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“You’ve been spending an awful amount of time with (Y/N), 18.” 45 commented as he walked in, a cup of coffee steaming in 18’s hand. His eyes flicked over for a moment then to the desk he was heading to. He simply shrugged, hoping they wouldn’t see the way he bit the inside of his cheek.
Omega laughed in 45’s direction. “Keeping tabs are we? They seem closest to Zandik if anything.” 45 closed his eyes, letting out a soft breath through his nose. He leaned back against the cool wall, trying to keep quiet since it was quite true.
25 simply rolled his eyes, “They’re always around. Always. With everyone really. I didn’t know we were competing.” He adjusted his glasses as he looked to 35.
35’s smile faded off his lips into a scowl. “Competing? I never said anything of the sort.” 65 began to snicker, noting omega’s suddenly clenched fist.
“I sure have been.” 65 jumped in, standing taller. “Having gotten on stable footing with every segment is quite a feat. I’d like to further learn what turns the cogs in their mind to decide to get close to the lot of us.” All the segments turned to stare now, eyes narrowing.
“They seem to spend the least amount of time with you.” 18 replied hurriedly, as if trying to prove himself above 65. Under the mask 65 cocked his brow, but couldn’t reply as 45 immediately jumped to talk.
“So it is a competition.” He mused, pushing himself off of the wall and toward the center of the room. “We can make a friendly wager then. Should they show interest in one of us, then it would technically be all of us no? Whoever wins our little bet can have their hands on them first.” He extended his hand out, the other segments looking skeptically at the gesture. Ultimately, however, 18 was the first one to take it.
The rest followed like a murder of crows. “What shall we wager?” 25 asked, his tone flat with unamusement despite having taken the bet as well.
“If it’s whoever can have them, then it should be someone who knows them.” 35 replied, a hand on his chin as he began to think. While he hadn’t interacted with them much he surely believed to know more than the others.
“A splendid idea.” 65 nodded as he agreed, after all he had been observing them for a long while.
“I’ll come up with the questions.” All the segments turned to the corner where 8 was sat. They had forgotten about him as he had been quietly working in his fatui notebook. “I follow them around sometimes.” Sometimes was an understatement. Whenever (Y/N) was with another segment 8 tagged along, noting how his older selves interacted with the new variable. The segments aware of this fact came to a unanimous agreement.
Zandik heard the chatter as he was passing by so he retracted his steps to peek inside the door. Even if what they were talking about was in the form of an argument he was glad to see them together. That was until he heard, “45 got the most points. He can be the one to have (Y/N).” 8’s voice was unamused, but he noted down the percentage of knowledge they each had over the subject.
Zandik began to scowl, gripping the door as he peeked inside. They were treating the new recruit like meat, how absurd. Especially leaving him out of it. He had been the one who brought them here after all. He should have some say in having them. “I’ll get back at you fools for this..” He murmured to himself.
Yet the opportunity presented itself much faster than he expected. “Hmm.” He considered (Y/N)’s proposal, thinking over what the segments had talked about earlier. His finger tapped rhythmically against the cold metal of his cane. “I suppose.” He murmured as he looked out the window, where the other segments were discussing the latest project. He was certainly not opposed to the idea, but he was still partially annoyed with the segments. What would be the best way to get back at them? They were competing weren’t they? “Under one condition.”
“Anything-!” He held out his hand as he gave a disgruntled huff. While he was quite pleased to see the enthusiasm, but he’d have to wait.
“You may not be so eager after I say the condition. Think it over. And you will not be permitted to tell them. Understand?” He watched as they couldn’t stand still, practically bouncing in place. “You must tell me how I compare to them. I want you to do it with them first. Order doesn’t matter, though I assume some parts of myself will be.. Easier than others.” He turned his chair back to his desk, hunching over it as he began to finish up what he had been working on. Chaos. That’s how he’d get to them.
(Y/N), after he had finally settled down, had asked him once more what the deal had been about. He didn’t seem interested in talking about it, but nonetheless he laid down on the bed as he began to recall the day. (Y/N) laid their head against his chest and closed their eyes as they listened. His large hand gently ran through their hair, his heart beat steady, and his breathing soft. “And that’s how we got here.” 45 grumbled, thinking of how he had somehow now become one of the last ones to have them. (Y/N) clicked the pieces together after being told of the deal. Zandik was messing with them wasn’t he? They snickered, slightly still curious about one thing.
