Author: Munnin

Summary: Let's just say it's not the best spot for a picnic.

Rating: Rish

Pairing(s): The Doctor (five) / Adric mostly

Author’s note: Big thanks to Elanor for her betage

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!

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“So where are we this time?” Tegan asked sarcastically when the TARDIS finally rematerialised.

The Doctor pored over the instrument panel. “I think…” He flipped a few seemingly random switches and stared at the readouts. “I don’t know but it looks nice out there, doesn’t it?” he said, grinning happily as he hit the button for the view-screen. The land beyond was green and lush.

Adric elbowed him out of the way. “Breathable atmosphere, Earth-like gravity. At least it looks safe.”

“Why don’t you three have a picnic while I try to sort out whatever is wrong with the TARDIS, hmm?” The Doctor shed his jacket and sweater and started to remove the repair hatches.

“Are you sure it’s safe?” Tegan asked petulantly.

The Doctor was unfazed. “Oh, I’ll be fine. Don’t you worry. Shouldn’t take long.”

“I meant us going out there!” She scowled.

“I’m sure if we stay within scan range, the Doctor will keep an eye out for us. Won’t you, Doctor?” said Nyssa, calm as always.

“Hmm?” The Doctor had disappeared somewhere under the console.

“I say won’t you, Doctor?” Nyssa said a little louder.

“Oh, yes, certainly,” hHe replied, somewhat muffled.

Tegan rolled her eyes and cocked her head to the door. “Shall we?” Adric reached out for the door control…

And the world went white.

The surge of intense stimulation pinned the Doctor to the floor. Somewhere far off through the pounding of his blood, he could make out the sound of his companions’ cries. Must…close…door. He tried and failed to sit up as his vision swam. Waves of euphoria crashed over him obscuring his senses. He gathered all the mental strength he could in an effort to dampen the all-conquering arousal. For a split second he could make out Nyssa lunging for the door control and then hit the floor.

The room came back into focus slowly. The Doctor could make out the shape of Nyssa lying beside the motionless Adric. “How good is the TARDIS’s shielding against telepathic energy?” she asked, her breathing coming in ragged gasps.

“Closed environment.” The Doctor swallowed, trying to moisten his dry mouth “Why?”

She bit her lip, trying not to moan as muscle spasms racked her body. “We’ll be all right as long as we keep the door closed.” Her forehead furrowed in concentration. “We were only exposed for a few seconds. The side effects should wear off in an hour or so.”

“Effects of what?” he asked, suddenly all too aware of his body. His limbs felt like lead and his skin burned. He wanted above all things to be naked. To touch and be touched.

“Eros field.” She managed to pull herself to her knees. “You’ve never encountered them?” The Doctor shook his head with difficulty. “Eros spirits are a form of telepathic parasite. They feed off sexual energy by promoting a pleasure response in anyone they come in contact with.”

“Dangerous?” the Doctor asked, trying to gain control of his senses.

“Not particularly…unless you’re exposed to them too long. More than a few minutes can cause long term damage.” She bent over Adric then crawled to Tegan’s side. Both of them were unconscious on the TARDIS floor. “Passed out. Can happen the first time.”

The Doctor watched as her hand drifted towards Tegan’s cheek but pulled back suddenly — eyes closed and tensed as if fighting something. “How are you able..." He struggled to form coherent thought.

She gave a manic little giggle. “Not my first time. There was one on Traken. We use to go near it as a dare where I was young. It was safe so long as you had someone to pull you out if you lost control.”

The Doctor noticed for the first time how beautiful Nyssa was. How graceful and commanding. How intelligent and desirable. He tried to sit up, to reach her. To show her how much he admired her, worshipped her.

Nyssa climbed to her feet using the console, fighting an inner battle with her own desires. “Scrambled eggs!” she hissed through clenched teeth.

“Pardon?”

“Visualise scrambled eggs. Don’t ask me why but it works.”

He did and found it pushed back the red haze of arousal and lust. He managed to marshal his limbs into standing. His knees buckled as aftershocks of orgasm ripped through him.

“Concentrate, Doctor! Please!” she implored. “I can’t look after all three of you.”

“I’m all right," he said, pulling himself back up.

She gave him the brightest smile he’d ever seen and he felt his hearts skip. “I’m impressed, Doctor. You must have great control over your mind and body to be able to pull yourself together like this. Most people just give in to the feeling and wait for it to subside.”

The Doctor forced himself to concentrate, hoping Nyssa wouldn’t notice how close to giving in he was. He tried hard not to think about what might happen if he did loss control now. “Why didn’t it show up on the TARDIS scanners?”

“The Eros can only be perceived by the mind. The TARDIS wouldn’t have picked it up.” Adric moaned long and low from the floor. The Doctor bent to check on him but Nyssa caught the cloth of his shirt sleeve. “You mustn’t touch his skin. If you do, no amount of self control or scrambled eggs will help.” She grabbed the Doctor’s jacket and jumper off the coat rack. “They both need rest. I’ll deal with Tegan. Can you get Adric into bed?” He felt the blush rising to his cheeks. Right now the thought of getting Adric into bed was just too appetizing.

