Doctor Who Slash

[munnin]

Title: Snow wolves.

Author: Munnin

Beta: Elanor

Pairing: Fifth Doc/Adric
Rating: Rish

Notes/Disclaimer: I make no money and do this only for the need to get it out of my head. Doctor Who characters belong to the BBC not me. No money, right!

Let’s face it. It had been a bad idea from the beginning. Yes, Arcticania was a beautiful world. No doubts there. And the Doctor had managed to land them in an uninhabited area in the safe period between the world’s two great wars. But in hindsight perhaps it would have been wisest to pay more attention to the time of year not just the year itself. Arcticanian autumns brought with them beautiful days but swift nightfalls and violent storms, predictable only in their ferocity.

 

At least the girls had the sense to head back to the TARDIS as the light failed. If the Doctor had restrained himself from the urge to educate Adric in the uniqueness of Arcticanian fauna, they may not have rambled off through the tundra in search of ice wolves. They most certainly wouldn’t have found themselves blind and disorientated in a sea of endless white as the storm surrounded them.

 

Even if common sense had prevailed, Adric might still have fallen through the ice and into the glacial lake since clumsiness and devastating bad luck can never be eliminated as decisive factors in disasters like this.

 

The only thing that could be said with any certainty was that they were lost, soggy and unless the Doctor could do something immediately, Adric was going to die.

 

He half carried, half dragged the unconscious Alzarian, frantically searching for somewhere safe for them both. The blizzard buffeted him, almost knocking him off his feet. He redoubled his grip on Adric and scanned to horizon. A tiny dark smudge in the world of white caught his attention and he staggered towards it. Already he could feel Adric’s body temperature drop as the boy’s sodden tunic stiffened and froze.

 

As the Doctor got closer, the smudge became clearer: a cave, narrow and dark but at least it was out of the snow. The Doctor ducked to get through the cave mouth but as he moved carefully deeper, the walls curved to the right, giving them a sheltered bolthole out of the wind.

 

Adric stirred as the Doctor laid him down on the stone floor. The Time Lord ran his hands over Adric’s body, searching for other injuries and unlacing the boy’s shirt.

 

“Don’t,” Adric whimpered as he started to wake, clutching at his clothes.

 

“Be still, Adric,” the Doctor whispered insistently, pressing his hand on Adric’s chest, hoping to stop the boy from sitting up suddenly and knocking himself on the low roof. “I need to get you out of these clothes.”

 

“Doctor, no!” Adric yelped but the Doctor had him firmly by the shoulders.

 

“Listen to me, Adric. You fell through the ice. You have hypothermia.” He held Adric down with one hand and ripped open his tunic. 

 

“But my clothes…” He struggled as the Doctor’s hand grasped his waistband.

 

“Are wet and frozen. We have to bring your core body temperature back up or you’ll slip into a coma.” With Adric now naked, the Doctor fumbled with his own clothes, dumping his sodden jacket and pants in the corner with Adric’s clothes. He shed his sweater and shirt, wrapping them around Adric’s shoulders and pulling him close.

 

“Doctor! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Adric cried as he felt the Doctor’s hard chest pressed against his own and the Time Lord’s arms wound around him.

 

“Hush Adric. It’s alright. You have to trust me.” The Doctor loosened his grip slightly and stroked Adric’s dark hair. “You need to be warm. This is the best I can do for you till the storm blows out.”

 

The Doctor’s rhythmic caresses slowly calmed Adric down and he started to shiver through the shock. The Doctor shifted closer, cradling Adric’s head on his shoulder and rocking him soothingly. Little by little, hurt began to filter the numbness and Adric whimpered with pain.

 

“Where are you hurt, Adric?” the Doctor asked, his voice low with concern.

 

“My fingers. I can’t feel them.” Panic shot through the boy’s body.

 

The Doctor ran his hand over Adric, traced the path of his arms in the darkness. Adric’s fingers were icy and unresponsive to his touch. Frostbite.

 

“Adric. This will hurt for a bit but after that you’ll be alright. I need you to trust me now.” The Doctor drew Adric’s fingers up to his face and sucked on them lightly.

 

Adric writhed in pain as sensation returned abruptly to his nerve endings. “Oh God, Doctor, please stop!” but the Doctor’s only reply was to suck harder, swirling his tongue around Adric’s fingers.

 

Adric buried his face in the Doctor’s neck, biting hard on his lip to keep from crying out. The pain slowly slackened but the Doctor didn’t relent. He released Adric’s hand only to swap it with the other, pressing Adric’s slick hand to his chest.

 

Adric moaned as the Doctor drew his fingers from his mouth with a pop. “How does that feel?” he murmured, trapping Adric’s hands between their chests and wrapping his arms around Adric’s waist, pulling his closer.

 

Adric tried and failed to answer, mewing weakly into the Doctor’s neck. Once the pain passed, the feeling of the Doctor sucking his fingers had sent bolts of fire through his body the likes of which he had never felt before. He was suddenly all too aware of how close they were and how hot the Doctor’s skin was.

