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dreamtofbeing) wrote2009-05-05 03:48 pm
dreamtofbeing) wrote2009-05-05 03:48 pm
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Human!Verse--Chatplay
A chatplay spin-off of this thread: the Doctor, human and rooming with Goth tarot reader Lu in DC, internet-magically appears in human!Master's bedroom in the Master's flat in Cardiff. They've both been human for a while and have put aside their differences. Well, no, they haven't. But they're trying?
Rated R.
kikainogimon: Sorry, no spider-mutants, says the Master.
teyla: aw, says the Doctor. there's nothing much to do then, is there?
kikainogimon: Pfft. The Master says the Doctor plays innocent as poorly as ever.
teyla: the Doctor says he's not *playing* anything.
kikainogimon: The Master says come here and get that ridiculous clothing off and they'll see who's not playing what.
teyla: the Doctor says hmmmmnope. He's comfortable right where he is. Why doesn't the Master come over *here*?
kikainogimon: The Master says you skinny twit, you think he's coming over there for *you?* *he so is*
teyla: The Doctor says yep, he thinks the Master is doing just that.
kikainogimon: He just wanted to end up on this side of the bed. That's all. The Doctor happened to be there.
teyla: Right. The Doctor will just get up and get tea then. If the Master doesn't care if he's there or not.
kikainogimon: The Master says oh no you don't. *grabs the Doctor by his shirt collar and pulls him back down onto the bed*
teyla: Oi! This shirt isn't his, don't ruin it. *And he shouldn't have said that, because of course, now the Master will. 9_9*
kikainogimon: *oh, yes, yes he will. Though, actually, it's easier to get someone out of a t-shirt *without* ruining it, so maybe he won't* Then whose shirt *is* it? *TW never tells him anything :|*
teyla: It's-- *no wait.* Why do you want to know? *The Master isn't jealous or anything, is he?* *And the Doctor isn't doing anything to get out of this shirt himself. This is far too much fun.*
kikainogimon: *yes, he is* Just wondering if I should be jealous, Doctor. *hm, this t-shirt material is rubbish for tearing easily, he'll just start rucking it up the Doctor's chest. Or just be an idiot and stick his head up under the Doctor's shirt. Cozy in here :3*
teyla: Jealousy is a petty, pointless emotion, Master. *There's nothing going on with him and Lu, but the Master doesn't need to know that. Also, what the--* What are you doing? *He has a Master in his t-shirt. Morning stubble on his stomach, that tickles. He squirms a little, and is now trying to pull his t-shirt up, but the Master is holding on to the bottom seam.*
kikainogimon: But so flattering. *says the Master-in-the-shirt* *The Master kisses the Doctor's navel and then works his way up, before catching on to the fact that the Doctor is apparently ticklish. Heh. He rubs his almost-whiskers against the Doctor's abdomen* Kootchy-kootchy-coo.
teyla: *Mhm, okay, the kissing's nice, even if the stubble against his skin is still making him twitch. He's about to answer something about how in the Master's case, jealousy isn't flattery but a default state, when the Master starts rubbing his cheek against his side, making the Doctor gasp with breathless laughter.* Don't! No tickling, Master, that's--ungh.
kikainogimon: What was that, Doctor? *and now it's time to bring the fingers into play, too. Muahahaha, the Master shall tickle you, Doctor, and you shall be defenseless >:D*
teyla: *Oooh, no, you don't. The Master may have crawled into his t-shirt--and seriously, what, Master--but that means that he's just as trapped as the Doctor. And will get disoriented when the Doctor starts squirming in earnest, which he will do now. Squirming, and making rather high-pitched noises of laughter/discomfort.* Stop, Master, I--pfft, I mean it. *And he'll tickle back, if he can. The Master's naked. Some tickly spot should be in reach.*
kikainogimon: *damn, his evil plans always do backfire! He . . . didn't realize he was ticklish, too, but he must be, because the Doctor's long fingers spidering along his sides, up under his arms, make him break out laughing and curl up, twisting sideways to try to get away from the Doctor's hands, still half-buried in the Doctor's shirt* Ahahahaha--stop--bloody--oh--*he breaks out giggling again, oh, Rassilon, it isn't that *funny,* the human body makes no sense, which *is* actually kind of funny, and heeheehee--* Doctor!
