Title: Dancing To His Master's Drums Part Five
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
Led into a spacious, well-decorated room, the Doctor paused as he took in his surroundings. Ornate decorations, ok. Comfortable seating along the wall, fine. He guessed the Master wanted to sit down to watch this. But a large four poster bed in the middle of the room?
Seeing his confusion, the Master smirked and unfastened the Doctor’s handcuffs.
“I see you’ve noticed the bed…so what are you waiting for? Strip.”
The Doctor froze, swallowing hard as he saw the heated look in the Master’s eyes. Backpedalling quickly, he shot the other Time Lord a nervous smile.
“Ah. Yes. Not quite what I expected, but all well and good. I guess I’ll just be lea…”
His attempt to escape failed as he bumped against something solid, and he stared at the Master with wide eyes as Jack pushed him back towards him. Now this, this he hadn’t seen coming. Of course he’d noticed that this regeneration of the Master was a lot more interested in the physical aspects of his partners in crime, but he’d never imagined that he’d show any sort of that interest in him.
Except…it wasn’t going to be the Master that did this to him, was it? The Master had volunteered Jack, and now the Doctor could very easily guess what begging for mercy in this situation would entail. The Master wanted to see the Doctor lose control, lose every ounce of his pride…and as a final twist, he was going to have Jack, a man he’d once trusted with his life, do the deed.
The Doctor could practically feel his cheeks grow hot as he realised what was in store for him. Because Jack had spent almost his whole life practising seduction and his special techniques…and in a situation like this, with no escape, the Doctor had the horrible feeling he wouldn’t be able to stop himself giving in.
Looking at the Master’s confident smirk, it appeared that the Master thought so too.
“Come on now…hurry and up and lose the clothes. Jack has been waiting to do this ever since you met, after all. Or is it that you’re just afraid you’re going to end up losing that iron-clad restraint you always have over yourself? You can always refuse…but then I’m afraid the Jones’ will have a little appointment to make with a few men holding guns.”
Gritting his teeth, the Doctor slipped out of his coat and began to loosen his tie, pulling it over his head and dropping it to the floor. Unbuttoning his suit jacket, the Doctor had the unnerving feeling of being on display, and his fingers faltered on the buttons before he gathered up his courage and moved on. He still had his shirt and trousers for the moment, after all.
Trying to ignore the Master’s hungry expression, the Doctor began to undo his shirt, only to realise that shaking fingers weren’t that good at all at pushing small buttons through even smaller holes. Muttering under his breath he kept trying, but with each failure the irrational fear that the Master would grow tired with this display and order five executions grew more and more prominent, making him even clumsier.
Reduced to roughly yanking at the fabric until it was in danger of ripping, the Doctor started as another set of hands gently pushed his own aside and took over, carefully undoing the blue buttons until his shirt was hanging open. Staring wide eyed at the calm looking Jack, the Doctor was brought back to reality by the Master’s laughter.
“Oh dear, Doctor…as nervous as a skittish virgin girl. Good thing Jack was willing to help you out…in fact, feel free to start whenever you want, Jack. You can do whatever you want…I won’t stop you.” The Master leered, settling back on the sofa to enjoy the view.
Swallowing, the Doctor looked back at Jack, surprised when the Captain simply dropped to his knees in front of him. The next thing he knew, Jack was pressing soft, open mouthed kisses against his stomach, making the Doctor shiver despite himself. Nimble fingers unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, a mouth following them down until it was brushing just above the waistband of his boxers, the Doctor unable to hold back the soft moan that escaped him at the sensation.
Feeling Jack take hold of his trousers and boxers together and pull them down, the Doctor froze, his face flushing from embarrassment even as his stomach twisted at the thought of being on show to both Jack and the Master like this. But the Master made no comment, and Jack merely moved on to the Doctor’s white sneakers, removing them and the Doctor’s socks so that the Doctor could step out of the puddle of clothing he’d been standing in.
Looking down to meet Jack’s steady gaze the Doctor blushed even more, vaguely wondering where his bravado had disappeared off to at the time he needed it most. But then Jack leaned forward to nip gently at his stomach and he found himself gasping instead of voicing the thought.
Jack just chuckled against his skin and moved back, pulling his t-shirt off in one fluid movement to reveal enough smooth skin to make the Doctor lose all train of thought again. And then Jack was kicking his shoes off and standing eye level with the Doctor once more, pushing the Doctor’s shirt off his shoulders so that it joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor.
The Master made an approving sound from the sofa, and it was enough to bring the Doctor to his senses.
“I can’t…” He whispered, putting his hands on Jack’s chest and pushing him back. Jack frowned, moving closer and shifting the Doctor’s hands until they were holding onto his shoulders.
“You can…” He murmured, and suddenly they were kissing.
