Before Sunset (4/?)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: AU!Master/Doctor (10)
Warning: Extremely shady consent.
Summary: Jack is persistent and flirty. And paying for dinner. The Doctor is enjoying himself and the Master isn't jealous at all. In fact, the word 'possessive' isn't even part of his vocabulary.
Note: This chapter is dedicated to eryaforsthye. At least the first two thirds are. Not sure if she wants the last bit.
If the human noticed the look of surprise - or rather shock - running over their faces he didn’t show. For the first time his eyes left the Doctor to look at the man standing behind him. What he saw seemed to please him - the Master wasn’t surprised, he knew he was impressive - but his attention wandered back to the Doctor soon enough.
The Master growled.
“Are you going somewhere?” Jack asked. He didn’t know who they were. They wouldn’t meet for another few years.
How amusing.
“Yes,” the Master answered before the Doctor could say anything. “We’re in a hurry.”
The Doctor didn’t correct him. He knew better than to make things more complicated by having an ongoing conversation with someone he hadn’t yet met.
“Down at the harbour?” Jack wanted to know. Apparently that was where this street led. Indeed the Master could smell the sea.
“Yes,” he said again.
“Well, bad luck,” Jack said with a shrug and a glance at the Doctor that said he didn’t think it so bad at all. “This road is blocked. But I can show you how to get there if you want. You’re not from around here, are you?”
“No, we’ve come for the party,” the Master answered with a grave voice and a dark look. Jack laughed.
“You two are an item?” he wanted to know. The Master needed a moment to get what he was talking about.
“No!” he made clear, but tightened his hold on the Doctor’s shoulders. Jack noticed. As did the Doctor. He sighed.
“We really have no time to waste”, he said apologetically. “Nice talking to you, but we have to go.”
“What’s the hurry?” Jack didn’t seem at all interested in letting them get away that easily. And the Master hadn’t thought that far ahead. Before he could come up with an answer - it would have come down to something like ‘None of your business!’ - the Doctor said:
“My friend here - and I mean ‘friend’ in a strictly platonic way - is whining all the time how hungry he is. So we’re searching for a restaurant to satisfy his needs.”
The Master wondered if he stood too close for a good kick in the Doctor’s ass. At Jack he smiled sweetly. And Jack, who obviously also wanted to satisfy his needs, raised his eyebrows.
“I’m afraid you will have a hard time finding anything in this city. All the restaurants would be full.”
“That’s what I said,” the Doctor nodded. “But he kept nagging and nagging - ouch.”
The Master smirked. The Doctor wriggled out of his grip.
“Well, you’re lucky!” Jack suddenly exclaimed. “I was actually looking for food myself. I know just the place, close to the hotel I’m staying at. It’s nearby but far enough from the festivities. I’ll show you.”
“That’s very generous of you…” the Doctor began, and stopped resigned when Captain Jack - I’m - going - to - get - into - your - pants - no - matter - the - cost - Harkness took his arm and led him through the crowd. The Master could only trail behind.
The band continued playing and suddenly, when there was some space around them, the importunate human pulled the Doctor against him and started to dance.
The Doctor let himself be pulled along for a moment.
“Aren’t going a bit too fast for a first date?” the Master could hear him say, just before there was a subtle change of pace and the Doctor took lead.
Jack didn’t seem bothered by that. If anything he looked even more intrigued.
The Master considered shooting him from a distance.
“If I may interrupt”, he said sweetly, stopping them in mid-step. “I’m really starving.” He glared at the Doctor, who answered with an amused smirk. He was enjoying himself a bit too much for the Master’s liking.
Five minutes later they were sitting in a small, cosy restaurant that was far from empty but still had a table for them. Jack left to order dinner at the counter.
“Are you aware he wants to get into your pants?” the Master whispered to the Doctor while he was gone. The Doctor shrugged, unconcerned.
“It’s Jack. He wants into everyone’s pants.”
“Especially in yours.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“He’s actually quite hopeful. And why wouldn’t he be, after you’ve flirted with him all the time?”
“We haven’t flirted.”
“Doctor, he’s been drooling all over you ever since you ran into him. You’ve been dancing, closely, talking about dates. That’s called flirting.”
