FIC - [Doctor Who] - Ten/Simm!Master - "Distance Kept" (Part Two)
[Series:] Doctor Who
[Pairing:] The Doctor (Ten)/The Master (!Simm) (this part - it's Master/Ten/Jack overall)
[Setting:] AR (alternate reality of sorts), post "Children of Earth" for Torchwood; around "The End of Time" for Doctor Who (but being AR this fic pretty much negates those events ;) )
[Title:] "Distance Kept" [Part Two (of Three)]
[Author:] kyatto
[Rating:] R (NC-17 overall)
[Word Count:] About 3,200
[Summary:] The Doctor has gone out to meet with the Master. However he's found himself completely unprepared for what the other Time Lord has in store for him.
[Warnings:] Spoilers for Torchwood and Doctor Who, M/M frottage
[Part One:] Here
Distance Kept
Part Two
~*~
It seemed there was little time in between the Doctor hanging up the phone and getting to his feet to redress. The conversation had been rather short, and Jack could only hear one side of it. He was unsure as to what was going on, given that the Doctor’s tone had been rather clipped. However, the fact that suddenly the Doctor was in an awful hurry concerned him. Especially if he was going to go to the TARDIS. The fact the Doctor made no motion nor word to incline that Jack was invited along also unnerved him. Was he being abandoned again?
“Where are you off to all of a sudden?” The Captain asked, despite knowing who was on the other end of the line.
“I’ll only be gone a minute,” The Doctor replied, retying his tie and tugging back on his suit jacket. “He’s outside, it’ll be quick - I promise.”
“What does he want?” Jack sounded concerned. He did not like the Master at all. No to mention - wasn’t he supposed to be dead?
“He’s got something to ask me is all,” the Doctor said. He stood in front of the tiny mirror and finished readying himself. “Besides, you know what happened last. I’m just as surprised as you are to find him alive - and here of all places. All the more reason why I should meet with him. Who knows? We could be in luck! He could be leaving and just wants to wish an, ah, old friend farewell.”
“Still can’t believe you two were friends…” Jack groaned, all but rolling his eyes as he lay back on the bed.
“Believe it,” the Doctor smiled as he stepped out the door. “Well, off I go. Just stay there, would you? I mean it, I’m coming right back. Don’t go running off.”
“Fine,” Jack scoffed, folding his now freed hands behind his head. Typical Doctor. Always running off and leaving him behind.
~*~
“Fancy meeting you here,” came a cool, almost condescending voice.
The hotel was small and was located in a less populated part of the city. It was not quite small enough to be a “capsule” hotel, but it also wasn’t as big as the American chains. From the outside it blended in perfectly with the shopping and office buildings that flanked it. It was dark out, the streets fairly quiet - just past three o’clock in the morning. The usual sounds of city traffic and late night drunken festivities could be heard in the distance, but where the decided to spend the night was a bit more secluded. The Master said he would be in the alley separating a couple of shops right near the hotel. He had called using a nearby payphone. Said phone was easy to spot - there was only one on the entire block. The Doctor didn’t have to travel far to find the alley either. It was dark and empty, only the entrance dimly a lit by a nearly burnt out streetlamp. It was a pretty typical place for the Master to want to meet. If any local were to pass by they wouldn’t notice anything out of the ordinary.
“You’re the one who called me down,” the Doctor replied, looking around quickly before stepping into the alley, into the darkness. “What is it that you want?”
“What? You aren’t happy to see me? I’m hurt,” the Master said, his tone laced with mocking. “And here I came all the way just to see you. What’re you doing holed up in some shack anyway? Did you break your TARDIS?”
“The TARDIS is fine, don’t worry,” the Doctor snapped. “It was a gift from the owner for saving it from the monster invasion. Would have been rude not to accept it.”
“Oh, I’m not worried,” the Master chuckled. “Well, surprise! I’m still me! Alive! And look, I didn’t even really need to regenerate!” It was too dark too see, but the Master was dramatically gesturing to illustrate his exclamations.
