Chapter Three

The effect is almost instantaneous. Clara feels like her body is vibrating as though she were light as a feather. Her vision seems to blur to a faint haze of her surroundings. The music is distinctly strange in her ears, and she's smacking her lips with the sweet aftertaste of the liquor.

"It will take a few minutes to adjust. Have some bread, Clara," the Doctor's voice is like a crashing wave of warm water that spills into her head.

Clara shakes herself a bit, "This is crazy."

"Bread," he puts a slice in her hands and when his warm fingers brush her own, Clara feels a rush of blood to her nether regions as if he has touched her there.

She gasps, but then finds herself chomping down on the bread the Doctor has given her. The haziness starts to dissipate but Clara can still feel a relaxing light headedness that has her leaning back into the couch for comfort. She glances over at her older men who don't look nearly as affected as she is and guffaws on her food in embarrassment.

Jack just laughs merrily, "Don't worry. First time I drank one of these I immediately blacked out and later found myself at the top of the Tower of London with nothing on but an American flag."

Clara's eyes widen, "And you say don't worry?"

"You're lookin' good so far, kid," he winks.

The Doctor is observing her carefully and thoughtfully. Clara feels herself glowing pink under his close attention. She tries to distract herself by reaching for another slice of bread.

The side doors open again and several female dancers in various beaded costumes enter the room. After a moment of confusion, Clara realizes that they are strippers.

"Ah, oh, we, uh won't be needing that, actually," the Doctor stutters, arms stretched out and hands waving.

"But I thought you said you never do anything half-way," Jack teases the Time Lord. The captain is already inviting a girl over to give them a lap dance.

It's the Doctor's turn to choke with embarrassment, his arms flailing about as the girl presses herself up against him. She's well-endowed and her neon pink costume doesn't hide much at all. She moves slowly like a belly-dancer and reaches down to smooth back the Doctor's hair and fondle his bowtie. She glances over and catches Clara's eye with a smirk.

Just as a girl starts toward Clara, she stands, shaky at first, but quickly regaining her sanity and balance. "Get out," she tells the girls firmly.

Jack gives a small pout as the girl sliding onto his lap stops, "What? Would you prefer men? Because I'm okay with that, too."

Clara feels nearly sick to her stomach seeing the girl pawing the Doctor, her Doctor. A wicked lick of jealousy is like a sharp pain in her chest, and she feels her lips curling.

It should be Clara herself there in the Doctor's lap with her hands in his hair.

"No. I just want them out. Get out!" she orders.

"Wait.. c'mon, Clara," Jack is nearly whining as the girls get up to leave. "The Doctor paid for the whole package deal, he said! That means food, drinks, and some fun! Am I right, ladies?"

"He already paid for me!" Clara shouts and points at the door, sending the girls scampering for it with a dark and possessive look. They close the door quickly behind them. "So I am what he will get," she turns to face the silent and ashen-faced alien, her knees almost knocking his where he sits on the couch.

Clara can sense Jack's approving and eager grin, despite his earlier protests, and scans the Doctor for any sign of refusal. His green eyes meet hers and there's an electric current that sparks between them. Clara takes in a breath to steady herself.

Before she can do anything more, the Doctor stands abruptly, bringing them nose to nose. He shakes his head slowly, his voice is low and his jaw is shifting side to side the way it does when he's nervous, "Clara Oswald, I meant to protect you from my own stupidity, but I didn't succeed, and I only made it worse. It seems I am doomed to fail at that over and over, because this is me failing once again."

He kisses her, and it's like the rest of the room no longer exists. Clara can only feel his lips upon hers, lapping hungrily at her without any restraint. His hands are fixed to her face, gripping her with a firm strength, holding her close to him. Clara melts into his arms and wishes for this moment to never end.

When they come up for air, the Doctor pushes her to the side and she falls with an "Ooph!" onto the couch.

He storms angrily to the other side of the room.

Jack runs both hands through his own hair, "Woah why are you stopping? That was the hot! Doctor?"

