Untitled Torchwood Fanfic
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Author: Dru
Rating: Mature Audiences/Adults Only
Characters, Pairing: Jack/Owen
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all it's characters belongs to the BBC
Summary: Jack has a plan to help Owen with his little death problem. A very sexy plan.
WARNINGS/Authors Note: Necrophilia and Magic!Healing!Sex! Jack and Dead!Owen get it on. Contains far more plot then I was planing on, but dammit the muses refused to get right to the sex, without some angsting and talking first.
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Jack leaned against the railing watching Owen move around the autopsy bay. As always lately, since Owen had started working again, he very rarely went home anymore. What was the point? He couldn't sleep, shag, or drink, so he might as well stay and get some work done.
Jack wasn't sure whether to be happy, or scared that for the first time since he'd hired Owen, he was always at work early, stayed late, and all his paperwork was done. He'd even caught Owen doing other people's paperwork in moments of desperation for something to do. ...well ok maybe if Owen would do his paperwork it wouldn't be so bad, but for now he was settling on being worried.
"So...have I ever told you I have a medical fetish?" Jack asked casually, as he strolled down the steps and picked up a interesting looking piece of medical equipment.
Owen promptly took it away from him smirking. "You have every fetish, Harkness. What do ya want?"
Jack watched Owen continue to put things away in drawers. "I'm...worried about you. How are dealing with all this?"
"Oh just fantastic! It's a laugh a minute! Laying still, not breathing, in parks to scare people when they try to check on me, staring at Tosh's head making her think I'm gonna eat her brain, cracking necrophilia jokes at Ianto and Gwen, the fun never stops!" Owen kicked the wall and spun to face Jack, a snarl curling his lip. "How do you think I'm doing Jack?! I'm dead! DEAD! I can see, I can think, I can talk but I can't feel anything. I'm numb." Owen stared into space, somewhere over Jack's shoulder. "I'm here, but I'm not. Can't watch porn, there's no point, can't go out to the pub and get drunk, can't go to a club and grab a quick shag. Bloody Torchwood who killed me, is all I have left." Owen slumped against the autopsy table, his bandaged hand rubbing lightly over the cool metal.
"Oh Owen..." Jack reached out and caught Owen's hand in his own. Owen's cool, dry skin contrasting with his warm, living skin. He gently, somewhere in the back of his mind chanting 'Fragile! Fragile! Handle With Care!', pulled Owen's hand closer, running his fingers over cool skin. Noting the differences from holding the hand of a living person. Noting the absence of the feel of blood rushing though veins and arteries, all of those little things you take for granted in day to day physical contact. "You can't- you can't feel anything? Can't tell I'm touching you?"
Owen shrugged, watching Jack fondle his hand almost disinterestedly. "Can feel pressure a bit. Enough to take a pulse at least, so I can still do my job, if that's what you're worried about. Can't feel heat, cold," he gave the bandage wrapped around his hand a bitter smirk. "sharp, pain. Where are you going with this Jack? Gonna try to show me I can feel more then Martha poked and prodded out of me with all her tests?"
"Just curious."
"Didn't read Martha's report at all did you?"
"You know me and paperwork. I trusted Martha to actually tell me face to face if she thought you were going to eat all our brains the moment our back's were turned."
"Oh like I would eat yours. Barely a snacks worth."
Jack grinned, then slowly moved a hand up, lightly running it over the back of Owen's neck, thumb brushing over where he should be feeling a rapid pulse in Owen's throat, telling him he was turning Owen on. He looked Owen in the eye for a moment, then pulled him in, kissing him lightly at first, then deepening, pulling Owen's smaller frame against his larger body.
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Owen didn't react at first, just stood there while Jack pulled him close, kissing him. After a few long seconds he started to kiss back, pressing his good hand against Jack's chest, not pushing away, just feeling. Feeling the flutter of Jack's heart speeding up under his hand. Pretending he could feel warm skin, remembering the way kissing used to feel. A hot, willing mouth against his, those little moaning sounds, hands drifting all over as things got hotter....
It took a minute before he realized he was actually feeling something. Little warm electric shocks running across his dead nerves. He pulled back from Jack with a gasp. "What the fuck was that?!" He rasped out, sounding out of breath.
Jack licked his lips, eying Owen speculatively. "You felt something?"
"Yes! How is that possible?!"
