Jealousy is in the air ;P
Notes:Thanks to the only reader who keep reading/commenting this (CRAZY) story, Loki and I love you
To answer your questions:
about Singy and Alec never say never, let's say being inside the TARDIS affect these people, LOL
you can find more about them (if you want some little spoiler about what is going to happen in next chapters (but we'll get there, here, tooo, Loki and I wrote pretty much and more updates will come from December ;) (this will also answer your questions about David's reaction, LOL) ) check my (Lu82) missing moment stories called
'A (not so findable) moment just for us' and 'Textual education' ;)
well, I guess that Ten loving Ten , Barty loving Barty etc would be 'love himself' these are total different characters with dfferent roles and attitudes who 'just' share the same features ;P
about Crowley and Aziraphale… just read ;)
Chapter XIV: JeALLousy
It's barely midnight, Peter made sure of it, not that he would have bothered to move earlier. He's almost unaware to find oneself in the corridor, the knuckles of the closed hand knocking against the hard wood of Killgrave's door several times. He has barely had time to take off his clothes since he entered his own room, having spent most of the evening watching the spectacle of the universe surrounded by the arms of his favorite brain fucker. So here he is, smiling slyly as he waits for the door to be opened by who overwhelms his hottest thoughts.
The door opens with a creak, certainly reproduced by the TARDIS to make the moment more intimate.
- Who knows why Ten call the TARDIS 'Sexy'! - he wonders thoughtfully before concentrating on the beautiful face so similar to his, right in front of him.
"It took you some fucking time to open up, huh!" the illusionist snorts as the persuader stares at him, his expression dark. "By now it will be the fuc ... "
Peter is stopped from continuing with his reproach, not by the usual whispered order, but by Kevin's lips on his own, as he is dragged into the room. The door closes behind them.
It is the first time that Barty wakes up in the Doctor's arms. He's gorgeous in every little detail. He feels blessed by any higher entity that allowed him to lay there. He opens his eyes slightly to look at his still sleeping Second Dark Lord. He reaches out to stroke his still red hair. He cannot see his face pressed against his own chest. He would have thought that he would be the one to hold his Doctor in an iron grip, his face pressed against his neck to remember his scent, in the very position he fell asleep in, but in the night they must have changed position. Now it's the Doctor who holds him as if he wanted to cling to him, at that precise moment and not the other way around. A trickle of drool is slipping out of control from his Second Dark Lord's lips, landing on his own chest. He might reach out to take the wand and make it disappear, but that moment is too perfect even without doing nothing else. So he lets himself take a last caress to his Doctor's hair, before closing his eyes to fully enjoy that moment. He is not aware, so when a few moments later the Doctor blinks, observes Barty's oh-so- relaxed features, smiles and closes his eyes again.
It's almost noon when someone bothers enough to get out of bed that morning. It is because of a cry that he hears far away that he wakes up. He doesn't immediately realize that he himself was the actual screamer. The first thing he notices is the shivering of cold throughout the body.
- What the heck is going on in this car showroom? Now I'm even all wet, how? -
He leaps to his feet, realizing that he is, in fact, wet from head to toe, not to mention the bed being soaked. A tremor is felt under his feet.
"Ouch! What the hell? This is certainly not the bloody way to treat a guest .. or a hostage ... or what the hell I am in here, now they'll hear me"
Having said that he leaves the room, only to stop in the middle of the corridor.
- How the bloody hell do you go to other rooms? They should draw a map for this maze! -
Luckily at that moment someone else comes out of one of the other rooms, all dressed and with disheveled hair as if he had just woken up, it's Peter Carlisle who woke up to the sound of Alec's scream.
He blinks a couple of times.
"You are ... soaked! - exclaims the younger detective, surprised.
Alec can't help but look at him badly.
"As if it wasn't obvious! Did they send you to appease me? Because this trick wasn't funny at all, bloody hell!"
Singy looks even more surprised.
"No, I ... I didn't know anything about it. I'm sorry that someone did this to you!" the youngest murmurs saddened, causing a new earthquake to arrive stronger and more violent, so much so that the two cling to the handles of their doors.
"Come on, come in. I'll make you change your clothes!" continues Carlisle, opening the door of his room and going to the closet that opens.
There are all kinds of clothes and there on the bottom shelf is a square package.
It's the package itself that draws the attention of the younger detective. There isn't a ticket or anything and he has no idea what it is. It might as well be a bomb as far as he knows. Sure, a bomb doesn't normally have that size, but you never know.
He weighs it in his hands for several minutes, under the older detective's bored eyes.
"Have you decided to open it or are we going to stay here a little longer?"
Hardy interrupts him, he has just returned from the bathroom with a new suit with which he has changed.
Peter Carlisle blinks, turning to observe his colleague, only to freeze at the sight of how the older one looks good in a beige suit. He gulps, blinking again to recover.
"Oh, uhm ... sure!" he mumbles, opening his gift without actually seeing it, since his eyes are still on the other man.
Alec raises an eyebrow deciding not to comment on the boy's strange behavior.
"Are you bloody done staring at me?" he grumbles after a while, annoyed by the young boy's gaze.
Singy gulps again and, regardless of the gift, which he places on the bed, he approaches the older detective, when he feels a new earthquake.
- These shakes are strange ... it's not that … - he approaches again and starts to adjust the jacket on Alec's shoulders.
Another quick shake, more violent than the others, makes them both fall.
