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"You've already told me I won't escape punishment, so I reckon I might as well make it worth my while." The Doctor started to unbutton the Master's shirt, given he didn't actually have a knife with him, but then something occurred to him and he stopped, looking around searchingly. Finally he settled on one of the pillows and he pulled off the pillowcase, rolling it up as he approached the Master again. He wrapped it around his head, making sure the cloth covered his eyes completely. Better.

He flicked the Master's nose after having tied the makeshift blindfold off and then he continued on with unbuttoning his shirt, until he could finally step back and pull out his screwdriver, using just the very tip, cool metal that it was, to draw a line down the middle of the Master's chest. That should be enough to fool someone who expected a knife.

"Do gods bleed?"

"Well, we might be able to negotiate, you can never be too sure of the outcomes. I just ask you not to be impulsive, it's the mark of a foolish man," the Master was basically just saying words at this point, trying to convince this mad man who was currently removing his pillowcase with an oddly ominous air. All the more confirmed when the blindfold was pulled on and he was very much in the dark on what was happening to him.

That cold metal. The clear threat. Oh yes, it was very much enough to kill his resolve. As it turned out, yes, Gods truly do bleed. Or he would anyway. And he really didn't want to lose this body, he desperately needed it.

"N-Now, come on, we can negotiate things," the Master tried, feeling a little less confident in escaping. "What do you want? Money? Power? ... To be a God? I can give you all these things! And more! But you have to untie me."

"Well, you've already implied that I'm not sane, but I'm definitely not that thick, either. If I untied you and if all the threat was gone, what reason would you have to do anything for me other than probably think of a very painful death?" The Doctor slowly led the screwdriver lower still, across his old enemy's and older friend's stomach until he reached his pajama bottoms, not yet going past the waistband.

"So I might as well do the same while I have the chance. A very painful death for you?" Oh, that was mean. The Doctor knew it was mean, but it was difficult to resist, knowing that he'd never follow through on it. But scaring the Master, just for a little while... Well. It held an appeal. It definitely did. "I'm not being impulsive. Trust me, I've spent a lot of time thinking about this."

"You're a very clever man, I'll give you that but you really shouldn't threaten me. Think about the power I have here, the things I could do for you. You're clearly a determine and cunning fellow, I could employ you!" the Master suggested but when the luke warm response basically said what didn't need saying, he ball his hands into fists and a look of desperation and frustration came to him.

As soon as the knife was on his waistband, he tried to sway himself back and he knew very much so that he had to try and appeal to this vain morons ego to get himself out of this trap. From now onwards, he was sleeping with weapons in his bed. And guards. And a cannon outside!

"Please, you're being entirely unreasonable! How dare you," he started, trying to sound angry but it just came out a little pathetic and the more he tried to free himself, the tighter it out. He just wanted to lash out but obviously, that'd get him nowhere. "Leave now! And I will not pursue you, promise. I'll stay here and let you leave if you disarm the bomb and go!"

"In all fairness, you have to admit. If I left here without disarming the bomb, you still won't pursue me. On accounts of being blown up." The Doctor was enjoying this too much and there was part of him that felt guilty, but the knowledge that the Master would do far worse were there positions reversed and the certainty that if the Master had figured out his identity yet, he'd complain just as much, but enjoy this far more made it easy to keep this pretense going for a bit more. It was fun, after all.

He pulled the Master's trousers down slowly and the screwdriver kept trailing along every inch of revealed skin. And then before he could entirely think it through, the Doctor had leaned forward, closed the distance between them, and there he was, kissing him. It was at that moment, well, actually quite a while into that moment, that there was an audible 'ding' and the ticking that had been coming from the quasi-bomb finally stopped. The Doctor pulled away just enough to chuckle. "Would you look at that? My bomb went off."