teyla: *Oh, now look at that, the Master's ticklish as well. *And* squirmy as hell, and oops, the Doctor thought he did hear something rip there. Sorry, Lu. He'll get you a new shirt. Right now, he's got the Master out of his t-shirt, though, which means he's mostly stopped tickling the Doctor.* Stop what, Master, hm? *He continues for another couple of moments, just because he can, and then flips the Master onto his back, trying to pin him down.* The human nervous system has the most fascinating glitches, doesn't it. *He grins down at the Master, somewhat out of breath. Hee, Master. Gotcha.*
kikainogimon: *the Master grins back up at the Doctor, trying like hell to get his breath back. Rassilon. The *lungs* in this body--they work so hard and seem to get so very *little* accomplished. But there's something about being out-of-breath, naked, with the Doctor pinning him down in his silk sheets which has its own very definite appeal* Ticklish. We're *ticklish.* *they would have had fun with that back in Academy*
teyla: We definitely are. *And mhm, yes, the Doctor has to agree. Pinning down an out-of-breath, naked Master does definitely have its very own appeal. A somewhat arousing one. He bends down and runs his tongue along the Master's jawline, nibbling and teasing.* This phenomenon will have to be thoroughly investigated, don't you agree?
kikainogimon: Oh, yes. *Very* thoroughly. *the Master turns and raises his head to catch the Doctor in a kiss. The Doctor tastes different, and that's still a novelty, the flavor of him. As he deepens the kiss, he arches up against the Doctor, brushing against his still-clothed pinning body. Mm. He's missed you, Doctor. They really should stage research sessions like this more often*
teyla: *Hmm. He's missed this, too, but on the other hand, too much of a good thing and all that. Doesn't matter right now, though. Right now, he's kissing the Master back, and yes, the taste is different. But so is everything else--the touch, the feeling of the Master's body pressing against his. The single heartbeat he can feel in his own chest, and the single heartbeat he can feel as he runs a hand over the Master's chest upwards behind his neck. Different, but essentially the same. They still fit like two pieces of the same puzzle. At least in moments like this.*
kikainogimon: *The sensitive nerve endings there are gone, but he remembers what it *should* feel like, the Doctor's fingers on the nape of his neck, and the memory makes it almost as good. He closes his eyes, the better to savor the touch, and then pushes up against the Doctor's pinning hands, trying to reverse their positions or at least flip them over onto their sides. He needs to get your *clothes* off, Doctor, and he can't very well do that with his hands pinned*
teyla: *The Doctor chuckles, low and way back in his throat, when the Master starts pushing against him. Nothing ever changes. He breaks the kiss and pulls back, sitting up in a kneeling position and pulling the t-shirt over his head, flinging it aside. Then he grins down at the other man.* Come on, then, Master. Let's investigate.
kikainogimon: Let's. *and there's something about being human that means every time he sees the Doctor, the man looks different--and not in the drastic manner of regeneration. The human body is constantly in flux, in small ways--scars and bruises and aging and levels of fitness and health--and it all adds up to something subtle but real. Constant, inevitable change. The Doctor is always a novelty now--a precious one, limited, his time leaving him just as the Master's leaves, each day* *and screw introspection--after an appreciative survey of the Doctor's bare chest, the Master leaps up and tackles him, trying to tip him over onto the bed with the Master on top. HA*
teyla: *The Doctor was expecting something like this--after all, this is the *Master*--but the Master's enthusiasm comes as somewhat of a surprise. The Doctor is tackled! And falls back onto the bed with an 'oomph'. Only there isn't quite enough bed behind him, which means that he starts to slide down over the side immediately. Out of reflex, he wraps his arms around the Master, trying to hold on, which means that they both go tumbling over the side of the bed.* What the-- Master! *And he does end up pinned down by the Master, only not on the bed, but on the floor in front of it.*
kikainogimon: *Well. That wasn't quite the expected result, but he'll take it.* Soooo, Doctor. *he kisses him briefly* I think we've just confirmed gravity. What to test next?
teyla: *The Doctor's out of breath, and his back hurts where he hit the floor, but he finds he doesn't care. He's laughing, and when the Master kisses him and then pulls back, he instinctively tries to follow him with his mouth.* I don't know. What about thermodynamics? The heat the human body produces when stimulated. *He can't really move, the way he's pinned down by the Master, but he still pushes his body up against the other man's as good as he can.*
kikainogimon: *that, that is quite distracting. And entirely approved of* I *like* that idea. Brilliant as ever. *the Master shifts his own hips, tugging the Doctor's pajama pants lower with just the friction of his body* I hope we won't spontaneously combust. *and he moves to shimmy them down further with his hands. *Everything* off, Doctor.*
teyla: *Ooh. He can feel the Master's erection pressing against his own, and the friction makes the laughter turn into a gasp. He wriggles his hips, trying to get rid of the unwelcome fabric that's preventing skin-to-skin contact. Everything off, yes, the Doctor completely approves of that idea. With their combined efforts, the pants are off pretty quickly, and the Doctor reaches out with his free hand that's not pinned down and pulls the Master towards him for a kiss, pushing his hips upwards against the Master's.* It takes quite a lot of heat for that to happen. *He kisses the Master again, nibbling and biting on the other man's lower lip.*
kikainogimon: We should determine precisely--*the Master returns the Doctor's kisses, smiling ferally as the Doctor bites at him, grinding his own hips down against the Doctor, and the human body is remarkably responsive in certain ways, the lack of mental contact focusing everything down to the physical. It's very *simple.* Like the game of 4-dimensional chess. Simple, but endless variations*--how much. *and his hand goes down to caress the Doctor*
teyla: We definitely--oh. *His words die momentarily when the Master's hand wraps around his erection. It's different, when you're human, but he's gotten used to the lack of mental stimulation by now, and the heat coiling at the base of his spine is definitely enough to make his thought processes cease for a moment. He thrusts his hips upwards and arches his back, his head tipping backwards and exposing a lot stretch of throat.* We definitely should.
