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"Master? Where did you get to?" the Doctor wondered, running a hand through the brown fringe on top of his head. This was the third time that day he had misplaced his charge. Where in the TARDIS could he have gotten to? "Master! Master, come on! Do you want dinner or what?" It wasn't going to stay hot for long, and the Doctor had no intention of warming up the Master's meal if he was going to hide away like this.
He was such a child sometimes. It had to be the drums. Those constant drums that would never leave. They were a part of him, much like the Master was now a part of the Doctor's life, ever since saving him from that gunshot wound after the Year that Never Was.
"Master, I'm getting impatient!" the time lord protested, quickening his pace to hurry through the many hallways of the TARDIS interior. In a miniature rage, he rounded a corner and nearly missed the childish giggling coming from a slightly ajar door. He hesitated, one foot in the air and ready to take another step. That laughter wasn't his imagination was it?
Curiosity getting the better of him, the Doctor changed course, turning on his heel to head down another hallway and peer into the open door.
There was no one inside. It was an extra room that had not been used until now. In the center of the room stood a massive patchwork fort, made from blankets, chairs, bits of string, and plastic clips. A small opening near the bottom of the tent had a scribbled sign over it. A sheet of blue construction paper read, in a intentional child-like scrawl, "The Master's Fort: Do Not Enter!"
"Really now, Master? Come on out. Don't make me go and get you." The Doctor rolled his eyes, but had to admit the Master was crafty, for having set this up. He must have been slipping away all day, and that's why he couldn't find him earlier.
"No! I refuse!" the other time lord goaded. "Come in and get me then!" His voice drifted out from deep inside the fort. There was no telling what was in there, save for that it must be very comfortable if the Master was willing to spend a long time inside.
The Doctor groaned. "Alright, alright. I don't have time to play these games." He got down on his hands and knees at the entrance to the fort, sticking his head inside. There was the Master, wrapped up in a large fleece blanket, and clearly waiting for the Doctor, based on the way he was laying on his belly with his head propped up in his hands. "Come on," the Doctor crawled forward a bit, reaching out a hand.
He would have scrambled backwards when the Master sprang forward if the other time lord hadn't grabbed a hold of his shoulders instead. The Master pulled the Doctor close, and it was then that the Doctor realized the Master was completely naked. "M-master!" he struggled, trying to pull away. "Dinner—!"
"Dinner can wait. First I'm going to get you out of those clothes." The Master beamed, burying his nose into the crook of the Doctor's neck. "And then I'm going to ravish you until I am satisfied," he crooned, already ripping through the buttons on the Doctor's suit.
