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The Doctor ([info]fromgallifrey) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-10-10 12:07:00

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Entry tags:!complete, day 26, location: church, remy lebeau, the doctor (ten)

Who: The Doctor and Gambit
What: Modulator pre-testing
Where: The Church
When: Day 26, 10AM
Rating: Likely PG

The modulator was mostly done. Cannibalized batteries had been linked together in a long chain. From the Doctor's best guess he could manage 50 bursts from them if he was lucky, 30 if he wasn't. That was a very limited testing phase, and that fact made the Time Lord very particular in how he tested his new machine. Moving it was a chore - it weighed nearly fifty pounds. Long, round and skinny, the damned thing was cumbersome with wires hanging off it - making it so the Doctor had to be very careful as he shifted it.

"Testing! Testing! In 3 - 2- 1--!" He called. He was alone in the church, but he still felt like he ought to be careful. That he should at least warn anybody in earshot that he could, in theory, blow out their ear drums. His ear drums? Well, that was a chance he was willing to take. Besides, unless the modulator backfired, he was behind the sound pulse and waves didn't typically travel backward.

Pressing down the button the machine propped on the Time Lord's hip began to hum rather dramatically and he looked at it with a concerned expression. He could feel the tube heating up against him. The Doctor winced as the pulse finally went off with a squeal and a boom, it's force shaking the wooden structure in front of him. The frequency, of course, hadn't been set for wood - no, it was for glass. But, at least now he knew the damned thing turned on. Forty-something more tests to go.

The Doctor couldn't help it, he was pleased with himself, and it showed on his expression.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-10-10 04:33 pm UTC (link)
"You like some super genius, Docteur." Came the smooth, Cajun-accented voice from the direction of the cemetery. That red-head was perched up on the tallest gravestone, crouched down on the four-foot high round tombstone. Normally, he'd taken to sitting on the shoulder of one of the angels there, but it wasn't nearly as comfortable as the marble he was now settled on. Jeans, long-sleeve t-shirt (to combat the cooler temperatures), clean-looking sneakers (which was oh-so-rare for him, but his soaking wet boots were sitting out drying in the sun) and his gloves. He looked casual. He always did. And he was slowly straightening up, balancing without any trouble atop that headstone, so he towered over the Doctor below.

"Leas' i' works, non?" The Cajun asked with a curling smile, eyebrows lifting. There was a sway to his hips as he tilted to one side, then stepped forward and hopped down off the stone, having lept to the side a little so he could land on the creaking iron fence surrounding that graveyard. He groaned and strained under his greater weight, but it held him. He did this more often than he'd never admit, spent time in this graveyard leaping from stone to stone, he had to keep his skills sharp after all. When he got out of this place, he didn't want to be dull.

"Prou' o' you. T'ink i's gonna work?" A few steps along that fence, avoiding the spikes, he got closer to the Doctor, until he was just five feet away and could hop down and walk the rest of the way, gloved thumbs hooking in the belt loops of his jeans, for lack of a coat. He had to go get one. Badly. He needed somewhere to keep his playing cards.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-10-10 04:40 pm UTC (link)
Time Lord hardly even jumped when he heard that unexpected voice. Perhaps it was because he'd come to this odd sense of acceptance. There wasn't anything he could really prepare for when it came to this place - and he fancied the idea that if something was going to turn up to haul him off again it wouldn't do it while he was conscious. It certainly wouldn't announce itself first.

The Doctor carefully set the modulator down on the soft earth beside him. It was heavy! "I don't know if it's going to work. It should. I never managed to find Spock to go over my frequencies..." Or Jack. Or Nine. Or Sarah Jane. He'd worked this whole thing together in near seclusion, which wasn't like him. He was good with help (generally) when it came to this kind of thing; yet, the Gallifreyan had sequestered himself and ignored all the offers.

"Causing trouble?" He'd ask quietly. In went hands into his pockets as he shifted a little.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-10-10 04:47 pm UTC (link)
"Non." He purred the word out with a smile, leaning in closer so that he could speak it nearer to the Time Lord's ear. "Been real goo'. Hopin' San'a's wa'chin' an' gonna gimme lossa gif's 'dis year." A light tease, but at least it was true, he had been a good boy to the best of his ability. Which wasn't saying much.. "Y' g'wan insi'e ye'? Ma'e us 'de be'. T'ough' you coul' use uh goo' nigh's sleep. Pu' 'de couches in 'de office." And he'd made a nice little bed, filled with linens from the thrift store.. he loved how everything had simply shown back up there. "Aire' i' ou', even.. so don' smell so much like mol'." And he was proud of that, they didn't smell nearly as much as they had. "Move 'de desk, so you can still use i', you wan' to." He'd pushed it into the corner, with the little rickety, chair.. he'd made a rather comfortable little bedroom.