The room is quiet besides that of their heavy breathing. Clara sits up and bites her lip. She gazes longingly at the Doctor's turned back. His shoulders are hunched and his head is hanging low. A feeling of dread starts to fill her. Did she push him too far? Is the night ruined? The Doctor kissed her, and she kissed back, so why is he so angry?

The Doctor doesn't respond. He stands leaning against the window, peering moodily out into the darkness. The satellite has rotated enough to bring the Earth out of view, and so there is nothing but a black sky and little white dots scattered across the horizon.

Clara swallows hard. "Doctor?" she asks quietly.

"I'm sorry, Clara," he finally says. "I should not have taken advantage of you like that."

She frowns, "What? Doctor. I wanted to kiss you."

He still hasn't looked at her, but his tone of voice is suddenly bright, as if nothing happened, "What should we do, eh? I know of an intriguing New Year's Eve game that the Mosh people introduced to humanity in the year 4059 that there are now cults on Earth surrounding it as though it were a religion! It involves salt and pepper-"

"Doctor," Clara interrupts. "Look at me. Are you really going to just leave it at that?" her heart clenches.

She knows that she loves him, the way everyone lucky enough to meet the Doctor loves him.

It's impossible not to love the ancient alien, his ridiculous bowtie, his flapping arms and hands as he speaks, the wonderful giddy way he talks when he gets nerdy about science, the magical presence that he radiates, so wise and dark and powerful and kind. She can't get enough of him. It's like she's addicted to him, to the adventure, to the thrill and the chase, or the way he sadly smiles when he thinks she's not looking.

She loves him, but she didn't know his rejection would hurt this bad.

The Doctor is silent, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. His hands are trembling. Clara feels a deep sense of disappoint burrowing into the pit of her stomach.

She glances down at herself; she's wearing a skimpy black dress, high on alien liquor, and horny as hell for two men thousands of years her senior.

Could tonight get any more absurd?

Suddenly, Jack stands up, reminding the two of them of his presence in the room. Clara looks up at him with a startled gasp. His handsome face is contorted in rage.

Only a few loud steps later and Jack has reached the Doctor. He grabs the Time Lord's arm and spins him around.

The shocking answer to her internal question is what happens next.

The captain smashes his mouth onto the Doctor's in a crushing and vicious kiss and pushes him with an overpowering strength until the two of them are leaning against the couch. Jack forces the Doctor's struggling arms up over his head and uses one hand to hold his wrists together there. The other hand Jack uses for pulling off the Doctor's bowtie and unbuttoning his vest.

They are in an obvious test of masculine strength, both bucking against each other, breathing heavily, moaning and grunting and growling. Jack is the larger man and is able to keep the Doctor down beneath his body.

Clara watches in growing fascination as her Doctor is taken over and seduced, lying in a puddle of his bowtie, arousal clearly apparent despite his frustrated growls of protest. She's not sure if she should step in and stop this bizarre scene to save the Doctor until she notices how he's kissing the captain back. His lips arching up, opening freely, tongues dancing so passionately, the Doctor grinding his hips up against the older man. Clara's eyes can't open any wider.

Jack stops just as suddenly as he started and pulls back to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand.

"That's what you do to us!" he yells down at the Time Lord. "You can't kiss and run, Doctor, leaving us helpless and powerless but to love you. You can't do that to a person. You've done it to me and you've done it to so many others! I will not let you do it to her. She needs you. I need you," his voice cracks but his eyes are cold steel. "Why can't you just let go? Just for one night? It's been thousands of years since I've seen you, but I knew the moment I saw you again, even in a new body, I knew it was you and that I would bend over backwards for you. I would die a thousand deaths for you! And you know that I mean that literally. Please, Doctor. We want to give you this night. Why can't you just accept us?"

Jack is breathing hard as he finishes his speech. Clara finds herself nearly in tears, but she blinks them away.

The Doctor is nursing his bruised chin but is otherwise silent, his eyes deep green pools of reflection, looking like his mind is far away.

Jack steps lightly over to Clara and sits beside her.

He gently takes her face in one hand with surprising smoothness and tucks her hair behind her ear. He gives her a peck on the nose and smiles, "Clara, what do you say? Can you settle for an ugly old pervert like me just for one night?"

