Two words and a punctuation:

SONIC PENI!

Who looks at a penis, and says 'hey, this thing could use a little more sonic'? Jack can't fathom it. He never could fathom the sonic angle to things, why not microwaves? Some more reliable radiation? Of course, he can't fathom a lot of things right now, or even fathom that he can't fathom it being sonic. It's in his mouth, and he's had bigger, but the feeling...

The Doctor does more than moan when he feels good. It's something he broadcasts, with that lightly telepathic mind of his, something Jack can sense and absorb through his skin. In his mouth, in his throat, so hot, tight and tortured--

And it resonates.

God, but it resonates.

The obvious!

Doctor/Master. Kink is Doctor topping! lol, so rare it's a kink.

"Don't make me hurt you."

"Oh, get serious! You don't do that sort of thing. You're the Doctor, the hero, the saviour, the Great and Noble, it's a wonder you don't wear red long underwear with a big "D" on your chest. You don't, do you?"

"Not in this regeneration. But even heroes have the off days. Trousers down, face forward over the table. Do it now or I seriously will hurt you."

*disbelieving snort, which turns into abrupt curse* "Oww!"

"I said I'd hurt you!"

"Pinching is against the rules, I read that somewhere!"

"Well, you should learn by now that I mean what I say."

"Oh fibber, you don't! You bluff ever so much - and don't think I haven't noticed. What's that - a sonic screwdriver! Oh really, what do you plan to do with that, untie my shoelaces? reprogramme my nipples?"

"No, it has a new programme phase. Input a certain number here, select this setting, point and --"

*Bliss* *Oh great Omega and his large tests...what...that's...!!!!*

"The arousal setting. Worked, did it?"

"Umm. No. Not at all. Oh look, I have a malfunction with my pants!"

*sound of fumbling, fabric rustling*

"I can help you with that. Do you want me to help you with that?"

"Oh, well...ah...no, not the screwdriver again..!!!...argh...."

"Say my name."

"D..D...Doctor..."

"Hmmm....and your name is..?"

"...Deeper...yes...fuckme"

"Much better name than the other one."

Doctor/Master, each trying to top the other in bed and failing.

(because anyone who gets either of their chars knows that neither of them would make a good bottom...)

Somehow, it had come to this. In all their times together, always, always it had been the Master on top, despite all protest and pleas. Not that protest or pleas had ever swayed the Master- indeed, the Doctor knew it was futile, but it made the Master happy, and so despite producing no results, he continued on.

Still, this time he meant it. He was tired of being the bottom, and what more, he was just plain sore. There's only so much that can be said for being the Master in more ways than one, when it starts to have rather adverse affects on your sex life. Or at least, some rather sore parts. The Doctor deserved a break, and he would take it.

Well, that's what he planned, anyway.

"Come on, don't make me use the sonic screwdriver!"

"There is no way, not in the five sphincters of the Silurian homeworld!"

"Just turn over, damnit!"

"Over my regenerated body!"

"Don't tempt me, this one's already wearing thin!"

"Huh! How dare you?!"

And so it continued into the night, and in the end the two sank sweaty and tired into the Masters down matress, dissatisfied and disgruntled (though it can be said the Master had rather enjoyed himself), and each too much of a match for the other.

Susan Foreman/Luke Smith.

Both as teens (at roughly the same age).

Both are Unearthly Children, and they would have the most dorky alien sex ever.

Both Time Lords penetrating Jack at the same time. Art enthusiastically welcomed, or fic with lots of lovingly explicit details. :D

Master/Doctor, not necessarily that order

"Greatest Stimulation"

Delgado!Master/Ainley!Master

Self-admiration, vanity, something like that.

Rani/Doctor or Rani/Master YES SHE TOPS

Brain Juice

Delgado!Master/Anyone

Caracal

Ainley!Master/Five

Attention

Ainley!Master/Six

Bondage

Six/Peri would be great, involving his coat.

Nyssa/Tegan, with Nyssa topping, yes.

The Doctor (TEN) and prof. Yana.
Can't u just feel the brain waves, can't u feel the tesion, can't u feel the "ohh my.."
Barebacking make easy especially with Yana's rather smooth waist coat.

