Title: Take Control
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Peter Carlisle
Fandom: Doctor Who/Blackpool
Rating: NC-17
Table: 3
Prompt: 92, Control
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 Peter Carlisle. Please do not sue.

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Peter lay back on the bed he shared with the Doctor on the Tardis, a contented sigh on his lips. He never would have thought this would be the kind of place where he'd feel at home -- but somehow, he did. It was a strange place for him to be, but it was where he felt he belonged.

He certainly belonged here much more than he had in London -- that life was over for him, as was his work with the police force. He'd enjoyed that life, to an extent, he told himself -- there were times when he'd felt that he was doing some good in the world by putting criminals behind bars.

But there were so many other times when the criminals went free, and he was left grinding his teeth in frustration and wishing that he could have done more. So many times when he felt that he was useless, when he knew that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make a difference.

Those were the times that got to him the most -- and with Natalie's defection back to her old life and her husband, he'd felt even more alone and useless than he already did. His trip to Las Vegas had been a last-ditch attempt to get her back -- an attempt that had ultimately proven just as useless as everything else he'd done lately.

He shook his head as his lips curved in a smile. Everything that had happened -- or hadn't happened, as the case may be -- with Natalie didn't matter any more. He had the Doctor now, and he'd never been so supremely happy with life as he'd been in this past week.

Even when he'd first convinced Natalie to be with him, to leave her husband and throw away that life, he hadn't been as completely happy as he was now. There had always been something missing in his life, something that never seemed to be quite right, even though he hadn't had the slightest idea of what that something could be.

He'd always told himself that he was imagining things, that there was nothing wrong and that he was just expecting too much. But as time had gone by, that restless, incomplete feeling had become more and more prevalent -- and Natalie had probably known it. She'd been able to sense that something was wrong before he did.

Anyway, that was all behind him now. He could actually thank her for leaving him -- because if she hadn't, then he wouldn't have the Doctor now. He'd never have been in Las Vegas, never have literally bumped into this beautiful man he was now traveling with. The man he'd fallen head over heels in love with.

They still had to take the Tardis to London at some point -- though he hadn't really discussed it with the Doctor, he knew that he wanted to give up all the vestiges of his life on Earth, in his own time. He didn't consider that part of his life his home any more. It never would be again.

From now on, his home was wherever the Doctor was, in the Tardis, or on any other planet that the Time Lord chose to inhabit. He wasn't going to leave the Gallifreyan's side, no more than he had to. Peter was convinced that their meeting was fated, that they'd been meant to be together. He'd been born to love this man.

He didn't know where the Time Lord was at the moment; somewhere on the ship, doing something that needed to be done. Peter hadn't asked him where he was going when the Doctor had slipped out of their bed with a few murmured words; he'd only turned over onto his side, watching the other man leave their bedroom, admiring the catlike grace of his movements.

Funny how he hadn't even thought of being with a man until he'd met the Doctor, he reflected, wondering just what twist of fate it was that had drawn him to this particular man. It didn't really matter; the only important thing was that he was here, with the man he loved.

A small sound from the doorway made Peter open his eyes; the Doctor was standing there, still naked, those dark eyes roaming over his body as though the other man was taking in everything about him. Peter turned over onto his back, holding out his arms to the Doctor in invitation.

He'd expected the Time Lord to approach the bed from the opposite side and slide under the covers; instead, the Doctor moved towards his side of the bed, swinging one long, slender leg over his body and straddling him. The Gallifreyan leaned over him, not saying a word; their gazes met and locked, neither of them speaking for long moments.

Peter finally cleared his throat a bit nervously, raising a hand to stroke his fingertips down the Doctor's chest. "You certainly look intense, love," he murmured, wondering just what the Doctor had in mind. Whatever it was, he was up for it.

In more ways than one, he thought, realizing that the other man's nearness was having a definite effect on his body. No woman had ever been able to do this to him; his arousal was almost shocking in its intensity and suddenness.

"I want you," the Doctor whispered, his eyes not leaving Peter's. "Now."

"That's fairly obvious," Peter answered, moving both hands to the Doctor's narrow hips. "I want you, too -- always." His hands moved to the Doctor's bottom, cupping the Gallifreyan's ass cheeks and squeezing gently. He'd never seen the Time Lord like this, so .... demanding. And he had to admit that he liked it.

"I want you in me," the Doctor breathed, his voice thick and husky with desire. Peter didn't know why the other man sounded like this, or what had brought on this sudden need -- but he wasn't goign to argue with it. He loved having the Doctor on top of him, watching the Time Lord pleasure himself with his body. It was nice being able to lie back and just .... observe.

