Love me Tender

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TITLE: Love Me Tender 
AUTHOR: Aviv_b
RATING:  NC-17
CHARACTERS: Jack/John
DISCLAIMER:  Not mine; Aunty B's and RTD's
WORDS: ~ 2375
SUMMARY: John and Jack stuck in a time loop. How will they pass the time? 

A/N: I thought I'd try something different. This is written in third person present tense because in a time loop how do you know what's in the past, present or future?  Let me know what you think. 

A/N 2: John's body modifications were used in my story

 http://aviv-b.livejournal.com/15913.html


but they originate from Loveslashangst's Faithful!Verse stories.  http://loveslashangst.livejournal.com/tag/faithful!verse  

And a tiny reference to 

http://aviv-b.livejournal.com/141875.html


Written for love_bingo prompt - Love Bite

“Tell me that you love me,” he says thrusting in deeper.

“I don’t love you,” Jack growls, hating the distraction.

“Come on, I’m the best you’ve ever had and you know it,” John says as he twists a bit causing Jack to throw his head back in pleasure and pain.

“Fantastic. Now shut up.”

“Bossy, aren’t you. But then you’re always bossy.” John increases the pace a bit and draws a moan from Jack.

“Gotta come,” Jack says almost weeping.

“Bitch, don’t you dare until I say so.”

“Please John, please,” Jack begs. He thinks he’ll die if John doesn’t let him go.

“Tell me that you love me,” John repeats.

Sobbing Jack gasps out, “I hate you, you bastard.”

John laughs. “Close enough.” His expression changes to a sneer; he gives a few final thrusts and releases Jack’s cock from his grip as he comes. “Come for me you whore,” he tells Jack and then bites him hard enough on the neck to draw blood.

****

It’s a simple mission; a quick assassination, retrieval of the stolen weapon from the future that could assure the Janderon victory over the Micinea back then. Because that’s not how it goes in their timeline. And their timeline is the one that counts, of course. There, the Janderon spend eight years trying to defeat the more advanced, peaceful Micineans, but don’t have the technological means to penetrate the shielding around their major cities. They finally abandon the assault and crawl back to their home planet defeated.

Now, someone’s decided to get a weapon that will secure victory but they’re not playing by the rules. The Time Agency gets wind of the plot and sends their most ruthless agents to stop it. After all, if the Janderon win, they won’t stop with the Micinea, it will be the planet Acratane next, and then Byzantium, and if they are successful there, then the young rebel Colobuka won’t start a civil war and rise up to be the First Leader of the Third Millennium of the Fourteenth Sector in the year 5160. And that would be a very bad thing.

Initially, everything goes smoothly. They find the weapons dealer, kill her, wait for the buyer, fuck him, then kill him, destroy the weapon, return to their hotel, have celebratory sex and then it all goes tits up. Their time vortex manipulators won’t work and they spend a week trying to get them operational.  They are five hundred years before their own time, so they have to make do with what parts they can find. Jack, always confident, scoffs at John’s advice to the test the wrist bands on something like a dog first.

“So we’ll tie a note around Fluffie’s collar and ask someone in the future to let us know if the damn dog is okay?”

“Something along those lines. If these don’t operate properly we could find ourselves in the wrong time or place, or we may not be able to rematerialize or who knows, something really bad could happen,” John warns.

“Yeah?”

“I could find myself with your face or you could find yourself with my foot permanently buried in your ass.”

So they attach John’s strap to a stray dog and transport him, hopefully back to their time, back to the Time Agency's headquarters. They wait patiently for another week but receive no contact.

John cautions again for patience, but Jack is a man of action.

“Only one way to find out if that damn dog got back to base,” Jack said as he fiddles with his wrist band.

“Jack, don’t!”  John shouts, but it’s too late.

Jack activates his manipulator, there’s a buzzing sound and the smell of burning metal and they both lose consciousness. They come to and everything seems fine except the hotel room is clean and neat and shows no signs that they had lived in it for several weeks before they were able to complete their mission.

“That’s odd,” Jack said looking around.

John looks around, and goes pale. “Stay here,” he orders Jack and runs out the door. He returns a few minutes later, a look of horror on his face.

