Fic: Dancing To His Master's Drums Part Three
Title: Dancing To His Master's Drums Part Three
Author: RubyChan05
Prompt used: "Given how he referred to Jack in The Sound Of Drums, and Last Of The Time Lords, was there a grudging attraction to him in the Master? The Master uses his 'influence' to twist Jack's mind and keeps him in a seeming state of shock to keep him complaint. What can Ten do to protect him?"
"The Master is very persuasive. What can he persuade Jack to do to the Doctor? And what could he never, never persuade him to do?"
"You are a freak. If I knew how to destroy you I wouldn't hesitate for a moment."
Rating: Hard R
Spoilers: All DW.
Warnings; None
Summary: During the year-that-never-was it all goes to Hell, and the betrayed becomes the betrayer.
Notes: Also including Master/Jack because the idea of them together ate my brain
Ten months. Ten months since anyone had last seen Jack. Ten months since they’d all heard the gut wrenching screams of a familiar voice drifting down the corridors.
The Doctor had sat frozen in his wheelchair at the sound of those screams, so afraid that the Master had indeed found a way to destroy Jack forever. But the Master had said nothing on his return, and that had been a comfort to the Doctor - if Jack had been killed, the Master would have been unable to resist gloating about it. Even now, when questioned, all he’d do was smile secretively and promise the Doctor that ‘when next they met the dashing Captain, it would be surprises all round’. Which, whilst not exactly reassuring that the Master hadn’t permanently disfigured Jack, at least guaranteed that they would be meeting again.
Forcibly wrenching his thoughts away from Jack, the Doctor glanced up at the clock on the wall. Five to three. It was time; the plan he’d first made ten months ago and had been waiting for ever since was about to be instigated. Of course, it was really only a backup plan, in case Martha had failed in uniting the remaining survivors of Earth, but this could still be the very thing that would bring down the Master. And even if it didn’t, it should provide enough of a distraction to let Martha get where she needed to go. The chaos should last long enough for that, at least.
It was unlikely that Jack would be able to get out of his solitary confinement now in order to play his part, but hopefully the plan would still be able to go ahead as planned. Even if they had lost what was probably their best fighter now that he himself was trapped in this aged body.
The Master was sitting down for his daily massage, practically flaunting his infidelity in front of Lucy’s face…the poor girl. The Doctor had known as soon as he’d seen her that she was hopelessly infatuated with the Master. And now, judging from her skittish but adoring actions and black eye, she’d practically been broken by him. It was no secret around the Valiant that the Master had lately been seeking his pleasure elsewhere, in the arms of an unknown lover.
Well, the Master would regret his actions soon enough. When the time came for everyone to think of the Doctor’s name, he would lament not even having his wife to support his cause.
14:58:30. 14:59:00. 14:59:30. Showtime.
The ship shook, alarms starting to blare as Clive Jones did his part in damaging the ship’s engines. As the Master raced up to the raised sub-level, Francine and Tish grabbed his jacket and got it to the Doctor. Pulling the Laser Screwdriver out of its pocket, the Doctor felt a thrill of victory as he aimed it at the Master, sure that as the Master raised his hands in surrender it meant that this age of terror was at an end.
But then the Master began to laugh.
“Isomorphic controls.” He breathed, striking the Doctor to the ground. “Which means, they only work for me. Like this!” Struggling to sit up, the Doctor winced as he heard the Master fire at Francine, relieved to hear her apologising angrily only a few seconds later. Not harmed then.
“Didn’t you learn anything from the blessed Saint Martha? Siding with the Doctor is a very dangerous thing to do.” The Master gloated, allowing Lucy to help him on with his jacket. “Ah well. At least one of your little band of followers realised that before it was too late, Doctor.”
The Doctor stared uncomprehendingly up at his fellow Time Lord. Laughing, the Master waved Lucy away, moving to crouch down next to his nemesis.
“Oh yes, Doctor. One of them saw the light, and realised that the path to happiness lay with me instead of you. They were more than happy to tell me all about this little plan of yours…I’ve known for nearly ten months now.”
The Doctor’s hearts seemed to stop in his chest before starting up again, each beat suddenly painful. He’d been betrayed? But by who? Only a few aboard the ship had known of his plan, and most of them were in the same room as him now, sure to be punished for their defeat. It couldn’t be Clive, as the engines had been damaged just as planned, which left…
The Doctor’s blood ran cold.
Seeing in the Doctor’s eyes that the other Time Lord had figured it out, the Master threw back his head, the laughter positively exploding out of him now.
