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aunt_zeldaTitle: Birthdays
Rating: I don’t get into the gritty details, but this is pretty hardcore smut for me so I guess … R? There’s no naughty words and I’m my usual vague self.
Pairing: 10th Doctor/Simm!Master
Word Count: 970 (aprox.)
Warnings: Season 3 of New Who.
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, the BBC does. I do not own the characters of the Doctor or the Master. Please do not sue me, this is written for fun and the enjoyment of other rabid fangirls.
A/N: This is for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}
prettyarbitrary ’s birthday. I offered to write a Doctor/Master fic for her, and she gave me the prompt ‘Birthdays.’ This is very late because school recently started for me, I got a canker, my friends are having all sorts of emotional dramas, and I’m trying to write Doctor Who S5 with PJ-kun. I hope you like this, prettyarbitrary !
This is set somewhere between the end of ‘The Sound of Drums’ and the beginning of ‘The Last of the Time Lords.’ Don’t ask why it’s written in second-person, I don’t know myself.
You hold off opening your eyes for as long as your impatient disposition will allow. There is, after all, the slight possibility that this is all a dream. That thought makes you want to cry, so you finally forces your eyelids open; and blink at the soft light.
You don’t need to look to know who’s lying beside you – you can sense him now that you’ve shaken off the last remnants of sleep – but you turn over anyway. Your glee expresses itself in the form of a smile, which he mirrors shakily, as if he’s forgotten how to do such a thing with sincerity. That’s probably the case.
You aren’t sure how long you and he stay like that: perfectly still, side-by-side, not even touching, drinking each other in. It’s been eons since you’ve been this close, this intimate … and you and he haven’t even done anything yet.
Soon enough he gets impatient as well and slides over, straddling you in a subtly possessive way. You let him dominate you, even though you could overpower him. You want to belong to him, so much so that when you thought him gone forever the pain was unbearable. You cracked, and human girls and Facts tried to mend you, but ultimately only he could doctor you.
It’s strange, the names. Though he’ll loudly deny it, you are his master. Everything he did was to obtain your attention, and though you’d loudly deny the truth as well, you’d actively seek him out in the old days because you wanted him to fix you. You wanted a cure; he made you an addict.
Now he’s kissing you: all tongues and teeth and heat. Just like basking in each other’s auras, you could do this all day as well. He’s insistent though, and you let him tear your shirt and pants off because you’re tearing his off too. The black fabric gives so easily … perhaps it was intentional on his part.
You love his new body, and he loves yours. His greedy lips are everywhere, and you struggle to keep up with him, your fingers dancing over his skin as you buck up, half-blind with desire.
“Rassilon’s socks, I’ve missed this …” you gasp, whimpering slightly as his tongue does something particularly complex.
He pauses, hovering over you, slowly licking his lips like a cat after a eating a canary. “Too bad we were born on the same day … if we hadn’t we could do this twice a year …” and then he leans down and your eyes roll up into your head.
You know that what he said isn’t entirely true: your shared birthday is just an excuse. If he’d admit it to himself, every day could be like this; you certainly wouldn’t object if they were.
But sometimes he needs something that a languid, sweet, downright romantic session like this can’t provide. That’s when you let him make you bleed and scream and writhe, because every drop of blood, every cry of pain you wail, every time you struggle, that satisfies the other part of him. After all, you’d rather he beat you senseless than wipe out an entire civilization.
Fundamentally, this is a sort of game. There are rules, rewards when you obey them and consequences when he breaks them. You and he collect pawns and tools along the way in preparation for when your paths will cross again. He has Jack: you have Martha. The Earth is held hostage in a paradox: you are given time to reverse it.
He bites you, and you know that it is no accident. He doesn’t like it when your mind wanders when he’s with you, in you. You stick your tongue out at him and, in retaliation, he slams his hand over your forehead, tangling his fingers in your hair.
