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There's nothing here but what here's mine.

This wasn't, exactly, how he had planned his return. He had expected to be on home turf, a place he understood and wanted to be. Surrounded by worshippers and already plotting. Not here with some strange man using the power he gave specifically to his followers to bring him back. The books of Saxon weren't meant to be public knowledge, they were his private notes, and yet this man decided to drag him into a world he didn't want to be in.

The Master always had a funny feeling that magic wasn't something he should of ever tried to toy with because as it stood, he didn't like where this was going. It defied the logic he knew.

Voldemort was a strange creature, a very unpleasant one at that. He looked sickly and his eyes were red like an albino. Still, he didn't say much on it, he'd looked worse himself and damages were just a sign of ambition and desire. It always took everything out of you, especially with humans.

The drums were raging in his head as he followed Voldemort into this meeting he'd decided to attend. He'd only been back a few days and already he seemed to of captured the imagination of this tiny little creature who was all but eager to introduce him.

An ancient ruler from another reality must of been interesting.

He didn't walk behind Voldemort, he kept in step, not willing to seem a lesser. Hey, the dark lord brought him here. If he was going to play with this merry band of psychopaths, he wanted to seem equal.

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A Time Lord mind was such a complicated thing. So many ideas, thoughts, feelings and desires bouncing around at once. It was almost overwhelming to an ordinary person, they were capable of multitasking and filtering. He had blocks all over his mind so even if someone got in, they'd only see what he made possible to see on the surface. But then most that got into his head tried desperately to get out moments later.

The drums repelled people, they were wrong on so many levels and so painful that no one sane would want them. Luckily, the Master lacked any measure of sanity. "Of course it is, I'm not like you. I'm not human."

Just in case Barty didn't know for sure, he confirmed it, grinning playfully. "Why do you think your lord is so interested in me? Why he brought me here? I'm a whole new league, Barty."

"I know," Barty said, and he believed it at that moment. Even though the man in front of him looked like nothing special, he believed it. Maybe because he wanted to or maybe because of what he had felt when he was in his mind. Maybe because of what his Lord had said or maybe because the Master was paying special attention to him, only him, had freed him, was giving him the chance to kill his father...

If the Master was a whole new league, that elevated him as well, didn't it? Either way, he smiled, and then smiled brighter still when he heard his father come home. "Let's go, darling."

When the door opened, the Master could barely suppress his smile as he watched Barty light up. This was going to be a great way to spend an evening. Standing aside on the hallway, he gestured for Barty to take the lead and go play. For tonight, he was going to play second fiddle. He wanted to see what Barty could do when he was allowed to take control.

"Hello?" Crouch Sr called out, probably able to hear them talking. "Who's there?"

Barty wasn't looking at the Master anymore. He was clutching the wand he'd stolen from the stranger and he held it as he headed down the hallway, turned around the corner.

It wasn't really a duel that ensued. Barty was younger, faster and better trained, ultimately maybe even a more skilled wizard than his father, who had been focusing on other talents for years. But Barty didn't kill him when he had the chance, he just stunned him and then he let him levitate, only to slam his unconscious body against the wall, the ceiling and the ground.

He woke him, eventually, then repeated that process, leaving the old man's body broken, bruised and bleeding and himself in a very, very good mood. He laughed when his father lost consciousness yet again, eyes bright and shining when he turned to look at the Master with the most excited smile. "The most messed up thing is how randy this is getting me."

The Master had taken a seat during this whole thing, casually browsing the library while Crouch Sr was thrown around the room. The Master didn't seem that invested in it all because it wasn't his father nor his battle. It was nice, though, like a good piece of background music. Soothing and just what he wanted on an evening off.

When Barty addressed him, he raised an eyebrow and playfully grin back, remembering all the times he fucked Lucy near Jack's dead corpse. Or their passionate night after the destruction of Japan.

It was just something that came hand in hand with torture. Or it was for people like them anyway. "Barty, if you're not aroused by torture then you're doing it wrong."

Barty accepted that as reality with a nod of his head, eyeing his father's body for a moment before deciding that he'd be out for a while yet. Having reached that assessment, he wandered over to Master and sat down on his lap, straddling him, as if the man had invited him to, as if he had every right. He ran his fingers along his tie and looked at the book the other was holding, not really interested in it. Not really interested in anything but making the most of this moment.