She can't help but smile in return, "Jack. You know that you're none of those things, and you know my answer." She catches the Doctor sitting up in her peripheral view, observing them with a heated stare.

Jack kisses her sweetly, and she finds herself wishing for him to kiss her with that same punishing power he used upon the Doctor. She tries to kiss back as passionately as she can, hoping he'll pick up on what she wants. Her hands reach up to pull on his lapel to get him closer to her, and she tugs with a strength that surprises them both.

He takes her hint and uses his weight to bring her onto her back on the couch. With his body covering hers, Jack presses her wrists down with his hands over her head in that same pose he put the Doctor. His kisses begin to trail down her neck. Clara can't contain a moan from escaping from deep inside her throat.

And that's enough to drive the Time Lord to a breaking point.

He moves steadily toward them and takes Jack's chin in his hand to pull his face up to look him in the eye. Clara watches the angry tension between them falter and dissipate. The Doctor brings his lips down and gives Jack a kiss on both sides of his face, his nose, his forehead, and finally his mouth.

The Doctor gently pushes on Jack's shoulders to bring him up and off of Clara as they kiss. When he releases the captain, the Doctor looks down at Clara with a twinkle in his eye, "Do you feel the same way?"

Clara nods, slowly at first, and then enthusiastically, as if she can't believe her luck. She smiles, "Doctor, yes. Yes! Although to be honest, it doesn't even need to be New Year's Eve of the year 5000, or 5 billion, or the end of the Universe! All I wanted was to show you.." she bites her lip for a moment. "That I care, and that no matter what happens," she lets out a little laugh. "God this likely sounds daft. But no matter what, I'm here for you. I want to show you how much you mean to me."

The Doctor's still hesitant expression is smoldering with a dark energy, "I've learned over the years to hold what is most precious to me as close to my heart as possible and run. I don't want to lose you."

"You won't," she promises.

And then the Doctor kisses her, and any worry of hurt is thrown out of her head. His lips are telling her how he feels. No amount of lies can cover up what he truly thinks of her. His lips are full and soft, pressing into her with a clear meaning of want and desire. She doesn't need him to say it. She knows. Clara is sandwiched between the two men in an awkward pretzel of arms and legs, but she manages to reach over and touch Jack on the leg. She feels his hand cover hers to show her he understands her message of thanks.

Clara then searches for the Doctor's half undone buttons and continues to remove his vest. His hands are everywhere, pushing the hair out of her face, sliding down her shoulders, gripping her chin, massaging her arms. Another set of hands belonging to a cheeky captain are removing her heels and sliding up her legs.

All she can think about is how the Doctor tastes and what his lips are doing to her. He's like fire, burning his mark onto her, and every caress sends a white hot shock down her spine. Clara tries to arch into him, squirming beneath him on the couch. She wishes he were lying on top of her as Jack had done. She can feel Jack's warm fingers edging closer to the hem of her skirt, starting to shift it higher up her legs.

The thought of the two of them being able to see what she has on under the dress sends a quiver through her, and she feels her inner thighs dampening again.

A giggle bubbles out of Clara suddenly, and she tries to push it down. She opens her eyes to see the Doctor's confused orbs of green.

"This is uncomfortable," she explains, nodding in the direction of their intertwined limbs.

The two men immediately move into action by getting up and rearranging the furniture. They push the tables of half eaten food out of the way and pull down all the pillows down onto the floor. The Doctor takes Clara's hands and lifts her to her feet while Jack shoves the couches back closer to the walls.

The floor has now become a giant bed, the softness of its mattress cushioning welcoming them, bidding them to join in.

Clara realizes as she stands there that this room has been specially designed to allow for this kind of event. The giggles start to overtake her again.

Before she can give in to the hysteria threatening to overtake her, the Doctor's lips are on her again. This time he's smooching down her neck and onto her shoulders. Standing behind her, Clara feels Jack start to unzip her dress, his lips nibbling on her ear. The blood seems to be pumping in her head, but she can still hear their ragged breathing echoing off the walls.