“Oh, that’s right Doctor. Betrayed by the one who you yourself have betrayed so many times.” Turning his head in the direction of the door, the Master beckoned. “You can come in now, Jack…time to show the Doctor what good care I’ve been taking of you.”
The door slid open further, and the Doctor gaped as Jack entered the room, full of grace and radiating confidence. His old breeches and greatcoat outfit had been ditched for impossibly tight leather trousers and a close fitting crimson t-shirt that hugged his body, showing off his chest.
Moving to stand beside the Master, Jack paid no attention to the Doctor and the others at first, merely allowing the Master to pull him into a hard, lusty kiss. The Doctor felt sick as he watched Jack kissing eagerly back, arching closer with a faint moan as the Master’s hands slipped down to cup his butt. Pulling back, the Master gave Jack a quick peck on the forehead, smiling as he gestured for Jack to turn and face the fallen Doctor.
“You see, love? Nothing to worry about. With your help their plan barely got started.” He murmured, resting a hand lightly on Jack’s back. Jack chuckled quietly, turning dead eyes to meet the Doctor’s gaze.
“I see, Master. I shouldn’t have doubted you.”
The Doctor stared up at his former companion, unable to believe that he had been betrayed like this. Jack’s eyes were cold and bitter as they met his, and the Doctor was unable to withhold a shiver as he looked into their dark depths. Once when he had looked into the Captain’s eyes he had seen his soul and known it to be good, recognising the innate integrity and reliability of the man. Now all he could see was darkness, frozen and resentful, looking back into him and cutting him to the core.
And underneath the itchy sense of Wrongness that, although faded with time and exposure, Jack still made him feel, there was the sense that something else was amiss, the distressing feeling that something was rotting deep inside the ex-Time Agent, leaving him twisted and hollow.
No, there was no way Jack would have just betrayed him like this. Not without the Master’s interference.
“What have you done to him?” His voice was like steel, barely containing the cold fury he felt at the knowledge that the Master had been messing about in Jack’s mind. Then the Master laughed, and had he been in his normal body, the Doctor was sure that he would have leapt up to deck him, never mind his attempts to save his fellow Time Lord.
“I haven’t done anything to him…anything that he didn’t want, anyway.” The Master smirked, fixing his dark eyes on the Doctor’s. Opening his mouth to retort, the Doctor instead reeled back as various images flooded into his mind, powerful enough to have sent him to his knees had he not already been there.
“Ah…ah…”
“You like that do you? Then say it…say my name…”
“M…Master…”
Trembling with pure rage, the Doctor forced himself to his feet, refusing to break eye contact and give the Master the satisfaction.
“How dare you…” He hissed, lurching forwards. Jack instantly moved to block him, as though in his wizened form the Doctor could really have posed any threat to the Master. And as Jack coldly placed a hand on his chest to restrain him, the Doctor wasn’t sure if he should be laughing or crying at the terrible irony.
Here he was, trying to protect Jack, and the very person he was trying to protect was stopping him.
“He’s telling the truth, Doctor…all he’s done is wake me up to the fact that you were never the person I thought you were. That all you do is use people…use me.” Jack said bitterly, moving back to stand by the Master’s side again. The Doctor stumbled, unable to believe that Jack had said something like that. But one look in those icy blue eyes made him unable to deny it.
“Jack…he’s twisted your mind…can’t you see?” He tried weakly. Jack just glared at him, every bit of his gaze filled with utter hatred.
“No, Doctor. He forced me to stop hiding behind all my walls of denial. And I’m thankful for it. I won’t be your tool anymore.”
The room was silent after Jack’s little speech, and the Doctor was sure that at least one of his hearts had broken. There was something so heartfelt about Jack’s words…so sure…somehow he knew that even if the Master hadn’t brought these thoughts to the foreground Jack would still have been thinking them. Which made Jack’s prior seemingly unwavering belief in him even more amazing.
Wrapping an arm around Jack’s shoulders and pecking him on the mouth, the Master let his hand slip down to grope his ass before gently pushing him back towards the door.
“That’s enough for now, love. I’ll see you back in your rooms.” He said softly. Smiling at the Master Jack nodded, and bounced out.
As soon as he was gone the Master was grinning provokingly at the Doctor, almost daring him to try and do something.
“Wonderful, isn’t he? Of course, he didn’t give in in the beginning…I tried wiping his memories of you at first, but he remembered his loyalty to you soon enough - some part of him couldn’t bear to forget you, even after everything you had done to him.”
