Fic: All I want for Christmas is you
Dec. 18th, 2009 05:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lucysaxonTitle: All I want for Christmas is you
Summary: Just a bit of Christmas fluff and a heaping of crack. Porn ensues. Be warned that this is fluffier than meringue.
Pairing: Ten/Simm!Master
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: The Last of the Time Lords
Warnings: Umm... sex but I think that's probably more of an encouragement than an actual warning.
Word Count: 2378 because what started as a quick PWP had to go and turn into a project.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. If I did Doctor Who would need a very different time slot.
A/N: Because this is set after Last of the Time Lords and assumes a different ending for that this is probably more AU.
All I Want For Christmas Is You
"Do you really have to prance about like that?" said the Master, shooting a sharp glare towards the Doctor.
"Why the hell are you even celebrating an Earth holiday anyway?"
"Why not? It's a great holiday. At any rate, you'd probably enjoy yourself if you actually got into the spirit of things and stopped sulking."
"Just because I have no desire to celebrate a holiday belonging to a bunch of stupid apes does not mean I am sulking."
Of course he was sulking. It wasn't so long ago that he had complete control. The Earth was his to do with as he pleased and that pleased him very much. That was of course before everything went tits up as usual and the good Doctor had to "save the day", ruining all his fun. The last thing he wanted though was to be kept like some pet. The Master was not a pet and if the Doctor insisted on keeping him as such he was going to make for damn sure that he was going to be a miserable prat the entire time. Or at least until he devised a way out of this situation, which of course he intended to do very soon.
He sat there with his arms folded and his lips pursed watching the Doctor dancing around like some ponce, putting up decorations and singing Christmas songs to himself all the while wearing that stupid red hat with a fuzzy white ball at the end. The Master just sat there pouting and throwing sarky comments towards the Doctor. He said a lot of things but what he didn't say was that he was secretly enjoying seeing the Doctor so happy. Of course he wasn't going to let that show. That would mean the Doctor had won and he simply could not let that happen. It was always about winning whatever the cost.
The Doctor looked over at him and gave a small pout before walking over and taking the hat from his head and placing it on the Master's, stealing a quick kiss from him. The Doctor gave the cheeriest of grins, seeming pleased with himself, then went back to resume his decorating.
Great. Just bloody great. Now he was not only sulking but he was sitting there with a stupid hat on his head. His first instinct was to rip it off and throw it at the nonce but he was pretty sure the Doctor was just trying to taunt him and there was no way in hell he was going to give him the satisfaction of rising to it.
The Doctor left the room, practically bouncing and still singing. The Master sat there for a few minutes before deciding to follow him. If he had to be miserable he was going to share his misery with the Doctor. Isn't that what the season was about? He wouldn't have known where the Doctor went but it was pretty hard not to know when the Master could still hear his damn singing from the distance. He was in the TARDIS kitchen, baking something much to the confusion and annoyance of the Master.
"Now what are you doing?" he asked tersely.
"I'm baking cookies for Santa." he said, grinning.
"You're joking I hope."
"Nope. Why would I be?"
"Well, probably because he isn't real. God, you really have been spending way too much time with those apes. I think it's finally melted what was left of your brain. And I get called the insane one." he added rather sarcastically, rolling his eyes for good measure.
"That's not the point." the Doctor replied.
"Then please enlighten me. What is the point?"
"It's all part of the spirit of the holiday. He might not be real but the spirit of him is as real as we are."
The Master scoffed at this of course.
"What do you want for Christmas?" the Doctor asked sincerely.
Sulking on its own was getting pretty boring so the Master decided to play along.
"My freedom for starters. Control of your TARDIS. You dumped off on a remote planet somewhere to rot would be nice. It's the least I deserve for being so good."
"But you aren't good."
"That's not what you were saying last night." the Master replied smugly.
"You know that isn't when I meant." the Doctor laughed.
"Just what have you done that's so good this year?"
"I let you live for starters. I let your beloved Jones family live as well. Given the circumstances I think I've been more than generous."
He just had to bring that up didn't he? So many people were killed under the Master's control and the Doctor was powerless to stop him. The memory was something the Doctor didn't need right now because despite time being reversed all those things still happened and not everyone was lucky enough to escape the year that never was.
