"Mr. Saxon Says Kill"

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"Mr. Saxon Says Kill"
Who:  Broken Master & Broken Doctor
What:  In preparation for the battle with the Big Bad Saxon, the Master tries to teach the Doctor to embrace the dark side...without actually crossing over to the dark side!

This was...strange.  The Doctor sat where the Master told him to in the Junkyard on a little tin bin behind a piece of

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The Master raised an eyebrow, trying to keep up with the Doctors quick hands. "What do you think? Doing the shopping! I mean... this! In a junkyard?"

The Master lifted his hips up regardless to assist the Doctor in getting his trousers down. Well he may not of been happy but he was hardly going to say no and walk away. He was happy to be with his Doctor and if this was how it was to be, then he was fine with it.

Though he wasn't prepared to be the only one who was without trousers. He leaned up to tug at the Doctors trousers, trying to get them down as well.

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"You don't shop in a junkyard, you can just take it. And this is your junkyard so it's not even stealing." They were having a very usual, very normal conversation right here, exactly as they had been while they were torturing that poor man to death. The Doctor wriggled out of his pants and left them side before he leaned down to suck delicious kisses from the mouth of his best friend and dearest, more wonderful ex-enemy.

He was quite happy to be doing all of this and even if they were out on the street, he'd be all right with that too. This was mostly just amusement, an act to feel good doing.

After their killing and that meal, he wanted closeness.

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"The TARDIS isn't far away," The Master pointed out, just for the hell of it. The Doctor seemed to have missed his point, which wasn't unexpected. Still, he decided to let it go, even if he didn't like being this public. He never did, things like this should be private.

Then again, it was hardly the oddest thing they'd done today. They slaughter a man brutally then proceeded to have lunch. It wasn't exactly a normal thing.

Throwing his objection out the door, he kissed the Doctor back, his fingers tangling into the other Time Lords hair, giving it a small tug, angling his head so the Master could get a better aim.

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OH! The Master did know exactly the way to kiss him. Oh, and so brilliantly too. Hair tugging had become quite a fun aspect of their relationship and the Doctor followed suit to tug back on golden strands.

The piece of earth that they happened to be laying on was relatively smooth and free of pieces of broken glass and metal. He'd made sure of that, as they were about to go and have lunch just before this. Who wanted to eat lunch on a piece of shrapnel?

"The TARDIS... I'm tired of the TARDIS sometimes. It's just us here."

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The Master actually understood that. He himself tired of the TARDIS often. He loved Red, she was fun and it was safe and warm inside... but the Master missed his junkyard. He missed the freedom and being able to just run around and create what he wanted without worrying about upsetting the Doctor or Theta. Wellll he never really worried anyway but he didn't like the fact that he knew he was supposed to.

So he decided to not argue the point and simply go with it. He closed his eyes and intensified the kiss. Besides the very small blood stain they were lying on, it could of been worse. At least it wasn't in a pile of scraps.

"The spinning makes me sick sometimes," The Master mused aloud, they could always feel the world turning and sometimes that could be nauseating. Now it was oddly comforting.

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"It makes me happy most of the time," the Doctor said in reply, and with a huff and a sputter, he managed to get the Master's hoodie and the t-shirt he wore beneath it off and over his head. Humming to himself, he folded it into a pillow and jammed it behind the Master's head.

It all was quite methodological and even as the Doctor kissed little patterns in the Master's bare chest, tongue flicking at a nipple or along an interesting ridge of bone or muscle, they continued their conversation.

"I want to get my TARDIS back," he mused. "I'll rework that circuit of hers. No more girls."

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The Master struggled as his hoodie was yanked over his head, almost getting caught as it was removed. He really had to get one of those zip up ones. Then he might just be able to get it off without such a fuss all the time, sometimes he could barely get it off himself. Which was why he'd sleep in it more often than not.

The Master bite his lower lip, trying his best not to making any noise of appreciation. It was far too embarrassing for him to give into.

"Your TARDIS didn't like me," The Master reminded him, then again Red was the only TARDIS that he'd encountered that he'd completely hate him. "But I do miss travelling. We need to travel again, I'm tired of being grounded here."

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"Grounding! Yes. And she'll get to like you if you don't push buttons all the time or blow her up." It took almost a full minute for him to get the words out. His lips were too busy with other, far more important matters to do a silly thing like speak.

Which, oddly enough, did not remind him that he could easily speak inside of the Master's mind. The Doctor was doing his best to avoid that when possible. They did not need their drums to collide.

Down the Doctor went, his oral fixation really a very pleasant thing for both men he allowed inside of his mouth.

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"I would never blow her up, you have my word! And besides, I only play with the controls when you try to go somewhere stupid. Then I counter your stupidity with equal stupidity," The Master laughed, watching the Doctor with great amusement. He could of just moved his mouth away or took a breath like he did.

His eyes followed the Doctor as he slid down, that was the point where he could recognise exactly what was going to happen and he took a deep breath so he didn't lose his composure.

Course that didn't work out so well, he moaned and his fingers wriggled their way back into his hair, gripping it tight and trying to force the Doctor close of more contact.

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The Doctor really and truly was happy with just this. He was adding to the list of things he liked to do above all else every day, and they were getting more and more intimate. At least Theta seemed mostly happy about it, to be pounced on regularly simply so that the Doctor could do this to him.

The Master had been either more or less -- depending on his mood at the moment -- lucky to feel the Doctor's lips wrapping around his cock a much fewer number of times. The Doctor was rectifying that right now, though.

Oh, he did love his hair tugged on. He liked just about everything that the Master did or said while he performed for him.

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No wonder Theta enjoying the Doctor's company of a night, he supposed at times that this kind of intimacy could come in handy. The Doctor was very good at what he did, the Master couldn't deny that he was impressed but he could deny that he was thinking it with ease.

The Master tried his best not to moan, choking it down the best he could but still, little noises slipped out from the back of his throat as he tried to wriggle closer.

Still, he kept on tugging at the Doctors hair and trying to guide him to do ... well he didn't know what, he just wanted to give the illusion that he had power.

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That was one problem with this particular act. Power was in the hands -- and mouth -- of the doer, though the Master's thrusts into his mouth, holding his head down, and wriggling about let the Doctor give up what little he had.

He hadn't been lying when he decided to let the Master be his Master. In most things at least. Making the blond happy was part of that, and he suckled on him for as long as it took, drawing it out past the point it had to necessarily be so that the pleasure would last longer.

The Doctor was moaning along merrily then, eyes flickering up to gaze at the blond with lusty abandon.