Seeing the Doctor flinch, the Master’s grin widened.
“You realise now, don’t you? What you threw away when you ignored him and treated him as Wrong.” He realised. “Poor, pathetic Doctor. So trapped in his own loneliness that he can’t even see when someone’s so in love with him that they would do anything just to make him notice them.”
“You don’t know anything about me and Jack.” The Doctor spat out, even as inside he cried out in grief at what he had done. The Master just laughed, seeing through him now just as he had always done.
“Oh, I know everything Doctor. You forget - I’ve walked among your Captain’s memories. It was easy enough to realise my mistake when it came to subduing him a second time - the potential had always been there, lurking in corners of his mind that even he did not dare to dwell on. All that hurt, all that anger…it was so easy to bring it to the surface, to let him try and fight his own feelings with that lovely image of you he’s tried so desperately to cling onto.
“And you know what? It never stood a chance against all the things you had done to him.” The Master gloated. “Like I always say, love’s a dangerous thing Doctor. It can be wonderful, yes…but it can also burn someone beyond recognition, until all you have left is the charred remains of what they could have been.”
Gliding over to Lucy, he stood behind her and trailed his perfectly manicured hands down her bare arms in a sensual caress, chuckling darkly as she trembled at his touch.
“Take darling Lucy here. She fell so hard for me it was frankly quite entertaining to keep her around. And even now, after all that I’ve done to Earth, after seeing me kiss someone else with her own eyes, she can’t help herself. She can’t stop loving me, even though it nearly kills her to do so.”
Turning her round, he pressed his lips against Lucy’s in a hard kiss before moving sharply away, leaving her looking lost. Standing in front of the Doctor he smiled a smile that sent chills down the Doctor’s spine, insanity showing through like it had never done before.
“His love for you was like an inferno, and you fanned those flames without guilt. And he burned, burned like Gallifrey, burned like our people, burned until there was nothing left. So tell me Doctor, how does it feel knowing that once again your precious beliefs have lead to the destruction of all you hold dear?”
Seeing that the Doctor was speechless, the Master chuckled darkly.
“Somehow, I thought that would be the case.”
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
After that, things only got worse.
Even as the Doctor counted down the days to Martha’s pre-planned capture and the downfall of the Master, he found it harder and harder to keep the belief that it was all almost over alive. The Jones’ had been thrown into the ship’s brig - not dead at least, but still in more danger now of being executed one day at the Master’s whim.
He watched Lucy, unable to hate her for falling for the Master’s typical charismatic charm. Saw how she grew more and more quiet with each passing day, until he was sure that she was just going to fade away. That she would just give up as the Master stopped keeping his relationship with Jack a secret and began bringing Jack onto the Main Deck with him.
And as for Jack…seeing the bitter shell of himself he had become, seeing the way he reacted so needily towards the Master’s advances…the Doctor found himself constantly plagued with guilt over his actions, regretting everything he had lost through his foolish prejudices. He had no doubt now, that he would one day become totally used to Jack being a Fact. Even now, that sense of Wrongness had almost completely disappeared.
It had all been for nothing, and looking back now, he could see the way Jack had changed after being abandoned. How he was more serious, less inclined to laugh. How his joking rang hollow. Even though he had spent the entire year repenting his treatment of Jack, until now the full magnitude of what he had done to the other man hadn’t really hit home.
The Master had taken advantage of the situation and used it to take control of a Fact of the universe, to exert his power over the Vortex shining so brightly in the soul of the immortal man. And it was all the Doctor’s fault for running away like the coward he was again.
Footsteps caught his attention, and he pulled himself out of his angst-ridden thoughts only to blink in surprise as he realised it was Jack. The ex-Time Agent said nothing but crouched in front of the Doctor’s wheelchair, staring up at him pensively. The younger man’s forehead was wrinkled in thought, and the Doctor had just realised to his complete bewilderment that he wanted to smooth it away when Jack finally spoke.
“What happened to us, Doctor? Where did it all go wrong?” His voice, although low and hard, was laced with confusion, and the Doctor felt a spark of hope that the Master hadn’t completely destroyed that wonderful goodness inside Jack.
“I don’t know, Jack. “ He said softly, before pausing. This was what had got them in this situation in the first place…his inability to admit to his mistakes. He wouldn’t do that again. Not now, with all there was at stake.
“No, that’s a lie. It went wrong because of me, Jack. Because I never treated you the way you deserved, and ran away from you when you needed me most. Because you were my Gallifrey all over again, strong, beautiful, and unaffected by the ravages of Time, burnt by me just as I let Gallifrey burn.”
