For better or for worse
It took them several hours before the Doctor and the Master decided that they had enough of kissing, touching and calling one another names. When they eventually looked around themselves – suddenly remembering that before all that they were just about to be swallowed by a black hole - they could just establish that their friends had already left.
"We must have given them enough material to taunt us for the next millennium" The Doctor stated eventually, leaning against one of the legs of the table on which the dreaded device was now resting completely harmless and bringing the Master lo lean at his side for reciprocate support.
"I don't really care, we can still kill them all" The Master argued seriously as he rested his head on the Doctor's chest, the rapid double beat of his hearts sounding like comforting music to his ears.
The Doctor couldn't stop himself from smiling adoringly at the Master's first attempt at cuddle in years, even while he made an effort to huff in displeasure at his words.
"They went the extra mile to help us" The fair-haired Time Lord pointed out reproachfully.
"Remember the school motto: don't trust the Deca" Was the Master's teasing reply.
The Doctor chuckled at his words and took his chance to take the Master's chin between his thumb and index finger to make him look up at him and steal a light peck on his lips.
"I didn't know they made us the school motto" The Doctor teased him back, before turning serious. "What are we going to do? I hate the idea of following though what our father signed up for us but, for once, they were honestly right"
"Because the initial suggestion didn't come from them" The Master countered, staring up hesitantly into the Doctor's clear blue eyes. "I fixed your mind, you know? You don't need to marry me just to have your freedom back"
"I know that, but I still think that I want to follow through this marriage." The Doctor offered, every bit as cautious as the Master was. "If you're fine with this, obviously"
The Master answered him with a wide smirk that summarized well enough how certain his consent was. Glad that they were both of the same idea, the Doctor then took his chance to kiss tenderly his jaw and then his cheek.
"We just need to decide what we are going to do afterwards, then" The Doctor continued, as he kept teasing the Master with small pecks that run up to the corner of his eye and his temple.
"I guess no more killing for me" The Master joked, both happy and annoyed by the Doctor's teasing kisses. He eventually decided to turn in the Doctor's arms and straddle his lover, in order to get once again the upper hand and kiss him properly on his lips. "Especially you and your wretched Earth. Your UNIT friends and the rest of the universe should be forever indebted to you for this charitable indulgence"
"Will I have to keep you busy in ways you will inform me about later on or does this come out of the kindness of your hearts?" The Doctor asked provocatively, looking up at the Master bashfully through his eyelashes. "I might be amenable to a bargain, if required"
"It's neither, my dear, since I'm quite sure that you won't have to be nothing different from yourself to keep me well occupied" The Master teased back as he encircled the Doctor's neck with his arms and rested his forehead against the Doctor's, his eyes never leaving his friend's. "Any bargain you are willing to offer, however, will be well received"
"Greedy, aren't you?" The Doctor observed, his eyes completely lost in the Master's, as he attempted to reach up for the Master's lips.
"Well, you know me" The Master admitted gallantly, moving slightly backwards to escape the Doctor's kiss and prolong his agony. "But you are even greedier than me. What will you ask of me aside my good behaviour, I wonder"
"I want you" The Doctor pleaded, pouting at his fiancé's annoying little attempts to torment him.
The Master smirked evilly at the Doctor as an answer and then lowered his head just enough to nibble his friend's lower lip, before compliantly let his tongue touch the Doctor's. The fair-haired Time Lord offered readily his mouth to the Master and the playful kiss turned deeper, as they took their time to simply savour one another.
"This is more a prize for me, though" The Master argued almost out of breath, as they finally decided to part. "Nothing more to ask?"
