Fic: Dream Sequencing
Title: Dream Sequencing (or, Voyage of the Very Naughty)
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Alt!Ten/Rose (yes, all together--ye be warned)
Rating: Extremely extremely adult. ADULT
Disclaimer: Yeah, clearly I'm not actually responsible for these characters nor do I own them in any way, or else I would be in big trouble for doing this.
Spoilers: Everything
Summary: Mainly just an excuse for porn, but there is a plot. This fits in with The One True Free Life, but you need not have read that at all. You'll just get more thinky thoughts out of the general theme if you have.
A/N: I hate Voyage of the Damned. It's the only episode that I'd really just rather strike utterly from canon. So that's what I'm doing. There's a lot of timey-wimey going on here, but hopefully you'll see where this fits in. This fic is both pre- and post-JE. As I say: timey-wimey. And dirty.
"So come the storms of winter
And then the birds in spring again
I do not fear time"
The Doctor sat bolt upright in bed, eyes flashing in the dim glow of the street lamps coming through the louvred blinds. He wasn't a terribly deep sleeper, and Rose initially attributed the movement she felt on his side of the bed to his not-infrequent nocturnal restlessness. She foggily waited for him to settle again, but when he didn't she opened one eye a crack to look at the clock. Three in the morning, and the Doctor was now swinging his legs out of bed and reaching for his dressing gown.
"What's up," Rose sleepily mumbled, half in to her pillow. She wasn't even really listening at first when he answered, she was so much expecting just to hear, "Nothing."
"He's here," whispered the Doctor urgently, coming around to her side of the bed. "At least, it feels like he is."
Rose rolled over on to her back to look at him standing over her. He didn't look like he was sleepwalking, or talking in his sleep--both of which he'd done plenty of in the past year that they'd been together.
"Who's here? Where? There's no one here. Come back to bed."
He ran a hand through his hair, which was getting long and needed a cut, and was now flat on the side he'd been sleeping on and sticking straight out on the other. "Not literally here here. But somewhere in this universe. Close."
He sat down on the edge of the bed next to Rose and she curled her body around his like a parenthesis, protecting the ragged logic of his words. "More information, please." This had become her patient catch phrase with him, so often did he fly off in to some bout of utterly lateral thinking, forgetting that she was not, could not be, in his mind with him. He was like a child in this way sometimes, unable to comprehend that his thoughts were not the thoughts of everyone else as well.
"The Doctor, and the TARDIS. They're here.
~o0o~
The TARDIS shuddered and the lighting systems flickered disconcertingly. The Doctor ran around the console, flicking switches, turning cranks, fiddling with knobs, but nothing seemed to be working. He felt suddenly that time and space were both wrong, there was something out of joint, off-kilter, like words sung to music a half a bar out of time. With a thud, she materialised and all systems shut down.
"What is it, eh?" he asked out loud, though he needn't have. She always sang in his mind, but as he reached for her answer, he found quite unexpectedly that someone else was there as well. With a sickening mixture of panic and hope, he immediately thought of the Master--but that was impossible. He'd just watched his body burn to ashes and not regenerate. He'd only just begun to truly mourn the only other of his kind left in the universe, when all of a sudden, here was another.
"Not alone, indeed!" he huffed, utterly dumbfounded and at a loss as to where to start. Repair his ship or find an answer to this conundrum?
He flipped on the view screen to see where he'd landed, as he was strangely unable to intuit that information on his own.
"Where'd you bring us?"
There was no relief behind his realisation that he wouldn't have to explain this bothersome state of affairs to Martha, or Jack, or anyone at all. And still the hum of this Other in his hind brain--instinctive, primal, like the way a mother knows the sound of her own baby's cry.
The view on the screen was simply of the same London suburb he thought he'd just left. There was the Jones house, though a good deal later at night than when he'd left. He hadn't gone anywhere at all, it seemed. Being turned in to a paradox machine had not been easy on the old girl, and while he thought he'd taken care of her well, had a short trip to Cardiff to drop Jack off as a test drive, clearly not all was right with theTARDIS . After all she'd been through, he owed it to her to write the muddle in his head off to an echo of the Master, and give her the care she needed.
He flipped the screen off just a few seconds too early to have seen the lights of a zeppelin glide with a distant whirr across the sky.
~o0o~
He was pretty sure that in all of his nine-hundred years he'd never been so surprised. "What?" did not even begin to cover it. He'd need to also employ "How?" and "Who?" and possibly also "Why?" He'd just assumed the knock on theTARDIS door had been Martha popping out to enquire after why he was still there, which he expected to be a mildly awkward moment. But this, this was something on a whole other plane of bizarre.
Opening the doors, he had come face to face with himself. And not just himself, but a slightly older, more dishevelled self wearing jeans and a t-shirt, who smiled and wiggled his fingers while nonchalantly saying, "Hello."
The man who looked like him but wasn't him (clearly, from the lack of the universe ending in a timeline-crossing disaster) then gazed directly in to his eyes with a look that he'd never been on the receiving end of before. So much knowledge, such great wisdom, and complete and utter pity. He had to wonder, did he himself go around looking at other beings like this? It was highly disconcerting. He felt naked.
"What?!" he stammered.
The other man's response was simply to embrace him in a hug that seemed to take them both out of time for its duration.
"Well," the stranger with his face said when he released him, "this is unexpected. And rather paradoxical, which I wasn't really counting on. My mistake."
"Who...?" The Doctor again tried to form a sentence amidst his utter dumbfoundment.
"We haven't met yet, I'm afraid. But I've got someone else here with me, and she wants to see you very much. Is that all right?"
The Doctor just opened and closed his mouth several times without anything coming out.
"Oh, of course it's all right, why am I even asking? I'm you. I can see where your timeline is now and I'm going to make an executive decision here, if you don't mind." The other man turned towards a robins-egg blue Morris Minor that was parked down the street and waved his hand. The passenger-side door opened and the word astonished was grossly inadequate to describe the Doctor's feelings when he saw Rose Tyler run up the street, right up to the doors of theTARDIS, past this other strange man and directly in to his own arms.
"He hasn't...yet," the other man stage-whispered to Rose as she continued to squeeze the Doctor round his middle. "He's from the past."
Rose let him go and while he'd been too shocked to really return the hug as it ought to have been, he now felt bereft.
"Oh, yeah, I can see. There's something about him. Look! He's wearing your suit!" she squealed and hit the man on his arm for effect. She turned back to the Doctor with full eyes, though they were not sad, but wistful. "Look at you," she sighed.
"Rose." The Doctor finally managed to utter the name that had been at his lips so often since they'd been separated. "And...me?"
Both Rose and the other Doctor walked past him and in to the TARDIS without an invitation. Which is, of course, exactly what he himself would do in such a situation.
"I'm not you. Not really. Not as far as our timelines are concerned, that is. That would have been a very bad idea, indeed. We're way smarter than all that, I think."
Rose touched the console gingerly. "What's wrong with her?"
The Doctor rubbed the back of his head as he shut the door and walked up the gangway. "That sort of depends on where I am. Where am I?"
The other Doctor sat himself down on the jump seat and put his feet up on the console. "You're in an alternate universe, mate. The same alternate universe you always seem to be dropping in on. Don't you find that odd? Of all the alternate universes out there, you keep winding up in the same one? Not that we're complaining." He looked at Rose who gave him the thumbs-up with a cheeky grin. "Also, you're in the future. About...well, it's hard to say, time moves faster here. But for you, I'd guess about two years, maybe three."
"And who, exactly, are you?" The Doctor's features started to turn angry and he cast a dark, suspicious look towards Rose.
Rose approached him, seeing the way he was looking at her now. "No, it's okay," she cooed. "It's me. It's your Rose. Really. Please don't be cross with us. We wanted to see you so much." She held out a hand to him, aware of her other Doctor's gaze on the both of them. "There's so much we wanted to tell you."
He cocked his head to one side and gave her an appraising look. "You do look older."
"That's because I am. Like we said, you're in the future."
The other Doctor cleared his throat and they both looked over to where he'd made himself quite at home at the TARDIS controls. "She brought you here on purpose," he pronounced. "Oh, Rose, that's just brilliant. The most powerful being in the Universe, and she cares so much for her old friend, even when she's in so much pain herself." He stroked the console and reached up to touch the rotor. "There's nothing wrong with her, Doctor. She brought you here to see us. Took advantage of the temporal turmoil created by what happened on the Valiant, and dropped right through to here, like a marble through a wet piece of paper."
"The Valiant...how do you know about that?" The Doctor was incredulous again and moved away from where Rose was still reaching out to touch his hand.
"I was there, or course. That whole year, the pain, the waiting, the trauma of it that I never admitted to anyone." He looked at Rose meaningfully. "Well, not for a long time. And the guilt, knowing it was Martha out there risking her life..."
