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A ColdHiddenBlade Oneshot
Lips drew downwards into a displeased grimace as he read through his newest orders from the Jester. He was asked to relax by his precious god, but the First Harbinger had a different opinion and sent the order through in the form of a formal instruction. He felt his blood pressure rise with each elegant word…
I will not bore you with the details… but the context of the letter not only affected his well earnt downtime after being sent out to find a thief that stole the electro Gnosis, only to have Dottore return with it and the dendro one a few days ago… and the thief's identity seemed to elude everyone. He felt like he had been sent out on a fool's errand. The only thing he got out of it was having dinner with Aether, and making friends with Yomiya… also the gifts he managed to precure for his colleagues and family.
But it also affected his mood when he found out WHO he had to work alongside and it made him glance at the final gift sitting on his desk wrapped in deep azure… he usually avoided them like they were cancer. The way they beheld at him like they wanted to examine his internal organs close up, or run unorthodox experiments that left a crawling sensation under his skin every time he had to speak with the veiled man.
"Fucking damn it!" Tartaglia crushed the letter in his fist and threw it at the wall. Being a thin slip of paper, it only wisped back towards him before floating to the ground between his feet without any dramatic flair and it left an unsatisfied bitter taste in his mouth. His hand clenched and he started to swing at the wall… Knock knock…
"Sir, I have some letters from your family."
Fist halted a hairsbreadth away from the wall. Instantly Tartaglia's shoulders loosened and his face took a relaxed mask before he opened the door to the shorter agent, they were wrapped in scarlet and onyx robes that reminded the young Harbinger of blood in a moonless field… Tartaglia's favourite colour. His smile barely twitched as he thanked the other man and took the pile of letters, "Thank you. You are dismissed."
The agent bowed before swiftly walking away… even though he was the youngest and lowest level, the fact that he was Harbinger had the lesser members scurrying from him. How unfortunate… Tartaglia watched the agent walk away, wishing he could take the leisure of taking their clothes as his property… he wondered what the agent looked like under the flow of blood red before shaking his thoughts away. He knew that not many would be willing to spend the night with him.
Was he so ravenous that he would stoop so low to have desire for a lesser fatui member…? It had been a while since he got to relax, even in Liyue he was tense every second as he didn't have the pleasure to fight away his aggression and the adrenaline. He constantly felt like a bowstring pulled to the point of snapping… when he first laid eyes on the Traveller it was like a breath of fresh air that eased his bloodlust. Something about the longhaired blond attracted Tartaglia towards him like a moth to a flame, and he couldn't remember the last time he felt that relaxed since escaping the Abyss as he lay in bed with the smaller frame tucked against his side. Warm… alive…
Thinking about it had Tartaglia licking his lips before returning to the chill of his room. It was disappointing that their little trysts couldn't last longer since he needed to follow the Fatui's will, and that they only had a brief chat in Inazuma… if Yomiya and the children weren't there, he would have had Aether pinned to the tree before you could say 'I hate you.'
Pushing all thoughts of the ethereal golden warrior from his mind and their misty stare into his cold core, Tartaglia stacked his new letters on his desk and sighed… "Guess I need to get this over with." He didn't want to…
He paused as his knuckles hit the wrapped box at his side and pursed his lips, he assumed now would be the best time to get rid of it. He couldn't stand waking up and seeing it there, taunting him as the meagre sunlight seemed to spotlight it through the window. Reminding him that he was 'worried' about one person in the palace. He lifted it in one hand like a claw and stormed from his room, wrapped in his white coat to contain any remaining heat inside.
Each step was strong and practiced like a trained march as Tartaglia made his way through the frost halls, the motes of frost danced behind him as he disturbed their slow fall with a billowing flick of his coat and the fog wisping from his lips left a trail like smoke before fading away, only for everything behind him to return to normal as if his presence was never there to begin with. Unaffected by his disturbance…
Several diplomats and other members pressed against the walls as if trying to appear like furnishings when they saw him walking with unrelenting intent. Keeping out of his way with eyes lowered to the ground. Fearfully… not from respect.
The march felt like forever as he weaved down and down several flights of stairs. He was now deep in the mountain beneath the Zapolyarny Palace where the halls seemed smaller and barely lit with blue fire, no Fatui diplomat was willing to go to these halls. Just stepping onto the threshold of this level left a distinct sensation. It was like the air grew heavy, colder, and all happiness was suddenly sucked from your soul. This was the abode of one demented man…
Tartaglia swallowed back the lump in his throat as he came to the one door that felt like it was swallowing all light around it making Tartaglia's vision almost tunnel and blur, he could hear the scratch of quill on parchment as he stopped so close that his toes brushed the heavy wood. By the loudness of it, and deep muttering, he knew the other man was in a foul mood. Great…
Gently (as to not piss the other man off more) Tartaglia rapt his knuckles against the door in a few quick knocks. The scratching and muttering halted instantly, there was a long pause as if the other man was trying to decide that the knocking was not part of his wild imagination… or did he want Tartaglia to think he wasn't in?
"I know you are there, Doctor." There was a faint hiss of annoyance when Tartaglia said that… so he was trying to pretend not to exist. Or was it just that the mad-man didn't like him? There were many factors to inspect when it came to the other man. "The Jester requested me to be here."
A long sigh came through the wood before the other man finally replied curtly, "Enter if you must then."
Rippling with annoyance at the dismissive tone, Tartaglia opened the door with a snap without even trying to hide his displeased expression. His lifeless eyes landed on Dottore as the man stared back at him with curled lips, baring his sharp teeth in mirrored displeasure. His ruby gaze slit as Tartaglia walked into his personal space.
"Pierro did inform me that he requested your assistance, despite my difference towards such goodwill. Apparently with the loss of my segments, he believes my capabilities are now… elementary…" Dottore looked like such an opinion was the biggest insult and his lips somehow drew lower, "Sending a brute… my work is delicate, and requires steady hands."
"Don't try to insult me, Doctor." Tartaglia's voice lowered into a growl and he barely noticed Dottore's face twitch. It had to be the first time Tartaglia openly used such a tone with the other man rather than trying to avoid him or straight up just demand a fight, "I personally would rather not be here either, but I take my duty seriously."
"And that would be your only tolerable virtue." The blue haired man rested his chin on his folded fingers and Tartaglia felt his entire body tense up. Why was he acting like he was interested in something? The younger Harbinger (since day one) always made sure to know each of his comrades tells… Dottore always folded his fingers like this when his focus was fully transfixed on ONE subject. "I assume I will have to find you a task that does not leave my labs in ruin."
"I will leave the thinking to you then, since I am nothing more than a meat-headed brute." Tartaglia replied with a low growl, his words had Dottore's lips quirking upwards and a small chuckle escaped him. "Shouldn't take you long to figure it out."
"Oh, a compliment from our precious little Childe?" Dottore's voice was full of dripping cynicism, he rolled his head so his cheek rested on his fingers instead while his veiled eyes scanned Tartaglia through his masked lashes. There it was… the man's gaze changed and the younger Harbinger could sense it as if there were no mask in the way, he wanted to pull Tartaglia apart…
A feeling dropped in his stomach and curled into him almost painfully, it was like he had eaten the foulest known food to mankind… he felt it go down his throat, into his chest and boil like bile under the surface in the pits of his stomach. Instantly he hid it behind one of his many masks and his eyes iced over more than usual.
