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   The Master crouched in front of his enemy, forcing a small, sad smile to grace his features. He stared into the Doctor's eyes, as if disappointed and searching for something beyond his deep pools of chocolate brown. To the Doctor, his overall expression seemed kind, tender even. The Master was never either of these things, and his sudden change scared the Doctor far more than he cared to admit.
   "Oh Doctor..." he sighed. "Why? Why after all these years do you still refuse to just give in and submit to your Master? I know you want to, and things would be so much easier, so much better between us if you just gave yourself to me."
   "I don't know what you're talking about. I do know that you're a genocidal madman with an ego larger than the Medusa Cascade, but that doesn't mean I have to like it." The Master smiled again, still keeping up with his charade, and placed one hand on the Doctor's cheek, forcing him to keep looking at him, laughing inwardly as he flinched.
   "Oh but you do like it. I know you better than you know yourself, Doctor; you still want to "fix" me, bring things back to the way they were back in the Academy. You want this." He leaned forward, gently bringing their foreheads together. The Doctor gasped at the touch and the mental connection, but went silent as the Master replayed the vivid memories that for him had only just resurfaced. He pulled his head back but kept his hand resting on the Doctor's cheek, breaking the link. The shock was still etched neatly into the Doctor's expression.
   "You still remember that? But that was-"
   "Before the drums got out of hand, yeah. Before I got more unstable and left to keep you safe from my outbursts." He waved at hand at himself. "Before I became this. I never forgot it; not once, not ever." God, he was good at this. The lying came almost naturally to him, having had years, no lifetimes worth of practice. Now for the big one... "I still want that, Doctor. I want that happiness back; I want you, and no one else." The Doctor looked gobsmacked. No matter what the final outcome was, at the very least he'd managed to confuse the hell out of him, first. After a moment the Doctor cleared his throat.
   "Lucy?" The Master smirked; this was easier than he'd expected, and for this answer he didn't even have to lie. Much.
   "A pretty political pawn. A trophy wife, if you will; nothing more. The only one I need Doctor," he stroked his cheek, making him shiver at the intimate touch, "is you. You are my everything. Nothing else matters. My Doctor... My Theta..." The Doctor inhaled sharply at the use of his old name, eyes filled with a hope he hadn't dared to feel in ages.
   "Koschei...?"
   The drums in the Master's head pounded triumphantly; the Doctor was quickly falling for his ruse, hook, line and sinker, with almost no real resistance; he wanted this! He now looked forward to dashing the Doctor's hopes even more- this last fact was just icing on the cake as far as the Master was concerned.
   He leaned towards the other man again, this time bringing his free hand to the Doctor's spiky hair to give him a soft kiss. The Doctor stiffened with surprise; this hadn't been what he'd been expecting at all. He tried to pull away, but the Master only grabbed his tie, dragging him in deeper. Realizing escape was impossible, he relaxed a bit, neither encouraging nor rejecting the Master as he worked his tongue past the Doctor's lips. Damn he was good at this! The Doctor struggled with himself for a moment, weighing his options. Quite involuntarily, a soft moan escaped from his throat, making the still snogging Master shudder slightly. Giving up for the moment, he wrapped his arms around the Master's neck, deepening the kiss and surrendering himself to the other Time Lord's charms.
   The Master could feel the Doctor's reluctance, but he made himself continue; knowing this would all be worth it in the end. It soon paid off as the Doctor's hearts practically leaped from his chest, beating erratically against the Master's own. Though he hadn't been expecting it, he really was enjoying himself. He silently cursed the effect the scrawny bastard clinging to his chest was having on him. He moved back, breathing hard, disgusted with himself for wanting, needing the Doctor so badly. What was the matter with him? This wasn't real- just the final step to proving once and for all that he was the Master, to full ownership of the Doctor's body and soul. He showed what he hoped was a look of adoration, lust and wonderment; it was time to stop messing around and get his plan back on track.

