FIC - [Doctor Who] - Ten/Simm!Master - "How Sophomoric of Them"
This one also doesn't get a special header because of how cracky it is.
[Title"] "How Sophomoric of Them"
[Author:] kyatto
[Fandom:] Doctor Who
[Pairing:] the Doctor (10)/the Master (!Simm)
[Rating:] PG-13
[Word Count:] 866
[Warnings:] pure crack, implied fetishization, the Doctor in drag (because David Tennant looks amazing in a dress, come on), general silliness
[Summary:] The Master wants to humiliate the Doctor so he puts him in drag. But the Doctor won't take this nonsense lying down.
How Sophomoric of Them
“You are ridiculous.”
“You like it,” the Master teased with a broad grin. “Admit it.”
“Never,” the Doctor shook his head. “This is completely idiotic.”
“Humiliation is all part of good punishment,” the Master replied in a condescending manner. “You have such pride, Doctor. I was hoping this would knock you down a few pegs.”
“Personally I just think this is part of some fetish of yours you don’t want me to know about,” the Doctor scoffed, rolling his eyes as he leaned back against the console.
“While it would be foolish of me to deny that you do fill it out rather well - and you’ve certainly got the legs for it - I can’t say I’ve ever been one to fancy a man in drag,” the Master shrugged one shoulder and checked some of the TARDIS’s readings.
“So what is your big plan, then?” the Doctor cocked his head to one side with a curious expression. “I suppose if you want to humiliate me you’re going to do it outside the TARDIS.”
“And what would be the point in telling you?” the Master grinned in a feral cat sort of way. “I could parade you in front of Miss Jones or that one blond girl you fancy so much. Really, Doctor? You’re no more shallow than I. Regardless, I plan on keeping you far away from the freak - he would enjoy it too much, and you’re supposed to be embarrassed.”
“I’d imagine being violated would count as embarrassment,” the other Time Lord pointed out.
“I would rather not mess up my shoes with vomit, thanks,” the Master said. “The thought of him touching you makes me sick.”
“Aw, that’s cute of you, Master,” the Doctor smirked. “Someone’s jealous.”
“Wrong on both counts,” the Master retorted quickly. “This is my project, so I get to watch what happens. And contrary to whatever you may think, I don’t partake in any voyeuristic tendencies. So if I am going to enjoy your utter humiliation I would rather do so without watching you shag.”
The Doctor went quiet for a moment, and then pouted with wide brown eyes, batting his newly-mascara-covered lashes almost flirtatiously. “Booboo.”
“Doctor.”
“Booboo.”
“Whore.”
“Booboo.”
“Must you call me that?” the Master made a face, clearly disgusted. “You sound like one of those obsessive little teenaged girlfriends from a romantic comedy. Besides, I would’ve thought you could come up with a better pet name- Not that I want one. ‘Master’ will continue to do just fine.”
“You put me in this mess,” the Doctor replied airily. “It’s only fitting I act the part to the fullest potential.”
“I never said you had to sound stupid.”
“You sure you only did this to humiliate me?” the Doctor smiled and ran a hand through his hair.
“Positive,” the Master sighed, but reached over to tug a wrinkle out of the Doctor’s dress and smooth it out over his thigh.
“That was a very subtle way of admiring my leg, Master,” the Doctor said with a chuckle.
“There was a wrinkle,” the Master frowned. “You have to look perfect.”
“You are caring way too much about my appearance right now,” the Doctor snorted. “You’re fetishizing this, just admit it.”
“No,” the Master snapped. “There is nothing desirable about you at all right now.”
“That hurt, Master,” the Doctor pouted. Though his tone was clearly joking. “Cut me deep. Broke my hearts.”
“Good.”
“Look, see?” the Doctor pointed to his chest through the dress where his hearts would be. “They’re broken. I want a divorce.”
“Now who’s being ridiculous?” the Master growled, homing in to pin the Doctor against the console.
“We’re in the TARDIS, I’m in a dress, and heels - though I’m not sure why I’d need them I’m plenty tall as it is - and women’s makeup, and you expect me to not see any humor in this at all?” the Doctor rolled his eyes, completely used to the close proximity. “I’m fighting back, Master. You know I wouldn’t take this lying down.”
“This isn’t fun for me if you’re not miserable,” the Master frowned.
“I’ll be plenty miserable - when it’s not just the two of us,” the Doctor sighed and loosely wrapped his arms around the Master’s neck. He was close enough anyway. After a moment, the Doctor looked thoughtful, then a little sad. “Do you really not find me desirable? I don’t know whether or not to be offended.”
The Master looked distant for a moment, looking somewhere behind him. Then he resumed his gaze upon the Doctor, his hands coming to settle on his waist. He made an irritated sort of grunt, rolling his eyes. “… You look ridiculous.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
“…Fine,” the Master grumbled, glaring at him. “I might find you a little desirable. But only that much.”
“Thought so,” the Doctor grinned, then leaned in to place a kiss on the Master’s lips. Because why the hell not?
And the Master surprisingly liked this. For he kissed him back, a little bit deeper, pressing firmly against him. They were Time Lords. Public humiliation could wait until after a shag. They had all the time in the universe.