The Doctor's intake of breath was an audible hiss. "Who are you?" he demanded fiercely, raising his voice sharply.
"You can hear me in your mind. You know who I am. The particulars don't matter."
Rose came up behind the Doctor again and touched his shoulder. "It doesn't have to make sense, does it? Can't we just spend some time together before you have to go again? There's so much we want to tell you, and show you, even if it doesn't make complete sense now. It will, and it's important."
He turned and placed a cool hand on her cheek. "It's you."
She smiled against his palm and thrilled to the feel of the way he stroked his thumb against her skin. "It's me."
"One night only, I'm afraid," came the other Doctor's voice from behind them. He placed a palm against the console and looked as if he were listening to someone calling him from very far away. "Then the damage that was done by the Master starts to repair itself, and you've got a lot to do in that other universe before we all see each other again."
"We've got time for a drink though, yeah?" Rose said jauntily and strode down the corridor that she hoped would take her eventually to the nice study where the Doctor kept a cabinet of strangely coloured liquors from distant galaxies.
~o0o~
"Well, cheers," said Rose brightly as she handed a crystal glass of sapphire-coloured liquid to both the Doctors, who were sitting side-by-side on the sofa, before sitting herself next to them. With them wearing completely different outfits, it was easy to tell them apart, though if they both started talking at once, she'd never be able to discern them with her eyes closed. As it was, however, the Doctor in the blue suit was unusually quiet, his eyes roving freely between her and the man seated on his other side.
"So, limited time, lots to show you," the casually-dressed Doctor said brightly after finishing his drink and pouring himself another.
"Are we going somewhere?" the other Doctor enquired, looking a bit shell-shocked now.
"Nah," said Rose. "What we mean is, well, we've talked a lot about you since we last saw you. Which of course hasn't happened yet, but it will. This bloke here, he likes to talk about himself just the same as you do, so believe me when I say there've been many hours spent on this topic."
"I've got a whole new perspective now, you see," the Doctor in jeans remarked emphatically, turning towards the Doctor in the middle, who was beginning to look overwhelmed and beset upon from all sides. "And I think what you need to know, more than anything else, is how loved you are, and how happy we are here together. We think about you all the time, we try to send our love to you but we know we can't, not through the boundaries of reality." He grinned a broad toothy grin that made the apples of his cheeks shine in the warm yellow light of the study. "But here you! A bit on the early side, it's true. We'll have to do something about that before we leave, because you have so much to accomplish back where you came from, and we don't want to mess that up. I've got some ideas along those lines, and I think if we get the TARDIS--"
"Doctor," Rose muttered in to her glass, draining the last drops of her second drink. "You're sort of babbling."
"Right. Sorry."
The Doctor in the middle turned his head from side to side as if he was watching a tennis match, looking at this doppleganger of himself on one side, and the woman he thought he'd never see again on the other. "I babble when I'm nervous," he said.
Both of these strangers who were not strangers at all then beamed at him and Rose gave a bright laugh that nearly broke his hearts to hear again.
"Look at that woman over there," the Doctor on the end said. "That gorgeous, brilliant woman. She loves me, and I'm you. She's always loved you, right from the start. Even when you were horrid to her, even when you were thoughtless or broke your word. Even when you couldn't say the one thing she'd wanted to hear from you. She forgives you, she knows you aren't free to be what she needs, and she loves you anyway. And now's your chance, mate."
Rose sat quietly, a look on her face that could only be described as veiled.
"My chance for what?" the Doctor whispered, never taking his eyes of Rose now that he'd turned them on her fully. He felt like he was in a dream, and perhaps he was. That whole year had been one long nightmare, and maybe now the TARDIS was consoling him with this vision, benevolent soul that she was. What happened next confirmed his suspicions, and slotted in nicely with the few other pleasant dreams he'd had in recent years.
"Oh, sod it," Rose said with exasperation, having grown tired of the one Doctor's cryptic ramblings and the other's confused inaction. She leaned forward, placed a hand behind the Doctor's neck, and gave him one last sidelong look before covering his mouth with hers. She felt his posture stiffen and she half expected him to pull back, but he didn't. As he began to part his lips slightly and press back in to her with equal force, she opened one eye a crack and saw her Doctor over his shoulder, watching with quiet pride.
As kisses go, it was on the chaste side, but it was the emotion heavy in the moment that had all parties, even the one merely observing, breathing raggedly and regarding one another through dazed eyes when it was over.
"You see?" said Rose finally. "You'd never let yourself feel that before, and I understand. Truly, I do."
The Doctor on his other side continued her thought, as if they were one person. "You'd never be free to give her that and you thought you were being kind to withhold yourself from her. But it doesn't matter now. You don't have to be anything for her after tonight. When we leave here, she'll still have me. I'll lend you my freedom. One night only."
Rose licked her lips and discreetly brought a thumb up to one corner of her mouth to remove a trace of the kiss she'd just shared. "I think one more drink, yeah?" she said suggestively, decanting in to the three glasses again, and then taking hers with her as she crossed the study to a vintage phonograph she'd always been fond of when she was a resident on the ship. "And some music. There's no need to be so dour, Doctor." She made it clear she was speaking to the one in the suit, the one looking quite bedazzled now, the one who continued to be at a rather uncharacteristic loss for words. "This is a happy occasion."
She flipped through the understandably quite large and eclectic record collection, and found one of her old favourites still close to the front, almost where she'd left it. After placing the needle on the vinyl, she was going to turn back around to share a wink with both Doctors at her selection, but instead found herself rooted to the spot. The two men faced one another on the sofa, each with a hand behind the other's neck, foreheads pressed together and eyes closed.
Her Doctor had started talking about this on their drive to find his counterpart, but had then stopped himself and grown taciturn for a few miles before changing subjects. It was the silence in his head that made him wake in the middle of the night and pace, it was the one dark blot on his otherwise sunny demeanour, the only thing he had a hard time talking to her about. To have gone nine hundred years and at least always had the TARDIS , even when the other voices fell terrifyingly silent, and then to have nothing at all--he'd insisted sadly that it really was beyond her understanding. She'd offered to let him in to her own thoughts, but even that was not possible for his human body. The mind was capable, but the flesh was not. He needed his opposite number to forge the bridge and end the silence, at least for the time that they were together.
The warm analogue sound of the singer's voice on the record made the eyes of each man flutter open, and as one they turned their heads towards her so they were cheek-to-cheek. The Doctor in the suit rose from the couch. Rose saw that they had been holding hands and as he walked toward her, her Doctor seemed to be reluctant to let go. Rose took one last sip of her drink before putting the glass down. She'd seen the look now on this Doctor's face enough times on the other's to know that there probably would not be a good deal more drinking going on for a while.
She reached her hand out to him, and he took it, leading her back over to the sofa where they sat as they'd been before, but with a whole new level of energy crackling between them.
"Kiss her again," the Doctor on the end prompted, and the words were barely spoken before Rose was making small mewling sounds under the mouth of the other. The music of her little moans combined with the shared feelings and impressions of his counterpart was more than enough for him to feel as if he were kissing her himself, which of course he'd done thousands of times in the past year. The filter of experiencing it all through the mind of someone for whom this was the first time was entirely new, shockingly intense, and drove him wild with a desire that was very much human. He hadn't meant to intrude on the moment, but he didn't realise the moans that had been percolating from his own throat until he noticed that Rose and the Doctor both had turned to look at him with raised eyebrows.
"Sorry," he panted, and the other two smiled benevolently. "It's just...well, I'm so sorry but watching that is hot."
The Doctor in the middle smirked quite smugly and muttered, "Humans."
"Oh?" the other Doctor said with a note of challenge in his voice. "That so?" He leaned awkwardly over, his hips hovering over histwin's , and caught Rose in a deep, and quite literally breathtaking kiss, his hand gaining precarious purchase on the back of the sofa over the Doctor's shoulder. Plunging his tongue in to the familiar warmth of Rose's mouth and then pulling back and waiting for her to reciprocate, he felt movement as the Doctor began to writhe and moan and under him.
Point proved, and perhaps just a few extra moments of sweetness taken after, he settled back down at his end of the sofa again and enjoyed the view of the Doctor and Rose both flushed, breathing heavily and blinking. The Doctor loosened his tie and undid the top button of his shirt, not making eye-contact with the winner of this particular debate.
"I can see this is going to be quite a night for you both," Rose finally said, the corners of her mouth quirking up coyly. "But let's not forget who we're here for." She directed this at the Doctor she'd arrived with and then turned her honey-brown eyes back on the other. "Can we...you know, to your bedroom?"
