neverwouldiever | The Year That Never Was - Warning for torture, dubious to non-consensual things and the like.

He was a horrible person.

A lot of people liked to believe that he wasn't aware of what a horrible person he was. But he did know. It wasn't so much delusion when it came to do what he did, it was more a careless dismissal of the existence of his conscience. And sometimes it was hard to hear that little voice in the back of his head telling him off when the drums were pounding in his head. Really, morality was just too much effort.

Not that he was complaining for said ignorance. Because he didn't really care to feel bad for something things he found fun. Especially when they were with the Doctor.

See, the thing was that the Doctor had been determined to ignore him, all old and grumpy like that, and really? The appeal had soon died. He wanted his attention. Quite quickly. That's why he decided to take things down a different road. First thing was first, deaging the Doctor. Not without precautions, of course, he didn't need someone to fight him back. Handcuffs were exceptionally useful, don't ask why he has a fluffy pink pair, it was originally Lucy's idea.

Boy had that been a fun night!

The Master didn't bother explaining why he got the guard to drag the Doctor out of his little tent that morning to join the Master in his bedroom. Or why his ankles had been bound and dropped onto the bed while his lord and Master finished up his breakfast.

Now sadly, he didn't have a full fun set of things to play. No whips, no gags, none of that fancy stuff. But he did indeed have a pear. Which, fun story, could get quite far into the Doctor's mouth before his jaw looked like it would unhinge.

"I didn't fancy this for breakfast," the Master said in a conversational tone, sitting on the Doctor's chest while he tried to push the pear in a little further. "Bite down on it, there's a good boy."

It wasn't as if the Doctor was never afraid, never mind how many people idolized him and thought he was the bravest they'd ever met. He wasn't stupid and he knew that the Master was capable of making him suffer, even if or perhaps even especially because he knew he'd not kill him. So when he was deaged it was already cause for alarm and then being dragged by a guard even more so. The handcuffs did nothing to reassure him and he was rather regretting his choice of stubborn silence, because he had a lot of questions to ask and babbling always made him feel more in his element.

Instead he ended up bound on the Master's bed, fixing him with a look of thorough confusion and more insecurity than he'd want to admit. And then, without any explanation or further warning, the Master had started forcing a pear into his mouth and that had to be the worst thing he had ever done. Well, alright, there was the whole thing about... Alright, it really wasn't all that bad by comparison, but, gods, he hated pears.

Even if he hadn't hated the fruit so much, the force alone would have been enough to make him gag. He retched, eyes watering as he tried to force it back out with his tongue while doing his best to protest the mere idea of biting down on that thing. It wasn't very clear, but still more communication than he'd willingly granted the Master in quite some time.

The pear was pretty firmly lodged by the time the Master pulled back, a cruel smile on his ace as he sat back with a small amused smile on his face, proud of his handy work. Of the way the pear almost obscenely pulled his mouth wider, it was quite the sight. But he didn't think the Doctor was biting yet, his mouth didn't seem to be clenching so clearly he wasn't going to follow orders. Oh, what a shame. Wasn't like the Master would make the most of his denial to make things worse.

Oh wait, not, that was totally what he'd do.

"No? Not happy? Not gonna bite down?" the Master exhaled loudly, shuffling a little bit back so he could get a better look, playfully twisting the pear a little to see if that would entice him to take a big bite of the gross fruit. "You're going to make me make you, aren't you? Good man! I do love when you're in a sporting mood."

With a smirk, he patted the Doctor's cheek mockingly before sliding down, starting to unbutton the Doctor's shirt.

The Doctor tried to push the pear out, but that seemed to be quite impossible without using his hands or teeth and he was definitely not going to bite into the vile fruit, it was bad enough that he could already smell and taste it as it was. He wasn't going to bite into it as long as he could help it, at least. He almost gagged on the pear when the Master twisted it in his mouth, glaring at him in a way that would have been more effective if he hadn't been, well, gagged with a piece of fruit.

