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Truthfully, he’d been on edge about the whole thing since that radio transmitter had blown up in his face. And while the Brigadier did not consider himself a man prone to hysterics or paranoia, every new development seemed to only tighten the growing knot of unease in his stomach.
At least now he could say his instincts had been justified he thought, lunging at one of their assailants. He just wished he could feel even somewhat smug about it. He slammed into the man, who yelled in surprise. They hit the ground, the force of it allowing the man to drag himself from the Brigadier’s hold.
He was admittedly furious, all the cloak and dagger, the ambush on the convoy, both Miss Shaw and the Doctor kidnapped, his men dismissed, himself arrested, and now he was fighting in the dirt with a man keeping him from his friends. He couldn’t help yelling as he threw a punch at the other man.
The man reared back just out of reach, taking the new found opening to lurch at the Brigadier. They began to push and shove at each other, wrestling for purchase, for an opportunity to hold the other man down.
The Brigadier had prided himself on his boxing prowess in his younger years. Yet, as his adrenaline ramped up, and his assailant managed to land some well placed hits, his practice and technique gave way to a more animalistic instinct to simply hurt his opponent.
He thought about the state he may find the Doctor and Miss Shaw in. Already men had lost their lives, and he felt sick at the thought of any harm befalling his friends. And while they certainly did their best to put themselves in harms way, they were still both civilians and under his protection.
His attacker managed to catch him with a solid blow to the face. He barely felt it, instead he bared his teeth and shoved forcefully at the man, pushing him back a few feet.
He swallowed thickly and grimaced at the distinct metallic taste in his mouth.
“Surrender yourself now, or you’ll only make things worse.” He barked.
In lieu of a response his opponent once more rushed at him. The Brigadier was quick enough to get his hands around the man’s wrists, but not quick enough to stop the hands from getting around his throat.
He let out a choked gasp and struggled violently against the man’s hold. He fought for air while the other man fought to take it away from him. He caught a flash of the man's eyes, he would not spare him as the sergeant had.
The Brigadier jammed his knee up to connect painfully with the man’s groin. Who yelped and swung at the Brigadier, both men reeled back in pain. The Brigadier furiously blinked away the water in his eyes as pain bloomed in his face.
Though slightly blurred, he could see his opponent, and taking advantage of his stunned state, he stepped back and threw himself into a right hook. His fist connecting with a painful crack against the other man’s jaw. The force of the blow throwing both of them off balance, but he quickly realised he got off quite luckily.
The Brigadier was self aware enough to admit to the momentary satisfaction in watching his assailant stumble and fall back into a deep ditch.
Victory, however, was short lived as he turned with a new goal in mind, the small building they had first seen. He stalked to the door of the structure, in the wind his face felt cold and wet. He wiped at his nose with the back of his hand on instinct, it came back feeling warm and sticky, he grumbled at his now blood streaked hand.
It would do no good for the Doctor and Liz to see him like this. He cocked his service pistol, nothing he could do about it now.
He looked to his men who, albeit a little roughed up, seemed mostly ready for more action. Not that it mattered much to him, he was more than willing to storm the building himself.
With that thought he practically kicked the door down and quickly fired off two shots into the man standing behind it. As the unfortunate chap fell the Brigadier’s eyes darted across the room below.
On the far side a man was reaching for his gun, but the Brigadier was quicker, shooting it from the man’s hand.
“Make yourselves at home.” The now disarmed man grimaced, holding his injured hand.
The Brigadier felt a weight lift from his chest at the sight of Liz and the Doctor, both seemingly alright.
“What kept you?” The Doctor grumbled, knowing the man for so long he knew there was no real anger behind the words, not any that mattered anyway.
“I see you’re alright Doctor.”
In fact, he would have been more worried if the Doctor did show genuine gratitude he had come to save them. He looked to Liz who did seem a little more glad to see him. “Miss Shaw?”
“Just get me out of here.” She sounded tired and he felt a quick pang of sympathy for her, her abduction had been one of the first incidents in this whole mess.
