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Bright rays of sunlight illuminated the small city, minor shadows being cast by the sun at its peak, coming so soon from the bitter weather in Snezhnaya, Dottore began to get overheated from the hot, summer weather, his irritation peaking as he gathered more and more distasteful stares from the locals in Mondstadt. He didn’t bother hiding his identity; as if his distinct light blue hair and mask would allow that anyway, his status as a Fatui Harbinger would dissuade people from causing him any additional troubles and the power from his position brought variable amounts of fears to meagre passerbys.
With his distaste for the hot weather that was beginning to grow overwhelming, the Harginger looked for someplace to rest indoors, preferably somewhere tucked away from most people going about their daily lives. Remembering his past visits years ago to the city, a few taverns stood out- only drunkards and bartenders should be in them at this time, as perfect as it could get for someone wishing a more low profile. Firstly the tavern on the main street of Mondstadt: The Cats Tail, it was quickly eliminated due to its location, if anyone was going to go to a tavern, Dottore assumed they’d go to one located in the middle of the city. With that reasoning he made his way through a few back alleys and winding streets to reach the second that stood out to him.
He found the Angels Share quickly, a few patrons scattered outside on wooden tables talking over beers or other beverages loudly, he opened the door to go inside, relief hitting him instantly in the much cooler building, it was dimly lit with very few people occupying the many tables and chairs, perfect. Moving quietly, he made his way up the spiral staircase as to hide away more from the people of Mond and chose a table at the far back corner. He sat so he could face the stairs and therefore see anyone who came up and act accordingly, after all he was still in the region for work related reasons and pathetic commoners shouldn’t be allowed to see a Harbinger at work- even if he was on a simple mission of his own to find one of his own clones that stopped responding to him a few days ago.
Bringing out a few folded pieces of paper from his coat pocket, Dottore thought for a second before crossing out a few locations on one of the papers, a rudimentary map of most of Mondstadt- he knew the lost clone was probably not located in Mondstadt itself, the chances that it was outside the city was much higher. Knowing the last time the clone responded to any command he gave it was when it was located by a Statue of the Seven, specifically the one closely located to the Dawn Winery he would focus most of his efforts there when the temperature outside fell. Other papers were quickly returned to his pockets, they were irrelevant and only random ideas for future experiments he had planned or blank pieces entirely; either way no use for him now.
Murmurs from people talking downstairs reached his ears, vaguely able to pick up on some idle chatter of patrons at the bar he eased into his seat, adjusting his position to have his arms folded across his stomach and closing his eyes after putting the map back inside his coat pocket. He allowed himself to rest, there was nothing to do after all and his irritation of lack of any ability to function in anything other than freezing temperatures made him tired, he’d be ineffective at finding the clone with his current mood.
Sometimes the door to the Angels Share would open and new people would come in, some would leave, maybe one or two were even kicked out by the bartender. More pointless discussions occurred downstairs and no one bothered to move to the upstairs of the tavern where Dottore was sitting, quicker service to drinks and such downstairs after all. He easily found himself too comfortable and exhausted, dropping off into a light sleep in the cool bar that wasn’t too loud- his journey to the region was entirely restless and he hadn’t expected to be so put off by the weather as soon as he got into the city. If he’d have known his fatigue, he would have hired a room in the hotel one of his fellow Harbingers, the Regrator, had wonderfully bought out.
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Sudden and heavy footsteps coming up the spiral staircase weren’t acknowledged by the Harbinger who was idly dozing off, neither were the footsteps that came directly over to where he was sitting, stopping at the Doctors own feet.
A hand grasped at his hair, fingers curling in the minty blue stands and tugging on it instantly, pulling the man up out of his seat entirely. Getting snapped back to reality, he brought his hand to the one firmly located on his hair, grabbing at the persons wrist. Eyes adjusting to the dim light after being closed for so long, unlike before when the tavern had sunlight shining through windows clearly making the building light, it was now barely lit by a few candles downstairs. It had clearly been a few hours since he was last awake, archons know just how late it was however, people could still be heard downstairs mumbling about things, glasses clinking together and more drinks being poured, it was assumedly when the majority of the locals had gone back home after drinking themselves stupid, only some staying later into the night.
