Title: DrumBeat
Author: Angelee
Fandom: Dr Who
Pairing: The Doctor/ The Master
Rating: Adult
Summary: What, you mean we’re not?
Beta: By my sister Anna. All remaining errors are mine-with apologies.
Note:
DrumBeat
“I fucked him.”
The Doctor turned to look at his companion of three days. “Who?” he asked, with that infuriating, overwhelming curiosity of his. For the most mundane of things. It drove the Master stark raving mad.
“Captain Jack,” he told him with a smug little smile. He’d been trying to get to the Doctor since his infuriating fellow Time Lord had brought him back from death by sheer cussedness. Refusing to let him go and as always, what the Doctor wanted the Doctor got.
“Well, that’s alright then, because so did I?”
The Master rolled his eyes. “Damn.”
“Well, it’s not like he’s that hard to get and he’s not at all particular about who he lays. Did he do that soft humming thing of his when he’s getting ready to come?”
“Yeah, he did,” The Master replied reluctantly. “I had him yelling his head off a couple of times.”
The Doctor nodded his head knowingly. Silence for awhile, while they both contemplated the silvery world with three beautiful golden moons the Doctor had taken them to. Each lost in their own little thoughts.
Then sighing heavily the Doctor rubbed his hands against his thighs, before standing “So-tea?”
***
“I hate you. You do know that, right?” the Master asked as he accepted the cup of Earl Grey from his most-yes, his most hated nemesis.
The Doctor smiled at him. “Yeah, I know.”
“Truly without a doubt unconditionally, hate you. With all my hearts.”
The smile grew wider. “Yeah, I know. Cookie?” The Doctor asked, offering a plate of lemon crème.
“Yes, please,” the Master replied, taking one from the plate. “You should have let me die.”
The Doctor sat next to him. “No.”
“I don’t want to be here with you.”
The Doctor gave him an uncompromising look. “Don’t care,” he replied, taking a tiny sip of tea.
“Let me go.”
“No.”
“What if I promise to be good?”
The Doctor rolled his eyes. “Like I’d believe that one. You almost decimated the human race.
“I promise not to do it again,” the Master replied, crossing the spot where his hearts lay.
“Right,” the Doctor replied, disbelievingly. “Pull the other one.”
“I have a wife you know and I miss her ever so much,” the Master said, pouting semi-sadly.
The Doctor’s eyebrows went up at that. “Oh, please, she shot you.”
“Everyone makes mistakes.”
“Huh, huh.”
“Really.”
“Okey Dokey.”
The Master smiled at him. “Really. She truly loves me.”
“I can tell. The bullet she fired into your chest was a dead giveaway.” The Doctor chuckled at the look the Master was giving him. “Besides…”
“What?”
“Your marriage to her is null and void.”
The Master contemplated the Doctor. “What are you talking about?”
“Null and void. Your marriage to her.”
“What?”
The Doctor took another sip of tea. “Hmm, this tea is glorious. You’re already marriage and have been for some four hundred years. Give or take a couple hundred years.” He looked at the Master. “To me. Or did you conveniently forget that little detail.”
“We got divorced.”
“Did you ever see the final decree?”
The Master started at his companion in outrage. “You told me you were going to take care of that.”
“I lied.”
The Master glared at him. “Damn it, Doctor. You swore you were going to take care of it.” Noticing the look on his fellow Time Lord’s face. “Not divorced?”
“Nope. Not even a little bit.”
“Never have been?”
“Nope,” the Doctor lifted the tea pot. “More tea?”
“Yes, please. You know, you’re not going to age very well. Those big, bug eyes were downright hideous. Gave me nasty case of the shiver that did. Not to mention talk about age and shrinkage. Must mean you cock was the size of a microbes.”
“Still not divorcing you.”
“I hate you, with my whole two hearts, I hate you,” The master told him adamantly.
“Hmm. So do you still hear the drumbeats in your head?”
The Master stared out into the Tardis remorsefully. Most annoyed at the gentle humming it was doing. Fucking thing might as well have been a cat. “Yeah. Can make me crazy at times.”
The Doctor smiled at him. “Don’t you mean crazier?”
The Master made a face at him. “Funny.”
“I thought so. Besides what do you think killing off the human race made you-sane? Where you trying to get my attention with that?”
“What killing off your pets?”
“Yeah.”
The Master looked slightly uncomfortable. “Maybe, a little,” he replied, reluctantly.
The Doctor sighed softly. “Thought so. All you had to do was come to me. You didn’t need to go and hurt humans to get my attention. You’ve always had that. Always.”
“Yeah, well-you always spent a lot of time gallivanting across the cosmos, with some bimbo or bimbett.”
