*Fanfare noise* What I hope you've been waiting for is here! Chapter Five. :D

As always, I'll reply to some reviewer comments up here. :)

Torchwood Boy: Thank you, again! It's good to know this can make people think twice about 11/Rory love. And as long as you're not copping off with a Time Lord, I'm sure your girlfriend won't mind. XD

MoonlitInuko: I'm glad I'm not the only one who felt that way about Amy's... friskiness. It also gave me fuzzies to know that I gave you fuzzies. Fuzzies are pretty damn cool. :D

GirlWhoIsBurningSoBrightly: Good, good, good, good, good! More is on the way, but it'll take me longer to update now, as the first three chapters were already written, and now I'm uploading them as I finish them, so sometimes it might be a bit of a wait. Much apology for everyone on that point.

Chapter Five

In the twenty minutes since Rory had gone to the toilet, the Doctor had somehow involved himself in a game of Strip Poker, having so far only lost his shirt and his fez. He sat at the table in his jacket, bow-tie and braces, below the waist being as clothed as before, and looked at the cards he'd been dealt. He then he remembered that Rory was still, as far as he knew, in the toilet. Getting a little worried, he looked around, not seeing the human anywhere. He went to get up but he couldn't just abandon the game. Or could he? He looked around and saw an alien that looked like one of the Slitheen, but a little thinner. And purple. The Doctor had little chance of saying their home planet of Raxacoricofallapatorius successfully, so just settled for saying "Big purple guy, take over fer me." as he passed the alien and headed for the toilet.

The Doctor peered in the door and saw a couple of people washing their hands, others stood at urinals, and one tall blue creature with horns in some sort of large tube. He wasn't sure he wanted to know what it was for, so set about looking for Rory. He wasn't stood in view, so assumed he was in one of the stalls. He walked past them, listening closely to each one as he passed, before he reached one that sounded like someone was crying inside. The Doctor lay down and peeked under, seeing Rory's backside and feet on the cold floor. He stood back up and knocked on the door.

"Roreh? S'me." he said, but Rory didn't answer. "Fine." he mumbled, before fiddling around in his jacket for the Sonic. He eventually found it, and tried to point it at the lock, but because of how much he'd drunk; his aim wasn't to be trusted. The Doctor growled in annoyance, hit the button and waved it all over the door, frustrated that he couldn't get in. And then the door fell off its hinges, sort of the way a tree does, and slowly enough for the Doctor to get out of the way. "I can fix 'at." he said, before he looked inside and saw Rory hugging his legs to his chest and crying against his knees. The Doctor dropped to his knees beside him, put his arms around the human and pulled him against his chest. "Rory, it's alright, don't cry." he said quietly to him, his voice having lost the slightly slurred spin to it. Rory turned towards him and put his arms around the Doctor's body, crying against his chest.

"Buh nobodeh loves me, they all l-left me! Me mum gone, my d-dad 'ates me and now Amy's left t-too!" he cried, his sobs mixing with the last few words.

"That isn't true, I'm still here." the Doctor said seriously, giving Rory a squeeze and rubbing his back.

"Soon you'll g-go too, and I'll be all on m-my, my own." the man sobbed, the Doctor feeling Rory's cries against his skin.

"I'm going nowhere, except back to the TARDIS, with you." he said as he started to stand up, pulling Rory up with him. Once the human was back on his feet, the Doctor put his hands on either side of Rory's face and made the man look at him. Wet streaks ran down from Rory's eyes, and as another tear fell, the Doctor caught it with his thumb and brushed it away. "I will not leave you." he whispered as Rory's eyes met his own. The two stared into each other's eyes for a moment before Rory closed the gap, leaning forward and pressing his soft, slightly wet lips against the Doctor's.

The Doctor didn't respond, knowing he shouldn't be kissing the human. But even he couldn't deny the feelings he'd been having for the man. They'd been there since they met, but back then, the Doctor had put it down to them being a sense of pride, adoration, respect, friendship, but since Amy had left and Rory was in pieces, he had to admit that they had changed from just being a friend. Slowly, but surely, he began to move his mouth against Rory's. The human accepted the response and took a hold of the Doctor's braces, holding the Time Lord in place. One of the Doctor's hands was at the back of Rory's neck whilst the other had slipped down from his cheek to his waist, snaking around the man's back, both men holding themselves together.

The kiss meant different things to both of the men. Rory wasn't sure what it meant for him. But he needed it. It allowed him to release some of the pent up emotion he'd been harbouring. Plus, it helped him to forget. To forget about Amy, and the heart ache, and the pain, and just lose himself in the Doctor. And the Doctor didn't kiss like Amy did. He kissed a lot better. For the Doctor, he was able to give into his feelings for the human, at no cost of guilt to himself. Well, there would probably be guilt later, but he'd cross that bridge when he'd come to it. He also thought the moment was slightly akin to when Amy had kissed him, but Rory was definitely the better kisser. But both men knew they liked it.

