[fic] Someone To Care For
TITLE: Someone To Care For
AUTHOR: Fionnabair
FANDOM: Doctor Who/Life on Mars
SUMMARY: An alternative ending to Mirror Image.
RATING: NC17
WORD COUNT: 1026
EMAIL: fiandyfic@livejournal.com
AUTHOR'S NOTES: For all those sad, twisted people who wanted a happy ending in the Hookerverse. Perverts. Of course, it’s an AU of an AU of an AU, which is a record for me. Thanks to m31andy for the usual wonderful beta and the original idea.
DISCLAIMER: Doctor Who is copyright BBC. Life on Mars is copyright BBC and Kudos. All Rights Reserved. No copyright infringement is intended, and no money is being made.
Someone To Care For
Sam was reaching towards his climax, verbally urged on by Master, when he heard a strange noise. Master stiffened immediately and Sam knew no more.
He woke up to find himself sitting in a chair, still hard, hands still tied behind him, and an elegant blonde looking down at him. She held his blindfold in one hand and was stroking it with her thumb.
“He’s awake,” she called.
“Good,” said Master’s voice from outside the room and Sam shut his eyes from sheer instinct.
The blonde laughed.
“You were right,” she called and Sam felt her slim hand cup his face.
“Look at me, Sam,” she urged, and he slowly opened his eyes, terrified of the consequences of disobeying.
She ran a finger down the side of his face, red varnish and sharp nail.
“Extraordinary,” she mused. “You might as well be…”
“Lucy,” Master’s voice cut in warningly.
“Yes, Master,” she said, half teasing, half submissive.
She leaned forward and pressed a semi-chaste kiss to Sam’s lips.
“Nice to meet you, Sam Tyler,” she breathed. “I’m Lucy.”
She straddled him, sitting on his lap, and slid her arms around him.
“I hope,” she murmured, “that I’ll be seeing a lot more of you.”
Sam’s cock twitched as she leaned over him, reaching behind the chair and deftly undoing the ties around his wrists. He could smell her, feel her excitement, but all she did was stand back up, a smile twitching at her lips. She set the blindfold down beside Sam and turned to leave the room, her hips swaying gently as she walked.
“So,” said Master’s voice again. “You’ve met my Lucy, Sam. Lovely, isn’t she? I hope you’re not jealous. You’ll have no reason to be.”
Sam looked around him. There was nothing in the room apart from the chair he sat in and a small table beside it. The walls appeared to be metal, as if he was inside a shipping container.
“I’m sorry for earlier, but we were so rudely interrupted,” said Master. “And I wanted to give you time to make your choice. Time is something I can give you, Sam.”
There was a pause.
“I can take you back, Sam. Back to your life, back to the attentions of DCI Hunt and Sergeant Dobbs - I can’t change that, although I can make it a little better. Or you can stay with me and never see them again.”
Sam laughed harshly. “That’s not a choice, Master.”
“I haven’t finished, Sam. If you stay with me, you stay forever. You will be mine, totally and utterly, until the end of time.
“You know what I can be like, Sam. You have to accept that.”
There was a pause. “And one more thing, Sam. You will never see my face. Or any other face again.”
There was silence for a moment, both outside and inside the room. Then slowly Sam reached for the blindfold.
“You won’t need that,” said Master. “Shut your eyes.”
Sam obeyed and heard a door open. Calm, measured footsteps approached him and stopped, a hair’s breadth from him.
He couldn’t help the trembling that overtook him.
“Shhh, Sam,” said Master. “It’s okay. Trust me.”
Almost beyond his control, Sam stopped shaking.
“Good boy,” said Master. “Hold still. This may sting.”
A gentle hand cupped his face and held it steady. Sam saw two flares of light, but felt nothing.
“There,” said Master. “Open your eyes.”
Sam hesitated, and Master repeated the order, an edge in his voice.
He opened his eyes. The room around him glowed gently in muted shades of grey. A figure stood in front of him, outlined in red.
“Master?” he asked hesitantly.
The figure leaned forward and kissed him, passionately, possessively.
