Kiss an Tell... Me You Love Me

Title: Kiss and Tell... Me You Love Me

Author: Demon

Rating: T under HEAVY RESTRAINT, THIS WAS ACHIEVED (you'll see)

Warning: canon!abuse aka I M N UR FANDOM, MESSIN' WI' YER CANON

Summary: Lots of kissing.  Not so much bending timelines.  SOME obscurity... or at least obscurity in my writing. So... 2 out of the 3 requests... good enough, yes?



Kissing the Doctor, the Master found, was always a heady, thrilling, and completely delicious experience that he just couldn't get enough of.  No matter what the regeneration, no matter what the situation beforehand or after, a day when he got a kiss from the Doctor was a Good Day.  Actually, it was technically classified as a Very Good Day, but he didn't want to look like he had low standards.

Almost every regeneration that he had come in contact with had bestowed him one kiss and it was remarkable how they compared to each other, the different styles, the different pretexts as NOT ONE OF THEM had ever deigned to take full responsibility for his actions, whither the excuse was from 'LOOK! A DISTRACTION!' to 'oh he's unconscious so he won't remember', every single one had found a pretext besides, 'I just wanted to'.  And this mildly dampened their secret, back-passage-way-when-the-doors-are-locked romance and FRUSTRATED the Master to no end, but... after all these years, he'd honestly gotten so desperate, he'd take what he could get.

The first time he found him after the initial separation... it was EMBARRASSING how strong the attraction still was, but even having the regeneration forced out of him, he'd manage to come out looking even BETTER than before.  Of course, he'd been slightly addled by nerves on that first meeting, which was his entire excuse for not quite finding his breath when he first saw him.  

But, to his great satisfaction, the Doctor almost seemed PLEASED to see him and... wait, did he... did he just... was he FLIRTING with him?!  Yes, the Master was very pleased with how this new regeneration treated him and how... damned COMPATIBLE they were.  During his OWN self-induced exile on Earth, he managed to work with the Doctor on several occasions and even a master of self-denial such as the Doctor couldn't be completely ignorant of how SMOOTHLY things went when they agreed to work together... Oh dear, he DID have a most terrible crush on that regeneration and every plan then was shamefully obviously a design to ensnare him.  But he couldn't stop himself; the Doctor could wiggle from his grasp just as neatly as he himself slid from the fingers of UNIT.

But FINALLY after ALLOWING himself to be caught by UNIT and finding it was much more convenient this time to not try to escape his rather posh prison, for Earth, he had a VERY Good Day.  Not ONLY did the Doctor come visit him, offer to help, and then indulge in some VERY provocative fencing, but once the Master had caught up with him again, he talked him into helping with his transmitter to summon the Silurian relatives.  Everything was going perfectly smoothly, the Doctor had even grown comfortable enough to TOUCH him without flinching terribly, when he suggested a test and everything went wrong.  

This only registered for a few seconds though because after those few seconds the Doctor had him bodily pressed against the table and was kissing him thoroughly.  For a sadly wasted moment, the Master just sat there in shock, not so much that the Doctor was kissing him, he'd been waiting for THAT since they found each other again, but that he'd chosen here and now.  And if he hadn't been so distracted by the Doctor's teasing, like everything else about him, tongue in his mouth, he might have realized why that was.  Unfortunately, if there was one asset the Doctor had it was that at the BEST of times he had the Master's full attention and this was far and away beyond the so-called 'best' of times.  Without thinking, the Master moaned into it, having longed for this for SO long, and pulled him closer, fingers winding into his hair, grabbing that ridiculously sensual velvet coat.  He could feel the Doctor smirking against his lips and so rolled pointedly against him for revenge.  This elicited the desired reaction of a small gasp and the Doctor's continued ministrations on his mouth slowly working their way across his beard, which tickled deliciously, down his neck.