“We’re stuck in a time loop,” John yells. “You managed to fuck up royally this time.”

“Is it really that bad?”

“Goddess, you are an idiot, aren’t you?”

***

It takes two turns of the time loop before they notice something strange. Not that reliving the last two weeks over again isn’t strange enough, but after a night of drinking and John’s passive-aggressive remarks, Jack beats the hell out of John.  Jack apologizes when he sobers up the next day, but John waves him away. “Doesn’t matter. When the loop resets tomorrow, I’ll be good as new. Then I intend to smack the crap out of you.”

John can barely sit up and Jack spends most of the day caring for John with room service food and blow jobs.   The next afternoon the loop resets.  The room is once again neat as a pin.

“This is impossible,” John moans.

“What’s the matter?”

“I’m not better, I’m still bruised and sore and this should not be happening.”

“But we have both wrist bands back. Maybe we’ve broken through the loop,” Jack said.

They turn on the vid-screen, but no, it’s exactly two weeks earlier. Time has reset but somehow, they haven’t.

“Shit, shit, shit, this is even worse than I thought. I’m going to grow old and die stuck in a time loop with you,” John shouts.

Jack grabs John by the throat. “Not if I kill you first, which seems pretty likely at the moment.”

Much to Jack’s surprise, John easily flips him onto the bed and straddles him. “Oh, I don’t think so. We’re going to sober up, and analyze this problem properly. No more kidnapping dogs and sending them through the vortex. Discipline and rigorous calculations are the key to our escape.”

 “Calculations, uh, okay, what are we calculating?”

“I have no idea, but I’ve been told if you want to solve a problem, its best to concentrate on something else. So I’m going to fuck you for a while and we’ll see how that goes.” John laughs and Jack thinks there might be a touch of madness in his eyes.

“Maybe you should rest John. I think you may have hit your head…ow, stop that,” Jack cries as John bites him on the neck hard enough to break the skin.

“We need to keep track of time, and what better way than for you to record the time resets. One bite for every reset. Nice scaring bites. That should motivate you to use that brain of yours to solve this problem.”  He bites Jack a second time, to mark the prior time reset, before he lazily fucks him not caring if Jack comes or not.

For reasons Jack can’t explain, the biting and the fucking do seem to focus his mind. He begins to perform calculations of time and space and entropy and John is very impressed. So impressed that after four more resets of the time loop they kidnap a poodle, tie a message to her collar, carefully calibrate the settings and send her off through the vortex.

Ten more cycles pass as Jack continues to refine his calculations. John isn’t fooled, he knows Jack doesn’t have any formal training in the type of mathematics required to solve their dilemma, but then neither does he. At least it keeps Jack from unraveling. John prefers to undo Jack himself with longer bouts of fucking. 

Jack has forty-eight bite marks on his body when an astounding thing happens. John is buried balls deep in Jack’s ass when they hear a bark.  John pulls out and turns to see the last dog they sent through the vortex, a sickly yellow mongrel, standing before them.

“Hell, he didn’t even make it through the rift,” Jack says in tears.  John notices colored paper wrapped around the collar.

“It’s different paper, Jack, we’re saved!” 

“Great. Now get this cock ring off of me before I explode.”  John does, and Jack does as well.

Unfortunately, the paper turns out to be from a planet they’ve never heard of five thousand years in the future. The writing is close enough to current galactic standard for them to translate.

“Dear student of the past. This is a very interesting experiment you are conducting.  Keep up the hard work and soon you’ll have mastered time travel. Maybe you are the famous scientists that discover the solution. Can’t say anything more, don’t want to mess up the timelines.”

Jack is so upset that he slaps John until John agrees to be ‘a good wife.’ John discovers that this means that he will be giving the blow jobs as well as the love bites for the foreseeable future.

Twelve more cycles and another dog returns. Amazingly it has a note from the Time Agency, their time Agency. They dance with joy like children in their hotel room until they are exhausted. Only then they read the letter.

“We have confirmed that you are trapped in a time loop. We’ve never come across a progressive loop before and it will take some time to find a solution. In light of your situation we have sent you funds to make your situation more tolerable. Do not, we repeat, do not change locations.”

