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Chapter List
- 1-The Name Game
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Author's Note: This story is set in no particular time, so don't bother me about specifics. It's sort of meant to be when the 10th Doctor has left Rose in the other dimension and is now by himself, which is referenced but pretty unimportant. The point is he's alone. And somehow the Master is there, not sure how that happened, just enjoy the damn story.

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THE NAME GAME

The Doctor sat on the floor of the TARDIS shower, letting the warmish water pour over him. He'd been that way for a good hour at least, his eyes staring far off into the distance and not moving a finger. Rose was off in that other dimension, he was traveling alone now, and he didn't like it in the least.

It was funny, really. He and the Master used to be such good friends, back when they were children. But the drums in his head had driven the Master insane. He still wanted to be with the Master. That's why he had wanted him on the TARDIS, well, aside from the threat of destruction of the universe. He wanted the Master to go back to the way he was, and the Doctor thought he could help.

Suddenly the door to the bathroom opened, and the Doctor blinked, startled. Who could have gotten inside without him knowing? I mean, sure, he was parked in the center of London recharging, but the door had been locked! The wavy glass that made up the door to the shower obscured the figure outside. The Doctor thought it was a man, not very tall, but dressed all in dark clothing.

The door slid open, and the Master grinned down at him.

The Doctor stared, uncomprehending, still unmoving, water still pouring off him. The Master couldn't be here…and yet he was?

"My dear little Doctor," said the Master, removing the hooded sweatshirt he'd been wearing, "it would appear you're in a bit of a slump. I think I can help you with that."

The Doctor stared as the red shirt that had been under the hood was stripped off, revealing the Master's torso. "How did you - where did you - what - what?!"

"Quiet, Doctor," the Master instructed, now removing the dark jeans, showing a tight white set of shorts underneath. "It doesn't matter how I got here, what matters is why. You've been hanging about the TARDIS for days, moaning and moping about Rose and everybody. The TARDIS feels that, did you know?" Without waiting for an answer, he stripped off the underwear, leaving himself absolutely naked in full view of the Doctor. "There is something I can do for you that will get you back on track and happily saving the universe again."

The Doctor had still not moved. The Master stepped into the shower, which was not, after all, a very big place, and he was quite naked. The Doctor, before he could stop himself, was staring directly at the Master's erection, pointed toward him, large and pulsing. After a moment the Doctor blinked and tried to shy away, to divert his eyes, but the Master grabbed his arms and pulled the Doctor forward, onto his knees. The Master then cupped the wretched man's chin and tipped his face upward.

"Who am I, Doctor?"

The Doctor was finding it hard to breathe. The water now cascaded over the Master's shoulders and dripped down his smooth skin. Had the small room gotten hotter? The Master was holding the Doctor up by his chin, his eyes piercing.

"Doctor, tell me. Who am I?"

The Doctor gasped, attempting to collect enough air to answer. "Master," he managed to say quietly, dumbly, unable to do much else.

"Louder, Doctor. Tell me who I am."

"You are - " gasping, " - the Master."

"Whose master, Doctor? Whose master am I?"

The Doctor's magnificent brain finally came out of its dull stupor. He saw what the Master was going to do, and he was, by all means, powerless to prevent it. He didn't want to prevent it. The Master was right. This was what the Doctor needed.

"My Master," he cried out with surprising force. Tears were flooding from his eyes now. "You are my Master!"

There was a moment of silence apart from the Doctor's sobs, and the Master crouched down so their eyes were level. "I am your Master, and I know what you need. You will obey me, and you will thank me for all that I do."

"Yes, Master," said the Doctor, his voice now a whimper. "Thank you, Master."

The Master, still holding the Doctor's chin, cupped the back of his head with the other and brought their faces together. They kissed, and it was hard to breathe for both of them. The Doctor was limp, being supported by the kiss, feeling the psychic connection surge between the two of them. He heard the drums that always echoed in the Master's head, and the sound synchronized with the beating of his hearts, and that of his Master's, and the sounds all became one and echoed low in their heads. The Master broke the kiss, caught his breath, and stood.