"Y'wan' I shoul' carry 'dat back insi'e f' you?" He'd seen the way you'd strained a little in putting it down. Fifty pounds was light for the Cajun, but he understood that it was heavier for the brunette in front of him. "Don' wan' ya strainin' uh muscle." Now that was a tease and came with a grin. Yeah, he was calling you a lightweight, Doctor.. and his eyes were straying to the angry bruise his elbow had left along your jaw. It looked like it hurt. A lot.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-10-10 04:55 pm UTC (link)
There were quite a few other bruises on the Time Lord that were conveniently hidden beneath his blue suit. They all hurt. They all reminded him that he was still quite damaged goods. Especially that one that ran around just below his ribs. That one was the worst.

The Doctor wasn't too eager to go back inside. No, that cell that had sprung up overnight was not something he could easily ignore. With it's beds and the way all the door needed was a lock -- well, it made him highly uncomfortable.

"It's alright, really. Think I'd rather just stay out here for a while," He was taking a few steps back and finding a spot to sit on a headstone. He noticed the way the Cajun looked at the bruise on his cheek and he turned his head as if to hide it.

"Think they're trying to tell me something?" He asked, holding out his hand and the big black letter "I" on it.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-10-10 05:01 pm UTC (link)
"Oui? Didn' like 'de real kinky cage I pu' in 'dere?" It was a joke, of course, that clearly hadn't been appreciated, and he regretted it as soon as it came out of his mouth. He'd seen it. He'd gone inside, he'd looked over the beds, he'd sat on one, and he'd stared at the door. When it hadn't slammed shut, he'd been much less scared of it and had sauntered out. Still, it gave him the creeps to look at it, being locked in a little cage, but he knew it wasn't some sort of trap right now.

Maybe later.

"Coul' take care o' i', you wan'." He could blow it up. He could cut it into little pieces and remove it piece by piece.. but blowing it up would damage their house, and he was sure that if he cut it up using that built-in-blow torch of his, that it'd just come right back hours later. As soon as they weren't looking. But he'd be happy to do it.

He was slowly following the Doctor over to the tombstone, and when he lifted his hand to show the letter "I" there, Remy held out his own hand, displaying the black glove. Undisturbed all night, as he'd slept with them on. He hadn't taken them off since the Doctor had.. well. Not since that day. Maybe it was a punishment for the Time Lord, maybe it was protection for the Mutant. Or maybe he was trying to keep the brunette safe from him.. whatever it was, they hadn't come off. "None f' me. T'ink 'de ot'ers go' 'dem?"

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-10-10 05:08 pm UTC (link)
The Doctor's expression was deadpan to the joke. He didn't like joking about things in this place anymore. Well, unless they were stupid tattoos. Or, well, otherwise harmless happenings. The cage was not a tattoo, and that brilliant brain of his was telling him that the cage wouldn't be harmless for long.

He was uncomfortable, perhaps visibly so, when the mutant followed him in the direction of the headstone. Something had been shaken, at least for him, between them. That fundamental trust, that he'd never do anything to hurt the other man was lost. He had done something to hurt him. He'd tried to and he couldn't stop. Now, when he looked at Remy it came in a thick, terrible, sinking feeling that maybe he couldn't even trust himself here.

"Looks that way. Notes have been popping up in the journals all morning with people speculating about them." Brown eyes fell to those gloves. "Have you checked?" He asked quietly.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-10-10 05:15 pm UTC (link)
"Non.." He was looking down at his gloved left hand, the same one that the Doctor had the marking on, turning it over and inspecting it slowly, before that other hand was coming out to undo the singular button and release the tight grip it had on his flesh. With a few slow tugs, and some anticipation, he was removing it and flexing his fingers, then turning it palm-down so he could see the back of his hand. A little breath escaped. No mark. No number. No letter. No stripes. Nothing. He pushed up his sleeve to look there for good measure, then lifted black and red eyes up to brown with a smile.

