The Time-Traveller's Guide to Self Love
Title: The Time Traveller's Guide to Self-Love
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Ninth Doctor/Tenth Doctor
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Unusual m/m slash
The Doctor flicked a switch and sagged, leaning heavily against the console as the time rotor, at last, made its slow rise and fall and the TARDIS sped away through the vortex, taking him and his companion away from danger and on to new adventures.
He brushed ash from the sleeve of his battered leather jacket, straightened the ravaged neckline of his thin black jumper and looked across at himself. Or rather, the newer incarnation of himself. His tenth incarnation was busy, strands of dark-mousey hair flopping about as he darted around the console jabbing buttons, checking readouts Too busy, in fact, to acknowledge his other self impatiently tapping his toes against the metal framed floor.
"Oi," said the ninth Doctor loudly. To himself. As it were.
The tenth Doctor looked over at his earlier incarnation, apparently surprised. "Ahhh, yes. Sorry. Have to get me back to my own timeline. Forgot, in all the excitement."
"No shinola, Sherlock…" said the ninth Doctor in a rather aggrieved tone. "I shouldn’t even be here, mate. I’m meant to be in retirement, y’know." The tenth Doctor flapped at him dismissively. "Yes, yes. I’m on it, just a few adjustments to make to the old girl first. Took a lot out of her, that final battle."
"You wouldn’t have made it without me and my extra brain power, y‘know." said the ninth Doctor, tapping his forehead for effect. His newer incarnation frowned slightly. "Hmmm. Yes. Was a bit of a close call. Still, desperate times, and all that…" the mild cockney twang of his voice vibrated pleasantly around the room.
The ninth Doctor strode across the room to his other self. "Must say, I like the new voice, " he said in his own, softer northern tone. "Was always rather fond of this one, but the new one... yeah. It's good. Bet it drives Rose mad." The Tenth Doctor smiled rakishly. "Took her a while to get used to it, hmm. But... yes. I think she likes it better than the old one. And our Jack seems to have taken all of this in his stride."
The ninth Doctor grinned. "You found him, then... good. No, don't tell me. Might not be a good idea." He gave his other self a sideways glance. "Had him yet?" The tenth Doctor raised an eyebrow. "You should know..." The ninth Doctor shook his head with a smile. "I meant... y'know". He cocked his head a couple of times. "Again, but... in your body." The tenth Doctor grinned. "Mmm... not yet, no, but... I know he wants me. You know Jack... likes to play his little teasing games for a while first."
The ninth Doctor reached out and ran a hand appreciatively down his other self's upper arm. "I like the new look. I was lucky with this regeneration... these things are usually a bit random but... yeah. Cute." He emphasised the final word with one of his cheeky grins. The tenth Doctor looked into the grey eyes of his former self with an amused smirk. "Are you... what is it humans say... 'hitting on me'?"
The ninth Doctor looked surprised, and then amused, and then confused in a rapid change of facial expressions. "Hitting on myself, you mean? I dunno. I mean... hmm. Never really thought about it..."
The tenth Doctor tapped his chin and then raised an eyebrow, an expression the ninth Doctor thought was extremely sexy, if he did say so himself. "This could be a useful and interesting experiment... which begs the question... if you fuck me... if I fuck myself, as it were, and the suggestion has been made to me on more than one occasion in the past, I might add; then does this make it a sexual encounter between two very attractive, willing and sensuous men, or some weird paradoxical form of masturbation?"
The ninth Doctor cocked his head to one side, and then let his leather jacket fall backwards off his outstretched arms on to the floor. "It also begs the question, do we really care?"
The tenth Doctor gently grabbed his former incarnation by the side of the neck and leaned in close, smelt his own familiar scent on the other man, the other man who was himself, considered the conundrum for 1.3 seconds, and then gave his measured, if silent, response.
