It's Nothing Like You'd Suspect

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NC-17, game canon, rough edit chat log not for comm linking


rogue_at_hart I know I've not been round much...
captainjack Neither have I...
rogue_at_hart I'm bored here, Jack. You keep me couped up, on this tight little domestic leash and it was all well and good when we had a reason to stay low, but what's the reason now?
captainjack *licks his lips* Have you been paying attention, John? One killer, three murders, the place goes batshit. It's like the suburbs with mangoes. *falsetto* This sort of thing just doesn't happen in our little town.
rogue_at_hart Yeah, well, I don't want to sit round anymore. And the fact that you do sickens me.
captainjack I don't sit around. I go out and do things. Soldier, diving. The TARDIS. You should get involved, John.
rogue_at_hart Yeah, well, maybe I don't want to get involved in your city council rubbish. When I got here, you were talking sense, Jack. Talking Agency. Who are you now?
captainjack *grins* I'm who I always am, John. Boy Scout. Adored by all...or most. They like me and they believe me. This is the long haul. Don't fuck it up because you're bored.
rogue_at_hart Yeah? Then why do I get the sense you've shifted who you're lying to?
captainjack *rolls his eyes* I lie to everyone, sweetheart. You're no more or less special than anyone else. But you should know where I stand. Have I ever let you down?
rogue_at_hart Maybe. You wouldn't know. Maybe that's what we wiped from you.
captainjack *icy* You want to do this now? After all this time?
rogue_at_hart What better time? I can test your own loyalties. Chapter 1, year 1, Jack: Agency first.
captainjack The Agency can go fuck itself. *growls as he gets to his feet* Agents first, but not the Agency. I gave them everything...and they took it.
rogue_at_hart *grabs a pistol and cocks it, trained on Jack the moment he gets to his feet* Sit. Down.
captainjack *steps closer til the barrel is inches away* You'd really kill me?
rogue_at_hart *icy, without a touch of hesitation* Yes.
captainjack *slow grin* You're so fucking sexy.
rogue_at_hart *growls* Shut up. Give me one reason not to shoot you down where you stand.
captainjack *holds up a hand and starts counting off on his fingers* I've gotten rid of Daniel. I've lied to the Doctor. I covered your ass when girls started coming up dead. Oh, and this. *pulls the ring from his pocket* Agents...not the Agency.
rogue_at_hart *can almost feel his finger shifting off the trigger, despite the fact that it hasn't moved an inch* I didn't kill those girls. You'd know if I did because you would have buried them for me.
captainjack I know you didn't. *steps back, hands out* It was way too sloppy, leaving them out like that. *softer* And you know I'd have had a shovel at the ready.
rogue_at_hart *regards him sidelong, jaw clenched, still looking over the barrel of his modified semi's...* *clicks the safety back on and lowers the gun, but he doesn't have to like it*
captainjack *watches his eyes and ignores the gun* And did you notice that no one even thought it might be me?
rogue_at_hart Because it wasn't you. *holsters the gun*
captainjack *steps forward again* And if it was?
rogue_at_hart *certainly* it wasn't. You've got everyone convinced that you're 'theirs.' *snorts his disgust with himself* Even me,
captainjack Have I ever been yours? Really? We can barely stand each other, so don't act hurt.
rogue_at_hart You were mine when we were partners. You were mine when we were learning from each other, not trying to school each other.
captainjack Times change. *licks his lips again* You could go, yo know. No short leash. No hard feelings.
rogue_at_hart No. In the morning, I'll wish we'd never had this conversation. *it's withdrawal that's got him like this, but he doesn't have the fortitude to see it. Less alcohol, no drugs, no one to kill...*
captainjack *snorts* You know, I have a lot of mornings like that. *goes back to the bed to sit and take off his shoes and get ready to sleep*
rogue_at_hart *rubs at his eyes and then watches Jack*
captainjack *strips off his clothes and sprawls across the bed* Generally, it's when I just stop talking.
rogue_at_hart *a smirk plays at his lips... without his permission* Is that a hint?
captainjack *curls his arms behind his head and grins* *shrugs...done talking*
rogue_at_hart *rolls his eyes and shucks his coat, hanging it up very carefully, along with his holsters and his sword, but everything else pretty much gets haphazardly discarded*
captainjack *watches him intently and doesn't move an inch from where he's spread diagonally across the bed*
rogue_at_hart *finally loses his pants and climbs into bed, laying on top of Jack*
captainjack *lifts his head just enough to brush his lips against John's chin*
rogue_at_hart *turns his head and kisses Jack, keenly aware of the scratches down his side he left from a previous night's escapades*
captainjack *kisses back, purring softly in his throat, content for this 30 seconds to be passive*
rogue_at_hart *rolls off of him when the kiss is through*
captainjack *pushes off the bed and follows him over, holding his shoulders tight to the bed* You tease...pull a gun on me and don't follow through...