He saw the person in front of him, vaguely remembering seeing someone like him before; flaming red hair tied in a high ponytail and a dark, near black coat with delicate gold accents all over it greeted him, a deranged expression on his pale face that could only be indescribable rage.
“What. The. Fuck. Are you doing in my tavern, Fatui scum,” the man spat out, voice shaking with anger.
“I’ll have you know i’m more than ‘Fatui scum’ as you so elegantly put,” replying with a similar anger at the audacity to be grabbed at, “you’re speaking to her majesty the Tsaritsas loyal Harbingers, unhand me!” He moved to bat away the hand that was lodged in his hair but that hand was caught at the wrist by the red head.
Shock from the quick distribution of his peace still wavering, making the Harbingers words unsteadily spoken, showing him to be dazed to the other man. A weak point.
That only seemed to infuriate the red haired man more, crimson eyes widening and baring his teeth in an animalistic way.
“Even more reason to deal with another one of you, Il Dottore.”
Hand tugging more at his hair, pulling a few strands out in the process, he moved his hand defensively to his side, clearly ready to fight, knocking Dottores hand away from his wrist.
With the mention of his name, a few distant memories surfaced in the Doctors memory, many years ago now, when he visited the country and defeated Ursa the Drake, making the region completely indebted to the Fatui for future plans, he met a man one of his many meetings. They appeared to be the same person, the years between their meetings not changing the others appearance as much as the Doctors own had changed, if he remembered correctly the man before him would be Diluc Ragnvindr, a man wielding a pyro vision- or maybe a delusion too if he remembered one of the many stories his clones informed him about.
Either way, the man before him way furious and held a very distinct grudge against the Fatui, he was readied to fight at the slightest indication that Dottore was too, however the Doctor couldn’t care less about the man’s childish grudge. He was here to salvage a clone, not partake in a battle.
“Master Diluc, I have no interest in fighting, I’m here for completely innocent reasons,” feigning a comforting smile he moved to sit back back down, the confrontation making him feel much too warm again despite the nights much more cooling temperature. However the man didn’t ease at all, instead summoning a great claymore to his hands, the brutish weapon branding a matching colour scheme to himself- dark reds and blacks accenting the blade that was ready to rip Dottore to shreds.
Defensively standing back up and bringing his own catalyst out, charging it with the use of his delusions energy, the red head charged, bringing the great sword over his shoulder to slash at the Harbinger, a pyro infusion tarnishing the blade and making it much more deadly. The weapon crashed down beside him, on the table he was sat at not long ago, sparks flickering from the destruction. If he hadn’t have moved in time, the blade would be firmly lodged in his shoulder, flames burning more scars into his body than were currently present.
“Master Ragnvindr, are you willing to burn your tavern to ashes just to put me down?” Dottore laughed, wicked grin spreading across the portion of his face that wasn’t covered by his mask.
Realisation flooded across Dilucs face, a disgruntled scowl after extinguishing his weapon and letting it fall to his side, the man’s simple retreat and moment of defencelessness inciting the doctor to attack back, releasing a blast of energy from his charged pin-like catalyst that knocked the younger on his back, throwing his weapon out of reach on the floor. Getting closer to the man he stood over Diluc, stepping on the arm that tried to reach his claymore, other leg resting on his opposite side.
He stooped lower, now straddling the man, bringing his hands to his neck, applying a light pressure- not enough to actually suffocate the red head, but enough to stifle his breathing.
“Such a shame I have no care for your little tavern, so tell me, what do you know about one of my segments?” he began, a low laugh coming from his chest, “I know you’ve seen him, Ragnvindr.”