However, there would be no time for rest, not yet, they still had to deal with Carrington and the astronauts.
-
“Are you sure you’re alright to drive.” Liz was eyeing his knuckles which were beginning to bruise. He tucked his hands behind his back at the scrutiny, “I’ll be alright, besides I’m sure you’re eager to get home.”
“Eager to get out of here.” She said with a weary smile. And so the two of them made for the car park.
Both Carrington and the ambassadors went relatively peacefully to everyone’s relief. And once it seemed they were in the green the Doctor had made himself scarce. The Brigadier felt an odd twist in his gut at watching him go. A protective urge to make him stay had flashed through his mind, but he ignored it.
The Doctor was perfectly capable of taking care of himself, despite getting himself abducted only hours before. The danger had passed, so he let the odd feeling pass, internally scolding himself for it.
Liz had stuck around to see the astronauts return safely, which had made him feel better. She had stuck by his side as they watched the preparation for the shuttle to launch once more, whispering explanations about all the complex language and procedures happening around them to the Brigadier.
Soon the time came to leave and he couldn’t help feeling like a teenager asking her if he could drive her home.
-
The radio was on, serving as background noise to their companionable silence. He couldn’t help glancing at her every now and then. When he next did it she was looking right back at him, he felt caught and flustered, his eyes quickly going back to the road.
She laughed at him.
“Are you alright? You’ve been a little on edge.”
She asked, her own eyes going back to the road in front of them.
“On edge? I can’t possibly think why.” He smirked but it caught as he took in all that had happened and the mountain of paperwork waiting for him. Liz hummed in response and then said,
“You know what I mean.”
Liz Shaw seemed to have the unnatural ability to pick up on things he never could. Of course she was more intelligent than him, but this went beyond academic proficiency, she could tell when the Doctor was going to be in one of his moods like an old sailor knew rain was coming.
He suspected it was because she was a women, as they seemed fine tuned to those sorts of things. But, he also knew it was just as likely to be because he, by comparison was, well, saying somewhat repressed was perhaps putting it lightly.
He sighed and tightened his grip on the steering wheel, quickly regretted it as his injured hand protested.
He could feel the scientist's eyes on him, analysing and deducting. He took solace in the dark road ahead, It was almost midnight.
He could practically hear the ding accompanying Liz reaching her conclusion.
“Why don’t you drive us back to the base.”
He did not expect that. “What? Why?”
“I want to take a look at your hand.” He realised he was not getting out of it. “We hardly have to go back to the base for that.”
“Well, it is closer,” a pause, “and the Doctor’s there.” He was about to ask why that mattered but the tone of her voice made him pause.
His own feelings seemed to jump at her suggestion, the same odd needy feeling from earlier flaring in his mind.
“Alright, UNIT HQ it is.”
-
They soon found themselves in the deserted car park outside the base. “Come on then.” Liz said as she made for the entrance, he locked the car and followed close behind. Their footsteps on the gravel pave way the only noise in the still night. The Brigadier looked up at the clear night sky. Despite the countless unknown threats it held, it never failed to amaze him. They had sent men up there, his own species, taking to the stars all on their own.
They walked the empty corridors down to the laboratory. As they neared they could hear the unmistakable sound of the Doctor humming and singing what must have been a song, but not in any language the Brigadier recognised.
Liz rapt on the door and the singing stopped, moments later the Doctor poked his head out. A grin blooming on his face as he glanced between his two visitors.
“Look who finally showed up.” He said opening the door fully to lean on it in a suave sort of manner.
The Brigadier was about to ask if they had been expected, but Liz began speaking.
“I need to use the first aid kit.” She said, indicating towards the Brigadier. “Ah, of course.” The Doctor’s eyes went from his cheek to his nose and not for the first time the Brigadier wondered how bad the damage was.
The Doctor moved to welcome them in and Liz made for a cabinet across the room. “I’ll get the box you sit there.” She pointed to a clear work bench and the Brigadier complied, his tired brain happy to follow her orders.
As he perched himself on the table top he glanced in the Doctor’s direction. The Timelord was gliding around the TARDIS console, flicking various switches and pushing an array of colourful buttons.
