The Water Warlocks (Open Chocolate Plot, whole school)

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They'd raced through the dungeon, Kuronue taking the West end, Kurama the East, and by the time they met up again, every water pipe in the place was glowing a different color. Some were even alight with colors that didn't even exist, or sparkled and dripped in disconcerting ways.

"Excellent," Kurama grinned, shoving his wand back into its holster. "I wonder what'll happen once the sprinklers go on in the greenhouses."

There was a long pause of contemplation.

"I think you might wanna take a day or two off work," Kuronue said, catching a distant tinkle of glass as something in that general area broke. Or, broke free.

"D'you think we might not have planned this out too carefully?" Kurama asked.

Another long pause.

“Still, you know... No need to get tentacle raped or something.” Kuronue looked oddly pleased at the possibility of such happening however. Especially since he knew it was possible.

Well, it was Kurama.

_{((OOC - Kuro socking done with mun approval. Basic chocolate plot rules apply, all the water in the school is magicked, cursed, charmed, and so forth, all with different effects up to the mun. Have fun!))}

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[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

Oh, that smile. It seemed to bypass the Master's analytical gaze in favor of a direct surgical strike to his libido, and his blood sang from the promise of it. Cities burned in that smile.

"I wonder that myself from time to time," he purred, mirroring the Doctor's grin. "No matter. Let's get the taste of Earth out of your mouth, shall we?"

[fantastic-nine.livejournal.com]

The hunger in those eyes, the promise of great and darkly wonderful things. How he missed that. He should really fix that. The Doctor ignored a small voice that was screaming how wrong things were, thath he needed... something.

His tounge flicked across his lips, "Earth," he sneered dismissively. "It's like sand in my teeth.'

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It was brutally obvious that the Doctor was under some sort of mind control. But that was all right. The Master could work with that.

"Perhaps I can distract you from that," he said with the faintest hint of reproach; why had they already wasted so much of this conversation on Earth? "Unless you're not interested." The indifference in his tone was blatantly false.

[fantastic-nine.livejournal.com]

"Why else would I be out here? I was hunting for you," he said, his interest apparent. He fixed the Master with a hungry gaze.

"The Monster has slipped his leash, and needs to run," he breathed. His eyes were full of planets consumed in flame, galaxies alight in the sky.

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

Ah, if I only knew how long we had together...

Thankfully, his first step was the same no matter how long this condition lasted: make it rewarding.

"Show me," he said sternly, stepping closer, just shy of touching. "Show me your fire."

[fantastic-nine.livejournal.com]

He leaned in, his lips hovering just out of reach. "The things we will accomplish together. We can burn this planet to ash and cinder and no one can stop us."

The Doctor shivered in anticipation, heat radiating off his body like a furnace. "No one," he whispered.

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

"Oh, yes," he murmured, letting the rapture of the moment fill him. "I need to get you to hold on to this."

He had no doubt that he could have a lovely five minutes (or five hours, or five days, for all he knew... too many unknown variables) of pretending, but he wanted more. He pressed a hand to the Doctor's cheek, and as he spoke, their lips all but touched. "Will you help me?"

[fantastic-nine.livejournal.com]

The Doctor nipped at his upper lip. His entire body was taut, quivering with the desire to burn, to set planets to the flame as he had once so long ago. He needed that as much as he needed the other Time Lord. Faintly he could remember him speaking, dancing in flames, entire planets and galaxies being consumed..

“Yes,” he whispered. “Yes I will. Show me.”

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

"You'll need to focus. We're building a memory." He chuckled, and their lips did touch, an intimate brush more conspiratorial than a kiss. "An anchor, if you will. Something sharp and bright. So that when you need... reminding, what we build together will be there. Waiting. I can do most of it, but not without your help."

It was one of those moments of opportunity he watched for. One of those little cracks he could exploit if he planned quickly enough. Trying to make this permanent might be too much, but if he could manage some sort of mnemonic trigger... it might work.

"Drink in the moment, Doctor. Sear it into your mind. Inhabit it completely." He brushed the Doctor's temples with his fingertips, not even trying for more than the faintest brush of contact, not yet. This was going to take finesse. "Make it something worth remembering." He darted the tip of his tongue to just-barely caress the Doctor's lip, an enticement rather than a demand. The more aggressive he could goad the Doctor into being, the better this might work.