"I- uh I wasn't sure it would work... You know- You know I'm not like regular people, right? I can, sometimes, transfer some of what makes me wro- makes me...different, to someone else. It doesn't always work." Jack closed his eyes for a moment. "I've been on a lot of battle fields since this happened to me. I've lost a lot of people I lo- I cared about. Sometimes, once in a while I can save someone. It worked with Ianto once. When the cyberwoman threw him across the hub he died. I managed to bring him back. With Carys I managed to keep her going long enough to get the alien out of her, flat out killed Abaddon with a overdose of life."
Owen held a hand in front of his mouth, then pressed it against his chest. Nothing. "Yeah well it's a bust this time. Still dead."
"But you felt something? For the first time since you died you actually felt something, right?"
Owen shook his head looking away. "Hopeful thinking. My nerves don't work anymore. I couldn't have been feeling anything. I must have been imagining it."
Jack tugged Owen close again. "Let's try again. Don't stop. Keep going when you feel something." Jack pressed Owen's hand back against his chest, and Owen felt Jack's heart racing in excitement. Owen gave him a small, sad smile. It was kinda cute how hopeful he was that this would work.
Oh what the hell. Not like there's anything better to do, yeah?
Owen let him self be pulled back into Jack's embrace, and kissed him back as Jack's talented mouth covered his.
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Live! Live dammit! Jack willed life to flow into Owen, as he deepened the kiss, running a hand down Owen's side and pausing over his heart as he felt a distinct thump against his hand.
Owen gasped, and jerked slightly but didn't break off the kiss.
Jack felt a small thrill of victory and poured him self even more into kissing Owen, feeling another thump of Owen's heart against his hand.
Owen gasped again, then moaned, hand sliding up between them, to press against his own chest.
"Owen?" Jack questioned between kisses.
"Chest. Hand. Hurts." He gritted though his teeth but kept kissing Jack.
Jack winced, thinking. Ok that made a certain amount of sense. Owen did have a gaping, unhealed chest wound and broken and sliced open hand. If he was getting Owen's nerves working again, they'd be feeling pain. He focused him self on making sure Owen would be too distracted to feel any pain.
The next sounds Owen made were definitely happier. Jack grinned as he felt Owen's heartbeats coming more often. He glanced around out of the corner of his eye and spotted Owen's stethoscope on the counter, and without breaking off the kiss, reached over and grabbed it.
"Jack, what-"
"Shush. Kiss now, talk later." Jack ordered covering Owen's mouth with his again, as he unbuttoned Owen's shirt, put on the stethoscope and pressed it against Owen's chest, feeling smug as his ears were filled with the irregular sound of a thump, then a long pause, then several fast thumps before repeating again, slowly picking up more heartbeats every minute. Owen's heart was beating again.
Owen laughed and ground him self against Jack's leg. "It's working! It's fucking working!" He panted out pulling back for only seconds at a time, not wanting to break off contact with Jack.
Jack sucked on a spot on Owen's throat, feeling the pulse under his tongue and teeth. "Yes. Oh yes." He opened Owen's jeans one handed, the other still holding the stethoscope in place. "Lube?"
"Same place it's always been. Drawer. Top one, to the right." Owen was busying him self with undoing Jack's many layers of clothes.
"Want you. Wanna be in you, feel your hot, tight little body under mine. Wanna make you come for the first time in weeks." Jack whispered in Owen's ear as he boosted him up and onto the autopsy table, tossing Owen's jeans to the side.
Jack took his time preparing Owen, knowing if this didn't work, Owen was still going to be fragile, and he didn't want to hurt him. And then he was slowly easing him self into Owen's body.
Owen was panting and gasping under him, heartbeat thumping wildly in his ears, although he hadn't gotten hard yet. A thought on blood transfusions flitted though Jack's head, before he focused on kissing Owen and pushing as much life into him as he could, not caring if he died for a few days again, as long as this worked.
Jack felt his climax building but held off. He closed his eyes, losing him self in the now steady, fast, with only the occasional skip, heartbeat filling his ears. Time seemed irrelevant. It could have been a minute, or a hour. All the existed was the two of them, right here, right now. He opened his eyes and looked into Owen's.
Owen ran his fingers though Jack's hair and scratched nails down Jack's back, as Jack found just the right angle with his thrusts. "Jack! Fuck!"
Jack chuckled against Owen's mouth, pulling him back into a kiss. He didn't think he would last much longer, and he wanted Owen to come first. He wrapped a lubed hand around Owen's cock, between their bodies and started pumping it slowly to hardness. Owen groaned long and low.