He didn't bother asking what the man was up to, knowing the explanation would likely be lost on him, instead he simply watched.
He felt tension ease from his shoulders at seeing the man so happily engrossed in his task. His mind seemingly appeased with visual proof both of his scientists were okay and had gotten back safely.
The Brigadier continued to watch the Doctor, transfixed by his fluid movements. He felt a return of what he was classifying as ‘neediness', as Liz set a box down next to him.
It looked old, the ‘first aid’ printed on the top was barely legible. Oh God, was their equipment really that out of date? Liz opened the box to reveal it to be well stocked with all matter of bandages and other things that went beyond the Brigadier's basic battlefield first aid knowledge. Well that was relieving.
He caught himself swinging one of his legs as it dangled off the table and stopped himself, feeling self-conscious about the juvenile habit. He glanced at Liz to see if she had caught it, but her attention was on the box, and he watched her fish through it. Each retrieved item being placed neatly on the Brigadier’s other side. Once satisfied, she turned to him, “Alright, I’ll have a look at your hand first.” He offered it to her and she took it gently. He felt his shoulders sag at the feeling of her touch, the rigor melting away as she touched each of his bruised knuckles. An angry red, blotted with purple stretched in a band across his hand.
“Ow.” He said flatly.
He caught the smirk that flashed across her face. She released his hand and he felt a small twinge of disappointment. “Can you flex it?” He did, wincing only slightly.
“Okay, now squeeze my hand, tight as you can.”
She offered him her hand and he took it following her instructions. ‘Tight as you can’ turned out to be not very tight at all. Liz just watched, mentally filing everything away, a true scientist he supposed, although he wasn’t sure how he felt about being the subject of her analytical gaze.
“Nothing's broken,” she took his hand once more and began to wrap it in a soft bandage. “But there's definitely some swelling, so after I wrap this I’ll give you some ice.”
“You certainly put up quite the fight.” The Doctor commented not looking up from the console. “It’s not like I had much choice.” The Brigadier responded, ‘I had to rescue you two,’ went unsaid but hung in the air all the same.
Liz had finished wrapping his hand and handed him a small ice pack wrapped in cloth which he gratefully pressed to his sore hand. Next, she picked up a sterile disinfectant wipe and moved to stand in front of him.
“Give me some room to clean up your face.” She nudged his thigh with her hip and he stared at her dumbly for a moment before realising what she wanted. He opened his legs to let her stand between them. “Thank you.” She murmured as she tore the small packet open.
She cupped his chin moving his head as needed, and began to wipe at a split across his cheek. She was being very gentle with him, very gentle indeed.
He raised an eyebrow and looked at her. The woman was focused on her task but sensed his eyes on her, answering his own cocked brow with her own.
“What?”
“You’re being very nice to me.” His words were half observational, half suspicious.
“You say that as though I'm in the habit of mistreating you.” She said returning to her work.
“Last week Benton cut himself helping with one of your experiments and you sent him half way across the building to the infirmary.”
“The infirmary’s not open, incase you haven’t realised, it is midnight.” Her words had an edge of their usual bite whenever she thought he was being dense, but there was enough of a playful tone that he continued. “Obviously, but it’s not as though this is anything I couldn’t do myself.”
He kicked himself as soon as the words left his mouth. In no world did he want Liz to stop and take her soothing hands with her, but his curiosity was admittedly piqued. Because Liz Shaw did not play nurse to just anyone.
She took her hands away from him, but did not move out from his personal space. “Do you want to do it yourself?” He looked at her, eyes widening as he tried to come up with an answer that would get her hands back on him while keeping his dignity. Seemingly reading all of this on his face she smiled and pulled out a bandage.
“It was the Doctor’s idea anyway.” She said idly, pressing the bandage over his cut. The Doctor looked up at them from the console.
“…what?” The Brigadier asked.
The Doctor, decidedly finished with his tinkering for tonight, wiped his hands and came over to join them. “I never said anything about kissing his bruises.” He teased.