Jack’s eyes remained gazing up at him, and the Doctor reached out with a wrinkled hand to cup his cheek.
“I’m sorry, Jack. I’m so sorry…”
His hand never made it to its target. Before his fingers could even brush against Jack’s skin the Master was there, pushing it aside with a contemptuous glare even as he seized Jack’s wrist and pulled him to his feet.
“Preaching martyrdom again, Doctor? How terribly typical of you to accept the blame only when all hope is lost.” He sneered. Turning to glare at Jack he let go of his hand only to grab at his shoulder with both hands, shaking him slightly.
“And you…what have I told you about speaking to him when I’m not around? He’ll only try to twist you to his cause again and use you to overthrow me.” He gently scolded Jack, sighing as Jack looked away guiltily.
“I don’t know…what am I going to do with you?” He murmured, drawing Jack into a tight embrace. Pulling back, he cupped Jack’s face in his hands and kissed him deeply, with a sweetness the Doctor wouldn’t have thought the Master capable of until he saw it with his own eyes.
Taking Jack by the hand again and leading him away, the Master looked back over his shoulder to glower at the Doctor.
“Don’t try and touch what is mine again, Doctor. Or it’ll be all the worse for you and the Jones family.”
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“What were you thinking? You know he’s bad for you.” The Master chided, trailing kisses down Jack’s neck. Coming to the immortal’s shoulder he paused for a moment before biting down hard, relishing the way Jack jolted and moaned beneath him, shuddering as the Master’s tongue laved over the spot and soothed away any pain the bite had caused.
“I’m sorry…” The words came out half whisper, half groan as the Master’s hand slipped between his legs and made Jack arch helplessly upwards, desperately seeking more contact. The Master chuckled, approving of his lover’s wantonness. He’d never regretted the decision to bring the handsome Captain into his bed, and Jack had definitely made all that effort to bring him onside worthwhile. Never mind the power of the Vortex running through him, the way Jack always whimpered whenever the Master gently raked his teeth along his neck was appealing enough on its own.
And then there was the fact that the Doctor had never got to do this to the Captain, of course. There was just something immensely satisfying about the knowledge that the Doctor had never seen Jack in this state, had never seen Jack tilt his head back in ecstasy, sweat soaked hair plastered to his forehead and reddened lips falling open in a shameless moan.
No, the Doctor had never seen that. And he’d certainly never felt Jack rubbing his erection against his in a desperate plea to come or heard Jack begging him to fuck him. Just like the immortal was doing now…
“Please…oh God, please…” Jack panted, grinding up against the Master and making a keening sound in the back of his throat as the Master merely moved back teasingly.
“Please what?” He murmured, nipping at Jack’s throat again. He’d have to be careful, he was getting dangerously close to establishing a fetish here.
“Please…fuck me…just take me, Master, please!” Jack begged, gazing up at the Master through half-lidded eyes that still managed to clearly show off blown, darkened pupils that made the Master shudder in anticipation. Sometimes he pondered whether Jack would have been this wanton naturally or whether it had been a side effect of the mind manipulation…most of the time he didn’t care as long as it was him Jack was so dependent on.
Vaguely, he wondered what the Doctor’s face would look like if he could only see them like this, his old rival and his companion…how did the humans says it? Ah, that was it - fucking like bunnies. How appropriate considering how fast Jack’s heart was beating right now. A beautiful tempo that joined the symphony the Master’s heartbeats were already playing with the drums in his head.
Barely remembering to prepare his Captain, the Master thrust into him with a sharp groan, loving the way Jack cried out, wrapping his arms around the Master’s shoulders and his legs around the Master’s hips as though the Time Lord was the only thing that could keep him from drowning. Who knew, perhaps in Jack’s head he was.
Lucy had never felt like this. It had been fun, of course, and she’d always responded eagerly to any of his advances…but she’d lacked the intense passion that came with the dear Captain here, and had never captured his interest in quite the same way. She’d caught his eye because she had been beautiful…but Jack possessed a fire inside him that made his own handsome physique far outshine hers.
Thrusting wildly into Jack, the Master hissed as he came, vision whitening at the edges but never gone completely. He had far too much control over himself to let a little orgasm blindside him. Not like Jack, who practically convulsed in his arms before gradually coming back to himself, reflexes dulled and relaxed as the Captain seemed to almost melt into the mattress.
