A/N: And what is this? A bonus chapter? For Valentine's Day? You shouldn't have!
No, I really shouldn't... :D ENJOY!
February 14th
A day, which for some undetermined reason, became the Earth-wide day for love and romance.
"Disgusting," the Master cringed, watching two humans, erm, perform a 'genetic transfer' while sappy music played in the background. Some soulful woman singer was belting some hideously romantic lyrics.
"Just sick…" the Master continued, "at least Time Lords never documented their sexcapades…"
"No, the actions were bad enough," the Doctor remarked dryly, munching on some popcorn.
The Master smiled his particularly serpentine, villainous smile and leaned over to whisper quietly in the Doctor's ear, "That's not what you moaned last night…"
The Doctor nearly spilled all his soda onto the people in the row in front of them as he choked violently.
The Master returned to his seat, pleased with himself.
The Doctor eventually swallowed the kernel lodged in his throat and refocused on the movie. "I choose to disregard that comment. But, really, why are you complaining? They don't do a half-bad job of it," the Doctor chose, not entirely wisely, to munch on some more popcorn.
The Master turned him, with a dead-pan look on his face, that clearly read, "But darling… just think how much better I could do."
The Doctor's mouth ran dry as he glanced up at the Master and had trouble swallowing his mouthful. He resolved not to eat anymore of the popcorn in front of the Master.
"Yes, well… point taken," the Doctor's face said in return as he turned back to the screen.
To anyone who had gotten bored with the movie and had instead decided to watch the strange couple in front of them, the sexual tension could be cut with a knife, the flirtation unmistakable, but that was the oddest part of all. Beyond it being two fully grown men watching a sickly romantic film on Valentine's Day, only ONE them seemed to realize the incredible force of their magnetism to each other. The other appeared to be entirely ignorant of it or just barely realizing it.
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Finally, after many cheap tricks and complaints by the Master, including a little grab-ass in the theater, and several discouragements and chastising from the Doctor, the pair of awkward lovers returned to the TARDIS. By the time they'd got home, the Master had thought of a hundred different ways to make this so-called 'Valentine's Day' the best the Doctor could ever imagine.
"So… I think after that movie, we should… I dunno, haven't spent many Valentine's with people… what do you want to do, Master?"
The Master grinned… it wasn't what he wanted to do, it was who… and how. But the Master was going to surprise him, so he said, "Hmm… I'm not sure, I've just got to pop upstairs for a minute and then I'll have an idea," and as innocently as you please, he did just that, right under the Doctor, rather attractive, nose.
So… out of many options, each more devious than the last, the Master decided to give it the old fashioned, no-holds-barred, 'oh, look at that, I seem to have misplaced my clothes' approach.
Stripping to his barest nude, the Master examined himself in the bathroom mirror. Oh yes, this was most certainly the best Valentine's Day present the Doctor had EVER gotten.
Descending the staircase, the Doctor was absorbed in guiding the TARDIS somewhere, totally oblivious to his very stealthy lover just above. For once, the Master was pleased with this annoying habit, it made it easier to sneak up on him and then made his surprise so much greater.
As he crept up behind the Doctor, hoping for a "Is that a banana in your pocket?" line, the Doctor turned full 'round and saw it all, spoiling all the Master's fun, "So, I reckon it might be worth it if we went all the way back to the first ever Valentine's Day, what'd'ya think?"
The Master blinked at him, a little speechless that the Doctor had actually managed to complete a thought in the presence of his nakedness.
The Doctor stared at him a moment longer, waiting for a reply, before awkwardly turning back to the TARDIS, "Right… stupid question, who wants to go all that far back in this weather? Nah, let's go somewhere tropical… what about Valentine's Day in Haiti? Oh no wait, they've just had an earthquake, right…" the Doctor babbled on, seeming completely impervious and unaffected by the Master's lack of clothing.
The Master was… gob smacked. This was IMPOSSIBLE! The Doctor ought to have been a quivering, wibbly blob in front of him, a puddle of lust, but here! Here he was, flying the TARDIS, yakking on and on as usual! WHAT WAS THIS?! His eyes hadn't even flicked, for the tiniest moment, towards his most Time Lord-y parts! THIS WAS RIDICULOUS!
The Master KNEW he was sex walking, so WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON?! Just ten minutes ago the Doctor had been choking to death from the barest hint of bed-wrestling with him and now… it was like he had gone blind!
Now, there was a logical solution.
"Doctor!" he suddenly broke in, "Have you gone blind or are you just completely mad now?"
The Doctor looked up again, "No, why? Is something wrong?"
