Fic: Doing It Both Ways - Chapter 8
Title: Doing It Both Ways 8/? written with
jadedgothchild
Rating: NC 17
Pairing: Tennant/Simm; Doctor/Master
Disclaimer: We don't know the actors and we don't own the characters. Just having some dirty fun with them, no harm intended.
Warning: This is a work of RPS and FPS, don't like, don't read. Also, happens to be totally AU.
Summary: David and John film new scenes and live them by accident, the Doctor and the Master live them on purpose and only film it accidentally.
Crack!Disclaimer: ***Obviously this shit would never really happen. We really want it to as it is preferable to reality, but no, it really doesn't. Doctor Who doesn't do porn and John and David are sadly, prefer women. Ah well, we can dream right? So go on and put those AU glasses on and remember this is all in good porny fun***
Just as suddenly as he let the Doctor into his mind, he shuts him back out and releases his firm grip on both the Doctor’s mind and body. The Doctor crumbles to the floor, legs giving way under him without the weight of another body to help hold him up. The Master, still breathless and buzzing himself, looks down at him, the perfect picture of sin, flushed and strung out, sated but still needy.
“This is a good look for you.” The Master sneers as he caresses the Doctor’s cheek, the gentle touch betraying the harshness of his voice. “I could keep you like this. No one would have to know...”
The Master is about to leave when the Doctor reaches out with a weak grip on his wrist, stopping him. He says nothing.
The Master pulls his wrist away, a look of disgust on his face. He shivers against the now cold water streaming down on them and backs away. “No hot water left to scrub me away with, I’m afraid. Does the sting of the cold work just as well? You’ll have to let me know...”
The Master leaves the Doctor there, alone and shivering under the steady spray of cold water.
**
The Master later finds the Doctor back at the console, tinkering away, a little less spring in his step than usual.
“Why Doctor, is that a limp you have there?” The Master laughs. “How ever did that happen?”
The Doctor doesn’t take the bait. “What do you want?”
The Master pulls his laser screwdriver out of his pocket. “This.”
“What about it?” The Doctor asks as he continues to work.
“I want you to fix it.” The Master holds it up and swirls it around in the air as he talks.
“It’s not broken.” The Doctor tells him, still not looking at him, not giving him the attention he wants.
“What do you mean it’s not broken? Of course it is.” He points it at the Doctor, pushing a button as he does so. “See, not working; you’re still here.”
“Won’t work in here...” the Doctor motions with his eyes towards the door “...on board the Tardis.
“You mean...” The Master walks towards the door. “I just have to take it outside?”
“You’ll have to of course. We’ll be taking off soon.” The Doctor tells him.
“We’re leaving?” The Master asks.
“No, you’re not leaving. We are. Me and the Tardis.” The Doctor walks his usual circle around the console, getting ready to fire her up.
**
They had three scenes to go, and then John would leave, and they weren't the kind of scenes that they could coast through. Complicated scenes. Sex and showers and David felt sure that everyone around them knew, could tell by the way they were reacting to being so close. There was a certain kind of balance you achieved when you had to perform this intimately with someone, and everyone knew how to tell if it was based in sex or not. Everyone knew. You could just tell. He wasn't laughing nervously when he had to grope John; he wasn't making awful jokes or play fighting to work out the tension. They were both just quietly, calmly working through the scenes.
Of course it wouldn't be a disaster if people knew. They'd understand, from one perspective or another, how it happened and why they didn't stop it. It would just feel so much cheaper if people knew. It looked like a simple case of sex scenes gone rampant, an on set fling that helped them do their jobs, but he knew there had to be more to it. He wished there was, at least. If it was just that, why had he felt the need to climb into John's bed and apologise? They couldn't really just be channelling their characters, could they?
At lunch, they hide out in his dressing room, recovering from the scene in the shower. They still had go out there and finish it, which was almost worse. They walk in casually, and John kicks the door shut, dropping his things and grabbing David, backing him up against a wall.
"There is no end to how much I want to have you like that," He growls, his hand tight on David's hip, "If there was enough time... God your arse is so mine tonight."
David nods and licks his lips, one arm snaking around John's waist, "Don't even have to hypnotise me to do it."
"And that's why I'm the Master," John nods, pressing closer and kissing David, deep and slow, all the tension they worked up in the scene stored in his body.
"We can't..." David says when he's free to breathe, "Have to finish the scene. Can't go in all languid and freshly fucked..."
John's head thunks onto the wall next to David's, "Damnit. I hate work."
**
The Doctor answers the Master flatly. “Yes.”
“What, you’re just going to leave me here?” The Master opens the door and looks out to see that they are still in the tree they landed on.
“Yes.” The Doctor tells him again.