As the bomb increased it's ticking and his trousers were slowly pulled down, cold metal trailing along with them, the Master definitely reached a horrible moment of thinking he was about to lose his current body and get stuck in another vessel-less search for life. Which did cause a little panic. Hence why he may have babbled a little more than he wanted to but he never was fantastic at coping with stress. "Come now, be reasonable. What could you want here but power? You could be a God! Why would you turn that down for mindless violence?"

Swallowing hard, he was about to start begging, proper real begging when he was suddenly pulled into a kiss, his words dying in that moment as once more he was hit with this familiar feeling. He knew this man, didn't he?

At the ding, the Master tensed -- until nothing happened and those cocky words were spoke. Then, he finally grasped just what this was.

Really?

A heart-attack worthy hostage situation as foreplay? Well. They'd done worse, he supposed. "... Doctor?"

"Hey, Master! It's been a while." Not that long, really. Well. Not since seeing the Master. Not since losing him. But since he'd been with this regeneration, oh, that was indeed quite a while. The Doctor flicked the Master's nose, since he could, then he took a step in to take the situation in. Tied up with his hands high enough above him that he was forced on his toes, blindfolded and he could still see the slight hints of fear with how pale he was, but there was also a familiar flush starting to creep up. Yeah, someone was starting to enjoy this more and more, rapidly.

"I know you missed me. You've been waiting, haven't you?" Of course he knew. Just as he knew that it would only be about a week longer until his fifth regeneration would put an end to the Master's reign here. But for now they could have fun.

"Hasn't it just," the Master said through gritted teeth, feeling a little embarrassed after everything and oh, that nose flick, if he did that one more time then the Master would -- well, do nothing. Because he was tied to the top of his bed, on his tiptoes, blindfolded, a little concerned and unable to actually fight back. "This is all a little showy. My, my, someone has missed me. You know it'd more traditional to ask nicely for these things."

Not that the Master ever did. In fact he'd done worse. Way worse. He was a lucky man really, given how merciful the Doctor seemed to be to him. Well, usually anyway. "No, this has nothing to do with you. I'm simply building myself a worthy empire," the Master defended, tugging against his bindings. No bomb, probably no knife, why couldn't he struggle a little? "Now, Doctor, this is very demeaning. Untie me at once!"

"I have missed you." It was an honest admission and probably too telling, not that the Master could have any clue what it was telling of. This all seemed as if it took place in simpler times. His face would have given him away now, soft and sad as he kissed the Master's lips once more, smiling to himself when he felt his beard. Yeah, a long, long time ago. Things had changed so much. But there was no time for pondering, not when he knew he only had the moment. He had to make it count.

"You find it demeaning? Really? From where I'm standing it is all rather appealing, actually." And at least there was a definite physical reaction now. When he moved closer again, his mind touched on the Master's, just a little, gently. Not probing, not even trying to get in, because he knew he couldn't let the Master in. "The begging was very nice too." He could be a little smug, couldn't he? "But do keep struggling. Please."

"Always good to know you're craving my company but I do wish you could express it like an adult. These childish games are getting a little old," When they're aimed at him anyway. If this was him doing it, he'd be more than thrilled. Now, he was mostly just upset he didn't get a chance to act first. It was obvious by his bodies reaction that he was having fun, hell he always did with the Doctor. Didn't mean he wasn't allowed to sulk though, did it?

"Demeaning," the Master re-insisted despite everything, still struggling in a slightly more subtle way, with his hands and not his body this time. He didn't like giving the Doctor something to gawk out. "You are aware that you cheated to get me to do that. So it doesn't really count," Begging was embarrassing, he had to defend himself a little! "Now let me go!"

He wanted to touch as well, to enjoy the Doctor. And mostly to not be tied up like this.

"I don't know about it not counting. Cheating or not, the fact of the matter is that I have you here." Cheating. The accusation did make his hearts hurt, but he pushed the melancholy away and enjoyed the moment instead and, well. There was plenty to enjoy. He leaned down to kiss the Master's shoulder, pushing his shirt aside enough to actually reach his bare skin. He wondered if things would have played out differently if he'd ever found a moment like this with his latest regeneration.

