So bored. Bored... Bored! And, oddly... hmm.
There were so many room in the TARDIS, all awaiting him, full of things to tinker with... and yet, he was interested in the one thing that none of those rooms presently held. Doctor.
The Doctor was scurrying around the console, fixing this and that, nothing new. His glasses slipped down his nose in his running haste, and he was ever pausing to push them back into place.
The Master watched him with crossed arms, twisting himself back and forth. He wanted - needed - something to do! Finally he began jumping up and down, groaning like a child in frustration. Only then had the Doctor turned to acknowledge him. The Doctor dropped his sonic from his mouth into the palm of his hand, then folded up his glasses.
After a moment of staring at the Master, who had stopped bouncing and was now pouting at him, he ventured to ask, "Well, what is it?"
The Master gave an exasperated moan and threw himself into a chair, slapping his palms over his knees. "I'm so bored!"
The Doctor sighed and drooped his shoulders as if they had this conversation too many times. Which in fact they had.
"Go to the library, read a book." The Doctor turned back to his work.
The Master glowered at his back. He grudgingly rose to his feet, almost ready to obey, when an idea sprung into his clouded mind. Time to press his buttons!
"How long are we going to play this game?" the blond sauntered up behind him, just a few steps away.
The Doctor paused, his eyebrows pinching together. He sensed what was coming, but couldn't resist talking it out with him. He never could.
"What do you mean?" his sonic buzzed again, triggering a pale light to flicker on, then off in the console.
"Oh, Doctor, Doctor," he chuckled softly, smiling with mischief, "Don't be so naive."
The Doctor spun around to face him, clenching his jaw. "Do we have to do this again?"
"No, this, oh this is something different."
The Doctor covered his uncertainty with a hard face. He tried best not to jump in surprise when the Master jerked forward and pinned him against the console of his TARDIS.
The blond nestled his head underneath the Doctor's. He was smaller than him, then again, most people were.
The brunet grit his teeth when the Master wrapped his arms around him. He didn't move from that position, just stood there embracing him with a sleepy expression.
It didn't seem like the Master was the affectionate sort; this could only mean trouble. Perhaps, just maybe, he could reach out to him... but he knew that was terribly unlikely. The last of the Time Lords, cradled against him. He was so afraid to touch him, yet longed deeply to hold him, as if he would fall apart on the spot if it was just a joke. The thought hurt so much he felt as if he choked on own his hearts.
"Master, stop it." The brunet begged, reeling back slightly, though it was not enough to separate them.
"I like it when you use my name!" he whispered against his neck.
The Doctor rolled his eyes. The Master said that close to every time he called him by his name. The Doctor took a sudden, sharp breath when he felt lips against his neck. The Master's bristly facial hair tickled a little.
The Master felt him gulp and he grinned. He dragged the moment out, hot breath trailing up the other Time Lord's neck until their lips briefly met.
The Master slipped the glasses out from the Doctor's coat, then handed the pair to him.
"Library. Now."