"Actually" The Doctor finally confessed. "I don't really want them to know it, but UNIT has been kind to me when I was stranded. I wouldn't really mind keep helping them sometimes, between one adventure in deeps space and the other"
"We have two functioning time machines, I don't see where's the problem" The Master reassured him, his eyes still staring at the Doctor's as he lightly and slowly kept caressing his cheek and then his jaw, enjoying the feeling of the Doctor's almost inexistent stubble. "Besides, they weren't bad to me too, considering what I've done to them"
"About that" The Doctor took his chance to point out mischievously, smirking evilly at his fiancé. "You really did all that only to catch my attention"
"Indeed" The Master confirmed proudly, smirking back at him even if his cheeks slightly coloured in embarrassment. "It eventually brought me where I wanted, though, didn't it?"
"I hated it when they told me you were on Earth" The Doctor admitted, averting his eyes from the Master as his hands moved to grip his friend's hips, both to prevent him from moving and to fidget with the corners of the Master's dark jacket. "But all the little riddles you left me to solve, the challenges, even the threats and the attempts of murder... It's mental, but they made me as happy as if you had left me chocolate and sonnets of Shakespeare"
Hearing the Doctor's heartfelt confession, the Master burst in laughter and then he let his forehead rest once again on the Doctor's as he managed to make him stare back at him.
"We're both made wrong, aren't we?" He barely whispered, his voice warm and adoring.
"Maybe that's why the universe collectively decided that we were perfect for one another" The Doctor offered, still completely ill at ease.
"They were lucky" The Master concluded, leaving a last peck on the Doctor's lips before finally standing up. "Let's face our friends before we confront our parents, I bet that the good news already spread"
He offered his hand to the Doctor to help him up and this time the Doctor accepted it without reservations. As soon as also the Doctor was back on his feet, they both went straight to the Doll's office. As predicted, the rest of the Deca was waiting for them, everyone curious to learn the full news from their friends.
"Theta, Koschei!" Millennia welcomed them with a smile. "I'm really sorry for what happened. Even though I have to say that I'm quite impressed by the results, it was something unforgivable to do to the two of you"
"It's fine, Millennia, really." The Master offered, knowing that most of the Doll's worries were for his particular condition. "We knew that the Rani would not play fair… If she did, she would be an entirely different person and not our Rani"
The Rani at first just smirked back at the Master, but then took a few steps forwards to actually join her friends and hug them tightly.
"I wouldn't have to resort to dubious methods, if you guys stopped overthinking everything you do" She complained, staring reproachfully at them.
"I don't overthink things, usually" The Doctor pointed out, making most of his friends – including the Rani – to roll their eyes at his statement.
"How imprecise of me" The Rani drawled. "Let's say that the Master overthinks things, while you, on the other hand, refuse to think at all. In general and about your relationship"
The Doctor pouted at the Rani, whilst the Master and all the rest of the Deca laughed heartedly at the Rani's words.
"However, we think we owe all you guys an apology and also our endless gratitude" The Doctor admitted eventually, when everyone had stopped laughing at his expenses, smiling sheepishly at his group. "You were right, we were just messing with each other's mind"
"The worst was yours, Thete" Rallon teased him friendly as he walked towards him to embrace him tightly. "Koschei's mind was already fucked up from the beginning. Congratulations, guys"
"Thank you, Rallon" The Doctor told him, stifling a chuckle. "How are you?"
"It's still difficult, but it's getting better" He answered him proudly. "Millennia and I might take our leave from Gallifrey for a while as soon as I'm fully recovered. I think I've also found out a decent name for me, you know? Mortimus helped me with it"
"The Real Toymaker?" The Master asked jokingly, as he too accepted Rallon's hug and his congratulations.
"I thought something about the line of the Game Master" Rallon countered, smirking challengingly at the Master. "So you won't feel all alone in this universe"
The Rani's and Rallon's jokes were enough to create a warm and friendly aura that erased momentarily all the divergencies the Deca members still held among themselves. After the first round of hugs and congratulations ended, the Monk even brought back from his finally repaired TARDIS something fancy to eat and drink, quickly transforming the impromptu celebration in some kind of stag night.
And they had certainly felt the need for one, since the wedding arrangements had already progressed behind their backs and far beyond their reach.
