Fic: Just Another Doctor, chapter 2
Title: Just Another Doctor, Ch. 2/?
Author: meself, fid_gin
Beta: unfolded73
Pairing: alt!Ten/Ten/Rose
Rating: Rating skyrockets to NC17 for this chapter for graphic sex including slash
Disclaimer: I own nothing, all hail the BBC
Summary: Torchwood meets the Loved 'verse
Notes: Looking like this is probably going to be about 5 chapters, now, but I'm unwilling to commit to that just yet. Reading of the other Loved 'verse fics is probably not necessary, so long as you can wrap your brain around the fact that these three are traveling together. And shagging. Oh, and one of them has a tattoo. ;)
Chapter 1
“What?!”
The Doctor's voice had reached an unseemly high pitch as he repeated this phrase for at least the fourth time since they had left the Torchwood hub and headed back to the TARDIS for the night.
“Jack asked me to stay and work for Torchwood,” the other Doctor repeated, as though it were the most normal thing in the world.
“What did he do that for?” The Doctor was grateful Rose was out of the room at the moment, both for her not hearing about Jack attempting to seduce the other Doctor into abandoning them, and for her missing his own emotional reaction to the news.
The Doctor in blue was reclined in the jumpseat, his trainers up on the console jiggling slightly, either from restlessness or nervousness, the Doctor was unable to tell. “I don't know,” he said after a pause. “He thinks I can help them.”
“Help Torchwood?!” the Doctor echoed incredulously. “Torchwood doesn't need help!”
“Apparently they lost a few people...”
“Toshiko and Owen, yes, I heard,” the Doctor said impatiently. The other Doctor glared at him.
“Anyway, they're a bit short staffed and could use a resident genius.” He smiled broadly at the Doctor, who resisted the urge to go and knock him out of that chair.
“And what did you say?” He was being deliberately vague, the Doctor could tell, and there could only be one reason for that: he hadn't declined.
“Didn't say anything, yet,” the other Doctor admitted with a shrug.
“You're considering it?” Another non-committal shrug was his only reply, and the Doctor fumed. “You do know that Jack is just doing this because he's...Jack?”
The other Doctor's eyes narrowed. “What's that supposed to mean?”
The Doctor sighed, closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingertips. “It means,” he said, drawing out the word, “that I'm surprised that the idea that Jack only offered you a position at Torchwood because he fancies you...us...never crossed your mind.”
“Oh please,” the other Doctor said, waving his hand is a gesture of dismissal. “Jack isn't that subtle.” His left eyebrow quirked up. “Are you jealous?”
“Of who?!” the Doctor squeaked indignantly.
“Who's jealous?” Rose asked, sauntering back into the room, munching on a slice from the plate of toast and jam she carried.
“He is,” the Doctor in blue replied. Rose gave a sticky smile.
“Of who?”
“Enough, both of you, enough! I am not jealous, I'm attempting to look out for your best interests since you seem incapable of doing so yourself without ending up imprisoned or...or...tattooed.”
“Oh, are you getting another tattoo?” Rose asked the other Doctor excitedly.
“NO!” they answered in unison, their voices raised in irritation, both their heads whipping around to glare at her.
Rose's forehead wrinkled. “All right, tetchy, god!” She turned her back and she, and her toast, stormed out of the room.
The Doctor sighed. He regarded his twin in silence for a moment.
“Go on,” the other Doctor said, softly, staring at his still-gently jittering shoes.
“Why would you even consider it?” the Doctor said finally, hating the whinging tone of his voice. Another shrug from the Doctor in blue. “Aren't you...happy, here?”
“Of course I am,” the other man answered, a bit too quickly. “It's just...” His voice trailed off.
“Just...?” the Doctor prompted after a moment.
“Just - maybe I could be happy there, too,” the other Doctor said finally, the words spilling out in a rush. His eyes finally met the Doctor's. “You've got forever, Doctor. My time to experience everything life has to offer is...somewhat limited.” His lips had grown thin with these last bitter sentences.
