Chapter Two

The Doctor hauled his part human self completely out of the water, smacked him on the ear, then lay down beside him, his lines calm, his body soothing; his flesh reeked of the pleasure he could yield and be given.

He waited as his not quite counterpart drifted on the waves of uncompleted ecstasy, watching as his animal nature came to full bear in that rapturous, dangerous piece of him that had been discarded, like a reptiliform limb, cut off, only to regrow again, leaving the stump traumatized and shockful, to contemplate whilst it lays dying.

"Had enough yet, my dear?" he prodded, poking the Other with a long male toe on a longer male foot until the man stopped groaning and blinked.

"Stop? Why? How could I let go of… of this? How could… "

The Other gaped; how could he have done… what was the meaning of… what the hell is your probl… damn he hated answering his own questions before he could ask them.

"You, you… you bloody rotten old goat! How dare you cure us of Rose without me knowing it!"

Then the partially human male set upon the Time Lord, teeth bared, gnashing, licking his lips as he rose to a crouch in a savage, graceful arch and began to seethe, tripping over himself as he groped for the Doctor, who saw no reason to avoid him.

"Heavens! I said I'd get you to relax for your health and I meant it. Are you coming in or am I coming out… again?" said the Time Lord, inclining his body in graceful, albeit highly suggestive, lines. Then he tossed his sonic into the air and caught it repeatedly, throwing deep, brown, pool boy eyes with entirely too much sparkle in them at the Other's arse.

The Other scowled as he thought of licking… things. He would never have had these thoughts in a million years if he'd been the proper Doctor; yet here they both were, -well at least he knew –he—was doing and thinking and wanting and needing these… things.

"Y'know," he said flatly as he reached out to touch the Doctor's forehead, brushing a strand of wild brown hair from His pale temple, "one could almost postulate a certain gain in this for you, Doctor… "

The Doctor wriggled out from under his counterpart's fingers, then reached down to grasp the man's hardening length. "Do you approve of my technique? I'm no expert in homosexual relations, but I did sleep in a Holida-

A hand clasped over his mouth, while another pulled him down for a quick, sloppy kiss that left him grinning.

"Don't say that. Isn't there a copyright on stupid commercials about slightly overrated yet strangely relaxing hotels?"

Ancient fingers found the Other's chin, touching again those lips that were no longer his own, but some other man's.

"I shall never again hear Pachelbel with those lips," he murmured sweetly, feeling the familiar native mouth, tasting with his fingers the wine of gentle prelude that precluded every courtship.

Then he leaned in for a lingering kiss of his own, pressing his mouth like a rose petal against the pearly glisten of the Other's feminine pucker.

The Other tried to speak, at first, to cry out with collected anticipation, but instead found the Doctor's fingers in his mouth to be much tastier a notion. Thoroughly wet now, he savoured the flavor of Time Lord flesh, wanting and needing more of the boar as exquisite kisses made their way across his only virgin shore. With Rose, he had been so happy. She had been what he'd needed. But she could never have pleasured him like this. And damn the worlds, that had somehow become all right.

Then the Doctor slid around so he could bottom, always with one hand around the Other's waist.

They fell into space then, back into the pool. Under the glass-like water.

"Hina at Home in the River, obviously," the Other said, loosely holding the Doctor by the arms as he traced letters into the Time Lord's stomach with his rather engorged phallus, "… and I'm the coconut husk. Well, I suppose it could be worse."

The Old Man smiled at his counterpart through the lines of water as they cut across his face.

"So! You –do- know how to read!"

The Other snarled and pulled the full Time Lord close, going down on him, ravenous as he pulled him to the pale pool bottom with a feral kiss as though the man were some especially irritating bit of flotsam.

"Irritating flotsam, am I?" said the Doctor, shoving his legs apart to reveal his own readiness, phallus upraised to reveal the perfect hollow for spending a dizzy afternoon beneath its mellow height, "… ready when you are."

"Cosmic Egg, indeed. Let's see you outlast me, then, Theta Sigma. Or shall I call you Thete, now that we're properly re-acquainted?"

The Time Lord said nothing, content as he was to wait, so the Other poked the Doctor's belly with his instrument, smoothly tracing still more ancient letters, -poetry this time- over that thin tow line of hairs until he found what he was looking for. He prodded, brushing his weeping member across the tight maw until he felt something ease apart, allowing him. Then something was playing at –his- opening too, so he relaxed himself, allowing the Doctor inside him.

"Pipe cleaners are long for a reason," said the Doctor, arching a little to ease the Other into thrusting, "I do hope you get all the hard to reach… places. I certainly will! Haha!"

He lifted suddenly, arching into the Other just as the Other arched. Legs encircled thighs and legs encircled thighs as they moved, exploring more of each other with each thrust.

The Doctor's were slow and steady, his hips bucking easily against the Other's sucking body; the Other tried to match him, but one heart could not keep it up, and so he was forced to speed up at the last, driving and driving until he felt rather than saw the Time Lord close his eyes and sink completely to the pearly bottom of the grand pool. Was he tired?

They pulled apart briefly, just long enough for them both to get out of the water.

With a smirk as he rose from the pool, the Doctor took a moment to dry off, then backed himself against the nearest wall.

"Now that I'm physically touching the TARDIS again, we should be able to continue this all night, theoretically, of course," he murmured, casting come hither eyes at his duplicate.

Having dried off a bit more slowly than the Old Man because of his half human nature, the Other waved the Doctor off at first, then, patting himself, he smirked back, once more baring his penis to the air again. With a languid flourish, he impaled the Time Lord's swollen sex, hoping for stars, or fireworks or something.

Again and again he thrust, certain that each time he'd created a microcosm that would grow and thrive.

After countless tries, finally! He could feel something curling deep inside. Doubtless the Doctor was feeling it too. At least, he hoped so.

His suspicions were confirmed when he saw the Doctor raise a hand to his belly just as he raised his to his own.

"That was… different," he said softly, easing out of the Time Lord's body and taking an unsteady step back. It wasn't a lie. He was knackered.

The Time Lord, meanwhile, simply patted both their bellies and threw his duplicate a small smile as he tossed one hand over the younger man's shoulder and guided him to his own bedroom, which had conveniently appeared in the hall just to the left of the pool. There, he laid the man out on the bed, bent to swing his feet round, then tucked him in.

"Now go to sleep. And stay horizontal. I don't need to, but you, now, just do as I say. G'night then!"

Then he slipped out, ignoring the mumbles of "I'm not a child, damn it!" until they died away, replaced by healthy sleep sounds and dreams of sugar plums.

As he reached the door to his own room, he sighed and placed a hand over his stomach.

"Sugar plums, indeed," he said to his not so empty TARDIS, "Been too long without this feeling."

He slipped in and shut the door quietly behind him. Then he laid himself out on the bed, crossed his feet under a light blanket and let the lull of the TARDIS engines sink into him.

Sugar plums, indeed.