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   The Master crouched in front of his enemy, forcing a small, sad smile to grace his features. He stared into the Doctor's eyes, as if disappointed and searching for something beyond his deep pools of chocolate brown. To the Doctor, his overall expression seemed kind, tender even. The Master was never either of these things, and his sudden change scared the Doctor far more than he cared to admit.
   "Oh Doctor..." he sighed. "Why? Why after all these years do you still refuse to just give in and submit to your Master? I know you want to, and things would be so much easier, so much better between us if you just gave yourself to me."
   "I don't know what you're talking about. I do know that you're a genocidal madman with an ego larger than the Medusa Cascade, but that doesn't mean I have to like it." The Master smiled again, still keeping up with his charade, and placed one hand on the Doctor's cheek, forcing him to keep looking at him, laughing inwardly as he flinched.
   "Oh but you do like it. I know you better than you know yourself, Doctor; you still want to "fix" me, bring things back to the way they were back in the Academy. You want this." He leaned forward, gently bringing their foreheads together. The Doctor gasped at the touch and the mental connection, but went silent as the Master replayed the vivid memories that for him had only just resurfaced. He pulled his head back but kept his hand resting on the Doctor's cheek, breaking the link. The shock was still etched neatly into the Doctor's expression.
   "You still remember that? But that was-"
   "Before the drums got out of hand, yeah. Before I got more unstable and left to keep you safe from my outbursts." He waved at hand at himself. "Before I became this. I never forgot it; not once, not ever." God, he was good at this. The lying came almost naturally to him, having had years, no lifetimes worth of practice. Now for the big one... "I still want that, Doctor. I want that happiness back; I want you, and no one else." The Doctor looked gobsmacked. No matter what the final outcome was, at the very least he'd managed to confuse the hell out of him, first. After a moment the Doctor cleared his throat.
   "Lucy?" The Master smirked; this was easier than he'd expected, and for this answer he didn't even have to lie. Much.
   "A pretty political pawn. A trophy wife, if you will; nothing more. The only one I need Doctor," he stroked his cheek, making him shiver at the intimate touch, "is you. You are my everything. Nothing else matters. My Doctor... My Theta..." The Doctor inhaled sharply at the use of his old name, eyes filled with a hope he hadn't dared to feel in ages.
   "Koschei...?"
   The drums in the Master's head pounded triumphantly; the Doctor was quickly falling for his ruse, hook, line and sinker, with almost no real resistance; he wanted this! He now looked forward to dashing the Doctor's hopes even more- this last fact was just icing on the cake as far as the Master was concerned.
   He leaned towards the other man again, this time bringing his free hand to the Doctor's spiky hair to give him a soft kiss. The Doctor stiffened with surprise; this hadn't been what he'd been expecting at all. He tried to pull away, but the Master only grabbed his tie, dragging him in deeper. Realizing escape was impossible, he relaxed a bit, neither encouraging nor rejecting the Master as he worked his tongue past the Doctor's lips. Damn he was good at this! The Doctor struggled with himself for a moment, weighing his options. Quite involuntarily, a soft moan escaped from his throat, making the still snogging Master shudder slightly. Giving up for the moment, he wrapped his arms around the Master's neck, deepening the kiss and surrendering himself to the other Time Lord's charms.
   The Master could feel the Doctor's reluctance, but he made himself continue; knowing this would all be worth it in the end. It soon paid off as the Doctor's hearts practically leaped from his chest, beating erratically against the Master's own. Though he hadn't been expecting it, he really was enjoying himself. He silently cursed the effect the scrawny bastard clinging to his chest was having on him. He moved back, breathing hard, disgusted with himself for wanting, needing the Doctor so badly. What was the matter with him? This wasn't real- just the final step to proving once and for all that he was the Master, to full ownership of the Doctor's body and soul. He showed what he hoped was a look of adoration, lust and wonderment; it was time to stop messing around and get his plan back on track.