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Best Enemies
A Cosmos Without Doctor/Master Scarcely Bears Thinking About
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15th-Apr-2008 02:34 pm
Best Enemies
You can has Anonymous Porn Meme!

Simply comment anonymously with a fic scenario you'd like to see written (your request does have to relate to the Doctor and the Master in some at least tangential way), and respond anonymously to other's requests with anything from a drabbles to full length stories. If you make a ton of requests? You should definitely try and fill a couple.  As Mama in Chicago would explain, it's about reciprocity.

Give it a try! Play hard, have fun!

Edit: *If you really like a prompt and it's been filled, feel free to respond again! One prompt can spawn multiple ficclets!*

Return of Edit: If you don't necessarily need them to sex right nao, but just want to see them do some specific thing, like talk about their granddaughter Susan just as an example (pulled from an idea below), that's awesome as well! Non-porn on the Anon Porn Meme! So Transgressive!

EDIT OF RASSILON: Write RESPONSE in the subject line of a request-fill post to make navigating to responses/telling what's been answered vs. just ditto'd easier for everyone. I don't want to hate on ditos/expansions/qualifications, they're useful! But threads collapse all annoying-like with this layout. x_x

EDIT OF OMEGA: Recently we've had some kinda dubious anon meme posts. The prompts in question are fine; some prompts are responses to others, and you're allowed to have opinions. But exercise best judgement/play well with others. Don't diss other people's prompts when you make yours. You may be anon, but this ain't who_anon. Not everything's gonna be your cuppa. It would be nice if we could avoid 'your choices are invalid, this character is this way' in the future.
28th-Apr-2008 09:42 am (UTC)
Three/Ainley!Master, locked-up or imprisoned together. Bonus if it's post-Five Doctors.
2nd-May-2008 05:44 am (UTC) - RESPONSE PART I
The Master thought he had the way out of the dungeon figured out right up until he turned a corner and found himself in yet another long bank of cells. He looked about wildly for an exit, eyes lighting on something entirely unexpected.

“Oh no,” the man chained to the wall had a look of horror on his face, as if he’d just discovered the tires of his beloved junker had all been slashed. Come to think of it, the Master really should have tried that. “Not you again!”

The Master opened his mouth to sneer that the Doctor’s presence, let alone this Doctor’s, wasn’t in any way improving his situation, but was incapacitated by a kosh to the back of his head before he could produce a witticism. Apparently his pursuers knew their own prison better than he did.

When he awoke it was to the sound of the Doctor calling his name. He blinked blearily, slowly grasping that his fingers were sliding through dirt towards the source of the voice, not over their sheets. His body didn’t feel quite right. The familiarity of the Doctor’s presence shifted like sand under him, became strange and barbed and foreign. Centuries that had been banished by the act of waking in such proximity to the Doctor’s mind, hearing his voice from the Doctor’s mouth, slid back into him in an instant. Right. Prison. He was escaping prison. Hopefully still with—yes, he could feel it in his coat pocket, the glass vial whole and unbroken. They’d been idiots not to search him. He still had the serum.

“What are you in for, Doctor? Excessive blustering?” The Master was turned away from the Doctor, who was mounted on the rough stone surface like some sort of hunting trophy. He intended to stay staring out at the shadowed, completely empty depths of the room until he was sure of his expression. Sleep always made his face telling, lent it vulnerability he was careful to school it away from in the daylight. It wouldn’t do for the Doctor to see the lingering traces of what he’d felt upon realizing that he wasn’t at home in bed with his lover, and that, for a host of reasons that he rediscovered as sleep slipped away, he had no expectation of ever being so again.

“They seem to think I stole some sort of vial. You wouldn’t know anything about that, now would you?” The Doctor lobbed the accusation at him with half a sneer.

“Must you always be so suspicious?” The Master rubbed the back of his skull with a tight wince, and turned to face the Doctor.

“Of you? Leaving you in the universe is like leaving the fox in the hen house. I’m surprised Rassilon didn’t grasp that. Left at the mercy of a legendary tyrant and you’re still running about stealing volatile solutions and getting me jailed for your crimes. Typical.”
2nd-May-2008 05:46 am (UTC) - RESPONSE PART II
“You’d rather he’d killed me?” The Master asks, bluntly, grinning at the Doctor and standing, rising to invade the chained man’s personal space, leaning in and chuckling when the Doctor squirms like he’d like very much to take a step back. But there’s nowhere to go, is there. The two of them in the depths of a stone dungeon—everyone expects screaming from dungeons. People don’t come to investigate that sort of thing. This could be very interesting.

“Even after you begged that Chronovore to spare me,” he raised a thumb to the Doctor’s lip and smoothed it, slowly, almost daring him to try and bite with his challenging gaze, “you’d be content to know that I was disposed of?”

“That’s not precisely what I meant,” the Doctor kept his tone even, despite the way when his lips moved in speech they swept across the leather-gloved thumb, with a suggestion of caress.

“You would do well, my dear Doctor, to remember that only one of us I chained to a wall. Trivial jailers aside, you are quite at my mercy aren’t you?” He leant in so their faces were inches apart, letting his hand slide from the Doctor’s lips to his throat so he could feel the Doctor swallow when he gathered the intent in the Master’s eyes. The Adam’s apple quivered under his palm like a bob on a tugged fishing line. Delicious.

