Well, the human was dealt with for the next few hours. The Master left her in the library, just as he had promised. However, he didn't leave immediately, leaning with his back against the cold, wooden door, listening for something he couldn't hear. And if it truly existed then the drums drowned it out completely.
No, not completely. It still gnawed on him. That strange sensation that had led him towards the door behind which Lumin had waited. It was true, he had no idea how exactly he had known. After the revolting people had been dealt with the Master had… felt. And it had taken him forever to decipher what the heck that sensation was until he recognized it as distress. An all too unfamiliar sensation and definitely not his own.
Strange indeed. But there was nothing to be done about it, for now and there was no one he could get answers from. The whole thing only left him wondering if, maybe, this was some sort of punishment from a god he didn't even believe in. Wasn't it cruel to be bound to someone who couldn't even remember their past?
The Master knew he deserved this and everything a thousand times worse, after everything he had committed in his life. Death could be bargained with, literally. But what about fate? If there was such a thing, could he become powerful enough to trick or overthrow it? Kill it even?
Without making a sound, the Master pushed himself away from the door, leaving all those thoughts behind for now.
And promptly ran into someone else. The impact made him jump and he grabbed the shoulders in front of him, steadying their owner, while she let out a whine.
"Ooow." Vienna pouted. "Do you have to be so harsh all the time?"
"I didn't see you, ape," he snarled. "Stop running around like a lab rat for once."
"Standing still with you anywhere close by is a bad idea and you know it."
The Master let a grin show. "And there I thought I treated you well. I let you come on a hunt with me, after all, is that worth nothing?"
"For stealing my body, for fucks sake!" She stabbed a finger at him. "Well, I guess you don't need to do that anymore. That's a comfort. And where is Lucy? She's vanished." Vienna squinted at him. "Don't tell me you did something to the kid."
"No! Of course not!" It shot out of him faster than he could think. "She errr… is useful, for the time being. It would be stupid to harm her." Good, he had saved himself there. This should deserve a pat on his shoulder, if it weren't for the company.
"Could'ave fooled me for a second," Vienna snorted. "Was almost thinking you actually like someone for a change."
"Don't be ridiculous."
"Then what about the Doctor?" Damn, she played unfair! "That also just a scheme of yours? Wouldn't surprise me, really. Everyone who gets close to you gets hurt."
"Damn right," he snarled. "So stop being in my way, Salvatori or I swear, you will regret it."
The woman raised her hands with a mocking smile twinkling in her childish eyes. "Oh nooo, the big, bad Master put on his scary face. I'm gone, I'm gone. But le'me tell you, I won't just watch you hurt people. You get that?"
The Master stepped closer, towering over her with the, hopefully, cruelest smile he could muster. "Oh, you won't have a choice, little human."
And with that he left her, storming away and towards the monitoring room. Donna and the Doctor sat inside; she watched the monitors with a way too serious frown, while the Doctor had his feet propped up on the table, sipping some beverage out of a can, with a straw. If you could even call that sipping. He did things with his tongue that should not ever be shown to children.
"Oh, Master," he greeted. "Everything's quiet. No one dared to start a riot again. Can't say I'm happy with your methods, but… weeeell… it obviously worked."
"Killing the guys in front of everyone, that's what he did!" cried Donna. "How can you approve of that, Doctor?"
"I didn't kill them," grunted the Master. "It was just a taser. You saw them yourself get up again, don't whine."
"Yes, but they-" she gestured towards the monitors– "don't know that!"
"Donna, please," interrupted the Doctor. "Don't shout. I'll come up with something better. I don't like it either, but it's better than them starting to kill each other."
The Master smirked, pleased. "My reign of terror is successful!"
It earned him only annoyed looks from everyone, but what did they know? No imagination for the grand things in life.
"It's quiet now," said the other Time Lord, watching the Master with a look he couldn't quite identify. He even let go of the damn straw, letting it rest there, wet and sad. "We can use the time to finally get to those wounds of yours. Since we got so crudely interrupted before." He sniffed, obviously not happy with that memory.
Instinctively, the Master grabbed at the wound, feeling his hearts pulsate underneath his fingers. That would take a while to heal. "Yeah. I better get the bandages changed."
Not that he needed the Doctor's help for it, but he still felt relief when the other man stood up to follow him to the bedroom. It meant he still held some power over the idiot. And with every minute they shared alone and in comfortable silence the desire grew to make the Doctor see how much control he was under.
Together, they carefully stripped the bandages, tugging it away from damp skin and early healed flesh. The Master hissed a few times, his effort to not let any weakness show in vain.
The shot wound looked as nice as one would expect with a Time Lord's healing capacities. Dried blood decorated the edges, running down in ugly smears and ended in dried flakes somewhere near his groin.