kikainogimon: *Something clearly *has* to be done with that throat. The Master slips some of his weight to the side, leaning over that so that he can run one hand up the arch of it, followed by his mouth, kissing, soft, wet kisses with the touch of a tongue in each. His own throat works, catching, and his other hand pulses up and down, up and down, establishing a slow, teasing rhythm, a slow counterpoint to his own internal beat. It's caught inside his skull now, that sound, that drive, and he can't share it, not directly, but this is the next best thing*
teyla: *The Doctor can feel the rhythm, pulsing up his spine and spreading throughout his body, taking him over. The Master's mouth on his throat is hot and wet and warm, and he turns his head to one side, trying to give the Master as much access as possible. He reaches out with his free hand, but the way he's pinned between the Master and the floor he can't reach anything but the Master's back. So he runs his hand up the Master's back and over the nape of his neck into his short but surprisingly soft hair.* I've missed you. *He has. It's not just *this* he's been missing, it's the Master.*
kikainogimon: *The Master shakes his head under the Doctor's hand, and he moves the hand stroking the Doctor's throat to the floor beside him, the tangle of sheets that followed them down, so that he can shift his weight to his arm and lean in to kiss the Doctor, deeply, tongue probing and desperate, to shut him up* Don't talk. You idiot. *and he kisses him again.*
teyla: *The Doctor is only to happy to be shut up this way, and returns the kisses, his hand on the back of the Master's head pulling him in as close as possible, tasing the familiar new taste and running his tongue against the Master's, over the other man's lips and teeths. His movements are getting more erratic now, though, more desperate, he's close, his whole nervous system coiled like a spring, the heat concentrating at the bottom of his spine and the pulse running through his body getting closer and closer to pushing him over the edge. He's running out of breath, but he doesn't want to pull back, doesn't want to lose contact.*
kikainogimon: *And current actions to the contrary, the Master is nothing if not a manipulative bastard, so he will slow down. His kisses slow to match the pace, moving out to touch along the line of the Doctor's jaw, back to the curve of his throat and then up again* You know-- *he mentions faux-idly, though there's heat and tension to match that in the Doctor's body tensed at the back of his voice* --I just remembered I brought some paperwork home from the office last night. *kiss* I should *really* go see to that. *lying bastard*
kikainogimon: I'm told it's *urgent.* *caress~*
teyla: *When the Master pulls back instead of pushes forward, the Doctor makes a displeased sound in the back of his throat. His synapses stumble and then rearrange themselves, and when he has processed the Master's words--which takes a couple of moments--his hand on the back of the Master's head tenses almost automatically.* Oh no, you don't. *It takes some effort, but he manages to shift so his other hand is freed. The move makes the Master's hand slip away, and the loss of touch elicits a grunt from the Doctor, but he quickly moves so he can reach between them. He pushes his hips upwards and wraps his fingers around both his and the Master's erections, the skin-to-sensitive-skin contact sending a shiver down his spine.* Urgent can wait.
