Title: Whispered Words
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Brendan Block
Fandom: Doctor Who/Secret Smile
Rating: NC-17
Table: C, lover100
Prompt: 85, Whisper
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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"Are you all right?" Brendan's voice was a ragged whisper, the words hoarse and barely audible. It was taking him a few moments to get his breath back; his heart was hammering wildly in his chest, his breath coming in gasps.

It wasn't often that lovemaking rendered him speechless, but then, making love to the Doctor was outside of his previous realm of experience. Every time the two them made love it seemed more intense, more intimate, more powerful than anything Brendan had ever felt.

How could anyone have gotten so completely under his skin? This was nothing like what he'd felt for anyone else he'd ever been involved with; yes, he'd had deep feelings for some of them, but nothing that had lasted past the first few weeks of the relationship.

He didn't even known how long he'd been with the Doctor, only that time had seemed to flash by in a blur. He wasn't wearing a watch any more; he didn't really care how much time might have passed. Time didn't seem relevant in his life any more.

The Doctor nodded up at him without speaking, a small smile curving those delectable lips. Whenever the Time Lord smiled like that, Brendan couldn't resist kissing him.

He could no longer hold himself back than if he'd been a starving man who was suddenly presented with a sumptuous banquet. Bending down, he captured the Doctor's lips with his own, ensuring that neither of them spoke for several long moments.

His arms tightened around the slender man in his arms, his body responding to the heated intensity of their kiss. What was it about this man that could bring him to such a fever pitch of desire over and over again? No one else had ever been able to arouse him this much.

Maybe the Doctor was right, and fate had always intended for them to be together. Brendan had laughingly agreed with the Time Lord when the other man had brought up the subject, but he hadn't really given the idea much credence.

Still, maybe he should, he told himself as he broke the kiss to run a hand through the Doctor's tawny hair. After all, it did seem as though there had been something that had been guiding them towards each other that day they'd first met.

In the sort of mood he'd been in at the time, he normally wouldn't have bothered to speak to anyone. But there had been some sixth sense that had drawn him to the Doctor.

And that sense had definitely been right on the money, Brendan told himself with an inward smile. He had never met anyone quite like the Doctor; this man inspired him, aroused him, made him feel that he wanted to become a better person than he'd ever considered being.

But the last thing on his mind at the moment was being a better man -- right now, all he could think about was the fact that he wanted the Doctor again. No one else had ever had that effect on him, either -- there was certainly something special about this man.

Whatever it was, Brendan wasn't going to question it; he was only going to follow his desires and listen to what his body was telling him. He shifted his hips, pressing his erection against the Doctor's thigh, laughing softly when the other man's eyes widened.

"I was under the impression that all human men needed those bothersome refractory periods before they could go a second time," the Doctor told him, his hands moving to grip Brendan's shoulders. "But I seem to have found one man who's the exception to that rule."

"That's because of who I'm with," Brendan whispered, moving a hand down the Doctor's body to curl his fingers around the other man's half-erect penis. "You .... inspire me."

The Doctor's only answer to his words was a soft gasp; Brendan supposed that it was hard for the Time Lord to speak when his lover's hand was slowly stroking his cock, the other hand spreading his thighs further apart.

He himself couldn't have managed to speak in so much as a whisper; his entire being was focused on the man beneath him; he was zeroed in on the reactions of the Doctor's body, the expression on his features, trying to judge when the moment was right.

The Time Lord was already slick and opened from their lovemaking; all he had to do was thrust his hips forward to bury himself in that welcoming warmth, to be enveloped in a flame that seemed to sear him into ashes from the inside out every time their bodies joined.

Brendan lowered his mouth to the Doctor's again, his lips slanting across the Doctor's with more force than he'd intended. The other man's lips parted, and Brendan's tongue slid inside his mouth, tasting, teasing, exploring the warm cavern of the Doctor's mouth.

Kissing anyone else had never felt like this; there was a fragile quality about the man in his arms that made him want to take his time, to savor every moment of intimacy between them.

A gasp was drawn from his own throat when his body melded with the Doctor's; the heat of their second coupling was just as intense as the first, maybe even more so. It only took them seconds to settle into a rhythm, their bodies joining in a frenzied need.

Brendan knew that this wasn't going to last long; his passion was running too high, and he wanted the Doctor too badly to take his time. His thrusts were hard and deep, driving into the Doctor with a single purpose -- to make the Time Lord come harder than he ever had before.

The sounds that had started as soft whispers in the quiet of their bedroom were now magnified into deep moans; for each gasp that Brendan uttered, the Doctor's succeeding moan drowned out the sound, their voices mingling with the intimate sounds of skin on skin.

He placed a hand on the Doctor's chest, feeling his lover's dual hearts racing in his chest, and knowing that his own heartbeats were matching that rapid pace. His thrusts were becoming erratic, his senses reeling, his body spiraling into an endless vortex of sensation.

Brendan drove himself into the Doctor's body with one last thrust of his hips, his fingers gripping the other man's slender shoulders, not caring if he left bruises on that pale skin.

At the same time, he felt the Time Lord's muscles tighten around him, heard the other man's soft cry and felt the Gallifreyan's body spasm in his arms. He heard himself whisper three words, words that almost shocked him when they slipped out.

Had he said those words before in the throes of their lovemaking? He didn't think so; if he had, then he didn't remember doing so. Those words weren't usually something he said in the midst of an act that, to him, had always been beyond his ability to express with words.

But there had been something in his subconscious that had pulled those words out of him, something within him that had known it was the right time for him to utter them. And it was certainly too late to take them back now.

Not that he would. He'd meant those words, every letter, every syllable of them. He loved the Doctor; maybe a part of him had loved this man from the first time they'd met. That love was only growing with each day they were together, each moment spent wrapped in each other's arms.

"I love you, too," the Doctor murmured, those dark eyes holding Brendan's gaze, refusing to let him look away. And as Brendan let himself fall into those fathomless depths, he knew that the Doctor meant those whispered words just as intensely as he himself did.

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