While they the Master and the Doctor were busy talking inside the lab, in facts, their parents had asked their friends how the Deca's attempts to reconcile the two renegade Time Lords was going. Despite their combined efforts not to make the progress seem overly certain, the two older Time Lords eventually discovered not only Vansell's photos – over which the whole group had been idly chatting when they had been interrupted – but also the laboratory CCTV.
As soon as they got the good news, the two fathers had promptly decided that they could push their sons through the marriage without wasting any more time and set to prepare everything to have a proper high-class wedding ceremony the day after.
Before beginning the small party, every other member of the Deca had offered their resources and intellects to help them escape, if they still had their mind on it. They just wanted their friends to be happy, seconding the Council's resolution was really just an excuse to abuse the money and the assets of their home planet.
Despite being extremely grateful for their friends' display of camaraderie, the two fiancées eventually reassured them that, all things considered, the wedding was fine with them and it wouldn't kill them admitting that their parents were right for once. Probably.
They changed their minds about how much fine they were with their parents' idea, when the day after they fathers entered their room just before second sunrise and urged them to dress up with the overly rigid robes they had prepared for them and get ready for the ceremony,
The extreme rush about something that theoretically was supposed to be their romantic moment unnerved them a little, but they both had to admit that the earlier they got married the earlier they were going to get their freedom back. And freedom they yearned for, since not only they'd had to follow the orders of other people for three whole days, but also, between the stag party and their parent's interference, they had still done nothing more than just making out.
Some kisses and light caresses weren't certainly enough after years of pure UST between them: they just wished to have back their TARDISes as soon as possible, hide away on some deserted planet and simply take their time exploring one another in what was, even for them, a completely new way.
Much to their discomfort, they learned that after the official ceremony there was also supposed to be a reception… by an artificial lake. Even though choosing such an unorthodox location had come from the Doctor's family and approved by the Master's, both Time Lords came to the conclusion not only that the place was one of the few decent things that had been scheduled for their wedding, but also that it was sincerely amazing that such a nice place was allowed to exist on dull Gallifrey.
The small lake wasn't, however, the only joy that the Doctor and the Master had at the too long and formal reception, since they had also the satisfactory chance to witness to the first fight their fathers had as inlaws. All things considered, this whole project of doing damage control making them marry seemed to be more a way to punish their families to have done nothing about them during these late years than an incentive to make them behave.
The thought made their wedding ceremony and reception even better.
While they waited for their TARDISes to be brought back from Earth, the Master and the Doctor even decided to take a romantic walk around the lake. No one noticed the absence of the spouses or their improper behaviour, not even when they came back from their walk dishevelled and with their high-collared outer-robes completely askew.
Having established that not even a blowjob – courtesy of the Master to the Doctor - was enough to help them survive the unnerving formalities, as soon as it was announced that their TARDISes had been brought back successfully on the planet, they hastened to say their goodbyes. Before their respective families could even realise their quick departure, the managed to nestle the Doctor's TARDIS inside the Master's and headed for the most remote and quiet place they knew about, not many galaxies away from the Earth.
When they finally landed, they simply stared at one another from the opposite sides of the TARDIS console.
"Alone, at least" The Doctor offered, intending to break the silence before it dawned on them.
"I would say together, at least" the Master corrected, with a happy smirk in his direction.
The Doctor grinned back at his husband and walked half around the console to meet the Master on the other side.
"All things considered, I'm glad it all finished rather quickly" The Doctor told him, worrying the hems of the Master's outer robe just to do something with his hands. How the hell they were supposed to go on from where they were now was everybody's guess. "You do look strange with these kind of clothes, they lack your personality"
"We still have a rather interesting discussion about clothing to finish" the Master reminded the Doctor, staring hopelessly back at him. "It could turn out bad, though, since you really look good no matter what you put on, even in formal marriage robes"
"Indeed, it might" The Doctor took his chance to confess. "Because I find you cute even in your night attire"
His deft fingers moved up from the lapels of the outer robe to the shoulders, in order to help the Master to shrug it away, and then put it on a nearby chair.
