Title: A Man in Uniform
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Jack Harkness
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Rating: PG-13
Table: C, lover100
Prompt: 6, Uniform
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the Tenth Doctor or Jack Harkness. Please do not sue.

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"You know, there are times when I miss seeing you wear that uniform you used to have on all the time," the Doctor remarked to Jack, looking over at the immortal with a small smile quirking his lips. "There was something very .... distinguished about it."

"Yeah?" Jack couldn't help smiling at the Time Lord's words; he didn't particularly care to wear his uniform any more. After all, it was far past the time period of the war, and he didn't miss the tension and the worry that he'd had to deal with.

"There's an air of command about a man in uniform," the Doctor told him, leaning back against the console of the Tardis and folding his arms across his chest, studying the other man intently. "And wearing a uniform definitely suits you."

"Are you trying to tell me that you want me to be more in command?" Jack asked, raising an eyebrow in question. He'd always known about the Doctor's need to be dominated in the bedroom, but this was the first time that the Time Lord had really admitted to it.

The Doctor shrugged, looking quickly away from Jack as though he felt that he'd just revealed too much of his innermost feelings, some secret that he didn't want to get out. "Not really. I was just pointing out that it looked good on you."

"That's a part of my life that I don't care to relive," Jack said, trying to keep his voice gentle. After all, he didn't like turning down his lover unless he had to.

"I'm not asking you to relive it," the Doctor protested, shaking his head. "I'm just saying that I liked the uniform! Jack, there's nothing wrong with liking how you looked in something. You've said that you like the suit I usually wear."

"Mainly because it's hard for me to picture you in anything else," Jack said, laughing. "Well .... not that hard, I guess. It's easier for me to picture you in nothing, but that's because I try my best to keep you busy in the bedroom as much as I can."

He didn't miss the telltale pinkness that crept over the Time Lord's cheeks at his words; there was something endearing about seeing his lover blush. He wouldn't have thought that the Time Lord was someone who could be embarrassed easily.

"I think you're getting far too used to seeing me undressed," the Doctor told him, holding up his hands as though he was somehow warding Jack off. "Maybe I should be more selective about how often you get to have that sort of a view."

"Aw, come on, Doc." Jack tried to look pouty, but he only succeeded in summoning up a lopsided smile. "You wouldn't do that to me, would you? You know I enjoy looking at you au naturel. Especially when you're under me."

"Well ...." The Doctor rolled his eyes to the ceiling, looking as though he was having a hard time not smiling himself. "I might reconsider, if ...."

"If what?" Jack raised his eyebrows, leaning back on the couch he was reclining on. This might be interesting, he thought with an inward smile. Maybe he would find out something about what the Doctor really wanted, something that the Time Lord was too shy to say out loud.

He almost snorted at that idea; "shy" wasn't a word he'd ever think of using to describe the Doctor. Though, in an odd way, he was a bit shy when it came to sex. It was almost as if he was afraid of letting himself go, of letting his lover see too much of who he was.

That was something he was determined to help the Time Lord get past, Jack thought as he studed the other man. The Doctor had been through a lot in his long life, and Jack wanted to help him put all of that in the past, if he could.

"If you want me to wear a uniform the next time we make love, I could do that," he offered, the smile still on his lips, wondering if that was indeed what the Doctor was driving at. It was an odd request, but he'd done a lot of things that were much stranger.

"No, that wasn't what I was going to say!" The Doctor hastily shook his head, looking apprehensive, as if he was a little afraid that Jack might indeed do what he'd suggested. "I was going to say that if you were a bit more .... demanding, it might be interesting."

Jack frowned at the Doctor's words; something in them struck a chord in him, a red light going off in his brain and making his lascivious thoughts come to a screeching halt.

"I'm not sure that's such a good idea," he said, not wanting to upset the Doctor, but feeling that there was something strange about what the other man was saying. Maybe this was some kind of residual effect of the Master's influence ....

That could be it, Jack said to himself, the implications hitting him and making his eyes widen for a moment. The last time the Master had him, he had the Doctor under some kind of mind control. What he's saying might be a holdover from that.

"Why not?" The Doctor was staring at him now, looking surprised. "I thought that was something you'd enjoy -- after all, we both know who's the more dominant person in this relationship. It's not as though I'm asking you to do something you haven't contemplated."

"Doctor ...." Jack ran a hand through his hair, for once feeling at a loss for words. How did he explain this to the Doctor without opening up a subject that he'd hoped might be closed for good, and bringing back painful memories for the Time Lord?

"The Master was like that with you," he finally said, keeping his voice calm. "I don't know exactly what you went through during the time he had you -- but I know that wanting your lover to be demanding isn't how you've always been with me. It doesn't seem like you."

The Doctor looked down at the floor, the color draining from his face. Jack tensed, ready to spring up from the couch and take the Time Lord in his arms if he needed to be held.

"You're right," the Doctor whispered, looking up again, his dark gaze locking with Jack's, his voice trembling when he spoke. "He's still got some sort of control over me, Jack. I don't know how, but he does. His ideas are still there, in my head. They won't go away."

Jack was on his feet and moving towards the Doctor before he knew just what he was doing. He wrapped his arms around the slender man, pulling the Time Lord close against him and resting his cheek against the softness of the Doctor's hair.

"No, he doesn't," he whispered, his voice firm in spite of his own misgivings. "If there's anything left of what he wanted from you still in there, it'll eventually go away. And I'm going to help you with that as much as I can. I wouldn't do anything to you unless I knew you wanted it."

The Doctor nodded, not saying anything, his face pressed against Jack's shoulder. The immortal could feel the other man trembling; he tightened his hold on the Doctor, wishing with all his heart that the Master would fall into a black hole somewhere and just .... disappear.

How many times could that monster menace the Doctor? Hadn't the Time Lord already suffered enough at his hands in all of his different incarnations? But the Master seemed to want him even more in this one -- and Jack almost couldn't blame him.

After all, the Doctor was an attractive man. Anyone would want him. But Jack was going to make sure that the Master didn't have another chance to do any kind of harm to the man he loved.

"I'll wear a uniform for you, if you want me to," he said after a while, still holding the Doctor close against him. "But I'm not going to make any kind of demands of you. That's something the Master would do -- and I'm not him. I'll never be like that."

"I know you wouldn't," the Doctor said, his voice slightly muffled. He raised his head to look at Jack, giving him a tremulous smile. "There's just .... something very attractive about you when you're in a uniform. Not that you aren't attractive all the time, of course."

"I'll tell you what -- I'll wear a uniform if you'll not wear anything," Jack suggested, a devilish little smile tugging at his lips. "And if you'll let me strip for you when it's time to take that uniform off."

"I think that can be arranged," the Doctor said softly, closing his eyes as Jack's lips met his and losing himself in his lover's embrace.

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