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He was dying. He knew that. He wasn’t stupid. But he wouldn’t regenerate immediately. He couldn’t. He had one last thing to do. One last someone. His TARDIS shook under his body as he curled in on himself. It would find him. He knew that.
His TARDIS shuddered to a stop and he hauled himself to his feet, knowing what lay outside for him. He stumbled out the door, immediately running into the Doctor.
“What—” he gasped out before the Master grabbed him by the lapels and forcefully kissed him. He gave a little grunt of surprise into the Master’s mouth, then shoved at his chest. It didn’t work. The Master was stronger than him, with the will of a dying man to boot.
The Master eventually broke the kiss, gazing at the Doctor’s lips, red and shiny from the kiss, his expression dazed. Oh, how he had missed this. He just needed this one last time before he died and probably became a bottom or something. He wanted to maintain his power. He needed to maintain that. He’d seen the way she looked at him. He couldn’t have that.
He picked at the hem of the Doctor’s shirt until it came free and he could slide his hands underneath. “Master,” he whimpered, the Master’s cold hands shocking him back to reality. “Stop.”
“Be a good boy for me,” he whispered instead. “Let me have this.”
“I don’t want this,” he protested.
“Sure you do,” the Master said, his tone growing dangerous.
“Please,” he begged.
“I’m dying, Doctor,” he hissed. “This is all I want.” That made him give in. He was too nice for his own good, and so, so easy to manipulate. The Master kissed him, smiling against his mouth. His hands slid down his stupidly thin frame, down into his pants, grabbing the only place he really had any meat on him.
The Doctor let out a little gasp and pressed himself into the Master’s chest. He shivered as the Master trailed a finger down, gently pressing his ass, then going down further to play with his pussy.
He whined as the Master circled his entrance and pushed a fingertip in. The Doctor moaned and shook. “Good boy,” the Master said, teasing him with the fingertip. The Doctor moaned again. Nothing got the Doctor wetter and sluttier than some praise.
“I don’t like this,” he whimpered.
“That’s too bad,” he growled. “You wouldn’t deny me this, right, Doctor?”
“Yes, Master,” the Doctor mumbled.
“I can’t hear you,” he snarled, pulling his finger out of the Doctor’s pussy.
“Yes, Master,” the Doctor hissed, louder.
“I don’t like the way you said that,” he snapped. “Try again.”
“Yes, Master.” The barest hint of a whimper tore from his throat as he said it.
“That’s a good boy,” the Master said, smiling smugly, his face inches away from the Doctor’s. He stared into those warm brown eyes, filled with hope and love and defiance and fear. He would break the resolve in those eyes. He would this time. With that, he pushed the Doctor down onto the forest floor and followed after.
The Doctor gave a surprised yelp as his back hit the hard ground. “Not here—” he gasped out before the Master was on top of him, undoing the buttons of his shirt.
“Yes here,” the Master snarled, positioning himself between the Doctor’s legs so the Doctor could feel the bulge in his pants. “I don’t have the time to waste getting your royal highness a comfy bed.” The Doctor whimpered, tears pricking at his eyes. “Don’t give me that,” he snapped.
The Doctor grumbled and turned his head away from the Master’s gaze. The Master didn’t care, continuing to undo the Doctor’s buttons, eventually ripping open his shirt, making the Doctor gasp as the cold air hit his nipples.
“Still so perky,” he smirked, blowing air across the Doctor’s chest and watching as his nipples stiffened. The Doctor bit his lip and stifled a whine. The Master knew how sensitive the nipples on this body were, and he intended to exploit that. He took a nipple into his mouth, feeling the Doctor squirm and whimper underneath him. He liked the way he whimpered.
His hand trailed down the Doctor’s stomach, making him twitch, then flicked open the buttons of the Doctor’s trousers. He began to pull the Doctor’s trousers and underwear down as much as possible before he had to release the Doctor’s chest and use both hands. He pulled them off, letting the Doctor’s half-hard cock slap pathetically against his stomach.
“Cute,” he commented before dipping a finger into the Doctor’s pussy and bringing it to his mouth as if he was engaging in some sort of Doctor flavored wine tasting. He decided the Doctor was wet enough, not that he had time for foreplay anyhow.
He pushed down his pants and pulled his cock out, pressing it to the Doctor’s entrance before slamming in. The Doctor screamed, the noise tearing from his throat, the sound raw and broken, no pleasure tinging the edges to soothe it like honey. The Doctor’s body was pulsating with pain, his muscles tensing, trying to push the Master out. It was giving him stomach cramps. He sobbed.
The Master began to thrust, each agonizing movement feeling like hot coals being raked along his insides. Tears rolled down his face, the earth hungrily drinking them in like the way the Master drank up the Doctor’s pain. The Doctor sobbed into the ground as his muscles continued to spasm, trying to accommodate the girth. He might’ve been bleeding, but he truly had no idea. All he knew was it hurt.
Eventually, the Doctor’s body adjusted, sending tinges of pleasure down his spine with every movement, but it still didn’t feel good. He didn’t know why, because it should. His body seemed to be enjoying it, but he just couldn’t. It should’ve felt good. He was providing his best friend with relief before he died. He just lay there, letting the Master do whatever he wanted, not fully feeling like he was in his own body.
He thought he came at some point, not that he cared. There was a dick moving inside him, sending waves of pleasure throughout his body, but he just couldn’t connect them to his brain. He couldn’t describe it. He knew his body was moaning and twitching with pleasure, but he was trapped inside his own mind, a separate entity, aware of his movements but unable to control them.
He didn’t know how long it had been. It could’ve been anywhere from ten minutes to an hour for all he knew. What he did know was the Master cumming inside him brought him back to his senses. Everything hurt. His pussy was sore, his limbs were aching, and tears were streaming down his face, whether they were from pleasure or pain he didn’t know.
The Master pulled out and said something the Doctor’s foggy brain couldn’t process as he tugged his clothes back on. The Doctor waited until he could hear the sounds of the Master’s TARDIS leaving to curl in on himself and cry until his throat was raw.