Doctor Who/Torchwood Porn Battle
The Porn Battle has been extended by a week to Wednesday July 20.
(also, a thank you to oxoniensis for the concept of the Porn Battle ( Read more... )
(also, a thank you to oxoniensis for the concept of the Porn Battle ( Read more... )
"Looking for something specific?"
He jumped at the mild tone, turning to find the Doctor leaning against the wall behind the door. The jacket and sweater were gone, leaving the slender man in shirtsleeves and loose pants, making him look even more innocuous. He shook his head, not trusting his voice.
The Doctor smiled, moving past him to the very panel that he'd needed. "Did you know that the whole of the old girl's systems can be overridden from this panel?" he said conversationally. "Would be terrible if something happened to it."
He nodded hesitantly.
"Why are you here?"
The quiet question caught him off guard. "I was looking for you," he lied.
"Were you now? And why were you doing that?"
"I. . ." He couldn't find the words. Suddenly the other man was closer, close enough for Turlough to feel the difference in their body temps, to feel the ghost of breath against his neck. He shivered.
"There are always choices," the voice whispered. "Choices and consequences." Cool lips brushed his jaw line. "You aren't alone now. Not unless you want to be."
A slender hand carded through his hair and he surprised himself by leaning into the touch. "Please... You don't understand."
The lithe body curled around him. "You might be surprised what I understand about you, my dear boy."
His traitorous body relaxed into the offered comfort. His head found a linen clad shoulder. "Please."
Strong arms held him close. "Of course."
Fingers twined with his and he followed meekly behind the blond enigma. A door opened for them revealing a large inviting bed with sheets the color of the Doctor's absent sweater. He sat on the bed, his mind spinning as he tried to make sense of what was going on. Hands cupped his face, lifting it so that he looked into far too knowing blue eyes. Then those lips were back, pressing against his in a gentle, soul-stealing kiss. He moaned, his body seeking more; more contact, more compassion, more something that he couldn't even name. He gave himself over to talented hands, letting them strip him until he lay exposed and wanton on the bed.
Slender fingers slick with gel breached him, making him shiver in need. Soft words tumbled from his lips. Harder. More. PLEASE!
A cool body covered his own, blue eyes staring into his soul as a welcome thickness slowly filled him, completed him, grounded him. He writhed under the slow claiming, unable to look away from the deceptively innocent face as his defenses were slowly stripped away, burned up from within. The universe narrowed to blue eyes and a hard cock. He shook beneath the tenderness of it, more helpless in the face of this than any of the Guardian's assaults. He was lost.
Long fingers curled around his leaking cock and he whined, hips arching, back bowing. Words of reassurance, of comfort and care teased at his ears, battering at his defenses.
"Let go."
He screamed. His defenses shattered, crumbling in body-wracking spasms that pulled an answering moan from the man above him. His conqueror shuddered. Blue eyes darkened, sparkling with an ancient power that should have frightened him, but instead made him feel safe, protected. He wrapped his arms around the shaking body, drawing his savior close, offering his lips, his body, his secrets... well, most of his secrets.
Soft lips caressed his own as his body relaxed completely, accepting his lover's weight, taking comfort in the way he was covered so completely by the deceptively slender form. His eyes closed as gentle fingers again carded through his hair.
"You're not alone."
The reassurance whispered at the edge of his awareness, held safe in strong arms. The odd double rhythm of the Doctor's hearts soothed him, allowing him to pretend, at least for the moment, that he'd finally found a place he belonged.
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