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“You’ve got to be kiddin‘ me.”
The Master stared disbelieving at the door, ‘Broom Closet’ written on it in capital letters, then back to the Doctor. A lopsided grin and an inviting, two-handed gesture stated that the Doctor was, in fact, not kidding.
“In there. You want me to go in there. For- how long?”
“Yeah! Exactly that. In there. Okay, okay- it’s just gonna be a few hours. They should all leave around. 6ish? Six Thirty tops. That gives us round five hours until Adipose Industries is empty and we can investigate properly!”
The Master felt his eye twitch in annoyance and it took a tremendous amount of willpower not to punch the other man straight in the face.
“Just- let’s see if I get this correctly.”
He flicked his gaze over the Doctor’s excited face, still trying to find the punchline of this whole thing. “You’re a Time Lord. You can literally feel planets turning, can see everything that was and will be and could be. You can bring down fire and hell with the snap of a finger and an idea in your mind. You’re the oncoming storm, the most dangerous thing in this universe, well- after me of course, and- and you choose to… just. Hide in a broom closet until everyone leaves? That‘s- that‘s- Is that how you usually do stuff?”
“Pretty much. Sometimes. Yeah. Why, are you impressed?”
“By your stupidity, yes. Absolutely.”
The Doctor only smiled back in response, opening the run-down door.
“Aaaah- come on! It’s not gonna be that long. Or bad. You can sleep through it. Gonna be fun, promise!”
The Master bit back the snarky response which jumped immediately to his mind and let out a noise of frustration through gritted teeth instead.
How was this his life now? Pulled along on the Doctors dumb adventures, having to put up with every dumb idea that dumb brain comes up with. Like hiding from humans in a goddamn broom closet for five hours. Five. Hours.
Hell, this wasn’t even his timeline. He was supposed to be dead and buried and gone and not- not being reduced to one of the pets the Doctor likes to tag along his side.
And it’s the Doctors fault, of course it was, it always is, always will be. They were done at last, the Master had won and he was dying to a gunshot wound on the floor of his ship. The Doctor was begging him to regenerate, he cried even, and the Master loved every second of it. It was dramatic, it hurt as hell and it was perfect. A perfect end to their story.
“I won,” he spat out grinning through the heavy blood loss and pain, because he had and that was it.
That was it. How it should always be.
But then he felt the inaudible knack in time, the shuddering rift and breaking zaps in the air as their timeline shifted, beginning to split up from the path it should go. Was destined to be.
“No. No, I won’t let you leave me alone.”
A dangerous whisper so close to his ear, and before he could wrap his painfully throbbing head around what exactly was happening, the Master felt the split to their timeline coming down like an axe. It was like a shudder through his whole body, final and harsh and dangerous. But he didn’t even have the time to voice to his confusion, because the next second the Doctors mind reached out to his, demanding and final, linking, twisting, pulling him in with a brutal force, fuelled by determination, need and something else he couldn’t put a name on.
And then the Doctor’s lips were on his, moving oh so desperately and he couldn’t breathe anymore.
The other Time Lord held him so tight it hurt, a hand moved to tangle in his short hair. The Doctor kissed him like his life depended on it and in a twisted sense it felt like it did. Surprised gasps came from the humans around them – the Master already forgot they still existed- and slowly, a dim golden light started to flare up within the Doctor, spreading, and making its way over to the other Time Lord.
Occupied with the sheer pain throbbing through his body and the sensation of the Doctor’s lips still on his, it took the Master a few moments to grasp the weight of the situation. And the second he did it was already too late. The warm energy shot through him, not enough to regenerate completely, but just quite enough to heal his aching, dying body.
No. No, no, no, no, no! NO!
He refused with every ounce of strength he had left, refused to let anyone, let alone the Doctor dictate his fate like that, fought their shared link, their connection, everything, body and mind screaming silently - but the Master couldn’t stop the energy of the Doctor’s next regeneration being forced into him.
The light exploded off him in a little puff, new life slowly pulsing through him. The Master bit down hard on the lip that was somehow still on his, drawing blood.
“Ouch!”
The other time lord finally let go of him, and then chaos went down, everyone was shouting and there were guns on him again. He ignored them, and continued to glare murder at the Doctor, who was now shouting back at the humans, trying to get the situation back under control in a defensive state.