The Doctor was suddenly energized, and the Master did not have to direct him. The Doctor leaned forward and took the Master's hard cock into his mouth, something he had never actually done before but proceeded to do with great enthusiasm. His hands came up and stroked slowly down the Master's thighs, gliding with the aid of the water over his skin, over his hips and firmly gripping the Master's ass. He swallowed the whole cock, his tongue swirling back and forth to heighten each sensation for his beloved Master. He came up and ran his tongue all around the huge erection, running down and then sucking on the Master's substantial sack, earning a groan from above him. Pleased, the Doctor continued.

The Master could hardly believe the sounds coming from his own throat at the sensations the Doctor created. The Master had gotten head before, but it had never been like this. Their mental connection was throbbing with the sound of the drums and the heat of each other's pleasure. The Master found himself no longer despising the constant beat, but embracing it as it pulsed through his veins with the beats of his hearts. Unknowingly, he was thrusting his hips ever so slightly with the tempo. Through the foggy haze of pleasure, he grasped at consciousness enough to grab the Doctor's lovely hair and pull him back.

The Doctor's eyes immediately met the Master's, begging to be released back into the previous sensations. The Master responded by taking hold of the Doctor and dragging him to his feet. They kissed again, clutching each other, the Master invading the Doctor's mouth with his tongue and quickly earning dominance. He felt the Doctor go almost totally limp in his arms, and backed away from the kiss. This was not the time for the crush of sensation that would bring the old Doctor back to this deflated form. Not yet.

Instead, the Master reached around and found the soap, then began to wash every inch of the Doctor. He started at the top with his hair, sensually massaging the Doctor's skin and paying special attention to those spots that he knew would send that little shock through his little pet. He washed the Doctor's chest and played with his nipples until they were hard as pebbles, then pinched them between his fingers. The Doctor gasped and clutched at the Master's hands, but the Master just did it again, backing the Doctor against the wall of the shower for support. Now this was getting to the good parts.

As he drifted his fingers lower, he was pleased to see that the Doctor's erection rivaled his own. The Master passed the soap around and massaged the Doctor's rear and thighs, getting down on his knees to do the job properly. Keeping an eye on the Doctor's face - beautiful, his eyes clenched and his mouth open - the Master leaned in and quickly took the Doctor's member completely into his mouth, just once. As the Doctor cried out in surprise, the Master firmly gripped the base of the Doctor's cock to prevent the end from coming too soon, again. He proceeded to drive the Doctor's legs apart so that he could wash everything properly.

When that was done, he spent a good long time running his hands over the now-trembling Doctor, ensuring that all the soap was rinsed away. He then took hold of the Doctor's face again and guided him into a more controlled kiss, right under the stream of the shower. The Doctor wrapped his arms around the Master's waist, content to just follow his direction, trusting that the Master would help him become himself again.

Finally, the Master turned off the water. "There, now my little Doctor is nice and clean and ready to play with his Master." The Doctor's eyes widened with delight, and he happily let the Master take his hand and lead him out of the shower. There was another full rub-down with a towel, and then the Master led him, naked, back out into the TARDIS' bedroom. The TARDIS was wonderfully accommodating. The Master had had plenty of time for a look around it, and in all its secret closets and cupboards, before seeking out the Doctor, and the bedroom was now supplied with all the things that the Master needed for playing with his pet. The Master smiled to himself and led the Doctor toward the set of shackles that were now hanging from the ceiling and, appropriately, attached to the floor just beneath.

The Doctor was soon strapped in, almost surprised at how quickly it had happened. He was beginning to gain back some of his old thought processes, and he took stock of himself at the present: completely naked in his bedroom, shackled to the ceiling and floor in a sort of standing spread-eagle with no real movement possible, being now slowly circled and visually devoured by someone who had been his mortal enemy…who was also naked. What a day.

The Master liked what he saw. He returned to face the Doctor and kissed him again, this time not touching him except for their lips. The Doctor eagerly kissed back but it was brief. The Master now stepped away, to a black box on a table nearby.