“Oh, Sam,” it breathed in Master’s voice. “I never thought you would… could.”
Strong arms pulled him up from the chair and wrapped around him.
“Sam,” sighed Master.
Sam felt liberated and he laughed as he leaned forward and kissed Master.
“Master,” he said.
He sank to his knees, his hands following down Master’s body.
“Master,” he repeated.
Master followed him down, grasping Sam’s hands, laying him out on his back.
“And we were so rudely interrupted before,” he said. “I hope you don’t mind.”
He kissed Sam, long and lingeringly, his tongue exploring every inch of Sam’s mouth. Sam moaned.
“Please, Master,” he begged.
A moment later, Master had pushed Sam’s legs apart and was slowly pressing inside.
“Is it good, Sam?” he asked. “Is it what you wanted?”
Sam wrapped his legs around Master’s waist and pushed back, trying desperately to take him in deeper. He kept his eyes open, only able to see the shadowy figure, but more than he had seen before, every sense aflame with desire and passion.
“More, please, Master,” he urged, and Master responded, pulling up one of Sam’s legs and pounding into him, fast and urgent, driving Sam towards his climax. He clutched Master to him when he came, holding on, feeling the shudders run through Master’s body as he followed Sam over the brink.
There was a brief noise beside them and Sam automatically turned his head, forgetting he couldn’t see. But he could see - a figure, warmer than that of Master, standing a little away.
“Lucy,” said Master. “Like what you see?”
“Oh, yes,” she purred and moved closer. Master pulled out of Sam carefully and turned to her as she knelt down beside him. Sam lay on his back and watched the two shadows touch, clearly kissing, dark red and warmer orange red. Then the brighter figure bent down, as the darker one stood, and he was gently kissed by Lucy.
“Welcome, Sam,” she said, and he could feel her smile. “Come with me and I’ll show you around.”
She stood up and took his hand, helping him stand. The Master had already left the room.
“I hope you like it here,” she said.
As he followed her from the room, holding her hand tightly, still naked, his semen drying on his stomach, Sam didn’t worry about anything in this new world of near darkness.
He knew that finally he was home.
AUTHOR: Fionnabair
FANDOM: Doctor Who/Life on Mars
SUMMARY: An alternative ending to Mirror Image.
RATING: NC17
WORD COUNT: 1026
EMAIL: fiandyfic@livejournal.com
AUTHOR'S NOTES: For all those sad, twisted people who wanted a happy ending in the Hookerverse. Perverts. Of course, it’s an AU of an AU of an AU, which is a record for me. Thanks to m31andy for the usual wonderful beta and the original idea.
DISCLAIMER: Doctor Who is copyright BBC. Life on Mars is copyright BBC and Kudos. All Rights Reserved. No copyright infringement is intended, and no money is being made.
Someone To Care For
Sam was reaching towards his climax, verbally urged on by Master, when he heard a strange noise. Master stiffened immediately and Sam knew no more.
He woke up to find himself sitting in a chair, still hard, hands still tied behind him, and an elegant blonde looking down at him. She held his blindfold in one hand and was stroking it with her thumb.
“He’s awake,” she called.
“Good,” said Master’s voice from outside the room and Sam shut his eyes from sheer instinct.
The blonde laughed.
“You were right,” she called and Sam felt her slim hand cup his face.
“Look at me, Sam,” she urged, and he slowly opened his eyes, terrified of the consequences of disobeying.
She ran a finger down the side of his face, red varnish and sharp nail.
“Extraordinary,” she mused. “You might as well be…”
“Lucy,” Master’s voice cut in warningly.
“Yes, Master,” she said, half teasing, half submissive.
She leaned forward and pressed a semi-chaste kiss to Sam’s lips.
“Nice to meet you, Sam Tyler,” she breathed. “I’m Lucy.”
She straddled him, sitting on his lap, and slid her arms around him.
“I hope,” she murmured, “that I’ll be seeing a lot more of you.”
Sam’s cock twitched as she leaned over him, reaching behind the chair and deftly undoing the ties around his wrists. He could smell her, feel her excitement, but all she did was stand back up, a smile twitching at her lips. She set the blindfold down beside Sam and turned to leave the room, her hips swaying gently as she walked.