"This enemy of yours. The one I look like. Did you fuck him?" Yes, he was trying to be deliberately crude.

The Master could hardly stifle his amused laugh, trying to remind himself that this was entirely expected and probably not as funny as he found it. Barty was not like the Doctor, it was hilariously awful how wrong this whole thing was really. He was younger, darker and very unhinged but he wore that face. Very jarring, especially since Barty was a bit like him in his younger days. Only he'd had Theta to ground him and keep his head on straight.

The book was discarded in favour of giving his little psychopath some attention, playfully tweaking the man's collar. "No, ours was more of a mental and platonic love affair. We came close, once, as boys. But he was always such a buzzkill. Too afraid to get stuck in."

Unlike a certain someone now sitting on his lap.

Barty wouldn't have minded the laugh, he'd have been hard pressed to mind much of anything right now. Playing with the Master's hair, carding his fingers through it and enjoying the sensation, enjoying the contrast of the gentleness to the way he was treating the beaten body just a few feet away.

"Sounds awfully tedious. And he looks like me, yes? Guess I'm lucky there." He tried to catch his eyes, although he didn't try to read his mind, not this time. Enough for one day and already he had too much to focus on. "I want you, I believe. Though right now, I might want anyone."

The Master smirked, reaching up to cup the human's face and touch it. Just once more. It was funny how easily he was drawn to the Doctor, even people who looked like him. He wanted to be beyond that man but he was simply incapable of breaking away. And if that wasn't obvious before, it was obvious now. Why else would he be so interested in some silly human? "You have no idea how lucky you are."

Playfully, the Master snaked his fingers into Barty's hair and gave him what he was clearly looking for, a kiss. The first move of what would probably be many. But hey, what better way to stick it to his father than shagging during his murder? "You sure know how to make a boy feel special."

"I'm sure you'll be able to give me more of an idea." The tilt of Barty's hips was subtle enough, but the tone of his voice a lot less so. He obviously didn't care that it was his face alone that made him special to the Master, but he did care that he was. He didn't read any more into it than it was, but that alone was already more than enough to excite him, to thrill him.

So he kissed back, of course, the first kiss the Master had initiated and he deepened it, curled his fingers in the man's hair. "Just wait till I'm on my knees." He smirked, just a tad too wide. "Master."

"Why do I have to wait?" the Master challenged, whispering it into Barty's ear. So what if Barty was barely over the legal age limit and was about to murder his father? He could still get something out of it. Nothing quite beat a good fuck for his efforts today and the idea of that stuck up bastard seeing the Master screw his son was a nice thought. He never did like Crouch Sr, too serious.

"I never was a patient man, I've been trying but I get so unhappy waiting around," the Master drawled with a mock pout, pulling Barty in for another kiss. He loved how this creep worked his tongue, it was a rather fun little treat.

That just earned him another laugh, damn near an excited giggle. This was better than alcohol, more intoxicating than anything he'd ever experienced and it turned out that the Master was just the man to share this with. He kissed back, delighted, eager, but it was still him that pulled away first this time as he slid off the man's lap to, indeed, kneel bin front of him.

He looked back over his shoulder, stared at his father and quickly drew his wand. A muttered spell after and the man was tied up, just in case. It wouldn't do to underestimate him now. He turned his head back again, tilted his chin up on the Master's thigh with a slightly mischievous and definitely unhinged grin. "Spread your legs, will you?"

It was a subtle little thing but it was funny how Barty seemed to want to have as much control as the Master did. He'd already guessed why that was and it was pretty clear daddy never gave him any control and so he both craved it yet needed someone to offer it, to show him what he could truly do. A power seeker who was capable of being worshipping others. It was funny, really.

With a cocky smile, he spread his legs on other and leaned his head back. He hadn't had this kind of action in almost a year, most wizards he knew were insanely uptight. "This is definitely a hallmark moment, isn't it? Happy families indeed."

Barty deftly undid the Master's belt and moved right on to his trousers, obviously not the first time he'd done something like this, a bit too late for tainting his innocence, even if he was only just legal and even if his father, of course, knew nothing of it. Things changed, after all, oh yes. Things changed.

