Title: Time Stands Still
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Ten.5
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: NC-17
Table: 5
Prompt: 88, Dominant
Author's Note: Spoilers for Journey's End, somewhat. This is an completely alternate take on the ending of Season Four. Continuation of Same Blood.
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 didn't have to wait long; his human self drove into him so suddenly that it took his breath away, leaving him clutching at the sheets and gasping for air. He was lifted onto his knees, his ass in the air, his legs spread, the other man's hands holding his hips to keep him still. The Doctor could do nothing but squirm, pushing his ass back into those thrusts.

The human Doctor settled into a rhythm, pushing his hips forward, plunging into the Doctor hard and deep. The Time Lord pushed his hips back to meet each thrust, clutching at the sheets with both hands. The other man's arm was around his waist, pulling him slowly backwards until he was literally sitting in the other man's lap, that thick, hard cock pressing deep inside him.

Nothing had ever felt this good, the Doctor thought, his mind whirling in a maelstrom of pure sensation. His head fell back against his human counterpart's shoulder, his face pressing against the other Doctor's throat; he couldn't have stopped this even if he'd wanted to, his senses so attuned to his lover's that it was hard to tell where he ended and the other began.

Those strong arms were locked around him, the other Doctor's breath sounding harsh and ragged in his ears, that slender body pressed tightly against his own flesh. Were they melting into each other, two becoming one -- as they were meant to be? He couldn't help but think so.

His muscles tightened around the human Doctor's cock with each hard thrust, his body starting to tremble. He was pushed closer to the edge with each movement of their bodies; he'd never felt so completely overtaken, pushed towards a precipice and then pulled back at the last moment, kept from falling into a downward spiral by some force outside of himself.

Of course his human self would know exactly how far to push him -- the thought dawned on the Doctor at the same moment that he felt his other self's fingers close around his erection, that hand starting to move up and down his shaft in rhythm with the slow, steady thrusts. He closed his eyes, knowing that he wasn't going to last much longer.

He let himself sink back against the body behind him, losing himself in the sensations that his other half was giving him; this might indeed be the only time he was ever capable of feeling pleasure like this, the only time he'd ever be entwined with someone who knew him as completely as this man thrusting into him, becoming one with him.

His breath was coming fast now, each labored intake of oxygen a gasp. His hearts were pounding, galloping in his chest, thumping wildly against his rib cage. Not much longer now .... the second that thought burst into his mind, his body shuddered with the force of his climax, pulling a startled cry from his throat as he collapsed back into his other self's arms.

He could feel the rush of his other self's release, the shaking of the thin body behind him, the pounding of the single heart in the other man's chest. The Doctor leaned heavily against his lover's body, eyes closed, feeling his dual heartbeats slow and his breathing start to return to normal.

Had this really happened, or was it all some surreal dream? It didn't seem possible that he could have just made love with .... himself. But he had; and it had been an incredible experience, one that he could file away in his memories as being something he never wanted to forget. One that he'd like to repeat as soon as possible, actually.

Of course, the other Doctor had physical limitations that he himself didn't have to worry about, one of those being a refractory period. He could go for hours without having to slow down or stop, but he was quite aware of the fact that humans didn't have that sort of stamina. It was a shame, but it was something he'd gotten used to in the past.

After what seemed like quite a long time, the Doctor managed to catch his breath, turning his head to press a soft kiss to the other Doctor's jaw. Did others feel like this when they were kissing him? he thought, wondering if his personal reaction to this carbon copy of himself was how his lovers had reacted to him in the past.

The human Doctor didn't speak; he merely held the Doctor close and rested one hand on his chest, the other stroking through his hair. It was as though they had no need to speak, as though they each knew what was going through the other's mind.

The Doctor was startled when his other half shifted a little, moving away from him slightly. He half-turned to protest, but when he did, his human counterpart pressed against his shoulders, pushing him down on his back. He lay there, blinking, unsure of what the other man intended to do, but not unduly alarmed.