Jack swallowed convulsively, pressing his face into Owen's neck, sparks dancing behind his eyes. "Come for me, Owen. Come!"
Owen nipped at Jack's throat, around the stethoscope. "You first!"
Jack gave in, and came hard with a shout, seeing fireworks behind his eyes.
Moments later Owen came, heart thundering wildly in Jack's ears.
Jack slid off Owen to avoid flattening the smaller man and collapsed next to him over the table. "So...was it as good for you, as it was for me?"
Owen laughed, still trying to catch his breath. "Oh- oh I think so!"
Jack sat up on his elbow, leaning over Owen, and pressed the stethoscope against his chest again. He grinned at Owen. "So far, so good! Still beating!"
Owen's grin was threatening to blind. "I'm alive! I'm alive..." He ran a hand over his chest looking at the spot previously marred by a large bullet wound, now a healed scar, looking no worse then any of his other scars. He sat up and started unwrapping the bandage from his hand. "Looks like this is better too. Should run some scans and xrays or something I suppose to make sure everything else is working the way it's supposed to."
Jack pulled the stethoscope out of his ears to hang around his neck like the necklace. "That can wait till morning. Come on, you looked wiped. We have a few hours before everyone will be in, you can sleep in my room, and grab a shower and change before work."
Owen ran a finger over his skin and giggles slightly hysterically. "I'm sweating! Christ, I never thought I'd be so thrilled to have body fluids again!"
Jack grinned pulling Owen up off the table, not bothering to get dressed, and started to guide him up the stairs out of the autopsy room, and into his office. "Yup. We're gonna have to take you shopping to buy more personal hygiene stuff, since you had your hissy fit and cleared out your bathroom of...everything. After your nap. ...and check up later."
Owen yawned, leaning against Jack. "Sounds like a plan...god I'm tired. Feel like I haven't slept in...weeks. Which I haven't...."
Jack managed to get Owen down the ladder without him breaking his neck, tucked Owen into his bed, and stood to grab some fresh clothes to put on after his shower. Owen grabbed his arm, and tugged him back towards the bed. "Stay."
Jack grinned but climbed into the small bed with Owen. "Never pegged you for a cuddler." He didn't get a reply. Owen was already asleep. Jack settled down to watch over Owen as he slept, hand resting over the steady thump of Owen's heart.
The End
Author: Dru
Rating: Mature Audiences/Adults Only
Characters, Pairing: Jack/Owen
Disclaimer: Torchwood and all it's characters belongs to the BBC
Summary: Jack has a plan to help Owen with his little death problem. A very sexy plan.
WARNINGS/Authors Note: Necrophilia and Magic!Healing!Sex! Jack and Dead!Owen get it on. Contains far more plot then I was planing on, but dammit the muses refused to get right to the sex, without some angsting and talking first.
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Jack leaned against the railing watching Owen move around the autopsy bay. As always lately, since Owen had started working again, he very rarely went home anymore. What was the point? He couldn't sleep, shag, or drink, so he might as well stay and get some work done.
Jack wasn't sure whether to be happy, or scared that for the first time since he'd hired Owen, he was always at work early, stayed late, and all his paperwork was done. He'd even caught Owen doing other people's paperwork in moments of desperation for something to do. ...well ok maybe if Owen would do his paperwork it wouldn't be so bad, but for now he was settling on being worried.
"So...have I ever told you I have a medical fetish?" Jack asked casually, as he strolled down the steps and picked up a interesting looking piece of medical equipment.
Owen promptly took it away from him smirking. "You have every fetish, Harkness. What do ya want?"
Jack watched Owen continue to put things away in drawers. "I'm...worried about you. How are dealing with all this?"
"Oh just fantastic! It's a laugh a minute! Laying still, not breathing, in parks to scare people when they try to check on me, staring at Tosh's head making her think I'm gonna eat her brain, cracking necrophilia jokes at Ianto and Gwen, the fun never stops!" Owen kicked the wall and spun to face Jack, a snarl curling his lip. "How do you think I'm doing Jack?! I'm dead! DEAD! I can see, I can think, I can talk but I can't feel anything. I'm numb." Owen stared into space, somewhere over Jack's shoulder. "I'm here, but I'm not. Can't watch porn, there's no point, can't go out to the pub and get drunk, can't go to a club and grab a quick shag. Bloody Torchwood who killed me, is all I have left." Owen slumped against the autopsy table, his bandaged hand rubbing lightly over the cool metal.