The Master's jaw was on the floor, "What's wrong?! WHAT'S WRONG?! I'M STANDING STARK NAKED IN FRONT OF YOU AND YOU'RE ASKING ME WHERE YOU OUGHT TO FLY THE TARDIS!"
The Doctor blinked again, then returned to what he was doing, "Well, we could go the France, but that's a bit stereotypical... besides, it's freezing there this time of year. Maybe we could try…"
"ARE YOU DEAF AS WELL AS BLIND NOW?!" the Master screamed.
The Doctor didn't even look up now.
The Master gave up; he stalked off to their bedroom. He didn't understand it, he couldn't understand it! It just… it was ununderstandable! His ego was completely shattered, though he'd never admit it… entirely IGNORED by his, god help him, his lives-time partner… this was UNTHINKABLE.
What was he going to do now? He couldn't go do evil things to deal with his rejection like he'd done in the past, no, there was only one thing to do now… the one thing he'd sworn to himself he'd never do… become emo.
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The Doctor landed the TARDIS… exactly where they'd left. He grinned to himself, that'd been more fun than he expected! He chuckled a little even. Yeah, it was a little hard on the guy, but it was all good fun in the end, especially in the end… He chewed his lip in temptation of said event.
It hadn't been easy though, when he'd come downstairs all… naked, for Rassilon's sake! That man could start a riot in a room full of blind people with his aura of sex drive! It had been nigh impossible when he was so hot under the collar to keep from just launching himself at the Time Lord and having frenzied bunny-sex in every room they could find. Which was a plan that had crossed his mind, but in the end the 'ignore his charm and appeal' routine won out as being more fun, and just a little vengeful.
Now… to initiate part two of the "Best Valentine's Day EVER" plan…
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The Master had searched in all the Doctor's trunks that he thought were hidden, and eventually found what he was looking for. He walked into the Doctor's private bathroom and prepared…
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The Doctor raced up to the top of the TARDIS, the very top, which was quite a ways and he always worked up a sweat getting there, but that was the point really… most people after his deepest, darkest secrets would give up before they got here. Rummaging through the rubbish heap that was his deepest, darkest secrets, he found the small bottle he was looking for, "Oh yes," he whispered, "there you are…"
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The bleach stung a little, but he felt it had to be done. As his newly blond hair dried he admired his still nude self in the mirror. He had gotten a little scruffy lately, partly because now he could go out in public and have less of a chance of being noticed, unless you looked twice, and partly because he knew the Doctor always found his facial hair to be sexy. No beard this time, beard wouldn't work with his new bone structure, but a little scruff… that definitely added something to his physique. With this thought, his ego perked up a little.
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The Doctor gave up running and just slid down the TARDIS banister all the way to the bathroom. That is, until the friction started to burn a hole in his pants and… it started to… rub him the wrong way… *ahem* So then he just gingerly walked the rest of the way down. He winced knowing how much more it was going to hurt in a few minutes, but… it had to be done.
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The Master toyed with the idea of stealing a black hoodie from the Doctor's closet, but… hell, he liked being nude and as long as he wasn't getting any, what did it matter? More depressed than he'd been in awhile, he turned on the TV and actually… started watching a documentary on the origination of the sonic screwdriver… oh Rassilon!
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The Doctor strode into the bedroom without any kind of warning, "Master, you remember that day when you licked me?" He hadn't turned round from shutting the door.
The Master's eyes widened in disbelief, no… he couldn't know! …could he?
"Yeah…" the Master answered, on edge.
The Doctor finally turned around, untying his tie in a very sexy way, "Well… turn about is fair play," he said with a devilish grin.
The Master's face said, "Guh…" in shock, but his eyes were slowly starting glow with an, "OH YES!"
"You see Master, the most important Valentine's Day tradition," he was sliding his coat off now, "is the candy."
The Master couldn't believe what he was hearing, but his body could, and it sat him up, erect, in all sorts of places…
The Doctor knelt, that amazingly charming leer still in place.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Master."
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February 15th
The day after Valentine 's Day, when all lonely people celebrate that it's over and all coupled people are awake for the dawning of.
"Doctor, I think some of my malice is rubbing off on you," the Master said much later in the night, possibly the morning.
The Doctor mumbled into the Master's shoulder, "Why'd'you say tha…?"
"That trick you played on me was cruel and you know it," the Master pouted.
The Doctor winked up at him, "Ah, but you got the present in the end, didn't you?"
The Master couldn't pout at that, he smiled gleefully.
"You realize this a tradition now?"
"Oh, wouldn't dream of it any other way, Master," the Doctor snuggled closer.