Title: My Heart Belongs To You
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Ten.5
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: NC-17
Table: smut_69
Prompt: 49, Heart
Author's Note: The human version of the Doctor is being referred to as John Smith in this fic, since it's the Doctor's human alias and his clone needed a name.
Author's Note: Spoilers for Journey's End, somewhat. This is an completely alternate take on the ending of Season Four.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the Tenth Doctor, or his human clone. Please do not sue.

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This was what he'd wanted all of his life, the Doctor thought as he thrust inside Jamie. This coupling, this love, this closeness with the man in his arms. This was all he wanted or needed to make him happy, the only gift he would ever need to receive.

Their connection went beyond the physical, beyond even love. He and Jamie were part of each other; they belonged together in a way that no one else had ever belonged with him, or ever could. Being with this man was the best thing that could possibly happen to him.

Nothing else in his life could ever be so completely right, so utterly perfect. They had been through some bad situations since they'd been together, but they had come out victorious, and now was the time for them to celebrate those victories.

This hadn't been planned; he hadn't thought that Jamie would want to be made love to, but the other man had insisted. And now, here they were, locked together in ecstasy, their bodies expressing themselves in a way that no words could touch.

The Doctor tightened his arms around his lover; moaning Jamie's name aloud as he thrust more deeply into the other man. His thrusts were answered with Jamie raising his hips, his slender legs tightening around the Time Lord's waist as though to push him in further.

The two of them had always been in accord when it came to their lovemaking, but this time they seemed to be literally fusing into one being; he was almost sure that he himself could feel Jamie's pleasure, that they were bound together in a magical circle of sensation.

He wasn't normally the more dominant partner in their relationship, but then, Jamie brought out a side of him that didn't often show itself. A more primitive side that needed to exert itself, to wrap this man in his arms and make Jamie completely his.

And Jamie had actually asked to be made love to, with downcast eyes and an adorable blush creeping across his features. The Doctor had been surprised by that request; it had been unexpected, but most definitely not unwelcome.

They had come together in a flash of passion, their bodies and souls entwining in a way that they never had before. Why was that? the Doctor thought, his senses dazed and reeling. Why did this time seem so much more special for them than any other?

He didn't know, and he really didn't care. All that mattered was having Jamie in his arms, the two of them fused together as one being, their lovemaking touching a part of their hearts and souls that it had never broken through to before.

Both of them were both close to the edge; he could feel Jamie's body starting to stiffen and shake in his arms. Only a few more moments before they were both flung into a spiral from the dizzying heights they'd ascended to, floating to the ground safely in each other's arms.

Another thrust, then another. Jamie's slender thighs tightened against his sides, his lover moaning into his ear, those thin arms wrapped around his shoulders. Jamie's nails dug into his back, but he hardly felt the slight pain for the pleasure that was engulfing him.

His orgasm was fast approaching, inevitably moving forward on a tidal wave of sensation and emotion. He had never felt this way with anyone else; no one had been able to meld those two feelings together so seamlessly, making them so completely a part of his being.

The Doctor closed his eyes, thrusting one last time into the man beneath him before hearing Jamie's cry of pleasure; his own cry followed mere seconds later, his body shaking and spasming as he fought to keep himself from collapsing on top of his lover.

Jamie's body arched against his, then relaxed; his lover's arms tightened around him, moving to wrap around his waist and pull him close. The Doctor slid out of Jamie's body slowly and carefully, sighing in contentment and resting his head on the other man's chest.

He could hear the single heartbeat there, the heart that beat only for him. He'd never heard such a lovely sound in all of his life; there was something about the one strong, steady heartbeat in Jamie's body that called to both of his hearts, drawing them even closer.

They belonged together, in every way. This man had been made for him -- made of him. What could be more right than that they should love each other? Maybe others would see it as wrong; he saw it as the culmination of a hope he'd long treasured.

No, Jamie couldn't be with him for all of his life. But he would be a part of the Doctor long after his human life span had ended; he would always be here, a part of the Time Lord, firmly ensconced in his mind, his soul, and most of all, in his hearts.

He raised a hand to stroke Jamie's cheek, letting himself relax and revel in the afterglow of their exquisite lovemaking. He hadn't expected it to happen, but it had been one of the most marvelous experiences of his life, and he hoped that Jamie felt the same.

"I love you," he whispered, the only words that seemed appropriate to voice at this moment. "You're my hearts and soul, Jamie. You're my world. You're everything to me." All right, so maybe he was being very extravagant, but those words were nothing more than the truth.

"I love you too, Doctor," Jamie murmured, one hand stroking the Time Lord's hair. "I've loved you since the first moment I came into being. You were the first person I saw, the first person I felt a connection with. I've known from the beginning that I was meant to be with you."

"My hearts drew me to you even when my mind said that we couldn't be together," the Doctor said softly, resting one hand on Jamie's chest and feeling his heart beating, strong and steady. "And your heart beats with mine, love. It always will."

"My heart belongs to you," Jamie whispered, covering the Doctor's hand with his own. "My heart, my body, my soul -- everything. I'm all yours, Doctor, in every way. I always have been, and I always will be -- from now until the end of time."

"Everything that I have, and everything that I am, is yours," the Doctor told him, taking Jamie's hand and pressing his lips against the other man's fingertips. "I couldn't have a greater gift than you, Jamie. You're all I'll ever want, or need, in this life and any other."

"Merry Christmas, love," Jamie managed to say before the Doctor's mouth captured his own. The kiss seemed to sear through their very souls, cementing their bond and bringing the two of them closer than even the recent union of their bodies had done.

"Merry Christmas," the Doctor murmured against his lover's lips, one hand moving down Jamie's body, caressing the silken skin of his hip. He had no doubt that they would spend the rest of Christmas Day here in bed -- and there was nowhere else that he would rather be.

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