His human self was looking down at him, a small smile curving his lips, surveying his face as if he was trying to see just what he thought of this new development. He opened his mouth to speak, then thought better of it. After all, it would be far more interesting to see just what his human side had in his mind -- to see if it was something that he himself would do.

He'd expected the other Doctor to push his thighs apart, to take him from the face-to-face position. But he was surprised when that didn't happen; instead, the human Doctor was moving up, straddling his thighs, sitting back slightly and looking at him with his head tilted to one side. Studying him, the look in his eyes speculative.

"What are you thinking?" the Doctor asked softly, wondering if his human counterpart would answer. There really wasn't much that they could keep hidden from each other, considering that they were literally the same person. It was strange, thinking how much he knew about this man -- yet didn't know at the same time. They were the same, yet also strangers.

Wait .... could he call someone who had made love to him only a short time before a stranger? Of course he could, the Doctor told himself, giving a mental shrug. He'd slept with people before who he barely knew, simply because they'd each had a need of each other. That sort of fulfillment wasn't new to him -- but getting it from such an unexpected source was.

"I was thinking of several things," the human Doctor replied, his voice equally soft. "Of how much pleasure I can give you, and you can give me. Of how much I don't want this to end. Of how much I wish that we could stop time and keep ourselves here forever. Of ...." He leaned forward, soft lips brushing the Doctor's cheek. "-- Of how much I want you."

"You have me," the Doctor breathed, his dark gaze locking with the man above him. It was uncanny, looking into that face that was his face. Knowing that the body making love to him was his body -- and wanting it desperately despite knowing that he shouldn't.

His human self leaned closer, his lips touching the Doctor's ear, nibbling gently, then moving down to press against his own mouth. The Doctor's lips parted, his eyes fluttering closed. He would never have guessed that it could be so pleasurable to kiss himself -- or that he could ache so badly for a single kiss.

"I wish I could have you forever," the human Doctor whispered against his mouth, his words making tears spring to the Doctor's eyes. He wished the same thing, though he didn't know if he would bring himself to articulate that wish. It wasn't possible; they weren't meant to be. There were too many factors against them. It would never happen.

But they had each other now; they were here, together, alone, locked into their own little world. And they could make the most of that, until they were forced to part. The Doctor had a feeling that parting would be a final one, and that this wrench would be worse than any had been that had gone before.

He wouldn't think about that now. Not now, when his human self's hands were on his body, those lips were on his, this pleasure was coursing through his veins. Not now, when they still had at least part of whatever time they could manage to steal for themselves. He wasn't going to waste what time they had together thinking about the times that could never be.

The Doctor didn't want to shake his head in negation, didn't want to break this spell that lay between the two of them. He didn't know exactly what his human self was planning, but he was fairly sure that it involved another intense coupling, and he was all for that. He gazed up at the other man, his look inquiring, questioning.

The human Doctor shook his head, placing a finger to the Doctor's lips. "Don't ask. Just .... feel. You know I won't do anything that you wouldn't do yourself." He smiled down at his other half, their eyes meeting, gazes locked on each other.

With those words, he reached for the tube of lubricant again, the Doctor's eyes following every movement. He couldn't be ready for another go .... but no, his human self wasn't lubricating himself this time. His hand was closing around the Doctor's half-hardened shaft, fingers moving slowly up and down, seemingly concentrating on what he was doing.

The Doctor's hearts sped up, pounding against the wall of his chest. If his human self was going to do what he thought .... hmmmm. It was something that he himself enjoyed, but hadn't often had the chance to do with other lovers. He hadn't often been on the giving end of this, so it would be pleasurable to lie back and watch what was happening.

He moaned softly as that hand moved along his shaft, fingers tightening just below the head, clasping him loosely as they stroked down to the base. After only a few moments, the stroking hand was removed, the human Doctor squirming slightly as he moved up, raising himself off the Doctor's body and positioning himself just above the Gallifreyan's erect cock.

The Doctor caught his breath, wanting to close his eyes and wait for the inevitable, but not daring to. He wanted to witness every moment of this; he wanted to see his other self impaled on his cock, see what he looked like in the throes of orgasm, see what others saw when they were pleasuring him. It was an opportunity he didn't want to pass up.

