I am the darkness
I prepare for the noble war. I'm calm, I know the secret, I know what's coming.... And no one can stop me. Not even myself.
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He groaned softly again, needing into the Doctor and let his hands move along his sides and chest, up his kissable neck when their lips met again. He kissed him passionately, meeting tongue with tongue as their lips fit perfectly, wantingly.
He lifted his own shirt above his head now, throwing it against the mantel piece above the fireplace, before softly brushing their chests together; They hadn’t been so close before, and the contact made the Doctor crazy with a hunger than only Tate could satisfy. He could feel his groin becoming hardingly distracting- he hadn’t had sex in over two month now. It was quite nerve racking. Slipping his tongue against the blond’s now, the Doctor pressed their sex’s together through their jeans.
He let his hand slide from the Doctor’s neck and down his bare chest and to his pants, touching the Doctor with gentle cool hands, slipping fingers in the band of his pants and pulled them tighter together. He had been craving this, the touching, and kissing, he hadn’t had it in so long and he wouldn’t want it with anyone else. The few times he had been kissed, and nearly naked with the Time Lord made his drive stronger, to finally have this with him.
Slightly impatient with his touching, ten turned them quickly so Tate was atop his hips. It made things much easier now, and god- the view was something he’d only imagined before. Quickly the Doctor began to take his own belt off, motioning for Tate to do the same.
He sat up on Ten, giving him room to being to remove his belt as Tate did the same, biting his lip hard enough it might bleed as he watched the flustered Doctor begin to remove his pants, and Tate did the same. He pulled his belt off and unbuttoned his pants, zipper down and sat his lean pale body and pushed his pants down, all while staring down at the Doctor. 
He groaned softly again, needing into the Doctor and let his hands move along his sides and chest, up his kissable neck when their lips met again. He kissed him passionately, meeting tongue with tongue as their lips fit perfectly, wantingly.
He lifted his own shirt above his head now, throwing it against the mantel piece above the fireplace, before softly brushing their chests together; They hadn’t been so close before, and the contact made the Doctor crazy with a hunger than only Tate could satisfy. He could feel his groin becoming hardingly distracting- he hadn’t had sex in over two month now. It was quite nerve racking. Slipping his tongue against the blond’s now, the Doctor pressed their sex’s together through their jeans.
He let his hand slide from the Doctor’s neck and down his bare chest and to his pants, touching the Doctor with gentle cool hands, slipping fingers in the band of his pants and pulled them tighter together. He had been craving this, the touching, and kissing, he hadn’t had it in so long and he wouldn’t want it with anyone else. The few times he had been kissed, and nearly naked with the Time Lord made his drive stronger, to finally have this with him.
Surprisingly letting out a soft growl when their hips met, The Doctor tried to move them towards the couch, his cold fingers running up the blond’s sides and then pulling their lips apart; ‘M’ angel, you’re as still as eager.’ Teasing Tate, he pulled the shirt over his head, and threw it away, before backing again, to the couch.
“More so, that I have not seen you I think.” He says between kisses, grinning against his lips and let his shirt slip easily over his head, legs hitting the back of the couch and he slowly went down, pulling the Doctor down over him.
Huffing softly against Tate’s shoulder as they fell, his face rose once more to look down at the younger’s body. Smooth porcelain flesh met the man’s lips before he could kiss his lips, tasting the ghost boy’s collarbone, and softly nipping.
He let out a soft groan as the Doctor’s lips found his collarbone, nipping and kissing at it, making Tate’s head fall back and let out another breathy noise. He moved his legs, opening to either side of the Doctor and pulled his hips up into the others, legs wrapping around his waist.
Sucking quite fervently against his shoulder now ,the Doctor only pulled away when he was satisfied with the darkened bruise he left on the boy’s pale flesh. Trailing kisses up Tate’s neck, the pair’s mouths softly met once more in a passionate kiss, aswell as frantic and both needy; Time had made them hungry, and the way their tongues danced with one another’s it was only proof.