“He acts that way towards everyone. It doesn’t mean he’s expecting something to come out of it.”
The Master rolled his eyes. Sometimes his dear friend was so clueless it hurt.
“He wants to shag you,” he said matter-of-factly. “The question is: Are you going to let him?”
Now the Doctor looked genuinely surprised.
“Why would I?”
Until now the Master wouldn’t have thought it possible to roll ones eyes with a vague feeling of relief.
“Anyway,” the Doctor changed the topic. “You forgot to tell me why we have co…”
He was interrupted by Jack returning to their table. The Master suspected he’d taken a bit longer since he had to flirt with the guy at the counter first. Which was a computer, but in his experience for Jack it was flirtable as long as it could talk.
At least he didn’t shag it. That would have been disgusting.
Bad mental image!
The Master shuddered.
“I just noticed I haven’t introduced myself yet,” Jack suddenly said, offering his hand. To the Doctor. “I’m Fred.”
The Master nearly bust out laughing. The Doctor for his part closed his eyes.
“Your name,” he said very slowly, “is not Fred.”
Jack actually had the decency to look a bit embarrassed.
“What makes you think that?”
“You don’t look like a Fred,” the Master explained helpfully. “I don’t know… I would expect a Fred to be a bit more… blonde.”
He wasn’t sure at all the Doctor’s foot had been placed on his by accident.
“Well, you’re right,” Jack admitted. “Sorry about that, force of habit. My name’s Bill.”
“As in Kill Bill?” the Master asked innocently. This time knew the Doctor was stepping on his foot on purpose. But Jack only grinned. And frowned at the same time. A man of many talents.
“I wouldn’t have expected you to know a film from two-hundred years ago.”
“Why not? You do know it as well, after all.” The Doctor finally took the offered hand and shook it. “I’m the Doctor.”
“’The Doctor’?”
“Yes.”
“You’re only giving me your title?” Jack pouted. He had yet to let go of the Doctor’s hand. The Doctor gave him a thin smile not entirely without humour.
“Your point being, Bill?”
“… And you are?” Jack looked at the Master. Who looked back.
“That’s Harry,” the Doctor helped. “He’s a politician. Well, was. His political way was a bit aggressive and now he’s on the run from the press - and the police. Please don’t tell anyone.”
“I take it you’re not from around here either,” the Master interrupted, addressing the human. “So where are you from?”
“Toulouse,” Jack answered without blinking.
“Oh!” the Doctor exclaimed. “I knew someone from Toulouse once. Well, he was at least as much from Toulouse as you are.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jack wanted to know, but the Doctor ignored him.
“He didn’t give me a refund,” he remembered with a frown. Jack looked slightly confused for a moment.
The Doctor had that effect on people.
“Where are you from?” Jack wanted to know, and the Master told him something about England when someone came to bring their food. Jack and the Master both had ordered a giant steak and chips, while the Doctor merely got salad and bread.
“You’re alright?” Jack enquired. “You look a bit pale.”
“It’s been a long trip, I’m just tired,” the Doctor reassured him. “Besides, I’m a light eater.”
“I can see that. You’re pretty skinny.”
“You don’t seem to mind, though,” the Master mumbled. Louder he said: “Why did you come here?”
Jack shrugged.
“It’s a damn big party. Get drunk, get laid, get away in the morning.”
“Welcome in the life of a simple man,” the Doctor laughed. Jack nodded.
“That’s me. Simple.”
“I’m afraid you’re treating the wrong people for dinner, though,” the Doctor continued. “We’re not interested in getting laid.”
‘Speak for yourself,’ the Master thought. He, personally, wouldn’t mind a good shag. Just not with Jack.
“Who said I was treating you?”
“Who said we had any money?” The Doctor stole a few of the Master’s chips. Jack watched him, no way of telling what he was thinking except the obvious. This was all a waste of time, but the steak was good, and the Master had indeed been hungry.
Besides. If this was during Jack’s time agent days he certainly hadn’t come here for fun. Maybe there was a way to use him after all.
“Do you have a place to stay?” Jack asked later, when they were stepping out into the street again. By then it was totally dark and the noise had gotten even louder. The Master saw the Doctor grimacing. He probably had a headache. Well, his own fault for coming with him.
