Before Sunset (8/?)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: AU!Master/Doctor (10), Master/Jack, Jack/Doctor
Summary: It's a well known fact that people who argue all the time eventually end up having sex.
Note: This story (not just this chapter but the entire thing), I believe, is one of the worst I've ever written. If not THE worst and that's saying someting since I've written some quite horrible stuff when I was younger. I keep writing because I want to finish it, but there's still a long way to go and I'm a little desperate when I think of that.
There is no point to this note, I just wanted to tell everyone that I'm frustrated.
He rose slowly from dreams full of nothing.
No monsters this time, no lost friends, no war. Just him. Him standing on a field, and the grass was red and the sky was orange and there was no-one there. He knew it was a dream. And with the prophetic knowledge of the dreamer he knew that he could walk for years and years and years and not find any living creature in this world. He still didn’t stop, couldn’t, because this was a dream and he had no choice but to hope, and go on. The loneliness was oppressing.
He woke up crying and alone.
Rolling on his side he curled into a ball and sobbed quietly until a large, hot hand touched his face and gently wiped away the tears.
“It’s alright,” someone told him in a soothing voice. “Everything’s going to be fine.”
He needed a moment to understand it was Jack talking. It didn’t feel like Jack. He was touching him and it didn’t feel wrong, didn’t scare him and that was wonderful but also made him sad.
His own hand that had been clutching the covers reached out until it wrapped around human fingers and he was scared to let got, for if he did Jack would disappear and he’d be alone, all alone, forever.
The Master wasn’t there.
The feeling of a human hand stroking his hair stayed with him until he drifted back to sleep.
-
Bill sighed sadly as he looked down on the sleeping figure on the bed. The Doctor looked like a lost child, the last traces of tears drying on pale, hollow cheeks. He wondered what exactly was wrong with him. The readings on the monitors meant nothing to the time agent. Harry had not told him anything except that the Doctor was very sick. He looked it.
Overdosed on painkillers, Harry had said. It left Bill to wonder: Had that been an accident? The Doctor didn’t seem very suicidal but then he didn’t really know him.
And if it had been an accident, he couldn’t imagine in how much pain he must have been.
But if the Doctor had felt that bad, why had he even left his bed in the first place?
The agent let his finger trail down the cheek of the sleeping man, tenderly, just the faintest of touches. He’d called him Jack. He’d blinked at him and took hold of his hand like a drowning man and called him Jack. His voice had been barely audible and a minute later he’d been asleep. Running his hands through the other’s hair once more Bill wondered who this Jack was and why he wasn’t here and what he meant to the Doctor, and why he was feeling just a little bit jealous right now.
At least he hadn’t called him Harry.
-
The next time the Doctor woke up he was all alone. No Jack, no Master, only the familiar humming of the TARDIS surrounding him and for now that was enough. He was just so lucky to have her.
He came awake with a start, bolting upright in his bed. His hearts racing from a dream he couldn’t quite remember he listened to the silence. It felt like he was the only being in the entire cosmos, and though the feeling wasn’t entirely unfamiliar it still made him nervous, after a while, not knowing where the Master was, or Jack.
Maybe Jack had left by now. The Doctor could tell he’d been asleep for a long time.
Maybe they both had left.
After all his time it wasn’t likely. Still, it couldn’t hurt to find out (only it could), and he didn’t intend to waste any more time in bed anyway. He felt fine, if a bit numb, and he hated the infirmary. Why was he here anyway? He couldn’t remember.
His legs felt a little wobbly but they carried him, generous as they were, while he made his way down the corridor in a dressing grown and slippers.
-
The Master let his head fall back and drew in a shuddering breath as Jack’s tongue and lips trailed up and down his cock. This felt quite good, he had to admit - the human definitely knew what he was doing, no that there had been any doubt about that. He sucked the Master’s cock expertly, and the Master wondered, as he came, if he could make the Doctor do this for him as well.
