Fuzz In Time

Fuzz In Time – part four
Fandom: Doctor Who/Hot Fuzz
Pairings: Doctor Ten/Nicholas Angel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU, slash, crossover, slight humor, some drama, and some violence

Notes: My muse wanted to write this ever since I saw Hot Fuzz. I’m just starting in the Doctor Who fandom also, so please let me know if I got anything wrong.

Possible sequel in the future, because there are some things I wanna do in this universe (Plus, I had forgotten about other things).

Disclaimer: Doctor Who belongs to those people at the BBC and Hot Fuzz belongs to Working Title and the lovely, hot, and creative Simon Pegg and friend Edgar Wright.

.-.

Doris curled up against the wall, shaking, as she buried her face between her knees. She had a horrible fear of snakes, and no matter what she did while in the police force… er, service… she couldn’t get over it. Danny wasn’t tortured as much with his fear, it seemed, because he was frantically searching his pockets for something.

“What’re you doing?” she asked.

“Looking for my drink. I know I had it here somewhere.”

“Maybe you forgot it back on Earth.”

“Yeah, you might be right.” He lay back against the cell wall. “I hope Nicholas is all right.”

“He’s stronger than us,” said Doris. “He’ll manage.”

“Yeah, and that Doctor bloke seems pretty tough too.” Danny admired.

“And smart,” Doris agreed.

“And funny.”

Doris sighed. “And so handsome.”

For a little while, their fears were forgotten.

.-.

Angel slowly removed his lips from the Doctor’s and turned away. He refused to show the Time Lord how shook up the kiss made him. Out of all the times he had kissed someone it had never felt like that, ever.

He didn’t know what was wrong with him. He really didn’t feel like analyzing it.

“Sergeant Angel?” the Doctor inquired softly.

“Um, they might be watching…” Angel said quietly. “Don’t want to give them more fuel.”

“Yes, you’re right. Still, they might have seen that already and heard what you just said…”

Angel turned around and stared at the Doctor. “Can’t you… I don’t know, put something on or something?” he suddenly snapped. “It’s very distracting.”

“Sorry,” the Doctor smiled widely, “but as you can see, my clothes are in pieces.”

Angel’s eyes roamed the Doctor’s body as if they had a will of their own. He stared a little too long below the Doctor’s waistline, and the Doctor smirked.

“Don’t get too excited, Sergeant.”

Embarrassed, Angel looked everywhere except at the Doctor. “Oh, jog on,” he huffed.

The Doctor laughed.

It wasn’t until moments later, after a bit of pacing by the Doctor, that Angel leaned back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, and shut his eyes. He didn’t want to speak or do anything that could make those stone aliens torture him or the Doctor again.

Hearing something close by, he opened one eye and saw the Doctor rummaging through the pockets of his ruined suit. Angel opened the other eye and watched, wishing there was something he could do to help, but even with his knowledge he hadn’t a clue what to do on this alien planet.

“I left it on the TARDIS,” the Doctor sighed, dropping his ruined trousers on the floor.

“Left what?”

The Doctor looked at him. “My water pistol.”

Angel’s eyebrows rose. “You carry a water pistol with you?”

“Yeah. Well,” the Doctor shrugged. “Never know when you’ll need it.”

Angel kicked at the bottom of the cell door in frustration. “Great, now what do we do? We’re stuck here with no way out, and those aliens are going to torture us to death just because they want something that they can’t have!” Angel leaned back against the wall again and slid down until his butt touched the floor. “And you’re still naked!” He waved a hand at the Doctor. “It’s bloody distracting!”

The Doctor sat beside him, leaning his head back on the wall. “I’m sorry; we’re just going to have to sit tight for now.”

“But they’re going to torture us! There has to be something we can do! I can’t just sit here and do nothing!”

The Doctor pressed closer to Angel and laid his head on his shoulder. “Sometimes you can’t win with brute force alone. Sometimes you just have to do the waiting game.”

Angel took a few deep breaths, shut his eyes, and tried to remember that he needed to switch off sometimes.

“So, what should we do while we wait? I’m sure they’ve taken your time machine… whatever it’s called.”

“TARDIS.”

“Right, right. Your TARDIS.” Angel breathed in deeply. “So, what do we do while we wait?”

The Doctor stared, a knowing look in his eyes, and Angel stared back. The look the Doctor was giving him didn’t register in his head for a minute, and when he finally realized what the look meant…

“Oh—my—God, you’ve GOT to be joking.”

The Doctor flashed him a toothy grin.

“No,” said Angel, still not believing it. “We can’t… Doctor, it was just one kiss! Shouldn’t we, I don’t know, go on a few dates first or something beforehand?”

“What better way for a distraction?”