“I can see that,” the Doctor nodded, thin-lipped. “Hear that as well. But let’s cut to the chase now, shall we? What did you want to meet for, and here of all places? Best be quick, I do have someone waiting for me.”
“Aw, do you still have Martha Jones with you, then?” the Master said and his smirk could practically be heard. “So that’s why you got a hotel room! I always had a feeling about you and those Earth girls, Doctor.”
The Doctor ignored that innuendo-hinted jab. “No, Martha’s not here. She’s back home. It’s someone else, not really all that important. Quit stalling. What do you want?”
“Oh, come on, Doctor,” the Master replied, stepping closer to him. “I like this game! Who else is it? You’ve been with so many, after all. Can I get a hint? Hair color? How about blond? I’d heard you tend to favor blonds.”
“I don’t have a woman with me!” the Doctor was trying his best not to swear. The Master tended to be rather aggravating at times. “Like I said, it’s not important. Will you just answer my question?”
“Not a woman? I’m surprised at you, Doctor,” the Master was close enough now he could feel his breath fan against his lips, and see just a hint of light reflect in his eyes. “Because if it’s not a woman, then it means you’re here with another man. So tell me Doctor, does this mean you’ve gone gay?“ There was a hint of wicked delight to his voice.
“Master!” the Doctor hissed bitterly, backing up until he could feel the cold, concrete wall of the building behind him.
“I do rather like it when you use my name,” the Master chuckled, following the Doctor’s steps until he had him practically pinned. “How about I answer your question if you answer mine?”
“It’s none of your business,” the other Time Lord retorted. “They’re just my current traveling partner. I don’t have some sort of ulterior motive, unlike you. I know you’re hiding something, so just tell me what it is already.”
~*~
It had been almost half an hour since the Doctor left the room. Not that Jack was worried or anything. Knowing the Time Lord, he could disappear for several days and that would have been a “be right back” for him. No, Jack was used to that sort of behavior. What bothered him was just how eager the Doctor was to meet with the Master. He didn’t even say where he was going. Just that he had to go meet him. Jack knew the Doctor, he never ‘had’ to do anything, especially with the likes of the Master. Just the thought of that wicked, corrupt Time Lord left a bitter taste in Jack’s mouth.
All that was to this room was the bed and a small bathroom. Not even a window, so Jack couldn’t even try to spy even if he wanted to. The only thing he could do was lie there and wait. Although, he had grown accustomed to waiting. He had waited quite a long time for the Doctor to return to Cardiff to refuel, after all. Waiting and being with the Doctor seemed to go hand and in hand for him. However, he didn’t think he’d have to wait because of the Master of all things. That was most unsettling, and he tended to be a rather laid back kind of guy. Perhaps he really was just jealous. Certainly the Doctor had never been in such a hurry for him.
But jealousy would mean that there was a thing between him and the Doctor, and there definitely wasn’t. The Captain knew he wasn’t looked at that way. He had a feeling the Doctor wouldn’t allow himself to, regardless. Not after all that happened with Rose. Jack could accept that, he had been down that road before. Since there was no ‘thing’ between them then clearly he had nothing to be jealous over. Maybe just the fact the Doctor seemed to be somewhat eager? Though he could have just been eager to be rid of him - he was hard to read at times. Besides, what he just got from the Doctor was nothing short of wonderful. He bet the Master would never get anything like that at all. No, nothing to be jealous over. He was clearly just thinking about this far too much.
~*~
The Master regarded the Doctor curiously for a moment before flattening his palms on the wall, trapping the other Time Lord. “I’ve decided that I think I might leave Earth, is all.”
“Oh?” The Doctor couldn’t help the wave of relief that washed over him for a moment. “Why’s that?”
“I’ve been thinking,” the Master replied slowly, deliberately. “Why bother wasting my time on these humans? We’ve seen so much better, elsewhere. Why should I waste my energy on these stupid apes when I could put better use to civilizations elsewhere? Besides, I think we both know this planet is your territory anyway. So long as you’re here I’d never have much luck now, would I?”
