Title: Whatever You Want
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Ten.5
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: NC-17
Table: 50_smutlets
Prompt: 50, Writer's Choice -- Bondage
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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Jamie flexed his muscles, tugging at the tie that held his wrists imprisoned over his head. He was still more than a little dubious about whether he was going to like this, but he trusted the Doctor, and he knew that the Time Lord would untie him if he became anxious.

Besides, a little light bondage could be fun, he told himself, fighting back the wave of fear that threatened to wash over him. There was nothing to be afraid of. This wasn't John Hart who was doing this to him; nothing that happened would be intended to hurt.

No, the Doctor would be soft and gentle with him, he had no doubt of that. The Time Lord would take things slowly, give him time to adjust to anything that was new and different, treat him with all the kindness that was in his soul. The Doctor would never harm him.

And in a strange way, it was even a little exciting to be tied up, to not be able to move his hands to touch the man who would be making love to him. It would be a new experience, and he would hopefully be able to break through one of the barriers he'd put up around himself.

He closed his eyes, trying to relax. This was a bit of a frightening experience, but he knew that his lover would soothe whatever fears might crop up. There was no reason to feel nervous; the Doctor would guide him through this in his usual gentle, loving way.

His eyes flew open again as he felt the bed sway when the Doctor climbed onto the mattress; the Time Lord was leaning over him, straddling him, bending down to press a gentle kiss against his parted lips. Jamie let his eyes flutter closed, savoring the warmth and sweetness of that kiss.

"You're so beautiful," the Doctor murmured, his mouth trailing kisses of fire down Jamie's throat. He drew in his breath sharply as the Time Lord's sharp teeth nibbled at one nipple, teasing with his teeth and tongue until the small bud was throbbing with need.

That soft mouth moved to his other nipple, repeating the performance, making Jamie groan and writhe against his bonds. The fear that he'd initially felt was rapidly melting away; nothing that felt this good was going to end up hurting, he was sure of that.

He dimly felt the Doctor's hands sliding under his thighs, then moving up to cup his ass; one finger traced down the cleft between his cheeks, making him shudder with anticipation. He loved that feeling, loved the knowledge that the Doctor was going to be inside him soon.

The Time Lord's mouth was against his ear, the other man's soft voice sending a shiver down his spine. "Are you ready for this, sweetheart?" He couldn't be afraid when that soothing voice was in his ear, those soft, gentle hands caressing his body.

Jamie nodded, gulping back whatever fear still remained in him and focusing his gaze on the beautiful man above him. "Yes," he whispered, all of his heart in that single word. He wanted the Doctor, wanted to be made love to, wanted their bodies to come together.

His body arched upwards as the Doctor's hand moved between his thighs, gently spreading his legs and circling those soft fingertips around his entrance. Pleasure coursed through him, his body relaxing and opening to the Time Lord's touch.

When those long fingers slipped inside him, gently probing and stretching him, his muscles didn't tighten in reaction to an intrusion. Rather, his body welcomed the sensation of being filled, enjoying the feeling of surrendering himself to the man he loved.

The other man's fingers slid out of him all too soon, but Jamie knew that they would be replaced in mere moments; his breath was coming faster in anticipation of being filled, of having their bodies joined in the most primal physical embrace that they could share.

Jamie cried out softly as the Doctor slid into him, tugging at his bonds again. He wanted nothing so much as to wrap his arms around the Doctor's shoulders and pull him down for a heated, steamy kiss -- but of course, with his hands bound above his head, he couldn't do that.

It was maddening -- but at the same time, there was something very sensual and exciting about not being able to touch the Doctor. He was being given this incredible pleasure, and all that he could do was lie here and enjoy it, to let himself be pleasured in any way that his lover chose.

One thrust .... then another. Jamie could feel himself being lifted on a spiral of passion, one that only seemed to grow with each movement of his lover's hips against his own. His wrists flexed against their bonds again; desperately straining to touch the Doctor.

Dimly, he felt the Time Lord's hands slide into his own; their fingers entwined just as their bodies did, the Doctor holding onto him as his hips thrust forward again. Jamie opened his eyes, looking up into those fathomless dark eyes that were exactly like his own.

"I love you," he managed to whisper before a moan of pleasure overtook his words. He could feel his body tightening, his orgasm threatening to spill over, to crest over him and lift him on a wave that would sweep him away in the Doctor's arms before it set him gently down upon firm ground again.

"I love you too, sweetheart," the Doctor panted, his voice trembling as he spoke. His hips thrust forward into Jamie again, burying himself deeply inside his lover, Jamie's long legs wrapping around his waist and seeming to draw him even further into the welcomg heat of that willing body.

Only a few more seconds now .... Jamie's muscles tightened around the Doctor as the Time Lord thrust into him one last time, then a shower of sparks seemed to burst through every nerve and fiber of his body, his senses being lifted to the heavens and then spiraling down towards the ground.

He didn't realize that he'd cried out and tugged at his bonds again, more forcefully this time; he needed to have his hands free to hold on to the Doctor. He was sure that he was going to crash into the ground at warp speed if he didn't, that he would be shattered into tiny shards.

The Doctor almost collapsed on top of him, barely managing to catch himself and roll to the side. He slowly and carefully pulled out of Jamie, then reached for the tie that bound his wrists, gently untying his lover's hands and taking them into his own.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" he whispered, kissing Jamie's fingertips as he raised his gaze to the other man's. "In fact, I thought it was absolutely wonderful. Every time we make love, it gets better and better. We truly were made for each other, my love."

"It was fantastic," Jamie murmured, closing his eyes and savoring the Doctor's gentle kisses. Those soft lips would be on his own soon enough; for the moment, he just wanted to snuggle into the Doctor's arms and enjoy the afterglow of their lovemaking.

"You didn't seem to have problems with the bondage," the Doctor said softly, chafing one slender wrist gently and keeping his gaze on Jamie's face. "At least, if you did, I couldn't tell. I think you may be starting to move past that bad experience, sweetheart."

"I hardly noticed that I was tied up," Jamie said, feeling somewhat surprised at the realization. "Once we got started, I didn't even think about the past. All I could focus on was how good it felt to have you inside me -- and how much I wanted to touch you. That was a little frustrating."

The Doctor propped himself up on one elbow, laughing as he reached to brush a few dampened strands of hair out of Jamie's face. "Well, you can touch me all you'd like to now, love. I certainly don't mind being touched, if that's what takes your fancy. You can do whatever you want with me."

Jamie laughed softly, looping his arms around the Doctor's neck and pulling the Time Lord down for a heady kiss that took their breath away. When they parted and each of them drew back a bit, they were both panting again, each man's eyes dark with rising passion.

All he wanted at the moment was for them to make love again -- but this time, he wanted to be on top of the Doctor, looking down into those limpid dark eyes, feeling the other man's body tight and hot around him, taking his lover to new heights of pleasure.

"I know exactly what takes my fancy," Jamie murmured, his voice husky with desire. "But it requires me being in the position you're in now, if you don't mind rolling over." He shifted his position as he spoke, until he was lying on his side, ready to roll on top of the other man.

"I was thinking of the same thing," the Doctor told him with a soft laugh, complying with his request and rolling over onto his back, not letting go of Jamie. Within the next few seconds, they were a a tangle of arms, legs, and tongues, lost in a passion that was rapidly overtaking them both.

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