Twisting the Knife ((closed RP, Jack Harkness, the Master))

[captian-smexy.livejournal.com]

Jack wanted revenge. The psychopathic, giggling maniac that had tortured him, killing him in increasingly inventive and horrible ways for an entire year was alive and within his reach. It wouldn’t take much to track the Master down and beat him to death, or at least into a very satisfying coma, but he was inclined towards something a little more creative.

 

The Doctor would disapprove. Hell, he’d be furious.

The Master’s reaction.. that would make it all worthwhile.

 

Jack was a quick study and had been reading up on the requirements and components for a good polyjuice potion. A few hairs nicked from the Doctor and he was ready to go. He had even been studying a charm to try and mask his rather odd time signature. It wouldn’t hold out for long, but maybe it would last just long enough.

 

A shorter, more slender man with dark hair in mad, askew spikes began walking the halls, brown trench coat flapping behind him, and an affable smile on his face. Halfway down the hall, he began to whistle.

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[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

"Oh, don't tell me you were hoping for some tawdry mutual violation. I'm sure sexualizing everything is a wonderful coping mechanism for you, but I'm under no obligation to play along." He grinned, not bothering to pull away. "It would have made things so much easier for you, wouldn't it?"

[captian-smexy.livejournal.com]

"Mingling a little pain with sex can be much more fun," he admitted. "But if I wanted to get in your pants, I think I could be more inventive than a polyjuice illusion."

The touch was making his skin crawl, but he smiled and kept those thoughts buired deep.

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

"You're not 'getting in my pants'," the Master said, rolling his eyes. "If you want a bit of vicious hatesex to clear your head, go pick a fight with someone else. And really, you should be at least a little glad. Every time we were whiling away a few happy hours together, I could have been torturing someone else to a painful death. All those lives you saved." He giggled, licking his lips. "And your kidneys were perfect for juggling. I'd never quite gotten the hang of it before. The balance was just right."

[captian-smexy.livejournal.com]

"You were able to juggle because I showed you your timing sucked and you kept breaking your wrists. And now you really are mistaking me for him. I'm no saint and I sure as hell am no martyr."

He spun the Master away from him in a graceful move. "But I got what I wanted. And it's a good start."

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

Exactly what the Freak thought he'd achieved, the Master wasn't going to humor him by asking. He fixed Jack with a blistering glare instead, folding his arms tightly.