perhaps even too much for him. His hearts are pounding in his chest and he's shaking; eyes wide with deep, ancient fears.]

Stop, please. Just... stop.

[As Jack works at the fastenings of his trousers, the Doctor reaches down to take his hands and jerk them away. He scrambles off the bed and grabs his shirt. Panting heavily, he stalks towards the door but then stops, bracing himself against the doorframe. He can't bring himself to look back at Jack over his shoulder.]

I can't. I just... can't. Can't do this. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

[And then he slinks out of the room with the intent of going out the front door back out into the rain.]

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Wha-? [Jack sits back, utterly shocked as the Doctor pushes him away.]

Doctor...! [He's not sure whether to be angry, upset, or hurt, and sits stunned for a moment.]

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He was the one who... why is he...?

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