Thinking back to his idea about showing a scene like this to the Doctor, the Master laughed as a plan he was very tempted to carry out came to him. Now all he needed was the opportunity…
Part One
Part Two
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
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Author: RubyChan05
Prompt used: "Given how he referred to Jack in The Sound Of Drums, and Last Of The Time Lords, was there a grudging attraction to him in the Master? The Master uses his 'influence' to twist Jack's mind and keeps him in a seeming state of shock to keep him complaint. What can Ten do to protect him?"
"The Master is very persuasive. What can he persuade Jack to do to the Doctor? And what could he never, never persuade him to do?"
"You are a freak. If I knew how to destroy you I wouldn't hesitate for a moment."
Rating: Hard R
Spoilers: All DW.
Warnings; None
Summary: During the year-that-never-was it all goes to Hell, and the betrayed becomes the betrayer.
Notes: Also including Master/Jack because the idea of them together ate my brain
Ten months. Ten months since anyone had last seen Jack. Ten months since they’d all heard the gut wrenching screams of a familiar voice drifting down the corridors.
The Doctor had sat frozen in his wheelchair at the sound of those screams, so afraid that the Master had indeed found a way to destroy Jack forever. But the Master had said nothing on his return, and that had been a comfort to the Doctor - if Jack had been killed, the Master would have been unable to resist gloating about it. Even now, when questioned, all he’d do was smile secretively and promise the Doctor that ‘when next they met the dashing Captain, it would be surprises all round’. Which, whilst not exactly reassuring that the Master hadn’t permanently disfigured Jack, at least guaranteed that they would be meeting again.
Forcibly wrenching his thoughts away from Jack, the Doctor glanced up at the clock on the wall. Five to three. It was time; the plan he’d first made ten months ago and had been waiting for ever since was about to be instigated. Of course, it was really only a backup plan, in case Martha had failed in uniting the remaining survivors of Earth, but this could still be the very thing that would bring down the Master. And even if it didn’t, it should provide enough of a distraction to let Martha get where she needed to go. The chaos should last long enough for that, at least.
It was unlikely that Jack would be able to get out of his solitary confinement now in order to play his part, but hopefully the plan would still be able to go ahead as planned. Even if they had lost what was probably their best fighter now that he himself was trapped in this aged body.
The Master was sitting down for his daily massage, practically flaunting his infidelity in front of Lucy’s face…the poor girl. The Doctor had known as soon as he’d seen her that she was hopelessly infatuated with the Master. And now, judging from her skittish but adoring actions and black eye, she’d practically been broken by him. It was no secret around the Valiant that the Master had lately been seeking his pleasure elsewhere, in the arms of an unknown lover.
Well, the Master would regret his actions soon enough. When the time came for everyone to think of the Doctor’s name, he would lament not even having his wife to support his cause.
14:58:30. 14:59:00. 14:59:30. Showtime.
The ship shook, alarms starting to blare as Clive Jones did his part in damaging the ship’s engines. As the Master raced up to the raised sub-level, Francine and Tish grabbed his jacket and got it to the Doctor. Pulling the Laser Screwdriver out of its pocket, the Doctor felt a thrill of victory as he aimed it at the Master, sure that as the Master raised his hands in surrender it meant that this age of terror was at an end.
But then the Master began to laugh.
“Isomorphic controls.” He breathed, striking the Doctor to the ground. “Which means, they only work for me. Like this!” Struggling to sit up, the Doctor winced as he heard the Master fire at Francine, relieved to hear her apologising angrily only a few seconds later. Not harmed then.
“Didn’t you learn anything from the blessed Saint Martha? Siding with the Doctor is a very dangerous thing to do.” The Master gloated, allowing Lucy to help him on with his jacket. “Ah well. At least one of your little band of followers realised that before it was too late, Doctor.”
The Doctor stared uncomprehendingly up at his fellow Time Lord. Laughing, the Master waved Lucy away, moving to crouch down next to his nemesis.
“Oh yes, Doctor. One of them saw the light, and realised that the path to happiness lay with me instead of you. They were more than happy to tell me all about this little plan of yours…I’ve known for nearly ten months now.”
The Doctor’s hearts seemed to stop in his chest before starting up again, each beat suddenly painful. He’d been betrayed? But by who? Only a few aboard the ship had known of his plan, and most of them were in the same room as him now, sure to be punished for their defeat. It couldn’t be Clive, as the engines had been damaged just as planned, which left…
The Doctor’s blood ran cold.
Seeing in the Doctor’s eyes that the other Time Lord had figured it out, the Master threw back his head, the laughter positively exploding out of him now.
