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Pantalone spares a glance at the clock for the fourth time in the span of a couple of minutes. It was getting dark out and he still had stacks of reports to review. Leave it to the doctor to be late to the meeting he scheduled, probably absorbed in another one of his unethical experiments.
He clicks his tongue in annoyance and goes back to reviewing the Fatui’s recent finances, taking into notice the absurd amount of mora squandered on Dottore’s experiments. The Northland Bank has more than enough mora to waste but he wants to teach Dottore a special lesson on spending responsibly.
A sharp knock on the door interrupts his thoughts and he’s not given much time to prepare before Dottore strolls in.
“You're late,” Pantalone greets the doctor and gestures for him to take a seat in the chair across his desk.
“I was busy,” Dottore replies, making no move to sit.
“As you always are my dear doctor.” Dottore crosses his arms and huffs impatiently.
“Well, are we going to start talking about finances or continue to exchange unwanted pleasantries?”
“This is a personal matter so I ask you to remove your mask so we can have a civil discussion.” Pantalone won’t deny he had ulterior motives in having Dottore remove that godforsaken mask.
He despised how it was glued to the doctor’s face at all hours of the day, hiding what was underneath.
Dottore's mouth stays stuck in a frown but he does as requested and slowly pulls off the mask.
Pantalone greedily takes in ruby eyes framed by long lashes, high cheekbones, and permanently furrowed brows. His eyes rove over smooth skin, only marred by the scar that goes across the bridge of his nose and rises towards his forehead. The urge to trace his finger to follow the scar rises, as it always does when he’s faced with Dottore's bare face.
“Are you done?” Dottore's deadpan brings him out of his fantasies.
“With what?” Pantalone tilts his head in mock confusion, snickering at Dottore’s tsk of irritation. He folds his hands upon his desk and leans forward. “Well? What are the matters you have to discuss with me?”
“I need mora for a new experiment,” is the blunt response. “I submitted a request a few days ago and it hasn’t been accepted yet. I came all the way here to tell you to hurry up. I’m on a tight schedule and I need the materials as soon as possible.”
Pantalone felt a rise of irritation at the man's dismissive tone. For once, the doctor won’t be getting what he wants without a fight.
“Your request hasn’t been accepted because I’m debating if I should even go through with it.”
“What?!” Dottore growls. “What about that fool Tartaglia? Has he not spent thousands on needless things in Liyue? What prompts this uncertainty for me?”
Pantalone represses his smirk with a smooth clearing of his throat, it seems despite the doctors' claims of being mature in comparison to his reckless younger clones, there are still remnants of his wicked temper that are starting to flare up now.
“It seems to me Regrator, that instead of this being a mora issue, this is an issue between you and me which seems a bit unprofessional, does it not? As someone who is always advocating for professionalism amongst the harbingers, this is quite ironic of you.” His infuriating smirk has reappeared, and along with his taunting words, Pantalone can feel his patience thinning.
“My dearest doctor, I have no clue as to what you are talking about.” Pantalone replies smoothly, “As the main accountant for the bank's funds I decided that it is no longer worthwhile for the bank to continue funding your failed experiments.”
Dottore slams his palms against the desk, making a loud bang and knocking some of the items to the ground. Pantalone internally winces at the sound of a crash, no doubt one of his priceless trinkets shattering, but remains unperturbed, “How dare you insult my capabilities! I find that someone who cannot comprehend the advances of the sciences should keep their mouth shut when it comes to such matters. This is not your area of expertise Pantalone so I suggest you end this pointless conversation and grant me my requested funds so I can be on my way.”
Pantalone merely tilts his head to the side and furrows his brows in response, “My my doctor, I thought we were past the age for your temper tantrums.”
Dottore snarls and grabs Pantalone's collar, yanking him close enough where he could see the glimmers of rage in the other man’s scarlet eyes. “Last chance Regrator. Give me the funds before I take them myself.”
Pantalone could feel excitement flare up in his lower stomach as Dottores grip tightens, he’s pushed the other man to his limit and if he plays his cards right now, he’ll end up with what he’s been wanting for a while now.
“You may earn the right to such funds in the manner of which I see fit.”
Dottore rolls his eyes in response. “Stop spouting out twisted nonsense and tell me what I must do for you to oh so graciously grant my request.” But his voice sounded fainter, a contrast to his loud outburst seconds ago.
