Title: Love Is the Drug
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Jack Harkness
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Rating: R
Table: 1, fanfic50
Prompt: 50, Writer's Choice -- Drug
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're like a drug, Doctor," Jack said thickly as his lips moved down the slender column of the Time Lord's throat. "I can't get enough of you. It's like I'm bewitched -- or like I've been given some powerful love potion that makes me your slave."

"So, you're my slave?" the Doctor murmured, tilting his head back to give Jack better access to his neck. He loved being touched like this; how long had it been since he'd felt anyone's touch before Jack had come back to him? Too long for him to remember.

Oh, there had been people who had wanted to touch him and be with him, but he had never been able to bring himself to let them. He hadn't been able to abandon himself to another lover's touch. No one would ever compare to Jack; he knew that in his hearts.

And it wouldn't have been fair to let anyone else think that they could stir him to a passion that he didn't really feel. Not only wouldn't it have been fair to them, but not to himself, either. He didn't want to lie to himself and try to believe that Jack could be replaced.

In the end, he'd done the best thing that he could do -- he'd wrapped himself in a cocoon of loneliness, even when he had other people around him. No one could ever touch him in the way that Jack did -- and he wasn't going to give anyone a chance.

That had been the right thing to do, he told himself firmly. No one could ever have been what Jack was to him; if he'd given in to a physical need for comfort and physical companionship, he would have somehow sullied what he had with this man.

Fortunately, he hadn't done that. He'd waited until Jack had made the decision to come back to him -- and he'd never been so thankful for the fact that he could be a patient man. If he hadn't been, he could have lost the man he loved forever.

What was it that had made Jack come back? Was it love, or just desire? the Doctor asked himself, then tried to push those thoughts away from him. It didn't matter what had brought his lover back. The important thing was that Jack was here with him.

"You're my drug, Doctor," Jack whispered into his ear, the tone, as well as the words,sending shivers down the Time Lord's spine. "I could get drunk on you. I could get high on you. I feel like I'm high right now, just touching you and kissing you."

"So do I," the Doctor murmured, letting himself relax and lean back in Jack's arms. There had never been another lover in all of his long life who made him feel as good as this man did; there was something about Jack's touch that raised him to the heights of ecstasy.

Jack might think that he was a drug, but this man was just as much of a drug for him. No one had ever aroused him in the way that Jack did -- and it had never hurt as much to lose anyone else as much as it had when Jack had turned and walked away from him.

Thank goodness that hadn't been final, the Doctor thought, sighing softly as those strong hands moved down his body, starting to tug at his clothes. His shirt came off easily; Jack's hands moved back up, those slightly calloused fingertips caressing his bare skin.

The Doctor moaned as Jack's fingertips found his nipples, pinching and tweaking until they were both hard and throbbing beneath his fingers. He squirmed in his lover's embrace, wishing that Jack would hurry and dispense with the rest of his clothes.

But Jack enjoyed taking any seduction slowly; the Doctor knew that. He was taking his time, making them both wait, prolonging the exquisite foreplay for as long as he could before their desire grew too intense for them to be able to deny themselves any longer.

This was a drug, he told himself, a drug that it didn't seem possible for him to do without. How had he survived during that time when he and Jack were apart? How had he managed to get through the days -- and nights -- without this man's touch on his body?

That didn't matter now. All that mattered was being with Jack, loving him, surrendering himself to the one man who had been made for him, the one being who could give him the forever he craved. Nothing else was important; the rest of the world seemed very far away at the moment.

All he could think of was Jack's touch, Jack's kiss. Yes, being with this man was definitely like a drug -- a drug that he didn't mind being addicted to. It was the sweetest addiction he could possibly have, one that he didn't want to get over.

Was it really the physical sensations Jack could give him that were the drug -- or was it more than that? Was it more the emotional connection, rather than the physical one? Or was it a combination of the two, a melding of the senses that couldn't be separated?

It wasn't just the sensual pleasure that Jack could give him that drew him to this man, the Doctor thought as those hands moved down his body again to unzip his trousers. It was much more that that, an emotional connection that went far deeper than the physical surface.

He loved Jack Harkness. He had loved this man since they'd first met; he hadn't wanted to admit to his true feelings then, when he'd been in a different body, but they had been there nonetheless. It had only taken him a while to face up to them and declare them out loud.

Love was his drug. Maybe it was Jack's, too; he knew that this man loved him, or he wouldn't have come back. If Jack didn't love him, they would still be parted, and Jack would be off with anyone who caught his fancy rather than declaring his love to one single man.

The Doctor groaned as his trousers were pushed down his thighs, falling to the floor in a pool around his feet. He stepped out of them, then turned to look at his lover, lifting his arms to wrap them loosely around Jack's neck as he looked into those unbelievably blue eyes.

"You're my drug, Jack," he whispered, his dark gaze riveted on Jack's face. "Love is my drug. Not just loving anyone, but loving you. I've never felt this way about anyone else, and I'm willing to bet that you haven't, either. Love is the drug for both of us."

Jack nodded slowly, a slow smile spreading across his features as he gazed into the Doctor's eyes. "I think you're right about that, Doc," he said softly, a hand moving down the Doctor's back to cup one firm, rounded ass cheek. "And not just love -- but desire, too."

"Don't confuse the physical with the emotional, Jack," the Doctor scolded him, shaking his head. "Yes, I know we both like the physical side of our relationship. And I know that can be like a drug. But it's what we feel for each other in our hearts that brings us together."

Jack looked thoughtful for a moment before he nodded in agreement, wrapping both arms around the Time Lord's slim waist and pulling him close. "Desire plays a big part in it -- but you're right. It's love that makes me feel as intensely as I do about you."

"I'm not gong to deny that I desire you," the Doctor told him, his voice breathless. "But it's not just desire that I feel for you, Jack. It's something much, much deeper. And I know that if you didn't love me, that you wouldn't have come back. You'd be happy with Torchwood."

"Of course I love you," Jack murmured, nuzzling his cheek against the Doctor's. "How could you doubt that? Love is the drug for me, Doctor. I've tried others, but there's never been one as intense as that. And I've never felt it for anybody but you."

"I think we've both loved other people in our lifetimes," the Doctor whispered, closing his eyes as Jack pulled him closer against that strong, muscular body. "But we've never loved anyone else as much as we love each other. And that's a powerful drug, Jack."

Jack didn't answer him; he only nodded, those blue eyes seeming to flare with an inner passion that made the Doctor's breath catch in his throat. Then their lips met, sweeping away all coherent thought, making him realize that love was indeed the most powerful drug he'd ever known.

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