“Oh, that’s right Doctor. Betrayed by the one who you yourself have betrayed so many times.” Turning his head in the direction of the door, the Master beckoned. “You can come in now, Jack…time to show the Doctor what good care I’ve been taking of you.”
The door slid open further, and the Doctor gaped as Jack entered the room, full of grace and radiating confidence. His old breeches and greatcoat outfit had been ditched for impossibly tight leather trousers and a close fitting crimson t-shirt that hugged his body, showing off his chest.
Moving to stand beside the Master, Jack paid no attention to the Doctor and the others at first, merely allowing the Master to pull him into a hard, lusty kiss. The Doctor felt sick as he watched Jack kissing eagerly back, arching closer with a faint moan as the Master’s hands slipped down to cup his butt. Pulling back, the Master gave Jack a quick peck on the forehead, smiling as he gestured for Jack to turn and face the fallen Doctor.
“You see, love? Nothing to worry about. With your help their plan barely got started.” He murmured, resting a hand lightly on Jack’s back. Jack chuckled quietly, turning dead eyes to meet the Doctor’s gaze.
“I see, Master. I shouldn’t have doubted you.”
The Doctor stared up at his former companion, unable to believe that he had been betrayed like this. Jack’s eyes were cold and bitter as they met his, and the Doctor was unable to withhold a shiver as he looked into their dark depths. Once when he had looked into the Captain’s eyes he had seen his soul and known it to be good, recognising the innate integrity and reliability of the man. Now all he could see was darkness, frozen and resentful, looking back into him and cutting him to the core.
And underneath the itchy sense of Wrongness that, although faded with time and exposure, Jack still made him feel, there was the sense that something else was amiss, the distressing feeling that something was rotting deep inside the ex-Time Agent, leaving him twisted and hollow.
No, there was no way Jack would have just betrayed him like this. Not without the Master’s interference.
“What have you done to him?” His voice was like steel, barely containing the cold fury he felt at the knowledge that the Master had been messing about in Jack’s mind. Then the Master laughed, and had he been in his normal body, the Doctor was sure that he would have leapt up to deck him, never mind his attempts to save his fellow Time Lord.
“I haven’t done anything to him…anything that he didn’t want, anyway.” The Master smirked, fixing his dark eyes on the Doctor’s. Opening his mouth to retort, the Doctor instead reeled back as various images flooded into his mind, powerful enough to have sent him to his knees had he not already been there.
“Ah…ah…”
“You like that do you? Then say it…say my name…”
“M…Master…”
Trembling with pure rage, the Doctor forced himself to his feet, refusing to break eye contact and give the Master the satisfaction.
“How dare you…” He hissed, lurching forwards. Jack instantly moved to block him, as though in his wizened form the Doctor could really have posed any threat to the Master. And as Jack coldly placed a hand on his chest to restrain him, the Doctor wasn’t sure if he should be laughing or crying at the terrible irony.
Here he was, trying to protect Jack, and the very person he was trying to protect was stopping him.
“He’s telling the truth, Doctor…all he’s done is wake me up to the fact that you were never the person I thought you were. That all you do is use people…use me.” Jack said bitterly, moving back to stand by the Master’s side again. The Doctor stumbled, unable to believe that Jack had said something like that. But one look in those icy blue eyes made him unable to deny it.
“Jack…he’s twisted your mind…can’t you see?” He tried weakly. Jack just glared at him, every bit of his gaze filled with utter hatred.
“No, Doctor. He forced me to stop hiding behind all my walls of denial. And I’m thankful for it. I won’t be your tool anymore.”
The room was silent after Jack’s little speech, and the Doctor was sure that at least one of his hearts had broken. There was something so heartfelt about Jack’s words…so sure…somehow he knew that even if the Master hadn’t brought these thoughts to the foreground Jack would still have been thinking them. Which made Jack’s prior seemingly unwavering belief in him even more amazing.
Wrapping an arm around Jack’s shoulders and pecking him on the mouth, the Master let his hand slip down to grope his ass before gently pushing him back towards the door.
“That’s enough for now, love. I’ll see you back in your rooms.” He said softly. Smiling at the Master Jack nodded, and bounced out.
As soon as he was gone the Master was grinning provokingly at the Doctor, almost daring him to try and do something.
“Wonderful, isn’t he? Of course, he didn’t give in in the beginning…I tried wiping his memories of you at first, but he remembered his loyalty to you soon enough - some part of him couldn’t bear to forget you, even after everything you had done to him.”
Seeing the Doctor flinch, the Master’s grin widened.