“W-what?”

The Doctor turned his body so that it was half lying on Angel. He leaned in very close to Angel’s ear, pretending that all he wanted to do was nibble on it when actually he was doing it so that he could whisper to him: “I don’t want them overhearing us, but I’ve got a plan, thanks to your kiss.”

“Oh?” Angel whispered back. Then he hissed aloud when the Doctor bit down on his ear lobe a bit too hard. “I still don’t understand how that’s going to…”

“Just play along,” the Doctor said into his ear.

Angel was still lost at what the Doctor’s plan was, but what else was there to do? If this was indeed his last few hours of life, he should get laid, right? Although, he never thought his last time would be with another man, much less a man from another planet. But the Doctor’s lips were soft and warm, and his body was hot and hard. The Doctor’s fingers were nimble and long as he undid the buttons on his shirt—once clean and crisp—and slid it off his shoulders. His tie lay around his neck, undone, his belt was off, and then the rest of his police uniform came. Still kissing, Angel toed off his shoes and shucked off his underpants.

Skin against skin, hard angles and taut muscles fused together like hot metal. Angel felt the urge to take the initiative and grabbed the Doctor’s arse, lift him into his arms, and then easily guided him onto the table. The Doctor wrapped his arms around Angel’s shoulders and his legs around Angel’s waist, Angel’s fingers in the Doctor’s hair.

Never in a million years had Sergeant Angel thought something like this would get him harder than any fantasy he’d had. He could feel the primal need deep in his belly, and he wanted nothing more than to feel the Doctor around his cock. He hitched the Doctor’s legs around his hips and brought a hand down to wrap it around the Doctor’s erection. It thickened in his hand, long and hard. The Doctor moaned into Angel’s mouth and thrust up into his hand.

Angel moved his hand to his own cock and stroked it a few times, gathering precome on the tip. The Doctor switched from Angel’s lips to his neck and sucked and kissed openmouthed. Angel softly moaned, bringing his hand below the Doctor’s balls and gently pushed on the skin. The Doctor spread his legs wider.

“Know what you’re doing, Sergeant?” the Doctor panted.

“I have an inkling,” Angel whispered hoarsely. “But if I do anything wrong I’m sure you’d tell me.”

The Doctor smiled, and Angel just had to kiss it. The Doctor moaned low in his throat, and then there was tongue; the Doctor swallowed it, running his hands up and down Angel’s naked back. Angel’s fingers moved lower, finding the puckered skin; he teased it gently, and bit by bit it started to loosen.

“Clean, Doctor?”

“Always.”

“Good.”

Angel went down, licking at a nipple along the way; the Doctor gripped the edge of the table, spreading his thighs and arse cheeks. Angel used his thumbs to help open the Doctor up, and then delved in without a second thought. Slowly, gently, Angel began to replace his tongue with a finger. The Doctor clenched once in reflex, and then forced himself to relax.

“Lube?” Angel asked.

“No, sorry,” the Doctor panted softly. He hissed when Angel slid his finger all the way in.

“What then?” Angel said. He licked at the skin below the Doctor’s balls.

“It’ll be fine,” the Doctor said. “Sweat, saliva, come…”

Angel moaned without meaning to and went back to slicking the Doctor up. Once in a while, the Doctor stroked himself, and Angel would raise his eyes and watch. Precome leaking out, Angel caught some and swiped it all around the Doctor’s arse, thrusting a finger in and out a few times.

“Just do it,” the Doctor ordered.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” the Doctor hissed. “Do it!”

Angel was so aroused he couldn’t hold back now even if he wanted. He rose above the Doctor, sweaty and panting, and lined himself up against the Doctor’s arse. He stared into the Doctor’s eyes as if asking for permission. The Doctor stared at him with smoldering eyes and nodded once. Angel licked his top lip, tasting salt.

“Yes.”

“Fuck.”

The Doctor was tight; tight and hot. Angel’s forehead pressed sticky against the Doctor’s shoulder as he pushed forward. The Doctor squeezed instinctively, and then he pushed out, easing it. Angel pushed more and then he was buried to the root. The Doctor groaned aloud, head tilted back, and Angel had to grit his teeth and force himself still. If he moved now, he would explode.

He lifted his head, and the Doctor took his mouth with his. They kissed and touched, their bodies relaxing, as they melted into each other. The table below them was no longer cool, the air around them heavy, and their breaths mingled in and out. Angel got on his knees, held the Doctor’s hips, and then slowly pulled out, halfway.

They locked gazes, and then Angel snapped his hips forward. The Doctor screamed.

Angel faltered, worry in his eyes. The Doctor curled around him.

“Don’t stop.”

