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I’ve Had Four Doctors: half-a-dozen: askainleymaster: half-a-dozen: [For a moment, he seems…
The Doctor’s eyes flash and his hand snaps up, grabbing hold of the Master’s wrist, holding it just shy of painful. But he doesn’t push the fingers away, not yet. To show he really can take anything the Master might dish out, and besides, perhaps he is… curious.
“I don’t let people order me around,” The Doctor almost growls, “least of all villains like you.” And he won’t. But oh, let him try.
[The Master parts his lips and gasps quietly as the Doctor grabs his wrist and squeezes. It almost hurts, and the almost pain is delicious. His eyes are very, very clear and widen with his smile as he stares into the Doctor’s face. He doesn’t move his fingers, though.]
A pity, isn’t it, that you’ve no choice in the matter. Do as I say, Doctor, and you and dear Miss Brown will be quite at liberty to leave.
[He moves his other hand up to caress the Doctor’s curls, almost hoping the Doctor will grab this one too before he can touch him.]
“Stop that!” The Doctor barks, taking hold of the Master’s other hand too and pushing it away from his hair. He’s not to be petted like some… pet!
It’s only once he has the other time lord pushed against a nearby boulder by his wrists that the Doctor realizes he might have acted a bit rashly. The Master us treachelously… appealing, like this, for this regeneration, and the Doctor is suddenly glad that his cheeks were already reddened by anger a moment before, and if his breathing has gone a bit fast, well that could be anger too, couldn’t it? Oh, who is he kidding.
“You. Are absolutely unbearable, you know that?” he complains exarbetadly.
“But no matter, whatever you’re planning here, I’ll find out and make a stop to it!” he continues, determined to get this back to what it should be about. Which is finding out the Master latest evil plan and then making sure it fails. Yes.
[The Master lets out a small “oof” as the Doctor slams him against a bolder. As he listens to the Doctor snarl at him—ooh, this regeneration!—his eyes dilate and his own breathing speeds up with his heart rate. He gives the Doctor a long, lingering look.]
You’re hurting my wrists, Doctor. And I quite like it.
The Doctor’s face scrunches up into what it almost a pout at such an unfair statement, because how is he supposed to counter that.
“You’re not supposed to!” he snaps peevishly, and then glares at the Master for leaving them at such an inconventient impasse. “But I’ll do whatever I have to to keep the world safe from you,” he declares, before leaning even closer than they’d previously been, until their noses are practically touching.
“Go ahead, reveal all, I know you must be dying to brag about the latest scheme you’ve come up with.”
[The Master just starts chuckling as the Doctor fumes. He really does look so adorable when he’s flustered—and that little pout! By the time the Doctor is right in his face snarling at him, he’s practically giddy.]
Why my dear Doctor! I do apologize. It seems I’ve worked you up into quite a fit of pique—not at all unusual for this particular regeneration, however. My latest scheme is simple enough even for your mind to grasp. And my dear Doctor, you’ve already completed phase one of it by getting me into a very compromising position. As you’re either far too thick or far too coy to connect the dots, however, let me be candid.
You ravish me against this rock, and I’ll let you and your human pet go without any trouble.
The Doctor’s eyebrows rose. “That’s all?” he asked incredulously, before his mind caught up. “I mean… you fiend, how dare you! My attentions are not for sale!”
Though, it really didn’t seem like such a terrible idea…but the principle of the thing! But it really had been a while, and this body especially was so full of vigour…
"However…" he said slowly, with consideration that hopefully sounded enough like reluctance. "I suppose one has to make sacrifices, occasionally," he ended the sentence with a longsuffering sigh, before glancing critically around the rocky, dusty plain. Not really the place he would have chosen, but supposedly there was a certain sense of drama in… a small multi-legged blue animal crawled out of a hole on the base of a nearby rock and then stopped to stare at the two of them with beady black eyes. The Doctor stared back. The creature chittered and waved it’s eyestalks in a leery fashion.
"Not here," the Doctor declared decisively. He grabbed a firm hold of the Master’s arm and started to walk briskly towards his Tardis. Neutral ground be damned, he would do this in a proper bed or not at all! And definitely not get leered at by any space mice, damn it.