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eyesthatroll · 1 year ago

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NO MORE JELLY SHOES!

IN WHICH WINNIE / (Y/N) FINDS OUT SHE IS PREGNANT

PAIRING JACK HUGHES X FEM!POC!READER

WARNING(S) PREGNANCY , ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP , SLIGHT ANGST ? FLUFF , CURSING , EDITED SLIGHTLY

WORD COUNT 2.4K

BTBR SERIES MASTERLIST!

Nervously, you find yourself pacing in the cramped bathroom tucked away at the rear end of your quaint bakery. The soft hum of the ventilation fan blends in with the uneven rhythm of your breathing, while your teeth bite relentlessly at the frayed skin of your fingertips, a telltale sign of your mounting anxiety.

Time stretched out, each of the ten excruciating minutes mandated for the pregnancy test's results feeling like an eternity. It was as if the universe itself was conspiring to torment your mind and body, leaving you suspended in a liminal space between excitement and fear, unsure of which emotion would emerge victorious.

On one hand, it was exhilarating. The idea of experiencing the beauty of pregnancy, bringing a new life into the world, and embracing motherhood, ignited memories of childhood dreams when you'd passionately declared your desire to be a stay-at-home mom.

But, on the other hand, it was paralyzing. You were no longer that wide-eyed child, clad in jelly shoes and braided pigtails; you'd matured, grown into adulthood. Your bakery had just begun to flourish, and the new hockey season was just starting for your boyfriend, who was no doubt coming into his own as one of the most talented centers in the league. Everything seemed to be in perfect harmony, and you couldn't help but ponder what would happen if a baby entered the equation.

The timer you'd set on your phone shrieked mercilessly against the cold, porcelain sink, its shrill cry reverberating through the confining space. The sound is nearly drowned out by the thunderous, erratic beating of your heart, it's rushing rhythm echoing in your ears like a relentless drumbeat.

As you flip the test over, a sudden hitch in your breath accompanies the sight of those two life-altering red lines. An overwhelming surge of emotion engulfs you, and your body quivers uncontrollably. Your knees give out, slamming against the unforgiving, icy tiles beneath you. The sharp jolt of pain goes unnoticed as guttural sobs wrench from your chest, the bathroom seeming to shrink, as if the walls themselves were closing in.

Tears streamed down your face, a tumultuous cascade of emotion you couldn't quite decipher. Your feelings were a tangled web, and you found yourself adrift in a sea of uncertainty. Your thoughts gravitated toward Jack, and the impending revelation of potentially becoming parents at the tender age of 22. It was a situation you both had never anticipated or discussed. You weren't teenagers anymore, but you were far from being settled adults. The weight of the unspoken future bore down on you as you grappled with the daunting reality of your unexpected pregnancy.

"Winnie..." Sophia, your business partner and right-hand, knocks gently on the door, her unmistakable southern drawl calling out to you, her soft voice a lifeline pulling you back from the depths of your turmoil.

Her soothing presence momentarily steadies your racing heart, and you make a frantic effort to regulate your breathing. You're grateful for the locked door, guarding your vulnerability from her prying eyes.

"(Y/N)?" Her concern colors the way she utters your name.

Clearing your throat, you hurriedly dab at your eyes with the ends of your sleeves, rising abruptly from the cold, unfeeling floor. "I'll be right out." You attempt to convey normalcy, but your voice wavers, betraying the emotional tempest inside you, shattering any façade you hoped to maintain.

As you approach the door, your fingers find the handle, and you turn it slowly, allowing it to creak open. On the other side, Sophia stands, her white baking apron cinched around her waist, red curls meticulously gathered into a bun. Her head tilts slightly, and her eyes brim with empathy.

"What's the verdict?" she asks, softly.

An uneasy sigh escapes your lips, and you feel the sting of stray tears as they once again trace a path from your eyes down to your chin.

"I'm pregnant." you admit, your voice a fragile thread holding back a tidal wave of emotions that you weren't quite sure how to deal with.

Wow, that feels weird to say out loud. you think to yourself. Your eyes gaze downward, where a tiny human is growing inside you.

A broad, joyous smile lights up Sophia's tanned face, and she immediately envelops you in a tight, warm hug. "Congrats, Winnie!"

You can't help but let out a genuine laugh at Sophia's infectious enthusiasm. She had always been the unwavering optimist, and her support was a ray of sunshine in your moment of uncertainty.

You met Sophia the first week that you moved to New Jersey, about three years ago.

You were a newcomer with dreams, a run-down bakery in your possession, a shitty apartment, and an intimidating $48,000 small business loan hanging over your head.

Sophia was a college student at the time. She came bumbling into your bakery half an hour late for her job interview, apologizing profusely for a class that ran late. She confessed, with charming honesty, that she had zero baking skills or experience with ovens, but her eagerness to learn was undeniable.

Back then, she could barely handle a piping bag. There was countless late nights that were devoted to imparting your baking wisdom to her, the two of you bonding in the flour covered kitchen, exchanging laughter and shared frustrations into the early hours of the morning.

Now, she not only matches, but surpasses you in the art of decorating, and a swell of pride fills your heart when you think of how incredibly far she's come.

In what feels like the blink of an eye, she's transitioned from a clueless novice, to your dependable right-hand woman.

The bond between the two of you now a treasured friendship that has withstood the test of time

"I'm so scared," you admit, a nervous laugh escaping your lips. Sophia releases you from her hug, her hands finding your shoulder blades, offering a reassuring squeeze.

"Winnie, I am so happy for you and Jack," she begins, tears shimmering in her eyes as a joyful smile lights up her face. "This is an incredible blessing, if you let it be."

You nod at her, hoping that her heartfelt words will fortify your resolve as you prepare to share the news with Jack.

"Would you be okay if I left early for today?" You ask. Part of you hopes that she'll say that she needs you here, so you can have a few more hours away from Jack, but you know she won't.

She shakes her head at you, laughing softly. "We're fine here, go home to your man, tell him the news, then call me."

Her playful insistence elicits a warm laugh from you, and you draw her into a final, affectionate hug.

Carrying a heart brimming with emotions, you navigate your path to the small manager's office.

The creak of the door, the scent of new invoices mixed with the smell of baked goods wafting through the air, everything is the same as how you left it, and that somehow seems to emphasize the gravity of the moment and how everything would be changing faster than you knew it.

The drive back home is filled with a racket of sound, your voice joining the chorus of top 40 hits as you sing along in an attempt to drown out the anxiety bubbling within you. Right now, tears haven't surfaced, but you can sense their impending arrival, like a storm gathering on the horizon. The looming prospect of stepping into the apartment you share with Jack and Luke weighs heavily on your mind, and you can't help but wonder how the dynamic will shift in the moments after you announce your pregnancy.

The half-hour drive from the bakery to your apartment seems to go by in a blur, and before you know it, you're parking in the dimly lit garage, cutting the ignition and pausing at the wheel to regain control of your breathing. The late afternoon sun casts long shadows, signaling that both the boys would have returned from their practice, especially with no preseason game today.

You retrieve your bag, exit the car, and make your way toward the apartment, choosing the stairs over the elevator. Each step feels like a deliberate choice, a way to delay the inevitable conversation looming on the other side of the door.

As you twist the handle, the door swings open effortlessly, and you step inside. You make eye contact with Luke, who lays sprawled out on the couch, engrossed in a TV show. His brows furrow in confusion.

"Why are you home so early? Is everything all right?" His voice carries a touch of worry, and the subtle shift in his demeanor makes you wince.

You nod in acknowledgment, slipping out of your Converse and adding them to the growing pile of footwear that congregates in a small corner near the front door.

"Everything's fine, babe," you reassure him, your voice gentle. "Where's your brother?"

Luke considers for a moment. "In your room, I think?"

With one final nod, you offer a tight-lipped smile, a mixture of emotions playing across your face as you take measured steps down the narrow hallway.

Reaching the door to your shared room, you hear the faint murmur of Jack's favorite show, Entourage, playing softly in the background. Gently, you push the door open just a crack, allowing a sliver of light to spill into the room. There, you see Jack lying on his side, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest indicating that he's fallen asleep.

A quiet sigh of relief escapes your lips, and you gently widen the door just enough to slip inside, carefully closing it behind you.

With deliberate motions, you shed your clothes, and toss them into the laundry hamper. From your dresser, you look for some night clothes. You settle on an oversized Devil's t-shirt of Jack's that's worn, familiar, and smells like him, paired with comfortable sleep shorts.

While the details of his day at practice remain a mystery, you know that you're using his impromptu nap as an excuse to delay sharing the news of your pregnancy with him. You slide into the bed beside him, and nestle under the warm embrace of the duvet, allowing the comfort of his presence to lull you into peaceful sleep.

It's 9:22 pm, when the screeching noise of the shower turning off awakes you from your slumber.

With a languid yawn, you gradually raise yourself, resting your back against the headboard of the bed. Your fingers reach for your drowsy eyes, desperate to dispel the remnants of sleep that cling to them.

Jack emerges from the bathroom. A towel slung low around his waist, his damp chestnut hair a tousled mess, and his skin, slightly flushed from the warmth of the shower. A warm smile graces his lips as he looks at you. "Hi, my love."

"I'm pregnant." The words tumble from your lips, a confession that spills forth before you can rein it in.

Jack, halfway into slipping on his boxers, freezes at your announcement, his mouth agape. "I'm sorry, what?"

Gathering your resolve, you take a deep breath and repeat, "I'm pregnant, Jack."

Jack's eyes widen in disbelief, and he collapses onto the edge of the bed, his fingers clutching at his still-damp hair, locks slipping through his trembling grasp.

The minutes stretch on, heavy with an uncomfortable silence that envelops the room. In your two-year relationship, it's an unusual rarity when Jack's thoughts are inscrutable.

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, and a soft sniffle escapes you as you avert your gaze from him. Your yearning to be close, to feel his touch and find solace in his embrace, collides with the disquieting uncertainty of whether he desires the same.

"Jack?" Your voice trembles.

He turns to you, uncrossing his legs and motioning for you to come closer. "C'mere."

You shift towards him, unable to stifle the sobs that escape your lips, one after another.

Jack sits beside you, rubbing your back and whispering words of comfort that you can barely hear through your tears. "I-I don't want you to break up with me," you hiccup.

It surprises you, your own admission. Just an hour ago, the thought of a breakup hadn't crossed your mind, yet sitting here, in his arms, all your fears surface.

"Why would I do that, my love?" he asks gently, his tone laced with incertitude as he looks down at you with eyes shimmering from unshed tears.

"I-I don't know." You breathe out.

Jack hums softly in response, lifting you gently so that you can look into his eyes.

"I need to talk to my mom. Have you told anyone else?"

Your eyes widen, and you shake your head frantically. "No, no, Jack, you can't tell your mother. She'll think badly of me."

Fresh tears flow down your cheeks as you contemplate the possibility of Jack's mother, Ellen, disliking you.

"My mama adores you, baby. She won't think badly of you," he reassures you, but your doubts persist.

"I don't know. We've only been dating for two years. What if she thinks I'm trying to trap you or something?"

Jack shakes his head firmly, an incredulous laugh escaping him. "She absolutely will not think that."

The unwavering certainty in Jack's voice offers a glimmer of relief, enough to embolden you to gently slip from his embrace. With a recovering breath, you employ the hem of your shirt to dab away the evidence of your tears and the persistent trickle of snot from your nose.

Jack shifts from his spot at the foot of the bed, returning to his familiar place beside you near the headboard. He draws you close into his embrace, your head now finding a resting place on his bare chest, while he intertwines his legs with yours.

"Let's talk about this tomorrow, alright?" he murmurs softly. "I can tell it's been a long day."

Gently, you press a tender kiss against his chest. "I love you."

There's no room for doubt; you can feel the words forming on his lips before they even escape. "I love you too. So fucking much.”

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mari speaks! is this the best thing i've ever written? maybe. the ending does feel rushed, though, so i’m not really sure how much i like it, but i’ve been wrestling with writing this for weeks, so it feels good to finally get this out. i have a lot planned for this series, hopefully you all will enjoy. wishing everyone a wonderful day, and sending my love. <3 feel free to send any asks, blurb or fic requests for this series, i’d love to garner some of your ideas :)

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bluekittyworld · 8 months ago

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Still with YOU. [5]

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Chapter 4, End

Warning: Death, misery, depression, angst, suicide 18+

As you entered the living room and found your grandmother lying unconscious on the floor, panic surged through you like a tidal wave. Without hesitation, you dialled for emergency assistance, your voice trembling as you explained the situation to the dispatcher. Every second felt like an eternity as you waited for help to arrive, your heart pounding with fear and anxiety.

When the paramedics finally arrived and rushed your grandmother to the hospital, you followed closely behind, your mind consumed by guilt and regret. If only you hadn't been preoccupied with your own desires, you might have noticed her condition sooner. The weight of your actions bore down on you like a heavy burden, filling you with an overwhelming sense of remorse and self-blame.

At the hospital, the doctors delivered grim news—your grandmother's condition was critical, and they warned you to prepare for the worst. Tears welled up in your eyes as you watched over her, your heart aching with the knowledge that her life hung in the balance. The guilt gnawed at you relentlessly, tormenting you with thoughts of what could have been if only you had been more attentive.

As your grandmother lay in a coma on a ventilator, you couldn't shake the feeling that you had failed her when she needed you the most. Each passing moment only served to deepen your anguish, leaving you haunted by the consequences of your actions and the devastating toll they had taken on your beloved grandmother.

As news of your grandmother's condition spread throughout the small village like wildfire, you found yourself enveloped in a haze of despair and grief. The weight of the situation pressed down on you heavily, leaving you feeling lost and overwhelmed.

Amidst the darkness that seemed to consume you, Jimin emerged as a beacon of light, offering unwavering support and companionship during your darkest hours. Each day, he would visit you without fail, bringing with him home-cooked meals and lending a helping hand with the chores around the house. His presence provided a sense of solace and comfort in the midst of your anguish, his genuine concern for your well-being a source of strength during this trying time.

Despite your overwhelming sadness, Jimin's steadfast presence served as a glimmer of hope in the midst of despair. He stood by your side through the long hours spent at the hospital, offering a shoulder to lean on and a listening ear to share your fears and sorrows. In his presence, the weight of your grief felt a little lighter, and for a brief moment, you found respite from the darkness that threatened to consume you.

As Jimin stood by your side, offering his support and assistance during this difficult time, a simmering frustration brewed beneath the surface. Though he outwardly portrayed concern for your grandmother's well-being, inwardly he found himself growing increasingly impatient with her prolonged condition.

With each passing day that your grandmother clung to life, Jimin's annoyance mounted, his desire to have you all to himself overshadowing any genuine empathy he may have felt. He longed for the opportunity to have your undivided attention, to bask in the warmth of your affection without the looming presence of your grandmother's illness.

Despite his inner havoc, Jimin maintained a façade of care and concern in your presence, unwilling to reveal the true extent of his impatience and frustration. He continued to lend his support at the hospital, all the while harbouring a selfish desire for your grandmother's suffering to come to an end so that he could finally claim you as his own.

As the days stretched on and your grandmother's condition showed no signs of improvement, Jimin's frustration threatened to boil over. Yet, he remained by your side, his actions carefully calculated to maintain the illusion of devotion while his true desires simmered beneath the surface, waiting for the opportunity to claim you as his own.

Jimin had enough of waiting, he needed your grandmother gone to provide his shoulder for you to cry on. During the darkest hours of the night he visited your grandmother, removing her oxygen mask, she passed away peacefully, he put her mask back on and vanished.