"Oh Owen..." Jack reached out and caught Owen's hand in his own. Owen's cool, dry skin contrasting with his warm, living skin. He gently, somewhere in the back of his mind chanting 'Fragile! Fragile! Handle With Care!', pulled Owen's hand closer, running his fingers over cool skin. Noting the differences from holding the hand of a living person. Noting the absence of the feel of blood rushing though veins and arteries, all of those little things you take for granted in day to day physical contact. "You can't- you can't feel anything? Can't tell I'm touching you?"
Owen shrugged, watching Jack fondle his hand almost disinterestedly. "Can feel pressure a bit. Enough to take a pulse at least, so I can still do my job, if that's what you're worried about. Can't feel heat, cold," he gave the bandage wrapped around his hand a bitter smirk. "sharp, pain. Where are you going with this Jack? Gonna try to show me I can feel more then Martha poked and prodded out of me with all her tests?"
"Just curious."
"Didn't read Martha's report at all did you?"
"You know me and paperwork. I trusted Martha to actually tell me face to face if she thought you were going to eat all our brains the moment our back's were turned."
"Oh like I would eat yours. Barely a snacks worth."
Jack grinned, then slowly moved a hand up, lightly running it over the back of Owen's neck, thumb brushing over where he should be feeling a rapid pulse in Owen's throat, telling him he was turning Owen on. He looked Owen in the eye for a moment, then pulled him in, kissing him lightly at first, then deepening, pulling Owen's smaller frame against his larger body.
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Owen didn't react at first, just stood there while Jack pulled him close, kissing him. After a few long seconds he started to kiss back, pressing his good hand against Jack's chest, not pushing away, just feeling. Feeling the flutter of Jack's heart speeding up under his hand. Pretending he could feel warm skin, remembering the way kissing used to feel. A hot, willing mouth against his, those little moaning sounds, hands drifting all over as things got hotter....
It took a minute before he realized he was actually feeling something. Little warm electric shocks running across his dead nerves. He pulled back from Jack with a gasp. "What the fuck was that?!" He rasped out, sounding out of breath.
Jack licked his lips, eying Owen speculatively. "You felt something?"
"Yes! How is that possible?!"
"I- uh I wasn't sure it would work... You know- You know I'm not like regular people, right? I can, sometimes, transfer some of what makes me wro- makes me...different, to someone else. It doesn't always work." Jack closed his eyes for a moment. "I've been on a lot of battle fields since this happened to me. I've lost a lot of people I lo- I cared about. Sometimes, once in a while I can save someone. It worked with Ianto once. When the cyberwoman threw him across the hub he died. I managed to bring him back. With Carys I managed to keep her going long enough to get the alien out of her, flat out killed Abaddon with a overdose of life."
Owen held a hand in front of his mouth, then pressed it against his chest. Nothing. "Yeah well it's a bust this time. Still dead."
"But you felt something? For the first time since you died you actually felt something, right?"
Owen shook his head looking away. "Hopeful thinking. My nerves don't work anymore. I couldn't have been feeling anything. I must have been imagining it."
Jack tugged Owen close again. "Let's try again. Don't stop. Keep going when you feel something." Jack pressed Owen's hand back against his chest, and Owen felt Jack's heart racing in excitement. Owen gave him a small, sad smile. It was kinda cute how hopeful he was that this would work.
Oh what the hell. Not like there's anything better to do, yeah?
Owen let him self be pulled back into Jack's embrace, and kissed him back as Jack's talented mouth covered his.
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Live! Live dammit! Jack willed life to flow into Owen, as he deepened the kiss, running a hand down Owen's side and pausing over his heart as he felt a distinct thump against his hand.
Owen gasped, and jerked slightly but didn't break off the kiss.
Jack felt a small thrill of victory and poured him self even more into kissing Owen, feeling another thump of Owen's heart against his hand.
Owen gasped again, then moaned, hand sliding up between them, to press against his own chest.
"Owen?" Jack questioned between kisses.
"Chest. Hand. Hurts." He gritted though his teeth but kept kissing Jack.
Jack winced, thinking. Ok that made a certain amount of sense. Owen did have a gaping, unhealed chest wound and broken and sliced open hand. If he was getting Owen's nerves working again, they'd be feeling pain. He focused him self on making sure Owen would be too distracted to feel any pain.
The next sounds Owen made were definitely happier. Jack grinned as he felt Owen's heartbeats coming more often. He glanced around out of the corner of his eye and spotted Owen's stethoscope on the counter, and without breaking off the kiss, reached over and grabbed it.
