#dottalone

The Fatui were all used to waking early. They had been doing it for years, especially the Harbingers, and by now it was just routine. Nobody had a problem with it.

Dottore, though, tended to wake earlier than everybody else. He also would tend to sleep later. He had quite an interesting sleep schedule.

This fine morning he had made his way to the kitchenette the Harbingers have, and he set the kettle on. One thing Dottore prided himself on was his observation skills, and by now he knew everybody’s morning routines. Pantalone would wake at six, in twenty minutes, to come and make some tea.

Now, Dottore isn't a tea drinker. He didn't like it at all. He got two tea cups out, deciding to make one for himself to lower any suspension, and started getting everything ready.

He put a tea bag into each cup and a small spoon of sugar. As the time grew closer to six, Dottore put the hot water in. He let it steep for a few minutes, and then he pulled out a small vial from his pocket.

In it was a milky white liquid, which he would replace the milk in Pantalone's tea. He popped the vial open and held it up to take a quick look at it. There wasn't much of a smell to it, something Dottore had been particular about, and he had made sure it had a thin enough consistency and flavour to milk that it would be completely indetectable.

Everything about the concoction seemed to be well, so Dottore tipped it into the banker's tea. It mixed into the liquid well, and the doctor gave it a small stir. Everything was perfect, and he had successfully made an aphrodisiac tea.

He quickly finished preparing his own tea, and then sat himself down at the large table the Harbingers would sit at.

When Pantalone came in, Dottore slid the drugged tea in the man's direction.

"I already made your tea." He said, having to keep himself from smirking. Thankfully, this was easy. Dottore excelled in keeping a poker face.

Pantalone didn't trust this, though. Never did Dottore do anything kind just because he wanted to, so he stared down at the tea with a concerned expression.

"Oh Pantalone, why so distrustful?" Dottore asked slyly. He gestured for the man to sit, and then picked up his own tea cup to take a sip.

"Since when do you enjoy tea, Doctor?" The banker asked lowly, his voice slightly groggy still. He couldn't have woken any more than ten minutes ago.

"I always have," Dottore lied through his teeth, but he did it well. He was a master in the arts of deception.

"I just don't have it often."

He was pleased to see Pantalone relax at his reassurance and watched as the man lifted the teacup to his lips and took a sip.

Dottore became a little restless as the morning went on, watching as Pantalone grew hotter as he had more of his drugged tea. All of the Harbingers had congregated by now, sitting around as they had their breakfasts and whatever else they chose to have in the morning.

The banker shifted in his seat, and Dottore knew that the aphrodisiac was setting in well. He'd purposefully made it stronger than most could handle, wanting to test how it would go.

Dottore stood from his seat, gaining the attention of the chatting Harbingers and he strode towards the door.

"Is that you off, then?" Tartaglia spoke, though he wasn't surprised. None of the Harbingers would be.

"Mhmm," Dottore hummed out, glancing over to Pantalone before he pushed open the door.

"And I don't expect to be bothered by anybody here."

Once he had left Pantalone noticed that, other than that one sip, Dottore hadn't touched his tea. Then he realised that he certainly shouldn't have trusted the doctor. He stood, and he quickly left before anybody would notice his hard-on.

"Doctor," Pantalone called out as he followed after the man. "What have you given me?"

His voice was stern as he spoke, though he struggled to feel concerned, or annoyed at the other Harbinger. He stared at him and noticed so much he hadn't before. Suddenly everything about Dottore was desirable. His slightly chapped lips had never looked so kissable before, and those gleaming red eyes had never made him feel so hot. Fuck, he could barely even see them hidden behind the man's mask.

"I've not given you anything," Dottore answered, not trying to hide that he was lying anymore. He was just having fun watching Pantalone become increasingly flustered.

"Why would you accuse me of such?"

The two men continued down the halls, making their way closer to Dottore's personal experiment chamber.

Pantalone just let out a small groan, though. He knew that Dottore had put something in that tea, and he wanted to know what.