He was beginning to contemplate actually having sex right here on the floor of the storeroom in the presence of their bamboozled guard, when the Doctor suddenly pulled away.  And not in a coy, coquettish, 'chase me' way.  No, but right out of the whole situation and the Master suddenly realized that he had been duped and more so, left breathless and heaving by the very bastard thing of his every desire.  He deftly reached for the switch on the wall with one hand and shut the damn thing off, unable to really be furious with him, still in the aftershock of his kiss, and unwilling to look weak and just leave him to work on the damn thing himself.  As that would look like running away to lick his wounds... which it would have been.  However, as he turned back, the Doctor's color was a little high and there was a sparkle in his eyes that indicated that he may have enjoyed that more than he thought he would, in which case... there was just the SLIGHTEST chance... and on the spot the Master formulated a new game plan.

That... obviously hadn't worked out, though it did... sort of... for a time... But in the end he was aged and fried and broken beyond repair and had to steal a new body to even function correctly.  It wasn't his own, but there was something not entirely distasteful to his Traken borrow.  

His next kiss, however, was shortly after that acquisition.  As the Doctor futilely tried to both save the universe AND himself he had managed to snag his RIDICULOUSLY long scarf (lord Rassilon, how long had he been KNITTING that thing?) on the walkway.  And the Master, with all the grace of a great booby (wish I could say pun not intended), tripped and nearly fell flat on his face if the Doctor, perhaps realizing he was at the end of his life and wouldn't have another opportunity, quickly turned back, just long enough to brush his lips...

Or not...

Indeed the slight kiss rather became something of an awkward tangle of hair and hands, velvet and leather against wool and curls, pressing down on him.  The Master WOULD have deigned to enjoy it too and give up taking over the universe, if his life wasn't a little bit threatened in that position and he was still quite mad at the Doctor.  He didn't really fancy this one anyway, eyes too wide and too many teeth... the hair was a plus and his deep voice COULD have been quite seductive, if he'd only cared to remember a thing or two his LAST regeneration could do with his voice... but apparently this Doctor was staunch in his non-flirtation, save this once, and the Master, being busy reeking vengeance on everything in the cosmos, couldn't be bothered to seduce him properly until that was taken care of.  

That wasn't to say he wasn't still obsessed, far from it, but... for once, his priorities were a little straighter.  And holding onto this, the Master shoved him off to destroy him at last, for the first and final time...

So... given that he had offed his last regeneration, the new Doctor was rather cool towards the Master's insinuations of renewing their long lost relationship... particularly the sex bit... the Master found that this new regeneration, which wasn't technically, but still was, was particularly sexually driven... he found he could scarcely go five minutes without a sexual thought.  He was ALMOST as bad as a... as a... as one of those sodding, stupid HUMAN males!  How ODIOUS!

And thus the constant come-ons weren't ENTIRELY his fault.  And this new regeneration of the Doctor's was VERY pretty.  Exceptionally pretty.  So wretchedly, ravishable (not ravishING, ravishABLE) pretty that it made the Master ACHE for him.  The overwhelming innocence in those clear blue eyes was sickening and BEGGED to be twisted and twirled into dark desire.  The pouting pink lips, surrounded by pale, flawless skin needed bruising from his kisses and the skin needed a hard rose flush from his touch.  NEEDED, the Doctor looked incomplete without these...

But the Doctor seemed ignorant of this blatant fact and ignored him thoroughly, provoking the Master into more and more obvious attempts at seduction, but to no avail.  Until, in the most unlikely place of all, he found succor.  

The Time Lords, of all the peoples of all the planets of ALL the galaxies, THE most unlikely people to help him, provided him with a PLATINUM opportunity to not only seduce HIS Doctor properly, but ALL of them.  He would be a FOOL not to take it.  Sure, he spun it out, demanding freedom and wealth and other such fail safes, but... form the second the Lord President told him he had to rescue the Doctor, he was in, he was chewing at the bit to go plot properly, actually, would they EVER shut up...

