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The golden afternoon sun illuminates the room while someone plays the piano.
Pantalone, who you often assist, sits in a big comfortable armchair. Hands intertwined and listening with closed eyes to his colleagues play.
The Doctor sits at the instrument, the white twin tails of his attire flowing over the edge of the stool, only to drop down over the velvety cushion. They hang in the air, moving from time to time when he reaches for the keys on either end of the piano.
You, a mere subordinate, stand beside the Regrator, like usual. As part of the fatui your main job was assisting Pantalone and Dottore because of their many shared work deals.
The doctor argued it was more time effective to have one person running back and forth. In addition he wouldn't have to introduce all of his segments over and over again.
The regrator on the other hand argued it was simply cost effective sharing one person but you can guess the truth behind their work appropriate excuses.
They were both just a pain in the ass to deal with and instead of killing every new hire either through experiments or passive smoking, until noone wants to work for them, they share their favorite stresstoy.
You are an exceptional worker, no complains about the excessive smoking of Pantalone and you can dance around Dottores provocations so you won't end up on his table, not to say you also somehow got the favor of all of his Segments, more or less.
In the end you have gotten a free pass from all the weird medical experiments the doctor does and you get a better salary than your colleagues. Not to forget it is kinda funny seeing two harbinger periodically interact with one another, especially after hearing how they complain about one another.
Surely you never told them about what the other truly thinks. In the end you are a professional and a good one at that.
It's truly worth it in your mind because most days you only stand beside either of them and write something down, listen or deliver messages.
Okay maybe you also act as a waiter and mediator from time to time, when they meet up and try to discuss things in private. The cold hostile atmosphere, some might expect, turns mostly into a both sided calm and accepting peace. Well, if the deals work out, that is.
Nonetheless until now everything always worked out in the end.
Today was another ordinary meet up between the two. It was to discuss the progress of one of Dottore's experiments.
The whole day you stood by his side, watching and documenting how his experiment succeeded and now in the late afternoon it was finished. You already presented the good news to your other boss and now they settled the early ended discussion into an usual freetime activity.
From time to time it happened, this occurrence. The peaceful moment of Zandik playing the piano while Feofan listened. You were just lucky enough to be let in on this, no one would believe you anyway if you told your colleagues.
The image of this blissfull moment was already burnt into your retinas. The broad moving shoulders of the doctor that only get extenuated by the moving bird feathers on his shoulder and how Pantalones dark locks fall perfectly to frame his relaxed face, his glasses reflecting partly the setting sun.
Usually about now he would complain about pain in his lungs or eyes, but today he is quiet. You wish you had a camera to capture this moment forever but neither of the men would possibly be okay with that, so the memory chip called your brain has to subdue.
Somehow today seemed lighter, the atmosphere seemed more at ease. Maybe it was just the sun hitting the room correctly? Maybe it was just a good day?
Slowly the music stops and the doctor withdrawals his hand from the piano.
“What is it? Did something suddenly cross your mind?” Pantalone doesn't even opens his eyes.
“A duet would be fitting for a day like this, wouldn't you agree? Come here and sit down.” Dottore waves to your direction while Pantalone hums approvingly.
A bit confused you blink, because you stand right beside the Regrator. It takes a second for you to register who he means but because the man beside you doesn't even flinch it can only mean you are addressed.
“Yes sir.”
You nod quickly and walk over to Dottore, who already moves a bit to let you sit down beside him.
“Oh please, you can drop the formalities. In the end we celebrate the success of a new experiment and I wouldn't think of us as strangers.” The blue haired man flashes you a smile and you nod in return. His smooth voice, when he tries to get at you, never misses your heart but you are good at not showing it.
“Okay.” His wish is your command and you would do anything to please him. Not that he really could be pleased with anything but the absolute perfect and best but you at least try.
Sure you saw your fair deal of gruesome and ethnically debatable experiments from him but something about him had a pull on you. Probably his manipulative character and his handsome face.
Maybe just his status, he is the second Harbinger after all and you joined the Fatui for the Tsaritsa. If she favors him so highly, it's only natural to follow because this is all aid for her plan, for her love.
“Let us play together. You only need to follow my lead.” You nod and place your fingertips like his on your side of the piano. Thank the Tsaritsa that the basic fatui training included piano lessons.
He presses down on the first key and a few more follow suit just like you. You are a quick learner and even better at following your boss in his steps.
Your shared efforts ebb into a beautiful melody that encapsulates the room. He was right, a duet seems to highten the overall atmosphere today.