"Doctor," He said, and Dottore just smirked a little. He was obviously quite pleased with himself.

"Why wouldn't I accuse you of drugging me?" Pantalone asked.

Dottore could only let out a little chuckle that echoed down the empty halls.

"It was just a little aphrodisiac," Dottore answered, opening the door to his chamber. It was tidy. Scarily tidy. Pantalone guessed that Dottore had anticipated that he would be followed back, and he planned to do something with his drugged state.

"Perhaps a little more than you can handle, but I'm certain that it won't be anything detrimental."

Dottore rested his hand on the small of Pantalone's back and guided him into the room, then followed him in. The door closed with a quiet slam behind them both.

"Dottore–" Pantalone tried to argue against the man, telling him he shouldn't have done that without any kind of consent, but it would be fruitless. Anybody in their right mind would know that Dottore was a man who cared only for his selfish needs, and not for anybody else's.

"Hmm?" Dottore hummed out, effortlessly making his way over to a table which had a vial of the same milky liquid he had used earlier. He picked it up and swirled it around.

"Do you have a problem?" The doctor asked. Pantalone wanted to say yes. He wanted to say he had a problem with what was happening, but he wasn't sure if he really did. He couldn't tell.

With the vial still in his hand, Dottore stepped over to the banker and lifted the other to cup his face.

"I barely gave you any earlier," He hummed out, and his glowing blue earring swung gently as he tilted his head to observe Pantalone's expression better, "You'll take some more for me, won't you?"

Pantalone didn't even notice that he had nodded. He didn't quite feel in control of his own body, but it was too late to turn back now.

Dottore's lips had curled up into a mischievous grin as he lifted the vial up to Pantalone's lips and tilted it to pour into his mouth. There wasn't an awful lot, but it still managed to spill out just a little and run down the banker's face.

"Oh dear," Dottore purred, staring greedily at the beautiful sight. "You've made a mess of yourself, Pantalone."

There was no time for Pantalone to react. Dottore's tongue licked up what had spilt out, and Pantalone felt himself shiver and his achingly hard cock twitch. A small whine could be heard from him too.

"Oh~?" Dottore pulled his face away from Pantalone's just a little, "What was that?" He asked teasingly, letting the corners of his lips curl up in amusement.

He had never been more pleased that one of his potions had worked.

"I hate you, Dottore," Pantalone said with a small growl.

Dottore let out a small laugh, and he took a couple of steps away from Pantalone.

"No you don't," Dottore said confidently, taking off his mask and placing it off to the side. He put the now empty vial down with it, too.

"You love me dearly. You know you do."

Pantalone couldn't argue. Even if he didn't love Dottore, he felt like he did. The two have had this weird off-and-on relationship forever now, and he had a love-hate relationship with The Doctor. It was like manipulation, but Pantalone was certain he hadn't let Dottore get under his skin.

"I wouldn't be so certain," Pantalone said, deciding he may as well play into Dottore's games. There was no getting away from it, even if he really wanted to.

"Oh, but I would be." Dottore leaned back on the desk on which he had put his stuff, staring over at Pantalone.

"I'm very certain of it, in fact~"

Dottore spoke annoyingly smoothly, and his gaze didn't stray from Pantalone's. Their eyes were locked, making the banker feel even hotter.

"And why's that?" The banker asked, wanting to test the man. He could see as he grew more restless, and he wondered if the small amount of aphrodisiac he had was strong enough to have affected him a little too.

Dottore let out a low laugh in reply, and his voice came out a tad raspy when he spoke.

"Because, Pantalone, you always come back to me." He answered, a nice flow to his words as he uttered them.

"Every time, I'm always the one you come to. No matter the circumstances, it's always me. Isn't it~?"

Dottore was right. Pantalone had always felt drawn to him, and he hadn't an idea why. But it was always him.

Absent-mindedly Pantalone took a few steps towards Dottore, which seemed to intrigue the Doctor.