The Doctor in the blue suit's eyes got rather more round than they already had been and he looked towards the door. "Oh yes," he said thoughtfully. "If I'm dreaming, might as well make it the really good kind."
"Might as well!" said the other Doctor enthusiastically as he stood up to reveal just exactly how looking forward to this next bit he was. "You two go on, I'll just, ah, tidy up in here, shall I?"
"He's not coming along?"
Rose couldn't tell if the Doctor's question contained a note of relief or surprise.
"I think he's waiting for you to say it's okay." Rose pushed the familiar door to his bedroom open and the Doctor grabbed her wrist and pulled her in close as soon as they entered.
"If he's me, then he should already know the answer, shouldn't he?" He held her tightly as he spoke, his words a cool zephyr across her cheek, and he wasted no further time--if he was dreaming then the waking would come soon enough. He backed her up against the wall next to the door, wanting to first explore how her curves felt against his own body, and savouring the contrasts. She was at a distinct advantage, knowing as she already did that the Doctor was powerless against a well-placed kissed directly below his right ear, that sucking and nibbling on the tip of each finger was the easiest way to get him from the supper table to the bedroom in under twenty seconds, and that he had a wee bit of a foot fetish.
She kicked off a shoe and began to run her foot up and down his calf. He shuddered and bucked his hips in to her, and it took her a moment to remember that the hard need that she felt there was not that of her usual lover. Or rather, it was but it wasn't. It was like going back in time, or the nearest she'd be able to get to doing that for the rest of her life.
Except going back in time would not include two sets of hands stroking the bit of bare skin between her shirt and her trousers, and two mouths running kisses along her jawline and neck. She opened her eyes to see both Doctors rather indiscriminately getting carried away by the moment. Giving the one in the t-shirt a gentle tug to the hair, she raised an eyebrow as best she could while trying to think through the fog caused by theother's hands beginning to roam under her shirt and trace along the outline of her bra.
"He said it was okay," the Doctor said hopefully, smiling.
She faintly heard the other moan "Brilliant" in to her ear before he plunged down on to her mouth again, sucking at her bottom lip and then playing his tongue around the tip of hers.
Her Doctor moved behind the other and began to help him out of his clothes, as it occurred suddenly to Rose that once they were naked and equally rumpled,there'd really be no telling them apart unless she felt for heart beats or subtle differences in body temperature. The thought was unexpectedly tantalising and she wanted very much to know what it would be like to simply abandon all attempts to keep their identities straight.
Helping his counterpart off with his jacket and tie, the Doctor experienced a vivid flash of the passion and long pent-up need that the other was experiencing the release of, involuntarily thrusting forward and grinding his hips in to the other man's rear. This caused a chain reaction that led to Rose letting out a bit too much air, and left the two men gasping for entirely different reasons.
"All right, gentlemen," she panted after they both realised the very real danger of breaking her, and moved back a couple of steps. "This whole big room with that whole big bed and we're all huddled here in the corner like a bunch ofhoodies."
They looked at one another guiltily.
"Everyone take three giant steps back," she said, like a dinner lady policing the food line. To her great surprise and eternal amusement, they both did exactly what she asked, except that at about two and a half giant steps back they each hit the edge of the bed and toppled backwards on to it.
"Oh, I'm drunk with power!" she hooted, delighting in the really rather dumb looks on both of their faces. She nibbled on the tip of her thumb as she slowly moved towards them, considering the possibilities. "I think," she began thoughtfully, "that while I get a bit more of my kit off here, you two should just, you know, help yourselves."
They looked at one another, and then back at her again.
"It amuses me," she said imperiously, pointing a finger at them both before bending over to remove her other shoe. When she stood back up, she realised that she needn't have put on the Queen act, as they were both quite enthusiastically enjoying what looked to be a fairly intense telepathic feedback loop.
Rose stood back and watched for a while. She'd expected them to be aggressive with one another, unromantically efficient and focused on simply getting the job done as men tended to be when they masturbated, but it wasn't like that at all. It was beautiful, tender. Her Doctor, the one on the right, still wearing jeans but without his t-shirt now, gently pushed the other down on to the bed and laid down next to him, propping himself up on an elbow and landing kisses along his rib cage while fumbling one-handed with clasps and zips. The other, prone on the bed and seemingly transported, grabbed at the duvet with his hands and rocked his hips forward and back under the other man's trouser ministrations.
Just watching them, her body was responding intensely. Her hands hovered over a button of her shirt, forgotten about for the moment. Her lips parted and she licked them to try and simulate how her Doctor was now running his tongue along the swollen lips of the other, in between outrageously deep kisses that had him bringing his head up to seek more. When she saw the familiar hand of her lover reach out and do something quite unfamiliar, parting the other Doctor's trousers at the zip and take a firm grip that prompted him to lift his hips well off the bed, Rose felt a spreading warmth that was more than just metaphorical. She quickly shucked the rest of her clothing, and saw both men take a deep breath in as the scent of her arousal permeated the room.
"You don't think you deserve this, but you do" her Doctor said softly as he shifted himself downward and pulled the other's trousers off completely. "You don't even like to lose control when you're all alone, but it might do you some good. You can take that piece of advice for free." He looked over at Rose and gave her a small nod, but the other Doctor seemed to be too far gone to notice. She approached the two of them and laid herself down in the crook of the Doctor's arm, on the opposite side from where the other was gently and slowly sliding his tongue up and down his cock.
Rose had a brief moment of remembering every joke she'd ever heard about men trying to go down on themselves, but the groan ripped from the prone Doctor's throat was in and of itself enough to create another surge of warmth between her legs and to blot out all thoughts of how weird this must look. She pressed her body against him and whispered encouragements in his ear.
"I want you to feel the pleasure," she sighed, arranging herself so that if she moved her hips just so against his thigh she could start a rolling wave of sensation that would spread out all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes before gathering back at her centre again. Her Doctor continued his achingly slow progress down theother's shaft and back up again. "Tell me how good it feels," she whispered against his neck, as she prepared to hit that spot below his ear that she knew would drive him wild.
His hand, which had been fisting the covers rather spastically now came up and took hold of her firm, round rump. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out by vowels, all of them ragged and lacking any kind of volume control.
"He's quite good, isn't he?" she said, hot against his ear, but not low enough that her Doctor didn't hear her and shoot her a rather smug look.
"Yes," the Doctor hissed as he tossed his head back in response to something the other was doing with his hands out of Rose's view.
"He knows exactly how you want it."
"Yes," the Doctor gasped again and Rose craned her neck a little to see what her Doctor was doing. They'd had a discussion once, she and he, about things men like that are often best left in the hands of other men, such as what he was doing now with his hand palm-up on the sheet under histwin's rocking hips.
"And you deserve it, don't you?" she prompted, running a hand over his nipples and scratching it through the fine hair on his chest.
"Oh yes," he moaned, and she pressed herself to his thigh again so he could feel how warm and wet she was.
"Say it. Say you deserve this pleasure," her Doctor prompted, working gently with his long, slender fingers before moving his mouth back down on to him.
Rose brushed the hair away from the Doctor's forehead, where pinpoints of sweat were beginning to stand out. When he opened his impossibly black, wide eyes again, she was already looking in to them and waiting, lips red and parted, cheeks golden-pink. "Say it," she mouthed soundlessly.
He closed his eyes again, unable to hold her gaze as he spoke the words.
"I deserve it."
Rose looked down at her Doctor, who paused in his activity and gave her a proud little smile before taking the other Doctor in to his mouth again, now at a faster pace. He began to make his own low sounds of pleasure around theother's cock, reminding Rose that they could share something she never could be a part of, though she wasn't jealous.
Rose knew all the signs; the flexing of his feet, the deepening tone of his moans, and she began to feel quite selfishly upset that she was not going to get to have a go with her original Doctor.
With a great spasm through his whole body, and a shout that made her glad for the dimensionally transcendent soundproofing of the TARDIS , the Doctor released in to the mouth of the other, who made gentle sucking sounds as he brought him back in for a gentle denouement.
Rose could not manage to wipe a pouty look off of her face, and as both Doctors opened their eyes, they caught it and looked at one another with very cheeky grins.
"Oh, poor Rose!" her Doctor said, wiping his chin and sitting back on his heels. "You see what horrible beasts males are? Given the opportunity to fuck ourselves, we just can't help it."
The other Doctor continued to gain his breath and composure back, but she heard him make a low chuckling sound deep in his chest. "You haven't told her, have you?" He winked at his other self.
"Why would I tease her with what she can't have? I'm only human, don't want her comparing me to the other version. That wouldn't do at all."
Rose sat up and looked back and forth between them with annoyance. Her entire body ached and she consoled herself with the thought that at least her Doctor was still straining under his jeans, even if that wasn't what she'd originally had in mind.