They broke apart for a moment, breathing heavily as they gazed into the other's eyes. "Rory, I-" the Doctor started, but was cut off by Rory's lips pressed fiercely against his own again, but that didn't stop him from quickly acting to kiss back. As much as he liked kissing the human, he could at least let him talk.

"S'go back to the TARDIS." Rory mumbled against his mouth before pulling the Doctor out of the toilet by his braces.

Rory pushed the Doctor hard onto bed, both of them having shed some clothes since entering the TARDIS, as they were now both topless. Rory straddled the Doctor and leant down, engaging him in yet another heated kiss. The Doctor could feel Rory sliding the braces off of his shoulders, and knew that what was happening was starting to stray into forbidden territory, but the Doctor wasn't ready to let this end yet. He slowly ran his hands up and down the human's side, feeling one of Rory's hands fingering through his hair and the other drifting down his chest, past his navel and stopping at his belt. The Doctor had to draw the line.

"Ror-" he mumbled, cut off by another kiss, as he weakly tried to push the human away at the chest. He felt the hand work fast, having already undone the belt. "Rory, I th-" he said, silenced again by a mouth over his own. He pushed harder this time, getting only a little more give than before. The hand at his trousers had already unbuttoned him and started working on the zip. The Doctor couldn't let this go on. "Rory, stop!" he said loudly as he pushed the man away, sitting up to face the man properly. Rory looked slightly confused and leant back in for another kiss. "Rory, stop." the Doctor said softly, their lips having only touched for a second before the Doctor stopped him.

Rory stared at the Doctor for a moment before fresh tears began to roll down his cheeks and he began to cry into his hands. The Doctor wrapped his arms around the man's back and held him as he cried, knowing he would just have to let it out.

After a while, the Doctor and Rory lay in the bed together, Rory curled up to the Doctor's side, his head resting on the Time Lord's shoulder and his arms loosely wrapped around his body. The Doctor had one arm around Rory whilst the other was resting across his stomach. Once Rory had calmed down, the Doctor tried to leave, but seeing the sadness in Rory's eyes stopped him from leaving the human by himself, as he was a little worried about what he might do if he were alone.

"I'm sorry." Rory mumbled quietly. "I didn't mean to let it get that far, I just... I just wanted to get forget about everything. I'm so sorry." he said, sniffling as he wiped his nose with the back of his hand.

"Its okay, Rory, its okay." the Doctor said gently, rubbing the human's back. "People with as much pain as you would do anything to forget about it. Believe me, I've tried. But this isn't the best way. I hate to see you this way Rory, it hurts. If I could take your pain, I would." he said, not really looking at Rory. He was quiet for a moment before turning to look Rory in the eye. "But you don't have to do this alone. I'm going to be here with you every step of the way." The Doctor tipped his head slightly and kissed Rory's forehead gently. "Now, get some sleep." Rory just stared at the Doctor for a moment, a small smile slowly creeping across his lips.

"Thank you." he uttered before slowly leaning up and pressing his lips against the Doctor's, who didn't refuse. This kiss was different, unlike the ones before. They had been rough, and needy. This one was soft, and caring. They had been about trying to forget. Neither of them wanted to forget this one. Rory pulled away, keeping their faces relatively close for a moment before laying his head softly on the Doctor's shoulder. As soon as the Doctor could feel a sleeping Rory breathing calmly, the man let out a quiet sigh, knowing he'd probably come to regret this decision when he woke up, but he was far too tired for regret right now. He closed his eyes, and before long, both men slept in a warm embrace.

The Doctor drained the last of his fifth coffee, as the last part of the evening slotted into place. He cursed himself for letting Rory kiss him, and was now pretty sure the feelings he had for the human wouldn't go away as easily as he'd hoped. Maybe Rory wouldn't remember, he had drunk much more than the Doctor, after all. The Time Lord would just have to hope that if Rory didn't remember, he could keep how he felt under wraps until Rory was able to cope on his own, as he was certain the man wouldn't want to stay on the TARDIS with him forever. But if Rory did remember, he was in for a lot of awkward silences.

He stood up and set the coffee mug aside, heading off to see if Rory had woken up yet. As he reached the door, he froze, squirmed, and turned in the other direction, heading for the bathroom, as all the coffee he'd drunk had done a number on his bladder.

10.05.11: I hope people like this chapter. I feel I could've written a better ending, maybe I'll think of a better one later, who knows?

Anyhoo, work on Chapter 6 shall begin as soon as possible.

I wouldn't turn down any more reviews either. I can't believe I've already gotten 15, and they've all been really amazing, and heart warming.

They make me feel like this is worth carrying on, so I'm gonna keep doing this for you, for as long as I can, or until I can come up with a satisfying ending.

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