The ninth Doctor fell back a step at the passionate kiss of his future incarnation, momentarily stunned by the wet heat of the other man's tongue as it bore insistently into his mouth, the hand resting warmly on his neck clenching, fingers of his partner's other hand fumbling desperately for the zip of his trousers. He managed to disentangle himself enough to be able to remove his own jumper and by the time he was topless, his trousers had been unfastened by his future self and were bunched around his knees. The ninth Doctor gasped out loud as the slightly younger man released his lips with a wet smack.
With no respite, the tenth Doctor moved his mouth down to his other self's throat, chest, nipples... assaulting him deliciously with licks and bites that made his other self groan. "Lucky really..." he managed between bites and kisses.... "not many people get the chance to do this kind of thing..."
"Not to this extent, no... I... Ohhh...." the ninth Doctor felt his knees buckle as the hot hand of his other self moved down to his rapidly hardening cock and began to stroke it slowly... just how he liked it. Of course it was just how he liked it; it was, him, in effect, doing it to himself.
"This is a confusing thing to think about..." the ninth Doctor mumbled only just coherently.
"Then don't think about it anymore" came the breathy advice of his other incarnation, and the ninth Doctor found himself tearing at the other man's clothing, suddenly and desperately needing to explore the unfamiliar flesh his own had become.
He made short work of the clothes his future incarnation had chosen to wear (he subconsciously disapproved of the shirt but paid it no attention), tossing them uncaringly to the floor to join his own discarded garments. The ninth Doctor ran his tongue and teeth over all the places he knew it would please his unorthodox lover, finding the gasps and mumbled words of appreciation pleasing to the ears. Ears that some might say were generously sized, which were now being clutched by the other man gasping and writhing above him as the ninth Doctor’s busy mouth found his partner’s cock and began to suckle, softly at first, and then more insistently, filling the organ with blood and heat and solidity, tasting the other man's - no, his own pre-cum on his tongue, the saltiness of which he shortly pressed into his other self's mouth as he recommenced kissing the other man. The ninth Doctor pushed up against his other self, taking a firm hold of his partner's thighs until, gasping and fumbling, he had the tenth Doctor perched up on the TARDIS console. He pushed his hips into the widening gap between the younger man's thighs, their eyes locked together.
Some alarmingly loud beeps and chimes emanated from the console and the TARDIS lurched to the left by eighteen degrees and then righted itself. All of this was completely ignored as both incarnations of the Timelord lost themselves in each other, sweat lubricating their bodies as they rubbed their erections together, their lips and tongues dancing in the faintly orange glow of the console room, identical salt-sweat and saliva being shared between flesh and mouths. With a soft moan the tenth Doctor felt his other self slide two fingers into him, the digits working their way inside slowly, scissoring slightly to stretch and prepare. The ninth Doctor was careful but not unduly gentle - he knew that the sharp pleasure-pain would be welcomed and savoured, as surely as if he felt it in his own body. This other body that was also his… a future him biting at his shoulder… such a strange concept and yet one that had a special and unique guilty pleasure of its own.
"Now… please… now… fuck me… yourself… us… we…" the tenth Doctor was half mumbling, half giggling with the insanity of it all as the ninth Doctor concentrated his mind on the pleasures of the flesh and not the absurdity of the situation… sweat making his hands slippery, he carefully gripped his other self’s legs, feeling the tenth Doctor’s torso slip further forwards (causing the console to play a whole new serenade of warning beeps) and nimbly guided the limbs over his shoulders as he pressed his throbbing hardness to his lover’s entrance and pushed, previously applied saliva and new sweat making things easier until with intermingled moans from both men, their coupling was complete.
The ninth Doctor bent forward as much as he could, his future self stroking his damp face as he began to thrust, slowly at first and then with more passion, the tightness around him like a hot velvet glove. The tenth Doctor threw his head back and groaned with the sheer pleasure and encouraged the other man to fuck him harder, each thrust bringing a delicious split-second of friction against his prostate. He gripped the ninth Doctor with his left hand at the waist and with his right he reached to stroke his cock, matching the rhythm of his other self's movement.