“Not yet,” the Master admitted, gaining a surprised and suspicious look from his old friend. “Know any place where they still have rooms?”
“Don’t think there is any,” Jack said happily. “But I have a very large suite, three rooms and an extra bed. You can stay with me.”
“He’s not going to sleep with you,” the Master pointed out. Jack sighed.
“Are you?” He eyed the Master hopefully.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“A pity. The offer still stands.”
“Then we take it. As the Doctor said, we don’t have any money.”
The Doctor looked like he wanted to say a lot more. Fortunately he didn’t.
Reminding the human that his friend was tired the Master insisted on going to the hotel shortly after. The crowd had grown but he wasn’t at all sure Jack only took the Doctor’s hand to keep him from getting lost.
No-one seemed to care if the Master got lost. Which wasn’t his intention, but that wasn’t the point.
“Your hand is very cold,” Jack pointed out. The Doctor smiled broadly.
“I’m an alien,” he stated cheerfully. Sometimes the Master wanted to throttle him. This wasn’t exactly alien-era-Earth yet.
“Seriously?” Jack didn’t seem at all surprised, thinking it a joke, or rather pretending to think it a joke. “And Harry?”
“He’s an alien too. But his hands aren’t cold.”
“He’s a different kind of alien then?”
“In a manner of speaking.”
“So, you’re planning an invasion?”
“I’m not. I wouldn’t speak for him though.” The Doctor glanced at the Master in a way that said: Are you?
“I’m not interested in this primitive piece of space-rubble,” the Master snorted.
“That’s not what you said last time.”
Jack sighed.
“Admit it,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “You’re married.”
-
The room Jack gave them was large and had a separate bathroom. The human left shortly after letting them in, probably looking for sex somewhere else. The Master didn’t miss him.
“He’s annoying!” he made his opinion known.
“So are you. Good match.” The Doctor left for the shower, ignoring the dirty look the Master gave him.
Of course there were hidden cameras in the room. By the time the Doctor came back the Master had found and disabled them. The Doctor added one more to his collection, so small it was hardly visible - fifty-first century technology.
A camera in the bathroom. How very Jack.
“We should have gone back to the TARDIS.” The Doctor looked at him seriously and slightly pissed. “This situation has a great potential for disaster.”
“I was wondering,” the Master agreed, “did he ever mention this to you later? He must have recognized you after you regenerated.”
The Doctor shook his head.
“He’s lost two years of memories. This must be among them.”
“Hm. Think we’ll have anything to do with it?”
“I hope not.” The Doctor shuddered. “It’ll ruin his life.”
The Master smirked. “How promising.”
“He’s a time agent,” the Doctor said darkly. “And we are time travellers. You can’t tell me he bumped into us by accident.”
“No, he was probably looking out for us.”
“And you had nothing better to do than to get us into his hotel suite!” The Doctor sounded quite pissed now.
“Clever of me, wasn’t it?”
“Not at all. So what’s your plan? Did you know he was here?”
“No.” The Master sighed, wondering what to say. The Doctor sat on the edge of the large bed, dressed in a bath robe, his hair ruffled and damp. He did look a bit exhausted.
He was also half naked and wet.
“The TARDIS has detected time travel in this area and I wanted to see what was going on. That’s all.” The Doctor didn’t believe him, didn’t even want to believe him. The Master could see it in his eyes. Something important had been broken a long time ago. He still didn’t know if he should regret it.
He decided to change the topic before the Doctor could ask another question. With some luck he would feel like shit tomorrow and the Master could leave him behind to realize his plan. He wouldn’t actually need Jack’s help for that but it would speed things up.
“Think he knows who we are?”
“I doubt it. Until we met in 1941 he thought Time Lords were a legend.” The Doctor rubbed his eyes. “He probably just thinks us an endangerment for the history of Earth. Or time tourists.”
Tomorrow would be fun. Jack pretended not to know they were time travellers while they pretended not to know he was a time agent. Also they pretended not to know that he knew they were time travellers. The question was: Did Jack know that they knew he was a time agent?
“He still wants to fuck you.”
The Doctor flinched a little at the word. “He’s not going to,” he said with certainty. “I’m not going to let him and he knows the meaning of the word No. Stop acting like a jealous child!” He sounded irritated.