The Master did the same for the Doctor, but forestalled any other initiative he might have intended to make taking his hand in his.
"Even though I would have preferred deadly cool and not cute" He announced tentatively, his voice trembling with anticipation. "I still have a perfectly proper bedroom"
The Doctor's mind quickly supplied a long series of possible comebacks to the Master's proposition, but he found himself too overwhelmed by the situation himself to attempt any of them. Therefore, he hesitantly leaned over to kiss him chastely on his lips and then simply nodded, allowing the Master to lead him to his bedroom.
Much to the Doctor's surprise, when he entered the Master's bedroom he noticed that some of the things there and part of the furniture arrangement reminded him of his own in his TARDIS.
"Did you download the matrix of my room?" He asked plainly, as he attempted to work out similarities and differences of the two rooms.
"We never discussed the living arrangements, so I asked our TARDISes to be creative on their own" The Master admitted, not at all displeased by the solution their girls had come out with. "Seems fine for a first attempt"
"Do you want to try it out already?" The Doctor offered with fake nonchalance, allowing his arms to encircle the Master's waist and bring him closer.
"Are you proposing me?" The Master answered him, pretending to be shocked by the proposition. "I'm a married man now"
The Doctor allowed himself a chuckle and then kissed his husband on his temple, tightening his grip on him.
"I'm pretty much aware of that" He countered shyly, as he took the Master's hand and led him towards the large double bed in the middle of the room.
The Master followed him suit and sat down next to the Doctor on the edge of the bed. Then, he let one of his hands grab firmly the side of his husband's neck, to lead him down towards him and place a gentle kiss on his lips.
"You don't have the faintest idea how many times I wished for you to be like this in my room" The Master admitted unsurely. "If I were a proper man I would be indebted forever to the Council, our families and our friends for helping me to take this chance to be with you"
"I'm glad you're not, then" The Doctor teased with mirth. "Feeling indebted to them might as well ruin us. I will admit, though, that I gave to this particular arrangement quite some consideration as well during the last hundreds years or so"
"And you left me waiting all this time?" The Master countered, rising a mocking eyebrow in the Doctor's direction. He then laid down on the mattress, pulling the Doctor's sleeve to make him follow his lead and rest at his side. He might have intended to look sexy and suave as he usually did, but to the Doctor's trained eyes he seemed more unsure and scared than anything else. "You have quite a lot to amend, then"
The Doctor followed the Master's not so subtle leading and moved to straddle the Master's compact frame with both his hands and knees. The Master moved himself a bit more upwards, towards the centre of the bed, so that his head was once again level with the Doctor's and he could kiss his husband properly.
Their tongues met halfway, moving and teasing one another in a maddening dance that soon left both Time Lord hard and desperate for more.
"You have a lot to amend too" The Doctor pointed out breathlessly, as he broke the kiss and allowed himself to lean fully over the Master. "Am I hurting you?"
"I might be shorter, but I'm not weak. You do know that, right?" The Master countered annoyed, taking his chance to caress the Doctor's sides with the tip of his fingers before grasping tightly his hips to make their groins grind tantalisingly against one another. They both allowed themselves a choked moan at the new sensation, but it only made the Master decide to put more efforts into it. "Sex is all about contact and I need it... I need this"
A quiet whimper escaped eventually the Master's lips: it felt so good that he didn't wish to stop now that they were doing that, no matter if his whole mind screamed at him that they had waited way too much to just be satisfied with something that wasn't full intercourse.
It might have been just a matter of principle, though, because his whole body on the other hand seemed completely satisfied with any way he could get the Doctor, now that he could actually have him in his life and in his bed.
Therefore, it was the Doctor the one that eventually gathered enough willpower to kindly put one of his hands on the Master's, indicating him to stop.