Not only the music but also you being able to share such a mundane task like playing the piano with a harbinger, makes this day better than you had ever imagined on this morning.
The warmth of the sun, of the body beside you and his occasional interference with your personal space, his shoulder meeting yours when you're not quick enough to move. All these things seem to be experienced by you for a first time despite it happening multiple times a day.
Lost in the tranquility of it all you loose your feeling for time. You hope this blessing will last forever.
Pantalone enjoys the music too and his mind wanders. Seeing the back of his friend and his trusty assistant makes something deep inside him stir. Only one thing would make this moment even better.
A cigarette.
He begins to reach into his pocket and draws one out. The sound of the piano drowns out the rustle of fabric that is followed by the click of the lighter. The man inhales as the tip of the cigarette begins to glow red.
The lighter clicks back to extinguish the flame and he lets it slide back into the inner pocket of his jacket.
The smell of tobacco fills the air as he takes another drag.
Suddenly a punch of disharmony splits the room. You are quick to remove your fingers from the ivories before Dottore could smash them too. As soon as the smoke hit the doctor something short circuited in him.
“After I went through all the trouble of giving you new lungs, you have the audacity to smoke?”
The good mood seems to be ruined, at least for the blue haired man beside you, that seems more than displeased about his companion.
“Of course, for what would I use it otherwise than to breath and smoke?” Pantalone, the calm impersonated, takes another drag. Visibly relaxing more into the cushy chair.
Dottore, who never looked over his back once, now looks at you. His voice already dripping with venom.
“Stop my dear friend Pantalone from smoking. This is a direct order.”
Oh dear it begins. Their usual bickering.
You suppress a sigh and stand up. You walk over to Pantalone, stopping in front of him. Ready to ask him to stop, he already smiles at you. The all too snooty and sly smile he always has. You only get to the "Sir-" before he cuts you off.
“Be a dear and tell my old friend Zandik he shouldn't order my subordinate around.”
You nod and turn around. The screeching of the stool getting pushed over the woodenfloor hurts your ears. The Doctor finally turns around.
“Your subordinate? You are gravely mistaken. It seems I have to change out your brain next. This is my subordinate.”
“Oh really?” A soft answer, he takes on the challenge the doctor proposes and uncrosses his legs.
“Sit down, sweetheart.” He props the cigarette between his lips and his free hand pats his thigh.
You know time is of essence here and because you already got cut off from fullfilling your first orders you can't waste time on the next ones or your head will roll… maybe worse.
So you sit down swiftly on his leg. You didn't plan to put all of your weight on it but as soon as your ass made contact with his thigh, he pulls you waist closer towards him. Your side gets pressed into his upper body, only fabric seperating you now. Just now can you feel how large his hands truly are.
One hand remains on your waist, drawing idle patterns into your giving flesh and you know for a fact your face is slowly turning red.
Maybe if you had agreed to be one of Dottores test subjects a while ago, would you have been able to gain inhumane control and never ever turn red again! But right now you are not able to hide it.
Pantalone takes the cigarette out of his mouth with his free hand and ashes the burnt part onto the tray beside him.
“How impudent of you. Should I come sit down on your other thigh too or get I spared the embarrassment? You make a fool of yourself Pantalone.”
The Doctor crosses his arms too high before his chest, a behavior his 8 year old segment mostly does when he is overly annoyed but seeing the 35 year old doing this seems fitting and unusual all at the same time.
“Please, there is not merely enough space for the both of you. Don't be irrational Doctor.”
The soft voice of Pantalone is way too close for comfort. You feel your heart working overtime.
Why do they suddenly fight over you, when the agreement remains they would share you? It's not like you could say that out loud. You already experienced how territorial Dottore can get, even among himself.
This situation is awfully close to the one you had the first week you started your work with the doctor. Two of his segments needed you at the same time for different experiments. Their fighting only subdued as a third Segment snatched you away. You only ever follow the flow, it's the only way to survive here.
Your incompetence is your own competence and survival tactic in this enviroment. Taking whatever is thrown at you and rolling with it. You aren't nearly as clever as even one Harbinger and you don't posess subhuman strength or anything else special...
But still you ended up at this position.
From then on, his Segments were sure to push you fast to work so they could claim you for the day or however long they needed your assistance without interference from other Segments.
You had a packed schedule after all.
And right now the territorial fight between your bosses makes your stomach awfully fluttery.
Who wouldn't want two handsome middle aged men to fight for one? This wet dream come true hopefully doesn't turn into a nightmare. It was a tightrope walk in this establishment, afterall.
You get ripped out of your thought as you feel Pantalones hand squeezing your hip.
