Change Me – Chapter Two

DoctorXMaster Slash

This story begins after season three ended – but! Lucy Saxon didn't shoot her husband and the Doctor is left in charge of the Master.

Rating T

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Two weeks had passed, and within that time, the Doctor had successfully ignored the Master. All of his banging and all of his taunts were met with unresponsiveness. The Doctor had even gone on a mission, which left the Master alone within the Tardis for a total of five days. The Doctor was thankful that Time Lords didn't need food as frequent as humans did, so the little that the Master harbored had sufficed while the Doctor was gone.

He was also thankful that the Tardis had thought to put toilet facilities within the captive's room, but knowing the Master, who knew if he'd use them.

When the Doctor arrived back into the Tardis, it was eerily quiet. He knew the Master could smell that he was back, because Time Lords can always sense when another is in their presence. He threw his jacket into its usual place and hesitantly looked down the stairs that led to the cell room. He couldn't quite see the room from where he stood.

Still there was no sound. He descended the stairs, preparing himself for whatever was to come. At least, the Doctor figured happily, that the Master hadn't escaped and taken off with the Tardis.

"Master?" he called out before reaching the bottom of the stairs.

A figure was on the bed, which calmed the Doctor's nerves a little. He came to the door, finally resting his eyes completely on the Master.

He was lying on his bed, completely naked. His blonde hair had grown out slightly and was heavily disheveled and light stubble covered his face. He wasn't asleep, but he was barely moving. The only sign of life was the twitching of his fingers as they taped the comforter in successions of four.

"Where have you been?" he asked, his voice gruff.

The Doctor felt a sudden wave of guilt hit him. Normally, any other species he would be adamantly against caging them up and leaving them for days on end. So why did he do it to the Master? An old friend. An old lover.

"I'm sorry," he said softly. "I'm so sorry."

The Master let his hands run through his hair and he began mumbling something to himself. The Doctor caught bits and pieces of the rant: something about the Doctor being pathetic and something about him being alone and the drumming being louder than ever before.

"Master?" the Doctor said, trying to break the man of his spell. "Master, stop."

But he didn't stop ranting. He pulled at his hair now and clawed his fingers down his face and neck. His voice was getting louder and louder. "And the drumming. One two three four. One two three four. All of the time. Louder when you're not here. Always there though. Always always there. Always." He hit his skull a couple times.

The Doctor reached for the cell door and it sprang open. Touch activated. But only the Doctor's touch. Man, the Tardis did really think of everything.

Luckily the Master was too lost to realize that the door had been opened and the Doctor successfully slipped inside and closed the door back. He went to the side of the bed and knelt down.

He was uncertain about touching the man before him. The other Time Lord hadn't even noticed that he was kneeling right next to him, so he didn't want to startle him.

And the Doctor couldn't help but be hyper-aware of the fact that the Master was utterly naked. A form that he had once been so familiar with, but seemed so foreign right now.

"Master?" he said softly.

This triggered movement. The Master had both of his wrists before he even knew what was happening. And then the Doctor's back hit the bars behind him and the Master was kneeling in front of him.

"Doctor. Doctor. Doctor," the Master repeated, bringing the Doctor into him so that the Master breath was brushing against the Doctor's ear. "Say my name again." His stubble rubbed against the side of the Doctor's face.

The Doctor didn't quite know why, but every time the Master asked something of him it was increasingly difficult to say no. He always wanted to do what the Master wanted him to.

And he knew if he obeyed this time, it would cause something to happen, surely. But he just couldn't allow logic to stop him. Not in this moment.

So he leaned in a little to the Master's ear and whispered his name. "Master."

The Doctor knew there would be consequences to his actions, so it was no surprise when the Master took him into a kiss, forcing his mouth open and taking control of what he found there.

And quite frankly, for consequences, it wasn't so bad. The Doctor had to admit.

But, this wasn't something he wished to make a habit… there was a reason he left the Master the first time. He couldn't go back to what they had been.

The Doctor tried to move his hand, but the Master's grip on his wrist tightened. The Doctor inhaled sharply through his nose, allowing himself to be dominated for just a moment longer. And within that short moment, the Master had managed to slip between the Doctor's legs, something the Doctor wasn't too pleased with.

"Stop," the Doctor said, turning his face away.

The Master allowed him to break the kiss.

"That was a mistake," the Doctor said.

"You say that like you had a choice in the matter," the Master said. "It's just sex. You're precious humans do it, so you should approve."

"I don't approve with everything humans do."

"But you do have sex with them, right?" the Master asked. "With all your little companions? Tell me, how is Martha in bed? She seems rather… faithful to you."

"It's not like that," the Doctor argued, trying to pull away from the Master, gain some sort of control.

"Oh yeah?" the Master said. "You're just as pathetic as I thought."

"And what about Lucy?" the Doctor turned the tables. "You decided to take a wife when you came here."

"For appearance purposes," the Master said. "Prime Ministers always have wives."

"And you and her…?"

"Oh yes, Doctor," the Master said. "I had sex with her."

The Doctor didn't respond.

"Not jealous, are we?" the Master teased.