“You had no right”, he said later back in the TARDIS, breaking the uncomfortable silence that stretched on between them, voice low and dangerous. The Doctor hat shoved him in earlier, setting course on the control panel to fly them in open space and was since then strictly refusing to look at him. There was no answer, just clicking of buttons and keeping busy.
“You had no right”, the Master repeated, more to himself now. One, two, three, four- his fingers tapping the steady rhythm against his leg, over and over. One, two, tree, four. The drums growing louder.
“I know.”
The Doctors voice came so silent, the other Time Lord almost missed it. Something in him just snapped and he darted forward, smashing his hands on the console next to the Doctor. The Masters reflection got caught on the screens and he almost forgot his sudden loss of temper as he regarded his face. Didn’t change much. Not at all, just a bit more… blonde than before. Huh.
“So what’s the plan here, Doctor?” The Master spat out, eyes still caught on the screens. “You can’t seriously expect to- to keep me here in the TARDIS forever!”
“I know! I’m- I’m not- keeping you of any sorts, I just-“
A tired sigh left the Doctors mouth and he looked at the screens too, hands smoothing down on his face.
“Look, you- you can’t fly the TARDIS anywhere-“ A low growl left the Masters mouth. Oh yeah. He couldn’t. She wouldn’t listen to him. He tried, was the first thing he did after being shoved back in by the Doctor. God, did he try. But she just started flaring deafening alarms like a bitch. “-and we have- I mean I can tell… feel where you are at any time now- must have been the close connection… So, Point! Means you can’t run from me-, and I can’t just leave you somewhere either, because- well, you’re you and tha-“
“So” The Master cut in the sentence. “In summary: I’m stuck in this wrong parallel timeline, stuck with a life you forced in me, stuck with you above all and- oh. Oh my god.”
Voice growing mockingly sweet, the Master clasped his hands together leaning into the Doctors personal space. “Oh Doctor! Am I gonna be one of them now? Are you gonna take me with you? Show me the stars? Are we going to travel together, forever? You’ll show me the universe, time and space, right? Oh please! I’m just a poor little human girl, with nothing to show for, and in desperate need of a hero that shows me how he saves the day with his daring genius! I can even flutter my eyes at you, if you’re into it!”
“Okay, no need to get rude.”
A puff of air left the Masters lips, eyes still fixed on the other time lord. A few seconds passed with something in the air between them, before the Doctor gave in and finally looked away. He was fumbling with the buttons again, not really achieving anything with it.
“We… we could, though. Travel together, I mean”, He added, after he was met with a raised eyebrow and a questioning look. “This doesn’t have to be a bad thing. We could just… be? See stuff. Go places. Ever been to the broken Moon of the Medusa Cascade? The fifteenth one- it’s beautiful, really. Or like, literally anywhere.”
The Master took a second to go over this thought in earnest. No matter how he turned the situation, his options were limited. Extremely so. Every escape route was basically cut off and he was left feeling entirely stranded. At one point he considered just breaking the Doctor’s neck. Just to get him back. Wouldn’t even be that hard to do. Yeah, it was a nice thought. But at the same time, there was no guarantee that the TARDIS would listen to him after. It was weird, really. He has flown her here before. Stuck between two fixed coordinates, sure, but she still listened. The Master was sure that was the Doctors fault as well. And to be stuck in one timeline without a chance of getting off Planet- he couldn’t bare the thought of that.
Limited Options.
Shit.
Well, if this was his life now, he would at least have fun while going down this rabbit hole.
The Master breathed out slowly and reached up, hands smoothing out some wrinkles in the Doctors awful suit. His fingers wandered down, gripping the lapels of that even more awful brown coat and pulled the Doctor closer, down to his eye level. Their noses were almost touching now and the Doctors brown eyes widened, staring back at him in surprise.
“Okay, I’ll give. Want me to tag on after you, sure. I can do that. But you know, just while I’m at it.” A devilish grin spread wide on his face.
“I’m going to make your life a living hell, Doctor.”
The Doctor opened his mouth wordlessly, but whatever response he wanted to give eventually, got overturned by a sudden and obnoxiously loud crash.
