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The Time That Never Was: Day 232

Sep 14, 2011 18:22

"The Time That Never Was: Day 232"
Who: The Doctor & The Master
When: During the Year That Never Was, Pre-Merge

His jaw had healed nicely but their attempt to break out had been impossibly mangled and now, the Doctor found himself hardly able to hold up his head. He liked the bird cage much better than he liked the tent though, so there was that. He ( Read more... )

[verse.valiant], [person.master], [verse.bv], bv: person.master

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notsoperfect10 September 20 2011, 22:03:50 UTC

And just how many distinctly embarrassing sounds was the Master going to pull from the Doctor's mouth this afternoon? The moment before his trousers were ripped off, the answer had been in the upper teens. That doubled when he found himself in his pinstriped boxers and rumbled, shoved up t-shirt.

It gave him another chance to verbally question when was going on here and to get a bit away.

"You're injured! What the hell are you doing!?"

iehcsok September 20 2011, 22:07:25 UTC

"I said to shut up, you're ruining it."

The Master was in pain, the dull throb of his arm was not going away and every now and again, it quivered under the Masters weight as if it wanted to collapse but the Master braced both arms over the Doctor and continued to snog him once more. Because he had to do this while he had the chance and he couldn't stand having to discuss it aloud. He just wanted it, he knew he did. And was that honestly such a crime?

Yanking down the Doctors boxers, he inspected him with a critical look before a small playful smirk came on his face and in an immature manner, he waved his hand in dismissal. "Mines bigger."

notsoperfect10 September 20 2011, 22:23:52 UTC

Having been just getting back into that oddly feral and yet still amazing snog, to have a part of himself he never really paid attention to get criticised. "It's perfectly fine thank you!" the Doctor said, frowning as he looked down at himself nad went for the Master's belt.

Well they really should compare. Up come and personal. It only made sense.

They could scan them and feed it into the computer and get a correct density level too!

iehcsok September 21 2011, 18:12:29 UTC

The Master smirked confidently and refused to look bothered. Come on Doctor, you're already taller, just let the Master have this one? Smiling playfully, the Master went for the distraction tactic, which was also handy to gain control.

Reaching out, he grasped the Doctor and began jerking him off quite roughly. There was no love here but when had there ever been?

Stretching out, the Master chuckled and lazily continued. He had no idea how long it had been since someone did this but hopefully it would shut the Doctor up.

Wishful thinking.

As if the Doctor had a choice, either in how he looked -- though some Time Lords could control it with a sort of discipline that the Doctor could never have -- or his ability not to say a word. Impossible. Literally, honestly, impossible. Arching up into the Master's hand, the Doctor grit his teeth. After everything today, why would he want this!? Why was he reacting like this ( ... )

iehcsok September 21 2011, 18:13:00 UTC

The Master rolled his eyes and rooted through the bedside draw, having to use handcream as a substitute as he already started preparing the Doctor. Consent? Pfft, who needed that. The Master was desperate to just fuck and get it over with instead of spending another year dying to just undress him and fuck him with as much passion as he could muster.

"Shut up, lie back and just think of Gallifrey-- actually, no, Gallifrey was awful. Think of bananas and icecream and kitten."

And with that, he rather carelessly shoved his way inside the Doctor with no real preparation. Bad idea. For the both of them. Because it was actually quite painful at first but it did get better-- but that was sort of how it always worked with them.

Groaning, he gave both himself and the Doctor a minute to adjust before he slowly started to move his hips once more.

notsoperfect10 September 21 2011, 20:23:57 UTC

The Doctor needed more than a minute to adjust. He needed a few more life times! Drawing long, thin limbs inward, he nonetheless never told the Mast to stop, never tried to get him to stop, and though laying back and thinking of bananas and kittens didn't work -- ice cream? Almost! -- the sting of the Master's kiss calmed him enough to give in.

So again, the Master hadn't won. The Doctor let him. He poised a foot against the bed, resilient Time Lord's body quite able to take the extra stress as he fiddled around with the angle.

It didn't bother to come until the Master started pretending he was a bit of meat again, but there! There! A little burst of heat and the Doctor whimpered madly for more.

iehcsok September 21 2011, 20:38:27 UTC

The Master thrusted and rutted against the Doctor eagerly, displaying his dominance in a rather awkward and odd manner. He didn't even understand his own logic behind this but it was happening and that was that. It was all about control, regaining it and controlling it. If he didn't get to be in control then he got very paranoid and that was the last thing he wanted.

And no matter how the Doctors logic worked, the Masters logic worked differently.

The Master didn't stop till the Doctor started whimpering and his full display of power worked. Then and only then did the Master start to reach his peak. It didn't take much really, just that display of power.

And that was pretty much that, with a shudder and an awkward almost loving kiss, he came.

notsoperfect10 September 21 2011, 20:55:33 UTC

The Doctor gently stroked the back of the Master's hair, down by the nape of his neck, and lightly nipped and kissed the mouth so long as it stayed in place. He didn't need to orgasm as well, he didn't care that much for physical pleasure, but he had enjoyed this moment with the Master.

