Title: No One Like You
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Frank Martin
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: NC-17
Table: 50_smutlets
Prompt: 37, Why
Author's Note: Frank didn't have a last name on the show, so I took the liberty of giving him one. Slight spoilers for Daleks in Manhattan & The Evolution of the Daleks.
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 Frank Martin, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.


"Why did you come back for me, Doctor?" Frank asked, his breath hot against the Time Lord's ear. "Why? That's what I can't quite figure out. It's not just because you promised me a kiss. That wouldn't make you come back all this way."

"Wouldn't it?" the Doctor countered, his voice ragged. He didn't want to go over questions in his mind and try to formulate answers. He just wanted to be with Frank, their bodies tangled together, their passion spiraling out to encircle the two of them.

"There had to be something more that drew you to me, other than just wanting to come back to claim a kiss you'd promised me. It couldn't have just been lust and nothing more," Frank murmured, nipping at the Doctor's throat. "Tell me what it was."

The Time Lord was lost for words; with Frank's soft lips sliding down the slender column of his throat, he couldn't speak, couldn't think. All he could do was gasp in pleasure as those lips continued their downward treak, and those hands deftly unbuttoned his shirt.

Within seconds, his shirt was pulled off, and Frank had started on his trousers. It took an even shorter time for them to be pushed down his legs and kicked to the side, and for Frank's hands to slide down his body to cup his ass.

"You're wearing too many clothes," the Doctor whispered, his voice raspy. All he wanted to do was yank those clothes off Frank's body as quickly as he could, but the young man had other ideas. With a smile, he pushed the Doctor backwards, heading towards the bed.

The Doctor lowered himself onto the bed, propping himself up on his elbows and watching as Frank shed his clothes, letting his gaze roam over the young man's body. He had certainly chosen well when he'd decided to make Frank his companion, he thought appreciatively.

He'd had many, many lovers in his long lifetime -- but there had been few as enticing as Frank was. The Doctor wanted to reach out and touch that glowing skin, run his hands over that long, lean body, pull this young man close and feel their bodies unite.

Frank approached the bed, leaning over the Doctor and smiling down at him. The Time Lord gazed up at the young man, barely feeling the movement of the bed as Frank's knees settled on either side of him, reaching up to wind his arms around his lover's neck.

"Make love to me," he whispered, his voice husky and barely audible. "I've waited so long for this, Frank. I've wanted this since the first day we met -- even if that was much longer ago for me at this point than it was for you, I think you've wanted it, too."

"Oh, I have," Frank murmured, bending down to brush his lips across the Doctor's mouth. "I havne't been able to think about anything but you ever since you left. I kept watching the sky, hoping and praying that you'd come back and take me away with you."

"And your wish came true," the Doctor told him with a smile. "Now mine is coming true." He lay back against the pillows, pulling Frank down on top of him and arching his back so that their bodies were pressed together. "You know what I want, Frank."

Frank nodded, not taking his eyes from the Doctor's face as he reached for the table by the bed. The Time Lord knew what he was looking for; he could almost sense Frank's fingers closing around the bottle of lubricant before they did so.

Without speaking, he spread his legs and closed his eyes, waiting to feel those long, slender fingers sliding inside him. Within seconds, he was moaning and squirming as first one, then two fingers entered his body, stretching and preparing him.

When Frank slid inside him, he couldn't hold back his moan of satisfaction. This had been worth waiting for; their bodies seemed made to fit together, finding a rhythm within just a few seconds and already starting to spiral upwards in a maelstrom of pleasure.

He didn't need to question himself as to why he'd come back for Frank; he'd somehow known that they would be this perfect together, that their bodies would react in just this way. There had been no doubt in his mind that the two of them belonged with each other.

This wasn't going to last long, this first frenzied lovemaking. The Doctor could already feel his orgasm fast approaching, ready to wash over him like a huge breaking wave of surf, crashing down upon him to send him into an oblivion of sated desire.

He cried out Frank's name when he came, his thighs tightening, his body spasming. Dimly, he could feel Frank's release as well, hear the cry of his own name that seemed to follow his own guttural moans down into a velvet darkness as their bodies shuddered and relaxed.

The two of them lay together for what seemed like a very long time, panting for breath, still wrapped in each other's arms. The Doctor thought dreamily that this was what he'd known making love with Frank would be like; something had told him that from the beginning.

"You're wonderful," Frank whispered, his soft lips trailing gentle kisses down the Doctor's cheek, along the column of his throat, down to his bare shoulder. "I've made love to a few people before now, but there's been no one like you. Not ever."

"Nor you for me," the Doctor told him, his voice quiet but firm. "I knew from the first time we met, Frank. I knew that you and I were destined to be lovers -- and that the two of us would fit together perfectly. That's why I came back for you."

"And I think I knew, too," Frank murmured, lifting his head to gaze into the Time Lord's eyes. "Something told me, even before you said that I could kiss you. I just knew that there was an attraction between us that couldn't be denied."

"Do you have to ask why I came back for you now?" the Doctor inquired, raising an eyebrow. "I should think that my reasoning was crystal-clear." He couldn't help but smile as he spoke, knowing that Frank would never have to question again why they were together.

"I know exactly why you came back," Frank whispered, his gaze still not wavering from the other man's face. "You came back because you'd already fallen in love with me, didn't you? Isn't that why?" He was almost holding his breath, his face alight with anticipation of the answer.

The Doctor nodded gravely, not taking his gaze from Frank's. There were no words needed; he hadn't admitted to himself that he was in love with the young man, but Frank had literally hit the nail right on the head when he'd said those words.

He had known that he could fall in love with Frank, even though they'd spent very little time with each other when they had first met. That was what had drawn him back -- his certainty that he would be giving up the person who would be the love of his life if he didn't.

And he had no regrets. He never would. "No regrets," he whispered, reaching up to cup Frank's cheek. "I know that I did the right thing in coming back for you. I just hope that you agree with me -- and that you feel it's the right thing for you, too."

Frank didn't speak; he only nodded, his blue eyes focused on the Doctor's face. He bowed his head to capture the Time Lord's lips with his own, banishing forever the question of why they were together. It was a question that never needed to be asked again.