"Did you sleep alright?" asked the Doctor, looking at the Master sitting up on his bed. He had just come in to check on the Time Lord, wanting to make sure that he hadn't gotten himself killed in protest of staying in the TARDIS.
The Master's eyes rose to meet the Doctor's. He gave a slight smile, and the Doctor stepped forward to embrace the other Time Lord. He could feel the Master tense, but then he relaxed to return the gesture. The Doctor held him for a moment, then leaned down to press his lips to the Master's forehead.
The Master sighed. He straightened his back so that he was level with the Doctor, and raised his head so that their mouths met. He moaned as the Doctor's tongue pushed into his mouth, deepening the kiss.
The Doctor was quite enjoying the taste of the Master when he was pushed away. They were still locked in each other's arms, but the Master was looking at him, chest heaving, through dark eyes. Though both of them wanted more, the Master wasn't about to give in so easily.
The Master knew that if he allowed the other Time Lord any more of him, it would signify the Doctor's victory. Oh yes, he was still playing at that game; he hadn't forgotten. He looked into the Doctor's disappointed gaze and smirked.
The Doctor could sense it; the insanity lurking within the Master's mind. He knew he needed to get rid of the drums as soon as possible, but it would take some prompting to get the Master to agree.
He gave a small grumble before releasing his grip on the Master and stepping away, where the Time Lord swung his feet off the bed and jumped to the floor. Still grinning, he strode past the Doctor, skimming his hand lightly across the grim face, and disappeared out the door.
It was a few hours before the Doctor saw the Master again. He was sitting in the pilot's chair, studying the monitor in front of his face. His head turned to look behind him when he heard the door open, seeing the Master walk in with his hands in his pockets. Paying this no mind, he turned back to the monitor and hit a few buttons.
The Master didn't exactly take kindly to being ignored. He continued walking toward the center console, and started pulling levers and turning nobs.
The Doctor looked up, annoyance crossing his face. "I'd really appreciate it if you didn't do that, Master," he said. When still the Master didn't stop, the Doctor let out an annoyed sigh and went over to the Time Lord. "Quit it."
The Master stilled his hands and smirked, looking over his shoulder at the Doctor. "Oh I'm sorry, did I hurt your precious TARDIS?" he mocked. Then, without looking away from the Doctor, he slammed his fist down on one last button, causing the TARDIS to shake and moan.
The Doctor's eyes widened and he pushed the Master away from the controls. He heard a chuckle come from behind as he worked furiously to calm the TARDIS, inserting a series of codes into the computer. Finally, the floor stopped shaking, and the Doctor turned his angry eyes on the Master. "Alright!" he growled. "You have my full attention. But you didn't have to go mess up the TARDIS in the process." His hand passed idly over the console. "Now what do you want?"
The Master gave an innocent look. "I was just wanted you to know that you shouldn't let people mess with buttons, it could damage something." His eyes strayed downward, where smoke was pouring out of the metal grating in the TARDIS floor. He couldn't help but smirk at the Doctor's furious reaction as he left the room once again.
The next time the Master walked in was just as the Doctor had finished repairing the TARDIS's circuit board. He was in the process of lifting himself out of the floor when the Master came over and crouched over the opening.
"You should really be more careful," advised the Master, his eyes following the Doctor as he sat on the grated floor beside him. The Doctor only sighed, tired eyes gazing at him.
"What do y–"began the Doctor, only to be cut off as the Master thrust forward and pinned the Doctor to the ground. He snickered, pressing his lips to the Doctor's as he lay on top of him. This way, the Master was winning. He was the one in control.
The Doctor didn't know what was going through the Master's mind, but he just accepted it. He allowed the intruding tongue into his mouth, and then pushed back with his own. Then the Master pulled away, gasping for air, as he loosened to Doctor's tie and popped open the buttons on his pinstriped suit.
In response, the Doctor slid his hands over the Master's back and under his shirt, pulling it off over his head. He was breathing heavily now, and the Master reached between them to yank off the Doctor's pants. He did the same, throwing the garments across the room as his lips locked with the Master's again.
The Master flipped him over, forcing the Doctor to kneel on all fours as he spread him apart. He sneered as the Time Lord cried out form the sudden penetration, using nothing but spit and sweat as lubricant between them.
The Master was already pounding into him with his ruthless rhythm of four, and the Doctor grit his teeth as pain shot through his body. He was grunting with every thrust, the metal grating on the TARDIS floor burrowing deep into his hands and knees, only adding to the pain. But he was gradually growing used to the friction, and it turned to pleasure as the Master's cock hit his prostate, alternating every third thrust or so.
For the Master, this was the only way to drown out the pounding drums; by pounding them into someone else. His pace increased as he grew closer, and he stroked the Doctor's cock in time with the rhythm. The two Time Lords came almost simultaneously, crying out as they released. The Master slumped over the Doctor, chest heaving.
The Doctor fell too, the metal grating now digging into the rest of his body. But he only lay there panting, shuddering through the aftershocks of his orgasm. Then he felt the Master pull out, and heard him walk back to the door, disappearing through it once again. The Doctor got up himself, put his clothes back on, and plopped down on the pilot's chair. He would have to do something about those drums…