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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 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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