"As children," he said quietly, "we were beaten into submission by our elders." He turned back to the rapt Doctor, now wearing black leather gloves and holding a riding crop. "It did no good for some of us," he commented, meaning both himself and the Doctor - in fact, they'd both secretly liked it. "Who am I?" he asked again of the very exposed time lord.

"You are my Master," said the Doctor, now in a clear and unhesitating voice.

The Doctor grinned. Now was his favorite part. "Very good, little pet." He then raised the crop and brought it down across the Doctor's chest. It made a satisfying thwack, and the Doctor gave a cry that was more of a moan. "Count them, my Doctor."

"One, Master."

Another thwack, across a thigh this time. "Aaagh! Two, Master."

Another, across the other thigh. A little harder this time. "AAUGH! Three, Master, thank you!"

"Good boy." Thwack. Thwack. The fourth and fifth fell across each bicep, the fifth and sixth on the Doctor's flat stomach. The seventh and eighth, again a little harder, fell directly on each hard nipple, bringing a sharper cry and a flood of thanks from the strung-up Doctor. The Master almost giggled as he laid another thwack on each nipple, nine and ten and more sobbing thanks, then he circled his prey and laid into his shapely back and bottom. Ten more, a little bit harder each time.

"AAAAGH! Twenty, Master! Thank you, Master, thank you!"

The Master circled back to the front of the Doctor, taking the time to stop by the black box again. He brought out what looked like a large construction nut, with no bolt. The Doctor was trembling again, hanging from his shackles, heaving with the effort it took to retain any measure of composure. The Master went to his aid, sliding the device over the Doctor's penis right to the base, where he pushed a button and two circular arms popped out. The Master tightened the arms around the Doctor's testicles and the base of the device around his throbbing erection, effectively removing the burden of self-restraint from the Doctor's shoulders. The Doctor gave a long moan as he felt the metal tighten, and shivered as he let go of himself almost entirely.

The Master kissed him again, thrusting his tongue between the Doctor's lips and claiming him again. The leather glove of his left hand wrapped around the Doctor's trapped cock, stroking slowly and torturously down the full length, pushing back the foreskin and squeezing the most sensitive head. The Doctor cried into the Master's mouth and bucked his hips forward to no effect. The Master smiled into the kiss, bringing his right hand around to slap the Doctor's ass hard. He loved the sound of the leather hitting flesh.

The Doctor jerked back from the kiss at this, his head tipping back as he continued to thrust his hips mindlessly against the Master. The Master took the opportunity to attach himself firmly to the Doctor's neck, sucking and biting, kissing and licking and leaving marks all along. He loved the feeling of power as he spanked the Doctor again and again, hard enough to leave a red imprint of his hand, his other hand still torturing the imprisoned cock. The Master rubbed his own cock against the Doctor's, shivering as he felt the metal device against his sensitive flesh as well as the Doctor's. He was almost ready to take the Doctor to completion, but not yet.

As the Doctor sobbed his ecstasy, the Master moved his oral attack down to the Doctor's chest. He switched hands so that the Doctor could feel his hand on both sides, and began assaulting the Doctor's nipples. He sucked on them, nibbled, bit and pulled them, not too hard but enough that the Doctor, particularly in this aroused state, would be driven mad with the need boiling in his groin. Indeed, the Doctor began speaking incoherently, begging the Master to give him more.

"Please, Master, please sir, please more, I need you…PLEASE!"

This last came with a particularly hard nip from the Master, and that was all the Master needed to hear. With one final spank, and a brief, fiery moment of lip contact, the Master retreated to the black box. He stripped the gloves and poured a generous handful of the special oil, the one that smelled of cinnamon. He applied it liberally to his cock while striding over to stand behind the violently shaking, pleading Doctor.

"I need you to try to relax, now, my pet," he cooed, spreading the Doctor's round cheeks and exposing the bud within. "This may hurt a little."

He slowly inserted an oil-covered finger into the Doctor's passage, hearing a loud gasp in return. He massaged the inner walls of his pet for a few moments, the cinnamon oil tingling pleasantly, before introducing a second and then a third finger. The Doctor started begging again, pleading the Master for more.

The Master obliged.

