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The whole time, Dr. Smith watches him, and Harry tries not to pay attention, to ignore the other man's gaze, until it becomes too much. He glares, dark brown eyes meeting the doctor's, making the other man raise his eyebrows for a moment before approaching him.
“Can I assume you're going to talk today?” The doctor asks, his hand gesturing for the chairs in the room, facing each other. He hates those chairs.
“Not bloody likely,” he grunts.{ }
Harold Saxon is a patient at the St. Jude's Psychiatric Hospital in the countryside of England due to his unstable and aggressive behavior, even if he has no idea how he had ended up there, or who had brought him to that place. He just knows he hates it, and that he hates the doctor who keeps trying to treat him even more.
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‘I’m a hedonist, Doctor. I’m not about to deprive myself from pretty things.’ He inched closer as he continued, ‘and you’re the prettiest of them all.’
The Master reached out as he tilted the Doctor’s chin up with his index finger. ‘And look at that face,’ he said, met with a pair of deep hazel eyes that contained the universe, and the Master wanted their devotion.
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Another story where they (eventually) fuck on the Valiant. The Master is shameless, the Doctor is annoyed.
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Written as a request for telepathy sex, with the Doctor thinking he has the upper hand, but not.
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01 Mar 2025
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Properly Indecent by ruyusanxian
Fandoms: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who & Related Fandoms
26 Sep 2020
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"You were jealous," the Master says, holding the Doctor's gaze, unwavering and impassive. Not a question but a statement, clipped and sure.
Heat flashes in the Doctor's cheeks again, rushing to his ears and neck. "You were causing a scene," he deflects, finding it difficult to maintain eye contact with the Master, the other's amber stare as if piercing easily through him.
A slow, confident grin creeps up the Master's face. "I was not. I only danced."
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Post-EoT AU. Tumbling into a broom closet isn't quite what the Doctor envisioned when he wheedled the Master into attending a ball in Victorian England, but he should've never underestimated the Master's propensity for trouble. (Or more accurately, the strength of his own jealousy.)
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17 Dec 2024
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“Stop saying my name..”
“Really? Huh.. Thought you liked that.”
“Not like this I don't, you bloody pompous nitwit..” He grumbled while instinctively tightening his hold around the other man's torso, holding him up as if it would keep him from disappearing again with the realization dawning on him that it was too late. Far too late..
The Doctor was already slipping away.