For the most part, what the Harbinger was saying was a complete bluff- Dottore had no idea whether or not his clone was torn apart by the man but the chances were high enough. Seeming to grimace at the statement, Diluc struggled against the doctors grip, coughing weakly when he could, his expression gave himself away.
So he does know what happened to it, Dottore thought, mind buzzing with excitement at his theory being confirmed and the aimless struggling of the man under him.
“That was quite distasteful, don’t you think? I worked very hard on that one.” He was beginning to laugh again, “however could you make it up to me?”
Dilucs eyes shot around the ceiling of the tavern, face blushing subtly under the candlelight, he didn’t stop shuffling around under the other, legs twitching upwards so Dottore could almost rest his back against them. Below them, customers continued to loudly ramble their woes about this or that, none seemed to take much more of the minor fight that took place on the floor above.
“I need to make it up you you? Why should I? Take more control of your own clones, Fatui Scum,” he shifted again, grimacing under the interrogation and moving his hand to Dottores wrists and holding them tightly, was he forcing them in place? What fool does that?
“Yes, make it up to me, what don’t you get?” he hissed out, impatience growing.
Silence grew between the two, Dottore most likely staring daggers into the man he had pinned though his mask and Diluc not meeting his stare at all. The Harbinger was growing more irritated and more aware of the body underneath him- more like he was growing more aware of a pressure under his ass. Realisation struck him harder than the claymore that hit the table earlier, is he into this?!
It was Dottores turn to be flustered, grip around the bartenders neck loosening briefly, not knowing how to react to this kind of situation, he had expected the other to try to kill him once and for all or to just give into his demands and pay him enough mora to replace the clone, he did not expect the perverse reaction he got out of the other at all.
“Make it up to you how, Lord Harbinger?” the whisper was barely audible but it was the first time the red head looked to Dottore in a while and his smirk was extremely visible. Speechless at the remark, the Doctor didn’t move, hands still around Dilucs neck and still straddling the man’s waist, no sounds came out of his mouth. More silence was shared between the two, both still for a minute.
Diluc moved first, and slowly at that, removing his hands from the Harbingers wrists he placed them uncertainly on his waist, waiting before holding them firmer and pushing them down to meet his own hips, grinding on the man above him. The movement pulled another laugh out of Dottore, adding more pressure to Dilucs neck once again, watching him struggle for air, and leaning in close so he was resting his forehead against the others, the cold mask leaving an uncomfortable bitterness on Dilucs forehead.
“And this is how you’ll make it up to me? What are you? A common whore, a prostitute? Ragnvindr this is unexpected, and Archons, is it fucking pathetic.” He dug his nails into the man’s neck before loosening his grip and allowing him to breathe again, Dilucs breath being ragged and frantic. “I won’t lie, I’m curious, let’s see you try to make it up to me, hm?” The toothy grin under the mask growing.
The red head coughed out a weak murmur, grinning and grinding up into the other slowly, the tent in his pants becoming more and more obvious. Dottore slid his hands down Dilucs body, taking his time to feel around his chest- unbuttoning the first few buttons around his shirt collar and moving his coat out of the way. He moved his attention down to his stomach before reaching his trousers, pulling the fabric down to his thighs, revealing his half-hard cock, precum dripping down its shaft. Giving it a teasing stroke, the Doctor grinned at the writhing response it brought out of the other, Diluc rutting his hips up into the man’s hand eagerly.
“Are you always this easy? You look like a whore,” Dottores teasing voice was kept to a whisper, “Already this hard and I haven’t done anything to you? Surely you’re ashamed, Ragnvindr” the man delighted at the low whine Diluc let out at his words and hand that was barely touching his cock.
Leaning in closer to the other man’s ear, nipping it gently before bringing his pointed teeth against his exposed neck- biting down roughly, drawing small droplets of blood out of the wound whilst moving his hips down against Dilucs thighs. The red head letting out more quiet groans at each thing the Doctor did to him, easily being forced into such a compliant role by the Harbinger.
