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He felt the temperature of his body rising and sweat starting to bead at his forehead, laying on the ground of the small tent that the master had given him to live in. His skin was itchy and he felt like clawing his way out of his skin.
Not enough air.
His breath was short, coming in little gasps, feeling as if the tent was shielding him from the outside world, from all the people he cared about that were currently taken as prisoners.
It was just his luck really.
His body decided to go into heat while he was taken prisoner and treated as a dog on the Master’s valiant. He supposed that it would make sense since he was in such close proximity with another Time Lord, and him suppressing having a heat for so long. Looks like his body jumped at the chance when he didn't have access to his suppressants.
He felt the dull ache starting to creep up in his abdomen, his body seizing up as a cramp struck him, groaning into the pillow he had on the floor of the tent. He needed his clothes off.
He needed relief, but he would be damned if he started stripping while Martha’s family were only a mere two meters away.
He felt a whine rise in his throat, muffling it in the pillow once more.
He felt his thighs starting to get coated with slick, feeling uncomfortable in his suit pants.
He heard footsteps nearby, but didn't register who it was, his head feeling foggy, and his sight starting to blur. He could make out a vague figure at the opening of the tent, only registering who it was by the smell.
He needed him.
Desperately.
“Everyone, get the fuck out!” the Master snarled, shooing away Martha’s family. They all scurried away quickly, a mad look in the Master's eyes.
“So the rumours are true, Doctor” the Master said, looking at the Doctor’s frail and weak state.
A high blush on the Doctor’s pale face, his hair and clothes disheveled, the unfocused look in his eyes, and by god, he could smell him from a mile away. His hair was sticking to his face and he could tell the Doctor was producing copious amounts of slick already.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he said, not expecting an answer. His voice came out more gentle and caring than he thought he was capable of.
“Silly silly Doctor” He tutted.
“Please” the Doctor whimpered out, desperation coating his voice.
“Anything” he said faster than he could process what came out of his mouth, but surprised by how much he meant it.
“Help me, make it go away-” he said, before curling in on himself as another cramp hit him. His face scrunching up in pain, as the cramp passed through.
“I don’t know if that’s wise Doctor, you don’t know what you are asking” he said, guilt rising in his chest.
“Come, let's get you out of these clothes, I’ll run a bath for you to ease the cramps” he said instead, trying to distract the Doctor.
He helped the Doctor up to his feet, having him lean on his shoulder, but finding that he would have to carry him himself when the Doctor’s legs gave out from under him. The Doctor leaned his head on the Master’s shoulder, nosing at the Master’s scent glands on his neck, as the Master carried him to the bathroom in his chambers.
He settled the Doctor on the counter of the sink once they were in the bathroom, turning around to run water into the bath.
The Master turned back around to the Doctor, letting the water fill up the tub behind him, staring at the weak man in front of him. The Doctor’s head resting on the mirror behind him, his breathing still shallow and his eyes still scrunched up in pain.
“Let’s remove these” he said, careful to not startle the Doctor. The Doctor opened his eyes, looking at the Master, his gaze still unfocused, a plea evident in them.
As he helped the Doctor remove his jacket and shirt, he tried to avert his eyes, but couldn’t help but look as more skin was revealed. The Doctor’s pale broad chest and skinny waist, making him want to wrap his hands around it, wondering how it would feel to hold it while-
No.
Focus.
He helped peel off the rest of the Doctor’s clothes, struggling to get the trousers off due to the amount of slick that already leaked onto them, finally, leaving the Doctor in only his boxer shorts. The flush that was on the Doctor’s face, spread down to his chest, embarrassment and heat written on the Doctor’s facial features.
“Do… Do you want to take these off?” The Master asked, gulping. All he got as an answer was a small nod from the man above him.
The Doctor raised his hips slightly from the counter, a puddle forming there from the slick that covered him. The Master had to hold his breath, the scent overwhelming him, making his head spin slightly. He gulped once more as he raised his fingers to the waistband of the boxers. He slowly slid them off, keeping his eyes on the Doctor’s face the whole time until he slid them completely off, letting them fall to the floor.
The Master offered his hand to the Doctor, helping get off the counter, letting him rest his head on his shoulder.
He helped the Doctor settle into the warm bath. The warm water felt like a balm to his aching abdomen, soothing the cramps that were wracking themselves around his body. He let his head relax against the back of the tub, letting his sore limbs and skin soak up the warmth of the water. He couldn’t help but let out a soft moan at the pleasure, which went straight to the Master’s cock.
“Feeling any better?” the Master asked, a blush still high on his cheeks.
The Doctor hummed in content, letting his eyes close in relaxation.
They stayed there for a few minutes, enjoying the silence of just the two of them.
“I need your help… I can't do this on my own” the Doctor said, his eyes still closed, his words less slurred and voice more coherent, tiredness evident in his voice.