"Jack, what-"
"Shush. Kiss now, talk later." Jack ordered covering Owen's mouth with his again, as he unbuttoned Owen's shirt, put on the stethoscope and pressed it against Owen's chest, feeling smug as his ears were filled with the irregular sound of a thump, then a long pause, then several fast thumps before repeating again, slowly picking up more heartbeats every minute. Owen's heart was beating again.
Owen laughed and ground him self against Jack's leg. "It's working! It's fucking working!" He panted out pulling back for only seconds at a time, not wanting to break off contact with Jack.
Jack sucked on a spot on Owen's throat, feeling the pulse under his tongue and teeth. "Yes. Oh yes." He opened Owen's jeans one handed, the other still holding the stethoscope in place. "Lube?"
"Same place it's always been. Drawer. Top one, to the right." Owen was busying him self with undoing Jack's many layers of clothes.
"Want you. Wanna be in you, feel your hot, tight little body under mine. Wanna make you come for the first time in weeks." Jack whispered in Owen's ear as he boosted him up and onto the autopsy table, tossing Owen's jeans to the side.
Jack took his time preparing Owen, knowing if this didn't work, Owen was still going to be fragile, and he didn't want to hurt him. And then he was slowly easing him self into Owen's body.
Owen was panting and gasping under him, heartbeat thumping wildly in his ears, although he hadn't gotten hard yet. A thought on blood transfusions flitted though Jack's head, before he focused on kissing Owen and pushing as much life into him as he could, not caring if he died for a few days again, as long as this worked.
Jack felt his climax building but held off. He closed his eyes, losing him self in the now steady, fast, with only the occasional skip, heartbeat filling his ears. Time seemed irrelevant. It could have been a minute, or a hour. All the existed was the two of them, right here, right now. He opened his eyes and looked into Owen's.
Owen ran his fingers though Jack's hair and scratched nails down Jack's back, as Jack found just the right angle with his thrusts. "Jack! Fuck!"
Jack chuckled against Owen's mouth, pulling him back into a kiss. He didn't think he would last much longer, and he wanted Owen to come first. He wrapped a lubed hand around Owen's cock, between their bodies and started pumping it slowly to hardness. Owen groaned long and low.
Jack swallowed convulsively, pressing his face into Owen's neck, sparks dancing behind his eyes. "Come for me, Owen. Come!"
Owen nipped at Jack's throat, around the stethoscope. "You first!"
Jack gave in, and came hard with a shout, seeing fireworks behind his eyes.
Moments later Owen came, heart thundering wildly in Jack's ears.
Jack slid off Owen to avoid flattening the smaller man and collapsed next to him over the table. "So...was it as good for you, as it was for me?"
Owen laughed, still trying to catch his breath. "Oh- oh I think so!"
Jack sat up on his elbow, leaning over Owen, and pressed the stethoscope against his chest again. He grinned at Owen. "So far, so good! Still beating!"
Owen's grin was threatening to blind. "I'm alive! I'm alive..." He ran a hand over his chest looking at the spot previously marred by a large bullet wound, now a healed scar, looking no worse then any of his other scars. He sat up and started unwrapping the bandage from his hand. "Looks like this is better too. Should run some scans and xrays or something I suppose to make sure everything else is working the way it's supposed to."
Jack pulled the stethoscope out of his ears to hang around his neck like the necklace. "That can wait till morning. Come on, you looked wiped. We have a few hours before everyone will be in, you can sleep in my room, and grab a shower and change before work."
Owen ran a finger over his skin and giggles slightly hysterically. "I'm sweating! Christ, I never thought I'd be so thrilled to have body fluids again!"
Jack grinned pulling Owen up off the table, not bothering to get dressed, and started to guide him up the stairs out of the autopsy room, and into his office. "Yup. We're gonna have to take you shopping to buy more personal hygiene stuff, since you had your hissy fit and cleared out your bathroom of...everything. After your nap. ...and check up later."
Owen yawned, leaning against Jack. "Sounds like a plan...god I'm tired. Feel like I haven't slept in...weeks. Which I haven't...."
Jack managed to get Owen down the ladder without him breaking his neck, tucked Owen into his bed, and stood to grab some fresh clothes to put on after his shower. Owen grabbed his arm, and tugged him back towards the bed. "Stay."
Jack grinned but climbed into the small bed with Owen. "Never pegged you for a cuddler." He didn't get a reply. Owen was already asleep. Jack settled down to watch over Owen as he slept, hand resting over the steady thump of Owen's heart.
The End