The Doctor's hearts broke, just a little bit. “And you'd - you'd rather spend that time on Earth, not in the TARDIS?”
“I've had a millennium in the TARDIS.” He looked around the console room, fondness in his eyes. “I love the old girl, but maybe it's time for a change of scenery.”
“You'll go mad,” the Doctor said, his voice thick with emotion. “Trapped on Earth, alone - you'll lose your mind.”
The other Doctor gave what might have been a chuckle. “I think we both know it's a bit late for that,” he said cheekily. He stood and gave a long stretch, revealing a thin patch of bare stomach as he braced his hands on his hips and leaned back, and his shirt pulled up and came untucked from his trousers. “I'm going to find Rose,” he said.
“She's in her bedroom,” the Doctor said, feeling numbed by this whole conversation. The other Doctor walked slowly from the room, pausing by the entrance to the cavernous console room.
“You coming?” he asked.
He was barely through the door of Rose's bedroom before the Doctor in blue pounced on him. The other man's lips were warm against his own, and he brought his hands to the sides of the Doctor's face as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into his mouth. The Doctor kissed him back even through the fugue of puzzled hurt that remained with him after the conversation in the console room, became aware as the other Doctor began to push his brown suit jacket off of his shoulders that Rose was reclined on the bed, already nude. Watching them. In spite of himself, he moaned softly against the other Doctor's lips.
The other Doctor's breathing had grown ragged, and he finally broke the kiss as the Doctor moved his fingers to the buttons of his shirt, reached up to grab one of the Doctor's hands and, with a sort of desperate sound in the back of his throat, moved it to his groin. He was already straining against the fabric of his trousers, and the Doctor felt himself harden in response, smiled as he moved his mouth to his double's neck. “You're in a hurry,” he hissed before nipping softly just below the other man's ear. “I think you quite enjoyed being Jack's centre of attention.” Hearing a muffled whimper from the bed, he looked to see Rose, delectably outlined in the shadows of the darkened room, her hand between her legs as she continued to watch the two of them. “What do you want, love?” he asked, raising his voice to indicate he was addressing Rose.
“I want you to suck his cock,” she instructed softly, her voice strained as the rhythm of her fingers sped up. The other Doctor groaned at her words, as the Doctor began to work the fastenings of his blue trousers.
“Do you really want to leave this behind?” he asked, quietly enough that Rose would not hear, just before dropping to his knees. He freed the other man's cock from the confines of his trousers and pants and took him in his mouth and deep into his throat, pulling back to flick his tongue against the head before swallowing him again, curling his fingers around the length of him to follow his lips with his fist. He sucked greedily, wanting to force the other Doctor to come quickly; it had become a sort of contest over the many months to see who could outlast whom, and the Doctor took great delight in compelling the other Doctor to lose. But as the other man started to get close, thrusting his hips to meet the bobbing of the Doctor's head, Rose called to them. He stood to his feet, kissing the other Doctor again briefly to let him taste the salt of his own skin, and then shed the rest of his clothes before stretching out next to Rose.
The smell of her was, as always, intoxicating. He explored every dip, every rounded curve of her body with his hands as he sucked at her neck, murmuring against her skin. “Rose. My Rose.” He felt the weight of the other Doctor shift onto the bed as he lay behind her - their hands met at her waist, then parted to each slide down, one in front and one behind, to where her own hand had been moments before. The Doctor guided her leg up and over his hip. She was hot and wet, her clitoris swollen and all-too-easy to roll under his fingers as the other Doctor thrust two digits deep inside of her.
“Want...you inside,” Rose panted after a few minutes of this. “Both of you.”
“Are you sure?” he heard the other Doctor ask gently, and she moaned her approval. The Doctor felt the other man's fingers withdraw from her, and there was a grating noise and then a soft snick as the nightstand drawer was opened and closed softly. Reaching down, pulling her leg higher up over his own, the Doctor guided himself into the heat of her, crying out softly. Moments later he felt the other Doctor return, spooned against her back, heard him kissing her neck and shoulders and murmuring soft words of encouragement as he slowly worked his now-slick cock inside of her. The Doctor realized he could feel the gentle pressure of the other man's penis against his own from inside, and the sensation was both bizarre and highly erotic. Rose whimpered, and he bristled, ready to insist that they call this whole thing off, but he realized almost immediately that it was not from pain as she gasped an exhilarating string of profanity. Both fully sheathed inside of her, they lay for a moment, allowing her to adjust. When they did begin to move, it was a gentle, alternating rocking between them, and Rose grabbed at his shoulders as though she were hanging on for dear life.