“So,” said Master’s voice again. “You’ve met my Lucy, Sam. Lovely, isn’t she? I hope you’re not jealous. You’ll have no reason to be.”
Sam looked around him. There was nothing in the room apart from the chair he sat in and a small table beside it. The walls appeared to be metal, as if he was inside a shipping container.
“I’m sorry for earlier, but we were so rudely interrupted,” said Master. “And I wanted to give you time to make your choice. Time is something I can give you, Sam.”
There was a pause.
“I can take you back, Sam. Back to your life, back to the attentions of DCI Hunt and Sergeant Dobbs - I can’t change that, although I can make it a little better. Or you can stay with me and never see them again.”
Sam laughed harshly. “That’s not a choice, Master.”
“I haven’t finished, Sam. If you stay with me, you stay forever. You will be mine, totally and utterly, until the end of time.
“You know what I can be like, Sam. You have to accept that.”
There was a pause. “And one more thing, Sam. You will never see my face. Or any other face again.”
There was silence for a moment, both outside and inside the room. Then slowly Sam reached for the blindfold.
“You won’t need that,” said Master. “Shut your eyes.”
Sam obeyed and heard a door open. Calm, measured footsteps approached him and stopped, a hair’s breadth from him.
He couldn’t help the trembling that overtook him.
“Shhh, Sam,” said Master. “It’s okay. Trust me.”
Almost beyond his control, Sam stopped shaking.
“Good boy,” said Master. “Hold still. This may sting.”
A gentle hand cupped his face and held it steady. Sam saw two flares of light, but felt nothing.
“There,” said Master. “Open your eyes.”
Sam hesitated, and Master repeated the order, an edge in his voice.
He opened his eyes. The room around him glowed gently in muted shades of grey. A figure stood in front of him, outlined in red.
“Master?” he asked hesitantly.
The figure leaned forward and kissed him, passionately, possessively.
“Oh, Sam,” it breathed in Master’s voice. “I never thought you would… could.”
Strong arms pulled him up from the chair and wrapped around him.
“Sam,” sighed Master.
Sam felt liberated and he laughed as he leaned forward and kissed Master.
“Master,” he said.
He sank to his knees, his hands following down Master’s body.
“Master,” he repeated.
Master followed him down, grasping Sam’s hands, laying him out on his back.
“And we were so rudely interrupted before,” he said. “I hope you don’t mind.”
He kissed Sam, long and lingeringly, his tongue exploring every inch of Sam’s mouth. Sam moaned.
“Please, Master,” he begged.
A moment later, Master had pushed Sam’s legs apart and was slowly pressing inside.
“Is it good, Sam?” he asked. “Is it what you wanted?”
Sam wrapped his legs around Master’s waist and pushed back, trying desperately to take him in deeper. He kept his eyes open, only able to see the shadowy figure, but more than he had seen before, every sense aflame with desire and passion.
“More, please, Master,” he urged, and Master responded, pulling up one of Sam’s legs and pounding into him, fast and urgent, driving Sam towards his climax. He clutched Master to him when he came, holding on, feeling the shudders run through Master’s body as he followed Sam over the brink.
There was a brief noise beside them and Sam automatically turned his head, forgetting he couldn’t see. But he could see - a figure, warmer than that of Master, standing a little away.
“Lucy,” said Master. “Like what you see?”
“Oh, yes,” she purred and moved closer. Master pulled out of Sam carefully and turned to her as she knelt down beside him. Sam lay on his back and watched the two shadows touch, clearly kissing, dark red and warmer orange red. Then the brighter figure bent down, as the darker one stood, and he was gently kissed by Lucy.
“Welcome, Sam,” she said, and he could feel her smile. “Come with me and I’ll show you around.”
She stood up and took his hand, helping him stand. The Master had already left the room.
“I hope you like it here,” she said.
As he followed her from the room, holding her hand tightly, still naked, his semen drying on his stomach, Sam didn’t worry about anything in this new world of near darkness.
He knew that finally he was home.