It didn't seem to take very long, and perhaps not too surprisingly, as the ninth Doctor's thrusts became more erratic and fevered, the tenth Doctor could feel his own orgasm building, the tightness in the core of his body eager to release. With a loud cry the tenth Doctor climaxed, covering himself and the chest and belly of his future incarnation with hot juices and he dimly realised that the ninth Doctor wasn't far behind, and within moments he watched his other self tip his head back with a groan as he orgasmed hard, his legs and arms trembling with the effort.
Shaking limbs and kisses and laughing and they were both on the floor in a sweaty heap. The ninth Doctor leaned forward to brush a lock of soaked hair away from the forehead of his other self. "Yeah... lucky...." he said with a grin.
After a short while, the tenth Doctor stood up with some difficulty, pushing at his other self's discarded leather jacket with his foot. "Better get yourself sorted out," he said gently. The ninth Doctor didn't meet his gaze. "Yeah... get me back to my own timeline and all that... better get yourself back to Rose and Jack before they have a thrombie". He looked... disappointed? He was never that good at making his emotions easily read, the tenth Doctor realised, and wasn't entirely sure if he'd improved in that area since his regeneration.
The tenth Doctor didn't speak again as he made the necessary adjustments to the console in readiness to return his former self to hs own time. He looked up to see his other self had quickly put on his jumper and pulled up his trousers, his jacket hanging over his right arm. The ninth Doctor looked serious a moment, and then grinned. "Oh, and mate... I'd get some clothes on before you forget..."
The tenth Doctor looked down, apparently surprised by his nakedness. The atmosphere seemed to have lightened. "Oh yes... forgot. All the excitement..." he smiled back at his other self. "Ready to go?" he said gently. His other self nodded. The ninth Doctor was already beginning to look unsubstantial around the edges, like a flickering hologram. The tenth Doctor flicked a switch and the ninth Doctor began to fade further. "How was it for you?" said the ninth Doctor, his voice echoing and fading as the body it belonged to disappeared.
The tenth Doctor walked slowly to where his clothes lay. "Oh..." he said to himself. "I was fantastic."
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Ninth Doctor/Tenth Doctor
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Unusual m/m slash
The Doctor flicked a switch and sagged, leaning heavily against the console as the time rotor, at last, made its slow rise and fall and the TARDIS sped away through the vortex, taking him and his companion away from danger and on to new adventures.
He brushed ash from the sleeve of his battered leather jacket, straightened the ravaged neckline of his thin black jumper and looked across at himself. Or rather, the newer incarnation of himself. His tenth incarnation was busy, strands of dark-mousey hair flopping about as he darted around the console jabbing buttons, checking readouts Too busy, in fact, to acknowledge his other self impatiently tapping his toes against the metal framed floor.
"Oi," said the ninth Doctor loudly. To himself. As it were.
The tenth Doctor looked over at his earlier incarnation, apparently surprised. "Ahhh, yes. Sorry. Have to get me back to my own timeline. Forgot, in all the excitement."
"No shinola, Sherlock…" said the ninth Doctor in a rather aggrieved tone. "I shouldn’t even be here, mate. I’m meant to be in retirement, y’know." The tenth Doctor flapped at him dismissively. "Yes, yes. I’m on it, just a few adjustments to make to the old girl first. Took a lot out of her, that final battle."
"You wouldn’t have made it without me and my extra brain power, y‘know." said the ninth Doctor, tapping his forehead for effect. His newer incarnation frowned slightly. "Hmmm. Yes. Was a bit of a close call. Still, desperate times, and all that…" the mild cockney twang of his voice vibrated pleasantly around the room.
The ninth Doctor strode across the room to his other self. "Must say, I like the new voice, " he said in his own, softer northern tone. "Was always rather fond of this one, but the new one... yeah. It's good. Bet it drives Rose mad." The Tenth Doctor smiled rakishly. "Took her a while to get used to it, hmm. But... yes. I think she likes it better than the old one. And our Jack seems to have taken all of this in his stride."
