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In the dead of winter, the Zapolyarny Palace stood still in the center of the blizzard. To the people of Snezhnaya, it was the heart and soul of the country but to the Fatui, it was merely their resting place and a temporary office for the harbingers to gather in when the Tsaritsa called upon them.
To say the scene outside the palace had been haunting would be an understatement. Even during the punishing snow storm, soldiers stood with their backs straight in front of the doors, blocking any unwanted person from entering. With their faces half covered in their scarves, they continued fulfilling their duty without any objections.
The situation inside had been entirely different. The furniture had been toppled all over the place and the Fatui diplomats were running back and forth, each carrying a stack of papers or a clipboard yelling indiscernible things over each other. In one of the corners, an older man took a much younger officer by the shoulder and shook him hard when he had failed to complete a task according to his instructions. The young boy was startled and could only hold his head down in shame, listening to his supervisor as he called him all sorts of inappropriate names.
On the top most floor, in the back of the palace, ten Fatui harbingers sat in silence around a rectangular table as the Tsaritsa quietly processed the news they had brought with them. None of them spoke a word as they waited for their God to come to a conclusion.
“Tell me again, Pierro. Where was he last seen?” The Tsaritsa finally spoke. Her voice was deep and airy, like the howl of the wind during a violent sand storm in the scorching desert of the Mare Jivari. This was something the harbingers would never get used to. To match her voice, her personality was so domineering that anyone would be compelled to give her exactly what she needed, perhaps due to the fear of how she might react if they disobeyed or maybe something else entirely.
“Your Excellency, he was last seen near the residential building for the Fatui harbingers. One of his assistants was with him but he’s missing as well. Apparently, he was meant to leave for an important meeting regarding the Northland Bank in Liyue. However—“
“That’s enough.”
She stood up. “Now, I don’t know how you managed to let this happen but The Regrator might be the most competent one out of all of you. His abduction is not to be taken lightly. Of course, if it was one of the others I would have…Nevermind. Find him before the rest of you go missing as well. And remember, I need him back alive.”
With that said, the Harbingers bid their goodbyes and left the room. It was to be noted that since all of them had been close acquaintances of Pantalone’s, they all wore solemn expressions, as if their dear friend hadn’t just gone missing, but was also to be presumed dead.
All of them except one.
Il Dottore, the famous doctor known for his unpredictable behavior and extraordinary medical skills and experiments, walked through the messy crowd of Fatui members with a knowing smile, gaining the slight suspicion of one of his comrades, Arlecchino.
“I expected you to be upset, considering how close you two had been.” She observed him from the corner of her eye as they walked side by side to the main doors.
“Ah, but weren’t we all?” He looked ahead.
“If you’re hiding something Doctor, I suggest you spit it out.” Dottore stopped and gave her a side glance.
“Sweet, sweet Arlecchino, I am merely looking forward to an experiment that awaits in my laboratory. I couldn’t care less about our friend’s whereabouts at the moment. Perhaps he went on vacation.”
“You’ll care when there’s no one to fund your silly experiments.” Arlecchino stared at him, pointedly.
“That’s a problem for the future me.” He grinned with his sharp, shark-like teeth before walking ahead, leaving Arlecchino behind him.
After Dottore left the palace and strolled in the direction of his lab, he suddenly recalled the effort that had gone into abducting Pantalone. A shiver ran down his spine. It couldn’t be credited to the cold weather, he had merely thought of the possibility where he would be found out, and punished. The thought hadn’t lasted long, he was too eager to confront the man in the depths of his laboratory awaiting his return.
This wasn’t something Dottore could’ve gotten away with if not for the help of his subordinates. So, after disposing them off, he promised himself that this would be the first and last time he would do such a thing. Even if the pleasure he gained out of it was immeasurable.
When he reached his lab, the dark halls were empty.
Dottore silently rolled back his pale blue sleeves and smoothed out his latex gloves with a smile. He picked up a muzzle and silently observed it under the light. The man in the chair with the gag between his lips and the ropes around his wrists stared directly at him with furrowed eyebrows. When Dottore knew for sure that he was being glared at, he put the muzzle back down and walked towards the chair.
“Apologies for the interruption, dear Pantalone. Where were we?” He walked over to him and roughly pulled the cloth from his lips. As soon as he did this, Pantalone leaned forward and attempted to bite one of his fingers, gaining himself a slap from the doctor.
“Stop that. I still have the bite marks from earlier.” Dottore frowned.
“This was unnecessary, Dottore. You could have asked me to help you and I would have.”
“Come on, we both know that's not true.”
“The Northland Bank is going to suffer.”