They were in the Master’s room and had been for a while. For days they’d been getting on each others nerves. The alien ship had yet to show up again, Jack refused to go, the Master wanted him gone and wasn’t subtle about it, they got pissed off, they argued, they fought like children. The Master didn’t know if Jack still suspected him of being evil or if it was for the Doctor that he insisted on staying but he had to admit that the time agent provided a way to kill time while the Doctor was sick and not very exiting to be around. He still didn’t like the human and knew the human did no like him, did not trust him, wouldn’t mind if he dropped dead. Him ending up in the Master’s bed had been merely a matter of time.
Well, the Master knew he was irresistible. The Doctor wasn’t the only one who had a certain effect on people. Jack couldn’t stand him and yet was still in for a shag. It was only natural.
Humans were so weak. Not that the Master minded, at the moment.
He fell back on the mattress and in a second Jack was over him, already stroking his cock with nimble fingers, grinning down at him. He seemed quite content and self-satisfied, and why wouldn’t he be? After days of sexual withdrawal he was in bed with a quite remarkable man who might be a bastard but certainly wasn’t like anyone Jack had ever shagged before. (And as far as the Master knew him that included pretty much everyone.) As a result he was a bit insatiable but that the Master didn’t mind either. He had the stamina to keep up with him.
From time to time, though, the time agent would look though him for a second, as if his mind was elsewhere. The Master knew what he was seeing and didn’t like it.
He grabbed the human’s fingers and stopped their movement with a vague feeling of regret.
“I want the people I sleep with to think of me and me alone while we’re at it,” he growled darkly.
Jack looked at him, contemplating.
“So do I,” he pointed out. “I’m not the one who’s bringing someone else into bed with us.”
Oh, what did he know, that foolish insect? The Master pushed him away and on his back and than leaned over so he was pressing him down with his body.
“You cannot deny that you’d rather be here with him.”
Jack frowned, but did not try to push him off.
“I’m here with you.”
“You’ve been wanting to get into his pants the moment you saw him.” Now that he was saying it aloud the Master realised how furious that thought made him. Not only did this human creature think of claiming a Time Lord, the Doctor, his Doctor, for himself, no, he dared thinking of him while sleeping with the Master.
Yet, he remained calm.
Jack gave an exasperated sigh, as if he didn’t see the problem.
“Is this all you can think of? I am here, in your bed, having sex with you, and that’s it. You are the one who keeps thinking of him.”
The Master snorted.
“Well, I’m the one who is actually in a position to compare.” He smirked when he saw a new expression on the agent’s face. “You don’t like the thought of me fucking him, do you?”
“Actually no, I don’t,” Jack answered without hesitation. “Makes me want to strangle you a bit.” He was smiling as he said it but despite the humour in his eyes the Master knew he was speaking only the truth. Oh well, there might be some fun in for him after all. He smiled back.
“Don’t you think you’re a little too possessive of someone you’ve only just met?” he asked while his hands wandered between the humans thighs.
Jack shrugged.
“Can’t help it,” he said lightly. “The thought of you taking him gives me the creeps. I’d keep him away from you if I had any say in it.”
“And you’re telling me this with your legs wide open?”
“Well, I’m not discriminating.”
“I noticed. Sure you aren’t just jealous?”
Jack raised his eyebrows at him even as the Master positioned himself between his legs and reached for the tube of lube that had been lost somewhere between the folds of the cover.
“Why would I be?”
“Because you want to fuck him but know you never will, since he won’t let you.” The Master leaned closer, one hand guiding his cock as he slipped inside, the other stroking Jack’s shaft in a slow motion that made the human’s eyes flutter shut for a moment. “I can tell you without any doubt that he won’t. And I have fucked him, and I will do it again, and he wouldn’t stop me even if he could.” He pushed in right to the hilt while his thumb lightly trailed over the tip of the other’s penis.
