Title: Heights of Passion
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Spencer Reid
Fandom: Doctor Who/Criminal Minds
Rating: NC-17
Table: C, lover100
Prompt: 41, Passionate
Author's Note: Continuation of Magnet and Steel.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the Tenth Doctor or Spencer Reid, unfortunately. Please do not sue.

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Was this really happening?

The Doctor could hardly believe that after what felt like such a long period of waiting, he was finally on the verge of being with Spencer. The young man was bending over him, their lips nearly touching, so close that his breath stirred the Doctor's hair.

When exactly had their clothes been loosened and taken off? He couldn't remember; it hadn't happened quickly, he knew that. Spencer had taken his time with that, undressing him a little at a time, until he was standing naked in front of the other man.

He could remember those dark eyes roaming over his body, and the few words that Spencer had said when he'd leaned close to breathe in his ear, the sound of his voice sending shivers of anticipation down the Time Lord's spine.

"You're so beautiful."

He'd wanted to say the same thing, but Spencer wasn't completely undressed yet. He was still wearing his jeans; the Doctor had managed to pull off his t-shirt, but Spencer had stepped teasingly away when he'd tried to do more.

"That can come later," he'd told the Time Lord. "Right now, I'm concentrating on you."

The Doctor had merely nodded, swallowing hard, his dark eyes fixed on Spencer's face. He wanted to let the younger man control this first encounter; whatever Spencer wanted, he would do. He'd let his lover take control, and he wasn't going to demand it back.

Spencer was backing away a few steps, his hands moving to his jeans, unbuttoning them and easing the zipper down. His eyes were still fixed on the Doctor's face, a small smile on his lips as he began to push the fabric down his long legs.

The Time Lord couldn't take his eyes from his young lover; he didn't realize that he was holding his breath, waiting to see Spencer's body revealed to his gaze for the first time. He'd dreamed of what this man would look like, and now, he was about to find out.

Spencer let his jeans drop to the floor, stepping forward and kicking them out of the way. He cocked his head to the side, the smile still curving his lips as he placed one hand on his hip and regarded the Doctor, his words a mere whisper.

"Like what you see?"

The Doctor could only nod; he was utterly incapable of speech, mesmerized by the sight in front of him. If he had ever wanted anyone as much as he wanted Spencer at this moment, he couldn't for the life of him think of why.

This was all he'd ever wanted. This was the man he was meant to be with, though he might not have known it when they'd first met. All he wanted was for Spencer to take him, to meld into him, to wrap him in those arms and make him forget everything but the two of them.

Spencer stepped forward, pushing him back slightly until his back bumped against the console, then wrapping his arms around the Doctor's waist to lift him. The Time Lord gasped, eyes widening, not knowing just what the young man had in mind.

Then it occurred to him that Spencer was trying to lift him onto the console; once he realized that, he relaxed, leaning back and looking up into his lover's face.

"I want you. Now."

The Doctor's voice was hoarse with need; Spencer bent his head to meet the Time Lord's lips with his own, his voice soft as he whispered against the other man's mouth. "Shhh, take your time. You'll have me. Just lay back and enjoy this."

He could almost see twin flames of passion dancing in the dark depths of Spencer's eyes; he'd thought that their relationship would be passionate and loving, but he hadn't expected this primitive surge of desire that was overtaking him.

One hand was between the Doctor's thighs, parting his legs; the Doctor obeyed those words that were almost a command, leaning back and closing his eyes. He let out a loud gasp when one finger entered him, his eyes flying open again almost immediately.

There was only a slight burn at his entrance when the second finger entered him; there was no lube, but he certainly didn't want to stop and search for any. The pain would only be fleeting, and the pleasure that would follow more than made up for it.

Their eyes locked, the Doctor's dark gaze fixed on Spencer's face. His breath was coming faster now; what Spencer's probing fingers were doing to him was making him writhe, almost bringing a moan to his lips.

He couldn't wait. He needed Spencer now. If not sooner.

His arms tightened around the young man's neck, pulling him closer, his lips grazing Spencer's cheek. "Please," he whispered, his tone somewhere between begging and a command. "I need you, Spencer. I've waited long enough for you. I can't wait any longer."

