The Master's whisper had caused Theta's hair to stand on edge.
Theta looked back at the Master and stared into two amber-coloured orbs.
He was too surprised to think of any way of defending himself.

"Oh don't play the blushing virgin" sighed the Master "Don't think I wouldn't know what you two have been up two. You weren't even trying to keep it a secret, were you?"
Theta stared at his feet as he sheepishly tried to defend himself.
The Master interrupted him coldly.

"Secretly, Theta-Sigma, secretly you're longing for Koschei's attention; you're begging for his devotion."
The two gold-glistening orbs rested once more on Theta's delicate body.
"Though I'm quite sure you're the submissive one, aren't you?"

Inevitably Theta blushed as he continued to stare at the floor as if he was trying hard to remember its pattern because he was going to be asked some questions about it later on.
He felt his face burning and would have wished he could have burnt a hole in the ground and thereby just disappeared from his superior's view.
A quiet chuckle escaped the Master's lips as he grasped Theta's shoulder and touched them fondly.

Theta gasped.

His touch.
His superior's touch was... appeasing. Somehow it felt displeasingly familiar.
Some of it implied an unspoken longing... a desire... lust...
Theta gulped and stared into the restlessly changing orbs; the Master's eyes glistened like Gallifrey's twin suns on the first day after Inshrakhata, the solstice celebration.
His breathtakingly beautiful eyes... like Koschei's they were...

"Beguiling" verbalized the Master Theta's thoughts only to find him blushing again.

Theta stared back at him in horror, blushing again.
"Oh my."
The Master pulled Theta closer towards him.
"If you don't stop blushing your face will certainly stay like this forever. However..." the Master chuckled "I'm sure Koschei wouldn't mind it."
Unfortunately Theta's face was becoming even redder.

The Master grasped Theta harshly, embracing him, squeezing him hard.
He pressed his lips upon this small and pale face, kissing and sucking on Theta's cold lips until they were bruised and hurt. He licked Theta's burning cheeks and tasted every tear that formed in his eyes.
Theta was crying. He couldn't help it; he was crying.
Something was wrong. He felt it.
Some things just shouldn't be...

The Master seemed to ignore the hurt look Theta was giving him; though he couldn't help noticing it.
But nonetheless he pulled him closer and closer, feeling him, sucking in the sweet scent of this young body, this...
Theta had closed his eyes, tears still flowing down his cheeks.
It felt so wrong. It had to be wrong.
It was wrong because it felt right.
As much as he tried to struggle, as much as he tried to resist it... he simply couldn't.
His supervisor... his Master...
Why did he have to smell like Koschei?
Why did he have to remind him so much of his beloved Koschei?

And even while Theta was reluctant and felt the urge to just run, run away, run away as always, he...

The Master's fingers were trailing down his back, sending a shiver down his spine as his supervisor reached his thighs and felt his way to the even more delicate flesh.
Theta's eyes snapped open as he felt a forceful finger trying to enter him.

Theta managed to wriggle out of the Master's grip and ducked, collapsing unto the floor.
He snatched his garments and made a run for the door.
But he stopped as he felt the fingers buried in his hair.
And the tears started to flow again.

Theta was slammed to the floor, lay motionless. He wouldn't even move as the Master grabbed his shoulders and turned him around, pressing his back against the floor.
Theta's eyes were closed shut again. He tried helplessly to suppress the tears as two strong hands smashed down on his collarbones.

The Master was kneeling above him, his nails digging into his poor disciple's flesh.
Theta gasped and winced, shivering beneath the Master helplessly; though in the blink of an eye he darted an excruciated glare at him.
"Don't even think about it" growled the Master, resting on Theta's weak body "You seem to forget that I can read your thoughts. And your eyes..."
He caressed his cheeks, provoking another of Theta's stares.
The Master smiled.
"One glance of your greedy eyes is worth a thousand words."
Theta gulped audibly and tried to protest; but as he opened his mouth the Master slid his forefingers between his lips.
Theta stared at him abashedly, intuitively sucking on it.

"That's it, use your tongue."

Theta stared into his supervisor's face and blushed at the smile appearing on his lips.
He was disgusted; he was nauseated; but the cold edge in the Master's voice was what really disturbed him.

Trying too hard to think Theta didn't think at all and just continued licking and nibbling on the Master's finger.
"You're good" whispered the Master appreciatorily; and Theta had wished the ground could have swallowed him.

"You naughty little boy" the Master chuckled "already thinking about swallowing.

And there it was. The tone of voice. The slinky smile on those ruthless lips.
If he closed his eyes... he could sense him even now...
Koschei. His Koschei.
As if the Master was...

"Spread you legs."
For the hundredth time Theta blushed, with trembling fingers clutching anxiously at the Master.
Theta stared at him coyly, unable to reply.
The Master pushed his finger deeper into Theta's mouth, rubbing against his tongue shamelessly.
And still while suggesting things to a shivering young man beneath him that reflected sheer obsceneness... he was calm and composed.
"Do it yourself" he added empathically "I want you to do it for me."