The Master didn’t bother with a verbal answer. Instead he stood before the Doctor, took hold of his shoulders and pushed him down onto the bed. Then he knelt over him, leaned down to kiss him.
This time the Doctor did not part his lips for him willingly. The Master could almost feel his quiet anger. For one moment it even seemed as if he would resist, push him away, but the Master didn’t give him the chance for it. He grabbed both thin wrists in one hand and pinned them above the Doctor’s head while using his free hand to push open his robe.
He’d been feeling a bit horny ever since they’d had dinner. Seeing the Doctor half naked and wet on the bed had not helped, and he indulgenced in that feeling. This was what Jack would not have, he thought as he spread the other man’s thighs without preamble, positioned himself between them and pushed inside without any preparation.
The Doctor let out a small hiss of pain. Tight and cool - a bit like fucking a corpse, the Master thought in a flash of morbid humour as he repeated the motion, pushing in a bit further. It was always a struggle to get all the way in, even if he used lubrication. Eventually something tore and the blood made it a little easier. Beneath him the Doctor squirmed, but the Master held him down. The little noises of protest and pain the Doctor made aroused him even more and tonight he had no reason to hold back. He wanted the Doctor to be a wreck in the morning, too miserable to move, and so he fucked him hard, long and repeatedly. All through the night he woke him up him again and again by brutally pounding him into the mattress, for once deliberately cruel. Eventually the Doctor did cry out in pain but the Master didn’t mind - the walls where quite thick here. Almost a pity - would have been interesting to see Jack’s face if he walked in on them. Maybe another time. The Master grinned in the dark, panting hard, his nails and teeth leaving marks on the Doctor’s skin.
By the time the sky began to change from black to dark blue the Doctor was sick with fever again and barely able to move. The Master carried him into the bathroom, took him one last time under the running shower before putting him back to bed and finally letting him sleep.
Taking a small medical scanner out of his jacket he made sure he hadn’t gone too far. Then he dropped beside the Doctor and fell asleep within seconds.
He didn’t dream.
- tbc
September 24, 2007
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: AU!Master/Doctor (10)
Warning: Extremely shady consent.
Summary: Jack is persistent and flirty. And paying for dinner. The Doctor is enjoying himself and the Master isn't jealous at all. In fact, the word 'possessive' isn't even part of his vocabulary.
Note: This chapter is dedicated to eryaforsthye. At least the first two thirds are. Not sure if she wants the last bit.
If the human noticed the look of surprise - or rather shock - running over their faces he didn’t show. For the first time his eyes left the Doctor to look at the man standing behind him. What he saw seemed to please him - the Master wasn’t surprised, he knew he was impressive - but his attention wandered back to the Doctor soon enough.
The Master growled.
“Are you going somewhere?” Jack asked. He didn’t know who they were. They wouldn’t meet for another few years.
How amusing.
“Yes,” the Master answered before the Doctor could say anything. “We’re in a hurry.”
The Doctor didn’t correct him. He knew better than to make things more complicated by having an ongoing conversation with someone he hadn’t yet met.
“Down at the harbour?” Jack wanted to know. Apparently that was where this street led. Indeed the Master could smell the sea.
“Yes,” he said again.
“Well, bad luck,” Jack said with a shrug and a glance at the Doctor that said he didn’t think it so bad at all. “This road is blocked. But I can show you how to get there if you want. You’re not from around here, are you?”
“No, we’ve come for the party,” the Master answered with a grave voice and a dark look. Jack laughed.
“You two are an item?” he wanted to know. The Master needed a moment to get what he was talking about.
“No!” he made clear, but tightened his hold on the Doctor’s shoulders. Jack noticed. As did the Doctor. He sighed.
“We really have no time to waste”, he said apologetically. “Nice talking to you, but we have to go.”
“What’s the hurry?” Jack didn’t seem at all interested in letting them get away that easily. And the Master hadn’t thought that far ahead. Before he could come up with an answer - it would have come down to something like ‘None of your business!’ - the Doctor said:
“My friend here - and I mean ‘friend’ in a strictly platonic way - is whining all the time how hungry he is. So we’re searching for a restaurant to satisfy his needs.”
