Title: Passionate Kisses
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Michael Cutter
Fandom: Doctor Who/Law & Order
Rating: R
Table: 100_tales
Prompt: 51, Kisses
Warning: ongoing story, past non-con
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 Michael Cutter, unfortunately. Please do not sue.

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"Have you ever kissed anyone else the same way you kiss me?" the Doctor asked Michael as the two of them lay in bed. "I mean, kissed them as passionately as you always kiss me. I can't help wondering if anyone else has ever known that feeling."

Michael considered carefully, letting his mind wander back over the people he'd kissed in the past. He had to admit that there had been quite a few; after all, he'd never considered kissing to be something that he had to be in a relationship to do.

But as far as kissing someone in the same way that he kissed John -- no. There had never been anyone in his life, male or female, who he'd loved in the same way as he loved this man. There was no question that he kissed John more passionately than he'd ever dreamed of kissing anyone else.

"No, I don't think I ever have." His voice was thoughtful as he spoke, though he shook his head firmly in answer to the question. "Actually, I know for a fact that I never have. I've never felt this way about anyone else, so I wouldn't kiss them in the same way."

He pulled the Doctor closer against him, resting his chin on the Time Lord's bare shoulder. They'd been lying in bed for what felt like hours, spooning comfortably and feeling completely relaxed after they'd spent what felt like hours making love.

That was something else he'd never really done, Mike thought, a smile tugging at his lips. He'd always been too busy with other things to spend an entire day indulging in sexual activity. He'd never really let himself throw off the other demands of his life -- until now.

Of course, that was because life didn't have many demands to make of him at the moment. He'd given up his job -- though he'd really been run out of it -- and he had nothing to do but be with the man he loved, traveling the galaxy in a blue police box.

It still seemed incredible to him that he was actually doing this. How could it be possible that he was in love with an alien, a man with two hearts, a man who was from another planet and who have lived for over 900 years? It was fantastical, unbelievable.

But it was happening, nonetheless. Mike tightened his arms around the Time Lord, closing his eyes and settling more comfortably into the nest of blankets and pillows. One thing was certain -- he was fully enjoying the opportunity to be lazy.

The Doctor's next question startled him; he hadn't expected to hear the words that his lover was saying in a hesitant, shaky voice. "You didn't kiss her, did you? That horrible woman who was always trying to get you to sleep with her -- the one you worked with."

Mike's nose wrinkled in an expression of distaste; of course he would never have been so completely unprofessional as to sleep with one of his closest work colleagues. And besides, he wasn't the kind of man to take a ride on the office bicycle.

"No, I never kissed her. I never slept with her, or did anything with her other than work. Everything that could possibly concern her was on a purely professional level," he assured his lover, his lips trailing up the slender column of the Doctor's throat. "I can promise you that."

"I know she tried to make you." The Doctor still sounded unsure, as though he was probing for some way to slip behind any defenses that Michael might try to put up. "I believe you, Mike -- it's just that I'm sure she was very insistent."

"She was," Mike agreed, shuddering at the thought. "She tried every trick in the book to get to me, but she never did. The more she tried, the more I backed away. Everything she did and said to try to have a personal relationship with me reeked of desperation, and that wasn't attractive."

He could feel John's slim body relaxing in his arms; his words were obviously calming the other man, assuring him that he had nothing to fear. Mike wanted to reassure him completely, but he wasn't sure that he had the words to do so.

"John ...." He cleared his throat, searching for the right words to express how he felt. "She was never in the running. Especially not after I met you. I cared about her as a friend and colleague, nothing more. And once I met you, nobody else could ever touch my heart."

Mike was finding it hard to form words, much less to get them out in coherent speech. It was almost impossible for him to concentrate when John's deliciously firm ass was pressed against his crotch; all thoughts other than how much he wanted this man seemed erased from his mind.

Fortunately, John shifted his position, turning around in Michael's arms to face him and wrapping his arms around the other man's neck, pulling him close. "Then kiss me like you've never kissed anyone else," he murmured, his lips so close to Mike's that they were nearly touching.

He wasn't about to turn down such a tempting offer. Michael bowed his head, his mouth covering John's in a sudden swift movement. His arms tightened around the other man's waist, one hand sliding down to cup the rounded curves of John's bottom.

The Doctor's lips were soft and sweet under his, the kiss growing in intensity with each passing second. Michael had never kissed anyone so passionately in his life; it was as though he was trying to pour all of his love for this man into the touch of their lips against each other.

The passion between them mounted with each moment their bodies were pressed together, each man's lips parting to allow the other's tongue entrance into their mouths. Neither of them was aware of their surroundings; they were too lost in each other.

They were a tangle of lips, tongues, fingers, emotions, sensations; breath coming in panting gasps, soft moans filling the still air around them. Neither man could have formed a single coherent thought if their lives had depended on them doing so.

Finally, Michael raised his head, his eyes somewhat unfocused, his heart thudding so hard against his ribs that he was positive the Doctor could feel it. He looked down at the man under him, wondering just how he'd ended up on top of his lover.

He'd never shared such passionate kisses with anyone; there was something about kissing the Doctor that took him into another realm entirely, separating him from the reality that he'd always thought he was so firmly ensconced in.

But nothing about his life now was connected to the reality he'd always known, was it? No, when he'd made his decision to step into the Tardis and leave his life on Earth behind him, his entire life had been left behind him, changed in every possible way.

No, there was one thing that hadn't changed and never would. He would always love this man fiercely, possessively, passionately, with every fiber of his being. That love would only grow stronger over the time they spent together, until it became a bond that nothing could ever break.

The Doctor was looking up at him with that fathomless dark gaze, those eyes so full of love and desire that it took Michael's breath away. No one had ever looked at him like that before, and he didn't want anyone else to look at him in such a way.

If anyone did, he would turn their advances aside without a second thought. This man was all he wanted or needed in his life; for him, there was no one else and there never would be. He'd given the Doctor his heart and soul, and he never wanted to have either of them back.

"Is it horrible that I feel like going back to Earth and letting that horrid woman see that you're taken and that you'll never kiss her like that?" his lover said with a laugh, his thin arms tightening around Michael's neck and pulling him down for another kiss.

"Not at all," Mike murmured, his lips brushing against the softness of the Doctor's mouth. The other man's lips were slightly swollen under his own; as Michael watched, they parted temptingly, his pink tongue darting out to moisten them.

The sight almost undid Michael completely. He wanted to bend down and take those lips with his own again, to kiss the Doctor until he was completely breathless. He wanted to kiss this man senseless, leave him gasping and begging for more in a breathy whisper.

Instead, he leaned down and gently brushed his lips across John's, raising a hand to caress the other man's cheek and brushing a lock of tawny hair back from his forehead. This was a sight he could look at forever, he told himself with an inward smile.

That smile made its way to his face as he gazed into his lover's eyes; their gazes met and held, no words needed to express the emotions that flowed between them. Everything he needed to know about John's feelings was written clearly in the depths of those dark eyes.

Maybe they would go back to Earth, Michael thought as his smile widened. It would be good to let their passionate kisses be seen publicly, to show his former colleagues just how happy he was with the choice he'd made, and to let them know that he would never reconsider that choice.

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