Planetary Hostage 2
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1 through F › Doctor Who
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
29
Views:
2,114
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I don't own Doctor Who/Torchwood and make no money off of them, mores the pitty. Nor Do I own the Justice League species Thangarians. This is a work of fiction with no intentional connection to anything real.
Reasons
Warning!
The Master decides to tie up Jack and the Doctor while they finally have that talk, alone.
Snuggles (sort of) but no sex yet.
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Reasons
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The Master awoke before either Jack or the Doctor and just sat in his chair looking at them, sleeping cuddled together on the giant bed that the Tardis had provided. He'd discovered some intricate carving in the wood of the bed posts as well as the head and foot boards. Much of it was ornamentation but enough was in actual languages for him to decipher several interesting suggestions on how to keep control of one's mate or mates as the case maybe. He looked over his second and his current singular mate, brooding, for some time as they slept. Neither of them looked well and he knew that neither had slept well last night, though that might have still been a more restful sleep than normal for the two.
The Master considered his options. Martha would be fine in the infirmary and he could always tell the Tardis to turn it into, what was that term that human females used? A girls night out? Even if she wouldn't be moving much. He figured that he would need to assert his dominance again, at least for Jack and the Doctor, soon. Martha was clearly an alpha and letting her stretch her dominance muscles was all well and good but he'd not had enough time to properly establish his dominance with Jack and the Doctor before she was being pulled into the midst of it.
Martha's earlier idea of an enforced stay had merit. Especially since he'd seen more then enough evidence over the months while he played Saxon to know that the Doctor was as appalling as ever at taking care of himself and Jack didn't seem much better. That would have to change, but first things first he queried the Tardis to see if she minded keeping track of Martha and keeping her occupied for perhaps a few days. He was a bit grumpy when she insisted on knowing what he was going to do with his mate and his second but he did manage to reassure her that he had no horrible or damaging plans for the two even if he was going to tie them up for a bit. He nearly groaned when he realized that she wasn't going to help him without a few more details. He supposed that he deserved that with how often over then centuries he'd gone after the Doctor and all he'd inflicted on his second. The Master had always known that he'd walked a fine line when dealing with the Doctor and the only reason that he didn't stop was that despite all of his transgressions, the Doctor had never meted out a full and complete punishment to him the way he did to some of the others who had crossed those same lines. As much as he crossed those lines himself, the Master had also always taken care to minimize much of what would have been excessive collateral damage as a courtesy. Besides he wanted to rule the pitiful weaklings and at least contain the Doctor, if not marry the man, not outright destroy either, well not usually.
Finally making a decision and gaining the agreement of the Tardis the Master rifled through the Doctor's coat and retrieved both of the Doctor's sonic screwdrivers, his primary, which he'd retrieved while Martha slept, and his backup, they, along with his own laser screwdriver, went into a drawer in the bedside table that he was happy to discover had been equipped with an isomorphic lock. He quickly programed it only to open to himself and also tossed in Jack's vortex manipulator and weapons. It wouldn't do to have either of them get their hands on such things before the Master was ready to let them have the items back. The Master remembered seeing silk ropes and padded cuffs in Jack's little closet addition, so he retrieved them, quietly and quickly testing them to make certain that they would not harm his two victims nor would they break under the strain they would soon be subjected to. He considered letting them wake up and then drugging them but dismissed it as unnecessary at the moment. Swiftly he attached a single padded cuff to an ankle on each of them and secured them each to the bed using a complex series of knots on each end attached to either cuff. The center of the rope had been slid through a set of elaborate carvings in the foot-board of the bed but it had otherwise been allowed freedom of movement. It would be amusing to watch them pulling at one another as they tried to get out of the restraints. This done, the Master went and retrieved a cup of tea and sat, watching them and drinking his tea, until they slowly awoke.
The Doctor was the first one to start waking up. Upon seeing how they were restrained he snorted slightly in both minor disgust at how easily he'd been restrained and in amusement that the Master would still do something like that even though he already had them well and truly bound to him. The Doctor's light tug then startled yank on the rope jerked on Jack's leg startling him into wakefulness. It didn't take the two long to discover how the Master had set up their restraints and the exact limits to how far the rope would let them go, singly or together.