“You wouldn’t dare.” The Doctor’s eyes were furious, and not a little afraid. This Doctor didn’t know how to manage him, not at all. If this were the current Doctor he would have hidden his fear, brushed the Master off with some nonchalant comment that diffused the tension. The current Doctor knew better than to up the ante by displaying how delightfully affected the Master’s mark left him.

“Mm,” the Master chuckled, “Certainly your Master wouldn’t. Not your gentlemanly, devoted rival. He’s fondly indulging the hope that you’ll have some epiphany if he prods you enough. He’ll tiptoe around you. Keeping to a low body count and respectful bantering. Keeping you from going mad of boredom, fixed as you are in space-time, and without so much as a word of thanks from you. And you never even let him touch you.”

He slipped a hand under the Doctor’s shirt, relishing the way his eyes went wider, keeping his touch eerily restrained. He turned to whispered into the Doctor’s ear, letting his breath slide across the skin there, stirring the white curls. “I’m not your Master.”

“Master,” the Doctor’s voice tried for stern, which made the Master want to slap him. Best save that for later. “You can’t be seriously thinking of doing this. It’s beneath you.”

“Considering an act below me isn’t nearly as stimulating as having you in that position,” the Master pointed out. He was enjoying the Doctor’s consternation, the hitch in his breathing that indicated his anger. “How highly susceptible you are. So easy to work up.” He stroked the hand not toying with the Doctor’s throat from his ruffle-obscured chest up over the fabric of his clothing and back down to his cock, found it easily in the
2nd-May-2008 05:48 am (UTC) - RESPONSE PART III
near dark, and gave it a hard, measuring squeeze. “It seems your body’s intrigued enough.”

“I’m telling you no.” The Doctor’s protest was firm, unconvinced by his own obvious physical attraction.

The Master laughed, slipping his hand under fabric, finding the Doctor’s flesh, beginning to work his hand and feel the Doctor respond. “You told me no when I risked my single life to preserve all of yours in the Death Zone. I believe you’ve exhausted your store of objections, Doctor.”

“Would you like an apology, then?” The Doctor spat, coming closer to panic, feeling the Master’s fingers leave his cock and wander further back, the touch seeming quite intent. “Fine. I should have been less childish during our encounter. I might’ve let you help me. It was foolish of me.”

“That true, but insufficient. I risked my body for you, and I want payment in kind. Lie still,” the Master suggested with a chuckle, “though I you may find it difficult for you to do otherwise.”

For the Master this was all rather like unexpectedly getting the pony you’d wanted desperately when you were twelve at the age of sixteen. You’d largely let the whole matter drop, but then, presented with the creature, you readjusted your expectations and found that yes, you still quite liked the idea of something so beautiful being entirely yours.

In the morning the warden arrived to find both men gone. One of the wall manacles appeared to have been cut through neatly with a bit of wire—thought clearly only the free man could have managed that—and then the other scratched at frantically, as if the bound man had been left to free his other arm himself.
2nd-May-2008 10:42 am (UTC) - Re: RESPONSE PART III
I can't begin to say how perfect this is - it's the fic I've wanted ever since watching Five Doctors. And brilliant commentary by Ainley!Master on Delgado!Master and his relationship with Three - it's sad and bitter and insightful, but not too meta.

“I’m telling you no.”
This is so, so very Three. I mean, this is *exactly* how such an encounter would go. The trust that the Master will respect certain boundaries, and the terror at having them crossed - I wonder if it's "Deadly Assassin" or "Logopolis" where the Doctor ceases to be shocked?

“You told me no when I risked my single life to preserve all of yours in the Death Zone. I believe you’ve exhausted your store of objections, Doctor.”
*flails* That... that's just perfect. And the little epilogue! He only cut through one of the manacles - probably to save his ass from Venusian Aikido, but still. This is *so* weird Master logic.
4th-May-2008 05:35 am (UTC) - Re: RESPONSE PART III
This is awesome!

(I hope it turns into a full-length fic...I want the rest of that sex scene!)
4th-May-2008 05:45 am (UTC) - Re: RESPONSE PART III
Really? But... I was a little creeped out by it. Um. I guess I could try?
5th-May-2008 05:40 am (UTC) - Re: RESPONSE PART III
Seconded! I'd love to see more of this!

Really, it would make my day. :)

Your tone and characterisation are really so utterly perfect, it's simply amazing...

*shakes head*

5th-May-2008 02:27 am (UTC) - Re: RESPONSE PART III
This is SO right.

One really tiny thing about the ending - Could be clearer. Maybe you intended it? Still, I want to know DETAILS :)
5th-May-2008 12:23 pm (UTC) - Re: RESPONSE PART III
i think the ending's great and perfectly clear. as is the rest of the story. the pony metaphor is particularly wonderful, as is the noton that each regeneration of the doctor knows how to control his version of the master, but completely fails with the wrong one. colour my view of canon changed forever.

very much looking forward to the mis-matched d/m challenge month now :)
5th-May-2008 03:15 pm (UTC) - Re: RESPONSE PART III
very much looking forward to the mis-matched d/m challenge month now :)

*lol* That's totally only been mentioned on my lj, not on the com, right? Wow, I must be not-even-slightly anonymous.
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