Standing close, he slipped his fingers out of the Doctor and immediately replaced them with the head of his penis. The Doctor shuddered and moaned, and the moan drew out longer as the Master slowly pushed inside of him. Between the sensations caused by penetration and the symphony of vocals that came from the Doctor, the Master was feeling feverish. He gripped the Doctor's hips and started thrusting in earnest, no longer taking it slow, knowing that the Doctor did not care if it hurt. The Doctor's cries came musically, in pattern with the thrusts and the one-two-three-four of the drumming heartbeat that they shared. It wasn't enough even then - the Master wrapped his arms around the Doctor and fumbled to release the cock ring, which dropped to the floor. The speed increased, with both of them thrusting in time with each other, one-two-three-four, one-two-three-four, one-two-three-four!

They came over the edge together, their bodies tensing and shuddering and bucking wildly. The Doctor's tortured cock spewed long streams of ejaculate out onto the floor in front of them, and the Master's did the same inside the Doctor. Their mental link pulsed and warmed, glowing and strong with the new physical connection they shared. It took a long time for them to come down.

The Doctor's eyes were closed as the Master let him go, then unlocked his shackles. The ankles were first, thankfully, because he was dangling from those around his wrists. Once he was free, he did nothing but lean against the Master for a minute or longer, inhaling the time lord's essence, feeling their conjoined heartbeats slow closer to normal.

Then he felt it - the TARDIS seemed to be pulsing beneath his feet. He felt a glow, not like he was going to regenerate, but like he felt when used to look at Rose. Only it was about a thousand times stronger, and all he could see, all he could think about, was the Master.

His body became alive. He held the other time lord away from him slightly, looking into his eyes. He saw the same spark he felt in himself, and could feel the new, vibrant energy pulsing between them. He let out a loud laugh and wrapped his arms around the Master again, kissing him hard and deep. He felt a little surprise from the other but no resistance. There was so much more! He didn't feel sad any more, he felt so alive!

He broke from the Master again, seized his hand, and started out of the bedroom and down the hallway.

"Where are you taking me?" asked the Master, laughing.

The Doctor let out another of his whooping laughs. They rounded the corner into the TARDIS infirmary. He half-dragged the Master to the examination table, with its various useful attachments, and ushered him onto it.

"What's going on here?" demanded the Master a little more firmly.

"Aha!" said the Doctor, quickly securing the Master's legs in place. "You helped me, and now I'm going to help you. Whether you like it or not." He paused, half-climbing atop the Master to kiss him briefly. "And I think you're going to like it," he finished, pushing the master down onto the table and securing his hands in place.

"What exactly did you have in mind?" the Master asked, a little unsure.

The Doctor climbed down and looked directly into the Master's eyes. "Who am I, Master?"

The Master's eyes widened. "You're…the Doctor," he said slowly, realizing.

"Louder, Master. Tell me who I am!"

The Master gasped, suddenly overwhelmed by the power coursing through their psychic connection. "You are the Doctor, my Doctor!" he exclaimed desperately.

"YES!" cried the Doctor, grabbing a white coat off a nearby rack and donning it. "I am the Doctor, you said it yourself, the man who makes people better!"

The Master stared, struck by how well the coat accented the Doctor's slim, stunning frame. "Please, Doctor…" he found himself saying.

The Doctor approached again, pulling a stethoscope off of a counter nearby. "Master, I'm going to examine you. Please lie as still as you can, and cooperate with my instructions."

The Master saw the glint in the Doctor's eye. "Yes, Doctor," he replied, and rested his head back, still watching the other man. The Doctor listened to each heart, his fingers just barely brushing the Master's nipples as he moved the scope around. The Master shivered. The Doctor listened to his lungs as well, skating the other hand across the nipples more purposefully now, eliciting heavy breathing from the Master.

"Good," said the Doctor, putting the stethoscope back and returning. He put on some latex gloves, and the snapping sounds it made sent more tremors over the Master's body. "Now I'm going to palpate your body to see if anything is out of place."

