My first batch of recs

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 Hello, everyone!

The theme of today’s recs will be Five/Ainley!Master. Follow the fake cut if that’s your cup of tea. 

Title: Size Matters
Pairing: Five/Ainley!Master
Length: ~2000 words. Ahaha…in light of the theme of this fic, quantifying its “length” amuses me greatly. Anyway, moving on.
Summary: The Master is enamoured of his new Trakenite body, and he feels that the Doctor should be as well.
Warnings: None. Rating is NC-17, though
Author on LJ (or Teaspoon, or Prydonian): birdsarecalling 

Why this must be read: I am relatively new to the fandom, and I have been reading fics with an apprentice’s eye. I like to identify challenges in writing Doctor/Master and then see how my favorite fics deal with said challenges. Five, I think, more than any of the other Doctors (except maybe Ten, but that’s really a different issue), seems determined not to play the Master’s games. I think this can make writing playful and fun Five/Ainley!Master smut a bit of a challenge. I simply love the way that   birdsarecalling  deals with this problem here. The thought process that leads the Doctor to...do what he does...is just so very Five, and his thoughts about the Master are just right. Of course, it hardly needs saying that Ainley!Master is also wonderfully in character in this fic. He's imperious, shameless, and maybe, just maybe, more than a bit besotted. If you haven’t read “Size Matters,” don’t waste a moment more! Go ahead and read this deliciously witty story.

Excerpt:

"There's only so much room in this chamber, my dear. But in deference to your delicate sensibilities, I will comply." The Master shifted his hips to the left, putting the length of his Trakenite endowment into profile. "My thanks?"

"I'm sorry, what?" The Doctor asked, having briefly lost his train of thought.

"You said that you'd thank me," the Master elaborated. He was smirking and entirely pleased with himself, which was so predictable that it sent the Doctor spiralling safely back into exasperation. The Master absolutely could not be allowed to think that he was intimidating the Doctor with this lewd behaviour -- the basest and most gauche means by which male primates asserted dominance -- and it was becoming clear that if the Doctor wanted to walk out of this room with the upper hand, he was going to have to sink to the Master's level.

Well, fine. Fine. He could do exactly that. The Doctor was over seven centuries old and, more importantly, he had been acquainted with the Master for as long as either of them could remember. He knew a homoerotic situation when he was in one.

Link to the story: http://bad-remedy.livejournal.com/15844.html#cutid1

And now, to round out this post, a Five/Ainley!Master vid rec and a Five/Ainley!Master art rec:

First, the vid:

And now, the art (I can't seem to take my eyes off of this one): http://rainwhitehart.deviantart.com/gallery/?offset=48#/d2x271v