Quick, slapdash Twitterfic. with_two_hearts/_Master fluff.

"Go to sleep," the Master mutters, when the Doctor rolls over for the third time to stare at the one wall he hasn't already memorized.

"It'd be easier if you'd stop talking about it," the Doctor mutters back.

"It would be easier if you'd relax."

"I am relaxed. Very relaxed. You weren't complaining about my state of relaxation earlier."

"That was before you worked yourself up again. Do I have to do something about that?"

The Doctor shivers. "No, I don't think that will be necessary."

"Then shut up and go to sleep."

"I wasn't even talking until you -"

The Master places a hand, gently but firmly, over the Doctor's mouth. "Your mind, my dear Doctor, is going faster than this TARDIS."

The Doctor rolls his eyes, and nods. The hand moves back. "I'm asleep. Look." He closes his eyes. "Completely unconscious. Dead to the world, you might say."

"Don't tempt me."

The Doctor says nothing. The Master waits for a moment, until the Doctor's breathing is deep, and his heartbeats slow and regular. Then, slowly, almost hesitantly, he wraps his arm around the other's body, pulling him in close. He lets his head fall on the pillow, face half-buried in the Doctor's curls, and closes his eyes.

Unseen, the Doctor smiles.