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fangrrl_squeesTitle: One Week Later.
Rating: NC-17. Violence and sexual content (non-con).
Featured characters: Jack Harkness, Harry Saxon, Lucy Saxon.
Summary: A follow up to Emotional Politics... and my general rummaging through Jack's year in hell on the Valiant. One week after a failed escape attempt, Jack gives in to the temptation to do something very stupid during a conversation with Harry Saxon.
Pairing: Jack Harkness/Harry Saxon
Additional warning: This might hit some bad buttons for readers. If you couldn't sit through a certain scene in Marathon Man, you might want to give this a miss. And, again, it's unbeta'd.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the BBC. They're not mine, and they're probably quite relieved about it.
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One week later, the monotony of Jack's daily routine - listening for changes in the Valiant's engines, making obscene suggestions to the security guards and hoping for a fire alarm so that he could take a shower, of sorts, under the sprinkler system - was broken by two visitors.
Lucy Saxon had taken to wearing her hair down, and very loose. In other circumstances, Jack would have complimented her on it, but those circumstances were long passed. Harry Saxon was, unsurprisingly, his usual dapper self.
Lucy approached Jack tentatively, like a house-cat who isn't quite sure about what it heard rustling in the bushes. She looked at her husband, letting him do the talking.
"Still love her, freak?" Saxon's regarded Jack with contempt.
Jack took a deep breath and tasted adrenaline in the air - mostly Lucy's, much to his surprise. He wondered what she was scared of, beyond the obvious. He thought about it for a moment and an idea occurred to him. The rational part of his mind suggested that it probably wasn't a good idea but his anger and frustration at what had happened - and what had failed to happen - boiled over.
"Oh yeah," Jack smiled. "Your wife is pretty lovable." The look he gave her stopped just short of an outright leer.
"Jack..." Lucy warned, inching away from her husband. Saxon looked from her to Jack and back again, eyes narrowed.
Jack drew the words out, maximizing their impact. "Did it come up during her confession that I fucked your dear, faithful wife, last week?"
"No!" Lucy looked shocked. "It's not true!"
Jack relished the surprise on Saxon's face. "Oh, I'm sure she didn't mean to, Harry. But we needed a premise to get me out of these," he rattled the chains that shackled him, "Just a bit of back story, just in case. But once she got me down..." he grinned lasciviously. It was the sort of smile that had gotten him assaulted by a variety of outraged beings, and it had much the same effect on Harold Saxon.
He stared at Jack, scowling angrily. Jack felt the Time Lord trying to reach into his mind - and sensed his frustration at being denied entrance. There were some advantages to being a fixed point in time and effectively dead. Some of those advantages were more subtle than others.
Thwarted, Saxon grabbed Lucy by the hair and by the throat, cutting off her stream of denials. "Tell me." he growled.
Jack knew what Saxon would find in Lucy's memory, and he supposed that he should feel sorry for her, but lingering anger burned that incipient regret out of him.
"Bitch!" Saxon had found the answer he sought. He threw Lucy to the ground as easily as a child dropping a toy doll. He advanced on Jack, murderous intent writ large.
"I guess she has a thing for freaks." Jack taunted. "But don't be mad. It wasn't so great." Jack pulled a face. "She tasted of you. Yuk." If Jack was about to suffer a spectacularly unpleasant death, as he suspected was the case, he thought he might as well get full value from it.
Saxon stood centimeters away from Jack, glaring at him and breathing hard. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, he calmed down. He even smiled a little.
Jack felt suddenly anxious. Being kicked to death in a vicious rage, he could handle, in his way. But this had the signs of something unexpected, and unexpected would almost certainly mean more unpleasant than usual.
"Nonsense," Saxon said lightly, as if they were debating something trivial.
Saxon looked around and spotted something of interest out of Jack's sight, something he decided to fetch: a wrench. In the half-light, Jack spotted a tuft of hair adhered with old blood. Great, he sighed, recognizing it. At least it should be quick. He knew, already, how heavy it was.
The wrench slammed into Jack's face. Several blows of almost superhuman strength landed in quick succession, precisely placed against mouth and jaw.