“You’re not- you aren’t hard,” he said at last, voice shaky and blunt- stopping all movements from himself and the man that straddled him.
A moment of silence elapsed and Dottore sat upright again, the expression on the little portion of his face that was exposed by the mask displayed dismay, the Doctors grin turning to nervous frown, he said nothing and adjusted himself awkwardly on top of the other.
“Ragnvindr,” he began after a while longer of painful silence, “I don’t have a cock.. Do you want to get on with this or not?” He turned his face away from the others, breaking away from the stare of the other and voice trailing off.
His voice sounded impatient, although it was poor attempt at covering the uncomfortable nervousness the man felt, under him Diluc mumbled something quietly, grabbing at the Harbigers thighs firmer than before- spreading them more and sneaking his fingers down the waistband of his trousers, pulling them further down his hips.
“Not something I care for, Scum,” he whispered, “Let’s get on with it.”
Turning to look back at the man he had pinned Dottore looked surprised, ears showing a brighter pink tint than before, nevertheless continuing to grind his hips down again against the other. Diluc swiftly brought the Harbingers pants down around his thighs and showing his wet pussy, fingers quickly going to rub against his clit and tease his loose hole.
One finger slipped inside, a second entering soon after to scissor the man’s hot enterance open, bringing a low groan out of Dottore as he moved back into Dilucs neck to suck and bite at more parts of it, leaving small cuts and bruises across the skin- he unbuttoned the rest of the red heads shirt to expose more of the man’s chest, leaving more and more marks wherever he could in between small moans of pleasure from Dilucs skilful fingers opening him up. He added a third finger into his hole, slowly moving inside at first before he efficiently started to slide them all inside and out of his pussy, the wet heat of it conjuring lewd thoughts in his head as he moved effortlessly to open him up more- cock twitching as he spat on and moved his free hand to loosely stroke it, moving his finger over the slit of its head, spreading precum down its length, shivering from pleasure and quietly moaning into Dottores light blue hair.
Diluc removed his fingers from the Doctors wet hole, his hand to roughly pumping his cock a few times more times, before he went to grind on the other again.
“I request you stop biting me and sit up, Fatuus,” he complained, Dottore easily following his command and sitting up, looking down at the mess he made on the others neck and chest- red marks scattered everywhere that would surely bruise a dark purple soon next to deep bite marks with quickly drying blood smeared across them. While he sat up, Diluc gripped at his hips hard enough to leave a mark, moving Dottore up against his leaking cock, relenting Dottore lifted himself up so his pussy rested above the head of the others shaft, teasingly letting it briefly enter and hearing Diluc gasp desperately he sunk down halfway, feeling his cock rub against his loose walls, his wet hole being enough lubricant for it to slide in easily.
He lifted himself off the other again, grinning at the response Diluc gave him before fully pushing himself down again, letting Dilucs cock fully enter his pussy as he rested against the others hips before bringing himself up again, repeating the action and drawing more sounds out of the other man.
Diluc loudly groaned at the pleasure, forgetting their situation as his mind went hazy from the feeling of the other man bounce on his cock repeatedly, letting his cock slide in and out of his dripping hole easily, Dottores hands being placed at his hips for support as he rocked on his cock, hands grasping at the exposed skin. One of his hands once again caught his neck, however, another joining to push against his throat forcefully and cut off the circulation to his brain.
“If you want to be caught so easily, go ahead and whine like a bitch in heat, I, however, don’t want to get caught getting fucked by you, especially not on a damned tavern floor, so I advise you shut the fuck up, Ragnvindr.” Dottore harshly snapped, voice low and panting heavily. “Archons you’re fucking pathetic,” he hissed, grinding down harder as he brought one of his hands back to rub against his clit, keeping his own moan quiet and subdued compared to the others.