Both Time Lords turned together in surprise, as the front of a ship, a literal ship, ripped a gaping hole in the TARDIS. Sirens turned, smoke blew out everywhere as they watched, mouth widened in shock.
“What?”, both Time Lords said in unison.
Exploring the ship together wasn’t all that bad. The Master could even bring himself to say that he was genuinely not as bored as he expected.
The Doctor had changed into a plain black suit for the occasion, which gladly didn’t look as embarrassing as the old brown one. He was currently mingling with the people and hosts aboard, leaving the Master to a glass of champagne and his own thoughts.
The Doctor must have decided that this was a safe environment for the other Time Lord to be left mostly to his own devices. To a degree, as he felt the Doctor’s attention always drifting back to him. It was as humiliating as it was thrilling. And it broke, just for a moment, as a blonde waitress accidentally smashed a glass on the floor, drawing the Doctor in for help and apparently a little talk.
The Master narrowed his eyes and used the diversion to make his way to the next control panel, tapping fast over the screen and slipping into the system with ease.
It wasn’t much later when he felt the Doctors presence turning up beside him.
“Having fun?”, he asked, looking over the Masters shoulder.
“Not as much as you, apparently”, he said dryly, after noticing that the waitress had tagged along.
“Oh, yeah- this is Astrid”, The Master didn’t bother to remember the name. “Astrid, this is- uh. This is… Saxon. Harold Saxon. He’s. He’s my- uhm.”
The Doctor was opening and closing his mouth a few times, apparently failing to put a status on him. It was rather amusing.
“Try captive due to the lack of better options, darling”, the Master helped with a sweet, chipper voice.
“Aaaah, come on. I’m not holding you captive. Not like that. Besides, I was and still am the best option you could have been left with, trust me.”
An annoyed Tsk left the Masters mouth before he raised his glass and drained the rest of it in one go. The waitress’s eyes darted curiously between them.
“Oh. So you two are- I’m sorry, you didn’t say you were married.”
He almost choked on the champagne and started coughing as the Doctor raised his hands in a defensive, flustered gesture.
“What? No! No. We´re not-! I’m not- He’s not-“
There was a faint dust of pink spreading on his cheeks as the other Time Lord stumbled over his words. But he bounced back rather quickly.
“We’re not married, Astrid. I didn’t, certainly, didn’t mean it like that!”
“Oh ok then. Lucky me!” She winked at him, winked, took the empty glass out of the Masters grip (he was too stunned for the moment to choke her for even trying), put it smoothly on her plate and went off to serve other guests, drawing the gaze of both Time Lords in after her.
“Do you just find these love-struck girls everywhere you go or do you actually have to make an effort for it?”
“Oi! That wasn’t-! Ah, you know, forget it. I just wanted to check in on you. What are you doing?”
Instead of answering, the Master just grabbed the Doctor’s hand and let them both to a more open space. No spoiling the fun. Yet.
“What-“
The music around them changed just in time, the Master snapping his fingers to the catchy drumbeat.
♫ Sometimes I feel I’ve got to run away, I’ve got to get away from the pain you drive into the heart of me- ♫
“You still know how to dance, right?” He didn’t wait for a proper answer, already slipping a hand around the Doctors waist, pulling him in close. Maybe a little closer than he needed to.
“Uhm- guess so. But this isn’t exactly the music for this kind of dance?“
♫ Take my tears and that’s not nearly all, tainted love ♫
The Master couldn’t care less as he took the lead and yanked the Doctor forward, two pair of feet moving through the crowd together. He spun them around to the beat, gaining pace, slowing down and moving faster again, attracting stares from all around the room. He didn’t care about that, either. It was rather trilling, just the two of them moving to the song.
♫ oh- tainted love ♫
Caught up in the moment, he let his gaze drift over the Doctors freckled face, the pink touch made his way back up to the other Time Lords cheeks.
To be fair, he did like the Doctor in this regeneration, the innocent face a contradiction to history. A face that looked back at him with big eyes, thoroughly stunned, and he soaked it all up.
♫ I’ve got to get away- ♫
The Master bit his lip, drawing the Doctors eyes down just for a second. The hand that was placed on the Doctors back slid down a bit lower, and his hand gripped the others more firmly. The Doctor’s breath hitched by the motion, the Master noted with grim satisfaction.
