Last chapter before I have to go into hospital. I will reply to any reviews when I get out.
This chapter is rated M because of sexual content.
The Master had reined in his anger until he'd made sure that the Doctor was back in their quarters and blissfully asleep.
His generals stood well clear as several pieces of priceless pottery smashed against the wall.
One of the generals cleared his throat. "My Lord?"
The Master stopped mid-throw and glared at the general who despite his fear carried on speaking.
"My Lord, the first wave of troops has reached the outskirts of Washington. We need your permission to advance."
The Master looked at the general then at the closed door to the bedroom. "Burn it," he snarled.
"And what of the man in the White Coat?"
The Master thought about it for a moment. "Send his description to my bounty hunters. I want him alive."
The generals saluted and left the room, leaving the Master to vent his anger alone.
Martha waited until the guards had moved away and she heard the heavy door clang shut. She pressed against the bars of her cell and called out.
"Jack, Ianto!"
There was the shuffling of feet moments before Jack's voice floated back. "Martha, are you okay, how's Gwen?"
"We're okay, are you okay?"
"Had better days," Jack replied.
"We're in trouble, aren't we?" Martha said sadly.
"Yeah," Jack answered.
The Master had retired to their private quarters, the drumbeats in his head threatening to split his skull apart.
This was the time he needed the Doctor the most; the raging storm of his insanity that drowned out the drums, for a while at least.
But for now he had to leave that particular wild ride alone; it was too wild, even for him. He looked over at the figure sleeping peacefully in their bed and wondered how long he could hold onto the storm and hold onto the paradox that was giving him what was rightfully his.
He knew that one day something would cause the Doctor to regenerate and the insanity may go with it; not that he wanted this particular version to change...he really was quite beautiful.
Shaking his head lay down beside his lover and closed his eyes and tried to quieten the drums.
He was woken by movement beside him and the sound of someone crying...the Doctor was awake.
He turned to face his lover and found tear filled eyes looking straight at him.
"I'm sorry," the Doctor said quietly.
The Master wiped a tear from the Doctor's cheek. "Sorry for what?"
"For taking off, but you were hurt and I got so mad. Sorry for being angry at you. I wanted to kill them...kill them all."
"Why be sorry, it's no more than what they deserve."
"But he found me. I thought I would never see you again."
"Don't worry about him, he's history," the Master said and kissed the Doctor, tasting the salt of his tears.
The taste of salt and the Doctor's unique honey- like scent filled the Master with desire and he deepened the kiss and was pleasantly surprised when the feeling was reciprocated.
He carried the kisses down that slender neck, breathing deep to take in the musky spice of the Doctor's arousal.
"You...are...so...beautiful," he breathed as he butterfly kissed his way back up to the Doctor's face. "You are the storm that drives away my madness...don't ever change."
Before the Doctor could reply, the Master captured those lips in a passionate kiss, biting down and causing the Doctor to hiss and arch towards him.
He ran his hand down the Doctor's body and found his lover already hard. He wrapped his hand around the Doctor's hardened shaft and squeezed.
This elicited a feral growl from his lover and he felt it harden some more. Normally he would punish him for such blatant forwardness, but not this time.
This time he wanted to forget.
He squeezed again and the growl from his lover became harsher, animalistic in tone; a warning to the Master.
The Master began to stroke his lover, knowing he was tempting the storm that was coming, knew it would hurt.
He used his other hand to force the Doctor's head back and bit into the tender spot just below the Doctor's Adam's apple.
All control over him was then lost as the Doctor let out a savage growl and flipped the Master onto his back, eyes wild with unbridled lust.
The Master grinned and once again grabbed hold of the Doctor's hair and forced him towards him and bit into already bleeding flesh.
He savoured the taste of his lover' blood, revelled in marking him as his.
The Doctor growled again and tore free of the Master's grip and with a snarl sank his teeth into the nearest piece of the Master.
The Master let out his own snarl and lunged for his lover.
They crashed off the bed and knocked a table flying, sending lamps and other objects crashing to the floor.
This wasn't just sex...this was rutting.
The Master cried out as the Doctor forced himself inside him and bit into his shoulder. The Master began to laugh as the drums were drowned out by the howling of the storm that was the Doctor.
As they came together, the insanity of the Time Lord Vainglorious and the Time Lord Victorious melded into one maelstrom of un-tempered madness and they both howled at the universe.
The morning seemed to come all too quickly and they woke to the sun streaming through the open window.
The Doctor smiled sleepily at the Master and whispered in High Gallifreyan. "S'haria."
The Master smiled back as the Doctor promised forever. "I have something for you," he said and pulled the Doctor from their bed and into the shower.
The guards outside tired hard not to listen to the snarls and growls coming from behind the closed doors; it was better not to know.
So they said nothing when a little while later the Lord Master and the Lord Consort emerged from their quarters and pretended not to notice the bite marks.
Jack tried to keep track of time and guessed that they must have been in the cells a good twelve hours before the Master came to see them.
He guessed he was coming as Martha and a now conscious Gwen had been shoved into their cell.
The door opened and in stepped the Master...and the Doctor.
The Master had his arm around the Doctor's waist, which made Jack feel sick.
"See, they're all here...well almost. I couldn't find that scrawny blonde bitch. Do you like my present?"
The look of delight on the Doctor's face made Jack's heart sink; even more so when the Doctor kissed the Master.
"Can I choose which one?"
The Master smiled like a father indulging a spoilt child. "Except the freak, leave him alone."
The Doctor pouted and then brightened.
"Ooh, it's so hard, they're all so pretty." He pointed and said. "I choose that one."
