A short plot bunny I couldn't get rid of. Master/Doctor

A small one-shot, with a joke at the end.

They were both a bit drunk. They must have been drunk, because he'd never have danced with him if he was sober. And he definitely wouldn't have stayed on when the tango started.

It was the way he smiled, and raised his eyebrows, just a little, but it was enough. That's all either of them needed. That's all either of them had ever needed. The challenge.

So he had smiled back, and put his hand on his waist. And let him grab his other hand, and put it on his shoulder. Because he'd never have let him lead. That wasn't his style.

They really got into it, had hijacked the dance floor, making a show of it, more risque and challenging, but neither stopping. You don't stop 'till the song's over, and then you play the next one.

So when they built up to the climax, in the middle of the room, sweat on their brows and their body's inches apart, when he dipped him, the dying chords of the tune hanging in the air.

And he kissed him.

It was short, but full of passion, and power. It was full of promise, and expectation, and demand. And the constant challenge.

But when he pulled back, his eyes were full of a different mix. Fear, hesitance, and a vulnerability he'd only seen once, and had tried to forget, because he couldn't be. Vulnerable meant he could be hurt. He could be killed. And he doubted he could live without him. Again.

They stared at each other, the silence, so thick you could cut a knife in it. Which was broken by someone dropping their glass. It made them look up.

They must have been drunk, because he'd never have danced with him if he was sober. And he definitely wouldn't have stayed on when the tango started.

And he definitely wouldn't have done it in 1954.

"Ah." The amazed looks of the people gathered around the edges of the dancefloor, and the angrier ones from the tougher, older, and more drunken men in the background gazed back at them. He pulled him out of the dip and they stood, looking at the stunned masses.

"I suppose you guys aren't quite ready for that kind of thing yet." It was the only thing he could think of to say. And of course, his sparring partner had to up the stakes.

"But your kids are gonna love it." It was the single most unhelpful thing anyone could of thought of to say. And the fact it made him laugh didn't help matters.

"Run?" he asked, looking into his eyes, and seeing his own expression of anticipation coupled with fear and laughter mirrored back. And all it took was another raised eyebrow, the smile, and the new challenge.

"Run." And they ran, hand in hand, the ignorant running after them, jeering and yelling at them, not noticing their quarry didn't care.