“You aren't in the right mind Docto-”
“I am,” he said firmly.
“You don’t actually want me Doctor” he said, as much as it stung. He could hear his own hearts shattering, but that is okay. That is fine. As long as he got to keep the Doctor in his life, he would be fine. He could feel the prickle of tears starting to wet his eyes, but refused to let them fall.
“Doctor, that is the heat talking and you know it. Outside of heat, you would never want me” he said, his hearts breaking a little more at a time.
“I do. I want you regardless of the heat, Master. It’s always been you. Why do you think I put up with you and your bullshit? Why do you think I am having such a strong heat all of the sudden? Please, share this heat with me” the Doctor said, finally opening his eyes to stare directly into the Master’s own.
He raised his palm, letting it rest on the Doctor’s cheek, the Doctor nuzzling the warm hand cradling his face.
“Are you sure?” he asked one more time, wanting it to be true, but the need to double check, much stronger.
“Only you” the Doctor said once more, resting his face in the palm and keeping his eye contact with the man in front of him.
The Master leaned in, capturing the Doctor’s lips in a gentle, sweet kiss.
“I’ll take care of you” the Master finally said, against his lips. He placed one more kiss on the Doctor’s forehead.
The Doctor let his eyes flutter closed, still resting against the Master’s palm.
He let the Doctor relax, the water still relatively warm, keeping the Doctor’s cramps at bay for now. He ran his other hand through the Doctor’s hair, slightly sweaty but soft.
He could hear a vague purring sound coming from the Doctor as he played with his hair, and he smiled to himself. He noticed the swollen scent glands on the juncture between his neck and shoulder, pumping out hormones.
He let the hand that was still on the Doctor’s cheek, slide down to the scent gland. Applying a bit of pressure to ease the tension there, starting to massage it.
“Ah!” The Doctor moaned out, heat flooding his cheeks as the Master continued his ministrations.
“When was your last heat, Doctor?” he asked, still massaging the gland, the Doctor producing pleasure hormones at this action.
A moment of silence passed as the Doctor tried to think. The last time he was near a Time Lord must have been right before the war. Not to mention, he has been on suppressants for even longer.
“I don't know,” he blinked at the Master.
“Too long,” the Master concluded. The Doctor didn't respond. The room fell into a comfortable silence once more, the Master continuing his ministrations of the Doctor’s mating gland. He could feel the Doctor starting to slip more into his heat.
“I think it’s about time to come out; the water isn't even that hot anymore” the Master said, taking his hand off the Doctor’s neck, and offering it to him to help him get out of the tub.
The only response the Master got from the Doctor was a low whine of protest.
“No no, we are getting out of the tub” he said once more, seeing the Doctor’s grumpy face.
Cute.
He placed a chaste kiss on the Doctor’s lips, “come, I have a warm robe and a nice cosy bed that has your name written all over it”
The Doctor grunted out an annoyed sound but went along with the Master. The promise of a fluffy and cosy bed that he could curl up into, made him finally agree to leave the slightly cold water that he was currently soaking in.
He put the robe on and rejoiced in the heat and comfort it provided.
“I can walk on my own, you know?” The Doctor snapped when the Master tried to help him walk.
“Right,” the Master said dismissively.
“Sorry, you were just trying to be helpful” the Doctor sighed, sitting on the bed.
“Im just… feeling off”
“Well, your body is kind of pumping out copious amounts of hormones, I can smell the slick, and you are in pain. So I think you are allowed to feel a little bit off and irritable” the Master said, sitting beside the Doctor.
“When did you become so caring?” The Doctor asked, fidgeting with a stray hem on the robe.
The Master scoffed, “I'm not caring nor kind”, he said, getting up from the bed and walking over to the dresser to fetch a flask of whisky.
“Your actions say otherwise” the Doctor retorted.
“How do you know I'm not just buttering you up for when you are in heat to allow you to share it with me?” he glanced back at the Doctor, sitting on the bed.
“Because I don't think you want to do that, nor have the need to. You have me already” the Doctor said calmly.
He can feel the heat under his skin, starting to make itself known. It wouldn't be much longer. He can feel it thrum under his fingers. It felt much like the beginning of a regeneration.
He can feel the uncomfortable feeling of sweat starting to run down his back, the cramps subdued momentarily due to the bath, but he knew they would be back soon.
“Rest Doctor, I'll be here when you wake” the Master said, taking another swig of whiskey. The humans were clever with their alcohol, he would give them that.
The Doctor nodded and climbed further into the bed. He snuggled up close to the soft pillows, allowing himself to relax and close his eyes.
………..
He awoke in a pile of his own sweat and slick. His senses were heightened, he could feel every inch of the fabrics on the bed, touching his overheated skin.