There isn't time and the world is ending and the drumbeat pounds and doesn't stop. This man is beautiful and familiar like death and it's so easy to take his hand and keep walking, the lab is on the right but the bedroom is on the left and the shuttle is already gone. The shuttle is gone and the drumbeat pounds and there's no time, no time, you may not be yourself in another moment and this man is beautiful, beautiful and tentative, touching your waistcoat, undoing your buttons like the young boy he isn't and you never were. Then his lips are on yours, his hands under your clothes, and the drums are louder, beating, and you open your mouth like you need him to breathe.

There's no time, but there is time for this man to pull back. "I wonder..." he says. There's something pulling at your mind, and you think you know, it's like he's breaking you down to get in and it feels like life, like the universe not ending but you know it is and the drumbeat doesn't stop. He thumbs open your eyelids to stare as your eyes widen and he stares like he wants to fuck your soul and you want it but you don't know how to get it. You want to be naked and under him, his cock all the way inside you. You whimper and close your eyes and the brain waves flow through your mind.

The world is ending and this man wants you and you don't know who you are but you will be damned if you let this last time pass. He's naked soon, your hands must have done it, and then he's moving and he's on you and his tongue is in your mouth and his cock is in your arse and it feels like truth. He's stripping you down with his body and his mind, and under it all there's something that maybe you don't want to know but you want him to strip you, you're hungry for it, it tastes like survival and feels like life. It feels like something you remember, and your watch is open when you open your eyes.

Shalka!Doctor/Android!Master (doesn't have to be in that order, though!)

TARDIS/Doctor. You know she tends to him well.

The TARDIS had learned how to create psychic projections of her consciousness years ago, though the apparitions kept mainly to the library, sorting through the books the Doctor had haphazardly replaced after an attempt at reading them. Many still had bookmarks tossed among the pages. But, on occasion, this Grey Lady would venture out from the inner sanctum of the ship to watch her Doctor as he worked, to see him from a different perspective as he ran his hands over her console, tended to her needs, or simply pet her affectionately, as he was wont to do.

After they were both infected with anti-time and exiled from the universe, the TARDIS opted for this route even more, perhaps as penance for what she'd done to the Doctor while he was Zagreus and she in the control of Rassilon. Perhaps because she simply wanted to learn.

Living with the Doctor has long as she had, she firmly believed it was simply a learning experience.

This time, she found him sleeping peacefully in the control room, lounging in the old, worn recliner he'd picked up on Earth some time ago, a book hanging from his hand. Charley, her systems told her, was in her room and sleeping.

Good. No disturbances.

The TARDIS approached the Doctor quietly, tilting her head as she neared, and reached out to gently touch his hair, her fingers twining through the curly strands. He murmured, shifting a little in the chair, and the ship smiled, both as the Grey Lady now kneeling before her Doctor, and in the pleased hum of her systems. Her other hand found his cheek and pressed to it, the backs of her fingers caressing flesh, much as he often caressed her, and she felt a thrill run through her when he stirred, eyes opening, and smiled at her.

"Hello there, old girl," he said simply, catching her hand in his. "I was wondering when you'd come out."

The TARDIS met his gaze, her systems -- for just the briefest moment -- experiencing the oddest hiccough before righting themselves. She hadn't expected him to wake, hadn't expected him to know her. But of course he knew her, would know her, just as she'd know him no matter how he looked. And so she said nothing and continued to touch, to learn through feeling what her Doctor was like, and he let her, an amused smile brightening his features the longer she continued to explore his being.

When she kissed him, even he was surprised, pulling back a moment to watch her inquisitively. She did not look away. She'd learned, while infected, that this body she created could cause pain, that these projections were as real as any companion he brought on board. And if she could bring him pain, didn't it also stand to reason she could bring him pleasure?

She said as much and the Doctor laughed, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "You always do, you know," he said softly, leaning in to return the kiss, his free arm snaking around her and pulling her close. "My friend. My constant companion. The only one I can trust, so completely. You've always brought me happiness."

Her systems hummed a little louder, a gentle, all-encompassing purr, in response. If the lighting grew a little dimmer, or the air a little warmer, heavier, well...he didn't say anything, and she was too busy learning more about him to care.

Romana II/Ten; A special reunion? although any is good.

Rani/Master (as stated above, SHE TOTALLY TOPS)

Lab sex!

Everything is going according to plan until the Rani’s alien lab assistant breaks a floor-to-ceiling length column filled with corrosive chemicals. Behind goggles, the Master’s eyes widen, aghast. The Rani opens her mouth in shock and rage but no sound issues. It’s a geyser of acid-yellow fluid and broken glass.