The Master wondered if he stood too close for a good kick in the Doctor’s ass. At Jack he smiled sweetly. And Jack, who obviously also wanted to satisfy his needs, raised his eyebrows.
“I’m afraid you will have a hard time finding anything in this city. All the restaurants would be full.”
“That’s what I said,” the Doctor nodded. “But he kept nagging and nagging - ouch.”
The Master smirked. The Doctor wriggled out of his grip.
“Well, you’re lucky!” Jack suddenly exclaimed. “I was actually looking for food myself. I know just the place, close to the hotel I’m staying at. It’s nearby but far enough from the festivities. I’ll show you.”
“That’s very generous of you…” the Doctor began, and stopped resigned when Captain Jack - I’m - going - to - get - into - your - pants - no - matter - the - cost - Harkness took his arm and led him through the crowd. The Master could only trail behind.
The band continued playing and suddenly, when there was some space around them, the importunate human pulled the Doctor against him and started to dance.
The Doctor let himself be pulled along for a moment.
“Aren’t going a bit too fast for a first date?” the Master could hear him say, just before there was a subtle change of pace and the Doctor took lead.
Jack didn’t seem bothered by that. If anything he looked even more intrigued.
The Master considered shooting him from a distance.
“If I may interrupt”, he said sweetly, stopping them in mid-step. “I’m really starving.” He glared at the Doctor, who answered with an amused smirk. He was enjoying himself a bit too much for the Master’s liking.
Five minutes later they were sitting in a small, cosy restaurant that was far from empty but still had a table for them. Jack left to order dinner at the counter.
“Are you aware he wants to get into your pants?” the Master whispered to the Doctor while he was gone. The Doctor shrugged, unconcerned.
“It’s Jack. He wants into everyone’s pants.”
“Especially in yours.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“He’s actually quite hopeful. And why wouldn’t he be, after you’ve flirted with him all the time?”
“We haven’t flirted.”
“Doctor, he’s been drooling all over you ever since you ran into him. You’ve been dancing, closely, talking about dates. That’s called flirting.”
“He acts that way towards everyone. It doesn’t mean he’s expecting something to come out of it.”
The Master rolled his eyes. Sometimes his dear friend was so clueless it hurt.
“He wants to shag you,” he said matter-of-factly. “The question is: Are you going to let him?”
Now the Doctor looked genuinely surprised.
“Why would I?”
Until now the Master wouldn’t have thought it possible to roll ones eyes with a vague feeling of relief.
“Anyway,” the Doctor changed the topic. “You forgot to tell me why we have co…”
He was interrupted by Jack returning to their table. The Master suspected he’d taken a bit longer since he had to flirt with the guy at the counter first. Which was a computer, but in his experience for Jack it was flirtable as long as it could talk.
At least he didn’t shag it. That would have been disgusting.
Bad mental image!
The Master shuddered.
“I just noticed I haven’t introduced myself yet,” Jack suddenly said, offering his hand. To the Doctor. “I’m Fred.”
The Master nearly bust out laughing. The Doctor for his part closed his eyes.
“Your name,” he said very slowly, “is not Fred.”
Jack actually had the decency to look a bit embarrassed.
“What makes you think that?”
“You don’t look like a Fred,” the Master explained helpfully. “I don’t know… I would expect a Fred to be a bit more… blonde.”
He wasn’t sure at all the Doctor’s foot had been placed on his by accident.
“Well, you’re right,” Jack admitted. “Sorry about that, force of habit. My name’s Bill.”
“As in Kill Bill?” the Master asked innocently. This time knew the Doctor was stepping on his foot on purpose. But Jack only grinned. And frowned at the same time. A man of many talents.
“I wouldn’t have expected you to know a film from two-hundred years ago.”
“Why not? You do know it as well, after all.” The Doctor finally took the offered hand and shook it. “I’m the Doctor.”
“’The Doctor’?”
“Yes.”
“You’re only giving me your title?” Jack pouted. He had yet to let go of the Doctor’s hand. The Doctor gave him a thin smile not entirely without humour.
“Your point being, Bill?”
“… And you are?” Jack looked at the Master. Who looked back.