 

“So warm,” Adric whispered, his lips almost touching the pale skin of the Doctor’s throat.

 

“Dual hearts. I can better regulate my body temperature.” The Doctor brushed his hand over Adric’s cheek, pleased to feel his skin warming. “How do you feel?”

 

Adric suppressed a groan as the Doctor started to rub his back, stroking from his shoulder blades down almost to the swell of his buttocks. He gave himself in to the pleasure and warmth of the caress.

 

The Doctor gently pushed Adric’s legs apart and eased closer, hoping to the warm as much of the young man’s body as he could.

 

Adric stiffened in panic as their skin touched and his awakening arousal brushed the Doctor’s hip. “Doctor…I…I’m sorry.” Shamefaced, he tried to pull away.

 

Even in the darkness, the Doctor could feel Adric blushing. “It’s alright, Adric. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” He ran soothing hands over the youth’s back. “You’ve matured so much since you came aboard. It’s perfectly normal for a young man of your age to go through certain changes...”

 

Adric’s only response was to hide his face in the Doctor’s ash blond hair.

 

“If you need to talk about it, I’m always here,” the Doctor whispered, still stroking his back.

 

“I…I talked to Nyssa,” Adric stammered, almost more embarrassed by this admission. 

 

“Oh,” the Doctor replied, trying not to sound disappointed. “Did it…was she able to help?” he asked, regaining his composure. Nyssa was after all a competent and sensitive young woman and if Adric felt more comfortable speaking to her then it was for the best.

 

“I suppose. Kind of…” he trailed off, unwilling to say more.

 

The Doctor lent close into Adric, brushing his lips over his ear. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

 

The low tone of the Doctor’s voice and his almost ticklish touch sent Adric into spirals. He moaned into the Doctor’s hair. Without thinking he ground his hips against the Doctor’s.

 

The Doctor wrapped his hand around Adric’s thigh, pulling the boy closer. “Tell me, Adric. What is it you want?”

 

“You.” Adric sobbed with relief. “It’s always been you. In my dreams. In my fantasies. I wanted to tell you but…”

 

“But you didn’t know how,” the Doctor prompted gently as he ran his hand almost lazily over Adric’s back. “Tell me now Adric. What do you fantasise about? What is it you imagine me doing?” Each stroke drifted lower over the youth’s back, the Doctor curling his fingers sensuously around the curves of Adric’s buttocks.

 

“Oh God!” Adric arched against the Doctor’s firm body. “I...I imagine you walking up behind me in the Console Room. Leaning over me to reach something. I imagine you pressing yourself against me…”

 

“Like this?” the Doctor whispered, his tone teasing and low as he pressed his own swelling erection against Adric’s hip.

 

“Oh, God yes!” Adric wailed as he fought to control himself. 

 

“Or like this?” In one swift movement he flipped the boy over, pressing himself against the slender curves of Adric’s back. He slid his hands over Adric’s chest and stomach, pulling him closer till they lay perfectly nestled together.

 

Adric moaned to feel the Doctor’s own arousal pressed between his cheeks as the Time Lord caressed his chest.

 

“Keep going, Adric. Tell me what it is you want of me.”

 

“I want…” Adric moaned as the Doctor’s sweeping stokes drifted lower and lower over his stomach. “I want…”

 

The Doctor bent to nibble along Adric’s throat, teasing the boy’s ear with his tongue. “Tell me, Adric,” he breathed, barely lifting his lips from the youth’s skin. “Do you imagine me touching you? My hands on your skin?” He traced feather-light spirals on the sharp angles of Adric’s hips, each time brushing tantalisingly through the downy curls till Adric trembled to his touch.

 

“Oh God yes! Please Doctor! I want you. I want you to…” Adric cried urgently, pushing back against the Doctor, trying to get across his meaning without the tangled in words.

 

The Doctor caught hold of Adric’s hip and held him still as he rubbed himself gently against the youth’s beautifully rounded cheeks. “You want me take you Adric?” he asked low and seductive, trailing kisses over the boy’s naked shoulder.

 

The shudder that rocked Adric’s body was answer enough.

 

“Forgive me, Adric,” the Doctor whispered, “but no.”

 

 Adric stiffened in his arms, flushing with embarrassment and rejection.

 

“You misunderstand me, Adric. I’m honoured. And if it is still you desire, when we get back to the TARDIS we can talk again…” Adric squirmed uneasily in his arms. “But I need you to understand that the first time can be…uncomfortable and without proper preparations it can lead to injury.” The Doctor stroked Adric’s cheek in the darkness. “I have no desire to hurt you, Adric.”

 

The honesty in the Doctor’s voice cut deep into Adric’s heart. “Do you mean you’re willing to…when we get back…”

 

“If it’s still what you want. And once you’re rested, of course.”

 

“I’d…” Adric gulped, trying to find his voice. “I’d like that.”

