Armitage wasn't sure what he'd been expecting after he'd helped her bring back The Master. She'd spent weeks promising him that she 'wouldn't let him hurt anyone'. Not that Armitage really cared either way. Although, he had forgotten what a complete nightmare they were when they were together.

They had become immediately blind to all imminent danger, they should have been spending their precious time coming up with a plan to prevent the multiple factions of the Earth's Governments from tracking them and killing them, but instead, they'd spent the last three days fucking each other's brains out. John had travelled over to the nearest town two days before to buy more supplies and to get them all some more suitable clothes for the heat. Since then, both he and Armitage had entered into a strange kind of silent, irritable companionship as they both went about their business trying to avoid accidentally walking in on the two Time Lords. They mostly stayed outside. Outside was safer.

"Surely, they're hungry?" John murmured from beside him, the man was lounging back in his chair, his eyes closed.

Every now and again John would talk to him. Mainly to complain about how his new houseguests had stolen the master bedroom (pun not intended), and that he was never going be able to sleep in that bed again. Armitage hummed in agreement most of the time. "I've seen him not eat for days." He offered, unhelpfully.

"What about her?"

Armitage hummed. "She'll be starving."

John let out a woeful sigh. Even sat away from the house, every now and then there would be a noise. One of those noises that really couldn't be attributed to anything else. "Always the quiet ones." John grumbled.

"I wouldn't call that quiet." Armitage ran a hand through his hair. They were so exposed here. He was constantly on edge.

Yesterday, he'd convinced John to help him set up perimeter traps, in the hope of alerting them if anyone got too close. They'd be notified if anything approached them from the valley behind. But he was still uneasy. He didn't trust John. He didn't like how out in the open they were. They were relying too much on the humans being scared of her power. Which, was a fair assumption. But, soon enough they'd get brave and come after them. They needed a plan.

"So he was dead, and now he's not?" John was talkative today.

Joy.

Armitage hummed in response.

John huffed, stretching out. "Well, he's got good stamina for a dead man."

Armitage pulled a face, a long sigh falling from him.


The woven ridges of the rug dug into her knees, she tugged, testing the two separate sets of bindings he'd fashioned around her wrists and forearms. The muscles of her shoulders protested with an ache at the position they'd been forced into. Her hands useless behind her back, on her knees at the foot of the bed.

She should have known he wasn't going to simply let her do this.

It had only almost taken three days to properly convince him.

That first night, after he'd dragged her from the sea, they'd fumbled their way into a bedroom, the closest bedroom and he'd pounced on her.

Starving hands pressed against warm skin, slightly sticky with the heat of the evening. He pressed her into the bed. Reacquainted himself with her body. Worshipped every single inch. He didn't take her until she was a writhing, begging mess.

The Master was hungry but he didn't rush.

Her husband was a cruel genius. He punished her for her smart mouth, for stealing his screwdriver, for not being there when he woke up, he withheld her release for hours, finding new ways to send desperate heated desire zinging through her core, always slowing, always stopping just short of oblivion.

His mouth captured her breath as he commanded her tongue, rocking his hips insistently against hers, barely retreating. Her legs were shaking, whimpered pleading falling from her mouth. Her cheeks were wet with tears, she thought he might give in when they'd fallen from her eyes but he'd only chuckled and kissed the water from her cheeks.

"Poor thing…" He'd muttered against her mouth, eyes sparkling with smug satisfaction as she mewled.

"Please Koschei… Master…" She groaned, arching her back up against his chest. "I need… I can't…" She let out a carnal shout of frustration, feverish pleading as steady amusement trickled through from him.

"I adore the way you beg, my Queen…" His voice vibrated against her neck as he trailed quick but deliberate nips from her pulse point up to her ear. Every inch of her skin was prickling, hot, glittering with a sheen of sweat. She felt him chuckle, the vibration rumbling through his chest, pressed against hers. She was going to die like this. She could feel his insistent patience. His endless pleasure at watching her writhe underneath him. "So polite…" She didn't need to be able to see him to know he was smirking at her misery. "You can't say it, can you… can't tell me what you want."

Irritation fluttered through the space between their minds. She arched back her neck, the movement letting a groan escape from her throat. "You know what I want…" Desire cracked her voice.

