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A soft hum left Pantalone’s throat. His gloved left hand was holding a pen, and he was busy writing various important messages on a sheet of very light blue paper.
The room he was in was hulled in complete darkness, except for a couple of large dining candles which he had placed on his desk. Bright flames reflected in his dark glasses, which he just slightly pushed back on his nose. The words he had just written blurred into the frame of his glasses, and he reread them a couple of times.
“Perfect,” he whispered, his thin lips pressed into a pleased grin. He let his grip on the pen go, letting it fall on the desk. His hands now moved to a small stack of unused envelopes and a stamping set. He opened the small box that contained a blood-red ink pad and picked up his custom-made stamps. That was until a loud, whiny groan caught his attention.
“Pantalone… I’m begging you…”
Pantalone let out a soft chuckle and turned his desk chair to face the person on the bed.
“Are you really that impatient, my Dottie?”
Dottore whined again, sitting up to look his lover in the eyes with the most convincing puppy eyes he could ever put on. His lips even pouted and he slightly leaned forward. “I just want to cuddle with you, that’s all.”
“Hm. Cuddling, you say? That’s all?” Pantalone slowly tilted his head, his eyes meeting Dottore’s deep red ones. His lover looked just the way he liked it; his mask off, revealing his pale scarred face and red eyes. His icy blue hair was messier than ever, it was clear that he had spent many hours brainstorming in his lab before knocking on the door of his partner to annoy him.
Dottore nodded, folding his hands in his lap. “Don’t make me repeat myself,” he snapped back, but Pantalone managed to catch Dottore’s comment and it was like he made it evaporate in thin air. His own violet eyes twinkled in that sinister way that made the Doctor’s chest twist and turn every time it happened.
To Pantalone, being able to control Dottore in this way was like a game. Who would’ve thought that one of the mightiest people of all in Teyvat would be wrapped around the gloved finger of a banker from Liyue?
“Oh Dottie, you will get what you want very soon,” Pantalone raised from his chair, stepping closer to Dottore. His hand found its way under his chin and he forced the Doctor to look at him. He felt how every fiber in Dottore’s body yearned for him. But the Regretor refused to give him what he wanted just yet . His game wasn’t over.
So he took a couple of steps back. “I am going to finish my letter just like I planned to, and then I will make time for you.”
Dottore could only swallow and nod.
He waited patiently on the bed, eyes following every move that Pantalone made. Pantalone knew how much he enjoyed being treated like this, hence why he allowed it to happen. Nobody had ever seen this part of him, Dottore never even expected to open up to somebody like this.
But Pantalone was different.
The banker knew just what made him tick. He knew what to say to make the usually stern and confident Harbinger crumble. He knew not only how to participate in Dottore’s mind games, but also how to win them.
This excited Dottore more than ever. It was already exciting to outsmart most of the people he met, but a worthy opponent like Pantalone made him shiver in anticipation.
To most powerful people like Dottore, having your ego crushed by someone else would enrage them. But to him, it worked the complete opposite way. He enjoyed playing this game. Trying out every trick in the book and waiting until his partner would catch him.
And Pantalone managed to catch him almost every time.
He already knew Dottore had not only barged into his room for cuddles. The Doctor probably wanted a lot more, but instead of asking his beloved partner nicely, he decided to turn it into a game. A game to get Pantalone exactly where he wanted him to be.
Pantalone chuckled softly. His poor Dottie, who was waiting on the bed for him. If he wanted to play a game, Pantalone felt just as eager to play along.
So it didn’t even surprise Pantalone when Dottore was suddenly standing next to him, and his bony fingers hooked around the chain that was attached to his glasses. The thin frame that rested on his nose bridge shifted a little and Pantalone was quick to push Dottore’s hand away.
“Do you not remember what I said to you a couple of minutes ago?”
Dottore let his hand fall. That familiar, exciting and also arousing feeling only grew and he couldn’t suppress letting out a nervous chuckle. His heart beat in his chest when Pantalone raised from his chair again, his letter still not finished.
It almost looked like his violet eyes had turned a shade darker. The sadistic twinkle from before was long gone, but on his usually stoic face was an unreadable expression that would make most people shiver in fear. But not to Dottore. He was also one of the only people who had seen Pantalone this way.
“Oh, is it funny to you, Zandik?”
A miserable whine left Dottore’s parted lips. Zandik. Pantalone almost never called him by his real name, just like Dottore never called the banker by his real name. But when he did, it made Dottore’s mind spin. It was so simple but so hot to him. So extremely arousing, to be treated like this. So all he could do was nod vigorously, his earring filled with fluorescent poison dangling as he did.
The Regretor shoved his chair back and took the index finger of his left gloved hand between his teeth. He pulled, allowing the expensive leather to slide off of his hand. Dottore watched him take off the other glove in awe.
Pantalone’s hands were large, pale, and compared to Dottore’s messy scar-covered hands, very well manicured. His nails were quite long, just simply polished with a shiny layer of top coat that he probably borrowed from Columbina. His middle and ring fingers were decorated with expensive rings.
He also took the time to take off his glasses, and neatly placed the accessories on his desk. He then finally came closer to the awaiting Dottore and gently pushed him back on the bed. The Doctor’s head hit the pillows, but he immediately sat straight up. His red eyes were solely focused on his lover who didn't hesitate to discard his fur coat, and crawled right on top of him.