Pain quickly overwhelmed Jack's surprise - pain and a sinking feeling that he knew what was about to happen. He wanted to choke on blood and teeth, leave consciousness behind, but his survival instinct didn't care about anything beyond right now, and so he coughed and spat on to the floor. Blood continued to fill his mouth, spilling on to his shirt past half-numb lips.
Saxon surveyed Jack's injuries with a detached expression, and then swung the wrench twice more, just to be sure.
"Nonsense." Saxon repeated, dropping the steel tool and heading for a nearby control panel.
Jack winced as his chains abruptly went slack, and he fell to his knees on to a puddle of blood and broken teeth. He lunged towards Saxon as he came within reach, only realize that the chains had merely been run out a couple of feet, not released entirely - just enough to put him on his knees.
Saxon kicked Jack in the chest and then tutted at a resultant stain on his shoe. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Lucy had stayed where he'd put her, on the floor, and nodded. Everything was in its proper place.
He squatted down in front of Jack, and grabbed him by the hair, forcing eye contact. "How could you be so stupid?" he asked, half laughing and apparently without a care in the world - although a twitching muscle in his jaw suggested otherwise.
Jack realized that Saxon was unbuttoning his trousers as he spoke and everything became clear. He spat on Saxon's pristine white shirt, which was just about all he could do at that point. Inwardly, he seethed with anger - at himself. He shouldn't have succumbed to temptation.
The Master ignored Jack's defiant gesture and, with an ease of movement that suggested this was nothing new, forced Jack's battered mouth on to his cock. Blood, spit and a complete disregard for a gag reflex - or even Jack's need to breathe - made it that much easier. Reflexively, Jack tried to bite, only to learn that Saxon had done a thorough job of destroying his only defense.
"As I'm sure you'll notice, freak," Saxon said a little breathlessly. "Lucy and I taste nothing alike."
Jack screwed his eyes shut and did what he hoped was the most annoying thing possible. He went limp. It wasn't easy, almost choking on the cock of someone so despised, but Jack did his best, slumping against the chains and keeping his mouth slack. Saxon twisted his hand in Jack's hair, almost tearing it out by the roots. "Don't," he warned, "Or I'll do this to luscious Ms. Tish, next."
Shit. Jack couldn't take the chance that Saxon meant it. He shifted a little, and braced himself against the onslaught. If he was lucky, maybe his mouth would heal before The Master came.
But luck wasn't on Jack's side. The sight of Jack bruised, bloody and on his knees had an aphrodisiac effect on Saxon and in less that a minute, Jack felt Saxon's cock swell and spurt in the back of his throat. Jack gagged and tried not to swallow. For some reason, that would have been adding insult to injury. He spat on the deck, even as his chains jerked him back to his feet.
Jack glared at Saxon. He didn't want to give the Time Lord the satisfaction of seeing anything but anger and defiance from him.
Saxon shrugged with the ease of a man who knew he'd just won a fight. He grabbed Lucy - wide-eyed, silent and stinking of fear - and hauled her to her feet. "Come along, darling. We need to discuss your shocking taste in lovers." He announced, dragging her away.
Jack watched them go, trying to ignore the pricklings of conscience. He spat another mouthful of blood to the floor and twitched involuntarily as flesh knitted back into shape, but it was only a momentary distraction. He sighed. He shouldn't have given in to the temptation for revenge. Jack prided himself on resiliency, on an ability to come back from anything - even before Rose and the Tardis changed him apparently forever. But Lucy? He shook his head.
I'm not going to feel sorry for her, damn it. I'm not!
But the doubt lingered.
***
Afterword from fangrrl_squees
I'm going to the special fanfic hell, aren't I?
Strangely enough, I'm not usually a fan of honest-to-god non-con (versus the more prevalent 'oh noes! Don't throw me in the briar patch!' non-con that one sees here and there), and it's something I've only written (*thinks*) once before in nearly 20 years of word-bashing1. Smashed teeth are a major squick of mine, so where the above came from, I'm not sure.
But, if I had to place blame for the above on a particular plot bunny, it would be the line Lucy and I taste nothing alike, which fell into my head some time ago - during an early draft of Emotional Politics, in fact - around which the scene was built.
