Prompt # 21 - Walking Stick
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best_enemiesI'm so sorry. Surely, most people immediately thought of the First Doctor when they read this prompt, or how sexy a distinguished gentlemanly limp can be or whatever.
Title: Shared Interests
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ten/Simm!Master (in their usual post TLoTL Master-didn't-die scenario)
Warnings: crack, possible squick, Spoilers for Sound of Drums
Summary: It's not always easy matching up their kinks when they regenerate.
"You want WHAT?"
The Doctor gawked at the Master with disbelieving horror in his eyes. The Master was sitting on the bed with a very keen, happy expression, stroking the beautiful chestnut wood walking stick in his hands. Normally, the sight of the Master's hands caressing an object that was longer than it was wide would have made the Doctor instantly randy. But his mind was still stuck at WHAT. Even the fact that the Master was wearing pinstriped pyjama pants that belonged to the Doctor and nothing else didn't help.
Somehow, the Master managed to mimic an old, bent person walking with a stick without getting up from the bed. His favourite game in this regeneration was charades. "I want you to take that stick," he brandished the walking stick, "and walk," he mimicked, "around the room." A more tasteful person would have stopped here and left the rest unsaid, but the Master cheerfully added (he was always very eager to make himself understood), "While I'm going to sit here and wank at the sight."
The Doctor was an open-minded person. It was something of a necessity, since each of his regenerations tended to come with a new and surprising set of kinks, and the Master was just as creative, only he regenerated more. But this was bad. This was worse than the regeneration of the Master who had insisted on military roleplay in the bedroom (which wouldn't have been a problem a regeneration *later*, when the Doctor had shared that particular interest, but the Master's timing was always so bad.). This was possibly even worse than the time the Master had been an ectoplasmic snake possessing a not terribly attractive human and told the Doctor all about his views on bestiality while chaining him up above the Eye of Harmony.
The Doctor's blank mask of incredulity slowly cracked and turned into a grimace. "I don't believe this! You actually didn't age me up on the Valiant to humiliate me, but because you have an old people kink? We're both finally young and good-looking and very able-bodied, and you fantasise about me being bent and wrinkly?!"
The Master nodded with a big smile, happy that the Doctor had finally grasped the concept. Somewhere on the way to his eyes, the smile acquired a mean gleam. "I believe the word you're looking for is 'gerontophilia', not 'old people kink'. And could you slobber a bit? That's the best part."
The Doctor narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "This is your revenge for the time one of me made one of you dress up in rainbow colours, isn't it?"
A Cheshire grin spread slowly on the Master's face. "Perhaps. We also shouldn't forget that three separate regenerations of yours showed up on the Cheetah planet to indulge in some *very* naughty fantasies."
"I was attempting to re-socialise you! Wait... three? But I don't remember – "
"They do say memory weakens with age. Oh, and Doctor? You can keep the glasses on."
Title: Shared Interests
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ten/Simm!Master (in their usual post TLoTL Master-didn't-die scenario)
Warnings: crack, possible squick, Spoilers for Sound of Drums
Summary: It's not always easy matching up their kinks when they regenerate.
"You want WHAT?"
The Doctor gawked at the Master with disbelieving horror in his eyes. The Master was sitting on the bed with a very keen, happy expression, stroking the beautiful chestnut wood walking stick in his hands. Normally, the sight of the Master's hands caressing an object that was longer than it was wide would have made the Doctor instantly randy. But his mind was still stuck at WHAT. Even the fact that the Master was wearing pinstriped pyjama pants that belonged to the Doctor and nothing else didn't help.
Somehow, the Master managed to mimic an old, bent person walking with a stick without getting up from the bed. His favourite game in this regeneration was charades. "I want you to take that stick," he brandished the walking stick, "and walk," he mimicked, "around the room." A more tasteful person would have stopped here and left the rest unsaid, but the Master cheerfully added (he was always very eager to make himself understood), "While I'm going to sit here and wank at the sight."
The Doctor was an open-minded person. It was something of a necessity, since each of his regenerations tended to come with a new and surprising set of kinks, and the Master was just as creative, only he regenerated more. But this was bad. This was worse than the regeneration of the Master who had insisted on military roleplay in the bedroom (which wouldn't have been a problem a regeneration *later*, when the Doctor had shared that particular interest, but the Master's timing was always so bad.). This was possibly even worse than the time the Master had been an ectoplasmic snake possessing a not terribly attractive human and told the Doctor all about his views on bestiality while chaining him up above the Eye of Harmony.
The Doctor's blank mask of incredulity slowly cracked and turned into a grimace. "I don't believe this! You actually didn't age me up on the Valiant to humiliate me, but because you have an old people kink? We're both finally young and good-looking and very able-bodied, and you fantasise about me being bent and wrinkly?!"
The Master nodded with a big smile, happy that the Doctor had finally grasped the concept. Somewhere on the way to his eyes, the smile acquired a mean gleam. "I believe the word you're looking for is 'gerontophilia', not 'old people kink'. And could you slobber a bit? That's the best part."
The Doctor narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "This is your revenge for the time one of me made one of you dress up in rainbow colours, isn't it?"
A Cheshire grin spread slowly on the Master's face. "Perhaps. We also shouldn't forget that three separate regenerations of yours showed up on the Cheetah planet to indulge in some *very* naughty fantasies."
"I was attempting to re-socialise you! Wait... three? But I don't remember – "
"They do say memory weakens with age. Oh, and Doctor? You can keep the glasses on."
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