“You said to make sure he was okay and get him back here.” The Brigadier felt his shoulder's once more tensing as his companions talked about him as though he wasn’t there. However, he was now thinking back to just before the Doctor had left. He remembered the man pulling Liz away for a quick word while the Brigadier talked to Professor Cornish. It was an odd feeling to realise he had been their topic of discussion.
The Doctor leaned against the bench on his right side. “And I suppose you did bring him back here,” he pushed further into the Brigadier's space to talk to Liz, “but, I would have appreciated you doing it in a more timely manner.” Liz scoffed.
The Brigadier was beginning to feel a touch claustrophobic with Liz between his thighs and the Doctor pushed against his side. They must have looked odd, three people doing their best to fit into one square metre of a room easily 50 times that.
His mind stuck on something Liz had said, or rather, what the Doctor had told her. “What do you mean making sure I was okay? I’m perfectly fine, a little bruised perhaps," He added, conscious of his bandaged hand, "but nothing worse than I’ve had before.”
Both sets of eyes were on him now, and if Liz’s alone had felt dissecting, this was a whole new level. “My dear fellow, while the untrained eyes of your men may not have noticed, don’t think you were fooling us.” The Doctor said matter-of-factly.
Before he could respond Liz clarified, “You’ve been on edge since Taltalian pointed that gun at me.” “With good reason I should think.” Indignation colouring the Brigadier's words.
“Absolutely,” the Doctor assured him, “and it’s why I asked Liz to get you back here.” The man's hand had found itself at the Brigadier's lower back. “Let us ease your anxiety,” he leaned in to purr his next words directly into the other man’s ear, “show you we’re both safe and sound thanks to your effort.”
The Brigadier’s eyes flitted to Liz who looked at him with a sly smirk. “And where were these feelings of gratitude when I actually rescued you?” He questioned, now acutely aware of the Doctor’s breath on his neck and Liz’s hands on his thighs. “Well,” the Doctor said, his voice a very attractive octave lower, “I didn’t think you would’ve appreciated your men seeing what I would have done to you.”
The Brigadier felt heat flash though him. “So that’s the name of the game then?” He asked, swallowing thickly as Liz’s hands began to stroke along the outside of his thighs. “You’ve brought me here to have your way with me?” And how delightful he found that idea.
The Doctor’s hand began to rub slow circles at the small of his back. “Well, when you put it like that...” He said with a grin, “We’ve had a rough day, so why not indulge in a little stress relief?”
His hand crept up the soldier's back to his neck, fingers now scratching through the Brigadier’s hair. “Experience has taught me the best stress remedy for your species.”
Liz’s hands moved from his thighs to his waist. “And what's that then?” She asked innocently, all the while her hand followed the seam of his uniform up his chest. The Brigadier felt like a mouse caught between cats.
“As humans you’re no different from most other mammals on your planet.” The Doctor began, fingers still carding through the Brigadier’s hair. “You are pack animals, most of you thrive on social interaction.” Liz began to unfasten his uniform, pushing it from his shoulders as she did so.
“It’s in your instincts to protect your pack, you get spikes of adrenaline and cortisol when seeing them in distress,” he tugged pointedly at the Brigadier’s hair, “and serotonin and dopamine from seeing them well. Those effects are only amplified with physical contact.”
Liz had gotten the top part of his uniform and tie off and was now working on unbuttoning his shirt. “For thousands of years you and your ancestors have used physical contact to strengthen pack bonds.” The Brigadier shivered slightly as the Doctor helped Liz remove his shirt. The ice pack forgotten as his own hands grabbed at both of his companions.
Not wasting any time, Liz’s hands slipped beneath his newly exposed under shirt to touch his skin. “I’d be remiss of course not to mention the release of oxytocin your species gets from an orgasm.” The Brigadier really hoped the Doctor wouldn't test him on any of this, as between the fingers playing with his hair and Liz’s wandering hands he was struggling to pay attention.
Sensing the man’s divided attention the Doctor decided to sum up his musings. “What I’m getting at, is I believe you’ll find physical contact a very pleasant fix to our problem.”