"I need a shower," grumbled the Master. "You wait here. I'm not done with you yet."
The Doctor opened his mouth as if to protest, but then seemed to change his mind and closed it again, nodding slowly, once.
"Good." A sadistic smirk appeared on the Master's lips. He stretched a little to meet the Doctor's eyes and pointed his finger down. "Get back on your knees. And stay there."
Again it seemed as if the other Time Lord wanted to protest, for the fracture of a second. He hesitated, visibly weighing the options, running a calculation through his head about who had more power in this setting. The conclusion was clear, obvious in the way his eyes widened ever so slightly while he sank down, never breaking eye contact. Only the rustling of cloth broke the otherwise silence.
"Good," the Master purred again, smiling viciously.
He took in the sight a little longer, then left to have his long due shower that lasted way shorter than planned. He barely felt the hot water, only haphazardly scrubbing the blood from his body, watching with little interest how the red stream cleared after a while. He wondered if the Doctor would be able to taste the soap. Yes, taste. With his tongue around his dick. The thought alone made him half hard and he didn't interfere with the process.
The image hadn't left his mind ever since that stupid girl had made her stupid joke about it. This was the ultimate way to dominate the Doctor, to make him obedient, to humiliate him. And he knew the other one was too much of a coward to bite.
The hot water steamed the room, enough to make the mirror unusable, so the Master swiped away the vapour, glaring at his wet hair. Blond. Well, why not. He could work with that, maybe let it grow a little. The colour went well with the darker goatee. The regeneration energy had reached his facial hair too, but not as completely as his head. Before, his beard had been uniformly dark, now it sported a few specs of brighter hair, some at the bottom very close to being blonde. This would do. The asymmetry gave his face a more mature touch. A much needed addition to the rejuvenating hair colour. Somehow, overall, he did look a little younger now. Maybe a handful of years, not much, not extremely visible if you didn't look into that face every day.
Would the Doctor notice?
Nodding satisfied, the Master made a half hearted effort to dry himself in the too fluffy towel, carefully avoiding any touch to his groin. Oh no, no interference there. A cruel smirk met him in the mirror and his dick twitched with anticipation.
Good. Perfect.
The Master left the bathroom, still damp, the towel loosely draped over his shoulders and otherwise not wearing anything but his skin, now exposed to the cooler temperatures outside of the steam. It would rise, no doubt about that. A hint of heat already spread through him at the sight of the Doctor, on his knees like a good obedient dog. The sound of the door opening made him look up and his eyes took on a darker shade, wandering over the Master's body, lingering on the half mast before returning to his face.
"Oh no, you stay down there." A twitch had betrayed the intention to get up from the undoubtedly uncomfortable position. "You are exactly where I want you, my dear Doctor."
Tossing the damp towel aside, the Master stepped closer, stopping right in front of the other Time Lord. The height proved almost perfect, there on his knees, his face hovering close enough.
"M… Master?" The Doctor stammered.
"I will snap your neck if you dare to use your teeth in any way, understood?"
The Doctor's eyes wandered down, down the bare chest, following a lonely droplet of water that slowly made its way to where the Master's attention grew. Literally.
"Take me." His voice rumbled. "Be the little, obedient brat you used to be. Remember? Remember when you did whatever I told you?"
"Things are… different now." His thin voice did not betray the visible tent that grew in his trousers.
"Yeah, they are. But some things never change and you deserve punishment for playing with my toys. Now, Doctor. Take. Me."
This time, the Doctor obeyed. He scuttled forwards on his knees, letting his warm hands wander over the Master's thighs, curling around the hollow of his knees the same moment his breath ghosted over the Master's dick. He went slow, careful, his movements uncertain at first, then bolder. The Master barely stifled a groan when the warm tongue stroked along his foreskin, coaxing him to his full length with few movements.
Oh, this was good. Better than he had anticipated. The warm, wet heat of the Doctor's mouth engulfed him, swallowed him, slow, always moving, gradually sinking him deeper.
The Master let out a groan, fisting one hand in the other one's hair, guiding his head, making sure he wouldn't just retreat. Not that he would, the coward. No, the Doctor rather seemed to enjoy himself. He put effort in the way his tongue wrapped around the glans, swirling deliciously around the sensitive skin, then dipping right into the slit, making the Master gasp.
"You little slut. You did that before!" he rasped out and felt the grin spreading on the Doctor's face while he sucked him off.
And, oh! The bastard did use his teeth, ever so lightly scraping them along his shaft whenever he moved his head backwards. The Master, initially determined not to move, bucked his hips, unable to help himself. Those sensations tingled up his spine, rivuletting through his nervous system and landing right back in his groin, bringing him ever so closer to release.
