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doctor who (d1) the master - ainley

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[because Koen told me to start this weekend: see this. otherwise, the Master is hanging out on the Plane, practicing his form with one of the daggers from his and Self's TOTALLY AWESOME FORTRESS OF DEATH]

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[He's still watching, doing his best not to give in but he's slipping up, curling his fingers into the fabric of the Master's jacket]

[and the buttons are undone, so he begins pushing the jacket off, smirking to himself. he does enjoy winning, along with corroding the Doctor's control]

[The Doctor really is squirming now. To get out of the jacket? Maybe not! But it was certainly helping get it off]

[the Master removes the jacket! and with a quick step, he moves behind the Doctor]

Enjoying this, my dear Doctor?

[and he leans back against him, giving a slight nod] Yes.

[the Master purrs]

I told you I'd win.

[Losing while lusty makes for a whiny Ten]

All right, all right, you proved your point.

[he chuckles and leans in sort of, running a fang carefully along the side of his neck]

But I'm having so much fun.

[That earns a distinct shiver down through the Doctor's body and he leans heavier against him]

I'm sure you are.

And you're enjoying it, based on your body's physical reactions...

[the Master chuckles against the Doctor's neck, and he slips his hands to the Doctor's front and begins undoing his shirt]

[he swallows and shifts in the Master's arms, trying to stand straighter]

I'm still not focused on it.

Really?

[he slips a hand under the shirt, still undoing it with the other]

I'm amazed at your self control...

[he runs the fang over the Doctor's neck again, this time making sure to draw just a bit of blood - and to make it more awkward, he licks it. mmm delicious blood]

[The Doctor bit his tongue at that and arches back into the Master, making a strange noise]

...Yes, well, years of practice. [His voice was a bit off on that]

[the Master chuckles again. oh, he's winning]

Oh, of course.

[another long lick over the cut, and the shirt is ready to come off]

[This time he was able to react better to the lick, since he was expecting it. But with more clothing coming off, he gets a bit...well, wiggly. He feels weird being stripped, you see. Nervous and unusual being the best words to describe it.]

[the shirt gets dropped to the ground, and the Master possessively runs a hand along the Doctor's chest]

Enjoying this, Doctor?

[He makes a little noise that dies in his throat and tries once again to stand straighter]

Master, I don't exactly-- I mean, really, even for a challenge-- [Brain = fried]

[the Master chuckles and purrs]

You can be honest with me, Doctor.

[and he continues to be an epic tease, this time by carefully biting at the Doctor's shoulder]

[ironically, the bite on the shoulder manages to make him straighten up, tipping his head back]

I'm being honest. Really.

[he bites just a bit harder at that, because he does enjoy biting]

Do you think you could stop me if I continued?

[Bites his lip to keep from making a sound]

I...I could, yes.

Care to test that?

[he moves one hand down to toy with the band of the Doctor's trousers. at the same time, he licks at the bit of blood from bite marks on the man's shoulder]

[The Doctor's eyes go wide, even as he enjoys the licking]

Don't.

[he keeps his hand where it is]

Are you sure, my dear, dear Doctor?

[nods, a bit clearer this time by the simple fact that the Master didn't do anything new to him, so he can focus slightly better]

Yes.