Title: The Difference
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Ten.5
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: PG-13
Table: 6, 50ficlets
Prompt: 42, Sex
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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Panting, Jamie rolled off the Doctor, his chest heaving, his breath ragged. Their lovemaking only kept getting better and better every time, he told himself as he propped himself up on one elbow to look down at the Doctor. Who would have thought sex could be like this?

If he had sex with a million people, no one could ever be more perfect with him than the Doctor was. Jamie was more certain of that than he could ever be of anything. The Doctor was a part of him; there was no way anyone could possibly be a better fit.

He didn't think that anyone else could possibly make him feel this way; there was a connection between the two of them that went far past the physical, far beyond just making love. He and the Doctor connected on so many levels that he couldn't begin to list them all.

Would sex with anyone else be vastly different from making love with the Doctor? Jamie had to wonder about that, but he wasn't going to ask the Doctor if sex with other people was far different from making love with him. He wasn't sure that he wanted to know.

If he concentrated, he could vaguely remember what being with other people had been like -- the memories were buried deep inside the Doctor's mind, but since those memories were also his own, he could reach them if he tried. Though he didn't try too hard.

He didn't need to remember what anyone else had been like. He didn't want to know. All that mattered was that the Doctor was with him now, not anyone from his past. Whatever others had been like, they were far in the past. They wouldn't be part of the future.

The Doctor raised a hand to trail soft, gentle fingertips down Jamie's cheek, smiling as he did so. "I don't know what you're thinking about, but it must be something serious to put that look on your face. I'm almost afraid to ask what's on your mind."

Jamie shook his head, capturing the Doctor's hand in his own and pressing his lips to the Time Lord's fingertips. "I wasn't thinking about anything important," he murmured, knowing that the Doctor could easily discover what his thoughts had been if he wanted to.

"Yes, you were," the Doctor contradicted him, his voice soft and gentle. "I don't know exactly what your thoughts were, and I'm not going to pry into them without your permission. But I think it was something that might have worried you, at least a little bit."

Sighing, Jamie nodded reluctantly, deciding that it was best to tell the Doctor exactly what had been on his mind. "I was thinking about the people you've been with in the past," he admitted, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "And how different they were from me."

The Doctor blinked, looking surprised for a moment before he heaved a sigh and drew Jamie down to him, wrapping his arms around his lover's neck and kissing him thoroughly. Jamie's senses reeled; all he could do was hold on to the Time Lord and kiss him back.

"Jamie, you never have to wonder if anyone else was somehow 'better' than you are," the Doctor murmured against his lover's lips. "You're perfect for me. I don't want anyone else, and I never will. Anyone from the past is just a vague memory compared to you."

"I don't want to remember anyone from your past," Jamie said softly, pulling back slightly to gaze into the Time Lord's dark eyes. "I just want to concentrate on you and me. I might be able to remember those people, since your memories are mine, but --"

The Doctor placed a finger to Jamie's lips, smiling and shaking his head. "I barely remember any of them, so you certainly don't need to," he said softly, his gaze not leaving his lover's. "All that matters is that I'm with you, Jamie. Leave the past in the past, where it belongs."

Jamie nodded, content with the Doctor's answer. All that mattered was that their sex life was marvelous; he knew that the Time Lord didn't want anyone but him, and he certainly had no desire to ever be with anyone but this man.

As he bowed his head to kiss the Doctor again, he couldn't deny the spark that flashed between the two of them. Within moments, their hands were roaming each other's bodies as they lost themselves in their kiss, heading for the pinnacle of pleasure for the second time that night.

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