"I don't want to sound ungrateful, old chap" The Doctor managed to say, despite his ragged breathing. "But as you do already know, gallifreian clothes are not really the best for fooling around, much less if we intend to take things a bit forwards"
"I do know, indeed" The Master agreed playfully, allowing the Doctor to sit up so that they both could free themselves from their tunics and pants. "I seem to gather that you're quite eager to consume our marriage, my dear Doctor, am I correct?"
"You should really stop teasing and get on with it" The Doctor countered passionately, knowing too well that the Master couldn't be trusted to be straight-forward in basically anything. Dressed in only a pair of brownish red striped boxers, the Doctor then moved back to the Master's side, ready to help his husband out of his own clothes if necessary.
All what they had been until then was crumbling, touch after touch, kiss after kiss and piece of clothing after piece of clothing.
"If you had such a desire for me, my dear, you could have act first" The Master objected as the Doctor let their clothes pile up on the floor and took his chance to steal some furtive caresses on his tanned skin.
Not at all certain that he was fine with the speed at which the things between them were changing, the Master however could only avert his eyes to conceal his discomfort.
They might have been husbands for a couple of hours, but they had been friends their whole life, so it didn't come as a surprise when, as soon as the Master too was dressed in only his undergarments, the first thing the Doctor did was to simply hold his friend tight in his arms.
"Are you sure you're fine?" The Doctor whispered in his ear, his hand caressing his husband's upper arm to comfort him. "We can stop anytime"
"Why would I want to stop" The Master countered in a single breath, still grateful for the small break.
"Any reason is a good one" The Doctor pointed out, his caressing hand idly moving up to entangle itself in the Master's tussled hair. "We really must rewrite everything we were before today. If you want to take it slowly, I do understand. We're Time Lords, we walk in eternity"
"Don't be unreasonable, Doctor" The Master countered annoyed. "I waited for years for the chance to have you in my bed"
"Still, the fact that you never tried anything means you weren't ready for the consequences" The Doctor reasoned quietly, shifting the Master in his arms so that his head was on his chest and he could hear both his hearts beating fast. "Millennia told me to keep an eye out for you, considering the emotional blackmail of the Rani and the rush our parents put in getting us married"
"I might need time to adjust to everything, I admit it" The Master agreed, sincerely enjoying the cuddling and the Doctor's reassuring heartbeats. "But not to make love to you, Doctor. I'll be fine"
He turned up his head to stare deeply into the Doctor's eyes so that his friend could see how serious he was. The Doctor, after some moments of thinking, bent over his husband to capture his lips with his owns.
It was sweet, calm and unrushed, giving both of them enough time to adjust to a completely new level of perceiving one another. Oh so slowly, the Doctor moved even more over the Master, his body flushed against his husband's. Now they could feel one another stronger and better, the maddening feeling of skin against skin made them wish they had already forego also their undergarments.
The Doctor deepened the kiss, allowing his tongue a small perusal of the Master's hot cavern before he allowed the Master to take once again the lead of their kiss. The Doctor's arms were busy sustaining him just enough that he wouldn't crush his lover beneath him, so the Master took his chance to explore the body of the Time Lord he had admired from afar for all those years.
He had loved deeply the Doctor's first body, so lithe and flexible to look to him like a Zentoran space civet. He hadn't seen much of his second incarnation, but the few times he did, he had liked the odd sensation of finally getting to see him eye-level as much as the peculiar effect his too large clothing made on him. He hadn't had the chance to see him unclothed, since he had shared his life and his room with Theta, but he really couldn't provide any chance to convince the Doctor's second incarnation to let him peek under all those shabby clothing.
Feasting his eyes on the Doctor's current third body, in comparison, had been an easy task. Feeling no shame in front of his friend and being the damn show off Theta had always been, it barely took the Master a bit of water or a warmer temperature inside the room he would trap the Doctor in, to make his beloved shed some of his clothes. Clothes that were never shabby or too big, but perfectly tailored to suit impeccably his broad chest and shoulders and his perfect ass.