“That’s Harry,” the Doctor helped. “He’s a politician. Well, was. His political way was a bit aggressive and now he’s on the run from the press - and the police. Please don’t tell anyone.”
“I take it you’re not from around here either,” the Master interrupted, addressing the human. “So where are you from?”
“Toulouse,” Jack answered without blinking.
“Oh!” the Doctor exclaimed. “I knew someone from Toulouse once. Well, he was at least as much from Toulouse as you are.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jack wanted to know, but the Doctor ignored him.
“He didn’t give me a refund,” he remembered with a frown. Jack looked slightly confused for a moment.
The Doctor had that effect on people.
“Where are you from?” Jack wanted to know, and the Master told him something about England when someone came to bring their food. Jack and the Master both had ordered a giant steak and chips, while the Doctor merely got salad and bread.
“You’re alright?” Jack enquired. “You look a bit pale.”
“It’s been a long trip, I’m just tired,” the Doctor reassured him. “Besides, I’m a light eater.”
“I can see that. You’re pretty skinny.”
“You don’t seem to mind, though,” the Master mumbled. Louder he said: “Why did you come here?”
Jack shrugged.
“It’s a damn big party. Get drunk, get laid, get away in the morning.”
“Welcome in the life of a simple man,” the Doctor laughed. Jack nodded.
“That’s me. Simple.”
“I’m afraid you’re treating the wrong people for dinner, though,” the Doctor continued. “We’re not interested in getting laid.”
‘Speak for yourself,’ the Master thought. He, personally, wouldn’t mind a good shag. Just not with Jack.
“Who said I was treating you?”
“Who said we had any money?” The Doctor stole a few of the Master’s chips. Jack watched him, no way of telling what he was thinking except the obvious. This was all a waste of time, but the steak was good, and the Master had indeed been hungry.
Besides. If this was during Jack’s time agent days he certainly hadn’t come here for fun. Maybe there was a way to use him after all.
“Do you have a place to stay?” Jack asked later, when they were stepping out into the street again. By then it was totally dark and the noise had gotten even louder. The Master saw the Doctor grimacing. He probably had a headache. Well, his own fault for coming with him.
“Not yet,” the Master admitted, gaining a surprised and suspicious look from his old friend. “Know any place where they still have rooms?”
“Don’t think there is any,” Jack said happily. “But I have a very large suite, three rooms and an extra bed. You can stay with me.”
“He’s not going to sleep with you,” the Master pointed out. Jack sighed.
“Are you?” He eyed the Master hopefully.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“A pity. The offer still stands.”
“Then we take it. As the Doctor said, we don’t have any money.”
The Doctor looked like he wanted to say a lot more. Fortunately he didn’t.
Reminding the human that his friend was tired the Master insisted on going to the hotel shortly after. The crowd had grown but he wasn’t at all sure Jack only took the Doctor’s hand to keep him from getting lost.
No-one seemed to care if the Master got lost. Which wasn’t his intention, but that wasn’t the point.
“Your hand is very cold,” Jack pointed out. The Doctor smiled broadly.
“I’m an alien,” he stated cheerfully. Sometimes the Master wanted to throttle him. This wasn’t exactly alien-era-Earth yet.
“Seriously?” Jack didn’t seem at all surprised, thinking it a joke, or rather pretending to think it a joke. “And Harry?”
“He’s an alien too. But his hands aren’t cold.”
“He’s a different kind of alien then?”
“In a manner of speaking.”
“So, you’re planning an invasion?”
“I’m not. I wouldn’t speak for him though.” The Doctor glanced at the Master in a way that said: Are you?
“I’m not interested in this primitive piece of space-rubble,” the Master snorted.
“That’s not what you said last time.”
Jack sighed.
“Admit it,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “You’re married.”
-
The room Jack gave them was large and had a separate bathroom. The human left shortly after letting them in, probably looking for sex somewhere else. The Master didn’t miss him.
“He’s annoying!” he made his opinion known.
“So are you. Good match.” The Doctor left for the shower, ignoring the dirty look the Master gave him.
Of course there were hidden cameras in the room. By the time the Doctor came back the Master had found and disabled them. The Doctor added one more to his collection, so small it was hardly visible - fifty-first century technology.
A camera in the bathroom. How very Jack.