rogue_at_hart *sweetly* Well I was going to fuck you with the gun, but I just cleaned it, beautiful.
captainjack *presses him down with the majority of his body weight* Excuses, excuses. *grins* We haven't done that in a while, though...
rogue_at_hart Been about 100 years. *grins*
captainjack You were always so fucking twisted. *grins wider, eyes sparkling*
rogue_at_hart Ride me.
captainjack What? No please? No seducing me? *lets go of one shoulder to reach for the kit, dropping his ass to grind against him*
rogue_at_hart *growls a moan low* I'll kick your ass twice tomorrow. For now? I want your ass.
captainjack No flowers. No foreplay. *moves really fast for someone protesting so much, getting them both just slick enough to keep things from hurting...much* I'm starting to think you don't love me anymore. *strokes him once then holds his cock in place and drops down and back fast, before he can have time to tense*
rogue_at_hart I ne--fuckyes. *his tone completely changes, as if he hasn't had Jack in weeks, as if it hasn't been mere hours, but there really is nothing like a fuck after the over stimulation of an argument. Hell, he could probably play it off like that's the only reason he was being an ass... if it wasn't Jack*
captainjack *wipes his hand off on the sheets, then pushes off of John's shoulder hard so he can be more upright, straddling him, riding him and watching him with a wicked smirk on his lips*
rogue_at_hart *hums his approval, hands going to Jack's hips* Come on, Jack. Harder.
captainjack *hands on his thighs, wrists against Johns, begins to rise and drop hard, fast, and unrelenting* Don't just lay there and make me do all the work, gorgeous.
rogue_at_hart *sits up as soon as such an accusation has been laid and shoves his hips up, gripping Jack down*
captainjack *exhales sharply and reaches for his shoulders for balance* Jesus, John...*closes his eyes, riding him like it's a competition*
rogue_at_hart *bites down on his neck, worrying the skin between his teeth, not worried about drawing blood because that's kind of the point*
captainjack *grabs him by the hair and pulls with his fingers, but pushes with his wrist to hold him in place* Harder. Fucking...just...*shifts his legs for better leverage to move faster*
rogue_at_hart *feels his teeth break the skin, and as the coppery taste rushes in, he closes his mouth and slides his lips down to Jack's shoulder, not so interested in blood play per se, but more interested in claiming Jack, making him his, fucking him stupid.*
captainjack *groans at the pressure and sting become a cooling throbbing and the warmth of John's mouth moves elsewhere* *whispers, maybe honest, maybe lying, completely taunting just to push John's buttons* I think you might still love me after all.
rogue_at_hart Trust me, gorgeous. *his voice is a croon, a curse* If I loved you, I'd have pulled the trigger. *shoves up into him hard, biting down at the junction of his neck and shoulder*
captainjack *grips his hair tighter, hanging on, the other arm sliding under John's arm and around his back* Yeah...God, yes...*hisses but doesn't pull away from the new bite* Fucking do it.
rogue_at_hart *groans, breaking the skin there and continuing to worry the wound, dragging his lips across*
captainjack *scrapes his nails across ribs and spine, diagonal welts rising in the wake* Sick fucker...*rolls his hips and purposefully clenches, rising higher and dropping harder*
rogue_at_hart No, this... fuck... This would be sick. *drags his lips across the bite mark and kisses Jack hard, free hand behind Jack's neck*
captainjack *swallows on reflex and closes his throat as the metallic sweetness spreads from lips to tongue* *groans softly and pulls tighter against him, hips bucking at a furious pace even as he all but melts into the kiss*
rogue_at_hart *wrenches his hand between them, wrapping around Jack's cock and stroking as furiously as they're moving, tongue moving in to explore Jack's mouth*
captainjack *chokes out a whimper, the rhythm stuttering as he finds balance between riding him and fucking his hand* *eyes closed, he just gives into it all, the pain and motion and pleasure and all of it--it, not him. not John. Really*
rogue_at_hart *no, it's never John. Just like it's never Jack that brings John home early, makes him smile, makes him come harder than anyone in any galaxy... It's all coincidence. * *sucks on his lower lip, clawing at his spinal column*
captainjack *growls softly, backbone curving to meet the claws and repaying in kind with a slow, hard scratch of his own* *flicks his tongue across John's upper lip, remarkably tender in contrast to the violent clash of the rest of their bodies*
rogue_at_hart *smiles. No, it's not a smirk, it's a smile, just as tender contrasted against the harsh thrusts and claws*
captainjack *growls again, then again, each breath more feral, more hungry as the slow burn and aching tension low in his gut rises quickly, making him move a little slower, more precise, his only goal suddenly his own release*