"I've never.." Clara stumbles on her words.

Jack pauses, "You're not a virgin, are you?"

She blushes furiously, "No, of course not! I've just never done this.. with two."

The captain's fingers tighten their grip on her dress, "I can leave if you want."

"Jack," the Doctor pulls back with a frown. He meets eyes with Clara, silently asking her with a sweet affection for permission. Clara gazes into his eyes and sees for the first time just how much the Doctor has let his guard down. How much he trusts and loves them both.

She nods and smiles, craning her neck to look back at him, "Don't you dare leave, Jack Harkness. I want you, too."

Jack's grin returns and he playfully smacks her ass, "That's captain to you, missy." He proceeds with unzipping her dress and Clara can feel a determined excitement in the way his hands peel the straps down her shoulders and off her arms.

The dress slips all the way down her body and peels at her feet on the floor.

The Doctor's breath hitches, "Clara." He says the word with a worshipping moan.

She's completely naked, having not worn anything under the dress. There was no suitable underwear in the closet when she went to pick out a dress. Clara now wonders if that was on purpose as well.

The Doctor smiles with that boyish charm that Clara finds irresistible, "You're so beautiful, my Clara." He plants a kiss on her neck. "My Clara," he repeats almost wistfully, and kisses her collarbone.

Clara plays with his hair for a moment, before putting a slight pressure on his head to push him down her chest. His lips find her right nipple and she gasps, "Doctor!" She's being kissed on the front and on the back where Jack is leaving butterfly light licks on her neck. She can feel the heat emanating from the two men's bodies that she's constrained between. Jack is standing with his hips aligned with hers and his erection pressing against her bum.

"Relax, doll, "she hears Jack whisper.

The Doctor moves from one nipple to the other, his hands gripping her hips. Clara lets her head fall back and her shoulders melt. She breathes out a sigh and tries to will herself to be more comfortable. Jack's fingers trail down her back. The men then fall to their knees on either side of her as if worshipping her womanhood in silent prayer.

She feels fingers beginning to caress her inner thigh and the curve of her ass and she can't tell if they belong to Jack or the Doctor. She closes her eyes in an effort to stay focused on standing. "Oh, God!" she hisses with pleasure as fingers find the mound of her sex, twirling in slow circles.

Clara's knees give out and she falls forward into the Doctor's arms. He catches her and lays her on the floor. Their combined perusal of her body continues. The Doctor roams downwards to her hips as Jack leans in to kiss her breasts. His fingers find her nipples and pinch them playfully. Clara is so distracted that she doesn't realize the Doctor has positioned his head at her naval.

The Doctor's tongue flicks her clit suddenly, and Clara yelps in delight. She looks down at him.

He has transformed from the hesitant and awkward Doctor into that mad beast she saw on the dance floor, his expression dark and powerful. There is a certain quality of mischief to his grin as he greedily eats her up, sucking and licking as he goes. Clara throws her head back, her hands reaching blindly outwards.

The captain grabs her wrists and firmly holds them above her head once again. His other hand is still playing with her nipple and his mouth has found its twin. The coordinated assault of all her senses sends Clara into a spiral of pleasure. She feels dizzy and out of control. Her heart quickens, rebelling against the idea of no control. Her legs twitch, but the Doctor's body is holding them down as he drinks her wetness. Jack's grip of her wrists pins her down to the floor from above. She can't move, and is powerless to stop the building intensity in her lower abdomen.

"Oh yes! Oh please don't stop!" she hears herself crying out. And then her entire body tightens and uncoils with the most exhilarating climax she's ever experienced.

Clara pants with a heavy chest. She smiles as the two men slowly pull back and look at her. They both have half-lidded stares, their mouths open and expressions hungry.

"You two are way overdressed," Clara complains.

She doesn't need to tell them twice, because they immediately begin ripping off their clothes. Clara laughs loudly with a feeling of sheer joy.