Source aside, I don't know about you lot, but I feel like I need to soak my keyboard (and my frontal lobes) in bleach. And I owe my inner Jack a whole heap of cheerful PWP for the stuff I've been doing to him, this week. Especially as there's still two more bits in the works...
1 - twice if you want to stretch a point and squint, but as I believe that only 3 other people in the entire web have read that other story, I'm not going to worry about it. ;)
Rating: NC-17. Violence and sexual content (non-con).
Featured characters: Jack Harkness, Harry Saxon, Lucy Saxon.
Summary: A follow up to Emotional Politics... and my general rummaging through Jack's year in hell on the Valiant. One week after a failed escape attempt, Jack gives in to the temptation to do something very stupid during a conversation with Harry Saxon.
Pairing: Jack Harkness/Harry Saxon
Additional warning: This might hit some bad buttons for readers. If you couldn't sit through a certain scene in Marathon Man, you might want to give this a miss. And, again, it's unbeta'd.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the BBC. They're not mine, and they're probably quite relieved about it.
***
One week later, the monotony of Jack's daily routine - listening for changes in the Valiant's engines, making obscene suggestions to the security guards and hoping for a fire alarm so that he could take a shower, of sorts, under the sprinkler system - was broken by two visitors.
Lucy Saxon had taken to wearing her hair down, and very loose. In other circumstances, Jack would have complimented her on it, but those circumstances were long passed. Harry Saxon was, unsurprisingly, his usual dapper self.
Lucy approached Jack tentatively, like a house-cat who isn't quite sure about what it heard rustling in the bushes. She looked at her husband, letting him do the talking.
"Still love her, freak?" Saxon's regarded Jack with contempt.
Jack took a deep breath and tasted adrenaline in the air - mostly Lucy's, much to his surprise. He wondered what she was scared of, beyond the obvious. He thought about it for a moment and an idea occurred to him. The rational part of his mind suggested that it probably wasn't a good idea but his anger and frustration at what had happened - and what had failed to happen - boiled over.
"Oh yeah," Jack smiled. "Your wife is pretty lovable." The look he gave her stopped just short of an outright leer.
"Jack..." Lucy warned, inching away from her husband. Saxon looked from her to Jack and back again, eyes narrowed.
Jack drew the words out, maximizing their impact. "Did it come up during her confession that I fucked your dear, faithful wife, last week?"
"No!" Lucy looked shocked. "It's not true!"
Jack relished the surprise on Saxon's face. "Oh, I'm sure she didn't mean to, Harry. But we needed a premise to get me out of these," he rattled the chains that shackled him, "Just a bit of back story, just in case. But once she got me down..." he grinned lasciviously. It was the sort of smile that had gotten him assaulted by a variety of outraged beings, and it had much the same effect on Harold Saxon.
He stared at Jack, scowling angrily. Jack felt the Time Lord trying to reach into his mind - and sensed his frustration at being denied entrance. There were some advantages to being a fixed point in time and effectively dead. Some of those advantages were more subtle than others.
Thwarted, Saxon grabbed Lucy by the hair and by the throat, cutting off her stream of denials. "Tell me." he growled.
Jack knew what Saxon would find in Lucy's memory, and he supposed that he should feel sorry for her, but lingering anger burned that incipient regret out of him.
"Bitch!" Saxon had found the answer he sought. He threw Lucy to the ground as easily as a child dropping a toy doll. He advanced on Jack, murderous intent writ large.
"I guess she has a thing for freaks." Jack taunted. "But don't be mad. It wasn't so great." Jack pulled a face. "She tasted of you. Yuk." If Jack was about to suffer a spectacularly unpleasant death, as he suspected was the case, he thought he might as well get full value from it.
Saxon stood centimeters away from Jack, glaring at him and breathing hard. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, he calmed down. He even smiled a little.
Jack felt suddenly anxious. Being kicked to death in a vicious rage, he could handle, in his way. But this had the signs of something unexpected, and unexpected would almost certainly mean more unpleasant than usual.
"Nonsense," Saxon said lightly, as if they were debating something trivial.