All that was in the past though and not what this is about. This is about their future, doing all the things they said they would one day do. This was about Theta and Koschei, travelling the universe and having marvellous adventures together. For the Doctor, this Christmas was an excuse to celebrate that. Not what was, but what will be and it's all he ever really wanted. It just took him running away to finally realise that.
Not letting the Master break his spirit he went back to his task of baking. Bent over, sliding the baking tray into the oven the Master couldn't help appreciating the view. He had to admit, this new incarnation had a very nice arse. In fact, it hadn't been this nice since... well, since he'd taken to wearing decorative vegetables. Though he has to admit. his dress sense is a bit better now.
The Doctor must have noticed him enjoying the show because he wiggled his arse like a tart before sauntering over towards him with wicked intent. The Master just stood there, leaned against the door frame where he had been the entire time, trying to work out just what it was that the Doctor thought he was doing.
"What the hell are you do..." was all he got out before the Doctor's lips crashed into his, kissing him hard. The Doctor pulled back, still breathing into the Master's mouth with such a wicked grin.
"Mistletoe." he murmured.
The Master looked up at the plant hanging above the door and the Doctor took this opportunity to stake claim on his long and slender neck with his lips and his tongue. The Master heard a low and wanton moan escape from somewhere and it only took a moment to realise that the sound was coming from him. The Doctor continued his assault with his mouth and his hands. Fumbling with the buttons on the Master's shirt, desperately wanting to touch bare flesh while trailing hungry kisses and soft tongue down that beautiful throat.
Finally removing the confinement of flesh from the shirt he slowly, oh so slowly made his way up and down his welcoming body, nipping and kissing along the way, encouraging noises being made by the man above him. Reaching his destination he started to mouth over the constrained erection with need and want in equal measure, eliciting sharp sounds from the Master.
"Fucking tease." the Master moaned.
The Doctor chuckled and looked up, more than a little satisfied at the sight before him. The Master looking down at him with pure lust in his eyes, completely dishevelled with his shirt open, exposing his taut flesh, the Santa Claus hat still on his head and desperate for more. More heat, more contact, more friction, more of everything.
Driven by lust and raw need the Doctor returned to his task, clawing at the Master's zip, freeing his erection. Gripping it at the base, the Doctor flicked his tongue over the slit, tasting pre come before licking a wide stripe on the underside while using his free hand to palm against his own straining erection. He continued his ministrations, teasing every inch of flesh.
"Oh god, fuck... please Doctor."
Did the Master just beg? And with that the Doctor finally took him into his mouth, enjoying the weight of him on his tongue before pursing his lips around his length, starting to suck. Shallow at first, just suckling on the head, still teasing (the bastard) until the Master had enough and snapped his hips forward, ramming his length down the Doctor's throat. The Doctor choked at first but he took the hint, opening his throat to let the Master fuck his mouth. The Doctor hollowed his cheeks and starting sucking more furious than before.
The Master grabbed the Doctor by the hair and continued to fuck his throat with a steady rhythm. The sounds being strangled out of the Master were positively obscene and the Doctor was loving every minute of it.
"That’s it." the Master breathed. "Jesus. Just look at you. Such a good little cocksucker. You like the way I taste don't you?"
The Doctor hummed in agreement, sending delicious vibrations through the Master's cock, causing him to shudder and tighten his grip on the Doctor's hair. Slamming his head back into the door frame he hisses and pulls the Doctor off.
"That's enough!"
The Doctor looked up at him like the Master had taken away his favourite toy and he gave him a rather pathetic whine in frustration.
"As gorgeous as your lips look when they're all wet and swollen from sucking my cock, if we don't stop now it'll be over before I've had a chance to fuck you."
"Then fuck me." the Doctor replied with wanton lust.
That was all the encouragement the Master needed so with that he grabbed the Doctor and twisted him towards the wall and slammed into him before grabbing him by the hair, yanking his head back to speak into his ear with a breathy whisper. The Doctor didn't even have time to register what was happening but he wasn't going to protest.
"Oh, I'm going to fuck you all right. I'm going to fuck you so hard you forget your own name but I'll make damn sure you remember mine. You're going to beg me to fuck you harder and you're going to come for me like the common whore you are. Make no mistake about that."