While he was lost in thought, Dottore had retreated to rest against the wall, fixing Pantalone with a blank stare. Yet despite his calm facade, he showed traces of anticipation with his index finger anxiously tapping against his crossed arms. It seems he needed mora quite badly, which worked out for Pantalone.
“Your body.”
“I beg your pardon?” Dottore pushes himself off the wall, brows furrowed in confusion.
“Offer up your body to me.” Pantalone plants his elbows on the desk and rests his head upon his folded hands, “and I will grant your request.”
Dottore's outburst is immediate.
Like a cat with its hackles raised, Pantalone thinks amusedly as he watches the other man stomp around the room, gesticulating wildly. This train of thought led to many mental images of Dottore striking various poses similar to one of a cat.
“What’s so funny?” Dottore growls, once again interrupting Pantalone from his thoughts.
“Just the idea that our esteemed doctor might be a virgin.” He lets out a chuckle, eyes gleaming with mirth, “And I thought those clones were used for more than just additional support.”
The look in Dottores eyes can only be described as murderous as he stalks toward the desk. Pantalone knows this is where he should draw the line, lest he wants to end up like one of the doctor's unfortunate patients, dead. Yet, he can’t deny the pleasure he gets to see the cracks in the usual calm and collected facade the doctor has going on.
“Run that by me again?” Dottores' tone is icy as is the look in his eyes.
“Now now, you know I mean no offense.” Pantalone lazily waves his hand in the air, “it’s fine if you are a virgin, I’ll make sure to be nice and gentle.”
Dottore snorts in response. “Who said I was going to accept your outrageous proposal to begin with?” He furrows his brows, a manic grin on his face, “such wishful thinking Regrator.”
Pantalone clicks his tongue in annoyance but offers no argument.
“I will simply find another way to secure the funds needed for my research” He turns around and starts walking to the door. “Now if you excuse me, I’ve wasted enough time on this useless meeting.”
“Wait.” Dottore stills. “I urge you to reconsider.”
Dottore scoffs and turns around, a retort ready on his tongue but Pantalone continues. “I know how pricey your little experiments can be, the only way you’ll secure enough funds for them is from the Northland Bank.” Dottore merely narrows his eyes in response, challenging him to go on. He almost shivers in anticipation when met with Dottore's calculated gaze.
“I apologize for my previous behavior, I assure you that my offer is genuine.”
Dottore eyes him distrustingly, “Do you make such inappropriate proposals with our colleagues as well?” An image of Punchinello performing indecent acts pops into his mind and he immediately banishes that thought.
“Don’t be ridiculous, can you imagine me offering this proposal to Punchinello?” The side of Dottores mouth quirks up for a second and Pantalone knows he’s won.
“Now pray tell doctor, do you accept my proposal?”
Dottore hums and acts to be in deep thought yet his smirk reveals he’s already made a choice. “I suppose it would be foolish of me to decline such a simple request.”
“Oh?” Pantalone arches a brow, “and what makes you think my request will be so simple?” The doctor scoffs in response.
“Oh please,” he smirks, “A few pumps and you’ll release all over my hand, I’m not expecting anything from a horny dog such as yourself.” Pantalone takes that as a personal challenge.
“We’ll see about that.”
He rises from his desk and within a few steps is face to face with the doctor. He has a few inches on him so Dottore has to look up to hold eye contact. He’s still wearing that infuriating smirk and Pantalone intends to get rid of it.
He raises his hand to caress Dottore’s cheek, thumb tracing the scar softly.
“I thought you were going to fuck me, not stand here like a lovestruck teen about to cream their pants.” Dottore huffs.
Pantalone's grip tightens and he shoves his thumb into Dottore’s mouth, resting it against his tongue.
“Do you ever shut up?” He snarls, shoving his thumb deeper and relishing in the way Dottore chokes.
He invades Dottore's space even more, pushing him until his back hits the wall then pressing his knee between his thighs, rubbing the hardness against his thigh. He leans in, mouthing against Dottore’s neck, licking a stripe of skin and then biting down and repeating the process again and again until his neck is full of marks.
Dottore doesn’t remain still, hands roaming Pantalone's body, ridding him of his cloak before creeping up from underneath his shirt, the frigid temperature of his fingers providing relief against his burning skin.
As Pantalone moves to mouth a patch of skin beneath the ear, Dottore lets out a loud moan that tapers off to a groan as he tries to save his reputation. Pantalone pulls back with a lazy grin, enjoying the red flush on Dottore’s skin and his reluctance to make eye contact. “Seems like someone’s a little sensitive,” Pantalone grins.
