Fic: Torchwood: Body (Jack/OFC)
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bioathensTITLE: Body
RATING: NC-17 Dark, mature, S&M, torture, assisted suicide, lots of four letter words.
SPOILERS: Countrycide
PAIRINGS: Jack/OFC
SUMMARY: "You need to know something! A long time ago, I was pretty good at torture…" Someone pays Jack a visit, from a past he wouldn't like to hear from.
WORDS: 5361
A/N: A lil prezzie for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
starfirenz, who wanted fics about Jack's confession about how he used to be a torturer.
Jack Harkness liked bodies.
He liked the feel of them. Liked running his hands over the bumps and curves and holes. He liked how soft they were, or how hard they were, or how soft gave way to hard or the other way round. He liked the smells, the tastes, even the noises they made, like the gurgle he could hear when he put his ear to a stomach, or the heartbeats that sounded so much like they were underwater.
He liked to get inside them, to make them feel things they didn't know they could feel, to feel them responding to his every little touch and movement.
A lot of times when he met people, he sized them up for their sweet spots before saying hello. Now-a-days he was getting better at doing both at the same time. He was a good profiler and he usually guessed them on his first or second try, except for the tiny things that always surprised him later when he found out. He loved those, too.
When a stranger walked into the Hub while Gwen, Owen and Tosh were out in the field, he had her mentally pinned down just as fast as he realized she wasn't supposed to be there, and just as fast as he thought there was definitely something about her that he recognized. Long legs in soft, worn jeans, dark eyes. Hair that just kissed the bottom of her ears. Her shirt had a front and a back but it was open at the sides and her body was tanned and strong and smooth like gymnast. And she was walking toward him like she knew him.
"How did you get in here?" he said. He was trying to put a name to her face, and it was giving him a bad feeling.
She stepped around the railing, canting her hips up, pulling his eyes down the curve of her back to the curve of her thighs… He stopped when he realized that his eyes were going right where she wanted them to, not where he should be putting them. She was distracting him and it was working.
"Who are you?" he said.
"I'm disappointed," she said. She walked down the stairs, stretching her legs to take each stair under her. She obviously knew what she was doing. She was so naturally seductive that he almost didn't notice that she was seducing him. "Do you always fuck and forget? Or was I just forgettable?"
He laughed nervously. "Believe me, I don't think I could forget fucking you." She walked up to him, and his nose tickled. She was wearing something, some kind of sex pheromone in a vanilla oil base. He tried to figure out how she'd gotten that, but his tongue was wondering what it would taste like warm off her skin and his cock was getting the idea that it might like some time between those thighs…
"I've done my homework, Jack Harkness," she said, reaching for his chest and then pulling back to examine her nails. "I like that name. What happened to the owner? Is he dead or just tied up in a closet somewhere? And with or without his clothes?"
She stepped closer. Jack knew he should step back but he didn't want to.
"Did you fuck him too?"
Her voice was so dark, so sweet, like molasses. He wanted to taste it. His mouth was watering.
She turned around and walked away, sticking her thumb into her belt loops. "It was easy to get in here. Your boy toy out there isn't much use. I was going to offer to take him off your hands."
"Ianto?" Jack asked. "What did you do with him?"
She looked back over her shoulder and smiled at him. She tongued something by her teeth and opened her mouth. A small white capsule sat on the tip of her tongue and after a second she hid it again. "He's sleeping like a baby. It was Ianto? You taught him well. He swallowed it right down."
He ran at her and grabbed her arms. She grabbed his hips, pushing forward and leaning up to kiss him, grinding her crotch into his. He could feel her laughing into his mouth when he went hard from the perfume and her hands and her mouth on his.
"That wasn't exactly what I was doing," he said.
"No. You wanted to subdue me. To get some answers out of me. You just had to ask." Her hands were doing things with his belt that made it difficult to think. "I'm here with the name Jade Koresh. Last we fucked, you called me Joan the Shank."
Now he didn't need to worry about drooling, because now his mouth was dry. "Fuck," he said.
"If you want to."
"I didn't recognize you."
"It's been a few hundred years," Jade said. "I've been watching. You took over Torchwood, got immortal. I guess that remembering poor little me wasn't a big issue."
He backed off but she stepped with him, keeping her hips against his hips, moving back and forth against him.
"I came all the way back to the twenty-first century to see you," she said. "Stop running away."
"Get away from me," he said. "I don't know why you came here but those days are over. I don't work for… I don't work like that any more."
"More's the pity. You were the best." She leaned in. He could feel her breasts pushing into his chest, soft under her hard body. She was heating him up, partly because he was getting really fucking aroused and she could feel it pressing up between her legs, and partly because she was hot as the fucking sun. "Maybe not the best. The best 'sides anyone but me."
"One question:" he said. "What do you want here?"
"You. Actually, that twisted head of yours," she said, slipping her hand between their groins. "I have someone for you to interrogate."
Jack pushed her off his hips. She smiled at him. "And what's in it for me?"
"I'll give your boy toy the wake-up pill," she said. "And I'll won't sell how to get into your base to the highest bidder. And if you're very, very good… You might get something else." She gave his cock a friendly squeeze.
"I don't really… I don't do torture any more," Jack said.
Jade smiled. "Yes you do. You lived on it. You know and I know, Jack, that you don't ever cure addictions, you just lapse a bit… and I know your addiction." She stopped touching him. "You like to hear them scream."
He closed his eyes and remembered the screams. And they did feel good, for a second, before he was horrified at what he'd done.
"Curious, aren't you?" she asked. "Come on. Come with me. You're playing the Jekyll down here but all I want is the Hyde. See if it's still in you…"
Jack was going to refuse and thought that he'd refused, except that two minutes later they'd both teleported onto her ship. Oops. He wasn't sure what part of his anatomy made that decision for him, but he knew it wasn't his brain.
Jade took him to one of the cells and opened it up. "I want some information out of him, but he's a stubborn one," she said. "Look at him. He's sleeping." She leaned back against the doorframe, crossing her legs. "I wore him out. Oops. but he'll wake up in a bit, he never sleeps for long."
It was only a boy. Jack could see his shoulders red with scars under the rags he wore. He was so thin he was almost emaciated. His hair was long and tangled and bronze. Jack could tell just by the way he was lying and the marks on his frail body what Jade had done to him, and he had to step outside.
