A/N: So... I thought I'd be done with the smut for quite a while, but they decided otherwise. 😏


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"Aaaaa! Screw that!" I grunted, dropping the gamepad on the table, staring at my monitor. "Why am I even trying? I know how bad I am at those games."

"That doesn't even look like fun."

I didn't turn around and just scowled. "It is. Sometimes. When everything falls into place and works just right. And you win."

The Master chuckled. "Yeah. Winning is always good."

"Is it, though?" I glanced upwards, then grabbed my gamepad again. A new try. "Winning means change. You unlock a new area. And you can't know what will wait there. It can be beautiful and exciting. Or… hmm… terrifying and lonely."

"Mhm… But if you only ever see the same things, it gets really boring, safe as it might be. And don't object, little one. I know you love to discover the unexpected as much as it scares you."

I laughed. Yeah, he was right. There was no way to deny it. Somehow I had grown fond of the new and even the danger. Push and pull. It was better than the stagnating life I had led before.

Yawning, I stretched and blinked at the monitor. Actually, I hadn't planned to play for that long, but knowing there was someone who watched was a weird motivation to keep going. Now though I shut down the PC and walked over to the bed.

The Master had sprawled out there, lying on his back, hands folded behind his head, watching me. His shoes were neatly sitting on the carpet. Oftentimes it was strange how the Master seemed to have perfect manners, even behaving quite gentleman-like. While, at other times, he was nothing but pure rage and chaos.

I squatted down in front of the bed, folding my arms on top of the blanket. "How about we switch? I go get a good nap and you beat that nasty boss for me."

"Pfff, I don't think so." He chuckled and flicked my head playfully. "Your reaction times are just bad. That's why you're struggling."

"Mhm, yeah. See? That's why you should beat it."

"And steal your hard earned victory?" He leaned closer and smiled. But it was a strangely sad expression that soon faded. "You're not asking."

I shrugged. "No. Told you I wouldn't."

"But you're curious."

"Cause I am." I laughed. "I always love to learn something new about you. Nine hundred years wandering time and space… and you tell nothing about it. Nothing about who you even are. Or who you were."

The smile returned to his face, a mixture of mock and amusement. "It doesn't matter."

"Yeah, it does."

"Would you know everything you'd be gone in the next second. I can't take that risk."

I sighed and shook my head. "Dunno how often I'll have to repeat that, but I'm not running. Not now and not if you tell me whatever. What did you do? Blow up a galaxy? Torture an entire civilisation? Eat some children for breakfast?"

At the last bit there was a subtle wince and I shut my mouth. Sore spot, alright. Whatever had happened to his daughter had obviously left a deep wound. It explained a lot, actually.

"Sorry." I lowered my head.

"Except for the last one, yes to all of those." He tapped on my head to make me look up and cupped my chin. "And I don't regret any of it."

I huffed and stretched a little, just enough to get closer, but still out of reach. "What's it then?"

His eyes darkened and he let go of me abruptly, leaning back on the bed again and staring at the ceiling. I used the opportunity to join him and grab the blanket, not expecting him to say anything else. But he surprised me.

"The things I did without being in control," he whispered. "When I was raving with pain or when the drums were so loud that I couldn't hold onto myself anymore." He didn't face me, told everything to the plain ceiling. "I don't care about what I did. Only that I had no control over myself."

"That does sound rather reasonable to me," I muttered. "Still not running." Yawning, I turned away from him to leave some space and put my glasses on the nightstand.

I was drifting away already when I felt a tug at my blanket. It got lifted and then there was warmth against my back and the Master gently grabbed me to draw me against him. I hummed content, shivering lightly when his mouth brushed my ear.

"I want inside your head," he murmured.

"Wha's keepin' you?" I drawled, not bothering to open my eyes. But then I remembered. Not much time had passed. "Oh, right. 'S not working."

"Not without hurting you. And myself."

"That's dumb."

"Mhm."

He pulled me firmer against him and nuzzled his nose against my head. It seemed he was eager to just wrap himself around me, showing possession, or maybe just to console himself. And I had no intention to stop him. Comfort was something we both, obviously, needed.

Although comfort wasn't the only thing that suddenly crept into my thoughts. His smell, his warmth, his hands that lay on my bare skin, under my shirt. Within a second there were images in my mind, of how they moved. I swallowed and lay still, trying to shove those thoughts from me.

There was a soft chuckle vibrating against my back. "Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned that, hm?"

"Then stop talking. Might help," I quipped back, trying to ignore my own betraying body.

"It's only been a few hours." His lips were close to my ear again, his breath ghosting over the fine hair. "Greedy little thing."

