Pic: Tabula Rasa (Ten, implied Ten/Master, PG) crossposted
Ten. Chained up. On the Valiant or on the TARDIS, doesn't matter. All that matters is that it's the Master who has chained him. And has started to slowly strip him. This would be a mental snapshot of the Master's, the view he takes in, savouring the fresh canvas of the Doctor's body before he paints it with welts, cuts and bruises. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the cliche week continues (and fuckit, those things have become cliches because they're so true, right? Right)!
And it goes without saying that Ten loves it, the slag. Just leaning back in his chains, drunk on the touches he's received and buzzing in anticipation of the touches to come.
And they both know it.
And it goes without saying that Ten loves it, the slag. Just leaning back in his chains, drunk on the touches he's received and buzzing in anticipation of the touches to come.
And they both know it.