Title: Nowhere To Run
Pairing: Tenth Doctor/The Master
Fandom: Doctor Who
Prompt: Prompt: 5, Lost Haven
Author's Note: Continuation of Heavy Metal.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the Tenth Doctor or the Master. Please do not sue.
***The Doctor didn't want to take his eyes from the Master; something told him that if he did, the other man would make some movement to take him by surprise. He'd done it far too often in the past, and the Time Lord wasn't going to take that chance now.
But he couldn't turn his head to watch the other man when the Master walked behind him; all he could do was let his muscles tighten, straining his senses to hear what might be happening even if he couldn't manage to see it.
He had to bite down savagely on his lower lip to keep from crying out when he felt the Master's hand resting on the small of his back, then moving down to caress the curve of his ass. He hated that touch on his skin, the proprietary air of it.
That searching hand slipped between his slender thighs from behind, cupping his balls and rolling them between long, cool fingers. The Doctor had to clench his fists in the cuffs above his head to force himself into silence and stillness, his nails digging into his palms.
"Well done, Doctor," the Master whispered into his ear, making him flinch. He hadn't expected those words, so soft, so close. "I know you want to show some reaction, but you're keeping yourself from doing it. Admirable self-control."
The Doctor didn't turn his head in the direction of that voice, as hard as it was not to do so. He stared straight ahead of him, blinking a few times, determined not to acknowledge that anything the Master did was affecting him in any way.
"You know that you can't keep this up forever," the Master whispered, his warm breath almost a caress against the Doctor's skin. "Sooner or later, you're going to break, Doctor. And I'll watch every second of that breakdown and revel in it."
"You won't break me," the Doctor hissed through his teeth, goaded beyond his ability to keep quiet. "I haven't broken for you before, and I won't do it this time. You might as well give up, Master. You're not going to get what you want. You should know that by now."
"Ah, but I have something on my side that I've never had before, Doctor," the Master intoned, his voice becoming more of a sibilant hiss as he spoke. "I have the Tardis on my side. She doesn't belong to you any more. She's mine now. Mine to command."
The Doctor tried not to react to those words, but he couldn't stop a cold chill from tracing its way down his spine. He knew the truth of those words all too well; there was a conspicuous empty space in his mind where his ship had always been before.
If the Master had managed to completely sever the bond between himself and Tardis, it was possible that the other man had already won this battle of wills. Without the Tardis, there was a chink in the Time Lord's armor that would only grow wider until it was ripped away.
But there was always a chance that he could find out just what had been done and get the Tardis back to his side, the Doctor reasoned, refusing to let himself panic. She had never forsaken him before, and he couldn't imagine her doing so now.
Still .... the Doctor swallowed hard, hoping that the Master didn't notice him doing so. Without the support of the Tardis, he was much more vulnerable. And if the Master had indeed twisted her into doing his bidding, there was no telling what could happen.
The Tardis had always been his haven, his safe place to be. She had been his home, his refuge, the one place in the universe where he felt completely safe. And now, it seemed that the Master had ripped that haven away from him.
If he'd lost the haven of the Tardis, he was literally homeless. He would lose much more than merely the place he'd thought of as his home and his refuge for so many centuries; he would lose an integral part of himself, a part that had never been meant to be torn away.
There was a strange bond between the two of them; it had been looked at askance by Gallifreyans, but he'd always been thought of as a rebel, an outcast. It hadn't seemed strange to them after a while that he should bond with a Tardis; they'd accepted it as just another of his peculiarities.
But the Master had always been fascinated by that bond. He'd demanded to know so many times how it had come about, and why it had happened. The Doctor had never explained it to him -- mainly because he hadn't quite known how to do so.
He really couldn't explain that bond, even to himself. It wasn't something that he had planned, or even tried to achieve. It had just .... happened. He and the Tardis had somehow formed a partnership that had lasted for centuries, and had never been broken.
What would he do without that bond to sustain him, especially when he didn't have a companion by his side? The panic that he'd felt at the Master's words rose in him again; it was so strong that he was almost sure the other man could feel it.
"You've lost your ship, Doctor," the Master continued, his fingers continuing to play with the Time Lord's testicles. His other hand moved around the Doctor's slender waist to grasp his cock, stroking his thumb back and forth over the tender tip.
"She's mine, and she'll stay that way. I can release her dark side, Doctor -- a side that you've never brought out. You probably didn't even know it existed," the Master breathed into his ear, the movements of his hands increasing in speed.
The Doctor squeezed his eyes shut, trying his best to block the sound of those words in his ears. With the physical stimulation and the effect that those words were having on him rolled into one, he was on the verge of becoming a writhing, begging mess.
The Master was right about one thing. He hadn't known that the Tardis had a dark side; he'd known that the ship could become irritated and even angry, but he hadn't realized that she had a dark side to what she was -- a side that had the potential to harm him.
"She has a sensual side, Doctor," the Master continued, abruptly moving his hands and ceasing to fondle the Time Lord's body. "A side that's always wanted you, even though she's never been able to indulge in it. But I'm giving the freedom to do just that."
"Wh-what?" The Doctor bit his lip as soon as the word was out of his mouth; he hadn't intended to say anything, but the Master's assertion had surprised him to the point where he hadn't been able to force himself to stay silent.
A sensual side? Surely the Master couldn't be serious. Yes, the Tardis was a sentient being in many ways; she had been grown, not built, and her bond with him proved that she was capable of feeling. But surely not in the way that the Master was implying.
"Oh, yes, Doctor," the Master breathed, leaning close to the Time Lord again. "She's always been a part of you in some ways -- and now that you've regenerated into an uncommonly lovely body, she wants you in .... more tangible ways."
The Doctor couldn't keep back the shudder that ran through his body; he didn't want to think about what the Master was insinuating, what the Tardis could be capable of now that this maniac had twisted her into something that she was never meant to be.
The other man's hands had primed his body; he was trembling not only with the fear that was starting to flood his senses, but with a desire that he couldn't hold back. It would have been apparent to anyone who looked at him that he was painfully aroused.
As though the Master was reading his mind -- which he could very well be, the Doctor told himself -- his words fell into the silence that surrounded the two men. "She wants you, Doctor. As much as I do. And I'm sure you're aware of how much I want you."
The Doctor's breath caught in his throat, his dark eyes widening as the full import of the Master's words came to him. The thought frightened him more than anything else possibly could; his blood seemed to turn to ice coursing through his veins.
If the Tardis wanted him, and the Master had released a dark side that he hadn't known she possessed -- what was she capable of doing to him? And more importantly, would it destroy the bond that had always existed between them if he managed to escape from this situation?
The Master had stepped away from him; the Doctor could hear him whispering, apparently talking to the Tardis. He strained his ears to hear what was being said, but it was impossible; the construction of this room made sound seem to bounce off the walls.
All that he could do was stand here, his body taut and tense in his bonds, and wait for whatever was going to happen. He had indeed lost the one haven that he'd always been able to rely on; he was more alone than he had ever been, with nowhere to run for help or protection.