"I will have you know, that I refuse to take part in any experiments." Tartaglia snapped while leaning over the desk so that he engulfed with other man in his shadow. He knew he could not intimidate the Second Harbinger, but he could at least make sure his warning was felt as well as obvious. A disappointed flicker passed through the man's face just a moment before Dottore leaned back in his seat…
"How disappointing, the advancements I could give you will have to wait for another time then." Dottore sounded like he expected Tartaglia to fall to his whims eventually, "Very well… I won't experiment on you. Happy?"
He wasn't… but that was better than nothing. Tartaglia leaned away and paced along the shelves of books, and jars as if he were perusing them. "I expected you to be prepared for me to be here, don't you have anything for me to do? Or is this a waste of time?"
Unphased by his tone, Dottore shifted his head off his fingers after clicking his tongue, "I do have a task that might go better with you committing to it…" His brain was already calculating the best choices from the list of work his now 'dead' segments left behind after Omega's transgressions. "Several 'clients' of our dear Pantalone's have not kept up their end of the contract, and I would usually send my youngest segment to deal with them… but you will have to do. Take this list and either claim what is due, or contribute them to my research if they cannot deliver."
"Sure." Tartaglia snatched the paper from Dottore, wincing when their fingers brushed. Even the other man seemed to snap his hand back, did he really need to be so dramatic about it? "I'll be done soon."
"Why soon? Take your time… just make sure any donations are intact." Dottore chuckled as he focused on his writing, his eyes did not raise again until Tartaglia was already out of the room and his footsteps faded away… they fell on something when his brain seemed to suddenly scream that something was out of place. Something was new on his desk that wasn't there before.
Dottore lowered his quill once more while he blinked his eyes in mild astonishment and then glanced back at the door with a frown. When did that turn up? He didn't even see Tartaglia put it down… was it when he leaned on his desk? He had not paid enough attention due to the sense of collapse that left his vision swirling. Despite his arrogant words, his Omega build had left him in a difficult position. He had grown lax thanks to the convenience of his segments.
Hiding his mental exhaustion, however, was a skillset that he mastered even before joining Fatui.
"So full of surprises…" Dottore hummed as he lifted the box, he examined it for a brief moment for any suspicious entities before finally peeling back the white ribbon. It came loose with ease. To think that not only was Tartaglia skilled at swinging his weapons around and destroying everything in his wake, he had an adept talent with gift wrapping. Even the paper was wrapped with skill and he was able snap the folded ends off with minimal damage to the paper, as if the ginger war-machine expected to save the paper. Inside was a small box made of a thin board.
Clearly Dottore was at the bottom of his list of important people for gifts since it wasn't in hard wood like Captino's usual gifts, and the mad scientist assumed the gift was just so that he wasn't left out. How sweet.
Scoffing, Dottore opened the box (after examining it too) and pulled out the fluffy packing velvet. Finally, his fingers hit a harder object and withdrew it from the layers. The small box was no bigger than his palm and a pale cider wood, without any real expectations he flipped open the box. What dust collecting trash did the younger man…
"Oh?" He genuinely felt surprise when he saw what was nestled neatly on pale velvet. It was broken into four sections so that it could fit into the box… it was a fountain pen, but with a glass nib and a converter centre piece that he could fill with his ink. A self-inking pen that gave him the same feeling of his quills on the paper while also holding the ease of use as those pens that Pantalone favoured with a longer lifespan. Curiously he put it together without reading the instruction tag inside. It was easy enough to figure it out.
The nib attached to the clear 'stem' with the ink inside, then the soft leather body screwed over the glass ink container. A black leather with blue stitching to hold the seam together. Finishing off the look, was a matching cap that clicked on with satisfying hold. Once it was all put together, he tested the weight by balancing it across three fingers. He raised and lowered his fingers and gave a sound of satisfaction. Even without ink it was a nice weight. Not light like the quill. Heavier… like his prized scalpel.
Dottore unclicked the lid again and lifted the pen as if it were his syringe so he could stare through the swirled glass nip, his shelves twisted as he slowly turned the pen. Not realising his grin until he found himself leaning on his knuckles again and his cheeks throbbed…
Startled into sitting straight and fixing his face back into a passive mask, Dottore placed the pen down on the velvet that usually was the prime position for his quill. After finishing this report, he will need to try out his new gift.
He had a feeling a certain someone would need a reward. Maybe once he heard news of Tartaglia's return, he will go return the favour. Maybe offer Tartaglia to spend tomorrow free of obligations… or have dinner at any restaurant without worry of Pantalone chasing debt again.
This gift was worth the time.
Tartaglia yawned while brushing the back of his hand across his cheek smearing crimson fluid as if painting between his freckles as he returned to Zapolyarny Palace. Onlookers paled and rushed away.
"Take some agents to the homes crossed out on this list and bring the bequeathed bodies to Dottore's labs." Tartaglia gave the slightly crumpled list to an agent, they saluted and gestured to the others to follow him. The mentioned names were crossed out with red… and still damp but the agent was unaffected. They were soldiers. This was their life.
Pausing in the foyer, Tartaglia wondered if he should just return to Dottore with the news and to get his next task… or go wash off the red before it stains his coat.
No… maybe something else…?
With the throbbing rush of adrenalin he felt coursing throughout his body, he decided to rush to his private floor. His blood sounded like a tidal wave in his ears as he stormed through the halls, not paying mind to the agent that rushed past him to go down the stairs… leaving a trail of bloodied footprints, he returned to the chilly halls that contained his rooms and stepped into the threshold of his bedroom. Skipping the bathroom for now.
Tartaglia began to remove his layers. First went the cloak, falling to the ground in a crumpled mess followed shortly by his red scarf and boots. With shaking hands, he unbuckled his belt… he was seeing red and needed to loosen his clothes now. A heat erupted in the back of his neck as his finger's brushed the bare skin of his stomach.
This sensation, a common feeling after fighting. Even though each of his victims were easy to dispose of, some of them had a final desperate attempt to survive by hiring several bodyguards so he had to pick his way through numerous people. Clearly, they knew Pantalone was going to come after them and had no intention to pay their dues. The one-sided slaughter was enough to rile up Tartaglia. Especially when he was already feeling depraved…
Blood rushed through his body as he slumped down on his couch while pulling his trousers down his thighs, not wanting to get blood on his sheets. He lifted his shirt and held the hem between his teeth after rolling it up a bit like a muzzle, the threads stuck into his teeth but he did not care as he gripped his throbbing manhood in his fist and began to slowly stroke it. The precum ran down his length and it gave just enough lubrication and he coerced more out with each pump.
Should he have tempted fate and dragged aside a random agent to assist him with his troubles? Taken his time instead of rushing as he usually does?
Slow… pump and pump. Tartaglia moaned and let his head fall back onto the armrest as he felt the room heat up while letting his ankles dangle over the other arm. Sweat dot along his chest and stomach as he tried to deny himself relief to make the sensations continue for as long as possible… it had been a long time so he wanted to enjoy every second. Even if he was alone, he could do this.
