Title: Deep Blue Something
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Mick St. John
Fandom: Doctor Who/Moonlight
Rating: NC-17
Table: 100_tales
Prompt: 14, Blue
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Tenth Doctor or Mick St. John, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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The Doctor looked up at the man above him, winding his thin arms around Mick's neck and pulling his lover down for another kiss. His moan of pleasure as Mick thrust into him again was swallowed by that kiss; his own hips bucked upward to meet the other man's.

How could he have survived for so long without this in his life? He and Mick were made for each other; it didn't matter that he was hundreds of years older than this man. And it didn't matter that Mick was a vampire, a creature that he'd never known before.

Mick was more human than many, many humans he'd had the displeasure of meeting. This man had more honor, more integrity, and much more compassion than most of the human race; he was someone to be proud of, someone to spend a lifetime with.

And they had that lifetime, the Doctor thought, moaning and arching his back into the next thrust. Mick wasn't going to age and die, fade away out of his life. This man would live forever, just as he himself would; though there were obviously ways to kill both of them.

He couldn't tear his gaze away from those beautiful blue eyes that seemed to be searching his soul; there was something about the way Mick looked at him, especially when they were making love like this, that made him feel he was floating amongst the clouds.

Those eyes drew him in; they could flash blue fire when Mick was annoyed with some situation, or they could be as soft as the summer sky on Earth. He'd never seen such remarkable eyes, eyes that had captured his attention from the first moment they'd met.

He couldn't look away from those eyes whenever they met his own. That deep shade of blue was striking, mesmerizing. There was something about Mick's eyes that demanded the attention of anyone he fixed that piercing stare on -- and he always got that attention.

Their gazes were locked now, as surely as their bodies were entwined in their lovemaking. Mick's eyes were searing into his soul; the Doctor was sure that his vampire lover could read his thoughts, could look deep into his dual hearts and see all the emotions written there.

No one had ever been able to look into his soul in the way that Mick could. Those deep blue eyes could see into the wells of his consciousness even better than he himself could; those eyes were far more perceptive than he should be comfortable with.

But he didn't mind Mick searching his soul. This man could look deep into his psyche and pull out any information hidden there that he wanted to; the Doctor trusted him completely. He never wanted to keep any secrets from Mick; there was no reason for him to do so.

Another thrust, then another -- and he was plummeting through space, closing his eyes tightly as wave upon wave of pleasure swept over his body. He was falling to the ground from dizzying heights that no one else had ever taken him to, landing safely in his lover's arms.

It seemed like a very long time before he opened his eyes again; when he did, his first impression was of being cradled in blue pools of fire, a flame that didn't burn, but only caressed and warmed. Mick was looking down at him, those blue eyes fixed on his face.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he murmured, unable to think of anything else to say. He was so inundated with pleasure that his brain felt fuzzy, as though he couldn't think; all he wanted to do was to let himself melt into Mick's gentle embrace.

"Because I love looking at you," Mick answered, a smile curving his full lips. "And you're looking right back at me, y'know. Besides, when I look into your eyes, the lights are on, and somebody's definitely home. I like that. I like seeing so much intelligence looking back at me."

"You love me for my mind?" the Doctor asked with a soft laugh, stretching his lean body out in Mick's arms and wrapping his arms around his lover's neck to pull the other man down for a heady, passionate kiss, a kiss that took his breath away.

When they finally pulled away form the kiss, both men were panting, and Mick's blue eyes were slightly glazed. "If you kiss me like that again, you might get more than you bargained for," he whispered into the Time Lord's ear. "As soon as I can go again, that is."

"I'd be happy to just lie here and stare into those incredible blue eyes all night," the Doctor said, raising a hand to stroke Mick's cheek. "Your eyes are amazing, Mick. They remind me of .... blue fire. Or blue diamonds. They're such a deep, piercing shade of blue."

"Most people have told me that they're sky blue," Mick said with a shrug, blinking. "Or the color of the deep blue sea. Either one is fine with me -- but I think I like your descriptions better. They're a lot more innovative and interesting than what I usually get."

"Well, no one else is going to be commenting on the colour of your eyes but me!" the Doctor said with a laugh. He didn't like the idea of other people giving his lover compliments on those beautiful eyes, but he had to accept the fact that Mick had been with others in the past.

"Don't worry, Doctor," Mick said softly, capturing the Time Lord's hand in his own and bringing it to his lips to kiss his fingertips. "Nobody's going to say anything like that to me again. And if they do, I'll just shrug it off. Nobody's compliments mean anything to me next to yours."

"I like thinking up ways to describe your eyes," the Doctor said softly, his own dark eyes still locked with Mick's. "There's something about them that defies description, though. I keep thinking that they can be described as deep blue .... something. Any words seem to fall short."

Mick laughed softly, releasing the Doctor's hand to run his fingers through the Time Lord's tawny hair. "I've never had anybody rhapsodize about my eyes before. People have given me compliments, but none of them have been as sweet as the things you say."

The Doctor blushed at the compliment; he hadn't expected Mick to say something like that. "I don't say them just to be sweet," he mumbled, feeling a little embarrassed. "I say nice things about you because I happen to believe they're true."

"So my eyes are a deep blue .... something," Mick murmured, his words punctuated with a soft laugh. "I like the phrases you come up with to describe them. I'd say that yours are a deep chocolate, but that's only going to make us both hungry."

The Doctor couldn't help laughing at those words, shaking his head. "I've heard that before," he said, not wanting to go into who had said his eyes reminded them of chocolate drops. Jack had laughed and said that the description made him hungry, too.

"Your eyes are like the deep blue at the most intense part of a flame," he whispered, wanting to turn the subject away from Mick's contemplation of his eyes. "The flash of blue fire at the heart of a finely cut sapphire. The blue of an indigo sky just before it darkens to dusk."

"You have a beautiful turn of phrase, do you know that?" Mick whispered, brushing a few errant strands of teh Doctor's hair back from his face. "I love the things you say to me. I might not see them in myself, but as long as you do, then that's all that matters."

"I see the man I love when I look at you," the Doctor told him, his voice catching in his throat. "And it's love that makes me say the things I do. If I didn't love you, then I don't think I could come up with those turns of phrase you seem to enjoy so much."

"Right now, I don't want you to say a lot of words," Mick breathed, leaning closer to the Doctor, his intense gaze seeming to ignite into blue fire in the dimness of their bedroom. "The only thing I want you to do is moan my name when I make you come."

"I don't think I'll have any problems doing that," the Doctor told him, a shiver of anticipation running through his body. He wrapped his arms around Mick's neck, pulling his lover down to him again, their lips meeting in a kiss that sent molten lava coursing through his veins.

He couldn't find words now to describe his lover's eyes if he tried. He could rack his brain forever, and with the way that Mick was touching him, no words that made any sort of sense would come into his mind. All he could do was close his eyes and savor the feel of that gentle caress.

Deep blue, he told himself, opening his eyes once more to look into those pools of blue flame that burned so intensely into his own. Deep blue .... something. He didn't need any other words; all he needed was the knowledge that he loved this man, and that they would be together for eternity.

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