"So, is that how it is?" The Doctor asked quietly, suddenly causing the Master to decide that he really didn't like this subdued quiet resignation from the Doctor.
"For now." He agreed. "We haven't had much time to ourselves and neither of you have been taking care of yourselves. Don't worry about Martha, the Tardis is taking care of her and they're turning it into some, I believe the term is girl time."
"You promised." The Doctor's vulnerable accusation made the Master glad that he'd decided against drugging them.
"I did." He agreed. "I've kept that promise and I will continue to keep it. You are my second and as far as I'm concerned my fiancee, just as Jack is now my mate."
"So, I take it we're still waiting a bit?" Jack asked wryly as he lifted up his leg to show off the cuff.
The Master sighed. "How much time and effort do you think it takes to not only form a pack but a working hierarchy? I know that the Doctor bows for few people no matter how the situation may appear. He has bowed for me before and he will again, just not before some of the damage I've inflicted over the centuries is resolved." The Master told them quietly. "You don't mess with Time Lord instincts. Which is why he didn't fight my claim when my control slipped. Both he and I have been trying to sort out the mess that our relationship has become for a very long time but we often need an equalizer, a balancer or we push one another into doing something regrettable. He's used you humans as traveling companions for centuries and as a leash on his actions, while I've always believed in the propaganda of Time Lord superiority. My belief in the superiority of the Time Lord race has been tempered over the years but I still have difficulty in seeing other races as equal to our own."
"So why now?" Jack asked curiously. "Why explain? Why say anything?"
"Because Jack, as often as I've tried destroying him I still don't want to loose him either." The Master told him keeping his eyes locked with those of the Doctor. "Doctor, I will say this once and once only, should you ever tell anyone I will deny it and ensure that you are punished for it. Am I understood?" At both the Doctor's and Jack's nods he told them one of his own secrets in the hope that it would help him keep them both. "Humans, at least, are not as inferior as I once thought, though they are still primitive and destructive, more so than they need to be in any century."
The looks of complete and utter shock gave him a warm feeling of satisfaction that he would trade only for a very few things in his long existence, none of which would he trade the Doctor for. Jack would be their balance, their equalizer, their third. The stage was set, now they need only decide how to move forward.
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A/n: Thoughts? Questions? Comments? Suggestions?
The Master decides to tie up Jack and the Doctor while they finally have that talk, alone.
Snuggles (sort of) but no sex yet.
The Master awoke before either Jack or the Doctor and just sat in his chair looking at them, sleeping cuddled together on the giant bed that the Tardis had provided. He'd discovered some intricate carving in the wood of the bed posts as well as the head and foot boards. Much of it was ornamentation but enough was in actual languages for him to decipher several interesting suggestions on how to keep control of one's mate or mates as the case maybe. He looked over his second and his current singular mate, brooding, for some time as they slept. Neither of them looked well and he knew that neither had slept well last night, though that might have still been a more restful sleep than normal for the two.
The Master considered his options. Martha would be fine in the infirmary and he could always tell the Tardis to turn it into, what was that term that human females used? A girls night out? Even if she wouldn't be moving much. He figured that he would need to assert his dominance again, at least for Jack and the Doctor, soon. Martha was clearly an alpha and letting her stretch her dominance muscles was all well and good but he'd not had enough time to properly establish his dominance with Jack and the Doctor before she was being pulled into the midst of it.
Martha's earlier idea of an enforced stay had merit. Especially since he'd seen more then enough evidence over the months while he played Saxon to know that the Doctor was as appalling as ever at taking care of himself and Jack didn't seem much better. That would have to change, but first things first he queried the Tardis to see if she minded keeping track of Martha and keeping her occupied for perhaps a few days. He was a bit grumpy when she insisted on knowing what he was going to do with his mate and his second but he did manage to reassure her that he had no horrible or damaging plans for the two even if he was going to tie them up for a bit. He nearly groaned when he realized that she wasn't going to help him without a few more details. He supposed that he deserved that with how often over then centuries he'd gone after the Doctor and all he'd inflicted on his second. The Master had always known that he'd walked a fine line when dealing with the Doctor and the only reason that he didn't stop was that despite all of his transgressions, the Doctor had never meted out a full and complete punishment to him the way he did to some of the others who had crossed those same lines. As much as he crossed those lines himself, the Master had also always taken care to minimize much of what would have been excessive collateral damage as a courtesy. Besides he wanted to rule the pitiful weaklings and at least contain the Doctor, if not marry the man, not outright destroy either, well not usually.