The Doctor tries to undo his suspenders but his fingers are trying to move too fast and he gets stuck. Jack is there to remove them, and he yanks the Time Lord's shirt off as well, revealing pale skin. They share a heated look, and then Jack leans over and kisses him. When they pull back again, it's clear to Clara that something significant has been communicated between them, but she doesn't know what.

They glance back down at her and she feels a shiver go up her spine. Clara has the distinct feeling that she's about to find out.

Jack kicks off his boots and pulls down his trousers and underwear with a fluid grace. His grin is wide as he bares all to them. "Like what you see?" he asks Clara with a wink, and she realizes that her jaw has dropped wide open.

She clears her throat. Clara decides to take matters into her own hands. These men think they can control her? She gets up onto her knees and confidently crawls to Jack. His breathing hitches, and she can see the moment he figures out what she's about to do. His ice blue eyes watch her every movement. She smirks, "Oh yes, I'm quite impressed, captain."

Clara kisses the head of Jack's cock and brings him into her mouth. He moans and pushes his fingers through her hair. Clara gazes up at him, stroking him with her tongue.

A hand caresses her bum, and Clara almost gags from the surprise when she realizes that the Doctor has positioned himself behind her. His hands run all over her ass and then cup her womanhood, reigniting the heat there. Her eyes flutter shut, focusing on the wonderful torture the Doctor is giving her with his fingers.

Jack pulls out of her mouth for a moment to drop from his knees to lay on his back on the floor. His hands reach out for her.

Clara leans down on all fours and licks up the shaft of his cock, a thrill running through her as he closes his eyes and groans. She trails down and gently suckles on his balls. His fingers grip a little tighter on her hair, "Gods yes, you beautiful woman." He pulls her carefully back to his cock and she starts to pump him with her mouth.

The lips of the Doctor find her ears where he places a quick kiss. He breathes hot air onto her skin as he whispers, "You're so wet. Are you ready, my Clara?"

She's more turned on than she's ever been in her entire life, but can't properly answer with a mouth full of Jack Harkness. She settles for a wiggle of her bum and a positive toned hum that vibrates around Jack, driving him to arch his hips up into her throat.

The Doctor has removed his trousers and placed himself in position to enter her from behind. He kisses the back of her neck. "So perfect," he murmurs.

Clara can barely wait any longer and bucks her ass up, giving him a better angle. He chuckles, and kisses her again.

And then he burrows deep inside her and begins to pound into her with a ferocious speed. All of his patience disappears, and he's growling as he fucks her hard, slamming into her. She would scream if she were able to, but keeps sucking on Jack's cock, determined to please them both at the same time.

She's being thrust into from both ends, listening to the Doctor and Jack moan and cry out together like a sinful duet. Hands start to play with her breasts, and Clara realizes that the Doctor is spooning her body with his own to reach her nipples. His mouth occasionally leans down to kiss her neck, and Jack's hands are in her hair, smoothing it out and then gripping it tightly to pull her closer.

Clara can hardly believe how the night has turned out. To think that what she expected to be another one of the Doctor's silly adventures, getting into trouble and mischief, actually brought them to this erotic moment. She moans into Jack, feeling the Doctor pick up speed.

Their movements begin to get uneven and frantic. She's ready for them, and drinks happily as Jack spills his climax, swallowing quickly. The Doctor behind her thrusts one last time sharply and exhales her name in a sigh.

The room is full of the echoes of their breathing.

"That was amazing," Jack finally breaks the silence. His grin goes from ear to ear. He puts his hands on the back of his head to rest, splayed out with no shame on the floor.

The Doctor still hasn't pulled out of Clara, caved on top of her. He seems to rouse slowly, kissing her neck as he draws back. He whispers, "You are amazing, Clara Oswald."

She smiles, pleased with herself and with her gorgeous men. Clara lays down against Jack and giggles when the Doctor cuddles up on her other side, effectively sandwiching her between them once again.

Jack raises his head just enough to look up at the wall, "So. Forty minutes until it's the year 5000. Any ideas on what we should do until then?"

Clara gazes over at the Doctor's enigmatic expression of affection and heated curiosity. He chuckles that mysterious laugh of his and licks his lips, "I've got a few."

To be continued. . .

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