A/N: Hello! Not much to say. This was just one of those ones I was so set on remembering that I ignored the need to do a starter A/N!
Tough Ten/Master ahead, along with lots of confusing situations – well, they'll probably be confusing to you lot, but in my head they make perfect sense.
Remember to heed the warning of the M-rating, kids! It's there for a reason, but I myself never listen to that reason so it's your decision to read on… just don't get me in trouble with your parents when your brains explode from too much M-rated awesome. Let me tell ya, even I'm worried about this one.
The second chapter contains pillow talk, the fourth chapter contains mattress talk. And that one's gonna be super obscure for a while XD Say, anyone notice the new image manager thing that's appearing in our site accounts? Ooh, don't give me ideas… you'll probably get so much porn appearing on the site, it'll be like a phallus plague.
Chapter One – In the beginning
The Doctor murmured words of comfort gravely against the Master's neck, biting where he found ample space.
Three fingers came to rest eagerly inside the Master's wet mouth, and he then yelped as all three were inserted into his hole at once. The Doctor set a brisk pace, stretching the Master's opening as his cock wept with pleasure. He removed his fingers, licking them clean as the tip of his member began to press against that little bundle of nerves –
"Ahh, just there." the Master said, rutting against the Doctor's body and feeling his delicious silky shaft making its entry. His own member was already coming violently on the bed, soaking his stomach and both their legs.
"You needed that." the Doctor whispered, his eyes blown as he pounded into the Master, feeling the tight wring of muscle already squeezing around his base.
He climaxed, filling the Master's arse with his hot seed and feeling utterly sated as the last of it dribbled down his thighs.
Afterwards, the Doctor skittered a hand around the Master's swollen belly, "There now, doesn't that feel better?"
For the last nine months, the Master had let his head and heart be ruled by the Doctor, a servant to the man's every sexual whim.
For the last nine months, the Master had been pregnant with the Doctor's child.
A week away from the Doctor's birthday (which nobody else knew of but them), the Master had decided to pay the Doctor a 'special' visit, as he always did after so many months of doing nothing.
Despite being given free reign throughout the TARDIS a while ago, the Master had decided to do as little as possible; the Doctor little knowing [at first] that he was actually conserving energy for a yearly event that soon became the norm – an entire week of sex.
He had always won over the Doctor in the bedroom stakes; this was the year his luck took a downward turn.
The Doctor had always happily gone along with any sexual advancements the Master went about, but on the first morning he was dominant and the Master was left sore and confused.
They had sensed the week's arrival and began sharing a bed for when they started having sex, but on the first day the Doctor had awoken first, feeling stirrings of primal heat in his lower belly. His eyes ravished the Master's naked body, and then he pounced.
The Master was only stirring at the time, but noticed something poking him in the bum – and then that something entered him and began fucking him in wild abandon, causing pain to shoot up his spine. Through the agony, he looked back and saw the Doctor; the man was lost in a blaze of possessive need, pushing into him harder and faster with each stroke.
The Master wept silently, realizing he was broken… by the Doctor.
It went on for hours, and got easier; after a while, the Master had decided to accept his fate and gave the Doctor as best as he was getting – the Doctor, in fiery retort, only changed angle and sent pulses of bliss rocketing to the Master's erection, which subsequently emptied gallons of cum onto the bed.
He came again a few minutes later, and the Doctor followed soon after.
The Master crawled away from him as he pulled out, crying tears as his arsehole bled and silently wishing for this to all be a dream. When had he become so weak?
"Master…" the Doctor said, as if the last dozen-or-so hours hadn't happened, "Why are you bleeding…?"
His whole body shook, not turning to face the Doctor's accusing stare, "…I couldn't stop you."
"M-me?"
"Yes, you. I didn't see anyone else fucking me without a moment's notice."
"I hurt you." the Doctor whispered in disbelief.
"Yes, you did! Now if you don't mind, I'd like to go back to sleep."
"Master, you need medical attention."
He still wasn't facing the Doctor, pulling the covers in close and crying out a hoarse reply, "…Not from you. Just leave!"
The Master couldn't understand it. What had caused the Doctor to suddenly take complete control of their relationship?
He wiped away the tears, afraid to sit up with his sore bum. The bleeding had stopped, thankfully, but the emotional scars still ran deep.
His pyjama bottoms (the parts that had stayed on him, anyway) were soaked through with cum. He hated himself for reacting in such a way, but the Doctor had given him little choice in the matter and he'd had to convert the pain to pleasure in his mind or he never would have survived.
The Doctor walked into the room and stood in front of him, plain as day; His eyes were pitch-black as he stared down at the terrified Master.
"Please, not again!" he was too tired to fight back; he knew now that if the Doctor wanted more sex, he would have to lay back and take it.
To his surprise, the Doctor knelt down to face him and began crying futilely, "I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me! I've been consulting the library and the TARDIS databanks… I can't find anything to explain my behaviour!"
"Doctor, what we had was a good relationship. Today, you took that relationship and violated it, repeatedly. I don't think I can ever trust you again."
The Doctor stood and frowned, "I still need to check you over. I can't promise I won't go all nymphomaniac on you again, but if I do there'll be a sedative gun next to you that I want you to use immediately."
"What if you get rid of it before I can inject the stuff into you bloodstream?"
"Then hope to god that it doesn't last as long as last time." he pulled the Master out of bed and into his arms, taking great care not to touch his bottom and watching the Master flinch as his aching limbs received no similar treatment.