He licked down the Master's thigh when he pulled his pants down, turning his head to the side to smile up at him. "I'll put it on a Christmas card." Wouldn't that be a sight. The depravity of the moment was getting to him, he hadn't lied before. This really was making him randy. Very much so.

"Maybe we should take a picture, make a collage together? Preserve the wonderful moment," the Master mocked, hissing slightly at the feeling of Barty's tongue against his thigh. There was no denying it, this kid was corrupted already. And this was so not his first time at anything. Human boys started so young, he didn't even consider sex an interesting thing till he hit 50.

But, in all fairness, Time Lords hardly did all this. They loomed, they had genetic snobbery and the mind was always put above physical pleasures. Luckily, the Master always rejected that lifestyle in favour things like this. Grinning, he leaned back, one hand stretched out to run through Barty's hair, giving him gentle encouragement.

"I'll just keep it in my heart. It's more special that way." With that Barty simply leaned forward and took him in, no further preamble. He had never been one for hesitation, not even when it actually had been the first time. One of the ways to stay in control, pretend to be even when in over his head.

But right now, he didn't feel overwhelmed. If anything, he felt whelmed just the right amount. And knowing that his father might be opening his eyes again any moment just made him all the more eager to show off the control of his gag reflex.

To be fair to Barty, he had an impressive mouth and his tongue knew how to do things most men dreamt of being able to do. Women too. Looking down at that face, eager to please him, it just felt right. Something he'd longed to see for a while now. With a groan, he gripped tight on Barty's fair and pulled him in closer, trying not to choke him.

One eye stayed on his father, waiting for the man to stir. This was such a thing to be proud of, his son clearly had some very amazing skills that needed the right amount of praise. "Fuck, you know you're way around."

That was a very satisfying thing to hear right now, knowing how much the thought alone would scandalize his father. He pulled back enough to thank the Master, whispering the words against his skin, wet with saliva. Manners were important, after all. Glancing back over his shoulder, he looked at his father, disappointed when he noticed that the man still seemed to be out of it.

"Rennervate."

That spell, too, was spoken against the Master's skin, one hand still on his thigh while the other was outstretched to point his wand. He smiled, satisfied when his father stirred, and turned back, opening his mouth yet again, moving his head and using his tongue and perhaps doing both just a little bit more than strictly necessary to give a good show.

Purposefully waking up his dad for this? The Master had to laugh, someone had some serious daddy issues. With a satisfied grin, he let him do his little spell, resting his head back as the boy brought this whole thing to a new level of wrong. A mind like that was wasted under Voldemort, he was going to need to fix it. Put this mind to work in better areas.

The Master groaned loudly, realising they were putting on a show and he had to be a little more showy that normal. So he moaned happily, muttered words of encouragement and cried out Barty's name for the sakes of this little moment.

All the while, he could see Crouch Sr watching him in disgust and confusion, clearly still very dazed.

Barty didn't just have daddy issues, he pretty much was a daddy issues. But, at least in his opinion, all of that was about to be resolved, in a permanent way. And he would make sure to milk it for all it was worth. The Master using his name, well, that was just wonderful. He couldn't have chosen anyone better for this.

He did hear something about disgrace and abomination coming from his father, but that wasn't any different from things he'd heard or felt before and he'd done a lot less to earn it then. He pulled back, sucking the tip before leaning his head back to look up at the Master with parted lips, only slightly out of breath.

"Did you want to shag me?" Just asking, mind.

The way his father cursed them and denounced his son was adorable, it really was. With a cheery smile, he nodded eagerly, keeping as much control as he could to not show how desperate he was for release. Time Lords were good at that, taming their sexual desires and needs, they had been loomed that way after all. That kind of reproduction was revolting by their stands.

"Fancy the sofa or the floor? I mean the floor is always better but it depends how you cope with carpet burn."

That earned a disgusted growl off Crouch Sr who'd started struggling anew, wanting to punish his son and end this madness. The Master had no intention of stopping, now while things were going so well.

"Get into position like a good boy, show you dad what a wonderfully attentive and clever lad you are."

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