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Title: Ask A Stupid Question
Author: Kuroshokora
Rating: R-ish?
Length: 802 words
Characters/pairings: Simm!Master, Lucy Saxon, Theta/Koschei, Ten/Master if you squint
Summary: Lucy wants to know about the Doctor. Master is happy to divulge.
Notes: Quick and short, a plot bunny that was eating at me. A little bit crack-ish.

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   ‘Tell me about him?’

   The Master cracked an eyelid, looking sideways at Lucy, who was gazing at him with round blue eyes.

   ‘About who?’ he yawned, rolling onto his side.

   ‘The Doctor. You knew him from before, didn’t you?’

   He blinked in surprise, opening his eyes properly to look at her.

   ‘You could say that. You could say we were old school friends.’ He said casually, propping his head on one arm.

   ‘What happened?’ Lucy prompted curiously, splaying a slender hand out on his chest and laying her head on his shoulder, her blonde hair tickling his throat.

   ‘You were friends? Close friends? Now you’re trying to kill each other…?’

   ‘Funny you should ask that. Because I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. Okay I’ll tell you about the Doctor. Only he wasn’t called that back then, but that doesn’t really matter. We were close… you have no idea.’

   He stroked Lucy’s hair absently as he remembered out loud.

   ‘I was telling Drax about types of algorithms and trying to explain the sixth dimension. Drax was a lazy git; I don’t think he actually cared about the laws of time and space. Never did graduate. Anyway, we were sitting there, and he ran over in tears. The Doctor, I mean. Though he wasn’t called the Doctor yet. Well, ANYWAY, he was crying because he’d failed this exam, and he came to find me. So he threw himself in my arms and he was crying on me, and we somehow ended up snogging. Weird, that. Drax just laughed at us and said it was about time, and we should go get a room.’

   The Master stared up at the ceiling, almost forgetting that Lucy was there as he carried on his monologue.

   ‘I suppose he was right though; it was going to happen sooner or later. We were always so close; it was a bond stronger than any other. Mental, emotional, and now it was physical. I remember the first time he let me in his robes. He was so nervous, and I thought it was really sexy. He was blushing and he was so, SO beautiful. He had soft blonde hair and I had one hand in it as I kissed him. His hair was really blonde. He had really blue eyes too. I always said… anyway, I’m digressing. He was shaking I think, and looking at me with his big blue eyes. I was being slow, even though I didn’t really want to. I even asked him, over and over again, if this was okay, if it was what he wanted. I was a bit of a ponce back then. We were just learning to mind link, telepathy y’see, and it seemed kind of romantic, so I joined with his mind and our thoughts were flowing together all jumbled up, but that’s how we were anyway. We were like twins sharing the same mind; we always knew what the other was thinking. Right now I knew how much he wanted me, and that turned me on so much because I liked how shy he was. I stripped all his robes off and then all mine, and he was looking at me like I was the best thing in the world, like he was looking into the heart of a dying star. I almost thought he was going to start crying again. So I touched him, and I held him, and I fucked him. He was so tight, I guess you could expect that from a virgin, and he was babbling. He always babbled when he got nervous or excited. I told him to shut up, and I kissed him quiet. Moving inside him, that felt incredible because it wasn’t just my cock up his arse, it was his mind around mine, bubbling and frantic and terrified but so passionate and alive. I could feel his hearts beating fast in his chest and he was chanting to me in his mind, everything he was too damn proper to say out loud. Telling me just what to do to make him writhe and scream, telling me how much he loved me. It was… intense, I guess. Yeah, intense. Best I’ve ever had. Best I ever will have.’

   He let out a low sigh, staring wistfully up at the ceiling, lost in thought. Then he grinned, looking at Lucy and completely disregarding her white face and wide eyes.

   ‘Then he threw me in a black hole and tried to kill me. The end.’

   He stroked Lucy’s chin affectionately, smiling brightly and kissing her forehead. She stared at him, a look of complete shock on her face, but he didn’t really notice. He wrapped his arm around her, stroking her hair and holding her close but not really looking at her. If he had, he might have realised that the look currently on her pretty, worshipful face was quite a nasty one.

   ‘Any more questions?’