“No, can’t say you would,” the Doctor couldn’t help but to smile at that. Perhaps the Master did have some sense after all. “You may not find it in yourself to appreciate what this place has to offer but I do. You’ve already seen what I’m willing to risk for the sake of this planet. Perhaps it would be best if you left.”
“And that’s why I came to you,” the Master said, leaning in even closer. “I don’t have a way off this heap of trash, but you do. Let me in the TARDIS, just this once. I’ll pick a place, we’ll go, and then I’ll be gone. You can have your precious Earth.” He spat out the name as if he had been talking about the foulest substance in the universe. “I can do so much better.”
“Of course,” the Doctor agreed, straightening up so their eyes were level, less bitter intensity to his tone. “It would be my honor. I’d be more than happy to help you find a place for your own. Someplace you could grow to appreciate.”
“Someplace I could rule,” the Master purred, fanning his hot breath against the Doctor’s lips.
“We could work on that, I suppose,” the Doctor replied airily, a chill racing through his spine. “I told you I wanted to help you, and I will.”
“Good,” the Master’s hands slid off the wall onto the Doctor’s shoulders. “I had a feeling you’d see it my way. Now then, what were we talking about before?”
“You were mocking my current situation, I suppose,” the Doctor said, arching a brow and glancing down to where the other’s hands relocated. He raised his own and grasped the wrists, but made no attempt to actually move them.
“Ah, yes,” the Master grinned. “You were telling me how you’re suddenly over the Earth girls.”
“I didn’t say that…” the other Time Lord all but rolled his eyes. “I’m just not traveling with any at the moment.”
“No, you seem to fancy men now…” the Master said in an amused tone. “What do you call your current pet? Come on, you can tell me. I’ll be leaving soon, anyway.”
“You already know him, I believe,” the Doctor told him cautiously.
“No!” the Master gasped, as if that statement was both unbelievable yet hilarious. “You kept handsome Jack? I’d say I’m surprised, but I’m not. He would be a keeper.”
“It’s not like that,” the Doctor’s tone with him was cold again.
“Oh, have I hit a nerve now?” the Master smirked, shifting his hands so he could thumb the other’s collar. “I should’ve had a feeling during that call when you interrupted my talk with Martha on her mobile. That really did sound as if you were asking me out, you know.”
“Master…”
“No reason to be ashamed!” He laughed. “You know as well as I do the little hang-ups these apes have about mating don’t really apply to us, given our lifespan. We’re a bit freer to do as we please. And I must say, I do quite like this younger body of yours.”
“Stop it.”
“My human self had grown so old and tired I had to give myself more of a youthful air,” the Master said. “What’s your excuse? Compensating for your age? Or are you trying to better lure a younger lot into the TARDIS? None of them are all that virtuous, you know.”
“I can’t control the form my regeneration takes,” the Doctor spat coldly. “You should know that.”
“Clearly there’s something going on in that subconscious of yours if you’re looking younger,” the Master grinned, now reaching to lightly stroke the Doctor’s hair. “But like I said, I’m enjoying it.”
“What’re you touching me for?” the Doctor said, jerking away from the Master’s hand. “You got the answer you want. Can I please go now?”
“Come on, Doctor,” the Master chuckled, shifting so he was able to press his weight against the other male, to better hold him in place. “Lighten up a little. Here I thought we were still friends.”
“You tried to practically annihilate the human race,” the Doctor retorted. “I’m rather inclined to believe that alone would be enough to sever any shred of friendship we still had.”
“Would it be too late for an apology, then?” the Master teased, breathing hotly against the Doctor’s jaw. “As I rather like where this game is going.”
“What game?” the other Time Lord snapped, continuing to try to shrug him off. “I didn’t come down here to be played with like some sort of toy.”
“No, I wouldn’t think so,” the Master agreed. “So then, what did you come down here for, Doctor? Nothing was forcing you to see me. You could’ve so easily declined.”