“Way ahead of you.” Liz murmured, she had gotten to the soldier’s chest, and was now engaged in some light groping.
“I think then, we should retire to the TARDIS.” The Doctor hummed.
-
Liz pushed him till he fell back onto the bed. They where in the Timelord’s bedroom, which was like a small planetarium. Countless stars and constellations stretched over the ceiling, illuminating the room with the gentle ethereal glow of the simulated universe.
The Brigadier had on previous occasions, spent long stretches of time lost in the detail of the projection, presently something else captivated his attention. Liz kicking off her boots before moving to straddle him, as the Doctor watched them hungrily, removing his jacket.
Licking his lips, the Brigadier asked “How exactly do you want me?” He knew he was at the mercy of his scientific advisors as soon as he had entered the lab. Liz pushed at his shoulders so he was now lying on his back. “You’ll see.” She smiled and then began to kiss him.
He had gotten the picture that the two had something in store for him as they had all but dragged him into the TARDIS, stripping him down to his boxers along the way.
Liz’s tongue licked into his mouth and he reciprocated enthusiastically. Her hands mussed his hair, his own went to her waist. And, if while there, they also began to lift her dress, then who was he to stop them.
He slipped her dress over her head and dropped it somewhere over the side of the bed. He took the brief moment their lips were separated to take a good look at her. And the sight of Liz Shaw bathed in the cosmic glow dressed only in her underwear made his mouth water and his blood flow south.
Her hands reached for his hair, but he stopped her, noticing something in his periphery. His brow furrowed at the dark bruises marring her arm. Feeling a flash of his earlier rage he looked back up at her questioningly. “A souvenir from getting abducted," she said, "don't make that face, I’m alright now.”
She reassured him by leaning in to resume their earlier kissing. Nothing he could do about it now he reluctantly accepted.
His wandering hands went to the clasp of her bra as she bit his lower lip. He undid it with a practiced ease that had taken him a few years to get. All worth it, he thought, for the pleased hum from the woman above him as the garment joined her dress on the floor.
Liz began to grind against him as he payed her back for her earlier groping of his own chest. the bed dipped and the Brigadier felt a gentle hand on his knee, parting his thighs. He and Liz broke their kiss “I was wondering when you were going to join us.” She said over her shoulder. “That outfit of yours takes far too long to take off.” The Brigadier added, one of his hands stretching down to graze the man’s bare knee as he now sat between his legs.
“Sometimes good things take time.” The Doctor remarked, although he was clearly focused on something else as the Brigadier felt Liz lift off of him as his boxers were quickly pulled down his legs. He groaned appreciatively at the loss of the restrictive clothing, and as Liz continued to grind against him.
Idly he did wonder what they had planned, but the forefront of his mind was much more interested in how Liz was licking at his neck, the Doctor’s hands were getting further and further up his thighs, and most importantly how he could feel the heat of Liz through her underwear.
He began to grind his hips up to help her find a good angle. “Hang on.” Said in a low murmur as she removed the last of her own clothes.
The Brigadier couldn’t help the desperate sound he made as Liz continued to grind against him. He also couldn’t help commenting on the obvious wetness now spreading across his dick.
“Eager are we?” He asked. “Oh please, you were hard the moment I got between your legs earlier.” She responded biting at his lips.
Only one of the Doctor’s hands was on him now and he realised where the second one had gone when Liz's breath hitched, "A little warning would be nice." She sighed, her hips moving to adjust to the new sensation. “Do forgive me my dear, but I’m in need of some lubrication.” The Doctor murmured, leaning forward to kiss her shoulder.
Liz's tempo changed as she rocked forward to grind against the Brigadier and back against the Doctor’s fingers. The soldier's own breath hitched as the other man’s fingers grazed against his cock.
Liz moaned once more before lifting herself up and taking hold of the Brigadier’s dick, “Are you ready?” She asked. She looked gorgeous, and it was all he could do to keep the whine out of his reply. “God yes.”