“There weren’t bimbos or bimbetts,” The Doctor told him in outrage. “Some of them were very nice.”
“Rose.”
“What?”
“Rose. You loved her.”
The Doctor had a thoughtful look on his face. “I liked her a lot, but I don’t think I ever loved her. I loved more what she represented.”
The Master looked at him curiously. “Which was?”
“Home and hearth. Some place to lay my weary head. Plus she was brave and very pretty.”
“And what am I? Chopped Dalek?”
“I thought you were dead, when I was with Rose.”
“Right,” the Master replied, totally unconvinced. “Whatever.”
“Truly. Besides, I quite like this regenerating. You’re quite a dashing figure if I do say so myself.”
“Really?” The Master asked, quite pleased by the Doctor’s words.
“Really. I quite hated the fact that you died and you wouldn’t regenerated. Did you really hate the idea of spending the rest of eternity with me that much of a hardship? That you chose death over me?” The Doctor asked, unwilling to hide how much that hurt.
“Well-yeah.”
“Ow!”
“You’re to feisty. To curious. To egotistical…”
“Like you’re not.”
“To arrogant and set in your own ways,” The Master continued, totally ignoring the Doctor’s rudeness. “Plus I don’t like your hair.”
The Doctor’s hands went to his head. “What’s the matter with my hair?”
“It’s to out there, to messy. And I thought your fourth regeneration’s hair was horrendous.”
The Doctor ran his fingers through his hair, spiking it up more than usual. “I quite like it.”
“You would. That’s one of the reason’s I wanted a divorce.”
“My hair?”
“No, you silly bugger. We could never agree on anything.”
The Doctor looked at him quizzically. “I thought it was because you were always insisting on conquering the universes and subjugating anyone that got in your way.”
“Well, that, too. I could have actually done it to-if you weren’t always getting in my way. So we’re not divorced?”
“Nope.”
“No hope of getting one now is there?”
“Not a chance in hell as there is no Office of Separation for your divorce, because it blew up when Gallifrey did.”
The Master sighed softly. “Hmm, to bad.”
“What the divorce part or the Gallifrey blowing up part?”
“A little of one. Less of the other.”
“Which is little and which is less?” The Doctor asked curiously. Not holding up much hope that the Master would give him the right answer.
The Master smiled at him, placing his now empty cup on the table by his side. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Well, I’m asking aren’t I?” The Doctor replied in annoyance.
“I’m not going to tell you.”
“And why the hell not?”
“Because it might give you encouragement.”
The Doctor frowned. “Encouragement for what?”
“To get into my pants.”
The Doctor raised a dismissive hand. “Oh, please, as if I ever had trouble with that. All I ever had to do was smile and you at you’d lay down and spread your legs.”
“Would not?” The Master said flushing angrily.
“Would?”
“Not.”
“Yes, you would. You’re easier that Captain Jack.”
“Prove it.”
The Doctor smiled at the challenge. “I think I will.”
“Fine.”
“Alright, then.”
After a long moment of nothing. “Well,” the Master asked uneasily.
“What?”
“You were going to try and get in my pants.”
The Doctor drew his eyebrows together. “I was?”
The Master rolled his eyes. “I swear, if your rocks were anymore cracked they’d be dust in the wind.”
Suddenly the Doctor turned to fully face him and gave him a blinding smile. One the Master hadn’t seen in many a year, too many to count. He shook his head to try and clear it. His hearts sped up their beating, he felt short of breath, his thighs loosened and he felt himself harden.
The Master blinked. “I’ll be damn, your right.”
“Told you so,” the Doctor replied triumphantly.
“Don’t be to full of yourself. My legs are still together.”
“But their loosening.”
“Yeah, they are,” the Master replied reluctantly.
The Doctor chuckle. “Good. So still want to die?”
“Not so much any more, no.”
“Good. I bet I know how to stop the drumbeats in your head, too.”
The Master looked at him intrigued despite himself. “How?”
“I’m going to take you to my big, comfy bed and do something to you that’s going to replace it with a different type of beat. One you’re really going to like.”
“Oh?”
The Doctor rose from his chair, offering his hand. “Come, let me prove it to you.”
The Master took it. “Alright.”
The Doctor turned and pulled the Master into his arms. Holding him close. “I can’t believe how close I came to losing you. I could never love anyone else, my beautiful, demented Master. Not ever. My hearts have always belonged to you, always. Believe me?”
The Master held still for a moment, listening to the quietly spoken words. After a moment his arms came up returning the hug. “Yes, I quite think I do.”
“Spending eternity with me won’t be so bad, now will it?”
The Master buried his face against the Doctor’s neck, as they swayed too a beat all their own. One he hadn’t heard or felt in some time. “No, I don’t think it’ll be all that bad. Not that bad at all.”