The Danse Macabre

Chapter One

Cold space flew by the Tardis as it hurtled between worlds, beyond stars, into the unknown. The Doctor, Rose, and Jack were resting, there had been a huge fight on the planet they just left, and they had to worm their way out of some very tight spots. Rose was asleep in her room, and the Doctor and Jack were sitting next to the Heart of the Tardis, talking on and off, sleeping occasionally, and sharing a few beers.

"Rose will be glad to see Mickey," Jack said, taking a sip of his beer. They were going back to Earth so Rose could see her mother and Mickey, although she didn't quite know that yet. It was the Doctor's idea; he felt that she needed a break for a while. The Doctor nodded in response to Jack. He sighed, and then he said, "I don't know if she'll want to leave again. She misses home, Jack. She talks about her mum...not so much about Mickey anymore..." The Doctor closed his eyes and finished his bottle of beer. Jack perked up at the knowledge that Rose had stopped worrying about her boyfriend.

"Not worry about Mickey? Well, they were on the rocks for quite some time. He loves her more than she loves him -- that much is evident," Jack mumbled. He thought he heard the Doctor mutter "yeah," but just let it go. Silence overtook them for a good five minutes. Suddenly, Jack seated himself next to the Doctor. He never even looked up at Jack, but merely handed him another beer and then picked one up for himself. Jack sighed. "She loves you, ya know." Jack smiled wide at the Doctor. The Time Lord smiled without looking up...they both knew that Rose and the Doctor were desperately in love with one another. But still, empty hunger gnawed at Jack's insides, and he wanted to know more about the Doctor. Temptation set in and Jack couldn't deny the flames burning inside him, strange as they were. He needed to break the ice.

"Do you ever get lonely, Doctor?"

He finally looked over at Jack.

"Lonely?" he asked. A small laugh escaped the Doctor. "I'm always lonely. To be a Time Lord is to be alone. I've had so many companions, and I've always been alone." Jack thought the Doctor was finished, until he said, "Until you two came along." The Doctor's powerful brown eyes bored down into Jack's deep green-blue ones. Jack started breathing a little heavier. He leaned in closer to the Doctor an inch or so, and whispered, "I'm lonely without you too, Doctor." Jack and the Doctor set down their beer bottles looked hard into one another. They both felt their hearts beating faster, both felt themselves getting aroused, and the space between them became electric, passionate, charged. Jack slowly moved his hand onto the Doctor's thigh, and shyly looked away, but did not move his hand. "I'm sorry," he whispered. His hand didn't flinch. Suddenly, he felt the Doctor's hand on his cheek, turning his head back to face the Doctor's steady gaze.

"Jack..." he whispered. Pain, passion, and need was burning in the Doctor's eyes. "Jack," he whispered again. Nothing more could be said; words were lost to them now. One last whisper, this time from Jack's lips.

"Doctor..."

He leaned in and pressed his lips to the Doctor's, running his trembling hands up the Doctor's legs, letting them come to rest around his waist. The Doctor wrapped his arms around Jack's neck, pulling him close as they deepened their kiss. Hearts beating in time, they explored each other's bodies as they tasted one another, eyes closed, passions running high, so high. In this moment, the Doctor and Jack were a pair of burning hearts, entwined in smoldering lust, desperate to touch one another.

"Oh god, Jack," the Doctor moaned when he felt Jack's hard length press against his own. The Doctor arched his hips upward, and threw his head back feeling the electric charge. He bit into Jack's neck, making him let out a groan of passion. They had shed their shirts, and the fire of skin on skin fueled their desire to almost unbearable levels. The Doctor began to fumble with Jack's belt, desperate to feel every inch of him. Jack's chest was heaving, and both he and the Doctor were glistening with sweat. Jack managed to remove the Doctor's trousers, and completely nude, they lay entwined on the floor, hands exploring, whispering each other's name.

The Doctor wanted to taste Jack again, and he rolled on top of his passionate lover and kissed him deeply, fully, wanting to convey all of his burning lust in this kiss. Suddenly Jack tore his mouth away and put it next to the Doctor's ear, and half-whispered, half-moaned, "I wonder what it would feel like to have a Lord of Time make love to me." Jack's words sent the Doctor flying over the edge; his erection was pressing solidly against Jack's, and he pulled the American up off the floor and pushed him against the wall, lavishing his face, neck, mouth, chest, stomach with kisses and small love bites. He blew a warm breath against Jack's almost impossibly large member. Jack's body was wracked in a shiver, and the Doctor then stood to his full height, and with blazing eyes, roughly turned Jack around and pushed him back in to the wall. He quicly looked around, and, finding nothing more suitable to lube himself with, spit quickly in his palm and rubbed it on the head of his penis. The Doctor took hold of his manhood and pushed himself into Jack, moaning and shivering at the almost painful amount of pleasure he felt from being inside him.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Jack groaned. The Doctor began to quicken his pace, in and out, running his hands along Jack's sides, back, chest, stomach, and neck while he drove into him. Pure pleasure coursed through their bodies, and the Doctor said in a low voice into Jack's ear, "I've wanted to feel you this way for so long. When you danced with me, when you kissed Rose, when you kissed me...I wanted to touch you, hold you, fuck you..."

The Doctor wrapped his arm around Jack's waist and began to move his hand up and down Jack's shaft, feeling that searing passion in his hand from the warm flesh of his lover. Jack leaned his head back and kissed the Doctor deeply, wrestling his tongue with the Time Lord's, and then they parted lips. The Doctor's powerful thrusts were rendering Jack helpless, overcome with pleasure, immersed in utter euphoria. They were both so close, but wanted to make this last.

Without warning, Jack pulled away from the Doctor and tackled him to the floor, a hard blazing in his eyes, and he mimicked the Doctor's process for lubricating himself. He then let himself fall forward and looked straight into the Doctor's face, saying, "Fuck, Doctor, I wanted you so much from the first time I saw you. I don't know why I was drawn here. I want you. I want Rose. Hate me, if you must, but I need to have you both." He ran his tongue along the Doctor's throat, and pushed himself deep into the Doctor, causing him to moan, long and impassioned. Jack grabbed the Doctor's hips and pulled him closer, the tops of his own thighs serving as a platform for the Doctor to support himself on. Jack sated his all-encompassing desire inside the Doctor, breathing heavy, running his hand up and down the Doctor's chest, teasing him, and often let his hand trail down to the Time Lord's cock and ran his hand up and down, wanting the Doctor to feel as much pleasure as he himself was.

They continued to worship one another there on the floor, beside the glowing-warm Heart of the Tardis.

Rose was stirring.