Shortly followed by the Doctors hands that creep onto the sensitive part of your shoulders, too close to your neck. He is looming behind you now, the threatening presence sending a shiver down your spine.
Are you allowed to look up? Should you look to Pantalone for help? Was this maybe a setup trap from the beginning? Or what is happening?
Your mind gets cluttered with questions and you feel your shoulders tense under the slender fingers of your bosses.
The delicate part of your shoulder, the trapezius muscle right above your collarbone is the target of the Doctors fingers. He rubs tiny circles into the supple muscle, working his way to your collarbone and closer to the middle where your throat is.
The weight of his hands fully settles on your body. Is he trying to relax you or gnaw at your sanity? You don't dare to breath, forcing your body to freeze. One disturbance, one wrong move and he could kill you.
In one motion he takes one of the hands off of your shoulder and lets it slide over the side of your throat up to your jaw. All you can hear is the pulse hammering in your ear, he probably feels it too.
His gloved hand comes to a rest on the opposite side of your face. The motion is too clean, too smooth to notice his arm under your chin, ready to choke you. But you only follow his movement, tilting your head upwards and finally looking up at him.
Thumb resting against the small infront of your ear while his fingers sink into the nape of your neck and the hair that covers part of it. They explore these areas in slow, deliberately tiny motions.
You try to keep your poker face despite the blush on your cheeks but his smile puts you on edge.
What is he planning?
Before the tension could eat you alive the scent of tobacco grazes the tip of your nose.
The banker exhaled his smoke covered breath right into Dottores face, whos smile vanishes on impact.
“And what do you try to do this time with my assistant? Trying to hypnotized her or is this a new choking technique? Seize it, noone will be fooled by your 'charms'. ”
Over it, Dottore pushes your head away from himself and into Pantalones chest. The Regrator is quick to gently cradle one hand around your head to keep you save on his chest.
The heavy smell of Tabacco fills your lungs after you allow yourself to take shallow breaths. Half your face is pressed into the smooth fabric of his turtle neck sweater.
You hear his heart beat: steady, calm.
It grounds you but it doesn't calm your own heart that is running a loosing race. His fingers gently comb through your hair.
"Now, now. Do your younger Segments rub off on you? Usually you wouldn't be so uptight."
You hear the slam of hands on wood. Dottore now corners you both. His nails dig into the wooden part of the chairs back.
"Uptight? Oh please, spare me. I am not the one basically fucking someone elses assistant right before their eyes. Isn't this called sexual harrasment?
I thought you had a public image to uphold, but suit yourself. I bet the Tsaritsa would be more than eager to hear about your abuse of love."
The cold arrogance of the doctor meets the ignorance of the man under you midair.
"Do you feel sexually harrased, dear?"
The question is directed at you. Before anyone can cut you off again, you shake your head or rather half rub it on his chest due to the limited space between the two, definetly not because you wanted to feel more of him before this is over.
His approving and cocky hum is followed by another drag of the cigarette that started everything.
"See? The only one that has a problem with the display of affection is yourself. So don't be so selfish, you had her all morning." His elegant fingers thread through your hair in a serene way.
"Selfish? Oh dear me, it seems you can't help but misunderstand me. Are you dense on purpose today or is your mental health declining too? The only person with more rapacity than myself in this room, has to be you Feofan."
Out of the corner of your eye you can see the grin returning on the Doctors face. You wonder who will explode first.
Will it hit you? Most definetly.
"My dear Doctor, what if it declines? What would be the correct treatment for this issue?"
The curiosity in his voice is palpable.
Was he egging him on on purpose this whole time?
"I'm glad you ask. Firstly..."
When Dottore leans down you feel his breath fan against your cheek.
"We should get rid of the root problem to start the actual treatment."
Did he just say you should be killed? Scared for your life, you look up. The faces of the two man are mere inches away from each other, as if you never existed in the first place. Their lips too close to not kiss.
Should you leave now? Will you be killed if not? Unsure how to proceed next you decide for a tactical retreat.
Pantalones hand has already fallen away from your hair and Dottores posture leaves an opening right now for you to escape. This is the last chance you get. Leave the dream before it becomes a nightmare.
With one swift motion you scoot away through the gap. Or at least you attempt to because your movement was met with countermeasures.
The man above you forcefully pushed you back down between Pantalones spread legs while the man, now behind you, lets his hand slide over your arms until he grips your wrists with each hand.
"Curious. I never ordered you to stand up." Despite his velvety voice, his clasp was unforgiving.
You hear the man above you chuckle.