"Not'in'. Maybe 'dey jus' remin'in' you how grea' you are." The red-head was stepping in closer, shoving that glove into his back pocket, but he left the other one on. It'd be up to you to get that second glove off, Doctor.. at least suggest it, remind him, he'd take it off for you if you asked it of him.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-10-10 05:21 pm UTC (link)
There was a sense of relief when he saw that bare flesh. No mark. No letter. Nothing. He watched as those fingers flexed and stretched - the marks where the constricting glove had been were very clearly visible, running like little red wrinkles where seams and creases had been in the leather.

"As if I need reminding," he said lowly with a smirk.

He looked to the other glove, making no motion to take that hand himself. "Humor me," brown eyes meeting up with red ones in that request.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-10-10 05:23 pm UTC (link)
When the Doctor requested that he take off that other glove, Remy looked up again and smiled a little, stepping in half a step closer so he could lift his hand, palm up and button exposed, to the much older man. "G'wan." He was trying to help you, he really was. Maybe this, this show of trust between Cajun and Time Lord would help. You could take his glove off, Doctor.

He wanted you to.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-10-10 05:30 pm UTC (link)
Wordlessly he'd take the gloved hand, hanging there with his eyes on it rather than the Cajun's face. He was uncomfortable. Absolutely, positively, 100% uncomfortable as he had that appendage between his hands. He'd undo the button and carefully tug at the leather. He'd done this so many times before now that there wasn't any rational reason for him to be nervous or uncomfortable about it. Except he was.

Bare skin to the air, the Doctor turned Remy's palm over, looking to the back of his hand where he saw the black letter and he couldn't help but sigh. "Just like everyone else," he affirmed, leaving go and holding onto the glove instead.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-10-10 05:34 pm UTC (link)
Remy let out a slow breath when he saw the letter on the back of his hand. "F." He spoke slowly, before his lips curled up into a grin. "Guess 'dat means I fail, non? Ain' use' t' no' gettin' wha' I wan'. Gonna hafta try har'er nex' time, non?" He asked in a chiming tone, body swaying a little to the side in a deliberate motion, to earn the Time Lord's attention on him. It was wrong of him, really, to use his blatant sexuality to get things he wanted.. but he had since he was a boy. He wasn't about to stop now.

Then that unmarked hand was coming down to catch the Time Lord's empty one and hold onto it, fingers lacing. "I take 'de cage apar' when I go back insi'e nex', d'accord? Ain' gonna leave i' up in 'dere." Not if it so clearly made the Doctor uncomfortable.. though, it could have been himself making him uncomfortable, and not that cage.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-10-10 05:41 pm UTC (link)
"Or, theres two a's, an n, two t's, an s, and i and a c out there and when we all come together we spell fantastic." See, silly body art, perfect for making a joke about/. Time Lord's attention, despite outward appearances had not been off of the Cajun since he'd turned up. No need to sway and flaunt, Remy, you had his mind set on you.

He let his hand be taken up, just for a few moments before squeezing and pulling it back away with a small smile. "No, no need for that," he said quietly. In truth, he was hoping they'd be ready to try and get out soon.

"How's that vampire friend of yours doing with all this sunshine?"

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-10-10 05:46 pm UTC (link)
He'd try and pull away, but as he was pulling back, Remy's hand went with him. No shaking free. Not yet. he was holding on. He wasn't done with you yet, Time Lord. "She ain' doin' ba'.. tol' me 'bou' 'de lil' boy bein' uh werewolf. Ha' guesse', bu' didn' know f' sure 'til I kin'a tricke' her int' tellin' me." Sly Cajun that he was. Con man. Thief. Master thief he reminded himself with a slight smile.

"Y'know.. she ain' go' not pro'ems wit' 'de sunligh'.. an' she gonna live f'ever." Were you following him on this same thought, Doctor? He could live forever, like you. And the way he swayed in again and bumped hips was enough to say that he'd considered it and that he was willing to do it. Was it scary for you, Time Lord? To think he might do that, for you?

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-10-10 05:54 pm UTC (link)
"Vampires, werewolves, zombies.. What's next, ghosts? Goblins? How about a leprechaun?" The Doctor wasn't shaking the hand off, just letting it follow as the other was so good at doing.