“Just like that? After the promise you made to all those people even...” The Master stops, turns and talks directly at the Doctor. “No one knows I’m here.”
“I know you’re here.” The Doctor looks at the Master briefly as he speaks, only to quickly return to the console, bringing the old girl to life. “It’s late. It’s dark out there and to be honest I just know that this planet is pretty, I don’t really know what might be out there...Best rest if you need to. We’ll be off first light. Just going to give her a little test run before the morning.” The Doctor says.
The Master shoves his screwdriver in his pocket as he walks past the Doctor who seizes his wrist for the second time that day. “Here.” The Doctor says and points with his free hand to Rose’s old easy chair. “I need you where I can see you.”
**
What must be hours later, the Master is woken by the Doctor. “It’s time.” Is all the Doctor says and the Master is fit to protest until the door of the Tardis is open and there is nothing but darkness. The Master sits still in the chair, anger and something that might be called hurt creeping into his features. He looks as if he is about to throw a classic child like tantrum before the Doctor pulls him forcefully up from the chair and guides him over to the open door.
“Go on.” The Doctor tells him, some sort of emotion that the Master can not place coming through in his tone.
The Master walks towards the door, dips his toe down as if he is stepping into a bath, and finds his foot planted firmly on plush carpet. He yanks his foot away at first, and then slowly puts it back down before stepping the other one onto the carpet just beyond the door of the Tardis. He looks at the Doctor, confused.
The Doctor reaches his hand out around the Tardis, hoping he landed her correctly, and feels around for a switch. He finds it and adjusts, turning the dim lights on.
The Master looks around, the grand room spare but a luxurious four poster bed swathed in shades of deep red and gold. He looks at the Doctor, back to the bed and then back to the Doctor again before moving towards it.
“What’s this?” The Master asks as he sinks into the plush bed.
“A man of your stature surely knows a bed when he sees one.” The Doctor raises an eyebrow at him.
The Master rolls his eyes. “It’s a bed, yes, what I mean was what is this place? Why are we here?”
“This is a place I used to know...Been a long time since I’d been here. I remembered it was empty and...Well, I remembered this bed here.” The Doctor runs his hands up the intricately carved wood of one of the posts. “She is a beauty, isn’t she?”
“How did you know it was empty?” The Master asks, eyes following the Doctor’s fingers as they trace the ornate detail.
“It’s mine of course.” He answers quickly, bringing his fingers from the bed to the tie around his neck. He works the knot loose and pulls it free, slipping the fabric through his fingers and finally off of his neck.
“Yours?” The Master watches as the Doctor advances on him.
“Yeah. Friend of mine gave it to me, long ago.” The Doctor stands in front of the Master for a moment, then slides by and plants himself onto the edge of the bed, patting the seat next to him.
The Master sits, a reluctant smile coming over him. “You...Well, you little minx.” He laughs. “This is why your companions never minded the shabby accommodations of that ship.” He says as he points to the blue police box, so out of place in this otherwise perfect room. “You brought them here of course. I can’t....”
“I never brought them here.” The Doctor tells him. “No one knows about this place.”
The Master is no longer laughing. “Never...Why?”
“I told you, no one knows about this place. Just like the planet...Master.” The Doctor says his name quietly, so quietly that the Master is not sure he heard it at all. “Only you and me.”
The Doctor moves back onto the bed until he is kneeling behind the still sitting Master. He works his hands over tense shoulders before he reaches for the tie around the Master’s neck, loosening the knot and pulling it up over the his head, much like he did his own moments earlier. Once the tie is removed and cast aside along with his own, he returns to gently working the tense shoulders beneath his fingers, occasionally bringing his hands up into the Master’s hair before running them back down to his shoulders, surprised slightly by the lack of resistance he encounters as he gently, slowly probes with small wisps at the Master’s mind.
“Master...” He uses the name to his advantage, whispering it in such a way. “Master, let me in.” He continues his delicate assault; nimbly fingering the buttons of the Master’s shirt before leaving the bed to come and stand before him.
He pushes, still gently, at the Master, forcing him back while bringing himself up onto the bed, his knees between the Master’s thighs. He eases the Master down on the bed into a prone position, running his fingers lightly down his bare chest. “This okay?” He asks the Master in nothing more than a hoarse whisper as he once again leaves the bed, picking up the discarded ties along the way.
**
The rest of the day passes in a haze, they finish the scenes set out, leaving just one to be done tomorrow. It aches to think he's going to have to come in and work by himself. He knows that he should talk to John about it, see if there was perhaps a chance of keeping this going, but that means putting his cards on the table, and really.. Does he need that kind of rejection? Does anyone?
