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I originally posted this at fucking_andy as a fic for the prompt table. It's pretty Torchwood-influenced at the beginning and end, but the middle is just sex.

Title: The Future was Then. This is Now.
Author: debauchetarian
Pairing: Anderson Cooper/Jack Harkness (Torchwood, Doctor Who)
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: 9. Clockwise
Word Count: 1,784
Content: Slash, graphic sex., rimming, clifhangers to nowhere.
Summary: Anderson meets Captain Jack Harkness - whom he doesn't realize he's met before. PWSP (Porn with some crappy attempt at plot).
Disclaimer: Any similarity between the fictional version of the person portrayed here and the actual persons is purely coincidental. This is a work of fiction. This is not an attempt to defame the character of said person on the basis of libel, as the work is FICTIONAL (and NOT an intently false statement created with the express purpose of misleading others about the actual character of said person).

He'd been a mysterious friend of his mother's. That was all he knew, back from when he was just a kid. For a while, he came around frequently, but then Anderson never saw him again. He secretly wondered where he'd gone and if everything was okay, or if he had died, moved away, or just simply...disappeared.

A bar, Cardiff, 2008:

"Hi there. What are you drinking? I'll buy you another."

He'd been in the bar no longer than four minutes, and he was already being hit on. Being handsome, famous, and in all honesty a little promiscuous, Anderson was used to this. While most of the time it just got annoying, he was never one to turn down a guiltless fuck with a hot guy. And this guy, Anderson discovered as he looked up, was definitely suitable.

"Rum and Coke." Anderson smiled coyly at the handsome stranger, figuring he was up for a night of fun.

"Two Rum and Cokes, please," the man asked the bartender.

Anderson found himself staring at him again. He had light brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He had a strong jawline and a charming, Hollywood smile, but his lips were pouty and soft. He looked strangely familiar...

"I've never seen you around here before. Are you visiting?" He leaned in closer to Anderson, and Anderson almost lost his breath. Fuck, the guy was charming...

"I'm from New York." Anderson replied, "I'm a reporter and I'm doing a story about the strange things that've been apparently going on around here. If you ask me, it's all a lot of bullshit..." Anderson stared blankly into his glass for a breif moment before looking back up into his stunning blue eyes. "Er...sorry about the ranting. My name's Anderson Cooper by the way."

The man raised an eyebrow, then extended his hand to touch Anderson's. "Captain Jack Harkness," he introduced himself. "So have you got any plans for tonight, Anderson?"

Anderson closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. The sound of the man's voice excited him so much...

"That depends," Anderson replied, a devious smile gracing his lips, "do you?"


Anderson swung open the hotel room door with a little more force than was necessary. He was sure he must have woken up the guests next door, but fuck, he didn't care.

"Fuccckkk, Jack...." Anderson panted. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been this turned on. Jack sucked hard at the nape of Anderson's neck, trailing forceful kisses up across his jaw, and back to his mouth. His hard-on was pressing up against Jack's, begging for some kind of friction.

Anderson let his hands explore Jack's perfect body - his hips, his ass, his hard cock. He pulled apart the button on Jack's pants, all the while still locking lips with him, his tongue pressed up against Jack's.

They quickly and briefly broke apart to disrobe, tossing every article of clothing into the corner. They stood, catching their breath for a moment, giving each other the once-over - they both had nicely toned abs, Jack had an especially nice ass, and Anderson had sturdy, yet beautifully slender hips. Jack's erect cock was only bigger than Anderson's by about half an inch, but both men were well endowed.

And as quickly as they had strarted making out, they continued, Jack giving Anderson a posessive, hard squeeze on the ass, making him whimper into Jack's mouth.

"Fuck me, Jack," Anderson rasped, stroking Jack's cock a few times before kneeling down to taste it. He took it into his mouth, sucking playfully. Anderson moaned around the hard cock, making Jack groan loudly.

"Okayokay..." Jack gasped, "'you got any lube?"

Anderson pulled his mouth off Jack's dick, wiping his own saliva off his chin with the back of his hand. "Fuck. I didn't bring any...."

"S'okay." Jack replied, "lean over the bed, I've got an idea."

Before Anderson could protest, Jack dropped to his knees and ran his hands up and down Anderson's ass cheeks before spreading them a little. Anderson may have been 40, but he had the ass of an 18 year-old. Jack admired Anderson's ass once more before running his tongue over the tight pink hole.

Anderson shivered and threw back his head. "Jesus...that feels..."

Jack penetrated him with his tongue.

"Fuck! Oh god, Jack, yeaahhhh....." Anderson was begging now. "Fuck me now, Jack, please..."

Jack continued to lap away at Anderson's ass, making sure he was good and wet, before inserting two fingers with a nice, hard thrust of his forearm.

Anderson lost his breath for a moment before groaning loudly. Jack removed the fingers and added another, thrusting into him like before and curving his fingers to hit Anderson's prostate right on. Jack was a fucking expert.

"I want you inside me, Jack," Anderson begged and moaned. "Pleeeaaasse...."

"Lie down," Jack tapped his ass, motioning him onto the bed. "Face up. I want to see your beautiful eyes..."

Anderson quivered, obeying Jack's commands, spreading his legs and pulling Jack toward him and on top of him, thanking him for the compliment by giving him an enthusiastic, lust-filled kiss.

