Fic: Body Swap NC-17 (Harry Potter/Doctor Who crossover) Chapter 3
Title: Body Swap
Pairing: Barty/Doctor, Barty/Master, Master/Doctor
Fandoms: Doctor Who/Harry Potter
Summary: Due to a potions accident, Barty and the Master discover they have a problem.
Rating: NC17
A/N: In this universe Barty is a vampire/werewolf hybrid. Oh yeah, and before I forget, Barty has changed his hair colour to a dark red colour.
Warnings: Contains slash, and CRACK! When I refer to someone, I'm going to be referring to the person inside the body, so when I say Master, I mean the Master in Barty's body and vice versa.
Previous Chapters
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
The Master pouted and eyed his now dressed body. "Yup, definitely suits me." He looked around for something for him to wear. "You know, I quite like that swishy coat that you have. Maybe I should add that to my wardrobe for me to wear once I'm back in my body."
"Swishy coat? The one that looks like a dark version of the one the Doctor wears?" Barty asked, sitting on a chair to pull on a pair of holly green ankle length socks.
"Yes."
"Well, that's ridiculous."
"Why?"
"You're a midget. You're, like, a head shorter than the Doctor and me. In my coat, you'd look swamped."
The Master's eyes narrowed as he looked down at his body. "Are you mocking me?"
"Would I do that to you?"
"I'm not a midget!"
"Okay, if you say so," Barty said, not wanting to anger the time lord currently wearing his body. "I need to know how far you and him have gone. I'm assuming all the way, but correct me if I'm wrong."
"Why?"
"Well, I am in your body. I need to know these things. I need to know whether he calls you his 'fluffy bunny of love' or something else cutesy."
"I can't believe you just said that. Do you know how disturbing it is to hear your own voice say things like that?"
"I can't believe I said it either. Kill me now."
"I would but, as you pointed out, you're in my body and I have no wish to be stuck in your body forever."
"It was a figure of speech. I should've know you would've gone with the homicidal angle."
"As if you aren't homicidal too," the Master stated sarcastically. "Of course, if you're looking to blow off a little steam, you can always look up Harkness. You can kill him and he'd just pop up again." He smiled as he dressed in a pair of black trousers. "On the other hand, I'm sure he could loosen you up a bit. Seeing as you're sexually repressed..."
"I am not sexually repressed!" Barty exclaimed, looking scandalized, pulling on a pair of black polished shoes.
"You are. You said you wouldn't sleep with me."
"Because you're in my body AND because you're with the Doctor!" Barty squeaked, standing up.
"Really?" the Master questioned, as he sat down to put on a pair of charcol coloured socks and then slipped on a pair of black boots.
"Really."
"I still think I'd need a crowbar to pry open those legs of yours."
"Just because I don't flaunt my sexuality around, doesn't mean I'm repressed."
"I haven't heard about any girlfriends or boyfriends."
"See above answer. You never answered my question."
"Which one?"
"About the Doctor."
"Well, not sure you'd be able to handle it."
"Are you going to answer it or not?"
"You'd probably end up kissing the Doctor at some point and I don't want your inexperience showing."
"I'm not inexperienced."
The Master didn't answer, he pushed Barty against the wall and kissed him furiously. He smirked as he felt the bodily-displaced wizard melt under his kiss. 'Was he kissing back? Oh, yes, he was and he's a good kisser too. So much for the "not wanting to shag the Master" thing that he was spouting. The body doesn't lie,' the Master thought, as the other man's arms came up and wrapped themselves around his waist. The Master realised he was already half hard and that was from just a kiss.
Barty pulled back, wearing a smirk on his face, having felt the other man's reaction. "So will I pass the Doctor test?"
"You'll do," the Master answered, jumping as a slightly cooler hand ran up his spine, sending a shiver of pleasure that seemed to follow the hand's path over his skin.
Barty let go of the Master and stepped away from him. "Come on, the Doctor would be here soon."
The Master stared in shock and then regained his senses, pulling on a dark green shirt over his trousers. He noticed the look of approval that came over the other man's face. "What?"
"It looks good. Green is definitely my colour."
The Master sighed, running his fingers through his thick red hair. "Barty, look, if you kiss the Doctor like you kissed me, then there's no way you aren't going to shag him."
"Oh, now you want me to shag him. Make up your bloody mind, won't ya?"
"Just so you know, I like to be in charge, during sex and elsewhere."
"No way, really? And here I was thinking that you call yourself the Master just for giggles," Barty retorted sarcastically.