One of his hands came to rest over her throat, the rush of pleasure that ran through the both of them at the light pressure, she wasn't sure who it had originated from. "Oh, of course. I know exactly what you want." His hot breath hit against her ear. "But I want to hear you say it. Ask for it."

Hally whined, keening underneath him. "Please."

His voice echoed through her mind this time. "Please, what?"

"Koschei…" She replied.

"Tell me what you want." His voice was firm with an immovable hard edge, he hadn't stopped gently rocking inside her, not nearly enough friction to get her off but enough to keep driving her insane. She tilted her head back down to meet his gaze, eyes wide with need. The dark brown pools that captured her didn't move from her face. She shivered, a strangled moan fighting to come out. Hally opened her mouth, but the words refused to come.

His eyes twinkled. "You know how it goes, 'Master'…"

The hum that came from her was tinted with irritation, her jaw tensing around the word. "Master…"

"Please..."

"Please."

"Let…"

She whined. "Let…"

"Me."

"…Koschei…" She begged.

The grip on her neck tightened, the coil in her abdomen tightened deliciously. His voice was low, it rolled across her skin. "Oh, darling, you can't win. You already know you will give me what I want. You want it too. Now, beg." Her body was not her own to control anymore, she resented it as it shuddered under his command, his voice sending hot tendrils between her legs. She hated him so fucking much. A soft chuckle hummed from him as he ghosted over her impudent rage. But her submission was not submission if she didn't give anything up, they both knew that. Just like he knew, she'd eventually cave.

"Master… please…" She forced the words out her mouth, despising the weak breathless whine.

He waited patiently for her to continue, his thrusts never easing, perfectly even. He was such a fucking prick.

His face split into a knowing smile.

"Please… fuck… Master… just fuckingletmecome!" She cried out. "I fucking- argh… I fucking hate you!" He groaned against her neck and snapped his hips forward, shifting into an unforgiving pace, the rest of her rant dissolved into breathless moans and gasps so loud that she'd surely blush about it afterwards. Her legs shook as he finally, finally shoved her into ecstasy. Her hands dug into his back as his free hand grabbed her thigh, fingers digging in, hitching her leg higher around his waist, hitting deeper. Her shriek was captured and muffled by his mouth on hers. She could feel him everywhere, slipping in between her pleasure, riding the waves of her frenzy but not following her.

"Oh, fuck… no…" The tiny fraction of her brain that was conscious reeled at the realisation that he wasn't done with her.

She was going to die.

The rumble of amusement from him confirmed her fear. He didn't stop the roll of his hips, not easing even as her whole body shook with her orgasm. Each time the intensity would dip, each time her mind started to clear or her legs started to feel like her limbs again, he'd shift himself, or hike up one of her thighs and send her straight back into the never-ending, torturous bliss.

A deep moan shuddered from above her and his movements quickened, losing his perfectly paced control. His mind staggered wide open, forcing the pleasure of his release with hers. The Master wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer, tighter in to him. He pressed his head against her neck, his hips trembling. She wrapped herself around him in return, arms, legs. Completely entwined. Their minds cascaded around one another. Endless.

He caught his breath, releasing the tight grip he'd folded her into but he didn't retreat from her. Instead, he settled over her, braced on his elbows and proceeded to place feather-light touches across her face. His mouth curved with a small, smug smile. "That wasn't so difficult, was it?"

Her brain wasn't still really with her, but she felt her thought float over to him. "I hate you."

The deep chuckle was laced with mischief. His hands busied themselves, softly skimming over her skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His fingers tickled across her breasts. She whimpered as her nipples tightened. He took it as an invitation to lower his mouth, taking one between his lips, he kissed, the lightest of pressure from his tongue. She groaned softly. His mouth lazily trailed over her chest, kissing, nibbling, sucking, he was definitely leaving marks. He still hadn't moved his hips. Still inside her, but he'd just… surely he couldn't?