The Doctor sighed. “You died. I saw you die. So…how?”
“Some rather kindred spirits brought me back,” the Master explained in an amused tone. “They preferred the leadership of Saxon, believe it or not. No matter. After that stint I had no use for them. Then I’d heard of the attack here and knew exactly where you’d be. So of course I had to come find you.”
“I should feel honored, but…” The Doctor bit his lip. “Anyway, I suppose I came because I wanted to see for myself is all.”
“And now you can see that it really is me,” the Master purred. “You can see it, hear it, feel it…” He punctuated that by pressing their hips together. Teasing the Time Lord never failed to get him a little riled up, himself.
The hiss that elicited from the Doctor was simply delicious. “Master…”
“Hm…” the Master murmured, grinding against him, brushing his lips against the other’s neck. “Say my name again.”
“Master…” the Doctor gasped out, instinctively grinding back. He slid his hands down to grip the Master’s waist.
“Sounds so nice to hear it coming from you like that,” the Master said silkily, full-out kissing up along the Doctor’s neck to behind his ear. “And here you thought I’d bring you out here just to talk, you’re so naïve, Doctor…”
“Just get on with it, then,” the Doctor sighed, defeated. His own body was already giving in to the ministrations. It didn’t help he was still feeling the want from the tryst with Jack earlier. The Master had to be given credit for his excellent timing.
“Is that it? Is that all the fight I’m getting?” the Master grinned against his neck and felt up along his torso. “Jack’s got you trained so well, now.”
The Doctor said nothing, instead bringing his hands up to cup the Master’s face and lean in to kiss him. He knew that the sooner they finished this, the sooner he could be rid of him. All this banter was just delaying the inevitable at this point. Not to mention, he was now mentally cursing Jack for getting him so worked up. He didn’t like to show it, but he did rather enjoy what they did together. It felt more like a personal obligation, however, not to give into it. He owed Jack, not the other way around. However, he hardly owed the Master anything. This was nothing more than a power play - and the Master knew it. Hence the ‘fight’ remark.
The Master murmured into the kiss, slightly surprised that the Doctor dared to take the initiative. Not that he minded, of course. Any sign that the Doctor might have liked this bit of mental manipulation was a good one, in his book. With the right moves soon the Doctor would be putty in his palms. What really shook him was the fact that something already had the Doctor riled up. He didn’t have to guess for long what it was. Fifty-first century pheromones were not some well-kept secret. It was no shock that they were up to something. Which was why he felt no remorse about mercilessly teasing the other Time Lord about it. The Doctor was usually so good about keeping his guard up and reserve, being able to turn his sexuality completely off. Now here he was, kissing him deeply, rubbing their groins together. He couldn’t have asked for better, really.
With little hesitation as their lips molded over each other, the Doctor slipped his tongue into the other’s mouth. He fisted his hands in the Master’s shirt, pulling him in even closer. The clear outline of the other Time Lord’s increasing arousal was prominent in his trousers, and it brushed warmly against his thigh. Now with tongue added to the mix, this really became a fight for dominance. The Master groaned as they kissed each other deeply. One of his hands came up to thread his fingers in the brunette’s hair; the other reached down to squeeze him through his clothing. The Doctor gasped suddenly, arching into the touch. The Master knew then that he had won this. He had time to build up to this, but the Doctor had already been there. He was just good at hiding it.
“Well, well, well…” The Master chuckled, rubbing him through his trousers. “What do we have here?”
The Doctor smirked and used the sudden pause in action to tightly grip the Master and maneuver himself so the traded places. Now he had the Master pinned against the wall. With a low laugh he snaked a hand down to grope between the other male’s legs. “Same thing I’ve got here, I suppose.”
“Oh, how bold of you,” the Master groaned, squeezing in response and arching into the touch all at once.
“Now then,” the Doctor said, his tone slightly darker and laced with arousal. “Like I’d said before, I do have someone waiting for me. Shall we take this inside?”