[fantastic-nine.livejournal.com]

Oh so clever. Brilliant, if he were to be honest. He had been kept caged up so long, the potential to implant a psychic release to set him free was irresistable. The faint telepathic contact was tantalizing and the barest touch of the Master's tounge sent him spiraling. He growled, lunging forward.

The Doctor pushed them back against the wall, his kiss hungry, demanding and aggressive. There was no asking in this kiss, only taking.

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

Oh, wonderful, perfect, to be allowed the privilege of being so physically acquiescent. He'd always seen this fierceness buried so very deep in the Doctor's mind, and he wanted to revel in it, to see how far it could take them.

But even as he was happily shivering into the fierce kiss, his mind was surging forward, making a space in the Doctor's mind to store this feeling, letting his own building sense of triumph seep through.

[fantastic-nine.livejournal.com]

He allowed the Master to flood into his mind and create a space to store this feeling. It had been so very long since he had been free and he was eager to help him implant a trigger to set him free.

The Doctor groaned, pinning the Master against the wall.

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

He squirmed reflexively, not even trying to seem dignified. He didn't want to waste the mental effort; he was too busy weaving a little psychic echo-chamber of sorts, a feedback loop to hold the memories being laid down with crystal-clarity. It would be an interesting challenge, trying to stay focused enough on a wild gamble like this while the Doctor was touching him like this, being like this.

[fantastic-nine.livejournal.com]

The Doctor poured his mind at the Master, having a sense of what he was doing, but lacking the razor sharp focus to accomplish much of it on his own. He needed this freedom, he needed to be out. It had been so long and there were so many things that they could do together.

He clutched at the Master's shoulders, pulling him hard against him. "Yes," he hissed.

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

"Please," he moaned, garbled, scarcely aware of it. Oh, the delirious joy of it, the terrifying hope that this might actually work... and he was doing it with the Doctor's cooperation. He'd never be able to pull it off otherwise.

Now he just needed to keep enough concentration to perform the necessary psychic manipulation while under the most pleasant form of assault possible. The challenge made it all the better.

[fantastic-nine.livejournal.com]

"Bury it," he snarled, biting his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. "Finish and I will bury it deeply. He can't know what we're doing. No outward traces. I want out again and he can't stop us if he doesn't know."

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

Well, the Master could hardly blame him. How frustrating, to be a buried corner of someone's psyche, unable to act.

"Oh, but I want to keep you close," he purred. "The shadow in his mind. The siren at the edge of earshot. Just a whisper away. I want you to be a constant temptation he can slip into with a single word." He emphasized his words with a slow, deep kiss full of promise and a mental ripple of greedy desire. "I want you, and I intend to have you." He made eye contact again, grinning with fierce triumph. "And the better you feel right now, the easier it will be."

[fantastic-nine.livejournal.com]

"No!" he almost screamed. "Not close. If he can feel me, if he has any idea, he will find the other one, the other him and they will send me away. He will do it for her. He would move galaxies for her, he must not know!"

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

Oh, reeeeaaally?

It was infuriating and hysterical at the same time. The Doctor and his whimsical little notions. But it was important knowledge to have.

"Disappointing," he murmured. "We'll have to be sneakier. Not as much time together. But it'll be easier." He chuckled, brushing the Doctor's lip with his thumb. "I'll be able to be more attentive."

[fantastic-nine.livejournal.com]

His entire body still sang with tension, even at the gentle brush of the Master's thumb. "I can bury it deep in his own mind. He won't ever know. But you will. I know you'll set me free again. There are so many wonderful things we still have to do," he murmured, his voice full of dark promise.

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

"Oh yes," he said fervently. "But I'll need to be cautious. We will." The sheer thrill of conspiracy sang in him. When had they last been able to scheme together? "No unexplained marks, for one. I'll have to restrain myself." With a blatantly appraising look, he smiled. "Or you could..."

[fantastic-nine.livejournal.com]

He pulled the Master hard against him, his eyes alight with a fierce joy.

"Room. Now," he growled. He wasn't sure how much time he had, but he was going to enjoy himself for as long as he could before the other one returned.