Theta faced the Master, staring into two gleaming amber orbs for quite too long.
"Do it" hissed the Master, barely able to withhold his excitement.
His face turned aside, so he wouldn't be forced to witness his superior's expression, Theta opened his legs and separated them nervously.

"Good boy" the Master patted his thighs encouragingly.
Theta bit his lip as the Master's warm hands rested on his buttocks. He held his breath, his hearts racing like mad; he tried fighting it, fighting the urge to give in.
Tears were forming in his eyes again.

Koschei.
The Master's scent... his aura... like Koschei's... so much like Koschei's...
His Koschei... his beloved...
Everything around him seemed to disappear, disperse and fade into the background.
He was alone with his Koschei. He had to be Koschei.
He could feel him.
It was his Koschei. Close to him. As close as always.
He...

Theta gasped; the Master's fingers palpated his soft and moist entrance, feeling him, probing his delicate and fragile body.
Koschei... no, the Master fingered him deeper... more intense.
Theta couldn't help but moan friskily.
He just couldn't resist. The smell... his beguiling scent... his Koschei.

Theta had stopped caring for what was happening to him. He just lay there, legs wide spread, groaning and pushing his rear end against the Master's groin.
His tongue felt dry as it licked playfully over his bruised lips; his stare was hollow, reflecting nothing but unbridled lust and corybantic desire.

"Be quiet,"
The Master stared at Theta gravely, "I can't have you making too much noise in my office."

To Theta his Master's voice was nothing but a distant murmur, an unreal voice from a long distance drifting slowly to him.
His eyes half open, half staring, half lusting after his Master Theta opened his mouth to produce something between an impatient snarl and an outcry of pure eager expectance.
His vision was clouded; his eyes seemed gloomy and void.

"Stop it" growled the Master.
Theta didn't comply.
He had stopped thinking straight; logic was nothing but a meaningless word.
He was driven by his urges, his hopes, his longings that Koschei... that Koschei wouldn't know, the things he wouldn't see, the pain in his heart, in his chest, between his thighs, whenever he'd look at him, the stabbing pain between his thighs when all he wanted was Koschei between them...

Saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, Theta's eyes stayed fixed on the nothing between him, the nothing he was caught, his own little world, a place inside where he could be alone...
Theta gave another unsatisfied groan as he was still thrusting against the Master; his thighs were covered in sweat by now.
And all of a sudden his eyes focussed.
Stopping his restless movement for a moment he stared at the Master.
And then he lashed out.

Theta had buried his nails in the Master's shoulders, his red and bruised lips pressing against the Master's neck, kissing him, brushing against his warm skin, sucking on it, licking it tenderly.

His own mind cried. And yet he felt it.
It was his Koschei. And he needed him. Right now.

Surprised, as the Master was by his disciples sudden reaction he pushed him back onto the floor, a strong hand holding him down, pressing his impatiently squirming body back onto the floor.
Theta had ripped his cloak and torn off a cloth strip which was now hanging from his right shoulder.
Both mad at Theta for being unruly and at himself for losing control so easily he tore of the strip and, as Theta was moaning incitingly again, stuffed it in his mouth.

"I said be quiet!" snapped the Master, unable to hide the rock hard erection he was having.

Theta was still leering at him, his body twitched nervously as the Master touched his soft skin.
Theta wouldn't stop sighing and crying out loud whenever the Master reached for a tender spot or kissed an erogenous zone; though his muffled noises didn't seem to bother him that much.

The Master was positioning him between Theta's excitedly twitching legs. Undoing his belt quickly he pressed his hot todger against Theta's thighs, thereby eliciting a libidinous cry from him.
He placed Theta's legs on his shoulders and grabbed his haunches forcefully; the Master enjoyed seeing Theta wincing beneath him. Theta was moist; he was getting wetter every second, his own body fluids humidifying his tight and warm hole.

The Master held his breath, dug his nails into Theta's skin and thrust in.

He had suspected a scream, a cry or at least a muffled sob.
But Theta lay beneath him motionless, saliva dripping from his lips, staring into the nothingness again.
Yet he was loosening up.

A tremor was spreading through Theta's body. He was unfocussed again, lost in thought, dreaming, dreaming of Koschei.
He knew that he was near him, he could feel him, he could sense his Koschei, he knew that Koschei was there, beside him. Above him.
Inside of him.

The Master was picking up the pace, small beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
Theta was tight; tighter than he had expected.
He could feel the blood pounding in his veins, the veins throbbing on his member. He had to get Theta to loosen up a bit more – otherwise he wouldn't be able to bury his member up to the stop in him.

