Pas de Deux (Ten/Simm!Master, NC-17)
Title: Pas de Deux
Author: von_gelmini
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Ten/Simm!Master
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 466
Warnings: explicit sex
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. I am not writing this for profit.
Written for SciFiLand’s Gift Giving challenge.
Pas de Deux
“Must you always?”
“I’d hate to disappoint you.”
“Just once would be nice.”
“You’re just saying that. You’d miss it.”
“No. I wouldn’t.”
“Yes. You would.”
He pauses. “Yes, I would.”
He smiles. “I know.”
“Bastard.”
“Meaningless Earth word. Both my parents were married when I was loomed.”
“You know quite well the meaning I meant.”
He laughs. “Yes, I do.”
“Well here I am.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Are you going to stop now?”
“What would be the fun of that?”
“You only do these things to provoke me.”
“Do I?”
“Yes, you do.”
“Perhaps I just crave power and dominion over lesser species?”
“You could give two shits about lesser species.”
“Tsk tsk, language!”
He rolls his eyes. “I’m here. Let them go.”
“Very well.”
“You could try something different next time. Don’t you ever get bored?”
“Why mess with what works?”
“I won’t come next time.”
“You’ll come every time.” He wriggles his eyebrows suggestively.
“Not if all you’re going to do is talk me to death.”
“Oh, I thought you were bored with me?”
“I am.”
“Lying doesn’t suit you.”
“These games don’t suit you.”
“Of course they do. It’s all a game, really.”
“Not to your victims.”
“Oh who cares about them! You? Hah! I wasn’t born yesterday.”
“Hardly.”
“Yes, well, you’re getting long in the tooth yourself.”
“But looking good.”
He smiles again. “You are that.” He steps nearer.
“You’re not bad this time around either. Still short, though.”
“Still sanctimonious and over-fond of your own voice, though.” He presses himself along his body.
“Um…”
“Yes?” Eyes all innocent.
“You…”
“Oh yes. Me.”
“It would be easier if you undid the handcuffs.”
“Easier for whom?” He stands on tip-toe, his lips a fraction away.
“I could do more…”
“Exactly.”
“Oh.”
“Yes. Oh.” He kisses him lightly.
“But don’t you want…”
“I do. And I will.” He unties his tie and loosens his shirt.
“Well you could undress me easier at least.”
He shrugs. “You’ll be undressed enough.”
“Um…”
“Quit it.”
“Quit what?”
He reaches his hand into his trousers and makes him moan. “Quit thinking.”
“But…”
He squeezes just a little. “I mean it.” He thumbs the head of his cock.
“Oh!”
“Now where would we be if I’d left the Artralians to their own devices, eh?”
“Unf!” He bucks his hips into the teasing hand.
“Their sacrifice was good for something. It brought you to me.”
“You could’ve just called.”
He presses his lips to his for another kiss. “Would you have answered?”
“Probably not.”
“There you go then.” He pushes his trousers to the floor.
“Seriously, this would be much easier without the handcuffs.”
“You complain more than…”
He leans forward and kisses him. “Will you shut up and fuck me already.”
He smiles. “Well, Doctor, if you insist…”
Author: von_gelmini
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Ten/Simm!Master
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 466
Warnings: explicit sex
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. I am not writing this for profit.
Written for SciFiLand’s Gift Giving challenge.
Pas de Deux
“Must you always?”
“I’d hate to disappoint you.”
“Just once would be nice.”
“You’re just saying that. You’d miss it.”
“No. I wouldn’t.”
“Yes. You would.”
He pauses. “Yes, I would.”
He smiles. “I know.”
“Bastard.”
“Meaningless Earth word. Both my parents were married when I was loomed.”
“You know quite well the meaning I meant.”
He laughs. “Yes, I do.”
“Well here I am.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Are you going to stop now?”
“What would be the fun of that?”
“You only do these things to provoke me.”
“Do I?”
“Yes, you do.”
“Perhaps I just crave power and dominion over lesser species?”
“You could give two shits about lesser species.”
“Tsk tsk, language!”
He rolls his eyes. “I’m here. Let them go.”
“Very well.”
“You could try something different next time. Don’t you ever get bored?”
“Why mess with what works?”
“I won’t come next time.”
“You’ll come every time.” He wriggles his eyebrows suggestively.
“Not if all you’re going to do is talk me to death.”
“Oh, I thought you were bored with me?”
“I am.”
“Lying doesn’t suit you.”
“These games don’t suit you.”
“Of course they do. It’s all a game, really.”
“Not to your victims.”
“Oh who cares about them! You? Hah! I wasn’t born yesterday.”
“Hardly.”
“Yes, well, you’re getting long in the tooth yourself.”
“But looking good.”
He smiles again. “You are that.” He steps nearer.
“You’re not bad this time around either. Still short, though.”
“Still sanctimonious and over-fond of your own voice, though.” He presses himself along his body.
“Um…”
“Yes?” Eyes all innocent.
“You…”
“Oh yes. Me.”
“It would be easier if you undid the handcuffs.”
“Easier for whom?” He stands on tip-toe, his lips a fraction away.
“I could do more…”
“Exactly.”
“Oh.”
“Yes. Oh.” He kisses him lightly.
“But don’t you want…”
“I do. And I will.” He unties his tie and loosens his shirt.
“Well you could undress me easier at least.”
He shrugs. “You’ll be undressed enough.”
“Um…”
“Quit it.”
“Quit what?”
He reaches his hand into his trousers and makes him moan. “Quit thinking.”
“But…”
He squeezes just a little. “I mean it.” He thumbs the head of his cock.
“Oh!”
“Now where would we be if I’d left the Artralians to their own devices, eh?”
“Unf!” He bucks his hips into the teasing hand.
“Their sacrifice was good for something. It brought you to me.”
“You could’ve just called.”
He presses his lips to his for another kiss. “Would you have answered?”
“Probably not.”
“There you go then.” He pushes his trousers to the floor.
“Seriously, this would be much easier without the handcuffs.”
“You complain more than…”
He leans forward and kisses him. “Will you shut up and fuck me already.”
He smiles. “Well, Doctor, if you insist…”