As the kiss deepened with both pleasure and emotion, Jack began to penetrate Anderson, making his breath quicken and his skilled tongue move faster in Jack's mouth.

Jack quickly slid all the way into Anderson. "Fuck, you're so tight..." Jack took a deep breath and began to fuck his new lover gently and slowly, still managing to provoke immense pleasure in Anderson. Anderson's moans were soft and drawn out. He began to relax. It felt wonderful.

Jack was, in every way, an excellent lover. Anderson felt safe underneath him at the same time he felt that dangerous unpredictability that drove him into arousal. Jack continued to fuck Anderson at the same speed but with more force, making Anderson whimper involuntarily upon each thrust. He took Anderson's erection in his hand and stroked it a few times before leaning down to tongue his neck and nibble gently at the nearby erogenous zones, making Anderson sigh deeply with pleasure, moaning out.

Jack picked up the pace, his own arousal getting the better of him. Anderson certainly didn't mind, judging by the noises he was making: lustful pants and moans and the occasional detached muttering of Jack's name as the beautiful man on top of him pounded into him, now without relent.

Anderson got louder. "Fuck, Jack, yes....fuck me...hard....yeeaahhhh....."

They were both so close.

Anderson grabbed the bars on the bed frame to keep from being rammed into the wall by Jack's intense drive toward pleasure, and seven mind-blowing seconds later, he came all over his abs and chest, followed shortly by Jack's loud, earth-shattering orgasm inside him.

They both collapsed after the mutually unbelievable sex, hot and sweaty and out of breath on the bed.

They lay there for about half an hour, speechless, exchanging the occasional glance, before Jack finally sat up. He had almost forgotten what he had to do.

 "Give me your hand, Anderson Cooper."

Anderson presented his right hand, but Jack grabbed him by his left wrist and pulled the hand toward him. He pressed a button on his watch and Anderson just sat there naked on the bed, wondering what the hell this guy was up to.

He looked back down at his hand with a look of subdued horror. This...thing about the size of a coin appeared in his hand. Jack took it from him and Anderson looked like he was either about to faint, or freak out. What the FUCK....

Vanderbilt home, New York, 1974:

It was another one of his mom's lavish parties, and Anderson found himself all alone. His mom told him it would be impolite not to make an appearance, so he stood in the corner and played with his favourite airplane.

"Hello, Anderson." A man knelt down in front of him, so as to match his height.

"Hi..." Little Anderson started shyly, realizing he did not know the man's name.

"My name is Jack. Captain Jack Harkness. I'm a friend of your mom's."

Anderson just stood and nodded.

"You wanna know a secret?"

Anderson nodded and smiled, excited to be privvy to something so special.

"But you have to promise not to tell anyone. Promise?"

Anderson agreed.

"I'm from the future."

"Woah...." Anderson gasped under his breath to himself in disbelief.

"I'm what's called a Time Agent. Pretty cool, huh?" The Captain smiled at the young boy's awe. "And what's really cool is that you might get to be a Time Agent, too."

Little Anderson shook his head in disbelief. "No way! But I don't know how to travel through time."

"All you have to do is keep this." Jack held up a small, five-sided object. It looked similar to a coin, but close-up, it was like nothing Anderson had ever seen before. "Hold out your left hand."

Anderson held out his right, and then quickly switched it for his left. Jack placed the device in the palm of Anderson's hand, and it sunk into his skin, embedding itself before disappearing into him completely.

Little Anderson stared wide-eyed at his hand, flipping it over a couple of times and then looking around on the floor. "Where'd it go?"

"You'll find out much later." Jack answered and handed him a drink, "drink this."

Anderson didn't even ask questions. He brought the glass to his lips, but then brought it back down. "Hey, how do you travel in time, anyway?"

Jack looked around in an exaggerated attempt to make sure no one was looking. He held out his wrist, on which was a strap with what looked like a really, really fancy hi-tech space watch or something. "You press this," he pressed a button and a little light came on, "and then you turn this," he pointed to the part that most made it resemble a watch, "clockwise."

"Clockwise?" Anderson repeated back to him.

"Well, if you want to go forward in time, yeah. To go back you turn it the other way." Jack turned it clockwise, setting it for the exact appropriate time in the future. "Don't forget to finish your drink."

Anderson nodded and drank more from the glass as Jack pressed another button and...disappeared.

Anderson woke up the next morning as if nothing beyond playing with his toy airplane had ever happened.


Anderson's hotel room, Cardiff, 2008:

Jack stared at the small object with a look of great intent, as Anderson stared at Jack in hopes that he would turn around and explain what the fuck had just happened.

Jack laughed under his breath. He seemed to be beaming with joy. "At last. I've found you."


wha-? wuh-! what happened?! what was that coin thing?!! I need to know!

nicely done! ;)
Ahh, cliffhangers of doom...

Maybe Anderson has a destiny, or maybe Jack's just fucking with him. (Tee hee...)

Glad you liked!
Aww, thanks! Yeah, I was so convinced to leave it open-ended in so many aspects (like the Gloria thing, hehe). 'Guess I just like to leave people's questions unanswered...

And I wouldn't put it past either of them... ;)
Very creative. I love it.
Aw, thanks! It's nice to know people are reading my stuff, all weird pairings considered!
This is a great start. Have you continued it? :)
I have half a mind to continue it...but I seldom finish what I start fic-wise...