The following morning you received a phone call from the hospital informing you the passing of your grandmother. You froze, the phone falling from your hand, tears started to stream down your face, you felt numb.

As you stepped out of your house, your tear-streaked silhouette caught Jimin's eye, and a twisted sense of joy welled up within him. Finally, an opportunity to offer you solace, to be the one you turned to in your moment of vulnerability. With a quickened pace, he made his way toward you, his expression a mask of concern.

“_____ is everything okay?” he held back his smile.

“My grandmother she…” the weight of your grief overcame you once more, and you broke down in sobs.

Without hesitation, Jimin enveloped you in his arms, offering a comforting embrace as you cried into his chest. His touch provided a fleeting sense of reassurance, though beneath the façade of compassion, a darker motive simmered, unseen by your tear-blurred eyes.

"Shh," Jimin whispered soothingly, his hand gently patting your head in an attempt to calm your distraught soul.

That morning, Jimin took it upon himself to drive you to the hospital, shouldering the burden of all the necessary formalities before your grandmother's body could be released for the funeral arrangements.

The next day, Jimin took charge of organizing the funeral, ensuring that every detail was meticulously arranged. Despite the turnout of numerous mourners, their somber faces a testament to your grandmother's impact on the community, you remained shattered and inconsolable, your grief too heavy to bear.

That night, Jimin chose to stay by your side, offering his comforting presence as you navigated through the depths of your sorrow. In the quiet moments between your tears, he revelled in the success of his calculated plan, knowing that your vulnerability had drawn you closer to him, rendering you more dependent on his support and companionship.

Jimin's charming façade masked the malice lurking beneath, a darkness that whispered of forbidden desires and dangerous secrets.

As you stirred from sleep, your eyes fluttered open to find yourself cradled in Jimin's arms. When he mentioned his impending departure for church duties, a sense of desperation washed over you, and instinctively, you clung to his robe like a child unwilling to let go, silently pleading for him to stay a little longer.

“Baby, I’ll come back within an hour” Jimin gently spoke as he caressed your face, his words a tender reassurance in the midst of your distress.

Reluctantly, you released your grip on his robe, curling into a ball on the bed in an attempt to contain your emotions.

True to his word, Jimin returned shortly after, he brought warm breakfast with him too. He set it up on the table and called you down to eat, but you had no appetite, so he carried you to the dining table where he lovingly fed you, his actions a silent promise of unwavering support and care.

As the days stretched into weeks, you gradually found comfort in Jimin's unwavering presence by your side. Some nights were filled with tearful confessions and heartfelt embraces, as he comforted you through the depths of your sorrow. Other nights, however, were shrouded in a different kind of intimacy, as Jimin sought to fulfil his own desires, his touch both comforting and seductive in equal measure.

Lost in the mayhem of your emotions, you found yourself adrift in a sea of uncertainty. The once-clear path of your studies now seemed obscured by the shadows of grief and desire, fading into insignificance against the backdrop of Jimin's captivating presence. With each passing day, he became your sole anchor in your world of instability, his presence soothing you in the midst of your despair.

In the depths of your heartache, you relinquished your aspirations and dreams, finding comfort only in the arms of Jimin. He became your lifeline, the one constant in a world that seemed to be crumbling around you. With each passing moment, you grew more reliant on him, your entire existence revolving around his enigmatic allure.

You surrendered yourself to the intoxicating allure of Jimin's embrace, he was the glimmer of light amidst the shadows that surrounded you.

Months flew by, and you found yourself practically living with Jimin. While some villagers harboured doubts about your arrangement, others respected Jimin deeply, believing the priest was simply too good to be questioned.

Jimin's behaviour had shifted significantly in recent days. He returned home late, often keeping you confined indoors with persuasive claims that the outside world was not conducive to your well-being. Slowly, but surely, he exerted control over you, relegating you to spending the majority of your time within his palace in the underworld. Despite your protests, Jimin's control over you tightened like an invisible vice, leaving you feeling suffocated and powerless. The once-vibrant spirit within you wilted under the weight of his dominance, leaving you feeling hollow and adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

Days turned into weeks, with each passing moment, a sense of longing gnawed at your soul, yearning for the familiar comforts of your grandmother's cottage and the gentle touch of sunlight on your skin. You found yourself descending into the depths of despair, your spirit crumbling beneath the weight of Jimin's control. Each passing moment felt like a battle against an invisible force, leaving you feeling helpless and isolated within the confines of his palace. The once-vibrant colours of life faded into shades of grey, and a suffocating sense of emptiness settled deep within your soul.

Unaware of Jimin's sinister intentions, you struggled to comprehend the depths of your despair. Each passing day felt like a relentless onslaught, dragging you further into the abyss of depression. The weight of your emotions bore down on you like a heavy cloak, suffocating any glimmer of hope that dared to flicker within your heart.

Blinded by your own anguish, you failed to see the subtle machinations of Jimin's manipulation. His actions, veiled under the guise of concern and protection, only served to ensnare you further in his web of deceit. As you grappled with the darkness that threatened to consume you, little did you realize that it was Jimin's plan all along—to orchestrate your descent into despair and cement his control over your shattered spirit.

Jimin's ultimate goal was far more sinister than mere manipulation. He orchestrated each twist and turn, each calculated move, with one chilling objective in mind—to break your spirit entirely, leaving your soul ripe for his claim in the depths of hell. He pushed your thoughts towards you considering committing suicide, if you don’t, there's still a chance your soul may go to heaven, but after you kill yourself there’s no chance for redemption.

As you battled the demons within your own mind, Jimin watched with a cold, calculating gaze, relishing in your gradual descent into hopelessness. Every tear shed, every sigh of resignation, only served to fuel his twisted desires. For him, your surrender meant victory—a prized soul ensnared in the clutches of darkness, destined to accompany him into the abyss for eternity.

As you navigated the suffocating darkness of your despair, Jimin's insidious plan unfolded around you like a macabre stage set for tragedy. Unbeknownst to you, every corner of his domain held a silent invitation to oblivion—a chilling array of implements carefully arranged to offer you a choice in the manner of your demise.

The glint of sharpened knives on the kitchen counter, the temptation of potent sleeping tablets beckoning from the dressing table, the ominous presence of a rope draped across the balcony—each item served as a twisted testament to Jimin's malevolent intentions. With every glance, every whispered suggestion, he subtly urged you towards the edge of the abyss, enticing you to embrace the finality of your despair.

You felt a little better today in comparison to the past few days, you felt like taking a bath.

As you sank into the soothing embrace of the warm water, a fleeting sense of tranquillity washed over you—a welcome reprieve from the relentless storm of despair that had besieged your spirit for far too long. The gentle caress of the water against your skin seemed to soothe the frayed edges of your psyche, offering a fleeting moment of respite amidst the chaos of your mind.

With each breath, you allowed yourself to surrender to the serenity of the moment, letting the worries and anxieties of the outside world melt away like droplets of water evaporating into the steam-filled air. The fragrant aroma of orange blossom enveloped you in its comforting embrace, filling the space around you with its delicate perfume and further enhancing the sense of calm that permeated the room.

For a moment, you allowed yourself to exist outside the confines of your own despair, basking in the simple pleasure of the present. And as you closed your eyes and surrendered to the embrace of the warm water, you let yourself slip into the tub deeper. As you submerged your head beneath the water's surface, a strange sense of liberation washed over you—a fleeting illusion of escape from the suffocating grip of your despair.

For a brief, tantalizing instant, it felt almost... euphoric. The weight of your troubles, the ceaseless cacophony of your thoughts—all of it receded into the depths of the water, swallowed by the darkness that enveloped you. And as you surrendered to the embrace of the watery abyss, a perverse sense of relief washed over you, whispering promises of freedom from the torment that had plagued you for so long.

But little did you know the true nature of the abyss that beckoned from below—the insidious depths that concealed unseen dangers, lurking just beneath the surface. For in the murky waters of your despair, a far more sinister fate awaited, one from which there would be no escape—a fate orchestrated by forces far more malevolent than you could ever imagine.

Jimin returned later that evening, his heart sank as he entered the silent, empty house, a sense of foreboding tightening its grip around his chest. Panic clawed at the edges of his mind as he frantically searched every room, calling out your name with increasing desperation.

And then, he found you.

There you lay, submerged in the bath, your body unnaturally still, your once-vibrant eyes now dulled by the cold embrace of death. Jimin's breath caught in his throat as he rushed to your side, pulling your lifeless form from the water with trembling hands.

Tears welled in his eyes as he cradled you close, pressing desperate kisses to your forehead, you made the devil cry, he caressed your face moving your wet hair away. Grief was consuming Jimin, but a twisted sense of pride swelled within Jimin's heart. For in your final act of desperation, you had unwittingly fulfilled his darkest desires, sealing your fate as his eternal companion in the realm of the underworld.

And so, as he held your lifeless body in his arms, Jimin whispered silent vows of devotion, knowing that soon enough, your soul would descend into the waiting embrace of the underworld, where together, you would reign for all eternity.

A/N: How is it so far? :)

Chapter 6 [End]

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patterpea · 2 years ago

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KinnPorsche Shifter AU Drabble

This sparked into my head after seeing @moerusai werewolf edit. It turned into a shifter fic rather than werewolf fic, but I still wanted to give credit to where my inspiration came from. I've linked the post at the end.

The woman in the corner of the room was gorgeous and clearly interested, and so Porsche had been sorely tempted to approach her. There was an uncomfortable itch that had buried itself into the muscles of his shoulders that, over the course of his shift, stretched unbearably down his spine. Any distraction would’ve been welcomed with open arms, but Porsche knew that it wouldn’t do a damn thing, no matter how enjoyable the sex would be.

Instead he waved off Boss, who was practically perched on his shoulder ogling the woman making eyes at Porsche.

“Careful, your drooling.” Porsche said with a smirk. Boss quickly pulled away, his cheeks flushing in the low light as he wiped the corners of his mouth. Porsche let out a light laugh as he threw a towel at Boss’s head.

“I’m going to take my break. Don’t let anyone go outside.” Porsche cautioned as he pointed a stern finger at the younger man’s face. Boss’s eyes lit up, and Porsche had to smother a groan at the man’s excitement.

“Wait! Are you, gonna, ya know…?” He looked around the bar for any obvious eavesdroppers. “…shift?”

“Boss, come on man, don’t make it weird.” Porsche said, his face slightly pinched. “You’ve seen me shift before, its not that big a deal.”

The glint in Boss’s eyes faded quickly, his hands fumbling with the towel Porsche had chucked at him.

“Sorry, I just… yeah, sorry man.” Boss apologised, his shoulders caving in around his form. Porsche let out a gust of breath, before shooting the man a sympathetic smile. Porsche found it a little weird when people got starry eyed about people shifting. It was like they were imagining themselves in a trashy romance novel, and that the shifter had become the sudden, and unexpected, love interest.

But at least it was marginally better than distain. It was worse in the past, especially in the time of his grandparents, where Humans views would swing violently in their extremes. In one moment the Public’s opinion would be: ‘Shifter’s are the descendant’s of God’s’, and in another it would be: ‘Shifter’s are a cursed race, a bane to humanity’; and back again just as sharply.

Shifters didn’t really care either way, they just wanted to live their lives in peace.

“It’s fine. I just don’t want to scare the shit out of someone. Again.” Porsche said as he and Boss shared a grin. It wasn’t Porsche’s fault that the new guy had tried to take his break 10 minutes early last week. The poor guy had been so shaken that Yok didn’t have it in her heart to reprimand him.

“Go, go. I’ll hold down the fort.” Boss said, his stance relaxing as he reached for a couple glasses under the counter. Porsche tapped his fingers along the bar-top as he made his way out. The itch on his back was starting to turn painful, but it was nothing Porsche couldn’t handle.

With his professional façade still squarely in place, he made his way through the clustered dancing throng where the smell of sweat, alcohol and hormones clogged up his nose. The pain suddenly took a sharp edge, like a thousand small prickling pin’s, somewhere under his shoulder blades.

Porsche burst out of the fire exit and gulped down breaths of air. The alleyway behind Hum’s bar wasn’t clean by any means, but it was a hell of a lot better than it was inside. The air was tainted by the ventilation of the buildings surrounding him, but he could faintly smell the familiar scent of the riverside in the air.

Around the corner, not far from where Porsche preferred to ‘entertain’ any of the ladies and gentlemen that caught his eye, were a few loose bricks lodged in the wall. Using his fingertips, Porsche pulled three out to reveal a small, snug hole. Porsche quickly undressed himself: Shoes, sock, shirt, trousers and underwear. With practised ease, he placed them inside of the hole and balanced his cigarettes and lighter on top of the bundle.

Crouching, completely naked, he slid the bricks back into place. Hiding his clothes like this was a little over kill, Porsche would easily admit, but some spiteful dicks found it hilarious to take off with a shifters clothes. And, well, there wasn’t anything illegal about a shifter going out and about in public in full shift, but it made people nervous.

Plus, trying to get on a packed train as a creature that was twice your normal size was just a pain in the ass.

Porsche stood up and stretched, his hands reaching up to the sky, and closed his eyes and shifted. It was hard to describe what shifting felt like to a human, it wasn’t a sensation that they could easily translated.

Imagine, if you will, that, for some reason, your elbow had made a grinding, crackling sound every time you moved it. It isn’t painful, just uncomfortable, and all day you’ve been stretching it out in various ways. And then it finally crack’s, giving off a much needed rush of relief alongside a slight pinch of pain. That’s what it feels like.

But instead of just your elbow, it was every joint in your body.

The persistent pain in his back took a backseat as he let the shift envelope him fully. His coat of fur tingled for a moment as it came in. It reminded Porsche of new hair growing in after a shave with a razor, sharp and itchy. He felt his chest rumble in glee as his coat warmed him, the cold night air that had felt sharp on his human skin suddenly softened into a pleasingly cool breeze that ruffled through his fur.

The senses were the last to change, and shifting into his form wasn’t so bad; the colours faded away until only dull blues, yellows and greys remained. The alleyway around him had been pitch black, but now he could see down to the end of the wall, the cracks up the bricks and the birds roosting in the gutters.

Smells were a little overwhelming to begin with; sounds too. But Porsche just shook his head, his ears flapping with the movement, as he allowed himself time to adjust. Standing there, now on all fours, he listened keenly to his surroundings.

He could hear the Hum Bar’s music play, muted by the walls only slightly. The vibrations from the bass danced under his paw’s. The sound of traffic rode on the winds throughout the alleyway, and a few scampering paws to his right where desperate rodents hid for their life. He could faintly hear the sound of the river, but he could smell it better than he could hear it.

But he couldn’t hear of anyone around him. No voices, no scuffed footsteps, no laughter.

He was alone.

Finally.

Porsche walked out from his hiding spot, but with his dark fur, his panther form made him look like a shadow come to life. The only thing a human would be able to spot in this dim light, were his sharp, golden eyes.

Porsche reached out his front limbs, claws out, and leisurely stretched out his back, his tail curling high behind him. His chest reached the floor with ease, as his spine curved up gracefully. Rising up on his forelegs he leant forward, and stretched his back legs as he tilted his head up.

His father used to fondly say: ‘All cats, big or small, have yoga tied to their genes’ every time he watched Porsche’s customary stretch after shifting.

Porsche slowly came to a suspiciously placed crate, he batted the corner of it playfully, testing its sturdiness. The circumstance’s that lead to Yok discovering his shifting capabilities hadn’t been the most… graceful.