Oozing self-confidence, he first tried an old flame, the Doctor's third.  Oh, he had been SO fond of that regeneration... unfortunately he was still irked over that Dalek affair, like it had ended any better for HIM, and the Doctor was as insufferable a tease as ever and twice as wry.  With that maddening set back, the Master decided to skip over his Fourth entirely and go straight for his most precious goal, the fifth Doctor.

And he was mouth-wateringly defenseless, yet so coy, when he found him... unfortunately, the unshakeable belief that he could get HIMSELF out of his OWN PROBLEMS was contagious and this regeneration stubborn believed it too.  And to make matters worse, he managed to fall unconscious.

However, fortuitously, the fifth incarnation was a particularly guilt-ridden Doctor and just couldn't bear to LEAVE the Master there like that... all knocked out and unknowing... and he was TRYING to help, he could just... while nobody was looking, it didn't matter if he broke his cardinal rule just this once, did it?  Not if he was unconscious and wouldn't even FEEL it, much less remember... the Doctor joked with himself, trying to hush the pounding of his hearts as he gently lowered his lips to the Master's.  

The kiss was brief and soft but... it was a kiss.  The Doctor knew he deserved more, but... more risked waking him up... more risked complicating things... more was a very, very dangerous concept for the Doctor at that moment, so standing up shakily, he abandoned the Master and tried not to think of how he had similarly abandoned him so many long, long years ago.

But the Master, even unconscious, was EERILY perceptive of the Doctor and he had felt it and what's more he did remember.  He could remember how soft and gentle the Doctor's mouth was, how his hand had absently brushed his beard, resting slightly on his cheek, how his hair had fallen over his face, tickling the Master's eyelids...

The Master woke up shortly thereafter, his lips still buzzing from the contact.  Tenderly, careful to savor it, he licked his lips slowly.  It was faint, but the Doctor's taste was still there... and it was everything he'd ever wanted... If he'd been obsessed with the Doctor before, he was now DEAD SET ON HAVING HIM IF HE HAD TO SELL HIS SOUL FOR IT.  Which was a cliché earth term, but the meaning was potent enough, he'd sell his living essence for one tryst with his Doctor.

And he nearly did.

Of course though, given that it was ONLY under those circumstances that that Doctor would deign to kiss him, the rest of his seduction techniques were all promptly refused and rejected.  Eventually to the point of burning him to death just to get away.  The Master was not best pleased about that one.

However, as upsetting as that regeneration was, the next was... remarkably poor at diverting his advances.  The Master was almost positive that underneath that ridiculous coat he was more than willing to ACCEPT them... which nearly made him laugh when he thought about it.  The last Doctor must have been so strung up about killing him that this regeneration couldn't help being more accepting.  Well, serves him right for going and doing a thing like that...

But, after the initial confrontation with this new version and, satisfying though it was, he did not have an opportunity to properly seduce him until the clashing idiot got himself put on trial.  Which, for Time Lords, usually meant certain death.  The Master soaked in his smug position of being able to save the Doctor as soon as he chose to.  Oh, the Doctor was going to owe him greatly for this one.

"I'm surprised to see you actually helping for once," the Doctor pouted, addressing the Master after everyone had exited the TARDIS.

"My dear Doctor," the Master grinned, partly because he'd used his old favorite term of affection and partly because he was just so GOOD at that predatory grin in this regeneration, "I was hardly going to let my greatest enemy die at the hands of someone else, was I?  Especially yourself."

"Humph," the Doctor continued pouting, stepping a shade closer, "you know I don't know how you worked out that the Valeyard is me and I don't think I want to know."

The Master leaned against the console, smirking, "Elementary, my dear Watson," he quipped an old Earth character, "But Doctor, you know I wouldn't help you just to help you... you owe me quite a bit for... saving your life, actually."  The Master leaned closer with a familiar leer.

The Doctor bristled predictably, but he couldn't restrain his blush nor the excited gleam in his eyes, "I don't know what you're talking about, I owe you nothing!  I was doing just fine on my own!"

