Title: Feel the Heat
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Jack Harkness
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Rating: NC-17
Table: 3
Prompt: 83, Paddle
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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The Doctor frowned at Jack, shaking his head and holding up his hands in front of him. "You are not going to spank me like I'm a naughty child!" he reiterated, looking as though he was ready to back away from the other man.

"Oh yes, I am," Jack told him, raising one eyebrow and leaning against the door to their bedroom. "It's not like you can get out of here, you know. Not unless you use the sonic screwdriver, and I don't think you would. You'd feel too guilty."

The Doctor shrugged, feeling uncomfortable. He didn't much like the idea of being spanked -- but it could be interesting. As long as Jack didn't fall prey to his unfortunate tendency to take things too far and get a bit too enthusiastic about what he was doing.

The Time Lord had been on the receiving end of Jack's over-enthusiasm before, and he didn't fancy not being able to walk or sit comfortably for a few hours -- or days, as the case might be if Jack didn't curb himself somewhat.

"Come on, Doc. I'm not going to deliberately hurt you. You know I wouldn't do that," Jack cajoled, moving closer to the other man. The Doctor turned away from him, biting his lip. It was always so hard to say no to Jack when he used that tone ....

The immortal's strong arms slipped around his waist, pulling him back against that strong body; he could feel Jack's lips against his hair.

"I wouldn't hurt you. I love you," Jack whispered, his breath warm against the Doctor's cheek. "You know that, Doctor. I know I can get carried away sometimes, but I've never meant to. And you've got a safe word. You can always use it."

"Sometimes you .... scare me, Jack," the Doctor whispered, his voice a little unsteady. "I want to make you happy. I want to explore the things you're interested in. But some of the things you want to do to me remind me too much of what the Master did in the past."

"All the more reason for you to trust me enough to help you get past those things," Jack said, his voice soft. "I want you to get to the point where you're not afraid of them any more. I want you to know that something like a spanking isn't a bad thing."

The Doctor thought about Jack's intentions, finally closing his eyes and sighing. "All right, Jack. I'll try to trust you. But if I tell you to stop -- you have to promise me that you will. I want to be able to keep trusting you, not feeling that I have to push you away."

"I'll stop the second you tell me to. I promise," Jack told him, those arms tightened around him and drawing him nearer. "And if you don't tell me -- then I'll know when to stop. I'm not doing this to damage you, Doctor. You should know that."

The Doctor nodded, stepping away from Jack and turning to face him. He was apprehensive, but at the same time, strange excited, wondering what this would be like.

He'd faced the Master's cruelty before, as well as that of others who'd held him captive and wanted to injure him. He knew what it was like to have to endure pain. But this wasn't just pain -- it was also pleasure, in an odd way. Because it was Jack dispensing it.

Jack wasn't going to harm him. He had to remember that, keep telling himself that this was more an experiment than anything else. It wasn't something he had to grit his teeth and endure until it stopped. He could stop it at any time.

"I should tie your hands so you aren't struggling or trying to push me away," Jack said softly, reaching out to cup the Doctor's cheek with his palm, fingers stroking over the Time Lord's soft skin. "I'll have enough to do with spanking you, much less trying to restrain you, too."

He nodded again, reluctantly agreeing. Jack turned him around so that he was facing away from the immortal, and a few seconds later, the Doctor could feel soft silk slipping around his wrists, tightened and knotted to hold his hands captive behind his back.

"Now ...." Jack took a few steps back, bringing the Doctor along with him. The immortal sat down in the chair near the Tardis' console, looking up at the Doctor with a slight smile on his lips. "Now you lay down across my lap."

The Doctor looked and felt confused; he was still fully clothed. What did Jack plan on doing? This certainly wasn't what he'd expected when the idea had first been brought up.

"But .... I still have all my clothes on," he objected, shaking his head, though he didn't step away. "It's not like you can accomplish much of anything like this." He was thinking of the torments and humiliations he'd suffered from the Master; they'd all involved him being naked.

"Don't worry about that," Jack said, holding out a hand. "Just lay down, and don't be scared, okay? Like I said, I'll stop if you want me to. But I don't think you will. I'm not going to wail away on you so long that you won't be able to walk."

The Doctor did as Jack told him, awkwardly lying down across the other man's lap and trying to keep himself balanced. Jack's hand was on the small of his back, helping him to balance, and after a few moments he no longer felt so uncomfortable.

Well, not until he felt Jack's hands on the button and zipper of his trousers, pulling them down to his knees and exposing his bottom.

He couldn't keep himself from squirming, wanting to say something in protest but knowing that he would only let Jack talk him into whatever the immortal wanted to do. He couldn't resist Jack when his lover was trying to be persuasive.

Jack was caressing his ass, stroking and squeezing, parting his cheeks and rubbing the soft pad of one finger against his entrance. The Doctor couldn't keep back a moan; maybe this wasn't going to be as bad as he'd thought.

The Doctor was completely unprepared for the first blow; he'd thought that Jack was going to hit him with the flat of his hand. It was a shock to feel the solid wood of a paddle connecting with the sensitive skin of his bare bottom.

He let out a cry of surprise, squirming in Jack's lap. He wanted nothing so much as to jump up and get away, but at the same time, something compelled him to stay where he was, to see just how far Jack would take this and what he would do next.

The next few blows fell quickly, each of them drawing a sharp cry from the Time Lord, but he didn't try to move from Jack's lap. He just lay there, panting, feeling as though his ass was burning. How long was Jack going to keep doing this?

"You have the world's most perfect ass," Jack said softly, moving the palm of one hand over the Doctor's abused bottom. "Even more so when it's a nice shade of raspberry red like it is now. But I think it's time to stop. I don't want this to get too painful for you."

"I don't know if I'll be able to sit down for a while," the Doctor said, twisting slightly to look up at Jack. "My arse feels like it's on fire."

"Don't worry, Doc, it won't last long," Jack told him, grinning. "And anyway, I've got plans to cool you down. Not too quick, though. I like the idea of you burning for me." He cupped the Doctor's ass in one palm, squeezing slightly. "Well, your ass, anyway."

With that, he began to loosen the knots in the scarf that bound the Doctor's wrists, freeing him and helping him to his feet. The Doctor was surprised when, instead of pulling his trousers back up, Jack began to undo the buttons on his shirt, pulling it off along with his jacket.

"What --" he began to ask, but the immortal silenced him with a finger against his lips as he removed the Time Lord's clothes and pulled the thin man against his body.

"I think it's time I took you to bed and took care of you," Jack whispered, moving one hand down the Doctor's back to cup his ass. "You're probably sore from that, and I want to be sure you get some relief." He flashed the Doctor a wicked grin. "With my tongue."

The Doctor's eyes widened, but he didn't say a word; he could feel his heartbeats quicken at the thought of what Jack would do to him once they got to the bedroom. He could feel himself blushing; the heat in his cheeks almost matched the heat Jack had inflicted on his ass.

"I definitely don't have a problem with that," he murmured as the other man bent to hook an arm behind his knees and lift him into those strong arms. "In fact, I think I'm looking forward to seeing just what you plan to do next."

Jack didn't say a word, merely brushing his lips against the Doctor's cheek and holding the Time Lord close as he carried him from the control room.

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