Title: Satisfaction
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Jack Harkness
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Rating: PG-13
Table: 100moods
Prompt: 85, Satisfied
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 lay back in Jack's arms, closing his eyes and sighing softly. He couldn't remember a time when he'd ever felt so sated, so relaxed, so .... utterly satisfied. But then, Jack had always been able to make him feel like that.

Their bodies seemed to fit together in a way that no one else had ever fit with him; Jack had been made for him, even if the other man had a hard time admitting to that fact. There had never been anyone else who had been a part of him in the way that Jack was.

Those strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him close; Jack was lying on his back, with the Doctor next to him, the covers tangled around their bodies. The Time Lord rested his head against his lover's shoulder, feeling replete and content.

Long, slender fingers trailed through his hair, down his cheek, to stroke the skin of his bare shoulder. Why was it that Jack's merest touch could light a fire in the pit of his belly, make him feel as though he ached for the other man again so soon after their last encounter?

Maybe it was just because they'd been apart for so long. His body was still getting used to having a lover who made physical demands on him; it had been a long time since he'd been this sexually active, and he was more responsive than usual because of it.

But no .... that wasn't quite true. Even when he'd had a lover here and there since he and Jack had been apart, they had never affected him in the way that this man did. Jack Harkness was his soul mate, the man who he had always been meant to bond with.

The complete satisfaction that he felt whenever Jack made love to him was worlds apart from what he'd felt with others. They had made him feel good, yes, but none of them had ever managed to give him that feeling of absolute fulfillment that Jack could.

"What are you thinking, Doc?" Jack's voice was soft, throaty, the sensual tone that he always used when he was trying to entice someone into his bed -- or keep them there if he'd already managed to get them where he wanted them. "You're awfully quiet."

The Doctor considered making some airy comment that wouldn't mean much, then decided to tell his lover the truth -- even though it would inflate Jack's ego. "I was thinking about you, and how you always manage to completely satisfy me when we're together."

"Glad to know I can." Jack's lips brushed the top of his head; the Doctor closed his eyes again, letting his body relax back against his lover. Just the mere brush of Jack's lips could send a spark through his entire body and make him want the other man again.

"Is that all you have to say?" The Doctor was surprised by Jack's calm words; he'd expected some kind of remark about his prowess, of how many men -- and women -- he'd satisfied at other times. It was the sort of thing that he'd come to expect from Jack.

But this time, his lover had been quiet about his sexual exploits; the Doctor actually appreciated that, but it was still strange not to hear something along the lines of bragging come from his Jack. He leaned his head back, looking up at his lover, a questioning expression on his face.

"You're awfully quiet yourself," he said, raising his brows and tilting his head to the side. "I always expect you to have more to say than that when I give you a compliment on your sexual abilities. Why are you being so close-mouthed now?"

Jack smiled, his fingertips still playing with a few errant strands of the Doctor's hair. "Because that's all over, Doctor," he said, his voice quiet, but firm and steady. "You don't need to hear about anybody else I've been with. You're the only one that matters."

The Time Lord's dark eyes widened again, this time in shock. That was something he definitely hadn't expected to hear from his lover. Jack not wanting to talk about his sexual conquests? That was like expecting a river not to flow towards the sea.

"I know it hurts you to hear about other people in my life," Jack continued, his voice still firm, even though the tone was soft and soothing. "And I don't need to talk about them. There's only one person in my life now. And he's the only one who'll ever be there."

"Are you sure about that?" the Doctor asked, unable to hold the question back. "I know that you don't intend to act the way you did before, Jack, but .... you know what that saying is about old habits. And I've been around long enough to know that they do die hard."

Jack shook his head, smiling as he spoke. "I'm not ever going to be like that again, Doc. For one thing, I know it hurt you, and that's something I don't ever want to do again. And why would I want anybody else? I've got the perfect man right here in my arms."

"Far from perfect," the Doctor said with a sharp laugh. "You know better than to call me that, Jack. But I'll accept the compliment, even though I don't quite believe in it. I have my faults, just like anyone else. And you probably know every one of them."

"I do." Jack bent his head to press his lips against the Doctor's, whispering against the Time Lord's mouth. "And I love those faults. Because to me, they're not faults. They're just part of what makes you who you are. The man I fell in love with."

"Do I satisfy you as much as other people have done?" the Doctor blurted out, wishing that he could take the words back the moment they were out of his mouth. But they had already been said, and Jack had heard them. There was nothing he could do but wait for his lover's answer.

"Of course you do," Jack told him, stroking his fingertips over the Doctor's cheek. "Would I be here if you didn't? Would I have wanted to come back to you if you didn't satisfy me in every way? You know me better than that, Doc."

The Doctor felt a wave of relief coursing through him; he'd thought that Jack would say something like that, but there had been a part of him that wondered if Jack had found another lover somewhere along the line who was better than him, who satisfied him more.

All right, so maybe it was selfish. Maybe it was vain. But he wanted to be the lover who Jack got the most satisfaction from, the one who he prized above all others. Though he should know that just from that fact that Jack had chosen to be here with him.

The Doctor almost wanted to laugh at himself; here he was worrying about whether or not Jack put him first on his list of lovers, above anyone else -- and the proof was right here in front of his face. He felt silly for having any doubts about how the immortal felt.

Jack was here, on the Tardis, in his bed. Jack had chosen to leave Torchwood, to leave his life on Earth, and to leave behind anyone who he might have had some sort of involvement with. He'd given all that up to be with him.

What other proof did he need that this man loved him? He obviously gave Jack enough satisfaction to give up everything else in his life to be here -- and if that didn't prove that he was loved, needed and wanted, then nothing else possibly could.

Jack's arms tightened around him, those lips meeting his again. This time, the kiss was more insistent, more demanding. Jack's hands were moving over his body, letting him know that his lover had needs that demanded to be satisfied -- needs that he was only too happy to fulfill.

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