"Seems like the treatment should begin sooner than later. Does the patient feel up for the care?"
He takes a step closer to you, bowing down to be on eye level with you.
You can't help but swallow dry. It's not like you can't escape, you could if you really wanted to, the door is two steps away. Wrenching out of their grip and escaping should be 100% be possible.
There is only one problem: You don't want to.
Right now trapped between rock and a hard place you would like nothing better than be trapped between their hard places.
Is the Archon of love answering you like this? Sure you had your daydreams about your bosses, who wouldn't have? Two strong competent man that devoted their live to the mission of the Tsaritsa.
Two halves of a whole, two sides of the same coin. You never dared to ask for this, you only practically begged for this oportunity to happen and it did.
Slowly you nod and miliseconds later the doctor presses his lips on your own after descarding his beak like mask. The force pushing you more into Pantalone, who clicks with his tongue. Missed his chance to be first and with the frustration that boils up he frees one of your wrist temporary.
With the free hand he plucks the glowing stick from his mouth only to prod the cigarett bud into the arm of the man devouring your lips, making sure it won't burn again before flicking it away.
Dottore flinches but he doesn't back down, instead he forces his tongue into your welcoming cavern. Overwhelmed you try to keep up with his eager inspection of your mouth.
Will you get through his inspection?
Barely missing how soft Pantalones fingers slide your hair from your neck, freeing your sensitive skin to kiss it.
"Don't worry, sweetheart." A feathery whisper between kisses on your neck.
The gentleness is a stark contrast to the fierce behavior of the doctor and you melt right into it. Much to the dislike of the man before you who lets his teeth sink into your plush lips. Your joined spit mixes with the metallic taste of blood before your physician retreats.
Short huffs of air enter your oxygen deprived lungs as you see the blue haired man lick the remaining blood from his own lips but there is no time for you to catch a break.
The Regrators hand already cups your cheek and guids your face to the side and your eyes meet.
The dull violet eyes meeting your own and he gently slides his thumb over your injured lip. Captivated by the rare sight of his open eyes you couldn't care less about the sting on your lips.
His gaze wanders from you to the other contestant as he leans in to kiss you. A quiet claim over you and a nasty side eye to the other to declare this war of love.
Kissing away the pain caused by another made this even sweeter, despite the heavy aroma of tobacco that claims your taste buds.
Pantalones hands begin to snake down and around your hips, further to the center of you. The larg warm hands begin to cup your crotch, exploring your intimate area. Your pants and his gloves are enough of a barrier to dull the feeling of pleasure that you seek.
Slowly with one last slide up his fingers are quick to unbutton your pants. Opening your contrains only to let his hands dip under your clothes.
The feeling of soft leather and the cold of his rings against your burning flesh is a special kind of torture. You squirm, trying to straightening your back against him while he still devours your lips.
After exploring your dampening pussy his fingers rest ontop of your clit, rubbing slow maddening circles into the sensitive nerve, while his other hand teases your entrance.
He begins to insert two slender fingers, the rings on it catching on your entrance.
Your soft moans getting swallowed by him, not letting Dottore get more of you than he can already see.
Unable to let this sit with him, the doctor begins to kneel down between your legs. Guiding you to lift your hips, inevitable letting the fingers inside you slip out, so he can get rid of your unnessesary complicated pants and underwear.
Your bare ass on the cushion now and the man infront of you pushes your legs further apart. Your thighs press into Pantalones, who lets his fingers slide back into you. Reaching for the soft spot deep inside of you, while his other hand falls away from your clit.
Your aching bundle of nerves pulses against the cold air. But not for long before it gets kissed and covered by Dottores mouth.
Arching your back you press your upper body into the Regrator while your hips grind into the Doctors face.
Soft moans spilling from your mouth as well as the saliva you can't hold back during this intense pleasure.
They both work perfectly together.
Everytime Pantalones long finger pump and press into your sweetspot, Dottores warm tongue laps over your clit.
Between moans and the coil rapidly tightening inside of you, it gets hard to breath. Unsure what to do with your own hand you decide to dig them into the cushy armrests.
Dottores fingers dig into your sensitive thighs, keeping them further apart than they need to be just to trap, not only you but the man behind you aswell.
Pantalones free hand begins to slip under your bluse, cupping one of your breasts before rolling your nipple between his fingers.
The sinful assault burys you under piles of pleasure after pleasure, before it all finally crashes down on you.
The orgasm running you over like the train that cuts through Snezhnayas snow covered land. Thankfully the rooms in this building are sound proof or else, everyone would have heard your loud moans.