Soft, light kisses that slowly deepened until the Doctor found it hard to worry about the fact that they had an audience and he was naked. He shivered, and Jack wrapped his arms around him, hands sliding down to cup his ass, making him groan as the Doctor felt his own hardness being pressed against the bulge in Jack’s trousers. A tongue flicked against his bottom lip and he opened up immediately, granting it access.
It had been too long…too long since he’d done this…
Pulling back as the need for oxygen finally became apparent, the Doctor rested his forehead against Jack’s, panting. To his embarrassment at some point or another he’d wrapped his arms around Jack’s neck. And to make things worse, he ached, part of him desperately craving Jack’s touch even as he came back to himself and remembered the situation he was in.
Perhaps Jack sensed his dilemma, because the next thing the Doctor knew lips were scorching a trail down his neck. And as he arched up with a soft groan, baring his throat further at the sensation of Jack nibbling at the tender flesh there, he finally realised that there had only been one outcome to this right from the start - he just couldn’t resist Jack like this.
So he gave in.
Jack hummed happily against the Doctor’s shoulder as he felt the Doctor scrabbling at the clasp to his trousers, and let the Time Lord ease the tight leather off until he was as naked as the Doctor. Moving back in for another kiss, Jack walked the Doctor backwards until his knees hit the edge of the bed, and then they were falling, falling down to sprawl on the bed with Jack on top of the Doctor.
“Jack!” The Doctor gasped as Jack instantly set about grinding against him, rubbing cat-like against the hardness between slim, sprawled legs. His body took on a life of its own as his arms wrapped themselves around Jack’s shoulders and his legs twisted into Jack’s, desperately trying to get closer to the source of his pleasure, to the almost stifling heat, to Jack.
“My my…someone has been hiding a sluttish side, haven’t they, Doctor?” The Master taunted from his front row seat. The Doctor gave no sign he’d heard him, and whilst normally this would have infuriated the Master, this time he had to acknowledge that the Doctor couldn’t really be blamed for that; Jack had just drawn one of his nipples into his mouth after all.
Back on the bed, the Doctor was squirming as Jack trailed kisses down his chest and slowly worked his way down until he was face to face with the Doctor’s cock. Realising exactly where he was the Doctor froze up, hearts thundering loudly in his chest.
“You don’t…I mean…”
But then Jack had never been the type to refuse any sort of challenge, and the Doctor arched up as Jack took him into his mouth, hands instinctively moving to tangle in Jack’s hair, holding his companion there. Jack chuckled, and the vibrations caused by the sound made the Doctor moan again.
It was like the sweetest torture; Jack played with him like the expert he was, alternating between pulling back to lightly suckle at his head and swallowing him to the root, tongue seemingly everywhere at once as it flicked at his slit one moment and swirled around him in the next. Once he used his teeth to ever-so-lightly graze the Doctor’s cock, the contact barely there and nowhere near hard enough for it to hurt.
It all brought him closer and closer to an edge he hadn’t reached in a long time. But Jack didn’t seem to want to let him get to that point just yet.
“Please…please…” The Doctor’s breath sobbed in his throat as he writhed under Jack’s touch, head tossing side to side even as his hands curled over the edge of the headboard in a desperate attempt to find something to hang onto, the feeling of being swept away so strong.
He didn’t know how much of this he could take. Jack had kept him on the edge for what seemed like hours, and the urgent need to come was both energising and killing him.
“Oh please…I’m begging you…please…”
At those words Jack stopped, raising his head so that he could look the Doctor in the eye. Jack’s usually immaculate hair was wild and his cheeks were flushed, his pupils so blown that his eyes seemed to be entirely dark with lust. And as a tongue flicked out to lick reddened lips, the Doctor realised with a start that he’d never seen anything more beautiful in his life.
Letting his hands slide from the headboard, he held one out to Jack. For a moment, Jack just stared at it, before finally taking it and allowing the Doctor to pull him closer until he was sprawled on top of him, face to face once again. The Doctor smiled, fingertips gently tracing Jack’s cheek before he curled his hand properly around Jack’s neck.
Pulling him closer until their lips were almost touching and their breath mingled, he gazed sadly up at the Captain before speaking.
“Why is it that we never realise just what we have until it’s gone?” He asked softly, before bringing Jack down into the sweetest kiss he could give the other man.
For a second, Jack froze in his arms, as if he hadn’t expected the Doctor to instigate a kiss on his own. But then he was suddenly melting against the Doctor, eagerly kissing him back just as tenderly.
“Doctor…” Jack sighed into his mouth, and the Doctor smiled against Jack’s lips…
“That’s enough!” The Master’s voice, sharp with anger, broke into their reverie and Jack wrenched himself away, shaking his head as if to clear it. The Doctor blinked, suddenly once again aware of the fact that he was still hard, but one glance at the Master’s expression told him it would not be a good idea to reach down and take care of it himself.