Angel obeyed, positioning himself better over the Doctor, and then carefully moved back and forth slightly, easing himself in. The Doctor became looser and looser around his cock. Angel quickened his thrusts; the Doctor moaned.

The noises the Doctor made went straight to his cock. The slapping of skin and heavy panting were the only sounds in the cell. They kissed again, and Angel fucked him faster, knees sliding on the slippery metal table, sweat getting into his eyes. Angel buried his face into the Doctor’s neck, gripping his hair, and panted into his ear. The Doctor met him thrust for thrust, arse off the table, feet in the air.

Angel got on his toes, bent his knees, and thrust down; the Doctor’s body was nearly bent in half, shoulder blades pressed firmly on the table, skin flushed from exertion and heat. Angel fucked him faster; the table shook harder.

“God, yes, yes…” Angel chanted, voice breathy. “Fuck, Doctor.”

“Nicholas…” the Doctor panted.

“Oh, shit!” Angel gasped, his body tightening, his stomach clenching, and then it all came out. His toes curled against the table, his body shivered, and he groaned loudly as he emptied inside the Doctor’s body.

The Doctor squeezed out every bit of Angel’s come, muscles twitching around Angel’s softening shaft. Angel comfortably laid on the Doctor before remembering that the Doctor hadn’t come yet.

“Crap, I’m sorry…”

“No problem.”

But Angel was down there between the Doctor’s legs, lips around the head of his cock. He had never done this before, but he had an idea of what to do. The Doctor grunted, putting a hand on his head to help guide him. Angel relaxed his throat muscles and swallowed. The Doctor didn’t last much after that, shooting deep into Angel’s throat.

“Nicholas.”

The Doctor’s hearts were beating hard and fast against his ear. He enjoyed listening to them as they lay there, holding each other.

.-.

To say the king was angry was an understatement. Right as Angel made himself more presentable (although he still looked thoroughly shagged), the cell door burst open and the king stormed in. The Doctor was still lying on the metal table, legs crossed at the ankles and hands behind his head, smiling wide at the king when he entered.

“So nice of you to drop by,” he said.

The king wasn’t looking happy.

“You did not tell me you two were mated,” the king hissed, pointing a stony finger at the Doctor. “You’re a much more worthy opponent than I first thought.”

The Doctor shrugged. “Yeah, well…” he said, sounding nonchalant but had a know-it-all grin on his face. “We like to keep a low profile, if we’re able. But seeing how you’ve trapped us together in here and we don’t know how much longer we have to live, we thought we’d make the best of it.”

“A distraction from the pain and doom,” replied the king. He had been listening in after all.

“Yeah,” said the Doctor, rubbing at one eye with a finger. “You can’t blame us, can you? Traveling through space and time and all… we don’t get too much time to ourselves.”

“He,” the king said, pointing at Angel, “said that you two just met!”

“Ah, well, like I said: we’re trying to keep a low profile. Not many around this solar system like our kind to be eternally married.”

Angel’s eyebrows rose in surprise at the Doctor’s words, but didn’t say anything. If what the Doctor was doing will help them escape, then he was all for it.

The king didn’t find it amusing. “That makes your blood worthless!”

“Yeah, I guess it does,” the Doctor grinned.

The king made an angry noise, and then called for the guards in the hallway. Angel had no clue as to what made the Doctor’s blood useless now, but again he decided not to say anything in case it ruined the Doctor’s plans.

“Take them to the throne room,” the king said to the stone guards. “And get the Doctor a robe to wear! I won’t have… his kind sullying everything!”

“Now that’s a bit harsh,” Angel said.

The guards did as they were told, and soon they were standing in the middle of the throne room. The Doctor had a cotton red robe around him that dragged on the floor. No doubt it had once belonged to the king or someone of royal blood whom was bigger set than the Doctor.

“You ruined my plans to gain your powers time and time again,” the king boomed once sitting on his throne. “But I guess I just haven’t been using the right methods.” He waved at the other guards, and then they left the throne room on the other side. “Maybe you’ll be more agreeable to helping me if your other human friends’ lives are on the line.”

The guards come back with Danny and Doris, their arms restrained behind their backs. Danny’s eyes lit up the moment he saw Angel.

“Now,” said the king. “Any last requests?”

“Yeah, I have one,” said Danny. Angel shook his head, hoping that his friend wouldn’t put his foot in his mouth.

“Yes?” said the king.

“I’m really thirsty right now, so could I…” Danny motioned at the pockets in his trousers. “Have the rest of my drink?”

The king smirked and then laughed, holding his belly. “At a time like this, all you want is your drink? Well, of course you may! That sounds like a good idea, actually.” He signaled for a handmaiden to give him a drink as well. It was some kind of wine.