kikainogimon: *The Master gasps, an inadvertent, unguarded, small sound, as they touch. He used to be able to predict the Doctor--though the resolution of the Year might suggest otherwise--but he's changed, as a human being. It's a pleasant change, but a disorienting one--sometimes, he takes, now, instead of reasons and waits. Sometimes he is not so very vulnerable as he used to be* That's--*he presses against the Doctor, the stimulation of skin on skin on skin making it difficult to find the way around sensory stimulation to the end of his sentence*--quite an argument. *Rassilon, Doctor, you're learning. But why so late?*
teyla: *It's the Master's turn to shut up now. The position they're in is awkward and won't let the Doctor move as freely as he wants, so he pushes upwards in an attempt to tip the Master over on his side. It's more of a nudge than a push, though, because the Doctor's hands are busy; his right is stroking up and down, a fast rhythm that quickly rebuilds the knot of heat in his spine, and his left pulling the Master towards him for a rough, sloppy kiss.*
kikainogimon: *When the Doctor pulls him in towards him, the Master loses his own balance, the anchor of the hand he's been leaning on slipping in the slick pool of the sheets, and he more tilt-falls into the kiss than answers it with any control. The Doctor's cheating now, not letting the Master remain in control, and he feels the hypersensitive tingle of his skin, that massive organ, sensitive in so many places and in so many gradients, as his body presses against the Doctor's, the hairs raising on his arms, the hot tugging pull of the Doctor moving against him, of his own rising arousal, painful and mind-consuming. When he was a Time Lord, the drums would have risen up now, become everything, even more than the pleasure, but now, as a human--they're nothing. Nothing beside the beat of his ridiculous single heart and the Doctor's and the rhythm of the Doctor's hand and the fact that they are so *close* but not close enough. The Master lets himself be tipped over, grabbing the Doctor's head in his hands to force the kiss deeper, feeling far away the thrill of a taboo broken--a feeling he hasn't had in centuries. He's letting the Doctor take control, following this small change. Idiot, idiot Doctor. He's missed you*
teyla: *The Doctor didn't actually expect the Master to relent, so when he does, the Doctor's push does more than tip them on their sides. The Master's on his back now, with the Doctor on top, the same position they were in before with the roles reversed. The Doctor is surprised, and the surprise quickly joins the rest of the stimulating impulses in his body. The angle is much better now, he can actually coordinate the movements of his hand, squeezing and letting off and running a thumb over the slick heads. He suddenly wishes this were more, wishes he were *inside* the Master, as close as two humans can get, but it won't happen this time. The thought is giving him the last push he needs, the tension in his body uncoiling, and as he comes, he bites down on the Master's lip, warmth spilling over his fingers and down onto the Master's stomach.*
kikainogimon: *That warmth spilling across him curls down into his stomach, strokes up against the tension in him, making it arc up higher and higher, painfully, incredibly tight, and then release, burst in the slight wet pain of the Doctor biting his lip and the greater bloom of sensation and he crushes the Doctor's face to him, invading him, clinging to him, trying to bring him with him through that feeling. To touch him. Damn you, Doctor. Damn you. Damn his hands in your hair and the taste of you in his mouth and the warmth of you and the way that they're dying and can never quite make *contact.* Aliens. They're aliens. When it's over, he lets his head fall back against the sheets under him and his body go slack and he looks up at the Doctor with a small loose smile, to cover everything he feels. Rassilon. It's all ending, isn't it?*
teyla: *The Doctor can feel more warmth on his hand as the Master tenses and pulls him in even closer, their teeth clashing and the Master's tongue deep in his mouth, invading, taking his breath away. Then the Master lets go and falls back, and the Doctor pulls back as well, catching his breath, answering the Master's smile with one of his own that says, yes. It's all ending, and it always was. He breaks eye contact after a moment, though, and rolls off the Master onto his back, the floor cool against his bare skin. He looks blankly up at the ceiling, waiting for his nerve endings to stop tingling. He feels like he should say something, but his brain hasn't quite reached that level of coherency yet.*
kikainogimon: *The Master *has* to say something. It's what he does. He never lets things rest. Silence is vulnerability, the possibility of being seen and found out.* Who gave you the shirt? *And he closes his eyes and headdesks at himself internally. *That?* That is the first thing his mind gives him? Thank you very much, human mental processes*
teyla: *The Doctor snorts. Some things *never* change.* Nobody. I borrowed it off Lu. I had no clean ones left. *And he has a feeling he's going to be in trouble for ruining it. It didn't look like a generic a-dime-a-dozen t-shirt.*
kikainogimon: *The Master's more reassured by that answer than he should be. He's not a sentimentalist, it doesn't matter what the Doctor does with this own time, it's not as though they'll ever see one another for more than a day or two here and there for the rest of their short lives, if Torchwood has its way. But it's the answer he wanted, and he clamps it away tight, possessive, in his chest* Lu? *but he really doesn't care who Lu is. He must be one of the Doctor's friends, another one. He's not giving the Doctor shirts, and that's all that's important* *the Master turns his head to look at the Doctor, and reaches across to touch his hair. That hair*
teyla: *The Doctor automatically turns his eyes up when the Master touches his hair, but of course, he can't see anything that way, so he turns his head around instead, giving the Master a small, marginally puzzled smile. It's not exactly like the Master to *stay*, let alone initiate any physical contact, after sex. Humanity did change him, too.* My flatmate. Luduan. He's a-- *And he's suddenly interrupted by a yawn. It is, after all, almost three in the morning for him right now.* He's a tarot reader.
kikainogimon: *It did. He's very alone as a human being, and he hasn't realized yet, that, really, humans don't do all that well that way.* *the Doctor's answer earns a short laugh and an incredulous smirk* A mystic. You're shacking up with a quack. *he shrugs and rolls to his feet. He wants coffee and a shower. Perhaps both with the Doctor*
teyla: He's more of an untrained psychologist, really. *Which, basically, is a quack. Oh well. The Doctor debates for a moment just staying where he is--it's not exactly comfy, but neither will getting up be--but then he climbs to his feet as well. He could go for a shower, but he's more leaning towards shower-and-bed than shower-and-coffee.*
kikainogimon: *timezones are a bugger. The Master gets to not have meme-jetlag, and will be disappointed with the Doctor for *going to sleep.** No fun.*
teyla: *he may be able to convince the Doctor to stay up. The Doctor is pretty big picture about his sleeping schedule. It'll probably end up with the Doctor falling asleep on the Master's living room couch later in the day, though.*
Rated R.