“You got lucky bastard,” Dottore growls as he turns to glare at him but the intimidating effect is lost by the glazed look in his eyes.
Pantalone merely hums in response and leans in to kiss him, tilting his head to deepen it before swiping his tongue against his bottom lip. Dottore opens his mouth in response and Pantalone slides his tongue in, mapping the inside of his mouth. Dottore meets him just as eagerly, tongue twisting to meet his and his hand clutching the back of his neck, nails digging in painfully. Pantalone tugs on his hair in response and swallows the moan he lets out.
Dottore breaks off the kiss and narrows his eyes. “Asshole.”
“You always call me the sweetest names,” Pantalone replies teasingly, his fingers making quick work of the doctor’s jacket and deftly undoing the buttons on his shirt, revealing the tight harness underneath.
“Such a whore,” Pantalone mutters, finger tracing the leather strap, “do you wear this hoping that someone will bend you over and fuck you at any given moment? How kinky of you doctor.”
Dottore grips his hand, “I didn’t take you to be such a jealous man Regrator,” he squeezes his wrist painfully. “Call me a whore again and see what happens.”
Pantalone raises a brow, “You know better than to challenge me, doctor.”
Dottore sneers and opens his mouth to bite back a response but Pantalone rubs a thumb across a nipple and effectively shuts him down, the other man biting his lip to silence any noises.
“Ah, you’re always so noisy, why silence yourself now?” Dottore growls and his eyes flash with anger but Pantalone ignores him and continues with his ministrations.
His hands roam the broad expanse of his chest before grabbing and squeezing his pecs, brushing his fingers over one of the nipples, scraping it with his nail until Dottore is panting loudly, his chest rising and falling at an increased pace. He watches as it hardens then switches his attention to the other nipple, latching onto it and flicking his tongue over the bud. Dottore chokes, hand gripping Pantalone’s hair tightly, unable to restrain himself as he lets out a loud moan. Pantalone hums, pleased with himself and determined to draw out more sounds from the usually collected doctor.
He pulls away and admires his handiwork, both nipples are red and puffy and there’s a pink flush spanning from Dottore’s face to his chest. His eyes are hazy but still retain some sharpness in them and he smirks as he makes eye contact with Pantalone.
“Is that all you got Regrator?” Pantalone’s patience has finally run out. He feels heat rising in his core as he’s challenged by the doctor once again. He vows to have Dottore screaming his name by the end of this night.
He grabs the collar around the other man's neck and pulls him toward his desk. With his free arm, he sweeps off all the clutter on his desk then slams Dottore against the now-empty desk. His thighs spread and Pantalone stood between them.
“My my, what’s gotten into you?” Dottore still manages to be snarky after being dragged around like a ragdoll, it irritates Pantalone to no end.
He pulls the other man’s pants off completely, not wanting to deal with any unnecessary scraps of fabric, and then rids him of his underwear too, leaving him completely bare except for the harness garnishing his chest. His cock stands proud, the tip a pretty shade of pink and already leaking so much, pearls of precum beading at the slit. Pantalone wants to take it into his mouth, to taste it, but he knows Dottore doesn’t deserve such treatment with how bratty he’s been all night.
He yanks open one of the drawers on the side of the desk to grab a piece of fabric from it. A beautifully designed silk scarf, a gift from his last trip to Fontaine. He uses it to tie Dottore’s hands tight, making sure there was no way to break free. Knowing the doctor though, Pantalone wouldn’t be surprised if he manages to escape them.
“Kinky.” Dottore croons.
He shoves three fingers into Dottore’s mouth, enjoying the way his eyes widened at the sudden intrusion.
“Suck.” Dottore's eyes narrow and he remains still.
“Suck unless you want me to go in dry.” That prompts a reaction, Dottore wraps his tongue around each of his digits, coating them thoroughly.
The whole image is obscene and Pantalone imagines what it would be like if he had something else in his mouth but quickly disregards the thought. Dottore's teeth are a force to be reckoned with and he’s already gotten his hands full tonight, but perhaps another night if Dottore agreed to this again and Pantalone is sure that he would.
He pulls his fingers out and admires how red and puffy Dottore’s lips have become. He runs his thumb across the bottom lip then lowers himself to press a chaste kiss to his lips before pulling away.