“You realise now, don’t you? What you threw away when you ignored him and treated him as Wrong.” He realised. “Poor, pathetic Doctor. So trapped in his own loneliness that he can’t even see when someone’s so in love with him that they would do anything just to make him notice them.”
“You don’t know anything about me and Jack.” The Doctor spat out, even as inside he cried out in grief at what he had done. The Master just laughed, seeing through him now just as he had always done.
“Oh, I know everything Doctor. You forget - I’ve walked among your Captain’s memories. It was easy enough to realise my mistake when it came to subduing him a second time - the potential had always been there, lurking in corners of his mind that even he did not dare to dwell on. All that hurt, all that anger…it was so easy to bring it to the surface, to let him try and fight his own feelings with that lovely image of you he’s tried so desperately to cling onto.
“And you know what? It never stood a chance against all the things you had done to him.” The Master gloated. “Like I always say, love’s a dangerous thing Doctor. It can be wonderful, yes…but it can also burn someone beyond recognition, until all you have left is the charred remains of what they could have been.”
Gliding over to Lucy, he stood behind her and trailed his perfectly manicured hands down her bare arms in a sensual caress, chuckling darkly as she trembled at his touch.
“Take darling Lucy here. She fell so hard for me it was frankly quite entertaining to keep her around. And even now, after all that I’ve done to Earth, after seeing me kiss someone else with her own eyes, she can’t help herself. She can’t stop loving me, even though it nearly kills her to do so.”
Turning her round, he pressed his lips against Lucy’s in a hard kiss before moving sharply away, leaving her looking lost. Standing in front of the Doctor he smiled a smile that sent chills down the Doctor’s spine, insanity showing through like it had never done before.
“His love for you was like an inferno, and you fanned those flames without guilt. And he burned, burned like Gallifrey, burned like our people, burned until there was nothing left. So tell me Doctor, how does it feel knowing that once again your precious beliefs have lead to the destruction of all you hold dear?”
Seeing that the Doctor was speechless, the Master chuckled darkly.
“Somehow, I thought that would be the case.”
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After that, things only got worse.
Even as the Doctor counted down the days to Martha’s pre-planned capture and the downfall of the Master, he found it harder and harder to keep the belief that it was all almost over alive. The Jones’ had been thrown into the ship’s brig - not dead at least, but still in more danger now of being executed one day at the Master’s whim.
He watched Lucy, unable to hate her for falling for the Master’s typical charismatic charm. Saw how she grew more and more quiet with each passing day, until he was sure that she was just going to fade away. That she would just give up as the Master stopped keeping his relationship with Jack a secret and began bringing Jack onto the Main Deck with him.
And as for Jack…seeing the bitter shell of himself he had become, seeing the way he reacted so needily towards the Master’s advances…the Doctor found himself constantly plagued with guilt over his actions, regretting everything he had lost through his foolish prejudices. He had no doubt now, that he would one day become totally used to Jack being a Fact. Even now, that sense of Wrongness had almost completely disappeared.
It had all been for nothing, and looking back now, he could see the way Jack had changed after being abandoned. How he was more serious, less inclined to laugh. How his joking rang hollow. Even though he had spent the entire year repenting his treatment of Jack, until now the full magnitude of what he had done to the other man hadn’t really hit home.
The Master had taken advantage of the situation and used it to take control of a Fact of the universe, to exert his power over the Vortex shining so brightly in the soul of the immortal man. And it was all the Doctor’s fault for running away like the coward he was again.
Footsteps caught his attention, and he pulled himself out of his angst-ridden thoughts only to blink in surprise as he realised it was Jack. The ex-Time Agent said nothing but crouched in front of the Doctor’s wheelchair, staring up at him pensively. The younger man’s forehead was wrinkled in thought, and the Doctor had just realised to his complete bewilderment that he wanted to smooth it away when Jack finally spoke.
“What happened to us, Doctor? Where did it all go wrong?” His voice, although low and hard, was laced with confusion, and the Doctor felt a spark of hope that the Master hadn’t completely destroyed that wonderful goodness inside Jack.
“I don’t know, Jack. “ He said softly, before pausing. This was what had got them in this situation in the first place…his inability to admit to his mistakes. He wouldn’t do that again. Not now, with all there was at stake.
“No, that’s a lie. It went wrong because of me, Jack. Because I never treated you the way you deserved, and ran away from you when you needed me most. Because you were my Gallifrey all over again, strong, beautiful, and unaffected by the ravages of Time, burnt by me just as I let Gallifrey burn.”