He groaned softly again, needing into the Doctor and let his hands move along his sides and chest, up his kissable neck when their lips met again. He kissed him passionately, meeting tongue with tongue as their lips fit perfectly, wantingly. 
“Isn’t it always.” He breathed back, hands finding their way up his chest, looping around his neck and pulled in closer. He kissed him and let his fingers go up through his hair, tangling in the brunette strands and pulled a little.
His eyebrows rose slightly as Tate pulled at the hair at his nape, slightly caught off gaurd by the teenager’s roughness. ‘be careful not to break me, mate.’ Not that he’d mind. Pulling Tate against the large oak door, Ten moved his hands slowly under Tate’s shirt.
He hoped he wasn’t and would never hurt the Doctor, even with the small pull of his hair. He hadn’t seen him in so long, hormones raged even in the young dead boy. He pulled his hips into the Doctor’s when he was pressed up against the door, letting out a little groan to feel warm hands under his shirt.
Surprisingly letting out a soft growl when their hips met, The Doctor tried to move them towards the couch, his cold fingers running up the blond’s sides and then pulling their lips apart; ‘M’ angel, you’re as still as eager.’ Teasing Tate, he pulled the shirt over his head, and threw it away, before backing again, to the couch.
“More so, that I have not seen you I think.” He says between kisses, grinning against his lips and let his shirt slip easily over his head, legs hitting the back of the couch and he slowly went down, pulling the Doctor down over him.
Huffing softly against Tate’s shoulder as they fell, his face rose once more to look down at the younger’s body. Smooth porcelain flesh met the man’s lips before he could kiss his lips, tasting the ghost boy’s collarbone, and softly nipping.
He let out a soft groan as the Doctor’s lips found his collarbone, nipping and kissing at it, making Tate’s head fall back and let out another breathy noise. He moved his legs, opening to either side of the Doctor and pulled his hips up into the others, legs wrapping around his waist.
“Isn’t it always.” He breathed back, hands finding their way up his chest, looping around his neck and pulled in closer. He kissed him and let his fingers go up through his hair, tangling in the brunette strands and pulled a little.
His eyebrows rose slightly as Tate pulled at the hair at his nape, slightly caught off gaurd by the teenager’s roughness. ‘be careful not to break me, mate.’ Not that he’d mind. Pulling Tate against the large oak door, Ten moved his hands slowly under Tate’s shirt.
He hoped he wasn’t and would never hurt the Doctor, even with the small pull of his hair. He hadn’t seen him in so long, hormones raged even in the young dead boy. He pulled his hips into the Doctor’s when he was pressed up against the door, letting out a little groan to feel warm hands under his shirt.
Surprisingly letting out a soft growl when their hips met, The Doctor tried to move them towards the couch, his cold fingers running up the blond’s sides and then pulling their lips apart; ‘M’ angel, you’re as still as eager.’ Teasing Tate, he pulled the shirt over his head, and threw it away, before backing again, to the couch.
“More so, that I have not seen you I think.” He says between kisses, grinning against his lips and let his shirt slip easily over his head, legs hitting the back of the couch and he slowly went down, pulling the Doctor down over him.
“Isn’t it always.” He breathed back, hands finding their way up his chest, looping around his neck and pulled in closer. He kissed him and let his fingers go up through his hair, tangling in the brunette strands and pulled a little.
His eyebrows rose slightly as Tate pulled at the hair at his nape, slightly caught off gaurd by the teenager’s roughness. ‘be careful not to break me, mate.’ Not that he’d mind. Pulling Tate against the large oak door, Ten moved his hands slowly under Tate’s shirt.
He hoped he wasn’t and would never hurt the Doctor, even with the small pull of his hair. He hadn’t seen him in so long, hormones raged even in the young dead boy. He pulled his hips into the Doctor’s when he was pressed up against the door, letting out a little groan to feel warm hands under his shirt. 
talathewolfgirl asked:
Blue Indigo.
Blue~
- Being told by the person I love to go away and never come back
- Being shot
- The Darkness
Indigo ~
- The Doctor
- The Beach