With a slight intake of breath, the human Doctor lowered himself slowly onto the Time Lord's cock, his head falling back as he sank down. The Doctor's hips flexed, wanting to jerk upwards, bury himself in that tight, searing heat. But he managed to stay still, waiting for his human self to take the lead.

Finally, he was all the way inside, buried deeply in the other man. The Doctor moved his hands to his human self's hips, steadying him, feeling the other man's muscles clench and then relax. The sensation almost brought a moan to his own lips, a shiver going through his thin body.

The human Doctor raised his body slightly, clenching himself around the Gallifreyan's cock even as the other man slid out of him. The Doctor groaned, wanting to hold his human self exactly where he was, but deciding not to. No, he would let the other man set his own pace, and enjoy watching and feeling.

He couldn't keep his eyes off his human counterpart, the expression on his face as he slowly lowered himself onto the Doctor's cock again. Not only was the sensation of sinking into the other man one of the most incredible things he'd ever felt -- but witnessing what he himself must look like during sex was too erotic to be put into words.

He'd been dominated by other partners before -- in fact, that was how he preferred sex. He wasn't comfortable with being the partner who was more in control, never had been. But he was a bit surprised that his human half seemed to enjoy it -- even need it. Hmmmm. That was a side of himself that he hadn't been sure actually existed, until now.

He reached up to twine the fingers of one hand through the human Doctor's, their eyes meeting, gazes instantly riveted to each other. His human self was moving faster now, his movements getting a bit more erratic; his own hips were thrusting upwards each time his other self sank down, burying himself as deeply as he could inside the other man.

His breath was starting to catch in his throat, and he could sense that his human half was hovering near to the edge of climax. The Doctor disentangled his hand from the other man's, gripping those slender hips and pulling the human Doctor down onto his cock -- at the same time as he thrust his hips upwards as hard as he could.

The human Doctor screamed, a cry that seemed to reverberate off the walls of the Tardis, his head falling back and his hands clenching into fists. At nearly the same moment, the Doctor let himself go, releasing into the other man with a cry of his own. His human self collapsed onto him, laying against his chest, their heartbeats melding and pounding in their ears.

"Is it possible that we're different entities?" his other self whispered into his ear, the words so soft that he had to strain to hear them. "Because it doesn't seem to me that we are. I know everything you love -- and you know the same about me."

The Doctor stroked a hand through the softness of his human counterpart's hair, taking several moments before he tried to answer the question. "We're obviously a part of each other," he said slowly, his mind turning all the possibilities over in his mind. "But no, it .... somehow doesn't seem right to think of us as two different beings, even though we are."

"Does it feel strange to you?" his human self asked, propping himself up on one elbow and looking questioningly at the Doctor. "It doesn't to me. It feels ..... natural. And right. Right that we should be together, because we know each other so well. Because we're a part of each other, in a way that no one else could ever be."

The Doctor nearly groaned aloud; the last thing he wanted to do at the moment was to think about something like this. The next question that would be asked of him was if they could stay together -- which, of course, they couldn't. It didn't bear thinking about. It was out of the question, something that simply couldn't be done.

But why not? he asked himself, his inner voice sounding belligerent. I need him, his thoughts screamed, so loudly that he almost gasped aloud. It was a startling realization, and one that he wasn't at all sure was welcomed. But that need was there nonetheless, and he knew that he'd have to acknowledge it at some point.

He'd started to open his mouth to reply to the other Doctor when the question came at him, the one that he'd been hoping wouldn't be asked. The one that needed to be asked above all others.

"Can I stay here with you?"

He was frozen, struck dumb, not knowing what to say. Where did he start? How did he answer this? What could he say, other than no?

The truth was, he wanted to say yes. Wanted to more desperately than he'd ever wanted anything. He wanted to take his human half and run, go to the ends of the galaxy and hide away with him, be with him for the rest of time. All the time that they could possibly be allowed. All the time that he could possibly make for them, whatever he could beg, borrow or steal.

But he couldn't. It just wasn't possible. How could he tell the other Doctor that without breaking both their hearts?

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