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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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"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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