Title: Taking the Plunge
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Ten.5
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: NC-17
Table: lover100
Prompt: 1, Writer's Choice - Need
Author's Note: The human version of the Doctor is being referred to as John Smith in this fic, since it's the Doctor's human alias and his clone needed a name.
Author's Note: Spoilers for Journey's End, somewhat. This is an completely alternate take on the ending of Season Four.
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 his human clone. Please do not sue.

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The Doctor awakened slowly, blinking as he pulled himself out of slumber and back into reality. He couldn't fathom why it was taking him so long to wake up, and why his body was reacting so slowly, as though he couldn't quite rouse himself.

The reason dawned on him within a few seconds; he opened his eyes to see Jamie beside him, the other man's hand on his cock, stroking slowly as he watched the Doctor's face. His lover's gaze was intent, his eyes fixed on the Time Lord's features.

"This is certainly a nice way to wake up," he murmured, shifting his hips slightly and sighing with pleasure. Jamie didn't often do things like this; his lover had become much more hesitant about initiating any kind of sexual activity between them.

"I want you," Jamie said softly, leaning down to brush a gentle kiss against the Doctor's lips. "I want this wall that's building up between us to come down. I don't want to let the Master win. I want us to be just as close as we were before .... everything happened."

"You can have me anytime, love," the Doctor murmured, spreading his legs wider to give Jamie better access to his body. He hadn't thought that Jamie would be so bold about voicing what he wanted; this was a step in the right direction.

But his lover shook his head, slowly, his voice firm and steady when he spoke. "I mean that I want you to take me. I want to feel you inside me, Doctor. I need you. I need you to make love to me and break down that wall he's trying to separate us with."

"Jamie, are you sure?" the Doctor asked, his breath catching in his throat. Ever since the day that Jamie had let the Doctor touch him intimately in that field of poppies, he'd had hopes that this was coming, but he hadn't expected it to be so soon.

The other man nodded, gulping and then taking a deep breath. "I want to break down all the barriers he's managed to put up. And I don't want him to be the memory I have when I think of someone being inside me. I want that to be a good memory, not a terrifying one."

"I'll do anything you want, Jamie," the Doctor murmured, overwhelmed by what his lover was saying to him. He'd wanted this for so long, ever since he'd found Jamie again after the Master had kidnapped him. He found it hard to believe that it was actually happening.

He had almost given up on the idea of Jamie ever wanting him in that way again -- but he'd had no idea of how to go about repairing the damage that the Master had caused. But now, it seemed as though Jamie was doing that, without any prodding from him.

As if to prove that thought correct, Jamie swung one long leg over the Doctor's thighs, straddling the Time Lord. Those dark eyes met his, their gaze intent and penetrating. The Doctor knew that he couldn't refuse anything that Jamie might ask of him, no matter what it might be.

"Make love to me," Jamie said, his voice husky with desire. "I know this might seem sudden, Doctor, but I want you. I need you. We've waited too long for this. We've let him control us for too long. It's time to break free of that control for good."

The Doctor nodded, his throat constricting on the words he would have spoken. Jamie was right; they had let the Master put up a wall between them that needed to come down, and if this was the way that his lover chose to make that wall crumble, then he wouldn't complain.

Jamie reached for the bedside table, picking up the small tube of lube and handing it to the Doctor. He took it with a trembling hand; he would have to go slowly and carefully to ensure that this was as easy as possible for Jamie, and he wasn't sure how long he could hold himself back.

He'd wanted this to happen for so long that it wasn't going to be easy for him to restrain his passion. But he would have to, the Doctor told himself firmly. He was going to make this as good for Jamie as he could, no matter what sacrifices he himself might to make.

Jamie raised himself onto his knees, a pink blush spreading over his face, even down his throat into his chest. "You might want to ...." His voice trailed off; he looked down at his hand on the Doctor's cock, long lashes veiling the expression in his eyes.

The Doctor nodded, his mouth going dry as he realized what Jamie was asking him to do. He squeezed a generous amount of lube onto the fingers of his right hand, slipping that hand between Jamie's spread thighs and pressing a finger gently against his entrance.

He was surprised at how easily his finger entered the other man; Jamie showed no signs of pain as a second finger quickly followed the first, only a slight intake of breath as he closed his eyes, his hips starting to rock forward as the Doctor gently scissored his fingers, opening him.

The Time Lord's hearts were racing, anticipation rising in him. It had been so long since they'd done this -- what if he did something inadvertently that frightened Jamie? He was almost afraid to move or speak, not wanting to break the spell that seemed to surround them.

After what seemed like quite a long time, he reluctantly let his fingers slip out of Jamie when the other man opened his eyes to meet his gaze again with that intense gaze. "Are you ready?" he asked softly, hoping that Jamie's answer would be in the affirmative.