He moved his attentions to her neck, suckling at her pulse point. "You just lie there and keep me warm." His command drifted into her mind, continuing his soft but definitive ministrations. Hands ghosted over her body, mouth settling in each time he found a patch of skin that made her keen when caressed. As he warmed her back up, heat beginning to twist sweet tendrils down between her legs, he ran his right hand down her left arm, stroking his fingers up the inside of her wrist before wrapping it in a firm grip. He lifted her arm until it lay above her head, then he repeated the motion with her right arm, crossing her wrists. He gave no command, she realised moments later why, when something, something soft, fabric, a scarf or a tie, fastened her wrists together. She tested the restraint, he'd looped the fabric through one of the poles of the bedframe, ensuring she could not 'interfere'.

He purred with appreciation, eyes gliding from her captured hands, along her arms back to her face. She could feel the warm flush spread over her cheeks, across her chest. Dark promise flashed in his eyes as he brushed a stray hair from her face. His mouth curved, she could feel the pleasant thrum of his at the feeling of her clenching around him. He lowered his mouth, lips pressing over hers, tongue dipping playfully. She moaned into his mouth. "I left you…" He muttered against her lips. "I intend to make it up to you." There was dark longing in his eyes, a promise glimmering behind the fire. A thready wave of possessive need shot through him, catching her breath with it. She shivered with anticipation, his intent flirting on the edges of her mind. Her body flushed with need. Already. How did he always do that to her? "I intend to thank you…" He shifted up off his elbows, straightening his back to be perpendicular with hers. He shifted his hips, still never leaving her, instead kneeling between her legs. He caught her right ankle in his hand and brought it up to place a warm kiss on the inside. "…profusely." He lowered her foot to rest on his shoulder, moving his hand down to press his thumb just above where their bodies were still joined. Her hips shuddered as the overstimulated nerves jolted back to life. She couldn't move, couldn't escape his touch. Her head strained back and a moan forced its way up her throat.

"Good girl." His praise sent heat straight to the bundle of nerves that he was massaging. "That's it…" He cooed, rocking back. She whined at the intensity of the sensation, her body shaking. Somehow the coil was building again, with each movement of his hips, dragging her back to a state of starving desire. The Master exhaled with a pleased hum, his eyes never leaving her face. "Take it for me…" He turned his head to kiss her ankle. "Such, a good girl." He took his time easing them both back to a state of frenzy, but it was only a few moments before his hips were driving into hers. All she could do was take it. Her toes curled, a desperate gasp dragged out of her. "My beautiful, clever, wife…" He groaned. "Took on the Daleks, UNIT, Torchwood, even The Doctor to bring me back." His hand gripped her ankle, as his skin hit against hers.

She groaned. "Please. Don't…" It was difficult to speak without any breath. "BringupmyDadrightnow…. Urgh!" Her back arched as he angled his hips. He chuckled, repeating the motion with a firmer press of his thumb. "Shit!" Her free leg, the leg not being held to his shoulder, jolted, she tried to fold it inwards, cut off the access to his hand. He slapped her inner thigh, grabbed the offending leg by the ankle and placed it on his other shoulder, swiftly replacing his hand back to torture between her legs. "Ohhhhh…" The new angle had her shivering with pleasure. His own reciprocated appreciation fell through him.

He hummed with amusement. "Been a while?"

She grumbled, tugging at her hands. Damn him.

"Yeah…" She managed to huff out breathlessly. "Dumb husband got himself killed…"

"Sort of ruins the sex life."

He chuckled lowly, snapping his hips into hers a little harder than necessary. She groaned, arching, head falling back. "Oh, really?" He barely sounded out of breath. Smug arsehole.

He drove into her again and before she realised it, he'd pushed her over the edge. She let out a broken cry, arms straining against their restraints. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, leaving her no escape option as he continued to move, sinking his teeth into the inside of her calf as her muscles spasmed around him. "Fuck…" He groaned, kissing over the smarted skin. "Such a good girl…" He murmured.

Her mind wandered at the sound of his voice, still lost in her haze of pleasure. She wondered what he would sound like, saying that phrase with her mouth wrapped around his…

"Oh-ho!" He stilled, bringing her attention back to him with a pinch to the outside of her thigh. "Hmm, is that what you want?" His dark eyes bored into hers, his mouth curving with an intrigued smirk. Her brain caught up and she blushed scarlet. He cocked an impatient eyebrow.

