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zauberer_sirin's Icebound (Doctor Who, Master/Martha, Rated NC-17)
Spoilers: Set between "The Sound of Drums" and "The Last of the Time Lords".
Warnings: Sick and twisted, and the line of consent is blurry. Also, violent.
Summary: The Master and Martha spend The Year The Never Was having angry sex.
A/N: I think in the end my Master fell a bit in love with Martha, in his own twisted, suicidal way. I was totally trying to avoid that. Damn the weak man.
This is in the same universe (or it's a expansion of it) as Five "Morning After" Conversations Martha Jones Never Had (And One She Definitely Couldn't Have Had)
Ze quotes of win
You find comfort in knowing that you can bite and scratch and bruise and hurt that body and you just don't care.
***
You never wanted to know of how much you were capable of.
***
'Oh, come on. I though you knew me better. It´s more fun if you do this voluntarily.'
He is right, you realize. It makes you sick. He is winning here. He has you pinned down to the floor and, as he puts one knee between your legs, you show your teeth. He smiles; he is winning here. You pull his hair until the smile melts into pain, and back into smile again. He is winning here.
***
Your last boyfriend was in college and your experience is limited -always boys, never a man, never like this- and it's frighteningly fascinating, all the things he surrenders during sex.
He holds your head against his chest when he comes with a pitiful whimper - suddenly you hate him for sounding so desperate.
***
There are many things you shouldn't have to know. So many things you have learned because of the Doctor.
(he didn't mean to- he always meant good, and that was what broke your heart over and over)
You shouldn't have to know what it feels like to make love to someone you hate.
***
In Kinshasa he fucks you, half-sitting on the floor, against a wall -you are surprised it doesn't come crashing down on you. You put your arms around his neck and he looks up at you, impressed for the second time tonight, his gaze challenging you, how much closer do you need me to be.
Kinshasa is the first time he makes you come.
***
'The thing is, Martha. I know you can feel the Doctor in me. It's a Time Lord thing. Bits of each other scattered in each other. Especially since we are the only two left. I know you can taste him in me.'
His body is heavy. Like a corpse. The middle of the desert and you wonder if you will learn to hate the sand (it will remind you of-).
'It's alright,' he whispers, softly, almost warm. 'You can close you eyes. I taste like him. I feel like him. You can close your eyes and...'
You would die before giving him the satisfaction of making you cry. It's a dangerous weapon to hand him. So you bite your lip and stay dry (all the things you didn't know you were capable of, all the things you should have never needed to find out).
His voice is soft. His voice is impossibly softand understanding.
'It's alright, Martha. You can call me...'
He trails off, brushing hair off your face.
That night you call him "Doctor" and he comes harder than you've ever felt him.
***
'I will kill you,' you say.
'Yes, yes,' he not-quite-whispers against the bones of your shoulder.
It sounds like a plea.
***
That last night, he doesn't make you come.
You had no idea he was capable of mercy.
Links of the Day:
zauberer_sirin shares music, including Magic Alex.
thewatchmaker's Fanfic: Another Roach Motel (Heroes, Sylar)
zauberer_sirin's warning for ibid
zauberer_sirin's Icebound (Doctor Who, Master/Martha, Rated NC-17)Spoilers: Set between "The Sound of Drums" and "The Last of the Time Lords".
Warnings: Sick and twisted, and the line of consent is blurry. Also, violent.
Summary: The Master and Martha spend The Year The Never Was having angry sex.
A/N: I think in the end my Master fell a bit in love with Martha, in his own twisted, suicidal way. I was totally trying to avoid that. Damn the weak man.
This is in the same universe (or it's a expansion of it) as Five "Morning After" Conversations Martha Jones Never Had (And One She Definitely Couldn't Have Had)
Ze quotes of win
You find comfort in knowing that you can bite and scratch and bruise and hurt that body and you just don't care.
You never wanted to know of how much you were capable of.
'Oh, come on. I though you knew me better. It´s more fun if you do this voluntarily.'
He is right, you realize. It makes you sick. He is winning here. He has you pinned down to the floor and, as he puts one knee between your legs, you show your teeth. He smiles; he is winning here. You pull his hair until the smile melts into pain, and back into smile again. He is winning here.
Your last boyfriend was in college and your experience is limited -always boys, never a man, never like this- and it's frighteningly fascinating, all the things he surrenders during sex.
He holds your head against his chest when he comes with a pitiful whimper - suddenly you hate him for sounding so desperate.
There are many things you shouldn't have to know. So many things you have learned because of the Doctor.
(he didn't mean to- he always meant good, and that was what broke your heart over and over)
You shouldn't have to know what it feels like to make love to someone you hate.
In Kinshasa he fucks you, half-sitting on the floor, against a wall -you are surprised it doesn't come crashing down on you. You put your arms around his neck and he looks up at you, impressed for the second time tonight, his gaze challenging you, how much closer do you need me to be.
Kinshasa is the first time he makes you come.
'The thing is, Martha. I know you can feel the Doctor in me. It's a Time Lord thing. Bits of each other scattered in each other. Especially since we are the only two left. I know you can taste him in me.'
His body is heavy. Like a corpse. The middle of the desert and you wonder if you will learn to hate the sand (it will remind you of-).
'It's alright,' he whispers, softly, almost warm. 'You can close you eyes. I taste like him. I feel like him. You can close your eyes and...'
You would die before giving him the satisfaction of making you cry. It's a dangerous weapon to hand him. So you bite your lip and stay dry (all the things you didn't know you were capable of, all the things you should have never needed to find out).
His voice is soft. His voice is impossibly soft
'It's alright, Martha. You can call me...'
He trails off, brushing hair off your face.
That night you call him "Doctor" and he comes harder than you've ever felt him.
'I will kill you,' you say.
'Yes, yes,' he not-quite-whispers against the bones of your shoulder.
It sounds like a plea.
That last night, he doesn't make you come.
You had no idea he was capable of mercy.
Links of the Day:
zauberer_sirin shares music, including Magic Alex.thewatchmaker's Fanfic: Another Roach Motel (Heroes, Sylar)zauberer_sirin's warning for ibid
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Date: 2008-05-03 04:50 pm (UTC)thought i only ever saw half of The Last Time Lord and half of the preceeding episode, i was really fascinated by it.
i wish i had more time in my life for Doctor Who. though HONESTLY, what i miss is that trashy blonde and the old leather-wearing Doctor...
xxx
kit-kat