"That's interesting," Time Lord brushed off the comments of no adverse reaction to the sun and the mention of immortality. "Aside from killing people, consuming their blood no less, I'd guess she hasn't got any drawbacks." He sounded sarcastic, and it was unusual to be so blatant about his sarcasm. It hadn't even crossed his mind that was something the Cajun was considering as a lifestyle choice. No, that would be just stupid.

"I should see Rose," he said quietly. John had been sent back to a lukewarm memory. He hadn't talked to anyone else about it. Not even Nine. No, he wanted to talk to Rose and only Rose about his experience following the Satan Pit.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-10-10 06:02 pm UTC (link)
"Le's hope 'dere ain' no ghos's. Go' 'nuff o 'dem wit'ou' 'de real kin' flyin' 'roun' here." It wasn't an appealing idea.. there wasn't any telling who could show up for him if they were including the dead. Likely Logan, they liked torturing him with Logan.

When he shot down the idea of living forever so easily, the Cajun sighed some. Okay, maybe he was right, it was sort of silly, wasn't it? But then he was mentioning Rose and the red-head swayed again, an unconscious reaction to the girl's name. Notice him, Doctor. You didn't need to be thinking about her, you needed to be thinking about him.

Always about him.

"Ain' seen her in uh few days?" He questioned at last, keeping that smooth smile on his face. Don't read into it too hard, Doctor.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-10-10 06:39 pm UTC (link)
Had the Doctor known that all he had to do was not mention something and suddenly the Cajun would be giving up the thought, he'd have stopped mentioning a lot of things quite a while ago.

"Haven't seen her for a quite a while, not since before.." Before they took him. Had you realized he hadn't hardly even spoke to her since he'd been dropped back here Remy? "Wouldn't want her to think she's done something... Or, that I'm not sorry..." Did Rose Tyler even think about the stupid things he'd done anymore? It'd only been a few days, but in this place days might as well have been months. Things moved so fast and changed. It made for fast and brightly burning relationships and some ills to be forgotten a bit faster than they may have been elsewhere.

Thin-framed man was pushing up to stand, this time he was pulling his hand away. He wanted to talk to Rose. No, he needed to. After it'd been rubbed in his face how stupid he'd been so long ago. He knew how she felt then as clearly as he had in experiencing it all again; yet, he hadn't done anything. Hadn't said anything. He just wanted to apologize to her for that, even if he knew it wouldn't mean anything.

He'd shove his hands into his pockets and give the Cajun the best imitation of a bright smile he could manage. It'd be a few beats before he was leaning forward, pressing a chaste kiss to the Cajun's cheek.

Of course he was thinking about you.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-10-10 06:42 pm UTC (link)
He nodded when the Doctor said he had to go talk to her. Of course he did. He may not have spent much time with Rose Tyler, but the red-head knew he spent all of his spare time thinking about her. Of course he did. He loved her. And when that hand was pulled away, Remy was taking back that glove, and moving to pull them both properly onto his hands again, though he paused when the kiss came, and a bit of a wider smile touched his lips.

"Y' ain' gonna gimme cooties y' kiss me on 'de mout'." He reminded, but wouldn't lean in to steal a kiss of his own. No, he'd let the Doctor do that in his own time, proper-like. He didn't want to rush anything and scare him off (or scare himself). "G'wan an' talk wit' her. M' gonna take 'dat cage 'par'. Won' be 'dere when y' ge' back." It was a promise of sorts. He'd take care of you, Time Lord. Anything you needed, if it was within his power, he'd take care of it. You didn't have to worry about things as much anymore, you knew you had him at your back. Right? Right.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-10-10 06:56 pm UTC (link)
There wasn't any love lost for those gloves as they were pulled back on and brown eyes just absorbed as the Cajun's hands were taken away again. Of course he didn't make a move to stop the damned glove. No, he'd just watch and the wheels would be turning quite visibly in his head.

"I know," he replied firmly enough, turning away from the Cajun as he mentioned the cage was coming down. "Just don't be surprised when they just put it back up again tomorrow." He looked back to shrug. "We all know how they work by now."

He was walking away again, pausing just a moment at the gate. "See you soon," he'd wave, even. Not even ten feet apart and he waved, leaving that modulator on the ground. Wasn't like he was going to lug it off to go find Rose.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-10-10 07:01 pm UTC (link)
"Den I'll jus' take 'de damn t'in' down 'gain t'morrow." He promised with a smile, taking one step after the Time Lord, but then he was pausing at the gate and waving back at him, and the Cajun stopped. Don't follow him. Don't. Stop it-- don't move. Stay.