“You see,” he continued, “he is not human, and though he looks like one there are some very distinctive differences. For once his low body temperature. It’s like a shock when you shove your hot dick into his cool, skinny little ass.” While he talked the Master wrapped his fingers around Jack’s erected member. “Besides, he’s really, really tight. You’d have problems even getting halfway inside, but the noises he makes while you’re at it are a real turn on, believe me.” He chuckled at the expression the other’s face: a hint of disgust at the game the Master was playing, easily drowned out by his growing arousal. The Time Lord knew it wasn’t only the hand around his shaft and the cock in his ass that turned Jack on but also the images he planted into his head. “Oh, he doesn’t like it,” he went on. “Not at all. Like I said: he’s an alien. We, we have no choice, but he only enjoys it when he wants to, and he doesn’t. Still, he lets it happen. And weak as he is now even you could overpower him easily. He might struggle a little but you can pin both his wrists above his head with one hand and still have one hand free to lift his hips. You have to pull out a bit and then ram into him with force to get all the way in but it’s easier once he’s bleeding a little.” Jack’s breath caught in his throat as the Master tightened his grip around his cock. “You’re really hurting him now: you can tell from the way he breathes, the way he throws back his head and closes his eyes. Maybe he even whimpers a little when you start fucking him, harder and harder.” He began moving his hand up and down with increasing speed while rocking in and out of the other’s body. Jack was panting hard, his face flushed, and he wasn’t looking at him. The Master was enjoying himself quite a bit. “If you’re really, really, lucky,” he said, “he might even cry and beg you stop, but I wouldn’t count on -“
The door opened, allowing light from the corridor to fall into the dimly lit room and on the faces of the two men on the bed who were both turning to look at the intruder.
With the light behind him it was impossible to make out the Doctor’s face, but the Master could guess his expression from the way he gasped an embarrassed “Sorry!” and closed the door in a hurry before having fully opened it.
“Oh, crap!” Jack groaned, still hard and panting but definitely out of the little world the Master had put him in. What a way to kill the mood!
Given not what they had just done but what the Master had made Jack want to do the human had every reason to feel ashamed, as he clearly did. The Master looked down on the man lying on the bed with his hands covering his eyes and wanted to laugh.
“Well,” he said instead. “That’ll teach him to knock before entering a room.”
- tbc
October 21, 2007
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: AU!Master/Doctor (10), Master/Jack, Jack/Doctor
Summary: It's a well known fact that people who argue all the time eventually end up having sex.
Note: This story (not just this chapter but the entire thing), I believe, is one of the worst I've ever written. If not THE worst and that's saying someting since I've written some quite horrible stuff when I was younger. I keep writing because I want to finish it, but there's still a long way to go and I'm a little desperate when I think of that.
There is no point to this note, I just wanted to tell everyone that I'm frustrated.
He rose slowly from dreams full of nothing.
No monsters this time, no lost friends, no war. Just him. Him standing on a field, and the grass was red and the sky was orange and there was no-one there. He knew it was a dream. And with the prophetic knowledge of the dreamer he knew that he could walk for years and years and years and not find any living creature in this world. He still didn’t stop, couldn’t, because this was a dream and he had no choice but to hope, and go on. The loneliness was oppressing.
He woke up crying and alone.
Rolling on his side he curled into a ball and sobbed quietly until a large, hot hand touched his face and gently wiped away the tears.
“It’s alright,” someone told him in a soothing voice. “Everything’s going to be fine.”
He needed a moment to understand it was Jack talking. It didn’t feel like Jack. He was touching him and it didn’t feel wrong, didn’t scare him and that was wonderful but also made him sad.
His own hand that had been clutching the covers reached out until it wrapped around human fingers and he was scared to let got, for if he did Jack would disappear and he’d be alone, all alone, forever.
The Master wasn’t there.
The feeling of a human hand stroking his hair stayed with him until he drifted back to sleep.
-
Bill sighed sadly as he looked down on the sleeping figure on the bed. The Doctor looked like a lost child, the last traces of tears drying on pale, hollow cheeks. He wondered what exactly was wrong with him. The readings on the monitors meant nothing to the time agent. Harry had not told him anything except that the Doctor was very sick. He looked it.
Overdosed on painkillers, Harry had said. It left Bill to wonder: Had that been an accident? The Doctor didn’t seem very suicidal but then he didn’t really know him.