His eyes widened when the Master started to undo his shirt and he shook his head, making a small sound of denial. He had a few sound arguments at the ready, but they would have to wait until he could articulate them, which apparently wasn't any time soon. Wherever the Master was going with this, he was sure he wouldn't like it. Or worse, he might.

"What? Sorry? Did you say something?" the Master asked mockingly, taking a long pause to pretend to listen before shrugging and returning to what he was doing. He couldn't get the shirt fully off but he could push it over his shoulders, leaving his chest full exposed. A bright canvas he could play with. Smirking playfully, the Master trailed one finger along the Doctor's chest, playfully drawing his name in Gallifreyan with it.

Now, wouldn't that be nice? The Master thought it'd be nice.

"I think your chest would be a great place to practise my signature. Do you agree?" the Master asked, knowing full well that he wouldn't be able to protest. Slipping his hand into his inside pocket, he pulled out his laser screwdriver and started to fiddle with the settings. "Hmm, lightest setting? Just a gentle searing hit. What do you think? Come on, give me a signal. A sign even. Maybe a series of clever winks."

The Doctor rolled his eyes at the mockery, grunting while yanking at the handcuffs. It didn't really make a point and he had to swallow, because this damn pear was making him drool like mad, the way his mouth was forced open. However, when the Master's finger started to trail along his skin he stilled, his hearts beating loudly in his ear. He recognized the symbols written, even from this position, and it brought on memories of much nicer times.

Of course, the Master's end brought an end to that. He immediately struggled, almost biting down on the pear before he could stop himself at the last moment. The laser screwdriver had him still anyway, seeing how he had every reason to fear the device. He kept his eyes on it and shook his head, even knowing that it would do no good. He shook his head over and over, while trying to roll to the side.

The Master pressed his hand forcefully against the Doctor's chest to limit the struggles, trying to hold him still so he could return his control. Boy could the Doctor move when he wanted to. With an annoyed hiss, the Master raised his hand and smacked the Doctor's across the face. Not too hard, mind, didn't want to accidentally knock the pear out, did he? "Stay still, you flailing moron. Like I would actually do that now. Do you have any idea how much you losing consciousness would kill the mood? I think engraving my name is more a second date kind of thing."

Dropping back once more, the Master still held the screwdriver as an open threat, gently tapping it on the Doctor's chest as he had a little thought on what he wanted to do.

"Here's the deal, Doctor. You know me by now, I'm a fair man. So, if you don't want to signature on your chest, you're going to have to give me something else. Something more interesting," the screwdriver ran a trail down the Doctor's chest till, finally, it rested against the Doctor's zipper. "I'm bored, Lucy is off doing things. Amuse me. Or I'll burn all the skin off your chest then force that pear down your throat."

The slap did make him stop his struggle, because it hurt and because he had to give the Master an affronted look. It still caught him off-guard somehow, being treated like that. He did relax a little though, even if 'second date' didn't sound very promising. Swallowing again he watched the Master's face as if he could read his next move, definitely tensing up once more as the screwdriver ran down his body, his eyes widening when it rested by his crotch. not very reassuring.

Amuse him? How? It wasn't as if he could tell him a story. Gods, in this position he couldn't even flick him off. Not that he thought that very advisable. Maybe the Master could be persuaded to take the damn pear out of his mouth. He tried dislodging it with his tongue, mouth open wide enough that he actually managed to get it a few inches out, now he just had to spit it out all the way.

Before he could spit it out, the Master heaved an annoyed sigh and forced it in a little harder than was needed, forcing the Doctor's mouth open just that little bit more. Reaching into his upper pocket, he pulled out his handkerchief and moped up the excess droll with an amused expression. "Just bite into it, it'll help. Nice to have something to hope onto. Of course if you spit that out, I'll cut it into little segments and force feed it to you."