"Well," I playfully elbowed him, "let me sleep and I won't bother you."

"Your smell does, though."

"You've got two healthy hands, don't you?"

The Master laughed, nuzzling my neck. "It's a bit like honey, you know. And this stuff you put in perfumes. Really hard to ignore. Makes me antsy."

I snorted and wriggled in his grip until he allowed me to turn around, facing him. "That's called being horny. The heck can't you be. You can just ignore it really well."

"Rubbish." He grinned, bumping his forehead against mine.

There were quite a few ideas in my head as to how to prove him wrong. And the stupid expression on his face was just too attractive, so I leaned closer to kiss it away. The Master hummed against my lips, moving his own slow and sensual. Gods, that man could kiss. It was addictive. And still, I wanted more.

Feeling his double heartbeat thud against my fingers made me squirm. Heat shot between my legs. The Master deepened the kiss, doing things with his tongue that were surely forbidden somewhere in the universe. My hands wandered lower until they reached his pants.

"Someone's impatient," he muttered against my mouth, breath coming hot. "What do you want?"

I smirked. His button popped open. "I want you to keep your hands away from me."

He cocked an eyebrow. A challenge lay in his eyes. I slipped a hand inside his pants and found him half hard, twitching pleasantly as soon as I took him in my hand. Our lips found together again, resuming the heated dance. It didn't take long to stroke him to his full length, his breath shuddering from time to time, his fingers twitching, impatiently waiting until I would allow him to use them on me.

But I didn't. Instead I moved away from him and threw the blanket aside. A chance must be used, after all and my brain was definitely dazed by the opportunity. I pushed against his shoulder, signalling him to turn on his back. The Master did, although with a raised brow. Then I moved lower, trailed my lips over his dress shirt and further down.

I wanted to make short shrift with his pants, but I could barely touch before he drew back and sat up, glaring at me with a dark scowl. "What are you planning?"

Perplexed, I sat back on my haunches. "What do you think?"

"I think you're not going to do that."

"Uhm, okay. Alright. Just thought…" A pang of insecurity hit me. "Never met a guy who wasn't into it, sorry."

After all, he was an alien. Maybe it would hurt him somehow, maybe his culture didn't allow it. There were so many possibilities I couldn't even begin to think of. Had I screwed up?

"No need to be sorry, little light." His hands came up to cup my face and I looked into the hazel depths before me. "I just prefer not to give anyone control over me. Not ever."

Well, okay, that was another issue then. Somehow I could even understand it. There were few situations of more vulnerability. It didn't need a criminal mind to come up with ways to abuse such a situation. And who knows what he had experienced before.

I simply nodded. "Okay. Gotcha."

"You're easily convinced."

"I just don't want to make you uncomfortable." I shrugged and gave him an apologetic smile, then poked my tongue out. "Although you're missing out on some fun."

He arched a brow and smirked, grabbing my shirt to draw me into his lap. "I can have more than enough fun in other ways."

"I think I might allow you to touch me again, then."

"Cheeky."

His mouth moved teasingly over my neck and, without any warning, he bit down on flesh. It was gentle, not really hurting, but so unexpected that I yelped. I felt him chuckle and his tongue tentatively moved over the bruised spot, before he repeated the process a few centimetres further towards my shoulder. I held onto him, trying not to let out too many pathetic sounds. I remembered where I was seated and rocked forwards, hungry for some friction. But the Master wouldn't let me. With a swift motion he flipped me on my back, suddenly sitting on top of me with a gleeful grin.

"I prefer to be the one who's playing."

"That's not really fair, though." I huffed. And when he leaned down I breathed into his ear, "I want to touch you."

A growl rumbled through his chest. "Maybe. Another time."

He moved downwards until he reached my breasts and he didn't bother to let me take the shirt off, but instead enclosed my nipple with his mouth, twirling his tongue over the cloth. Fuck, he definitely knew what he did. My legs twitched and I arched upwards, searching for friction. But he used his hand to press me down again, moving to the other breast where he lightly scraped his teeth over my nipple.

"Not. Fair," I repeated.

The Master chuckled and came up to capture my lips for a moment. "That what you wanted to do with me?" He bit down on my lower lip. "Having me at your mercy? Do you want to see me fall apart because of you? Do you want me to beg?"

His words shot right to my core. How could he know that when it even surprised me? I had never been any sort of dominant, but the thought of having him, just once, at my mercy was definitely more arousing than I wanted to admit.

"Maybe I just want to make you feel good, so you stop being so moody for once."

He pursed his lips in a mock pout, then nudged his forehead against mine. "You can't. Not right now. Not in a way that matters."