The important lessons he learned that night were as followed:

1. Don’t drink and climb. Even with improved dark vision, that ledge is further away than you think.

2. He can’t land on his paws for shit when he’s drunk.

3. Alcohol does in fact transfer into your shifted form.

Yok had handled the fact that she almost got squished by a 300 pound animal remarkably well. But since that day a stack of sturdy crates, reinforced by metal bases screwed to the floor, were pressed up against the bar wall. Making a large, Lego looking stairway to the building’s outcrop. It was a little roof that covered up a small section of alleyway where the staff would go for a smoke.

It could hold his weight easily, and Porsche had idly wondered if Yok had the support beams checked as well, but he wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. With little effort Porsche jumped on top of the meter high crates, climbing higher until he reached his perch.

Porsche walked leisurely over the roof, his movement’s smooth and slow. He settled down on to his stomach, paws tucked under his body, as he lay near the edge of the roof. Porchay liked to call this pose ‘loafing,’ something he had picked up from the internet no doubt. Porsche preferred tree’s, as was his natural tendency, and letting his long legs dangle either side of the branch.

But ‘loafing’ works well in a pinch.

Thinking about his younger brother made that pain in his shoulders grow again. The uncomfortable ache was more manageable in this form for some reason, but it was still there, lingering. Porsche knew it’s cause. A shifters mind and body were closely intertwined, more so than a Human’s. Human’s can get sick from stress, and they can get stressed from sickness. Shifter’s weren’t so different, but the stress manifested as pain rather than illness. It was something that both form’s could take equally.

Porchay would be heading off to University soon and Porsche couldn’t be more proud even if he tried. His friends were probably sick to death of him talking about his brother, but Porsche didn’t care. People needed to know how well Chay had done, he more than deserved his dues. Their childhood hadn’t been easy, far from it, but his little brother had beaten the odds. He had made it.

But as they were chatting the other night, Chay full of excited nerves and Porsche practically dancing around in glee, Chay revealed he had wanted to travel after Uni. Wanted to see the world a bit more, see all it had to offer. Porsche’s demeanour soured slightly as Chay went on. Chay going to Uni was one thing, but leaving their home? Leaving Thailand?

Leaving Porsche?

It hadn’t even crossed his mind that Chay would leave. He knew that Porchay may leave one day, but not so soon. Not now all the debts had been cleared and they where finally free of their Uncle’s bullshit.

Porsche had swallowed down the lump in his throat and took a subtle step back. He couldn’t control his reaction, or scent, and he hadn’t wanted Chay to catch on.

“You’ve never mentioned wanting to travel before, what’s bought this on?” Porsche had asked, his voice light and un-accusing. He didn’t want Chay to doubt his wants, but Porsche couldn’t help but be curious about the change.

Oddly, Chay’s cheeks flushed. “It’s just something I read somewhere. They said that if you want to write good music, you have to write what you know. An-And that, to experience more is to know more.”

Porsche ran through his brothers speech with a thoughtful frown.

“Wise words.” Porsche conceded, though he had no clue at all about how to make music. Porchay lit up at his brothers words, his cheeks still adorably flushed as he shot Porsche a toothy, earnest grin.

“Right? He sai– I mean, they said that’s what music is. Sharing your thoughts, your life, with a melody and a lyric. But you have to live that life first.”

Porsche caught his brothers slip, but he was still reeling from the fact Porchay was planning to travel in a couple of years. On his own.

Sure, Chay was a shifter like him, the danger he could encounter would be manageable. But to Porsche, he was still a little cub struggling with his big paws, walking with a stomp and muzzle twisted in adorable concentration.

So, Porsche now lay here, on a roof in the middle of the club district, and huffed morosely. Chay would be fine, but would Porsche? It was selfish, yes, but all his life it was Chay.

Chay, Chay Chay.

Protecting him, teaching him, growing with him.

Porsche pulled his paws from under his body, and tucked them underneath his chin. Panthers weren’t social creatures, but humans were. And that was what a shifter was, a being caught between two forms. And there were aspects of his panther self that manifest in his human form. His tendency to gravitate towards high places was one of his more notable quirks.

But it happened in reverse as well, his human need for people, for family, carried over to his four legged self. It meant he loved to spend his time curled around his people, making sure they were happy. That they were safe.

And one of the pillars, if not the pillar, of his family structure wanted to leave. Porsche’s tail wrapped around his body, the tip of his tail just barely reaching his face. Closing his eyes, he felt like he was in a private bubble as his silhouette became indistinguishable from his surroundings.

He’d let himself have this moment. Soon, he’d shift back and get on with the night. Then he’d go home to Chay and start planning out the young man’s possible ‘After Uni’ journey, with all the enthusiasm it deserves. But for now, he would just enjoy the quiet of the city’s night.

Porsche was only into 15 minutes of his break when he heard the rapid footfalls of humans coming his way. He was reluctant to bring himself out of this peaceful trance he had found himself in, so he didn’t move. Shrouded in darkness and high above their eye line, they probably wouldn’t even notice him, which is slightly ironic considering his size.

The footsteps got louder, they were a rush of frantic sprinting, and Porsche could now hear them shouting at each other. Swearing and stumbling, a box fell off somewhere down the warren that were the back alleys. Clattering and clambering, the humans got closer.

Porsche flicked an un-interested ear.

The men spilled out of one of the alleyways and spread out. Porsche relented, now slightly curious, and opened his eyes to peer down at the showdown in front of him. A man, with a head full of thick hair and a stylish dark suit stood closer to Hum Bar’s entrance. The men after him weren’t so fashionably inclined, but they held out knives and machetes. One even had a gun.

That caught Porsche’s attention. His head perked up, eyes still narrowed to avoid his bright yellow iris’s being spotted. Porsche wasn’t territorial over his space, not like other shifters could be. But he did have a tendency to be territorial over people. If Porsche knew no one he loved wasn’t in the club right now, the urge to protect wouldn’t be there.

But, Yok was in there. Boss was in there. Jom said he’d pop round sometime tonight.

So as the man in the suit crept closer to the fire exit of Hum bar, and the armed men surrounding him did the same, Porsche’s hackles began to rise. Swiftly and silently, he leapt down from the roof the long way around. Out of sight, and clearly focused on the tense stand off, no one saw him.

Porsche crept around the back of the armed men, before stepping out of the shadows towards them. The soft fur between the pads of his paw’s made his approach silent. Well, silent to a Human, but even a shifter would have a hard time hearing him.

With his head down low, he prowled forward. He could only see the back of the goon’s heads, the only face he could see belonged to that of man in the smart jacket. And he knew the very second the man caught sight of him.

His face went from ‘Fuck’ to ‘Oh. FUCK.’ in a blink. His thick eyebrows that had scrunched together in frustration suddenly flew up his forehead as his eyes rounded in shock. The man’s pale complexion only paled further, his lips a sickly peach hue, as his breath visibly stuttered in his chest.

The man with the gun, who stood in the middle of the gang, cackled with glee as he waved the gun carelessly about.

“Oh, is isn’t this beautiful boys? His highness is shitting himself.” The man jeered, as his crew laughed with him, suddenly high on the man’s fear. But the man didn’t take his eye’s off of Porsche, not even when the man levelled the gun at his head.

He knew who the real threat was here.

Clever man.

Porsche switched focus, eyes narrowing in on the man with the gun. Porsche sunk lower to the ground, as his claws appeared out of their sheaths. His breath slowed as he crept closer, ears flickering to catch the men’s cackles of the wall’s and dismiss them in kind.

Sitting back on his haunches, his shoulders wiggling to distribute his weight, he pounced.

Well, pounced was putting lightly. Porsche, in this form, stood at 5ft from shoulder to paw and 12ft from nose to tail. It was less of a ‘pounce’ and more of a ‘launch.’

He crashed into the oblivious man, a growl ripping from his throat as his claws sunk into the man’s back. The man let out a short scream before he slammed to the floor, his breath coming in struggling drags as Porsche put his full weight onto his front paws.

Ears back and fang’s flashing, he swiped a large paw to the crony next to him. The man stood there in shock, his knife still pointlessly aimed towards the suited man. Porsche caught his chest, the muscle in his shoulder rippling under his midnight fur. The man went flying across the floor, landing next to the wall in an anguished cry.

The other’s scrambled back, stumbling and falling as desperate curse’s left their mouths. Porsche turned on them and let out a roar that rattled his chest. His ears were flat, his mouth wide open and his tail swishing from side to side. As a warning, he lunged forward with two powerful swats of his paws.

The uninjured men stood in a semi circle around him on wobbly legs. One of them knelt down, eye’s never moving from Porsche’s form, to crouch by the injured man crumpled over by the wall. A fumbling hand twisting tight into the back of his jacket.

In front of Porsche was gun owner, though said gun had scattered off to the wayside. He was unconscious but alive, his shirt streaked with rips and tainted in blood.

A tense stalemate was drawn. Like a statue, Porsche held his ground with his head level to his shoulders, making his his whole back flat and streamlined. The only outwardly sign of agitation was the subtle, quick flicking of his tail.

Golden eyes twitched from one man, to another and then another, ready for any sign of movement.

With a yell of desperation a man to his right burst forward, his knife at the ready. Porsche whipped around, ready to take the man on but had to quickly scramble back as the man chucked his knife at him. It was a clumsy throw but he was close enough that it couldn’t really miss.

The knife caught the tip of his shoulder blade, but in this form it was as painful as paper cut. He let out a quiet t hiss at the sting. The man’s daring move allowed him to grab his unconscious cohorts arm, and, with adrenaline boosted strength, dragged him roughly across the ground.

Porsche quickly took back his ground, his feral yowl echoing against the walls. The men around him stank of fear, and also faintly of piss.

With a deep, threatening rumble that rose and fell with every breath, Porsche stalked forward. The men, not liking their chance’s, legged it down the multiple alleyways like rats in a sewer. They left with shouts and cut off swears, and Porsche listened intently as their scrambling feet grew fainter and fainter and the sounds of the city were all that could be heard.

Porsche let his shoulder’s sink down as the taught tension eased from his body. Raising his head he shook his body, from tip to tail, as a quick release of his pent up energy lingering in his muscles. Feeling remarkably better, Porsche suddenly heard soft steps behind him.

Porsche looked behind him and watched the man still under his piercing eyes. The man, who Porsche decided to nickname ‘Suit’s’, tried to shuffle around him, keeping close to the walls at hand. Porsche dragged his gaze from him to follow the man’s planned path. The abandoned gun lay a few strides away.

Shaking his head, Porsche made his way over to the weapon. To Suit’s credit he showed no outward sign of annoyance, but his eyelids did twitch in an amusing way. Porsche turned to head the man head on, and slowly raised his back right leg. With a slow quirk of the head and a panther’s version of a grin, Porsche placed his paw down on the weapon and kicked it backwards.

The weapon skidded across the floor once again until it hit the garbage container with a bang. Porsche plodded his ass down and sat in-between Suit’s and the gun, his long tail curling around him as he watched the man in amusement.

“Look.” The dishevelled man said, his palm’s open in caution. “Those men could come back any moment. I need that gun.”

Porsche held eye contact with the man before letting out a eye watering yawn. The man’s annoyance seemed to overwhelmed his caution as he shot the panther a glare. Porsche huffed out a rumble of a laugh, the sight of Suit’s thick eyebrows scrunching together wasn’t giving off the menacing aura he probably thought it did.

“Okay, how about a deal?” Suits offered. Porsche made a small noise of interest which made a shark like grin grow over the man’s face. “You protect me, here, until my men come to get me and I won’t go near the gun.”

Porsche gave him a levelled look before rolling his eyes with a huff. The man seemed to take Porsche’s dismissal in stride as he tipped his head to the side and looked the shifter up and down.

“How about payment? 10,000 baht? 20,000 baht? 50,000 baht?” Suits bargained, letting each offer hang in the air as he waited for Porsche to respond.

Porsche looked at the man incredulously. How exactly did he expect to pay him? Porsche wasn’t willing to shift back to swap bank details, this guy was fishy as hell. And seeing as that jacket hugged his form like a second skin, Porsche greatly doubted he had 50,000 baht on hand.

Porsche approached him, his head held high and ears pricked forward. The man tensed up again, his dark eyes glued to Porsche’s curious gaze. Porsche gave the man a sniff, the smell of sweat, fear and gunpowder radiated off of him. His natural scent was massively hidden under these dominating scents.

Porsche gave the man a once over whilst taking note of the posh jacket. Porsche was sure it was some shade of red, but right was now it seemed to be a murky dark green. A ring sat snuggly on the mans long fingers, and Porsche let out a little noise of intrigue. The man quickly curled his hands into a fist as he twisted it out of sight, but Porsche let it go. It was too gaudy for him.

The watch, however, gleaming under the alley’s dim lights, was more up Porsche’s alley. Not in style, but it seemed evidently expensive. Porsche nudged the man’s wrist with his soft nose, and when Suit’s didn’t get with the program, lightly head-butted his arm repeatedly.

Even though Porsche had been careful with his strength, Suit’s still got knocked off balance.

“The watch?” Suits asked, looking at Porsche intensely. Porsche nodded clearly, watching as a flicker of frustration shuttered over the man’s face. The panther was patient though, he could hear nothing but the man’s breath and rapid heart beat’s, so he felt reassured that they were safe for the moment.

The man let out a gruff sigh as he removed his watch and held it out for the him to take. Porsche softly took the accessory with his mouth. The mans arm twitched as his muzzle lightly brushed on his hand, but he stuck it out.

It took ball’s to have a hand so close to a strangers fangs.

Porsche stepped back, wanting to give Suits some space. The man’s breathing had begun to pick up, and it would look bad on Porsche if his ‘men’ came to get him only to find a 5ft shifter standing over his unconscious body.

The taste of the watch was disgusting on his tongue, the metal tang in his mouth grew as he carried it away. With a low, “bleugh” Porsche dropped it onto the floor.

“Do you even know how much that costs?” Suits asked as he sat down on a crate nearby. He leant against the wall with his hands tucked into his pockets and watched the shifter with a sneer.

Feeling petty, Porsche made sure to catch Suit’s eye before tapping the watch across the floor. The mans eye twitched.

Glee growing, Porsche hit the watch back to his other paw. And back again. Suit’s looked away, jaw tense and lips curled into a thin, tight line. Porsche continued with his playing, the sound of the watch rattling across the floor seemed loud in the city’s silence.

“Would you stop that?!” The man sniped. Porsche let out a huff of amusement, before reaching for the watch with his teeth. Secure in his jaw, he made his way back to his crate stairs, and with a few gentle bounds, he reached his spot on his roof and settled down.

“I paid you to protect me. How are you going to do that if you’re lazing about up there?” Suits called up, his eyes squinting as he tried to distinguish the dark creature against the night’s sky.

Porsche rolled onto his back, his view of the man now upside down. ‘Tough shit.’ His body language seemed to say.

“Fuck sake.” The man mumbled under his breath. Porsche wasn’t going to leave him, he had received payment for a job and he intended to see it through. But he didn’t trust Suit’s as far as he could throw him (which was pretty far, not to brag.) Porsche wanted a quick escape if the man changed his mind when back up arrived.

“You live around here kitten?” Suits asked, his annoyance still evident in his voice. Porsche let out low growl, not an answer but an acknowledgment of annoyance at the nickname.

“…Was that a yes?”

Porsche just chuffed, amused by the Human’s attempts to a question a panther. Who couldn’t speak.