"I'll give you all the time you want," Jade called after him. He started walking, trying to lose himself in the halls of her ship.
~
Jade left him alone until he came looking for her. He walked in the door to her studio, what she called her biggest torture chamber. Jade lay on a clean metal table with her hand dangling off the edge.
"You came all the way to earth to find me so I could break a child?" he said.
"I did, and do you know why?" she asked. "Because I'm getting bored."
"You might be getting bored but not with him," Jack said. "Those marks were new. If you're getting bored you have something else you're bored with…"
"We used to be great," she said, putting herself up on her elbows. "We used to be so great together. There was no one we couldn't break. Human. Not human. Remember the difference between us?"
"You had a stick up your ass so far it poked our your heart," Jack said.
"And you went fishing around in there for it every chance I gave you," she said. "I was good. What made me so good was I studied, and I knew all about pain receptors and what drugs to give them and how to keep everyone awake. I was an artist." She flicked some hair back out of her eyes. "A scientist. A professional. I learned on books. You learned on people."
"You were a monster," Jack said. "You didn't care what you did to people. You just wanted a result."
"You were a monster. You cared too much." She lay back and parted her knees. "I knew exactly what to say no matter how they begged. I did my job and I did a damn good job and the Agency paid me a shit ton of money. They gave me all the really important missions. But for the long, hard ones, they always looked for you. Do you remember why, Jack?" She repositioned her ass, licking her lips suggestively. "You enjoyed it."
He was enjoying this. A bit more than he should. A lot more than he wanted to.
She rolled onto one arm and pushed herself up. "You dog," she said, smiling and showing all her teeth. "They gave you a ship and food and enough money for toys and you went and tortured whoever they wanted to. Because. You. Enjoyed it."
"Who was that guy?" Jack said.
"Come here and I'll tell you," Jade said. "Come here like a good dog."
Jack went to her. "Tell me who he is."
She leaned over the edge of the table, sticking her hand between Jack's legs and running it up the inside of his trousers until she hit his balls. She cupped her hand around them, pushing them up and back toward the pubic bone. "God, I hate you."
He leaned over, grabbing her shoulder and pushing her back down on the table. She didn't resist, but she kept her hand on him, rubbing long and slow. "Who?"
"I always hated you," she said. "Even when we were fucking. I hated the way you got off on people screaming. I hated the way you made a mess and didn't clean up after yourself. I hated the way I had a better pay scale and you were getting more out of the job than me." She moved her hand up, batting at his cock with her thumb, and toyed with his belt buckle. The pressure in his groin was getting hard to stand.
"The boy," Jack said. He was hissing through his teeth, seeing her laying back and vulnerable. Except she wasn't really vulnerable. "Who. Is he?"
She worked his shirt free of his belt and slid her hand up under it, over his stomach. Then she dragged her nails in and down to fist in his belt and drag him in closer. "You want to know?"
He staggered forward, putting his hands on her shoulders and pushing her down, trying to push her through the metal table. She undid his belt, slowly, teasing him, pulling it out of the belt loops so he could feel it tug against his hips. "I want to know," he said.
She flicked the belt against his thigh and dropped it so that she could work on his fly. "Maybe I won't tell you. Maybe I'll make you "question" me. Would you like that? Do you want to make me scream?" She pulled his hand to her stomach, to the zipper on her jeans. "I got these for you. Blending in with two thousand seven. Show me how you take them off in the twenty-first century and if you're very good I'll tell you something."
Jack hadn't ever needed encouraging. He popped the snap and pulled the zipper down. Jade wasn't wearing anything under her jeans, and he ran his hand down her mound. Her hair was as smooth and springy as he remembered. "You like these games, don't you?"
"Like you do. You've got blood in your eyes, Jack. Come on!" She thrust her hips up under his hand, working his pants down with one hand. "Get up and get up here. Just like old times."
He never needed to be told twice. He pulled her pants down and stepped out of his, pushing himself onto the table and pulling off her shirt while she undid his buttons. "Here's to old times."
She grabbed his hips, pulling him down to where he could just feet her heat on the tip of his dick. "Come on, Jack, you know there's no one like me." She moved up, sliding her slit over the very tip of him. "Come on."
He pushed down and she scooted back, keeping him just at her entrance. She pulled his shirt up over him, teasing him with the fabric, making him feel every inch and every stitch against his skin before putting her hands on his chest, running her fingertips around his nipples, pushing in just enough with her fingernails. "So I guess you're not out of practice."
"Didn't think I'd stop havng sex after you?" she said in a low sultry whisper. "You're good Jack, but you're not that good. And right now you're fucking like a girl." She slapped him.
He growled and plunged in, feeling her warmth and wetness slide over every inch of his cock. "You want to see how I fuck?" He put his mouth by her eyes, thrusting in.
"I want to see how you fuck," she said, putting her hands around to cup his ass, pulling him in tighter and tighter. "I want to see how you fuck knowing there's a half dead kid in the other room waiting for you. I want to see how hard that makes you…"
He snarled and hit her across the face, hitting her head back into the metal. She bucked hard, throwing her weight against his chest, and they rolled off the table. He heard her knees hit and his head smacked the ground and he saw stars, and he felt nauseous while she closed a hand over his throat.
"Fuck," she said. She ordered, she commanded, she decreed. She was like a goddess on top of him. "Come on. Good dog."
She rocked back on him and he put his hands up, covering her breasts, feeling the hard nipples nuzzling his palms. He couldn't move without dizziness rolling him but that would only last so long. He twisted his hands, tightening them into fists.
"Yes!" She was getting high and ragged, losing her breath. "God, Jack, give me what I remember. I remember you used to…"
He rolled her over, pushing down with all his weight, ignoring, no, savoring the splitting pain in his skull, twisting her skin and plowing between her legs and deep into her as he would go. Her hands shot up to his face, clawing his cheeks and up over his cheekbones and past his eyes, making fists in his hair and dragging his head down.
"You don't… win this one!" He grunted, pulling her up and knocking her into the floor again.
