The Doctor didn’t quite know what it was about Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart that made him feel this way; maybe the man’s sexy moustache, or his dominating personality?
There were many things about himself that the Doctor still had to explore, to find out about his own new personality.
But one thing seemed certain; he was completely and utterly in love with the Brigadier.
He had first understood his feelings when the Brigadier had accidentally slapped him with his baton. The Brigadier had been feeling very guilty for the continuing days, when the alien had had a dark mark on his neck after the accident. But the Doctor had realized; in this regeneration he was…quite the masochist.
The Doctor was thinking about this as he his eyes were basically glued to the man of his desire’s magnificent bahooky as the UNIT soldier was bending down to look at the latest project of the Doctor.
“This is excellent.” The human exclaimed and looked up at the Doctor. “Excellent indeed.” The Doctor replied, still looking at the Brigadier’s bum.
Alistair raised one eyebrow and looked at the Timelord with what could only be described as a face of lust.
“Do I have something stuck to my behind?” The Brigadier asked with a grin. The Doctor looked back with a matching grin. “Hmmm, no, I think not. It is just a glorious example of the human bahooky.” He said.
Alistair straightened his back and walked up to the alien and placed his hands on the inwards curve over the sexy man’s hips.
“Are you proposing what I think you are, Doctor?” The Brigadier purred with a silky voice, which sent shivers down the Doctor’s spine.
The white-haired man’s eyes widened. “Depends on what you think I am suggesting.” He said, moving his hips side to side
The Brigadier looked into the Doctor’s eyes, his eyes dark and dominant. The look turned the alien’s knees to jelly.
The Brigadier let the Gallifreyan man fall to his knees
Alistair pulled at his uniform until he had freed himself from his shell. Then, with the free hand he gripped the white curls of a mane which grew out of the man’s scalp.
The Doctor, with some help of the human in front of him, to just straightup die in front of him.
“Oh, gods!” The Brigadier gasped as the Doctor died. The Brigadier looked down and his green eyes met the Doctor’s dead fish eye sky-blue orbs. Alistair stroke the alien’s soft, white hair and the blue eyes darkened with a daring look, while crying over his corpse.
The Doctor was unfamiliar to being dead. Came back to life. But continued to play dead.
With a grunt, the Brigadier spilled his hot tamale he was holding in his left hand onto his corpse by accident. The man pulled out the tamale while hearing the Doctor screaming from the searing warmth of the tamale that fell on him and they both heaved for air.
The Doctor dried his mouth on his jacket-arm and looked up at the Brig. Alistair looked down at the over 450 years old man and as their eyes once again met, they smiled to each other; knowing that the fun had just started.