She groaned, her tongue sneaking to wet her lower lip. The black of his pupil engulfed the deep brown. "I… uhh…" She wriggled under his intense stare. He projected her own thought back to her. On her knees, his hand wound in her hair, looking up at him. She whimpered, her body answering for her.

"Mmmmm…" He groaned, knocking her legs off his shoulders so he could lean down over her, nose to nose. "Now, where does that come from, hmm?" A sly smirk played with the edge of his mouth. "Because I've seen that thought before, haven't I?" A bright blush heated her cheeks.

"I just… want to make you feel good…" She swallowed, her voice barely a whisper.

His eyes narrowed in warning. "Liar. Try again."

She squirmed, suddenly too warm. This wasn't fair, he already knew, he was already in her head.

He hummed. "Tell me the truth…"

"I want to…" A sharp exhale escaped her. "…make you lose control, for once…" Her throat constricted. "I want to drive you crazy…"

He chuckled, pouting. "Oh, sweetheart, you already drive me crazy." He hummed lowly, considering her for a few moments. She could see the thoughts passing behind his eyes. He cocked his head to one side. "You have to ask."

Her mouth dropped open, heat furiously peppering her face and neck. "I'm not asking for that."

Amusement rumbled in his throat. "You know the rules." He lowered his head, his tongue stealing her breath. "If you don't ask you don't get."

Alright, she had lied before.

It hadn't taken three days to properly convince him.

It had taken three days for her to ask.

And The Master had not minded filling the time in between with his profuse thanks.

"You could just ask?"

"I'm… not… I can't say that."

"Why not? It's just us?" His eyebrows arched on his forehead, amusement twinkling in his eyes. She was lying on top of him, her head had been resting on his chest, taking a needed nap. One of far too few.

She whined, she didn't have an answer.

He smirked knowingly, rubbing his hands down her back to palm over her soft curves. "It's only me to hear your sordid desires, sweetheart." Delight creased his eyes.

She pouted, her voice coming out with a whine. "But you already know what I want."

"I do, but I want to hear you say it." He pressed his mouth together. "'Master, I want to suck your c-'" She cut him off with a groan, covering his mouth with her hand. His eyes lit up with hilarity. He grabbed her wrist and forced her hand from his mouth, trapping it between them. "Are you going to say it freely, or do I have to fuck it out of you?"

"You know, for a high-born Time Lord, you've got a filthy mouth…" She quipped. He vibrated with impatience and rolled her onto her back, pressing her wrists into the bed. She wriggled.

Uuurgh.

"Ok, ok, ok… wait…" She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. She couldn't take another round of him turning her brain to mush.

He cocked an eyebrow, waiting.

She cleared her throat and opened her eyes. "Master… I want… ummm."

"'…to suck.'"

She groaned. "I hate you."

He nudged her legs apart with his knees.

"Alright!" She bit her lip. "Masteriwanttosuckyourcock." She mumbled.

He leaned in closer, breath warm against her ear and neck. "I didn't quite catch that."

Irritation sparked towards him. "Master, I… want. To. Suck. Your. Cock." She whined, closing her eyes.

He chuckled. "'Please'."

She cocked her own eyebrow back this time, sending him a sharp glare. "Oh, there's no need to beg."

His laugh was a low rumble in his chest, his fingers squeezed into her wrists and he nudged at her entrance. "Oh, you're in so much trouble."

Darkness fell over her eyes as The Master tied the makeshift blindfold at the back of her head.

Of course, he wasn't going to let her have the control. She couldn't touch him and she couldn't see him.

Well, she supposed she hadn't asked.

She was going to need to learn to be more specific.

The Master chuckled from above her, his hand wound into her hair. She could feel his pleasure. He was enjoying this. Looking at her. On her knees. Her own desire surprised her as it mingled with his. This… why did this turn her on as much as it was…? She heard him shift, only when he spoke did she realise he was crouching in front of her. "Does this excite you, sweetheart?"

Before she could stop herself, her tongue had wet her bottom lip. "Yes…"

The Master didn't repress his moan at her response, his fingers ghosted between her legs, and he rumbled with an appreciative chuckle. "Quite." He shifted again, Hally assumed he was straightening back up. She tilted her head to face where she thought his face would be.