“Good news, bad news then,” Jack says as he grabs the credit chip away from John.

“Hey, I’ve got plans for that money,” John shouts.

“I’ve done all the work, so I should get the money,” Jack retorts.

John pouts for two days until Jack relents and gives him half the money. John disappears for a week. Jack worries that unless they are together, the Time Agency won’t find them. Or worse, they’ll find John and leave him behind. After all, its John’s vortex, coded to John’s DNA that they’ve been sending with the dogs.

Time resets and a day later John reappears. He’s smugly pleased with himself, that much is clear. He’s had some body modifications done and they spend much of the next two weeks testing out John’s newly enlarged cock. They agree it’s a success.

This marks a new stage in their relationship. They don’t have to do anything now but wait. John fills his time with getting more and more enhancements. He urges Jack to get some himself, but Jack argues that he’s fine the way he is. Jack does notice that he’s getting a few lines around the eyes and gets an ultrasonic face lift. John loves fussing over him like a good wife.

Jack has well over a hundred love bites now. It’s hard to tell, since some of the scaring has merged, but they reckon that almost five years has passed. They continue to send dogs through the vortex with chatty updates and receive the occasional ‘we’re almost there notes’ and dogs in return.

It becomes a bit boring.  John is having the last set of modifications put in that week and once they give them a thorough test drive, John won’t have anything to occupy his time. Jack watches the vid-shows he’s seen dozens of times already laughing as loudly at the jokes as he did on the first viewing.

The anticipation of rescue is making them edgy and irritable. They begin to drink too much again and occasionally fight. There’s no heat in it though, they can’t risk a serious injury when they might be whisked away at any moment.

John finishes his surgery and after a few days of recovery he sweet-talks Jack into bed. Jack has adapted to John’s enhanced cock, getting fucked by John at maximum size is almost like fisting. Then there’s the heat, lubrication and vibration that can be delivered in varying amounts. They try several combinations, two of which Jack finds painful but three he finds almost unbearably pleasurable. The prostate cup is a nice touch when used sparingly. But John saves the best for last.

“Do you know what today is,” he asks Jack seductively. “It’s our fifth anniversary in this loop, so happy anniversary baby,” John continues. He opens his mouth to reveal fangs and bites deeply into Jack’s neck. Jack isn’t crazy about the sensation and hopes that this isn’t his big present. It isn’t.

John kneels between Jack’s legs and pushes inside him. Jack legs are over John’s shoulders as John expands to fill Jack completely. He begins the familiar role play they’ve repeated so many times while stuck in the time loop.

“Tell me that you love me,” John says thrusting in deeper.

“I don’t love you,” Jack replies. John increases the vibration and the size a bit more. Jack moans.

“Come on, I’m the best you’ve ever had and you know it,” John says as he twists a bit causing Jack to throw his head back in pleasure and pain.

“Fantastic. Now shut up.”

And then Jack sees it. A tentacle. And then John sees that Jack sees it. “Yeah, just for you baby, in honor of the man responsible for bringing us together.”

The tentacle wraps around Jack’s cock making an effective cock ring. John continues to thrust increasing the vibration until Jack reaches the breaking point.

“Gotta come,” Jack says almost weeping.

“Bitch, don’t you dare until I say so.”

“Please John, please,” Jack begs. He thinks he’ll die if John doesn’t let him go.

“Tell me that you love me,” John repeats.

Sobbing Jack gasps out, “I hate you, you bastard.”

John laughs. “Close enough.”  He activates the prostate cup which adds suction. Jack is screaming. The tentacle unwraps in one fluid motion and Jack comes so hard he loses his vision for a moment. John is coming as well, pulsing burning hot inside him.

Jack hears applause. He laughs thinking that he’s actually, finally, lost his mind. His vision clears. They’re in the boardroom of the Time Agency.  On the table in fact. Surrounded by a group of smiling people, John grunts as he sees their boss step forward.

“Well, I see you’ve put your time to good use. Welcome home.”

All Jack can think is that sometimes, love really does bite.