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It had gotten eerily quiet in the TARDIS, ever since the Doctor invited him on board. Especially tonight. The Master could’ve died, if the Doctor let him. After eons and centuries of having to hear the blasted drums over and over again, he wouldn’t have to hear them anymore. But here he was, with the person who dragged him back.
The Doctor took a sip of his Chamomile tea, sitting in the control room. He hadn’t seen the Master for a while, not a retort or complaint. He assumed that the other time lord was hiding away in his room, staring off or sleeping. The Doctor didn’t really know what he’d like to do anymore.
Suddenly, there was a creak in the floor; footsteps slowly creeping. The Doctor looked up, and the Master stepped into the control room, his mouth a straight line, both of his hands shoved into his hoodie. He had found it deep in the Doctor’s closet, not wanting to wear his normal suit and tie forever. His dark hair looked frazzled; as if he’d been tugging at it. As the Master stepped a little closer, he ran his hand over the wall, over the metal railings of the TARDIS, ever so slowly as if he was trying to memorize the feel of it. He stopped before getting too close to the Doctor, allowing him a fragment of space.
“You’re awake.” The Doctor muses, looking away from him. The Master scoffs.
“So are you.” The Master turns to look at him. There’s a pause. “Maybe you should sleep. You look like death itsel—”
“You could’ve died today.” The Doctor grits out, gripping his mug even tighter, staring at the TARDIS’s core. “You could have died. You almost didn’t regenerate, and you would have died. Did you know that?”
The Master stands still, frozen by the Doctor’s icy tone. He can’t even look at him.
“Yes.”
“Why can’t you understand that we’re the only ones left?” The Doctor slams down his mug, getting up from his seat. “Why can’t you see that we are the only ones who stand a chance? You’re reckless! You don’t care! All I have ever done is care, and you—” The Doctor’s hands are in fists. “You throw it all away!”
The Doctor’s breathing is heavy, his footsteps getting louder as he starts to pace. The Master watches intensely, staying as still as possible, knowing one small movement could make things worse.
“You don’t think.” The Doctor’s voice cracks. “You never think, and it kills me.”
For a moment, the only thing that could be heard is the hum of the TARDIS, and the Doctor’s breathing. He was turned away from the Master, facing the TARDIS wall.
“I think you just want control.” The Master spoke quietly. The Doctor let out a sharp breath, his shoulders tensing. “You think you care, but you really just want control.”
“No.” The Doctor turns to face him, his head snapping up. “No, I—”
“You always need something to fix.” The Master tries to meet his eyes, but eventually loses. “Is that why you kept me alive, Doctor?”
“No. No, that’s not what this is!”
The drums in the Master’s head start to pound. “Then what is it, Doctor?” Badum. Badum. BADUM. BADUM. “Why do you feel the need to keep me here? Why is it that you begged me to come with you, to regenerate? To have to withstand suffering just to be with you? Do you really think that’s caring, Doctor? The idea that you have to keep me here, protect the world from me—”
“I couldn’t let you leave like everyone else.” The Doctor states, his bravado fading. A tear finally escapes from his eyes. He was alone. The Master could see it; the Doctor had always felt alone. So many years he had been on this journey, one that only he could understand. The Doctor stood very still, his breathing turning sharp and jagged.
“I couldn’t let you leave like everyone else.” The Doctor repeats. “They always leave, they always die. I’ve watched it happen, too many times to count. Call it what you want, I don’t care what it looks like, but I couldn’t lose you again.” The Doctor swipes away his tears, before leaning over the console. This finally evoked the Master to move, forcing himself to step closer and closer, until he was beside the Doctor. He couldn’t meet his eyes, the Doctor hiding them, his head turned away. The Master could almost taste the tension in the room, he could cut it with a knife.
“Look at me.” The Master said quietly.
The Doctor shakes his head in disbelief, still not looking at the other time lord. He spares the Master a glance.