Good boy. A smile was returned and he lifted a gloved hand to wiggle his fingers in return, and he allowed the Doctor to leave.. then he was bending to pick up that modular and take it back inside. With it set aside safely on the altar, the Cajun was stepping forward to press a bare pointer finger against one of the bars near the top of the cage. He'd cut it apart in sections, bit by bit, and throw them outside. The beds could stay, he'd use the mattresses.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-10-10 08:16 pm UTC (link)
It wasn't all that late when the Doctor was pushing open the Chapel doors and stepping into that house of worship that served more as a shelter than anything else. Nobody came here for services and since there wasn't anyone who claimed to be a priest among them, well the structure was as good for sleeping in as it was for praying. If it wasn't for all the distinctly religious bits and pieces, nobody would know it was a chapel at all. Especially not with the way the pews had been cast aside to make space for that cage.

The Doctor canted his head a little, walking deeper into the main room to where the cage had been. It was gone, courtesy of Remy; but, that didn't erase the memory of it's quite imposing nature before.

"Remy?" came a low tone, as he continued down toward the altar and came upon the door to that office. The office that made his stomach turn. Why were they sleeping in there? Maybe because it was the only room with a lock.

"Gambit?" He'd ask, tapping on the door before sticking his head inside.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-10-10 08:20 pm UTC (link)
When the Doctor got home that evening, (though the sun wasn't lowering, their watches said that it was getting to be evening) he'd find a pile of scrap metal, obviously pieces of the cage, laying outside. There weren't nearly as many as there should have been, but there were burn marks on the trees. He'd been charging them and throwing them into the woods, destroying bits and pieces, but he'd gotten tired after doing it so many times and had headed back in. The only sign of the cage now was the two beds, which he'd moved into a corner of the church, pushed together to make another big bed.

But he didn't dare sleep on it, just in case he wound up on the floor in the morning. He had moved the modulator safely to the altar and the door to the make-shift bedroom was pushed open as he knocked, noise signaling the Cajun was inside. He was draping curtains over the window there, to make it nice and dark so they could sleep. He'd found a large dress in the thrift shop and he was nailing it over the window for a curtain. They could just tie it back when they wanted light.

He could make anything livable, couldn't he, Doctor? That happened when you moved around a lot.. you knew about moving around a lot, but you always had that TARDIS to go home to.

"Oui." He said over his shoulder with a little smile, climbing off of the desk he had sitting now beneath the window. Yes, he'd chosen this room because it was a room, because it had a door, and because that door had a lock.

"Back la'er 'den I t'ough' you' be. Everyt'in' go okay?" With Rose, he meant. He hadn't known about that little secret meeting of yours.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-10-10 08:27 pm UTC (link)
Time Lord was looking around at makeshift decor. He recognized the musty couches, the sheets, the pillows. He was watching that curtain being put up with care and practicality. None of it really served to make it feel any more comfortable for him. It just seemed like makeup covering an ugly bruise - you still knew it was there. Still, he'd manage a smile for his lover and he'd sit on the edge of that bed, pulling off his shoes.

"Fine," he said. Everything was fine. Just like it'd been every time you asked.

"At least they're not blowing sirens all the time again," he mumbled, starting to undo a plethora of buttons. "Apparently they thought a foray into sleep deprivation was good for the soul.

In his undershirt and trousers he was laying down into that bed and pulling up a blanket. During the day he wore his mask well enough; but, at night it slipped a little and what was left was a tired man who couldn't hide it all that well.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-10-10 08:32 pm UTC (link)
"Don' give 'dem any ideas." He reminded with a little smile, watching as he undressed.. and Remy was slowly following suit, tugging off his t-shirt to leave him shirtless, and with his shoes, socks and pants off, he was in just boxer briefs, and climbing into the bed next to his lover.

"'Fine' uh wor' in Time Lor' 'dat means 'I ain' doin' okay?'" He questioned with a little lift of his eyebrows, settling in beside him and smoothing a gloved hand up and over his t-shirt covered chest. But the Doctor wouldn't get a chance to answer. The Cajun was leaning to press his mouth to the other man's. A slow, chaste thing at first, that would deepen if that brunette would allow it.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-10-10 08:37 pm UTC (link)
His eyes had slipped closed before the Cajun had crawled into bed beside him. He'd feel that hand, of course; but, that was normal. Remy was always touching him. Always demanding that the Time Lord be reminded he was there.