"You don't either," she said, twisting under him and wrenching his neck. He gasped and rolled away and she rolled on top of him again, rocking harder and faster, coming up and slamming down on him, and she hit him hard across the mouth with one hand and split his lip wide open. He tasted blood and she smelled like sweat and sex and vanilla and was coming down harder and harder on him and he had his hands on her ribs, pushing her back on every upstroke, and she was grunting and growling like an animal, harder and tighter, her knees up by his armpits, trying to bruise him, and he reached up to roll her again when her back arched and she gasped and came hard.
For a second she was loose and soft and then she was almost climbing off him but he grabbed her hips and dragged her back, one more roll pushed them into the wall, and he ground into her and held her pushed against the wall, pounding into the cold metal every time he thrusted, until he couldn't hold on any more and exploded into her.
He collapsed and felt the cold metal floor on his skin. Jade cupped his cheek in her hand, running her thumb down between his lips to feel his blood. "Fuck," she said. This time it was a comment. "It doesn't get old."
"We got sidetracked," Jack said. "I think you were going to tell me something."
She snuggled up to him, pushing herself into his crooks and angles. "That kid isn't a kid," she said. "How old does he look to you?"
She was so warm like this, especially when he could only compare her to the floor. And she smelled like so many delicious things, and both of them smelled like sweat and come. "Fifteen. Sixteen maybe."
She laughed, sounding dark and sticky and sweet. "Try thirty, maybe forty. He's not human. Guess what he is?"
Jade was doing something very interesting with her legs, her vag, and his spent cock. "You think we can stop playing games?"
"You think we have anything left but playing games?" She eased her thumb over his teeth. He could taste her skin, salty with her sweat and his sweat. He could taste his blood, hot and coppery.
"You have a point," he said. "What species?"
She leaned over him, putting her lips on his ear. "He's a Time Lord."
Jack recoiled, pulling out of her and scrambling away. "What? That's impossible!"
"A deserter," she said, rolling onto her hands and knees and looking up at him. She was bruising in beautiful patterns. "That war they fought. Whatever war that finished them off and ruined every planet in their way. He ran away from it, I found him and hid him away, mine all mine. See this ship, Jack?" She smiled and her teeth were bloody. "This is super-stealth. Invisible to radar, sonar, scans, telepathy…"
"You have a Time Lord?" Jack said. His heart was racing, even faster than the fuck had made it race. "You were torturing a Time Lord?"
"Maybe the last one in the universe," Jade said.
"He's…" Jack didn't want Jade coming anywhere near the Doctor, his Doctor. He couldn't tell her that there was one more left. "You can't do that. You can't torture a Time Lord."
"Oh, why the hell not?" She stood up and looked down at him, walking to the table to collect her clothing, not that she cared if he saw her naked. "Holier-than-thou bastards. They wiped out half the Agency planets, they got what was coming to them."
"No, I mean you really can't torture a Time Lord," Jack said. "You have to let him go."
Jade looked at him like he was vomit and shit. "They aren't any scarier than humans. They're really better, more room for mistakes. If I kill him he'll just regenerate, no harm no foul."
"He's just a boy," Jack said.
"He's a Time Lord. There's no such thing as boys with them." She stepped into her jeans, zipping them up slowly. "What the fuck do you care? You've done younger kids than him."
"Listen," he said. "A lot has changed since we worked together. You don't have any idea how much has changed."
"I know how much," she said with a look at his groin. "You'd be puppying at the chance when I knew you. You would be so fucking turned on right now. What happened?" She walked back to him, still shirtless, and looked into his eyes. "Was it those two years? What did they take from you?"
"I don't know," he said. "What's so great about him? Why did you come all the way to Earth to get me? What could a boy have that you would possible want?"
She licked her lips. "You want to know, Jack? It's pretty good. It could buy your memories back a thousand times. How to get to every Time Lord planet. I want salvager's rights, Jack. The Time Lords must have more riches than anyone and I want to get to them."
"And what will you do when you're rich? Will that be worth it? For destroying a boy's life?"
"He's not a boy, stop calling him a boy," she said. Her voice got loud and angry. "I'll buy myself back from the Time Agency and then I'll do whatever I want. Maybe I'll be a freelancer. There are so many armies that would love me to join them."
"You're not anything else, are you?" Jack asked. "I might have enjoyed it but I was never just a torturer."
"What else were you? Huh?" Jade stood akimbo. "You had nothing but torture. I'd play poker with my mates and you would jerk off, thinking about hurting people. I went to a concerto and you trolled the job listings. So what else were you?"
Jack thought but he couldn't come up with an answer. He couldn't remember parts of his life that weren't tied in with pain back then. He thought maybe he did and kept thinking of things like breakfasts and long flights through beautiful solar systems, but he remembered reading mission reports at his breakfasts and he only had one reason to travel.
"Yeah," Jade said. "Get that right. Maybe you're something more now and maybe you know how pathetic you were back then, but don't you ever forget it. And maybe you don't get the thrill anymore. But I bet part of you does. Deep down inside you." She wiped her hair back. "Come on, Jekyll. Part of you wants this."
Jack licked his lips. Jade was making him feel things he hadn't felt for years. Part of him did want that. A big part, wrongly.
"Give me as much time as I want," Jack said. "No cameras."
Jade smiled. She looked so turned on, so sexy, half-naked and flushing at the thought of his cruelty. "Deal."
~
Jack walked into the room and circled the edge instinctively. He was unconsciously falling into the role of a questioner: intimidate first, hurt later. The boy was awake now, and looked at him. He looked scared, but also resigned.
"Hey," Jack said, and stopped circling when he saw the boy's neck turning to follow him. He tried to make his voice sound gentle, but his instincts said to make it sound hard. The air smelled like blood and boy, like fear and sweat with a light edge of piss and vomit. He hadn't been living in his own filth but Jade hadn't been paying attention to cleaning him recently. "Hey," Jack said. "It's okay. I want to help you."
The boy hunched. He Jack couldn't stop thinking about how hurtable he was. From the way he was sitting a few of his ribs on one side were already broken. Break a few on the other side and he wouldn't be able to hunch. Or he could put a needle through his stomach, same effect, with the added bonus of infections. He shook his head.
"Do you understand me?"
The boy blinked, and Jack saw he was crying. He walked to him and knelt in front of him, taking his chin gently. His face was bruised, and Jack tried not to hold him too tightly.