A whine escaped his throat when he tried to remove the soaked robe that was still covering him. The need to rut into the mattress and fuck himself silly was overwhelming. He managed to get the offending robe off, tossing it to the floor beside the bed. He heard a door click open from somewhere in the room, but he didn't care enough to look. He needed the heat that was clouding his head to dissipate.
He felt the bed dip near him, “Doctor…” the Master started to say. And that's when the smell hit him.
Alpha.
Oh he needed him.
Now.
“Please” the Doctor whined out, reaching to grab at the Master.
“I’m here” the Master shifted closer to the trembling body.
“What do you need?” He asked, cupping the Doctor’s cheek like he did a few hours earlier.
“Anything. Everything. Please-” another whine escaped him, “just touch me, make it stop” he said, looking up at the Master with pleading eyes. If it weren't for the heat, the Master would be basking in the fact that the Doctor is here begging him for something.
He leant down, placing a small peck on the Doctor’s lips, only intending for a gentle kiss, but that plan went out the window when the Doctor grabbed at the Master and deepened the kiss. He heard the Doctor moan into the kiss, as he let the Doctor explore his mouth. Small whimpers fell out of the Doctor’s mouth, a particularly loud one escaped when the Master moved on top of him, situating his knee between the Doctor's legs.
He could feel the wetness that was seeping from the Doctor, starting to soak his pant leg.
“Get- this shit off” the Doctor panted out, yanking at the Master’s clothes. The Master let out a chuckle, but complied. He threw his jacket off, chucking it to the other side of the room, along with his shirt and pants, leaving him in just his boxer shorts.
The Doctor let his hands wander the new exposed skin that the Master revealed to him. He could feel the strong taught muscles along the Master’s arms and abdomen. He briefly wondered if the Master worked out when he wasn't torturing poor souls.
“Like what you see?” The Master asked teasingly.
The Doctor only nodded, a blush high on his cheeks.
The Master smiled to himself, he lowered himself once more and kissed the Doctor, pushing his tongue inside right away. The Doctor moaned into the kiss, angling his hips immediately to grind down on the Master’s leg.
Hands ran across the Doctor’s torso, running over his skinny waist and across his chest.
“Mine” the Master groaned out, moving his mouth to the Doctor's neck so suck lightly on it.
“Yours” the Doctor panted out, grinding down harder on the leg between his.
“Please… I need more” the Doctor whined out, the heat entirely clouding his mind.
The Master’s tongue laved downwards, enclosing on a rosy pink nipple. His other hand played with the other one.
The Doctor arched at the stimulation that was given to his chest, a groan that turned into a moan the more the Master continued.
“Ah fffuck, I need you” the Doctor panted, he could feel tears welling in his eyes at the frustration. His whole body felt aflame. Every touch of the Master’s hand, left heat in its wake.
He needed him so desperately, he couldn't understand why the Master was just toying with him, especially when he had such a willing omega right in front of him.
“Please, it's getting worse” he said, starting to feel the cramps returning.
Finally, the Master let go of his chest, leaving a trail of kisses downwards as he made his way between the Doctor's legs.
“ I.. I can't think” the Doctor whimpered out, the heat completely consuming his mind.
“You don't need to, just feel” the Master replied, his hand finally grasping the Doctor’s cock, making the Doctor moan unbashfully. He stroked him slowly, the Doctor’s breath already hitching on moans.
He pushed one of the Doctor’s legs up, bending his knee so he can gain access to his hole. He could see the slick leaking out, giving into the urge to lap it up with his tongue.
He moaned at the taste, the sweetness burning itself into his tongue.
He heard the Doctor above him yelp in shock.
“You're dripping” the Master commented, his finger ghosting over the puckered hole.
He gently eased his middle finger in, coaxing more slick to drip out. He could feel the Doctor tense above him, but felt him ease up after he got used to it.
He pushed it further in, letting the whole digit sink in fully.
“Mfff” the Doctor let out a muffled moan.
“Aren't you so pretty like this? And all mine” the Master praised. He pumped his finger in and out, introducing a second one and later a third one into the mix.
“Mhm.. yours” the Doctor slurred , his vision and mind foggy. He let out a particularly loud moan when the Master’s fingers hit a bundle of nerves inside.
“Th.. there! Please! Ah!” He yelled out, “faster, please” he begged, and the Master took mercy on him.
“There's a good boy, my sweet omega” the Master praised, pumping his fingers in faster, angling them to hit that pleasurable spot on every thrust.
“Ah mfff fuckkkk, I'm gonna cum” he whimpered out, grinding down on the fingers to get them in deeper.
“Do it. Do it for me, my Doctor” the Master said, watching as the Doctor arches his back fully, his hands grasping the sheets as if to find a way to anchor himself as his orgasm washed over him. The Master thought him the prettiest sight he'd ever seen.