He just let the image of golden eyes fill his mind while his other hand ran up his defined abs…
"Heh, don't let me disturb you." A cynical voice broke into his haze and Tartaglia jumped, his eyes widened and flashed over to his door just in time to see it slam shut. A pair of covered judging red eyes stared down at him, twisted by a wide fanged grin. They traced across the expanse of Tartaglia's body with no shame making Tartaglia flush in horror as he felt his skin crawl in the wake of their path and tried to pull his coat from his mouth.
The only thoughts in Dottore's head when he walked in and froze at the sight was how lovely Tartaglia looked draped across the couch and he would have enjoyed watching until the other man came before making his presence known… but he wanted to involve himself as his eyes landed on the other man's weeping length.
The urgency to free his mouth was a bad idea as the threads tugged at Tartaglia's teeth and he tried to reduce his humiliation by twisting his body away from Dottore while giving warning snarls. Suddenly the other Harbinger was too close for his comfort on quick steps and a large hand gripped Tartaglia from beneath his jaw freezing his attempts to get free from his layers of shirt fabric.
Tartaglia gripped his teeth tighter into the fabric muzzling him as he grabbed a hold of Dottore's wrist and tried to pull it away, his offended snarls choked as the scientist proved stronger than he expected. He added his other hand, and even with both hands he could not move Dottore. How!?
"I was not expecting to see you presenting for me." Dottore smirked as he met Tartaglia's glare that screamed 'This was not for you bastard' and slowly ran two fingers down the younger man's stomach while putting just enough pressure that had Tartaglia's eyes fluttered in surprise. After a moment Dottore changed the angle of his hand so all his fingers pressed down on a defined hipbone before teasing the other man's length with a brush of fabric covered knuckles. "Is this another gift? You forgot the ribbon this time."
Dottore chuckled like a maniac at his own humour as his eyes examined every little curve, his touch was experimental as he ran his fingers across every inch of skin bare to him in a leisurely manner. It was torturous to Tartaglia (whose skin felt raw and far more sensitive than usual) as he squirmed each time Dottore's fingers avoided his length with each pass. A pearl of cum bubbled from his tip and Dottore's eyes slit down at it, his smirk twitched.
"Look at that, how cute." Tartaglia growled and tried to fight back in horror as Dottore cooed at his manhood like it was some cute little animal before breaking into a startled moan as Dottore's hand snapped down and grabbed him suddenly in a tight grip, he wobbled Tartaglia's length with no care making the thick vein's twitch at the roughness and laughed coldly when all fight flew out of Tartaglia. "Like a bitch in heat. If I touch you here, will you be a good boy?"
"Hmmph!" Tartaglia's glare darkened as Dottore pressed his gloved thumb down on his dripping slit. The lifeless orbs rolled as Dottore ran his fist downwards making Tartaglia's tip bulge and spill out more pre-cum.
"How precious…" Dottore licked his lips as he savoured the sight of Tartaglia writhing under his touch, "Look at how much the little you cries for my caresses."
"Fhuk hemp…" Tartaglia tried to curse but the grip around his throat tightened, suddenly Dottore started to stroke his manhood faster and tears sprung up into his eyes as he felt the heat return like a punch in his chest. Pant… moan… he was a touch starved man. Depraved. That was his only excuse for accepting this.
"That's it." Dottore gave him words of smug encouragement as he tried to milk Tartaglia, his fist tightening every time he felt the veins thump through his gloves before slowing his pace. The amount of precum increased only to be smeared across down the throbbing length. Tartaglia moaned again, his shaft was coated making each pump from Dottore's hand all the easier.
It felt too good… but it was Dottore…
'Damn it!' Tartaglia tried to throw his body to the side but Dottore fluidly slipped into a position on top of him, straddling him to keep him from another escape attempt.
"Stop." Dottore's voice was firm, a tone he rarely used and it had Tartaglia's blood chill over and eyes squeeze shut. His body stilled… an indignant grunt escaped him as Dottore's weight settled more on his thighs. After settling down, only then did the older man began stroking Tartaglia again. "This is opportune time to test out my medicine. Look at me, Childe."
"Hm?" Tartaglia slit his eyes and stared up at Dottore in confusion at the first quiet part of that sentence as he barely heard it. The other man was grinning down at him… before pulling away his own clothes. Suddenly Tartaglia's mouth dried out and his tongue felt like it was coated in scorching sand as Dottore sat above him in his slim-fitted silk shirt. His leather harness was nothing like his own… several straps wrapped around the mad-man's torso. The sight had his brain shut off, so much so that he didn't register that Dottore's hand was no longer around his throat.
Enjoying the other man's unrelenting gaze through ginger lashes, Dottore gave a self-satisfied smirk as he slowly undid his shirt's buttons, starting from the bottom. Each inch of pale skin revealed had a drop of sweat run down Tartaglia's temple, his eyes widened to try and take in every detail without missing a single thing as Dottore shirt fell open. Without thinking, his hands flashed up to grab a hold of Dottore's thinner waist. The older man twitched.
"That's it, hold onto me." Dottore shifted on his knees while snapping open his own belt, and Tartaglia just KNEW he would be licking his lips when the other man began to pull away his trousers, tugging them down to his knees making his own length bounce free from the depths they were constrained in.
Bang bang! There his boots went clashing against the wall carelessly, joining the mess amongst Tartaglia's discarded clothes. With finesse, his trousers were thrown over the back of the couch until Dottore was mostly bare for Tartaglia's eyes. The older Harbinger moved with confidence as he held up what looked like a pill case and a cold sensation suddenly dropped in Tartaglia's stomach.
He wouldn't… but Tartaglia knew he could… Dottore was known for breaking promises for his own satisfaction.
Reading the look in his cold eyes, Dottore chuckled while popping the case open and taking out a single pill. "Don't fret your dear little head, Childe. I promised not to experiment on you…" Shock filled Tartaglia as he watched Dottore put the pill on the tip of his own tongue and swallow it back, all the while his tempting grin never leaving his face. "Such a test should first be run by myself… to have the full experience. Would you not agree?"
"Hm!?" Tartaglia tried to remove his coat from his mouth to demand what the hell that pill was but he heard the slight tear of his coat and winced. Threads were wrapped around his teeth, wet from drool. He already was on a tight budget thanks to Pantalone cutting him off from the bank's resources so he didn't want to damage his clothes until next pay day, he only had his own money to utilise and he already spent most of it in Inazuma.
That brief amount of hesitation was all Dottore needed.
Tartaglia thrashed his body as the older man lowered his weight onto his stomach, his length brushed between Dottore's firm cheeks but that single action was enough to tell where this was heading and the mad man's intentions. Was this seriously happening? This wasn't some fever dream? Tartaglia moaned and arched as Dottore rolled his hips backwards, "Do you want to fuck me, Childe?"
"Mhm!" Tartaglia instantly moaned in agreement as Dottore tugged away his gloves so he could run his bare hands down Tartaglia's body.
"Ah, as much as I enjoy the rare silence from you… I would rather my assistant during this test to answer with WORDS." Dottore's hands cupped Tartaglia's cheeks, causing some of the sticky and drying blood there to crystalise off onto the couch and carefully pried the hems out, the younger man rolled his jaw with a wince and licked the back of his teeth before flinching as Dottore's thumb brushed his lips. He tasted iron.
"What was that pill?"
"An unnecessary question." Dottore's lip turned down for a moment before leaning back, Tartaglia was distracted easily when the man stroked his own manhood while grinding back against him. "The answers will be clear to you when the time comes."
