Tickle

97. Writer's Choice – Tickle (807 words)
Ten/Simm!Master

"No! No it's not fair!" the Master was screaming... as the Doctor tickled him to death.

The Jones Family and Lucy stood in shock and disgust as they watched their hero, whom they'd stood by these long 365 days tickle the arch villain who had ensnared the entire planet.

"No! No! Stop it!" the Master was crying, writhing on the floor, but the Doctor's expert fingers knew no mercy and went after his ribcage with a vengeance.  The shirt was a poor shield against them.

Leaving the Master in a suitable state of incapacitated giggles, the Doctor stood up panting. "What?"

Everyone just stared.

"Ah, come on, don't look at me that like! I figured out long ago all he needs is a good ti-waaaaaaaah!" the Doctor fell as the Master hooked a leg around his and pulled him to the floor.  Unfortunately, this game worked two ways: the Doctor tickled the Master, and the Master groped him back.  Sometimes it was the other way around. It was always hard to tell with those two.

Pushing him down, the Master wriggled on top of him, asserting his position as dominant, and kissed him hard.  "Tickle me will you," he muttered feverishly, reaching under the Doctor's shirt and jacket to run his fingers up his chest.

The Doctor bit his lip and whimpered loudly.  Fortunately, everyone was taking the hint that now would be the time to get out while they were err... distracted... since no one REALLY wanted to watch this... well, they weren't going to ADMIT to it anyway.

The Master grinned, "Say my name, Doctor," he teased his tie from the inside of his shirt, "say it and everything's yours... I'm yours..." the Master attacked his neck and grabbed the Doctor's hands, spreading them out wide, just in case he was thinking about trying to fight back.

The Doctor whimpered again, panting a hundred times worse than before.  He was going down fast, he could feel his name coming to his lips, ready to come out in a scream if he kept biting like that... the Doctor shuddered.  He realized he had only one option, the Master's secret weakness, the most ticklish place on his whole body, it was a risky move, but he had to go for it... his inner thigh!

Squirming under him, the Doctor managed to wrap a leg around him and in a mild tussle the ended up face to face on their sides, with the Master trying to reestablish dominance.  Grabbing his thigh, the Doctor's curious fingers hunted for that spot as he saw the Master's eyes flash, ah, but there it was!  The Master froze, his eyes snapping closed as the Doctor stroked perfectly over that over sensitive spot.

The Doctor gasped in relief as a delighted purr emanated from the Master.  But then he opened his eyes again and the Doctor knew his reprieve was over because as useful as the 'spot' was, it was a one time deal and he was ALWAYS worse after he'd used it...

"Oh, Doctor," he continued to purr, but his look was predatory, "if you wanted that..." And without mincing further words, the Master lunged for him, pinning him to the ground and this time the Doctor knew there was no escape... death by tickling it would be.

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Later:

The Master was cuddled close to the Doctor like he always did and never admitted.  The Doctor didn't mind, in fact he liked it, but he'd never admit that either. He just stared up at the ceiling of the Valiant and tried to make his mind work, to think of ANYTHING, but it was just a mushy blank space that kept saying, 'Master... Master... Master... Master...' with little pink hearts around it, over and over and over again, cooing like a love-struck teenager.  Nothing ever changed.

"You still remember my 'spot'," the Doctor could feel him grinning into his shoulder.  He didn't say anything, trying to deny it would be suicide and affirming it would make him blush.

The Master stroked his chest absently, "You've acquired a few new ones..." the affectionate grin continued inexorably.

"Being young does that, more sensitive," the Doctor leaned down and licked behind his ear, satisfied with the prompt shiver in return, "like that for example..." the Doctor smiled, having gotten a bit of his own back.

He could tell the Master was rolling his eyes. "Well, it'll be fun to experiment then won't it..." he purred leaning over him again.

"What? Experimenting?! Here? Now?!" the Doctor began to panic, attempting to reach for his coat, maybe with his sonic he could...

"Mmmm, yes now," the Master nuzzled his neck and then nipped JUST the way he liked... and it quickly became apparent to the Doctor that he would not be leaving the Valiant for SOME TIME.