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[theguv.livejournal.com]

[Gene Hunt is standing on the Astral Plane, a slip of paper in hand. if you asked him what it said, he'd not tell you (with the possible exception of Sam Tyler), but suffice to say his latest argument with the missus did not end on a happy note and she's carted off her stuff to a friend's. possibly indefinitely, though Gene adamantly denies even thinking that. as it is, however, he's pretty shaken from it and feeling rather lost]

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[demnify.livejournal.com]

[pulls his hand away fully and chuckles] Actually, you didn't. You told me to get away, along with 'get out'. Touching was never mentioned.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Last I knew, 'get away' implied 'don't touch,' you div.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

I wasn't including implications, Mr. Hunt.

[he moves to stand in front of Gene now]

Perhaps we ought to do something so we both get what we want.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Too bad. I was.

[watches him warily] What's that supposed to mean?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Merely suggesting we find something to solve the problem we have here.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Assuming for a second I'd actually go along with anything that comes out of your mouth, what do you suggest?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[the Master takes this opportunity to toy with Gene's collar, as it technically isn't Gene, thus he isn't touching him]

I had been so willing to listen to your woes, Mr. Hunt. Though I'm quite afraid they no longer interest me...

[he purrs]

I love a challenge, you know. But I'm digressing, aren't I? Oh, there's a wide variety of things that could be done.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

I'm not a bird. I don't need to whinge to you about my bloody feelings. [glares and spits in the Master's face] You're not doing anything to me, Jackie.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he wipes off his face and then grins]

You're wrong on that.

[without hesitation, he slams his fingers against Gene's temples and initiates forced Contact with him to get what he wants - and smirks just a bit when he gets it. no wonder Gene was so touchy about the missus, she isn't even here! the Master pulls his hands away once finished]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[Gene doesn't even have a chance to scream as the Master dives into his head, sifting through his memories and plucking out the latest one, in all its painful detail, the images and words and sounds and feelings rushing to the fore, swallowing him whole. Gene just stares ahead, trapped in the memory while the Master looks through it, and when the Time Lord finally pulls away, the Guv barely notices, still caught up in the moment, his whisky-soaked brain too sluggish to realise the Contact is over and he doesn't have to hear what he said or watch his wife walk out with her things]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[there's a look people get when their memories are stolen - or sifted through, whichever you prefer - and the Master knows that look so well. it isn't the same as on Gene's face, but it's similar, he thinks. just that quick instant of living through something that already happened, of going through pain again. the Master enjoys it, so he takes the moment to move into Gene's space, close enough so he can whisper into the man's ear]

How about I take your mind off things?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[doesn't answer, still staring ahead, lost and upset, borderline angry but just ... realising he screwed up. for once, he's actually aware of his mistake, and he can't be arsed to pay much attention to the other man, not now, though that also means he isn't telling him to go away. he isn't putting up a fight]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[silence. it's not explicitly consent, but with Gene, it's the closest thing. he would have said 'no' otherwise, and the Master felt no desire to allow opportunity slip between his fingers.

he lowered his head to purr against Gene's neck once more before moving his hands to undo the front of Gene's trousers.

if there was only one thing in the world the Master enjoyed, it was conquest]

Possibly NC-17 content beyond this point. Read at your own risk

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[he's only vaguely aware of what's going on, his mind substituting his wife's hands for the Master's, too detached and in denial to really know what's about to happen. if the Master hadn't made contact, it never would, of course. no amount of booze would bring the Guv to let the Frenchie this close, but with his mind muddled as it is, it's not so hard to picture his missus undoing his pants, murmuring softly to him. not hard at all, so he lets the image wash over him, leaning back into the chair and staring at the ceiling]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[with the trousers undone, he slips his hand into Gene's pants. it's tempting to do whatever he likes with the man now, but he puts those thoughts inside and gingerly runs his fingers along Gene's cock.

the Master does this for a few moments, teasing Gene just a bit before ever deciding to move on.

it's tempting as well to bite the man's neck, just a quick nip, but it's somthing that will have to wait for later]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[he can't help it: his hips buck at the touch, at least at first, head lolling back as a faint groan breaks from his throat. he can't remember his wife doing that before, but it's nice, if teasing, and quite frankly? he'd like more, especially after an argument like that]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he smirks at Gene's reaction. the Master doesn't hesitate much after that - hands don't quite do the job as well as he would like. instead, he pulls Gene's junk from his pants and trousers and lowers his head from the man's neck to the man's groin.

he enjoys being a bit of a tease, so he begins with a slow lick along the tip of Gene's cock]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[the Master is so lucky Gene doesn't realise it's him and not his wife currently fondling his piece, because he'd kick the Time Lord in the teeth if he did. as it is? well, hell, that feels really, really nice, and Gene groans again, wanting more]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[and the Master obliges via running his tongue along it again before he moves down just a bit and begins working bottom up]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[damnit, Master, why are you so good at this? Gene's enjoying it frightfully more than he should, digging his fingers into the sofa to keep them from fisting in the Master's hair, mumbling encouragingly the whole time]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he's good at it because it's a good way to get people to do what you want, Gene. and right now, that's exactly what you're doing. he raises his head up just a bit and takes Gene's piece into his mouth. the Master is careful of his teeth - he's learned how to get by them anyway (thank you, Doctor) - as he rolls his tongue around the flesh. he keeps one hand loosely wrapped around the base as well, just as a precaution]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[that deserves another buck of the hips and a very long and low groan which he will deny having ever uttered if you ask him later. his fingers are all but clawing the chair, sucking in breaths to counter his increased heart rate. after everything he's been through the last few months, after the recent fight with the missus that actually had her leave, finally, finally, something feels good and he's revelling in it]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[the Master takes him a bit further into his mouth. the fact that Gene is responding pleases him more than anything else, it's control by some definition. the Master purrs from smug satisfaction, then begins to slowly pick up a bobbing rhythm, sliding his tongue along Gene's cock as he moves up and down]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[yeah, that purring thing? that's nice. that's ... really nice, actually. and that whole tongue bit, too. Gene is rather liking this, though his mind, made sluggish from whisky and the shock of Contact, is beginning to stir, and the vaguest sense of wrong is creeping into the deepest layers, quiet yet insistent, but not enough to make him open his eyes and see what's happening, even as he fists one hand in the Master's hair]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he pauses briefly from his purring to give Gene a good suck. he knows not to be too firm or too soft, so he tempers somewhere in the middle. the Master is enjoying this a bit more than he should, but at the moment he doesn't care in the least. the hand in his hair only spurs him onward, and he begins to establish a pattern: purring and his tongue, then a bit of sucking]