No wonder that the fleeting idea of just come to say hello to the Doctor stuck on Earth had become a decision to stay there permanently and pretend that a third rate star actually meant something to him. Thanks to that, even before now, he had already memorised all the details of the Doctor's body by heart.
Still, he never really had the chance to feel properly how soft his skin was under his hands, how firm his muscles were, the artistic flawlessness of the regular swells and depths that chiselled his chest. He never had the chance to feel the Doctor's delicate nipples under his fingers slowly turning hard thanks to his attentive ministrations.
When he was satisfied with mapping the Doctor's chest, he took his chance to move upwards to his shoulders and then down to his shoulder blades and tantalising back, enjoying with leisure the whole of it.
The Doctor at first just focused on kissing the Master thoroughly, but then even he felt difficulties in continuing to do just that, considering how methodical and attentive his lover's hands were on him. Therefore, he moved to kiss, lick and mouth the Master's neck and then he moved on, up to his jaw and earlobes.
He took particular pleasure in tormenting the first line of soft skin under his chin, right where the beard started, and then harder shell of the Master's ears. Even if he had fewer chances to move, considering his position, he could say he was completely satisfied with the results of his teasing when he felt the Master ultimately moaning aloud without restrictions, and his groin swell against his tight.
Eventually, the Doctor moved slightly off the Master, so that could use freely his hands without putting all his weight on the Master. As the caresses became mutual, they also grew more urgent.
"Doctor, can I?" The Master asked eventually, brushing lightly the palm of his hand against the bulge of the Doctor's trunks.
As an answer, the Doctor took his mouth in a last deep kiss and then led the Master's teasing hand to the hem of his boxers, to feel the hardened skin beneath them before he helped him taking them off. With a couple of goofy moves, both of them were quickly free of the unnecessary piece of clothing. As the Master led the Doctor once again to lie over him, he managed it so that their cocks could finally brush against one another.
Reassured that the pace they were keeping was now slow enough not to risk scaring the Master out of his mind, the Doctor stood back on all fours, his knees now only straddling one of the Master's legs, as he stretched over to open one of the bedside tables. Luckily enough, the two TARDISes had decided to copy even the lube location from the Doctor's bedroom.
The Master observed with an interested smirk the Doctor's endeavours and was ready to take the lube in his hands as soon as the Doctor gave it to him.
"Strawberry, my dear?" The Master mocked him, earning the Doctor's goofy smile and a kiss for his trouble.
"You can't really get Alederian flowers on Earth, my love"
The Master felt both his hearts stop in his chest hearing the Doctor calling him love. A bit more than twelve hours to adjust to the idea the Doctor actually loved him weren't apparently enough, not even for him.
"I don't mind strawberry" Was the only thing with a bit of sense that the Master was able to get out of his mouth, before he closed his arms around the Doctor's neck to bring him down towards him, so that he could kiss him once again.
As his mouth was busy distracting the Doctor, the Master took his chance to open the tube of lube and actually squeeze a decent amount of gel on his hand. Then, with one hand, he took a firm grip of the Doctor's hip and with the other began stroking gently the Doctor's cock.
When he felt the pre-cum starting to leak from the Doctor's hardened member, he squeezed more gel on both his hands and resumed working on his lover's cock with one hand as he tentatively began opening him up with the other. He worked on the Doctor as gently as he could manage, analysing with apprehension the details of his expression to identify any kind of pain or any excess of pleasure.
He distantly thought that he was being utterly ridiculous, since he was acting almost as if he was a virgin with no idea of how and what he should do, something that he certainly wasn't true. It was his first time with his Doctor, though, and that made him more scared to mess something up than if this had been his actual first experience.