“Aww, look at you being all sweet.” Dottore snickers and Pantalone wants to ruin him.
He circles a finger around Dottore’s rim and that’s all the warning the other man gets as he suddenly pushes his finger all the way in.
“Ah!” Dottore’s back arches and his hands try to break free from their restraints. He glares and bares his teeth at Pantalone. “Give me a warning next time you bastard.”
“Oh? Don’t tell me the doctor can’t handle a single finger?” Dottore's eyes flash dangerously but before he can spit out a poisonous retort, Pantalone starts moving his finger, thrusting it in and out of him at a brutal pace.
Dottore hisses in a breath, fingernails digging into his hands in a desperate attempt not to make any noise.
“Don’t try to hide your sweet sounds from me now dear doctor.” He angles his wrist, looking for that specific spot to make Dottore release more lovely sounds for him.
He thrusts his finger in, hitting something new, and Dottore shouts, eyes hazy with pleasure and legs unconsciously wrapping around Pantalone's waist, pulling him in closer.
“Ah, there it is,” Pantalone smirks. “As a doctor, you must know what that special spot can do to you. Isn’t that right Dottore?” He grips Dottores chin, forcing him to maintain eye contact.
“I’ll make you scream tonight.”
Dottore smirks and tilts his chin up in rebellion. “Go ahead and try Pantalone.”
Lewd sounds continue to fill the office as Pantalone slides another finger into Dottore, continuing with his brutal pace, aiming for that specific spot with each thrust.
Dottore’s hands rest above his head and his cock stands tall, an angry red for being ignored this long. Pantalone feels no remorse, remembering how irritating Dottore has been, and thinks his cock can be neglected for a while longer.
He admires the way Dottore looks, face flushed and eyes hazy with his hair strewn in all directions upon the desk. He curls his fingers to hit that spot once more and watches how his brows furrow and throat bobs, swallowing back another whine.
He could watch Dottore’s reactions all night but his cock, heavy and neglected, is straining against his pants so he decides it’s enough.
He pulls his fingers out and wipes them dry against his pants, deciding the mourn the loss later, and quickly pulls down his pants and underwear in one motion, freeing himself. He doesn't miss Dottore's quiet inhale as he gazes at his cock.
His hands grip Dottore's waist and he relishes in the fact he’s still fully clothed while Dottore is completely naked, the power rush going to his head as he digs his fingers into the other man's skin trying to ground himself.
He ruts himself against Dottore teasingly, fascinated with how the head of his cock briefly catches on the puffy rim before pulling away. He enjoys the red flush spreading on the other man’s skin as he continues his teasing.
“Your slutty hole wants my cock so bad.” He teases, pushing the head of his cock so it’s almost in before pulling out again.
“Just do it already!” Dottore growls and wraps his legs around Pantalone's waist, successfully pulling him closer.
Pantalone stills and his hand moves lightning fast, encasing Dottore's throat in a vice grip, watching as his eyelids flutter in response, the kinky bastard.
“Don’t rush me.” He accentuates each word with a tightening around the doctor's throat. “Just lay down and let me use you like a good whore.”
Dottore's jaw flexes in indignation yet he stays still. Pantalone pats his cheek reassuringly, “Good boy.” He registered a flare of pain in his hand and realized Dottore had bitten him, hard. Drops of blood were starting to form as Dottore stared at him smugly, the bastard knew how sharp his teeth were and yet still had the audacity to bite him.
In an impressive display of strength, he flips Dottore onto his stomach, applying force on the back of his neck to keep his head down, and enters him in one fluid motion.
Dottore breaks his silence and lets out a loud keen as his senses are overloaded with stimulation. Pantalone pays him no mind and sets a brutal pace, pistoning his hips in and out of Dottore as he chases after his pleasure. He was so tight and hot that he almost came after the first couple of thrusts but he quickly regained his stamina and continued to pound away.
Each thrust is accurately aimed at Dottore’s prostate and is accompanied by a forceful slam of his hips against bare skin. Slapping noises are overpowered by loud moans and whines as Pantalone finally broke the barrier that Dottore was keeping up, the doctor letting out all kinds of sounds unabashedly.
“Don’t stop… hah, you bastard.” Dottore cries out. “I know you can go harder than mmh… this.”
He watches his cock disappear in and out of Dottore, desperately sliding back into that tight warmth. His hands gripping onto that slim waist tensely, fingers digging in so hard he was sure Dottore would have bruises the next day.