What he hadn't expected was the press of that kiss. He'd allow it, he'd take that comfort, he'd press back and hold on. He wasn't upping the ante and if the Cajun tried to he'd just smother his face into Gambit's musclebound shoulder.

"Fine, meaning, I'm fine," he'd whisper. More like 'I'm tired.' Perhaps a bit of 'I'm hurting,' too.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-10-10 08:40 pm UTC (link)
"Know you better 'den 'dat." He insisted in a whisper, turning his head some to kiss along the Time Lord's jaw, his hand smoothing down over that chest, over that abdomen, and lower. He was making it very clear what he wanted from you, Doctor. And didn't you owe him, after what you'd done to him?

He trailed his mouth up that jaw, then down his neck slowly, to start kissing along his throat. His free hand was sliding up to catch the bare hand nearest and hold on, fingers twining, leather pressed up against skin.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-10-10 08:48 pm UTC (link)
That kiss made the bruise along his chin burn and throb. That leather bound hand traversing him only made the Doctor squirm a little. "Then you know I'm fine," he'd insist again.

That leather was still so very much a restraint. "You want--?" He wasn't even going to finish that thought because his eyes were coming open and he was arching into the movements of the man against him. He was trying to pull his hand out of the grasp of that glove - not because he wanted away too terribly, but because he needed to keep that leather off of his skin.

"You don't need to take care of me," came a whisper as he turned his face to put a kiss on ginger crown. "I'm fine."

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-10-10 08:52 pm UTC (link)
"Ain' takin' care o' you. Takin' care o' me." He insisted softly, lifting his face back up for another kiss to his mouth, as both hands were pulling away from his body and pressing into the bed on either side of the Time Lord, so he could lean over him properly and give him that slow, lingering kiss. Once he was done, he laid partially atop him, chests touching, but hips separate. He shifted his arms, putting a bit more weight on the older man, but not enough to injure that bruise terribly much.

"C'mon." He insisted quietly, pushing up enough that they were no longer touching, and he could start removing those gloves. They were tossed aside and it was the smooth skin of his fingers that found the skin between pants and shirt, playing along his abdomen before he pressed that warm palm down against the slight muscle there. "'Dis goo' f' bot' us, Docteur." He had purred that name out for the other man's benefit.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-10-10 09:00 pm UTC (link)
"You've been doing nothing but taking care of me all day, Remy LeBeau." He'd noticed the way the Cajun kept fixing things, moving things, getting things: it was all out of care for him. Like the Doctor was damaged goods. Perhaps he was.

The wince that came was reflexive in response to the press of bare chest against his own. The Cajun kept insisting, kept pushing as he hung there on top of him, and brown eyes worked very hard at holding on to the familiar red ones on top of him. The way that hand kept moving along his middle made thing muscles shift and his back arch again.

"All I can think about," Time Lord spoke plainly, there was no attempt at muffling his words there and from the look on his face you knew why he wasn't reacting to your touch the way he would have not so long ago. He was thinking about what he'd almost done - and it was hard to get aroused at that thought. No matter what he felt toward you, Cajun; no matter how adept you were at persuasion, it's difficult to get past fear. Terrible, aching fear that he might hurt you again.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-10-10 09:05 pm UTC (link)
"Gonna wipe 'dat mem'ry from y' min'." He promised softly, his fingers pressing down below the line of his pants and dipping lower. And if that Doctor wasn't very careful, Remy would be reaching low enough to try and entice a reaction. "Jus' t'ink 'bou' righ' now. Jus' me an' you, righ' now." He suggested quietly near his ear. "Jus' now." Repeated softly, as he slid his body down a bit, to get a little more comfortable, his face now more level with the band of bruises across his chest, though they were beneath the shirt. That mouth was coming down to breath hotly there, before pressing a kiss to the white fabric.

He was very persuasive, Doctor. How strong were you? Especially when you knew that you owed it to him? That free hand of his was coming up again to grip onto the one nearest to him, skin against skin this time. He really did like this hand-holding thing, didn't he? He couldn't help it, it was a rush for him, the intimacy that came along with holding hands, with skin pressing against skin-- palms against palms. That was the most protected place on his body, and thus it was the most sensitive.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-10-10 09:14 pm UTC (link)
Of course he owed him. He owed the Cajun a 'sorry' a day for the rest of his life. He owed him more than sex he owed him out and out servitude because when it came down to it, how did one ever make up for something like that? The more the Doctor tried to will himself into the moment, to better please his lover, the more he was remembering the frenzied crack of his elbow and slamming to the hard wood floor, humiliated with pants around his ankles.

