Fic: Almost - DW
Title: Almost
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Simm!Master/Eight
Word Count: 351
Spoilers: the TVM and Utopia
Disclaimer: Do I look like I own any of this? Because, sadly, I don't.
Warnings: none
Summary: It was almost too tempting for the Master to resist.
He hadn't intended to run into one of the Doctor's previous incarnations on this little trip, but he had long since come to the realization that his intentions had very little to do with reality where the Doctor was concerned. And it was far easier, not to mention less painful, to simply roll with things and pick up the pieces of his plans afterwards. Which was what the Master was fully prepared to do as he made his way over to the Doctor to say hello.
Of course, this particular Doctor, all velvet and curls and oddly innocent blue eyes, had absolutely no idea who the Master was. As far as his personal time line was concerned the Master had already been executed by the Time Lords, but had not yet been returned to life by those same Time Lords because they had decided that they needed him.
It was a state of affairs that the Master found quite intriguing. And very, very tempting. Almost too tempting to resist.
He made the effort to keep their interaction to simple conversation and a bit of innuendo, but in the end his more nefarious instincts won out. Which was how he found himself in the Doctor's bed, with a naked Doctor underneath him, head thrown back in pleasure and wrists bound to the headboard. This Doctor was warmth and passion and so very different from his other incarnations.
It almost made the Master want to give up his plans (or at least delay them for a while) and stay with the Doctor, damage to the time line be damned. It would almost be worth it just for the look on the Doctor's face when he realized just who he had been sharing his bed with, though he had to admit that the sex would be a lovely bonus, icing on the proverbial cake.
Almost worth it, but not quite. In the end, he left the Doctor in bed, snoring softly and still covered with sweat and other bodily fluids, and made his way back to his stolen TARDIS.
After all, world dominion awaited.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Simm!Master/Eight
Word Count: 351
Spoilers: the TVM and Utopia
Disclaimer: Do I look like I own any of this? Because, sadly, I don't.
Warnings: none
Summary: It was almost too tempting for the Master to resist.
He hadn't intended to run into one of the Doctor's previous incarnations on this little trip, but he had long since come to the realization that his intentions had very little to do with reality where the Doctor was concerned. And it was far easier, not to mention less painful, to simply roll with things and pick up the pieces of his plans afterwards. Which was what the Master was fully prepared to do as he made his way over to the Doctor to say hello.
Of course, this particular Doctor, all velvet and curls and oddly innocent blue eyes, had absolutely no idea who the Master was. As far as his personal time line was concerned the Master had already been executed by the Time Lords, but had not yet been returned to life by those same Time Lords because they had decided that they needed him.
It was a state of affairs that the Master found quite intriguing. And very, very tempting. Almost too tempting to resist.
He made the effort to keep their interaction to simple conversation and a bit of innuendo, but in the end his more nefarious instincts won out. Which was how he found himself in the Doctor's bed, with a naked Doctor underneath him, head thrown back in pleasure and wrists bound to the headboard. This Doctor was warmth and passion and so very different from his other incarnations.
It almost made the Master want to give up his plans (or at least delay them for a while) and stay with the Doctor, damage to the time line be damned. It would almost be worth it just for the look on the Doctor's face when he realized just who he had been sharing his bed with, though he had to admit that the sex would be a lovely bonus, icing on the proverbial cake.
Almost worth it, but not quite. In the end, he left the Doctor in bed, snoring softly and still covered with sweat and other bodily fluids, and made his way back to his stolen TARDIS.
After all, world dominion awaited.