Suits sighed and tilted his head back, his thick ruffled hair cushioning it against the brick wall. It was a shame, Porsche thought idly, he was a handsome man. He would of much preferred to have met the guy over the bar’s counter, made him a drink whilst enticing him into a chat with coy glances, but, oh well. Alley fights and shifted form’s it was.

They lapsed into silence. Porsche listened keenly for any footsteps but he also noted that Suit’s heartbeat had settled into a healthier rhythm. It was still high of course, he was being hunted and was a effortless leap away from a shifter twice his size. Porsche would find him odd if he wasn’t effected at all.

A few minutes later, a clatter of shoes came from the alley to his left. Porsche sat up, his fur standing on end and ready to jump down at moments notice. The steps got closer and closer-

“Sir?!”

A group of men fitted in black, smart suits dashed out of the alley entrance Porsche had been locked in on. Porsche’s new acquaintance stood up, the rigidity of his shoulder softening at the sight of his men. After realising that these Humans weren’t a threat to Suit’s, the shifter lay back down silently, careful to not draw attention, and watched as the guards swarmed the young man.

“Khun Kinn, Sir, are you alright?” The lead man asked as he quickly approached Suit’s. Or, Porsche supposed, Kinn.

“Yes. What took so long?” Kinn said, his voice but a growl. The men cowed slightly under his gaze before the straightened up, their chest’s puffing up.

“Our apologies, Sir, the alleyways made it harder for a safe extraction. We came as soon as we could.” One of the guards explained as they bowed slightly in apology. Kinn waved them off clearly not in the mood for forgiveness.

“The cars?”

“Parked by the riverside. If we take the alley over there, its only a 2 minute walk if we hurry.”

Kinn nodded in thought. He smoothed out his hair, straightened the lapels of his suit before walking towards the exit the man pointed towards. Immediately his guards stepped into formation, surrounding him in claustrophobic closeness.

“And don’t shoot the shifter, they… helped.” Kinn said reluctantly to the guard on his left.

“What shifter Khun Kinn?” A guard asked as he scanned the surrounding’s around them, hand resting securely on his gun. Kinn’s patience, now non-existent after this shit show of a night, stopped the group and whirled around to point to the panther lounging on the roof.

“Up ther- wait. Where did he go?”

Instead of a hulking form of the annoying shifter, and its soul rendering golden eyes, watching Kinn with an amused wave of it’s tail, there was nothing. Just a bare roof.

The shifter, longer then two of his guards put together, had just disappeared into the night without a sound.

Inspiration post, please give it some love. It's so well done.

Dear Anon who sent me an ask, I am sorry. I said it would be 3000 words, but it got away from me and turned into a 5000. I don’t know how this happen.

And as promised: @punchlove-blog . Thank you for your supportive messages, they make my day!

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heliopauseentertainments · 1 year ago

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Coffee Kwest

For badbang (on Dreamwidth) - Bad Bang V: The Rebangening

Illustrated here by @desdemonafictional

All formatting errors intentionally retained.

Continuity: IDW1 Rating: General Characters: Minimus Ambus Warnings: Crack & nonsense

Summary: Minimus is on a quest to get coffee.

Crossposting: AO3 | Dreamwidth

Fic below the cut.

The infuser. Full of tepid plain fuel.

The stimulant syrup packets. All gone.

The mug. Empty.

The worst possible scenario.

Minimus stared at the mug in his hands, decorated with a cute turbofox motif. A gift from Rodimus for his most recent creation day… that had been given a week late because the calendar reminder had been set up incorrectly.

The previous night, Minimus had double-checked his stocks for his morning warm beverage. There had been plenty, more than enough for several days, several doses.

The stimulant was there to protect his one remaining, most carefully guarded secret: that he was, in fact, a night owl.

Warm, stimulant-laced fuel was a necessary tool to maintain his hard-won façade of being a morning person. His routine was to get up earlier than was strictly required, throw back sufficient doses of the artificial illusion of energy, and let it take effect before actually leaving to where anyone could encounter him.

Now, all of his essential recreational stimulant-imbibing supplies were missing save for the mug and the wall-mounted infuser.

And without the supplies, Minimus was in no condition to actually investigate what was clearly a theft.

He had to get the doses… soon, from somewhere, from anywhere, before anyone could see him, before anyone could clue in that he’d been full of additional, petty lies for years. When stripped of his outer armor, his faux persona of Ultra Magnus, everyone believed Minimus had put all of his cards on the table, no more hiding, no more fibs.

Yet this one, so shameful in its seeming inconsequentiality, remained.

There remained but one thing to do.

Mug in hand, Minimus slid open one of the ventilation panels in his habsuite, before proceeding to crawl inside.

Minimus stuck his arm out of the vent, making scooping motions in the air with the mug.

The ventilation system had been made purposefully large in most places to accommodate maintenance access to otherwise remote components of the ship. For a species with such a variety of body shapes and sizes, it was best to engineer with near-universal compatibility in mind. Minimus, with his minuscule body, was well accommodated by the vast bulk of the system.

No one would find him, crawling around with the painfully empty mug clasped in his hand.

It wasn’t a quiet method of travel, but the Lost Light was generally full of noise at most hours of the day and night. The crew would likely not notice any banging sounds in the walls unless they were already paying attention to that sort of thing.

It would be fine.

Now if only he could reach the commissary’s large, mass-infusing equipment from the vent just above it.

Most of the crew was still asleep but the infuser was automatically operated at all hours, just in case. Night shift tended to consist of a few people stationed on the bridge or the security office or engineering, which meant few witnesses.

The infuser had a large tank on top.

He just needed to—Minimus leaned further, swinging the mug in a wide arc.

The edge of the mug caught the lip of the tank’s lid. Just a little more leverage and—The lid popped off, clattering to the floor of the empty commissary.

Victory was in sight!

The mug just needed to scoop out some of that precious, precious stimulating fuel.

He leaned more of his torso out into the air to dunk the mug in… but it wouldn’t reach.

Stretching, he groaned in frustration… before the mug slipped from his grip.

Splash.

Into the tank.

The mug, still empty, floated mockingly on the top of the fluid in the tank.

On instinct, Minimus lunged for it, to save the gift from a wet grave.

Impacting the tank’s wall, Minimus frantically grabbed for the edge, desperately trying to pull himself out before he could sink beneath the caffeinated waves.

Crack.

The reinforced glass gave way under his kicking and flailing, the liquid pouring out of the new hole and onto the floor.

Crack.

The infuser separated from the wall, tumbling sideways with Minimus and his mug, clutched protectively to his chest, still trapped within the tank.

Crash.

They spiraled to the ground together, where the tank shattered on impact and the rest of the infuser smashing apart nearby.

For several moments Minimus was dazed, lying on the ground and covered in both shards of glass and the sticky remains of the wasted fuel that could no longer go towards fixing his problem.

Precious, precious stimulant-laden fuel… wasted upon the ground like a missed opportunity, spoiled by his own hubris.

All the while, his exhaustion and disdain for the wee hours of the morning burned in the back of his optics like a curse.

He needed to press on.

Before anyone could find out.

After shaking the bulk of the glass off, he scaled the wall, miraculously intact mug in hand, and reentered the vent.

Only one option remained to him, short of attempting to steal the priceless beverage right out of someone’s hand. That was far too risky, especially covered in drying fuel and remaining shards of glass.

No, Minimus would have to raid one of the cargo bays, and get stimulant syrup directly from the stores.

Yes, this would require some adjustments in the inventories, but so would dealing with replacing the commissary’s bulk infuser that had been the tragic victim of unavoidable collateral damage. As the saying went, in for a shanix, in for….

Minimus couldn’t recall the next unit of currency above that. His situation was worse than he’d originally thought.

Crawling on his hands and knees, the mug clacking against the floor of the ventilation shaft, he found his motions growing sluggish, unsteady. Would he even make it all the way to the cargo bay like this?

He would have to.

There was no alternative.

A small crack in the ventilation shaft gave way. Alarms blared throughout the ship, triggered by the damage to the ship’s structure.

Minimus tumbled into the crates of cargo below, crashing through the top of one of them. The force knocked the crate from the top of the stack, falling to the ground and smashing open.

The crate’s soft contents squished on impact, cushioning Minimus’s fall.

Something sticky and thick clung to his frame. Minimus raised his hand in front of his face to see what exactly he’d fallen in.

A faintly glowing syrupy substance flowed slowly down his hand.

Wait.

Stimulant syrup.

He’d landed in packets of the stuff, some having burst open from the collision. The packets were scattered across the floor around and under him.

Without thinking, he licked the undiluted syrup from his hands.

The alarms continued to howl overhead.

But he didn’t care.

The unadulterated buzz from the syrup was working its way into his circuits, relieving the exhausted burn that had been nagging at him every step of the way.

Running footsteps echoed in the hall outside as Minimus ripped open packets of syrup with his teeth, unwilling to let go of the mug in his hand.

Soon.

Soon he would feel like a functional person—He faintly heard the doors to the cargo bay opening.

“Whoa.”

Miminus

#fic #one shot #minimus ambus #maccadam #idw1 #mtmte

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fatehbaz · 1 year ago

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In the March 1923 issue of National Geographic, a sketch of a tired-looking businessman invites the reader to the Tucson Sunshine-Climate Club. In the accompanying text, Benj. Lowe -- the archetype of the tired, busy, urban, white businessman -- attempts to coax all the other Benj. Lowes out there on the East Coast to recover from their unhealthy lifestyles by spending some time in Tucson, Arizona:

That night, for the first time in his hard-working, rushing life, Lowe came to himself. No vacations for ten years. Heavy responsibilities. Making money? Yes. Now on the verge of breakdown. What was it all worth, anyway? And then his eyes fell on a booklet his worried wife had sent for. It was “Man-Building in the Sunshine-Climate.” …Perhaps you, like Lowe, may find in “Man-Building in the Sunshine-Climate” the clue to robust health.

This form of health tourism began to appear in journal and newspaper advertisements not long after Tucson was originally incorporated as a city, in 1877. A promotional item published in the Arizona Daily Star in 1890 even went so far as to designate Tucson a place to cure serious pulmonary diseases. The rhetoric in these advertisements often framed the Sonoran Desert as “empty,” a place to be “discovered,” as if the Western lands of the continent had remained unoccupied and untouched all along. The process of “Man-Building” advertised by the Sunshine-Climate Club, therefore, carries a double meaning: building oneself and building one’s environment. [...]

With the proliferation of advertisements in magazines such as Ladies Home Journal and Journal of American Medical Association, a large number of [...] tourists [...] arrived to discover what the desert could offer. [...]

Throughout the late-nineteenth and early twentieth century, hospitals, sanatoria, health resorts, and other structures dedicated to medical treatment multiplied throughout the city of Tuscon [...]. These buildings were not in isolation, in the manner of nineteenth-century sanatoria in Europe or New England. Instead, they were open and integrated into the urban fabric [...]. In the late nineteenth century, upstate New York was among the most popular destinations for pulmonary health pilgrimages. With the opening of the Southern Pacific Railroad in 1880, however, towns with dry climates -- whose “pure and dry air … was not subject to severe seasonal changes” -- started bringing in crowds. [...]

Tucson reached its peak as the “health capital” during the 1930s, when the city’s roughly 30,000 residents were joined by about 10,000 health tourists visiting its twenty-one sanatoria, four hospitals, and four luxury hotels during the peak season. [...]

By 1928, Tucson’s planning and zoning commission had developed a new zoning system for such developments. Spatial buffers were instituted for sanatoria to ensure proper ventilation and isolation, dramatically altering the density and porosity of the city. In a residential neighborhood, for example, sanatoria had to be “set back 200 feet from the property line” and could only occupy “20 percent of the lot.” [...]

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Sanatoria quickly became a refuge only the rich could afford [...].

Tucson’s Desert Sanatorium was a massive complex of eleven buildings built in 1926 spread out over 160 acres. [...] Telescopic devices called radiometers were housed on the roof of the main hospital building, channeling and directing sunlight through small lenses into the treatment rooms and sunbaths below. The sanatorium’s research center, hospital, and nurse’s residences were scattered across the site [...]. Each patient’s room was annexed to a small wooden balcony visible on the façade. Wet spaces were tiled and interiors white-washed, with baseboards curving away from the walls to prevent dust from settling on their surfaces. Window openings or balconies were carved out from the massive, Pueblo-style exterior walls. The Pueblo style also appears in the interior common spaces as Navajo carpets, mural reproductions, and quilts. Patient’s rooms were named after native tribes such as Pima, Papago, and Navajo. [...] The appropriation of indigenous culture and symbols persisted in the visual language of the Desert Sanatorium. One patient handbook came with a postcard featuring an image of a highly cultivated Navajo garden, and a description of the Sanatorium’s services and facilities adorned with sketches of a “teepee,” “rain cloud,” “thunderbird tracks,” “broken arrow,” “mountain range,” and “bear track.” The symbol of eagle feathers is placed alongside the welcome note by the director to denote his status as “chief” of the complex. The last page of the handbook even contains a personal message from the illustrator, in which he wishes that “each little figure brings happiness … and a very quick recovery. May the Great Spirit Bless and Protect you.”

Despite the generous application of native iconography and mythology in the sanatorium’s literature, few measures were taken to actually care for the infected people in local indigenous communities. By the early twentieth century, indigenous communities, along with other poor minority groups in Arizona had the highest rate of tuberculosis in the region. [...] Carlisle Indian School dedicated an issue of [...] [their] magazine to provide news and guidelines to counter the disease. [...] These analyses are accompanied by photographs of the architectural conditions of the buildings. [...] The issue further suggests the American Indians whose lifestyle shifted from the “more sanitary teepee to the one and two-room box house” could not keep up with hygiene. The magazine sought to enable the “medicine man” to cure the sick [...] but not, however, without yielding to an institutional form of governmentality. The narratives [...] yielded to the top-down institutional logic of controlling bodies by prescribing protocols. [...]

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The disease, then, is not only a medical construct, but is firstly an environmental construct shaped by the climatic imaginaries which, in turn, shapes the urban context. Secondly, it is a social construct that privileges a certain lifestyle and class through its contagion and access to treatment. Lastly, it is a political construct, as it perpetuates the asymmetrical relationship between communities in the eye of the government and institutions. Amid these racial and economic imbrications, architecture is instrumentalized to facilitate institutional agendas. [...] Architecture perpetuates violence against the figure of the other.

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Text by: Gizem Sivri. “Desert Fever: Harvesting the Sun, Colonizing the Land.” e-flux (Sick Architecture series). December 2020. [Screenshots were edited by me and display only part of the advertisement, which is shown in its entirety in Sivri’s article. Caption is as it appears in Sivri’s article. Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me.]

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Riding the Edge

⦗ pairing ⦘ Tenth Doctor x Tenth Doctor, The Doctor x Theta Sigma, Tencest

⦗ word count ⦘ 12.6K

⦗ warnings ⦘ nsfw / 18+ only / minors dni

⦗ summary ⦘ The Doctor has been travelling with a dark alternate version of himself from another universe named Theta Sigma. After accidentally dropping a glass vial filled with a powerful alien aphrodisiac, the two Time Lords must seek relief in one another.

⦗ a/n ⦘ Okay so, this is my first fic in years, and I'm used to writing in roleplay format where the viewpoint alternates between characters, just to let y'all know.

Also posted over here on A03 Feel free to leave a comment in the replies! Please let me know if you liked it? :3 Anyway, enjoy~

"Extractor fans, on!" The Doctor called out to the TARDIS after the main console room was suddenly flooded with a powerful aphrodisiac gas. Coughing and waving at the air around him, the TARDIS began to draw in the harmful gas. It only took a few minutes to ventilate the entire room, but the damage seemed to have already been done.

