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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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Oh that lack of naming wounded him, it really did. He allowed Barty to give as much as he could, pleased by the display of power he was getting off his servant. For his servant, he was very challenging and functioned better than most might under his circumstances. He wasn't sniffling or whimpering in fear but he knew his place well enough. The Master not only admired it but enjoyed it. Not quite an equal but ... well, maybe a fun little friend? And he used the term friend loosely.

He didn't make friends and people didn't usually fuck their friends, he supposed. But against his best judgement, he liked Barty.

"You're so good to me, the gift that keeps on giving," the Master cooed playfully, unable not to smile at Barty. "I don't overly like the Malfoys. Let's destroy them."

"Oh?" Here's why he didn't have to believe in a god. This man here was much better at listening to his prayers. Or very dark and twisted thoughts, at least. Barty moved under him, just a little, tilting his hips and chasing some friction. "That's just fine with me." So he was smiling too. "Very much so, in fact."

For what little positive feeling he had ever felt toward anyone, there had been plenty of space for contempt, envy and hatred. Much more fulfilling in the long run, he'd come to find. On the other hand though.

"See, that's why I love you so." He laughed, because he could, and because he was even starting to mind the incessant Christmas songs less. "Master."

Barty was always so willing for everything, it's why the Master liked him so much. Talk of torture and revenge got them both in the mood and little else seemed quite as fun as moments like this, when they had plans ahead and a fun night of activity to go. With a smirk, he also tilted towards Barty, happily giving him the friction he craved. Just not enough to be satisfied. It was always so much more funny to draw out the foreplay, it made Barty so desperate.

"How should we do it? I don't like Lucius, we should get him first. He talks big but he's a snivelling little coward. And I'm pretty sure he was mocking me yesterday. And he knows I know, I'm just letting him stew. So, whatever should we do?"

With an amused smile, he let his hand ride up Barty's leg, resting in a very suggestive place. "I know you love me, why wouldn't you? I'm brilliant."

"Make him shave his head." The suggestion was only half-serious, although the thought of Lucius' face at receiving that order was very entertaining. He swallowed, eyes darting to the hand on his leg and, well, he shifted, much as he could, trying to get the hand into a better position. His tongue flicked out for a moment, but his eyes found the Master's again.

"You are brilliant. Love you more every time you show it." He grinned and bit down on his lip, then smiled. "Think Lucius can clean? The muggle way?"

"You always have the best ideas. Maybe we should make him get a new hair cut?" the Master teased, letting his hand wriggle up and grip Barty through his trousers gently, rubbing him till he felt a certain stiffness come about. Barty was so easy, like all humans, all it took a little touch and some sweet words and they soon came in their pants in excitement.

Fortunately Barty had better self control.

"Stop sweet talking me, I won't fall for it," he teased, pulling Barty in for another kiss and only pulling back to laugh. "Clear? Oh that's good. The hall does need a good clean, you know?"

Well, Barty was still in his teens, so him being able to control himself really did show quite a lot of willpower. He was hard, though, and getting more so, that was for sure. But his voice sounded almost unaffected, even though his hips were bucking just the tiniest bit. Eager body, never mind what his mind had to say to it.

"It does. Especially since you let that ministry employer live long enough to bleed out. He couldn't even talk right anymore." Although Barty could admit that hearing him try was quite amusing. "He won't think you're so funny anymore when he's been scrubbing the floor for some hours."

For a boy so young, the Master noticed that Barty had a lot more control and more intelligence than the usual boy. He was mostly impressed by the way he could stand being broken and repaired so often. Would he still be on his toes like this in his older days? He'd love to find out. Maybe he could skip ahead a little when he found his TARDIS?

Responding to the silent request, he continued to massage Barty through his trousers, never giving him too much but enough to make him want it. Maybe he'd beg for it one day? -- Or, far more likely, try to manipulate him to avoid said begging. "Well, you know, removing all his teeth and his tongue was a messy job but I never did like being called an idiot. I take great offence so such things, it's my biggest flaw."

He smirked at the idea of doing the same to Lucius but he decided to give a pass this time and make him a scrubber.

If pressed on the issue, Barty might arrive on the conclusion that he'd never been all that whole to begin with, which was probably a fair assessment. There had to be a reason his father hadn't wanted anything to do with him from the start, that he couldn't ever earn his approval, didn't there? As it stood, it was a topic he preferred not to think about it at all. It was enough to be aware of his issues, no need to analyze them.

"Not saying it wasn't justified," Barty managed, even though his voice was starting to come out a bit breathless and his body was moving with the rhythm of the Master's had, getting as much friction out of his touch as he could. "Just messy, as you said. But I bet Lucius can take proper care of it..."

Trailing off the sentence ended in a low moan as his eyes fluttered shut. He needed to stay focused, knowing the Master he wouldn't let him get off until he was ready himself, if that, and, well. Timelord. "Regulus, too. He's on your list." Great personal assistant, as promised.

Time Lords weren't exactly people who naturaslly felt the need, nor really had to, have a good fuck. They loomed their children and mating was seen as a primitive thing. It was possible to have babies, if need be, but the conventional way was looked down on greatly. Honestly, had he never come to Earth, the Master doubted he would of had a sex drive personally.

But being here, hormones everywhere, it did things to him. And often, he found preference in watching others squirm more than he did in much else. Hence why making Barty struggling to breath normally like this just did it for him. It was a display of how much power he really had over him.

He kept going, curious to see how long it would take for Barty to beg him.

"Regulus needs to be taught he's not better than me," the Master insisted, leaning down to pull Barty into a quick kiss. "I think I'll let you play with that one. Would you like that?"

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