“I see. So what were the questions?” Dottore hummed, tapping his finger against their bare hip.
“You really want to know?” He asked hesitantly.
“Yes.”
He sighed then continued. “8 has been observing you as a specimen. It’s his roundabout way of deciding if you’re alright to be around. It was normal at first. Your height and weight for example.” They cocked a brow. Unsure of how anyone would know considering they didn’t remember mentioning either before. “Then how often you use the bathroom. How often you eat. What you eat.” They sat up quickly, almost bumping his chin.
“You’re telling me you know the answer to these? I didn’t think you had all been watching me so closely..” He grinned then scoffed slightly.
“There were 10 questions. I only missed one.” They sighed and laid back down, pulling the covers over themself.
“So you take a mental note each time I use the bathroom?” They asked with a scoff, trying to hide their flushing cheeks.
“3 times a day. 4 if you have coffee in the afternoon.” They felt themself begin the shrink away. There was no way that was right. Right?
“I wasn’t really asking.” They sighed. “So what question did you miss?”
“Who you spent the most time with. 18 really had a kick out of that one.” His hand slipped down to their chin, pulling it up to face him. “You better believe I’ll be keeping a closer eye on you.”
When morning came 45 was already gone. No trace of him in the room. His coat also left with him. It was as if they had spent the night alone. From what 45 had said.. 65 was eager to learn about them.
This interest however, did not go unnoticed. In a way, he had intrigued them the most. He was the only segment who had such an elaborate outfit. Once he began to ask questions however, the interest faded. He seemed too eager to know about them. Rapid firing questions like it was an interview rather than an amicable conversation over coffee. They indulged his questions for a while before beginning to avoid where he frequented.
They headed outside. The segments weren’t the only ones who were observing. Right about now 65 would be outside taking account of the flight patterns of the passing birds.
The breeze was colder than they had expected, goosebumps popping up their arms. The area surrounding the building was rather desolate, except for the garden Pantalone took care of. It was a hobby of sorts, but 65 was quite glad to see it. He had taken a new interest in birds as of late and they often came to rest at the garden to take what it offered.
They headed in between the two large hedges and headed to the center. In the clearing he stood in the middle. Crows had perched on the trees and hedges, while others were jumping about picking at a few apples that littered the ground or berries scattered on the nearby table. They stayed by the hedges, not wanting to disrupt the study. “Did you give them those?” They heard his pen stop writing, but he didn’t turn.
“Yes.” He answered simply, not a tinge of warmth in his voice. “They prefer the sweet apples from the market rather than the berries Pantalone planted.”
“Do you see the one to your left?” They looked down to the scarred crow. Its left eye slightly clouded grey, a large scar running from its beak to its wing. “That one prefers carrion.” Dead meat.
“Specimen 13, I see.” They let out a small snort, supposing that was his way of naming them.
“I named him, but sure 13.”
“13’s flight pattern has changed since he last came. I’d examine him, but he won’t let me get close.” The crows seemingly adored 65, he fed them and gave them little trinkets from the market.
Yet, 13 was different. Didn’t trust a soul. Only knew where a good meal could be found and where it could rest. “Not much can be done then. How about the other flocks? Any outliers there?”
“Why are you here?” Their heart stilled, there was no doubt in their mind that he realized they were avoiding him. “To make amends?”
“I didn’t realize we fought.”
“Did we not?” He finally turned his head over his shoulder to look them over. Under the plague mask they couldn’t see his expression making their palms begin to sweat. His gaze felt icier than the howling wind that surrounded them. “I tried making several rejected attempts to meet with you.”
“I was busy..” They murmured, unsure of how to proceed. Though they quickly realized it was best to fess up. “Fine. I’m sorry. Your curiosity was pleasant for a while. At some point, however, it was just too much.”
“I see.” He turned back to his clipboard, writing something. “Apology accepted.”
It was silent. They had nothing else to say. Not to mention he was in the middle of observing the flock as well. Minutes passed and they broke out into a full cold sweat. They hadn’t moved an inch. Their breathing sounded too loud to themself.
“Well?” Their breath hitched upon hearing him speak again.
“What? Oh. I just thought.” Nothing. They were thinking they were a fool coming to him without a plan. “Uh. I thought we could spend time together now, I suppose.” They heard his pen click before he turned fully to face them.
