Written in Blood || Jack and Doc
âI-â For once in his life, Captain Jack Harkness was speechless. He stared at John for quite a long moment, his gaze going to and from his friendâs face to his neck before snapping out of his thoughts and stepping back. âDocâŠâ slowly, the immortal started to shake his head in protest.
Feeling his hand on his shoulder, Jack silently cursed himself before turning back around to face him. It was then that his fangs had emerged once more as Johnâs bloodied fingers traced his lips.
Normally, under any other circumstance, Jack would be giving in. Now he was doing all that he could to resist.
âI canât,â he whispered, scared that if he drank anymore of Johnâs blood that he would end up draining him and leaving him for dead -or worse; turning him. Swallowing thickly, he silently pleaded with John to stop inviting him and to stop teasing him so.
But before he could really stop himself, Jack found that he was replying to his question. âThe source,â even if he really wasnât intending on taking anymore blood from him.
Doc could see the resistance from Jack, but the part of him that was screaming at himself to stop was all but inaudible now. He could see the desire in Jackâs eyes, the warring emotions, the conflict that toyed out so deliciously across his friendâs face.Â
So many strings to pull.
âDonât worry,â he said, brushing his knuckles across Jackâs cheek. âYouâll be just fine. He leaned in close, brushing his lips across the shell of Jackâs ear. The smell of blood hung heavy in the air - he could smell it, and he was certain that Jack could too. âYou know you want it,â he whispered.
Could a demon even be turned, he wondered? But he was fairly certain that he could stop Jack before he drank him dry - even if the vampire lost control. Simple Time Lord trick - heâd done it to plasmavores in the past - allowing her to drink most of him dry, but cutting off access at a critical point. And this time, he didnât even need to fake his death.












