Collar & Leash

Disclaimer: Not mine, more's the pity. I'm only borrowing and am making no money. *sigh*
A/N Partially beta'd by the ever lovely Sairensu. Plot!tribble created by Blondboy ;).

I'm currently working on a more plot driven, much longer Doctor/Jack fic, but this little plot bunny just wouldn't quite gnawing my ankles until I'd written it. Enjoy!

Jack could feel the heavy bass of the club’s music, vibrating through his body. He knelt by the Doctor’s side, pressed against the Time Lord’s leg, playing the submissive sub as well as he can. It’s not entirely an unknown role for Jack, but he’s rarely played it so publicly.

There have been more than a few surreal situations in Jack’s life, but few have ever encapsulated worry, desire and frustration in quite such confused mix as this one.

Worry, because somehow, Rose has managed to get herself kidnapped by inter-planatary slavers, and the only way to get her back was to come to the club where slave auctions are held and hope that by posing as patrons of the Master/Slave scene that the club caters for, they can figure out a way to snatch their errant shipmate.

Desire, because Jack watched the most possessive look of lust flare across the Doctor’s face when he saw Jack’s outfit; PVC trousers, laced all the way up the sides, with a zip that ran from the middle of the front waistband, all the way to the middle of the back waistband, thigh high boots, collar and leash. Desire because the Doctor was wearing sinfully tight black jeans that Jack just wanted to peel off him, and a black silk shirt that Jack’s hands itched to touch. He ran his hands over the Doctor’s sleeves once, before they reached the club, before he had to keep his eyes on the floor and obey every command the Doctor gave him, and the Time Lord grinned at him, though the grin was shadowed with worry.

They had to make their way across the crowded club to a secluded booth near the stage. Jack’s not shy, by any stretch of the imagination, and he’s always had a policy of taking his pleasure where he could get it, but even he found the groping hands uncomfortable. The Doctor’s reaction was just a notch under explosive. Jack was glad when they reached the booth, because he was certain that if the Time Lord caught one more person trying to cop a feel as Jack passed, somebody was going to get hurt. It was utterly inappropriate, but there was something about that possessive, alpha-male attitude pouring off the Doctor in waves that, combined with the situation, and the outfits, had Jack hard and horny as hell.

Therein lay the frustration. There’s nothing they could do. This was all about getting Rose back, safely. But dear lord, Jack just wanted to grab the Time Lord and press him against the nearest wall and fuck him until they can’t stand. Jack’s hard, and just this side of painfully so. The PVC trousers hide nothing, and Jack knew that the Doctor could see, along with the rest of the club, just how much Jack got off on this. Jack could feel the tension in the thigh he’s resting against, and when he turned his head, just so, he could see that the Doctor’s no less aroused.

It was torture, the heavy beat of the music, the low lighting, the sight of the bodies pressed close on the dance floor, the smell of lust and sex. Jack was well aware that there was a more horizontal form of dancing going on in the booths around the dance floor. Every so often, he heard a groan or a cry above the throbbing music.

When people started coming up to the booth, curious, no doubt as to why the Doctor wasn’t fucking his slave, Jack began to wonder if this is what hell was like. With every approach, offering to buy Jack, for good, for a day, an afternoon, an hour, the use of his mouth, the Doctor’s answers became shorter and more abrupt. If Jack thought his temper was strained by the earlier groping, it was nothing to the Time Lords’ tension levels the longer they sat there. Jack knew enough about this scene to know that unless they start acting the part, they’re going to be rumbled, and then they’ll be needing someone to come rescue Rose, and them.

Jack shifted, moving until he sat between the Doctor’s legs, facing the Time Lord. He could sense the Doctor’s confusion.

“Trust me Doctor, we need to blend in.” He said, pitching his voice loud enough to carry over the music, but not so loud anyone else could hear him. He didn’t look up; slaves don’t make eye contact with their masters. It made what he was about to do all the more illicit. He was about to go down on the Doctor in a crowded club, where anyone and everyone could see them. Jack didn’t think he’s ever been so hard in his life, however much of a cliché that might be.

Jack’s hands trembled slightly as he reached for the Doctor’s flies. The Time Lord moved as if to stop him, but Jack was quicker; he had the button already undone when the Doctor’s hands closed on his wrists.

“Jack. What the hell are you doing?”

“We need to blend in Doctor. People are going to wonder why we’re not joining in. If we don’t want to get thrown out of here before we get Rose back, we need to act like we are what we say we are.”