Saxon looked around and spotted something of interest out of Jack's sight, something he decided to fetch: a wrench. In the half-light, Jack spotted a tuft of hair adhered with old blood. Great, he sighed, recognizing it. At least it should be quick. He knew, already, how heavy it was.
The wrench slammed into Jack's face. Several blows of almost superhuman strength landed in quick succession, precisely placed against mouth and jaw.
Pain quickly overwhelmed Jack's surprise - pain and a sinking feeling that he knew what was about to happen. He wanted to choke on blood and teeth, leave consciousness behind, but his survival instinct didn't care about anything beyond right now, and so he coughed and spat on to the floor. Blood continued to fill his mouth, spilling on to his shirt past half-numb lips.
Saxon surveyed Jack's injuries with a detached expression, and then swung the wrench twice more, just to be sure.
"Nonsense." Saxon repeated, dropping the steel tool and heading for a nearby control panel.
Jack winced as his chains abruptly went slack, and he fell to his knees on to a puddle of blood and broken teeth. He lunged towards Saxon as he came within reach, only realize that the chains had merely been run out a couple of feet, not released entirely - just enough to put him on his knees.
Saxon kicked Jack in the chest and then tutted at a resultant stain on his shoe. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Lucy had stayed where he'd put her, on the floor, and nodded. Everything was in its proper place.
He squatted down in front of Jack, and grabbed him by the hair, forcing eye contact. "How could you be so stupid?" he asked, half laughing and apparently without a care in the world - although a twitching muscle in his jaw suggested otherwise.
Jack realized that Saxon was unbuttoning his trousers as he spoke and everything became clear. He spat on Saxon's pristine white shirt, which was just about all he could do at that point. Inwardly, he seethed with anger - at himself. He shouldn't have succumbed to temptation.
The Master ignored Jack's defiant gesture and, with an ease of movement that suggested this was nothing new, forced Jack's battered mouth on to his cock. Blood, spit and a complete disregard for a gag reflex - or even Jack's need to breathe - made it that much easier. Reflexively, Jack tried to bite, only to learn that Saxon had done a thorough job of destroying his only defense.
"As I'm sure you'll notice, freak," Saxon said a little breathlessly. "Lucy and I taste nothing alike."
Jack screwed his eyes shut and did what he hoped was the most annoying thing possible. He went limp. It wasn't easy, almost choking on the cock of someone so despised, but Jack did his best, slumping against the chains and keeping his mouth slack. Saxon twisted his hand in Jack's hair, almost tearing it out by the roots. "Don't," he warned, "Or I'll do this to luscious Ms. Tish, next."
Shit. Jack couldn't take the chance that Saxon meant it. He shifted a little, and braced himself against the onslaught. If he was lucky, maybe his mouth would heal before The Master came.
But luck wasn't on Jack's side. The sight of Jack bruised, bloody and on his knees had an aphrodisiac effect on Saxon and in less that a minute, Jack felt Saxon's cock swell and spurt in the back of his throat. Jack gagged and tried not to swallow. For some reason, that would have been adding insult to injury. He spat on the deck, even as his chains jerked him back to his feet.
Jack glared at Saxon. He didn't want to give the Time Lord the satisfaction of seeing anything but anger and defiance from him.
Saxon shrugged with the ease of a man who knew he'd just won a fight. He grabbed Lucy - wide-eyed, silent and stinking of fear - and hauled her to her feet. "Come along, darling. We need to discuss your shocking taste in lovers." He announced, dragging her away.
Jack watched them go, trying to ignore the pricklings of conscience. He spat another mouthful of blood to the floor and twitched involuntarily as flesh knitted back into shape, but it was only a momentary distraction. He sighed. He shouldn't have given in to the temptation for revenge. Jack prided himself on resiliency, on an ability to come back from anything - even before Rose and the Tardis changed him apparently forever. But Lucy? He shook his head.
I'm not going to feel sorry for her, damn it. I'm not!
But the doubt lingered.
***
Afterword from fangrrl_squees
I'm going to the special fanfic hell, aren't I?