"I'm sorry for what she did to you," he said. "I'm not with her." The bruises were expert. She'd broken a lot of the blood vessels under the skin of his jaw and neck. That was probably for his esteem, and Jack knew he'd find an unbreakable mirror somewhere in the room. She'd also broken his cheekbone, and that was another good place for a needle… Jack used to keep a box of them handy in his coat pocket. "I know you don't think you can trust me," he said. "I can't blame you. She would try exactly this trick to get to you. But I swear to you on… on Gallifrey," he said, making himself think about Time Lords and not torture. "I swear I'm here to help you."
"You can't help me," the boy said. His voice was raspy and too old for him.
"I can," Jack said. "Just give me a chance."
"Just kill me," the boy said.
"I won't do that," Jack said. "I'm so sorry for what she did to you, but I can get you out."
The boy looked at his hands. He turned his hands over, rubbing at the webby bit between his thumb and his palm.
"Listen," Jack said. "You're not the last. There's another Time Lord out there."
"Doesn't matter," he said. "He won't want me. I ran away from the war. I deserted. I'm a coward."
"So am I," Jack said. "He took me in. And I'm just a human."
"He's called the Doctor," Jack said, hoping it would trigger something in the boy. He just shook his head.
"I heard about him."
"He helps people," Jack said. "He can help you. I promise he can help you. If I take you off of this ship he'll be telepathically aware of you and you can…"
"I want to die," the boy said. "I need to die."
Jack shook his head. "You don't need to die. You need someone to care for you."
"You don't know what they say about him," the boy said and started trembling. "And you don't know what… what… what…"
He was a real wreck. Jade had broken him and Jack thought the only reason he hadn't told her where the Time Lord planets were was that he didn't know. He wondered how long it took her to break him, and it couldn't have been long. She was right, she was a professional. She was better, or was it worse, than him. Had he broken after a day? A Week? It couldn't have been longer. And Jade just kept going.
"I can kill you if that's really what you want," Jack said. "But you shouldn't want that." He didn't think the boy would be convinced, so he added "Please. The Doctor can fix everything."
The boy looked up at him. "How long is a year on your planet?"
The question surprised Jack. "How long?" He thought. "On Earth?"
"How long is a year on Earth?"
"Three hundred and sixty-five days," Jack said. "Six months. Fifty-two weeks."
"I know," the boy said. "I know what a day is. And she's had me here, for…"
Jack put a hand on his shoulder.
"For three years."
Jack's hand clenched.
"I don't want to keep living," he said. "This is all I am now. I don't even want to regenerate. I just want to go. Please."
Jack really hating realizing there was nothing he could do. "What's your name?"
"Chandrasekhar," the boy said. He looked up at Jack and saw that he didn't remember it all. "Chandra."
"Chandrasekhar," he said, and picked up one of the knives from the tray Jade left for him. It felt good to have one back in his hands and he thought of all the ways he could hurt someone with it. How much he used to love doing this to people, making them so they became just reacting bodies instead of thinking people, and how good he was and how much he loved taking them apart. Finding all the sweet spots for pain and cutting them up and making them scream and hiss and bleed. Turning them inside out so they felt more pain than they knew how to feel. It felt good and he didn't want it to, and it made him sick to his stomach. "I'm going to try not to hurt you but this is going to hurt. Do you understand?"
Chandra put his head down. Jack put one arm around his back and pulled him into a hug.
"If I ever see him again I'm going to tell the Doctor about you," he said. "I'm so sorry."
Chandra put his hands on Jack's coat and grabbed the fabric.
The knife still felt so good. He could feel Chandra shaking against him.
"I'm so sorry," he said, and put the knife at the back of Chandra's neck, and pulled it in and across as gently as he could.
Chandra went rigid against him and clawed at his coat and grabbed him again, and then swayed a little, and fainted. He collapsed forward and bled out, staining the rags that he wore for a shirt, staining Jack's shirt and his knife and his arm and hand. He didn't regenerate. He just died, and Jack just held him.
"I'm sorry."
~
After an hour Jade came in. Jack was still holding the boy's body. "What the…"
"As it turned out he didn't know anything," Jack said, and the next thing he knew there was a gun at the back of his head. He could almost tell what it was from the feel of the barrel… from how heavy it was against his neck.
"You know what gets me is this won't kill you," she said, and she pulled the trigger and he died.
~
He woke up with his hands and feet tied together, and there was something cold and heavy tied around his stomach and a clean, thick gag in his mouth. Jade was standing over him with a pair of goggles on. The hatch to her ship was open and he could see clouds below him.
"Wffwvfwffy?" Jack said.
"I used to be like you once," she said, having to yell over the wind blowing past them. "I did my duty and sometimes I was even kind… but they bred that out of me. Thought I could always count as you to be worse than me."
Jack looked down at his stomach and saw a flat weight, the kind you could use to crush someone slowly with enough of them. "Hfvwrvfhwvhfwvh!" He didn't think she was with the Agency any more. They'd probably done something to her like they'd done to him, or maybe she just found her breaking point. What did it take to break someone who broke everyone? Did that break you after long enough? He wanted to help her but he didn't think she'd let him.
"Go to hell" she said, and put her foot on his hip. "Go all the way down to hell." She rolled him out the hatch.
He remembered the first few seconds of falling, just until he came out below the clouds and saw the ocean below him. Then he closed his eyes. Then he didn't remember anything for a while except for noises that sounded like heart beats underwater.
~
Torchwood eventually found him – he had a GPS in his wristwatch, standard Torchwood equipment – and pulled him up from the bottom of the ocean. He could tell by their eyes that they weren't used to seeing him come back from the dead yet.
"Did anyone find a boy''s body on the ocean floor with me?" Jack asked.
Owen looked at Toshiko like she was responsible. "We didn't exactly do a thorough search."
"I want you to," Jack said. "Tosh, make it happen."
It took a while for them to stop making sure he was OK. "Ianto told us about the intruder," Gwen told him. "We saw what she did to you, with the weight…"
"It wasn't anything like what she could have done," Jack said.
"We lost you for about a week," Owen said. "You going to tell us what happened?"
Jack looked at all of them. How much did they need to know about what happened? How much did they need to know about him? "I got a visit from my past," was all he said.
"Must not have been a very nice one," Tosh said gently.
"No," Jack said. "I have my share of demons." He decided that he would never, never tell them how many of them wore his face. What he was afraid of is that somehow, they'd find out anyway.