But for now only the two man with you got blessed by this beautiful melody, that slowly gets replaced by heavy breaths as they bring you down from your high.
Feofans finger shallowly pump into you while Zandik licks you clean, only for them both to slowly retreat.
You hear Pantalones voice warm against your ear. "You did good, my dear."
You melt right into the praise and his shoulder, trying to catch your breath.
The man infront of you begins to stand up, leaning forward. Right before his face could capture you, he captures the lips of the man behind you.
Forcing a kiss onto the male to make him taste your divine essence too. Despite the rivarly they both seem to enjoy this. Until Pantalone bites Dottores lip, resulting in them breaking the kiss.
A mischevious smile begins to spread on both mans lips.
"Hm." Dottores cocky voice slices through the building tension in the room.
Pantalones hands return to trace idle patterns on your hips.
"Is there another problem, doctor?"
"Oh, how nice of you to finally adress me. But it's nothing of importance, just go on torture my assistant further but I am curious.
Did you intend for me to just watch you act so uncouth or did you want me to interfere? Given our amicable relationship I thought even a scrooge like you would at least know the concept of sharing amongst friends."
The blue haired man taps his temple with his index finger. Observing and plotting his next steps.
"I fear you are mistaken. I never intended to share in the first place, thought I made this already clear. Seems like you have missed your first curtain call already. Your many experiments must have gotten to your head."
Not quiet getting what they fight about now you haven't much choice but to watch for now.
"Did they now? You were always a troublesome patient."
"That's not true-" Pantalones short intermission gets ignored and Dottore talks right over him.
"Going against your doctors orders everytime and now you have the audacity to drag someonelse down with you.
That's not something I can simply accept. It seems I have to be more strict from now on."
With that the Doctor scoops you up from your warm place between the Regrators legs, taking you away from the other.
You remember that the Segment that is holding you now, the one that deals usually with offical affairs, was especially design to be strong. But it never misses you to catch you off guard, given you often just work with the lanky Segments that are propably weaker than yourself.
"Now, now. No need to be so greedy all of a sudden." The black haired man stands up too, ready to get you back.
"Hm. Rich coming from someone like you."
The scoff sounds harsh as Dottore turns his back to the other. Although you see the devilish smirk on Zandiks lips, that are still glistening from you. His crimson eyes capturing yours. The gaze is enough to know you should keep quiet for now.
He begins to walk towards the door with you in his arms. Your heartrate increases again, this time because of the possiblity to be emberassed. Your pants and underwear still laying beside the chair.
Wait is that a tear in your pants? Dottore you-!
The sigh from the other man cuts off your train of thought, picking up your clothes and following you two.
"Oh, I know another individual that is at least 10 times worse than me.
You don't plan to show off my assistant to the whole base like this or where do you plan to run off to now?"
"Oh please, i couldn't ever be nearly as cruel as you are, Feofan. Don't you see how cold she is?" He squeezes your arm, wanting you to keep up his act.
There is a short delay before the order arrives in your brain and you nod more to yourself than him. You shiver rather obvious to get the message across.
The fake shiver makes the regrator swallow down an upcoming laugh.
"I suppose you are right. How could I not see that?"
Coming up behind you, Pantalone opens the door. After making sure noone is in the hallway right now he nods to the other man.
"Seems like your eyesight is getting worse by the day. Should I prescripe you new glasses next?"
Dottore begins to walk out of the room while carrying you and you try your best to hide yourself in his arms, the cold already biting your skin.
"By all means, feel free to do what seems mandatory. You have my full faith as my primary care physician."
Pantalones carefree manner does little to ease your nervousness.
But thank the Archons he already opens another door and the blue haired man enters with you. The only person that possibly saw you right now, was propably the guard keeping track of the surveillance cameras but as far as you know, he always sleeps on the job, so you are safe.
The sun is already gone, only the dark orange afterglow paints the clouds in the sky. You hear the door clicking shut after the banker enters the room too.
The fireplace, the centerpiece of the room, is already lit and warms up the space. This truly is more cozy than the other room, you were just in.
The rest of the interior is the same as every other break room for the higher rank Fatui members. A couch, desk, bed etc.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
The blue haired man begins to set you down and you look up to him for further orders.
He on the other hand grabs your face, tilting it to get a better look at you in the dim light. The grip on you, softer than usual.
"First signs of fatigue are visible... but you want to keep being good for us, don't you?"
The smirk on his lips, infuriating. But he is not wrong, so like the obedient underling you are, you nod.
"Good. Good." He murmurs, letting go of your face.