kikainogimon: Sorry, no spider-mutants, says the Master.
teyla: aw, says the Doctor. there's nothing much to do then, is there?
kikainogimon: Pfft. The Master says the Doctor plays innocent as poorly as ever.
teyla: the Doctor says he's not *playing* anything.
kikainogimon: The Master says come here and get that ridiculous clothing off and they'll see who's not playing what.
teyla: the Doctor says hmmmmnope. He's comfortable right where he is. Why doesn't the Master come over *here*?
kikainogimon: The Master says you skinny twit, you think he's coming over there for *you?* *he so is*
teyla: The Doctor says yep, he thinks the Master is doing just that.
kikainogimon: He just wanted to end up on this side of the bed. That's all. The Doctor happened to be there.
teyla: Right. The Doctor will just get up and get tea then. If the Master doesn't care if he's there or not.
kikainogimon: The Master says oh no you don't. *grabs the Doctor by his shirt collar and pulls him back down onto the bed*
teyla: Oi! This shirt isn't his, don't ruin it. *And he shouldn't have said that, because of course, now the Master will. 9_9*
kikainogimon: *oh, yes, yes he will. Though, actually, it's easier to get someone out of a t-shirt *without* ruining it, so maybe he won't* Then whose shirt *is* it? *TW never tells him anything :|*
teyla: It's-- *no wait.* Why do you want to know? *The Master isn't jealous or anything, is he?* *And the Doctor isn't doing anything to get out of this shirt himself. This is far too much fun.*
kikainogimon: *yes, he is* Just wondering if I should be jealous, Doctor. *hm, this t-shirt material is rubbish for tearing easily, he'll just start rucking it up the Doctor's chest. Or just be an idiot and stick his head up under the Doctor's shirt. Cozy in here :3*
teyla: Jealousy is a petty, pointless emotion, Master. *There's nothing going on with him and Lu, but the Master doesn't need to know that. Also, what the--* What are you doing? *He has a Master in his t-shirt. Morning stubble on his stomach, that tickles. He squirms a little, and is now trying to pull his t-shirt up, but the Master is holding on to the bottom seam.*
kikainogimon: But so flattering. *says the Master-in-the-shirt* *The Master kisses the Doctor's navel and then works his way up, before catching on to the fact that the Doctor is apparently ticklish. Heh. He rubs his almost-whiskers against the Doctor's abdomen* Kootchy-kootchy-coo.
teyla: *Mhm, okay, the kissing's nice, even if the stubble against his skin is still making him twitch. He's about to answer something about how in the Master's case, jealousy isn't flattery but a default state, when the Master starts rubbing his cheek against his side, making the Doctor gasp with breathless laughter.* Don't! No tickling, Master, that's--ungh.
kikainogimon: What was that, Doctor? *and now it's time to bring the fingers into play, too. Muahahaha, the Master shall tickle you, Doctor, and you shall be defenseless >:D*
teyla: *Oooh, no, you don't. The Master may have crawled into his t-shirt--and seriously, what, Master--but that means that he's just as trapped as the Doctor. And will get disoriented when the Doctor starts squirming in earnest, which he will do now. Squirming, and making rather high-pitched noises of laughter/discomfort.* Stop, Master, I--pfft, I mean it. *And he'll tickle back, if he can. The Master's naked. Some tickly spot should be in reach.*
kikainogimon: *damn, his evil plans always do backfire! He . . . didn't realize he was ticklish, too, but he must be, because the Doctor's long fingers spidering along his sides, up under his arms, make him break out laughing and curl up, twisting sideways to try to get away from the Doctor's hands, still half-buried in the Doctor's shirt* Ahahahaha--stop--bloody--oh--*he breaks out giggling again, oh, Rassilon, it isn't that *funny,* the human body makes no sense, which *is* actually kind of funny, and heeheehee--* Doctor!
teyla: *Oh, now look at that, the Master's ticklish as well. *And* squirmy as hell, and oops, the Doctor thought he did hear something rip there. Sorry, Lu. He'll get you a new shirt. Right now, he's got the Master out of his t-shirt, though, which means he's mostly stopped tickling the Doctor.* Stop what, Master, hm? *He continues for another couple of moments, just because he can, and then flips the Master onto his back, trying to pin him down.* The human nervous system has the most fascinating glitches, doesn't it. *He grins down at the Master, somewhat out of breath. Hee, Master. Gotcha.*
kikainogimon: *the Master grins back up at the Doctor, trying like hell to get his breath back. Rassilon. The *lungs* in this body--they work so hard and seem to get so very *little* accomplished. But there's something about being out-of-breath, naked, with the Doctor pinning him down in his silk sheets which has its own very definite appeal* Ticklish. We're *ticklish.* *they would have had fun with that back in Academy*
teyla: We definitely are. *And mhm, yes, the Doctor has to agree. Pinning down an out-of-breath, naked Master does definitely have its very own appeal. A somewhat arousing one. He bends down and runs his tongue along the Master's jawline, nibbling and teasing.* This phenomenon will have to be thoroughly investigated, don't you agree?