"T-Then… do you plan to continue to tease me?" Tartaglia winced as his tongue stumbled over the words.
Chuckle. "An inviting proposition. But the medication will take effect soon enough, since my math is never wrong. So, I will need to forgo the usual foreplay…"
Tartaglia ground his teeth in annoyance, he was really curious about the pill… and he didn't trust Dottore in the slightest. Even if he was taking his own pills… that didn't mean he was in the total clear. He was being dragged into a strange experiment with the man.
"Don't look so glum, I promise this will be a riveting experience for you." Dottore's voice was full of confidence and Tartaglia let himself relax back into the couch again, leaving the older man in charge. His hands twitched at Dottore's sides but he made no effort to push them away. "Think of this as just another task set for you."
Maybe he was just that desperate.
Seeing that he was no longer giving a fight, Dottore sat up further on his knees while pushing two fingers into his grinning mouth and rolled his tongue around them in a siren's dance. The sight had Tartaglia's chest heaving with each breath, this was something he never would have imagined. Out of all his comrades, he always believed Dottore would be the top… well… Dottore was still in charge, that was the only believable thing in this situation. But was the mad-man really going to do this? This wasn't a trick to get Tartaglia on his knees instead?
Moan… Dottore let out a deep sound from his chest as he pushed those wet fingers into his own hole and slowly began to prepare himself, his grin widening each time Tartaglia's breath staggered. Proud… smug as if he had Tartaglia in the perfect spot.
"Enjoying the view, Childe?" Dottore rolled his head back as he hit his own prostrate and groaned, revealing his pale throat and Tartaglia clenched his teeth from the urge to… shit, fuck it! The older man sucked in a sharp breath as Tartaglia surged upwards almost sending the man backwards out of surprise, and his mouth latched onto the bared skin above the leather strap around his neck. "Mhm! So eager…"
"Shut up." Tartaglia growled in annoyance as he roughly abused a large patch of the pale skin with his teeth, soothing the reddening flesh with the occasional blow of air after a leisurely stroke of his tongue. His breath panted across Dottore's ear making the older man suck in through his teeth. "Or I will turn this thing around."
"Oh? Is that what you want, to have the control?" Dottore was panted as he rolled his hips, his ruby eyes stared at the roof in a haze as Tartaglia relentlessly aggravated the skin around his throat, wherever his harness allowed. The leather rubbed against it making him feel like he was being choked as the skin swelled. "You want to fuck me like I am some common whore…?"
"You are…" Tartaglia did not care if he offends Dottore, his lifeless eyes were darker than the moonless nights when he pulled away and Dottore could almost see his reflection in them. It felt like he was staring into the Abyss itself and he gave an excited moan, his face was beginning to grow pink under his mask as the room heated up like a furnace.
"Am I?" Dottore chuckled without a hint of offence before licking his grinning lips slowly, tempting as his fingers left his own body and slowly traced Tartaglia's outline before holding the length upright. "Well, as a whore I should play the part with upmost haste."
That was a brief warning before Tartaglia grunted in surprise, he felt a rush of blood through his body as Dottore's puckering hole caught his tip and his body seemed to lock up into a frozen state. Slowly Dottore eased down his length with the faintest twitch of discomfort in his face before the tight meat of his ass cheeks brushed against the tuffs of ginger hair around Tartaglia's base.
"Mmm!" Dottore's head rolled to the side as his body became lax, his red eyes were hooded from under his mask but they were not visible and Tartaglia suddenly felt like the piece of cold steel was an eyesore. He reached up to remove it but the action had Dottore flinching away, smile hardening. "Don't…"
"Tsk…"
"Don't look so disappointed." Dottore's chuckle was airy as he began to move, riding Tartaglia slowly. The tight drag against his length had Tartaglia sinking back into the couch, his eyes lowered to watch the other man's body take him inside. Pale skin, almost translucent. If he squinted hard enough, Tartaglia was so sure he could see the outline of his manhood inside the other man. "Good boy. Just lay there for me."
"Do you want to be my whore?" Tartaglia huffed in disbelief and amusement as he hooked one arm under his head, his other hand rested on Dottore's hip and slowly stroked the man's hipbone with his thumb. Appearing more relaxed than he felt. "Has the almighty Second Harbinger been having fantasies about this? About me?"
"Ha!" Dottore's laugh was raspy and losing all conceit with each passing second, a trail of drool ran out of his mouth as his pace began to pack some heat, his own manhood bounced and slapped against Tartaglia's stomach between Dottore's spread thumbs as he braced himself up. His fingers… Tartaglia noted briefly just how long and slender the other man's fingers were as they stretched across his twitching abs.
Not getting stabbed or instant rejection had Tartaglia continue. How far could he tease the other man? Degrade him?
"Have you dreamed that I would fuck you over your desk after my visits to your labs?"
The suggestion had Dottore groaning, it had never actually crossed his mind before… but in this moment anything the younger Harbinger was saying felt like it was already his prized fantasy. The pill… it was starting to take effect. Faster than usual thanks to Dottore's raised heartbeat, rushing adrenalin, and the almost brain numbing exhaustion. He stored that thought away as best as he could, before the effects take full force. His last scientific thought.
Beneath him, Tartaglia seemed mesmerised. Eyes without a spark of emotion ran across each myriad of burns and scars without a single hint of disgust, each wound telling a story of Dottore's close encounters and failures before creating his segments to do the dangerous work for him. Even the needle marks that seemed twisted with faint veins making them obvious said something about the mad man…
"Hm…!" Dottore shuddered when Tartaglia's fingers ran across his hipbone, barely touching to the point that it tickled his sensitive skin before holding his manhood still in a firm fist. "Try to not rip it off, Childe." His scolded lightly.
"Don't think so lowly of me, Doctor." Tartaglia growled out the last word as if spitting out all the impurities from his soul and it did unspeakable things to Dottore which were obvious by the way his body twitched just barely tighter. Slowly the young Harbinger ran his thumb across Dottore's tip, teasing it as he was ridden. "I am just here to help you, as Pierro demanded."
Dottore chuckled before breaking into a quivering moan as he arched his back and failed to speak the sarcastic words that now died on his parting lips. Even masked he was a beautiful sight, the faint light from the lantern behind him left the man's pale skin with a glow and his hair was a pale blue halo, he looked ethereal as he momentarily got lost in the bliss of impaling himself on the large throbbing meat belonging to the 'lesser' man. Tartaglia's gulped.
He was suddenly thirsty. Famished for more…
For a moment he considered his next words, "How do you feel?"
"Hm?" Dottore sounded distracted, he wobbled as he slowed the pace to a hesitant pause to try and focus on Tartaglia's question and his lips somehow twisted into a deeper sneer, "Do you want a systematic answer or a simpleton one?" He slurred.
Tartaglia chuckled at the mild annoyance in Dottore's voice, "What are your symptoms, Doctor?" His reply was dripping with enough sarcasm that would have earnt him punishment on any normal day, his whole body twitched with impatience to make Dottore move but he smothered it down.
"Taking the role of assistant seriously? I must admit I am astounded, Childe." Dottore shuffled as his knee sunk into the back of the lounge, the dizziness that rushed to his head kept him from being too sarcastic and he instead clicked his tongue before replying, "Dizziness which from my guess is fatigue more-so than the pill, my heartrate is elevated and body temperature… a concerning level."