Unable to retort, Diluc panted heavily, hands grasping at the flesh on the Harbingers legs, digging his nails into the skin, leaving small markings behind when he moved to adjust his grip. His head was beginning to fog, vision blurry and his thoughts clouded by immense pleasure and the pressure against his neck- as his chest ached and his head screamed, the Doctors hand didn’t move, the grip remaining firmly pressed against his throat. Both men letting out muffled sounds of pleasure as they moved against each other in desperation, both looking for a release that was slowly coming.
The longer the Doctors hand remained where it was, the more Diluc felt himself slipping into ecstasy, drawing his orgasm closer the longer he was deprived of oxygen, his thoughts being cut short as his mind became empty from pleasure. His vision faded before he grip loosened briefly, getting a few breaths of air before he was deprived of it again.
Small movements and conversation were continued under the two, assumedly not being heard yet they continued clawing at each other’s skin while Dottore let himself grind and move on the bartenders length, his composure falling apart quickly as he was left panting and shaking gently, “Aha, you look horrible like this, Master Diluc… Like a whore, you know?” he laughed, leaning back on his cock and arching his back into his movements, using a hand to cover his mouth as soft whines came out of it.
Dottores pussy clenched around the red heads cock, his movements becoming lazy and without rhythm as he moved up and down on it, grinding his hips forwards and letting his hand nudge against his clit teasingly, rarely moving his fingers to rub it and give himself the pleasure he craved. He felt Dilucs orgasm coming soon as the man beneath him rutted his hips upwards, hands digging into his thighs aggressively, it was sure to leave marks by tomorrow but with his own orgasm approaching soon he lacked the care to tell off the man and stop him- even if he enjoyed the blunt pain it caused, sending his body sharp bursts of electric pleasure the more times his body was harshly marked by the others hands.
Dottore pushed the others head back against the floorboards, grinding down deep into his cock and pushing harder against the sides of Dilucs neck he felt the other arch into him, cock being pushed even deeper inside his hole as hot liquid released inside his pussy suddenly. Under him, Diluc moaned at his climax, bucking his hips thoughtlessly upwards as much as he could to chase his orgasm as it hit him.
“So soon, Diluc? What a disgrace,” the Harbinger panted, the words he uttered barely audible over his quick breathing.
Dottores grip on his neck had loosened as his own climax hit him, Diluc letting out a choked groan as he took heavy breaths. Quickly moving to finger his clit, the Doctor weakly bounced more onto the other, feeling the red heads release fill his hole up, he bit down on his lip as he reached his own orgasm, his legs left trembling and body unsteady as he fell forwards, body tensing up under the pleasure of it and letting out a moan into the others shoulder. Diluc gasped for air, moving his shaky hands away from the Harbingers thighs and around his waist loosely.
Both men stayed like that, panting into each other, both sweating and shaking from their individual climaxes. Dottore was the first to move, lifting himself off the bartenders cock and shuffling to pull up his trousers, not caring about how dishevelled he looked. With shaky legs he stood up, letting a hand fall near Dilucs, helping the other man up as he, too, fixed his clothes. Neither exchanged a word, fixing their clothes and hair faced away from each other.
Hearing Diluc move away, the creaking floorboards alerting the Harbinger to his movements, he noticed the man left behind something from his coat pocket on a table nearer the stair case. By the time the Doctor picked up the item that was left behind, the bars door had already opened and closed- Diluc was long gone.
“What a sly man,” the Harbinger whispered, putting the black and white mask into one of his many coat pockets, quickly dusting himself off before going to leave the tavern, still unsteady legs carrying him down the stairs and to the door like the red head before him had done. Ignoring the obvious stares of a few of the patrons as he left, their eyes burning into the back of his head as he was leaving.
He moved through the city, moonlight illuminating the streets enough for him to see, he’d make his way back to Snezhnaya soon, the clone was long gone by now anyways it seemed.