The ninth Doctor grinned. "You found him, then... good. No, don't tell me. Might not be a good idea." He gave his other self a sideways glance. "Had him yet?" The tenth Doctor raised an eyebrow. "You should know..." The ninth Doctor shook his head with a smile. "I meant... y'know". He cocked his head a couple of times. "Again, but... in your body." The tenth Doctor grinned. "Mmm... not yet, no, but... I know he wants me. You know Jack... likes to play his little teasing games for a while first."
The ninth Doctor reached out and ran a hand appreciatively down his other self's upper arm. "I like the new look. I was lucky with this regeneration... these things are usually a bit random but... yeah. Cute." He emphasised the final word with one of his cheeky grins. The tenth Doctor looked into the grey eyes of his former self with an amused smirk. "Are you... what is it humans say... 'hitting on me'?"
The ninth Doctor looked surprised, and then amused, and then confused in a rapid change of facial expressions. "Hitting on myself, you mean? I dunno. I mean... hmm. Never really thought about it..."
The tenth Doctor tapped his chin and then raised an eyebrow, an expression the ninth Doctor thought was extremely sexy, if he did say so himself. "This could be a useful and interesting experiment... which begs the question... if you fuck me... if I fuck myself, as it were, and the suggestion has been made to me on more than one occasion in the past, I might add; then does this make it a sexual encounter between two very attractive, willing and sensuous men, or some weird paradoxical form of masturbation?"
The ninth Doctor cocked his head to one side, and then let his leather jacket fall backwards off his outstretched arms on to the floor. "It also begs the question, do we really care?"
The tenth Doctor gently grabbed his former incarnation by the side of the neck and leaned in close, smelt his own familiar scent on the other man, the other man who was himself, considered the conundrum for 1.3 seconds, and then gave his measured, if silent, response.
The ninth Doctor fell back a step at the passionate kiss of his future incarnation, momentarily stunned by the wet heat of the other man's tongue as it bore insistently into his mouth, the hand resting warmly on his neck clenching, fingers of his partner's other hand fumbling desperately for the zip of his trousers. He managed to disentangle himself enough to be able to remove his own jumper and by the time he was topless, his trousers had been unfastened by his future self and were bunched around his knees. The ninth Doctor gasped out loud as the slightly younger man released his lips with a wet smack.
With no respite, the tenth Doctor moved his mouth down to his other self's throat, chest, nipples... assaulting him deliciously with licks and bites that made his other self groan. "Lucky really..." he managed between bites and kisses.... "not many people get the chance to do this kind of thing..."
"Not to this extent, no... I... Ohhh...." the ninth Doctor felt his knees buckle as the hot hand of his other self moved down to his rapidly hardening cock and began to stroke it slowly... just how he liked it. Of course it was just how he liked it; it was, him, in effect, doing it to himself.
"This is a confusing thing to think about..." the ninth Doctor mumbled only just coherently.
"Then don't think about it anymore" came the breathy advice of his other incarnation, and the ninth Doctor found himself tearing at the other man's clothing, suddenly and desperately needing to explore the unfamiliar flesh his own had become.
He made short work of the clothes his future incarnation had chosen to wear (he subconsciously disapproved of the shirt but paid it no attention), tossing them uncaringly to the floor to join his own discarded garments. The ninth Doctor ran his tongue and teeth over all the places he knew it would please his unorthodox lover, finding the gasps and mumbled words of appreciation pleasing to the ears. Ears that some might say were generously sized, which were now being clutched by the other man gasping and writhing above him as the ninth Doctor’s busy mouth found his partner’s cock and began to suckle, softly at first, and then more insistently, filling the organ with blood and heat and solidity, tasting the other man's - no, his own pre-cum on his tongue, the saltiness of which he shortly pressed into his other self's mouth as he recommenced kissing the other man. The ninth Doctor pushed up against his other self, taking a firm hold of his partner's thighs until, gasping and fumbling, he had the tenth Doctor perched up on the TARDIS console. He pushed his hips into the widening gap between the younger man's thighs, their eyes locked together.