“Heh,” the Master continued to stroke him. “I wouldn’t mind that at all, actually. Not at all.”
Part Three
[Pairing:] The Doctor (Ten)/The Master (!Simm) (this part - it's Master/Ten/Jack overall)
[Setting:] AR (alternate reality of sorts), post "Children of Earth" for Torchwood; around "The End of Time" for Doctor Who (but being AR this fic pretty much negates those events ;) )
[Title:] "Distance Kept" [Part Two (of Three)]
[Author:] kyatto
[Rating:] R (NC-17 overall)
[Word Count:] About 3,200
[Summary:] The Doctor has gone out to meet with the Master. However he's found himself completely unprepared for what the other Time Lord has in store for him.
[Warnings:] Spoilers for Torchwood and Doctor Who, M/M frottage
[Part One:] Here
Distance Kept
Part Two
~*~
It seemed there was little time in between the Doctor hanging up the phone and getting to his feet to redress. The conversation had been rather short, and Jack could only hear one side of it. He was unsure as to what was going on, given that the Doctor’s tone had been rather clipped. However, the fact that suddenly the Doctor was in an awful hurry concerned him. Especially if he was going to go to the TARDIS. The fact the Doctor made no motion nor word to incline that Jack was invited along also unnerved him. Was he being abandoned again?
“Where are you off to all of a sudden?” The Captain asked, despite knowing who was on the other end of the line.
“I’ll only be gone a minute,” The Doctor replied, retying his tie and tugging back on his suit jacket. “He’s outside, it’ll be quick - I promise.”
“What does he want?” Jack sounded concerned. He did not like the Master at all. No to mention - wasn’t he supposed to be dead?
“He’s got something to ask me is all,” the Doctor said. He stood in front of the tiny mirror and finished readying himself. “Besides, you know what happened last. I’m just as surprised as you are to find him alive - and here of all places. All the more reason why I should meet with him. Who knows? We could be in luck! He could be leaving and just wants to wish an, ah, old friend farewell.”
“Still can’t believe you two were friends…” Jack groaned, all but rolling his eyes as he lay back on the bed.
“Believe it,” the Doctor smiled as he stepped out the door. “Well, off I go. Just stay there, would you? I mean it, I’m coming right back. Don’t go running off.”
“Fine,” Jack scoffed, folding his now freed hands behind his head. Typical Doctor. Always running off and leaving him behind.
~*~
“Fancy meeting you here,” came a cool, almost condescending voice.
The hotel was small and was located in a less populated part of the city. It was not quite small enough to be a “capsule” hotel, but it also wasn’t as big as the American chains. From the outside it blended in perfectly with the shopping and office buildings that flanked it. It was dark out, the streets fairly quiet - just past three o’clock in the morning. The usual sounds of city traffic and late night drunken festivities could be heard in the distance, but where the decided to spend the night was a bit more secluded. The Master said he would be in the alley separating a couple of shops right near the hotel. He had called using a nearby payphone. Said phone was easy to spot - there was only one on the entire block. The Doctor didn’t have to travel far to find the alley either. It was dark and empty, only the entrance dimly a lit by a nearly burnt out streetlamp. It was a pretty typical place for the Master to want to meet. If any local were to pass by they wouldn’t notice anything out of the ordinary.
“You’re the one who called me down,” the Doctor replied, looking around quickly before stepping into the alley, into the darkness. “What is it that you want?”
“What? You aren’t happy to see me? I’m hurt,” the Master said, his tone laced with mocking. “And here I came all the way just to see you. What’re you doing holed up in some shack anyway? Did you break your TARDIS?”
“The TARDIS is fine, don’t worry,” the Doctor snapped. “It was a gift from the owner for saving it from the monster invasion. Would have been rude not to accept it.”
“Oh, I’m not worried,” the Master chuckled. “Well, surprise! I’m still me! Alive! And look, I didn’t even really need to regenerate!” It was too dark too see, but the Master was dramatically gesturing to illustrate his exclamations.