Jack waited, heart pounding. He could sense the Doctor’s reluctance, despite the fact that he was obviously finding this as exciting as Jack. Jack wanted to know if he could drive the Doctor to lose control, as he had on occasion before. He wanted to see the Time Lord so lost in pleasure that he couldn’t resist. Jack was well aware that while he was playing the slave, in this situation, he had the power; he was in charge.

When the Doctor let his hands loosen their grip and fall away from Jack’s wrists, Jack could have crowed with delight. Jack had always been something of an exhibitionist, and the idea of everyone seeing the effect he had on the Doctor was truly intoxicating.

Jack carefully pulled the Doctor’s zip down. He could feel the Doctor’s erection, pressing against the jeans, as he carefully parted the material. As Jack wrapped his hand around the Doctor’s cock, he felt the Time Lord jump, just a little. Jack stroked a couple of times, then took his hand away. He looked up through his lashes to see the Doctor watching him, no colour showing in his eyes at all, his hands clenched into fists at his side. The look of hunger on the Doctor’s face was exactly what Jack wanted to see. He intended to make the Time Lord forget about the fact that they’re in a club. By the time he’s done, the Doctor wasn’t going to care.

He didn’t want to lose eye contact with the Doctor, but there was no way he could continue without dislocating his neck. Jack settled for concentrating on the cock in his hand. He licked the head slowly, curling his tongue the top of the shaft. He took his time, using his tongue, and the occasional hint of teeth, before sliding his mouth all the way down the shaft, until his lips met his fingers, still clasped about the Doctor’s cock.

As he pulled back, tongue pressing against the underside of the shaft, his fingers followed. Jack established a steady rhythm with mouth and hand until the Doctor’s hips were following the movement involuntarily. Jack could hear the Doctor’s ragged breathing above the music and the sound of his own pulse. There was real pleasure in this act for Jack, but dear lord, it wasn’t helping his own arousal at all. He wanted to unzip the trousers, climb into the Doctor’s lap and impale himself on the Time Lord’s cock. He wanted to press the Doctor down on the padded bench and strip him of those obscenely tight jeans, so he could fuck him. Jack’s erection was pressing painfully against the tight PVC, no matter how he shifted to ease the pressure.

Jack could tell that the Doctor was close to coming, he could hear it in the Time Lord’s gasping breaths, and muttered oaths; he could feel it in the way the muscles of the Doctor’s thighs tensed, then locked in place; he could feel it in the way the Doctor’s cock swelled in his mouth. Jack pulled up, teeth scraping gently, hand squeezing and sliding in the mix of saliva and pre-come that made the Doctor’s cock shine. He leant back a little, watching the Doctor’s face as surreptitiously as he could. He saw a grimace flow over the features, almost as much pain as pleasure, then the Doctor threw his head back. Jack shivered at the sight of that long neck, exposed and vulnerable, even as the first drops of come hit his chin.

For just a moment, Jack thought he was going to come as well, but despite the intense pleasure of seeing the Doctor so undone, his cock remained hard and trapped by his trousers. He stayed where he was, suddenly aware of the sensation of being watched. The feeling, erotic and arousing a moment ago was suddenly unnerving and uncomfortable.

He watched as the Doctor slowly gathered up his wits. The Time Lord looked down, and despite the obvious satiation, the Doctor’s expression was still hungry, and his eyes were still nothing but pupil. Fingers trailed over Jack’s jaw, and a thumb rubbed the Doctor’s come gently into the skin of Jack’s chin. Jack shivered and his breath caught in his throat; the look the Doctor gave him promised that Jack would be getting the fucking of his life sometime soon. When the Doctor pulled his hand back, and sucked that thumb into his own mouth, Jack hovered just on the edge of orgasm. It wasn’t going to take much at all to make him come, the slightest of touches at this point would probably be enough. He watched the Doctor’s eyes widen a little – he could imagine how he looked, kneeling in front of the Time Lord, knees spread, revealing exactly how hard he was, eyes nothing more than pupil, probably flushed and certainly panting. When the expression in those still dark eyes turned predatory, Jack couldn’t help the small moan that escaped his lips. The Doctor was going to fuck him here, he knew it. Jack was about to have one of his favourite fantasies about the Time Lord come to life.

The Doctor pulled sharply on the leash, and Jack was caught off guard, and half tumbled into the Doctor’s lap, his hands automatically bracing themselves on the Doctor’s hips. He could feel the smoothness of the silk shirt against his skin, and beneath it the heat of the Doctor’s body. He had to stop himself from pressing against the edge of the bench, and providing his aching cock with enough friction to get him off.