"What are you two on about?"
"Time Lord." Her Doctor pointed at the other. "Binary vascular system. Are you connecting any dots here?"
"Doctor, you know I can't think straight when you've got me all...flustered."
"Two hearts, two circulatory systems, quite enough stamina to go two rounds."
Rose looked at the other Doctor in shock. "And you are keeping yourself from the women of the universe for what reason again?"
"Well, let's not get full of ourselves," he said modestly while shooting her Doctor a look that was very much full of itself.
There was probably a lewd pun in there somewhere, but Rose was at a loss. Her Doctor stood and began to unzip his jeans and step out of them.
"Is that what my bum looks like?" the other Doctor drawled, propping himself up on his elbows.
"It's a very nice bum," Rose assured him. "A bit flat, but we can't all have an arse like mine, can we?"
Her Doctor turned around, his erection pointing right at them quite proudly. "Let's have a look then," he demanded. "It is a capital bum. I'm quite fond."
Rose knelt on the bed and turned her back to the both of them, giving her own behind a little smack for good measure.
"That's quite a view," the Doctor laying on the bed noted matter-of-factly to the other. Rose looked coyly over her shoulder, enjoying the ego boost.
"It is. I love to have her from behind so I can look at it." Her Doctor crawled on to the bed again and knelt behind her, his cock bumping up against the small of her back and sending a wave of anticipation through her. "In fact, I don't think I can help myself." He reached down and spread her legs, rubbing firm circles on her rump as he did so.
She leaned over on to her elbows and could see just out of the corner of her eye the other Doctor's prick begin to twitch and grow pink and firm again. She couldn't be sure, but it felt as if she was so wet it might actually be a bit unbecoming.
Her Doctor moved back from her and arranged himself, then took her hips in his hands and brought her up and back, to completely take him inside of her in one smooth movement, made easy through a lot of studied practise.
All was silence for a few moments, the only sound the wet sucking noises coming from where she and the Doctor were joined and moved together. She finally let out a long low moan as he withdrew from her entirely, and she felt the bed jostle a little with movement.
When she was entered again, it wasn't at first obvious that it was a different man. She bucked her hips back, and it was only the hesitation that gave him away. Her Doctor would have gamely thrust forward, but the man inside her now didn't move at all, but just clutched at her hips and let out a little sound of wonder.
"It's okay," she heard her Doctor say. "You deserve it. She's so beautiful, isn't she?"
The Doctor's only response was an even further hardening inside of her, and she had to lean her forehead against the bed to keep from collapsing with the pleasure of it.
"She loves you and she wants you to fuck her," her Doctor continued.
But she was suddenly empty again and she gasped with the simultaneous pleasure of the Doctor's shaft leaving her, and the ache of being left. She looked back over her shoulder, eyes pleading but unable to form words.
"You see?" her Doctor said gently, lining himself up behind her again. "It's like she glows when I make love to her, like the Bad Wolf never left her." He entered her with just the tip at first and then thrust in hard. She cried out his name, and it was only in retrospect that she wondered if she should have made that plural. But four or five glorious, long, slow, timeless plunges in and out, and he was gone again.
This time there was no hesitation or pause between them and the other Doctor was taking her before she could recover from the leaving of the first, who was now laying down at her side and looking up in to her eyes.
"Say her name," he said, bringing a hand up to brush some hair away that had been falling in to her mouth.
And the other Doctor did say her name, with each thrust in to her, he said it like a prayer. She closed her eyes just to listen to him and to hold close all the subtle differences between the way he said it and the way she'd grown accustomed to hearing it. She felt hands now roaming all over her body and finally gave up trying to figure out who was who. Someone placed a thumb within her folds that made her press down in to it, two fingers were squeezing and releasing her nipple, a palm rubbed and smacked at her bum and felt herself slowly tumbling forward.
They continued to take turns until Rose was breathless, teased with hands and fingers to within an inch of release, when she heard the Doctor, hers she assumed through the note of authority in his voice, speak again.
"What do you want, Rose?"
She wasn't able to answer in words and was barely able to answer in actions, but found the strength to get back up on to her hands, sit up and face them both as they knelt side by side. It was as she predicted. Without clothes and equally at loose ends with lust, they were identical. She looked back and forth between them, and placed her hand on the chest of each in turn. Where she felt two rapidly beating hearts, she kept her palm there and pushed backwards. The Doctor yielded easily as he had done earlier for her Doctor and she did not hesitate to move over and straddle him.
She looked at her Doctor with a silent question on her lips and he nodded in reply. Her movements were quick and smooth, but when the Doctor closed his eyes with the pleasure of this new angle, she stopped. "No, I want you to see me."
Her Doctor knelt next to them, his erection bumping up against her thigh periodically as she leaned forward and back, rocking gently and slowly and finding her own pleasure. When she did at last make the final minute adjustment that would allow every movement to send a jolt of fire through her veins, she reached over and took her Doctor in her hand, rubbing his tip with her thumb in time with the movements of her hips.
All three broke out in to a spontaneous moan of each others names and the Doctor Rose was now riding raised a hand up rather impotently to search for some small part of the other Doctor that he could bring pleasure to, finally taking over the rubbing and stroking from Rose.
Somewhere in the back of her head Rose knew this would probably be something for the record books, but what could one expect when one fucked two men who were in fact the same man? Completely simultaneous orgasm would probably be a bit much to hope for, but both men seemed near enough that she decided to speed things up for herself with a judicious lean backwards and a finger that she'd had the Doctor previously sucking on.
The sight of her touching herself and licking her lips in concentration drove her Doctor over the edge, despite the increasingly erratic ministrations of the other, and hespilled on to the rumpled sheets with a hoarse cry of a word that was perhaps not English but was definitely dirty.
He quickly moved away from them and collapsed on to a heap of pillows to watch and admire what would probably be the only time he'd ever get to see what they looked like when they made love. Feeling the hazy warmth of relief spreading through his limbs, he couldn't help but whisper encouragements to them.
"She's close," he said to the other Doctor. "Open your eyes and see what she looks like when she comes."
The Doctor complied, his jaw clenching with tension and the effort to not let go until she did.
"Do you love her?" the observing Doctor prompted.
Rose leaned forward now and increased her pace, driving herself down hard on to him, shaking her head to get the hair out of her eyes so they could see one another.
"Oh yes!" the Doctor cried.
"Tell her," demanded the other Doctor firmly.
Rose had already started to feel the clenching of her muscles and the start of her orgasm spread a white glow around her vision when the Doctor bucked hard up in to her, his eyes welling up as he whispered, "I love you. I love you. I love you."
The two men lay face-to-face, just inches apart, each with an arm thrown over the other's slender waist. The soft sounds of Rose's slumber struck them both as the most wondrously beautiful thing they'd ever heard.
"Thank you," said one softly. "That's really all we wanted to say. Thank you."
"Humans do have a smashing way of showing their gratitude," the other replied.
They both smiled, mirror images of each other.
"Well, we may have gotten slightly carried away."
The other arched an eyebrow. "Just slightly?"
"You sacrifice so much so that others can be happy. And we are happy. So, when the time comes, let us go and know that for the rest of our short lives, we'll love you for making the choices that no one should ever have to." He brought a hand up to touch the other man's cheek gently.
"Doesn't sound like such a good deal for me."
There was nothing but sympathy in the Doctor's eyes. "Would you rather watch your own self and the woman you love age, get sick, and die?"
Silence.
"You'll remember this as a dream, and I daresay the TARDIS will make sure of that. But you'll know what you have to do when it's time, and then she'll let you feel this moment again." He kissed the palm of the other Doctor's hand and brought it up to his own temple, pressing it there as he closed his eyes and did what he had to do to protect thetimelines.
When Rose woke, the Doctor was putting his jeans back on, and the other Doctor lay sprawled next to her on the bed, face innocent and smooth in repose.
"Is he sleeping?" she whispered incredulously.
"I sang him a lullaby," the Doctor said simply, and offered her a hand out of the tangled sheets. "Time to go."
As Rose dressed, she fumbled around in the pockets of her trousers and pulled out a small key strung on a simple metal chain. She placed it lightly to her lips, kissed it, and left it in a small wooden box on a low bookshelf near the door.
In the console room again, the hand the Doctor had been born from percolated away in it's glass jar. Best to not go anywhere near that, that really would cause some paradoxical chaos. He savoured the feel of the controls under his fingers for one final moment before flipping one last switch and saying his goodbyes to theTARDIS and all that she represented, thanking her for her extreme benevolence.
As soon as they shut the doors behind them, the familiar wheezing began, and as dawn broke over a suburban London street, a blue police box evaporated in to thin air while a man and a woman turned their backs and walked hand-in-hand to a robin's egg blue Morris Minor.