It was time, and excitement starting to crawl through his whole body.
He carried their movement closer to the windows on the right side of the ship, through the crowd, and then, with a practised twist, the Master tipped the other Time Lord smoothly backwards. The Doctor let out a surprised and rather cute little squeak, tightening his grip on the Master to avoid being dropped. His feet slid over the floor, as the Doctor steadied himself, face lighting up with a giggle.
“Wow, okay, good. Someone is having fun.”
♫ And you think love is to pray, but I’m sorry I don’t pray that way♫
“Don’t get ahead of yourself. I’m just making sure you’re not taking any more blondes on this ride.”
“Already feeling threatened? She’s nice, I could ask her to come along. Just for one trip.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“What, are you jealous?”
“I’m gonna drop you, Doctor.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Sure about that, darling?”
♫ Don’t touch me, please, I cannot stand the way you tease♫
“Stop calling me that. What’s up with that song, anyway?”
“Oooooh, nice one, right? You wouldn’t believe the things you find in an operating system of a ship this size. They have all sorts of fun stuff.”
“Do they? Ah, well I guess they would. Visiting above Earth and all. They have teleports, too I heard. … Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait. Operating system? What were you doing in the operating system? Oh, for the love of- What did you do?”
There was no immediate answer, so the Doctors voice dropped down to a whisper.
“What did you do?”
The Master smiled sweetly.
“Look outside, Doctor. What do you see?”
Still dipped back, he had to shift weight a bit, head turning to the windows, eyes squinted, as the Doctor tried to find something out of order.
“Well, I see the stars circling around the earth, good old planets, back there, and- and, and those… oh. Those are some fast moving stars. Small stars. Meteorites- heading for… us? This ship. Meteorites heading for this ship.”
♫ Touch me baby, tainted love, tainted love, oh-oh-oh♫
The Master felt a bright grin lighting up his features as the song faded out. He finally pulled the doctor back up and already missed the closeness and the intimacy of their dance. But the small hint of panic in the Doctor‘s face made up for it and let the Master’s hearts speed up a notch as he watched the other Time Lord looking frantically between him and the Meteorites that were coming closer and closer, gaining speed.
“Master. What. Did. You. Do.”
And oh, the shiver of being called by his chosen name got to him every time. It felt like a victory.
“Oh you know. Just hacked into their system. Raised the gravity field round the ship a bit. Lowered the shields. Diverting Energy from the main engines. All the good stuff.”
Now, there was a full blown panic. It was a good look on the Doctor.
“You- They’re going to crash into the ship! There are People on here- Thousands! What-! I left you alone for not even two minutes!”
“No Party without a little crashing and dying, right?” He said, grinning back up.
The gravity field was already set higher than usual when the Master hacked the system, ready to draw in the meteorites and the shields were manipulated by someone and set to go down in a while anyway. He just sped up the process and optimized it. Made sure they hit right on target. But he didn’t tell the Doctor that. He wanted to see him struggle.
“Living hell, Doctor. Promised you. Haaaah- let’s see. How many of them can you safe, what do you think?”
It took the Doctor too long to recover. Just a few stunned, breathless seconds, in which he could pin the exact moment, the Doctor realised it was already too late to stop disaster from happening. The Master took in every moment, saving the look on the Doctors face to his memory. If he fancied the one during their dance before, oh, he loved this one as the Doctor was now stunned for different reasons than being just a little flustered.
And then the meteors hit the ship one, two, three, four times- and with it came the chaos.
Screaming, running, dying people, smoke, eruptions, panic and the Master took a deep breath, goosebumps crawling over his skin with every new wave of destruction he felt happening around him.
He loved, loved, loved it.
The Doctor spun into action, shouting commands and taking control of the situation, and the Master followed him all the way through the wreck of a ship, doing absolutely nothing to help but to watch them all struggle. They made their way through the rubble up to the main control room with a flock of survivors they picked up on along the way. The hosts searching and finding scattered survivors and killing them in one go.
It was great.
He even started humming, while tagging along their little group, the chipper melody to Tainted love on his lips. The cherry on top was the looks the Doctor shot him for it every now and then. Fury. Hurt. It was perfect. He felt so good and alive in the chaos around him, that even the presence (and sadly, survival) of that blonde waitress didn’t annoy him that much.
