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51stcenturyfoxTitle: Captivity
Author: 51stCenturyFox
Pairing: Jack/John
Rating: NC-17 for sex/language
Wordcount: 1250
Warnings: Minor bondage and injury as foreplay. You know how these two are.
Summary: Interrogation is a key subject at the Academy. Gotta study.
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The cadet sauntered in and his assailant grabbed him by the shoulder and roughly wrenched an arm behind his back, pressing him hard against the wall. The action knocked the wind out of the other man and the attacker quickly cuffed his ankles with zip-ties and secured his arms.
"Now, that was easy. Step One: Immobilize and contain subject of interrogation," Jack panted triumphantly as he regarded John, tied fast to a metal chair in his dormitory room.
"Well, you didn't... warn me," John gasped.
"You think the baddies normally get a warning? Come on, you've been through this training already; help me out and be a good bad guy."
John raised a hand to dab at his bleeding lip, but the rope around his chest and upper arms held him to the back of the chair and limited his movement. "Fine. But you know, this is a written test first, right? You don't have to beat the hell out of me to remember the sequence."
"No, but you deserve it."
"Why? What did I do?"
"You probably did something to warrant being tied up."
"Good or bad? Well, tossup, but as ever, I can't argue with your convoluted logic. And by the way, always a pleasure. The violent coercion bit really isn't necessary."
Jack planted his hands on his hips and continued: "Step Two: Attempt to extract desired information via traditional means."
"That means you ask me questions, Beautiful."
"No. Really? Thanks," Jack sighed. His voice turned dark as he rounded on his classmate. "Where is the data map?"
"Which data map? You're gonna have to be more specific, mate."
"Name, rank and serial number, Cadet. Don't get chatty with your interrogator," Jack instructed.
"Wait, I thought you were the one practicing. I'm being the temporal terrorist or whatever."
"You're not being cooperative. I should slap you around a little."
"If I cooperated, that'd be missing the point. And you know, you are not at all intimidating, Boeshane boy. You're far too pretty. You need some scars or an eye patch or a cybernetic arm with pointy attachments to threaten your captives with."
"Oh, I've got a pointy attachment..."
John smirked. "What are you going to do, fuck the classified dossiers out of your targets?
Jack gave him a dirty look.
"Well, you said you had... so, anyway. Go on, Gorgeous. Milk me for information. The data maps? Oh yeah baby, I'll tell you everything."
Jack ignored him, stepped to a dresser and opened the top drawer. He continued, "Step Three: Create confusion and uncertainty in the subject."
"Oh yes, please keep warning me. 'Gee, I think Cover Boy is going to try to give me the oogies!' Flick the lights on and off on timers, deprive me of food and sleep, play shite music..."
"Don't you normally like it when I tell you what I'm going to do to you?" Jack asked softly, walking behind the chair.
"And you're telling me to be serious?"
"Yeah. Sorry," Jack said. He forced a somber expression.
"Fine, gorgeous. I'll play it your way," John sighed loudly. He rattled off name, rank and serial number in a monotone memorized litany. "And that's all you're getting out of me, you foul, filthy Time Agency bastard," he added, faking a sob.
"Ham."
"Well, you know, I.." John's retort was cut off by the strip of smooth fabric placed between his lips and tied behind his head.
Jack whispered, walking around him, "Guess there's only one way to shut Johnny up. Well, there are a few different ways, but only one officially sanctioned by the TA Field Manual. Scared yet?"
John rolled his eyes.
"Oh, such insolence, even when you can't say a word," Jack tut-tutted and slipped another regulation blue tie around John's face, this time blocking his vision. "Now you're helpless - gagged, bound, and blinded. You can think about the implications for a while before I take off the gag and let you tell me everything."
John flipped a two-fingered salute in the direction of Jack's voice.
"Oh, that's such a polite way to act towards someone with your very existence in his depraved hands."
John made a strangled sound.
"And yes, I know what you were going to say," Jack bent from behind him to whisper in his ear, one wrist thrown lightly over John's shoulder:
"Believe it or not, you're not as unpredictable as you'd like everyone to think."
John tilted his head and smoothed his cheek against his interrogator's.
"Now, that's playing nice, target," Jack said softly, before his captive's head whipped front to back and cracked hard along his jaw.
"Fuck," he said, rubbing the ache, "I guess you don't want nice."
Jack captured John's hands quickly and brought them behind his body, pulling them under the rope restraints. He cuffed them together.
