The Master looked out the small window of his cell. He had had to come "home" earlier than usual because he had been suspended for the rest of the day. It hadn't been his fault, really. That kid had just fallen into his fist… really hard. He sighed as he ran his hand through his hair. He had been under so much stress lately, what with school and TORCHWOOD. At least, that was what he was telling himself. He didn't even like to think about the D… him anymore because it just made him want to cry. He hadn't seen… him in so long.

The Master heard the upstairs door open but ignored it. But he realized that there were two footsteps that could be heard coming down the stairs, and two voices.

He turned slowly to look up at the two faces. One had a smile on his face, while the other's was blank of all emotion.

"Harold, someone's here to see you."

The Master stood up from him bed and slowly walked over to the barred door.

"Stop calling me that."

Jack just kept on smiling. "Whatever." he opened the cell door enough for the Doctor to be pushed through and then locked it closed again.

"What are you doing? You said we just had to talk."

"Yes, but this way, you two will have to talk. No threat of you running away, Doctor."

"I have my sonic screwdriver." The Doctor was lying, but he was hoping Jack didn't know that.

"Yes, well, I'll risk it. Now, you two had better start talking. I'll be back down soon."

And with that, Jack turned on his heels and jogged back up the stairs, leaving the two Time Lords in the cold to talk.

"First question that comes to my mind." The Doctor turned to the Master. "Why did you kiss me?"

"Because…"

"Because… why?"

"…"

"Oh, c'mon now, don't be embarrassed."

"I'm not embarrassed. I just don't feel like being punched by you."

The Doctor rolled his eyes. "I won't punch you. I promise."
The Master turned to face the wall. "I… think you're hot. I've had a crush on your for decades now, but we were supposed to hate each other, so I didn't say anything."

There was an awkward silence before the Doctor said anything.

"Well, thank you." He walked over to where the Master was and stood directly behind him. "In all honesty, I've felt the same way. Not as long as you have, old geezer but…" His sentence was cut off by the Master, who was pressing his mouth against his. The Doctor wrapped his arms around the Master's neck. The Master turned the Doctor around and pushed him into the wall. The Doctor groaned, giving the Master a chance to slip his tongue into the Doctor's mouth, making him moan. The Master disentangled his hand from the Doctor's hair and started undoing the button on the Doctor's pants. The Doctor started to do the same, but the Master pushed his hands away.

"Why do I have to be the only one naked?" The Doctor pouted. The Master just smirked.

"You won't be, but you'll be the first." With the buttons on the Doctor's pants undone, the Master decided to go for the Doctor's shirt. While kissing and sucking on the Doctor's neck, the Master slowly undid his shirt. Finally, all his clothes were off, leaving him against the wall.

The Master chuckled. "Is it that cold in here?"

The Doctor glared. "Blow me." He realized what he said a little too late.

The Master knelt down and brought his face close to the Doctor's erect member.

"Don't mind if I do." With that, the Master started pumping his hand up and down. The Doctor gasped as he felt the warm hand. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, but a groan still escaped. The Master decided that he should go further and slowly inserted the Doctor's penis into his mouth. The Doctor bit his hand to stop any noise from escaping him, but the Master reached up and forced both of the Doctor's hands against the wall.

The Master moved his head slowly.

"Faster, please." The Doctor moaned. But the Master just kept his pace. "Please, faster!"

The Master decided to amuse the Doctor, and did as he was told. The Doctor bit his lip, once again. He tasted blood, but he didn't care. The streaks of pure, raw pleasure ripping through his body were almost unbearable. Finally, as the Master ran his tongue over the tip, the Doctor couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Ahhh…!" He came, his essence covering the Master's mouth. The Master licked his lips, smiling.

"Didn't that feel good?"

The Doctor gave him a light smack. "Shut up."

The Master sat down on the cot and started unzipping his pants.

"What are you doing?"

"Well, it's your turn."

The Doctor's eyes went wide. "Wha?"

"Let me speak bluntly. It's your turn to blow me." The Master smirked at the blush that was creeping across the Doctor's face. The Master was relishing in the thoughts of what he was going to do to the Doctor when he heard the upstairs door open. They both looked up to see a stream of light coming from the floor above.

"Shit. Put your clothes back on." The Master jumped up and started running about, trying to find the Doctor's shirt while the Doctor was looking for his pants.

The Doctor finished with the last button on his pants just as Jack came into view. He walked over to the door of the cell, smiling.

"Have you two worked out your differences?"

The two teens looked at each other, trying not to smile.

"Yeah, I guess so." The Master said, shrugging. He walked over to the door as Jack opened it to let the Doctor out.

"I'll let you two have a moment." With that, Jack went to the far side of the basement, turning his back to study a very interesting spot on the bricks. The Doctor leaned towards the door.

"So, I'll see you in school tomorrow?"

"Only if you decide to come. Course, I could make you." The Master smiled and pressed his face against the bars. The Doctor leaned in the rest of the way, pressing his lips against the Master's.

"Alright you two, time to go." Jack put his hand on the Doctor's shoulder, pushing him gently towards the door. "By the way, Harold, you have a little something at the corner of your mouth. Right there." Jack pointed to the Master's mouth and grinned. "Had some fun, did you?"

And with that, the two men left, leaving the Master to fantasize about next day's after-gym shower.

Thank you Jesus, it's done. D: I was getting so sick of this story. I had no plot line! Sorry you didn't an entire sex scene, but this will hopefully tide you over for a bit. At least until I think of a new story. Anyway, REVIEW!