Listening closely as Dottore's voice trembled slightly as he rolled his hips, Tartaglia let his eye's run down the other man's torso and paused at their joining. Slowly Dottore rose on his knees to start moving again.
"Sensitivity… high."
"Oh…" Tartaglia's eyes flashed when he finally realised what was going on, "That pill… does it have aphrodisiac properties?"
"Astute theory, Childe." Dottore groaned as he sunk down onto the other man's length slowly, "My body also seems to be producing its own… lubricant?"
"Yes." Tartaglia agreed as he felt the slickness running down his legs. He thought it was blood at first, but already checked with his fingers, "A clear liquid."
"Noted…" Dottore broke into a low groan as Tartaglia's length rubbed against his prostate, "Mind cohesion is becoming limited."
"You just want to be fucked, Doctor?" Tartaglia rubbed his thumb down the other man's shaft, following a throbbing vein before returning back up to the slit. Cum dripped down the back of his hand and he retracted it so he could run his tongue along the fluid. Dottore's eyes could be felt, watching his every move. "Your brain just wants to be fucked out? Is that what you want?"
The suggestion had Dottore shivering, his vision blacked out for a moment and he tensed when his focus returned and he realised their position had somehow changed without his knowledge. His head rested on the armrest while Tartaglia leaned over him with a smug smirk. "Wha…"
"Mind cohesion limited?" Tartaglia echoed in a mocking voice Dottore in a faux concerned tone similar to an allusive doctor, his thumbs pressed into the older man's hipbones as he got his knees in a comfortable position, lifting Dottore's hips so that he could start thrusting inside. Stealing away the snappish remark that burned on the tip of the mad-man's tongue. It died into a moaning ember that sizzled away briskly. "Let me take over now…"
"What are you…" Dottore arched, his breath gasped out as Tartaglia began to fuck him vigorously with rising confidence. Thump creak thump went the lounge with each thrust. His vision bled with red fog as everything seemed elevated thanks to his drug. Each jolt had him gasping for air, and Dottore struggled to suck in air as everything spun and blacked out. A tingling sensation in the crown of his head spread out like a virus through his entire body making Dottore feel like he was floating. Each stroke against his insides, every time the younger Harbinger's length hit his prostate, the sensations were elevated… it was too much. "Ugh…!"
"Your body has become very lewd… sir." Tartaglia's voice sounded far away, muffled. Dottore couldn't even respond as he clenched his fists into the lounge and twitched his legs wider. "You look like you want to cum already."
"Hnk!" That was the only sound Dottore could manage to make off his tongue and he squeezed his masked eyes shut while arching, his mouth dropped open in a loud moan. Above him Tartaglia's face was stuck in a pleased grin, teeth bared proudly.
"I am impressed that your drug was able to turn even you into such a needy mess, Dottore." Tartaglia mocked his superior, his hand ran flat down the pane of Dottore's stomach and chest, marvelling at the pale skin compared to his darker Liyue tanned flesh. He teased the flesh, fingers tracing every curve and line before barely ghosting across Dottore's throbbing length. Cum dribbled out onto Dottore's stomach and Tartaglia chuckled at the sight, "You look ready. Want to cum? Cum on my dick?"
Dottore choked, drool escaped past his clenched teeth and ran down his chin. He flinched when Tartaglia swooped down and lapped it up with one single swipe of his hot tongue, with faux affection the young man kissed his way along Dottore's jawline before halting near his ear. He whispered whimsical nonsense across a sensitive lobe, each huff of hot air had Dottore's body tingling. The pill was stronger than he expected… it felt like the air was punching his skin.
"That's it, cum…" Tartaglia's voice was deep and it hit some sort of switch inside Dottore, as his thick length hit Dottore's prostate, the older man thrashed his whole body as his first orgasm washed over him like he was being crushed by a ruin guard. His breath stopped and everything went white.
Tartaglia slowed his pace as he felt Dottore's cum burst through his fingers and the walls around him locked down, his eyes slit as he watched Dottore struggling to breath and stilled his movements for a moment to make sure the other man was able to finally refill his lungs. "Huff… huff…"
"That's it… breath in, now out…" Tartaglia coerced out more breaths until Dottore was able to breathe on his own again, each suck of air sounded like it was painful. If the other man was anyone else, Tartaglia would be showing far more concern. "Look at the mess you are making… I will have to get this lounge discarded."
He lifted his hand, fingers spread wide so Dottore's cum webbed between them. It was thick and plenty… clearly the older man had not done anything recently, and maybe even for a long time. Curious, Tartaglia brought the heel of his hand to his mouth and rolled out his tongue. Dottore watched him with hazy heat.
"You look like you could fall asleep with that one round, Doctor." Tartaglia smirked behind his hand, his lifeless eyes seemed darker than usual… Dottore shivered, he felt like he was staring directly into two deep pools of cold water with no end. The hairs on his neck rose as if he was in danger. Maybe he was… at least his body was. "I haven't cum yet, let's test out the breaking point of your little trial."
"Childe…" Dottore struggled out the single word, his tongue felt like it was weighed down by lead and covered in a layer of bitter fuzz. Any words he wanted to follow up with perished as Tartaglia started thrusting again. In and out… repeat… hips slapping against each other.
"Don't sleep on the job yet, sir." Tartaglia's voice was filled with mirth as he enjoyed every second of being in power over the mad-man, even though it was on borrowed time and temporary. A trail of sweat ran down his back only to halt as Dottore's hands spread against his back, pulling Tartaglia closer with mildly hesitant tugs. And closer he got, Tartaglia buried his face into the crook of Dottore's shoulder so their chests collided. His hands running down Dottore's thighs until gripping behind the other man's knees to hold them wide as he ravaged the weakened body beneath him. "Take me in further like a good cock-sleeve."
Dottore grunted in insignificant offense at the 'insult' before tightening his fingers into Tartaglia's flesh. Their muscles were solid like stone and there was barely enough fat for Dottore to grip onto, so his nails simply dragged drawing a trail of silvery welts and dots of blood. A groaning grunt rushed from Tartaglia… he loved the pain. So Dottore repeated until he was certain Tartaglia's spine was mauled.
"Ah…!" Dottore could only throw his head back into the armrest and let Tartaglia do as they wished to his body, his vision was swirling with red and black. It was too much… he felt like he couldn't breathe.
A sharp grunt vibrated against his throat, before the solid thrusting slowed down. Heat filled his body and it felt like Tartaglia swelled up for a moment… wait… did he finally cum?
"You swallowed that up." Tartaglia chuckled as he gave the flesh of Dottore's throat a sharp bite before leaning away, his skin was flushed as he pumped the man full of his cum. "I wonder if you can feel it inside thanks to that pill."
Tartaglia pushed down on Dottore's stomach when he assumed his cum was and it made some dribbled out. Slowly he pulled out and instantly Dottore's brain seemed to lapse as all he could focus on was the throbbing length and hot cum swilling in his core… don't stop… don't stop… don't stop…
"Don't worry, I'm not stopping." Tartaglia's voice came through the foggy mantra, he was laughing at Dottore… was he speaking his words aloud? He wanted to berate himself.