"Since you're resisting. I'm not making any more mistakes, pal. Now, where was I? Oh yes, Step Four: Use physical intimidation, taking due care not to leave evidentiary marks." His hands played along John's shoulders and swept over the front of his neck before his fingers tightened. John swallowed hard against the pressure and Jack felt the other man's pulse quicken against his thumbs.
"Relax," he said, his voice low, "I really am not going to hurt you. Even though I'm not sure I'd trust you to give me the same consideration."
He dipped a hand to John's chest and slid over the fabric in a rough motion as he moved to face him from the front. Jack unsnapped the utility shirt with one sharp tug.
"No undershirt? Not regulation," he said. He clapped loudly in front of John's face and watched him flinch.
Jack brought his hands down to stroke his captive's torso lightly with his fingertips, so gently that they barely met flesh. John shivered involuntarily.
"You.. ticklish?" Jack contemplated this. Then decided to file that... knowledge away for a later date. He resolved to be stern, quelching a grin.
"Step Five: Extreme duress." Jack pinched a nipple tightly and was rewarded with a low moan. He looked up.
"I'll take off the gag, if you promise not to talk, for once." Jack watched John swallow, then nod. He unfastened the sodden tie and let it drop to the floor. John took a deep breath.
"Thanks. You bas-"
"Shhh. I meant it. No talking. Or I will hurt you."
Jack's palms roved flat to John's sides, then reached to undo his metal buckle. He deftly unfastened the belt and trousers and pulled them down hard, as his captive lifted to allow it.
"Good target. Look, I don't even need to beat you to force compliance".
"...shhhh.." he added preemptively when John opened his mouth.
"But hey, this isn't Commando school. Or is it just that you just don't like doing laundry?"
Jack's comment was met with a crooked smile but surprisingly, no retort. As Jack's thumbnails traced a deliberate, delicate track up the insides of his bared thighs, the captive's head fell back and he stifled a moan.
"Feel that? Not leaving any marks at all."
John had to bite his already sore bottom lip, hard, to keep from making any noise then, as Jack's expert lips enveloped him and slippery fingers began to work his body first teasingly and then with rising fervor. He came fast and silently, legs shaking, as the base of the metal chair clattered hard against the floor.
John fought to calm his hitching breath before he finally spoke.
"Not something I thought I'd ever utter, Cover Boy, but someday, I might have no other choice but to marry you. Wouldn't take extreme duress, either."
Jack laughed and shook his head as he unfastened the ankle restraints.
"As if."
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Author: 51stCenturyFox
Pairing: Jack/John
Rating: NC-17 for sex/language
Wordcount: 1250
Warnings: Minor bondage and injury as foreplay. You know how these two are.
Summary: Interrogation is a key subject at the Academy. Gotta study.
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The cadet sauntered in and his assailant grabbed him by the shoulder and roughly wrenched an arm behind his back, pressing him hard against the wall. The action knocked the wind out of the other man and the attacker quickly cuffed his ankles with zip-ties and secured his arms.
"Now, that was easy. Step One: Immobilize and contain subject of interrogation," Jack panted triumphantly as he regarded John, tied fast to a metal chair in his dormitory room.
"Well, you didn't... warn me," John gasped.
"You think the baddies normally get a warning? Come on, you've been through this training already; help me out and be a good bad guy."
John raised a hand to dab at his bleeding lip, but the rope around his chest and upper arms held him to the back of the chair and limited his movement. "Fine. But you know, this is a written test first, right? You don't have to beat the hell out of me to remember the sequence."
"No, but you deserve it."
"Why? What did I do?"
"You probably did something to warrant being tied up."
"Good or bad? Well, tossup, but as ever, I can't argue with your convoluted logic. And by the way, always a pleasure. The violent coercion bit really isn't necessary."
Jack planted his hands on his hips and continued: "Step Two: Attempt to extract desired information via traditional means."
"That means you ask me questions, Beautiful."
"No. Really? Thanks," Jack sighed. His voice turned dark as he rounded on his classmate. "Where is the data map?"
"Which data map? You're gonna have to be more specific, mate."
"Name, rank and serial number, Cadet. Don't get chatty with your interrogator," Jack instructed.
"Wait, I thought you were the one practicing. I'm being the temporal terrorist or whatever."
"You're not being cooperative. I should slap you around a little."
"If I cooperated, that'd be missing the point. And you know, you are not at all intimidating, Boeshane boy. You're far too pretty. You need some scars or an eye patch or a cybernetic arm with pointy attachments to threaten your captives with."
"Oh, I've got a pointy attachment..."
John smirked. "What are you going to do, fuck the classified dossiers out of your targets?
Jack gave him a dirty look.
"Well, you said you had... so, anyway. Go on, Gorgeous. Milk me for information. The data maps? Oh yeah baby, I'll tell you everything."