"Ah! Well, that's unfortunate..." he blinked, coughing once more as he suddenly began to feel strange. It started in his fingertips, and then began to travel up along his arms and legs. A warm, tingling sensation. The effects would soon progress rapidly; body temperature would rise, and the tingling would soon shift into a painful aching of arousal that would only subside with one form of treatment.

"Are you alright?" He asked as he turned to his companion, whom he's secretly been harbouring feelings for. "I'm... I’m so sorry about this! I should have been more careful, I mean, I usually am! It just... slipped from my hands." the Time Lord frowned as he looked down at the broken glass bottle at his feet.

No matter how much he tried to cover his nose and mouth, Theta began coughing hard once the gas was released and had dispersed all around them. It was no use running to grab their gas masks, now that they'd already breathed in the chemicals. He waved his hand in the air, just like the Doctor, until the TARDIS successfully ventilated the room and cleared the gas.

This wasn't the first time that Theta's ever been affected by an alien aphrodisiac, but he could already tell that it would be the strongest. His hands were already tingling, the sensation washing through his entire body, making him feel disoriented, and a little high.

He couldn't help but giggle in response to the situation. Looking down at the broken glass between them. He pointed down at it, and then up at the Doctor, unable to contain his laughter.

"Did you just-?" he asked between laughs, "You realise what you've just done, yeah?" Theta asked and then coughed a few times again. His face began to flush in response to the gas, and from his amusement. "Of all the times to drop something, you drop that?"

The Doctor looked at the laughing Time Lord, trying his best to suppress his own laughter as well. It was quite the predicament they found themselves in, definitely not a normal occurrence for someone like him. As he felt heat roaring its way through his chest and abdominal region, he knew very well the only fix - and it meant getting close to Theta.

"Oi! Don't blame me for my clumsy ways!" He chuckled back, trying to keep lighthearted despite the embarrassing ache growing steadily lower. The smell of the gas was still faint, and Theta's flushed complexion seemed to only confirm the Doctor's suspicions. "At least it wasn't something boring, huh?" He asked, attempting to make light of the situation.

Taking a step closer, he reached out and gently placed a hand on the other Time Lord's shoulder, attempting to comfort him amidst the mess. His eyes were locked onto Theta's, trying to convey the seriousness and concern behind the playful façade.

"Well, uh… shall we try to help each other out? We both seem to be affected, and it's not going away anytime soon." The Doctor offered in a strained voice. It was never ideal, but unlike Theta, he didn't have experience dealing with such gas. However, he knew the solution was right in front of him - and it involved getting much closer than usual.

It didn't take long for Theta's laughter to dwindle, as he began feeling the effects quickly intensifying. He noticed his inhibitions instantly lowering, as a haze of lust and arousal started clouding his mind and body. The warmth from the aphrodisiac was unmistakable, as was the reaction that his body was giving.

Theta would've been lying if he said that he never thought about being intimate with the Doctor, but he never expected it to happen like this. Looking up at his other self, Theta smirked at his suggestion, and the way that he held onto his shoulder.

"This is your first time, with something like this… isn't it?" he asked, his own tone dropping as he recognized the seriousness of the situation.

Exhaling a breath, Theta reached up and loosened his crimson red tie. He could feel his temperature rising, almost nearly as quickly as his arousal.

"I think we should head to the bedroom and get undressed." he suggested, before taking the Doctor's hand in his and leading the way deeper into the TARDIS.

Since this wasn't Theta's first time, he knew they didn't have very long before the aphrodisiac would make them desperate, and he knew that they would want to be somewhere comfortable while they took care of each other.

Halfway to the bedroom, Theta let go of the Doctor's hand and began undoing the buttons of his suit. He also gestured for the Doctor to do the same.

Once they were in the bedroom, Theta shook off his black and red pinstripe blazer and threw it over the coat rack. Doing the same with the Doctor's, he smirked softly before pulling him closer by his tie. Before the Doctor could protest, Theta pulled him in for a deep kiss, coaxing his mouth open expertly with his tongue.

The Doctor nodded slightly, meeting Theta's gaze and not denying the question. He wasn't exactly ignorant to these kinds of aphrodisiacs, but he had never been the subject of one himself. Always the saviour, the one to bring solutions, but today it was different. He followed Theta's lead, heading into the TARDIS to find a private spot where they could navigate the uncomfortable arousal that crept in.

As Theta guided him towards the bedroom, the Doctor mirrored his actions, undressing and helping to remove his suit jacket, their fingers fumbling slightly under the influence. When they finally entered the bedroom, the urgency and intensity of the kiss caught him by surprise. He could feel his heart rate increasing with each passing moment, each second the aphrodisiac lingered.

Theta's tongue teased entry into his mouth as his fingers nimbly worked to loosen his tie, and the Doctor couldn't deny his own desire. Instead of pushing away, he responded eagerly, meeting the intimate invasion with equal passion. Their tongues danced together, heating up the room, as the rest of their clothes fell away.

Suddenly, he broke the passionate kiss with a gasp, glancing around the room and landing on the bed. "Let's get on the bed," he panted, guiding them both towards the soft mattress. He wanted nothing more than to satisfy Theta, to rid the overwhelming urgency plaguing them both.

Gently laying Theta down on the sheets, the Doctor hovered above him, staring intently into his eyes. He couldn't help but wonder whether this was wrong, or if it was fate. Regardless, he knew they needed relief and he intended to provide it.

Even now that their clothes had been discarded, Theta could still feel the chemicals in his body influencing his temperature. The only thing that always seemed to help ease the effects, was skin to skin contact, and they both knew that. They both also knew that they would eventually have to succumb to, not only climax, but sexual penetration.

Now that they were both undressed down to their briefs, Theta followed the Doctor towards the bed, but not before reaching into the bedside drawer and pulling something out. It was a small bottle of special lube that he knew would help make them feel even better. Smirking softly, he hid it underneath one of the pillows before laying down.

"Mm, this is much better, isn't it?" he hummed softly, pulling the Doctor on top of him by his slim hips. Groaning from the back of his throat, Theta could feel both of their hard cocks rubbing against each other through the thin fabric of their briefs.

The Doctor could feel Theta's eyes observing him as he laid on the bed, meeting his gaze with apprehensive curiosity. He watched as Theta slipped a bottle under the pillow, a sly smile playing upon the latter's lips. Excitement bloomed within him, understanding the intentions behind the action.

As Theta pulled him down, their erections rubbed against each other through fabric, heightening the anticipation that coursed through both of them. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of what was proper and what wasn't, given the circumstances, but ultimately, he surrendered to his desires.

Slowly, he wriggled his hips, guiding their groins together in a grinding motion. Hissing silently, he met Theta's heated stare before murmuring, "Lube… the sooner the better," matching his apprehension with a hint of courage. Surrendering to the situation, he returned the grinding motions, savouring the friction as it built their passion.

His lungs felt tight, and his chest rose and fell in ragged breaths. "Please. 'm assuming we don't need protection? Given the circumstances and all..." His words were barely audible, tainted by speedy breaths. With trembling hands, The Doctor's fingertips grazed Theta's hip bone, searching for his waistband.

Unsure of himself, the Doctor hoped this wasn't misguided, but his body craved the release promised by their intimacy. If this was the only way to relieve this intense discomfort, then so be it. He decided to dive in headfirst, casting his caution aside.

Theta's breathing grew heavier and heavier with each thrust of their hips against one another. The friction of their brief-covered cocks felt so good, but he knew that it wouldn't nearly be enough. The aphrodisiac was rushing through their bodies, clouding their minds with a haze of lust and need. But Theta wanted to take this slow, and savour every moment. He'd been wanting this for so long now, that he wasn't going to let it pass by so quickly.

Watching as the Doctor pushed himself up to straddle his thighs, Theta sucked in his bottom lip as he looked up at him. Underneath their clothes, they were physically identical in almost every way, except they had different beauty marks in various places. He smiled up at the other Time Lord, his own hands resting along the Doctor's spread thighs.

"It's alright, Doctor… we can take things slow." Theta reassured quietly, "As long as we keep physical contact, we'll be fine. Just… breathe…" he murmured softly, while his hands moved up to the Doctor's hips.

"How about we get these off first, hm?" he hummed, gently pulling at the waistband of the Doctor's briefs, and his own. He wanted to feel his cock against his, while he used the lube he'd hidden away to heighten their pleasure. It was a special lubricant that gave a tingly sensation when warmed up.

The Doctor found himself nodding into Theta's words, the idea of taking it slowly comforted him amidst their current state. His breaths slowed slightly at the assurance and gentleness in Theta's voice. As Theta began to pull down their respective briefs, he followed suit, setting aside any hesitation and concern to focus on the task at hand.

Naked underneath, their bodies appeared nearly identical, save for a few minor differences. And yet, there was something more tantalizing about them now – more vulnerable, more primal. The Doctor couldn't help but blush lightly, yet he fought it down. His gaze locked onto Theta's as their briefs hit the floor, their erections standing tall and ready.

He waited patiently, trusting Theta's expertise as he reached for the hidden lube. Underneath the aphrodisiac's influence, his skin burned with anticipation as Theta guided the slick liquid between their bodies. The coolness of the lube contrasted against the heat building inside him, and he whimpered softly at the initial contact. Anxiety and excitement mingled, leaving him vulnerable and raw before Theta.

With a shaky breath, the Doctor whispered, "Just... please," his gaze bouncing between Theta's and the lube. His body throbbed from the mounting desire, awaiting the next step in their unorthodox solution.

Theta's eyes flickered up to the Doctor's, catching his gaze as he squeezed some of the tingling lube between his fingers. He applied the slippery substance generously, ensuring it coated not just their shafts, but the sensitive tips as well. The tingles raced down his length as soon as the cool liquid met his heated skin, sparking a delighted moan.

Positioning themselves just right, Theta guided their cocks together, letting out a relieved sigh once they were aligned perfectly. Slowly, he began to stroke them together, the tingle from the lube set their nerves alive, making their breaths hitch and stutter.

"Fuck, yes..." Theta gasped, the sound of the Doctor's whimper making him even harder. "You like that, Doctor? Feels good, doesn't it?" he purred seductively as he stroked their slick cocks together with both of his hands.

The Doctor nodded, his eyes widening at the intensity of the sensations, the tingling turning into a fierce delight that built anticipation through his veins. He bit his lower lip hard, struggling to hold in more vocal expressions of pleasure. Electric waves danced over his sensitive skin, heightened further by Theta's skilled touch.

Their bodies mirrored each other, practically identical forms driven by reckless desires; a sight that created a strange sense of intimacy. Yet the Doctor was far too wrapped up in their grinding cocks to appreciate that for long.

His voice wavered, but determination prevailed. "Yes… it feels so good, Theta… Why didn't we do this sooner?" Swallowing hard, he panted inconsolably, "Make me cum... please – I can't take it anymore." He wanted nothing more than to dissolve into oblivion beneath Theta's guidance.

Their moans echoed through the room, lending urgency to their movements. Desire drew tight lines across his face, clinging onto the aphrodisiac's promise of relief. Chasing that relief became his sole pursuit, and he cursed their predicament internally.

Theta growled from the back of his throat at the sound of the Doctor's begging. He loved the sounds of pleasure he was making, and he was determined to hear more of it. He also loved the expressions on the Doctor's face as he continued to pleasure them both. The slick sound of the lube mingled with their combined gasps and moans echoed faintly in the bedroom. Theta could tell that the other Time Lord was trying to hold back, so he slowed down his strokes so that he could lean up and capture the Doctor's lips with his own.

Taking one hand away from their cocks, he quickly wiped it dry on the sheets beside them before he lifted it up to hold the back of the Doctor's neck. His one hand continued to slowly stroke the tips of their erections, both of which were leaking pre-cum.

Pulling back from their passionate kiss, Theta kept his hold on the back of his neck and gazed up at his counterpart through half-lidded eyes.

"Shh, shh, shh… it's okay, Doctor, we'll get there…" he murmured between heavy breaths and gentle kisses. He slowed down his strokes to a frustrating halt, intending to prolong their pleasure by teasing them both, and keep them from reaching the edge too fast.

"Deep breaths…" he advised the other man, while nuzzling affectionately at his jawline. "We're not done yet…"

Whatever feelings of frustration Theta intended to invoke were immediately overshadowed by relief; the Doctor sagged slightly, submission creeping into the contours of his features, and gratitude. He needed this - the control.

Theta's heavy-eyed stare held a world of promises, words without a single syllable being spoken. It was a silent reassurance, soft whispers carried on his warm breaths. His touch anchored the Doctor to reality, preventing him from spiraling off into desire's abyss.

Slow, deep breaths filled his lungs, and even the simplest of acts took on monumental importance now. Pre-cum glistened on the tip of his engorged member, twitching ever so slightly as he listened to Theta's advice. They were playing a dangerous game, and the Doctor knew it, but the other Time Lord's tenderness somehow made it bearable.

"All right," he whispered softly, "I'm ready." The Doctor gripped the sheets tightly, needing something to ground himself.

As much as the Doctor despised being kept waiting, there was something enthralling about the anticipation, the building tension. And inexplicably, knowing Theta held the key to release. There was beauty in control, even when he was the victim of it.

Theta smirked softly before swiping a teasing lick up at the Doctor's lips. He could sense that he'd calmed down enough, despite the excited twitch the other man's cock gave within his palm. He could feel the other Time Lord's heartbeat pulsing against his own cock, the sensation nearly making him lose control right then and there. He wanted to feel the Doctor's pulse like that, but all around his cock. But that would have to wait, he had to make sure that the Doctor wanted it too.

"… are you?" he wondered quietly at the Doctor's words, "Are you truly ready?" Theta whispered, before giving the Doctor's cock a gentle squeeze.

While keeping the Doctor's attention and gaze on him, Theta released his cock, but sneakily reached down lower, between his twins' legs. He watched the Doctor's face as he brushed his slick middle finger against his sensitive hole.

Using the remnants of the lube on his finger, he gently rubbed at his entrance in slow circles. Keeping himself from pushing his finger inside until he knew he really wanted it. He was testing the other man's reaction, as well as attempting to draw out more of those delicious sounds of pleasure that the Doctor was trying to keep inside.

The Doctor couldn't help but let out a soft whimper as Theta's finger played so closely around his entrance. He was definitely ready and eager for what was coming next, but he wasn't one to rush into things. The anticipation was part of the fun, after all. He gazed into Theta's eyes, trying to convey his desire and trust in the alternate version of himself.

His breath hitched when Theta started rubbing the sensitive area just below his navel. It was a ticklish yet erotic spot of his that he never told anyone about, it sent shivers through his body. "Yes, I'm ready," he breathed heavily, his voice barely above a whisper. The Doctor's hands tightened on Theta's hips, he needed to feel their bodies connected, skin to skin.

When Theta finally pushed his finger inside the Doctor, he let out a soft moan, getting lost in the sensation. He slowly rocked his hips, matching the rhythm of the finger eagerly probing him. "More… I want more," he begged, leaning down to steal a kiss from Theta's lips. He craved the feeling of being filled, of submitting to Theta's expertise and dominance. The anticipation was killing him, but in some twisted way, he enjoyed the agony and ecstasy it brought.