FIN
There is a somewhat-related doodle!illustration. I have no regrets.
[Title"] "How Sophomoric of Them"
[Author:] kyatto
[Fandom:] Doctor Who
[Pairing:] the Doctor (10)/the Master (!Simm)
[Rating:] PG-13
[Word Count:] 866
[Warnings:] pure crack, implied fetishization, the Doctor in drag (because David Tennant looks amazing in a dress, come on), general silliness
[Summary:] The Master wants to humiliate the Doctor so he puts him in drag. But the Doctor won't take this nonsense lying down.
How Sophomoric of Them
“You are ridiculous.”
“You like it,” the Master teased with a broad grin. “Admit it.”
“Never,” the Doctor shook his head. “This is completely idiotic.”
“Humiliation is all part of good punishment,” the Master replied in a condescending manner. “You have such pride, Doctor. I was hoping this would knock you down a few pegs.”
“Personally I just think this is part of some fetish of yours you don’t want me to know about,” the Doctor scoffed, rolling his eyes as he leaned back against the console.
“While it would be foolish of me to deny that you do fill it out rather well - and you’ve certainly got the legs for it - I can’t say I’ve ever been one to fancy a man in drag,” the Master shrugged one shoulder and checked some of the TARDIS’s readings.
“So what is your big plan, then?” the Doctor cocked his head to one side with a curious expression. “I suppose if you want to humiliate me you’re going to do it outside the TARDIS.”
“And what would be the point in telling you?” the Master grinned in a feral cat sort of way. “I could parade you in front of Miss Jones or that one blond girl you fancy so much. Really, Doctor? You’re no more shallow than I. Regardless, I plan on keeping you far away from the freak - he would enjoy it too much, and you’re supposed to be embarrassed.”
“I’d imagine being violated would count as embarrassment,” the other Time Lord pointed out.
“I would rather not mess up my shoes with vomit, thanks,” the Master said. “The thought of him touching you makes me sick.”
“Aw, that’s cute of you, Master,” the Doctor smirked. “Someone’s jealous.”
“Wrong on both counts,” the Master retorted quickly. “This is my project, so I get to watch what happens. And contrary to whatever you may think, I don’t partake in any voyeuristic tendencies. So if I am going to enjoy your utter humiliation I would rather do so without watching you shag.”
The Doctor went quiet for a moment, and then pouted with wide brown eyes, batting his newly-mascara-covered lashes almost flirtatiously. “Booboo.”
“Doctor.”
“Booboo.”
“Whore.”
“Booboo.”
“Must you call me that?” the Master made a face, clearly disgusted. “You sound like one of those obsessive little teenaged girlfriends from a romantic comedy. Besides, I would’ve thought you could come up with a better pet name- Not that I want one. ‘Master’ will continue to do just fine.”
“You put me in this mess,” the Doctor replied airily. “It’s only fitting I act the part to the fullest potential.”
“I never said you had to sound stupid.”
“You sure you only did this to humiliate me?” the Doctor smiled and ran a hand through his hair.
“Positive,” the Master sighed, but reached over to tug a wrinkle out of the Doctor’s dress and smooth it out over his thigh.
“That was a very subtle way of admiring my leg, Master,” the Doctor said with a chuckle.
“There was a wrinkle,” the Master frowned. “You have to look perfect.”
“You are caring way too much about my appearance right now,” the Doctor snorted. “You’re fetishizing this, just admit it.”
“No,” the Master snapped. “There is nothing desirable about you at all right now.”
“That hurt, Master,” the Doctor pouted. Though his tone was clearly joking. “Cut me deep. Broke my hearts.”
“Good.”
“Look, see?” the Doctor pointed to his chest through the dress where his hearts would be. “They’re broken. I want a divorce.”
“Now who’s being ridiculous?” the Master growled, homing in to pin the Doctor against the console.
“We’re in the TARDIS, I’m in a dress, and heels - though I’m not sure why I’d need them I’m plenty tall as it is - and women’s makeup, and you expect me to not see any humor in this at all?” the Doctor rolled his eyes, completely used to the close proximity. “I’m fighting back, Master. You know I wouldn’t take this lying down.”
“This isn’t fun for me if you’re not miserable,” the Master frowned.
“I’ll be plenty miserable - when it’s not just the two of us,” the Doctor sighed and loosely wrapped his arms around the Master’s neck. He was close enough anyway. After a moment, the Doctor looked thoughtful, then a little sad. “Do you really not find me desirable? I don’t know whether or not to be offended.”
The Master looked distant for a moment, looking somewhere behind him. Then he resumed his gaze upon the Doctor, his hands coming to settle on his waist. He made an irritated sort of grunt, rolling his eyes. “… You look ridiculous.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
“…Fine,” the Master grumbled, glaring at him. “I might find you a little desirable. But only that much.”
“Thought so,” the Doctor grinned, then leaned in to place a kiss on the Master’s lips. Because why the hell not?
And the Master surprisingly liked this. For he kissed him back, a little bit deeper, pressing firmly against him. They were Time Lords. Public humiliation could wait until after a shag. They had all the time in the universe.
FIN
There is a somewhat-related doodle!illustration. I have no regrets.