“What a silly attempt at trying to make me feel sympathetic. Have you forgotten who I am?” Dottore could care less about the bank. He raised his left hand to run his fingers through Pantalone’s loose locks. “It’s only for a few days. Besides, it’s not your help I require.”
“If it’s money you want—“
“I’m afraid it’s not a superficial matter anymore.” Dottore interrupted him.
Pantalone raised his eyebrows but didn’t utter another word.
“Why don’t I show you, hm?” Dottore’s hand left his hair to caress his cheek. Pantalone flinched and moved back into his seat. Grabbing his face from his other hand, Dottore frowned at him with scarlet eyes.
Without hesitation, he continued touching him. His fingers lingered over his cheekbone. The spot where he had slapped him had already turned red from the impact. Dottore’s fingertips were still cold from the walk outside and Pantalone shivered under his touch. The shudder didn’t escape Dottore’s eyes and he chuckled.
“I suggest you stop right now, Doctor. I’m not comfortable with a stranger’s hand on my body.”
“Ouch. I thought we were close.” Dottore pouted.
“As if I would associate with someone like you. We’re merely colleagues.” Pantalone snarled.
Dottore only grinned at him before his finger slid from Pantalone’s cheek and to his nape. With one hand, he moved his face towards the side to take a closer look. With his clothes in disarray and his collar wide open, for the first time, Dottore noticed a cinebar mole just beneath Pantalone’s jawline. He suddenly felt the urge to run his tongue over it. It was dark in the laboratory and yet Pantalone could clearly see the hunger in his burning eyes and as he stared at his own pathetic reflection inside the scarlet fire, for the first time in many years, he felt fear in his chest as he anticipated what was to come.
He had gathered this much though: today would not be another one of Dottore’s gruesome and morbid science experiments. Pantalone was brought here for a completely different purpose.
Dottore, finally giving into his carnal urges, slid his entire tongue out and licked straight from the bottom of Pantalone’s nape upwards to the spot under his jawline. The leather chair had no arms attached to it and so he comfortably sat himself on Pantalone’s lap, pulling him close. He began sucking on that spot. At first, it was for the sake of foreplay. Now, Dottore was willing to try anything to make Pantalone succumb to his touch. But seeing as Pantalone had refused to react, Dottore’s competitive side quickly showed itself and it became a test to see how fast he would make Pantalone give in to him. Dottore was amused to learn that it didn’t take long before Pantalone had given up. He let out a low groan, and stopped resisting Dottore’s hand that was still holding onto his face. Dottore grinned and softly bit into the skin as he loosened his grip. Pantalone’s cheeks ached but the pain was ignorable compared to the heat Dottore was suddenly emanating from between his legs.
Now, Pantalone felt even more uncomfortable. This entire situation was wrong, entirely wrong and he refused to go along with Dottore’s sick desires.
“Get off of me.” Dottore ignored him. Before Pantalone could even begin to squirm under him, Dottore began to roughly grind on him as he continued sucking on his neck. Pantalone hadn't been touched this way before and being void of any intimacy for such a long time, his reaction surpassed Dottore’s expectations. He moaned again, loudly before cutting himself off by biting down his lip. There was a voice at the back of his mind urging him to grind up into the doctor but he still resisted no matter how desperate he was to let himself loose and get this over with. The skin on his neck was now painted a blueish purple and when Dottore pulled back and took the view in, he felt himself growing in size and tightening underneath his pants, putting Pantalone in even more discomfort.
He still wanted Dottore to stop. He knew what he was feeling in this moment was a new kind of raw pleasure he had never found himself thinking in the direction of, mixed with some other emotions but it was completely inappropriate. If any of the others, especially the Tsaritsa had found out that The Regrator was fucking the mad scientist, all hell would break loose in the Palace. But then again (and as much as he would hate to admit it), the fact that this would have to remain a secret between the two managed to ignite something in Pantalone.
Dottore gazed at him with lustful eyes and held his chin between his thumb and index finger and shifted his gaze upwards to make him look up at him.
“Let’s try something, shall we?”
He stood up and within a couple of heartbeats, grabbed onto Pantalone’s waist and wrapped his thighs around his own. Something about how easy it had been for Dottore to manoeuvre him this way sparked another flame in Pantalone’s heart. He wanted to ignore it, to put it out and get off Dottore and leave this place.
But after Dottore sat back down with him on his lap, his growing dick rubbing against Pantalone’s and after a difficult fight against his newly unlocked desire, he knew he had finally lost this battle.
Pantalone moved closer to him until his lips were barely touching his ear, “Do whatever you like, Doctor.”