Theta decided to indulge the Doctor further by carefully pushing in another finger. He moved them both slowly within him, stretching and prepping him for what was to come. The Doctor's pleading fueled his desire even higher, the sound was like music to his ears. He pulled back slightly, breaking their passionate kiss, "Don't worry, baby. I'll take care of you…"

His smirk grew wider as he leaned in once again, placing a soft kiss to the corner of the Doctor's mouth. Then, he dipped lower, trailing open-mouthed kisses across the Doctor's jaw and along his neck. With his free hand, he reached for the bottle of lube again.

Latching his mouth onto the most sensitive part of the Doctor's neck, he began sucking and nibbling at it. Intending to leave a dark love bite, Theta used this opportunity to distract the Doctor while he pulled out his fingers, leaving him empty.

Hearing a whimper of disappointment leaving his younger alternate self, Theta bit down on his neck even harder, knowing how sensitive this spot was, as it was also a weak spot of his own.

Without looking, he squeezed a decent amount of lube onto his fingers, and then some more onto both of their cocks between them. Letting go of the Doctor's neck, he gasped softly from the cool tingling feeling of the lube. "Stroke me, Doctor… feel how much I want you… how much I need you…" he panted as he pulled back, gazing up at the other Time Lord.

With his lubed up fingers, Theta returned them to the Doctor's entrance. Rubbing them teasingly over his hole, he waited until the other man obeyed his instruction before he continued prepping him.

The Doctor moaned against Theta's lips, his hands desperately clutching onto the sheets as he felt another digit added into him. He writhed on top of the other Time Lord, his arousal growing with each touch. When Theta broke away, he sighed out loud, and hung his head down on Theta’s shoulder in frustration. But the sensation of those heated kisses along his neck and jaw convinced him otherwise - he couldn't help but groan and thrust his hips, seeking more.

He felt the cold lube drip down between his thighs, and although he wanted nothing more than to be entered, he did as he was told. His fingers met Theta's thick cock, stroking slowly at first before increasing speed. Theta's reddened cock head glistened with pre-cum and lube under the dim lights, making the Doctor whine at the sight. He gripped tighter, stimulating himself too, matching their rhythms together.

"I want you too," he breathed out, feeling the anticipation building up within him. His breath hitched when Theta began preparing him once more, the contrast between the cool lube and warmth in his core creating a unique sensation. "Please, just-..." he trailed off with a soft whimper.

Despite his protests, the Doctor complied with Theta's command. Each stroke of their cocks synced perfectly, their eyes locked together in passion and desperation. He could hear his own hearts beating faster and faster, the scent of their lust hanging heavy in the air.

Theta smirked deviously as the Doctor obeyed his orders, stroking both of their cocks together, just as he did earlier. He watched hungrily as the Doctor's grip tightened, matching their movements perfectly. Theta grinned - he knew all too well how close he was to claiming this body that he already knew so very well.

Finally pushing three fingers fully inside the Doctor, he reached up with his free hand to the Doctor's hip, holding him steady. The younger Time Lord whined loudly, unable to keep quiet despite how hard he tried. Leaning back up, Theta pressed another hungry kiss to his lips before whispering darkly into his ear. "Please, just- what?" he asked tauntingly, wanting the Doctor to finish his sentence.

Sliding his fingers out of him slowly, he replaced them immediately with the tip of his length, which he pulled out of the Doctor's grasp. He rubbed the smooth, blunt head of his cock against the Doctor's slickened hole. Back and forth, he rubbed against it, his breath hitching in his throat from the teasing sensation.

The Doctor's eyes fluttered shut, his mouth slack as pleasure overwhelmed him. His breathing came out ragged, each thrust against Theta's fingers causing waves of euphoria. When their lips met once again, he moaned into the kiss, the sensation almost too much to handle.

As Theta questioned him, he murmured softly, "Just... please..." He hesitated for a moment, unsure whether he should ask for more. "Please fuck me," he eventually finished in a hoarse whisper, thoroughly ashamed of his uncharacteristic submission. But at the same time, the pulsating desire between his legs was impossible to resist.

His own cock twitched in his grasp, glistening with pre-cum. The Doctor looked down at Theta, his gaze full of vulnerability and need. He hoped that Theta understood what he was asking for, and that the alternate version of himself wouldn't deny him. The Doctor was willing to try anything to get closer to him at this point. His body arched instinctively, desperate for affection and release.

Theta's eyes sparkled dangerously as the Doctor finally asked for what he truly desired - the ultimate surrender. Withdrawing his fingers, he glanced down at the Doctor's leaking member, feeling satisfied that he had driven him this far.

Suddenly, he grabbed the Doctor’s waist and flipped him onto his back. Climbing up over him, he positioned himself right at his entrance. "Are you sure, baby?" he asked teasingly as he rubbed the smooth, blunt head of his cock against his slick opening.

Theta wanted to see if the Doctor would dare challenge him, to push back or beg for mercy. He found it amusing how much he could control this situation.

But it seemed the Doctor relished this game as much as he did, because he nodded eagerly, "Please, Theta..." The pleading tone only drove Theta further into a frenzy. He slowly pressed in, taking his time to adjust to the tight heat enveloping him.

Theta muttered a curse under his breath when the Doctor's inner walls clenched around him, driving him mad with desire. Claiming his lips in a demanding kiss, he began thrusting slowly, testing the waters before picking up pace.

The Doctor's eyes widened in surprise as Theta flipped him onto his back, showing no mercy as he positioned himself at the entrance to his body. He whimpered faintly,

"Y-yes," struggling between defiance and desperation. However, seeing the mischievous grin on Theta's face reassured him that this was exactly what he wanted.

As Theta gradually entered him, the Doctor couldn't help but gasp. His body tightened involuntarily, before slowly adjusting to the new intrusion. His nails dug into the bedsheets, his entire being focused solely on the sensation of being claimed. He knew very well that resistance was futile, and instead surrendered completely to Theta's actions.

It only took one kiss to set the Doctor ablaze in fire. The dominant, insistent taking of his lips fueled his need for more. As the pace increased, he cried out in pleasure, holding onto Theta’s shoulders for support. The rhythm felt foreign yet almost familiar, echoing the dynamics of their relationship.

His hearts throbbed as quickly as Theta's thrusts, his nerves screaming with pleasure and pain. The Doctor gasped into the kiss, "Harder, Theta... please... don't stop," he begged, his voice raw and torn. He was close, so incredibly close, and he wanted nothing more than to share that moment with Theta.

Theta hummed approvingly, speeding up as soon as the Doctor gave in to his desires. The younger Time Lord's submission was more delicious than he imagined, thrilling him to no end. He enjoyed the Doctor's frantic gasps, the desperate way he held on to him, and especially that vulnerable plea for harder.

Their bodies slid together, sweat moistening their skin. The pleasure was intense, and Theta could feel the Doctor clenching tightly around him, his body begging for release. It was a beautiful dance, a perfect representation of power and passion.

Theta leaned down to nip at the Doctor's throat, growling deeply as his hips started moving recklessly. His grip tightened on the Doctor's waist, feeling him squirm beneath him.

With each thrust, he heard the Doctor panting his name, the words becoming louder and more urgent. Theta revelled in the screams of pleasure, knowing he was edging closer to the peak.

And just as Theta felt the final moments approaching, he pulled out suddenly, leaving the Doctor crashing down in pure confusion and disappointment. "Oh no, not yet, baby... I still haven't had enough," he snarled possessively, rubbing his tip against the Doctor's entrance.

Theta would give him no relief until he was ready. Until he was drowning in the ecstasy of Theta's dominance as a whimpering, needy mess.

The Doctor cried out in protest, his body jerking wildly when Theta abruptly pulled out. Angry and frustrated, he tried to grab at the other Time Lord, only to find empty air as Theta had pushed himself up and kneeled between his legs. "No, please! Don't stop!" he begged, his voice shaking with unsatisfied lust.

He was aroused beyond measure, desperate for more of Theta's touch. Every inch of his skin tingled with anticipation, waiting for that slick invasion once more. His hearts pounded erratically, his mind swimming with confusion and desire. He didn't understand why Theta would toy with him like this - but he couldn't deny that it excited him, as well.

When Theta's hand wrapped around his cock again, he let out another moan, arching underneath him. The Doctor knew this wasn't over yet, and somehow found himself grateful for it. His breathing became ragged, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

His hearts hammered against his ribcage, craving the promised sensation of Theta inside him again. And yet, there was something thrilling about being denied, about experiencing the exquisite torture of delayed gratification. The Doctor whimpered softly, begging desperately, "P-please, Theta..."

Theta chuckled at the Doctor's plight, enjoying every second of his desperation. He squeezed his shaft firmly, watching as the pre-cum dripped down its length. He leaned down, planting small kisses along the Doctor's temples, shoulders, chest - anywhere he could reach, without going back inside him.

"I know you want me, baby," he whispered seductively, brushing his nose against the Doctor's. "You're such a good boy, letting me take control."

Theta thrust three fingers into the Doctor's hole once again, eliciting a loud cry of surprise from him. He pumped them in and out ruthlessly, stretching him wide open while constantly brushing his prostate. The Doctor bucked wildly under his touch, the desperate need to cum evident on his flushed face. Theta could see the tears welling in the Doctor's eyes, and it was beautiful.

"Yes! Yes, Theta please! Feels... so good," the Doctor whined, pushing back onto Theta's fingers. His body trembled, and he struggled to keep up with the intense sensations overwhelming him.

The taunting tug on his erection added to his torment, nearing the edge without being able to leap off. It was as if Theta was a puppeteer, controlling every string attached to his desires. He was helpless under his manipulation, a fact that both frightened and exhilarated him.

He stared up at Theta, his face a mask of desire and vulnerability. The Doctor's hearts raced wildly, the lines of time blurring as they merged into one moment. The Doctor's thighs quivered, his muscles tense and strained, eager to feel Theta's return.

"I... I promise, I'll be yours whenever you want, just please... take me... fill me up," he groaned. His voice broke slightly at the end, begging for mercy amidst the chaos. He needed this more than anything, despite knowing he was playing a dangerous game.

Theta smirked at the Doctor's pleas, noting the newfound submission in his voice. He withdrew his fingers abruptly, causing the other Time Lord to cry out in protest.

"Please, no more games," the Doctor begged, "Just fuck me, Theta. Please."

Theta chuckled softly, leaning down to capture the Doctor's lips in another crushing kiss. As he kissed him hungrily, he slowly pushed back into him, filling him with a single, slow thrust.

The Doctor gasped into their kiss, his eyelids fluttering as he adjusted to Theta's return. His arms wrapped tightly around Theta's neck, a silent plea to stay inside of him this time.

Theta pulled back slightly, gazing down at his lover with hooded eyes. "Such a good boy, begging for my cock," he murmured, thrusting harder now. The Doctor's cries filled the room, intermingling with the wet sound of flesh meeting flesh.

The Doctor's breath hitched as Theta reclaimed him, every muscle in his body tensing with pleasure. He couldn't help but whine softly, arching greedily into the deeper thrusts. The Doctor clung to Theta, needing the security his strong embrace offered.

"Yes, please... fuck me hard, Theta," he breathed against his lips. "I beg you, don't stop."

He was close, so agonisingly close. Every slap of flesh against flesh drove him further into the abyss, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. The Doctor squeezed Theta's neck, his nails digging lightly into his skin as he cried out in passionate need.

"I... I love you... oh god, Theta!" The admission slipped past his lips unexpectedly, raw and unfiltered. His cheeks turned red, shocked by the sudden confession. But there was no denying it anymore - he was falling in love with this ruthless creature.

Theta's thrusting intensified, matching the tempo of their pounding hearts. The Doctor bit his trembling lip, tears streaming down his face as he clawed at his shoulders. Each throb of Theta inside him brought him closer to the edge, his body crying out for release.

Theta smiled, relishing in the Doctor's confession. "That's right, baby," he purred, "Tell me how much you love me while I fuck you…"

He watched as the Doctor's expression twisted between pain and pleasure, his features contorting beautifully. As he slammed into him, Theta reached down to pinch one of his nipples cruelly.

"Say it again," Theta commanded.

Noticing the tear tracks on his lover's face, he instinctively leaned down and licked at the Doctor's tears without even thinking about it.

The Doctor couldn't help but comply, his voice breaking as he uttered the words again. "I... I love you, Theta." The confession came easier this time, fueled by their shared passion.

As Theta continued thrusting, he arched his back, taking every stroke graciously. The pinch of his nipple only heightened his lust, adding a new intensity to the experience.

Theta's tongue tracing the path of his tears was surprisingly tender, sending shivers down his spine. It was both comforting and arousing, making him want more of this unusual affection.

"God, yes... keep going, please! Just a little... bit... more," the Doctor begged, his voice hoarse and raw. The pleasure was building up too quickly, threatening to send him spiraling into oblivion at any moment.

His nails dug into the sheets beneath him, a stark contrast to the tenderness of Theta's touch. The Doctor was caught between desire and fear, unsure of what lay ahead for them both.

Theta smiled at the Doctor's pleading tone, gauging his limits with a glance. His grip tightened on the pillow underneath the Doctor's head, bracing himself as his hips kept up their brutal pace, listening intently to his repeated confession and begging.

"So lovely," he murmured, lapping his tongue along his tearful cheek again. A strange sense of satisfaction washed over him, feeling needed, loved and desired all at once.

Their bodies collided furiously now, sweat mixing and mingling between them. Theta could feel his own release looming, teetering dangerously close to the edge. He wanted to share this moment with the Doctor, but he also craved control.

"Look at me," he growled softly, forcing the Doctor's gaze upward. When their eyes met, Theta held his stare while thrusting harder still. "Cum with me, Doctor. Show me just how much you love me."

It wasn't just a command; it was an invitation to lose themselves together. The heat between them burned bright, promising both ecstasy and ruin in equal measure.

The Doctor swallowed hard, locking gazes with Theta. In that moment, he saw something beyond ruthlessness; he saw vulnerability and a thirst for connection. And it terrified him.

"I... I will," he promised, his voice barely above a whisper. The power dynamics shifted, and the Doctor found himself longing for their simultaneous release.

Every thrust sent ripples of pleasure coursing through him, the pressure building within him like a storm brewing. He counterattacked by reaching down, gripping his leaking shaft once more.

The Doctor stroked himself feverishly, matching Theta's pace as best he could. He looked up into those golden eyes, searching for a glimmer of trustworthiness hidden within.

"I mean it..." he mumbled, stuttering slightly before finding his rhythm again. "I... I really love you, Theta."

Theta's eyes widened at the fierce determination in the Doctor's gaze, unable to resist the pull any longer. He increased his pace, matching the fervor of their emotions.

"I love you too," he whispered, burying his head in the crook of the Doctor's neck, hiding his face from his own confession. Hearing those three words again brought something primal alive within him. His hearts pounded deafeningly in his ears, drowning out everything else.

"Cum with me, Doctor," he demanded into his ear, thrusting deeply as he felt the familiar surge of release beginning within him.

His hips moved erratically now, driven by sheer need rather than skill. Between breaths, he praised the Doctor with sweet nothings, encouraging him towards climax.

Reaching for the Doctor's free hand, he entwined their fingers and held on as their energies merged from the intimate act.

The Doctor's grip tightened on his shaft, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as Theta's words echoed in his mind. He could feel it then, the love bleeding into their actions, creating an inextricable bond between them. The sensation of Theta's hand in his made everything more intense, their bodies dancing as one.

"Right here, Theta... with you," he panted heavily. Their connection was unlike anything he'd ever experienced; it was beautiful and terrifying at the same time.

He closed his eyes, surrendering to the inevitable as his thoughts swam with Theta's promises. Their fingers intertwined, a tangible reminder of their connection. With one final desperate stroke, he let go.