Then he paused, an even more cunning expression on his face because he'd just had a fantastic idea. Oh goodie, he could make this a game. "I think you need a little motivation. So, let me think. Do you know Shawn? The rather lovely man who refills your water bowl on the weekdays? If you spit that pear out at any time during this unless I say so then I will execute him. In front of you. And his family."

Grinning, he sat back a little further so he could start undoing the Doctor's trousers, completely proud of himself. Like the Doctor would ever cause someone's death. "And he has such a sweetie little daughter too."

Of course the Doctor knew Shawn. He was the sort of man to know everyone, even while he was in stone-faced silence. He even knew about his daughter and he'd stopped trying to force the pear back out the moment the Master mentioned the name, even before he had finished the threat. He just looked at the Master with disappointment in his eyes, feeling as if his hearts were breaking just that little bit more.

He tugged on the handcuffs once, then just stayed still, even as the Master actually undid his trousers. Back to ignoring him, although he had little hope of that working for long while he was in such a compromising position. At least he could show his disapproval a little bit by holding back as long as he could. Without endangering anyone, hopefully.

The Master paused, a frown on his face until finally he started to tug his tie loose, leaving it hanging around his neck like a scarf. Ready for use if he needed to. "If you keep looking at me like that, I'll blindfold you. Blind and mute. Would you want that? No way to convey yourself, only able to hear me mocking you."

With a loud and clearly annoyed sigh, he tugged the Doctor's trousers down to the ankles and the boxers soon followed. With an amused look on his face, he caught himself looking more than acting because well... here was the thing. Despite all of his ego and cockiness, he never actually thought he'd win. Nor that he'd have the Doctor at his mercy and almost completely naked.

It took him a moment to take it all in and as he did, he shuddered slightly, feeling himself getting a little harder. What a beautiful sight to have.

No, he wouldn't want that, which was why he turned his eyes up at the ceiling. Up at the ceiling, pretending to not be naked with the Master's mocking eyes on him. However, when instead of mockery there was silence for a long while, the Doctor did look back at the Master again and he immediately held his breath, his fingers clenching to fists.

The expression on the Master's face was like a gut punch, if a gut punch would also be an aphrodisiac. He swallowed and this time he barely minded the taste of the pear.

This was all wrong, but the fact that at least for this one moment he didn't mind it so much was even worse.

"I once though that the only thing in the universe I wanted," the Master started as he took the Doctor into his hands, gently running his hand along the shaft with great interest. "Was you. Just you."

But the little moment of calm didn't last long, it never did. The drums would flare up or something would upset him. In this case, it was the idea of how much he'd longed for something so simple that he couldn't even have that sparked more anger in him than fondness. Feeling as if something inside him could tear apart if he actually kept thinking instead of doing, the Master pushed all thoughts behind to give the Doctor a harder jerk, as if tugging him to attention.

"Oh well, you know how stupid kids are. There are better things than you," though the Master did smirk at him, leaning forward till he was hoovering over his face. "But you're quite the prize now, aren't you? I get to fuck the great destroyer of all of Gallifrey."

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The words cut into him the way they were intended. Reminding him of different times, reminding him of one of those many 'what ifs' that made thinking back hell some days. But there was warmth, too, while he held the Master's eyes, heat between his legs and a slight tremble as he moved his hips without meaning to, moving into the Master's hand.

Of course, that all came crushing down around him a moment later and his face showed as much, eyes wide and... Sad, just sad, really. His fault and his choice and he had to make it, but that didn't change that he had caused it. Worst of all, he'd have hoped that the thought alone would be enough to nip any arousal in the bud, but it seemed as if he took a perverse pleasure in it. Perhaps pleasure wasn't quite the right word, but he knew it was true, he knew he deserved this and there was at the very least some satisfaction in being treated the way he deserved.

The Master gripped the Doctor hard, jerking him in a slow but steady rhythm. A familiar one at that. One, two, three, four. Like the drums, like their hearts beating, he couldn't help it. It seeped into everything he did, even stupid little things he didn't even notice. He never sped the pace up, he didn't want the Doctor to come this early. Oh no, he just wanted him hard and desperate, to want something and enjoy something, even if he knew he shouldn't.

