stalemated | And spend the rest of my life, imprisoned, with you.

"Hush. Hush, Koschei." The Doctor's voice was just a whisper, but the grip on the Master's hair to hold his head in place was far from gentle. Such a contrast with the soft look in his eyes, too, as he leaned down to kiss him again, lips pressing against his, his tongue sliding into his mouth.

Just the two of them here and it just felt right.

The Master knew what he was going next was a dodgy move but hearing that name always brought out the worst in him. That's why he took his chance and bit down on the Doctor's lip. Hard, until it bled. He wanted to teach him a lesson about who was in charge here. Once he had enough space to pull back, he did, spitting at the Doctor in disgust.

"Who do you think you are? Trying to use me like this? Using that name. You're going to pay for this," the Master warned dangerous.

The Doctor just licked his bleeding lip, letting out a quiet, breathless laugh as he wiped his face. He shook his head, not bothering to hide his amusement. "Don't be so paranoid. I'd never use you." Because he had decided that what he was doing wasn't using him.

"I'm just keeping you from running. For once."

"Oh yes, I'm being entirely unreasonable, being paranoid when tied to a bed," the Master pointed out, looking more pissed off than anything else. He knew he should perhaps be concerned or scared but he just felt anger. This was all so humiliating, how dare this idiot think he can drug and tie up the Master, of all people. "Look, I know that you've unhinged a few screws somewhere along the line but I'm not playing this game. Untie me or go away."

And give him chance and time to work his way free of the binding. Hell, if he could get free then maybe he could rewire the console and steal the ship again.

"I'm glad you see my point." Mostly ignoring whatever the Master was yammering about, the Doctor ran a finger down his forehead, flicking his nose with a wide smirk before using both hands to pull himself up, hovering over the Master and looking down at him.

"You should be glad it's a bed, don't you think? All things considered. There would be some alternatives that might be much more fitting, after all you've done."

Snarling, the Master yanked against the ties around his wrist, refusing to be treated in such a way. "Oh, you wouldn't though, would you? This is proof. You never would do that, you coward. You have limits, it's what makes you weak. And what makes me stronger."

There was a level of cocky insistence there but he had to stand his ground. Admittedly the bed wasn't bad, a little odd certainly, but he refused to let himself worry. After all, the Doctor really wouldn't hurt him... would he? "Lets just stop playing this tedious little game. It started off exciting but I've long since lost interest. Release me."

It was a very simple action, all things considered. The back of the Doctor's head met the Master's cheek, just like that. Not exactly a savage beating, but ever so far from going easy on him. He shook out his hand afterwards, raising an eyebrow. Cocky, very cocky indeed. "I said it before. People really have to stop telling me what I would and wouldn't do."

And instead of doing anything akin to releasing him, he reached over to the nightstand to pull yet another tie out of the drawer while regarding the Master calmly.

The Master hissed loudly, to shocked to say anything at first. The Doctor just slapped him? That was a little more violent that he usually leaned. Shocked, he jerked his hand, wanting to touch his face, to see what state it was in. It ached more than he'd of thought. So help him, if he was marked then he'd make the Doctor pay for that.

"You'll pay for that," the Master said darkly, glaring at the Doctor. He watched him carefully, eyes on the tie. Oh great, what now? "You better hope I never get my hands on you."

"You've had your hands on me. And I'm still not afraid of you." He folded the tie in half and wrapped it around the Master's neck, threading the two ends through the loop as he caught his eyes. He wasn't smiling, there was a certain glint of insanity in his eyes and then he pulled on the tie, let it tighten around the Master's neck as he calmly kept watching him.

"Are you?"

The Master watched every second, still blindly not believing the Doctor would hurt him. No, he just didn't believe it right up to the moment the tie constricted his neck. And then he panicked, eyes wide as he watched the Doctor react so casually, finding this whole dance a little too easy. He had a bypass, he knew that, he wouldn't choke to death for a good fifteen minutes to half an hour yet. But by Rassilon, it hurt.

Hell, if this was intended to kill him, it was worse that it would take longer, not better. The tighter it got, the more it felt like his windpipes were being crushed. Hoarsely making a strange strangled noise, he kicked his legs about to try and dislodge the Doctor.

The Doctor shifted enough to properly pin down the Master's thighs, effectively rendering his attempts at struggling useless as he watched his face, finally allowing for a smile, but one that definitely didn't reach his eyes and one that wasn't there to stay, either.

"Starting to see what you're on about." He reached down, gently combing his fingers through the Master's hair. "You do make very nice sounds like this. A lot less annoying."

No, no, no, no. This wasn't right! He should be the one doing this, he was the one in control. Trying to keep himself calm, he balled his hands into fists and tried to focus on the pain of his nails digging into his palm and not the crushing sensation around his throat. He had lost track of how long he had left till he needed to breath, all he knew was that he felt strangely desperate to take one. It could of been seconds but it felt like minutes.

Wriggling still, he refused to take this lying back, choking back any noises to preventing giving the Doctor whatever disturbed satisfaction he needed. Something was wrong with the Doctor and indulging him was a bad thing to do.

All of a sudden the Doctor let go of the tie, allowing it to loosen a little. However, with the same move he also leaned down, pressed his lips down on the Master's and apparently decided that if he wanted air, he better take it from his lips. It was a certain rush of power, without a doubt, but that wasn't why he was doing it. Not revenge, even though the Master more than deserved it.