"It looks to me as if you're expressing yourself like an adult for the both of us." Low blow, literally, but he couldn't resist, given he'd pulled down the pajama bottoms before revealing himself and now it was all too obvious just how his presence changed things for the Master. Just as expected and ever so good to know.

"Merely a circumstantial, one can't control their bodies reaction," the Master insisted, trying not to give him and get knocked off his high horse entirely. He was still grasping onto the reigns, trying to stay on top. Even if this was probably the most humiliating defeat yet. And yes, that included getting tangled in his own cape and that time he was defeated by a companion in high heels.

He really should have double checked the 'bomb' he was being threatened with.

While it wasn't ideally how he liked to do these things, having the Doctor so interested and playful was a strange yet pleasing turn of events. And what was with the new face anyway? Shame. He'd liked the blond look. "What happened to you then? Your face has changed," He wasn't sure just how much he liked that. This one seemed entirely more smug and a little too quick witted. Much harder to beat. "I'm not complaining... clearly." They both knew that by now.

"My face? Oh, yeah." The Doctor ran a hand through his hair and tried to read the Master's face, something that was a lot more difficult when he wore a blindfold, for obvious reasons. He smiled and shook his head, carefully freeing some of his dark hair from the blindfold. "Don't worry about that. You won't really have to deal with it." He would make him forget about all of this, he had to, but he still figured it might be better to keep the spoilers to a minimum. At least that might be more likely to keep the mood nice and pleasant.

"I'm just revisiting the good old times." He leaned his forehead against the Master's, one hand against his chest, feeling a heartbeat that perhaps really didn't exist anywhere else in the universe anymore, outside of paradoxical meetings that he made possible out of selfish longing. "But that's refreshing. You not complaining."

The Master paused for a moment, taking it all in before it all slotted together neatly in his head. A Doctor, out of time, cheating at their little game and causing a paradox just to flirt with him. He could have pointed out how terrible that was but honestly, he didn't really care that much. A paradox did sound a little exciting, against his better judgement. Kind of added to the moment. "A future regeneration come back in time to play with little old me? Well, I do feel special. I, above all others, stole your heart."

Yes, he's teasing, stupid voice and all but how often did he get to meet the Doctor's future? Past, yeah, he'd seen that but never the future. "So, Doctor, tell me something. Is the future me not very giving? Assumptions can easily be made from such a crude performance as this." Well, there had to be a reason why this one came back for him instead of finding his own. And he didn't like to contemplate a reality where he's not around either.

"Oh, Master." The teasing was amusing, as long as he didn't let his mind wander. So he just went along with it, stepping close enough to press his body against the Master's, his hand still in his hair. "For all you know, I might be doing this every other week. Visiting whatever regeneration of yours tickles my fancy that day." That did sound like a fun game, not that he could ever actually risk it and the Master knew he wouldn't. Still, the thought was entertaining and if it kept him from having to talk about the Master's future, all the better.

"I never would have thought it, but I have missed the beard." He somehow had remembered it a lot less soft. Absence didn't always make the hearts grow fonder, well, at least not up to now. By now, that was pretty much the reason he was here.

"I would have remembered you," Well, that was unless the Doctor was erasing memories and -- oh, wait, hang on. He did rather hint at something a little more sinister before, didn't he? Oh great, all this fuss, all this pain and he might not even remember it? Well, not remembering the begging would be nice but how could he forget the kissing. And how forward the Doctor had become. "Seems rather pointless, doesn't it? To keep coming back and seducing me, only to forget entirely. In fact, I'd argue it was a waste of time."

It wasn't. And he hoped it kept happening. But he had to make his point but he entirely submitted to the situation and embraced the whole thing. "Miss the beard?"