"Uh-uh," He hummed out, a smirk tugging at his lips once again. "I didn't tell you to come closer, did I?"

Pantalone didn't care. His desire for this man only grew, and he could see the effect it had on the Doctor too. His dick was erect, pressing against the confines of his trousers, and his face had flushed a pale pink. A wonderful sight.

"Oh but you want it, Doctor," Pantalone said in a low, sultry tone. He took another few steps closer to Dottore until they were mere centimetres apart.

"Why else would you have done this to me?"

"To toy with you," Dottore answered simply, though now he didn't stop the banker from approaching, "to drive you insane. To make you want me, just to deny you anything."

Dottore would honestly love to do that. He could feel his cock twitch at the thought of seeing Pantalone so needy. The thought of him begging and pleading for something just to whine and cry when he was told no. It was almost too much, the mere thought alone.

Perhaps that would be something he should try sometime in the future.

"How barbarous…" Pantalone said with a fake pout. He pressed himself against Dottore's chest, then pulled the man's hips closer to his own. Their dicks pressed against one another's, and Pantalone adored the shaky sigh that Dottore let out in response.

"You would hate to be so cruel to me, Doctor."

Dottore ground his hips up just a little against the banker's hip, finding himself growing needier for him. Perhaps that small amount of the aphrodisiac truly was enough to get him going. Maybe it was a tad too strong.

"Oh Pantalone, you know that I'd love to watch you squirm~" He smirked, his hands now resting on the man's hips. He stroked them up and down his sides, and then dipped his fingers under the fabric of his shirt.

"I'd love to hear you cry for me." He had leaned in close to Pantalone's ear to whisper this. "I think you'd look so pretty with a tear-stained face, don't you~?"

Pantalone could only let out a small whine, leaning closer to the Doctor.

"What a horrible person you are, Doctor."

And Dottore just hummed in agreement. He didn't care that he was a bad person. He revelled in it. Having little to no morals proved to be quite handy when you had such a creative mind as he did.

"You love it, though. Don't you~?"

Dottore pressed his lips to Pantalone's neck, then opened his mouth to bite down on the pale skin. Pantalone melted into the sting of it, and a moan slipped past his lips.

Dottore took the lewd noise as an answer, and he licked over the place he had bitten.

"How would you cope without me?" Dottore asked with a fake pout and feigned innocence in his voice.

"Shhh," Pantalone hummed out, not caring for Dottore's pointless speaking. He just wanted him. He wanted to feel him, to feel his hands over his body, to feel his lips against his skin. Archons, anything would be amazing.

Dottore lifted a hand to rest on Pantalone's shoulder and gently pushed him down onto his knees. He smirked down at the man, entertained by the needy expression he wore, and pushed his hips out just a little.

"If you behave well, perhaps I'll consider treating you," Dottore said smoothly, letting Pantalone unbuckle his trousers. His hands fumbled slightly, and Dottore determined he was going too slowly.

He spat low 'tch', then ushered his hands away.

"How incompetent," The Doctor commented, finishing the banker's job for him and pulling his dick out. He stroked it a little, then let Pantalone take it into his hands.

"You’re gorgeous," The Doctor commented, staring down at the man who had started to pepper kisses onto his tip. His hand snaked into Pantalone's hair, and he tugged on it to guide him to look up.

"Open up." He ordered, pleased with the instant obedience. Pantalone's jaw dropped open, and his tongue stuck out slightly.

"Good."

Dottore's gaze never dared to stray from Pantalone's face as he pushed it closer to his dick. A satisfied moan slipped past his lips as the banker took his tip into his mouth unprompted.

The Doctor let his head tilt back a little, pushing Pantalone's head further down his cock as he did. The banker didn't resist at all, in fact, he started to take more of Dottore in without any guidance. This was much to Dottore's enjoyment, of course.

His hand let go of Pantalone's hair for now, and instead just gently rested on his head to gently guide his movements and keep his pace.