Time for the Master to get the Doctor loose enough that this would not hurt, and the Doctor was already trembling in pure pleasure and frustration. He had eventually lowered his upper chest against the Master's, hiding his face in the crook of his neck, his moans muffled only by the fluffy blanket under them.
"Doctor?" The Master called eventually, shaking slightly his shoulder to have the Doctor's full attention on him. "Thete, please"
"Hn?" The Doctor managed to mutter, barely managing to turn his head towards the Master.
"Can I- I mean..." The Master tried to ask. "Is it all right if we go on? Will you be fine?"
"Please, Kos" Was the best the Doctor could manage to say, before gathering all his remaining willpower to straddle both of the Master's legs.
The Master took his invitation and grabbed his hips tightly to guide his lover to properly angle himself over his erection. He took a moment to coat himself with an obscene amount of lubricant, and then urged his husband to lower himself on him.
Both of them moaned at the penetration and attempted to keep still as much as they could. It didn't take the Doctor a lot of time to get used to the new feeling, though, so he soon started moving slowly, in a weak attempt to create some sort of rhythm good for the both of them.
As the Doctor loosened enough that the Master could move without the fear of hurting him, he too began assisting his husband trusting vigorously inside of him as much as grounding his hips to ease their movements.
What at the beginning had been a messy attempt to make two different paces and strengths to coexist, slowly became a perfect series of movements well-coordinated between them, as the different paces and drives evened out and became something that both of them could follow.
They could only hope that eventually their lives could mingle the same way and with the same easiness they body did.
As their rhythm grew more frantic, the Master took his chance to grab the Doctor's hard cock with his still sticky hand. He did his best to match the time of their thrusts, but eventually had to give up, since his mind was far too unfocused to attempt something so complex. It was the first time his brain felt like it had completely become mush during sex, a sensation utterly foreign to someone who praised himself for his own genius.
The Doctor, on his hand, gone as far as the Master was, didn't really seem to mind the difference in paces, and moaned satisfactorily at the additional stimulation.
Desperate for one another as they were, it didn't take them much to come, the Doctor eventually releasing his seed over the Master's abdomen and then crushing over his husband with his full weight. The Master lasted only few more thrusts before grasping tightly his lover's waist and biting hardly his shoulder as he came inside of him.
It was only after the Doctor had properly caught his breath that he realised where and how he had fallen over, and did his best to move at least slightly to the side, encountering however the Master's resistance in doing so.
"Master, I really need to-" The Doctor argued, his voice laced with worry.
"Just lie here some more" The Master moaned instead in what was almost an utterly satisfied purr. "You're quite comfortable..."
The Doctor couldn't help but stifle a laugh as he held his husband tighter in his arms.
"You really do love me crushing you" He pointed out utterly amused, his smile growing larger by the seconds.
"Yeah, I do have a certain masochistic side that now need to be feed in ways different from the usual allowing you to utterly defeat me" The Master deadpanned, licking and biting the length of the Doctor's neck in pure contentment.
"Well, as friends, enemies or husbands, you know that I've always been and I will always be here for you, don't you?" The Doctor whispered adoringly in the Master's ear. "I can be everything you need, your nemesis as well as your paperweight"
"I've always knew that deep inside, Doctor" The Master admitted fondly. "Because I also have always been and I'll always be here for you, my dear. For better or for worse, what's important is that we are together"
The Doctor smiled softly at the Master's words and shifted them both so that he was resting on his back and the Master was laying comfortably half on his chest and half on the bed. Then he moved the duvet over them and tightened his hold on him, in a way that wasn't much different from what they were used to when they were younger.
Not much time passed that their breathings quietly slowed down and both Time Lords fell deeply asleep in each other's arms.
It really didn't matter if they laid together as friends, enemies or lovers, they held on the firm notion that there would be only one fixed constant in the complicate system that represented the two of them: the fact they were destined to be there for one another. For better or for worse.
At the end of it all, their lives had not really changed all that much.
The End
