neverwouldiever | Crosscountry

"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?"

"Oh shut up, you impetuous fool, I will -- No, no! Stop it! I mean it Doctor, you best stop right now," the Master growled, his monologue stopping mid way as soon as the Doctor started to move his leg, he wanted to fight more but his balance was very tentative and the attempt he made to hop away nearly ended with his arms pulled from the sockets. Why couldn't he of had a normal Doctor? Who just told him off and tried to kill him? And then maybe submitted playfully a little so the Master could have some fun? He was having some fun, sure, but the odds of being left like this made it hard to find it sexy.

One knee was now very much on the bed and the other leg quivered a little, unable to lie flat on the floor and uselessly struggling to stay where it was. He wanted to do something to get back at the Doctor but as it stood, all he could do was glare and try to tug his other ankle free.

"Doctor, I'm not playing any more," the Master insisted, regretting once again that he'd actually said that. He sounded like an annoying child on a playground who was made 'it' and was now sulking. It was obvious he wanted to play, especially given how hard he was now, painfully so. Maybe that was the true source of his frustration after all.

"I'm not helping you tie me up," So yes. Struggling it is.

"Of course you aren't." But the fact of the matter was that the Master didn't have much leverage for struggling and so in spite of that the Doctor soon managed to give the other leg the same treatment, leaving the Master wrapped around the bed post, kneeling on his own mattress, arms still stretched above him and all in all, looking very helpless. Very helpless and very arousing, he had to admit, at least quietly to himself. Out loud he said no such thing, he just pulled his pajama bottoms down further so the view was no longer obstructed and then he went down on his own knees, because it put him in a comfortable position to breathe against the Master's cock, then even give it a little lick, but stay out of reach otherwise.

"This is a very good look on you. I ought to leave you like that, might get you more worshipers."

This was humiliating. Forced to kneel in such a demeaning manner, arms still leaving him exposed and unable to pull himself off the bed. Yes, he probably should have begged, he should have tried to talk the Doctor out of it. Now he was going to end up being found like this by his worshippers. Who he'd been telling to transcend the physical. Being caught in such a compromising position would probably have him debunked in a rather embarrassing manner.

"It's like you're yearning for someone to put you down like a rabid dog," the Master insisted darkly as he struggled again, nearly loosing his balance when he shifted and his knee just came to the edge of the mattress. Not enough to fall or to properly move anywhere.He was trapped.

And there was hot breath in the worst possible place. The small noise, not unlike a moan, came wriggle out because it was so hard to resist. That warm tongue licking against his painfully hard cock was a little too much right now and his inability to move away made it so much harder. "Don't you dare leave me like this," the Master ordered breathlessly, his body involuntarily craning towards the Doctor, wanting more but not willing to beg for it.

"No?" The Doctor tilted his head to the side, even though the Master couldn't see him. It was then that it occurred to him that maybe he should take off the blindfold, because he wanted to see the look in his eyes. He wanted to see the need in them, he wanted to see if there was any softness beyond it. It would hurt he knew that much, it wasn't exactly difficult to guess at, but it would also be exactly what he needed, in a twisted and probably more than just a little self-destructive way, clinging to what he'd lost now that it was too late.

But that wasn't something he wanted to ponder right now. Not when instead he could lean forward and just take him into his mouth, provide quite a lot of suction and then pull back, getting up smoothly. "What would you rather have me do?"

He stepped up to the Master and kissed him, let him taste himself if he wanted to. He was passive in the kiss, allowing the Master that bit of domination while undoing the knot of the blindfold and slowly pulling it free. "Now look at me." Please.

The kiss was strange, given the previous attempts had all been shallow excuses to tease him and yet this one was very unusual, it had such a sad passiveness to it, like one might kiss a long lost lover or someone believed to be dead. He was starting to get the unpleasant feeling that his future wasn't all that bright. He couldn't say why, just those little feelings. An odd vibe that came from this whole thing. Though he did find it hard to ponder the complexities of the Doctor and his reactions in this position and while this turned on.

When the blind fold was removed, he didn't open his eyes. Gently was the best way, light was always hard to readapt to. He slowly opened them, looking at the Doctor with a very obvious expression of loathing and annoyance. And somewhere, deep down, arousal. Maybe even a flicker of amusement. Though he didn't need his eyes to give that one away. "Untie me and let me give you a thorough fucking as revenge?" the Master suggested simply, a half smile coming to his face because honestly, it was easier somehow, seeing his face. Seeing that it was a game and not cruelty.

Because regardless of what he said or did, the Doctor could be unspeakably cruel and the Master would never be foolish enough to trust him entirely. Looking at him, he raised an eyebrow, curious as ever. "Are you losing your stamina already? And you say I have no follow through."

"Nah, I don't think so." The Doctor bopped the Master's nose and chuckled, his mood so quickly swinging back to a new high, because who could have helped it in face of the Master's cockiness, based on nothing as it was? He held his gaze when he reached down to wrap a hand around him again, this time tight right away, this time starting to move it in a steady rhythm, only slowly getting faster. "No, no worries. My stamina is doing wonderfully. We haven't even really started yet, have we?"

He lowered his other hand, just enough so he could flick a nipple and hopefully draw yet another new reaction from the Master. It was a game, but that only meant that he had to make sure they were both having fun. "Funny. Trust me, there will be a time when you'll have me pretty much completely on your mercy for a whole year, but you'll have no idea what to really do with me except for taunts, grandstanding and showing off a lot of cruelty that I'll end up undoing. None of this stuff. Seems like a waste, if you ask me."

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