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It's raining.

Usually, the Doctor doesn't mind the rain so much. Granted, this is less by choice and more by necessity, since living in Cardiff and hating the rain would lead to a very miserable existence indeed. However, he's got used to it; has even learned to appreciate the soft, calming atmosphere of lying in bed and listening to the sound of raindrops pattering against the bedroom window.

( Right now, though, he's not lying in bed. )

The Doctor is drunk.

He hadn't quite realized this until the Master had shown up at his apartment, wanting to drop off some paperwork, and had started to drop some dry remarks. The Doctor had protested--he wasn't drunk, he hadn't meant to get drunk. He'd had a glass of wine, no more than two, maybe. But as he had followed the Master's dry sideglance at the bottle, he'd seen that it actually was mostly empty. He's still not quite sure how that happened.

He doesn't really care right now, though. The Master refused to stop his taunting, invading the Doctor's personal space, and at some point, the Doctor lost his patience. They had ended up on the couch, the Doctor straddling the Master's lap, kissing the other man and touching him, his hands under the Master's shirt running over smooth, warm skin. A sudden desire had washed through him--to claim the Master, to own him, make him his. When he'd told the Master as much, the other man had seemed intrigued by the idea.

They're in the bedroom now. The Doctor followed the Master from the living room and is now leaning in the doorway, watching, arms crossed as his heart beats in his chest and his erection strains against the fabric of his jeans. The Master stands before him, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. There's a red bitemark on the side of his neck, and the top two buttons of his shirt are undone.

The Doctor licks his lips. "Take your clothes off."

The Doctor resents his mun's insinuations of his alleged shallowness. He is above these kind of things. No really.

ETA: Okay, maybe not.

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.

( You skinny twit, you think he's coming over there for *you?* )

BECAUSE I AM WEAK. And because this meme usually provides a lot of lulz and interesting scenarios.

If you woke up one morning and found me in your bed, what's the first thing you'd think or say?

The Doctor

Living the Dream

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It's the in-bed meme again.

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