Title: To the End
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Brendan Block
Fandom: Doctor Who/Secret Smile
Rating: NC-17
Table: 5, 10_hurt_comfort
Prompt: 3, Violation
Warning: Rape.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the Tenth Doctor or Brendan Block, unfortunately. Please do not sue.

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Brendan wanted to close his eyes as the Master approached him, but he didn't. Nor did he watch the other man; instead, he kept his eyes fastened on the Doctor, their gazes locked. He hoped that looking at his lover would bring him strength.

But it was hard to let himself feel strong when he knew that the man he loved was suffering -- and that he himself was probably going to suffer even more at the hands of this madman. Brendan could guess what was in store for him, though his mind shrank from the idea.

He couldn't keep back a shudder of revulsion as the Master moved behind him; it was bad enough that this man had touched the Doctor, but now those hands would be on him, touching him in places that no one other than the Doctor should be allowed access to.

"You aren't worth my attention," the Master's voice hissed in his ear. "You, a mere human. You think that you're strong, that you're worthy, because you have him. But you took him from me. I own him, human. Remember that."

"You don't own him," Brendan shot back before he could stop the words from coming out. "He doesn't love you. He doesn't want you. He chose me. And I'm not giving him up. He belongs to me more than he ever did to you. You don't have a right to him."

As soon as the words were out, he knew that they'd been a mistake. The Master's long, cold fingers wrapped around his throat, choking off his breath, making him gasp for air for what seemed like eternity before they loosened and he could breathe again.

"You're going to regret that you ever dared to speak to me like that," the Master whispered, his breath hot in Brendan's ear. "And you're going to regret that you ever laid eyes on him. In fact, you may even regret that you were ever born."

"Nothing's ever going to make me regret loving him," Brendan told him, knowing that he shouldn't speak but deciding to throw caution to the winds. "And nothing's ever going to stop me from loving him. You can't come between us, no matter how hard you try."

He heard the Master's angry snarl a moment before he felt the other man's hand move down his back, stopping at the curve of his ass. He tried to suppress the shudder that went through him when one finger trailed down the cleft between his buttocks, but he couldn't.

"You're afraid of me, aren't you?" the Master asked, the whispered words grating on Brendan's nerves. "You should be. I can make you feel more pain than you ever thought possible. And I will. You're going to suffer for daring to touch him."

"No," the Doctor moaned from a few feet away, his voice raw and cracked. "Don't you dare touch him. If you want to take out your anger on someone, then punish me. I'm the one who left you for him. He doesn't deserve this."

"Do you think I'm a fool, Doctor?" The Master's laugh was low and guttural, tinged with the darkness that resided in his soul. "I know that the best way to destroy you is to harm those you care for. And I know how much you care for this one."

"Hurting me isn't going to make you any less angry," Brendan gasped, trying to move away from the finger that moved inexorably lower. He didn't want this man touching him -- and he didn't intend to give the Master what should belong to the Doctor.

He'd never let another man take him -- that was a privilege that he wanted to reserve for the man he fell in love with. Why hadn't he let the Doctor make love to him before now? He should have -- because it looked as though that choice was going to be taken away from him.

The Master threw back his head and laughed at Brendan's words, moving his hand between his captive's thighs to stroke cool fingers over his balls. "No, it may not assuage that anger, but it will certainly feel good to know that I've managed to shut you up."

His other hand was on Brendan's face, caressing the strong line of his jaw. "Or maybe I want to hear you make more noise. Maybe I want to hear you scream -- and know that your beloved Doctor can hear every one of those screams loud and clear."

Brendan tried to squirm away from that unwanted touch, but it was impossible. In spite of his efforts to hold the sound back, a strangled whimper came from his throat, a sound that made the Master laugh and slip an arm around his waist.

"I'll enjoy taking you," the renegade Time Lord whispered. "And making him watch. He'll hear every sound you make. He'll watch every thrust. He'll see the blood running down your legs and know that it's his fault you're suffering such pain."

"No!" Brendan wanted to scream, to jerk his wrists free of their bonds and fight this man with all his strength. But even if he could, he'd hesitate before he tried to defend himself; it would more than likely only make the Master hurt the Doctor even more.