“Alright. Come here then. And just so you’re aware, you could have requested I not inquire about your person. I could have had you help me instead.” They stepped into the circular opening, the crows all staring as they approached 65.
There was a soft crunch under their feet from the leaves that had scattered around. They could feel their heart beat with every step, his indecipherable gaze not helping their uneven breathing. Upon stepping in front of him he came to their side. He presented the clipboard, “You sketched 13’s wings?”
“Yes. I raised 13. I found him on his own during a blizzard. Resilient I suppose. He integrated into the flock alright. I will get the chance to see him from life to death.”
(Y/N) stared as the bird eyed them both. Wary of them together. “He seems stressed.”
“He doesn’t like winter. He doesn’t migrate.”
They nodded, then looked up at 65. “I have a question for you actually. If you’ll indulge me.”
“I suppose in return for making you uncomfortable I will allow it.” He put his hands behind his back, standing straighter.
“Where did you place within the bet?” His eyes narrowed underneath the mask. He cocked his head at them, he wasn’t aware they knew. The other segments had neglected to tell him.
To (Y/N), he seemed just like 13 whenever he’d turn his head like that. Observing carefully. “Last place.” He murmured, taking a step forward.
“I thought you had been observing me as a specimen. Did you waste your time with me then?”
“No. 8 simply had.. ridiculous questions. Is that why you came?” They couldn’t see it, but they could hear his tone lifting as a grin began to form on his lips.
“Yes.” They admitted quietly as he leaned forward.
“Perfect.” He walked to the stone table and the edge of the cleared. The birds became startled from the sudden movement and scattered in an instant. They followed after him and stood beside him with a confused expression. “Shall I help you?” He pulled them to his chest, staring at them through his mask. He could feel their quickened heartbeat causing his grin to grow. “Do your best to enjoy yourself. I will be observing.” His words sounded more like a threat than anything. He lifted them effortlessly onto the table and then pulled off their shirt.
Seeing them shirtless began to awaken his cock. He bit back a noise and stepped in between their legs. His eyes drank up the sight of their hardened nipples and smooth skin. Albeit now bruises lined their hips and neck. Had he not known any better he would have assumed they were a licentious minx. Instead he understood his younger selves were starved for the warmth of another.
While his body told a different story he wasn’t often in the mood. His thumb fixed on the nipple with slow circles. He watched as they bit their lip slightly, as if there was anyone else around their noises could potentially bother. He’d have to ask the other segments what they were like.
His hands were warm thanks to his cotton gloves. They shivered slightly from his touch and cool air that prickled their skin. Their eyes stared up at his mask wondering what kind of face he’d be making. He went from nervous, to rough, possessive, needy, and now what? How would he react? The mask made it impossible for them to know. Paired with giving him the freedom of their body made him more unpredictable and that thought alone began to wake up their body.
They swallowed lightly as he leaned down, his longer hair brushing down their cheek. “You’re getting hard aren’t you?” They closed their eyes with shame, but gave him a small hum to tell him he was correct. “What if I left you like this?” He mused, but their body quivered with need. Their hands pressed gingerly onto his chest. They could feel his full figure underneath his vest and bit back a whine.
“Please.” They begged instead with words. “Don’t leave me like this.”
“Good. Very good.” His hands let go of their nipples, one of his hands coming to their sternum to gently push them onto the cool table. They let out a small whine upon feeling the berries he had scattered there ooze onto their back. Dottore’s other hand reached for a berry by their head, pressing it to their cheek until it dripped down the side of their face. They simply watched, unsure of what to say. “You’d really let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you?” The need between their legs grew and the only response they could muster up was a nod.
His hands came down to their waistband, his fingers lingering over and around it. He removed his gloves, putting them into his pocket. His hands were slightly wrinkled, calloused and scarred all over. Swiftly he undid their pants and pulled them down along with their briefs. He took a moment to study the adorable sight in front of him before he pressed his thumbs down into their hip bone. A moan slipped from their mouth as his thumbs gently ran over the curvature of the bone.
“You have a perfect structure..” He muttered to himself, examining every nook and cranny of their skeleton. His calloused hands ran down to their thighs, lifting them slightly to get a better look. “They must have been rather rough with you.” He commented with mock concern. Their body seemed a little flush and swollen, but his hand reached for his pants.