Merely to pluck the light blue vial from his outfit, the elixir of immortality.
Oh yeah. Now you remember, you had the order to remind Pantalone to take it after the meeting was over but is this still considered part of the previous meeting or something else?
While you question irrelevant things the doctor begins to open the vial and takes a step closer to you.
"I would prefere if you actually carry out my order accurately for once this afternoon. Don't swallow it until I say so."
Before you could say anything, he already pours the eery glowing liquid past your lips.
It's cold, fresh. It stings a little.
Is this supposed to be like this?
You do your best to keep yourself from swallowing it.
"Wasn't that supposed to be my share of the elixir?"
Pantalone comes up beside you, after he layed your clothes over a vacant chair. He puts a throw blanket over your shoulders to warm you further, just to play with the act. But his arm remains on your shoulders.
Dottore only shrugs his shoulders.
"Who knows. You didn't seem too eager to take it anyway. It was the last I had on me for today. I would argue my assistant is far more deserving of it anyway."
If your mouth was free, you would suggest, you could gather an additional vial from one of the labs or the other Segments.
You can see Pantalone rolling his eyes at the defiant male, leaning into you.
"I'm sorry you had to endure his bitchy behavior all day already. Must have been truly awful."
You had to smile, almost spilling a bit of the precious liquid.
"What? Who are you calling-"
Before he could voice his protest Pantalone steals a kiss from you. His soft lips coaxing yours to open and share the elixir with him.
"Swallow it."
The order clear and you act on it. Swallowing everything before much more could flow into his mouth.
But he doesn't break the kiss, instead he depens it. Licking up any last droplet of the elixir that remains in your mouth.
The mix of the elixir, the remains of tobacco and your own arousal is a taste you won't ever forget.
He begins to pull you closer, his hands already wandering over your sides.
Dottore, now behind you grabs your hips, pulling them into his own to get some distance between you and the banker. Despite the blanket and his clothes you can distinctly feel the bulge in his pants.
"And here I thought you were lacking discipline. But this gives me the impression you still have some left in you. Excellent."
The doctors nails dig into your bare skin while he presses soft kisses against your necks pulse points.
You don't now what accelerates your heartbeat the most. Pantalone, Dottore or just the elixir of immortality that surely woke you up just now.
The Regrator slowly breaks the kiss to give you another order.
"Be a good girl and bend down."
Their command, your wish and you bend down while the other still has a firm grip on your lower half. You hold yourself up by Pantalones hips and right infront of your face you see that his pants bulge too.
Swallowing dry and your mind already filling with all kinds of dirty thoughts you look up at him.
He gives you his usual soft knowing smile and nods. That's all it takes for you to unbotton his pants and slide them downwards.
The thick cock of one of your superiors stands right infront of your face. The smooth surface is only broken by one accentuated vein. Gently you begin to lick over it, feeling his racing pulse on your tongue.
He begins to comb through your hair with his fingers, gathering all of it in a loose fist.
In the meantime the doctor, rather impatient, already began to undress himself and grind his bare flesh against yours. Covering his length with the slick that is forming again between your legs.
You begin to take Feofans cock into your mouth. Slowly beginning to bob your head to work yourself up to take more in with every move. He begins to guide you a bit while holding your hair out of your face.
His mellow groans get accompanied by the coarse ones from the man behind you as he begins to fill you.
Dottores cock slides right in, hitting you deep inside. He takes a moment to let you get used to the new sensation.
His hands move over the pliable flesh of your ass and before you know it he takes on of the leather straps that he usually wears and strikes your globes with it.
The pain is sharp and unexpected but no less pleasurable. Your own moans get muffled by Pantalone, who begins to thrust up into your welcoming mouth.
Now the doctor, too, begins pounding into you. They both begin to increase the pace, seemingly fighting over who can fit more inside of you and who can fuck you faster.
Tears are already pricking at the edge of your eyes as the two man stretch you.
The pleasure threatens to swallow you whole any minute now.
The fist in your hair begins to guide you down his cock fully with each thrust now, while the cock stuffing your pussy attacks your sweetspot over and over again. The force of his thrusts shoving you further into the man infront of you.
Your legs begin to shake, you won't hold on much longer as you try to endure the onslaught.
With a last brutal thrust from both sides you get driven off the edge and right into your next orgasm. Both cocks stealing your breath as you suffocate and gag on them, while they pump their white elixir of love into you.
What you don't see above you, is the two man kissing. Feofan has pulled the other by his choker towards him, ending in the two bottoming out inside you at the same time.
