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AN: Whoop! Part 1 of the new sequel.
Summary: In which the Doctor gets a little thing that we humans call 'sexual frustration' and in which the Master enjoys repetitive reading.
It was several months later that the two Time Lords who had been forced into marriage had learned to get along and had even in a way had their vow's renewed the Gallifreyan way, in a proper Gallifreyan ceremony, declaring them officially married, and this time they both wanted it.
For the Doctor however everything wasn't all peachy, he'd confessed his love to the Master lots of times since he'd said goodbye to Rose, Martha and Jack, and yet the Master had never said it to him, not even once, he suspected that the Master thought that this wouldn't last very long, that this was all just a pipe dream and it'd go back to being a nightmare soon enough, he was trying to get the Master to see that it was serious, that this was going to last forever.
The Doctor walked into the library where the Master was sat in an arm chair reading a book, he stood behind the chair and read along with him over his shoulder.
"Do you mind? That is rather annoying."
"I was wondering if you'd like to have an early night."
The Master looked up at his husband.
"Alright, just let me finish this chapter and I'll join you."
"Brilliant."
The Doctor smiled triumphantly and headed to their room, he stripped himself down to his boxers, and slid into bed, he waited there for a while before he got fed up of waiting, although to be fair to the Master he thumbed through a book while he waited a little longer, after he finished the book he switched the light off, took his glasses off, declared it a lost cause and went to sleep.
The next morning when the Doctor woke up he dressed and went to the kitchen, the Master was there reading the same book sipping a cup of tea.
"Good morning Doctor, how did you sleep?"
"I'm not speaking to you."
"Oh come on, why not?" the Master asked putting his book mark inside the pages.
"What did I ask you last night?"
"Oh that. Come on is that all?"
"Yes that's all, that's more than enough. Rassilon forbid if I ever did that to you. Lord you'd drag me to bed by my hair."
"Maybe you should have done that to me then."
"Oh yeah and what? You smack me one afterwards, you forget Master that I know you better than that, you wouldn't sit there and take being dragged about."
"You're right but I didn't feel like an early night."
"Why didn't you say so?"
"Don't know."
"Well when you feel like an early night come and find me won't you?"
The Doctor left the kitchen with his fresh mug of tea, he headed down to the console room and lifted the panels up, he slid under the console to repair a crucial part of the Time rotor that blew yesterday afternoon when he and the Master had an argument and both took it out on the console.
The Master however was still in the kitchen, content that he hadn't done anything to warrant anger from his husband, okay so he'd decided without telling him that he didn't want an early night and probably left him waiting in bed but there was no need for this childish no talking nonsense.
They didn't see each other for the rest of the day, the only time they saw each other that day aside from in the kitchen that morning was at night in their bedroom, the Master was in bed, undressed and still reading while the Doctor walked in a filthy suit, covered in motor oil.
"Are you still reading that thing?"
"Yeah, well technically no. It's a really riveting read; this is the third time I've read it today."
"Good for you. I'm going for a shower, want to join me?"
"When I finish this chapter I will."
"Master change the tune I've heard that before."
"What's crawled up your arse?"
"Your attitude. You're a pain in the arse lately, you won't spend time with me, you won't come to bed with me, you won't have sex with me and I have a question and I'd really like an answer to it, do you even love me?"
"Of course I do."
"Then say it to me."
The Master got out of bed.
"Oh I've had enough of this."
"Where are you going?"
The Master walked out of the room, calling back over his shoulder.
"Away from you."
The Doctor sighed and slammed their door shut, turns out that marriage between the two of them was hard work; they were always arguing lately, it was never this bad before. The Doctor did his best not to cry as he was in the bathroom stripping out of his dirty clothes, once the water was on and running he started crying, he honestly hated this.
They spent the night apart again, each of them sleeping in separate beds and each reaching out for their husband and finding nothing but empty sheets and cold pillows, in the end the Master never got a wink of sleep, it was three in the morning according to the TARDIS clock when the Master got up and headed to the Doctor, to their room, the Doctor was lying wide awake.
"Come to apologise or just because you can't sleep?"
"Both."
The Doctor sat up and watched as the Master crossed the room and slid onto the bed next to him.
"I'm sorry. There I said it."
"I would have preferred an I love you."
The Master once again fell silent and looked away.
"Look Master I'm sorry to pressure you but I really want to hear you say it. I need to hear you say it."
"I can't. I just can't."
"Why not? I've said it to you. I love you. There see, I've said it, now your turn."
"Doctor Look you know I do so why can't you just leave it at that?"
"Fine, don't say it if you don't want to. Just goodnight."
"Well I thought we could...have an early night as you suggested."
"You know what Master; I don't think I feel comfortable having sex with you if you won't tell me what you feel."
"You what? Why don't...why not? We've had sex before and I haven't said it."
"Well that's because I was giving you time to adjust to being married to me, I guessed you'd not be used to saying you love me, or anybody so I let you get used to it. But now it's been nearly seven months and well I'm actually beginning to think you don't really love me."
"If that's what you think then by all means believe that but I'm going to bed and I've had enough of this childish running away from you when we argue, from now on I'm staying here; this is my bed after all."
The Master threw back the blankets and slid under them, he simply rolled onto his side, turned his bedside lamp off and within minutes he was snoring, leaving his husband sat up and very, very grumpy.