“Contact …” he hisses, seizing your wrist and dragging it up. You’re so lost in his mind by now that you can’t find his forehead without help. When your fingers finally find his brow, it’s only just in time. Seconds later the supernova hits you both. You scream and hear it with his ears. He cries, and you feel it with his eyelids, and every teardrop on your bare stomach feels like a meteorite. Images of the past and the present and the not-too-distant future become whirling dervishes in your shared mind, color and sound and smell and touch overwhelming all of your senses until you’re certain that you’ll be swallowed up by them and cease to exist.
And then … it is over.
You were on your back the whole time, but you feel like slumping ever further. With your last ounce of strength you roll off of the bed and embrace the cold floor, letting the metal momentarily sooth your pounding temples.
He heaves himself to the edge of the bed and collapses, panting heavily, one hand dangling over the side, the other running reflexively through his unusually messy hair. You’d laugh at the sight if you had enough breath, but instead you turn onto your side and grin weakly at him.
Eventually you and he might give it another go. He might give some order to please you: spare a city, double rations in the slave quarters, halt work for a day, free Jack and give him a day’s head start … or he might suddenly turn back into the insane dictator you’ve come to know so well these past few months. Then he might trap you in an old body again, find a new way to kill Jack, force the Joneses to complete some demeaning new task, blow up
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Date: 2008-09-06 03:38 pm (UTC)Actually, this whole thing is awesome.
Soon enough he gets impatient as well and slides over, straddling you in a subtly possessive way...You wanted a cure; he made you an addict.
Those entire two paragraphs are fantastic. I love the way you swtiched the names around and made the entire thing work!
For now, though, you are content to merely lie here, gazing up at him, dreaming of a future where every day could be just like this.
Awwww...it leaves me wanting to give them a happy ending. ^_^
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Date: 2008-09-06 04:23 pm (UTC)Ha ha, how did I know that's what you'd say?
Actually, this whole thing is awesome.
*blushes* Really? (Well, seeing as you're an amazing author, you MUST be telling the truth ...) Wow ... thank you so very much!
Those entire two paragraphs are fantastic.
*grinz* They are great, aren't they?
I love the way you swtiched the names around and made the entire thing work!
Well, if you think about it, the Doctor is kinda the Master's master ... and the Master makes the Doctor who he is by bringing out the best and the worst in the Doctor ... made sense in my head, glad you think it worked!
Awwww...it leaves me wanting to give them a happy ending. ^_^
*huggles them* Someday I'll make them happy together ...
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Date: 2008-09-11 01:33 am (UTC)I just can't help my love for that POV.
*blushes* Really? (Well, seeing as you're an amazing author, you MUST be telling the truth ...) Wow ... thank you so very much!
Thank You and your welcome! Is it good; don't ever forget that! ^_^
*huggles them* Someday I'll make them happy together ...
Yes, you must one day!
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Date: 2008-09-06 06:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-06 10:54 pm (UTC)SOMEday ... *rubs hands together and makes plotting-face*
but when you said 2nd person I couldn't resist! And this is *lovely*.
*blushes* Thank you so very much!
I agree with the bit about the cure/addict being brilliant. It really really is. I am in awe.
Hee ... thank you! *huggles you*
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Date: 2008-09-06 06:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-06 10:56 pm (UTC)Ah, babysitting. *huggles you more* That's not fun ... unless it's one of those rare, well-behaved children I hear so much about?
No rush, have fun, just don't forget to dump the bags! <3
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Date: 2008-09-07 03:31 am (UTC)I love the moment suspended in time, the brief postponement of their unending struggle that the Doctor and the Master enter into sometimes. I also like the sense of potential toward the end--that from here they might go up or down, and the awareness that they've done both so many times. It's all part of that feeling of eternity that's so cool when it comes up in Doctor Who.
The scenario itself is just lickable! Ah, Time Lord mind-sex--it'll get me every time. ^_^ I was hoping for something either funny and charming, or something like this, and I think I made out like a bandit!