“I can see that,” the Doctor nodded, thin-lipped. “Hear that as well. But let’s cut to the chase now, shall we? What did you want to meet for, and here of all places? Best be quick, I do have someone waiting for me.”
“Aw, do you still have Martha Jones with you, then?” the Master said and his smirk could practically be heard. “So that’s why you got a hotel room! I always had a feeling about you and those Earth girls, Doctor.”
The Doctor ignored that innuendo-hinted jab. “No, Martha’s not here. She’s back home. It’s someone else, not really all that important. Quit stalling. What do you want?”
“Oh, come on, Doctor,” the Master replied, stepping closer to him. “I like this game! Who else is it? You’ve been with so many, after all. Can I get a hint? Hair color? How about blond? I’d heard you tend to favor blonds.”
“I don’t have a woman with me!” the Doctor was trying his best not to swear. The Master tended to be rather aggravating at times. “Like I said, it’s not important. Will you just answer my question?”
“Not a woman? I’m surprised at you, Doctor,” the Master was close enough now he could feel his breath fan against his lips, and see just a hint of light reflect in his eyes. “Because if it’s not a woman, then it means you’re here with another man. So tell me Doctor, does this mean you’ve gone gay?“ There was a hint of wicked delight to his voice.
“Master!” the Doctor hissed bitterly, backing up until he could feel the cold, concrete wall of the building behind him.
“I do rather like it when you use my name,” the Master chuckled, following the Doctor’s steps until he had him practically pinned. “How about I answer your question if you answer mine?”
“It’s none of your business,” the other Time Lord retorted. “They’re just my current traveling partner. I don’t have some sort of ulterior motive, unlike you. I know you’re hiding something, so just tell me what it is already.”
~*~
It had been almost half an hour since the Doctor left the room. Not that Jack was worried or anything. Knowing the Time Lord, he could disappear for several days and that would have been a “be right back” for him. No, Jack was used to that sort of behavior. What bothered him was just how eager the Doctor was to meet with the Master. He didn’t even say where he was going. Just that he had to go meet him. Jack knew the Doctor, he never ‘had’ to do anything, especially with the likes of the Master. Just the thought of that wicked, corrupt Time Lord left a bitter taste in Jack’s mouth.
All that was to this room was the bed and a small bathroom. Not even a window, so Jack couldn’t even try to spy even if he wanted to. The only thing he could do was lie there and wait. Although, he had grown accustomed to waiting. He had waited quite a long time for the Doctor to return to Cardiff to refuel, after all. Waiting and being with the Doctor seemed to go hand and in hand for him. However, he didn’t think he’d have to wait because of the Master of all things. That was most unsettling, and he tended to be a rather laid back kind of guy. Perhaps he really was just jealous. Certainly the Doctor had never been in such a hurry for him.
But jealousy would mean that there was a thing between him and the Doctor, and there definitely wasn’t. The Captain knew he wasn’t looked at that way. He had a feeling the Doctor wouldn’t allow himself to, regardless. Not after all that happened with Rose. Jack could accept that, he had been down that road before. Since there was no ‘thing’ between them then clearly he had nothing to be jealous over. Maybe just the fact the Doctor seemed to be somewhat eager? Though he could have just been eager to be rid of him - he was hard to read at times. Besides, what he just got from the Doctor was nothing short of wonderful. He bet the Master would never get anything like that at all. No, nothing to be jealous over. He was clearly just thinking about this far too much.
~*~
The Master regarded the Doctor curiously for a moment before flattening his palms on the wall, trapping the other Time Lord. “I’ve decided that I think I might leave Earth, is all.”
“Oh?” The Doctor couldn’t help the wave of relief that washed over him for a moment. “Why’s that?”
“I’ve been thinking,” the Master replied slowly, deliberately. “Why bother wasting my time on these humans? We’ve seen so much better, elsewhere. Why should I waste my energy on these stupid apes when I could put better use to civilizations elsewhere? Besides, I think we both know this planet is your territory anyway. So long as you’re here I’d never have much luck now, would I?”
