Warning: mild smutt ahead.

The twenty-fourth door was not even halfway closed, but already the Doctor was walking up and down the corridor agitatedly.
"Come on," he challenged the TARDIS, "One more room. One more and this whole charade shall end."

He patted her walls fondly as the last door opened itself ominously creaking.
"I still don't know what's gotten into you," the Doctor whispered before taking a deep breath and stepping through the final door.

This time it felt different.
There were no lights, no picture forming in front of his eyes, no old smells bedazzling his senses.

While his eyes were getting attuned to the dark environment he could make out the dark outlines of a bed.
There was a soft chuckle.

"Hello Doctor," a far too well-known voice greeted him.

And there in the centre of the room he stood. The Master, his once beloved Koschei greeting him with one of his maniacal grins.

"Master", the Doctor stammered, "…but how did you."

"It seems that you have finally found the little treat I wanted to delight you with."
A bright light surrounded the Master, his outlines glistening. When he spoke, he did so with a smooth, almost unearthly voice. His eyes were strange too. They glistened like gold, but without the flame the Doctor had learned to know and fear. Strangely enough the Master seemed to take no notice of him, for he stared straight ahead, or perhaps…

"To my disappointment, and I'm overall positive yours as well, I am unable to congratulate you in person. So a roughly made hologram will have to do for now."
Here the fake Master chuckled.
"But, Doctor I am impressed, I really am. It was so much fun preparing those compressed time-lapses for you. Don't you think I chose the most remarkable ones?"

The hologram chuckled again. "Come on Doctor," it continued, "I mean, who else could have interfered with your ship? 24 days and no suspicion at all?" it asked mockingly.

"I should have guessed," the Doctor mumbled complainingly," you partook in every single memory, you self-centred bastard."

"I am pretty sure there was a snappy remark, so yes, well done and now do shut up Doctor I'm trying to tell you something…"

"But…"

"And no more interruptions," the hologram admonished him.

The Doctor closed his mouth grumpily. The Master new him all too well, didn't he…

"You may have wondered how I interfered with your ship."

"Well, actually…"

"Ah, ah…" the hologram interrupted him waving its finger dismissively, "what did I just ask of you? Bad Doctor. So, ah yes docking onto your ship. Well, let's say I send you a little message, I was quite confident you wouldn't resist. So I went ahead to this specific coordinates and left a data-leech for you.
You remember them, don't you? Small partially organic parasites which would not only lock jaws with its newly found host, but slowly become part of its circuit, thereby gobbling up or replacing important information.
When you landed, it docked onto the next promising ship, aka your TARDIS, and slowly worked its way right onto the internal storage concerning sub-basement five.
I had equipped him with a total of 24 compressed time-lapses and a hologram and…well, here I am only that I am not."

The Doctor stared in shocked silence.

"Why?" he broke the oppressing silence, "why this memories?"

The hologram remained silent for several minutes before it said: "You have probably finished cursing me and are asking yourself why I did all this."

Suddenly it looked abashed.

"The truth is…" it stammered, "the truth is I still love you…"

The sentence had cut right through his disdain and had opened his heart. In those translucent eyes, those fake face he could still recognise his friend…his Koschei.

"I know I can't hear you and…but I wish…you would still reciprocate to my love."

Tears were running down the Doctor's cheeks as he walked up to the hologram.
"I love you too", he whispered and tried to kiss the air where the Master's cheeks would have been.
And his lips kissed skin.

In one swift movement the Master had pushed the Doctor onto the bed.

"Oh, you're so gullible," he chuckled while disrobing himself and forcing the Doctor down with his bodyweight, "Did you really think I would send you a hologram to greet you?"

The Doctor tried to protest and push the chuckling Master off him but got smothered by kisses and hugs.
"Oh, you sensitive old sod. After all this years you still fall for my traps. You never learn, do you?" the Master shook his head mildly as he fastened the Doctor's limbs together with garlands and tinsel.
"Oh, you look adorable, my dear Doctor. Simply adorable," he sniggered as he tied a ribbon around the Doctor's neck.
"And now, to top it all," the Master said while grinning and retrieved a small wrapped up box from the recesses of his suit.
"A little present for you," he added with a smug smile as he unpacked it and removed the lid.
The Doctor stared flabbergasted at the uncurling stockings.

"I always thought of this to be our very own Christmas tradition," the Master explained while fighting to adjust the stockings on the Doctor's shaking legs.
"It's so nice of you to wear them just for me."

