Title: Satisfaction Guaranteed
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Michael Cutter
Fandom: Doctor Who/Law & Order
Rating: PG-13
Table: VRD challenge - Orange, 5_prompts
Prompt: Eating segments of an orange
Warning: ongoing story, past non-con
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 Michael Cutter, unfortunately. Please do not sue.

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Michael hurried down the corridor that led from the bedroom he shared with the Doctor on the Tardis to the kitchen, his footsteps soft, bare feet hardly making a sound. He'd only just woken up, and he wondered how long the Doctor had been out of their bed.

Usually, he awakened with his lover clasped in his arms; it was strange to wake up and not feel the Doctor beside him. The other man must have had something he wanted to get done, so there was a chance that he wouldn't be in the kitchen.

But wouldn't the kitchen be the first place anyone headed when they woke up? Mike reasoned with himself. Even a Time Lord needed breakfast -- though he'd quickly learned the folly of letting his lover drink too much coffee!

The thought couldn't help but bring a smile to his face. The Doctor was normally exuberant, but drinking a lot of caffeine could have him bouncing off the walls -- as Michael had discovered. Still, it wasn't a bad idea to let him have caffeine before bed ....

Mike pushed that thought away as soon as it entered his head. He'd just gotten up; this wasn't the time for him to think about how pleasant it would be to get the Doctor back into bed for a few hours. Though that was a thought that was always hard to keep out of his mind.

It amazed him that he'd been with the Doctor for this long, and that they hadn't had one single major disagreement. Of course, they'd had their small skirmishes, but those had always been resolved quickly, and they had stuck to one hard and fast rule.

Which was that they never let themselves go to bed angry, he thought as another smile spread across his features. How could he do that, when he had such a beautiful lover in bed next to him? There was no way he could stay upset with the Doctor, no matter what their differences were.

He'd never been involved with anyone who was so easy to get along, or anyone who so completely filled all of his needs, both physical and emotional. The Doctor might have been made for him -- even given the difference in their respective ages.

It was still hard for him to believe that the man he'd fallen in love with was an alien who was over nine hundred years old, Mike reflected, his footsteps slowing as he neared the kitchen. Even after the time they'd been together, his relationship still had an air of unreality.

Before he'd met the Doctor, he never would have believed that aliens existed outside of science fiction television shows and books. But the Time Lord had opened up and entirely new way of life for him, as well as a whole new way of looking at the world.

He'd seen so much since he'd been with the Doctor -- things that he would never have dreamed could possibly exist. He'd thought that he had seen it all in his time with the DA's office, but those things had only been situations that were confined to Earth.

No, they weren't, he corrected himself with a sigh. He'd seen more than enough proof that humans were only one species amongst thousands, perhaps even millions. And that there were many, many other races out there who were much like his own.

Greed and corruption existed in the entire universe, not only on Earth. It was something that he didn't like to admit, but he'd found out that it was the truth. In some ways, it made him feel that he'd been terribly ineffectual in the work he'd done as EADA.

But he'd done what he could -- and he'd put away a lot of criminals, he reminded himself. He'd done a good job in the time he'd been able to work at it. And it wasn't his fault that his ability to do so had ended so abruptly.

He would find out who had caused that, Mike vowed to himself. The Doctor had said that they would track down the men who had kidnapped and raped him -- and he knew the Time Lord well enough to know that his lover never reneged on his promises.

Mike turned the corner of the corridor and entered the kitchen, smiling as he saw the Doctor sitting at the table. The Time Lord was apparently having breakfast; there were segments of an orange in front of him on a plate, and Michael could smell coffee.

He stopped moving as his eyes rested on the Doctor, unable to look away from what he was seeing. How could anyone look so sexy in the simple act of eating an orange? Mike couldn't have pulled his gaze away even if he'd wanted to.

What was it about the Doctor's lips that held his attention, kept him mesmerized, and made him think about other things he'd rather have those lips doing? All thoughts of not taking the Doctor back to bed were swept away as he watched.

The Time Lord popped a segment of the orange into his mouth, then slowly licked the juice from his fingers as his eyes met Mike's. There was a faint challenge there, as though he was daring his lover to take charge of the situation.

That was exactly what Michael intended to do. As the Doctor picked up another segment of the orange, Mike moved across the room to stand beside the chair that the Time Lord was siting in, his gaze still fastened on the other man.

It only took him a moment to bend and slide an arm around the Doctor's waist, another one under his knees. He ignored the Time Lord's gasp of protest as he swept the other man into his arms, then turned and headed out of the kitchen and back down the corridor.

"I know that we just got up," he murmured into the Doctor's ear, "but I think we need to have a day to ourselves. A day where we lie in bed and make love all day. Anything else can wait. I'm not letting you out of the bedroom again until we're both completely sated."

"Promise?" the Doctor asked, his voice barely a whisper. His tongue darted out to moisten his lips; the sight made Mike's heart bang against his rib cage. He could hardly wait to get the Doctor back to their bedroom and strip his clothes off.

"Of course I promise," he murmured as he stepped over the threshold of their bedroom and moved towards the bed to deposit his precious burden on the silken sheets, not taking his eyes from the Time Lord's face. "Satisfaction guaranteed."

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