Strangely enough, I'm not usually a fan of honest-to-god non-con (versus the more prevalent 'oh noes! Don't throw me in the briar patch!' non-con that one sees here and there), and it's something I've only written (*thinks*) once before in nearly 20 years of word-bashing1. Smashed teeth are a major squick of mine, so where the above came from, I'm not sure.
But, if I had to place blame for the above on a particular plot bunny, it would be the line Lucy and I taste nothing alike, which fell into my head some time ago - during an early draft of Emotional Politics, in fact - around which the scene was built.
Source aside, I don't know about you lot, but I feel like I need to soak my keyboard (and my frontal lobes) in bleach. And I owe my inner Jack a whole heap of cheerful PWP for the stuff I've been doing to him, this week. Especially as there's still two more bits in the works...
1 - twice if you want to stretch a point and squint, but as I believe that only 3 other people in the entire web have read that other story, I'm not going to worry about it. ;)
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Date: 2007-08-28 09:16 pm (UTC)It's ugly and hot in that really dirty YUCKY way, isn't it? *thinks she needs to scrub her eyeballs a bit*
Wow. I do find the line "Lucy and I taste nothing alike" a really tempting plot bunny. Really, really tempting.
*wonders if she could convincingly write Jack watching the Master forcibly take Lucy and then have it plausible for Jack to get it on with Lucy and have the Master say that line. Probably not.*
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Date: 2007-08-28 09:28 pm (UTC)Yep, I'm definitely going to the special hell...
Thanks for having the guts to make it all the way through that one!
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Date: 2007-08-28 10:11 pm (UTC)For instance, for this to work, I think there needs to be two stories. The first is just Lucy/Jack where she brings him to her bedroom and has a bit of fun. That is going to be fairly boring Lucy/Jack, the only purpose is to have Jack perform oral on Lucy to know what she tastes like. The second story is Lucy/Master and Lucy/Jack, with the Master saying that great line to Jack (and yeah, having Jack say that line to the Master opens up an entirely different can of bunnies).
Drabble 1
Jack breathed in. The heavy smell of jasmine filled his head. It was familiar, but he couldn't place it. The floor, however, wasn't. It was soft, a sharp contrast from the hard metal bench and grated floor he typically slept on. Jack rubbed his eyes, the metal chains clinking against each other, and looked around the room.
I've been in here before. The lighting was soft, supplied by many flickering candles. This is Lucy's room. He felt himself growing hard at the memories.
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The Master fell, spent beside Lucy. She turned on her side to face him, away from Jack's eyes. The curve of her ass was perfect, heart-shaped and smooth. Her skin glowed. Jack heard her whispering in her lover's ear but could not make out what. The Master stroked her hair and ran his hand down the side of her body. It lingered on her hips for a moment and then grabbed her as he pulled her close for a long kiss. With a sigh, the Master collapsed back into the bed and Lucy sat up. She turned to Jack.
"I hope that you enjoyed the show, Jack." She smiled and stood. She started walking towards him. "Because now, I get to play with you."
She took her time and Jack's eyes soaked in every inch of her. The bite marks on her neck and collarbones were darkening, as well as the bruise on her upper arms where the Master held her down. He saw the twinkle of sweat on her skin, the moistness at her groin and the trickle of something else down her leg. She was a used thing, and it stirred something in him that he could not explain.
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Date: 2007-08-28 10:38 pm (UTC)These are brilliant. Where do I send the 58 cents and the bus ticket to? I'm assuming you don't want the dust bunny...
(and now I have a mental image of a can, bulging with fluffy evil, c/o "can of bunnies". It's cute, in a really scary way)
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Date: 2007-08-28 09:32 pm (UTC)*giggles maniacally*
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Date: 2007-08-28 10:36 pm (UTC)DAMN YOU.
I've thought of a way to make it work, mostly.
And it would be faaaaabulous revenge on Jack's part.
Which would only make things worse for Lucy.
Which would build on that tiny little *hint* of Stockholm Syndrome/misplaced sympathy that's growing in Jack's head.
Damn, damn, damn.
Gah! I don't want to write that fic, really I don't. Could you hurry up and do it, pls? ;)
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Date: 2007-08-28 10:39 pm (UTC)Uh, never mind. :)
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Date: 2007-08-28 11:34 pm (UTC)no subject
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