He had no reason to hold back, no reason to slow down the building peak. A little longer, yes. To feel that tongue dancing around that vein running along almost his entire dick, to feel the heat of that wet mouth moving, sucking, scraping. Fuck! He almost came without a second thought, enraptured by the Doctor's ministrations. But not yet, not now, not before… he could, he should, buck his hips once more, his legs trembling slightly. So close. He could… yes, he could make his body do… he groaned, gripping the Doctor's hair tighter. He wanted him to gag, wanted to feel the surprise. He could allow his balls to produce sperms. Just this once, just to taint that stupidly skilled tongue that gave him so little time to think and he had to think fast because… ohhh, almost, almost. Control wore thin as the Doctor's tongue dipped into the slit of his glans again, playing with it, sucking and moving and fuck yes!
The Master bucked his hips forwards, buried himself deep inside the Doctor's throat and let loose, pulsating in the tight space, spilling hot white seed inside and down, down, down. The Doctor gagged, letting out a pathetic whimper around his throbbing dick, trying to retreat, surprised. Shocked? But the Master held his hair tightly, panting, dragging out every second, every sensation of those spurts leaving him. He had forgotten how great that actually felt and the whines from below made him twitch and pulse and shudder even longer and harder than in a long while.
When the last shocks finally subsided he pulled out, slow and making sure to drag himself along every inch of tongue that now rested, still after its previous action. The Master hoped he would leave a rest of cum on his way out, hoped the Doctor would remember his taste for a very long time.
The other Time Lord gasped for air, tears in his eyes and a mixture of rage and a truly re-arousing and very not-subtle hint of servility. The Master let go of the Doctor's sweaty hair, allowing him to properly get air again and wipe his mouth and eyes.
"You look like you could need a shower too, my dear," the Master purred.
"Ugh! That was… vile!" the Doctor protested meekly. His adam's-apple bobbed with every time he swallowed, once, twice. Maybe in the hopes to clear the taste. His hand came up to tug at his own jaw as if he had to readjust the damn thing.
"Good." The Master chuckled and dropped to his haunches, taking the Doctor's face in his hands, kissing those stupid, partially opened lips. And, indeed, he could taste himself there. With a satisfied grin he retreated only seconds later. "A hunter needs to mark his prey, don't you think?"
"Hunter!? What are you implying?" The indignance in that voice could have been almost cute if it weren't so pathetic.
"Because you always run away from me. I thought it was obvious. And I won't allow it any longer."
"Master…" The Doctor's hands came up to rest on the other one's chest, one above each heart. He swallowed, visibly searching for words, which was seldom. "You… do you… Can we just start from scratch? And uh… you forget about what an idiot I've been to mistrust you like that?"
The Master huffed and got up, holding a hand out to help the Doctor too. He then turned to the closet to put an end to his nakedness, at last." I told you that's not why I was angry at you."
"Yeah… yeah, right. But honestly, I'd do it again."
Closing the button on his pants the Master turned around, burning a murderous look into the other man's eyes. He took a swift step forwards and grabbed low, closing his fingers around the Doctor's crotch, not too hard, but not gentle either. The Doctor gasped, but didn't try to hide the erection he still sported. So the Master squeezed again, massaging him until he felt that boner grow to full size and then some. "Tell me you won't," he grunted into the taller man's ear. "You're not going to endanger my property again."
The Doctor answered with another gasp. He clung at the Master's shoulders, rocking into his kneading hand. "You wouldn't… ohhhh… you wouldn't. I know." Another squeeze and he whimpered, pressing himself more into the Master's fingers.
"You know nothing." He bit into that tender neck, softly, eliciting a mewl. "Otherwise you'd know I have a tendency to hurt the people around me. Didn't you hear?"
He probably had, but answering seemed to have left the Doctor's repertoire. He panted and groaned and his hips stuttered, losing all rhythm. And there the Master retreated his hand, holding himself far enough to let him rut against air, whimpering in protest, searching that last bit of friction he needed to tip over the edge. The Master wouldn't give it to him. He only glared into his eyes and then growled.
"Get out."
A strangled, questioning sound crept out of the Doctor's throat. His movements died down, although he couldn't quite halt them completely, too far gone, too close to release. "What do you…" he brought out, confused.
The Master shoved him away, a wicked mix of a grin and a snarl on his face as he pointed towards the door. "I said, get out!"
This time, the message was clear. A shaky breath left the Doctor, frustration and arousal radiating out of every pore. But he obeyed, turned around and, although walking funny, finally left the room.
The Master smirked, pleased with himself and the primitive, yet effective nature of his little punishment.