They scatter. The Time Lords are agile, and the assistant takes most of the wave. Bleeding and flesh bubbling, they leave him.

Safely out of the way, the Master turns on the emergency shower. They both strip hurriedly, washing the chemicals away. He casts a sidelong glance at her, spots a deep cut below her collarbone. She hasn’t even noticed. She’s furious about the lab and their research.

He wipes the blood away with his thumb. Their hearts are a frantic drumbeat. “Adrenaline,” she says. “Raised blood pressure.” She isn’t looking at his face. “Surprise. Hmm.” A sly smile.

The Master doesn’t need words to show his agreement. He leans in, licking the blood from her wound. The Rani looks calculating. She has her own plans and pushes him to the tile floor.

The Rani looks down on him; water running down her body, clad in only her knee boots. And she straddles him.

A while later, a sound comes from the other side of the lab. The assistant writhes in pain, trying to crawl towards them. The Rani fumbles in their soaked clothing, then kills her assistant with the Master’s laser weapon.

The Master realizes with surprise he has never murdered during sex before and admires the Rani’s innovation. It could very well start a trend.

Five x Turlough! They went great together.

It's not like he had wanted to be there. Everything up until then had happened to him, not because of him. In his life, it had always been like that, and all he had ever learned from it was to follow others or run away.

Until, of course, the Doctor.

He couldn't say when it had started. It might have even been while he was still under contract with the Black Guardian. But somewhere, at some point, Turlough had started to change. Now he could do things, now he could take initiative. It wasn't anyone else, he learned, but himself who could change his future, could bring about the things he desired.

That night, he had taken initiative.

The Doctors rooms were hidden somewhere on the TARDIS, and no companion in a long list of Companions had ever been able to find them. Still, Turlough knew where the Doctor catnapped between working on the TARDIS and thinking of new places to go, and it was in this small side room off the main control room that the redhead found him. The Doctors eyes were shut, but his body was stiff and awkward with some unconcious worry, and it took only the light footfall as Turlough stepped into the room to bring him to complete conciousness.

"Ah, Turlough. How're you doing this evening?" the Doctor asked in his friendly way. Turlough shrugged, suddenly not as sure as he had been about what he wanted when he had gone searching for the Doctor. The Doctor saved him the trouble of answering, though.

"Would you like a cup of tea? Tegan brought it up before heading off to bed. I'm afraid its a bit cold now."

Turlough nodded. "Sure, sounds alright." He pulled up one of the nearby chairs and sat down a bit awkwardly at the small table by the Doctor. The blonde-haired man poured him a glass as he watched, and then offered it to the young boy.

"Here you go," he smiled. Turlough reached out slowly, and grasped the cup, meeting the Doctors fingers with his own. It took all his selfwill not to pull them back that instant, not to run away.

"Now," the Doctor sighed a bit. "I'm afraid we're not quite on course for your world. The TARDIS doesn't seem to be up to it just yet, but I was just thinking about the problem and I'm sure I can fix it quite soon." The man looked away towards the TARDIS wall, thinking.

Turlough nodded, and swallowed a gulp of tea. What had he been thinking, coming all the way here, and now look at him, sipping tea. There was no way he could say anything, let alone do what he had planned. Still...

"A-hem," he cleared his throat. "Doctor, I was wondering..."

The Doctor glanced over. "Yes?"

"Erm. That is."

The Doctor leaned forward a bit, a concerned wrinkle creasing his brow. "Yes, what is it Turlough?"

The young redhead scooted a bit closer in his chair, as if to confide in the Doctor...but what? Opening his mouth, he found that the words wouldn't come, and he shut it again, looking over at the Doctor as if to find some help. The Doctor only stared back blankly, and when Turlough hadn't said anything for some time, he placed a hand on the young mans shoulder.

"Are you alright, Turlough?"

The redheaded boy paused, glancing over at the hand on his shoulder. He lifted his hand then, and cuatiously, as if he had never touched anyone elses hand, placed it over the Doctors, and sqeezed.

"Yes, Doctor. I'm fine," he said, and smiled, still holding the Doctors hand. They stayed like that for a moment, the DOctor looking concerned and kindly, and Turlough turning red at his eartips. Then the young boy let go, and stood up.

"Thank you for the tea, Doctor. Don't worry, you'll find a way to fix the TARDIS."