A wave of nausea washed over him and Dottore found himself in another new position on his hands and knees. He gripped the armrest tightly in his fists as Tartaglia thrust forward until his hips and balls slapped against his behind muscles harshly, his knees were almost touching his chest as the younger man bent him over, surrounding him with his body to the point that light blotted out. Deeper! It felt like Tartaglia was somehow hitting deeper inside him thanks to this new angle. Reorganising his organs to better fit his length as it ploughed into him. Any sensation of pain (if there was any) would not be felt with how numb he felt to any other sensation other than bliss.
All Dottore could feel was Tartaglia.
Every little touch. His warm hands against slender hips, spread fingers up his sides. The touch of Tartaglia's chest between his shoulder blades as the younger man leaned over him, his breath and tongue hotter than lava as they swept across Dottore's shoulder and neck. Blunt teeth breaking his skin, leaving visible marks for him to find in the morning like branding. Each and every drag of Tartaglia's manhood filling his core, it sent a tornado of feelings throughout Dottore's body and he could do nothing but press his face into the armrest causing his mask to press upwards on his forehead.
Was he breathing? That was anyone's guess, his mind had left him ages ago. It was a blank slate for the first time in years, nothing but swirling colours and darkness. Something warm ran down his lip and it had Tartaglia's hips spasming. A flaming hot mouth left a trail that Dottore could follow in his mind's eye before his head was twisted roughly sideways by one large hand making his neck strain. It was so warm…
Lick… a tongue ran across his lip and instinctively Dottore tried to chase them down with a strange desperation, for some reason he thought he needed to… he could taste iron, was he bleeding? Did he bite his own lip or something?
Refusing to share such privileges, Tartaglia dodged his mouth and instead nipped at Dottore's jawline leaving him unfulfilled. His smirk could be felt clear as day against Dottore's sensitive skin and it had the older man grunting is dissatisfaction.
"You want me to kiss you, sir?" Tartaglia chuckled against Dottore's ear while his hands left warm paths. Slowly following Dottore's spine before wrapping around his ribs to slowly descend his chest and stomach… then his knuckles brushed against Dottore's length, and the older man swore he felt burnt. His breath sucked in loudly and his whole body flinched. "So sensitive. Is this the pill, or just you?"
"Hnk!" Dottore could barely make a sound through his clenched teeth and pooling drool as Tartaglia teased his length with ghostly caresses. The thumb pressing down on his swollen tip felt like a branding iron. It was so hot… and he was too sensitive. Did he miscalculate the strength of his pills? Or was it because he hadn't tested it himself before? He needed to charge Pantalone more for this…
"Did you even know that you just came?" Tartaglia chuckled when Dottore replied with a whine while rolling his hips so he felt his cum gloss across his flesh where it pooled in Tartaglia's hand, clearly… he didn't realise, he was already swimming in thick extasy so the added bliss passed by unknowingly. "I wish I knew where the pill ended and Dottore started… was that your true intention? Hide that you are actually a whore underneath the excuse of a drug? Is that why you want to hide your face from me?"
"Hm!?" Dottore gave a sharp sound of disagreement.
"I refuse to believe you…" Tartaglia moaned against Dottore's ear and rejoiced when he felt a shiver rippled down Dottore's spine and made the sound again, "Do you like hearing me enjoy your body, Dottore?"
Dottore moaned and arched, trying to get as much friction and skin contact as possible against Tartaglia's chest and it had the younger Harbinger grinning with pride. One hand spread against his stomach to hold him upright while the other continued to torture his length with fleeting pumps. Too much… but also not enough!
"Fuck! Your inside's… so fucking perfect." Tartaglia's voice hit a deep pitch that had Dottore's eyes crossing, his teeth dug into the armrest and tore into the fabric as he tried to silence the loud moans that he realised he was making. "Trying to hide? You're a little late there, everyone probably heard you being fucked."
Heat filled Dottore's ears and face, he wanted to tell Tartaglia to shut up and just fuck him but all he could manage were wet moans and breathless gasps. Luckily the younger man read his mind.
Even though Dottore tried to silence himself and bury his teeth into something, the sound of their joining alone could probably be heard in the outside hallways. And unlike some of the other Harbingers, other Fatui members were willing to use Tartaglia's halls to get to their destinations faster. Especially since the young man was typically away on long-term business.
How many people were out there, were they listening? Did they know it was Dottore?
The mad-man didn't care what people thought of him… but for some reason what they were doing had him desiring secrecy. Was it because he was on the receiving end? Because he was letting his junior Harbinger (the lowest level one at that) put him in such a demeaning position? Even all of that would usually not get to him… it had to be the pill. That was the only different element that he could factor in.
"Sounds like you want to cum again…" Tartaglia's voice honed him back into the moment, a shiver was wreaking Dottore's entire body. Yes…? He wanted to cum again and his length was twitching readily, "You want to leave your filth all over my lounge?"
Dottore tried to choke something out but his mouth was full of fabric and stuffing, his teeth tightened and his jaw felt stiff. A hand gripping his manhood was the hottest contact between the two of them. Drop's of sweat fell like soft rain onto Dottore's back as Tartaglia slammed him into the lounge with almost all his strength. The fact that the younger Harbinger was still holding back his strength despite how hard he fucked Dottore had the older man moaning. He wanted so much, he wanted to know if Tartaglia could break him.
The wave of pleasure rushed through his body; he didn't even register his cum bursting free into Tartaglia's open palm. He did however feel Tartaglia's deep moan as if it touched every inch of his skin like little feelers, followed by a explosion of heated fluid filling his body. The younger Harbinger slowed his hips as his manhood softened inside Dottore. Barely…
Leaning back on his heels while pushing back his sweat dampened fringe, Tartaglia scanned Dottore's body with smug eyes. He wanted to brag about this, walk out with Dottore pinned uselessly on his cock and show everyone, to ruin the man's reputation and turn him into a simple whore. He would love nothing more than returning to the frosty lands with someone ready, warming his bed before a long night of fucking.
"You belong on my dick like this, sir." Tartaglia mocked his superior while circling his hips, he listened as Dottore tried to take in a few breaths. His pale body was a trembling mess… "You are a mess."
"Childe…" Dottore tried to snap but his voice cracked painfully and he silenced.
Slowly, Tartaglia pulled out and clicked his tongue in mocking disapproval as his cum bubbled thickly out of Dottore. His feet landed on the cold tiles as he stood and it was like a soul waking shock through his system. Without much hint of gentleness or discomfort, Tartaglia rolled Dottore around and lift the older man into his arms. Instinctively the steel haired man wrapped his legs around Tartaglia's waist pulling their hips closer. "Still so desperate." Tartaglia laughed in a low voice while carrying Dottore over to his bed. Not giving the cum on his lounge a single glance. He can deal with it in the morning.
Tartaglia almost body slammed Dottore into the bed, but decided to be more careful as he pressed Dottore against his mattress. He assumed such an action would NOT be forgiven once the drug was out of the man's system.
Slender hands pressed between his shoulder blades, pale blue tinged hair haloed on the pillow as Tartaglia adjusted his knees as they sunk into the sheets, twisting the thick fabric and pulling it lose from where it was tucked underneath the mattress. The pace he picked was strong and steady.