"Open your mouth…"

Excitement pooled in her belly and with no argument, she did as she was told.

She felt him press to her lips, letting out her own sigh of satisfaction. She pursed her lips into a soft kiss before wrapping her lips around him, using all she had available to explore him. Her mouth and her tongue.

The Master's hand wrapped tighter in her hair, anchoring her head. He was holding the control. A spark of rebellious intent wriggled into her mind and she shifted, taking him fully into her mouth as she hummed a moan around him.

He let out a spluttered groan and she felt him involuntarily shudder. Her mouth pulled into a victorious smile as she pulled back. "Are you having a hard time, Master?"

He growled, manoeuvring her head, thrusting forward until he hit the back of her throat. "You're so lucky that I love you." He grumbled, letting her gag around him before relenting and letting her pull her head back to breathe.

"Fuck…" The words tumbled from her mouth, her brain too drunk on need to care. "Do that again…"

The Master swallowed a grunt. "You're going to be the death of me, woman." He obliged.

She moaned around him, which in turn made him vibrate. He pulled her head back just when her lungs started to protest and she took in a deep breath. He was watching her, she could feel his attention on her. A mixture of awe and desire, he was so tightly wound, his control had slipped, she could feel his need, animal and insatiable.

His Queen.

On her knees.

For him.

Yours.

"Fucking hell…" He groaned at her thoughts, the noise getting caught behind a whimper. The sound coming from him shot pleasure through her, pooling between her legs. "Devious… little… minx…" He thrust his hips forward into her mouth with each word, she hummed in encouragement.

Oh, all his pretence, she had him. Had him completely wrapped around her. His control was hanging by a precarious thread. She moaned. With her mouth occupied, it was a good thing she could project. "Master, please come in my mouth."

His release slammed into him immediately and without warning, he let out an almost pained shout, hips stuttering as warmth hit the back of her throat. Pleasure blanketed her and she moaned, both of them swimming in the glow of his high. She chuckled softly as he withdrew from her mouth, swallowing, a begrudged whimper falling from him in an exhale. He must have crouched down because suddenly his hand was between her legs, unforgiving and insistent. His other hand, still in her hair, forced her mouth to his. A moment later she was twitching and writhing in his grip, her moans and whimpers consumed by his mouth. When he finally let her come down, he untangled his hand from her hair, light hitting her eyes as the blindfold fell away.

She blinked and looked at him. Perfectly ruffled and staring at her with a mixture of light annoyance and undeniable satisfaction. She couldn't help the grin that spread across her face. He hummed and leaned forward, reaching around to undo the restraints holding her hands together. Her shoulders ached after moving from the position they'd been stuck in. He'd lowered himself to his knees, nudged one of his knees in between hers and sat back on his heels, mirroring her. He rubbed his hands over her arms, easing the slight ache. She pressed forward, catching his mouth with hers, he caught her face, brushing his hands through her hair, a sharp contrast to the punishing hold he'd had moments before.

"Mmm…" She pulled back slightly, looking down at her hand. She'd almost forgotten. She pulled his ring from her thumb, holding it up for him. He raised his left hand and let her push the ring back into place. With his left hand, he then caught hers, bringing it up to kiss the ring on her finger.

Where they should be.

At least.

He let out a slow exhale and his forehead came forward to press against hers. Her hand still in his.

She looked back up to his eyes, burning with intense adoration.

"Koschei… I…" She licked her lower lip. He watched her, waiting. A small smile curved her mouth. "I'm really hungry…"

His eyes twinkled and his face split into a grin, a laugh rumbled in his chest. He pulled back and rose to his feet, pulling her with him. "Shower first." He took her hand, pulling her towards the bathroom. He joined her in the shower, his hands brushing over her skin, running shampoo through her hair. His body looked after her even as she felt his mind whirring, ruminating, ideas shifting through his consciousness.

They could take control of the planet's weapons, hold Earth to ransom.

No.

What about infiltrating the Government and…

No.

Does Martha Jones still have Project Indigo?

No.

Then we steal the Vortex Manipulator. Jack can't fight us if he's dead.

No.