"Oh god yes, please. Please fuck me."
With a growl the Master complied, using his free hand to rip at the Doctor's flies, yanking the Doctor's trousers down to expose his arse. The Doctor isn't sure how but the next thing he feels is a slick finger being shoved into him, then two as the Master scissored, opening him up to prepare him to be thoroughly fucked.
"Jesus you're tight. Always so tight, Doctor."
The Master released his grip but kept fucking the Doctor with his fingers. The Doctor heard the cap from the lube being opened but didn't dare to turn around to look. The Master slathered a copious amount of of lubrication to himself. After all, he wants to hurt him but he doesn't want to break him. That would ruin his fun later otherwise. Without a further warning the Doctor felt himself being stretched by the Master's cock and then he felt the movement still once the Master was partially inside him. The Doctor let out a frustrated groan and tried snapping his hips back to take the Master deeper but the Master was having none of that so he grabbed him, holding him still.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" the Master asked in a rather serious tone.
"Yes. God, yes."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes! fuck me." gasped the Doctor, still struggling to impale himself on the Master's cock.
"Beg for it, Doctor."
"Please."
"Please what?" the Master asked, arching his eyebrow.
"Please, Master. Please fuck me. I want you to. I need you to."
"That's better." the Master said before slamming his hips forward, impaling the Doctor to the core. He began a steady rhythm, sliding in and out forcefully, eliciting very unmanly whimpers from both of them. The Master stopped for just a moment and the Doctor whined at the loss of movement but the Master shifted his position slightly to angle himself just right so he can hit that spot inside. And with each deep thrust he hits the Doctor's prostate, causing him to go insane with ecstasy.
The Master grips one hand tight enough on the Doctor's hip that he knows he is going to leave bruises and starts fucking him even harder while taking his free hand, wrapping his fingers around the Doctor's cock. He knows exactly what to do. He knows the precise speed and grip that the Doctor needs to send him over the edge. He's done this countless times and can map the Doctor's body by taste and touch alone.
The Doctor is writhing beneath him and rolling his hips to meet the Master thrust for thrust.
"Come for me Doctor. I want to see you lose control."
And that was all he needed. Letting out a soundless shout he spilled his seed over the Master's hand, coming in ribbons, long and hard. Riding out the aftershocks the Master picked up speed, racing to his own release and it wasn't long before he was biting the Doctor's neck hard to keep himself from shouting. The Doctor clenched his muscles, milking the Master dry. When he was finally spent he collapsed onto the Doctor's back, his softening cock slipping out of the Doctor on its own accord. Losing the power in their legs to stand they let themselves fall to the floor, trying to regain their breath.
Neither of them spoke for several minutes but it was the Master who broke the silence first.
"So, what do you want for Christmas then?" the Master asked, giving a wry smile.
"You." replied the Doctor.
The Master groaned at that and rolled his eyes before nudging himself onto the Doctor's chest in such a way that, if it were anyone else doing it you could almost say they were snuggling.
"By the way" the Master began. "I think Santa's cookies are burnt now."
fin.
Summary: Just a bit of Christmas fluff and a heaping of crack. Porn ensues. Be warned that this is fluffier than meringue.
Pairing: Ten/Simm!Master
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: The Last of the Time Lords
Warnings: Umm... sex but I think that's probably more of an encouragement than an actual warning.
Word Count: 2378 because what started as a quick PWP had to go and turn into a project.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. If I did Doctor Who would need a very different time slot.
A/N: Because this is set after Last of the Time Lords and assumes a different ending for that this is probably more AU.
Also, thank you to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kolosigma for being my lazy beta.
kolosigma for being my lazy beta.All I Want For Christmas Is You
"Do you really have to prance about like that?" said the Master, shooting a sharp glare towards the Doctor.
"Why the hell are you even celebrating an Earth holiday anyway?"
"Why not? It's a great holiday. At any rate, you'd probably enjoy yourself if you actually got into the spirit of things and stopped sulking."
"Just because I have no desire to celebrate a holiday belonging to a bunch of stupid apes does not mean I am sulking."