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Date: 2008-09-07 12:05 pm (UTC)Oh, I'm so very pleased! Second-person usually scares me (the first time I heard it was in a short-story class and it was a terrifying) but sometimes it just ... works. Yeah, I love it when the story runs away with me in tow ... especially when it merits all this praise!
I love the moment suspended in time, the brief postponement of their unending struggle that the Doctor and the Master enter into sometimes.
Me too. They COMPLETE each other. *GRINZ*
I also like the sense of potential toward the end--that from here they might go up or down, and the awareness that they've done both so many times. It's all part of that feeling of eternity that's so cool when it comes up in Doctor Who.
*beams* Thank you! (I love the ending too, and the sense that it'll go one way or the other and the Doctor, at least, is resigned to it, but in a GOOD way ...)
The scenario itself is just lickable! Ah, Time Lord mind-sex--it'll get me every time. ^_^
Me too! There's just so much you can do with it ... it's so much FUN! (Hee, I've never written something 'lickable' before! *blushes and beams*)
I was hoping for something either funny and charming, or something like this, and I think I made out like a bandit!
You did indeed!
Thank you again!
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Date: 2008-09-07 12:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-07 09:48 pm (UTC)man you have talent, girly. :)
*goes bright red* I'm going to hug you, now ...
'Fraid it'll be awhile before I write any more fanfic besides Heroes and Doctor Who S5 (that I'm co-writing with phoenixjustice.)
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Date: 2008-09-08 01:00 pm (UTC)Oooh, series five. Berry funky. Can't wait to read. :) (As soon as I've finished watching series four... :))
Also, do keep an eye out - I have a doctor/master/sylar fic going up in a few days and I'd love to get ur opinion on it - you capture the character so well, it'll be cool to know what you think. I'll prob only be posting it to heroes comms tho, as they're the only ones I've joined... But keep a wary eye on your flist. :)
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Date: 2008-09-08 10:25 pm (UTC)*blushes* Hee hee, oh yes!
Oooh, series five. Berry funky. Can't wait to read. :) (As soon as I've finished watching series four... :))
Ah ... Series 4 ... Donna is FANTASTIC and the ending is ... not. Just heard a luverly spoiler about one of the '09 specials that is making me strike the Yatta!Pose ...
Also, do keep an eye out - I have a doctor/master/sylar fic going up in a few days and I'd love to get ur opinion on it - you capture the character so well, it'll be cool to know what you think. I'll prob only be posting it to heroes comms tho, as they're the only ones I've joined... But keep a wary eye on your flist. :)
Ooooooo ... sounds great! (Which guy do I 'capture' so well? As a rule, insane psycho stalkers seem to come FAR too easy to me ...)
This is a good Doctor/Master com that I post my stuff to: http://community.livejournal.com/slash_lords/
Good luck! Can't wait!
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Date: 2008-09-10 08:24 am (UTC)Actually, you do get teh Doctor down quite well, too. :D Not just the crazies!
Ah, many thanks for comm. Despite stupid moving fic should be finished in a day or two. :)
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Date: 2008-09-10 11:02 pm (UTC)I'm sorry your were spoiled! (Simm!Master and Donna AND Wilf are going to be in an '09 special together! OMG! *DANCES*)
Actually, you do get teh Doctor down quite well, too. :D Not just the crazies!
*blushes* Thanks! That's good to know!
Ah, many thanks for comm. Despite stupid moving fic should be finished in a day or two. :)
Welcome! I'll be on the lookout! (I need something to cheer me up ...)
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Date: 2008-09-11 12:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-12 04:55 am (UTC)*regenerates*
That was just... awesome. Well done.
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Date: 2008-09-12 05:26 pm (UTC)Thank you very, very much! (You have NO IDEA how much your comment just brightened my day ... really. *huggles you*)
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Date: 2008-09-14 04:38 pm (UTC)And what does it say about me that getting killed can do that?
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Date: 2008-09-14 07:46 pm (UTC)And what does it say about me that getting killed can do that?
Awwww, thank you again, and you're welcome! It's perfectly fine that being killed by vague-smut brightens your day ...