#good!master

The Doctor lights his stolen body with manic energy.

"It won't last," he says to the Master. "I'll burn the brains right out if I have to and leap into Grace instead. She's very fond of me." He brushes his lips against the Master's ear, softens his voice. "Or… what's the boy's name?"

"You have me," the Master snaps, too obvious in his affection, and the Doctor will use it to break him.

"Then cooperate," the Doctor says. "You have so much life to spare." He kisses the Master, and it's exhausting to resist the gravity well of his insistence.