Of course he was sulking. It wasn't so long ago that he had complete control. The Earth was his to do with as he pleased and that pleased him very much. That was of course before everything went tits up as usual and the good Doctor had to "save the day", ruining all his fun. The last thing he wanted though was to be kept like some pet. The Master was not a pet and if the Doctor insisted on keeping him as such he was going to make for damn sure that he was going to be a miserable prat the entire time. Or at least until he devised a way out of this situation, which of course he intended to do very soon.
He sat there with his arms folded and his lips pursed watching the Doctor dancing around like some ponce, putting up decorations and singing Christmas songs to himself all the while wearing that stupid red hat with a fuzzy white ball at the end. The Master just sat there pouting and throwing sarky comments towards the Doctor. He said a lot of things but what he didn't say was that he was secretly enjoying seeing the Doctor so happy. Of course he wasn't going to let that show. That would mean the Doctor had won and he simply could not let that happen. It was always about winning whatever the cost.
The Doctor looked over at him and gave a small pout before walking over and taking the hat from his head and placing it on the Master's, stealing a quick kiss from him. The Doctor gave the cheeriest of grins, seeming pleased with himself, then went back to resume his decorating.
Great. Just bloody great. Now he was not only sulking but he was sitting there with a stupid hat on his head. His first instinct was to rip it off and throw it at the nonce but he was pretty sure the Doctor was just trying to taunt him and there was no way in hell he was going to give him the satisfaction of rising to it.
The Doctor left the room, practically bouncing and still singing. The Master sat there for a few minutes before deciding to follow him. If he had to be miserable he was going to share his misery with the Doctor. Isn't that what the season was about? He wouldn't have known where the Doctor went but it was pretty hard not to know when the Master could still hear his damn singing from the distance. He was in the TARDIS kitchen, baking something much to the confusion and annoyance of the Master.
"Now what are you doing?" he asked tersely.
"I'm baking cookies for Santa." he said, grinning.
"You're joking I hope."
"Nope. Why would I be?"
"Well, probably because he isn't real. God, you really have been spending way too much time with those apes. I think it's finally melted what was left of your brain. And I get called the insane one." he added rather sarcastically, rolling his eyes for good measure.
"That's not the point." the Doctor replied.
"Then please enlighten me. What is the point?"
"It's all part of the spirit of the holiday. He might not be real but the spirit of him is as real as we are."
The Master scoffed at this of course.
"What do you want for Christmas?" the Doctor asked sincerely.
Sulking on its own was getting pretty boring so the Master decided to play along.
"My freedom for starters. Control of your TARDIS. You dumped off on a remote planet somewhere to rot would be nice. It's the least I deserve for being so good."
"But you aren't good."
"That's not what you were saying last night." the Master replied smugly.
"You know that isn't when I meant." the Doctor laughed.
"Just what have you done that's so good this year?"
"I let you live for starters. I let your beloved Jones family live as well. Given the circumstances I think I've been more than generous."
He just had to bring that up didn't he? So many people were killed under the Master's control and the Doctor was powerless to stop him. The memory was something the Doctor didn't need right now because despite time being reversed all those things still happened and not everyone was lucky enough to escape the year that never was.
All that was in the past though and not what this is about. This is about their future, doing all the things they said they would one day do. This was about Theta and Koschei, travelling the universe and having marvellous adventures together. For the Doctor, this Christmas was an excuse to celebrate that. Not what was, but what will be and it's all he ever really wanted. It just took him running away to finally realise that.
Not letting the Master break his spirit he went back to his task of baking. Bent over, sliding the baking tray into the oven the Master couldn't help appreciating the view. He had to admit, this new incarnation had a very nice arse. In fact, it hadn't been this nice since... well, since he'd taken to wearing decorative vegetables. Though he has to admit. his dress sense is a bit better now.
The Doctor must have noticed him enjoying the show because he wiggled his arse like a tart before sauntering over towards him with wicked intent. The Master just stood there, leaned against the door frame where he had been the entire time, trying to work out just what it was that the Doctor thought he was doing.
"What the hell are you do..." was all he got out before the Doctor's lips crashed into his, kissing him hard. The Doctor pulled back, still breathing into the Master's mouth with such a wicked grin.
"Mistletoe." he murmured.