Jamie didn't speak; he only nodded, his gaze not leaving the Doctor's face. Shifting his position again, he moved up a little higher, raising his hips and positioning himself above the Doctor's rigid cock. The Time Lord could almost feel time stop as they both waited --

-- And then Jamie was pushing his hips down, taking the Doctor's cock inside his body, eliciting gasps of pleasure from both of them. The Doctor's eyes fluttered closed as that tight, slick heat enveloped him, the ecstasy that coursed through his body making him feel faint.

It only took a few moments for him to be fully inside the other man; Jamie wasn't moving, merely rocking slightly back and forth, as though he was trying to get used to the feeling of being filled before he made any sort of movement that would make their mutual pleasure flare higher.

"Are you all right, love?" The Doctor couldn't keep the words back; he had to know that Jamie wasn't in any sort of pain, that this was what he wanted and needed. If he was feeling anything but pleasure, the Time Lord couldn't allow this to go on.

"Yes," Jamie gasped, opening his eyes and looking down at the Doctor. He looked somehow transformed; the Doctor could see nothing in those dark eyes but desire, and a deep, underlying pleasure that was building faster than either of them had thought it would.

The Doctor nodded, holding back the urge to thrust his hips upward. He couldn't be the one to move; he had to let Jamie take control, let him dictate where this would go. He wanted to let his lover take charge, let him decide when the pleasure would continue.

When Jamie finally did move, raising his hips a bit and then pushing back down again, the Doctor couldn't keep back a cry of pleasure. He'd never felt such a sensation; it was as though he was being drawn into the center of a volcano that surrounded him with scorching heat.

But that heat didn't burn him; instead, it encased him like a velvet cocoon, wrapping around him time and time again until he couldn't move, almost couldn't breathe. The pleasure was so intense that he didn't want to breathe; he only wanted to feel.

Jamie's muscles tightened with each downward push of his hips; the Doctor could hear each soft moan that came from his lover's throat as though it was amplified, filling the air around him until his senses were completely attuned to nothing beyond the two of them.

He reached out to wrap long, slender fingers around Jamie's cock, thumbing the swollen tip; if he could help his lover to climax and intensify his pleasure, then he'd do everything he could to achieve that goal. Jamie's pleasure was the focus here, not his own.

With one last downward thrust of his hips, Jamie's body went rigid around him; the Doctor could almost feel his lover's climax. Only seconds later, his own orgasm washed over his body, his wordless moan joining Jamie's in the still air of their bedroom.

Jamie fell forward onto his chest, the Doctor's arms wrapping around his lover and pulling him close. He could feel the rapid pounding of Jamie's single heartbeat against his dual ones; that sound was something that had never failed to soothe him from the first time he'd held this man in his arms.

They lay there for what seemed like a long time, their bodies pressed together, wrapped in each other's arms. Finally, with a soft sigh, Jamie sat up slowly, the Doctor's softening cock slipping out of him as he shifted his position to lie down beside the Time Lord.

"I shouldn't have made us wait so long for that," he whispered, snuggling against the Doctor and sliding his arms around the other man's waist. "I'm sorry for that, Doctor. But I'm glad that we've finally taken the plunge and leaped that abyss. I just had to find the courage to do it."

"We both did," the Doctor said softly, stroking Jamie's hair. "I was afraid to leap over it, too. I didn't want to push you into anything that you might not have been ready for. I really should have been a little more assertive, but I was terrified that would push you away."

"Nothing could ever have done that," Jamie told him, pressing a kiss to the hollow at the base of the Time Lord's throat. "I would probably have said no, but I wouldn't have been angry. And you wouldn't have pushed me away. I'd just have felt guilty that I was making you unhappy."

"You've never made me unhappy, Jamie," the Doctor murmured, his hearts aching at the idea that Jamie could think that for even one moment. "Not since the first time I touched you. You never could. You've brought more joy to my life than I'd have thought was possible."

"I intend to keep on making you happy," Jamie said, the last word garbled by a yawn. "Isn't it awful how humans get sleepy after they make love?" he added, wrinkling his nose. "I think we'd both like another go, but my body isn't up to it."

"I love your body just as it is," the Doctor whispered, lifting his head to brush a kiss across the top of Jamie's head. "Go to sleep, sweetheart. I'll be right here in your arms in the morning. And I'm sure we can think of plenty of ways to welcome a new day."

He closed his eyes, letting himself relax and feeling happier than he had in a long time. The two of them had indeed leapt over an abyss tonight, finding each other again after what felt like a lifetime. And he was determined that they would never be separated in that way again.

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