Jack ignored him, stepped to a dresser and opened the top drawer. He continued, "Step Three: Create confusion and uncertainty in the subject."
"Oh yes, please keep warning me. 'Gee, I think Cover Boy is going to try to give me the oogies!' Flick the lights on and off on timers, deprive me of food and sleep, play shite music..."
"Don't you normally like it when I tell you what I'm going to do to you?" Jack asked softly, walking behind the chair.
"And you're telling me to be serious?"
"Yeah. Sorry," Jack said. He forced a somber expression.
"Fine, gorgeous. I'll play it your way," John sighed loudly. He rattled off name, rank and serial number in a monotone memorized litany. "And that's all you're getting out of me, you foul, filthy Time Agency bastard," he added, faking a sob.
"Ham."
"Well, you know, I.." John's retort was cut off by the strip of smooth fabric placed between his lips and tied behind his head.
Jack whispered, walking around him, "Guess there's only one way to shut Johnny up. Well, there are a few different ways, but only one officially sanctioned by the TA Field Manual. Scared yet?"
John rolled his eyes.
"Oh, such insolence, even when you can't say a word," Jack tut-tutted and slipped another regulation blue tie around John's face, this time blocking his vision. "Now you're helpless - gagged, bound, and blinded. You can think about the implications for a while before I take off the gag and let you tell me everything."
John flipped a two-fingered salute in the direction of Jack's voice.
"Oh, that's such a polite way to act towards someone with your very existence in his depraved hands."
John made a strangled sound.
"And yes, I know what you were going to say," Jack bent from behind him to whisper in his ear, one wrist thrown lightly over John's shoulder:
"Believe it or not, you're not as unpredictable as you'd like everyone to think."
John tilted his head and smoothed his cheek against his interrogator's.
"Now, that's playing nice, target," Jack said softly, before his captive's head whipped front to back and cracked hard along his jaw.
"Fuck," he said, rubbing the ache, "I guess you don't want nice."
Jack captured John's hands quickly and brought them behind his body, pulling them under the rope restraints. He cuffed them together.
"Since you're resisting. I'm not making any more mistakes, pal. Now, where was I? Oh yes, Step Four: Use physical intimidation, taking due care not to leave evidentiary marks." His hands played along John's shoulders and swept over the front of his neck before his fingers tightened. John swallowed hard against the pressure and Jack felt the other man's pulse quicken against his thumbs.
"Relax," he said, his voice low, "I really am not going to hurt you. Even though I'm not sure I'd trust you to give me the same consideration."
He dipped a hand to John's chest and slid over the fabric in a rough motion as he moved to face him from the front. Jack unsnapped the utility shirt with one sharp tug.
"No undershirt? Not regulation," he said. He clapped loudly in front of John's face and watched him flinch.
Jack brought his hands down to stroke his captive's torso lightly with his fingertips, so gently that they barely met flesh. John shivered involuntarily.
"You.. ticklish?" Jack contemplated this. Then decided to file that... knowledge away for a later date. He resolved to be stern, quelching a grin.
"Step Five: Extreme duress." Jack pinched a nipple tightly and was rewarded with a low moan. He looked up.
"I'll take off the gag, if you promise not to talk, for once." Jack watched John swallow, then nod. He unfastened the sodden tie and let it drop to the floor. John took a deep breath.
"Thanks. You bas-"
"Shhh. I meant it. No talking. Or I will hurt you."
Jack's palms roved flat to John's sides, then reached to undo his metal buckle. He deftly unfastened the belt and trousers and pulled them down hard, as his captive lifted to allow it.
"Good target. Look, I don't even need to beat you to force compliance".
"...shhhh.." he added preemptively when John opened his mouth.
"But hey, this isn't Commando school. Or is it just that you just don't like doing laundry?"
Jack's comment was met with a crooked smile but surprisingly, no retort. As Jack's thumbnails traced a deliberate, delicate track up the insides of his bared thighs, the captive's head fell back and he stifled a moan.
"Feel that? Not leaving any marks at all."
John had to bite his already sore bottom lip, hard, to keep from making any noise then, as Jack's expert lips enveloped him and slippery fingers began to work his body first teasingly and then with rising fervor. He came fast and silently, legs shaking, as the base of the metal chair clattered hard against the floor.
John fought to calm his hitching breath before he finally spoke.
"Not something I thought I'd ever utter, Cover Boy, but someday, I might have no other choice but to marry you. Wouldn't take extreme duress, either."
Jack laughed and shook his head as he unfastened the ankle restraints.
"As if."
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