Title: Dark Behind the Light
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Jack Harkness
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Rating: PG-13
Table: VRD challenge - Black, 5_prompts
Prompt: A black look
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.

***

"Okay, Doc, what is it now?" Jack sighed as the Doctor shoved his hands into his pockets and moved away from him. He'd merely been trying to hold the Time Lord's hand as they walked back to the Tardis, but the Doctor was having none of it.

The Doctor didn't answer; he merely moved further away from Jack, not looking at the immortal. Jack let out an exasperated sigh, crossing the few feet of space that separated the two of them and sliding an arm around the Time Lord's slender waist.

The Doctor made an annoyed sound and tried to move away from him, but this time, it was Jack who was having none of that. He stopped in his tracks, forcing the other man to stop as well; with a gentle hand, he tilted the Time Lord's face to his.

"Tell me what's wrong." His voice was soft, but he couldn't keep back the air of command in it. "I know you weren't happy about that guy flirting with me -- but I didn't flirt back. And I didn't touch him. He was the one who touched me, and you know it."

"And you didn't try to stop him!" the Doctor burst out, giving Jack a black look, his voice petulant. "You actually stood there and smiled while his hand was on your arse. You didn't even get upset when he put his hand on my arse."

Jack raised an eyebrow, managing to look both somewhat amused and irritated at the same time. "Oh, I didn't, huh? I guess you didn't hear what I said, then." His arm tightened around the Doctor's waist, pulling the Time Lord closer against him.

The Doctor sighed, looking away. "Oh, all right. I heard what you said. Are you happy now?"

"And just what did I say?" Jack continued, his voice silky. "I'm sure you remember, Doc. If I can recall it correctly, I told the guy in no uncertain terms that if he didn't get his hands off you, I'd cut them off and shove them up his ass."

The Doctor threw him another black look, his brows drawn together in what anyone else would term a ferocious scowl. Jack, however, knew his lover better than that -- and unless he was mistaken, he could see the glimmer of a smile on the Time Lord's lips.

"You don't really think I'd let anybody else touch you and get away with it, do you?" Jack asked him, one hand moving down to cup the firm curves of the Doctor's ass. "Nobody else has the right to touch that gorgeous ass but me."

This time, the look that the Doctor leveled at him was more conciliatory. "I'd expected you to challenge him to a duel -- or something of the sort. You were awfully calm about him touching me. You just .... said those words and stared at him."

"And I would have done more if he hadn't lost his nerve and left," Jack said softly, raising a hand to brush the Doctor's hair back from his face. "What did you want me to do, play the white knight to your damsel in distress?"

The Doctor looked down at himself, as though considering. "I don't think I have a large enough chest to qualify as a damsel," he finally said, laughter lurking behind his musing tone. "But if you want to view me in that light --"

"I like your chest just the way it is. No problems there," Jack laughed, a feeling of relief washing over him. He'd managed to defuse that situation, though he was sure that there was some dark worry hidden behind the light of the Doctor's smile.

The Time Lord had been jumpy ever since they'd left the last planet they were on. They'd seen definite signs of the Master's being there, but though they'd searched high and low for the renegade Time Lord, he had apparently already left.

They'd find him, Jack told himself firmly. They had to.

Whatever the Master was planning, they'd stop it. They always had in the past, hadn't they? Jack had to continue to believe that together, he and the Doctor were a formidable team who could thwart any kind of dark plans that the Master might have.

If he stopped believe in them, then the Master would have the scales tipped in his favor. And Jack wasn't going to let that happen. He fully intended to chase the Master down until he had nowhere else to go -- and then convince the Doctor to rid the world of his nemesis.

But this wasn't the time to talk about that. Not when he had the Doctor here in his arms -- and those black looks that the Time Lord had been giving him earlier had changed to a beautiful, engaging smile that melted his heart.

That smile might soften his heart, but it definitely made other parts of him grow harder, Jack thought, a smile spreading over his own face. It was a good thing that the Tardis wasn't too far away; he couldn't wait to get the Doctor there and strip off his clothes.

"Come on, Doc," he whispered into the Time Lord's ear. "Let's get back to the Tardis so I can take you to bed. You can be as mad at me there as you want to be. Angry make-up sex is always great. And we hadn't had that in a long, long time."

He almost wanted to laugh as the Time Lord pulled away from him and headed in the direction of the ship at a quick pace. By the time they reached the ship, they were both breathless and laughing, the Doctor's black looks and annoyance forgotten in their anticipation.

***