The Doctor's eyes became distant as he considered this. Because I want you. "I want the universe so I can have you." The Master whispered, scooting behind him and stretching out his legs on either side of the Doctor.

"You could have me without destroying so much." He replied quietly.

"No." The Master objected, wrapping his arms around the Doctor's torso, resting his hands on his belly, feeling him breathe. "You'd have me." He tickled his stomach with a stray finger, making the Doctor squirm just slightly. This regeneration's a little ticklish, I see, The Master thought and grinned.

One of his hands slid up the Doctor's chest before tickling him slightly under the chin, then moving back down on to one of his hearts, pressing him against the Master's lungs. The Doctor didn't protest this and the Master felt almost disappointed. He'd hoped that he'd struggle, he loved the feeling of pinning someone down. After all, the Doctor couldn't be too hard to subdue. This regeneration was just soft skin plastered on bones.

"Don't you want to kill me?" the Master tempted. "After everything I've done?" he was probing him, trying to extract the violence from him.

There was a pause and it became evident the Doctor did not want to fight. "I did the same thing." The Doctor said finally. "I killed an entire race, I'm no better than you."

The Master held him closer, tighter. "Attack me. I've killed and enslaved everything you love, don't you want to at least hurt me?" Now he became slightly more confused than alluring.

"No."

"You're so confusing." The Master laid him down across his knees, propping up his head by cradling it. Then he scratched his tummy the way one would a puppy, tenderly and affectionately. But the Doctor thought it was more of a way of demonstrating power than a show of fondness as he let himself limp.

"Say my name."

The Doctor turned away, however few places there were to turn.

"Say it!" he demanded.

"Master…" he mumbled.

"What was that?"

"Master." The Doctor said, clearly this time.

"Good." The Master oozed. "Aren't things nice when you follow the rules?" he leaned back on his right hand, the left one stayed and scratched behind the Doctor's ears.

The Doctor locked eyes with the Master. "We could fix all this. Right now, you come with me and we could travel everywhere and anywhere." He pleaded. "It would take time to clean up this mess, but we have time." His eyes were imploring, praying.

The Master became very serious. "I've worked too hard to have this. To have you here…in my arms." In my clutches. He thought.

An index finger found it's way onto the Doctor's face and drew a spiral on his cheek. The Master's face became playful in the way of a cat and mouse, controlling once again. "You look so adorable when you're subdued." His hand ran up and down his chest, sending chills down the Doctor's spine.