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Slowly you opened your eyes, waking up from your slumber. Expecting the plush bed below, but also a warm body right next to you. Except there wasn't the latter. Dottore wasn't laying next to you yet again, which made a heavy sigh escape you.
"Awake, huh?" a familiar voice spoke up and you turned your head to see a young clone. He was sitting on a chair, one leg propped up so that his foot laid on his thigh. In his hand was a book, the title unclear to your tired eyes.
"Dottore," you greeted him and sat up. The sheets fell to your lap, revealing your flimsy night dress with nothing underneath. Your nipples perked up at the sudden cold and you noticed the man tense and avert his head. There was the slightest sign of pink creeping up his neck and ears. "To what do I owe the honor?"
He cleared his throat, but still refused to look at you. "He thought it is my duty to keep you company. As if there aren't more important tasks to be done." Clearly seeming irritated with the command, you wondered if Dottore and his clones shared even a tiny bit of his feelings for you. Of course you noticed them raking their eyes over your body every now and then. But you pushed the sensation aside, thinking of it as them just unable to control their urges. He was just a man, after all, albeit a very intelligent one. Not known for being as empathetic as to supply you a segment of himself for your lonely mornings, but it was your daily routine to be surprised by his talents.
"I don't force you to be here," you said, even though you couldn't help the slight ache in your chest telling you how much you wanted him to stay.
The doctor scowled and snapped his book shut, before pinching the bridge of his nose. "I might as well do as I'm told, while I'm here," he said and finally looked at you again. "What do you need?"
Contemplating for a moment, you answered, "It would be nice if you'd come closer, for starters." To your surprise he actually stood up, before stopping next to the bed to look down at you. "So?" He seemed impatient. If it was for getting closer or finally getting it over with, you didn't know. You lifted your open palm in his direction and he regarded it for a moment, before placing his hand in yours. With a gentle tug from you, he seemed to get the hint and sat down on the bed. So unlike his older self, this one was very stiff and awkward in your proximity and you couldn't help a smile. Feeling a bit bolder and eager to get him into your arms, you let go and pushed his back down on the bed. Before he could even ask, you wound your arm around his torso, snuggling closer to his body to inhale his scent. Dottore let out a shaky exhale as he laid there completely rigid, eyes staring at you as if questioning your audacity. His warmth calmed you down in the best way possible, the familiar scent of mint body wash and sharp disinfectant flooding your senses. His feet were still planted on the floor as he let you do what you wanted, the awkward pose the last thing on his mind. Despite telling himself to get a professional distance from you, his mind was completely blank, enveloped by your gentle hands softly grabbing his side to pull him closer.
"Dottore," you hummed and looked up at him. His red eyes were staring at you in silent disbelief and he was glad for the mask covering most of his face. As if sensing his thoughts, your hand traveled up and laid against his cheek. The doctor wanted to scream, to push you away and leave the room, to never think about this incident ever again. Your soft body against his, your cute smile, your eyes looking at him in this endearing way and how his name left your pretty lips. It made his heart rise to his throat. But the desire to be held by you, to finally be loved and never let go, was far more present in his mind. Damned be rationality and the fear to be abandoned yet again. If he was to experience just a fragment of your gentle soul, he'd eat it all up and treasure it forever. And so he didn't protest as you pushed his Fatui mask out of his face to have a look at him. For a moment you only played with a stray lock of his pastel hair and he could find himself looking at your lips. His face was feeling hot, uncomfortably hot, burning. But he'd endure it, if it just meant for you to continue your advances. Oh how he hated how quickly you made his walls crumble. If you were to take his heart and rip it out of his chest, fitting for the monster he was, it wouldn't be such a bad way to go, he surmised.
"May I kiss you?" you whispered with uncertainty in your voice. Of course he'd seen his older self do this with you countless times, but he never imagined to be the one participating in such an action himself.
"Fine," he huffed, but you instantly saw through his feigned annoyance. Too long had you experienced Dottore's personality and mood swings first-hand. Your smile widened and slowly, not wanting to scare him away, you closed the distance. It felt like you gave him enough time to deny you, but he never did.