"Well, what do you suggest? Oh, honourable one?"

She pouted up at him. "I don't know yet." She shifted and turned off the shower. He wrapped her up in a towel. "I haven't exactly had much time to think." She shot him a pointed look, which he took with a wide grin. He grabbed a towel for himself, ruffling it through his hair. She padded back into the bedroom, holding the towel around her. "Umm… do we have any clothes…?"

He shrugged and towel still in hand, headed out of the bedroom door. "Armitage?" He called. Hally groaned, unable to help the hum of a chuckle. The Master must have found Armitage because a moment later she heard him say. "We need clothes." To which the familiar low, dry tone of Armitage responded. "Yes. I can see that, Sir."

It turned out, that John had indeed procured them some clothes, which Hally was very thankful for because she wouldn't put it past The Master to simply exist naked. She pulled the lightweight dress over her head, running a hand through her hair to remove most of the water from it then she emerged out onto the sand. The other three were already outside, sat in the chairs that were dotted around a firepit. Armitage and John were sitting opposite The Master, whose back was to the sea. She stifled a laugh, the three of them, relaxing against the backs of their chairs, looked like they were on a holiday. Not a single item of black clothing in sight. As she got closer she noticed The Master was eating something from a bowl. Her eyes widened. "Is that food?"

He huffed and offered her the bowl begrudgingly. She took a forkful of whatever it was, sinking into her own chair. "Oh my God, I'm so hungry."

John and Armitage shared a look but neither of them spoke.

She ate, slowly becoming aware of the tense silence between them. She looked up, frowning she took them in. The Master had crossed his arms, Armitage was staring at him, irritation sizzling under the surface of his icy blue glare. Her gaze moved back to The Master, who she assumed to be the culprit. "What did you say?" He shot her a scowl. "Nothing."

She turned to assess them both, her eyebrow quirking upwards. "Why are you both sulking?"

"I'm not sulking." Koschei mumbled back.

Armitage hummed. "I have expressed our need to move to a more secure location."

The Master pouted. "And I have already told you that it doesn't matter where we are. The humans will know where to find us. The key isn't to hide. The key is to be too powerful to make a move against."

Armitage sighed. "Yes, except we can't do that from the back end of nowhere." He'd crossed his arms over his chest now too, matching The Master's stance. "It is not a matter of if they will come, it is a matter of when. Captain Jack Harkness is not going to sit back and relax while the two of you exist on this planet."

Oh… that was why Koschei was sulking.

"I'm not sulking." He scowled at her. She rolled her eyes, turning to Armitage. "Jack might be angry, but there's not really much he can do."

The Master shifted in his seat.

Armitage sighed softly. "He knows both of your weaknesses better than anyone else currently on this planet."

Hally pulled a face. "No, I think you win that prize." He huffed at her interjection. "Sorry… do continue."

"He's unkillable." Armitage looked between them both, eyes flashing with stern warning. "And right now, he has a grudge and I think we'd be stupid to underestimate him."

John frowned, clicking his tongue against his teeth. "I don't get it, so what? Jack doesn't like your choice in men, I mean sure he's the fiercely protective type and sure maybe he wanted to get in your pants but chasing you halfway across the world seems a bit much." He mused.

Armitage hummed. "It was a little bit more like, he fell in love, she stabbed him in the back." Armitage's face pulled into a sarcastic smile that didn't meet his eyes.

John hummed with understanding, nodding.

The Master was watching her, eyes dark and moody.

Hally huffed, running a hand through her hair. "Look, it's not my problem or my fault if he 'liked' me. I told him I would do anything to bring him back. He's the moron for not listening." She crossed her own arms over her chest. "I am not taking responsibility for that man's feelings." She scoffed, turning to glare first at Armitage and then at The Master. "Plus, I think we can say with certainty that he is 'over me', or did you miss the part where he held a gun to my head?" Armitage opened his mouth but she shut him up. "For now we are 'safe' here. When they come, we will deal with them, but otherwise, I am tired and I am hungry and I don't want to talk about this anymore. Yes, we need a plan, No, we're probably not going to be here for very long, but I for one am appreciating the holiday."

Armitage exhaled, long and heavy.

"Fine."