“We should have gone back to the TARDIS.” The Doctor looked at him seriously and slightly pissed. “This situation has a great potential for disaster.”
“I was wondering,” the Master agreed, “did he ever mention this to you later? He must have recognized you after you regenerated.”
The Doctor shook his head.
“He’s lost two years of memories. This must be among them.”
“Hm. Think we’ll have anything to do with it?”
“I hope not.” The Doctor shuddered. “It’ll ruin his life.”
The Master smirked. “How promising.”
“He’s a time agent,” the Doctor said darkly. “And we are time travellers. You can’t tell me he bumped into us by accident.”
“No, he was probably looking out for us.”
“And you had nothing better to do than to get us into his hotel suite!” The Doctor sounded quite pissed now.
“Clever of me, wasn’t it?”
“Not at all. So what’s your plan? Did you know he was here?”
“No.” The Master sighed, wondering what to say. The Doctor sat on the edge of the large bed, dressed in a bath robe, his hair ruffled and damp. He did look a bit exhausted.
He was also half naked and wet.
“The TARDIS has detected time travel in this area and I wanted to see what was going on. That’s all.” The Doctor didn’t believe him, didn’t even want to believe him. The Master could see it in his eyes. Something important had been broken a long time ago. He still didn’t know if he should regret it.
He decided to change the topic before the Doctor could ask another question. With some luck he would feel like shit tomorrow and the Master could leave him behind to realize his plan. He wouldn’t actually need Jack’s help for that but it would speed things up.
“Think he knows who we are?”
“I doubt it. Until we met in 1941 he thought Time Lords were a legend.” The Doctor rubbed his eyes. “He probably just thinks us an endangerment for the history of Earth. Or time tourists.”
Tomorrow would be fun. Jack pretended not to know they were time travellers while they pretended not to know he was a time agent. Also they pretended not to know that he knew they were time travellers. The question was: Did Jack know that they knew he was a time agent?
“He still wants to fuck you.”
The Doctor flinched a little at the word. “He’s not going to,” he said with certainty. “I’m not going to let him and he knows the meaning of the word No. Stop acting like a jealous child!” He sounded irritated.
The Master didn’t bother with a verbal answer. Instead he stood before the Doctor, took hold of his shoulders and pushed him down onto the bed. Then he knelt over him, leaned down to kiss him.
This time the Doctor did not part his lips for him willingly. The Master could almost feel his quiet anger. For one moment it even seemed as if he would resist, push him away, but the Master didn’t give him the chance for it. He grabbed both thin wrists in one hand and pinned them above the Doctor’s head while using his free hand to push open his robe.
He’d been feeling a bit horny ever since they’d had dinner. Seeing the Doctor half naked and wet on the bed had not helped, and he indulgenced in that feeling. This was what Jack would not have, he thought as he spread the other man’s thighs without preamble, positioned himself between them and pushed inside without any preparation.
The Doctor let out a small hiss of pain. Tight and cool - a bit like fucking a corpse, the Master thought in a flash of morbid humour as he repeated the motion, pushing in a bit further. It was always a struggle to get all the way in, even if he used lubrication. Eventually something tore and the blood made it a little easier. Beneath him the Doctor squirmed, but the Master held him down. The little noises of protest and pain the Doctor made aroused him even more and tonight he had no reason to hold back. He wanted the Doctor to be a wreck in the morning, too miserable to move, and so he fucked him hard, long and repeatedly. All through the night he woke him up him again and again by brutally pounding him into the mattress, for once deliberately cruel. Eventually the Doctor did cry out in pain but the Master didn’t mind - the walls where quite thick here. Almost a pity - would have been interesting to see Jack’s face if he walked in on them. Maybe another time. The Master grinned in the dark, panting hard, his nails and teeth leaving marks on the Doctor’s skin.
By the time the sky began to change from black to dark blue the Doctor was sick with fever again and barely able to move. The Master carried him into the bathroom, took him one last time under the running shower before putting him back to bed and finally letting him sleep.
Taking a small medical scanner out of his jacket he made sure he hadn’t gone too far. Then he dropped beside the Doctor and fell asleep within seconds.
He didn’t dream.
- tbc
September 24, 2007
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