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but none of 'em were home inside the catacomb (for twood_rose)

He had no way of knowing how long he had been in the dark; it was a funny thing, perhaps, but even a Time Lord must concede (as much as it might personally gall him) that death is timeless by its very nature. Still, he remembered everything.

When he awoke, groggily, the first thing he did was clap a hand to his neck, expecting a mark or a hole where the persistent memory of pain told him it should be. There was nothing. A ghost feeling. He blinked twice and sat up.

The room was dim, dusty and unused, and the small sink in the corner rattled ominously before spitting out water of some unsavory color, but there was comfort, egregiously tiny as it may be, in washing up as best he could. He surveyed his surroundings again. Besides the mattress he'd woken up on (and who had placed him there?) the room boasted nothing else.

He knew when he was, but not where. Or why. Not for the first time, he wondered if it might not be a prison.

The Master took panicked strides toward the door, fully expecting it not to open when he yanked on the handle roughly, and almost falling backwards when he was proven wrong.

A maze of hallways spread itself before him, each equally dim and dusty as the room behind. As the Master began to walk, it became obvious what he'd somehow known from the moment he opened the door. It wasn't a prison.

It was a ruin.

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The Master couldn't help but emit a tiny moan as Rose embraced him, held him there fast, trapping him just as he'd trapped her. Teeth began to enter the equation, and he bit her lower lip hard as he ground against her, trying his hardest to win a game that did not, technically, exist.

There was a small, metal ring jutting from a crack near the top of the pillar just above Rose's head, likely some sort of reinforcing bar exposed and twisted when the bridge had collapsed in on itself, and the Master's gaze snapped to it.

Leaning into Rose further, deepening the kiss, he reached behind his back for one of her wrists, his other looping the tie through the ring.

She groaned as his teeth closed hard on her lip, and flexed her hips to grind back against him just as firmly. The slow erotic battle that they were engaged in so occupied her attention that she didn't notice his hand going for her wrist, nor the other reaching up to position the tie.

His fingers latched around her wrist, and the Master grinned triumphantly, the other hand working quickly to ready the knot in the tie for cinching. When he was ready, finally, he slowly brought her arm up over her head, toward the loop.

Her eyes flew open as she realized what was happening.

"Master...?" she murmured, her voice tinged with apprehension.

She didn't fight him, however.

"Sssshhh," the Master soothed. Just as he slipped her hand through the loop of the tie, he bent slightly, and quickly swept the tip of his tongue across her nipple, as if she were a sweet delicacy.

Rose moaned, closed her eyes, and her head dropped back against the pillar. The pleasure, along with the sweet gentleness of the gesture, unraveled her tension.

"Master..." she breathed.

He cinched the tie tight around her wrist before he allowed himself to react to her reaction, so to speak, closing his eyes again at the impassioned mention of his name. With some satisfaction at his handiwork, he bit into her shoulder deeply before reaching for her other wrist.

She cried out at that, then twisted her head to the side and caught the side of the Master's neck in her teeth, biting back.

Another sharp intake of breath, a surprised gasp, even, and the Master fumbled at her remaining hand still around his waist, momentarily bereft of his usual dexterity. Clinging desperately to some measure of control, he firmly grasped her other wrist after what seemed a long struggle, intent on bringing it up to join the first.

She let him have her wrist, releasing his neck from her teeth and settling back against the pillar to watch him, strangely calm, as he completed the bindings. Her breath was fast, and her cheeks flushed.

It was easier to work with two hands. The Master pressed against Rose as he tied the other wrist next to the first, so that her wrists had some play, while still restraining her to the pillar. He stepped back slightly to take in the entire picture, a pleased and rather smug expression on his face, belying his own quickened breath.

She looked so lovely standing there, something caught but somehow still untrammeled in nature. A wild Rose...

Much more interesting than Lucy, who would hang there passive as a cow, her eyes shut the entire time, stiff as a board. Pleased enough, perhaps, but boring.

He stepped back to her, running his hands along the curves of her body, cupping her breasts and buttocks. "Do you like it?" he asked her.

She pressed back against him, best she could, and when he returned to run hiss hands over her, she leaned into his touch with a sigh, and strained forward to brush her lips against his cheek.

"Yes," she murmured. "Yes, I do..."

Her heart pounded in exhilaration. This was dangerous, so dangerous, so wonderfully dangerous...

And watching the effects it was having on the Master was fascinating."

He grinned at her excitement, his eyes glittering, as he traced one finger around the waist of her jeans and up her back again.

"You know, I could do anything to you," he said speculatively, his smile lazy and loose. The drums pounded on, incessantly, urging him to take action, inviting darker thoughts. He brought his lips close to her ear.

"Anything."

She shivered.

"Anything," she whispered back, and she turned her head to catch his earlobe gently in her teeth. She sucked on it for a moment, before letting it go.

The Master's hands tightened on her waist and shoulder briefly. Again she had caught him by surprise, and he was quick to retaliate. The hand on her waist was suddenly in motion, snaking around to the front of her jeans and between her legs, kneading the flesh there. His other hand cupped her breast again, supporting it as he bent to swirl his tongue around the nipple with excruciating slowness.

The suddenness of it took her by surprise, and she slumped as the strength all but left her legs.

"Oh god," she said, her voice trembling. "Master... oh..."

"Yes," he agreed in a whisper. "Tell me how much you like it."
He looked sidelong at her as he resumed suckling at her breast, occasionally incorporating his teeth, not bothering to be overly gentle.

His other hand crept up to the waistband of her jeans, undoing the button and teasing down the zipper.

"Very... oh! ... very much... it's wonderful, oh, please, please more, please don't stop..."

She felt his hand's path, and bit her lip with a needful groan.

"Master..."

The Master's hand slipped inside her jeans, grazing over the smooth of her panties idly, thumbing the elastic at the crotch and barely rubbing the skin inside.

"Yes, Rose?" he murmured, giving some much-needed attention now to her other breast with his tongue. "What do you need from your Master?"

Her eyes were closed, her lips were parted, and she was panting lightly, her head sagging against one arm.

"Please..." she whispered. "My Master... please... I need your touch, your kiss, everything."

"I need you..."

He was practically kneeling now, as he slipped his fingers underneath the elastic band of her panties and into the wet warmth they encased, still suckling her and kneading into her breast with the other hand, almost supplicant. He vaguely wondered who was really in control.

"Mmmm," he murmured. "Tell me how it feels to be restrained, helpless, while I'm doing this." He began to slip a finger inside her, stroking slowly.

She keened as his finger slid inside her. "Oh god," she whispered, writhing gently in her bonds. "It feels... oh... so good..."

She bit her lip, and moaned again, her verbal abilities failing her.

"So good," she echoed.

Listening to Rose's gentle series of arpeggiated moans, the Master suddenly wanted nothing more than to ravage her here and now, to fuck her hard against this pillar. To desecrate her in a dead world.

The finger slid out abruptly as he slid her jeans and panties down in a single, frantic motion, pressing up against her again as he fumbled with his own belt.

And at that moment, there was nothing she wanted more either.

She strained forward, pressing back against his body, capturing his lips with hers in a fierce kiss, moaning desperately.

The kiss caught him off-guard, eliciting another small moan from the Master. He dispensed with the buckle, unzipped hurriedly, gripped her bare ass with fingers like iron, deepening the kiss as he pulled her closer to him.

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