Another whine left Dottore’s lips when he finally got what he was craving; the feeling of Pantalone’s lips crashing against his. He hungrily lapped at the Regrator’s lips with his tongue but yelped when Pantalone instantly pulled back, and a pale hand sternly held onto his jaw.
“Control yourself,” he growled before he continued their kiss. Dottore did what he was told. The Regrator was in charge, just how Dottore liked it. He was getting his way once again.
He obediently dropped his jaw when Pantalone’s tongue licked his lips, and let him explore his mouth. Their tongues touched, and Pantalone let his own tongue slide against Dottore’s sharp teeth.
When they pulled back, they were both out of breath. Pantalone couldn’t help but grin looking at his partner below him. His usually pale cheeks were now deep red. And his eyes, his bright red eyes were glazed all over and completely focused on Pantalone. The banker smiled fondly. His Dottie . His everything.
Even while Dottore could be very annoying and behaved like a brat, Pantalone could never hate him. He loved Dottore the way he was, and he enjoyed engaging in these types of mind games with him. He wrapped his arms around Dottore’s neck and kissed him once again, this time a lot softer.
Their game wasn’t done yet though, Pantalone was just as competitive as his boyfriend was, and he certainly wasn’t in the mood to make Dottore get the impression that he won this round.
“Do you have any idea who I was writing that letter for?” he whispered against Dottore’s swollen and bruised lips. The now out-of-breath Doctor pouted and shook his head.
“Stop lying.”
A happy yelp escaped his throat as Pantalone’s fingers hooked around the leather body harness he was wearing, and he was effortlessly pulled closer to the banker.
“You do know who that letter is for. You’re just doing this to get a reaction out of me,” Pantalone whispered between gritted teeth.
“I-it’s for me,” Dottore finally whispered, “missing parts. For my experiment.”
“That’s right. I was very busy negotiating to buy the missing parts from a seller, just for you. That was until you decided to barge into my room and keep me from my work,” Pantalone’s voice grew softer and softer as he spoke, his hands caressing Dottore’s icy blue hair.
“And that wasn’t the only thing I wanted to get done on this fine evening. There is an entire stack of envelopes on my desk, waiting for me to send them out. You’re keeping me from my work, Dottie.”
Pantalone’s warm voice sounded like honey in Dottore’s ears. He closed his eyes and leaned back. “I just wanted to be with you. I love you,” he then whispered, gasping when he felt Pantalone’s lips on his neck. His back arched, giving his partner more space to leave sloppy hickeys and bite marks. It felt so good, he was completely melting under Pantalone’s touch.
“P-Pantalone-“ Dottore’s breath hitched in his throat as one of the Regretor’s hands traveled from his hips to his crotch, touching the bulge in Dottore’s pants.
“Oh Archons, look at you. Our silly little game is turning you on. This is why you came to my room, isn't it? This is what you wanted,” Pantalone just simply observed, pressing his hand down even more and grinning when Dottore let out a desperate whine.
“Please…”
“Poor Dottie… what would you do without me,” the banker whispered in Dottore’s ear, right before he placed his lips around his earlobe and bit down on it. His hand that was placed on Dottore’s crotch started moving. “Crumbling, in the hands of the very person who funds your experiments. You need me to feel complete, don’t you?”
Dottore swallowed his spit which felt thick and heavy in the back of his throat. He pushed his hips against Pantalone’s hand, opening his pleading eyes to face him. “Love, please…”
“What?” Pantalone grinned. “What do you want?”
“D-don’t stop, p-please…”
But to Dottore’s surprise, the banker didn’t listen to his boyfriend’s pleas and removed his hand, going back to mark Dottore’s neck with hickeys. “I’ve done enough for you already today,” his voice sounded, hot and warm against Dottore’s skin. “Unless…”
“Unless you beg for it.”
Even though Pantalone seemed very pleased with the words that were rolling from Dottore’s lips, he was definitely waiting for two particular words. Dottore whined. He knew what was coming.
“Tell me, Dottie,” he then whispered in that silky voice, only stopping his assault on Dottore’s neck to whisper those sinister words.
“Who do you belong to?”
That was all that Dottore could take. He let out a loud cry, hands losing their grip on the blankets around him to helplessly hold his lover’s arms. “Y-you! Pantalone, please, please please please, I can’t take it I've been waiting for you the entire day- I’m yours . I’m all yours, you can do with me whatever you want I promise you I will be good, please,” he whimpered, fat salty tears now rolling down his heated cheeks. He shifted so that he was now laying on Pantalone’s lap, grinding his crotch against the banker's thigh. It was pathetic, but that feeling only aroused him even more. And he knew Pantalone felt the same way.
The Regretor’s sadistic grimace only grew bigger and bigger. “That’s it. Good boy,” he whispered in his still sweet voice, placing his hands on Dottore’s hips. He easily turned Dottore around again and carefully placed him back on the bed.
“L-love-“ Dottore gasped out, yearning for the touch of his lover again. But he was silenced by a long finger being pressed against his lips.
“Shush, Dottie,” Pantalone whispered. “Just be patient and stay here for a second. I’m going to blow out the candles and you’ll get all my attention after that,” the sentence was finished by a kiss on his forehead.
All Dotorre could do was nod vigorously. He watched Pantalone get up from the bed and blow out all of the candles. His arousal between his legs throbbed and he ached to slip a hand under his pants and relieve himself but didn’t. He did not want to. He had lost the game, and had to pay the price.
He was Pantalone’s possession tonight.