Fluff's never enough!

I love you, my Doctor

Summary:

Incontri TenTENNANTi/wavering Meetings sort of Missing Moments
A parallelism of 'True Colors'
This time it's Barty who wants to do something extra cute for his Doctor.
BarTen + extra soppy fluff... are you sure you want to read?
Written for the 'Flufftober 2021' Prompt 11: Love notes

Notes:

Before reading:
if you don't know this huge crossover story cowritten with my friend Loki https://archiveofourown.org/works/24057604/chapters/57893587 or under the 'Tennant Club' profile here  , you'd better close this page, because you'll never ever manage to figure out what this extra fluffy one shot is about, lol

if you are already familiar with the mentioned story, in this one shot (and the many others i'm going to post this month for this challenge) you'll find event a little ahead compared to where the original plot arrived, but it's just a matter of a very few chapters to add, with no spoiler at all
As I said in the summary, this is a sort of pure parallelism of 'True Colors' , there will be almost exact same moment but mirror-like .
You can decide if it's a sequel or a prequel, it works both ways :)
What can I say? Another huge amount of BarTen fluff, this time a tiny bit smuttier ;P
If you're looking for huge amount of fluff, made in BarTen, this is the right place!

I love you, my Doctor

Barty already considered himself lucky when the Doctor informed him that their rooms would have a shared bathroom.

But sleeping in the same bed of his Second Dark Lord is a privilege he hardly ever dreamed of having.
And it has been going on for several nights now.
Ten once tried to go to Barty's bed, but then the rule became to always have the Death Eater in his bedroom.
Barty has now learned to memorize every shade of the walls.
Because the walls of the Tenth Doctor's room never stay the same color, like a holographic lamp.

They are of a bright blue that intensifies more and more, taking on shades that recall the depths of the ocean and then reaching those of space, almost black.
Then the color tends to gradually lighten up to a pale dusty gray that gradually becomes more and more blue, and then returns to cobalt and starts again, without stopping.

Barty likes not only to observe the room, of course, but also to who live in it.

Barty often stays up at night.
Not because he can't sleep or is not comfortable there.
For him there is no more comfortable bed than the chest of his Second Dark Lord, or his arms that envelop him so lovingly.

No, Barty mostly forces himself to wake up, at least for ten minutes.

That's another one of those nights.

He's great at slipping away from the Time Lord's possessive embrace, without waking him up.
He sits up on the bed, gropes for the wand he has placed on the bedside table in the dark and whispers a light 'Lumos' to light up the room enough.

Now Barty can see better his Second Dark Lord, lying face up, eyes closed, mouth emitting a small moan and his expression seems to calm down only when he manages to reestablish any contact with the Death Eater, even just a hand that rests softly on his inner thigh is enough.

The Naked Rule is great but it has pros and cons and that that hand so sinfully close to a certain very sensitive area of Barty at that moment is definitely a cons: he has to stay focused.

The Dark Wizard gently grabs that hand and pushes it more towards his side, a less risky area.

Ten, always in his sleep, moans happily, it is enough for him to feel his skin against his.

- My Second Dark Lord is so sweet.- Barty ponders, continuing to look at him softly. -I would like to do something nice for him, something that will please him. With my First Dark Lord it would have been enough to kill some useless Muggle, bring him a traitor to torture them as he pleases, play the double game and infiltrate the enemy ranks to steal information... but with him that wouldn't work. I should be doing something else ... but what? I would like to wake him up and talk to him, list to him one by one the reasons why I am so grateful to him, why I love him so much ... -