The messy kiss only end as you drag your nails over the taut skin of the black haired mans hips.
You fight for air while your nose is pressed in the trimmed tuft above his cock.
After watching you loose a few more tears from all the stuggle, he finally pulls your head back by your hair and slips his slick length out of you.
Your lungs burn with the new air that forces its way into you. Coughing out part of his cum and your saliva that you weren't able to swallow, now dirtys both your face and his private parts.
Pantalone gently cups your cheek with one hand after letting go of your hair.
"We have to work on your gag reflex and your ability to hold your breath, my dear."
You try to excuse yourself and agree but the man behind you that slips out of you now too, begins to talk over you. Warm cum starts to drip down your legs.
"Don't behave so inhumane to my assistant."
The doctor begins to help you straighten your back against him. Whispering into your ear as he begins to smear the mixed fluids around your mouth, not to help you, just to remind you of what just happened.
"I told you already he is far more cruel than me, wouldn't you agree?"
Pantalone only sighs amused, sitting down on the bed behind him. He begins to get rid of the remainder of his clothes that got contaminated during the last act.
"I am not the one manipulation others, right now." His purple eyes finding yours. "Come here, I will help you clean up after yourself."
A bit unsure you look at Dottore, who clicks with his tongue and with a shove towards the other man he lets go of you.
You stumble towards the banker and his warm hands lead you to sit down on his lap, his still erect cock pressing against your ass while he begins to clean your face with a fresh towel from the bedside table.
He takes his time, apperently too long, because the blue haired man snatches it out of his hands and moves with more precision.
Your face now somewhat clean you feel the chuckle from the man under you.
"I'm not finished yet."
His pleasant hands move along your curves down between your legs again and you spread them to give him better access. The long slender fingers begin to dip into your heat, stirring the remaining cum inside you.
"You made such a mess, Zandik."
His smooth voice tickles against your neck as he begins to pump the other mans cum out of you using his fingers.
You are on full display for the observer and what a beautiful view you are indeed. Your little gasps get underlined by the expansion of your torso, the feeble attempt to make room for your burdened lungs. The way his partner finger fucks his own carefully planted seed out of your flushed pussy.
"You are one to talk." Dottore growls.
Already too agitated to think clearly he pushes the two of you into the matress.
That's exactly what the other planned for and before anyone can steal his spot, Pantalone thrusts into your empty pussy.
You moan directly into Zandiks face. His brows knit as he looks down, furious about the other.
You can cliterally feel the man under you grin as be begins to shallowly thrusts into you.
His cum covered fingers find their way into your mouth, making you taste the others acidic tasting cum.
While your mouth is occupied with cleaning his fingers, the banker steals you once again from the other.
Much to Dottores agony, he can only watch for now. How your tongue swirls around the other mans fingers. The obscene face you make during it.
Your hot breath hits Zandiks face as your body moves with the act. It doesn't take long before he begins to draw tight circles on your clit.
You let your head fall back, letting yourself get swept away with the next wave of pleasure that will crash down sooner than later.
The doctor monitors your face intently, waiting for the perfect oppurtunity. Just as it arrives, you being lubed up enough from your own and the other mans slick, he presses down his cock onto your pussy.
Through the movement it rubs over your clit, sending pleasure down your spine.
It happens again and again and-
He slips right into your sex, past his 'friends' cock.
The strange sound escaping your mouth stops the man under you. Being stuffed like this was new for you. The initial burn fades into even more pleasure than before, but it's harder to breath for sure.
Both cocks stuffed deep inside you. You feel Feofans velvety voice directly on your left ear, breathing heavy, not hiding his arousal.
"Oh dear, I fear if a certain someone wouldn't be so greedy this would be far more enjoyable for you."
On your right ear you feel Zandiks scoff. Pressing his cheek against your head while he kisses the shell of your ear.
"Don't listen to this ignorant brat. He doesn't even know what pleasure really means. Let me show you how much better I can make you feel."
With that he bites into the red skin and thrust forward.
You moan and since his cock slides against the other inside you, the man behind you groans.
Gradually both begin to move in tandem. At first it was Pantalones deep slow thrust against Dottores fast paced bunny thrust but after a while it changed.
While one hits you deep inside your gummy walls the other retreats. Like this they drive you into madness. Stars exploding behind your vision every other thrust.
The friction is overwhelmingly delicous and the sounds of the man above and under you let you drown in their shared lust.
Their hands grope your body at just the right spots while you hold onto and dig your nails into the arms of the man you can grab. The marks you leave on them are red and angry but so are theirs on your skin.
You never want this moment to end.