Characters/Pairings: Ten/Alt!Ten/Rose (yes, all together--ye be warned)
Rating: Extremely extremely adult. ADULT
Disclaimer: Yeah, clearly I'm not actually responsible for these characters nor do I own them in any way, or else I would be in big trouble for doing this.
Spoilers: Everything
Summary: Mainly just an excuse for porn, but there is a plot. This fits in with The One True Free Life, but you need not have read that at all. You'll just get more thinky thoughts out of the general theme if you have.
A/N: I hate Voyage of the Damned. It's the only episode that I'd really just rather strike utterly from canon. So that's what I'm doing. There's a lot of timey-wimey going on here, but hopefully you'll see where this fits in. This fic is both pre- and post-JE. As I say: timey-wimey. And dirty.
"So come the storms of winter
And then the birds in spring again
I do not fear time"
The Doctor sat bolt upright in bed, eyes flashing in the dim glow of the street lamps coming through the louvred blinds. He wasn't a terribly deep sleeper, and Rose initially attributed the movement she felt on his side of the bed to his not-infrequent nocturnal restlessness. She foggily waited for him to settle again, but when he didn't she opened one eye a crack to look at the clock. Three in the morning, and the Doctor was now swinging his legs out of bed and reaching for his dressing gown.
"What's up," Rose sleepily mumbled, half in to her pillow. She wasn't even really listening at first when he answered, she was so much expecting just to hear, "Nothing."
"He's here," whispered the Doctor urgently, coming around to her side of the bed. "At least, it feels like he is."
Rose rolled over on to her back to look at him standing over her. He didn't look like he was sleepwalking, or talking in his sleep--both of which he'd done plenty of in the past year that they'd been together.
"Who's here? Where? There's no one here. Come back to bed."
He ran a hand through his hair, which was getting long and needed a cut, and was now flat on the side he'd been sleeping on and sticking straight out on the other. "Not literally here here. But somewhere in this universe. Close."
He sat down on the edge of the bed next to Rose and she curled her body around his like a parenthesis, protecting the ragged logic of his words. "More information, please." This had become her patient catch phrase with him, so often did he fly off in to some bout of utterly lateral thinking, forgetting that she was not, could not be, in his mind with him. He was like a child in this way sometimes, unable to comprehend that his thoughts were not the thoughts of everyone else as well.
"The Doctor, and the TARDIS. They're here.
~o0o~
The TARDIS shuddered and the lighting systems flickered disconcertingly. The Doctor ran around the console, flicking switches, turning cranks, fiddling with knobs, but nothing seemed to be working. He felt suddenly that time and space were both wrong, there was something out of joint, off-kilter, like words sung to music a half a bar out of time. With a thud, she materialised and all systems shut down.
"What is it, eh?" he asked out loud, though he needn't have. She always sang in his mind, but as he reached for her answer, he found quite unexpectedly that someone else was there as well. With a sickening mixture of panic and hope, he immediately thought of the Master--but that was impossible. He'd just watched his body burn to ashes and not regenerate. He'd only just begun to truly mourn the only other of his kind left in the universe, when all of a sudden, here was another.
"Not alone, indeed!" he huffed, utterly dumbfounded and at a loss as to where to start. Repair his ship or find an answer to this conundrum?
He flipped on the view screen to see where he'd landed, as he was strangely unable to intuit that information on his own.
"Where'd you bring us?"
There was no relief behind his realisation that he wouldn't have to explain this bothersome state of affairs to Martha, or Jack, or anyone at all. And still the hum of this Other in his hind brain--instinctive, primal, like the way a mother knows the sound of her own baby's cry.
The view on the screen was simply of the same London suburb he thought he'd just left. There was the Jones house, though a good deal later at night than when he'd left. He hadn't gone anywhere at all, it seemed. Being turned in to a paradox machine had not been easy on the old girl, and while he thought he'd taken care of her well, had a short trip to Cardiff to drop Jack off as a test drive, clearly not all was right with theTARDIS . After all she'd been through, he owed it to her to write the muddle in his head off to an echo of the Master, and give her the care she needed.
He flipped the screen off just a few seconds too early to have seen the lights of a zeppelin glide with a distant whirr across the sky.
~o0o~
He was pretty sure that in all of his nine-hundred years he'd never been so surprised. "What?" did not even begin to cover it. He'd need to also employ "How?" and "Who?" and possibly also "Why?" He'd just assumed the knock on theTARDIS door had been Martha popping out to enquire after why he was still there, which he expected to be a mildly awkward moment. But this, this was something on a whole other plane of bizarre.
Opening the doors, he had come face to face with himself. And not just himself, but a slightly older, more dishevelled self wearing jeans and a t-shirt, who smiled and wiggled his fingers while nonchalantly saying, "Hello."
The man who looked like him but wasn't him (clearly, from the lack of the universe ending in a timeline-crossing disaster) then gazed directly in to his eyes with a look that he'd never been on the receiving end of before. So much knowledge, such great wisdom, and complete and utter pity. He had to wonder, did he himself go around looking at other beings like this? It was highly disconcerting. He felt naked.
"What?!" he stammered.
The other man's response was simply to embrace him in a hug that seemed to take them both out of time for its duration.
"Well," the stranger with his face said when he released him, "this is unexpected. And rather paradoxical, which I wasn't really counting on. My mistake."
"Who...?" The Doctor again tried to form a sentence amidst his utter dumbfoundment.
"We haven't met yet, I'm afraid. But I've got someone else here with me, and she wants to see you very much. Is that all right?"
The Doctor just opened and closed his mouth several times without anything coming out.
"Oh, of course it's all right, why am I even asking? I'm you. I can see where your timeline is now and I'm going to make an executive decision here, if you don't mind." The other man turned towards a robins-egg blue Morris Minor that was parked down the street and waved his hand. The passenger-side door opened and the word astonished was grossly inadequate to describe the Doctor's feelings when he saw Rose Tyler run up the street, right up to the doors of theTARDIS, past this other strange man and directly in to his own arms.
"He hasn't...yet," the other man stage-whispered to Rose as she continued to squeeze the Doctor round his middle. "He's from the past."
Rose let him go and while he'd been too shocked to really return the hug as it ought to have been, he now felt bereft.
"Oh, yeah, I can see. There's something about him. Look! He's wearing your suit!" she squealed and hit the man on his arm for effect. She turned back to the Doctor with full eyes, though they were not sad, but wistful. "Look at you," she sighed.
"Rose." The Doctor finally managed to utter the name that had been at his lips so often since they'd been separated. "And...me?"
Both Rose and the other Doctor walked past him and in to the TARDIS without an invitation. Which is, of course, exactly what he himself would do in such a situation.
"I'm not you. Not really. Not as far as our timelines are concerned, that is. That would have been a very bad idea, indeed. We're way smarter than all that, I think."
Rose touched the console gingerly. "What's wrong with her?"
The Doctor rubbed the back of his head as he shut the door and walked up the gangway. "That sort of depends on where I am. Where am I?"
The other Doctor sat himself down on the jump seat and put his feet up on the console. "You're in an alternate universe, mate. The same alternate universe you always seem to be dropping in on. Don't you find that odd? Of all the alternate universes out there, you keep winding up in the same one? Not that we're complaining." He looked at Rose who gave him the thumbs-up with a cheeky grin. "Also, you're in the future. About...well, it's hard to say, time moves faster here. But for you, I'd guess about two years, maybe three."
"And who, exactly, are you?" The Doctor's features started to turn angry and he cast a dark, suspicious look towards Rose.
Rose approached him, seeing the way he was looking at her now. "No, it's okay," she cooed. "It's me. It's your Rose. Really. Please don't be cross with us. We wanted to see you so much." She held out a hand to him, aware of her other Doctor's gaze on the both of them. "There's so much we wanted to tell you."
He cocked his head to one side and gave her an appraising look. "You do look older."
"That's because I am. Like we said, you're in the future."
The other Doctor cleared his throat and they both looked over to where he'd made himself quite at home at the TARDIS controls. "She brought you here on purpose," he pronounced. "Oh, Rose, that's just brilliant. The most powerful being in the Universe, and she cares so much for her old friend, even when she's in so much pain herself." He stroked the console and reached up to touch the rotor. "There's nothing wrong with her, Doctor. She brought you here to see us. Took advantage of the temporal turmoil created by what happened on the Valiant, and dropped right through to here, like a marble through a wet piece of paper."
"The Valiant...how do you know about that?" The Doctor was incredulous again and moved away from where Rose was still reaching out to touch his hand.
"I was there, or course. That whole year, the pain, the waiting, the trauma of it that I never admitted to anyone." He looked at Rose meaningfully. "Well, not for a long time. And the guilt, knowing it was Martha out there risking her life..."