And if it had been an accident, he couldn’t imagine in how much pain he must have been.
But if the Doctor had felt that bad, why had he even left his bed in the first place?
The agent let his finger trail down the cheek of the sleeping man, tenderly, just the faintest of touches. He’d called him Jack. He’d blinked at him and took hold of his hand like a drowning man and called him Jack. His voice had been barely audible and a minute later he’d been asleep. Running his hands through the other’s hair once more Bill wondered who this Jack was and why he wasn’t here and what he meant to the Doctor, and why he was feeling just a little bit jealous right now.
At least he hadn’t called him Harry.
-
The next time the Doctor woke up he was all alone. No Jack, no Master, only the familiar humming of the TARDIS surrounding him and for now that was enough. He was just so lucky to have her.
He came awake with a start, bolting upright in his bed. His hearts racing from a dream he couldn’t quite remember he listened to the silence. It felt like he was the only being in the entire cosmos, and though the feeling wasn’t entirely unfamiliar it still made him nervous, after a while, not knowing where the Master was, or Jack.
Maybe Jack had left by now. The Doctor could tell he’d been asleep for a long time.
Maybe they both had left.
After all his time it wasn’t likely. Still, it couldn’t hurt to find out (only it could), and he didn’t intend to waste any more time in bed anyway. He felt fine, if a bit numb, and he hated the infirmary. Why was he here anyway? He couldn’t remember.
His legs felt a little wobbly but they carried him, generous as they were, while he made his way down the corridor in a dressing grown and slippers.
-
The Master let his head fall back and drew in a shuddering breath as Jack’s tongue and lips trailed up and down his cock. This felt quite good, he had to admit - the human definitely knew what he was doing, no that there had been any doubt about that. He sucked the Master’s cock expertly, and the Master wondered, as he came, if he could make the Doctor do this for him as well.
They were in the Master’s room and had been for a while. For days they’d been getting on each others nerves. The alien ship had yet to show up again, Jack refused to go, the Master wanted him gone and wasn’t subtle about it, they got pissed off, they argued, they fought like children. The Master didn’t know if Jack still suspected him of being evil or if it was for the Doctor that he insisted on staying but he had to admit that the time agent provided a way to kill time while the Doctor was sick and not very exiting to be around. He still didn’t like the human and knew the human did no like him, did not trust him, wouldn’t mind if he dropped dead. Him ending up in the Master’s bed had been merely a matter of time.
Well, the Master knew he was irresistible. The Doctor wasn’t the only one who had a certain effect on people. Jack couldn’t stand him and yet was still in for a shag. It was only natural.
Humans were so weak. Not that the Master minded, at the moment.
He fell back on the mattress and in a second Jack was over him, already stroking his cock with nimble fingers, grinning down at him. He seemed quite content and self-satisfied, and why wouldn’t he be? After days of sexual withdrawal he was in bed with a quite remarkable man who might be a bastard but certainly wasn’t like anyone Jack had ever shagged before. (And as far as the Master knew him that included pretty much everyone.) As a result he was a bit insatiable but that the Master didn’t mind either. He had the stamina to keep up with him.
From time to time, though, the time agent would look though him for a second, as if his mind was elsewhere. The Master knew what he was seeing and didn’t like it.
He grabbed the human’s fingers and stopped their movement with a vague feeling of regret.
“I want the people I sleep with to think of me and me alone while we’re at it,” he growled darkly.
Jack looked at him, contemplating.
“So do I,” he pointed out. “I’m not the one who’s bringing someone else into bed with us.”
Oh, what did he know, that foolish insect? The Master pushed him away and on his back and than leaned over so he was pressing him down with his body.
“You cannot deny that you’d rather be here with him.”
Jack frowned, but did not try to push him off.
“I’m here with you.”
“You’ve been wanting to get into his pants the moment you saw him.” Now that he was saying it aloud the Master realised how furious that thought made him. Not only did this human creature think of claiming a Time Lord, the Doctor, his Doctor, for himself, no, he dared thinking of him while sleeping with the Master.