The Master looked up at the plant hanging above the door and the Doctor took this opportunity to stake claim on his long and slender neck with his lips and his tongue. The Master heard a low and wanton moan escape from somewhere and it only took a moment to realise that the sound was coming from him. The Doctor continued his assault with his mouth and his hands. Fumbling with the buttons on the Master's shirt, desperately wanting to touch bare flesh while trailing hungry kisses and soft tongue down that beautiful throat.
Finally removing the confinement of flesh from the shirt he slowly, oh so slowly made his way up and down his welcoming body, nipping and kissing along the way, encouraging noises being made by the man above him. Reaching his destination he started to mouth over the constrained erection with need and want in equal measure, eliciting sharp sounds from the Master.
"Fucking tease." the Master moaned.
The Doctor chuckled and looked up, more than a little satisfied at the sight before him. The Master looking down at him with pure lust in his eyes, completely dishevelled with his shirt open, exposing his taut flesh, the Santa Claus hat still on his head and desperate for more. More heat, more contact, more friction, more of everything.
Driven by lust and raw need the Doctor returned to his task, clawing at the Master's zip, freeing his erection. Gripping it at the base, the Doctor flicked his tongue over the slit, tasting pre come before licking a wide stripe on the underside while using his free hand to palm against his own straining erection. He continued his ministrations, teasing every inch of flesh.
"Oh god, fuck... please Doctor."
Did the Master just beg? And with that the Doctor finally took him into his mouth, enjoying the weight of him on his tongue before pursing his lips around his length, starting to suck. Shallow at first, just suckling on the head, still teasing (the bastard) until the Master had enough and snapped his hips forward, ramming his length down the Doctor's throat. The Doctor choked at first but he took the hint, opening his throat to let the Master fuck his mouth. The Doctor hollowed his cheeks and starting sucking more furious than before.
The Master grabbed the Doctor by the hair and continued to fuck his throat with a steady rhythm. The sounds being strangled out of the Master were positively obscene and the Doctor was loving every minute of it.
"That’s it." the Master breathed. "Jesus. Just look at you. Such a good little cocksucker. You like the way I taste don't you?"
The Doctor hummed in agreement, sending delicious vibrations through the Master's cock, causing him to shudder and tighten his grip on the Doctor's hair. Slamming his head back into the door frame he hisses and pulls the Doctor off.
"That's enough!"
The Doctor looked up at him like the Master had taken away his favourite toy and he gave him a rather pathetic whine in frustration.
"As gorgeous as your lips look when they're all wet and swollen from sucking my cock, if we don't stop now it'll be over before I've had a chance to fuck you."
"Then fuck me." the Doctor replied with wanton lust.
That was all the encouragement the Master needed so with that he grabbed the Doctor and twisted him towards the wall and slammed into him before grabbing him by the hair, yanking his head back to speak into his ear with a breathy whisper. The Doctor didn't even have time to register what was happening but he wasn't going to protest.
"Oh, I'm going to fuck you all right. I'm going to fuck you so hard you forget your own name but I'll make damn sure you remember mine. You're going to beg me to fuck you harder and you're going to come for me like the common whore you are. Make no mistake about that."
"Oh god yes, please. Please fuck me."
With a growl the Master complied, using his free hand to rip at the Doctor's flies, yanking the Doctor's trousers down to expose his arse. The Doctor isn't sure how but the next thing he feels is a slick finger being shoved into him, then two as the Master scissored, opening him up to prepare him to be thoroughly fucked.
"Jesus you're tight. Always so tight, Doctor."
The Master released his grip but kept fucking the Doctor with his fingers. The Doctor heard the cap from the lube being opened but didn't dare to turn around to look. The Master slathered a copious amount of of lubrication to himself. After all, he wants to hurt him but he doesn't want to break him. That would ruin his fun later otherwise. Without a further warning the Doctor felt himself being stretched by the Master's cock and then he felt the movement still once the Master was partially inside him. The Doctor let out a frustrated groan and tried snapping his hips back to take the Master deeper but the Master was having none of that so he grabbed him, holding him still.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" the Master asked in a rather serious tone.
"Yes. God, yes."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes! fuck me." gasped the Doctor, still struggling to impale himself on the Master's cock.
"Beg for it, Doctor."
"Please."
"Please what?" the Master asked, arching his eyebrow.
"Please, Master. Please fuck me. I want you to. I need you to."