They leave in separate cars and drive to his place. Halfway there his phone rings.
"Yeah?" He asks, flipping it open without looking, sounding a little impatient.
"I can see right up your tail pipe," John purrs, "Quite a nice view, really."
David lets out a small laugh, "Pervert."
"You have no idea..."
He shivers a little, "Is that so?"
"Oh yes, I have lots of... hidden depths," John answers, low and decadent.
"I'll bet you do..." His chuckle is dark and loaded, and he's glad they're getting closer to home and bed.
"Think about it," John tells him, ending the call. He grips the steering wheel harder, turning the last few corners to his place and pulling up.
A few deep breaths and he trusts himself to act appropriately casual, but he can't help looking over at John and giving him a quick naughty grin. He fumbles for his keys and John stands just to the side, looking at him with a gaze that could melt glaciers.
"Need some help?"
David snorts lightly and rolls his eyes, "I know what that means. No, you keep your helping away until I've figured out how to open the door." He flaps a hand dismissively at him and sets about trying to fit the key into the lock, finally achieving it and letting them in as John draws breath to protest.
"There," David says as John shuts the door and wraps an arm about his waist, pulling him close, "Now you can help."
John grins and kisses him, quick and friendly, then pushes away and backs him against a wall, pinning him there, hands held to the wall next to his head. David squeaks a little in surprise, wriggling against John, who grins again and kisses him neither quick nor friendly; deep and hard and like he's trying to eat David and keep him forever. It was a kiss that claimed, and David almost fought it for a moment, scared of what had to happen tomorrow and what it would mean if he gave himself over. Then John bit his lip just the right kind of rough and he fell into it, willing or not.
**
The Doctor is knocking gently at the door of the Master’s mind, requesting more than demanding entry. He asks again if it is okay, asks without words as he wraps silk firmly first around one of the Master’s wrists and then to the bed post, quickly repeating the process with the other when he encounters no resistance.
He walks the length of the bed slowly, stripping off his coat as they eye each other. The Doctor, at the foot of the bed, reaches down and over the Master, peeling clothes off of his body while shedding through layers of his mind. His own breathing becomes ragged as he rids himself of most of his own clothes, stripping down to an unbuttoned shirt, mirroring the Master.
The Master speaks in a low growl. “What are you doing?” He asks.
Control.
He laughs when he feels the Doctor in his head, quickly stilled when he feels hands, light whisper touches upon his skin, the laughter replaced by a stutter of breath.
Don’t you want it? Don’t you want me to control you, Master?
More feather weight touches ghost over his skin and the stutter becomes gasps of breath.
The Doctor climbs fully onto the bed, hovers over the Master, bodies nearly touching. He brings his mouth down on the Master’s in a sweet kiss, quickly pulls back, looks into the Master’s eyes with a grin, comes in for another kiss and repeats the process again. The Doctor lowers his body slightly with each meeting of the lips, between each breath until finally there is warm skin to skin contact. He feels the Master tense under the weight of his body and delights in the whimper that escapes his throat as he darts his tongue out, tasting the Master’s lips, once again asking for something, not taking without permission.
You do want it, don’t you? You’ve always wanted it.
Their mingled breathing becomes more ragged as the kiss deepens, as the Doctor becomes more in tune to the Master. He pulls his lips away from the Master’s, brings them to his neck where sucks and nibbles and then to his earlobe that he pulls gently between his teeth before bringing his lips back to the Master’s, finding them even more warm and pliant beneath his own than they were a moment before.
The Master rocks his hips up against the Doctor, electricity surging between them. There is a sharp hiss of breath from the Doctor before he pulls his body away, back up enough so that they are not touching. The Master is fighting now against his arm restraints and he swings a leg up to hook over the Doctor’s body, trying to pull him back down on top of him, wanting more and more of that delicious friction.
The Doctor laughs this time, low and sexy. “Do you want it, Master?”
I want it. I want you.
The Master hears the Doctor in his voice again.
You can have it. You can have me, again and again. Until all the skies burn, you can have me.
The Master hooks his other leg up around the Doctor, trying to pull him down, ignoring or avoiding the soft spoken voice in his head. He pulls again against the silk binding his wrists to the posts. There is a slightly wild and panicked look about him; his eyes are wide and his lips swollen and red from kissing. The Doctor looks at him, really looks at him, into him and speaks, slow and measured. “You look good like this. Ooh, you do...All you have to do is ask me.” The Doctor moves his eyes from the Master’s, drags them slowly down his body and back up again while hovering still above him. “Come on...Ask me for it. Tell me you want it, you want me. Ask me if I want you. Ask if you can have me...If I will have you. Make me believe...” a deep exhaled breath, “...Master.”
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