I understood. For him, the mental part was a lot more important, more than I could ever comprehend. I reached my hands up to cup his face and breathed a soft kiss against his lips. "As soon as possible."

Gods, this burning look could consume me whole. The passion, the pain, the heat and the desire in his eyes were like a raging fire. Yes, I wanted him to fall apart for me - maybe one day he would let me.

His wandering hands interrupted my thoughts. The Master sat back so he could reach my shorts and push them down. A wolfish grin adorning his features as he undid his belt and opened his trousers, shamelessly presenting himself. "Don't get me wrong, lil' lumin," he muttered, before he bent over me again. "I enjoy having you in every way possible."

His eyes wandered over me and I nodded, giving him the okay to proceed. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss right at the slither of skin where my shirt ended. With his teeth he grabbed the cloth and tugged it upwards, revealing more skin to kiss, more of my body to stimulate.

"C'mon, stop the teasing," I whined.

"You know what I want to hear." His words rumbled against my belly.

"Oh, you and your bloody name kink." I felt his chuckle more than I heard it. "Master, please."

"Please what?" He slid upwards, teeth scraping one of my nipples on his way until we were eye to eye. "What do you want?" he demanded, stroking his length teasingly against me.

Fine, he wanted the dirty talk. "I want to feel you," I said. "I want you to fuck me. And don't hold back."

The spreading grin on his face couldn't get any wider, his pupils grew black with desire. I gasped when he pushed in, slow and deliberate, never leaving me out of sight. Only when he completely filled me did he stop. He let me adjust and savour the moment, before drawing out again. A part of me still couldn't believe it, the fact that he would want me, after everything. A groan escaped me; pleasure rolled through my body with every thrust. The Master wasn't rough, but he precariously balanced at the edge of it. Our mouths found together in a mixture of sloppy kisses and half bites, coming from both sides. If he could be rough, then so could I, spurred on by him, by his presence alone and everything he did with me, every nerve he hit, every inch of skin he touched. The Master grabbed my thigh, pulling me even closer against him and I wrapped my legs around his hip to allow him to hit all those damn sweet spots that made me groan out his name. And there was this hidden potential, just lingering below the surface, so close that we only needed to reach out to touch it, but weren't allowed to. It was as if I could feel his own disappointment that our connection was only physical. Maybe it wasn't. The world lost every coherence and drowned in pleasure, amplified ever so slightly and yet it was new. And it was him and also I. Every thrust let me climb higher, let me feel more. My nerves were on fire, as were his and I felt his head press against mine, heard his laboured breaths and my own. I reached up, tugging him down to me again, so he could swallow my pants and the half scream that found its way out when the world went blank for a moment, my body bucking upwards from the sudden release that washed over me in a way I hadn't experienced before, amplified, mirrored, somehow my own and somehow more than that. Twice and once and for a second I couldn't breathe.

In the end the world turned normal again. My breath shuddered with the aftershocks. The Master kept moving, slower now, sloppier than before. There was a grin on his face, his eyes still closed. Seconds in which he squeezed out the last moments of pleasure he could bring us both. Both at once.

My heart thudded wildly, realisation hitting me like a fist in the stomach. I blinked, looking up at his stupid expression. Now I could feel it clear. The connection. The familiar feeling of his mind swimming inside my own.

"Shhh, not now," the Master muttered. He carefully withdrew from me and laid down, his chest still rising and falling faster than usual. I could feel his surprise, his satisfaction, the warmth he felt towards me in this very moment. "And no, I didn't plan this. It just happened." He stroked his fingers over my head, drawing me against him with the other hand. "I'm not even sure who started it."

"But how? Shouldn't it hurt? Shouldn't it have…"

"It's only a surface connection." He stroked a finger along my cheek. "The bare minimum of it. You're healing faster than I anticipated."

I blinked, feeling inside me. Yes, he was right, there wasn't much, it was only there. But gods had that been enough.

"That was…" I couldn't find words. Where would I even start? Maybe he could feel a hint of what I wanted to say in his mind.

The Master smiled playfully. "Yeah, it was. But risky. Very. Risky."

"Mhm… worth it, though." I snuggled up against him. His arms wrapped around me.

"No more risks until we get your shielding in order." The Master nudged my head with his nose. "And maybe I'll teach you how to keep those pesky hormones under control, while we're at it."

I laughed. "Just admit that it makes you horny."

"No, I won't. Shut up and sleep."

Giggling I made myself comfortable, being all wrapped in with his limbs and with our minds. The blanket was long forgotten, discarded on the floor somewhere. He was warm enough, I wouldn't need it anyway.


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A/N: The next part might take a while. It needs to be done, for myself, but it's hard to actually write down x)

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