“I am—”
“Doctor.” The Master dares to move an inch forward, and the Doctor flinches. His hands are very tightly gripping the console below him. The Master’s voice drops to a low grumble, “Look at me and say it.”
That’s when the Doctor feels a hand reach and tip his chin up, guiding his gaze away from the console to the Master. The Doctor’s breath catches in his chest, but he doesn’t pull away.
“Stay with me.” The Master directs, not raising his voice, and the Doctor feels a thumb breeze over the line of his chin, and he can’t help but lean into it. “There you are.”
“Master, I’m not—”
“Don’t.” The Master quips. “Don’t deflect. That’s all you do, Doctor, you perform, you deflect. You’re an enthusiastic optimist. You made me come with you, you wanted this, so look me in the eyes and say it.”
Badum. Badum. BADUM. BADUM.
“I didn’t want you gone.” The Doctor says through clenched teeth. “I didn’t want you gone,” The Doctor releases the console, and stands up to face him, the Master’s hand still holding his chin. “Master.”
The Master gave a small smile.
“So many regenerations, and you still have the same eyes.” The Master slightly lifted his chin lower, as to better meet his height.
“Not necessarily.” The Doctor retorts, still trying not to glance to the side.
“I can see the constellations in them,” The Master says. “Every time.”
He laid a hand on the Doctor’s left heart.
“Theta.”
All of a sudden, the Master felt the fabric of his sweatshirt being twisted into fists, and the sharp feel of his back meeting the console. He heard the Doctor’s heavy breathing, the drums in his head continuing to get louder and louder, his hearts beating uncontrollably in his chest. But then, he felt the Doctor’s lips on his own, the press of them eager and warm and hungry, inconsolably hungry. The Master frantically attempted to match his pace, pulling at the lapels of the Doctor’s large brown coat, as he felt fingers thread into his hair and tug. He heard the Doctor make a small noise, a pleading, whiny noise and he pushed the Master further into the console. When the Master felt the Doctor trail down kisses down his neck, he panted for air.
“When was the last time we—”
“Academy.” The Doctor replied instantly, pressing his clothed effort into the Master’s, forcing a grunt from his lips. “Mmm, Master, I—”
“I like it when you say my name,” The Master emphasizes this by hurling the Doctor back up to his lips. The Doctor’s lips parted slightly, allowing the Master's tongue to slip into his mouth. In a blinding moment, the Master could see stars and galaxies being created, exploding with adoration and bursting with bright stars. It had been ages, years since the two of them ever touched, but this. This was other-wordly. This doesn’t compare to anything that’s happened before, or anything that is to happen.
“Take it.” He heard the Doctor speak against the side of his cheek.
“What?”
“The control,” The Doctor lifts his hips to meet the Master’s, the burning friction of their cocks driving them both insane. “Take the control, the power, take it from me. I don’t need it, just...” The Doctor suddenly can’t stop looking at the Master. “Just… please.”
There’s a sharp laugh that falls from the Master’s lips, and he takes the Doctor’s collar, switching their positions. The Doctor’s black was cutting into the metal console, a lever pushing into his back as the Master started to undo his tie, eventually throwing it across the TARDIS. Then, he pushed off the large brown coat on his shoulders, letting it pool at their feet. The Master briefly wondered if he’d ever done anything like this, surrendered control, pushed it out of his way. If the Doctor ever gave himself a chance to breathe, to rest. To cool his mind that was constantly going 1000 miles a minute, trying to fix something, to heal what’s broken. He wondered what he was thinking now, as he started unbuttoning the Doctor’s shirt, giving himself over oh so willingly.
When the Doctor has nothing on but his pants and shoes, the Master steps back to look. This generation was… wonderful. His skin was light, his arms, shoulders and chest lightly sprinkled with beautiful brown constellations. The Doctor’s neck was gorgeous, and the Master already had fantasies of things he wanted to do to it.
“Tell me what you want.” The Master asks, his voice a low purr. “Say it.”