"That's it," Dottore praised, looking down at the man again to watch as his head bobbed. "Good boy~"

If Dottore had any less self-control he would have cum just at the sight of this, but he couldn't let that happen.

Pantalone hummed out against Dottore’s cock, daring to lower his hand to his own dick to rub it through his clothes and to his surprise he wasn’t stopped.

“How needy,” Dottore purred lowly, enjoying each of the vibrations from the moans Pantalone let out. “A needy little whore, hm?”

Pantalone could only hum in agreement at the degradation, enjoying the butterflies it gave him. He usually would hate to be spoken to like that, but whenever it was Dottore it was different. Dottore made it sound heavenly.

“Gooood~” The Doctor praised, pleased to see the banker accept his insults. Moans continued to fill the room, and his hand gripped Pantalone’s hair again.

Before Dottore let himself cum, he pulled Pantalone off his cock. Pantalone’s lips parted from his slicked-up tip with a ‘pop’ and the sound was followed by a whine from the banker.

“Oh Lonnie,” Dottore chuckled lowly, letting go of Pantalone’s hair to move it to his dick, “whatcha whining like that for?”

He started to stroke his dick, moving slowly for now to prolong his orgasm. Not because he particularly wanted to, but because he wanted to watch the way Pantalone fidgeted as he waited for his turn.

“What did you make me stop for?” Pantalone asked with swollen lips forming a pout. He looked up at Dottore, holding eye contact with the man. He knew this would drive The Doctor insane.

“You know how I love to taste you…~”

“Why should I give you what you want?” Dottore asked, pausing every time he reached his tip to stroke his thumb over it and make himself shiver. “I told you that I’d reward you if you behaved well enough, did I not?”

Pantalone grew a tad frustrated at this, at his neglect. Dottore knew what he had done, and yet he kept denying him any kind of stimulation other than his own.

“I have behaved well.” His voice came out breathy, but stern. It wouldn’t have any mind paid to it, though. Not with Dottore taking charge.

Now and then Dottore had to stop his movements for a second, trying so desperately not to push himself over the edge. His pre-cum was becoming perfect lube, as well as dripping onto Pantalone’s clothes. He would certainly get a telling-off for that later.

“I decide when you’ve behaved well, love.” Dottore had a small growl to his voice as he spoke, and there was a raspiness to it. “I expect to be treated better than just this before I’ll even think of doing anything in return~”

Pantalone wished that he was shocked at this, but it seemed to be perfectly in character for Dottore. He would have to give him the world to even get so much as his attention in return.

"What more could you want?" Pantalone breathed out, and Dottore started stroking his dick again. There was more rhythm to it now, and he kept it perfectly aimed at Pantalone's face.

"I want to ruin you, Pantalone." Dottore answered simply, "in ways you can't even begin to imagine. In ways that are beyond inhumane."

His voice grew heavier as he spoke, and hand hand movements were quicker.

"There are so, so many things I'd love to do with you, Lonnie~"

Absolutely none of them were moral. He wanted to toy with the man's body, pick it apart and see what bits of him were most useful. He wanted to see how far he could push his limits, but he knew he had to be careful with him.

Dottore's hand stuttered on his cock as he came, the sticky liquid painting a beautiful picture on the banker's face. A masterpiece in Dottore's eyes.

"You're the worst," Pantalone mumbled and Dottore cupped his face gently to guide the man back up onto his feet.

"My glasses are a mess now."

The banker wasn't best pleased about this, which seemed to entertain Dottore plenty. He lifted his hands to pull his glasses off and discard them to the side.

"Your only concern is your glasses?" The Doctor asked with a small laugh, using his middle and ring finger to wipe a bit of cum off the man's face. "I've made a mess of more than just your glasses."

Dottore trailed his hand down to Pantalone's clothes, and he rubbed the fluid off his fingers next to other stains from before.

"You might need some help cleaning up, hm?" His eyebrows raised a little and his face inched closer to Pantalone's.