"No offence, but you give off the air of a submissive," the Master stated, choosing to ignore Barty's sarcastic comment. "You need to be dominate if you have any chance of pulling off playing me."
"What?!"
"You're a sub, get over it."
"How would you know? Peak through my bedroom window, do you?"
"You're avoiding the issue. You need to be in charge." the Master moved to stand behind Barty and leaned towards him, his breath tickling the displaced hybrid's ear. "Remember, it's not the power or the strength, it's the attitude."
"That's assuming I even get in to the Doctor's bedroom," Barty said, turning around to face the Master. "Besides, I'm not a sub... all the time."
"Mmmhmm."
The sound of another TARDIS materializing drew their attention. "He's here," Barty said, not sounding at all happy about the situation. "How do I look?"
"Good." the Master answered as they headed out of the wardrobe room. "For Rassilon's sake, cheer up. Anyone would think you're facing the Daleks, not the Doctor."
They met the Doctor in the control room, who smiled at the Master before Barty swept his 'date' for the evening into a kiss, mainly to annoy the Master, who was watching. Barty grinned as he felt the Doctor return the kiss eagerly, then nearly turned into a puddle of jelly as the Doctor deepened it.
The Doctor pulled back. "Who else have you been kissing?" he asked, running his tongue along his lips.
'Shit!' Barty thought, before smirking, and knowing that he was in trouble once he returns to his own body, for what he was about to say. He pointed to the Master. "Him, but you know how it is with these youngsters, he's very sexually repressed. Thought he needed help with loosening up."
"Never thought I'd see the day where you actually help someone, Master," the Doctor commented, licking his lips again, savouring the combined taste of Barty and the Master on his lips.
The Master glared, not quite expecting Barty to echo his earlier words back to him. "I am not repressed." he stated, crossing his arms.
"Yeah, he's lucky he's quite easy on the eyes," Barty stated, getting into character. "Maybe we could keep him as a pet or something."
"But... but, he's ginger! I've always wanted to be ginger," the Doctor pouted, looking like a little boy, who had just had his toy stolen from him.
"Here's my cue to leave," the Master interrupted, before the Doctor could launch into a long-winded lecture about keeping other people as pets, heading to the door, "before you two decide to get cosy on the control panel or something." He grinned and paused just before the doors. "Have fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
TBC
On to Chapter 4
Comments are love.
Pairing: Barty/Doctor, Barty/Master, Master/Doctor
Fandoms: Doctor Who/Harry Potter
Summary: Due to a potions accident, Barty and the Master discover they have a problem.
Rating: NC17
A/N: In this universe Barty is a vampire/werewolf hybrid. Oh yeah, and before I forget, Barty has changed his hair colour to a dark red colour.
Warnings: Contains slash, and CRACK! When I refer to someone, I'm going to be referring to the person inside the body, so when I say Master, I mean the Master in Barty's body and vice versa.
Previous Chapters
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
The Master pouted and eyed his now dressed body. "Yup, definitely suits me." He looked around for something for him to wear. "You know, I quite like that swishy coat that you have. Maybe I should add that to my wardrobe for me to wear once I'm back in my body."
"Swishy coat? The one that looks like a dark version of the one the Doctor wears?" Barty asked, sitting on a chair to pull on a pair of holly green ankle length socks.
"Yes."
"Well, that's ridiculous."
"Why?"
"You're a midget. You're, like, a head shorter than the Doctor and me. In my coat, you'd look swamped."
The Master's eyes narrowed as he looked down at his body. "Are you mocking me?"
"Would I do that to you?"
"I'm not a midget!"
"Okay, if you say so," Barty said, not wanting to anger the time lord currently wearing his body. "I need to know how far you and him have gone. I'm assuming all the way, but correct me if I'm wrong."
"Why?"
"Well, I am in your body. I need to know these things. I need to know whether he calls you his 'fluffy bunny of love' or something else cutesy."
"I can't believe you just said that. Do you know how disturbing it is to hear your own voice say things like that?"
"I can't believe I said it either. Kill me now."
"I would but, as you pointed out, you're in my body and I have no wish to be stuck in your body forever."
"It was a figure of speech. I should've know you would've gone with the homicidal angle."
"As if you aren't homicidal too," the Master stated sarcastically. "Of course, if you're looking to blow off a little steam, you can always look up Harkness. You can kill him and he'd just pop up again." He smiled as he dressed in a pair of black trousers. "On the other hand, I'm sure he could loosen you up a bit. Seeing as you're sexually repressed..."
