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Conflicted emotions came with Chameleon Arches. Confusion, flashes of memories that you swore weren’t yours - sometimes, you thought you were mad. “Keep an eye on me," the Doctor had said, eyes averted. "Please." And so the Master had.
The vacant office had been rented; doctorates and certificates had been falsified. A shiny plaque underneath a “Psychiatry” sign read “Dr. Alastair Brent, MB BS, CCT”, and inside sat one of any number of young women the Master had acquainted himself with, acting as a secretary. All would-be clients were told Dr. Brent was not accepting new patients until finally the expected gentleman walked in.
A quick call was made, and he was informed that Dr. Brent “happened” to have had a “cancellation” and was free at the moment, to just head on back.
There sat the Master, perusing a book on psychology with his feet up on his desk, leaning back casually in his chair.
"Mr. Smith, was it?" he asked without looking up at first, then closing the book and standing, crossing the room to shake the young man’s hand. "Pleasure to meet you. I’m Dr. Alastair Bremt. Call me whatever you feel most comfortable with - Alastair, Dr. Alastair, Dr. Brent - doesn’t really matter to me. Have a seat."
The Master breathed in and out deeply, nodding. “Only if you promise to try not to let your guilt over - basically everything, eat you alive,” he replied, narrowing his eyes.
He surrendered to temptation and started grinding against the Doctor’s thigh, his head falling back.
himwiththebowtie replied to your post “The Doctor didn’t say anything. He couldn’t feel the words, anyway. He simply sat down next to Koschei and dropped his cheek against his shoulder, gaze downcast.”
"Not particularly." Theta shared so much with him, but this, he wasn’t sure. One of those nights, he supposed. Koschei needn’t bear the weight of his burdens, not all of them. "It’s a different shoe, though. Cheese got the old one."
He rolled his eyes and brought Theta’s hand up to his lips to kiss his palm. “It could help, but obviously you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he replied. “We can just sit here.”
"I love you."
"I am," the Master said softly. "You always forgive me, but we’re never going to get those years back." He let out a soft noise when the Doctor pressed against his arousal and shifted slightly, exhaling shakily. "All we can do is try to make up for lost time. Do me a favour," he said, a little bit of a smile making its way back onto his face, "and skip the mercy this time. There’s not much I can’t take."
He took Thete’s hand in both of his and nudged his foot with his own. “I see you found your shoe,” he murmured, stroking Thete’s palm with his thumb, turning to kiss him on the top of the head.
"Want to talk about it?
He couldn’t help it; he rolled his hips a little and moaned. “I didn’t want to screw up,” he breathed, closing his eyes. “Our friendship,” he clarified. “I wouldn’t have cared if the sex sucked, but losing you… You were all I had back then. Without you… I probably wouldn’t have made it to sixteen. I’ve always wanted to - to just let you take what you want from me. At first because I owed you everything, and now because I owe you so much more than that.” He opened his eyes, forced himself to catch and hold the Doctor’s gaze. “I’m sorry for the things I did. I’m so sorry.”
there’s so much smut happening jfc
so who wants their heart broken? let’s do some angst threads
If you’re gonna keep being cute then you’ll have to kiss me, I’m sorry I don’t make the rules
The Master’s lips parted, and a sigh escaped him. “I always wanted you to, but my stupid pride got in the way.” He was already half-hard at just the tone of the Doctor’s voice, but didn’t dare move, half expecting the other Time Lord to just tease him and then walk away.
"All right," she said, looking up at the sun as it went down. "We’ll start a small fire at the Academy, then they’ll evacuate it because it’s a fire. Then when there’s no one inside, we’ll burn the buildings down. If I don’t get in,” she said, cuddling against him. ”Mnh…I always feel lethargic when I watch a sunset…that firebender sun addiction at work again,” she mused. ”But you keep me warm even when it’s dark…”
"No, that’s - if it’s even still standing after the war, it’d just be - it’s not a good idea," he told her.
"Lethargy’s not a bad thing. Laying against someone you love, not wanting to move - it’s one of the best feelings in the world." He kissed her cheek, then her jaw, and then her neck. "Try to stay relaxed," he murmured. "I’ll be very gentle, but if you tense up, it won’t count for much."
-His words have been waves that roll down off her body and pool in the heat below her belly. Her body aches with want and he’s just fueling her on and coaxing her for more and she takes it, sighing and smiling as she remembers those times.-
I remember you leanin’ real close and showing me the formulas. You shoulda kissed me then Kosch. Woulda been special a-and—
-She almost loses it as his cock bobs between the apex of her thighs, her head bowing.-
I remember nearly kissin’ you when I got the test back an I did so good… I wanted ta kiss ya then too.