But like all things, this too shall come to an end.
You feel the overly thight coil inside you is threatening to snap any moment now and the others seem to be close as well.
Their movements get faster, more uncoordinated. But they don't miss a chance to fuck your brains out.
With their last few thrusts they pound into you at the same time. The dual stimulation too much for your weak pussy and you break under the pressure.
The waves of elysium crashes into you over and over again as they finally explode into you too.
Your eyes rolling back in pleasure as they pepper your face and neck
Their warm cum filling and finally spilling out of you. They grind into you, prolonging their own orgasm and fucking you through yours.
A bit out of breath Zandik murmurs into your ear. "Very good. I knew you had it in you."
His praise is followed by soft open mouthed kisses along the collum of your neck.
Feofan follows suit.
"You did so good. Taking both of us at the same time."
Your body still shifts with every of his breaths and he presses feathery kisses into your shoulder.
As the three of you come down from your shared high, you kiss the skin of the man infront of you in return.
Between the kisses of the two, a few bites are noticed by you, mostly Zandik covers you in love bites while Feofan kisses over the red marks shortly after.
You feel their already soft cocks sliping out of you. Followed by the gush of still hot cum and you get off of the man under you, letting him breath clearly for the first time in a while.
While Zandik was busy cleaning you and than himself up, Feofan on the other hand pulls out another cigarette. Lighting it up and taking a long drag, the smoke mixing with the stench of sex and filling the already stuffy room.
The blue haired man clicks with his tongue, already discarding of the wet rags he draggend over your body to clean up any mixed fluid on you and himself. He presses a glass of water in your hand to drink while he kills the other man with his eyes.
"Do you need to ruin our lungs too?"
The black haired man could only cuckle. His sly smile spreading over his lips.
"Of course or else you would forget about me. We can't have that, can we now?"
"Ha. Who could ever forget you? Or did you feel neglected? I figured if you have the time to smoke you have time cleaning yourself up."
Zandiks hands slide over your back, claiming you through the skincontact.
"Oh really?" Pantalone smiles a bit wider, leaning forward to you.
He plucks the cigarette from his mouth and places it between your rosy lips.
"Hold on for it for now, dear."
Your knees are already weak but now they are rendered useless. The indrect kiss is addicting or is it just the nicotine of the cigarette?
With that he leans back and smiles at Dottore.
"What about now? Am I unoccupied enough for you attention, doctor?"
Zandik only sighs and begins to clean him up too, muttering a few sumerian curses under his breath.
While he is busy, Pantalone gestures you to open a window and you nod. Placing the now empty glas on the bedside table, you begin to slowly crawl from the bed. Giving your legs time to recover as you take whoevers shirt from the ground to cover up.
Before you walk over to the window you lay two dark dressing gowns on the bed from the closet so they too, wouldn't freeze.
As soon as you open the window, the cold air crashes into you and the room your in. The fresh breeze calming you down, making you realize how tired you really are after all of this.
You take the cigarette from your mouth. Ash falls onto the hardwood floor and a yawn forces its way out of you.
A hand comes up from behind you and steals the cigarette from you. He takes a drag, relaxing as he pulls you into his warm chest.
"Thank you, my dear."
You lean back, feeling his heartbeat against your back. The freezing air and cold smoke swirls around you and you close your eyes.
"Any longer and our assistant will fall asleep standing. Quit smoking already, Feofan."
Zandiks harsh voice cuts the air, urging his friend back to bed where he is already sitting and waiting for you two to join.
"Patience, Zandik. I was just about to finish it." With a last long drag he puts the butt of the cigarette in the ashtray on the windowsill.
Woken up from the interaction, you close the window and return to bed with Feofan.
Zandik is the first to pull you flush to his chest, your head laying on his upper arm, while his hands caress your back and feel for any wounds that are noticable over the fabric. Just searching an excuse to spend some more time tomorrow with you.
His voice hoarse and quiet over your head.
"Goodnight."
Feofan is quick to push the arm of Zandik, you are laying on away from your brack and further into the matress. He lays down on it, to spoon you from the back. His own arms coming up around you. He kisses your cheek.
"Sweet dreams."
The blue haired man glares at the other.
"I won't say it twice."
"To you too, Zandik." The tranquility in Feofans voice isn't missed by either of you.
The doctor just scoffs, pulling you impossibly closer.
"Goodnight" Your last contribution to the evening.
The warm bodys around you and their calm breath inevetable lull you gently to sleep. The exhaustion taking over your system so any critical thoughts aren't even able to form, letting you drift off in peace.