"How did it feel when Gallifrey burnt and you knew, you knew, that you were the one to end such a powerful and great race?" the Master asked, his own arousal spiking at the topic, desperate to do something but he had to warm up, to get the Doctor going a little more. To mix his pleasure with such a horrible and painful topic... seemed fitting. "How did it feel? I bet it felt amazing. To be a God like that."

The Doctor stared at the Master with horror, wishing his body wouldn't react and, even more, wishing that his mind wouldn't, his hearts. His thighs were trembling, he wasn't even surprised when his hips moved up again. His knuckles had turn white with how hard he clenched his hands into fists, pressing his nails into his palm.

He wished he could have talked. Could have defended himself, no, just explain. Just make the Master see, make the only other being in the universe who could understand. Understand why he did it, understand why he had no choice. Instead all he could do was shake his head, pointlessly blinking away tears. That wasn't it. That wasn't why he'd done it and that wasn't how it felt.

But there was a guilty voice at the back of his head and it sounded so much like the Master.

The Master stopped just as he felt the pre come dripping down his hand, the Master's throbbing almost painfully. He draw his hand back and started to undo his own trousers, kicking them off hastily. What a day to go commando. Climbing back up the bed in just his shirt and nothing more, the Master raided his bedside table for the lube he'd stashed away for whenever this occasion came.

Pulling back with what he wanted in his hand, he paused just over the Doctor and watched the tear tracks that had appeared on his face He ran his finger along one, wiping it away with a thoughtful look.

"Have you taken a bite yet? For all your biter self loathing, if you really did feel bad and wanted to be punished, surely you'd do something you wouldn't feel good about. Like, say, taking a bite out of a pear."

True enough, but now it mixed with his stubbornness and so despite not exactly disagreeing with the notion, the Doctor kept his mouth open, not biting down on the pear. Yet. He didn't really have any illusions about how much longer he would be able to keep that up, all things considered. His hips shifted and when he strained against the cuffs this time the thought was less on freedom itself and more on touching himself, which was a far less noble sentiment. But the Master knew that he wasn't the man he'd like to be and he was ever so good at reducing him further.

His eyes were on the Master and once more he tugged on the cuff. He wanted to touch him, of course he did. He wanted to taste him, hold him, be with him, the heat of desire mixing with something simple and warm and incredibly painful, because he knew it was gone forever.

The whine was muffled, barely more than a whimper, but a definite change from the grunts and protests he'd managed so far. He wanted, that was the worst thing about it all.

"You're such a child."

Not even biting the pear, what an idiot. Oh well, time to give him a reason to bite. Trying his best to ignore the whine, he forced himself to push passed his own aching cock to focus on the Doctor. Covering his hand generously with the lube, he began the process of loosening him. After all, the Doctor was probably a virgin down there. Usually was. The Master was too, to be perfectly fair. This regeneration at least, he'd only really had Lucy.

It soon went from one finger to two, curling around to try and hit the right spot to make the Doctor bite down and hold back his cries. Or let them out. Either way, the Master would be pleased.

"You should like this, you know? If you relax. Lucy always likes it, says I'm amazing. So there's one reference for you, if you're wondering. As to the massage girls though I've never quite gotten too far yet. They're shy, you know how it is."

For one thing, the Doctor didn't know how it was, for another he really didn't want to know, either. He didn't like the thought of the Master using Lucy the way he was for various reasons. Most of them at least were more noble in nature, but there was plain old possessiveness in there and that was just enough to make his cheeks flush.

Not that his face hadn't heated up by now anyway, with the way he was clenching down around the Master, body unable to decide if it wanted to move toward or away. He was squirming and there were helpless moans, very well muffled. Until of course there was the moment when he was hit just right and he started to scream but tried to stop and he bit down. The pear's sweet, disgusting juices immediately flooded down his throat, the scent filling his nose and he had to turn his head to the side, retching. It took every ounce of willpower to keep from spitting the pear out. The Doctor closed his eyes, unable to keep them from tearing up.