[The Master reaches around her and starts stroking her clit as he grinxs up against her.]
You’re so wet, Drax. You’re dripping, you’re so turned on.
[He flicks his tongue over the shell of her ear as he speeds up his strokes.]
I want you so fucked out that all you can do is moan and gasp when I’m finally inside you. I want you to think about this when you touch yourself at night and call me up and ask me to tell you about all the depraved things I want to do to your body in detail while you get yourself off. And right now [his strokes are now almost frantic, almost punishingly fast] I want you to come for me again.
[He considers slamming into her - it would certainly drive her over the edge and make her scream with pleasure, but it would probably also hurt if it’s been a while, so instead he pushes in slowly, moaning at the soft, wet heat that grips him.]
"You should push me up against walls more often, Doctor. And floors, and beds," he added. "Master’s just a title, after all, and contrary to popular belief, I didn’t pick it according to my preferences in bed.”
It was a moment of reprieve for him, simply something he could purr at, before the hand came down upon his cheek like a whip; pain immediately exploded under his Master’s hand, and then drew itself out, unable to crane his neck away. Before he knew what he could do, something to please the man, his pants were taken as well. Humiliation began to grow into his throat, making it a bit difficult to swallow, although he did so with the lump there. The pain awakened the senses he had forgotten, the fear in the Doctor’s stomach, the sadness that knew he deserved this. Lips parted in a silent plea to be struck again, body quivering closer to pleasure, when the Master used the opportunity to trace the older’s lips with his thumb.
He needed this. Craved this. “Yes, Master.” A breathy was given in response to his plan, still sucking in the oxygen that had been taken from him, kiss bruisingly hard. Was he supposed to stand up? Would he be struck again if he did so without asking? Instead of working his way to a standing position, he shamefully covered himself, eyes gazing almost adoringly up at his Master. The blush his freckles couldn’t hide became deep, almost a red, while his lips were still parted-…a small part of him hoping for another kiss. Anything.
The Doctor was so easy to read, his body language screaming to be touched. The Master tilted his head to the side thoughtfully. The Doctor was already gone, per se, his thoughts reduced to little more than desperation and want. “I’ve changed my mind a little,” he said softly, bending down to brush his lips against the Doctor’s gently before holding out his hand. “You’ve been so well behaved, my darling - you hardly need to be punished any more, not in this fashion. Get up,” he said, his tone less demanding now. “We’re going to the bedroom.”
It was so hard to hurt the Doctor when he looked so vulnerable and open. The Master was old and tired and had seen far too much pain in the Time War to have any desire to inflict more of it for the sake of sadism, and with the Doctor looking up at him like that, all trust and need, he couldn’t bring himself to do it anymore. He would still keep breaking him down, but there were other ways to do it, ways that didn’t require the Master to hurt the Doctor when it felt like every cell in his body was screaming at him to soothe the pain, to ease the guilt - to make up for every cruel thing he’d said and for every time he’d ever wronged the man in front of him. “Come on,” he said, a hint of a smile sneaking onto his face. “I’m going to turn you into a quivering, moaning mess. Screaming, if I can manage it.”
"What? Really! Awesome!" she exclaimed in return, jumping out of her seat and practically throwing herself in the direction of the fridge. She rarely got to eat, so she took advantage of opportunities like these.
"This is more food than I have seen in forever," she exclaimed, grabbing pretty much everything that was solid food she could find and tossing it on the table. Social decorum be damned, she was hungry. "Can you make me bacon? I reeeeally miss bacon."
The Master plucked the package of bacon from her hand and got a frying pan out, setting the kettle on as well. “I’m going to have tea,” he announced. “Would you like some?”
The Master had developed a weakness, once he’d got his head on straight, and that weakness was young women. Not the Doctor’s ‘brilliant’ things, with bright smiles and great morals - the women (and sometimes girls) the Master tended to keep around had broken glass smiles and wounded eyes and a desperate need to escape not boredom but worse things - far worse. Hunger, torture, imprisonment, abuse -
What had been done to him by the High Council - the betrayal, the pain - it had cut him to the bone. He spent a lot of time wondering what could have been if someone had saved him - if he’d let someone save him - and his response to people who did not deserve the suffering they experienced was almost Pavlovian and uncontrollable.
The Master started throwing slices of bacon into the pan. “How many pieces did you want?” he asked her, putting in several for himself as well.