A short walk later, and the Doctor laid the Master on the table, staring as the sensitive equipment scanned him inside and out. The Master, for his part, let out a shuddering breath as the TARDIS patched him up as best she could. She obviously felt his pain, but was not openly scolding the Doctor for his actions.
"I've felt worse." the Master lied, seeing the Doctor nearly breaking down at the sight of his bruised and battered form.
"No you haven't, and I've done this to you." his voice held no emotion, but his face was slowly collapsing into full-blown tears.
"I'm glad it was you; I'd still be scared otherwise." he sighed as the rest of the bruises healed, looking the Doctor up and down in shock, "…But all this still doesn't tell me why you did it."
"You've begun producing ova." at the Master's puzzled look, he elaborated, "You're 'one of those males'. Every year, we've been having sex for only a week and we didn't know why. You were in control while your body hadn't fully prepared itself, but as soon as your eggs were released, your scent shot through the roof and I was entirely vulnerable to its' effects. I responded to the ancient signals your body was giving me to mate, nothing more."
The Master thought about it and realized the Doctor was nothing more than a slave to his hormones during this one week, all for the single goal of creating a baby between them, "My signals must be very volatile."
"Increasingly so." the Doctor breathed, turning off all the medical equipment and straddling the Master, but he had to ask hopefully, "Do you want babies?"
"Only with you." and then he pulled him in for a kiss, knowing exactly the effect he was having as he worked his mate into a frenzy.
"You're not playing fair." the Doctor growled, groaning as their naked bodies rubbed together.
The Master licked the shell of his ear, whispering devilishly, "When have I ever?"
He was ready for the Doctor to take him, anywhere he wished. He nearly came as he was flipped onto his belly, his hard cock wedged almost painfully against his stomach and the examination table.
The Doctor pounded his way in, giving an animalistic shout as his lover purred beneath him, scrabbling for purchase on the flat surface.
"Take me, Doctor, please!" the Master yelled, crying joyously at the pleasure coursing through his veins as his body became a sex toy for the Doctor's desires all over again.
The Doctor stopped and twisted the Master to face him, "You will stay silent until I say you can speak, and you will come only when I say you can." he crushed the Master's face back into the table, and it felt so good.
The Master came in seconds, crying out at the thought of what could happen – and then the Doctor stopped moving.
"You can't stop now!" he instantly moved a hand to his open mouth; he'd ignored both of the Doctor's rules. Would the Doctor pull out of him completely? He bucked backwards, trying desperately to gain some friction before the Doctor held him in place with punishing nails.
He mentally kicked himself, quite tempted to end his constant erection on his own terms, but then the Doctor would probably refuse him even that.
A husky voice landed in his ear, dripping with arousal, "I gave you enough warning."
His body was slammed violently into the table before he could protest, and he truly feared the surface underneath him would break – the Doctor was willingly causing harm to his arse now, making it bleed all over again as he rocketed into the tight hole.
He gasped; the Doctor hadn't even acted in such a way that morning, making him think that their first sexual encounter of the day was now the Doctor's default 'gentle' setting. His body pistoned back and forth in the Doctor's clutches, and soon he began seeing stars as he refused himself the release he sorely needed.
The Doctor howled an admission of love as he came, and he finally dropped the Master's limp body back onto the table.
He laid down next to him, pulling him into an embrace, "Speak."
"Will I be allowed to cum?"
"Consider this your punishment for disobeying me."
"So I'm half mate, half punchbag, and now you think you have the right to decide whether or not I'm hard for an entire week?"
"If you disobey my rules again, I'll make you so hard you'll pass out and I'll fuck your unconscious body – so, y'know, don't be surprised if you get a repeat of this morning after you've angered me."
The Master rubbed his damp belly in awe, "Do you think I'm already pregnant?"
The Doctor shook his head, "I'd be able to smell it on you."
"And then this week would stop?" there was the smallest hint of hope in the Master's voice; he didn't fancy an entire week of being the Doctor's sex slave.
"If you were pregnant, I'd fuck you even more during the nine months of our baby's development."
The Master turned white as a sheet, "Why, if I'm already pregnant?"
"Your body will be buzzing with the most delicious hormones; I really won't have the sense to deny my urges, and I could very well hurt you and the baby in the process." he leaned in close, "If you're pregnant, even heavily pregnant, I want you to sedate me regularly via the TARDIS and keep me locked up in my room the entire time."
"What would you do to the baby?"
"Mostly at the start, it will count as a foreign body and therefore would have to be destroyed; near the end, when the baby has developed enough for me not to recognize it as a threat but more a part of us, I could still very well kill it if I claimed you hard enough."
"So whatever happens, you'll kill our baby if I let you leave your room for one second. Won't you try to escape?"
"The TARDIS will protect you and the baby, in any case – she can and will deny me the chance of finding you during the pregnancy, while at any other time she has to follow pilot's orders."
The Master felt relief flooding through him at this statement, glad that the TARDIS was on his side in something.
"Was Time Lord sex always this dangerous?"
"Only with you." the Doctor grunted, wrapping his arms further around the Master as he noticed his shivering shoulders.
For the first time in years, the Master felt safe… with the Doctor. He melted into the Doctor's warmth, rubbing away the tears from his eyes.
A/N: Wow, I fancied making the Doctor dominant and the Master submissive, but… this became slightly gruesome! But they made up eventually, and now, if I'm not mistaken, the Master may have nine months of never-ending sex to look forward to unless he keeps the Doctor under lock and key.
Ignore the mushiness exploding out of this chapter in swathes, I was probably in a mushy mood at the time. Or maybe I was watching a Disney movie?