kikainogimon: Oh, yes. *Very* thoroughly. *the Master turns and raises his head to catch the Doctor in a kiss. The Doctor tastes different, and that's still a novelty, the flavor of him. As he deepens the kiss, he arches up against the Doctor, brushing against his still-clothed pinning body. Mm. He's missed you, Doctor. They really should stage research sessions like this more often*
teyla: *Hmm. He's missed this, too, but on the other hand, too much of a good thing and all that. Doesn't matter right now, though. Right now, he's kissing the Master back, and yes, the taste is different. But so is everything else--the touch, the feeling of the Master's body pressing against his. The single heartbeat he can feel in his own chest, and the single heartbeat he can feel as he runs a hand over the Master's chest upwards behind his neck. Different, but essentially the same. They still fit like two pieces of the same puzzle. At least in moments like this.*
kikainogimon: *The sensitive nerve endings there are gone, but he remembers what it *should* feel like, the Doctor's fingers on the nape of his neck, and the memory makes it almost as good. He closes his eyes, the better to savor the touch, and then pushes up against the Doctor's pinning hands, trying to reverse their positions or at least flip them over onto their sides. He needs to get your *clothes* off, Doctor, and he can't very well do that with his hands pinned*
teyla: *The Doctor chuckles, low and way back in his throat, when the Master starts pushing against him. Nothing ever changes. He breaks the kiss and pulls back, sitting up in a kneeling position and pulling the t-shirt over his head, flinging it aside. Then he grins down at the other man.* Come on, then, Master. Let's investigate.
kikainogimon: Let's. *and there's something about being human that means every time he sees the Doctor, the man looks different--and not in the drastic manner of regeneration. The human body is constantly in flux, in small ways--scars and bruises and aging and levels of fitness and health--and it all adds up to something subtle but real. Constant, inevitable change. The Doctor is always a novelty now--a precious one, limited, his time leaving him just as the Master's leaves, each day* *and screw introspection--after an appreciative survey of the Doctor's bare chest, the Master leaps up and tackles him, trying to tip him over onto the bed with the Master on top. HA*
teyla: *The Doctor was expecting something like this--after all, this is the *Master*--but the Master's enthusiasm comes as somewhat of a surprise. The Doctor is tackled! And falls back onto the bed with an 'oomph'. Only there isn't quite enough bed behind him, which means that he starts to slide down over the side immediately. Out of reflex, he wraps his arms around the Master, trying to hold on, which means that they both go tumbling over the side of the bed.* What the-- Master! *And he does end up pinned down by the Master, only not on the bed, but on the floor in front of it.*
kikainogimon: *Well. That wasn't quite the expected result, but he'll take it.* Soooo, Doctor. *he kisses him briefly* I think we've just confirmed gravity. What to test next?
teyla: *The Doctor's out of breath, and his back hurts where he hit the floor, but he finds he doesn't care. He's laughing, and when the Master kisses him and then pulls back, he instinctively tries to follow him with his mouth.* I don't know. What about thermodynamics? The heat the human body produces when stimulated. *He can't really move, the way he's pinned down by the Master, but he still pushes his body up against the other man's as good as he can.*
kikainogimon: *that, that is quite distracting. And entirely approved of* I *like* that idea. Brilliant as ever. *the Master shifts his own hips, tugging the Doctor's pajama pants lower with just the friction of his body* I hope we won't spontaneously combust. *and he moves to shimmy them down further with his hands. *Everything* off, Doctor.*
teyla: *Ooh. He can feel the Master's erection pressing against his own, and the friction makes the laughter turn into a gasp. He wriggles his hips, trying to get rid of the unwelcome fabric that's preventing skin-to-skin contact. Everything off, yes, the Doctor completely approves of that idea. With their combined efforts, the pants are off pretty quickly, and the Doctor reaches out with his free hand that's not pinned down and pulls the Master towards him for a kiss, pushing his hips upwards against the Master's.* It takes quite a lot of heat for that to happen. *He kisses the Master again, nibbling and biting on the other man's lower lip.*
kikainogimon: We should determine precisely--*the Master returns the Doctor's kisses, smiling ferally as the Doctor bites at him, grinding his own hips down against the Doctor, and the human body is remarkably responsive in certain ways, the lack of mental contact focusing everything down to the physical. It's very *simple.* Like the game of 4-dimensional chess. Simple, but endless variations*--how much. *and his hand goes down to caress the Doctor*
teyla: We definitely--oh. *His words die momentarily when the Master's hand wraps around his erection. It's different, when you're human, but he's gotten used to the lack of mental stimulation by now, and the heat coiling at the base of his spine is definitely enough to make his thought processes cease for a moment. He thrusts his hips upwards and arches his back, his head tipping backwards and exposing a lot stretch of throat.* We definitely should.
