II.
They landed back on Earth, big surprise there, and he was again on lockdown while the Doctor and his "mate" went to fight crime or whatever the hell they did. Oh, and Martha Jones was back…lovely. This couldn't possibly be any worse. He stayed in his room of his own accord because he definitely could not handle travelling with the Doctor and not one, but two humans. They were needy and disgusting and inefficient and he could not understand what it was about them that intrigued the Doctor. However, that did not stop Martha from pestering him when she was there. Luckily, she was 'over this whole experience,' whatever that meant, and the Doctor went to return her to her proper home. Apparently the redhead and she had become friends… which does seem a bit unlikely given the Doctor's track record. These humans know nothing about him…all of the people before and all of the people after…they are nothing in the grand scheme of things. Almost makes him feel sorry for them. Almost.
Donna was the first to return. He could feel it. The drums…1234. 1234. Constant drumming never ending 1234.1234. He heard a voice.
"Are you alright? Do you need me to get the Doctor?"
His vision blurred and he saw that flash of red scurry out the door.
He opened his eyes again and met the Doctors big brown ones staring through him.
"Master. Can you hear me? Master?" The Doctor came into focus and the Master tried to stand on his feet, stumbling in his attempt.
"Help me get him to his room." He heard the Doctor say, and felt two sets of arms grabbing at him to make sure his body was supported. He threw them off and started to walk to his bedroom on his own. They both tried to follow him, but eventually the Doctor told Donna that "He seems fine. You can go, you don't have to worry."
He heard the Doctor's footsteps following him, offbeat with the drums in his head. He turned around to face him and said, "I'm fine. See?" He gave a little twirl. "Just leave me in peace. I'll call if I need you. Which will hopefully be never."
The Doctor never left his gaze. He pushed past him to get to the bedroom.
"Hey, what- where are you going? That's my room and I'd like some peace and quiet." He then realized how ironic that statement was.
He entered the room and saw the Doctor sitting on his bed, motioning him to sit next to him.
"Please leave. I don't want to deal with you right now and I just want to go to sleep to try to drown out these-" He didn't noticed that the Doctor had gotten up and was now kissing him full on the lips. And in that moment, he felt the drums receding, becoming more and more distant as the Doctor explored his mouth. He heard himself whimper a little, and immediately tried to pull away, not getting very far with the firm grip the Doctor had on him.
"I want to try something." He heard the Doctor whisper into his ear.
He was now being led to the bed by his sworn enemy; ever so gently the Doctor pushed him closer. He justified his submission to this to the fact that he was in a state of temporary confusion. The drums were gone and he didn't know what was going on. Yes, that was the explanation. It seemed like a better one than "you're in love with a man who has kept you prisoner and has finally made a move and you will never get another chance like this even though it's all you've ever wanted, ever since you were kids." Man, do thoughts usually consume people like this? He (cross his fingers if the Doctor miraculously does find a way to fix them) much preferred the drums.
He snapped out of his thoughts and felt the Doctor's hands on his thighs. When did he become naked? And why-
"Shhh. Stop thinking and just feel." That startled him a bit. He didn't hear the Doctor say those words, but he felt it.
"I hope you don't mind. I thought the telepathic field would be strong enough to get rid of the drums. And if I go through every nerve ending on your body…" The Master felt a surge of pleasure shoot through his mind. "Maybe they can be rid of for good."
He tried to shut him out, but the Doctor was too strong, and he was too vulnerable. The Doctor was determined to make this work. There was nothing he could do but take it.
Not that he was complaining.
Touch after touch, surge after surge, the drums were just a distant memory now, long forgotten, hopefully never to return. He felt close to his peak, when he noticed a tiny crack in the structure of the Doctor's mind enveloping his. He used that weak spot to get into his mind, to do to the Doctor what the Doctor was doing to him. It was sudden and unexpected, so now the Doctor became the vulnerable one.
"A door, once opened, may be stepped through in either direction." He felt the Doctor cringe at that statement.
Both of them were on the verge of climax, their pleasure centers overloading with information when they both released together. Time seemed to stop all around them, and everything in that moment, whether it be a second or year (he'll give the humans that; they designed a way to organize time into easier to understand periods), made sense.
The Doctor landed on him and rested his head on his chest. He shrugged him off a bit to put the covers on, and they fell asleep in each other's arms.
....
He awoke the next morning to a draft that seemed to come into his room. He was much colder than usual, and it was then that he realized he wasn't wearing any clothes. He thought back to last night and turned his head slightly to the right to notice an empty spot next to him. In fact, there was no trace at all that any of that happened. He wondered if it was all just a dream. He went to put on some clothes when he caught himself in the mirror. A red Doctor-shaped splotch was fastly disappearing on his chest. So it wasn't just a dream.
And ever so faintly he could hear them returning. Slowly, but surely, the drums were coming back.
To be honest, he didn't know what he was expecting. So why is he feeling so disappointed right now? Did he think that the drums would finally stop and the Doctor would finally realize that humans are stupid and drop Donna off at home so they could be together, like he always imagined?
He couldn't take this anymore. He was just fine with the drums before the Doctor showed up, why is he putting himself through this torture to get rid of them?
He vowed that he would get out of this imprisonment, even if he had to destroy the universe himself.
