"How do you feel, Master?" prompted the Doctor, seeing the other Time Lord's face turn from a mask of concentration to confusion.
The Master opened his eyes, staring at the Doctor. "They're gone," he murmured, trying not to sound so astonished. "The drums, they've left me." A thought crossed his mind then, the empty silence strange and bizarre. Would he go mad without the constant four-beat rhythm, haunting him since the age of eight? It made him feel empty, as if a part of him had been torn out and tossed carelessly aside.
The Doctor studied the Master's face carefully, walking around him slowly. He wondered how his fellow Time Lord would take to this new world, one that wasn't constantly filled with noise. Distracting and relentless, turning his mind to mush over the centuries.
The Master came up into a sitting position, leaning off the edge of the table he had been lying on. He rested his read in his hands, just listening, waiting. Waiting for the pounding drums to return, but none came. Only the slight sound of the Doctor's footsteps filled the silence with a strange echo.
The Doctor stopped his pacing, standing directly in front of the Master. He dug his right hand into his pocket, and pulled out a stethoscope. He brought it to each of the Master's hearts, first the left and then the right. Almost hesitantly, he raised the bell to the Time Lord's head and listened. He was almost surprised to find how much the pounding had subsided from when he last listened to it. He pulled the device away, stuffing it back in his pocket. "Well, it certainly seems to have done the trick," he remarked.
The Master chuckled half-heartedly. "Well obviously, Doctor." He placed his left hand on the surface of the table and swung himself off, landing with his bare feet on the cold floor. He looked around, then turned back to the Doctor with an irritated expression. "Where did you put my clothes?"
The Doctor raised his arm and scratched the back of his head with a sigh. "They were filthy, I put them through the wash." He met the Master's cold gaze. "You've been wearing them since the first day you got here!" he exclaimed defensively.
The Master let out another amused chuckle. "Oh well, all the better." He stepped forward and placed his hands on either side of the Doctor's face, pulling him into a kiss. It was odd now, to know how everything sounded without the constant beating of drums. But he fully intended to hear whatever he had missed, starting with the Doctor.
The Doctor was taken by surprise at the Master's sudden motivation, but he quickly returned the feeling, wrapping his arms around the Time Lord's waist and holding him tight. They stayed that way for a while, moving in and out of each other, occasionally gasping for air as fingers twined and searched. He could already feel the Master stiffening, and thought how humorous it was for the operation to require taking off one's clothes. It had turned out to be quite an advantage, and the Doctor could feel his own arousal beginning to stir.
Never breaking the kiss, the Master began to slowly unbutton the Doctor's blue shirt and slide it over his shoulders. He could hear it drop to the floor, which thrilled him more at being able to recognize the soft sound. He went back to his task at hand, reaching down to work off the Doctor's trousers from his skinny waist. He could feel fingers pulling lightly at his hair, and he finally managed to get the pants off the other Time Lord.
The Doctor was panting now in anticipation, wondering if the lack of drums would change the Master. It seemed to have already, just from his will and eagerness of wanting to take the Doctor. Now out of his clothes, he held the Master even tighter, wanting to feel the hard cock against his own.
But the Master took control now. Even though the drums were gone, he was still the Master. Maybe the insanity had faded to a low hum, but he would still always have his demanding personality, the desire for dominance. He wrapped his fingers around the long strands of the Doctor's hair and pulled his head back, grinning slyly. He placed his hands on the Time Lord's chest and pushed him onto the table, but not as hard as he normally would have. He climbed on top of the Doctor and they locked lips again, breath growing quicker as their tongues slid past and pushed against each other.
The way that the Master pressed up against the Doctor, it caused him to buck his hips involuntarily. The other Time Lord only chuckled, reaching down between their bodies to grasp the Doctor's cock. He could hear a groan as he stroked slowly, teasingly. The Doctor bucked again when he flicked his thumb over the tip, and the Master used the resulting pre-cum to slick up his length and fingers. He pushed one inside slowly, enjoying the Doctor's look of impatience and lust. He slid two more fingers in, fucking the Doctor with them as he pushed back on his hand. The Master removed his fingers then with a whimper from the Doctor, and pressed his cock up against his entrance.
The Doctor let out a long moan as the Master pushed into him smoothly, burying himself up to the hilt. He opened his brown eyes and they met the other Time Lord's. Suddenly, a warm sensation filled him as he felt their telepathic bond connect truly for the first time in almost a century. The Master was sending him intense feelings of lust and euphoria. He pressed back on the Master, wanting more and sending his own feelings rushing back through their bond.
The Master could sense the Doctor's anticipation, and he responded by moving in a steady rhythm as he thrust, first slow and shallow, then building to fast and deep. Every little breath, the beating of their hearts, the small noises, he could hear them all now clearly. This brought the Master closer as he realized all the things he had been missing throughout the centuries.
Then the Doctor let out a pleading grunt, and the Master gripped his cock once again, pumping in time with their intense rhythm. He pushed back on the Master as his cock found his prostate, and he recognized the distinguishable change in pace as his breath grew heavier, moans louder.
The Master thrust in hard one last time, crying out the Doctor's name as he came inside him. The Doctor followed closely behind, spilling out onto their stomachs and chests as they rode the afterglow. The Master slumped over the Doctor, panting heavily and unable to speak.
The Doctor laid his head back and closed his eyes, his chest rising and falling under the weight of the other Time Lord. Though the Master probably hadn't realized or intended it, the Doctor knew that things would be much better around here from now on. Ridding the other Time Lord of the relentless drums had proved to have paid off greatly, and he looked forward to their time together in the TARDIS. Together.
A/N: This was originally supposed to be the last chapter, but I may continue this story if I get enough good reviews. If you would like me to continue, some ideas would be helpful. Thanks!