RATING: NC-17 Dark, mature, S&M, torture, assisted suicide, lots of four letter words.
SPOILERS: Countrycide
PAIRINGS: Jack/OFC
SUMMARY: "You need to know something! A long time ago, I was pretty good at torture…" Someone pays Jack a visit, from a past he wouldn't like to hear from.
WORDS: 5361
A/N: A lil prezzie for
starfirenz, who wanted fics about Jack's confession about how he used to be a torturer.Jack Harkness liked bodies.
He liked the feel of them. Liked running his hands over the bumps and curves and holes. He liked how soft they were, or how hard they were, or how soft gave way to hard or the other way round. He liked the smells, the tastes, even the noises they made, like the gurgle he could hear when he put his ear to a stomach, or the heartbeats that sounded so much like they were underwater.
He liked to get inside them, to make them feel things they didn't know they could feel, to feel them responding to his every little touch and movement.
A lot of times when he met people, he sized them up for their sweet spots before saying hello. Now-a-days he was getting better at doing both at the same time. He was a good profiler and he usually guessed them on his first or second try, except for the tiny things that always surprised him later when he found out. He loved those, too.
When a stranger walked into the Hub while Gwen, Owen and Tosh were out in the field, he had her mentally pinned down just as fast as he realized she wasn't supposed to be there, and just as fast as he thought there was definitely something about her that he recognized. Long legs in soft, worn jeans, dark eyes. Hair that just kissed the bottom of her ears. Her shirt had a front and a back but it was open at the sides and her body was tanned and strong and smooth like gymnast. And she was walking toward him like she knew him.
"How did you get in here?" he said. He was trying to put a name to her face, and it was giving him a bad feeling.
She stepped around the railing, canting her hips up, pulling his eyes down the curve of her back to the curve of her thighs… He stopped when he realized that his eyes were going right where she wanted them to, not where he should be putting them. She was distracting him and it was working.
"Who are you?" he said.
"I'm disappointed," she said. She walked down the stairs, stretching her legs to take each stair under her. She obviously knew what she was doing. She was so naturally seductive that he almost didn't notice that she was seducing him. "Do you always fuck and forget? Or was I just forgettable?"
He laughed nervously. "Believe me, I don't think I could forget fucking you." She walked up to him, and his nose tickled. She was wearing something, some kind of sex pheromone in a vanilla oil base. He tried to figure out how she'd gotten that, but his tongue was wondering what it would taste like warm off her skin and his cock was getting the idea that it might like some time between those thighs…
"I've done my homework, Jack Harkness," she said, reaching for his chest and then pulling back to examine her nails. "I like that name. What happened to the owner? Is he dead or just tied up in a closet somewhere? And with or without his clothes?"
She stepped closer. Jack knew he should step back but he didn't want to.
"Did you fuck him too?"
Her voice was so dark, so sweet, like molasses. He wanted to taste it. His mouth was watering.
She turned around and walked away, sticking her thumb into her belt loops. "It was easy to get in here. Your boy toy out there isn't much use. I was going to offer to take him off your hands."
"Ianto?" Jack asked. "What did you do with him?"
She looked back over her shoulder and smiled at him. She tongued something by her teeth and opened her mouth. A small white capsule sat on the tip of her tongue and after a second she hid it again. "He's sleeping like a baby. It was Ianto? You taught him well. He swallowed it right down."
He ran at her and grabbed her arms. She grabbed his hips, pushing forward and leaning up to kiss him, grinding her crotch into his. He could feel her laughing into his mouth when he went hard from the perfume and her hands and her mouth on his.
"That wasn't exactly what I was doing," he said.
"No. You wanted to subdue me. To get some answers out of me. You just had to ask." Her hands were doing things with his belt that made it difficult to think. "I'm here with the name Jade Koresh. Last we fucked, you called me Joan the Shank."
Now he didn't need to worry about drooling, because now his mouth was dry. "Fuck," he said.
"If you want to."
"I didn't recognize you."
"It's been a few hundred years," Jade said. "I've been watching. You took over Torchwood, got immortal. I guess that remembering poor little me wasn't a big issue."
He backed off but she stepped with him, keeping her hips against his hips, moving back and forth against him.
"I came all the way back to the twenty-first century to see you," she said. "Stop running away."
"Get away from me," he said. "I don't know why you came here but those days are over. I don't work for… I don't work like that any more."
"More's the pity. You were the best." She leaned in. He could feel her breasts pushing into his chest, soft under her hard body. She was heating him up, partly because he was getting really fucking aroused and she could feel it pressing up between her legs, and partly because she was hot as the fucking sun. "Maybe not the best. The best 'sides anyone but me."
"One question:" he said. "What do you want here?"
"You. Actually, that twisted head of yours," she said, slipping her hand between their groins. "I have someone for you to interrogate."
Jack pushed her off his hips. She smiled at him. "And what's in it for me?"
"I'll give your boy toy the wake-up pill," she said. "And I'll won't sell how to get into your base to the highest bidder. And if you're very, very good… You might get something else." She gave his cock a friendly squeeze.
"I don't really… I don't do torture any more," Jack said.
Jade smiled. "Yes you do. You lived on it. You know and I know, Jack, that you don't ever cure addictions, you just lapse a bit… and I know your addiction." She stopped touching him. "You like to hear them scream."
He closed his eyes and remembered the screams. And they did feel good, for a second, before he was horrified at what he'd done.
"Curious, aren't you?" she asked. "Come on. Come with me. You're playing the Jekyll down here but all I want is the Hyde. See if it's still in you…"
Jack was going to refuse and thought that he'd refused, except that two minutes later they'd both teleported onto her ship. Oops. He wasn't sure what part of his anatomy made that decision for him, but he knew it wasn't his brain.
Jade took him to one of the cells and opened it up. "I want some information out of him, but he's a stubborn one," she said. "Look at him. He's sleeping." She leaned back against the doorframe, crossing her legs. "I wore him out. Oops. but he'll wake up in a bit, he never sleeps for long."
It was only a boy. Jack could see his shoulders red with scars under the rags he wore. He was so thin he was almost emaciated. His hair was long and tangled and bronze. Jack could tell just by the way he was lying and the marks on his frail body what Jade had done to him, and he had to step outside.