Once more he whined, whimpered, as close to a plea as it could get. Anything would be better than this.

And the Master burst into laughter. Not even cruel laugher, just actual amusement. What a reaction to a pear of all things. A bloody pear. Yes, he'd understand if it was like vinegar or petrol he'd shoved into his mouth and forced him to swallow but it wasn't. It was a fresh farmers market pear. A nice one too actually, he had one the other day and enjoyed it.

Pulling his fingers out, the Master swiftly covered himself in some of the lube, making sure he was ready before he took advantage of the Doctor's lowered awareness to push himself into his best enemy, grabbing onto the Doctor's hips to keep himself gripped and get a little leverage. It was a difficult thing to do, to try and not hurt the Doctor but luckily, he seemed loose enough. And clearly more effected by the pear than the entry.

The Master leaned down, just over the Doctor with a small happy smile on his face. One might even call it innocent, a pure look of amusement and no cruelness, no slyness, just a warm bright smile. Any other situation, it could be mistaken for normal. "You're such an idiot, it's a pear. I like pears."

As the juice ran out from the side of the Doctor's mouth, the Master licked it up as he thrusted, clearly enjoying himself.

It was almost funny, true, the Doctor could appreciate that. Hell, as disgusting as this tasted, it wasn't as if he couldn't in some form even embrace that, a bit of masochism, a bit of being forced. It was the threat that truly made this bitter, that kept him from seeing this as innocent. Forced to taste something he hated and if he fought it, someone would die.

But the Master's smile was almost enough to make him forget about that and the way the Master moved inside him... Well, that was making him bite down on the pear even more, swallowing to keep from choking on its juices. He really hoped he could wash the taste out after this was over, but currently he was quite kept in the moment, eyes on the Master as he felt himself getting close.

Could be worse.

The Master kept moving, falling into an easy rhythm, moving in time to the noise in his head as he thrusted into the Doctor easily, trying to keep control of himself so he didn't come before the Doctor. No, he wanted the Doctor to do that first, to counter-act the horrible taste of the pear. It was an interesting way of preparing the Doctor, he liked to think. Mixing what he disliked with what he liked. It was a good way to set a tone for the future.

After all, nothing came easy with the Master. Nothing was completely nice.

The Master sped the pace up, panting slightly as he moved forward until his face was by the Doctor's neck, leaving little kisses in a trail down till he hit the collar bone, playfully biting him to leave a mark. A sign that he'd been there.

Oh, the neck. Of course it'd have to be the neck and damn this regeneration for being so very sensitive. His eyes fluttered and his head fell back, the moan ended in a desperate sob, because he wanted his hands in the Master's hair and that taste out of his mouth and he wanted this to be different, but in that one blissful moment it was almost possible to forget.

He would have shouted if it hadn't been for the pear, but his body was more than expressive enough, shuddering, tightening, lifting off the bed before he slumped back down. He started struggling right after, because he wanted to be free. He wanted to hold him.

The Master pushed in deeper, gripping onto the Doctor's shoulder as he pulled himself away from teh collar and back onto the Doctor's face. The pear had been fun and completely stopped the Doctor from running the fun so he didn't really want to remove it. But he knew he had too. Moving as fast as he could, he made sure to give the Doctor an onslaught of pleasure as a distraction while his one hand moved up, taking a hold of the pear pulling it as loose as he could, curious to see if the Doctor would spit it out without his permission.

Would he be tempted? Probably not. He waited a moment to see before gripping it a little tighter and yanking it free from the Doctor's mouth.

Before he had chance to say anything or spit anything out, the Master took control of his mouth, pulling him into a kiss so that he was the first thing he tasted. He was the first new experience. The best new experience. It was lovely, he tasted just like pears. Who didn't like that?

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