Theta closed his eyes. Approaching was a roaring sound, a deafening noise.
And with it his thoughts were changing; his head was clearing up, the fog in his mind disappearing. What was left was a white blankness.
And a pain.
His head. Inside of his head. Nothing but solitude. Nothing but empty space. With no place to run or hide.
And... just nothing... He couldn't feel it. He couldn't feel his Koschei anymore.
He'd stopped sensing him.

Theta's eyes snapped open again.
He stared at the Master, scared, irritated and ready to scream.
He took a deep breath and...
Koschei. He reminded him so much of his Koschei.
Theta couldn't raise his voice; he just couldn't.
So much like his Koschei... the Master... why was he...?

"Just pretend I'm your beloved Koschei" said the Master between painful thrusts. Theta stared at him, slightly panting, and reached for his hands to grasp them.
The Master met his stare, smiling back at him.
"I can do things to you he wouldn't even dare to dream of."

The room was filled with strange odours.
Nothing audible beside the monotonous sound of hips grinding against each other and some muffled gasps between pokes.
Theta bit down hard on the cloth, burying his teeth in it as the Master pulled him closer once again, burying his hurtful member ruthlessly in his small and tender body.
He gasped for air, half crazed with pain, the other half driven insane by desire.
The Master's merciless pounding and unbridled lust was too much for him – Theta felt that he couldn't take it any longer.

"Don't worry" spat the Master before groaning shamelessly "Almost there."

Theta held his breath; he was as close to the climax as the Master.
He closed his eyes, felt the shiver spreading, felt his muscles tensing...
Faster, still faster, the Master wouldn't stop pushing into him, never stopping, never slowing down, never dying, he just pushed and pushed, groaning, cursing and enjoying every moment, every second, every bit of Theta's body.
And Theta, thought blushing while thinking about it, was enjoying every inch of the Master.

Eventually the Master dragged him closer forcefully, spat rather obscene Gallifreyan curses into Theta's untaught ears and came, his swollen member deeply buried inside of his tender and fragile disciple.

Theta screamed, his scream barely muffled by the cloth in his mouth, and came as well, sputtering his semen all over his own and his superior's stomach.
The Master collapsed and fell to the floor beside him, still breathing heavily, still warm and full of joy.
He stared at Theta, the young and innocent Theta, reached over with a hand and fondled his cheeks thoughtfully.

"I'm sure Koschei will understand" smiled the Master. "And so will you."
He eyed Theta up closely, his grin becoming even wider.
"In time."

Theta nodded, staring at the floor and struggling for control over his breath.
And, inevitably, blushed.

"I'm sorry... Did you just...?"
The Doctor stared at the young man who did nothing but stare back at him with his amber coloured eyes; but that was all it took to send the Doctor struggling for the right words.

"Oh, don't ask me what this is all about" retorted the young man, leaning against the counter "I was told to deliver this message. I don't know what this is all about."

"Yes, yes, what this is all about..."stammered the Doctor, slowly turning around for Jack.
As he found Jack's till now occupied seat empty it dawned on him that you couldn't let a human being from the fifty-first century unguarded; not even for a minute.
Though he was sure he heard him laughing somewhere far off, making sticky-sweet conversation with both a charming lady and a handsome guy.
Well, so much for the population's future...

The Doctor was aware of the young man, still eying him up suspiciously.
Out of the corner of his eyes...
"You're a doctor of some kind, aren't you?" said the young man.
"What?" mumbled the Doctor absent minded "Yes, of course, a doctor..."
"At least he told me you were a doctor" he went on, ignoring the Doctor's diffuse remark. He handed him a folded piece of parchment.

The Doctor stared at him for a moment, still lot in thoughts, before taking it and unfolding it carefully.
The amber coloured young man watched him with great caution as the Doctor deciphered the wobbly circles and smeared dots.

"So what does it say?" asked the man, curiosity glistening in his eyes.

The Doctor hadn't listened to his words. He was still trembling; it was the Master's handwriting.
And the message was... well...

[Ever wondered why your dear Koschei never came to your help? Well, you're seeing him now, at least. He was busy... in other words is busy right now delivering this message. And as I'm still feeling more than generous because of what I just did to you, or (to be more specific) your former self I thought I'd offer you my services in return.
And don't just scrunch up this note and walk away. I know what you're thinking!
Just remember: You've been travelling so long with pain in your heart. All alone. And before the break of day... well, he'll be gone soon.
Ever wondered what it'd be like to have your Koschei back? Well, it's your choice, really. My dear Theta]

And it dawned on the Doctor...

"What does it say?" repeated Koschei, a bit unnerved by now.
The Doctor lifted his gaze, staring at Koschei as if hypnotized.
For real. It was Koschei.
His Koschei... back in time.
Well, actually forwards in time. But he was near him. Again.

And at the back of his head he knew what was going to happen next. And the Master had planned it. He must have known what was going to happen.

The Doctor placed an arm around Koschei's shoulders.
"So... ever seen a TARDIS from the inside?"

Just one night.
And things would be what they used to be.
For one night.
I want you to be near.

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