She smiled and slowly sank down onto him, she felt like velvet heat, warm and silky. His hands went to her hips to have something to hold onto as his head tipped back. Both of them groaned as she fully seated herself in his lap. She rested her hands on his stomach as she began to rock back and forth.
The Brigadier had been criticised in the past by the two for having tunnel vision and being unable to multitask. And he decided the point was null and void, as he was perfectly aware of both the feeling of Liz clenching around him and the spike of anticipation at the feeling of the Doctor’s fingers rubbing at his own entrance.
The man’s fingers were slick and he realised with an odd sort of giddiness it was from fingering Liz. The Doctor began to work his fingers into the soldier as Liz started to properly move around him.
“Tell me if it’s too much.” The Doctor said, his unoccupied hand stroking along his leg.
The Brigadier could only seem to moan in response. “What was that darling?” The Doctor teased, his fingers stilling.
“Yessir.” The Brigadier eventually managed to breath out, he could practically feel the Doctor’s self satisfied smirk as his fingers resumed slowly pumping in and out of him.
Liz had worked up to fully riding him and she tipped forward her hands coming to his shoulders to support herself. “Oh god, you feel good.” She groaned, the Brigadier reached up to pull her into a kiss.
Her hands fisted in his hair and his took hold of her waist. Now it was his turn to rock himself between his two partners, thrusting up into Liz and then down onto the Doctor’s hand.
He bucked into the Doctor’s hand and was hit with a spike of pleasure. His whine escaping past Liz’s lips and answered with a low chuckle from the Doctor. “I think you got the nail on the head there Doctor.” Liz said between pants.
The Doctor’s fingers stilled inside him. “Doctor…” The Brigadier moaned at the feeling of fullness. “We’ve got a few more things in store for you darling, so why don’t you help Liz get off and then I can give you what you want.” The Doctor responded.
Liz smiled against his cheek, “I certainly like the sound of that." Her voice dripping with arousal. “Then consider it done.” He said, shifting as the Doctor’s fingers slipped from him. He replaced the odd feeling of emptiness by beginning to build on Liz's pace. Thrusting up into her as she moaned into his neck.
“Harder.” She instructed. “Yes ma’am.” He replied, wrapping his arms around her waist and giving her the best he had. It did not take long before she began to pull at his hair with each pointed thrust.
A breathy “Fuck.” Was the only warning he got before she shuddered and clenched around him. He whined softly at the feeling, stilling inside her as she worked her way down from her high.
Liz panted as she lifted herself off of him. She leant forward to kiss him, before she slid off him fully to lie back on the bed, a smile curling her lips.
The Brigadier watched her closely before his attention was diverted to the Doctor who was resituating himself between his legs. He took his first proper look at the man, his eyes sliding from his handsome face, down the front of his body all the way to his dick.
Which he was languidly stroking, the soldier swallowed on reflex. “Ready?” The Doctor asked his hands going to the other man’s waist. “Whenever you are.”
The Doctor wasted no time in pulling the Brigadier closer and encouraging him to hook his legs over the Timelord’s own hips. All the while he could feel Liz watching on with rapt attention.
She started to stroke his hair as the Doctor began to line himself up. “I think now may be a good time to get ready for what we talked about.” The Doctor said to Liz, what they talked about? Liz hummed knowingly, sliding off the bed and across the room.
Before the Brigadier could articulate either a question, or a beg for Liz to stay, the Doctor began to slide into him.
The effect was almost instant, as the Brigadier groaned at the stretch and grabbed at the bedding over his head.
“That’s it, you’re taking it so well.” The Doctor encouraged as he slid inch after inch into the man below him. He slowed momentarily to kiss him.
The Brigadier often felt he had the best of both worlds with his scientists. Kissing was a prime example, fundamentally kissing Liz and kissing the Doctor was similar and produced the same reaction from him, but there were subtle differences.
Liz had soft full lips that often left his own glossy with whatever lipstick she was wearing. Her manicured nails scratched through his hair and she had a preference for biting at his own lips.