Dottore wasn’t expecting this. Knowing Pantalone, he would’ve had to spend at least another hour getting him to submit. He was familiar with his stubbornness due to all those times he had tried convincing him to lend money for his research. Who knew he had such little strength left in him? Dottore did not tease him about this, though. Right now, he only wanted the rest of his stubbornness to subside, so that he could devour him entirely without any kind of resistance.
Just as Dottore was about to strip him of his clothes, Pantalone unexpectedly began grinding against Dottore’s bulge, earning himself an accidental moan from Dottore. Before he could go on, Dottore cupped his ass with both hands and held Pantalone firmly in place, only slightly pushing him downwards into himself to gain a little pleasure.
“Enough now, you will do as I say and nothing more.”
With such a short distance between them, Dottore noticed how plump and red Pantalone’s lips were. Before thinking anything of it, he leaned forward and captured them in his mouth. Pantalone’s eyes widened but again, he gave in and moved his lips against Dottore’s.
Dottore’s tongue slipped into his and Pantalone smiled before biting it. Dottore instinctively slapped his ass and he jolted, letting go of his grip. He could already taste the blood in his mouth. When they pulled back, bright and crimson blood dripped from Dottore’s lips. Pantalone leaned forward and licked it off.
Moving to Dottore’s ear, he whispered, “This is payback.”
Dottore sat silent for a second and stared into his eyes. Even without saying a word, Pantalone could still feel his response by the way Dottore’s wetness seeped into his bulge. Dottore quietly began undressing him, starting from his trousers. After tearing them off with unrestrained strength, earning a gasp from Pantalone, and unbuttoning his shirt, he threw both of the items of clothing in the opposite direction. He started to make quick work with his own clothes and after both of them were exposed, their cocks hung freely, both swollen and pink from the blood rushing into them.
As if the heat from his own body wasn’t enough, Dottore’s cock rubbed against him naturally and he suddenly questioned how all of that would even fit into him. It was entirely too big and Pantalone had not been touched before. He knew how the prepping process went but despite that, he was still unsure of how they would manage it.
From the way his eyebrows knitted together and how he unabashedly stared at his length, Dottore understood his concern and held his chin up to look into his eyes.
“If you think I’m not fitting it into you one way or another, you’re truly mistaken.” He smiled. He gently removed Pantalone’s glasses before he could stop him.
“But I can’t—”
“The one in control is me, you have no need for them.”
Pantalone’s heartbeat, which had already been ten times too fast, grew faster and he realised his fears from earlier had not been irrational. And nothing he could say now would get him out of the situation, it would only get him into it even deeper.
Dottore suddenly held both of them in his palm and began pumping them at a slow speed. The fear in his chest left for a minute as Pantalone huffed. He did not know how the thought occurred to him, he only knew it would make him feel better, so he started fucking upwards into Dottore’s hand. Due to the friction from his palm and cock, precum started beading on his tip.
Dottore let go of their dicks and backhandedly slapped Pantalone, “Who allowed you to do that?”
For a second, Pantalone was stunned. But he wasn’t a fool, he knew what game they were supposed to be playing. It didn’t mean he wouldn’t disobey him every now and then, though. However, right now, he only felt annoyed. He ached for relief so desperately, he willed himself to obey Dottore and let him have his way.
“Keep going.” He panted.
“You’re going to tell me what to do now?” Dottore growled.
“Whatever. I’ll leave this up to you then.”
“Good boy.”
Dottore, however, didn’t continue stroking them again. He knew this would be Pantalone’s first time and the desire to fill him up with his cum was stronger than he had expected. He couldn’t have him coming before he had even split his legs open for himself.
He got up from the chair and with ease, placed Pantalone down and adjusted the seat in such a way that he lay completely flat. Pantalone did nothing in defense, he already knew what was coming and he silently hoped it wouldn’t be as painful as he had imagined.
Dottore knew the chair was sturdy, and so he too sat down but on his knees. After pulling Pantalone close, he removed his gloves and opened his legs. He gently pressed a finger to his rim. The sensitivity was already too much for Pantalone to handle and he flinched under his touch. Or at least, tried to. He had once again underestimated Dottore’s strength which held him in place and did not let him close his legs despite how hard he tried.
“The less you move, the easier it is for me.” Dottore said in a low voice. Pantalone noticed how he did not mention that it would decrease the pain he would experience and swallowed.
This time Dottore inserted his finger entirely and Pantalone cried out. He arched his back and shut his eyes. This was somehow scarier than not being able to see properly but he could not bring himself to even look at Dottore’s silhouette as he tortured his hole.
