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Sweet as Sugar Chapter Four
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta� *GLOMP* Okay, folks, here be smut. Well, the start of it anyway. ;) If
slash bothers you, go elsewhere please thank you. As always, spoilers for the
whole series thus far. And this
is still a Doctor/Rose ship fic.

Jack did
not know who it was sucking on his toes but he made a mental note to thank them
later. He could feel the cool fabric of
a soft bed beneath his back and the room seemed dark�no light played against
his closed lids, no orangey glow of overhead
illumination threatening to break his luscious somnolence. The warm, wet mouth with it�s playful tongue
and nipping teeth moved away and he almost groaned aloud with it�s absence, but
a soft kiss was planted on the inside of first one ankle, then the next, renewing
his hope in the Universe. �Hello down
there,� he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. He was waking slowly, different parts of his
brain seeming to engage in some sort of progressively more important
order. _Unless you had one Hell of a
bender last night, you aren�t in your room.
You aren�t in a hostel, hotel, boardinghouse or boudoir� Not of your own doing anyway, Jack old boy� _ The mouth moved further up his left leg,
planting tiny kisses and nibbling as it went.
He could feel long hair brushing his skin, warm flesh encased in what
felt like satin or some similar material pressing against him as the owner of
the mouth shifted, moving further up his body.
Jack did not open his eyes just yet�he did his best to keep his
breathing slow and even, even as his body was responding to this strange
touch. He was naked, he knew, and he was
quickening with desire though it was more a rote response than a true
emotion. Hands skimmed up his muscled
thighs to his waist, long fingers stroking his hipbones and the plane of his
stomach, tracing along the delineated muscles there. Jack could not hear any tell-tale sounds that
would indicate where he was. There was
no faint hum of engines or power, no domestic sounds, just silence. Not even the sheets rustled as the stranger�s
body moved, the mouth that had been teasing along his inner thighs now against his
stomach, biting and licking just below his navel. Jack started to move his arms, reach for the
stranger to gently but firmly push them away, but he found he could not. He was bound to something, most likely the
headboard, he realized, by metal loops that rattled when he tried to move. �Okay, this is fun and all, but this is
really more of a second or third date kind of thing. Why don�t you just untie me and we can go get
a drink, chat a bit, then get back to the bondage?� He opened his eyes and raised a brow at the
man currently resting his chin on his stomach.
�You�re not a woman.�
�No� is
this a problem?�
�Not
really. I�m just worried I�m losing my
touch, so to speak�� The man before him
was handsome, to say the least. Long
hair the color of sapphires cascaded down his neck, past his shoulders and, as
far as Jack could tell, to his lower back.
His eyes were so dark they were nearly black, giving the captain a feeling
of staring into bottomless pits. The
rest of the man was pale blue, almost white, offset nicely by the cerulean
shift covering his torso and groin. �Do
you have a name or should I just call you mister?� Jack asked, twisting his
wrists idly in the cuffs as if he were resigned to his fate.
�My name is
Bara. On my homeworld, it means �Rock�.� He smiled and traced one long finger along
the line of fine hair running from Jack�s chest to his stomach and lower. �As in�hard as.�
Jack
smiled. �I�m sure� Tell me, Bara, how�d
we end up here? Was it the drink? The smoke? The club over the back of
the head?� The more aware he
became, the more Jack realized how much his head hurt, beneath all the
bravado. It felt as if he had a sizeable
lump on the back of his skull, throbbing in time with his pulse. Bara�s wandering
fingers had made their way down to the captain�s length, still engorged in
response to simple touch. �Now, now, Blueboy� let�s just wait a second here. I�m not exactly willing to play along. I don�t even know you!�
�Oh, that�s
never stopped you before, has it?� Bara asked,
stroking Jack�s length slowly, his pace increasing infinitesimally with each
word that followed. �I�ve seen in your
head. Countless visits to strange beds,
doorways, ships, planets� you�re never alone but you are lonely. The sweet little golden girl you almost covet�you
just can�t bring yourself to bed her, can you?
But you know you could make her want to�you know you could have her
beneath you, panting your name as those Earth types do, squirming and begging,
those sweet breasts heaving with every breath��
A flash of
heated anger moved through Jack so suddenly, it nearly took his breath
away. �Don�t you talk about Rose like
that!� he barked. A sudden, sharp jerk
and one hand was free.
It had taken a sizeable amount of skin from his hand and his bones
ached, but he did not care. He pushed it
aside, smiling ferally at Bara�s
surprised expression. �Guess you missed
the part about my time with Houdini while you were peeling my brain like an
onion!�
�Hou�what?� Bara
jerked back as Jack reached for him, hissing as the captain�s fingers tangled
in his long blue strands. �Release me,
slave!�
�Oooooooh, no, buddy, we�ve gotta
talk about boundaries here!� Jack jerked his other wrist free, wincing as his
thumb caught for a moment in the metal loop that had held him in place. �I�m not your slave. I�m not anyone�s slave�� He trailed off, his eyes going wide as a
horrible thought crossed his mind. �Where�s
Rose? Where�s the Doctor?� He shook Bara on
reflex, flipping the larger male neatly onto his back and kneeling on his
chest, not caring about nudity or near-nudity.
�I swear, if you so much as thought about hurting either one of them��
Bara growled, a purely animal sound, as his nearly-black
eyes narrowed. �I do not know these
creatures you speak of. You are my
slave, bought and paid for, and you will do as you are told!�
Jack did
not see the strike coming but he felt it.
He tumbled off the bed, his hand going automatically to his jaw, feeling
the warm well of blood rising between his fingers. �Right. That�s it��
He lunged forward, keenly aware of his lack of
weapons, and grabbed for Bara�s throat.
Bara laughed, a low and rumbling sound like the earth
splitting open. �Stupid slave,� he
smiled. �Guard!�
Jack felt
hands grab him but saw no one. Invisible
guards, solid and cold though unseen, lifted him off the ground. His body felt as if it were encased in ice as
he was shoved into restraints, his arms and legs shackled to the dark blue
walls. Bara
smiled at him and sketched a half-bow, adjusting his blue shift and turning
away, walking to a door Jack had not noticed before and leaving him alone in
the room�or seemingly so�splayed and nude.
�Fanfreakingtastic,� Jack muttered. �A Time Lord takes me to Venus and all I get
are these dumb shackles.�
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