rogue_at_hart *leans back a bit, using the angle to shove up into him over and over, watching him intently, the way his muscles ripple with the harder thrusts, the way his mouth moves when he moans....*
captainjack *all but stops breathing entirely as he digs his fingers into John's back and scalp, stomach crunching as he pumps into the man's fist and spills slick and hot across his fingers and stomach* * gasps his name over and over, actually several, all ones he's worn, hardly moving and relishing the sensation of friction and force*
rogue_at_hart *reacts bodily to every single name, jerking and shuddering until he's spilling inside Jack, choking out the first name Jack ever used, the one he still thinks of him as, the one that actually means something to him*
captainjack *curls forward against him, arms sliding around his shoulders and back as he rests his head on John's shoulder...just keeping his balance, if asked* *gasps more at the sound of his name--his name--from the only person left who knows it*
rogue_at_hart *angles his head up, trapping his lips and whispering the name one last time, hand flattening softly on Jack's back. It was a cramp, if asked.*
captainjack *kisses him just once more, too tired to be rough would be his excuse...and then it's over and he pushes away with a groan and gets up to grab something to clamp over the bites before the blood runs any farther down his chest or back*
rogue_at_hart *folds his arms behind his neck, watching Jack with smug silence*
captainjack *holds a shirt over the wounds, dismissing the passing thought that he ought to take care of them right now--he's spent* Move over a little.
rogue_at_hart *shimmies over a touch, his arm draped out.... another cramp*
captainjack *drops onto the bed and rests his head on John's arm...just because it's convenient* *peels the cloth away to check, winces, then covers the marks over again* If you were hungry, you could have had a fucking sandwich, you know.
rogue_at_hart *laughs* Didn't hear you complaining amidst my many names.
captainjack *deadpan* I was distracted.
rogue_at_hart By?
captainjack *turns to look at him sceptically* Oh, hell, I don't know. A lot on my mind...*rolls his eyes, then rolls onto his side* See if you think I need to run to the clinic. *lifts the cloth again*
rogue_at_hart *holds the cloth up and inspects* Nothing the bots can't handle, love.
captainjack *pointedly ignores the fact that his ear and cheek are pressed to the solid warmth of John's bicep and he's laying unusually close* Bet I can take a nap before infection sets in then.
rogue_at_hart No, you'll be fine. *stretches his neck... which puts him closer to Jack, but that's mere coincidence*
captainjack *nods slowly and closes his eyes, justifying the close proximity as simply an irritating invasion of personal space...even though it's been years since either of them had anything that fit those words...* You say that now, but who knows where your mouth's been. *smirks in lieu of laughing*
rogue_at_hart I think you know, Jack. S'been everywhere yours has. *smirks back*
captainjack Shit...then I've probably already got blood poisoning. *laughs and reaches up to hold the compress a little tighter, not really concerned in the least*
rogue_at_hart Bloody pouf, let me. *presses his hand over the compress. Because Jack is incapable. Really.*
captainjack *moves his hand away and it just happens to rest lightly against John's stomach* You never really answered me, John. *keeps his eyes closed and tilts his head to give him more room to take care of the compress* Have I ever let you down?
rogue_at_hart *raises his eyes to Jack, the moment of sheer vulnerability making his chest cave in, but he writes it off. He has to.* *softly* No.
captainjack *smiles slowly* Not gonna start now, gorgeous. I've been thinking about what we could do. Not a revolution, but something...
rogue_at_hart *raises a brow to show his interest*
captainjack *opens his eyes, having missed anything vulnerable except the tone of that 'no'* Yeah, I got nothing. We need something. A catalyst. Something...see, they'll just let you rot in jail here. Or else you've gotta go exile yourself in the fucking jungle. We need a plan. A good plan, nothing half assed.
rogue_at_hart Then I guess we'll have to work on that. *we, not I, but to be fair, Jack started it*
captainjack *nods slowly, more serious* You've always been good at finding the weak spots. I'm firmly in with the task force, I have friends on the council, I'm a good guy. *smiles, cold and hard* We've run this game before. You up for it again?
rogue_at_hart *somberly, almost uncharacteristically so* I need your word as an Agent, Jack. Your word that I'm not the one you're playing.
captainjack *twists his wrist and spreads his fingers against John's bare torso* You have my word, John. *waits a beat, then grins* Partners.
rogue_at_hart *rolls his eyes... but it's exactly what he needed to hear* Yeah, 'm up for it.
captainjack Good. Now all we need to do is find a reason...and a fall guy.
rogue_at_hart People come and go all the time, gorgeous. All we have to do is find the right place and the right time. And since that's our business, we're in luck.