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Five/Turlough

[lycoris.livejournal.com]

It was easy to seduce the Doctor. Particularly with that voice purring in his ear, encouraging him, coaxing him. Ordering him.

Trick him. Make him vulnerable. Kill him!

It hardly took any effort. The Doctor was alone and sad, mourning over Nyssa’s departure. It only took a few shy touches, nervous words of condolence and faked comfort, shy anxiety, confusion. The Doctor smiled at him, kind and open and Turlough kissed him, soft and careful and shy as he could be. Still playing the innocent, the uncertain, the frightened school boy who had wandered on the TARDIS almost by accident, who didn’t really understand but wanted to. Wanted to understand everything.

Destroy him! You will destroy him!

The Doctor was a surprisingly good kisser. He didn’t push Turlough away. He didn’t fight or try to stop him. He kissed Turlough quite gently back, hand on the back of Turlough’s head. When Turlough deepened the kiss, he responded in kind. It was only when Turlough began to tug at his clothes that he stopped him with one light hand.

“Turlough,” he said. “Are you sure?”

Kill the Doctor! Kill him!

Turlough didn’t bother to answer with words, just with another kiss, more frantic this time. He didn’t want the Doctor to stop. He didn’t want to think. He didn’t want that voice to speak to him any more. He didn’t want to think about what anything meant.

The Doctor seemed willing to be a distraction. He half-lifted Turlough and pulled him into what Turlough supposed was his bedroom. He allowed Turlough to push him onto the bed, allowed Turlough to tear at his clothes, allowed Turlough to kiss him roughly and bite at his exposed throat. He seemed willing to allow Turlough to do anything that he wanted. To allow Turlough to take control.

I control you, boy! Kill him! Destroy him!

“No … ”

He whimpered the word into the Doctor’s mouth and felt the Doctor frown, knew he would ask what was wrong, try to stop and Turlough didn’t want that. He didn’t want to stop. He didn’t want …

He kissed the Doctor furiously, raked his fingers down his sides, struggled with their clothes. The Doctor moaned and arched his back and tilted his head back, exposing his naked throat.

Now, boy! Now!

It would be so easy. He just had to lay his hand on the throat. It would barely take any pressure. He could pretend it was a game. Pretend until it was all over, just as he always did. He reached up a trembling hand and the Doctor shivered at the touch, his eyes closed. He had no idea, he had no inkling, he didn’t understand –

Do it! Do it now! DO IT!

“I can’t! I can’t!”

He screamed the words and half-collapsed onto the Doctor, shaking with wretched rage, his energy oozing from him. The voice in his mind roared and jeered at him, cursing him, hating him, threatening him. Turlough cowered and shook and tried to shut the voice out, tried to make it go away, knowing all the while that there was no way to block it out because it was in his head and he would never be free, never.

The Doctor rolled him gently over so they were lying side by side. To Turlough’s surprise, he wrapped his arms around Turlough’s body, holding him close, hand in his hair again, stroking very gently.

“It’s all right, Turlough. Everything’s all right. It’s all right.”

He said it over and over as Turlough sobbed into his shoulder. He didn’t ask what was wrong. Turlough didn’t even try to tell. He just huddled at the Doctor’s side and slowly, the voice faded away to nothing and Turlough fell into the first dreamless sleep that he’d had since joining the TARDIS, comforted by the Doctor’s reassurance.

“It’s all right, Turlough. It will all be all right.”
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Requests: Brigadier/Turlough, Ainley!Master/Turlough, Tobias Vaughn/Packer (both from The Invasion)