Eyes squeezing shut he'd reach down to haul that thicker body back up again, to settle his knees along the outside of bare thighs. He owed you. For taking care of him, for not killing him, for allowing him back into this bed. He didn't want to do it, obvious by the lack of reaction; but, he would. He'd satisfy this craving of his lovers - that was what he wanted, yes?

Pressing his forehead into shoulder the Doctor was shifting and pressing down fabric, kicking off pants and putting his knees back where they belonged. He was submitting, Remy; how often did that happen?

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-10-10 09:19 pm UTC (link)
Did you remember, Doctor, way back when the two of you had met? When he'd chased after you relentlessly? And that time, when you'd finally surrendered, finally given into him (on this same couch, no less) to lay limply beside him and let him hold your hand? Did you remember that? When you gave up like this, it always made him not want you anymore. Luckily, what you were submitting to wasn't what he wanted. And with his hips settled between the Time Lord's, he was continuing that venture with his hand, letting his mouth trail along exposed neck and clothed shoulders, up along his jaw, back to his mouth, avoiding the bruise.

He didn't want a limp fish, Doctor, couldn't you try and get into this, for him? He'd work steadily on pleasing the other man for as long as it'd take to get him interested.. and if he ultimately found he couldn't get into it, well.. then Gambit would deal with that as it came along.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-10-10 09:27 pm UTC (link)
He couldn't help but wonder why the other man wanted this at all; why it was that following their last encounter (the day before yesterday for crying out loud) that he'd be so quick to jump into bed with him again.

"You have me, Remy. You don't need to do this to know that," his voice was bare and quiet as he pressed into the lover atop him, tried to think only of that hot hand it's work at distracting him. He knew he was talking into the other man's mouth, his cheek, his very breath; but, he had to try. It wasn't that he thought it was a terrible idea, or that what had happened would happen again - he just didn't believe that he'd been forgiven so easily.

"Can't I just hold on to you?" His lips to the others ear. Even as he spoke he could feel the inevitable arousal as the Cajun pressed against him still.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-10-10 09:32 pm UTC (link)
"Oui." He agreed quietly. You could hold onto him. You could hold him til your hearts were content once he had what he wanted. "Nee' 'dis," he insisted quietly. "Nee' t' do 'dis wit' you. Wanna." He wanted this, Doctor. Wasn't that enough? Was he forgiving you? Maybe. Or maybe he was trying to get what you owed him. Maybe he was punishing you.. but that didn't quite sound like this loyal man, did it? Loyal to you, just you.

"Please." It wasn't often he said that word in English, it held so much more weight in French, but he was doing it now, he was requesting now. He wanted this, and he wanted you to say yes. He wanted consent. That hand was still working, his body moving a little, brushing hips against that more sensitive place between the Doctor's thighs, you knew that feeling, didn't you, Time Lord? You knew how good it could be.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-10-10 09:40 pm UTC (link)
'Need this.'

He swallowed hard. It felt like giving another piece of candy to a spoiled child - at first the kid smiled, but in the end you only felt bad about it as if you were only encouraging them so they'd be quiet.

"Remy," he'd say, breath hitching. He'd already given consent, he'd let the other man between his legs and allowed that hand to work. He hadn't said no. He hadn't worked at denying. No, he'd just been slow to respond and less than eager to take.

He'd press his mouth against the other man's throat, hands tugging at shoulders in a manner that could be outright demanding but was more concessionary than that. "Come on," he mumbled, dragging that body down atop his own so he could hold on.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-10-10 09:47 pm UTC (link)
When he got the consent he wanted, Remy was letting out a little breath and leaning into that kiss a bit more eagerly. He knew you could already feel his interest in this, Doctor. There was no denying what he wanted. But after that eager kiss was finished, the Cajun was pulling away just enough so that he could settle on his back on the bed and close his eyes a brief moment. Then he was reaching over to tug the Time Lord in, to roll him atop.