“Is that okay?” he whispered. She nodded, her mouth open, her eyes squeezed shut. “Is it good?”
“God, yes.” She opened her eyes. “You?”
“Amazing,” he bit out as the other Doctor's hand brushed against his haunch and their eyes met over her shoulder. The tiny loops and shapes of the Gallifreyan tattoo he had placed on his double's hip were just visible over the curve of Rose's body, seeming to ripple and change in the dim light with the movement of his controlled thrusts. The Doctor remembered the first time the other man had fucked him like he was now fucking her, and the memory of the sensation of it nearly caused him to lose it. He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and tried to concentrate on holding on. Just...a bit...longer...
Rose came suddenly and violently between them, shouting her pleasure in his ear. It was more than he could stand and he followed her almost immediately, pulsing inside of her as his whole body tensed. The other Doctor lasted two more slow thrusts before finally crying out, his fingertips digging into the Doctor's thigh as he shook against Rose's back. When his shudders had ceased, he carefully slid out from her and flopped onto his back. Rose rolled away from the Doctor and crawled over the form of the other, kissing him soundly on the lips. The Doctor felt himself boil just a little with the usual envy of watching the two of them drift off in post-coital bliss, but it was something he had learned to tame in the time the three of them had been together. Pressing a kiss against Rose's collar-bone, he rested until they were both asleep, then rose and dressed silently.
The Doctor laced up his trainers and pulled on his long coat, anticipating that the chill in the Welsh evening would be all the worse for having a moment ago been deliciously warm in Rose's bed.
Jack would still be awake, and he aimed to find out what the hell he was playing at.
Chapter 3
Author: meself, fid_gin
Beta: unfolded73
Pairing: alt!Ten/Ten/Rose
Rating: Rating skyrockets to NC17 for this chapter for graphic sex including slash
Disclaimer: I own nothing, all hail the BBC
Summary: Torchwood meets the Loved 'verse
Notes: Looking like this is probably going to be about 5 chapters, now, but I'm unwilling to commit to that just yet. Reading of the other Loved 'verse fics is probably not necessary, so long as you can wrap your brain around the fact that these three are traveling together. And shagging. Oh, and one of them has a tattoo. ;)
Chapter 1
“What?!”
The Doctor's voice had reached an unseemly high pitch as he repeated this phrase for at least the fourth time since they had left the Torchwood hub and headed back to the TARDIS for the night.
“Jack asked me to stay and work for Torchwood,” the other Doctor repeated, as though it were the most normal thing in the world.
“What did he do that for?” The Doctor was grateful Rose was out of the room at the moment, both for her not hearing about Jack attempting to seduce the other Doctor into abandoning them, and for her missing his own emotional reaction to the news.
The Doctor in blue was reclined in the jumpseat, his trainers up on the console jiggling slightly, either from restlessness or nervousness, the Doctor was unable to tell. “I don't know,” he said after a pause. “He thinks I can help them.”
“Help Torchwood?!” the Doctor echoed incredulously. “Torchwood doesn't need help!”
“Apparently they lost a few people...”
“Toshiko and Owen, yes, I heard,” the Doctor said impatiently. The other Doctor glared at him.
“Anyway, they're a bit short staffed and could use a resident genius.” He smiled broadly at the Doctor, who resisted the urge to go and knock him out of that chair.
“And what did you say?” He was being deliberately vague, the Doctor could tell, and there could only be one reason for that: he hadn't declined.
“Didn't say anything, yet,” the other Doctor admitted with a shrug.
“You're considering it?” Another non-committal shrug was his only reply, and the Doctor fumed. “You do know that Jack is just doing this because he's...Jack?”
