Characters: Ten/TenII, Donna & others
WARNING: please don't read if you are homophobic, because you WILL be offended.

Disclaimer: the fact that TenII was practically thrown away without them even giving us an action figure proves that I do not own these characters.
A/N: dedicated to beachy_geek for being my 'enabler' and encouragement. I'd have never contemplated doing this if it weren't for you.
A/N2: this was written for and originally posted as part of a Tencest Ficathon on LiveJournal.

Three Little, Two Little, One Little Indian

A Ten-der Moment

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The Doctor came up behind his counterpart and trailed a fingertip along his naked shoulder as they stood looking out of the TARDIS doors at the landscape beyond.

"What are you thinking about, love?" the Duplicate asked gently.

"How beautiful it is," the Doctor answered as he turned to gaze at him over his shoulder. "Seeing you here always makes me appreciate it more."

He chuckled self-consciously. "Why's that? It's not as though I'm anything special."

"Don't start that!" the Doctor scolded. "You sound just like your… like Donna. And we all know how brilliant she is."

"Yeah," the Duplicate agreed, and the Doctor brought his arms up to wrap around the Duplicate's shoulders before placing a kiss on his nape. "Do you ever wish she hadn't formed me?" he cautiously asked.

"Whatever makes you ask that? Of course I don't wish that; not when it left me with the chance to have you in my life," the Doctor replied.

"But it caused a terrible price to be paid," the Duplicate argued.

"Yes, it did; and she willingly paid it for you, so stop feeling guilty." The Doctor released his arms from his neck in order to turn and face him properly. "She would have loved to be here with us like this if she could, so please stop having this guilt trip," he pleaded. "I know what she felt before she 'died', as it were, and she wanted us to be happy more than anything else."

"And are you?" the Duplicate blurted out the question.

The Doctor tenderly took his face in his hands and gazed lovingly into his eyes. "With you here how can I be anything else? You make me more than happy. You are my light and my life."

He felt choked with emotion. "I love you, Doctor!" he declared in a soft whisper, wanting only him to hear.

"And I love you," the Doctor readily answered. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips onto his duplicate's mouth. Their delicate kiss quickly grew more passionate as they mouthed each other.

"Not again! Don't you two ever stop?" demanded a miffed voice from behind them.

They both turned to find Donna gazing at them, flushed with embarrassment as she carried a laundry basket full of clothing.

"Sorry. We were just enjoying the view," the Doctor explained.

"You're just enjoying something; that much was obvious," she replied with a smirk. "Did you want me to wash those trousers too?"

They both rushed forward to grab hold of her laundry basket and tussled between themselves over who end up with it. The Duplicate won, and sauntered off, leaving the Doctor with Donna. He immediately eased her down onto the pilot seat. "Come on, Donna. You need to rest a bit more," he insisted.

She huffed indignantly but sat down anyway. "I'm fine; honest I am, Doctor."

"I know," he said, smiling at her. "And I want to make sure you stay that way. You spend far too much time looking after us all."

"Well, I have to make sure you don't do anything stupid, don't I? I need you both to stick around for a while," she retorted.

"About that…," he began. "I'm really sorry, Donna."

"Will you stop apologising!" she exploded. "I wanted this, you are both happy with each other, and I get to be with you. I think that's pretty good in the circumstances."

"Ah, but Donna, you've got the sticky end of the lollypop," the Duplicate added as he re-joined them and took hold of her hand consolingly.

She tenderly stroked his cheek. "Aw, you are sweet! But I see this as good. I don't have to pander to some bloke unless I want to, I've gained a family and I get to carry on seeing the stars."

"Do you honestly not mind?" he sought to confirm.

"Honestly? Well, it would have been nice to have got like this the conventional way, but beggars can't be choosers," she admitted with a self-conscious shrug.

"Are you saying a metacrisis isn't conventional," the Doctor teased.

"Far better than worms lopping a bit off," she teased back. "On that note I shall go and do battle with some stains and you two can get back to erm… whatever or wherever you had got up to."

"Donna, you don't have to do that," the Doctor gently told her as she struggled to get up off her seat.

"I know," she replied sweetly. "I think they call it 'nesting', if I remember right." She then rubbed her stomach thoughtfully. "Duplicate number two is telling me he wants ice cream…" A faint lick of her lips made her then say, "Baileys ice cream, I should say."

As the Duplicate laughed knowingly, the Doctor shooed her away. "Go and lie down, and we'll bring you some. Just don't go around saying I never do anything for you."

"Right back at you," she retorted with a smile before waddling off down the corridor.

"I blame your missing heart for this," the Doctor pretended to gripe to his duplicate.

"Nothing to do with me," he defended himself with a wave of his hands. "I wasn't the one who wouldn't regenerate."

"Well, why would I?" the Doctor asked, adjusting his tie despite it being okay. "I look good like this."

"You certainly do," his duplicate agreed, edging closer. "Good enough to eat, in fact," he breathily added as he wrapped his hands around the Doctor's head.

"You think so?" the Doctor wondered.

"I know so," the Duplicate confirmed. "I also know that Donna expects her ice cream pretty soon or we'll be in trouble."

"Then so be it," the Doctor said with a wry chuckle.

The Duplicate looked at him in disbelief. "You know you wouldn't have this any other way."

It was true; the Doctor had the love of his life by his side, his best friend nearby, and a child on the way. What more could a Time Lord want?