Yet, he remained calm.
Jack gave an exasperated sigh, as if he didn’t see the problem.
“Is this all you can think of? I am here, in your bed, having sex with you, and that’s it. You are the one who keeps thinking of him.”
The Master snorted.
“Well, I’m the one who is actually in a position to compare.” He smirked when he saw a new expression on the agent’s face. “You don’t like the thought of me fucking him, do you?”
“Actually no, I don’t,” Jack answered without hesitation. “Makes me want to strangle you a bit.” He was smiling as he said it but despite the humour in his eyes the Master knew he was speaking only the truth. Oh well, there might be some fun in for him after all. He smiled back.
“Don’t you think you’re a little too possessive of someone you’ve only just met?” he asked while his hands wandered between the humans thighs.
Jack shrugged.
“Can’t help it,” he said lightly. “The thought of you taking him gives me the creeps. I’d keep him away from you if I had any say in it.”
“And you’re telling me this with your legs wide open?”
“Well, I’m not discriminating.”
“I noticed. Sure you aren’t just jealous?”
Jack raised his eyebrows at him even as the Master positioned himself between his legs and reached for the tube of lube that had been lost somewhere between the folds of the cover.
“Why would I be?”
“Because you want to fuck him but know you never will, since he won’t let you.” The Master leaned closer, one hand guiding his cock as he slipped inside, the other stroking Jack’s shaft in a slow motion that made the human’s eyes flutter shut for a moment. “I can tell you without any doubt that he won’t. And I have fucked him, and I will do it again, and he wouldn’t stop me even if he could.” He pushed in right to the hilt while his thumb lightly trailed over the tip of the other’s penis.
“You see,” he continued, “he is not human, and though he looks like one there are some very distinctive differences. For once his low body temperature. It’s like a shock when you shove your hot dick into his cool, skinny little ass.” While he talked the Master wrapped his fingers around Jack’s erected member. “Besides, he’s really, really tight. You’d have problems even getting halfway inside, but the noises he makes while you’re at it are a real turn on, believe me.” He chuckled at the expression the other’s face: a hint of disgust at the game the Master was playing, easily drowned out by his growing arousal. The Time Lord knew it wasn’t only the hand around his shaft and the cock in his ass that turned Jack on but also the images he planted into his head. “Oh, he doesn’t like it,” he went on. “Not at all. Like I said: he’s an alien. We, we have no choice, but he only enjoys it when he wants to, and he doesn’t. Still, he lets it happen. And weak as he is now even you could overpower him easily. He might struggle a little but you can pin both his wrists above his head with one hand and still have one hand free to lift his hips. You have to pull out a bit and then ram into him with force to get all the way in but it’s easier once he’s bleeding a little.” Jack’s breath caught in his throat as the Master tightened his grip around his cock. “You’re really hurting him now: you can tell from the way he breathes, the way he throws back his head and closes his eyes. Maybe he even whimpers a little when you start fucking him, harder and harder.” He began moving his hand up and down with increasing speed while rocking in and out of the other’s body. Jack was panting hard, his face flushed, and he wasn’t looking at him. The Master was enjoying himself quite a bit. “If you’re really, really, lucky,” he said, “he might even cry and beg you stop, but I wouldn’t count on -“
The door opened, allowing light from the corridor to fall into the dimly lit room and on the faces of the two men on the bed who were both turning to look at the intruder.
With the light behind him it was impossible to make out the Doctor’s face, but the Master could guess his expression from the way he gasped an embarrassed “Sorry!” and closed the door in a hurry before having fully opened it.
“Oh, crap!” Jack groaned, still hard and panting but definitely out of the little world the Master had put him in. What a way to kill the mood!
Given not what they had just done but what the Master had made Jack want to do the human had every reason to feel ashamed, as he clearly did. The Master looked down on the man lying on the bed with his hands covering his eyes and wanted to laugh.
“Well,” he said instead. “That’ll teach him to knock before entering a room.”
- tbc
October 21, 2007
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