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Clint felt a slight sensation in his stomach with Jack’s hand slipped further up his thigh. “I…” he couldn’t find the words. Jack Harkness was something completely different to anyone and his mind was spinning with all the thoughts he was having right now. He had been attracted to Jackie as soon as he met her and still, now, when Harkness was a man he found it hard to resist his alluring personality and gestures. He swallowed hard even though he felt nervous and unsure of himself, he was certain of one thing he didn’t want Jack to go, not now while he was beginning to burn. “Stay,” he managed to choke, and gripped Jack’s wrist.
Jack smiled at the wall opposite him. He knew Clint wouldn’t let him go, not after the events of the previous night. He slowly turned back to face the man. “Sorry? I missed that.” Teasing. Always teasing.
Charles blinked. ”I’m…going to go now.”
“And I’m mildly offended you think I’m that easy to take to bed.”
"Now, when did I say anything remotely like that, Mr Xavier? I said you’d probably not be interested in my idea of fun, you wanted to know what my idea of fun was, and I showed you. You’re jumping to conclusions, dear."
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It’s much more complicated than that, Harkness.
I no longer need the regenerations of a Time Lord to come back. A long time ago, I was made Death’s Champion, and now I work for her. When I die, she allows me to live again.
So you can’t die. You’re still the Master, and you’ve tried to destroy or take over the world too many times to count.