Looking down at Dottore, the younger man noted that their mask was askew and ran his hand up a faint scar he could see crossing over Dottore's nose. In a motion he assumed was stealthy, he pushed his hand upwards taking the mask off in the single motion. He cast it aside and didn't even flinch as the metal hitting tiles filled the room loudly. Blown out scarlet eyes looked up at him through pale lashes, and Tartaglia chuckled when he read the swarm of emotions inside.
Anger, exhaustion, a tiny dash of disgust, and then overpowering it all was the pure unabashed hunger.
Slowly Tartaglia followed the line of scars with his thumb before swooping down swiftly so he could follow it with his tongue. Dottore flinched at the close proximity and the confidence Tartaglia had when showering his facial scars with touches. "Stop it…" He moaned.
"Make me… oh wait… you can't." Tartaglia chuckled as he used a hard thrust to punctuate, watching as Dottore's eyes fluttered and all fight evaporated. "That's it. I want to see how starved you are for this, your eyes show much more than you wish to accept."
"Don't stare at me!" Dottore tried to twist away as his vision was filled with Tartaglia, their eyes were inches away and the relentless stare of the younger Harbinger was making Dottore's stomach feel disquiet… or was that just the cum filling him?
A large hand wrapped around his throat and Dottore stilled with a groan, his eyes slit as Tartaglia's tongue ran across his lips before barely touching his cheek. For a moment this was how they were as Tartaglia panted heatedly against Dottore's skin, leaving tingles in their wake. Sweat dripped down Tartaglia's forehead as he focused on meeting an ending.
Dottore's legs twitched and his nails dug into Tartaglia's shoulders as he tugged the young man's chest closer, he twisted his head backwards and snarled weakly. Dead pupil's wobbled as Tartaglia's head was filled with Dottore's moans, his fingers tighten around the thin throat and he wondered for a moment how easy it would be to just… snap it.
Fuelled with several dark thoughts, Tartaglia let his chest take his weight so his other hand could run along the other man's ribs then across a tight thigh and revelled in the way Dottore choked as his lungs were crushed. "You're going to cum for me again." It wasn't a request.
"You…" Dottore's head was spinning, he could almost taste the bitter rise of bile as his stomach twisted from overstimulation, cum, the pressure around his neck, and the aphrodisiac. He clenched his teeth and rolled his head backwards as best as possible to moan as Tartaglia's hips continued to collide against his. The wet slaps and heavy panting from the pair were the only sounds. They filled every crevice of the room, bouncing off any surface, and echoed into Dottore's ears. "St…"
"Don't bite off your tongue." Tartaglia warned without a hint of concern, his smirk was wide as let his eyes close. "I'm going to cum again."
"Hyuk!" Dottore flinched at the warning and felt his eyes roll as his walls quivered around Tartaglia, as if tempting him to do just that. His own manhood trembled before shooting his load between their stomachs, coating their skin with a few stringy bursts before stilling.
Tartaglia groaned as the hot walls around him closed in, he only managed a few more thrusts before it became all too much to handle. One last thrust jarred all breath out of Dottore and snapped the bed against the wall loudly.
"Ugh!" Tartaglia waited for his breath to ease out before finally moving his weight off Dottore, only to realise his grip was still tight around a certain someone's throat. He snapped his hand away and watched as the pale white pressure marks eased up into pink rash like bruising, those were certain to turn blue and purple along with the other brands he left earlier later. Tartaglia sighed as he rested his ass against his heels, his hands slowly running across pale skin to grip Dottore's waist and pull him flush against his hips as he saw some cum trying to bubble past his length. "Try not to make a mess of my sheets."
"Silence…" Dottore's voice croaked slightly and his scarlet eyes slit in discomfort, he looked famished and also ready to let his eyes shut from the extreme fatigue.
"You're not really in the position to tell me to shut up, Doctor." Tartaglia licked his lips (loving how Dottore's unhidden eyes followed his tongue) while silencing Dottore with a hard thrust, even though his length was not at full attention it was enough to send a shock through the overly sensitive body beneath him. "Just stay on my cock for a little longer, and I will reward you with more of my cum. Just give me a little moment to catch a breather."
"More!?" Dottore seemed surprised, his vision instantly refocused and he tried to shuffle away but Tartaglia punished him by folding his legs upwards and thrusting again until Dottore was obediently stilled.
"You underestimated my stamina." Tartaglia chuckled as he hooked Dottore's legs over his shoulders before planting his hands either side of Dottore so he could lean down so their noses brushed, a look of discomfort flickered through the older man's eyes as he was folded almost into a ball and could feel a strain in his legs. "Who knows, I might even be able to fuck you until your little drug is gone. Then we can find out exactly how much it actually affected you."
"You…!" Wouldn't dare… were the words that vanished into ashes when Tartaglia took an agonisingly slow pace.
"Or should I keep teasing you like this until it is gone, then really test my endurance?" Tartaglia tilted his head so he could lap up the stray drool on Dottore's lips, "That sounds more appealing to me… maybe we can do just that."
"Don't you…"
"I do dare. Don't forget you are the one who entered my private space without consent and instigated this…" A smug chuckle rushed from Tartaglia's chest. He loved this way too much, seeing the crazy thorn in such a position was inflating more than just his ego… he felt himself swell inside Dottore and the silvery-blue haired man shivered as he felt it too. "You seem exhausted, sir. It is my obligation as your assistant and at the command of our leader to make sure you are well rested. So, I offer myself, I promise to leave you so fucked that you will sleep like the dead."
Inside, Dottore knew he spoke truthfully. His awareness was already fading into a fog leaving behind a numb sensation… he wouldn't be able to last any longer and he welcomed a good night's sleep. But did it really need to be this much? He seriously underestimated the young Harbinger's endurance… his voice bubbled up for a second.
"What was that?" Tartaglia frowned slightly before leaning closer to Dottore and strained his ears to hear the faint words, "I didn't hear what you…"
A grunt broke his question when Dottore's fists tightened into his hair and yanked him closer so their lips brushed, "I said shut up and prove your bark has bite, Childe."
Those impatient words were enough to make Tartaglia's eyes blow out and his body to tense, his manhood twitched before he registered that Dottore finally managed to pull him into the kiss that the young Harbinger was able to avoid until now. A tongue pushed into his mouth and Tartaglia growled around it before returning the favour as he tasted iron from Dottore's previous bite on his own lip.
Nothing innocent, it wasn't slow building or even affectionate. It was dominating, with the strength of a tsunami with no sight of the horizon. Where was the end? Not now.
Tongue and teeth clashed as Tartaglia's hips spasmed into a rougher pace, and the end didn't rear its head even as Dottore's entire body rocked with orgasm after orgasm. And it sure didn't end when Tartaglia pumped him full of cum onto to never reduce his speed and strength, even when his length softened slightly. For it didn't take long for him to harden.
Sweat built up between the two men, and their hands swept over each other's bodies with a desperation to feel everything. Soon enough Dottore's strength left him so all he could to was dig his nails into Tartaglia's spine and let the younger man plough towards the end on his own accord. It had to be soon, right? Dottore felt full, his legs and stomach burned from being bent in half for what felt like a century… was he even cumming anymore? The aphrodisiac had to still be in effect, how else could he explain the endless waves of pleasure and neediness?
This wasn't what he usually was like… not that Dottore lent out his rear to many people now-days. He couldn't even recall the last time he slept with someone… let along the one on the receiving end.