It was heavenly to feel your lips on his, how easy they molded together and formed a perfect union. When your lips retreated ever so slightly, he found himself leaning up and closing the gap once more. The doctor kissed you again and again, finding himself enjoying this much more than he should have. Quickly he was getting lost in it, the tension in his body dissipated as his hand found its way into your hair, kisses getting more feverish and desperate.
"D-doctor," you breathed between them as he watched you closely with half-lidded eyes. As you pulled away to gasp for air, a thin string of a saliva was connecting you both for a moment. Swallowing the taste of him down, your pupils were as wide blown as his now. He sure was inexperienced and unsure with such things compared to his older self, but he more than made it up with endless curiosity and the will to learn. Eagerly he pressed his lips against yours after a short pause. Emboldened by your acceptance, he grabbed your shoulders and pushed you down on the mattress now. Then he moved on top of you without breaking the lip contact, the sudden gesture resulting in a surprised whimper from you. You could feel his hardened member through his pants rubbing against your thigh. A calculating scowl paired the pink hues dancing on his features. It was visible how he expected you to pull away from him in disgust, to laugh at him for his pathetic erection from only a kiss. What you couldn't see was his pent-up jealousy finally spilling over from all the times his older self got to enjoy your company.
Your core was throbbing, your thigh mimicking the movements of his crotch. A sharp intake of air was all you heard, before he stopped kissing you. Without words he laid beside you and pulled your back flush against his chest.
"Would you… allow me one more experiment?" you heard his deep voice ask against your ear. After a confirming nod from you, he pulled your dress up enough to reveal your unclothed hips. His crotch was grinding against the gap of your ass. Without waiting much longer, he freed his length and you felt the tip leaving a wet trail against your skin. The way he held you so tightly against him was so uncharacteristically intimate, even though his strong arms never relented. You couldn't break free if you wanted to, and the idea of being at the mercy of this previously so shy clone made you clench your thighs. Within seconds he was at your entrance, leaking and ready to get inside. A gasp was leaving you as he plunged into you, slowly as to force you to feel every inch of his veiny cock. The sensation left you breathless while he was breathing heavily against your neck. His arms enveloped you fully, a hand on your hips, the other underneath your chest to keep you steady. Although his grip was slightly bruising, you couldn't help but get more and more relaxed with the way he grinded his hips against you. The welcoming heat your folds provided was all that he could wish for. And in turn he was stroking your spongy spot with the mushroom head of his member, as if finally scratching a place you couldn't reach. Pulses of soft pleasure rolled over you and made you close your eyes. The intimacy with your doctor made all of your thoughts revolve about him, your soft moans and his breathy groans only accompanied by the wet squelch of your pussy.
"You feel so good," he silently praised you, before he let out a hissed curse, "I… I want you to be mine."
"I'm yours, doctor," you gasped and felt your climax approaching. The way his thrusts became faster, sloppier, you noticed how he was close, too. "B-but please," you said, your eyes trying to look behind you at him with your last ounce of self control, "don't cum inside me."
"Mhh?" his grip was unrelenting, pace never faltering. "What did you say?"
"Don't cum inside, please, I… I'm not on birth control," your sudden urgency and the promise of doing something forbidden pushed him over the edge in a second. With shock you felt him stilling deep inside you, his thick semen filling you up. Your hand pressed against his hips, trying to get him off you, but he kept you both locked together. The groan and heavy panting behind you confirmed your last doubts.
"No, nonono— Dottore, please, please let me go, you can't—" you were squirming in his arms now and it functioned as milking him dry. By now he very well made sure he was spent and you bred by him. As he finally let go of you, you sat up and quickly stood up from the bed. The white, sticky substance was flowing out of your messed up cunt and his red eyes became a shade darker by looking at the terror in your eyes.
"Don't worry, just push it out," he said in mock sympathy, not completely able to conceal the smirk on his lips.
"You know very well it doesn't work like that," you said in a hurry, but did your best to get his seed out of you anyway. "What if you got me pregnant?"
"You'll be fine," he waved your complaint away and couldn't help the chuckle as you stared at him angrily. Instead of helping the predicament he caused, he watched you clean yourself, with only a few thoughts roaming his mind. He would make sure you would belong to him and depend on only him. And when he got you as broken as you needed to be as his obedient pet? He'd perform the abortion himself. After all, it was something new to learn for him.