Call Me By My Name

"Master-…"

"I really love it when you use my name…"

The voice purred the words in such a delicious tone, a drawl. Sharp witted as ever, the Doctor wasn't fazed by the words, at least, not if people were to go by the expression on his face. The man in front of him wasn't supposed to be there. No, he was supposed to be dead, but the Doctor was used to the impossible, so even if he thought the Master would give him a straight answer, he wouldn't have asked how.

"Look at you, so helpless…"

The drawl continued, and admittedly, the messy haired Time Lord was growing weary of it, his body tense and an unwelcoming aura around him, not that the other Time Lord noticed as his lean, cold fingers brushed their tips down the Doctor's throat, the slightest of lust glimmering in the Master's dark eyes, beneath the hatred, the need to punish, hurt and kill, there was more, but only for the second.

"Master-Let me go. I can help you, I promised I would, but you have to listen to me-" "No! I'm done with listening to you, Doctor. You don't get to have an opinion in anything I do. You need to be quiet and listen to me now, or else I might accidentally damage you…" The Master murmured, his tips replaced with the fingernails and soon after silencing the other male until his fingers decided to trail down the Doctor's sides, slipping beneath the suit shirt and tracing each indent and line in his structure.

"I like this body-So young, so beautiful-So very you, Doctor. What do you think of mine? I do miss the beard, but still, it does seem quite charming," The Master mused, a grin peeking at the corners of his lips in an almost playful manner.

"What do you want, Master?"

"Hm, see…I don't really know," The Master drawled, removing his hand and circling the Doctor like a Lion going in for it's prey. He paused behind the bound male, his breath pouring out against the Doctor's flesh, goose bumps rising amongst the pale skin.

"See-I was planning to do the whole deal. Make you pay, destroy earth, wreak havoc. The usual-But then…" The Master grinned, his lips pressing against the Doctor's neck and tasting the skin, both his hands delving beneath the bottom of the suit shirt and caressing the skin, one hand moving with clever fingers to tease the taunt nipples feeling the body writhe beneath his touch, back arching and causing the Doctor's backside to make rather uncomfortable contact with the Master's groin.

"I can sense it, Doctor. How very tense you are. How much you want this to happen," He smirked, slowly unbuttoning the shirt and sliding it off the Doctor's shoulders, dropping it to the floor, along with the tie and the earlier abandoned suit jacket.

"Mm…Can you feel it, Doctor? The contact is so intoxicating…So delicious…You can feel it, yes? I know you need it as much as I do," The Master stated knowingly, bringing his hands up to the binds now, his hand replacing them, long fingers capturing the wrists between them and walking the Doctor back to the couch nearby, pressing the male onto the couch and soon bringing their lips together at a bruising strength.

Desire. Lust.

Both things had led to it, and both things had been the reason the pallid skinned Doctor was awoken to the light from a window, finding himself naked on the couch, a sheet tossed over him, and the room otherwise empty. It wouldn't be the last time he saw the Master, after all, nothing could change the fact that they couldn't be anything but enemies, but it was almost nice to pretend, and that name was still on his lips.

Master.