Pantalone prays to the Tsaritsa that he didn’t have another meeting planned. If someone were to walk in on Dottore in this state he was sure neither he nor that unsuspecting fellow would survive Dottore’s wrath.
He feels the familiar tightening in his abdomen approaching and knows he’s going to cum soon but refuses to lose to the doctor.
He suddenly stops thrusting, ignoring Dottore’s whine of protest, wanting to see him do some work for once.
“Do it yourself.” He commands.
Dottore snarls as he turns his head to the side and gives him the nastiest glare one can with one cheek pressed against the desk.
Pantalone delivered a sharp smack to his ass, watching as the flesh jiggled and turned red, prompting him to hurry up and Dottore’s glare turned downright murderous.
“How dare you-!” But Pantalone cut him off.
“I won’t be moving until you fuck yourself back on my cock.” He looks down at him with a cold gaze. “Is this really how you want it to end?”
Dottore’s mouth immediately shut and with his mouth set in a thin line, he slowly started pushing back onto Pantalone’s cock.
Pantalone watched as he fucked himself back pathetically, thrusting his hips back for the smallest amount of stimulation he knew wasn’t enough based on how Dottore grit his teeth and pushed back deeper.
After a while he noticed as Dottore got more and more frustrated, teeth digging into his bottom lip and brows furrowed in frustration, eyes glassy with unshed tears. His thrusts were becoming more and more sloppy and there was a slight quiver in his thighs.
Pantalone could feel the final restraints of his self-control snapping, the esteemed second Harbinger, rivaled in strength by Pierro alone, was crying from his cock.
He flips Dottore back onto his back, throws a leg over his shoulder, digs his fingers into soft flesh, and starts pounding into his hole at a brutal pace. He watches as Dottore’s eyes shut in pleasure, tears streaming, and his mouth a perfectly round shape as he mutters incomprehensible nonsense, words just a mantra of harder, please, and Pantalone notices with delight, his name.
He’s finally fucked the sense out of that annoying bastard.
He notices Dottore nearing his orgasm and finally gives some attention to his neglected cock, gripping it tightly as Dottore cries out.
“Now what do we say?” Pantalone slows his thrusts, hand still gripping his cock.
Dottore looks at him, fresh tears streaming down his face and Pantalone knows he’s won.
“Please, ah… just please fuck me, Pantalone.” He slurs out. “Wanna come.”
Pantalone felt his cock twitch, even while buried deep in Dottore.
“Good boy.”
With that, he sped up his thrusts again and started stroking Dottore’s dick at the same pace. It was only a matter of before he felt his hole clench and flutter around his cock. Dottore let out a hoarse cry as ropes of cum lined his stomach.
Pantalone bit his lip hard enough to draw blood in an effort to prevent himself from cumming, the metallic taste spurring him on to continue his fast pace, fucking Dottore through his orgasm.
The other man struggled in response, trying to get away as it became too much, the overstimulation making his body sensitive to the thick cock that continued to ram at his prostate.
“Ohh… Nngh, ah! Panta-” He cuts off with a high-pitched whine. “Please, no more, ah!”
Pantalone reaches down, wrapping his hand around Dottore's neck once, more reveling in the bruises already starting to form.
“Shut up.” His hand tightens around Dottore’s neck. “You can take it right?”
Dottore growls and tightens in response and Pantalone finally comes, painting Dottore's insides with hot cum.
After coming down from the post-orgasm high, he pulls out and admires the way drops of cum leaked out, his soft cock twitching at the sight.
He glanced down to check how the doctor was faring and grinned. His eyes were rimmed with red from the crying, tear stains on his cheek and his lips were red from all the biting. There was still a pink flush to his cheeks yet his eyes had regained a sense of clarity to them. Pantalone cursed his ability to quickly regain composure, he quite liked seeing Dottore all fucked out and helpless.
Dottore's eyes slid over to meet him. “Will you approve of my funds now?” His voice was hoarse from misuse and it only turned Pantalone on even more.
Pantalone smirked in response. “If you’re still coherent enough to be thinking about mora it means I haven’t fucked you hard enough.”
He leans down to whisper against the shell of his ear. “Ready for round 2?” Rubbing his now hard cock against his rim teasingly.
Dottore smirks in response. “Hopefully it won’t be on this godforsaken desk again.”