The other Doctor's eyes narrowed. “What's that supposed to mean?”
The Doctor sighed, closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingertips. “It means,” he said, drawing out the word, “that I'm surprised that the idea that Jack only offered you a position at Torchwood because he fancies you...us...never crossed your mind.”
“Oh please,” the other Doctor said, waving his hand is a gesture of dismissal. “Jack isn't that subtle.” His left eyebrow quirked up. “Are you jealous?”
“Of who?!” the Doctor squeaked indignantly.
“Who's jealous?” Rose asked, sauntering back into the room, munching on a slice from the plate of toast and jam she carried.
“He is,” the Doctor in blue replied. Rose gave a sticky smile.
“Of who?”
“Enough, both of you, enough! I am not jealous, I'm attempting to look out for your best interests since you seem incapable of doing so yourself without ending up imprisoned or...or...tattooed.”
“Oh, are you getting another tattoo?” Rose asked the other Doctor excitedly.
“NO!” they answered in unison, their voices raised in irritation, both their heads whipping around to glare at her.
Rose's forehead wrinkled. “All right, tetchy, god!” She turned her back and she, and her toast, stormed out of the room.
The Doctor sighed. He regarded his twin in silence for a moment.
“Go on,” the other Doctor said, softly, staring at his still-gently jittering shoes.
“Why would you even consider it?” the Doctor said finally, hating the whinging tone of his voice. Another shrug from the Doctor in blue. “Aren't you...happy, here?”
“Of course I am,” the other man answered, a bit too quickly. “It's just...” His voice trailed off.
“Just...?” the Doctor prompted after a moment.
“Just - maybe I could be happy there, too,” the other Doctor said finally, the words spilling out in a rush. His eyes finally met the Doctor's. “You've got forever, Doctor. My time to experience everything life has to offer is...somewhat limited.” His lips had grown thin with these last bitter sentences.
The Doctor's hearts broke, just a little bit. “And you'd - you'd rather spend that time on Earth, not in the TARDIS?”
“I've had a millennium in the TARDIS.” He looked around the console room, fondness in his eyes. “I love the old girl, but maybe it's time for a change of scenery.”
“You'll go mad,” the Doctor said, his voice thick with emotion. “Trapped on Earth, alone - you'll lose your mind.”
The other Doctor gave what might have been a chuckle. “I think we both know it's a bit late for that,” he said cheekily. He stood and gave a long stretch, revealing a thin patch of bare stomach as he braced his hands on his hips and leaned back, and his shirt pulled up and came untucked from his trousers. “I'm going to find Rose,” he said.
“She's in her bedroom,” the Doctor said, feeling numbed by this whole conversation. The other Doctor walked slowly from the room, pausing by the entrance to the cavernous console room.
“You coming?” he asked.
He was barely through the door of Rose's bedroom before the Doctor in blue pounced on him. The other man's lips were warm against his own, and he brought his hands to the sides of the Doctor's face as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into his mouth. The Doctor kissed him back even through the fugue of puzzled hurt that remained with him after the conversation in the console room, became aware as the other Doctor began to push his brown suit jacket off of his shoulders that Rose was reclined on the bed, already nude. Watching them. In spite of himself, he moaned softly against the other Doctor's lips.
The other Doctor's breathing had grown ragged, and he finally broke the kiss as the Doctor moved his fingers to the buttons of his shirt, reached up to grab one of the Doctor's hands and, with a sort of desperate sound in the back of his throat, moved it to his groin. He was already straining against the fabric of his trousers, and the Doctor felt himself harden in response, smiled as he moved his mouth to his double's neck. “You're in a hurry,” he hissed before nipping softly just below the other man's ear. “I think you quite enjoyed being Jack's centre of attention.” Hearing a muffled whimper from the bed, he looked to see Rose, delectably outlined in the shadows of the darkened room, her hand between her legs as she continued to watch the two of them. “What do you want, love?” he asked, raising his voice to indicate he was addressing Rose.