Just as the Doctor was reaching down to the zip of Jack’s pants, the music stopped. It took Jack a few seconds to realise that the whole club had fallen silent, and that everyone, including the Doctor was watching the stage.

Jack sank back down to his knees, trembling with unresolved arousal, although it was tempered with the knowledge that they would soon be getting Rose back. Once they got the hell out of this place, Jack was going to ensure that the Doctor made good on the dark promises his eyes had made earlier.

The slave auction was tedious, and utterly barbaric. Jack found it easier to deal with his frustrated arousal when faced with such a grim reminder of the fact that while he was only playing a part, and willingly at that, all of the other slaves had no choice.

There were seven slaves in all, and it was something of a shock when the auction finished, without sight of Rose.

“Doctor…?”

“Come on, we’ll go see the auctioneer, see what’s going on here.”

The Doctor zipped his jeans up, having forgotten while the auction was underway. Jack was briefly glad that Rose hadn’t been in the auction. It would be hard enough to snatch her back and get out of here, without worrying about the Doctor tripping over his own jeans.

He tugged on the leash, and Jack rose from his knees, wincing slightly as blood began to flow back into his lower legs. He managed to surreptitiously rearrange his still semi-hard cock so that he wasn’t in too much pain as he walked.

If Jack had thought the groping he got on the way into the club was bad, it was nothing to the walk across the dance floor. When one particularly enthusiastic letch pinched his arse, Jack jumped and let out something of an undignified squeal. The Doctor stopped abruptly, turned round and glared at the man.

“Take you hands off him. If you so much as look at him again I’ll break every bone in your hand. Understand?”

The man backed up a couple of steps and nodded, vigorously. Jack didn’t blame him. The Doctor sounded absolutely furious, and Jack wasn’t altogether sure the Time Lord was kidding about breaking the guy’s fingers either.

The other patrons gave them a wide berth after that, although Jack could feel eyes on him, and from the way the Doctor muttered under his breath as he moved more quickly towards the stage, the Doctor was well aware of it. The possessive tone in his voice didn’t help reduce Jack’s lust to anywhere near manageable levels. Watching the Doctor’s arse in those oh so tight jeans as the Time Lord strode across the room was probably not a good idea either, but Jack just couldn’t tear his eyes away. He resolved to try and persuade the Doctor to wear the denims more often.

Jack was so busy eyeing the firm buttocks in front of him that when the Doctor stopped suddenly, he couldn’t prevent himself from bumping into the Time Lord. The look the Doctor threw over his shoulder at Jack managed somehow to combine irritation and lust. Jack backed up a step. As much as he wanted to stayed pressed up against the Time Lord, he was supposed to be a slave, and he needed to continue playing that role convincingly until they’d found Rose.

The Doctor turned back and began quizzing the auctioneer. Jack could barely make out the conversation over the noise of the club and the patrons, but he heard enough to realise that wherever Rose was, these guys hadn’t snatched her.

The dance floor was filling up again, now that the auctions were over, and Jack was becoming uncomfortable with the way people were brushing past him. However, he wasn’t expecting the hand that grabbed his arm and pulled him into the crowd, jerking the leash out of the Doctor’s hands.

Jack tried to pull free, but he didn’t dare make too much of a fuss, knowing how easily the situation could turn nasty, and the potentially precarious position he and the Doctor were in. There seemed to be hands touching him everywhere, and he began to feel very claustrophobic. Self preservation won out over caution, and he began to push people away from him. There were too many bodies packed tightly around him though, and he ended up with his arms held firmly behind his back. Jack struggled, the first stirrings of panic leaving him breathless. He could hear the Doctor shouting, though he couldn’t tell where the Time Lord was.

There was the sound of a gun being fired, and suddenly everything stopped. The music still blared out in the background, but the noise of the crowd and the movement around him ceased. Jack pulled his arms free, just as the crowd began to move, and a very angry looking Doctor stalked through the rapidly parting crowd, all of whom were eyeing the gun in his hand warily.

The Doctor stopped right in front of Jack, looked behind him to the person who had been holding Jack’s arms, looked at Jack, then raised a hand and punched the person behind him. Jack was surprised. He knew the Doctor wasn’t *exactly* a pacifist, but he wasn’t given to random acts of violence either.