The Doctor started with the Master's neck, moving his fingers in gentle massaging circles, somehow seeming to hit all the sensitive pressure points that were sending more of the Master's blood south. The exam continued down to the chest, gentle and tantalizing, and again came to his nipples. The Doctor drew light circles around them, then pinched them lightly and tugged. The Master sucked in a breath through his teeth, the sensation intensifying as the Doctor held the nipples out and rolled them around a bit. In no time they were very hard. The Doctor proceeded downward, hitting more pressure points and bringing a sheen of sweat to the Master's skin. Skipping the groin area at first, the Doctor worked the skin of the Master's thighs more firmly, then adjusted the leg restraints so that his legs were spread far apart with his ass hanging over the edge of the table, accessible.

The Doctor continued the massage back up the Master's legs, digging into the flesh of his buttocks and pulling them apart slightly. As the Master panted lightly, the Doctor dug his fingers into the ring around the Master's entrance, causing a cry of surprise and a clenching of muscles. He ignored this and kept working until the tight ring relaxed, then the Doctor reached into a drawer and drew out some sterile lubricant. He added this to his fingers and began to probe gently at the Master's entrance, working diligently until he was totally relaxed.

"Very good," said the Doctor, reaching into the drawer again. "Now, this may feel a little cold."

He applied more lubricant and slipped the anal speculum into the Master. The time lord started in surprise but could do nothing to prevent the cold steel from penetrating him. At first it was only the width of a finger, but as the Doctor adjusted the tension, the Master felt his muscles being stretched farther than he thought they could be. His penis standing erect and begging for attention, the Master was beginning to lose his control again.

"Doctor, please - "

"Hush, little Master," said the Doctor in a very professional tone. "This is a necessary procedure."

He proceeded to open the Master even wider, to the Master's mingled dismay and pleasure. The Doctor glanced at the Master's cock and decided he'd better control that before going any further. He crossed the room and, from another drawer, pulled out a leather strap with a metal clasp device attached. It was a tourniquet - he wrapped it around the Master's cock and pulled it tight, closing off the possibility of premature completion, as the Master had done to him. As an added measure, he bound the Master's testicles with a tight gauze bandage.

"Now," he sighed contentedly, smiling down at his hopelessly struggling lover, "where were we?"

He went to the nearby sink and filled a large bowl with warm water and a mild soap. He then dug in a drawer for a very special cleansing device, like a long rubber tube with a bulb in the middle. He took these back to the Master, grinning a little stupidly at the wide hole that greeted him. He could tell that the Master didn't feel as giddy, but he would soon change that.

"You are going to be cleansed," he told his patient, settling himself back between the Master's legs with everything he needed on a tray nearby. "This is essential for your healing, and you must do everything I say."

"Yes, Doctor," came the weak answer.

The Doctor applied the lubricant to the nozzle end of the tube and pumped some liquid through to fill it. He then pushed that end deep into the Master's stretched rectum, bringing forth a pitiful cry, and then removed the speculum. That cry was louder, as the Master's muscles attempted to retreat as quickly as possible to their original configuration.

"You bastard!" cried the Master, writhing a little in a fruitless attempt to escape. "I am your Master, when I get out of here, you'd better run for your damn life, you - "

He was cut off by the Doctor inserting a large, O-shaped gag into his mouth and strapping it behind his head. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to use that," said the Doctor sadly, "but I can't have you calling me names, can I?" He tightened the straps and kissed the Master's forehead. "Perhaps later, if you're good, I'll take it off again."

There was a wordless moan of protest, but the Doctor had already returned to his position. He proceeded to pump all of the warm, soapy water from the bowl into the Master's body. For the Master, this was an entirely new sensation and he wasn't sure he liked it at first, but as the warm liquid cascaded around the corners of his lower bowels, he found himself relaxing and accepting it fully.

"That's a good boy," said the Doctor, noticing this. He continued to pump until the bowl was empty, then quickly replaced the nozzle with a silicon plug shaped like a bulbous figure 8. He looked up and saw the Master still panting, a bit more heavily. "That will just be a few minutes," he said, strolling back up to look into his patient's face. "Shall I help distract you a bit?"