The Master removed his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to suck on the residual slick. The Doctor watched him hazy eyed, a high blush on his cheeks, his chest still heaving from his intense orgasm.
The Master climbed back up to face the Doctor, giving him a slow, deep kiss, allowing the Doctor to taste himself on his tongue. Some of the heat's intensity ,dissipating for now, but knowing it will be back soon, full force.
“Feeling a little better?” he asks, parting their mouths.
“A bit, it's not enough, I need more…” the Doctor looked up at him, a slight tone of guilt in his voice.
“I know,” the Master chuckled, placing a reassuring kiss on the Doctor’s lips. He removed the last layer of clothing that was separating them, his cock being kissed by the cold air.
“Are you sure you want this Doctor?” He looked up at the Doctor, situating himself between his legs and lining himself up.
The Doctor only nodded, a pleading look in his eyes.
The Master brought the Doctor’s legs up to his chest, nearly folding the man in half. He could feel the tension in the Doctor’s legs, telling him that the man below him really hasn't been with anyone in awhile. He could feel a pulse of possessiveness thrum in his veins. The thought of the Doctor only having him, satiated a need that had long been forgotten about.
He slowly pushed in, watching the Doctor’s face for any signs of discomfort. When he didn't find any, he continued until he was fully sheathed inside.
“Relax. It will hurt if you don't" the Master said gently, his lips ghosting over the Doctor’s.
The Doctor whined but let the tension dissipate from his body. He could feel the Master all around him, his scent, his skin, his breath.
“You can move,” the Doctor said, looking into the Master’s eyes, arms wrapping around the man's neck as he started to move his hips.
The slick that the Doctor produced, making it a smooth slide, allowing the Doctor to adjust to the rhythm as it built up.
Pretty soon, he felt the strong pull of an orgasm building up once more, moans starting to spill out from his lips as the Master relentlessly hit his prostate.
“Not yet. Wait for me Doctor “ the Master said, sensing how close the Doctor was again.
The Doctor whined but listened, knowing how much better it would feel to release once he had a knot in him.
The Master doubled down his efforts, starting to feel the knot at the base of his cock swelling.
He looked at the Doctor’s face, noticing that there were tears once more, threatening to spill over. He didn't know whether they were from pleasure or from being overwhelmed from the heat. He felt his hearts clench at the sight.
“Shhh, it's alright Doctor. I'm here” he whispered in his ear, intertwining their fingers with the hand that fell from his shoulder to the mattress.
He let a few moans of his own escape as he felt the knot swelling, eventually locking them together. He felt the Doctor's thrash against him, as the knot put pressure on his prostate, cum spurting between them as the Doctor let go.
All four hearts thrumming hard against their chests, pants could be heard across the room, as the two came down from their highs.
The Doctor shifted slightly, wincing at the oversensitivity and slightly twinge of pain that the knot caused.
“Stay still, it should go down soon” the Master said. He grabbed the discarded bath robe that the Doctor cast aside earlier, wiping up the mess that was created between them, before chucking it once more.
He gently maneuvered them to lay on their sides, as they waited for the knot to go down.
“You didn't bite me” the Doctor stated, staring at the Master confused, with an undertone of sadness.
“I didn't know if you wanted that…” the Master said blatantly.
The Doctor just stared at the man infront of him for a few seconds before letting out a laugh.
The Master only scrunched his nose at the display, “I was trying to be considerate”.
“Yes yes, I'm sorry. Thank you for that” the Doctor said, still chuckling. He leant in, close to the Master’s ear.
“Please do it. Claim me” he whispered, as if it was a secret that only the Master could hear.
He arched his neck, baring his unmarked scent gland and bringing it close to the Master’s face.
The smell was intoxicating and it made him dizzy. The smell of home and comfort, like the promise of a future that he and the Doctor could have together.
“Just let these people go. Let everyone go and free the people of Earth, and you have me. I’m yours. You and me, traveling the stars together for all eternity, only us. ” the Doctor said softly, cradling the Master’s head in him arms, his face, inches away from the scent gland.
“A small price to pay” the Master whispered, letting himself mouth at the swollen gland infront of him.
“Just us”
“Just us” the Master whispered back, finally letting his teeth sink into the flesh. He felt the Doctor tense in pain, a small whimper falling from his lips, as he felt the bond starting to form. Blood flooded his mouth as he kept his teeth situated. When he felt the bond complete, he extracted his teeth, licking the wound clean to help it heal faster.
He examined his fine work, the puffy, angry flesh now baring his mark.
He moved back to look at the Doctor's face, surprised to see him smiling at him, like he was his whole universe.
“Thank you” the omega whispered, as sleep started to claim him.
He placed a gentle kiss on the Doctor’s forehead.
“Anything for you”.