Some alarmingly loud beeps and chimes emanated from the console and the TARDIS lurched to the left by eighteen degrees and then righted itself. All of this was completely ignored as both incarnations of the Timelord lost themselves in each other, sweat lubricating their bodies as they rubbed their erections together, their lips and tongues dancing in the faintly orange glow of the console room, identical salt-sweat and saliva being shared between flesh and mouths. With a soft moan the tenth Doctor felt his other self slide two fingers into him, the digits working their way inside slowly, scissoring slightly to stretch and prepare. The ninth Doctor was careful but not unduly gentle - he knew that the sharp pleasure-pain would be welcomed and savoured, as surely as if he felt it in his own body. This other body that was also his… a future him biting at his shoulder… such a strange concept and yet one that had a special and unique guilty pleasure of its own.
"Now… please… now… fuck me… yourself… us… we…" the tenth Doctor was half mumbling, half giggling with the insanity of it all as the ninth Doctor concentrated his mind on the pleasures of the flesh and not the absurdity of the situation… sweat making his hands slippery, he carefully gripped his other self’s legs, feeling the tenth Doctor’s torso slip further forwards (causing the console to play a whole new serenade of warning beeps) and nimbly guided the limbs over his shoulders as he pressed his throbbing hardness to his lover’s entrance and pushed, previously applied saliva and new sweat making things easier until with intermingled moans from both men, their coupling was complete.
The ninth Doctor bent forward as much as he could, his future self stroking his damp face as he began to thrust, slowly at first and then with more passion, the tightness around him like a hot velvet glove. The tenth Doctor threw his head back and groaned with the sheer pleasure and encouraged the other man to fuck him harder, each thrust bringing a delicious split-second of friction against his prostate. He gripped the ninth Doctor with his left hand at the waist and with his right he reached to stroke his cock, matching the rhythm of his other self's movement.
It didn't seem to take very long, and perhaps not too surprisingly, as the ninth Doctor's thrusts became more erratic and fevered, the tenth Doctor could feel his own orgasm building, the tightness in the core of his body eager to release. With a loud cry the tenth Doctor climaxed, covering himself and the chest and belly of his future incarnation with hot juices and he dimly realised that the ninth Doctor wasn't far behind, and within moments he watched his other self tip his head back with a groan as he orgasmed hard, his legs and arms trembling with the effort.
Shaking limbs and kisses and laughing and they were both on the floor in a sweaty heap. The ninth Doctor leaned forward to brush a lock of soaked hair away from the forehead of his other self. "Yeah... lucky...." he said with a grin.
After a short while, the tenth Doctor stood up with some difficulty, pushing at his other self's discarded leather jacket with his foot. "Better get yourself sorted out," he said gently. The ninth Doctor didn't meet his gaze. "Yeah... get me back to my own timeline and all that... better get yourself back to Rose and Jack before they have a thrombie". He looked... disappointed? He was never that good at making his emotions easily read, the tenth Doctor realised, and wasn't entirely sure if he'd improved in that area since his regeneration.
The tenth Doctor didn't speak again as he made the necessary adjustments to the console in readiness to return his former self to hs own time. He looked up to see his other self had quickly put on his jumper and pulled up his trousers, his jacket hanging over his right arm. The ninth Doctor looked serious a moment, and then grinned. "Oh, and mate... I'd get some clothes on before you forget..."
The tenth Doctor looked down, apparently surprised by his nakedness. The atmosphere seemed to have lightened. "Oh yes... forgot. All the excitement..." he smiled back at his other self. "Ready to go?" he said gently. His other self nodded. The ninth Doctor was already beginning to look unsubstantial around the edges, like a flickering hologram. The tenth Doctor flicked a switch and the ninth Doctor began to fade further. "How was it for you?" said the ninth Doctor, his voice echoing and fading as the body it belonged to disappeared.
The tenth Doctor walked slowly to where his clothes lay. "Oh..." he said to himself. "I was fantastic."