The Doctor's intake of breath was an audible hiss. "Who are you?" he demanded fiercely, raising his voice sharply.
"You can hear me in your mind. You know who I am. The particulars don't matter."
Rose came up behind the Doctor again and touched his shoulder. "It doesn't have to make sense, does it? Can't we just spend some time together before you have to go again? There's so much we want to tell you, and show you, even if it doesn't make complete sense now. It will, and it's important."
He turned and placed a cool hand on her cheek. "It's you."
She smiled against his palm and thrilled to the feel of the way he stroked his thumb against her skin. "It's me."
"One night only, I'm afraid," came the other Doctor's voice from behind them. He placed a palm against the console and looked as if he were listening to someone calling him from very far away. "Then the damage that was done by the Master starts to repair itself, and you've got a lot to do in that other universe before we all see each other again."
"We've got time for a drink though, yeah?" Rose said jauntily and strode down the corridor that she hoped would take her eventually to the nice study where the Doctor kept a cabinet of strangely coloured liquors from distant galaxies.
~o0o~
"Well, cheers," said Rose brightly as she handed a crystal glass of sapphire-coloured liquid to both the Doctors, who were sitting side-by-side on the sofa, before sitting herself next to them. With them wearing completely different outfits, it was easy to tell them apart, though if they both started talking at once, she'd never be able to discern them with her eyes closed. As it was, however, the Doctor in the blue suit was unusually quiet, his eyes roving freely between her and the man seated on his other side.
"So, limited time, lots to show you," the casually-dressed Doctor said brightly after finishing his drink and pouring himself another.
"Are we going somewhere?" the other Doctor enquired, looking a bit shell-shocked now.
"Nah," said Rose. "What we mean is, well, we've talked a lot about you since we last saw you. Which of course hasn't happened yet, but it will. This bloke here, he likes to talk about himself just the same as you do, so believe me when I say there've been many hours spent on this topic."
"I've got a whole new perspective now, you see," the Doctor in jeans remarked emphatically, turning towards the Doctor in the middle, who was beginning to look overwhelmed and beset upon from all sides. "And I think what you need to know, more than anything else, is how loved you are, and how happy we are here together. We think about you all the time, we try to send our love to you but we know we can't, not through the boundaries of reality." He grinned a broad toothy grin that made the apples of his cheeks shine in the warm yellow light of the study. "But here you! A bit on the early side, it's true. We'll have to do something about that before we leave, because you have so much to accomplish back where you came from, and we don't want to mess that up. I've got some ideas along those lines, and I think if we get the TARDIS--"
"Doctor," Rose muttered in to her glass, draining the last drops of her second drink. "You're sort of babbling."
"Right. Sorry."
The Doctor in the middle turned his head from side to side as if he was watching a tennis match, looking at this doppleganger of himself on one side, and the woman he thought he'd never see again on the other. "I babble when I'm nervous," he said.
Both of these strangers who were not strangers at all then beamed at him and Rose gave a bright laugh that nearly broke his hearts to hear again.
"Look at that woman over there," the Doctor on the end said. "That gorgeous, brilliant woman. She loves me, and I'm you. She's always loved you, right from the start. Even when you were horrid to her, even when you were thoughtless or broke your word. Even when you couldn't say the one thing she'd wanted to hear from you. She forgives you, she knows you aren't free to be what she needs, and she loves you anyway. And now's your chance, mate."
Rose sat quietly, a look on her face that could only be described as veiled.
"My chance for what?" the Doctor whispered, never taking his eyes of Rose now that he'd turned them on her fully. He felt like he was in a dream, and perhaps he was. That whole year had been one long nightmare, and maybe now the TARDIS was consoling him with this vision, benevolent soul that she was. What happened next confirmed his suspicions, and slotted in nicely with the few other pleasant dreams he'd had in recent years.
"Oh, sod it," Rose said with exasperation, having grown tired of the one Doctor's cryptic ramblings and the other's confused inaction. She leaned forward, placed a hand behind the Doctor's neck, and gave him one last sidelong look before covering his mouth with hers. She felt his posture stiffen and she half expected him to pull back, but he didn't. As he began to part his lips slightly and press back in to her with equal force, she opened one eye a crack and saw her Doctor over his shoulder, watching with quiet pride.
As kisses go, it was on the chaste side, but it was the emotion heavy in the moment that had all parties, even the one merely observing, breathing raggedly and regarding one another through dazed eyes when it was over.
"You see?" said Rose finally. "You'd never let yourself feel that before, and I understand. Truly, I do."
The Doctor on his other side continued her thought, as if they were one person. "You'd never be free to give her that and you thought you were being kind to withhold yourself from her. But it doesn't matter now. You don't have to be anything for her after tonight. When we leave here, she'll still have me. I'll lend you my freedom. One night only."
Rose licked her lips and discreetly brought a thumb up to one corner of her mouth to remove a trace of the kiss she'd just shared. "I think one more drink, yeah?" she said suggestively, decanting in to the three glasses again, and then taking hers with her as she crossed the study to a vintage phonograph she'd always been fond of when she was a resident on the ship. "And some music. There's no need to be so dour, Doctor." She made it clear she was speaking to the one in the suit, the one looking quite bedazzled now, the one who continued to be at a rather uncharacteristic loss for words. "This is a happy occasion."
She flipped through the understandably quite large and eclectic record collection, and found one of her old favourites still close to the front, almost where she'd left it. After placing the needle on the vinyl, she was going to turn back around to share a wink with both Doctors at her selection, but instead found herself rooted to the spot. The two men faced one another on the sofa, each with a hand behind the other's neck, foreheads pressed together and eyes closed.
Her Doctor had started talking about this on their drive to find his counterpart, but had then stopped himself and grown taciturn for a few miles before changing subjects. It was the silence in his head that made him wake in the middle of the night and pace, it was the one dark blot on his otherwise sunny demeanour, the only thing he had a hard time talking to her about. To have gone nine hundred years and at least always had the TARDIS , even when the other voices fell terrifyingly silent, and then to have nothing at all--he'd insisted sadly that it really was beyond her understanding. She'd offered to let him in to her own thoughts, but even that was not possible for his human body. The mind was capable, but the flesh was not. He needed his opposite number to forge the bridge and end the silence, at least for the time that they were together.
The warm analogue sound of the singer's voice on the record made the eyes of each man flutter open, and as one they turned their heads towards her so they were cheek-to-cheek. The Doctor in the suit rose from the couch. Rose saw that they had been holding hands and as he walked toward her, her Doctor seemed to be reluctant to let go. Rose took one last sip of her drink before putting the glass down. She'd seen the look now on this Doctor's face enough times on the other's to know that there probably would not be a good deal more drinking going on for a while.
She reached her hand out to him, and he took it, leading her back over to the sofa where they sat as they'd been before, but with a whole new level of energy crackling between them.
"Kiss her again," the Doctor on the end prompted, and the words were barely spoken before Rose was making small mewling sounds under the mouth of the other. The music of her little moans combined with the shared feelings and impressions of his counterpart was more than enough for him to feel as if he were kissing her himself, which of course he'd done thousands of times in the past year. The filter of experiencing it all through the mind of someone for whom this was the first time was entirely new, shockingly intense, and drove him wild with a desire that was very much human. He hadn't meant to intrude on the moment, but he didn't realise the moans that had been percolating from his own throat until he noticed that Rose and the Doctor both had turned to look at him with raised eyebrows.
"Sorry," he panted, and the other two smiled benevolently. "It's just...well, I'm so sorry but watching that is hot."
The Doctor in the middle smirked quite smugly and muttered, "Humans."
"Oh?" the other Doctor said with a note of challenge in his voice. "That so?" He leaned awkwardly over, his hips hovering over histwin's , and caught Rose in a deep, and quite literally breathtaking kiss, his hand gaining precarious purchase on the back of the sofa over the Doctor's shoulder. Plunging his tongue in to the familiar warmth of Rose's mouth and then pulling back and waiting for her to reciprocate, he felt movement as the Doctor began to writhe and moan and under him.
Point proved, and perhaps just a few extra moments of sweetness taken after, he settled back down at his end of the sofa again and enjoyed the view of the Doctor and Rose both flushed, breathing heavily and blinking. The Doctor loosened his tie and undid the top button of his shirt, not making eye-contact with the winner of this particular debate.
"I can see this is going to be quite a night for you both," Rose finally said, the corners of her mouth quirking up coyly. "But let's not forget who we're here for." She directed this at the Doctor she'd arrived with and then turned her honey-brown eyes back on the other. "Can we...you know, to your bedroom?"