"I need you, too," Spencer answered, his voice a hoarse whisper. His fingers slid out of the Time Lord slowly, as though he was reluctant to withdraw them, his breathing ragged as his lips grazed the other man's ear. "Are you ready?"

The Doctor could only nod in response; he'd been ready for this since .... since when? Since he and Spencer had first met? He thought so, though he couldn't say for sure. But something had told him then that this was inevitable.

His hips arched up, his head falling back and his eyes closing. Every line of his body begged Spencer to take him, to do whatever he pleased with the man offering himself.

He could feel the pressure against his entrance; when Spencer slid into him, a deep moan was torn from his throat, the sound seeming to come from the depths of his very soul. It mingled with Spencer's own moan, the sounds bouncing off the walls of the control room.

Spencer's hips pulled back, almost all the way out of the Doctor, before sliding back into him; the sensation of fullness was almost more than he could bear. He squeezed his eyes closed, his nails digging into the smooth skin of Spencer's back.

His legs were wrapped around Spencer's waist, his lover's arms holding him close even as they seemed to melt together. Spencer's gasping breaths were music to his ears, the soft moans they both made entwining in the still air of the room, making their own peculiar music.

Each thrust was lifting him higher into a rarefied atmosphere that he'd never gained before, their bodies moving in a primitive rhythm that neither of them had to think about consciously. They were a tangle of hands, legs, mouths, tongues -- and emotions.

This couldn't last much longer. It had to end soon, though he wanted it to go on forever.

The Doctor's legs tightened around Spencer's slender waist, a last cry coming from him as Spencer's hips pushed forward. That last thrust was all it took to send them both over the edge.

Spencer slumped against him, his breathing harsh and ragged in the Doctor's ear. The Time Lord leaned back, bracing himself on his elbows as he tried to catch his breath. After what seemed like a very long time, he looked up into Spencer's face, a small smile on his lips.

"I knew from the first time you kissed me that our first time together would be absolutely amazing," he murmured, raising a hand to stroke Spencer's damp hair back from his face. "But that was .... beyond amazing. You are truly an incredible man, Spencer Reid."

"Hey, you're pretty amazing yourself, you know." Spencer lifted his head, smiling back at the Doctor, the look of affection in his eyes unmistakable. "I've never felt that way with anybody before. I think you might have taken me into another world."

"That's only the first of many worlds I'll be taking you to," the Doctor said softly, his gaze locked on Spencer's face. "Though the others maybe be a bit more tangible -- and you won't have to take off your clothes and work so hard to get there."

He was rewarded with warm laughter from the other man; Spencer's throaty laugh was music to his ears. He loved that laugh; he loved everything about this young man, from his brilliant mind to his gorgeous face -- and the beautiful soul behind those good looks.

He'd never known anyone like Spencer. Not in all of his long life, in all of the centuries past. And he was sure that he wouldn't meet anyone like this for centuries to come. Spencer was one of a kind, the person he'd chosen to give his hearts to.

Those hearts had never been given before -- not like this. Not as completely as he'd given them to Spencer, with no hesitation and no doubts. And he was certain that he would never have any regrets about giving his hearts into this young man's keeping.

He'd spent his life looking for the person he was meant to bond with. Spencer was that one.

The Doctor was more sure of that than he'd ever been of anything in his life. There were no doubts in his mind, no reservations, no little voice cautioning him to pull back and take things slowly. There was only a warm sense of contentment, of fulfillment.

A sense that he was exactly where he belonged. He'd never had that before, not with anyone -- not even with Jack, and he'd been so sure when they were together that he'd belonged with the immortal. It had taken Spencer's advent in his life to show him that he'd been wrong.

Their beginning had already hit a high note; the Doctor wasn't sure if they could be much more passionate with each other than they had already been. But he was certainly more than willing to try and reach those heights of passion again -- and go beyond them.

He draped his arms around Spencer's neck, pulling the young man down for another kiss, whispering in his ear as their lips parted. "Now that you've broken the ice -- so to speak -- I think you should take me into the bedroom and explore your conquered territory more fully."

The look that Spencer gave him told him without a shadow of a doubt that his young lover was in full agreement with his words.

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