Meanwhile, Dottore pumped his finger, trying to search for Pantalone’s prostate. He inserted another finger, this time pushing them in deeper. Pantalone cried out again and felt around for something to hold on to. After a few minutes of discomfort and pain, he felt unimaginable pleasure surge through his dick. A moan escaped his lip.
Dottore grinned, “There you go.”
He pushed the two fingers againstthe same spot and Pantalone let out another moan, loud enough that it echoed around the lab. While pushing in back and forth, Dottore spat on his other hand, grabbed onto his own length and began lubricating it.
Before sending Pantalone a warning, he immediately pushed his dick in with brute force and the man underneath him yelped in pain. His hands wrapped around Dottore’s back, nails digging into his skin without restraint. Dottore hissed from the stinging. But finding relief after so long only made Dottore push in again, harder. His eyes rolled at the back of his head from the way Pantalone’s tight walls clenched around his length. The pleasure was too intense. So much so that Dottore had to stop for a second from the fear that he would come without being able to thrust in again. He huffed and brought his lips close to Pantalone’s ear.
“My, what a slut you are. So tight around me. Is this what you think of when you stare at me in public.” Dottore breathed.
Pantalone didn’t realise that Dottore had caught him staring at him before. He couldn’t even defend himself because he knew what thoughts ran through his mind in those moments. He only listened to Dottore as he whispered in his ear.
“You’re so good for me, baby. So wet.” Dottore pushed in again. With a gentle force this time, to make himself last longer. And to Pantalone’s surprise, what he felt wasn’t a sharp pain but an unexpected pleasure that made his cock suddenly twitch. He moaned and dug his nails deeper into Dottore’s back. Realising this, Dottore reached for his cock and adjusted himself to push against the same spot.
Pantalone’s moans became louder and high pitched, making Dottore dizzy enough to push in deeper, faster. He groaned in Pantalone’s ears as the sound of his balls slapping against his cheeks filled the laboratory. They continued like this, until they neared their highs. As Pantalone stopped holding back his moans and started moving against Dottore’s dick, he realised he was close and immediately stopped his thrusts.
Pantalone wore a disappointed expression on his face and whimpered.
“What are you—?” He panted.
Dottore only growled in his ear, “Say you’re mine and I might let you come. Say it. Say that you’re mine to play with and ruin as much as I want.”
“You’re fucking crazy.” His nails dug deeper into his back and Dottore hissed. Suddenly, he bit into Pantalone’s shoulder, enough for a little blood to drip out. Pantalone screamed and arched his back.
“Say it, baby.”
Pantalone had almost reached his climax and he wanted nothing more than to be relieved of the pain. And so, in this drunken state, he whispered in Dottore’s ear.
“I…I’m yours. Yours to fuck and ruin as much as you want. Whenever you want.” He groaned. This was more than Dottore had asked for and he pulled his dick out enough for Pantalone’s rim to clench around it before he pushed it back in with a strength he had restrained before. Pantalone cried out.
Dottore’s thrusts grew faster. The only sounds that filled the room were of skin against skin and the growls that escaped Dottore’s lips.
He knew he was close and so he asked, “In or out?”
“Out!” Being filled with his cum was something he couldn’t endure even in this hazy state.
Dottore had expected him to say this and so, with a grin, spurt out his cum inside Pantalone’s hole. Pantalone cursed under his breath and while he himself came onto his stomach, began making new scratches on Dottore’s shoulder blades. He could feel the blood on his fingers seep out of the scratches on Dottore’s back. But the sensation inside him had been too uncomfortable and he was angry. Then again, Dottore doing whatever he wanted with him, despite his response, was something he had agreed to at the moment.
Even after they had both come onto and into each other, Dottore continued fucking him without holding back. Pantalone’s cheeks were flushed and tears formed in the corner of his eyes as he begged Dottore, who only pushed in faster, to stop. Only when Pantalone’s moans quieted down and Dottore looked up to see his fucked out face on the verge of collapse, did he stop. They both panted next to each other’s ears while Dottore lay on top of him. The sticky liquid felt warm on their stomachs and only after some time had passed did Dottore pull out. The cum leaked out of Pantalone’s hole but was unable to move. Dottore brought his finger to his rim and coated it with his release. He suddenly brought it to Pantalone’s lips and with the way he pushed it in, he had no choice but to suck it off. The view of Pantalone with his eyes looking at nothing in particular and the tears that stained his flushed cheeks was enough to make Dottore a little hard again.
He wanted nothing more than to hold onto Pantalone’s hand and help him stroke his dick but he fought this compulsion, wanting Pantalone to become lucid before he fucked him out once again.
And with that, he got off from the chair and went searching in his lab for a cloth to clean themselves off.