And as they later parted ways with their little group of tag-alongs, he watched the Doctor putting one of them back to his place and felt a full blown shiver running through his whole body. Fuck.
Yeah, this arrangement could actually work out for him. It’s been so long, he almost forgot how the Doctor drew danger like a never calming storm, leaving a trail of ash and dead bodies after him, anywhere he went. This was the Doctor he loved, not the heroic saviour he always liked to play. This, commanding, ruthless, dangerous.
So- yeah, to say he was pissed on a universal scale as he watched the blondie stepping on a suitcase and daring, daring to pull the Doctor in for a kiss, small hands in messy brown hair, was utterly an understatement.
The Master was prepared for the wave of hatred, anger and murder he felt crashing up on him, his hands balled into tight fists by his side, knuckles white, teeth bared. That came naturally as he watched them, the Doctor somehow just letting her get on with it. No, he knew about that kind of rage.
What he wasn’t prepared for was the burning feeling of possessiveness and jealousy that came along with it. He never had those before. Never. It left him breathless, as he watched the Doctor staring after her in what one could almost call curiosity.
“You really don’t even have to try, do you?”, the Master spit out through gritted teeth and at last, the other Time Lord had the decency to look a bit sheepish. He opened his mouth to say something, but it got stuck as another eruption shook the ship.
They kept moving, the Doctor doing his best to save the day, like always. The Master watched him make his way to the cyborg that was behind this whole operation (the Master admired the dedication), and he watched as the waitress fell into the main engine along with him (he had to admire her dedication, too. At least a little bit.). In the end, the Doctor managed to fly and land the Titanic safely, after it almost crashed to earth. It was a rather close call. And he watched as the Doctor brought the waitress back, setting her free to the stars. He grid his teeth again at the thought of it.
“You didn’t make the meteorites hit the ship. Only enhanced it. You lied,” the Doctor stated later, back in the TARDIS. The engines whirled softly, as the Master threw himself on the bench in the control room, coming down from the high.
“Doesn’t matter.”
The Master made the mistake of looking up at the other Time Lord, and suddenly felt pinned with the intense stare he was met with. The moment dragged on, neither of them moving or looking away. He felt trapped, caught, by soft, brown eyes searching his face for an answer to a question the Master somehow missed.
“It does.”
Again, the reply was so silent, he wasn’t even sure if it was directed at him. The Doctor clapped his hands, breaking the moment and started swirling around the Control Panel, setting coordinates and leaving the Master to make sense of whatever he meant with that.
“I’m bored,” the Master said, while asserting the contents of the small broom closet that was mocking him with its very existence.
“It hasn’t even been 10 minutes.”
“I’m bored.”
The Doctor sighed, hands going through his mess of brown hair as he leaned back against the door and slid down, crossing his feet in a comfortable, sitting position on the floor. The Master followed the motion from the wooden box he was currently sitting on.
Their first trip together had made him catch fire, and actually hyped. The second one, though, was like a rain to his parade.
“Are you going to complain the whole time?”
“Yes. This is stupid.”
“Well, nothing I can do about it, your highness.”
“One thing you could do about it. Other than just wait things out in a broom closet.”
“Okay, name me one better option.”
“You could always give me back my laser screwdriver, for starters. I could sort this out in no time.”
“Name me one better option where no one dies.”
“Killjoy.”
They fell into silence again and the Master let his head fall back onto the wall behind him. Worst thing happened to be that he was actually exited for their next destination and how he could bathe in some more chaos and detonations and general trouble. Instead, the TARDIS picked up on some unusual activity on earth, the Doctor catching right on. What followed was a mix of gathering information about a stupid weight-losing pill, questioning dumb humans and a general sport of looking around.
The Master hated every second of it. It was so basic, he felt like choking someone randomly, just for the sake of a thrill. The Doctor, on the other side, was just in his element of uncovering a riddle, looking like a little child in his excitement. The Master had to admit that he looked rather cute, running around like that.
Ah, well.
He silenced his train of thoughts and actually managed to go through the next three hours and twenty-two minutes without making any more fuss, eventually dozing off at one point.