What?! Where exactly could his beard of gone too? Why would he ever get rid of the beard? There better be a good reason for that! Like some kind of patchy beard problem. Or, you know, being a woman.

"Well, sure, from your point of view that might be the case. But since I'll remember it all just fine, I really don't think it's wasting time at all. Not when I've got so much better things to do with time than waste it." As he stated that, the Doctor's hand wandered lower from where he'd rested it against the Master's chest, finally settling on his lower stomach, just a light touch, just waiting for whatever he'd decide to do next.

"Oh, yeah. I reckon last time I saw you you couldn't grow a decent one. I'm not quite sure, actually, I never asked." There really hadn't been the time and right moment for any such talk. A whole year and wasted, because the Master had gone too far. Still, now the Doctor sometimes almost regretted the stubborn silence, if only because of the meaningless conversations they could have had, meaningless, but they meant so much to him.

There was a sharp inhale at the touch, a mix of concern and curiosity, not quite certain which way this was going to go. And how much longer he was going to have to hang in the air, unable to touch or take any measure of control. It was honestly a real annoyance, there was a new shiny Doctor here and he just wanted to reach out and have a bit of an exploration. Touch his touch, ruffle his hair and see what kind of noises he could draw out.

Unfortunately, seemed a little pointless really. Given he was going to forget after this if he wasn't exceptionally cunning. "I'm not overly impressed with that, I must say. I've had five consistent regenerations with beards now, it's almost like losing in a game," the Master mused, more to himself and anything. He did have a winning streak before that but the eighth regeneration looked dreadful with a beard so he'd had to shave it off. Always so annoying.

Tugging his hands again, he tried to give the Doctor an annoyed look but it must of been overlooked given the blindfold. "Can you untie me yet? My arms are starting to ache a little, it's killing the mood."

"Yeah? Well, I don't know, but from where I'm standing the mood doesn't look killed." The Doctor moved his hand lower still, bypassing the really interesting area to slide inside the pajama bottoms he'd pulled down before and brush his fingers along the inside of the Master's thigh, because he quite liked how sensitive he appeared to be. But to make up a bit for his teasing tone, he leaned in and kissed the Master's arms, forced above his head. He glanced at his hands, making sure they hadn't taken on an unhealthy colour, but he appeared to be just fine. He wanted to make sure this was pleasant, overall.

"Me, I'm the tenth face and still not a one that was ginger. How is that fair?" But this was hardly a huge concern right now, overall he didn't have many things to complain about as far as this regeneration was concerned. "You know, the tragic thing is that whenever you happen to have me in a compromising position like this, you don't seem to know what to do. Always at a loss when you're winning. But me, I have ideas."

"Well it would for you," the Master grumbled as he tried his best not to give in too much to those wandering hands. He wasn't some wanton Earth girl who swooned and yearned for more. Oh no, he was the Master, he was a God here. And he was very much going to stand his ground and try to be as unaroused as he possibly could. Just to spite him. Of course that plan would work better if he was less hard and flushed but hey, you can't win every battle.

"Tenth?" He was quite far ahead them. Double figure now? Not long till the end. Unless he was much like the Master and into the idea of body snatching, he had around three more lives left. How time has flown. "I was ginger once. I think. I only had the body for ten minutes," Mine field - less said the better. Needlessly to say, there was a reason why he'd shot through all his bodies and regenerations too fast.

With a stubborn glare on his face, he renewed his attempts at freeing his hands, clearly not impressed by that last comment. Did the Doctor just accuse him of never following through? No, he always did! How dare he suggest such a thing? "My dear Doctor, it seems you're getting forgetful. I always know what I'll do. I could tell you right now, right here, just what I'd do if I had you like this."

"Is that so?" How could he resist? He couldn't keep from leaning down until he could whisper right into the Master's ear. "So tell me, Master. What would you do? If you had me like this." His hand finally wrapped around him and the other, so far still tangled in his hair, gave a slight tug to one of the dark strands. "Helpless and yet..." His other hand tightened around his cock, fingers moving along the shaft. "...eager."