The Doctor was firmer, and there was the scratch of stubble against his own. The other man was also stronger than him and could hold him perfectly still if desired. His tongue was longer than Liz’s and he used it to his advantage, licking and probing at as much of the Brigadier’s mouth as he could.
Much like he was doing now, and it was with his mouth full of the alien’s tongue that the Doctor ended up fully inside him. Both men moaned into the kiss, the Brigadier’s arms wrapping around the scientist’s neck.
The bed dipped and he was vaguely aware Liz had rejoined them, but he was more occupied with the man balls deep inside him to figure out what she had been doing.
The Doctor broke away from his lips and kissed him on the cheek. “Let me show you how grateful I am.” He purred, beginning to slowly rock his hips. The Brigadier moaned.
It wasn’t long before the Doctor had built up to long, deep thrusts that rocked the Brigadier into the mattress with each snap of the other man’s hips. Strong hands held him down as the Doctor continued to drive into him, the soldier felt himself go limp, submitting to the other man.
Sometimes, when he was alone with his thoughts, he felt a burning shame at how much he got off from letting the Doctor and Liz push him around. But it was hard to think much about any deep rooted shame presently, not when it felt so good. Not when Liz’s hands moved to his throat, fingers skimming over where the man he had fought hours ago had tried to strangled him. Not when one of the Doctor’s thrusts caught him just right and he moaned at the burst of pleasure.
“Good boy.” The Doctor panted, as the Brigadier had squeezed around him.
He couldn’t really focus his eyes and even then he wouldn’t have known where to look. “Easy now Doctor, I think he’s ready.” Liz had been watching him, another thing she seemed innately tuned into, knowing when he was close to his release.
The Doctor eased up grinding deeply into him a few more times before stilling. This reprieve was enough for the Brigadier to gain back some clarity. The thousands of constellations above them came back into focus, he could feel the Doctor deep within him, and he finally figured out why Liz had slipped away earlier.
Noticing him staring Liz asked, “Do you think you’re up for it?” He supposed given a moment to think about it he could have guessed one of Liz’s favourite ‘accessories’ would have made an appearance. 5 inches of silicone jutted out from her groin, fastened with sleek black straps.
He felt his cock twitch at the sight of it. “Liz and I were wondering,” the Doctor began, “how you would feel about taking both of us at the same time.” The Brigadier felt a quick flare of self-consciousness at the prospect, but a much louder part of him was practically frothing at the mouth at the idea.
Steeling himself to preserve any amount of dignity he had left. He eventually responded, “Well, I’ve never shied away from a challenge before.” That caused both Liz and the Doctor to grin. “We’ll need to readjust a bit then.” The Doctor said pulling out of him.
As the Doctor repositioned them and Liz lubricated the prosthetic, the Brigadier couldn’t help wondering how much of the conversations between his two scientific advisers were truly about science.
They ended up with the Doctor seated on the bed, the Brigadier in his lap facing Liz who was kneeling between both of the men’s legs. The Doctor was once again inside him and after a quick go about with the help of his fingers, they were ready.
The Brigadier was slightly hesitant, he didn’t think any sane person wouldn’t be. But the strong arms holding him tightly against the Doctor’s chest and the hungry look Liz was giving him certainly helped ease his hesitation.
“Just relax,” she told him, “we’re going to take care of you Alistair, aren’t we Doctor?” The combination of her words and the Doctor’s responding hum, he more felt than heard, made him nearly dizzy with arousal.
Liz began to push in and all three of them took an unsteady breath at the feeling. “That… feels different.” The Doctor groaned, his head dropping forward onto the Brigadier’s shoulder. The Brigadier himself clutched at the Doctor’s hands around his chest and waist. Liz, while not being able to feel what was going on with the other two had her own moment of pause as the base of the synthetic dick had an extension that curled into her, giving her quite a pleasurable feedback at the resistance.
Slowly but surely Liz pushed all the way in, and for the second time that night the Brigadier felt trapped between the two. He couldn’t think of anywhere else he’d rather be.
“Fuck.” He panted, squirming in the Doctor’s hold at the fullness.