The Master raised a skeptical eyebrow, but bit his tongue, he knew this Doctor well, and knew that he would unravel his own defense if given enough time.

The Doctor glared at him petulantly, "Okay, fine, I admit I was having a little difficulty, but I wasn't to the point of asking your help!"

The Master straightened up and leaned away slightly, still eyeing him skeptically, biting his lip to keep from breaking into a grin.

The Doctor, without realizing he was doing it, leaned after him, "And maybe I did need support from my friends, but I still didn't need you to go-"

And right there the Master grabbed him and snogged him violently.  This Doctor's subtext was different from the other Doctor's but it was as loud as his clothes and it was screaming, 'KISS ME ALREADY!'

"Yes, you do need me, Doctor," the Master whispered when he let up, stroking the Doctor's flushed face with the back of his gloved hand.

"Alright, I needed you," the Doctor conceded, eyes glazed slightly, "now shut up and kiss me again." And the Doctor shoved him against the console and took control of this kiss, shoving his tongue into the Master's mouth desperately.

He may not be as pretty as the last regeneration, but at least he could admit what he wanted, the Master thought to himself.  

Sadly, the Master didn't see much of that regeneration after that.  Not that he didn't see a LOT of him on that occasion, which mostly made up for it.  After that the Master got himself stuck on a feline planet, which was worrisome because the atmosphere tended to infect one's DNA and alter it to that of, say, a cheetah.  Fortunately though, the cheetahs did possess a curious built-in vortex manipulator and could jump from their planet to others.  So after a few trial and errors, the Master found earth again and it was only a matter of time until he saw the Doctor again.

He had regenerated into a brunette again, the Master wasn't sure if he preferred this over the blondes, but he was shorter, for once, and the Master enjoyed that thoroughly.  The Master tried to explain to the Doctor about his predicament of being stuck on the cheetah planet and how it was dying but, as usual, the Doctor assumed he was up to something more than an innocent plea for help, so the Doctor did nothing but spin out the planet's lifetime, not noticing how it slowly ate away at the Master's resistance, weakening after weeks being stuck here, until the planet was burning up around them in their final confrontation.

And the Master found himself perched above the struggling Doctor, pinning him against the almost sacrificial rock, like a virgin waiting to be defiled.  The virus seeping into his DNA set pounding in his head, urging him to hunt, to go for the kill.  But his prey was here, beneath him, right where he wanted him...

With a low growl the Master dipped his head to the Doctor throat, sucking hard.  The Doctor gasped, struggling harder now, it made the Master want him more, the way he struggle fruitlessly.  He pressed down on him harder, one large hand, beginning to become paw-like, latched onto his throat and held him in place while he ripped into that ridiculous question mark jumper with one dark claw.

The Doctor wheezed, his Adam's apple bobbing against his palm, it made the Master giddy.  "Oh, this is ridiculous," the Doctor was saying, "you aren't really going to..."  The Master snarled hungrily, less patiently ripping one long path through his shirt down to his pants, graciously missing his flesh.  "Evidently you are," the Doctor gulped as the Master licked briefly across his face before kissing him sloppily.  If the Doctor was honest, he really didn't mind.  After all, the man was clearly out of control and this was better than him trying to—hey, ouch, that hurt!

After that *ahem* interesting encounter, the Master saw him again in a new regeneration from a different body that still wasn't his, but didn't have a chance to reacquaint himself until dying AGAIN and then being resurrected in the chaos of the Time War.  In fact, the Doctor himself had been there for it, he dimly recalled.  Good, then the Time Lords had bothered to get proper memories of him as well as the Matrix biodata for the resurrection.  

This new regeneration of the Doctor's was SO pretty... he had innocent blue eyes like his fifth... he'd caught glimpses of him a few times, running down the halls of the citadel.  The Doctor was kept mostly on planet to keep him from running, while he was almost always shipped OFF planet, the Master was sure the High Council was gambling that though he had a higher chance of breaking away on a longer leash, there was also a higher chance of him causing unprecedented amounts of havoc if he STAYED at the capital, plus they needed him out on the front lines.  

