"Just like old times, eh?"
"Shut up and run you insufferable idiot!"
A blast erupted behind the Doctor's shoulder, nearly missing as he sprinted forward. At least seven Toclafane were chasing after the two fleeing Time Lords, crooning in their choppy robotic voices.
"We want to play, Master! Why won't you let us kill again?"
"Yes, we don't want to die! Why would Master destroy us?"
"Any more bright ideas, Master?" panted the Doctor, still dodging blasts from the Toclafane.
The Master glared at his former nemesis. "Just get to the bloody TARDIS! I will deal with them there."
They rounded one last corner, finally entering the room witch held the TARDIS. Upon entering, an alien light bathed both in a gruesome blood red, along with the rest of the control room.
The Doctor's expression immediately became solemn, as he petted the TARDIS to comfort her.
"Shh, it's okay, old girl. Everything is gonna be fine in a moment."
"Sorry to intrude, Doctor," interrupted the Master, "But I could use a bit of help, if you don't mind."
The other Time Lord lingered for a moment longer, and then twirled around to face the Master. Whipping out his sonic screwdriver, the Doctor worked as quickly as possible; helping the Master disassemble the paradox machine. When they were finally down to the last wire, the Doctor carefully disconnected it, and the room was once again covered in a welcoming warm light.
"There you are, girl. Good as new," grinned the Doctor. "Well—as new as you were before, anyways. Now! Let's get out of this place."
The Doctor punched in the coordinates and grasped a lever in one hand. "Allons-y!"
"What the hell was that?"
"What do you mean?"
"Are we speaking French now? Really?"
"You got a problem with that?" squeaked the Doctor defensively.
"You are absolutely insane," sighed the Master. "I don't even know why I agreed to come with you. I had estates! Master of the Earth. And now I've destroyed it. And for what?"
"Well—," stated the Doctor, striding over. "You were just a little bit sane when we decided to run away together. That sound about right? And I think you really wanted me to try and fix that noisy head of yours." He knocked on the Master's head four times for effect, receiving a glare in return.
The Master whipped around suddenly, grabbing the Doctor by the shoulders and pushing him up against the console.
"No, Doctor; you forget. I think you're most persuasive argument was the one where you weren't talking. Why was that again?" The Master pretended to think. "Oh yes; I remember. It's because my cock was halfway down your throat." He flashed an evil grin.
The Doctor smirked coolly, wrapping his arms around the Master's neck and leaning in close.
"No; I think you'll find that my best argument was the one where my tongue was halfway down your throat."
The Master growled deep in his throat, grasping the Doctor's tawny hair and slamming their lips together. He forced his tongue past the Doctor's lips, to which the other Time Lord responded immediately. In a grueling battle for dominance, each tried to overpower the other with failing results. Finally the Master forced the Doctor's legs apart with his thigh and stepped between them, already feeling how hard he was.
"You like this, don't you, Doctor?" growled the Master. "You never could resist me."
"If I recall correctly," panted the Doctor, "It was you who always came looking to me for a quick shag."
"Yes, but you simply melted just from my scent," responded the Master. "It's a wonder you never passed out. Quite a shame, actually. I could've done some lovely things to your unconscious body." He grinned evilly.
"I'm a lot stronger than you think, Master."
The Doctor wrapped his legs around the Master's waist, pulling their bodies close. The sudden contact made the Master let out a rough groan, and he ground his hips against the Doctor. Their lips met once again in a rough kiss, each still fighting for the upper hand.
After a minute of getting nowhere, the Doctor tried out a different approach. He unhooked his fingers from behind the Master's neck and ran his hands down the other's rapidly expanding chest. The Master took no notice, too absorbed at the task at hand, until he felt his fly being undone. He had almost no time to react before the Doctor thrust his hand into the Master's pants, wrapping his long fingers around the hardness there. The Master threw his head back, groaning as the Doctor stroked him teasingly.
"I know you like this, Master," murmured the Doctor, his voice deep and husky. "You won't admit it, but you know that I'm the only one who can make you like this."
To this the Master paid no mind, only bared his teeth in a sly smile, and pulled the Doctor up by his lapels. He chuckled, then pulled the other Time Lord close into an unusually gentle kiss. He looked back up and opened his mouth to say something.
Just then there was a loud crash, interrupting the Master's response. Smoke began pouring out of the TARDIS walls and emergency lights flashed red. The Doctor was out of the Master's grasp in a moment, rushing around the console and trying to diagnose his precious ship. Exasperated, he ran a hand through his now messy hair, a look of worry covering his features.
"She's hurt," whined the Doctor. "But I can't figure out how it happened. It seems we've hit an asteroid." After a moment he added in mumbled tone, "But how could this happen to you, girl?"
The Master, still upset from the Doctor's sudden dashing off, rolled his eyes and glared.
"Did you remember to put up the shields, then?"
The Doctor paused, staring at the Master. "Of course I remembered to…" he trailed off, circling the room to glance at the monitor. "…shields."
The Master raised an eyebrow. "Problem?"
"Bollocks!"
Sighing, the Master rubbed his face in exasperation. "This is always a problem with you, isn't it?"
"Well if you hadn't been distracting me," the Doctor began.
"Don't you dare throw this shit on me. It's your bloody ship, for Rassilon's sake. Give her some respect!" he spat. "Or, if you'd rather I show her some love… Well. I'm just the man for the job." The Master grinned evilly.
"Just—shut up a minute, will you?"
The Master shut his mouth, as he was told. But he then decided to surprise the Doctor by going up behind him, and then slipping his hands under the other's clothing. This brought forth a satisfying yelp from the concentrated Time Lord, making the Master snigger.
"Bugger off," shot the Doctor. "I'm trying to—oh."
Seeing a look of frozen terror on the Doctor's face, the Master followed his gaze to the TARDIS's monitor. What he saw there made him equally terrified.
For the TARDIS hadn't run into just any old asteroid. It had bumped an ancient Time Lord prison ship, which could only be unlocked if it came into contact with Artron energy. And now it was opening…
Both Time Lords' eyes widened in disbelief as a single word echoed through the ship.
"Exterminate!"
Hey guys; sorry for the short chapter, but it seemed a good place to stop XD
Anyway, I'm hoping to make this story more exciting with a little plot involved. Oh yes, and smut. I shall attempt to add it into the next chapter ;)
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