The Master kissed back viciously, and that made the Doctor's breath catch. There was nothing romantic in the Master's kiss, and that was what the Doctor wanted. He wanted to pull the anger in, he wanted to feel the rage. The fight for dominance was something the Doctor knew well, and it was something he'd become too compliant in. He'd given up fighting with the Valeyard, but this fight, this was something part of him wanted to win.
He released his grip on the Master's head and took his wrists instead, struggling to flip them both over so the Doctor would be on top, controlling this kiss. Controlling whatever the hell it was they were doing right now. Kissing, fighting, taking, sharing, it was everything they were. He could taste blood from where the Master bit down on his lip and that was good, too. Nothing nice, everything that was a fight.
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Date: 2011-12-21 03:52 am (UTC)He released his grip on the Master's head and took his wrists instead, struggling to flip them both over so the Doctor would be on top, controlling this kiss. Controlling whatever the hell it was they were doing right now. Kissing, fighting, taking, sharing, it was everything they were. He could taste blood from where the Master bit down on his lip and that was good, too. Nothing nice, everything that was a fight.