Warning: This chapter is rated M for smut content.
Harry Saxon as he was known to the outside world walked along the corridor of the private wing and stopped outside the private room that held his lover.
He finished setting the first part of revenge in motion and all it would take was a phone call from him and the chaos would begin. But that was pushed to the cack of his mind and he fingered the velvet box in his pocket.
He took a deep breath opened the door to the private room and found his lover sitting up in bed and looking decidedly healthier than when he had left him twelve hours ago. One of the benefits of being a Time Lord was the ability to heal quickly and he was glad to see colour back in the Doctor's face.
The Doctor looked up from his book when the Master opened the door and his smile made the Master's hearts skip a beat.
"Inari," the Doctor said in a voice that was no more than a growled whisper.
Still damaged from the tracheal tube, the Master thought absently, but it made certain parts of him pay attention; it sounded so damn sexy.
He walked over and placed a kiss on the Doctor's hair. "If you weren't still recovering and this wasn't a hospital," he said.
The look in his lover's eyes sent a thrill through the Master and the husky voiced reply sent him over the top.
"This is a private room, it has a lock and no window and I'm not an invalid."
The Doctor pulled the Master towards him and kissed him deeply and passionately.
The Master pushed the Doctor back and with a soft growl kissed his way up the Doctor's neck, eliciting a moan made all the more sexy by the hoarseness of it.
"Sia," the Doctor growled.
The Master growled in return and bit into the oh-so slender neck, revelling in the hiss of pleasure he got from the Doctor.
"Ni'ala," the Doctor snarled and moved his hand down to the Master's groin and growled when he found what he wanted.
The Master arched against the Doctor's touch and there was the sound of clothes being removed.
The Master sat back and looked at the naked figure of his lover; he really was beautiful. He scowled when he saw the livid scar that ran across his stomach. But his attention was drawn to another part of his anatomy and with a growl he pounced.
He staggered back a while later, a bloody bite mark fresh and stinging on his shoulder.
"Rassilon...I've missed this!" he smiled.
There was snarl from the other side of the room and with an answering snarl he moved.
The Doctor met him mid stride and with speed that even surprised the Master pulled him onto the bed, which protested at the abuse it had taken.
He paused and looked into the Master's eyes. "Ia seh mah Koschei," he said softly.
The Master took in a sharp breath at the words; words the Doctor hadn't said since their last night of freedom before they entered the adult world of the Academy.
He closed the space between them. "Si'arila," he said and this time kissed the Doctor tenderly.
He felt himself harden again, and this time there were no snarls or growls from the Doctor only sighs and murmurs of "Kosch" as he slowly pushed inside the Doctor and for the first time in over eight hundred and so years made love to his Thete.
The sweet noises and whimpers coming from the Doctor caught the Master in a wave of hot passion and their cries of each other's childhood names mixed with their cries of completion.
The Master had just pulled his clothes on when the nurse returned with the evening meal. He sat on the edge of the bed, nervously waiting whilst the nurse fussed over the Doctor and made sure he ate.
He waited until she had gone and cleared his throat to get his lover's attention and produced the velvet box.
The Doctor looked at him, his face a picture of curiosity.
The Master placed the box in his lover's hand. "Open it then."
The Doctor opened the box and his eye widened in surprise and he looked at the Master.
"It's a stupid thing really, but these apes do have some things that make sense. When two humans want everyone to know that they are a couple, one of them presents the other with a thing called an engagement ring. It shows everyone that the person wearing belongs to the one giving it..."
The Master stopped when his lover burst into tears. His face fell.
"You don't want to belong to me?"
The Doctor looked at him with tear-filled eyes. "No, it's not that."
The Master heaved a sigh of relief. "Then what?"
"I'm not good enough for you," the Doctor sobbed. "I can't...I'll never give you a child. He took Iskar, my womb...White Coat ruined me."
The Master held in his anger at the mention of that name and took the Doctor in his arms. "Ssh now Si'arila, we can always build a loom. There will be more children and you Theta Sigma are good enough for Rassilon himself. So no more talk of not being good enough. So will you wear this ring?"
The Doctor wiped away his tears and took the ring and slipped it onto his finger. When he looked up his eyes were no longer gentle and full of tears.
The Master had seen that look, a look that had been directed enough at him over the centuries; a look that had burnt worlds.
"I want to find him and I want to kill him," the Oncoming Storm snarled.
The Master grinned, a maniacal grin of a crazed clown and clapped his hands and jmped up and down on the spot.
"Wonderful and welcome back my beautiful destruction. I've got something you may like."
The Master turned on the television and switched to the news. There was an item covering a live event...some sort of peace conference.
The Doctor frowned and looked quizzically at the Master.
"Watch," the Master said and got out his mobile and pressed speed dial.
Seconds later the picture from the live broadcast were lost as the roar of an explosion filled the air and all that could be heard were the screams of the injured and the dying.
The Doctor looked at the screen and then at the Master.
A wicked grin spread across his face as he watched the chaos and devastation.
"That my love, is only the beginning," the Master said.
Author's Note:
Translation
Sia- Now
Ni'ala- Master
Ia seh mah- make love to me