Owl from the Master to the Ninth Doctor

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Doctor,

I'm sure you've noticed that your gung-ho boy Jack is on the premises. You might want to let him know he just doesn't have the talent to be a sexual predator; I'd never be able to let him down easy.

Do I really need to sign?



((ETA: NSFW!))

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That was much more like it, and the Master rewarded him with a deep, lingering kiss.

"It's part of us. Part of you. You can try to ignore it, or repress it, or channel it for 'the greater good'. Where we walk, worlds tremble."

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The Doctor groaned into the kiss. His body ached, a strange blending of pain and desire.

"Tremble? They burn. Everything we touch turns to ash, even our home."

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"Yes," the Master murmured against the Doctor's lips, with an ecstatic shiver of his own. "And you still taste so beautifully of ashes. Anyone who isn't afraid of you is too ignorant to realize they should be."

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"And the ones who realize it, they always die. They find out too late and they die. Because of me." His body shifted against the Master, wanting more, needing more.

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"But everything dies, Doctor," the Master murmured raptly. "Goldfish and galaxies. Every light goes out. We could have danced in the flames." Another kiss, slow, deep, and seductive,and he raised his mouth to the Doctor's ear. "Imagine that."

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A low, eager moan escaped him at the intensity of his kiss. "I couldn't.. even if you had asked me. It all fell in fire and all I ever wanted was life. Even when I brought death."

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"But you're forgetting that it's all cyclical." He stroked the Doctor's cheek. "There's no life without death. Only stagnation and decay. Someone has to pull it all down. A glorious explosion. And then, after, wildflowers on the abandoned battlefields."

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His head tipped forward until their foreheads touched. The blindfold failed to absorb the tears that slipped down his cheeks. The Doctor tried to speak and found he couldn't. He simply leaned against the Master, shaking.

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"And once you've beaten that into your skull," he said, cupping the Doctor's head in his hand,"Maybe we can start working on it being acceptable to be glad to have survived."

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The Doctor wept bitterly against him, hot tears scalding his skin. Because he was glad to be alive. He shouldn't be. But truly, he was.

He threw his head back and screamed.

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"Yes," the Master growled. "Feel it. Feel this. It's what being alive is. Defiance. You're so very good at it."

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He screamed again, a raw sound of desperate pain and fury. The Doctor struggled against the Master and the confines of the rope. He thrashed like a wild animal, all rage and pain.

Finally he dropped, exhausted, his chest heaving. Blood trickled from his wrists, where they had been rubbed raw by the rope.

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"Yes," the Master said conversationally, letting the Doctor howl it out in his arms. "All that fury. You're not going to scare me away." He delivered another thorough kiss, and rubbed a thumb against the blindfold. "I'm there in your blood too."

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"You always have been," he rasped, his voice hoarse. "Every regeneration, every lifetime."

The Doctor leaned against him, exhausted. "I could always feel you."

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"Always," he promised. "Oh, I'll never go away. I'll never stop coming for you."

He shifted his grip, cradling the Doctor's head against his chest. "I know you, and I'll always find you in the end."

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"Please," he murmured against the Master's chest. "Old friend. Please."

He needed to be touched, to feel hands on his skin.

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"You hurt so beautifully," the Master sighed. "I think I can already see some bruising." Chuckling, he stood, and hauled the Doctor roughly to his feet. It would break the moment, but it was difficult to undress while holding someone in your lap. The Master shed his clothes quietly, not that he thought it would actually be surprising. "I'm going to untie you in a minute. Do you remember what I said about one of the most effective forms of restraint?"

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The Doctor grimaced as he was yanked to his feet. He ached fiercely, his shoulders screaming at the abuse. The whisper of clothing being removed caused his breath to quicken and a flush to rise to his cheeks.

"I remember. The threat of stopping."

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"Exactly. I could get an elaborate set-up in here, all sorts of ways to truss you up. But right now I'm going to lay you out on my bed. You're going to clasp your hands together over your head, and you are going to keep them there. That's really all we need, isn't it?"

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A smile ghosted across his battered face.

"Oh yes."

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"The blindfold stays." With a small knife, he cut the ropes free and let them fall, then steered the Doctor onto the bed, sitting beside him and lightly kissing his abraded wrists, then watching him arrange his arms as instructed. "It looks good on you."

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The blood rushed back into his arms, sending shockwaves of pain through his shoulders and back. He failed to suppress a groan as the ropes fell away.

He couldn't recall a time he had ever let himself be this vulnerable, this unguarded. Laying on the bed of his dearest foe, only able to sense his presence, it was exhilirating and terrifying. His tounge flicked out, moistening dry and cracked lips.

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"Excellent." He stretched out on his side, his hands roaming lazily. He nudged and prodded the Doctor's abused skin, pressing cruelly on spots he knew were sore and swelling. "I might let you use your hands a bit later," he confided. "Such capable hands."

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The touches sent tendrils of fire racing down his body, spiking with pain when the Master found a bruise and poked at it. He inhaled sharply with each prod, but kept himself remarkably still even as his body reacted to each caress.

Long, slender fingers flexed in anticipation at his comment.

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The finger-twitch didn't go unnoticed, and it sent a rush of heat through the Master. He thought of the word grasp.

"Now I get to try to make you scream all over again."