kikainogimon: *Something clearly *has* to be done with that throat. The Master slips some of his weight to the side, leaning over that so that he can run one hand up the arch of it, followed by his mouth, kissing, soft, wet kisses with the touch of a tongue in each. His own throat works, catching, and his other hand pulses up and down, up and down, establishing a slow, teasing rhythm, a slow counterpoint to his own internal beat. It's caught inside his skull now, that sound, that drive, and he can't share it, not directly, but this is the next best thing*
teyla: *The Doctor can feel the rhythm, pulsing up his spine and spreading throughout his body, taking him over. The Master's mouth on his throat is hot and wet and warm, and he turns his head to one side, trying to give the Master as much access as possible. He reaches out with his free hand, but the way he's pinned between the Master and the floor he can't reach anything but the Master's back. So he runs his hand up the Master's back and over the nape of his neck into his short but surprisingly soft hair.* I've missed you. *He has. It's not just *this* he's been missing, it's the Master.*
kikainogimon: *The Master shakes his head under the Doctor's hand, and he moves the hand stroking the Doctor's throat to the floor beside him, the tangle of sheets that followed them down, so that he can shift his weight to his arm and lean in to kiss the Doctor, deeply, tongue probing and desperate, to shut him up* Don't talk. You idiot. *and he kisses him again.*
teyla: *The Doctor is only to happy to be shut up this way, and returns the kisses, his hand on the back of the Master's head pulling him in as close as possible, tasing the familiar new taste and running his tongue against the Master's, over the other man's lips and teeths. His movements are getting more erratic now, though, more desperate, he's close, his whole nervous system coiled like a spring, the heat concentrating at the bottom of his spine and the pulse running through his body getting closer and closer to pushing him over the edge. He's running out of breath, but he doesn't want to pull back, doesn't want to lose contact.*
kikainogimon: *And current actions to the contrary, the Master is nothing if not a manipulative bastard, so he will slow down. His kisses slow to match the pace, moving out to touch along the line of the Doctor's jaw, back to the curve of his throat and then up again* You know-- *he mentions faux-idly, though there's heat and tension to match that in the Doctor's body tensed at the back of his voice* --I just remembered I brought some paperwork home from the office last night. *kiss* I should *really* go see to that. *lying bastard*
kikainogimon: I'm told it's *urgent.* *caress~*
teyla: *When the Master pulls back instead of pushes forward, the Doctor makes a displeased sound in the back of his throat. His synapses stumble and then rearrange themselves, and when he has processed the Master's words--which takes a couple of moments--his hand on the back of the Master's head tenses almost automatically.* Oh no, you don't. *It takes some effort, but he manages to shift so his other hand is freed. The move makes the Master's hand slip away, and the loss of touch elicits a grunt from the Doctor, but he quickly moves so he can reach between them. He pushes his hips upwards and wraps his fingers around both his and the Master's erections, the skin-to-sensitive-skin contact sending a shiver down his spine.* Urgent can wait.
kikainogimon: *The Master gasps, an inadvertent, unguarded, small sound, as they touch. He used to be able to predict the Doctor--though the resolution of the Year might suggest otherwise--but he's changed, as a human being. It's a pleasant change, but a disorienting one--sometimes, he takes, now, instead of reasons and waits. Sometimes he is not so very vulnerable as he used to be* That's--*he presses against the Doctor, the stimulation of skin on skin on skin making it difficult to find the way around sensory stimulation to the end of his sentence*--quite an argument. *Rassilon, Doctor, you're learning. But why so late?*
teyla: *It's the Master's turn to shut up now. The position they're in is awkward and won't let the Doctor move as freely as he wants, so he pushes upwards in an attempt to tip the Master over on his side. It's more of a nudge than a push, though, because the Doctor's hands are busy; his right is stroking up and down, a fast rhythm that quickly rebuilds the knot of heat in his spine, and his left pulling the Master towards him for a rough, sloppy kiss.*
kikainogimon: *When the Doctor pulls him in towards him, the Master loses his own balance, the anchor of the hand he's been leaning on slipping in the slick pool of the sheets, and he more tilt-falls into the kiss than answers it with any control. The Doctor's cheating now, not letting the Master remain in control, and he feels the hypersensitive tingle of his skin, that massive organ, sensitive in so many places and in so many gradients, as his body presses against the Doctor's, the hairs raising on his arms, the hot tugging pull of the Doctor moving against him, of his own rising arousal, painful and mind-consuming. When he was a Time Lord, the drums would have risen up now, become everything, even more than the pleasure, but now, as a human--they're nothing. Nothing beside the beat of his ridiculous single heart and the Doctor's and the rhythm of the Doctor's hand and the fact that they are so *close* but not close enough. The Master lets himself be tipped over, grabbing the Doctor's head in his hands to force the kiss deeper, feeling far away the thrill of a taboo broken--a feeling he hasn't had in centuries. He's letting the Doctor take control, following this small change. Idiot, idiot Doctor. He's missed you*