“I’m glad that you’re here with me.”
The words, nothing more than a whisper, but clear anyway in the small room yanked him back from his slumber. He blinked a few times to get the sleep out of his eyes.
“Wasn’t my choice, Doctor. You graciously took that away from me,” the Master whispered back.
“I know. And I’m sorry for that. Never said it. So, there. But I’m not regretting any of it, though. Just… I’m glad you’re here.”
“Sappy doesn’t suit you. Stop it.”
The silence was back again, feeling heavier than before. The Master tried to go back to sleep, but he failed after what’s been said and started to feel restless. He let his gaze drift over the other Time Lord, taking in his appearance. The Doctor was still sitting on the floor, apparently lost in thought while looking at nothing in particular. Long fingers started to play with his worn-down trainers.
And then, the tip of the Doctor’s tongue darted out to lick over his lips while looking sleepily on his shoes- and somehow, that little motion was what did it.
The Master was standing before he could think better of it, grabbed the Doctors suit and yanked him up. The surprised yelp was answered with a little growl, as the Master pushed the other Time Lord back hard against the wall and started to kiss him hungrily.
One, two, three, four seconds passed before the Doctor started to move his mouth, kissing back eagerly. Long hands made their way to the Masters hair, pulling softly. A satisfied groan vibrated in the Masters throat as he pushed himself even closer, one hand still tangled in the suit, the other stroked down and took a grasp at the Doctors hip.
Too skinny, he thought after the Master bent his head to the side, pressing his lips to the Doctors neck, sucking and licking the tender spot just below his ear. Easy to break. He liked that. And when he bit down hard on the smooth skin, the Doctors hips bucked up naturally, just to be stopped by the Masters grip.
“That’s-, ah, one way to pass the time, I guess.”
“Can you just shut up?”
The Doctors eyes gleamed with challenge and his voice dropped low.
“Make me.”
“Oh, I will,” the Master mumbled dangerously, as he dove back in. He pulled the Doctor's bottom lip between his teeth, biting down lightly, then licked and sucked the sore skin. The other Time Lord started making a pathetic whimpering sound, eyes fluttering shut.
The image of the blonde waitress kissing the Doctor came to his mind, and the same wave of possessiveness started to crash over him again. He growled, voice low, and continued licking over the Doctor’s sore bottom lip, demanding entrance. He opened up rather eagerly and moaned as the Masters tongue started to basically ravish his mouth. The grip on his hair tightened, as the Doctor changed the angle a bit to give him better access.
Their tongues started to move around each other, tangled, hungry. It was thrilling, to watch, feel, how the Doctor slowly came apart. Every little moan felt like a victory to the Master. He loved it.
And just because he felt like it, and maybe got caught up in the moment, he steadied his grip on the skinny hip beneath his hand and shoved a leg between the Doctors thighs. He was extremely satisfied, as he felt the hardness pressing back at him.
“Almost forgot how easy you are, Doctor,” he whispered, dark grin growing on his face.
The Doctor scoffed and the Maser felt a hand leaving his hair, stroking down his chest and finally cupping his own erection through his trousers.
“You’re one to talk.”
He made a mental note that this version of the Doctor was actually a little bitch. He liked it.
And then The Doctor started moving his hand, rubbing against the Master’s hard cock and he liked that, too.
He raised his hands, fingers stroking over the doctors lips, pushing in. A shiver ran down his spine as the Doctor started to lick them immediately. He watched for a while, eyes fixed on the other Time Lord. They were properly wet when he slipped them back out.
“Turn around. Take off that coat”
His deep, commanding voice vibrated through the small room and he hummed with satisfaction as the Doctors cock twitched against his thigh in answer. He did comply rather eagerly and the Master bit his lip as the other Time Lord shrugged his brown coat down to the floor. The Doctor kicked it to the side and turned around, facing the door. The Master tried not to think too much of this gesture of trust and submission.
“Pants down, too.”
“A little pushy today, are we?”
That earned him a low growl, as the Master took hold on his neck and pushed the Doctors face flat against the door. He leaned in, pressing himself flush against the other Time Lords back.
“Ngk!”
The Master pressed a little kiss to the spot behind the Doctors ear he bit down on earlier.