"I'll give you all the time you want," Jade called after him. He started walking, trying to lose himself in the halls of her ship.
~
Jade left him alone until he came looking for her. He walked in the door to her studio, what she called her biggest torture chamber. Jade lay on a clean metal table with her hand dangling off the edge.
"You came all the way to earth to find me so I could break a child?" he said.
"I did, and do you know why?" she asked. "Because I'm getting bored."
"You might be getting bored but not with him," Jack said. "Those marks were new. If you're getting bored you have something else you're bored with…"
"We used to be great," she said, putting herself up on her elbows. "We used to be so great together. There was no one we couldn't break. Human. Not human. Remember the difference between us?"
"You had a stick up your ass so far it poked our your heart," Jack said.
"And you went fishing around in there for it every chance I gave you," she said. "I was good. What made me so good was I studied, and I knew all about pain receptors and what drugs to give them and how to keep everyone awake. I was an artist." She flicked some hair back out of her eyes. "A scientist. A professional. I learned on books. You learned on people."
"You were a monster," Jack said. "You didn't care what you did to people. You just wanted a result."
"You were a monster. You cared too much." She lay back and parted her knees. "I knew exactly what to say no matter how they begged. I did my job and I did a damn good job and the Agency paid me a shit ton of money. They gave me all the really important missions. But for the long, hard ones, they always looked for you. Do you remember why, Jack?" She repositioned her ass, licking her lips suggestively. "You enjoyed it."
He was enjoying this. A bit more than he should. A lot more than he wanted to.
She rolled onto one arm and pushed herself up. "You dog," she said, smiling and showing all her teeth. "They gave you a ship and food and enough money for toys and you went and tortured whoever they wanted to. Because. You. Enjoyed it."
"Who was that guy?" Jack said.
"Come here and I'll tell you," Jade said. "Come here like a good dog."
Jack went to her. "Tell me who he is."
She leaned over the edge of the table, sticking her hand between Jack's legs and running it up the inside of his trousers until she hit his balls. She cupped her hand around them, pushing them up and back toward the pubic bone. "God, I hate you."
He leaned over, grabbing her shoulder and pushing her back down on the table. She didn't resist, but she kept her hand on him, rubbing long and slow. "Who?"
"I always hated you," she said. "Even when we were fucking. I hated the way you got off on people screaming. I hated the way you made a mess and didn't clean up after yourself. I hated the way I had a better pay scale and you were getting more out of the job than me." She moved her hand up, batting at his cock with her thumb, and toyed with his belt buckle. The pressure in his groin was getting hard to stand.
"The boy," Jack said. He was hissing through his teeth, seeing her laying back and vulnerable. Except she wasn't really vulnerable. "Who. Is he?"
She worked his shirt free of his belt and slid her hand up under it, over his stomach. Then she dragged her nails in and down to fist in his belt and drag him in closer. "You want to know?"
He staggered forward, putting his hands on her shoulders and pushing her down, trying to push her through the metal table. She undid his belt, slowly, teasing him, pulling it out of the belt loops so he could feel it tug against his hips. "I want to know," he said.
She flicked the belt against his thigh and dropped it so that she could work on his fly. "Maybe I won't tell you. Maybe I'll make you "question" me. Would you like that? Do you want to make me scream?" She pulled his hand to her stomach, to the zipper on her jeans. "I got these for you. Blending in with two thousand seven. Show me how you take them off in the twenty-first century and if you're very good I'll tell you something."
Jack hadn't ever needed encouraging. He popped the snap and pulled the zipper down. Jade wasn't wearing anything under her jeans, and he ran his hand down her mound. Her hair was as smooth and springy as he remembered. "You like these games, don't you?"
"Like you do. You've got blood in your eyes, Jack. Come on!" She thrust her hips up under his hand, working his pants down with one hand. "Get up and get up here. Just like old times."
He never needed to be told twice. He pulled her pants down and stepped out of his, pushing himself onto the table and pulling off her shirt while she undid his buttons. "Here's to old times."
She grabbed his hips, pulling him down to where he could just feet her heat on the tip of his dick. "Come on, Jack, you know there's no one like me." She moved up, sliding her slit over the very tip of him. "Come on."
He pushed down and she scooted back, keeping him just at her entrance. She pulled his shirt up over him, teasing him with the fabric, making him feel every inch and every stitch against his skin before putting her hands on his chest, running her fingertips around his nipples, pushing in just enough with her fingernails. "So I guess you're not out of practice."
"Didn't think I'd stop havng sex after you?" she said in a low sultry whisper. "You're good Jack, but you're not that good. And right now you're fucking like a girl." She slapped him.
He growled and plunged in, feeling her warmth and wetness slide over every inch of his cock. "You want to see how I fuck?" He put his mouth by her eyes, thrusting in.
"I want to see how you fuck," she said, putting her hands around to cup his ass, pulling him in tighter and tighter. "I want to see how you fuck knowing there's a half dead kid in the other room waiting for you. I want to see how hard that makes you…"
He snarled and hit her across the face, hitting her head back into the metal. She bucked hard, throwing her weight against his chest, and they rolled off the table. He heard her knees hit and his head smacked the ground and he saw stars, and he felt nauseous while she closed a hand over his throat.
"Fuck," she said. She ordered, she commanded, she decreed. She was like a goddess on top of him. "Come on. Good dog."
She rocked back on him and he put his hands up, covering her breasts, feeling the hard nipples nuzzling his palms. He couldn't move without dizziness rolling him but that would only last so long. He twisted his hands, tightening them into fists.
"Yes!" She was getting high and ragged, losing her breath. "God, Jack, give me what I remember. I remember you used to…"
He rolled her over, pushing down with all his weight, ignoring, no, savoring the splitting pain in his skull, twisting her skin and plowing between her legs and deep into her as he would go. Her hands shot up to his face, clawing his cheeks and up over his cheekbones and past his eyes, making fists in his hair and dragging his head down.
"You don't… win this one!" He grunted, pulling her up and knocking her into the floor again.
"You don't either," she said, twisting under him and wrenching his neck. He gasped and rolled away and she rolled on top of him again, rocking harder and faster, coming up and slamming down on him, and she hit him hard across the mouth with one hand and split his lip wide open. He tasted blood and she smelled like sweat and sex and vanilla and was coming down harder and harder on him and he had his hands on her ribs, pushing her back on every upstroke, and she was grunting and growling like an animal, harder and tighter, her knees up by his armpits, trying to bruise him, and he reached up to roll her again when her back arched and she gasped and came hard.