"I am not sexually repressed!" Barty exclaimed, looking scandalized, pulling on a pair of black polished shoes.
"You are. You said you wouldn't sleep with me."
"Because you're in my body AND because you're with the Doctor!" Barty squeaked, standing up.
"Really?" the Master questioned, as he sat down to put on a pair of charcol coloured socks and then slipped on a pair of black boots.
"Really."
"I still think I'd need a crowbar to pry open those legs of yours."
"Just because I don't flaunt my sexuality around, doesn't mean I'm repressed."
"I haven't heard about any girlfriends or boyfriends."
"See above answer. You never answered my question."
"Which one?"
"About the Doctor."
"Well, not sure you'd be able to handle it."
"Are you going to answer it or not?"
"You'd probably end up kissing the Doctor at some point and I don't want your inexperience showing."
"I'm not inexperienced."
The Master didn't answer, he pushed Barty against the wall and kissed him furiously. He smirked as he felt the bodily-displaced wizard melt under his kiss. 'Was he kissing back? Oh, yes, he was and he's a good kisser too. So much for the "not wanting to shag the Master" thing that he was spouting. The body doesn't lie,' the Master thought, as the other man's arms came up and wrapped themselves around his waist. The Master realised he was already half hard and that was from just a kiss.
Barty pulled back, wearing a smirk on his face, having felt the other man's reaction. "So will I pass the Doctor test?"
"You'll do," the Master answered, jumping as a slightly cooler hand ran up his spine, sending a shiver of pleasure that seemed to follow the hand's path over his skin.
Barty let go of the Master and stepped away from him. "Come on, the Doctor would be here soon."
The Master stared in shock and then regained his senses, pulling on a dark green shirt over his trousers. He noticed the look of approval that came over the other man's face. "What?"
"It looks good. Green is definitely my colour."
The Master sighed, running his fingers through his thick red hair. "Barty, look, if you kiss the Doctor like you kissed me, then there's no way you aren't going to shag him."
"Oh, now you want me to shag him. Make up your bloody mind, won't ya?"
"Just so you know, I like to be in charge, during sex and elsewhere."
"No way, really? And here I was thinking that you call yourself the Master just for giggles," Barty retorted sarcastically.
"No offence, but you give off the air of a submissive," the Master stated, choosing to ignore Barty's sarcastic comment. "You need to be dominate if you have any chance of pulling off playing me."
"What?!"
"You're a sub, get over it."
"How would you know? Peak through my bedroom window, do you?"
"You're avoiding the issue. You need to be in charge." the Master moved to stand behind Barty and leaned towards him, his breath tickling the displaced hybrid's ear. "Remember, it's not the power or the strength, it's the attitude."
"That's assuming I even get in to the Doctor's bedroom," Barty said, turning around to face the Master. "Besides, I'm not a sub... all the time."
"Mmmhmm."
The sound of another TARDIS materializing drew their attention. "He's here," Barty said, not sounding at all happy about the situation. "How do I look?"
"Good." the Master answered as they headed out of the wardrobe room. "For Rassilon's sake, cheer up. Anyone would think you're facing the Daleks, not the Doctor."
They met the Doctor in the control room, who smiled at the Master before Barty swept his 'date' for the evening into a kiss, mainly to annoy the Master, who was watching. Barty grinned as he felt the Doctor return the kiss eagerly, then nearly turned into a puddle of jelly as the Doctor deepened it.
The Doctor pulled back. "Who else have you been kissing?" he asked, running his tongue along his lips.
'Shit!' Barty thought, before smirking, and knowing that he was in trouble once he returns to his own body, for what he was about to say. He pointed to the Master. "Him, but you know how it is with these youngsters, he's very sexually repressed. Thought he needed help with loosening up."
"Never thought I'd see the day where you actually help someone, Master," the Doctor commented, licking his lips again, savouring the combined taste of Barty and the Master on his lips.
The Master glared, not quite expecting Barty to echo his earlier words back to him. "I am not repressed." he stated, crossing his arms.
"Yeah, he's lucky he's quite easy on the eyes," Barty stated, getting into character. "Maybe we could keep him as a pet or something."
"But... but, he's ginger! I've always wanted to be ginger," the Doctor pouted, looking like a little boy, who had just had his toy stolen from him.
"Here's my cue to leave," the Master interrupted, before the Doctor could launch into a long-winded lecture about keeping other people as pets, heading to the door, "before you two decide to get cosy on the control panel or something." He grinned and paused just before the doors. "Have fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
TBC
On to Chapter 4
Comments are love.