There was a very affirmative "mmm" sort of sound, and the Doctor climbed back up on the table. "Now, be a good boy and say ahh…"

It was very impossible for the Master to say otherwise. The Doctor fed his hard cock through the hole in the gag, and the Master attacked it with his tongue. The Doctor moaned and thrust, forcing the Master to take him deeply, the white coat fluttering around them with his movement. The Master was very, very frustrated with being able to do so little, but he tried his best to focus on caressing the Doctor's member with his tongue, and tried not to focus on his swollen lower belly.

The Doctor abruptly pulled away before the Master could bring him to completion, and dismounted from the table. He then immediately began to give the same service to the Master's imprisoned cock, sucking on it hard in the way that the Master was not able to do for him. The Master howled through his gag. The Doctor knew how he felt - the pleasure in his groin was causing him to clench all his muscles, including those around the plug that kept him full of liquid. There was no other feeling like it.

Finally the Doctor deemed that the Master had waited long enough, and detached his legs from the table. The Master glared hotly at him as the gag was undone next, but said nothing when his mouth was free. As the Doctor undid his hands, the Master remained on the table, suddenly unsure of the effect that moving would have on his bowels. The Doctor knew this, and caressed his face gently with the gloves. "You'll be fine until you remove that plug, trust me." And the Master did trust him.

The Doctor helped the Master off the table, and he found that he was still not entirely free. His legs were hobbled together, and the Doctor secured his wrists together in the front. He looked at the Doctor with frustration and got another kiss in return. When they broke, he said, "You'll be the death of me."

The Doctor smiled, stripping the gloves and the white coat, and replied, "No, you're going to live."

They made their way to the bathroom again, where the Doctor allowed the Master to eliminate the cleansing solution. Then it was immediately back into the shower, and this time the Doctor washed and caressed every inch of the Master. When he knelt to attend to the Master's lower area, he carefully undid the tourniquet and bandage from the Master's manhood, earning a groan of pleasure and pain as the blood flow returned. The Doctor massaged the area, then took the whole thing into his mouth again. The Master groaned again and secured his grip in the Doctor's hair once more. This time, he was sure….

But no, the Doctor stood after only a few moments of bliss, swatting the Master's hands away. He then turned the Master around, forcing him against the wall, and spreading his legs by thrusting a thigh through them. It was a short time then until the head of the Doctor's erection was penetrating the Master's still-stretched entrance, and with the water cascading over them again, he began to thrust.

It was different this time. There was no rhythm, the thrusts were completely random. There were a few long, slow strokes, a quick few, then long and slow again, then equally deep but quick. There was no one-two-three-four. The connection between them was just as strong, if not stronger, but it did not resonate in that infernal tempo. Instead, the Master heard a symphony made up of their hearts beating far too rapidly to count, the softer sounds of the water hitting their skins, and the sounds made by their bodies colliding and rubbing. On top of it all was the Doctor, his moan of pleasure almost a song in itself. Hundreds of tiny little beats, all crashing in on him at once, faster and faster until the crescendo hit, and the two of them broke into shuddering spasms. The Master, flush with the wall, his bound hands braced above his head and his bound legs spread as far apart as they could be. The Doctor, completely flush with the Master, emptying what felt like his soul into the other man. The shower rinsed away everything that had been, casting it all down the drain.

The Master collapsed. The Doctor caught him, turned off the shower, and undid the bonds that held him. He was alive, just unconscious, and the Doctor wrapped his lover in a dry towel before lifting and carrying him back to the bedroom. He was amazed at how tired he was as well, and as he finished patting the other time lord dry, he thought he might just slip into the bed beside him for a bit of a rest.

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It was the next morning when they woke, both at the same time. They looked at each other, and it had not been a dream. A moment passed, realization dawning over the Master's face.

"The drums," he barely breathed. "They're gone…I can't hear them any more!"

His eyes, in tears, locked on the Doctor's. He then seized him and kissed him hard, desperately. When they broke, he said only, "Thank you, my Doctor."

The Doctor grinned, gazing fondly at him. "Thank you, my Master."

They both laughed, and then the Doctor said, "So…where shall we go today? All of time and space, all that ever was and ever will be…where do you want to go first?"

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A/N: So? Comments plz. Also thinking of introducing Jack to this...you know, the Captain. Let me know. -erik
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