“Pants down, Doctor. I’m not saying it again.”
He watched the colour crawling up the Doctors cheeks (he noted, that this was another thing he liked, apparently) as he finally followed orders. As soon as they were down, the Master tightened his grip on his neck, his other hand coming down to cup the Doctors ass, squeezing down. He leaned forward, nuzzling into the mess of brown hair, breathing in the scent. He still could make out the faint smell of smoke and fire and blood. Just a leftover trace, but still there. He wondered if the Doctor could ever get rid of it. Fuck. The list of things he liked got even longer.
“Your legs. Spread them.”
And oh, the Doctor did.
He let his fingers trace over the puckered entrance and pushing in without any further warning.
“Ah-! Oi, careful!”
The Master ignored him and started biting and sucking the Doctor’s neck, while slowly working his finger in and out. The little moans he got in response were thrilling.
Soon, he added another finger and curled, just at the right spot.
“Shit-“
He watched as the Doctor shivered, breath hitching as he steadied himself as good as he could while still being pressed against the door.
A third one followed right after, moving in and out, curling and twisting.
“Oh, look at you Doctor. Falling apart by just my fingers. If only your beloved pets could see you right now. What would Miss Martha do to get a sight of this?”
“Leave, haah-, them out of this, would you?” The Doctor grid his teeth against the wall, trying to glare back. “They were never-“
The rest of the sentence got caught in his throat as the fingers left him abruptly. The rustling of a belt and a fly being opened loud in the small room.
“Just me, then? I‘m honored.”
He would never admit it later, but his hearts actually sped up at the thought, the wave of possessiveness coming back over him in strong notions.
The Doctor didn’t answer, only moaned open-mouthed against the door as the Master gripped his hips, positioned himself and then, finally, pushed the tip of his cock into the warm ring of flesh.
“Aaah-“
He took his time and buried himself deep within, feeling the warmth around him. The Doctor’s inner walls twitched, pulling him deeper and a low groan escaped his throat. And then he started moving, slowly, in and out in determined thrusts. The Doctor tilted his hips back, moving to meet him halfway. He picked up the pace, the moans and sound of flesh snapping together rather obscene in the silence around them.
The Master grinned, as the other Time Lord moved one hand down to his own cock, or, at least, tried to.
“Oh, no. You don’t. You’ll come untouched or not at all, darling,” he said, close to the Doctors ear. “Hands back up.”
The Doctor complied, whining as he placed his hand back on the door, and whined some more as the Master started moving in earnest now. He watched the sweat rolling down the Doctors neck, licked it up, and bit down some more.
The wave of possessiveness crashed over him once more, as he fucked the Doctor against the door, making him a moaning mess. It was perfect.
“Say my name.”
The Doctor exhales, hands balled to fist against the door, shivering.
“Master.”
And the whispered, needy whine of his name was all it took and he came, buried deep into the Doctors ass. He bit down hard one last time on the other Time Lords neck and moved through his orgasm, feeling the Doctor clenching around him seconds after as he came hard, too. Untouched, just as he told him.
They stood there, breathing heavily for a few minutes joined in their shared bliss.
Thrilling indeed, he thought, after licking over the bruises he left on the Doctor´s neck. He pulled out, feeling the shiver that shook the body beneath him and moved back to make himself presentable again.
He watched the Doctor standing there, looking utterly wrecked, a mess against the wall and apparently, still unable to move. The Master followed the wet trail running down the Doctors pale thighs, and he loved that, too. His favourite, so far. Smiling, the Master smoothed down his hair and straitened his clothes.
“Well, times up. Shifts end. They left.”
“Huh-?”, came the incoherent answer from the other Time Lord.
The Master crooked his neck, taking in the view one last time, and then opened the door, pushing the Doctor back with it.
“You were right, though. Wasn’t that bad. I’ll give you that. Now clean up, Doctor. There’s a planet to save. Heard you care about that.”
“Wha- Hey! You can’t just leave me like that!”
He didn’t look back, grinning devilishly, as he stepped into the floor, stretching his body.
He felt good, and for once, he thought that maybe, he could forgive the Doctor for everything. Even the drums sounded silent, a far away rythm.
Yeah, he could make this work.
After all, he did like a good storm.