There was a soft growl in the back of his throat, he knew what the Doctor was playing at, and if he didn't want this as much as he did, he might have waited; teased in his own way. As things were, the only time they had was in these few moments, however long they lasted. Soon, it wouldn't be the Master and the Doctor as they should have been.

They would once again have to contend with that thing, and each would be left to their own devices.

He opened up, only to thrust his tongue against the Doctor's, letting it slide against his with all the possessiveness he could pour into it from that action alone. He wanted to carve who owned the Doctor into his flesh. He wanted to burn it into the stars for the universe to see. He wished the Valeyard was separate, somehow, so that he could sear it into his mind just how wrong he was to think he could take this from him.

Before this was over, he would find a way. He would make it a lesson the Valeyard wouldn't forget for what short amount of time he still existed.