- So that's it. Sexy, as the Doctor called her, she's jealous! -
"No…" Kevin complains in his sleep.
Peter is still too sleepy, clinging to him worse than a climbing ivy, to be able to hear him.
"Don't do that …" Kevin speaks in his sleep, with fear clear in his tone, but not even this wakes his partner up.
"Wait …" Kevin continues to protest, even starting to move, as if he wanted to back away.
This wakes Peter by force.
- What the fuck? - the illusionist thinks dazedly, continuing to look at him.
"I can explain… ouch!" Kevin screams, still with his eyes closed, putting a hand to his cheek, as if he were in pain.
"Kevin, fuck, wake up!" Peter begins to shake him, worried.
"Forgive me, Jessica, I did not want …" Kevin continues, but the shaking has its effect and finally he opens his eyes.
That's before an angry Peter throws him out of bed.
"Ouch! But what ...?" the persuader grumbles, rubbing the side on which he fell badly.
"At least now you have a real fucking reason to complain!" Peter snaps from above the bed, as naked as he is.
"I don't …" Kevin mutters, perhaps not fully awake yet.
"What is it that you didn't want?" Peter asks him, in an icy tone, as he goes in search of the clothes they have thrown everywhere. "You can't still have that one in your head, not after the wild sex we had last night, not to mention the one on the beach!"
"She is NOT 'that one'!" Kevin glares at him, this before his shirt and pants brutally hit his face.
"And I'm not your fucking stop-gap!" growls the illusionist, getting dressed.
"I've never said you were!" Kevin protests, following his example.
"Oh, sure, not you, but your unconscious knows how to make me feel like shit!"
"Peter, try to understand, it's not easy for me …"
"Yet tonight it was very easy, indeed. I do not deserve such indecision from a fucking coward!" Peter throws his vitriolic accusations at him.
The classic straw that breaks the camel's back.
Kevin remembers that first and foremost he is Killgrave.
"Apologise to me for what you said, now!" he imposes, authoritative, finishing buttoning his shirt.
Peter has no alternative.
"Sorry for what I told you!" the illusionist mutters defeated, even if the fire in his eyes is certainly not that of someone who is really apologizing. "You know, Kevin, I can also tell you in words, but that's not what I think, are you sure this is enough for you?" he adds, looking at him seriously, with the disappointment that shines in his eyes, before leaving the room.
As a matter of fact, Killgrave ordered him to apologize, not forgive him.
"No bloody way, that's not enough for me!" Kevin mutters, left alone, before following him.
All he knows is that he will have to work hard to fix things.
- And without using my powers, not this time. - He swears to himself.
"Drinky, Kevin, how long are you still going to take? You are the only ones missing!" the Doctor's ringing voice calls them.
Kevin catches a glimpse of Peter's silhouette as he turns at a corner, but he, too, instinctively would have gone to the Cake Room anyway.
"Do you realize that since we started traveling together, we haven't eaten all gathered together here yet?" the Time Lord comments when he sees them arrive, while the two take their seats.
The first to sit down is Kevin, next to Barty, while Drinky moves to the spot as far from the persuader as possible, next to Singy.
The young Detective doesn't stand on ceremony with a chocolate-filled roll in one hand and a lemon cheesecake in the other.
As Alec is busy chomping on his voraciously bitten toast, he has yet to decide with which of the two delicacies that strange sort of colleague is giving the most obscene spectacle.
"Millah never does that, not even with Scottish Eggs!" he broods in confusion, unable to stop looking at him, feeling his own salivation going to zero.
"Ah-ah, my dear Senior Detective!" the Doctor turns his attention from the younger colleague.
"Are you talking to me?" Alec turns to Ten, confused.
- Did he notice that I glanced at the spring chicken a little too much?" is alarmed.
"Yes, guess what? I've crumbled the medicines I was talking about in the bread you just ate, you can forget your pills as long as you stay here with us, you'll be fine!" he explains, smiling.
Alec feels doubly relieved and thanks him with a wave of his hand.
"My Doctor, you always think of everything and you manage to make everything go the way you want!" Barty looks adoringly at him, who is sitting so close to him that he is almost on his lap.
This inevitably leads to Ten showing off a big toothy smile and giving the Dark Wizard a short but intense kiss.
While mixing his tea with a knife handle, Alec didn't miss a moment of that scene.
"Wait a minute ... so the two of them ...?" He leaves the question pending, turning to Singy.
"Are a tender and kissing couple? Yes, my dear, they are!" the other informs him, before licking what remains of the cake from his fingers in a way that looks like a film off-limits to minors. "Those two, on the other hand, are much less tender, usually they cling to each other very indecently," he resumes the conversation, pointing first to Drinky and then to Kevin, who don't even look at each other and seem to be in a bad mood.
"Are you sure?" the more experienced detective frowns.
The Doctor and Barty also seem to notice the tense atmosphere between the two.
"Trouble in Paradise? You Muggles usually say that!" Barty teases.
"Yes, it is true, they say so, but I would ask you to avoid such expressions when and if we have two other guests on board who are a little ... peculiar." the Doctor comments.
(End I)
Notes:LOL, blame me (Lu) and my J/K heart if Kevin is so in trouble now XD
C'mon, I bet you already guessed who these guests Ten mentioned are… and you could get a glimpse at them in next part, don't miss it ;P
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p.s. if you want to see a young Barty enjoying his Death Eater's life, please check my (Lu82) newest fic 'Tenebris Video' 3