The Doctor tried to protest but found his verbal eruptions to fall on deaf ears. Actually it was his mouth that proved to be unable to pronounce the Gallifreyan curses since it was occupied by wooden apple the Master had rammed between his teeth.

"Oh, come on Doctor, as if you wouldn't enjoy my company," purred the Master while he bared the Doctor's legs. Fondly he caressed his thighs and brushed over the tender spots above his upper part of the hip bone.
"I want you to enjoy this as much as I do," the Master teased as he rolled the Doctor onto all fours before humping and thrusting against his rear end.
'Just take that stupid apple out of my mouth and I swear I won't kill you when we're finished,' replied the Doctor non-verbally via their mental link.

The Master stared at the Doctor taken aback. "You still know my frequency?" he stuttered, visibly astonished, "Oh, dear Doctor, we haven't used that one in years! Oh, it feels so good to hear your voice, your true voice inside my head."

He retrieved the wooden apple from the Doctor's mouth. Before the Doctor could have said a word the Master had already clamped a hand over his lips.
"Of course, hearing your lustful moans and sighs is not to be scoffed at, either."
The Doctor stared at him aghast. As soon as the Master retrieved his hand he stammered: "Now look here, I'm very flattered and all but..."
"Oh, how to shut him up," the Master sighed. This time he tied a ribbon around the Doctor's mouth so he would only hear the muffled complaints and reproaches.

The Master busied himself with groping the Doctor. To his delight he spotted the unmistakable signs of the Doctor's arousal; his body betrayed him by displaying his lust, his blood gave away the secret of his horniness by rushing down into his pelvic region, causing his nether regions to swell.
The Doctor groaned something incomprehensible before a soft moan escaped his lips;
the Master had already facilitated the anal intrusion by use of saliva and pre-cum.

"Use my name," the Master moaned while penetrating the Doctor's body mercilessly.
'Master' he heard the Doctor whispering in his head. Was he begging? Was he pleading?
"That's not my name," the Master whispered into his ear as he buried his fingers in his brown hair, "I said use my name."
The Master picked up the pace, ploughed the Doctor ruthlessly, broke his gruesome rhythm and waited for the Doctor to catch his breath and his hearts to start beating again before continuing to poke him at a heart-stopping speed again.

And he wheezed into his ear over and over again:
"Use my name... use my name, Doctor..."

And eventually the Master received the tone of voice he'd been waiting to hear for so long:
"Koschei... Kosch, please..."

The Master bit into the Doctor's neck and drew blood before he found his own breath-taking release inside of the Doctor.
The Doctor groaned quietly and winced.
Though he soon discovered that the Master wasn't as merciless as he'd given him credit for because a pair of very considerate and unexpectedly soft hands grabbed his own throbbing member and boosted it to the most blissful climax it had ever experienced.

Eventually the Master, who had collapsed on top of the Doctor and had until now listened to his two hearts in ecstasy, was willing to untie the Doctor.
The ribbon around his neck was removed last.

"Ouch," the Doctor hissed while dabbing at the wound in his neck, "Why did you have to bite me?"
"It's a declaration of true love," the Master said sweetly.
"No, it's a sure sign of rabies," the Doctor mumbled grumpily, "And stop hugging me, that feels... weird."

"You've always been very touchy-feely," the Master replied while ruffling the Doctor's hair.
"No, but I didn't dare to put up a fight because back in our days at the Academy you were both bigger and stronger than me," replied the Doctor while trying to avoid the Master's touch, "And besides you were in for the hanky-panky stuff only."

"Oh, come on, Doctor," the Master sighed, "Just for once we could put our differences aside and just sit somewhere in the TARDIS in front of a fire and discuss about my plans and how you're going to stop me."
"No," mumbled the Doctor.
The Master looked at him meekly. "I even have something for you," he explained.
"Another pair of stockings?" the Doctor asked mockingly.
He grabbed the sonic screwdriver the Master had handed him and examined it closely.
"Got you a new one," the Master said. "It's Christmas, after all. Just keep it away from freezing orphans and everything will be fine."
"Thanks," the Doctor mumbled, taken by surprise. He patted his pockets. "I have nothing I could give you in return," he sighed.

The Master patted him on the back.
"Oh, you don't have to. I already got your TARDIS-key, which means that I can keep you in this room for as long as I want to," the Master explained while heading for the door, "And merry Christmas to you too!"

Author's Note: So here it is the final chapter!
We'd cordially like to thank all those who left kudos and those who kept reading the story for their continued support! Thanks for reading and merry Christmas from both DoctorDalek and TraditionalGaily.