Not so strange, was it? They'd done this before, with the Doctor on top. You'd have to be an active participant now. You didn't have a choice. But oddly enough, instead of him urging your legs apart, he was shifting his own and letting you settle there. He was warm, but you knew that already. Warm to the touch. Always just a little warmer than average people.

And it was a set of red and black eyes were looking up, lifted and focused on brown. "D'accord." He whispered more quietly. His body was tense, but he was breathing evenly. He'd relax soon enough. The only question now, Doctor, was could you do this? It was easy to lay back and let him have his way.. but could you handle him laying back and letting you have yours?

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-10-10 09:55 pm UTC (link)
He took that kiss reveled in it as much as conscience and fortitude would allow and then he felt the Cajun roll off of him, felt that bed shift a little.

This wasn't strange at all, this was something he knew the Cajun enjoyed, the Doctor in control. Usually, the Doctor did, too. It wasn't what he wanted right now, though. Not even a little. He was shifting, ready to roll the Cajun man back over, to tug him back when he felt those legs part and he found himself in unfamiliar water.

"No," he said firmly. He'd push up on his palms and shift one leg so it was outside. The short answer was that he could not do this. That he could not handle it and would not be humoring the Cajun man in this way.

None too carefully he was rolling off and out and away leaving the Time Lord feeling cold. "I owe you so much, but this?" His brows knitted up in a look of concern. "Not this..." Because the pose made him sick to his stomach. The entire situation made his skin tight and his brain freeze.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-10-10 10:54 pm UTC (link)
"Non." He insisted, once the Time Lord had rolled away and curled up next to him. He was dragging the blankets back up over their bodies and reaching out to cup the other man's cheek in a scarred hand. "Non, Docteur, you don' owe me not'in'. An' you ain' never gonna owe me sex, 'das no' how our frien'ship work." The insistence came with a bit of a tighter tone, like he was straining for the Doctor to understand.

"S'okay. We don' gotta." Though moments ago he'd just said how much he needed it. He needed to let this happen so he knew you wouldn't hurt him. But you were refusing, and he was giving in, giving up what he'd wanted so you didn't have to go through with it. It happened more often than people on the outside looking in would think. From the outside, it appeared very much that Remy always got his own way, all the time, with no exceptions.. it certainly wasn't the case.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-10-10 11:01 pm UTC (link)
Well, now he felt foolish, and that was why he rolled over and away from that hand that settled on his cheek. He pressed back, forcing his spine against the Cajun's warm skin. There wasn't anything between them so he could really feel that extra punch of warmth that came from the man who seemed to have energy stored up in his very bones.

He knew the Cajun was relenting, backing down and he appreciated it, really he did. Because the very last thing he wanted to do was to have to leave that room, the bed even, and sleep alone. He didn't want to yell and fight, and the way his lover relented told him that maybe Remy didn't want to either.

Reaching around him he'd grip the Cajun's wrist, pulling am arm around himself and demanding to be held. Demanding to be had.

"Thank you," he breathed.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-10-10 11:06 pm UTC (link)
"Don' gotta t'ank me. Jus' wanna make y' comf't'ble wit' me, wanna keep y' here. Wanna keep y' safe." Of course he worried about you, he loved you, Doctor. he'd admitted it and he meant it.

And with his arms winding around that thinner body, and tugging him in close, the Cajun pressed his face into the back of the Doctor's neck and just breathed in. This wasn't what he'd wanted, it wasn't what he'd expected, but it was enough for now. Laying here like this with his lover. Could he really be called that? It had been.. what.. four times? Did four times make a lover? Perhaps.. but did four times, with nothing but fighting between each time, make a lover?

That made a wife.

Remy's lips curled at his own little joke and his eyes slid shut. He could handle this. He'd wait and he'd be fine, for his Doctor. As long as it was for his Doctor, he could handle anything, he was sure. Well.. mostly anything.

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[info]fromgallifrey
2009-10-10 11:12 pm UTC (link)
"I'm still here," He reminded of the obvious, mashing the side of his head down into his pillow. "As much as I'd like to be able to tell you that you can do that, Remy, you can't." Nobody was safe here. Nobody.

He'd quite consciously press back into that holding form. He'd allow his pulse to settle and demand that his brain stop. "Thank you." That's right, he deliberately thanked the Cajun man again. He was thanking for the attempt at security, at stability.

"Goodnight," he'd pull one of those hands up to his mouth, brush a kiss along it's edge and settle in until sleep took him.

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