"Any time, love," Peter whispered, his own voice strained. He kept his hands on the Doctor's hips, wondering just what the other man was going to do. Though he had something of an idea, he wasn't going to take anything for granted.

He was a bit perplexed as to what had caused the Doctor to suddenly become so .... demanding, but he didn't want to question the Time Lord's actions. It was actually strangely arousing to see his lover like this, to let the other man have the upper hand and be in control.

The Doctor leaned forward, those long, tapering fingers cupping his chin, pressing his lips against Peter's and slipping his tongue inside the other man's mouth. Peter's arms moved up to wrap around the Gallifreyan's shoulders, starting to pull the Doctor down against him, wanting to feel the warmth of that beautiful body on top of his.

But the Time Lord pulled back, placing his hands on Peter's shoulders and holding him down. Their eyes met, Peter's wide and a little startled, the Doctor's dark and smoldering with some inner fire that Peter couldn't quite fathom.

Without warning, the Time Lord raised his body, then rocked his hips back onto Peter's erection, letting out a short, sharp scream as he did so. Peter gasped, unable to do more than that; his lungs felt constricted as though he couldn't possibly inflate them enough to make any more of a sound that could actually be heard.

He didn't have any worries about the Doctor not being prepared for what he'd just done; they'd made love earlier, and he was fairly sure that the Time Lord would still be opened enough for this not to be painful. But hearing that scream made him wonder otherwise.

"Are you --" he began, then snapped his mouth shut. He'd been about to ask if his lover was all right, but from the look on those handsome features, he didn't think the question needed to be asked. The Doctor's head was thrown back, his face flushed, his lips parted; there was no doubt that whatever he felt, it was a sensation he was enjoying to the fullest.

The Doctor reached out for him, twining their fingers together and clasping Peter's hands so tightly that the other man almost winced. He couldn't take his eyes off the sight presented to him; this was only the second time he'd seen the Doctor on top of him like this, and it was a sight he'd never get tired of feasting his eyes on.

The last time this had happened, the other man hadn't seemed so intent on what he was doing; their coupling had been less intense, more exploratory. This was far more primal, the Doctor's need overriding everything. It was a bit disconcerting, but incredibly sensual at the same time.

He didn't know what had brought about this turnaround in the Time Lord, this apparent need to be the more dominant partner -- but he wasn't going to argue with it. It felt strange, to be taken over, having the reins of control snatched away from him. But it wasn't unpleasant, not at all.

Peter couldn't take his eyes off the Doctor; his eyes took in every line of the Time Lord's body, the expression on his face. He'd never seen anything so erotic in his life as the picture that was presented to his gaze, the man he loved pleasuring himself with his body.

The Doctor's breath was coming in harsh, ragged gasps, Peter's own breathing matching the Time Lord's. He knew that neither of them could hold themselves back for much longer; this intensity couldn't be kept up indefinitely. Both of them were careening towards the edge of a chasm, pushing themselves inexorably into jumping from that dizzy height.

Just as he thought that he couldn't hold out for one second longer, the Doctor's muscles went impossibly tight around him, drawing his orgasm out of him almost before he realized what had happened. The Time Lord's own climax followed seconds later, the other man collapsing forward on top of him with a soft groan.

Peter finally found his breath after long moments, raising a hand to stroke his fingers through the Doctor's damp hair. "That was marvelous," he whispered, unable to pitch his voice any louder. "I love seeing you in control like that. You take my breath away."

The Time Lord lifted his head, propping his chin on Peter's shoulder and giving the other man a tired smile. "Do I?" he murmured, gently tracing the outline of Peter's lips with a soft fingertip. "I could say the same about you, you know."

"You surprised me with all this," Peter told him, his dark eyes meeting the Time Lord's gaze. "It was definitely unexpected .... but not unwelcome."

"I don't know what came over me," the Doctor confessed, a pink blush spreading over his face. "I .... I had to have you. I couldn't wait -- I don't know why. It's almost as though something took me over -- some force outside of myself."

"Well, I don't mind that happening once in a while," Peter said, chuckling as he slid his arms around the Doctor's slim waist. "Just don't let yourself be taken over too often, will you? I'm quite fond of you exactly the way you are. I wouldn't want you to change."

"I'll try my best," the Doctor murmured as Peter's lips met his again, his own arms twining around his lover's neck as Peter shifted their positions, rolling the Time Lord over onto his back. Now that he'd had time to catch his breath, he had every intention of taking control of the situation himself -- after all, he reasoned with an inner smirk, turnaround was fair play.

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