So, on one of his few reprieves between... missions, he detested the word, he of course took up the invitation to do just that.  Between sending fake reports of terrible losses and accidents to mess with the high council, insisting that he couldn't go out yet given his unimpeachable week of leave, he managed to catch the Doctor.  Actually, he'd walked up and down the hall where he was stationed until he banged open the door long enough for the Master to grab hold of him and kiss him mid-sentence while spinning him around and pressing him against the wall, much to the utter horror and shock of the lackey who'd been walking with him.  Good, he'd better make it known in short order that, despite a brief absence, the Doctor was still THOROUGHLY owned.  

"Oh," the Doctor gulped, staring at him nervously, twitching under his fingers.

"You haven't been avoiding me, now, have you, Doctor?" the Master asked silkily, absently running his fingers through the Doctor's locks.

"No, I have been rather busy, what with there's a war going on and..." the Master was bored listening to him, and pressed down on him to keep him silent, expertly, tangling his tongue with the Doctor's in a way that was sure to leave him wordless for at least a few breaths this time.

"Bed," the Master growled, "now."

The Doctor winced slightly and tried to peer over his shoulder and the lackey, trying to urge him to go.  The Master chuckled, pulling him forward towards his, fortunately, rather near rooms, "And you can tell me all about how much you missed me on the way."

And the last time the Doctor had kissed him he, sadly, wasn't entirely there for it.  Or rather, he realized the SIGNIFICANCE of it after the fact, since he'd been sort-of... HUMAN, at the time.  During the Time War he'd run off and made himself human and had eventually found himself on the last planet of refugees searching for utopia at the end of the universe.  And quite be coincidence, the Doctor, in a brand new, spiky-haired, tight-suited, positively BOUNCY regeneration, ended up there too.

His human self had been working on sending the last humans to this utopia, but hadn't quite got it working... alright, the bloody thing would never take off if you attached as many helium balloons to it as there had been stars in the universe, but he had been TRYING.  Of course, then the Doctor showed up, waved his shiny, blue sonic screwdriver about, and shazam, it worked.  At the time, he'd thought it was unbelievably brilliant.

There was a funny thing about this regeneration as well, he seemed very engrossed with his own brilliance and... was showing off a bit, his human self, called Professor Yana, had the strangest idea that it was for him.  He also felt it was an incredible compliment when the Doctor deigned to call him a "genius" and even admitted to admiring him.  

But the affection blossoming in the Doctor's hearts, for reasons he claimed were merely scientific, didn't end there.  As they sorted out the plans and inventions and engines and energy, the Doctor came over with a fond sense of déjà vu from doing this with a very different man under very different circumstances long ago...

"And now that the boost-reversal circuit is working," Professor Yana was saying, with a nod to the Doctor, "the footprint will be able to..." And right there, in the middle of his sentence, the Doctor kissed him.  It was a good, long kiss that the Doctor refused to relinquish until he'd had his fill.  It was so... refreshing and completely WONDERFUL, to find a man who was every bit a brilliant as he was and warm and caring and selfless who he could... keep.  If he wanted, he wasn't going to let him stay here to die, of course not, a man that brilliant?  Never.  Eventually the Doctor gasped away.

Captain Jack stared, gobsmacked, and whistled, not that either of them heard.

Professor Yana looked up at him, eyes bright, "What was that for?"

"You're just... so amazing Professor Yana and I just had to let you know that.  I... think I adore you, just a little bit, yeah," the Doctor grinned, his smile bright and toothy and infectious, "oh, was that wrong?  Do you not want me to do that again?" He frowned suddenly, stepping back a bit.

"No, no... whenever you feel the need," Professor Yana smiled up at him.

Oh... yes, the Doctor thought, yes he was definitely keeping this one.