"That's better." the Master said before slamming his hips forward, impaling the Doctor to the core. He began a steady rhythm, sliding in and out forcefully, eliciting very unmanly whimpers from both of them. The Master stopped for just a moment and the Doctor whined at the loss of movement but the Master shifted his position slightly to angle himself just right so he can hit that spot inside. And with each deep thrust he hits the Doctor's prostate, causing him to go insane with ecstasy.
The Master grips one hand tight enough on the Doctor's hip that he knows he is going to leave bruises and starts fucking him even harder while taking his free hand, wrapping his fingers around the Doctor's cock. He knows exactly what to do. He knows the precise speed and grip that the Doctor needs to send him over the edge. He's done this countless times and can map the Doctor's body by taste and touch alone.
The Doctor is writhing beneath him and rolling his hips to meet the Master thrust for thrust.
"Come for me Doctor. I want to see you lose control."
And that was all he needed. Letting out a soundless shout he spilled his seed over the Master's hand, coming in ribbons, long and hard. Riding out the aftershocks the Master picked up speed, racing to his own release and it wasn't long before he was biting the Doctor's neck hard to keep himself from shouting. The Doctor clenched his muscles, milking the Master dry. When he was finally spent he collapsed onto the Doctor's back, his softening cock slipping out of the Doctor on its own accord. Losing the power in their legs to stand they let themselves fall to the floor, trying to regain their breath.
Neither of them spoke for several minutes but it was the Master who broke the silence first.
"So, what do you want for Christmas then?" the Master asked, giving a wry smile.
"You." replied the Doctor.
The Master groaned at that and rolled his eyes before nudging himself onto the Doctor's chest in such a way that, if it were anyone else doing it you could almost say they were snuggling.
"By the way" the Master began. "I think Santa's cookies are burnt now."
fin.
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Date: 2009-12-18 11:50 am (UTC)I wish this happens in my TARDIS's kitchen next week.
Hopefully they will let me watch.
Or better, join in.
Very well written- The Doctor being all Christmas-cheery put the biggest grin on my face.
And The Doc and The Master wall-sexing is an image I don't want to get out of my head anytime soon.
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Date: 2009-12-18 02:46 pm (UTC)Thank you, this was actually my first real fic and I'm not so sure about my writing talents but the plot bunny wouldn't go away and I wanted fluffy Doctor/Master Christmas fic and a Santa hat. So that's what I wrote.
I had more comments but LJ decided to be a big pain and it ended up in my entry being deleted and then me having to repost it. Did not make Lucy a happy girl. :(
Oh, and massive icon love. I just adore Sam/Gene so damn much.
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Date: 2009-12-19 09:24 am (UTC)Aw really, your first one? Honestly, I couldn't tell, it was really professionally written!
Oh no! I hate it when it happens. Oh lj, how we love and and hate you.
<3 <3 <3 ICON LOVE LOVE LOVE. Oh. And yours too.
Goddamnit those two are totally shagging every time the camera is off them.
The rest of the time they are eyefucking.
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Date: 2009-12-19 08:34 pm (UTC)Honestly, first real fic. I do read an insane amount of fics though and a friend of mine said that it actually felt more like a Sam/Gene fic than the usual Doctor/Master which doesn't surprise me since Sam/Gene fics are my favourite. As much as I adore Doctor/Master so much of it borders on non-con and that's really not my thing.
I've never hated LJ so much in my life. It's my favourite website and I spend so much time here you wouldn't believe it and it's never done that to me before.
Even more icon love of course. Ugh! I adore those two so much.
You speak much truth my friend.
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Date: 2009-12-20 09:59 am (UTC)Awesome then! My first fic was shithouse. Huzzah! You know what? I agree with that said friend- it was very Sam/Gene. Your right, to be able to read Doctor/Master you need to be comfortable with non-con or dub-con. I'm starting to become OK with it, only because of Doctor/Master slash.
Internet fail XD It's my favourite website too- I go psycho when it cocks up.
Join the 'adore Sam and Gene so much' club. We have cake and lots of slash.
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Date: 2010-01-02 12:01 pm (UTC)I must add to mems so I can read again. Cracking fic!
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Date: 2010-01-03 09:34 am (UTC)Anna
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Date: 2010-01-03 02:06 pm (UTC)