His orgasm crashed into him like a tidal wave, leaving him breathless and gasping for air, every nerve ending igniting at once. Crying out as a mixture of pleasure and relief washed over him. His vision burst into stars, blinding him momentarily.

The Doctor clung to Theta, his hearts pounding against his chest. As he climaxed, he felt Theta follow suit, the pleasure-pain of their simultaneous release washing away all doubt and hesitation.

For a moment, their world dissolved into an explosion of pleasure, leaving only love in its wake. His body shook from the intensity, still caught in the afterglow. Despite everything, he couldn't deny the profound connection they'd just shared.

Theta's own release exploded inside of him like a supernova, his body convulsing as he emptied himself into the Doctor. Their connection seemed to intensify in those last few moments, leaving them both lightheaded and breathless.

He pulled away slightly, panting harshly as he gazed down at the Doctor. His golden eyes reflected the intensity of their union, softening with awe and gratitude.

"You're mine now, aren't you?" Theta asked, pulling him closer for a slow, tender kiss. He didn't want to lose this feeling - the warmth, the safety, the promise of something more than mere survival. This love was dangerous, but so was every other decision he'd ever made. And somehow, it felt like exactly what he needed.

Theta ran a fingertip along the side of the Doctor's face, wiping away the lingering tears that had fallen during their climax. He knew theirs was a fragile relationship built upon chaos and darkness, yet for now, there was nothing but peace between them. The weight of their love hung heavy in the air, threatening to swallow them whole.

"Tell me, Doctor… tell me it wasn't just the gas…"

The Doctor hesitated, searching frantically for the right words. He couldn't deny the truth of his feelings anymore; they were bonded now, whether he liked it or not.

"No, no it wasn't... just the gas..." he whispered against Theta's lips, basking in the tenderness of their kiss. "I... I don't know what we are, but... I need you."

Feeling vulnerable, he let out a soft sigh. Their connection was fragile, but it was real. In that moment, they were more than just lovers - they were bound together by something deeper than lust.

"We're both damaged," the Doctor finally admitted, his voice shaking slightly. "But maybe, just maybe..." he looked into Theta's eyes, hoping he'd see the same fear underlying their love. "We can heal each other?"

As much as he knew their relationship was doomed to fail, he clung onto hope, believing in their potential as unlikely saviours. For now, all that mattered was the warmth of Theta's embrace and the promise of a future that could exist beyond chaos.

The Doctor traced his finger along the curve of Theta's jaw, drawing him in for another soul-deep kiss. Their hearts pounded together, a testament to their shared vulnerability and unyielding devotion.

Theta's features softened, he hadn't expected such honesty from the Doctor, but it resonated with him deeply.

"I need you too..." he confessed, returning the tender touch on his cheek. For all their flaws and darkness, they needed one another - a fact neither could deny anymore.

His lips met the Doctor's once more, capturing his breath in a passionate embrace that transcended their troubled pasts. The connection was undeniable; it was a sun and moon locked in an eternal dance across the cosmos.

Pulling back from their kiss, he pressed their foreheads together gently . "The gas may have brought us here… but it's our choice to stay."

Beneath the wreckage of their lives and the darkness within them, there was a flicker of hope. A small thread connecting them in the most unexpected way. And suddenly, Theta understood: this was worth fighting for.

"You are the only one I would ever let even try to heal… whatever's broken in me." Theta whispered honestly. He never got close to anyone these days, and if he did, the darkness inside of him would always end up consuming them.

"Now… how about we get you cleaned up?" he smiled softly at the Doctor, before leaning in and playfully brushing his nose against his.

The two of them were still connected, but as much as he wanted to stay inside of the other Time Lord, Theta wanted to show the Doctor just how much he meant to him.

Breathing raggedly, Theta slowly pulled out of the Doctor. He let out a soft groan from the loss of contact and how sensitive he still was. His golden yellow eyes traveled down over the Doctor's body, and he moaned from the sight of the Doctor's cum over his chest and belly. He wanted to know exactly how he tasted, so he carefully lowered himself down, and began licking up the remnants of the Doctor's orgasm from his body.

The Doctor watched in awe as Theta descended upon him, his hearts pounding with anticipation. This was an intimacy he rarely allowed anyone else, yet he felt safe in this moment.

He moaned softly, arching his back as Theta's warm tongue traced the length of his chest. Each lick only heightened his growing arousal, making him squirm beneath him.

"Theta... that feels... so good..." he panted, while gently holding onto Theta’s shoulders. Their gazes locked, filled with raw hunger and need.

"Please... more..." he pleaded while his hands trailed down, and his fingers dug lightly into Theta's strong arms. He'd never experienced such a rush of desire before, and it left him feeling both weak and invigorated at once.

As Theta continued his gentle assault, the Doctor closed his eyes, letting the sensations wash over him. He trembled, suddenly aching for more as he pushed his hips upwards in silent encouragement.

His body reacted before his mind could catch up, eager for another taste of Theta's touch. Their love had taken on a life of its own now, and he was helpless to resist its pull.

Theta hummed in agreement, relishing the feel of the Doctor's body under his tongue. His own arousal was still apparent, semi-hard and gently pulsing against his thigh. He wanted to take more than he was given, but their present state wouldn't allow for another round just yet.

Instead, he continued to clean the Doctor with tender care, feeling a desperate need to show him his true feelings. Theta moaned from the very taste of the Doctor's cum. Pressing open-mouthed, wet kisses on his warm flesh after licking it all up, Theta paused, his golden gaze lifting to meet his lover's needy auburn one.

A hint of mischief danced in their depths as he whispered, "Now, now, Doctor… we mustn't rush, or we'll risk burning ourselves out entirely." he smirked and winked up at him teasingly.

He pressed another wet kiss to his stomach, and then just below his navel, right where he was most ticklish. Chuckling from the way it made the Doctor whimper and thrust his hips up again.

In that moment, Theta's nostrils flared as he caught the scent of the Doctor's arousal. His mouth watering at the sight of his semi-hard cock, he leaned down low and licked a tantalizing stripe up the length of the Doctor's growing erection.

"Mm, seems like I missed a spot…"

The Doctor gasped, his breath hitching as Theta's tongue teased him. Every touch was deliberate, every movement designed to drive him wild.

His body twitched, aching for more even as the slight sting of laughter echoed in his ears. Theta's teasing sent shivers down his spine, leaving him breathless and desperate for more.

"Oh god, Theta..." he whined, gripping the sheets beneath him tightly. He felt exposed and alive, craving the feeling of their connection once again.

As Theta's tongue trailed up his length, the Doctor groaned loudly, every brush against his sensitive skin making him shiver.

"I... please, Theta..." he begged, his hearts racing wildly. He needed this, needed the reassurance that their love was real. Their passion was a force of nature, one that threatened to consume them both. But for now, it was all they needed - a beacon amidst their darkness.

Theta grinned wickedly, enjoying the sight of the Doctor's pleasure-stricken face. He lowered his head further, taking the tip of the Doctor's cock into his mouth gently. Slowly, he began to suck and swirl his tongue around it, playing with the sensitive nerves hidden underneath.

"My perfect little Doctor... you always were a greedy one. Is this what you want, baby?" he murmured teasingly, caressing the base of his shaft with one hand. Theta couldn't help but grin wider, knowing how much this tormented the Doctor. He knew that nobody else had ever seen him like this, he could sense it through their very connection.

The Doctor moaned, his fingers digging into the sheets as Theta took him in. Their connection surged through him, an electric current that ran from head to toe.

"Yes... please... don't tease me, Theta..." he begged, his voice straining with need. Every touch from Theta felt like electricity coursing through his veins, lighting him up from the inside out.

He closed his eyes, tilting his head back in pleasure. The sound of Theta's purring laughter sent shivers down his spine, igniting a fire in his loins.

"You're driving me insane..." he groaned, his breath coming in ragged gasps. It was a cruel game, but one he was willing to play for eternity if it meant feeling this close to Theta.

He arched his back, his hearts pounding with each lick. They were on a precipice, hovering between love and obsession - two near identical souls bound by their primal desires.

His renewed erection throbbed and began to ache for release. He clenched his fists tightly, trying to hold on as long as possible.

"More... please, more..." he whimpered, needing this connection to survive.

Theta hummed in response to the Doctor's pleas, loving the sound of his begging voice. He knew they had a fragile balance between love and obsession, and he intended to push it as far as it would go.

His tongue swirled around the head of the Doctor's cock, licking droplets of pre-cum from its tip. The salty sweet taste made his mouth water, and he groaned into the sensitive flesh.

"Such a greedy Doctor... always wanting more," Theta murmured, finally taking him fully into his mouth. He bobbed his head gently, swallowing him down until his nose brushed against the curls of his pubic hair.

He looked up at the Doctor with golden eyes alight, taking in his aroused form beneath him. Their connection was tangible, pulsating between them like an electric charge.

Relaxing his throat, he sucked him slowly, all the way up and down his shaft. Using one hand to gently fondle the Doctor's balls, massaging them in his palm in a way that he knew he would love. Closing his eyes, Theta concentrated on pleasuring the Doctor, in a way that he knew no one had ever done in years, if not centuries.

When he sensed that the Doctor was getting too close, Theta groaned around his cock and pulled up and off of it. Cupping the swollen head of the Doctor's cock in his palm, Theta gathered up his saliva and spat down on it. Using the slickness of his spit as lubrication, he shallowly stroked the Doctor's tip. His other hand left his tender balls, and caressed the other man's thigh, up and up, until he was holding down the Doctor's hip, keeping him from thrusting up.

"Not yet, Doctor… you'll cum when I want you to cum…"

The Doctor let out a strangled cry as Theta's lips engulfed him. The sensation was overwhelming, a surge of pleasure that sent his world spiraling.

His fingers dug into the sheets as he tried to hold on. His senses were heightened to the point of delirium, and he welcomed it with open arms. This was what he craved, what he needed - to be taken by Theta in every single way.

When Theta suddenly stopped, he whined in protest, struggling against his grip. His skin was slick with sweat, every inch of him thrumming with desire. It felt like a whirlwind of pleasure and pain, a perfect storm of their desires colliding.

"No! I need you, Theta!" he cried out, bucking his hips helplessly. He needed this connection, this love that burned between them like wildfire.

As Theta stroked his tip, the Doctor hissed in frustration. The promise of release was so close, yet so unattainable. He stared into Theta's golden eyes, begging for mercy with every fiber of his being. But it was too late, he knew that. Theta held all the cards.

The Doctor moaned, his hips jerking up despite Theta's restraining grip.

"Why are you doing this to me?" he demanded, his voice raspy. His hips bucked again, his breaths ragged. He needed to feel their connection, to feel whole again.

Letting go of the Doctor's aching member, Theta moved to hold down both of the other man's hips, keeping them absolutely still. He could feel the other Time Lord's body tremble and shake, his muscles tensing from the desperation that threatened to overwhelm him. The sound of the Doctor's begging was like a drug for Theta, and he didn't think that he would ever get enough.

"Why am I doing this to you?" he repeated huskily, his eyes darkening as he watched the Doctor squirm beneath him. "Because I know you can handle it…" Theta smirked as he lowered his head down, giving the Doctor's length another long lick from base to tip, right along his throbbing vein, "because I know how strong you are… and I know how badly you've needed this. Someone to take control." he murmured, before blowing a cool breath over the Doctor's heated flesh.

He allowed the Doctor a few moments of respite, so that he could pull back from the edge. While his hands massaged his hips, Theta moaned from the beautiful sight before him. The Doctor's brows were pulled tightly together from both agony and ecstasy, his body covered in a thin sheen of sweat that glistened in the dim bedroom light. Those thin hips squirming beneath his hands, so desperate and needy.

"Just breathe, Doctor… trust me…" he whispered, waiting patiently for the Doctor to comply.

Once he sensed that he'd calmed down enough, Theta smiled and slowly leaned back down. His face hovering mere inches from the Doctor's cock, "Good boy." he whispered, before taking it back into his mouth, still holding his hips down with both hands.

"I trust you, Theta," the Doctor panted, his voice shaky. His breath hitched as Theta's mouth enveloped him once more. The sensation was indescribable, a rush of ecstasy that left him breathless.

His eyes fluttered shut as he tried to stay still, feeling the waves of pleasure wash over him. It was both pure agony and bliss, a tightrope walk between sanity and ecstasy.

Theta's words calmed him slightly, easing some of the tension that had built up within him. Forcing himself to stay still, he took deep breaths, letting the other Time Lord take control.

The Doctor fisted the sheets as the pleasure built up once more. It was almost too much to bear, but he was determined to give himself over to Theta completely.

Feeling Theta's hands securely holding him down, he let out a small, thankful sigh. It was both achingly painful and maddeningly pleasurable.

As Theta began to suck him again, the Doctor let out a keening whine. The intensity of the pleasure was almost too much to bear, but he was determined to give in to it.

Letting go, he threw his head back and celebrated this new form of acceptance, of love, and control.

His grip on the sheets tightened as the heat between his legs grew, building to a fever pitch. "Oh… Theta," he gasped, "you have no idea how much I want you to make me cum…"

Theta purred at those words, feeling its vibrations rumble against the Doctor's cock. His hands gripped the other man's hips tighter, holding him in place as he continued to suck him. His throat relaxed, allowing the Doctor to slide further in.

Theta loved this, giving the Doctor pleasure and listening to him beg for more. He had never felt this kind of control before, but now he realised how much he enjoyed it. Taking in this other version of his past self into his body, he could feel it - the connection between them, pulsating like an overwhelming current.

He pulled back again, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. The Doctor's body was drenched in sweat, his eyes half-closed from the pleasure. He looked so beautiful, so desperate, just like how Theta always craved him to be.

Leaning in again, Theta sucked the Doctor's cock deeper than he had before, his nose brushing against the dark fuzz nestled between his legs.

'Tell me how good it feels, Doctor,' he whispered telepathically, penetrating his mind now, as well as his body. He found that he loved hearing these details, the descriptions of how good it actually felt.

Theta glanced up for a moment, catching the Doctor's gaze, his mouth still full of cock. 'You're so gorgeous, so responsive…' he moaned, setting a slow and steady pace as he expertly deep-throated him.

The Doctor let out a low, desperate moan as Theta's nose brushed against his fuzzy pubic hair, "Theta," he whimpered, feeling the pleasure building up inside him. Every stroke down his throat was like a lightning bolt, coursing through his veins, making him ache for release.

Feeling Theta's hands tightening on his hips, the Doctor gasped, "It feels..." he had to take a deep breath, "so good, so perfect…" he finally managed to get out. His eyes locked with Theta's, "Please..." he pleaded, "Please don't stop."

His fingers dug into the sheets, his hips bucking despite Theta's grip. Every stroke sent shivers down his spine, a trembling mixture of lust and longing.

Every deep thrust pushed the Doctor further towards the edge, closer to the point of no return. But he wanted it, needed it, right here, from Theta.

As Theta's tongue traced a lazy circle around the tip, the Doctor shouted out, "Come on, Theta… I need you to make me cum!"

Bobbing his head slowly up and down, Theta pulled up and began swirling his tongue around the head. Purposely tonguing the sensitive nerves and slit, he let go of one of the Doctor's hips so that he could use it to gently stroke the base of his length. He knew how crazy this would drive the Doctor, as this very treatment had the same effect on Theta when done to him.

With his eyes closed and his lips wrapped around the swollen head, he gently sucked the tip and continued licking the underside with his tongue.