Pantalone wished that he could ignore The Doctor's antics. He wished he could be annoyed at him and just move on, like he always did, but he couldn't.

"I hate you." He said sternly.

"No you don't~" Purred Dottore, and he licked some of his cum off Pantalone's face to then kiss him. He didn't waste any time in getting his tongue into Pantalone's mouth, and the banker couldn't help but moan a little at the taste.

Dottore pulled away from the kiss to move to Pantalone's neck.

"You know very well, my dear, you couldn't ever hate me~" Dottore spoke low and raspy, and now he began to slowly lift him up to his feet, “I’m far too generous to you for you to hate me, aren’t I?”

Pantalone wished he could say no. He wanted to say no. But also he didn’t. He loved how he was treated, while also hating it at the same time.

Dottore pressed Pantalone firmly against the table he had just been leaning on, and he lifted the man's legs up to guide them to his waist.

“You're beautiful, Lonnie, do you know that?” He purred out, pressing sloppy kisses to the man's clothed chest. He moved away from him just enough to undress his bottom half.

“So, so gorgeous, love.”

Pantalone could barely respond with anything other than moans. He let the Doctor do as he pleased and strip him almost naked, and the shock of Dottore's fingers in his mouth caused him to gasp around them.

“Be good, honey,” Was all Dottore instructed, but the banker instantly got to work on sucking them. He swirled his tongue around them, drooling all over the Doctor's hand.

After a small while, Dottore determined he had done this well enough and he pulled his fingers out of his mouth, directing them to the man's hole instead.

“Fuck, Dottore,” Pantalone moaned out as he felt two of the mans fingers push into him, “Careful,-”

The Doctor hummed out in amusement, paying very little attention to the man's pleas. He knew he would be okay, he had done this with him many-a-time.

“Shhh,” Dottore hushed and leaned down to press more, almost soothing, kisses to the man's barely exposed abdomen, “You're okay, Lonnie, you're doing so well~”

The praise went straight to the banker's dick, and all he could do was let out breathy moans. He knew that Dottore didn't even necessarily mean what he said, that he only said it to get his way, but he didn't care. He has grown to enjoy this dynamic, for the most part.

“That's it, love,” Dottore purred, keeping his hand movements steady as he added a third finger into the man, “How perfect. How amazing…”

Dottore swore just the sight of this alone could make him cum. He loved to see Pantalone so helpless.

“Dottore,,” Pantalone moaned breathlessly as he felt Dottore's fingers pull in and out of him, “Please,” He managed to croak out, and just about glance at the man. He caught a glimpse of his sly grin, though, and knew exactly what was happening next.

“Oh Lonnie,” Dottore cooed, pulling his fingers out of the man, “You have no idea what you do to me~"

The Doctor took his cock into his hand and spat on his tip, massaging the liquid onto his cock for a second before lining himself up with the banker's hole.

“You're so perfect for me,” He said, pushing his cock into the man, “Soo, so perfect. Always doing what I want you to~”

Dottore's words came out breathily as he slowly started to thrust into Pantalone, holding onto the man's hips to keep him steady.

Pantalone moaned out, which also mixed into his whines, and all he could do was let the scientist fuck him. He loved it. Every second of it. There was no denying it now, and he knew that.

“Look at you,” Dottore couldn't speak well now, his orgasm ready to wash over him again, “I wish you could see how pathetic you look, Lonnie~”

He got no reply, other than moans and Pantalone's legs wrapping around his waist more.

“How would you live without me, being so generous to you~?” The Doctor was only half joking, knowing fine well that had the two not gotten into this strange relationship he would survive perfectly fine.

“You wouldn't cope, would you?”

Pantalone shook his head, and that sent The Doctor over the edge. He didn't bother to pull out, filling Pantalone with his cum happily. It was one of his favourite sights.

Thankfully for Pantalone, he had cum just a little before Dottore had. Otherwise, he knew he would have just been left needy and helpless.

“Dottore,,,” The banker began, but was quickly shushed by the Doctor.