He felt like he was floating again… wait, it wasn't just a feeling… Dottore tensed when Tartaglia finally broke the kiss. He couldn't get his tongue to work as his vision faded in and out of focus, his brain could barely register that Tartaglia was carrying him from the bedroom. He tensed… they were in the open hallways. If someone else saw him, he was going to kill the younger Harbinger.
Heat surrounded Dottore and his vision was filled with white steam… Tartaglia had carried him into the bathroom. The large pool like bath was self-heating, an innovated invention taken from Fontaine and Inazuma to mimic the hot springs. "Easy." Tartaglia's voice was almost unheard, it was like Dottore's ears were full of cotton as Tartaglia removed any last article of clothing either of them had. Slowly he sunk them both down into the water.
"Sh…" Dottore flinched as the heat felt like it was burning him and he tried to climb away but Tartaglia held him still.
"Calm down."
"It's burning me!" Cough…
Finally at his words, Tartaglia looked mildly concerned. He turned them around and lifted Dottore up onto the edge of the bath. He rolled the older man's back down onto the tiles and lifted his legs out of the water, the cooler stone was welcomed making Dottore sigh. "Better?"
"Mmhmm."
"Let's see how much cum is inside." Tartaglia stared down at where they were joined as he slowly pulled out, he was still hard and felt his body shudder as he watched his cum escape Dottore. Almost instinctively he thrust back inside making Dottore gasp, pushing most of the cum back inside. "That is a lot."
"Hyuk! Agh!" Dottore flinched as Tartaglia picked his pace back up, fucking him into the stone and causing water to splash over the edge of the bath. Each splash felt like it was burning Dottore's ass especially as Tartaglia's heavy thrusts tenderised his skin. "Childe!" He tried to demand the younger Harbinger to slow down, but instead somehow prompted them to move faster.
Shlushp, slap slap, drip… splash…
A wide hand pushed down on Dottore's stomach to hold him steady as Tartaglia fucked him, "How much more cum can you take I wonder. I am curious, can your body handle my Abyssal form?"
"Don't!" Dottore snapped, there was no way he could take Tartaglia's larger form… at least in this situation. Maybe if he took a couple more pills or prepared his body with large toys, but his body was already at its limit. His internal walls were swollen and struggling to keep up as it was.
"Let's try level one…" Tartaglia was smirking… "Just kidding." He pulled Dottore against him and groaned as he came again, his hips slowed slightly as he examined the spent man beneath him.
This was not how Tartaglia expected his day to end. And he wasn't disappointed, even though it was Dottore. Maybe he enjoyed it a little too much because it WAS Dottore.
"Relax." He coaxed Dottore back into the water, taking it slow as the man hissed in pain. Even though the water was not actually burning him, the pill left his body feeling every sensation at a higher level and his sensitivity was at its highest point. At least that was what Tartaglia assumed, since he hadn't taken the drug directly himself. But he did finally realise why Dottore had been so adamant about chasing his lips down. Even the faint taste of bitterness had Tartaglia's eyes becoming a shade of black, the taste still hovered on his tongue as he ran it down the scars along Dottore's chest.
Carefully he washed Dottore's body down, but never pulling out of the man's body. Even as their skin pruned up like dry dates, he kept them pinned together.
"When are you pulling out…?"
"Don't you worry about that." Tartaglia did not want to admit that he didn't WANT to pull out, the tight warmth surrounding him was far too addicting and he wanted to stay buried for as long as possible.
Dottore was examining his face through his lashes, before his hands brushed along Tartaglia's cheeks. His fingers came back red from the blood Tartaglia forgot was still smeared on his face. Seeing the crimson on Dottore's long and pale fingers… it shouldn't rile him up, but it did.
"Did you just… get bigger?"
"Are you complaining?
Dottore did not relax until they were back inside Tartaglia's room, he slouched against the young man's chest with his arm dangling over a shoulder as he was carried towards the bed. Swiftly Tartaglia ripped off the stained sheets and threw his large quilt over the top before he buried them both down into the mattress, he hooked Dottore's leg over his waist while covering them both head to toe in several layers of fur and thick fabric to block out the icy air that permanently filled the palace and surrounding land.
Before he fully relaxed into the heavy layers of fabric, Tartaglia reached into his bedside table and Dottore frowned as he tried to guess what the young man was trying to grab… he tensed as Tartaglia shifted his legs wider and something large and cold pressed against his sore hole making his walls pucker up. Slowly, as the younger man pulled out the mystery item was pushed inside making his swollen body stretch wider than Tartaglia's manhood had and his hole clamped tightly around it's thinner length. "That should stop you making another mess."
"What…?" Oh… Dottore felt the large bulge inside his body and the cum it pushed back, it was a plug…
"Keep that inside you, until you get back to your rooms in the morning."
"Making demands of me now, are we? Seems I was too lenient…" Dottore's voice held no real bite, just tired sarcasm. "Do you think you have some all of the power now?"
"You know what I am thinking?" Tartaglia grabbed his jaw and lifted his head up so he could look Dottore directly in his eyes without the man avoiding it, "I am thinking about how you will look walking past everyone in the halls as you leave my chambers, full of my cum. Can you keep a straight face?"
"Quite the imagination, I am astounded." Dottore's voice dripped with malice and he smirked, "Does it make you feel like something great while picturing such a thing?"
"Oh, was that not enough for you?" Tartaglia was not phased and he curled his lips upwards as his other hand suddenly wrapped around Dottore's spent manhood. Dottore clenched his jaw, "How about this image then… you have a meeting tomorrow with our Tsaritsa?"
Dottore frowned, where was this going? "Correct…"
"Carry my cum in you all day tomorrow even in the meeting, if you manage to without anyone noticing or losing a drop… I will take your little pill myself tomorrow night. You can even fuck me, if that sweetens the deal."
"Oh?" Now that was tempting. Dottore wondered what he could get up to when his head was well rested and on the full alert, he could already imagine Tartaglia on his knees at his feet and briefly debated if he could sneak a stronger dose as petty revenge. "Such an enticing offer."
Tartaglia slowly stroked their length's together, he had no intention to bring them to an end. But just wanted to make it difficult for Dottore to consider too many options.
"Very well, you have managed to ensnare my interest." Dottore let out a breath as Tartaglia finally let go of his throat and manhood. "Allow me to introduce my own flavour to this little transaction of ours."
"Yes?"
"If you finish the rest of my required jobs on my list I have left in your 'office' then I will have my way ON you…" Tartaglia's lifeless eyes barely flickered as he guessed where Dottore was heading, "But if you don't finish one of these… or to my satisfaction, then I will make you the whore."
"And how will you make ME take on your position, Doctor?" Tartaglia mocked him, reminding Dottore of the 'role' he took on earlier while riding Tartaglia. Before he lost control to the pill.
"I have my ways." Dottore eluded the conversation while rolling onto his other side to put a little bit of distance between them and have his back to Tartaglia. He despised how the young Harbinger stared at his eyes relentlessly. The heat of the drug was still in his system, making the back of his ears feel hot.
Not giving a damn about his obvious need for space, Tartaglia pulled Dottore across the bed until his back was against against his chest and dug his teeth into his nape leaving behind another mark where leather will sit. "Looking forward to it…"
That was the last thing he heard, before one more task was crossed off the list.
Help Dottore get sleep.