“Doctor?” Nyssa’s voice was low and threatening. “Concentrate!” She tied the Doctor’s jumper around Tegan’s chest, pinning her arms to her side. She pulled the unconscious Australian upright half carried; half dragged her towards to door. “Get some rest yourself although I definitely recommend a cold shower.”

The Doctor knelt next to Adric and wrapped his jacket round the boy’s shoulders. Adric’s eyes rolled and he started to wake up. “Doctor?” he whimpered as the Doctor scooped him up.

“It’s all right, Adric. You just need rest. I’m taking you to your room. It’s alright.” He hoped his tone was soothing and calming but he knew the arms that held the young man trembled. Even through all their clothes he could feel Adric’s skin burning. He knew he needed to put as much distance between him and the temptation that was Adric as possible. Desperate to protect himself and Adric he pushed open the nearest door. A bedroom. Not Adric’s but right now it would do. He dumped Adric on the bed and turned to flee.

“Not my room,” Adric moaned quietly as he squirmed into a comfortable position.

“I know, but it will do for tonight. Now if you’ll excuse me…” The Doctor made for the door.

“Don’t leave me. Please? I feel so strange.” Adric writhed against the sheets restless and uneasy. “I don’t want to be alone.” He flailed his hand to try to catch hold of the Time Lord.

Mindful of Nyssa’s warning, the Doctor dodged away and stood just out of arm's reach. “You should get some rest. You’ll feel fine in the morning, Adric. I promise.”

But Adric showed no signs of wanting to rest. He wrenched obstinately at his own collar as if trying to free himself from some monstrous constraint. “So hot…” he muttered tugging at the laces of his tunic. “Please, Doctor. I'm burning,” he said, his cries growing insistent.

The Doctor bit his lip, eyes clamped shut and arms resolutely glued to his side. He knew he needed to help Adric but the sight of the boy flushed with passion, lips swollen and moist…

*SCRAMBLED EGGS! SCRAMBLED EGGS! SCRAMBLED EGGS! *

Something hot and soft brushed against his lips.

Oh, damn! Adric!

Waves of passion assaulted his mind and the world went white. There was no sense of time or action. Just sensation.

Hands locked in each other…The whisper of falling cloth….Fingers tangled in long hair…The musk of skin and sweat…The curves and hollows of bodies melding into one….Moans that rent the quiet air…Hearts that beat the fierce rhythm of their passion.

The room swam slowly back into focus. The Doctor found himself on top of Adric, pinning him to the bed, his length sheathed deep in the boy’s tight heat. One hand gripped Adric’s hip, the other on the Alzarian shoulder, holding him in place.

The sight of Adric’s passion-drowned eyes was too much to bear. His legs wrapped around the Doctor’s hips, lifting to meet the Time Lord’s thrusts, each one rewarded by a moan from Adric’s swollen lips. The Doctor felt his orgasm building, painfully urgent and inescapable as a sneeze. He lent to capture the boy’s lips, moaning into each other as they both tumbled over the edge into their release.

They lay in each other’s arms till Adric’s breathing steadied to a quiet snore. The Doctor carefully untangled himself from the sleeping boy, dressed and headed…away. Anywhere away from this scene of abuse and shame. He stumbled into the console room and fell against the wall. He slid to the floor in slow despair, burying his head in his hands.

What have I done? he thought as a cold sick feeling enveloped him. How could I do that to him?

Nyssa staggered in, hitting the wall next to him and sliding to join him on the floor. She held out a chocolate bar. “Eat. Hypoglycaemia makes coming down worse. The sugar helps.” He made no move to take it. “It can’t be that bad.” He gave her a *look* and realisation dawned in her eyes. “Oh! Oh dear.”

“Yes,” he said flatly, dropping his head back to his hands.

Nyssa lent her head back on the cool roundels of the wall. “Well, if we’re lucky they’ll only remember it as a strange wet dream,” she said wistfully as she tore open the wrapper.

“Nyssa?” the Doctor asked slowly. “What exactly do you mean by they?”

She turned to face him with the defeated air of someone caught out. She turned slipping down the high collar of her jacket to reveal several deep red hickeys.

“Ahh.”

“Yes,” she said mournfully.

“So? What now?” he asked, finally accepting half the chocolate bar.

“Well, as far as I see it we have two options. Either we come here on a regular basis and make the most of it.” The Doctor gave a funny little splutter as he choked on his chocolate. “Or we pretend this never happened and hope for the best.”

“I think we’ll go with option B, shall we?”

“Agreed.” She hauled herself to her feet. “Get some sleep, Doctor. Tomorrow we’ll finish repairing the TARDIS and get as far away from here as possible.”

“Thank you, Nyssa,” he said, lifting his face to meet hers.

She turned to smile as she reached the door. “For what, Doctor? Don’t forget — this never happened.”