"I'm just thinking about poor Lucy," the Doctor said. "I know… how you can be."

"She got use to the pain," the Master said.

The Doctor cringed. "She was hypnotized!"

"Not all the time." The Master grinned. "I don't like it when they're too compliant."

"I thought that is exactly what you liked… pure submissiveness?"

"Sometimes I like a struggle." He ran his hand through the Doctor's hair, grabbing onto the long strands.

"Get off of me," the Doctor said.

The Master slapped the Doctor once, hard across the face. "And what? Have you leave me in here to rot again?"

"I'm sorry about leaving you for so long. Really, I am."

"The drumming, Doctor. Is loudest when you are gone and the Tardis is empty. It consumes me… every second of every day."

"It's not real," the Doctor said. "It's only in your head."

"I know where it is," the Master said defensively. "And you have no idea, Doctor. No idea what it's like."

"No, I don't," the Doctor admitted. "But let me help you."

"Help me?" the Master laughed. "You can't help me. Not everything is meant to be fixed. I am not some little project of yours. A little abused puppy that you can just be nice to and make everything all better."

"Then I can never let you out."

"Why am I so different?" the Master asked. "Why is it that you allow other dangerous species to exist across the universe, but when it comes to me, you feel the need to save me? You allow other species to exist, give them the option to live, but not with me?"

"I will always give you the option to live. I've never wanted you dead. Never. And I never will."

"So, as long as I'm damaged, you'll just keep me?"

"I will try to help you," the Doctor said. "I will help you if it's the last thing I do."

"Well, I don't want it!" the Master said, hitting him one more time.

The Doctor took the hits quietly.

"Live and let live, isn't that your life's motto?"

"I can't," the Doctor said. "I just can't when it comes to you."

"What is it about me?"

"I cared for you once," the Doctor said.

"And now?"

"You know I still do… isn't it obvious?"

"No," the Master responded. "You could let me fuck you. That would sway my opinion."

"Let you?" the Doctor asked. "As in I have a say in the matter?"

The Master laughed deeply. "If I'm in the mood." He leaned back into the Doctor, letting the side of his face touch the Doctor's. "We both know it's been too long, Doctor. Years… How long has it been?" His breath tickled the Doctor's ear and the Doctor tried to stifle a small shudder.

"Over a decade," the Doctor answered, leaning his head back as the Master grabbed the back of his neck and brought the sensitive skin just below the ear to his mouth. This time he couldn't stifle the noise he made and he heard a deep chuckle come from the Master.

First it was just his lips and then it was his tongue, and the Doctor could manage all of that. He was beginning to feel a sudden urgency between his legs but he felt he could fight it. Until, the Master started to use his teeth. He bit the Doctor's neck once and the Doctor shifted wantonly beneath the assault.

He let his mouth hang open, letting out little gasps. He tried to sit up fully, pushing his heels into the ground, but the Master kept him down. So, the Doctor attempted to raise his hand but it was only caught by the Master's… again.

"Ma… Master," he stuttered and the Master bit down a second time, much harder.

The Doctor gave a small yell, closing his eyes. But that didn't help, because then all he felt was the Master's body – naked body – against him. Between his legs.

"Stop," the Doctor said as firmly as he could. "We haven't done this for over a decade, there's no reason to start again now." He managed to get a bearing on his feet and push his weight up, so that he was sitting up again. "Stop!"

"You know that has the opposite affect on me, right?" the Master asked.

"I stopped doing this for a reason," the Doctor said, trying to put space between himself and the Master.

"And you didn't give me a say back then."

"Because we were broken. We were a mess and you know we were. We went from a somewhat functioning relationship… to damaged. We became detrimental to each other and I knew you. I knew you would allow it to continue, because that's who you are. You're damaged. You're a masochist."

The Master just stared at him. Like he did sometimes. It was intense and it felt like he was looking into the Doctor's soul. It was moments like this that made the Doctor want to save the Master. It was moments like this when it felt like he was actually getting through to the other Time Lord.

And it was moments like this that the Doctor wanted to kiss him softly and hold him. But the Master would never let him and that, above all else, was what tortured the Doctor.

They could fuck, sure. But it would never be more.

"I won't go back to that," the Doctor finally said. "I was miserable."

The Master swallowed hard. "And why should I care about how you feel?"

The Doctor shoved the Master, not in offense of the statement, but in an effort to leave. This had already gone way too far. He managed to stand up, but the Master stood as well.

"Where are you going?" the Master asked.

And the Doctor knew that the Master didn't really care where he was going, his real question was: 'You're not leaving me again, are you?' but he would never ask that.

"Just upstairs," he answered. He looked around the room and found the clothes he had placed on the floor. "And put some clothes on."

The Master didn't move.

And the Doctor had a feeling he knew what the Master wanted, but was not willing to ask. "Put some clothes on," he finally said. "And I'll come back down with some food. We can eat." He knew that all the Master wanted was company, but didn't want to seem needy.

The Master hesitated for a quick second, before moving over to the pile of clothes and picking up the pants.

"I'll take that as a yes," the Doctor said quietly, leaving the room.