Finally making a decision and gaining the agreement of the Tardis the Master rifled through the Doctor's coat and retrieved both of the Doctor's sonic screwdrivers, his primary, which he'd retrieved while Martha slept, and his backup, they, along with his own laser screwdriver, went into a drawer in the bedside table that he was happy to discover had been equipped with an isomorphic lock. He quickly programed it only to open to himself and also tossed in Jack's vortex manipulator and weapons. It wouldn't do to have either of them get their hands on such things before the Master was ready to let them have the items back. The Master remembered seeing silk ropes and padded cuffs in Jack's little closet addition, so he retrieved them, quietly and quickly testing them to make certain that they would not harm his two victims nor would they break under the strain they would soon be subjected to. He considered letting them wake up and then drugging them but dismissed it as unnecessary at the moment. Swiftly he attached a single padded cuff to an ankle on each of them and secured them each to the bed using a complex series of knots on each end attached to either cuff. The center of the rope had been slid through a set of elaborate carvings in the foot-board of the bed but it had otherwise been allowed freedom of movement. It would be amusing to watch them pulling at one another as they tried to get out of the restraints. This done, the Master went and retrieved a cup of tea and sat, watching them and drinking his tea, until they slowly awoke.
The Doctor was the first one to start waking up. Upon seeing how they were restrained he snorted slightly in both minor disgust at how easily he'd been restrained and in amusement that the Master would still do something like that even though he already had them well and truly bound to him. The Doctor's light tug then startled yank on the rope jerked on Jack's leg startling him into wakefulness. It didn't take the two long to discover how the Master had set up their restraints and the exact limits to how far the rope would let them go, singly or together.
"So, is that how it is?" The Doctor asked quietly, suddenly causing the Master to decide that he really didn't like this subdued quiet resignation from the Doctor.
"For now." He agreed. "We haven't had much time to ourselves and neither of you have been taking care of yourselves. Don't worry about Martha, the Tardis is taking care of her and they're turning it into some, I believe the term is girl time."
"You promised." The Doctor's vulnerable accusation made the Master glad that he'd decided against drugging them.
"I did." He agreed. "I've kept that promise and I will continue to keep it. You are my second and as far as I'm concerned my fiancee, just as Jack is now my mate."
"So, I take it we're still waiting a bit?" Jack asked wryly as he lifted up his leg to show off the cuff.
The Master sighed. "How much time and effort do you think it takes to not only form a pack but a working hierarchy? I know that the Doctor bows for few people no matter how the situation may appear. He has bowed for me before and he will again, just not before some of the damage I've inflicted over the centuries is resolved." The Master told them quietly. "You don't mess with Time Lord instincts. Which is why he didn't fight my claim when my control slipped. Both he and I have been trying to sort out the mess that our relationship has become for a very long time but we often need an equalizer, a balancer or we push one another into doing something regrettable. He's used you humans as traveling companions for centuries and as a leash on his actions, while I've always believed in the propaganda of Time Lord superiority. My belief in the superiority of the Time Lord race has been tempered over the years but I still have difficulty in seeing other races as equal to our own."
"So why now?" Jack asked curiously. "Why explain? Why say anything?"
"Because Jack, as often as I've tried destroying him I still don't want to loose him either." The Master told him keeping his eyes locked with those of the Doctor. "Doctor, I will say this once and once only, should you ever tell anyone I will deny it and ensure that you are punished for it. Am I understood?" At both the Doctor's and Jack's nods he told them one of his own secrets in the hope that it would help him keep them both. "Humans, at least, are not as inferior as I once thought, though they are still primitive and destructive, more so than they need to be in any century."
The looks of complete and utter shock gave him a warm feeling of satisfaction that he would trade only for a very few things in his long existence, none of which would he trade the Doctor for. Jack would be their balance, their equalizer, their third. The stage was set, now they need only decide how to move forward.
A/n: Thoughts? Questions? Comments? Suggestions?