“Feeling alright Brigadier?” Liz teased,
“I- uh,” he groaned, “I can’t-“ can’t what? It was difficult to focus. “We’ve got you my dear.” The Doctor’s voice was low in his ear, and he began to kiss his neck.
Liz began to move, slow micro thrusts, her eyes glued to the Brigadier’s face gauging his reaction. The man himself was looking down through half lidded eyes to where they were connected. He murmured something.
“You’ll have to speak up Alistair.” Liz told him,
He looked pained to speak, not meeting her eyes as he repeated himself. “Harder.”
She obliged with a pleased smirk, he moaned.
“Mind if I get involved?” The Doctor asked, the Brigadier could only hum his agreement as Liz really began to hammer into him. He felt the man smile against his neck, as the arms around him tugged him back. The Doctor was now lying on his back and he had taken the Brigadier with him. With his new leverage he began to match Liz’s pace, with small, harsh thrusts.
The Brigadier was reduced to a string of quiet whining, one of his hand grabbed at Liz’s arm, and the other remained clutching at the Doctor’s hand across his chest.
He threw his head back against the Doctor’s shoulder, he didn’t know how much longer he could last.
One of the Doctor’s hands came up to cover his eyes, pulling his head back as he did. “You’re doing so well.” He murmured before the Brigadier felt the lips and tongue of the Timelord against his neck.
“So good for us.” Liz agreed, The Brigadier cried out as one of them grazed that delicious spot inside him.
“Right there, that’s it.” He whimpered.
A few things happened simultaneously, Liz and the Doctor both renewed their efforts of thrusting into him, the hand that had been holding him to the other man’s chest moved to wrap around his neglected dick. Liz’s hands grabbed at his waist. And he felt the scrape of the Doctor's teeth against his neck.
With the Timelord now pumping his dick he had no idea how much longer he’d last. “I’m-I’m close.” He panted. “I’m so close.” He let out a breathy whine, knowing the effect it would have on his partners.
A few more punishing thrusts and Liz ended up being the first to come. She moaned as she ground into him as deep as possible while her legs shook. She rested her forehead against the Brigadier’s chest. The feeling of her being so deep inside him, and the Doctor’s own continued thrusting spurred his own orgasm.
He whimpered bucking into the Doctor’s hand as the Timelord brought him over the edge. Liz's weight on him kept him grounded as he panted and whined while the Doctor continued, but it wasn’t long before the tightness got to him. The Timelord bit down on the Brigadier’s shoulder, burying himself as deep as he could inside him as he came.
“I don’t think we could have timed that better if we tried.” Liz chuckled, hand idly stroking circles on the Brigadier’s chest.
“Now Liz, where’s your scientific spirit, I think we could easily improve on it.” The Doctor said between pants.
“If you two are quite done.” The Brigadier said removing the Doctor’s hand from over his eyes.
Liz made to pull out of him but was momentarily side tracked in kissing the Doctor.
The Brigadier rolled his eyes, still on the right side of overstimulation to simply wait.
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After a bit of cleaning up the three of them ended up back in the bed. Exhaustion finally creeping up on them.
Liz was tucked into the Brigadier's left, her head on his chest and her arm across his waist. The Doctor was on his right, face nestled into his neck, his arm slung over both him and Liz.
The Brigadier was reminded of his injured hand at the sensation of the cotton wrapping rubbing against the Doctor’s hair “My hand doesn’t hurt that much anymore.” He realised, not that he’d complain if it had, but he was no stranger to bruised knuckles, and it usually took a day or two for the tenderness to dissipate.
“Oxytocin is a natural painkiller.” The Doctor murmured into his neck. “I suppose thanks are in order then.” The soldier smiled, it had certainly been one of the best orgasms he’d had to date.
“You’re the one that deserves a thanks, you saved us from Reegan.” Liz said, giving him a light squeezing around the middle.
“I suppose Liz is right, you are ever our loyal soldier Alistair, although, I’m sure I could have gotten us out of there had you not come through.” The Doctor added matter-of-factly.
“I’m sure you would have Doctor.” The Brigadier yawned. And that was how the matter was left.