“I want you to suck his cock,” she instructed softly, her voice strained as the rhythm of her fingers sped up. The other Doctor groaned at her words, as the Doctor began to work the fastenings of his blue trousers.
“Do you really want to leave this behind?” he asked, quietly enough that Rose would not hear, just before dropping to his knees. He freed the other man's cock from the confines of his trousers and pants and took him in his mouth and deep into his throat, pulling back to flick his tongue against the head before swallowing him again, curling his fingers around the length of him to follow his lips with his fist. He sucked greedily, wanting to force the other Doctor to come quickly; it had become a sort of contest over the many months to see who could outlast whom, and the Doctor took great delight in compelling the other Doctor to lose. But as the other man started to get close, thrusting his hips to meet the bobbing of the Doctor's head, Rose called to them. He stood to his feet, kissing the other Doctor again briefly to let him taste the salt of his own skin, and then shed the rest of his clothes before stretching out next to Rose.
The smell of her was, as always, intoxicating. He explored every dip, every rounded curve of her body with his hands as he sucked at her neck, murmuring against her skin. “Rose. My Rose.” He felt the weight of the other Doctor shift onto the bed as he lay behind her - their hands met at her waist, then parted to each slide down, one in front and one behind, to where her own hand had been moments before. The Doctor guided her leg up and over his hip. She was hot and wet, her clitoris swollen and all-too-easy to roll under his fingers as the other Doctor thrust two digits deep inside of her.
“Want...you inside,” Rose panted after a few minutes of this. “Both of you.”
“Are you sure?” he heard the other Doctor ask gently, and she moaned her approval. The Doctor felt the other man's fingers withdraw from her, and there was a grating noise and then a soft snick as the nightstand drawer was opened and closed softly. Reaching down, pulling her leg higher up over his own, the Doctor guided himself into the heat of her, crying out softly. Moments later he felt the other Doctor return, spooned against her back, heard him kissing her neck and shoulders and murmuring soft words of encouragement as he slowly worked his now-slick cock inside of her. The Doctor realized he could feel the gentle pressure of the other man's penis against his own from inside, and the sensation was both bizarre and highly erotic. Rose whimpered, and he bristled, ready to insist that they call this whole thing off, but he realized almost immediately that it was not from pain as she gasped an exhilarating string of profanity. Both fully sheathed inside of her, they lay for a moment, allowing her to adjust. When they did begin to move, it was a gentle, alternating rocking between them, and Rose grabbed at his shoulders as though she were hanging on for dear life.
“Is that okay?” he whispered. She nodded, her mouth open, her eyes squeezed shut. “Is it good?”
“God, yes.” She opened her eyes. “You?”
“Amazing,” he bit out as the other Doctor's hand brushed against his haunch and their eyes met over her shoulder. The tiny loops and shapes of the Gallifreyan tattoo he had placed on his double's hip were just visible over the curve of Rose's body, seeming to ripple and change in the dim light with the movement of his controlled thrusts. The Doctor remembered the first time the other man had fucked him like he was now fucking her, and the memory of the sensation of it nearly caused him to lose it. He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and tried to concentrate on holding on. Just...a bit...longer...
Rose came suddenly and violently between them, shouting her pleasure in his ear. It was more than he could stand and he followed her almost immediately, pulsing inside of her as his whole body tensed. The other Doctor lasted two more slow thrusts before finally crying out, his fingertips digging into the Doctor's thigh as he shook against Rose's back. When his shudders had ceased, he carefully slid out from her and flopped onto his back. Rose rolled away from the Doctor and crawled over the form of the other, kissing him soundly on the lips. The Doctor felt himself boil just a little with the usual envy of watching the two of them drift off in post-coital bliss, but it was something he had learned to tame in the time the three of them had been together. Pressing a kiss against Rose's collar-bone, he rested until they were both asleep, then rose and dressed silently.
The Doctor laced up his trainers and pulled on his long coat, anticipating that the chill in the Welsh evening would be all the worse for having a moment ago been deliciously warm in Rose's bed.
Jack would still be awake, and he aimed to find out what the hell he was playing at.
Chapter 3