teyla: *The Doctor didn't actually expect the Master to relent, so when he does, the Doctor's push does more than tip them on their sides. The Master's on his back now, with the Doctor on top, the same position they were in before with the roles reversed. The Doctor is surprised, and the surprise quickly joins the rest of the stimulating impulses in his body. The angle is much better now, he can actually coordinate the movements of his hand, squeezing and letting off and running a thumb over the slick heads. He suddenly wishes this were more, wishes he were *inside* the Master, as close as two humans can get, but it won't happen this time. The thought is giving him the last push he needs, the tension in his body uncoiling, and as he comes, he bites down on the Master's lip, warmth spilling over his fingers and down onto the Master's stomach.*
kikainogimon: *That warmth spilling across him curls down into his stomach, strokes up against the tension in him, making it arc up higher and higher, painfully, incredibly tight, and then release, burst in the slight wet pain of the Doctor biting his lip and the greater bloom of sensation and he crushes the Doctor's face to him, invading him, clinging to him, trying to bring him with him through that feeling. To touch him. Damn you, Doctor. Damn you. Damn his hands in your hair and the taste of you in his mouth and the warmth of you and the way that they're dying and can never quite make *contact.* Aliens. They're aliens. When it's over, he lets his head fall back against the sheets under him and his body go slack and he looks up at the Doctor with a small loose smile, to cover everything he feels. Rassilon. It's all ending, isn't it?*
teyla: *The Doctor can feel more warmth on his hand as the Master tenses and pulls him in even closer, their teeth clashing and the Master's tongue deep in his mouth, invading, taking his breath away. Then the Master lets go and falls back, and the Doctor pulls back as well, catching his breath, answering the Master's smile with one of his own that says, yes. It's all ending, and it always was. He breaks eye contact after a moment, though, and rolls off the Master onto his back, the floor cool against his bare skin. He looks blankly up at the ceiling, waiting for his nerve endings to stop tingling. He feels like he should say something, but his brain hasn't quite reached that level of coherency yet.*
kikainogimon: *The Master *has* to say something. It's what he does. He never lets things rest. Silence is vulnerability, the possibility of being seen and found out.* Who gave you the shirt? *And he closes his eyes and headdesks at himself internally. *That?* That is the first thing his mind gives him? Thank you very much, human mental processes*
teyla: *The Doctor snorts. Some things *never* change.* Nobody. I borrowed it off Lu. I had no clean ones left. *And he has a feeling he's going to be in trouble for ruining it. It didn't look like a generic a-dime-a-dozen t-shirt.*
kikainogimon: *The Master's more reassured by that answer than he should be. He's not a sentimentalist, it doesn't matter what the Doctor does with this own time, it's not as though they'll ever see one another for more than a day or two here and there for the rest of their short lives, if Torchwood has its way. But it's the answer he wanted, and he clamps it away tight, possessive, in his chest* Lu? *but he really doesn't care who Lu is. He must be one of the Doctor's friends, another one. He's not giving the Doctor shirts, and that's all that's important* *the Master turns his head to look at the Doctor, and reaches across to touch his hair. That hair*
teyla: *The Doctor automatically turns his eyes up when the Master touches his hair, but of course, he can't see anything that way, so he turns his head around instead, giving the Master a small, marginally puzzled smile. It's not exactly like the Master to *stay*, let alone initiate any physical contact, after sex. Humanity did change him, too.* My flatmate. Luduan. He's a-- *And he's suddenly interrupted by a yawn. It is, after all, almost three in the morning for him right now.* He's a tarot reader.
kikainogimon: *It did. He's very alone as a human being, and he hasn't realized yet, that, really, humans don't do all that well that way.* *the Doctor's answer earns a short laugh and an incredulous smirk* A mystic. You're shacking up with a quack. *he shrugs and rolls to his feet. He wants coffee and a shower. Perhaps both with the Doctor*
teyla: He's more of an untrained psychologist, really. *Which, basically, is a quack. Oh well. The Doctor debates for a moment just staying where he is--it's not exactly comfy, but neither will getting up be--but then he climbs to his feet as well. He could go for a shower, but he's more leaning towards shower-and-bed than shower-and-coffee.*
kikainogimon: *timezones are a bugger. The Master gets to not have meme-jetlag, and will be disappointed with the Doctor for *going to sleep.** No fun.*
teyla: *he may be able to convince the Doctor to stay up. The Doctor is pretty big picture about his sleeping schedule. It'll probably end up with the Doctor falling asleep on the Master's living room couch later in the day, though.*