Jack’s eyes remained gazing up at him, and the Doctor reached out with a wrinkled hand to cup his cheek.
“I’m sorry, Jack. I’m so sorry…”
His hand never made it to its target. Before his fingers could even brush against Jack’s skin the Master was there, pushing it aside with a contemptuous glare even as he seized Jack’s wrist and pulled him to his feet.
“Preaching martyrdom again, Doctor? How terribly typical of you to accept the blame only when all hope is lost.” He sneered. Turning to glare at Jack he let go of his hand only to grab at his shoulder with both hands, shaking him slightly.
“And you…what have I told you about speaking to him when I’m not around? He’ll only try to twist you to his cause again and use you to overthrow me.” He gently scolded Jack, sighing as Jack looked away guiltily.
“I don’t know…what am I going to do with you?” He murmured, drawing Jack into a tight embrace. Pulling back, he cupped Jack’s face in his hands and kissed him deeply, with a sweetness the Doctor wouldn’t have thought the Master capable of until he saw it with his own eyes.
Taking Jack by the hand again and leading him away, the Master looked back over his shoulder to glower at the Doctor.
“Don’t try and touch what is mine again, Doctor. Or it’ll be all the worse for you and the Jones family.”
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“What were you thinking? You know he’s bad for you.” The Master chided, trailing kisses down Jack’s neck. Coming to the immortal’s shoulder he paused for a moment before biting down hard, relishing the way Jack jolted and moaned beneath him, shuddering as the Master’s tongue laved over the spot and soothed away any pain the bite had caused.
“I’m sorry…” The words came out half whisper, half groan as the Master’s hand slipped between his legs and made Jack arch helplessly upwards, desperately seeking more contact. The Master chuckled, approving of his lover’s wantonness. He’d never regretted the decision to bring the handsome Captain into his bed, and Jack had definitely made all that effort to bring him onside worthwhile. Never mind the power of the Vortex running through him, the way Jack always whimpered whenever the Master gently raked his teeth along his neck was appealing enough on its own.
And then there was the fact that the Doctor had never got to do this to the Captain, of course. There was just something immensely satisfying about the knowledge that the Doctor had never seen Jack in this state, had never seen Jack tilt his head back in ecstasy, sweat soaked hair plastered to his forehead and reddened lips falling open in a shameless moan.
No, the Doctor had never seen that. And he’d certainly never felt Jack rubbing his erection against his in a desperate plea to come or heard Jack begging him to fuck him. Just like the immortal was doing now…
“Please…oh God, please…” Jack panted, grinding up against the Master and making a keening sound in the back of his throat as the Master merely moved back teasingly.
“Please what?” He murmured, nipping at Jack’s throat again. He’d have to be careful, he was getting dangerously close to establishing a fetish here.
“Please…fuck me…just take me, Master, please!” Jack begged, gazing up at the Master through half-lidded eyes that still managed to clearly show off blown, darkened pupils that made the Master shudder in anticipation. Sometimes he pondered whether Jack would have been this wanton naturally or whether it had been a side effect of the mind manipulation…most of the time he didn’t care as long as it was him Jack was so dependent on.
Vaguely, he wondered what the Doctor’s face would look like if he could only see them like this, his old rival and his companion…how did the humans says it? Ah, that was it - fucking like bunnies. How appropriate considering how fast Jack’s heart was beating right now. A beautiful tempo that joined the symphony the Master’s heartbeats were already playing with the drums in his head.
Barely remembering to prepare his Captain, the Master thrust into him with a sharp groan, loving the way Jack cried out, wrapping his arms around the Master’s shoulders and his legs around the Master’s hips as though the Time Lord was the only thing that could keep him from drowning. Who knew, perhaps in Jack’s head he was.
Lucy had never felt like this. It had been fun, of course, and she’d always responded eagerly to any of his advances…but she’d lacked the intense passion that came with the dear Captain here, and had never captured his interest in quite the same way. She’d caught his eye because she had been beautiful…but Jack possessed a fire inside him that made his own handsome physique far outshine hers.
Thrusting wildly into Jack, the Master hissed as he came, vision whitening at the edges but never gone completely. He had far too much control over himself to let a little orgasm blindside him. Not like Jack, who practically convulsed in his arms before gradually coming back to himself, reflexes dulled and relaxed as the Captain seemed to almost melt into the mattress.
Thinking back to his idea about showing a scene like this to the Doctor, the Master laughed as a plan he was very tempted to carry out came to him. Now all he needed was the opportunity…
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