Title: Sleeping Tiger
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Brendan Block
Fandom: Doctor Who/Secret Smile
Rating: NC-17
Table: C, lover100
Prompt: 47, Sweat
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 Brendan Block, unfortunately. Please do not sue.

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The Doctor looked up at the man above him, unable to take his eyes from Brendan's face. He had never seen any sight so beautiful, or one that mesmerized him so completely. He would have been unable to look away even if he'd wanted to.

There was a thin sheen on sweat on Brendan's chest; if the Doctor didn't know better, he would have sworn that his lover was glowing in the soft light cast by the lamp by their bed. Or maybe he was just glowing in the Doctor's eyes. The Time Lord couldn't be sure.

One thing that he was sure of was that he wanted Brendan desperately, more than he'd ever wanted anyone in his entire life -- in all of his lives. But the other man seemed determined to hold back, to tease him to a fever pitch.

It seemed to him as though they had been in bed for hours, with Brendan's hands and mouth moving slowly over his body, urging him onwards and then holding him back. He had never met a man who knew how to arouse him to such physical need.

He wasn't going to beg Brendan to make love to him; his lover would do that when he was ready to. But he couldn't keep himself from moaning out the other man's name, especially when those oiled fingers slid inside him, stretching and preparing him.

The Doctor closed his eyes, arching his back as those long, thin fingers pushed deeper into him, a soft moan leaving his lips. Brendan knew exactly how to touch him; this man could work magic on his body with just a touch.

A quick intake of Brendan's breath made him open his eyes again, focusing his gaze on the man leaning over him; it was on the tip of his tongue to ask his lover if anything was wrong, but when their eyes met, that question was forgotten.

He could see nothing but desire in those dark eyes, a desire that took his breath away. The Time Lord watched as Brendan's eyes moved down his body, then back up again, that intense gaze meeting his own, piercing him to his very soul.

The Time Lord's breath caught in his throat at teh look in those eyes; he'd seen desire before, and he was well acquainted with that look. But to see such desire written clearly on the features of the man he loved would always have a hearts-stopping effect on him.

He couldn't know that Brendan's thoughts were moving along the same lines as his; as Brendan looked down at the man under him, he was taking in every aspect of the Doctor, assessing just how aroused the Time Lord was and enjoying the view.

The Doctor's skin was awash in a sheen of sweat; the soft lamplight played over his nude body, accentuating his curves and angles in shadows and light. Brendan couldn't take his eyes from the sight presented to his eager eyes.

He'd made love to many people before, but none so responsive as the Doctor. And no one had ever looked so incredibly desirable to him. No one had ever stared up at him with that naked desire in their gaze, begging him wordlessly for what they needed.

The Time Lord was writhing under him, moaning softly with each movement; those soft sounds seemed to sear a pathway into his soul. Part of him wanted to take the Doctor into his arms, and another part wanted nothing more than to thrust inside him.

Brendan took a deep breath, closing his eyes and trying to calm himself. There was a sleeping tiger hidden within him, one that he didn't want to let out of its cage too soon. He wanted this to last, not to be over within a matter of minutes.

He wasn't going to let that tiger pounce on the Doctor until he knew that he could control it. At the moment, he wasn't entirely sure that he could; he was struggling to hold himself back, to keep that wild animal caged behind bars for a while longer.

But eventually it would break free. He could only hold his nature to heel for so long, and the Doctor knew that. Their relationship had never been a comfortable one, not from the first time they'd been together, and the Time Lord was well aware of his volatility.

Looking down at the Doctor again, Brendan let his eyes roam over that slender body before his gaze moved back to the Gallifreyan's face. He was surprised to realize that the Doctor was sweating; because of his lower body temperature, that didn't happen often.

Well, not unless they were in bed, Brendan thought with an inward smile. Even when they were in some sort of difficult situation, the Doctor rarely broke into a sweat. But when they were making love .... ah, that was a different story.

Was it the heat of their passion that did it? Or just the fact that the Time Lord was pushed to his limits of physical endurance when Brendan made him hold back? He didn't know the reason, and he didn't really care. Seeing the glowing sheen on the Doctor's body was enough for him.

There was something incredibly sensual about being able to make the Doctor sweat; it was proof of how much the Doctor wanted him, in a way. Brendan couldn't help but take pride in that; he doubted that any other man had been able to arouse this kind of response in the Time Lord.

And no other man ever would, he told himself as he leaned forward to press his lips against the Doctor's soft mouth. A wave of desire washed through him as those lips parted and the Doctor's arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer.

The kiss took away any self-control that either man had been exerting; with a roar that only he could hear, the sleeping tiger that had been crouching inside Brendan leapt forward, unable to content itself with being caged any longer.

That wild animal was welcomed with open arms by the Doctor; his body arched upwards against the other man's as he was entered, his soft cry drowning out the roar that Brendan could hear loud and clear inside his mind.

He slid inside the Doctor, his own cry mingling with the Time Lord's as their bodies joined and the wave of passion that had been building inside him crested and then crashed down over them both. Instinct was taking over, the sleeping tiger fully awakened.

They were both enveloped in their own desires, their bodies quickly finding a rhythm that soldered them together as though they were one entity; neither of them could tell where one ended and the other began, their senses entwining as completely as their bodies did.

The sheen of sweat on their bodies grew as they surged towards completion, but neither man could spare a moment for attention to anything but the fulfillment of their union, the world around them forgotten in the heat of their passion.

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