Title: Every Night and Day
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Mick St. John
Fandom: Doctor Who/Moonlight
Rating: NC-17
Table: lover100
Prompt: 9, Muscles
Author's Note: Continuation of Children of the Night.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Tenth Doctor or Mick St. John, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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The Doctor couldn't take his eyes off Mick as the other man began to strip off his shirt; he'd waited for this moment, but he hadn't thought it was going to be here so soon. It didn't seem possible that the two of them were actually going to become lovers.

Maybe a part of him should be terrified at the thought of letting a vampire make love to him -- but he wasn't afraid of Mick. He trusted this man; there were things about Mick that he didn't understand, but he was positive that no matter what happened, he wouldn't be harmed.

As though he could read the Doctor's thoughts, Mick looked down at him, reaching out a hand to cup his cheek and speaking softly. "You don't have to be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you. It's not like I'm going to fuck you into submission so I can suck your blood."

"I wasn't thinking that," the Doctor murmured, hoping that there was no telltale blush to give away the fact that he had momentarily wondered if that was the case. He had no reason to think that, he chided himself. Mick wasn't a monster. Not at all.

"I wouldn't blame you if you were," Mick told him, his voice rueful. "But I'm not going to do anything you don't like, Doctor. If I do, all you have to do is tell me to stop, and I will. I'm not a rapist, and I'm not some kind of bloodsucking monster. I won't hurt you, I promise."

"I know that." The Doctor raised his arms to encircle them around Mick's shoulders, pulling the other man down for a heated kiss. When they finally broke apart, the Time Lord was panting for breath -- and so was Mick. His hands were trembling as he fumbled with his belt buckle.

It only took him a few seconds to undo that buckle, pushing his jeans down his long legs and kicking them off. The Doctor caught his breath as his eyes roamed over that body in admiration, not wanting to look away until he'd had his fill of the sight presented to him.

Mick had the most perfect body he'd ever seen. This man even put Jack Harkness to shame in the physical arena, the Doctor told himself, his gaze roaming over every inch of Mick's body, from his broad shoulders down to the slim, tapering hips.

"I think you're wearing way too many clothes," Mick murmured, his tone soft and seductive. "Let's get rid of them, shall we?" He reached for the Doctor's t-shirt, quickly lifting if over the other man's head and tossing it to the floor before the Doctor had time to say a word.

It only took a few moments more for Mick to unbutton and unzip the Doctor's jeans, then slide them down his long, slender legs and off. The Time Lord reached for him, their bodies meeting skin to skin, with no barriers between them at last.

"I've wanted to do this ever since I first saw you," Mick whispered into the Time Lord's ear, nibbling gently at the lobe as his hands moved down the other man's body to cup his ass. "I knew you'd be beautiful out of your clothes, but you're even more amazing than I'd imagined."

"So are you," the Doctor whispered, unable to say anything else. He was too busy letting his hands roam over Mick's body, stroking the velvety skin of his sides, his hips, his thighs, moving his hands to cup the other man's ass, then back up to stroke his shoulders.

He almost moaned aloud as his hands glided over those smooth muscles; this man had a strength to him that excited the Doctor, made him want to be held by those strong arms, taken by this body. He reminded the Time Lord of a Greek god -- strong, muscular and beautiful.

Mick reached one hand towards the bedside table as he lowered his head to brush his lips against the Doctor's, fumbling in the drawer. The Doctor knew what he was looking for; the tube was there in the drawer, and hopefully Mick could find it by touch.

That didn't seem to be a problem for the other man; within seconds, he was squeezing the thick, slippery lube onto two fingers, looking down into the Doctor's face as though he was trying to determine whether the Time Lord was ready for this.

The Doctor spread his legs, arching his back and pulling Mick down against him. He didn't want the other man to hesitate; it might have been a while since he'd been intimate with anyone, but he was ready to endure some momentary discomfort for the pleasure that would follow.

Mick nodded, his eyes not leaving the Doctor's face as he eased one finger, then a second, inside the Time Lord, probing gently at first, then deeper. The Gallifreyan moaned softly, arching his back again and closing his eyes as sparks seemed to shoot through his body.

He didn't want the foreplay to last long; what Mick was doing felt wonderful, but he wanted more inside him than just two fingers. He wanted this man to take him, to fill him, to join their bodies in a union that they both wanted and needed.

As if he could sense what the Doctor was feeling, Mick slowly slid his fingers out of the other man, his eyes searching the Time Lord's face. "Are you ready?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whipser, the words trembling on the still air.

The Doctor couldn't speak; all he could do was nod in the affirmative. He wanted to tell Mick that he'd been ready for this since the first moment they'd laid eyes on each other, but no words would come; his desire was too strong and overriding for speech to be possible.

With one smooth thrust, Mick pushed inside him; the movement was so quick and sure that the Doctor had no time to moan, or even blink. His body tightened involuntarily around the intrusion, a quicksilver flash of pain darting through him before it disappeared.

Then Mick's hips were rocking against his, thrusting into him again and again, lifting him into a maelstrom of pleasure that he never wanted to end. His arms tightened around Mick's shoulders, his long legs wrapping around the other man's waist, pulling him closer, deeper.

He wanted this to go on forever, but even though Mick was a strong man, he wasn't able to make that wish come true. The Doctor knew that this pleasure would be fleeting -- but the memory of it would last for a a very, very long time to come.

Another deep thrust, lifting him even higher; he could feel his orgasm start to uncoil, the wave building, nearly ready to crest and crash down over him, to send him spiraling back down to the gound from the dizzying heights he was being lifted into.

Their bodies moved in unison, in a rhythm older than time, a primitive rhythm that their physical senses instinctively knew how to follow. Both men were gasping, moaning, clutching each other, a tangle of lips, tongues, hands, bodies.

One final thrust, a soft cry, and the Doctor was falling, falling from an impossible height to be cradled in Mick's arms, his body shuddering and spasming with the force of his orgasm. He couldn't open his eyes, couldn't cry out, couldn't make a sound.

All he could do was lie there in Mick's arms, holding the other man close, luxuriating in the afterglow of a pleasure that permeated his entire being. He'd known that his first union with Mick would be incredible, but this had gone far beyond his expectations.

Raising a hand, he stroked Mick's arm, marveling at the strength of the smooth muscles under that velvety skin. This was a man who didn't lack in physical strength -- and the Doctor was sure that there was a core of equal strength within him that had nothing to do with the physical side of his being.

"I don't know about you, but I could do that every night and day of our lives," Mick murmured into his ear, one hand moving down the Doctor's side to rest on his hip. "I don't know if I'm up for going again tonight, but I'll save my strength for the morning."

"I don't think I could ever get tired of doing that," the Doctor told him, his voice soft and husky. His gaze met Mick's, surprised at the tenderness he saw there. So this wasn't just a one-time thing; Mick intended for this to last, just as he'd hoped.

"Neither could I," Mick told him, brushing his lips across the Time Lord's forehead. "But I think we both need to rest after that. Think you can go to sleep in my arms?" he asked, his tone light and almost teasing. "I don't want to go back to my own bed."

"You'll never have to," the Doctor answered, raising his arms to wind them around Mick's neck and pull the other man close to him for a heady kiss that took his breath away. As far as he was concerned, this man was welcome to take up residence in his bed -- and his hearts -- forever.

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