“The instructions were to make him beg and take that stupid pride away from him as he loses control! Not let him give you a kiss from bloody ‘Gone With The Wind’!” The Master seethed.
“But you said I could do whatever I wanted…” Jack’s voice trailed off at the furious look in the Master’s eye, and he looked away.
“Yes. What you wanted. Not to let him do what he wanted! Now fuck him and finish it off.” The Master snarled.
Lying on the bed, the Doctor stiffened, hearts beginning to pound again as he realised what was in store for him. To have Jack take him…he couldn’t do it. He just couldn’t. Being underneath another man was one thing, but letting another man completely dominate him…his stomach twisted at the thought, panic rising in him.
No. Oh no.
He felt hands curl around his wrists, pinning them to the bed, and he stared up at Jack with wide, almost frightened eyes. Jack hesitated, chewing his bottom lip uneasily.
“I can’t.”
“What?” The Master stared at Jack in disbelief, sure he’d misheard.
“I can’t do it. I won’t do it.” Jack repeated, and the Master glowered at him.
“You can and you will! What the devil’s wrong with you?”
“He doesn’t want this!” Jack’s voice was distressed, cracking as he spoke. “It would be rape, and I won’t do that!”
“Jack…” The Doctor breathed, staring up at his former companion in wonderful hope. Jack’s eyes were confused, something warring deep within them as he stared down at the Doctor. Then he suddenly closed them, face determined as he reached out with one hand. Caught off guard, the Doctor cried out as Jack pumped him once, twice, three times, and he was coming, oh he was finally, blissfully coming…
When he opened his eyes, still panting from the force of his orgasm, Jack was looking down at him, expression awe-struck.
“What. Was. That?” The Master’s voice, hard and cold, echoed in the suddenly silent room, and the Doctor glared as his fellow Time Lord grabbed Jack’s wrist and hauled him off the bed, causing Jack to nearly trip on the bedcovers that had slipped to the floor during his passionate encounter with the Doctor.
“I couldn’t do it.” Jack whispered, and the Master gave him a disgusted look before grabbing Jack’s clothes from the floor and throwing them at the Captain.
“Get dressed and get out. I’ll see you back in your rooms.” He barked. Jack flinched, quickly throwing on his clothes and escaping the room.
Wheeling back round to face the Doctor the Master glowered, menace seeping out of his every pore and pure fury in his eyes.
“I warned you!” He spat, advancing on the still naked Doctor. “I told you never to touch what was mine again.”
“I believe it was you who suggested that Jack do this to me.” The Doctor said dryly, raising himself up onto his elbows so that he could see the Master better. He chose to ignore the state he was in for now - modesty certainly wasn’t going to get him very far at the moment, that was for sure.
The Master practically growled.
“But you kissed him. You went all romantic on him. And whatever it is about you that makes all those companions fall for you made Jack virtually make love to you!” He snapped.
The Doctor stared as it all suddenly clicked for him. And before he could stop himself, he had thrown back his head in pure laughter at the sheer irony of the situation.
“What?” The Master paused, brow furrowed as the Doctor kept laughing.
“You’re actually jealous, aren’t you? You may have started out with grand intentions of having fun with someone who could never die, and later taking control of an actual universal Fact, but it backfired on you didn’t it?” The Doctor calmed down enough to crow.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I’m talking, Koschei, about the fact that however much you pretend otherwise, you’re just a lonely little boy. You can mock my love of my companions all you like, but at the end of the day you can’t escape the fact that you crave them as much as I do. You tried to steal Adric and use his genius. You picked up and married Lucy. And then you met your match.
“You manipulated one Captain Jack Harkness and ended up falling for his charms just like so many others have done.” The Doctor finished his speech with a mocking smile, and his grin only widened at the interesting purple colour the Master had turned.
“I assure you Theta, if you wish to play the memory lane game, I have in no way fallen for the good Captain.” The Master bit off. “He’s a plaything, a way to hurt you…that’s all. I’m not like you. I don’t fall for humans, particularly ones with the potential to outlive me - that’s just annoying.”
If the Master had been intending to shock the Doctor and force him into denying that statement, he was in for a surprise.
“Oh, I know full well that I’m head over heels with the Captain.” The Doctor smiled brightly. “That’s the thing about falling into bed with someone…you really can’t keep denying your feelings for them anymore.”
Visibly annoyed by the Doctor’s flippant tone, the Master scowled and threw the Doctor’s clothes at him just like he had done with Jack earlier.
“Fine. Act like the love-struck fool you are. But I’ve got just one last thing I forgot to tell you, and I promise you it’ll be good.”
Leaning forward, the Master grinned and whispered in an exaggerated fashion.
“You may have delayed the launch today, but the rockets will be flying tomorrow.”