“No, can’t say you would,” the Doctor couldn’t help but to smile at that. Perhaps the Master did have some sense after all. “You may not find it in yourself to appreciate what this place has to offer but I do. You’ve already seen what I’m willing to risk for the sake of this planet. Perhaps it would be best if you left.”
“And that’s why I came to you,” the Master said, leaning in even closer. “I don’t have a way off this heap of trash, but you do. Let me in the TARDIS, just this once. I’ll pick a place, we’ll go, and then I’ll be gone. You can have your precious Earth.” He spat out the name as if he had been talking about the foulest substance in the universe. “I can do so much better.”
“Of course,” the Doctor agreed, straightening up so their eyes were level, less bitter intensity to his tone. “It would be my honor. I’d be more than happy to help you find a place for your own. Someplace you could grow to appreciate.”
“Someplace I could rule,” the Master purred, fanning his hot breath against the Doctor’s lips.
“We could work on that, I suppose,” the Doctor replied airily, a chill racing through his spine. “I told you I wanted to help you, and I will.”
“Good,” the Master’s hands slid off the wall onto the Doctor’s shoulders. “I had a feeling you’d see it my way. Now then, what were we talking about before?”
“You were mocking my current situation, I suppose,” the Doctor said, arching a brow and glancing down to where the other’s hands relocated. He raised his own and grasped the wrists, but made no attempt to actually move them.
“Ah, yes,” the Master grinned. “You were telling me how you’re suddenly over the Earth girls.”
“I didn’t say that…” the other Time Lord all but rolled his eyes. “I’m just not traveling with any at the moment.”
“No, you seem to fancy men now…” the Master said in an amused tone. “What do you call your current pet? Come on, you can tell me. I’ll be leaving soon, anyway.”
“You already know him, I believe,” the Doctor told him cautiously.
“No!” the Master gasped, as if that statement was both unbelievable yet hilarious. “You kept handsome Jack? I’d say I’m surprised, but I’m not. He would be a keeper.”
“It’s not like that,” the Doctor’s tone with him was cold again.
“Oh, have I hit a nerve now?” the Master smirked, shifting his hands so he could thumb the other’s collar. “I should’ve had a feeling during that call when you interrupted my talk with Martha on her mobile. That really did sound as if you were asking me out, you know.”
“Master…”
“No reason to be ashamed!” He laughed. “You know as well as I do the little hang-ups these apes have about mating don’t really apply to us, given our lifespan. We’re a bit freer to do as we please. And I must say, I do quite like this younger body of yours.”
“Stop it.”
“My human self had grown so old and tired I had to give myself more of a youthful air,” the Master said. “What’s your excuse? Compensating for your age? Or are you trying to better lure a younger lot into the TARDIS? None of them are all that virtuous, you know.”
“I can’t control the form my regeneration takes,” the Doctor spat coldly. “You should know that.”
“Clearly there’s something going on in that subconscious of yours if you’re looking younger,” the Master grinned, now reaching to lightly stroke the Doctor’s hair. “But like I said, I’m enjoying it.”
“What’re you touching me for?” the Doctor said, jerking away from the Master’s hand. “You got the answer you want. Can I please go now?”
“Come on, Doctor,” the Master chuckled, shifting so he was able to press his weight against the other male, to better hold him in place. “Lighten up a little. Here I thought we were still friends.”
“You tried to practically annihilate the human race,” the Doctor retorted. “I’m rather inclined to believe that alone would be enough to sever any shred of friendship we still had.”
“Would it be too late for an apology, then?” the Master teased, breathing hotly against the Doctor’s jaw. “As I rather like where this game is going.”
“What game?” the other Time Lord snapped, continuing to try to shrug him off. “I didn’t come down here to be played with like some sort of toy.”
“No, I wouldn’t think so,” the Master agreed. “So then, what did you come down here for, Doctor? Nothing was forcing you to see me. You could’ve so easily declined.”
The Doctor sighed. “You died. I saw you die. So…how?”