The Time Lord grabbed the leash, from the hand that was still holding it, looked at Jack again, then turned and waving the gun in front of him headed for what appeared to be an emergency exit. Jack hurried to keep up with him.

“Where’d you get the gun?”

“From the guard.”

“What, you just took it?”

“I didn’t ask, and he wasn’t really conscious enough to have answered anyway. Come on, let’s get out of here.”

The Doctor dragged Jack through the exit, just as the crowd were coming to their senses, and heading towards them. They emerged into what appeared to be in a long corridor. The Doctor fiddled about with his sonic screwdriver and the lock.

“Which way now Doctor?”

“No idea. Let’s try the door down the end.”

Jack rolled his eyes but hurried after the Time Lord, who was, he noticed, still holding the leash.

They hurried down the corridor, and with a bit more fiddling with the screwdriver, the Doctor got the door open. They exited into a dark, narrow alleyway, and the Doctor slammed the door and yet again wielded the screwdriver at the lock.

Jack leant against the wall. He tugged the leash still in the Doctor’s hand.

“So Doctor, you planning on keeping me a leash from now on?” He’d meant it as a joke, but from the Doctor’s reaction, he wasn’t in the mood for jokes.

Several stone of Time Lord slammed him against the wall, pressing him between the cold stone and the hot male body.

“Don’t joke about it! When you disappeared I thought I’d lost you for good...”

Jack was stunned. The fear and the despair in the Doctor’s voice was unexpected and for once, Jack didn’t have a response to hand. Fortunately, the Doctor solved his problem, by gripping Jack’s chin, and bringing his mouth down hard over Jack’s.

Oh yes, thought Jack, that’s what I’ve been waiting for. He returned the kiss, wrapping a leg around the Doctor’s hip, one hand gripping the nape of the Doctor’s neck, the other a handful of the buttocks he’d been admiring in the club. All the passion that Jack knew lurked below the Time Lord’s normal façade was focused solely at him, and it was the most intense thing Jack knew. He’d felt it that first time, in the control room, and had craved it ever since.

The Doctor had one hand on Jack’s hip, while the other rested on the wall by Jack’s head, still holding the leash. When the Doctor used that hand to tug on the leash, Jack had to pull away from the mouth fucking his, and moan, as his hips jerked against the Doctor’s. The second the Doctor had thrown him against the wall Jack’s been hard, and that, combined with the unresolved sexual frustration from earlier he’s aching and so damned close to coming already.

“Oh fuck...Doctor…yes”

“Oh yes, I though you’d like that. Did you enjoy being in the club earlier Captain? Did you like knowing that people were watching you, on your knees, swallowing my cock? You’d have let me fuck you there, wouldn’t you?”

Jack groaned. Having the Doctor manhandle him like that was arousing enough, but to hear him talk like that, to hear such sordid words roll off his tongue so easily, that was one of Jack’s all time favourite kinks. Jack’s not met many people who can match him both in bed and out of it, but the Doctor certainly can, and Jack loves it. Loves the way the Doctor always seems to give him what he wants, loves the way the Doctor welcomed him on board his ship, his home, and made him welcome. Jack’s not sure how deep this relationship goes, though he knows what he wants, but if this is as good as it gets, it’s good enough for him.

The Doctor’s hand moves from Jack’s hip, and tugs gently on the zipper, drawing it slowly, and carefully down. Once he’s got the first inch or so unzipped, the Time Lord’s hand slides between the material and Jack’s skin, pulling another moan from Jack. The Doctor uses the heel of his hand to press the zipper further down, protecting Jack’s delicate parts from any danger of getting caught in the metal teeth.

The warmth of the Doctor’s hand against his erection, made Jack arch a little, very grateful for the protection the Doctor provided. The Doctor’s fingers cup Jack’s balls, holding them out of the way of the zip, while his other hand occasionally pulls on the leash.

“Ah…tell you’ve got lube Doctor…please”

Eyes with no colour visible in them at all meet Jack’s, full of sly amusement.

“Since knowing you, Captain, I’ve started carrying the damned stuff everywhere. You have no idea how much of a temptation you are.” The Doctor paused, smirking “Although, as it’s you, you are probably completely aware.” The hand cupping Jack’s balls squeezed, not enough to hurt, but enough to make Jack jump and curse out loud “Is that it Jack? Are you a cock tease?”

“No”

“No? Really?”

“Fuck me and find out”

“Cocky bastard”

Jack grinned.

The Doctor released Jack’s balls, and reached into the pocket of his jeans. Jack grinned madly at the Doctor.