Oh yes, he was enjoying this. "Because me, I'm just wondering how long it will be before you beg again. Beg for different things this time." As he said that he stuck his tongue out, licking along the edge of his ear shell before actually biting down slightly on his earlobe, because the oral fixation, well, that didn't appear to be something that changed between regenerations. "So, yes. Tell me. What would you do, Master?"

Now this was hardly fair, how could he go into his vast and well plotted plans for the Doctor under this kind of pressure? Taking a breath to try and ground himself, he struggled to ignore that hand tightening around him, throat clear a little. "What would I do? Well, I-I wouldn't tie you like this. No, far too pedestrian. I'd tie you to the bed, better access, more comfortable. I do hate standing around."

He tried to keep his voice trained in a steady manner, calm and control. But the way the Doctor bit down his ear lobe definitely caused his voice to wobble a little, tongue poking out to lick his own lips, to reground himself a little. "I won't beg you. But oh, I could make you beg me. I could make you grovel and whine. The things I could do to you if I was afford such an easy chance."

But, unfortunate, he hadn't been afford anything but this. Which, while fun, wasn't what he ideally wanted.

"Too lazy to stand up, are you? Well, I'm not surprised, being a god probably doesn't get you to exercise a lot. Trembling thighs are a typical symptom of that." As he spoke the Doctor ran his knuckles along said thighs, at the same time rubbing his palm just so over the tip of his cock. At least parts of his anatomy definitely had no problem standing at attention. "You won't beg me, yeah? If you're that certain. I don't know about this assessment, history has taught me to expect a different outcome." Generally at least the Doctor needed a lot of motivation to beg and threatening companions would definitely kill the mood.

"I could tie you far less pedestrian. I've considered it. For example I could bend your legs backwards until you kneel on the bed with your arms stretched above and your legs behind you, unable to even attempt to avoid anything I'd do to you. That would also be a great position for someone else to find you in, don't you think?"

"It's not about laziness, it's about pride," the Master insisted, skilfully trying to ignore that comment about his thighs. He'd been on his tip toes for ages now and his arms were starting to pull, how was he supposed to be at his peak of fitness when he was essentially in a torture position? Taking a deep hiss and trying to resist anything akin to a moan, the Master swung himself back a little to avoid the touching the best he could, just to make a point. It was hard not to stand to attention when someone was coaxing it into happening. "I never beg you. Sometimes I'm forced to negotiate but never once has it been desperate."

It has. But he was currently rather thoroughly beaten so he had to grasp onto something and was it so much to let him have that one? "I'd like to see you try," the Master goaded, believing for one glorious moment that it wasn't entirely possible to move him that easily but then, as the words left his mouth, he was aware it was a rather stupid thing to say. Why goad a man who was clearly enjoying himself? -- Oh great, he was going to have to beg, wasn't he? He wasn't about to be put in such a degrading position. He had to cling to some dignity.

"You won't get away with this Doctor, I have a lifetime to get revenge. And I will! I will break you for this!"

"You will break me for this? For what, for things you won't even remember? Don't scare me like that, Master." Obviously under the circumstances, he couldn't help but tease. And he chuckled, running his hands down the Master's legs and actually bending down himself as he did so. "Hm, never once desperate, ah?" Right. They'd see about that. He didn't say that out loud, instead he stepped away and some rustling could be heard. A few seconds later he was back in front of the Master, crouching down.

He grabbed one of the Master's ankles and stood up a little again, just enough so one arm could support the Master around his hip and he could force his leg behind himself, lift him a little until he could actually rest it on the bed's mattress, granting his arms some relief. He wasted no time with using the rope he'd gathered up to first tie it around the ankle and then secure it to the bedpost, tight enough that the Master had no choice but to rest on his knee.

"Other leg. Are you going to let me or do you want a struggle?"

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