“Some rather kindred spirits brought me back,” the Master explained in an amused tone. “They preferred the leadership of Saxon, believe it or not. No matter. After that stint I had no use for them. Then I’d heard of the attack here and knew exactly where you’d be. So of course I had to come find you.”
“I should feel honored, but…” The Doctor bit his lip. “Anyway, I suppose I came because I wanted to see for myself is all.”
“And now you can see that it really is me,” the Master purred. “You can see it, hear it, feel it…” He punctuated that by pressing their hips together. Teasing the Time Lord never failed to get him a little riled up, himself.
The hiss that elicited from the Doctor was simply delicious. “Master…”
“Hm…” the Master murmured, grinding against him, brushing his lips against the other’s neck. “Say my name again.”
“Master…” the Doctor gasped out, instinctively grinding back. He slid his hands down to grip the Master’s waist.
“Sounds so nice to hear it coming from you like that,” the Master said silkily, full-out kissing up along the Doctor’s neck to behind his ear. “And here you thought I’d bring you out here just to talk, you’re so naïve, Doctor…”
“Just get on with it, then,” the Doctor sighed, defeated. His own body was already giving in to the ministrations. It didn’t help he was still feeling the want from the tryst with Jack earlier. The Master had to be given credit for his excellent timing.
“Is that it? Is that all the fight I’m getting?” the Master grinned against his neck and felt up along his torso. “Jack’s got you trained so well, now.”
The Doctor said nothing, instead bringing his hands up to cup the Master’s face and lean in to kiss him. He knew that the sooner they finished this, the sooner he could be rid of him. All this banter was just delaying the inevitable at this point. Not to mention, he was now mentally cursing Jack for getting him so worked up. He didn’t like to show it, but he did rather enjoy what they did together. It felt more like a personal obligation, however, not to give into it. He owed Jack, not the other way around. However, he hardly owed the Master anything. This was nothing more than a power play - and the Master knew it. Hence the ‘fight’ remark.
The Master murmured into the kiss, slightly surprised that the Doctor dared to take the initiative. Not that he minded, of course. Any sign that the Doctor might have liked this bit of mental manipulation was a good one, in his book. With the right moves soon the Doctor would be putty in his palms. What really shook him was the fact that something already had the Doctor riled up. He didn’t have to guess for long what it was. Fifty-first century pheromones were not some well-kept secret. It was no shock that they were up to something. Which was why he felt no remorse about mercilessly teasing the other Time Lord about it. The Doctor was usually so good about keeping his guard up and reserve, being able to turn his sexuality completely off. Now here he was, kissing him deeply, rubbing their groins together. He couldn’t have asked for better, really.
With little hesitation as their lips molded over each other, the Doctor slipped his tongue into the other’s mouth. He fisted his hands in the Master’s shirt, pulling him in even closer. The clear outline of the other Time Lord’s increasing arousal was prominent in his trousers, and it brushed warmly against his thigh. Now with tongue added to the mix, this really became a fight for dominance. The Master groaned as they kissed each other deeply. One of his hands came up to thread his fingers in the brunette’s hair; the other reached down to squeeze him through his clothing. The Doctor gasped suddenly, arching into the touch. The Master knew then that he had won this. He had time to build up to this, but the Doctor had already been there. He was just good at hiding it.
“Well, well, well…” The Master chuckled, rubbing him through his trousers. “What do we have here?”
The Doctor smirked and used the sudden pause in action to tightly grip the Master and maneuver himself so the traded places. Now he had the Master pinned against the wall. With a low laugh he snaked a hand down to grope between the other male’s legs. “Same thing I’ve got here, I suppose.”
“Oh, how bold of you,” the Master groaned, squeezing in response and arching into the touch all at once.
“Now then,” the Doctor said, his tone slightly darker and laced with arousal. “Like I’d said before, I do have someone waiting for me. Shall we take this inside?”
“Heh,” the Master continued to stroke him. “I wouldn’t mind that at all, actually. Not at all.”
Part Three