“Time to find out if you can multi-task Time Lord”

He used the hand still behind the Doctor’s head to pull them together. The Doctor met him halfway, their teeth clicking slightly until they got the angle figured out. Jack was peripherally aware of the Doctor fumbling between their bodies for a moment, then the Doctor pulled away.

“Multi-tasking? I’m fantastic at it!” The manic grin had Jack laughing, until a pair of slick fingers pressed into him, their entrance causing a burning tingle and causing Jack to start swearing again. And Jack knows that every time he hears the Doctor say that one, simple word from now on, he’s going to have a problem. Which could be inconvenient, given the number of times the Doctor is prone to using it.

The slow glide of the Doctor’s fingers drove Jack mad. It was too slow, too intense, too damned good, and Jack couldn’t take it. He’d been too aroused for too long to cope with this slow, deep passion. He needed fire and aggression and he damned well needed it now.

“Fuck me Doctor, just fuck me already”

The Time Lord slowed his movements, ending with his fingers embedded in Jack’s body. He looked at Jack, and must have seen how desperate Jack was, because a second later his fingers were pulled carefully free. When Jack looked down, his breath coming in gasps, he watched the Doctor spread the slippery gel over his cock. As far as Jack is concerned, there are few things more erotic than watching the man who’s about to fuck your brains out stroking lube over his own cock, knowing the pleasure that’s about to come. The Doctor shudders slightly, and Jack is surprised that he can be that close to the edge again, considering he came in the club. If it’s a facet of his alien physiology, Jack’s grateful for it.

As the Doctor moved closer, he gripped the leg Jack had wrapped around his hip and tugging the leash so that Jack’s head tilts to one side. As Jack braced his shoulders against the wall, the Doctor’s other hand supported him enough for him to wrap his other leg around the Doctor’s waist.

When the Doctor bit down, hard, on the junction of neck and shoulder, at the same time he thrust up into him, Jack howled, his body confused by the mix of pleasure and pain.

As the Doctor fucked him almost violently, Jack was barely aware of the rough wall of the alley way against his back. All he knew was the pleasure of the Doctor’s cock in him, of the silk of the Doctor’s shirt against his skin, of the ecstasy and hunger in the dark eyes that met his.

Jack wanted this to last as long as possible. He didn’t care that they were fucking in a dingy alleyway. It was as good as if they’d been in a four poster bed, better, perhaps. This was raw and rough, but Jack loved it. He’d been on the edge for too long, and only a matter of minutes later, he was coming hard, arching against the Doctor, muscles locked so tight that he knew he’d ache later.

The Doctor moaned, slammed hard into Jack a few times more, then he shuddered against Jack, muscles as tense as Jack’s had been.

Moments of nothing but panting and gasping follow. Eventually, the Doctor pulled back slightly, slipping carefully free of Jack’s body, helping Jack to unwind his legs and stand on his own feet. They both staggered a little, each as shaky as each other.

They leant against the wall, side by side, and Jack began to realise that he’d probably scraped at least one layer of skin off of his back. He couldn’t really bring himself to care too much though.

When they’d caught their breath, and Jack had carefully zipped himself back into the trousers, they left the alleyway, hurrying back to the TARDIS, the Doctor still holding the leash.

Rose is not at the TARDIS when they return, and they both hurry off to shower quickly and change. They meet back in the control room, ready to figure a plan of action, when the door opens, and Rose saunters in, as if she’d only been gone five minutes and not kidnapped by slavers. OK, Jack thinks, she wasn’t actually kidnapped, and the end result of that unkidnapping had been good, but nevertheless, she could at least look a little less…composed.

“Rose! Where have you been?” The Doctor looked as put out as Jack felt.

“Oh, I found this lovely little market place round the corner Doctor. It’s really neat, you should come and look at it, both of you.”

The Doctor looked at Jack. Jack looked back. Rose looked at the pair of them, slightly puzzled.

“What? What’s going on? What did I miss?”

Jack walked down the ramp, draped an arm over Rose’s shoulder and grined over his shoulder at the Doctor, as he guided her towards the door.

”What do you say boss? Shall we go check out the market?”

“Knowing you, Captain, it won’t just be the market you’ll be checking out” The Doctor muttered under his breath, but moved down the ramp, following his two companions.

Rose was still giving them strange looks, and Jack knew that sooner or later, she was going to figure out exactly what was going on, or catch them at it. He just hopes that she takes it well.