“Boss me around.” The Doctor murmurs, his voice barely there. He sounded out of breath, and to be fair, he probably was. The Master placed a hand on his waist, and spoke into his ear.
“I want you to get on your knees and suck my cock.” The Master started to undo the top button of his pants, and zipped them down. The Doctor sharply inhales, his mouth becoming unable to stay shut. “And when I’m done, I want to fuck you into the console.”
The Doctor watched as the pants fell to the floor with the rest of his own clothes, hands getting clampy and shaky. With one final look, the Doctor got onto his knees in front of the Master, his hands clawing at the waistband of his boxers and pulling them down. The Master exhaled, feeling the hardness of his cock. The Doctor placed a few kitten licks on the swollen head, before swallowing him down to the hilt. The Master cried out, threading his fingers through the Doctor’s hair as he started to bob up and down on his cock.
“Oh, ffff—”
BADUM. BADUM. BADUM. BADUM.
“Mmh,” The Doctor moaned around him, sending a vibration through his spine.
“That’s it, taking it so well, aren’t you? Always so eager, aren’t you—hnng,” The Doctor picked up the speed, his hands grasping at the back of the Master’s thighs. “Mmm, oh— oh my— gorgeous cockslut, so good for letting me use you as I please.” The Master started to meet his thrusts, fucking into the Doctor’s mouth, the man beneath him so perfectly pliant, he almost couldn’t believe it.
Soon enough, he started edging closer and closer to the precipice, and the Doctor wasn’t slowing down at any rate. It felt so fucking good, the Doctor’s warm mouth sucking him in and out over and over.
“I’m going to cum,” The Master gasped, looking down at the Doctor, whose eyes are squeezed shut, his lips pink and wet with spit and precum. “Open your eyes and look at me.” And the Doctor did, opening his eyes and giving the Master such a pretty view.
“Theta…” He groaned, and the Master finally came into the Doctor's mouth, with the Doctor licking and sucking him through it, his spectacular brown eyes never leaving grey. The Doctor swallowed every last drop, and slowly started to pull off of the Master’s cock. He licked his lips, making sure he had gotten it all, and the Master couldn’t get anymore aroused. He pulled the taller man up by the shoulders, whispering small praises into his ear, stroking his hair.
After a moment to rest, the Doctor turned in the Master’s arms, and slowly bent over the console. He turned his head, looking to the Master.
“Fuck,” The Master breathes, as the Doctor starts to pull down his pants and boxers, his back still turned. If the drums were loud earlier, they were blinding now.
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“You’re so tight,” The Master’s thrusts start to pick up, one hand on the Doctor’s chest, and the other on his shoulder. The Doctor was practically squirming in his arms, meeting every single thrust.. “And it feels so good, doesn’t it? Your Master fucking into you like this, hm? Letting me take you like I want you, having control over your pleasure? You want to cum, sweet thing? Tell me what you need.”
“Haaaahh—” The Doctor spurs out. The Master places kisses on his back, over the different freckles and lines.
“I said tell me.”
“Harder! I need you to fuck me harder!” The Doctor begs, humiliation flooding through him, lust thrumming through his veins. It’s only when the Master finds his spot that he cries out, clawing at the console, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. “That’s— that’s perfect, mmm, there, right there,” The Master angled to hit that spot again, and moved his hand down to stroke the Doctor’s cock, moving in time with his thrusts. “I’m— Koschei, it’s so good, ‘m so close,”
Koschei.
“Do it.” The Master demanded, his pace becoming relentless. “Cum right now, Theta, cum for me.”
The Master felt as the Doctor spilled over his fist, his orgasm rattling through him, his vision a blinding white. He soon followed after, spilling inside of the Doctor, sucking a bruise to the back of his neck, the both of them breathing hard and heavy over each other. When they were both finished, the Doctor turned around, and the Master could help but to hold him.
“I’m not leaving.” He cooed. “I’m here.”
“I know.”