For a second she was loose and soft and then she was almost climbing off him but he grabbed her hips and dragged her back, one more roll pushed them into the wall, and he ground into her and held her pushed against the wall, pounding into the cold metal every time he thrusted, until he couldn't hold on any more and exploded into her.
He collapsed and felt the cold metal floor on his skin. Jade cupped his cheek in her hand, running her thumb down between his lips to feel his blood. "Fuck," she said. This time it was a comment. "It doesn't get old."
"We got sidetracked," Jack said. "I think you were going to tell me something."
She snuggled up to him, pushing herself into his crooks and angles. "That kid isn't a kid," she said. "How old does he look to you?"
She was so warm like this, especially when he could only compare her to the floor. And she smelled like so many delicious things, and both of them smelled like sweat and come. "Fifteen. Sixteen maybe."
She laughed, sounding dark and sticky and sweet. "Try thirty, maybe forty. He's not human. Guess what he is?"
Jade was doing something very interesting with her legs, her vag, and his spent cock. "You think we can stop playing games?"
"You think we have anything left but playing games?" She eased her thumb over his teeth. He could taste her skin, salty with her sweat and his sweat. He could taste his blood, hot and coppery.
"You have a point," he said. "What species?"
She leaned over him, putting her lips on his ear. "He's a Time Lord."
Jack recoiled, pulling out of her and scrambling away. "What? That's impossible!"
"A deserter," she said, rolling onto her hands and knees and looking up at him. She was bruising in beautiful patterns. "That war they fought. Whatever war that finished them off and ruined every planet in their way. He ran away from it, I found him and hid him away, mine all mine. See this ship, Jack?" She smiled and her teeth were bloody. "This is super-stealth. Invisible to radar, sonar, scans, telepathy…"
"You have a Time Lord?" Jack said. His heart was racing, even faster than the fuck had made it race. "You were torturing a Time Lord?"
"Maybe the last one in the universe," Jade said.
"He's…" Jack didn't want Jade coming anywhere near the Doctor, his Doctor. He couldn't tell her that there was one more left. "You can't do that. You can't torture a Time Lord."
"Oh, why the hell not?" She stood up and looked down at him, walking to the table to collect her clothing, not that she cared if he saw her naked. "Holier-than-thou bastards. They wiped out half the Agency planets, they got what was coming to them."
"No, I mean you really can't torture a Time Lord," Jack said. "You have to let him go."
Jade looked at him like he was vomit and shit. "They aren't any scarier than humans. They're really better, more room for mistakes. If I kill him he'll just regenerate, no harm no foul."
"He's just a boy," Jack said.
"He's a Time Lord. There's no such thing as boys with them." She stepped into her jeans, zipping them up slowly. "What the fuck do you care? You've done younger kids than him."
"Listen," he said. "A lot has changed since we worked together. You don't have any idea how much has changed."
"I know how much," she said with a look at his groin. "You'd be puppying at the chance when I knew you. You would be so fucking turned on right now. What happened?" She walked back to him, still shirtless, and looked into his eyes. "Was it those two years? What did they take from you?"
"I don't know," he said. "What's so great about him? Why did you come all the way to Earth to get me? What could a boy have that you would possible want?"
She licked her lips. "You want to know, Jack? It's pretty good. It could buy your memories back a thousand times. How to get to every Time Lord planet. I want salvager's rights, Jack. The Time Lords must have more riches than anyone and I want to get to them."
"And what will you do when you're rich? Will that be worth it? For destroying a boy's life?"
"He's not a boy, stop calling him a boy," she said. Her voice got loud and angry. "I'll buy myself back from the Time Agency and then I'll do whatever I want. Maybe I'll be a freelancer. There are so many armies that would love me to join them."
"You're not anything else, are you?" Jack asked. "I might have enjoyed it but I was never just a torturer."
"What else were you? Huh?" Jade stood akimbo. "You had nothing but torture. I'd play poker with my mates and you would jerk off, thinking about hurting people. I went to a concerto and you trolled the job listings. So what else were you?"
Jack thought but he couldn't come up with an answer. He couldn't remember parts of his life that weren't tied in with pain back then. He thought maybe he did and kept thinking of things like breakfasts and long flights through beautiful solar systems, but he remembered reading mission reports at his breakfasts and he only had one reason to travel.
"Yeah," Jade said. "Get that right. Maybe you're something more now and maybe you know how pathetic you were back then, but don't you ever forget it. And maybe you don't get the thrill anymore. But I bet part of you does. Deep down inside you." She wiped her hair back. "Come on, Jekyll. Part of you wants this."
Jack licked his lips. Jade was making him feel things he hadn't felt for years. Part of him did want that. A big part, wrongly.
"Give me as much time as I want," Jack said. "No cameras."
Jade smiled. She looked so turned on, so sexy, half-naked and flushing at the thought of his cruelty. "Deal."
~
Jack walked into the room and circled the edge instinctively. He was unconsciously falling into the role of a questioner: intimidate first, hurt later. The boy was awake now, and looked at him. He looked scared, but also resigned.
"Hey," Jack said, and stopped circling when he saw the boy's neck turning to follow him. He tried to make his voice sound gentle, but his instincts said to make it sound hard. The air smelled like blood and boy, like fear and sweat with a light edge of piss and vomit. He hadn't been living in his own filth but Jade hadn't been paying attention to cleaning him recently. "Hey," Jack said. "It's okay. I want to help you."
The boy hunched. He Jack couldn't stop thinking about how hurtable he was. From the way he was sitting a few of his ribs on one side were already broken. Break a few on the other side and he wouldn't be able to hunch. Or he could put a needle through his stomach, same effect, with the added bonus of infections. He shook his head.
"Do you understand me?"
The boy blinked, and Jack saw he was crying. He walked to him and knelt in front of him, taking his chin gently. His face was bruised, and Jack tried not to hold him too tightly.