Feeling as though the Doctor had enough of this slow torture, Theta opened his eyes and gazed up at the other Time Lord through his lashes.

'That's a good boy… now, I'm gonna let go of your hips… and I want you to use them to fuck my mouth until you cum.' Theta ordered him, while still using his telepathy to speak while his mouth was full of the Doctor's cock.

'Ready, baby?' he asked, and when he saw the brief nod, Theta let go of the Doctor's hips.

Holding and gently stroking the base with one hand, Theta positioned himself so that the Doctor could easily use his hips to thrust up into his waiting mouth and throat.

'Now!'

The Doctor's eyes widened at Theta's command, but he enthusiastically nodded in agreement, not wanting to break the moment. He released his grip on the sheets and eagerly grabbed onto Theta's free hand that wasn't stroking him.

Pumping his hips in rhythm with Theta's expert strokes, the Doctor started thrusting, his head thrown back as he groaned dramatically.

'Fuck, yes…' he thought, feeling the heat building within him, getting dangerously close to the edge. Every thrust seemed to propel him further into pleasure's abyss.

A high-pitched moan escaped him, shivering as the muscles in Theta's throat worked around his shaft. With each surge, the Doctor's pulse quickened. Every glide down his throat was sending sparks flying, making his skin buzz with anticipation.

Feeling Theta's hand guiding him, his movements grew frantic. He couldn't hold back any longer, "Theta," he moaned loudly, "I'm gonna cum!"

Hot and riveting pleasure surged through him as his cock pulsed and shot his load of warm cum down Theta's throat. 'Oh, it feels so good…'

Theta hummed in approval as the Doctor's hips rocked against his mouth, his hand still stroking it slowly in a matching rhythm. It added an unexpected twist, watching the other Time Lord lose control and fuck his mouth like that.

As the Doctor teetered on the edge, Theta couldn't help but moan, sucking harder and swallowing as he did. The taste was unlike anything else, adding another layer of excitement to this encounter.

When the explosion finally came, Theta gulped and swallowed, his eyes glancing up at the man above him. The Doctor was so beautiful, glistening with sweat and passion. Every twitch and jerk spoke to him, reassuring Theta that he made the right choice.

Theta's body pulsed with heat, his own hard cock rubbing against the bed underneath him. He continued sucking and swallowing, before carefully letting go of the Doctor's cock with a lewd 'pop'.

As the Doctor lay there panting, staring up at the ceiling, Theta carefully and gently stroked him until he began to soften in his hand.

Once the Doctor was out of breath, Theta slowly rose up to lay beside him while his hand caressed the other man's spent body. His deft fingers trailing over his stomach and chest, until they brushed over one of the Doctor's hardened nipples, playing with it. Licking his lips, he smirked softly at the reaction this gave.

His own throbbing erection was now resting along the Doctor's hip, but Theta was patient enough to allow the other Time Lord some rest before paying it any attention.

The Doctor lay there breathless, staring at the ceiling as his body tried to adjust to the intensity of what just happened. Licking his lips, he couldn't help but glance at Theta, who was now laying beside him.

His eyes followed Theta's hand as it trailed up his torso, a soft gasp escaping him as Theta played with his nipple. Shivers ran up and down his body, making his hearts beat a little faster again.

The Doctor turned to Theta, running his fingers through his hair as he stared into his golden yellow eyes. 'Theta...' he whispered his name through their telepathy, a faint smile forming on his lips.

Feeling Theta's heavy erection laying over his hip, the Doctor shifted slightly, so that he could lean over and kiss him deeply. 'Thank you...' he sighed, feeling a content warmth radiating from inside of him.

The Doctor's hand caressed Theta's cheek, "But now it's my turn. Please, let me take care of you," he murmured, while his thumb gently traced the bruise-like circles beneath Theta's eyes.

Theta's hearts skipped a beat from the tenderness in the Doctor's voice, his own eyes fluttering closed as their lips met. He sighed softly into the kiss, taking in the Doctor's warm embrace. This was something he hadn't experienced in so long, if ever - genuine affection, and pleasure shared between two Time Lords.

When the Doctor moved and suggested turning the tables, Theta smiled softly and reached up and held the Doctor's wrist still. He truly believed they had something special between them. Something that had been missing for far too long.

As the Doctor's thumb traced the bruise-like circles beneath Theta's eyes, he felt a strange warmth in his chest. "Soon, baby… for now I want to keep tasting your lips." he murmured. His eyes lulling closed as he reached up to hold the back of the Doctor's neck, he pulled him close for another passionate kiss. He was fine with allowing the Doctor this time of rest, knowing that he'd probably need it.

Laying back on the pillows, Theta pulled the Doctor over him and continued kissing him. His tongue gently coaxed open the other Time Lord's lips, licking into his mouth and letting out a moan from the taste of him. He could still taste the Doctor's cum, and he knew that the Doctor would be able to taste himself now as well.

The Doctor's hearts swelled with happiness, feeling Theta's lips press against his once more. As he opened his mouth, accepting the other's tongue, the connection between them became even stronger. Their tongues danced, sharing traces of each other's flavour.

The Doctor revelled in this moment, laying on top of Theta and kissing the other Time Lord passionately, his hands roaming over his body. He marvelled at how different, yet familiar this experience felt.

When Theta finally pulled away, his eyes met the Doctor's, and he could see the sincerity in them. Nuzzling Theta's neck, he whispered, "This is something... extraordinary..."

He listened to Theta's words, nodding lightly as he kissed his way down his neck and shoulder. The Doctor's hand gripped his length, gently stroking him and feeling the warmth radiating from it. "Let me know when you're ready..."

With Theta laying back on the pillows, the Doctor took a deep breath, 'I hope this is okay...' he thought, before lowering his head and sucking gently on one of Theta's nipples.

His tongue flicked at it, swirling around it before doing the same to the other side. He wanted to give Theta the same treatment he had received earlier, and make sure he was satisfied as well.

Theta would have been satisfied with simply kissing and holding the Doctor, but he could sense that the other man genuinely wanted to reciprocate the pleasure that was just given to him. Had they been human, the two of them would've needed a much longer resting period - but since they were Time Lords, neither would have to succumb to exhaustion for long, as their stamina quickly replenished itself.

He smiled from the way the Doctor nuzzled him, and began kissing down his neck and shoulder. A quiet groan rumbled from the back of Theta's throat as he felt the Doctor's hand wrap around his cock, stroking it tenderly.

'Yes… it's more than okay,' Theta replied to the Doctor's thoughts telepathically as his eyes closed. He savoured the feeling of the other man stroking him, but he couldn't help the way he lazily rolled his hips into it.

He moaned appreciatively as the Doctor licked and played with his nipples. His hand lowering to weave his fingers through the Doctor's brown locks, Theta sighed happily from the love that he felt through the Doctor's touch.

'I love you so much, Doctor…' he murmured through their mental connection. He still found it difficult to say the words out loud, while maintaining eye contact, but he knew that the Doctor could feel his sincerity.

The Doctor inhaled a silent gasp at Theta's confession, feeling the love and sincerity running through their mental connection. His own hand quickened its pace around Theta's length, feeling him buck under his attention.

Another low moan escaped him, realising this wasn't simply lust, but an emotional connection as well. The Doctor's mind was racing, wondering what this meant for both of them. With a slight smile, he stopped sucking on Theta's nipples, licking the sensitive buds before moving further down his chest.

As he reached Theta's abdomen, the Doctor looked up into his eyes for a brief moment. 'I love you too, Theta...' he whispered back mentally, supporting himself on his arm as he moved closer to lick along the length of Theta's pulsing member.

Focusing on the taste of his lover, the Doctor gently sucked the head of Theta's arousal, and then ran his tongue over the length of it. His hand glided in sync with his mouth, trying to bring pleasure to the other Time Lord. He cherished these moments with him, while not wanting it to end. However, he knew they needed some relief before their hearts exploded from the sheer intense desire.

Theta shivered from the Doctor's teasing suckle on his nipple, his fingers tightening slightly in those soft wisps of hair. He felt the wet heat of the Doctor's mouth envelop his shaft, sending shivers throughout his body.

A strangled whimper escaped him when the Doctor's tongue swirled around the crown. He clutched at the sheets, desperate for more as his hips arched involuntarily. The sensations coursing through his entire being made him feel weak. The fact that this intimacy was with someone he loved intensified it even more.

'Deeper, harder…' he pleaded through their connection, his control slipping ever so slightly as the Doctor's lips and hands worked in tandem. His need for this man bordered on desperation, it had been far too long since he'd allowed any sort of intimacy into his hearts.

Understanding his desire, he wrapped his lips around Theta's member, taking him deeper into his mouth. The Doctor could feel the energy pulse, urging him on.

His free hand gripped Theta's leg, pulling it up and opening him further. He continued to suck and stroke him eagerly, feeling the other Time Lord's control slipping. 'You're getting there, my love...' he thought, feeling Theta's pleasure increase with each motion.

The Doctor increased the pace, taking him even deeper and moving faster. Gazing into Theta's eyes, he could feel the love and passion burning within them, which fueled his own determination to satisfy him.

His other hand wandered, gently caressing Theta's balls, feeling them tighten with each thrust of his mouth and hand. The Doctor wanted this to be perfect, as if they were setting the course for their future together.

'Please, Theta... let go,' he whispered telepathically, his eyes locking onto the other Time Lord's, urging him to reach his climax. He refused to stop until Theta found relief.

Theta felt his body begin to tremble, the energy coursing through him threatening to consume him whole. He panted heavily, his head thrown back in pleasure as the Doctor all but worshipped him. The control he had tried to maintain crumbled beneath the Doctor's insistent mouth.

"Fuuuck!" he cried out, his entire body arching as bliss washed over him. He felt a sense of euphoria unlike anything else, knowing this bond stretched beyond physical pleasure. He came hard into the Doctor's mouth, his cock pulsing with each spurt of cum, which he felt the Doctor swallow every drop of.

As he slowly came down from his high, Theta could sense the Doctor waiting for his permission, and he rewarded him with a brief mental nudge towards the solution to their next predicament. He smirked and rolled over the half-empty bottle of lube that had lay almost forgotten beside them.

"Take me…" he suggested breathily, eager for the other Time Lord to find his comfort as well. He needed to feel that connection again, the mutual embrace of their bodies and souls.

"Use me, Doctor…" Urging him on, he breathed heavily, even as aftershocks still rocked him from the release that had only just happened. He wasn't sure if he could cum again so soon, but he knew the Doctor needed to, and that's all that mattered to him now. The aphrodisiac wouldn’t allow him relief if Theta didn’t let him.

The Doctor quickly swallowed the last of Theta's release, pulling his lips away from him with a soft kiss to his tip. Nodding at the request, he wasted no time in reaching for the lube. He knew Theta was once again offering him release, and he was beyond grateful for it.

Slicking up his own cock and fingers, the Doctor teased the entrance to his lover, gauging his readiness. 'Are you ready?' He questioned silently, his eyes searching for any sign of discomfort.

Once assured, the Doctor pushed into Theta slowly, letting out a relieved breath as he entered his love. He paused to allow Theta to adjust, feeling the other Time Lord tense around his length.

With a tender smile, the Doctor began to thrust gently but firmly, finding a rhythm that brought them both pleasure. He leaned in, kissing Theta softly between each movement, wanting to assure him of their connection.

The Doctor was determined not to rush this; it was important for them to share this moment in its entirety. He gave into the sensations, feeling the heat of Theta's core clutching at him with each thrust.

'Do you want me to be rough?' he asked silently, knowing Theta enjoyed dominance during their encounters.

Theta relaxed into the Doctor's embrace, feeling the connection between them grow stronger with every thrust. He let out small sounds of pleasure, enjoying the slow and gentle pace before the intensity built.

When the Doctor asked if he wanted to be rough, Theta allowed a small smile to pull at his lips. "Yes, please..." he replied softly, craving that edge of dominance from the Doctor. He could sense the other Time Lord's battle with his own restraint, but he needed more.

As the Doctor started to pick up the pace, thrusting harder, Theta let out a soft groan. The sensation of being taken by someone he cared for deeply intensified everything. He gripped the sheets tightly, his skin prickling with anticipation.

Theta couldn't help but whimper when the Doctor hit just the right spot within him, making his eyes flutter shut. He was beginning to feel the familiar tension building once more.

Even if his cock was still sensitive from his recent climax, it was still hard and throbbing against his belly. It was too sensitive to be touched, but he knew that if the Doctor continued with his rough pace, he could come again without even needing to be.

The Doctor grinned, reacting to Theta's request. He pulled back and slammed into him, loving the sound of pleasure that left the other Time Lord's lips.

He continued to thrust forcefully, feeling Theta tighten around him with each deep stroke. Their energies mingling and amplifying the sensations for both of them. The Doctor knew Theta's limits, respecting them yet pushing the boundaries just enough to grant him release.

The intimacy they shared reached another level, each thrust echoing the depths of their love. The Doctor could feel himself nearing his own orgasm, unable to hold back any longer.

As he thrust into Theta one last time, he felt the energy surge through them both; it was as if their souls were melding together with each movement.

The Doctor reached down and grasped Theta's sensitive member, stroking it gently as the other Time Lord came again. Feeling Theta's release and pleasure was the perfect culmination for him, driving him over the edge.

"Oh, Theta..." he moaned, pulling Theta close as they both came together, their climaxes intertwining perfectly.

Once they'd both caught their breath, the Doctor held onto his love tightly, whispering soft words of reassurance and affection in his ear.

Theta gasped at the Doctor's touch, feeling the final push send him over the edge once more. He let out a long, drawn-out moan, arching into the other Time Lord's touch. Theta loved how the Doctor knew exactly what he desired, and he revelled in their shared climax.

When they finally slowed down, Theta breathed heavily against the Doctor's shoulder, feeling the comforting embrace that surrounded him.

"I never realised how much I needed you..." he confessed softly, his cheeks reddening slightly. Part of him wondered if admitting this vulnerability would change something between them.

He could feel the energy finally receding - the aphrodisiac spent. Yet despite the relief, he didn't move from the Doctor's warm grasp.

The Doctor smiled, holding onto Theta as they both caught their breath. It was a rare moment of vulnerability that he cherished.

"And I've always needed you," he replied, leaning in to kiss Theta softly. There was a tenderness in the action, a promise hanging in the air that they would always find comfort in each other's arms.

He felt Theta stiffen slightly at his confession but remained silent, keeping an eye on him. The Doctor respected his partner's hesitancy; he knew their relationship had its complexities.

As the aphrodisiac's effects wore off, he felt a twinge of disappointment but focused on the comforting embrace between them. He didn't want to break this moment, not now.

The Doctor kissed Theta again, whispering to him, "You'll always find solace here... whenever you need it."

His words were backed by a silent vow - a promise of unwavering support and love. He hoped their bond would stand strong, no matter what other challenges they faced.

Theta took a moment to gather his thoughts, looking up at the Doctor with a mix of relief and gratitude in his eyes. Their shared experience truly brought them closer than ever before.

He nodded slowly, accepting the comforting words that resonated within his hearts. He knew their bond was unique and strong; their connection transcended anything he'd ever felt before.

"Thank you... I don't think I've ever felt so needed, or wanted." he whispered, feeling an unexpected weight lift off his shoulders.

He leaned into the Doctor's touch, wrapping an arm around him in return as they lay there together. In that moment, all that mattered was their love for each other and the safety it provided.

Theta closed his eyes, feeling content despite the challenges ahead. For now, they would rejoice in their newfound closeness; knowing they were there for one another was enough to face whatever came their way.

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