Title: Bed
Pairing:Ten/Simm!Master
Rating:PG-13
Word count:182
Disclaimer: not mine
Summary: The Doctor's education comes into question.

"Master, it's my turn anyway and you know it!" the Doctor's anger might be impressive if he wasn't completely starkers and bouncing slightly from standing on the bed.

He glares down at the Master, who is lying on the bed and seriously considering getting up because he does not like being looked down on in any situation.

"No, absolutely not" he snarls.

"Why not?! It can't just be your" his arms fail wildly for a few seconds as he grasps for the right words, "control issues. You bottomed for me before!"

The Master grits his teeth and narrowly avoids being stood on, "well, Doctor, that was before you failed xeno-biological geometry."

The Doctor stops moving (well, as close to stops moving as he ever gets) and frowns, "What's that got to do with anything?"

"I have practical concerns about your ability to find the angle for optimum pleasure; it clearly isn't one of your strong points."

The Doctor turns the most interesting colour of puce and the Master is not entirely surprised when he finds himself sleeping on the sofa that night.