"I'm sorry for what she did to you," he said. "I'm not with her." The bruises were expert. She'd broken a lot of the blood vessels under the skin of his jaw and neck. That was probably for his esteem, and Jack knew he'd find an unbreakable mirror somewhere in the room. She'd also broken his cheekbone, and that was another good place for a needle… Jack used to keep a box of them handy in his coat pocket. "I know you don't think you can trust me," he said. "I can't blame you. She would try exactly this trick to get to you. But I swear to you on… on Gallifrey," he said, making himself think about Time Lords and not torture. "I swear I'm here to help you."
"You can't help me," the boy said. His voice was raspy and too old for him.
"I can," Jack said. "Just give me a chance."
"Just kill me," the boy said.
"I won't do that," Jack said. "I'm so sorry for what she did to you, but I can get you out."
The boy looked at his hands. He turned his hands over, rubbing at the webby bit between his thumb and his palm.
"Listen," Jack said. "You're not the last. There's another Time Lord out there."
"Doesn't matter," he said. "He won't want me. I ran away from the war. I deserted. I'm a coward."
"So am I," Jack said. "He took me in. And I'm just a human."
"He's called the Doctor," Jack said, hoping it would trigger something in the boy. He just shook his head.
"I heard about him."
"He helps people," Jack said. "He can help you. I promise he can help you. If I take you off of this ship he'll be telepathically aware of you and you can…"
"I want to die," the boy said. "I need to die."
Jack shook his head. "You don't need to die. You need someone to care for you."
"You don't know what they say about him," the boy said and started trembling. "And you don't know what… what… what…"
He was a real wreck. Jade had broken him and Jack thought the only reason he hadn't told her where the Time Lord planets were was that he didn't know. He wondered how long it took her to break him, and it couldn't have been long. She was right, she was a professional. She was better, or was it worse, than him. Had he broken after a day? A Week? It couldn't have been longer. And Jade just kept going.
"I can kill you if that's really what you want," Jack said. "But you shouldn't want that." He didn't think the boy would be convinced, so he added "Please. The Doctor can fix everything."
The boy looked up at him. "How long is a year on your planet?"
The question surprised Jack. "How long?" He thought. "On Earth?"
"How long is a year on Earth?"
"Three hundred and sixty-five days," Jack said. "Six months. Fifty-two weeks."
"I know," the boy said. "I know what a day is. And she's had me here, for…"
Jack put a hand on his shoulder.
"For three years."
Jack's hand clenched.
"I don't want to keep living," he said. "This is all I am now. I don't even want to regenerate. I just want to go. Please."
Jack really hating realizing there was nothing he could do. "What's your name?"
"Chandrasekhar," the boy said. He looked up at Jack and saw that he didn't remember it all. "Chandra."
"Chandrasekhar," he said, and picked up one of the knives from the tray Jade left for him. It felt good to have one back in his hands and he thought of all the ways he could hurt someone with it. How much he used to love doing this to people, making them so they became just reacting bodies instead of thinking people, and how good he was and how much he loved taking them apart. Finding all the sweet spots for pain and cutting them up and making them scream and hiss and bleed. Turning them inside out so they felt more pain than they knew how to feel. It felt good and he didn't want it to, and it made him sick to his stomach. "I'm going to try not to hurt you but this is going to hurt. Do you understand?"
Chandra put his head down. Jack put one arm around his back and pulled him into a hug.
"If I ever see him again I'm going to tell the Doctor about you," he said. "I'm so sorry."
Chandra put his hands on Jack's coat and grabbed the fabric.
The knife still felt so good. He could feel Chandra shaking against him.
"I'm so sorry," he said, and put the knife at the back of Chandra's neck, and pulled it in and across as gently as he could.
Chandra went rigid against him and clawed at his coat and grabbed him again, and then swayed a little, and fainted. He collapsed forward and bled out, staining the rags that he wore for a shirt, staining Jack's shirt and his knife and his arm and hand. He didn't regenerate. He just died, and Jack just held him.
"I'm sorry."
~
After an hour Jade came in. Jack was still holding the boy's body. "What the…"
"As it turned out he didn't know anything," Jack said, and the next thing he knew there was a gun at the back of his head. He could almost tell what it was from the feel of the barrel… from how heavy it was against his neck.
"You know what gets me is this won't kill you," she said, and she pulled the trigger and he died.
~
He woke up with his hands and feet tied together, and there was something cold and heavy tied around his stomach and a clean, thick gag in his mouth. Jade was standing over him with a pair of goggles on. The hatch to her ship was open and he could see clouds below him.
"Wffwvfwffy?" Jack said.
"I used to be like you once," she said, having to yell over the wind blowing past them. "I did my duty and sometimes I was even kind… but they bred that out of me. Thought I could always count as you to be worse than me."
Jack looked down at his stomach and saw a flat weight, the kind you could use to crush someone slowly with enough of them. "Hfvwrvfhwvhfwvh!" He didn't think she was with the Agency any more. They'd probably done something to her like they'd done to him, or maybe she just found her breaking point. What did it take to break someone who broke everyone? Did that break you after long enough? He wanted to help her but he didn't think she'd let him.
"Go to hell" she said, and put her foot on his hip. "Go all the way down to hell." She rolled him out the hatch.
He remembered the first few seconds of falling, just until he came out below the clouds and saw the ocean below him. Then he closed his eyes. Then he didn't remember anything for a while except for noises that sounded like heart beats underwater.
~
Torchwood eventually found him – he had a GPS in his wristwatch, standard Torchwood equipment – and pulled him up from the bottom of the ocean. He could tell by their eyes that they weren't used to seeing him come back from the dead yet.
"Did anyone find a boy''s body on the ocean floor with me?" Jack asked.
Owen looked at Toshiko like she was responsible. "We didn't exactly do a thorough search."
"I want you to," Jack said. "Tosh, make it happen."
It took a while for them to stop making sure he was OK. "Ianto told us about the intruder," Gwen told him. "We saw what she did to you, with the weight…"
"It wasn't anything like what she could have done," Jack said.
"We lost you for about a week," Owen said. "You going to tell us what happened?"
Jack looked at all of them. How much did they need to know about what happened? How much did they need to know about him? "I got a visit from my past," was all he said.
"Must not have been a very nice one," Tosh said gently.
"No," Jack said. "I have my share of demons." He decided that he would never, never tell them how many of them wore his face. What he was afraid of is that somehow, they'd find out anyway.
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