And with that, the young man left. Some one braver might have said he ran away, achieved nothing, but the boy left with a smile. It was a step, but unlike almost every other step he had taken in his entire life, it was a step in the right direction. It was a step toward something.

He would never run away again.

Well, at any rate, he thought, not as fast as before.

Sarah Jane is a bit old for this kind of thing. Let's get some fresh meat! Martha Jones and Rose Tyler. Who will come out on top?
Well, I'll let you be the judge ;)
Femslash FTW
(sorry about this) To all femslashers, keep up the good fight. GAY RIGHTS FOR THE ETERNAL WIN!

Rani/Romana II

Because boys are silly and annoying.

how about some Ten/Martha, dealing with comfort.

He was having one of his quiet moments again, Martha noticed. He was a million miles away from her again; and it hurt like a burning knife. But this time she set her jaw, in that determined way she had inherited from her mother and never admited to, and she walked up next to him. He was looking at the vid screen, staring like there was some hidden, hurtful message in the depths of the black hole at the edge of the screen, the edge of space. She ran her hand up his back, offering comfort for a wound her physician's hands could never heal.

He looked at her then, really looked at her, with a sort of grim determination in his deep brown eyes. He was seeking something, seeking an answer of some sort within the depths of Martha's own eyes. Never had he ever looked at her like this. Maybe now, after that terrible, lost year, she had finally proven herself. Maybe now he could see her.

Warm hands were cupping her face and he was moving in closer. His lips touched hers gently at first but then turned just a little bit hungry, like he was starving for something she didn't understand but still wanted to give. Suddenly Martha realized that they were holding each other, clinging like their lives depended on it. His kisses were trailing hot and needy over her face and neck; and just as quickly his hands weren't holding but roaming.

Martha smiled, so sure that he finally loved her. She had held out and done everything he asked and been the best companion she could be, and he'd finally seen her, and he finally loved her like she loved him. She let him lift her, wrapped her legs around him; she kissed him and carressed him and welcomed his weight as he laid down above her and pressed her into the soft, narrow sofa.

He was as hungry for her as she had been for him since that surreal night on the moon.

And now he was taking her there again, to the moon, on a surreal trip where she only trusted him to lead.

She held him close and listened to his dual hearts racing and smiled to know that she had done that to him.

After, she woke alone on the sofa but she was still smiling. She found the clothes she'd lost, righted the ones she hadn't and went to find her Doctor.

He was standing there, having one of his quiet moments again. He was a million miles away from her again; and it hurt like a burning knife.

She told him she had some things to take care of at her flat and smiled despite the fact she wanted to be sick. She knew with absolute clarity that he hadn't felt what she had; just as she knew with absolute certainty she was about to step off of the TARDIS for the last time. It was time to go home. She had deluded herself long enough that he was home. It was time to go back where she belonged.

Romana I/Romana II

Great minds think alike. ;P

I wanna write this but I don't know enough about Romana, Would it be okay if I still gave it a go?

John Smith/Joan Redfern

Perhaps a parallel universe where the Doctor remained John Smith, perhaps just a moment stolen that we weren't privy to. I'd like to see John being all sort of stuttery and innocent, in that way he can be, and Joan- who was, after all, a married woman- having to show him the ropes, as it were. As fluffy as fluff can get. Pornish would be nice too, but it's not a must.

Doctor/Janis Joplin

The Tenth Doctor mentions several times that he got that fabulous coat of his from Janis Joplin- tell us that story, if you will. Was he into the hippy scene when that first emerged? At a lightshow in California and there's Janis up on stage, screaming her throat raw? Bit of backstage sex, perhaps, or in the cheap hotel rooms she so often lamented having to stay in. Maybe he took her back to the TARDIS- after all, who knew what a person might accept back then.

"Damn, Doctor-man!" Oh, Janis was drunk. A little high, too, and her unique voice wavered with it as she stepped into the TARDIS, marveling at that whole 'bigger on the inside' thing. "This is a trip!"

She was looking around, craning her neck and letting her eyes grow wide as she took it all in. Fuck, this kinda hallucination would make a great song if she remembered it in the morning.

The Doctor was used to it, but he smiled wryly at her fascination.

"Actually, the trip doesn't start until you turn her on and get her going." Both of them had just come from a very besotted, very affectionate party. That kind of joke was almost required.

"Baby," she chuckled dryly at him as she tossed her coat onto one of the emergency couches, "ain't gotta go nowhere to take a trip like that."