Perhaps it would calm him down. Make him see reason. Make something from this bloody mess. The Valiant could be reined in. Jack could be released--

The Doctor smiled up at the Master breathing hard, lips bright cherry red. He felt rather satisfied actually.

iehcsok September 21 2011, 21:08:51 UTC

The Master remained contently slumped against the Doctor, fall asleep and a bit blissed out. He wanted to sleep but he didn't trust what would happen if he did. Rolling off the other Time Lord, he lay on his back and forced his face back to neutral. Why should he give away what he liked and what he didn't? It didn't seem right.

"Doctor, you can leave. Get out."

Burying his head in the pillow, he lazily closed one eye and kept the other open, watching at the side to make sure the Doctor needed left him. Because no, he had not calmed and no, they weren't going to discuss anything or reason together.

The Master had what he wanted. End of.

notsoperfect10 September 21 2011, 21:51:11 UTC

The Doctor was confused. Even as he stood in the hallway with his trousers in his hand and shirt unbuttoned, he couldn't help but blink around and rub the back of his neck. "Right then--"

"Your sonic screwdriver, Doctor."

Voice? Oh, Lucy. The Doctor half smiled at her, rolling just one shoulder before limping passed. "I think I'll--"

Okay, there was a gun! He handed it over with a sigh. "He doesn't really care, you know," Lucy said and the Doctor blinked at her.

He didn't quite understand jealousy of this sort. He and the Master were the last. Why would Lucy mind?

iehcsok September 21 2011, 22:02:40 UTC

Lucy was in quite a sulk when she finally got in, passing the sonic to the Master. Or more throwing it at the sleeping Master, he flinched and fumbled, tossing the bloody thing on the floor with a small noise of annoyance. He was sweaty, sticky and too lazy to shower. And Lucy got the pleasure of sleeping by him.

The Master didn't emerge the next day, he let his crew handle clean up and restrain the prisoners.

When the Master finally did come back out, it was the Friday of the end of the week and he was admittedly in the mood to play once more. The Doctor had been left cuffed and ignored in the Valiant control room and when the Master did turn up, he finally had food.

Unbuttered toast anyone?

notsoperfect10 September 21 2011, 22:30:17 UTC

The Doctor was not human but that didn't mean that he couldn't feel. Two days alone, unshowered, raw, smelling like sex and sweat and trying to hold onto the feeling of that kiss that had electrified both of his hearts, had done strange things to his mind.

He lifted his head slowly, eyes moving from the Master's feet to his knees and hips and chest and finally his face, but only after he'd taken in the rest of him.

Lucy spit in his face that morning. The guards ignored him. His arms hurt and he really could use a bit of water. He doubted he'd get it.

"Ah, breakfast. No thank you."

iehcsok September 21 2011, 22:47:20 UTC

The Master set the plate down by the Doctor and set a glass of orange juice beside it. What? He could be nice - to an extent. Sitting on the edge of the steps a safe distance from the Doctor, he looked him up and down before rolling his eyes. He'd get someone to hose him down later.

"Are you bored yet?"

The Master was. He always was. He had about a week of being happy before he got rather fed up and had to find something to amuse himself with. Usually it had something to do with the Doctor in someways.

"Amuse me."

notsoperfect10 September 21 2011, 22:51:04 UTC

Oh! Orange juice! Lovely!

The Doctor hadn't eaten anything proper in weeks so yes, he indulged. Even if that made him out to be a bit of a bad guy with no moral standings. Well, what was he meant to do otherwise? Let it go to waste? He could convert the sugar into more energy and--

The Doctor looked up over the rim of the cup as he slurped it down and then freed to mouth to say: "Sorry? Amuse you? You'd you like me to do that, then? Wiggle my fingers a bit?"

Evidently, he was the only one feeling anything at all about what they'd done in the Master's bed and all of the things that kiss had told him.

iehcsok September 21 2011, 23:00:16 UTC

"Don't know, not sure what I want. All my party friends left or died, Jack is mopey today and you're are boring as ever. Same old, same old. Not long till end game now, is it?" the Master asked, shrugging his shoulder somewhat before getting to his feet and dusting himself off. When the Doctor finished his food, the Master brought out his laser screwdriver, aimed and fired.

Deaging the Doctor was always fun. Down and down and down he went till his clothes pooled around him and his handcuffs slipped from his tiny wrist.

"I'll be back to play with him when I think of something. Until then, lock him away."

The Master tossed the key to a nearby guard before trekking off to track some an amusing little game to play. Catch the Martha? See how long it takes to mess with Lucys mind before she breaks? Or perhaps he could find his tennis ball?

notsoperfect10 September 21 2011, 23:18:48 UTC

Back where he started then three days ago. The Doctor gathered up his straw in the center of the cage and laid down, tiny body aching as he did so.

He didn't quite understand a lot of what was going on, just that he was sure he hadn't tasted the kiss wrongly. Why did Earth romances turn to rubbish when he needed them to work correctly? He was much too old to cry, but he could feel the dried up tear ducts sting just the same.

Today had been a worse day than yesterday. Whatever they'd done hadn't mattered.

And Lucy was still insisting on bothering him! She kicked the table, sending his cage rolling underneath. He hurt too much to do more than move the straw from his face.

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