He stuck his finger far into his mouth until they gagged, slightly swirling it before taking it out. Then his finger gently slipped into their tightness, feeling around for that soft peach like pit. It wasn’t hard to find, especially when a moan escaped (Y/N)’s mouth, clearly still sensitive. They felt rather exposed, feeling as though his every touch and look was just an observation, but his hard cock by their thigh said otherwise. He pulled out his finger after having examined their inside and placed his hands to his belt.
They lifted their head as they heard their favorite part, the soft clinking of a belt. He unbuckled it before slowly unzipping his pants, his boxers showing the hard outline of his hardened cock. They swallowed hard in anticipation as he brought it out, if it was wrinkly they couldn’t tell by this point. He was fully hardened, but that didn’t stop him from stroking their cocks together to prepare them. They let out a quiet moan, their breathing growing uneven from the suspense.
He grabbed the base of it, guiding it to where they craved it most. They let out a breath of relief as they felt the familiar feeling of being stretched. They laid back down, covering their mouth with the back of their hand. He began slowly, the ridge of his cock going just deep enough to massage their needy spot. He let out a soft chuckle as he watched their eyes roll to the back of their head. “Just as I thought,” he murmured to himself. “Then let's see how you prefer it.” He pushed in slowly, his thick base stretching them out until he bottomed out.
His eyes narrowed as he felt their body tremble underneath him. He pushed their hips flush together and as he felt his cock rub on their walls he let out a quiet groan. They let out a sweet sound of need, their eyes focusing on his mask. While they couldn’t see his expression his body told them everything they needed. His cock was twitching within them, feeling and prodding. “Just like that. Go steady for me won’t you?” He bit down on his lip as he heard their quiet shaky voice.
He pushed in and out slowly, his calloused hand gently wrapping around their hardened cock to lightly stroke them. They let out a drawn out groan, their hands grasping at the sides of the table. His other hand settled on their hip, his roughened skin almost grating their skin. Despite his slow thrusts he still pushed in hard causing their breath to hitch. “The others must have quite enjoyed taking you. My younger selves certainly enjoyed taking things slower.” His words came out with a quiver on every other syllable, a smile forming on (Y/N)’s lips.
“You talk as if you don’t.” His hips pressed firm into theirs, a soft groan escaping their lips, but he stayed still now.
“I am not focused on myself.” He leaned down, the tip of his mask digging into the top of their lip. “You’re quite a noisy specimen.” He chuckled, his hand wrapping tighter on their hip. “I suppose I can give you what you’re looking for if you ask nicely.”
He straightened back up to take the pressure of his mask off their lip, grinning wide as he could finally get the chance to do what he wanted. “Will you go faster for me, Dottore?” Their voice was quiet, their ears feeling warmer now. They could feel his cock twitch within them once he heard their voice however. They let out a sharp gasp as he began to do long deep thrusts.
His hand wrapped around their cock tighter, stroking faster, a chuckle escaping him as he felt their sensitive hole beginning to tense up. He held back his voice, observing the way they closed their eyes. As their sweet hole began to convulse around him their hips involuntarily bucked up. “Thats it. Let yourself go. You’re doing so well. Show me how you’ll come for me, hm?” However, even with his cocky words he could not deny his body had begun to enjoy itself more than usual. He leaned over them, grunting as he pushed in harder.
His cock was twitching much more often, his movements sloppier by the second. “Damn it. God damn it! Speak for yourself..” They couldn’t keep their voice down anymore, letting every word in the book out. Their hands let go of the table and instead wrapped their arms around his neck. They pulled him down, letting him grunt near their ear instead. His voice came out in short bursts as if he tried to hold it in. Feeling him stroke them sloppier and stay longer thrust by thrust they knew he was close.
They wrapped their legs around his back, forcing him still as they came onto his hand. His body shook as he released at the same time, a soft “fuck,” escaping his lips. His body continued to move as he emptied himself. “I wouldn’t have pulled out.” He commented after a moment, raising a brow. “Don’t tell me you like feeling it shoot up inside you? I find it quite uncomfortable.” He snorted, pulling out.
They let go of him, breathing heavy as they now relished the cool air. “What? I suppose. I just enjoy the feeling of the warmth.” He was skeptical, but nonetheless dropped it. He cleaned himself off on their thigh before pulling his clothes back on.
“I suppose now you understand the segments have free claim over you, don’t you? I’m sure they’ll flock to you like vultures.” He put his gloves back on, cocking his head as he watched them look at their dirtied thigh with displeasure.
“Well. There’s actually one more I have been promised to.”