And with those words he left the room, leaving behind a stricken Doctor.
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In his own rooms, Jack knelt on the plush window seat, staring down at the ruins of Cardiff below on Earth. He remembered the town well, remembered the various nights out with his team and the occasional day when things were quiet enough for him to just go out walking, taking in the urban beauty that was Cardiff.
Now, looking down at crumbling Millennium Centre below, he wondered whether any of his team were even still alive. He knew why the Master had done it all; there had to be a new Gallifrey after all, and the Doctor had corrupted this planet too much during the years for it to last much longer without falling into decay anyway.
But part of him still wished that this could have all been done without the massive loss of life Earth had suffered.
He knew for a fact that Owen was dead - the Master had told him that much. The young doctor had returned from the team’s trip to the Himalayas furious at the chaos that was happening all around him, and had picked a fight with two of the Toclaphane. He hadn’t stood a chance.
Even as his thoughts took a more morbid turn, Jack’s attention was caught by a solitary figure standing by the Bay’s water feature. Snagging a pair of authentic World War II binoculars the Master had procured for him, he zoomed in on the person on a whim, sucking in a breath as he realised who it was.
None other than Ianto Jones, dressed in one of his impeccable suits and gazing morosely up at the Valiant. Even though he knew logically that Ianto couldn’t see him, Jack couldn’t resist the urge to wave sadly down at his old team member, and sure enough Ianto didn’t react at all.
Another person came into view, and Jack watched silently as Tosh took Ianto’s arm and gently urged him back towards the lift. She looked scared, and Jack couldn’t blame her; Cardiff’s Toclaphane were sure to be around somewhere. But at least he knew for sure now that Ianto and Tosh were still alive. Even if Gwen’s status was still unknown.
He could hear footsteps coming now, and he quickly shut his binoculars in a nearby cabinet in preparation. It was most probably the Master, and Jack had no desire to see his binoculars smashed in one of the Time Lord’s fits of anger. It had never happened to him so far, but he had heard enough rumours and seen enough of Lucy to know that it could happen one day.
The door slammed open, revealing a seething Master, and Jack knew that today was that day.
“Stupid human! I give you the perfect chance to have your revenge on the man that has wronged you, and you blow it!” The Master snarled, turning and kicking over a padded chair for good measure.
“What, you want me to rape him? What good would that do? I’d be even worse than him!” Jack retorted, leaping to his feet angrily. The Master glared at him.
“I admit that I may have made the wrong decision asking you to do that, but what’s your excuse for that gentle lovey-dovey foreplay, hmm? Answer me that, Captain!”
Jack faltered, looking away.
“I don’t know. I just…it just felt right. After all those years he was finally in my arms, and I wanted him to enjoy himself. To see what he’d been missing.” He said honestly, a slight hint of confusion overlaying his words. Why had he done that? After everything the Doctor had done to him, why had he still wanted to make their first time special?
“Well, you certainly did that! I left him warbling on about how he’d realised he was head over heels for you now.” The Master said bitterly. “He always was a sentimental fool.”
Jack froze, lifting his head immediately at those words to make eye contact again.
“He said that?” He asked quietly. The Master paused for a moment, clearly realising his mistake in mentioning that particular nugget of information.
“Yes. But that doesn’t make him any different, does it? If anything that makes him even more callous, leaving behind the person he loves just because they feel Wrong to him.” The Master said casually, smirking to himself as he saw Jack’s face fall. Perfect - what could have been a nasty situation easily averted by his superior brainpower.
Moving closer, he wrapped Jack in his arms and smiled as the other man laid his head on his shoulder.
“No. You’re…you’re right, Master.” Jack murmured softly. The Master tightened his hold on him, feeling Jack’s heat bleeding through his clothing and warming him.
“Of course I am. I know I lost my temper with you love, but I just can’t stand what he does to you.” He murmured. “I was the one who had to pick up the pieces, remember?”
Jack nodded against his shoulder, shivering slightly.
“You had to put me through that intensive reprogramming to get his influence out of my head.” He remembered. “You had to break down all the walls I’d put up in there to protect myself.”
The Master grinned evilly at that. Of course, it had been nothing of the sort at all, but it was amazing what someone would believe once you turned them against their old flame and planted a few tiny suggestions that you were their saviour.
Similar to the Earth-decaying-because-of-the-Doctor’s-influence lie. Dear me, but hatred really did make you blind after all.
“Exactly. So I don’t want to see you falling for his little games again. Don’t worry…I’ll never put you in a situation where that could happen ever again.” He promised, before letting his hand slip down between Jack’s legs. Jack jerked at the touch, moaning in the back of his throat as the Master gently stroked the bulge that still remained there after his encounter with the Doctor.
“But what do you say we take care of this before we talk further, hmm?” The Master breathed. Oh, but he just loved his life sometimes.
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