The Doctor in the blue suit's eyes got rather more round than they already had been and he looked towards the door. "Oh yes," he said thoughtfully. "If I'm dreaming, might as well make it the really good kind."
"Might as well!" said the other Doctor enthusiastically as he stood up to reveal just exactly how looking forward to this next bit he was. "You two go on, I'll just, ah, tidy up in here, shall I?"
"He's not coming along?"
Rose couldn't tell if the Doctor's question contained a note of relief or surprise.
"I think he's waiting for you to say it's okay." Rose pushed the familiar door to his bedroom open and the Doctor grabbed her wrist and pulled her in close as soon as they entered.
"If he's me, then he should already know the answer, shouldn't he?" He held her tightly as he spoke, his words a cool zephyr across her cheek, and he wasted no further time--if he was dreaming then the waking would come soon enough. He backed her up against the wall next to the door, wanting to first explore how her curves felt against his own body, and savouring the contrasts. She was at a distinct advantage, knowing as she already did that the Doctor was powerless against a well-placed kissed directly below his right ear, that sucking and nibbling on the tip of each finger was the easiest way to get him from the supper table to the bedroom in under twenty seconds, and that he had a wee bit of a foot fetish.
She kicked off a shoe and began to run her foot up and down his calf. He shuddered and bucked his hips in to her, and it took her a moment to remember that the hard need that she felt there was not that of her usual lover. Or rather, it was but it wasn't. It was like going back in time, or the nearest she'd be able to get to doing that for the rest of her life.
Except going back in time would not include two sets of hands stroking the bit of bare skin between her shirt and her trousers, and two mouths running kisses along her jawline and neck. She opened her eyes to see both Doctors rather indiscriminately getting carried away by the moment. Giving the one in the t-shirt a gentle tug to the hair, she raised an eyebrow as best she could while trying to think through the fog caused by theother's hands beginning to roam under her shirt and trace along the outline of her bra.
"He said it was okay," the Doctor said hopefully, smiling.
She faintly heard the other moan "Brilliant" in to her ear before he plunged down on to her mouth again, sucking at her bottom lip and then playing his tongue around the tip of hers.
Her Doctor moved behind the other and began to help him out of his clothes, as it occurred suddenly to Rose that once they were naked and equally rumpled,there'd really be no telling them apart unless she felt for heart beats or subtle differences in body temperature. The thought was unexpectedly tantalising and she wanted very much to know what it would be like to simply abandon all attempts to keep their identities straight.
Helping his counterpart off with his jacket and tie, the Doctor experienced a vivid flash of the passion and long pent-up need that the other was experiencing the release of, involuntarily thrusting forward and grinding his hips in to the other man's rear. This caused a chain reaction that led to Rose letting out a bit too much air, and left the two men gasping for entirely different reasons.
"All right, gentlemen," she panted after they both realised the very real danger of breaking her, and moved back a couple of steps. "This whole big room with that whole big bed and we're all huddled here in the corner like a bunch ofhoodies."
They looked at one another guiltily.
"Everyone take three giant steps back," she said, like a dinner lady policing the food line. To her great surprise and eternal amusement, they both did exactly what she asked, except that at about two and a half giant steps back they each hit the edge of the bed and toppled backwards on to it.
"Oh, I'm drunk with power!" she hooted, delighting in the really rather dumb looks on both of their faces. She nibbled on the tip of her thumb as she slowly moved towards them, considering the possibilities. "I think," she began thoughtfully, "that while I get a bit more of my kit off here, you two should just, you know, help yourselves."
They looked at one another, and then back at her again.
"It amuses me," she said imperiously, pointing a finger at them both before bending over to remove her other shoe. When she stood back up, she realised that she needn't have put on the Queen act, as they were both quite enthusiastically enjoying what looked to be a fairly intense telepathic feedback loop.
Rose stood back and watched for a while. She'd expected them to be aggressive with one another, unromantically efficient and focused on simply getting the job done as men tended to be when they masturbated, but it wasn't like that at all. It was beautiful, tender. Her Doctor, the one on the right, still wearing jeans but without his t-shirt now, gently pushed the other down on to the bed and laid down next to him, propping himself up on an elbow and landing kisses along his rib cage while fumbling one-handed with clasps and zips. The other, prone on the bed and seemingly transported, grabbed at the duvet with his hands and rocked his hips forward and back under the other man's trouser ministrations.
Just watching them, her body was responding intensely. Her hands hovered over a button of her shirt, forgotten about for the moment. Her lips parted and she licked them to try and simulate how her Doctor was now running his tongue along the swollen lips of the other, in between outrageously deep kisses that had him bringing his head up to seek more. When she saw the familiar hand of her lover reach out and do something quite unfamiliar, parting the other Doctor's trousers at the zip and take a firm grip that prompted him to lift his hips well off the bed, Rose felt a spreading warmth that was more than just metaphorical. She quickly shucked the rest of her clothing, and saw both men take a deep breath in as the scent of her arousal permeated the room.
"You don't think you deserve this, but you do" her Doctor said softly as he shifted himself downward and pulled the other's trousers off completely. "You don't even like to lose control when you're all alone, but it might do you some good. You can take that piece of advice for free." He looked over at Rose and gave her a small nod, but the other Doctor seemed to be too far gone to notice. She approached the two of them and laid herself down in the crook of the Doctor's arm, on the opposite side from where the other was gently and slowly sliding his tongue up and down his cock.
Rose had a brief moment of remembering every joke she'd ever heard about men trying to go down on themselves, but the groan ripped from the prone Doctor's throat was in and of itself enough to create another surge of warmth between her legs and to blot out all thoughts of how weird this must look. She pressed her body against him and whispered encouragements in his ear.
"I want you to feel the pleasure," she sighed, arranging herself so that if she moved her hips just so against his thigh she could start a rolling wave of sensation that would spread out all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes before gathering back at her centre again. Her Doctor continued his achingly slow progress down theother's shaft and back up again. "Tell me how good it feels," she whispered against his neck, as she prepared to hit that spot below his ear that she knew would drive him wild.
His hand, which had been fisting the covers rather spastically now came up and took hold of her firm, round rump. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out by vowels, all of them ragged and lacking any kind of volume control.
"He's quite good, isn't he?" she said, hot against his ear, but not low enough that her Doctor didn't hear her and shoot her a rather smug look.
"Yes," the Doctor hissed as he tossed his head back in response to something the other was doing with his hands out of Rose's view.
"He knows exactly how you want it."
"Yes," the Doctor gasped again and Rose craned her neck a little to see what her Doctor was doing. They'd had a discussion once, she and he, about things men like that are often best left in the hands of other men, such as what he was doing now with his hand palm-up on the sheet under histwin's rocking hips.
"And you deserve it, don't you?" she prompted, running a hand over his nipples and scratching it through the fine hair on his chest.
"Oh yes," he moaned, and she pressed herself to his thigh again so he could feel how warm and wet she was.
"Say it. Say you deserve this pleasure," her Doctor prompted, working gently with his long, slender fingers before moving his mouth back down on to him.
Rose brushed the hair away from the Doctor's forehead, where pinpoints of sweat were beginning to stand out. When he opened his impossibly black, wide eyes again, she was already looking in to them and waiting, lips red and parted, cheeks golden-pink. "Say it," she mouthed soundlessly.
He closed his eyes again, unable to hold her gaze as he spoke the words.
"I deserve it."
Rose looked down at her Doctor, who paused in his activity and gave her a proud little smile before taking the other Doctor in to his mouth again, now at a faster pace. He began to make his own low sounds of pleasure around theother's cock, reminding Rose that they could share something she never could be a part of, though she wasn't jealous.
Rose knew all the signs; the flexing of his feet, the deepening tone of his moans, and she began to feel quite selfishly upset that she was not going to get to have a go with her original Doctor.
With a great spasm through his whole body, and a shout that made her glad for the dimensionally transcendent soundproofing of the TARDIS , the Doctor released in to the mouth of the other, who made gentle sucking sounds as he brought him back in for a gentle denouement.
Rose could not manage to wipe a pouty look off of her face, and as both Doctors opened their eyes, they caught it and looked at one another with very cheeky grins.
"Oh, poor Rose!" her Doctor said, wiping his chin and sitting back on his heels. "You see what horrible beasts males are? Given the opportunity to fuck ourselves, we just can't help it."
The other Doctor continued to gain his breath and composure back, but she heard him make a low chuckling sound deep in his chest. "You haven't told her, have you?" He winked at his other self.
"Why would I tease her with what she can't have? I'm only human, don't want her comparing me to the other version. That wouldn't do at all."
Rose sat up and looked back and forth between them with annoyance. Her entire body ached and she consoled herself with the thought that at least her Doctor was still straining under his jeans, even if that wasn't what she'd originally had in mind.
"What are you two on about?"