Danny was released, and then he took out his drink from his trouser pocket. He’d finally remembered where he’d put it when the guards came and took them away.

The Doctor’s eyes lit up at seeing it, and the stone guards and king gasped in horror once they realized just what Danny had in the bottle.

“Danny, toss it over here!” the Doctor cried, holding out a hand.

“But I’m thirsty!”

“Just give it to him, Danny!” shouted Angel.

“Yes,” said Doris, willing to agree with anything. “Give it to him.”

Danny looked torn, but then he nodded and tossed the bottle of water at the Doctor. The Doctor caught it and took out his water pistol.

“Wait, I thought you said you left it in the TARDIS,” said Angel.

The Doctor grinned. “I lied.”

He filled it up with the water and then aimed it at the king. The guards were so scared that they let go of Doris and Danny and fled. The other guards did too, leaving their king to fend for himself.

“You had it on you all along,” said Angel. “You… just didn’t want them to know that you had it.”

“You catch on quick, Sergeant,” the Doctor smiled.

Angel smiled back. “You can call me Nicholas.”

“All right,” said the Doctor. “Nicholas.”

They stared at each other for a moment, but then as one they turned and faced the king. Danny and Doris stood beside Angel, ready to do whatever they could, and the Doctor kept his water pistol pointed at the king.

“Now, you’re going to let us go peacefully,” said the Doctor. “All right?”

“Curse you, Doctor!” the king bellowed, cowering on his throne. “I was so close to getting your powers!”

The Doctor rolled his eyes and jerked his head. “You wouldn’t have succeeded, no matter what you did to me. It’s high time you understood that. A Time Lord’s power is not something you can just take, no matter what you do.”

“Fine, you win,” grumbled the king. “Besides, I wouldn’t want your…” he eyed the Doctor with a disgusted look on his face, “…kind’s regeneration powers anyway. Filthy,” he spat.

The Doctor didn’t seem phased by the insult, but Angel felt heat rising into his face in anger. Danny gave the king a mean glare, and that actually made Angel feel somewhat better.

“Let’s go,” said the Doctor. The three officers agreed and followed the Doctor quickly to the TARDIS.

“At least we don’t have to go too far to get to your spaceship,” said Danny.

“They’ve done something right anyway,” said the Doctor. He opened the TARDIS door and they piled inside.

“What was all that blood business about anyway, Doctor?” Angel asked.

The Doctor raced around the console, pushing buttons and knobs to get his baby going. The TARDIS whirred, and then the column began to bob up and down; the unmistakable sound of the TARDIS leaving its surroundings echoed throughout the throne room.

The Doctor didn’t seem inclined to answer Angel right away, but Angel was patient with him.

“As far as I know, it was to see if they could actually get my regeneration powers from my blood.”

“You knew this when they took it, didn’t you?”

The Doctor smiled. “Yeah, but now they won’t touch it for anything else.”

Angel stood next to the Doctor. “Was that the reason why we had sex? So that they won’t use your blood?”

The Doctor was peering into the view screen, glasses on. “Yeah… one of the reasons.”

“And what are the others?”

For a minute, the Doctor didn’t say anything. He took off his glasses and looked up with a serious, open expression in his eyes.

“Because I wanted to.”

Angel nodded, swallowing a lump in his throat.

“So what now?” asked Danny, breaking the mood that was between the Doctor and Angel. “Where to next?”

“Earth,” said the Doctor.

“What?” said Danny, disappointed. “Now? But I wanted to do more space exploration and stuff.”

“It’s best if we all went back.”

Danny frowned and slumped away, and Doris mirrored the look from the other side of the room. Angel leaned in closer, staring at the Doctor intensely.

“I thought we were eternally married,” he said.

The Doctor looked up, and because Angel was standing so close to him, their faces were now inches apart. Angel didn’t back down.

“Yes, well… it was only to make them think we were. I’m sure you understand, being a brilliant human and all.”

Angel nearly smiled at the compliment, but he was back to being serious as he stared the Doctor down.

“So that’s it, then,” he said. “Wham, bam, thank you, Sam?”

The Doctor smirked, forcing himself not to laugh at that remark.

“I never said that I wouldn’t stay for a while,” he said. “That’s just our destination right now.”

“But if you were to leave…”

The Doctor brought a hand down to rest on Angel’s lower back and pulled him in for a kiss. Angel gripped the Doctor’s arms, kissing back.

“Then you’re coming with me,” the Doctor whispered.

His team needed him, thought Angel, but getting a chance to fly around in the TARDIS with the Doctor was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Perhaps, after the Doctor had rested well enough on Earth, and they left in the TARDIS, Danny wouldn’t mind being in command of the police service for a little while.

END