He squeezed his eyes closed as those long, cool fingers pressed against him from behind, crying out when they slid inside him. It hurt more than he'd expected it to, but the Master hadn't prepared him in any way; the pain was inevitable.

Brendan bit down savagely on his lower lip until he could taste blood; he just wanted this to be over. A worse violation was still to come; there was no way to avoid it. But maybe, if he was lucky, it would be done with quickly and the Master would leave the two of them alone.

"Keep your eyes open," the Master hissed into his ear, raising a hand to twine his fingers through Brendan's hair and pull his head back, exposing the slender column of his throat. "Keep your eyes on him, human. I want you to watch each other."

Brendan's eyes met the Doctor's; he wanted to burst into tears at the look of anguish on the Time Lord's face. He knew that seeing him hurt was going to rip into the Doctor's soul, but there was nothing he could do to stop what was going to take place.

This should have been given freely, Brendan told himself, feeling anger rise within him to battle his fear. He should have been able to give himself to the Doctor, to know that the first time another man took him would be with love and respect.

Instead, he was going to be forced, taken against his will merely as a way to hurt the man he loved. The Master's evil knew no bounds -- and one day, he would pay for all the pain that he'd caused both of them, Brendan vowed to himself.

The vow went out of his mind a second later as a searing, white-hot pain shot through his body; he felt as though he was being ripped apart from the inside out, his body being twisted in the heart of a roaring fire. His scream made his throat rasp, the sound reverberating around the room.

The Master's hand was still twined through his hair, pulling his head back, the other man's lips on his throat. Brendan wanted to shake his head, to struggle with all his strength and push this vile monster away from him; he wanted to black out, to find some escape from the pain.

But he wasn't going to be allowed to do that; the Master's voice in his ear made sure of that. "Eyes open, human!" he growled as he thrust hard and deep inside Brendan. "Watch him. See the pain in his eyes. You are the cause of that pain."

"No," Brendan gasped, his hips jerking forward, trying to move away from the searing pain. "No, you're doing this, not me. Stop it! Stop hurting him!" He wasn't pleading for himself; he would gladly endure any pain in the universe if it meant sparing the Doctor that pain.

"It's because of you that he's having to go through this," that sibilant voice hissed in his ear with each thrust. "You took him from me. He's freely given to you what he struggles against giving me. And for that, you both have to suffer."

A wave of pain washed over Brendan, constricting his throat, the pain so great that it was impossible for him to cry out. Blackness danced around the edges of his vision; he would have welcomed that black oblivion if it meant an end to this.

The worst part of the violation he was suffering through wasn't the physical pain. It was the knowledge that the man he loved was forced to see this, to know that every second was ripping the Doctor apart in a very different way.

The anguish in the Time Lord's eyes would be seared into his soul for the rest of his life. He would never forget that look; he would see that pain every time he looked into those deep, dark eyes, every time he closed his own eyes and conjured the Doctor's image in his mind.

"No," Brendan moaned, hardly even feeling the Master's thrusts any more. All he could feel was the inner pain that he knew he would feel whenever he thought back to this time, the shame that would always be with him at the knowledge that the Master was right.

It was his fault that the Doctor was having to suffer through this. The physical pain was nothing compared to the knowledge that the man he loved might never be able to look at him again without this memory forcing itself into his mind.

The Doctor might turn away from him now. He wouldn't want a man who had been violated like this, in front of his eyes. He deserved better than this -- to spend his life, or at least Brendan's life span, with a man who had been tarnished by his worst enemy.

It was that bitter thought that brought the tears to Brendan's eyes, more so than the violation he was enduring. His mind wasn't on the pain; it was far away, caught up in a pain of its own that was worse than anything the Master could inflict on him.

What if he was right, and the Doctor couldn't bear to be with him again after this? The Time Lord wasn't going to turn him away; his lover's heart was too forgiving for that. But Brendan wouldn't be surprised if the Doctor wanted to end their physical relationship.

As the cruel violation continued, Brendan felt it less and less. All that he could feel was the guilt that was slowly seeping over him, and the realization that it was the love he shared with the Doctor that had brought them both to this.

Even if that was true, he wasn't going to give up, Brendan thought in the few seconds before the pain finally overwhelmed him and sent him spinning into blackness. He would fight for the Doctor to the end -- no matter what the result might be.

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