"Time Lord." Her Doctor pointed at the other. "Binary vascular system. Are you connecting any dots here?"
"Doctor, you know I can't think straight when you've got me all...flustered."
"Two hearts, two circulatory systems, quite enough stamina to go two rounds."
Rose looked at the other Doctor in shock. "And you are keeping yourself from the women of the universe for what reason again?"
"Well, let's not get full of ourselves," he said modestly while shooting her Doctor a look that was very much full of itself.
There was probably a lewd pun in there somewhere, but Rose was at a loss. Her Doctor stood and began to unzip his jeans and step out of them.
"Is that what my bum looks like?" the other Doctor drawled, propping himself up on his elbows.
"It's a very nice bum," Rose assured him. "A bit flat, but we can't all have an arse like mine, can we?"
Her Doctor turned around, his erection pointing right at them quite proudly. "Let's have a look then," he demanded. "It is a capital bum. I'm quite fond."
Rose knelt on the bed and turned her back to the both of them, giving her own behind a little smack for good measure.
"That's quite a view," the Doctor laying on the bed noted matter-of-factly to the other. Rose looked coyly over her shoulder, enjoying the ego boost.
"It is. I love to have her from behind so I can look at it." Her Doctor crawled on to the bed again and knelt behind her, his cock bumping up against the small of her back and sending a wave of anticipation through her. "In fact, I don't think I can help myself." He reached down and spread her legs, rubbing firm circles on her rump as he did so.
She leaned over on to her elbows and could see just out of the corner of her eye the other Doctor's prick begin to twitch and grow pink and firm again. She couldn't be sure, but it felt as if she was so wet it might actually be a bit unbecoming.
Her Doctor moved back from her and arranged himself, then took her hips in his hands and brought her up and back, to completely take him inside of her in one smooth movement, made easy through a lot of studied practise.
All was silence for a few moments, the only sound the wet sucking noises coming from where she and the Doctor were joined and moved together. She finally let out a long low moan as he withdrew from her entirely, and she felt the bed jostle a little with movement.
When she was entered again, it wasn't at first obvious that it was a different man. She bucked her hips back, and it was only the hesitation that gave him away. Her Doctor would have gamely thrust forward, but the man inside her now didn't move at all, but just clutched at her hips and let out a little sound of wonder.
"It's okay," she heard her Doctor say. "You deserve it. She's so beautiful, isn't she?"
The Doctor's only response was an even further hardening inside of her, and she had to lean her forehead against the bed to keep from collapsing with the pleasure of it.
"She loves you and she wants you to fuck her," her Doctor continued.
But she was suddenly empty again and she gasped with the simultaneous pleasure of the Doctor's shaft leaving her, and the ache of being left. She looked back over her shoulder, eyes pleading but unable to form words.
"You see?" her Doctor said gently, lining himself up behind her again. "It's like she glows when I make love to her, like the Bad Wolf never left her." He entered her with just the tip at first and then thrust in hard. She cried out his name, and it was only in retrospect that she wondered if she should have made that plural. But four or five glorious, long, slow, timeless plunges in and out, and he was gone again.
This time there was no hesitation or pause between them and the other Doctor was taking her before she could recover from the leaving of the first, who was now laying down at her side and looking up in to her eyes.
"Say her name," he said, bringing a hand up to brush some hair away that had been falling in to her mouth.
And the other Doctor did say her name, with each thrust in to her, he said it like a prayer. She closed her eyes just to listen to him and to hold close all the subtle differences between the way he said it and the way she'd grown accustomed to hearing it. She felt hands now roaming all over her body and finally gave up trying to figure out who was who. Someone placed a thumb within her folds that made her press down in to it, two fingers were squeezing and releasing her nipple, a palm rubbed and smacked at her bum and felt herself slowly tumbling forward.
They continued to take turns until Rose was breathless, teased with hands and fingers to within an inch of release, when she heard the Doctor, hers she assumed through the note of authority in his voice, speak again.
"What do you want, Rose?"
She wasn't able to answer in words and was barely able to answer in actions, but found the strength to get back up on to her hands, sit up and face them both as they knelt side by side. It was as she predicted. Without clothes and equally at loose ends with lust, they were identical. She looked back and forth between them, and placed her hand on the chest of each in turn. Where she felt two rapidly beating hearts, she kept her palm there and pushed backwards. The Doctor yielded easily as he had done earlier for her Doctor and she did not hesitate to move over and straddle him.
She looked at her Doctor with a silent question on her lips and he nodded in reply. Her movements were quick and smooth, but when the Doctor closed his eyes with the pleasure of this new angle, she stopped. "No, I want you to see me."
Her Doctor knelt next to them, his erection bumping up against her thigh periodically as she leaned forward and back, rocking gently and slowly and finding her own pleasure. When she did at last make the final minute adjustment that would allow every movement to send a jolt of fire through her veins, she reached over and took her Doctor in her hand, rubbing his tip with her thumb in time with the movements of her hips.
All three broke out in to a spontaneous moan of each others names and the Doctor Rose was now riding raised a hand up rather impotently to search for some small part of the other Doctor that he could bring pleasure to, finally taking over the rubbing and stroking from Rose.
Somewhere in the back of her head Rose knew this would probably be something for the record books, but what could one expect when one fucked two men who were in fact the same man? Completely simultaneous orgasm would probably be a bit much to hope for, but both men seemed near enough that she decided to speed things up for herself with a judicious lean backwards and a finger that she'd had the Doctor previously sucking on.
The sight of her touching herself and licking her lips in concentration drove her Doctor over the edge, despite the increasingly erratic ministrations of the other, and hespilled on to the rumpled sheets with a hoarse cry of a word that was perhaps not English but was definitely dirty.
He quickly moved away from them and collapsed on to a heap of pillows to watch and admire what would probably be the only time he'd ever get to see what they looked like when they made love. Feeling the hazy warmth of relief spreading through his limbs, he couldn't help but whisper encouragements to them.
"She's close," he said to the other Doctor. "Open your eyes and see what she looks like when she comes."
The Doctor complied, his jaw clenching with tension and the effort to not let go until she did.
"Do you love her?" the observing Doctor prompted.
Rose leaned forward now and increased her pace, driving herself down hard on to him, shaking her head to get the hair out of her eyes so they could see one another.
"Oh yes!" the Doctor cried.
"Tell her," demanded the other Doctor firmly.
Rose had already started to feel the clenching of her muscles and the start of her orgasm spread a white glow around her vision when the Doctor bucked hard up in to her, his eyes welling up as he whispered, "I love you. I love you. I love you."
The two men lay face-to-face, just inches apart, each with an arm thrown over the other's slender waist. The soft sounds of Rose's slumber struck them both as the most wondrously beautiful thing they'd ever heard.
"Thank you," said one softly. "That's really all we wanted to say. Thank you."
"Humans do have a smashing way of showing their gratitude," the other replied.
They both smiled, mirror images of each other.
"Well, we may have gotten slightly carried away."
The other arched an eyebrow. "Just slightly?"
"You sacrifice so much so that others can be happy. And we are happy. So, when the time comes, let us go and know that for the rest of our short lives, we'll love you for making the choices that no one should ever have to." He brought a hand up to touch the other man's cheek gently.
"Doesn't sound like such a good deal for me."
There was nothing but sympathy in the Doctor's eyes. "Would you rather watch your own self and the woman you love age, get sick, and die?"
Silence.
"You'll remember this as a dream, and I daresay the TARDIS will make sure of that. But you'll know what you have to do when it's time, and then she'll let you feel this moment again." He kissed the palm of the other Doctor's hand and brought it up to his own temple, pressing it there as he closed his eyes and did what he had to do to protect thetimelines.
When Rose woke, the Doctor was putting his jeans back on, and the other Doctor lay sprawled next to her on the bed, face innocent and smooth in repose.
"Is he sleeping?" she whispered incredulously.
"I sang him a lullaby," the Doctor said simply, and offered her a hand out of the tangled sheets. "Time to go."
As Rose dressed, she fumbled around in the pockets of her trousers and pulled out a small key strung on a simple metal chain. She placed it lightly to her lips, kissed it, and left it in a small wooden box on a low bookshelf near the door.
In the console room again, the hand the Doctor had been born from percolated away in it's glass jar. Best to not go anywhere near that, that really would cause some paradoxical chaos. He savoured the feel of the controls under his fingers for one final moment before flipping one last switch and saying his goodbyes to theTARDIS and all that she represented, thanking her for her extreme benevolence.
As soon as they shut the doors behind them, the familiar wheezing began, and as dawn broke over a suburban London street, a blue police box evaporated in to thin air while a man and a woman turned their backs and walked hand-in-hand to a robin's egg blue Morris Minor.