 

The Doctor smiled, pressing kisses to the pale column of Adric’s throat. He kneaded tenderly at the tense muscles in the youth’s shoulders and began to work his way down his chest.

 

Adric caught the Doctor’s massaging hands in his own. “I thought you said we should wait?”

 

“For that ultimate step, yes. But there’s no reason for us not to continue as we are.” He freed his hands and continued his slow kneading path down the boy’s body. “So? Where were we exactly? Ah yes! The Console Room with me pressed against your back.” He teasing his thumbs over the soft skin of Adric’s inner thigh. “Tell me what happens next, Adric. Tell me what you dream of me doing.”

 

Adric moaned as the Doctor gently parted his legs further and stroked maddeningly close to his groin. “I…in my dream you…put your arms around me and…undo my tunic.” His breath was coming in gasps as the Doctor ran a single finger over his balls.

 

“Perhaps I should continue from here?” the Doctor crooned seductively. “I ease one shoulder of your shirt off and kiss your tender skin.” Teasing his fingers through the dark curls, the Doctor wrapped his hand firmly around Adric’s arousal, teasing the leaking slit with his thumb.

 

Adric bucked in his arms, desperate for even the slightest friction but the Doctor held him with a firm arm around his chest. “Not so fast Adric.” he breathed, rubbing himself unhurriedly against the warm curves of Adric’s cheeks, “Close your eyes and enjoy the feeling. Come back to the Console Room with me.”

 

“I…I turn to face you…I want…to touch…to feel…” Adric panted as the Doctor set a slow and steady pace, rocking them together till their whole bodies moved in unison.

“You wish to explore my body Adric?” the Doctor crooned, “As I do yours. I long to trace your every curve. To map your beautiful body with my hands, my lips. To kneel before you and take you in my mouth, to truly know the taste of you.”

 

The thought of the Doctor on his knees drove Adric over the edge, his body taut as a bowstring as he thrust into the Doctor’s hand. He screamed incoherently into the night, a guttural cry of pleasure and release and fell limply into the Doctor’s embrace, panting.

 

The Doctor rolled the boy over and gathered him close, stroking the sweat-socked curls and murmuringly soothingly. Adric tried to say something but the Doctor placed a finger on his lips. “Rest now.”

 

“I feel I owe you…”

 

“There is no owing in love, dear boy.” the Doctor whispered, cradling Adric’s head on his shoulder, “Rest. I’m here and we’ll face tomorrow together.” But Adric’s eyes had already slipped closed.

 

***

 

The echo of voices woke the Doctor. Startled, he hastened to cover himself and the sleeping boy in his arms but the weight of their ordeal hung heavily on his limbs. The click of heeled boots and rustle of velvet, a sound as unique to Nyssa as her own voice echoed off the low roof. He relaxed then; Nyssa knew as much from Adric, there was no need to hide this from her. He let his head fall back with a sigh and let the weariness wash over him.

 

Nyssa crouched at the Doctor’s side, holding a steaming cup to his lips. “Drink. It’ll help.” He accepted it; hot, sweet tea flooded his body with warmth.

 

“How is he?” she asked, wrapping a white fur coat around Adric’s shoulders.

 

“He’ll be alright. A day’s rest…” Without thinking he reached out to stroke the boy’s pale cheek.

 

She cocked her head to look at the Doctor and he knew her gaze took in everything and for a moment he almost squirmed under her scrutiny. Surely she understood what had passed between them but did she approve? In her eyes had he taken advantage of Adric? For a moment he began to doubt the appropriateness of his own actions but she took his hand and squeezed it gently. Not just approving but appreciative. He had done the right thing for Adric and in her grace, he knew it.

 

Adric stirred between them, gripping the edge of the fur coat and pulling it tight. “Romana,” he mumbled, eyes half open in the gloom.

 

 “No. It’s Nyssa. Do you remember me?” she whispered urgently, a little frightened.

 

“Of course I do silly!” Adric laughed sleepily. “The coat belongs to Romana. She’d kill me if she caught me wearing it.”

 

‘I don’t think she’ll mind under the circumstances,” remarked the Doctor as he pulled on the clothes Nyssa had packed for him.

 

Between them they staggered out of the cave. The storm had cleared and the day was dawning brightly. Tegan, pacing the entrance in impatience, nearly crushed the Doctor in a frantic hug. “I thought we’d lost you. How dare you wander off like that! I don’t know what you were thinking or even if you were thinking at all…” but her tirade stopped dead at the sight of Adric, almost as pale as the fur that covered him. “Come on, let’s get you back to the TARDIS.” And she wrapped her arms around him for support.

 

The Doctor touched her lightly on the shoulder. “It’s alright. I’ll carry him.” He scooped the boy up in one fluid movement and set off towards the blue box on the horizon.

 

Adric rested he head against the warmth of the Doctor’s chest, grateful for the Time Lord’s strength, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a movement in the distance. “Look, Doctor,” he whispered, his words slurred by exhaustion, “Snow Wolves.”