He just needed him to understand. It was a step on the way towards fixing him.

The Master took a deep almost desperate gasp of breath, not even sure how much he actually needed it. He didn't care if he was taking the breath from the Doctor, he just had to do it, he had to know he wasn't going to lose this precious oxygen he was so in need of. Once he felt like he could breath better with his raw aching throat and the spots had left his eyes, he jerked his head down to try and get away from the Doctor's lips.

He didn't care what the man did, he refused to be used like this. He wouldn't be anyone prisoner, he wasn't that sort of man. He had to reign it in, hide his fear.

Pulling back, the Doctor smiled. "Poor bastard."

Said under his breath and then he tightened his grip on the tie yet again, wrapped it around his hand so he could hold it easier and watched how it once more constricted around the Master's neck. Such a simple thing to do, really, but it was undeniable that a certain satisfaction came with it.

"Do you remember all the things you did to Jack?" By ways of conversation.

The Master took what little chance he had to take a very deep breath before it started this time, trying to focus on everything but the way he felt like his neck was about to snap and his head would explode. his face was red and his eyes bulged out as his mouth fell open, trying desperately to get air. All that came out as a little noise of pain. Like a choking animal.

Jack? Oh, yeah, that was fair! The freak was immortal. He only had a handful lives and he didn't want to lose them all because the Doctor had clearly lost it. And besides, anyone that much of a freak deserved it.

"You're being very dramatic," It really sounded more appreciative than reprimanding. He grinned in response to that small sound, petting the Master's head almost as if to thank him for it, in a very condescending way.

"You have at least another five minutes before things are even remotely dangerous. But don't worry, I won't let you die. I've saved you. I'll keep you safe." And choke him, apparently.

He didn't know how to fight this, he really didn't. He could get the Doctor off no matter how much he struggled, his hands were very tightly fixed to the side of the bed and couldn't be broken free of, he was trapped entirely. There was literally no way out and the more he realised that, the more scared he became. The Doctor wouldn't let him die, he didn't think as much, but he had five minutes of this?

As white spots came over his eyes, he shut them purposefully and let his body go limp in the desperate hope that submitting this way would make him stop. Just long enough for him to stop and for the Master to think. He could still win this, he could, he just needed to be able to breath first.

"There we go. Just relax, excellent." The Doctor watched, gently playing with the Master's hair while he waited for his face to turn blue instead of red. Him going still didn't alarm him, he could figure that one out well enough. The minutes passed, slowly, while the Doctor breathed evenly and listened to the sounds that escaped the Master.

Finally he let go, pressing his lips against the side of the Master's neck, just above the bruise that was already beginning to form where the tie had been.

"Do you want me to do it again?"

The minutes blurred and he didn't even know how long that had truly lasted, all he knew was that he couldn't think by the end. His eyes strained in his head, burning painfully, his ears rung and harshly contracted with the drums in his head, which were currently going mad in panic. Banging loudly against his skull as if trying to force him back awake, to keep him alert and alive. Gaping like a drowning fish, he tried to gently get oxygen down his bruised throat, wanting to clear his head.

Rassilon sake, any longer and he was seriously concerned about brain damage. Opening his eyes, he gave the Doctor a desperate look, only managing to make a strange rasping noise.

It hurt his throat to talk, the words stuck inside him, refusing to come out. He tried his best to force out a rather rough and strangled no.

"Oh... Hush, there's no need to talk. I won't do it again, I promise. Not unless I have to." Why he felt compelled to do it in the first place he didn't seem to find necessary to explain. The Doctor got off the Master quite suddenly, leaving the tie loosely around his neck as he headed out the room, just like that.

Luckily he returned just a few minutes later, carrying a glass of water that he held out to the Master while encouraging him to get up. "Come on. Let me help you. And stop looking so terrified."

He only managed two very small sips before he turned his head away, trying to get himself upright so he had better leverage and more distance from the damn water being waved in his face. He had no idea what was happening here or what was wrong with the Doctor but being both unable to move and unable to articulate his thoughts verbally unnerved him more than anything else he'd experienced today. He didn't cope well with loss of control, he never had.

How was he meant to not look scared with that tie still around his neck, an ever dangling threat? He couldn't deal with being choked again, he didn't like the risk of losing this body. Or any body, come to that.

The Doctor reached for the ends of the tie and pulled on them to have it tighten once more, although this time he didn't actually choke him, just took some sick, childish pleasure out of how the Master would react to the threat of it. Then he grinned and flicked his nose again, because he could.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure you won't be bored again."

The Master's body tensed at the threat, his body almost trembling at the idea of suffering that again, he really didn't want to. When nothing happened, a relieved half laugh ripped out, though there was no humour to it. The absolute bastard, he was playing head games with him! He thought this whole thing was some joke. Recoiling at the flick, he gritted his teeth, just hoping that if he didn't do anything to provoke a reaction, the Doctor leave.

He had to get bored eventually. The Master would have time, he'd have chance to fix on an escape plan. He couldn't take much more of this.

For quite some time, the Doctor was silent. Resting on top of the Master, eyes closed as he pressed his ear against his chest. Listened to his beating hearts and felt his own calm down. The time passed in absolute silence and then, without a warning, he yanked at the tie again, sharp and strangling, although he released it after just a few seconds this time.

"You always scared so easy."

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