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It has been a long day, Pantalone realized when his mind drifted to the Segment that was currently busy packing up the dirty used tools, ready to be thrown away. The 45 years old Segment always loved caging his body in that Fatui coat.
Pantalone knew his brain was fried when he imagined himself stripping him, craving himself into his hole until the Segment had rewritten the code behind his existence: to house the Regrator’s cock.
Feofan's sick mind had imagined 45 in more than one compromising position, because he was the Segment that more resembled Zandik when he “fell” for him.
And Zandik was the most delicious and poisonous flower of them all. His toxic poison had taken into his blood, suffocating him. A horrible mind and an even more horrible mind. A match made in heaven…or hell.
Pantalone lips curved into a creepy smile. What a wonderful man Zandik was. Leaving his Segments out for the taking. His lust was, of course, only for the adult ones. Little 8 gave him something he heard someone call “cuteness aggression”.
The banker sighed. His yearning to be buried in Zandik or 45’s warmth was the signal that he had spent too much time on paperwork. Better stop before he could do something… that nobody will regret, probably.
***
“I did not steal your package, I am the one who delivered it!" The young woman looked like a doll, accompanied by a giant robot acting as her butler. The Marionette, standing in all her fury. That small body could contain a high amount of anger after all.
"I did not mean to insinuate anything, I was just confused.” Pantalone was a gentleman at core. Of course, he would step on any woman or man in the name of his final ambition, but he still cared to pose as that. Meaning that the distress of a lady was a serious business. A little roleplay of his, because he knew she couldn't stand him.
In short, he enjoyed the thought of annoying her while posing as a gentleman.
“Well, I delivered the package. Meaning I placed it in front of your office’s door." She shrugged. That discussion was born because Pantalone ordered a certain something from Fontaine through Sandrone… but he never received the package.
"I see…”
"About finding my new project…"
“Leave everything on my desk, my lady. I shall read everything tomorrow." Pantalone smiled, already basking in her annoyance. Sandrone is kinda what he imagined young Zandik to be if he had a more normal life. Just a curious engineer, a scientist. Maybe he would have just one clone to help him, like a butler.
"Pulonia, let's get back to our office.” She snapped and the giant robot gently lifted them up, carrying her outside. Pantalone never dropped his smile, sighing.
***
The sound of the pit-patter of the rain was as relaxing as ever. Bad weather, however, meant that Zandik would feel more pain at his joints and be less prone to accompanying Pantalone for a walk around the palace. Rain was already a wild concept in Snezhnaya, to be fair.
Pantalone had kissed the man on his forehead before leaving him to his trinkets. He knew that Zandik self-loathing was getting worse, to the point where it was getting to his segments. That meant that every affectionate gesture was seen as some kind of bother. Regrator knew they were hardly the typical couple to begin with, but couldn't he be allowed to still want to share a bed with his partner?
They hated and loved each other to the point of reciprocal destruction. This is why Zandik whored out all of his adult segments, even filling Pantalone's cups of tea with drugs so he could be ready to take them. He did that until he shaped Regrator to be a pervert. Only the Omega segment was even a worse freak than him, willing to drug himself and the Ninth Harbinger to have loud sex while on 45 the duty to keep 8 away from the lab.
He shook his head, tired. He placed his hand on the doorknob of his private room, in the only night where he allowed himself to sleep in the Palace. Something was… very wrong.
What was that day even about? His mind was at loss of words when he realized that his office's door was unlocked.
The intruder had no business being that messy. Ripped paper on the floor revealed that his Fontanian package somehow teleported itself there. He calmly - maybe too calmly - removed his coat and shoes before walking toward the bedroom. The door was slightly open, but he could see that the intruder left the lights on.
Pantalone gulped, slowly opening the door, his eyes landing on the bed where someone was lying as if it belonged to him.
Breath almost choked him at the sight.
The young-looking daring rascal was wearing a white satin linen corset top with lace mesh with a flowery pattern on the cups and sides.
The Segment was peacefully moving his legs, pretending to be alone. The stockings were of white satin as well, topped with lace and kept up thanks to a garter belt.
White too where the laced full brief panties, everything wrapped perfectly like a gift.
“18…” He cleared his throat and the Segment simply stilled. The young man looked at him, his face painted with a shade of pink. Pantalone approached his bed and the Segment placed a foot against his chest once the Harbinger was close enough to allow such a thing.
"Good evening, my lord.” 18’s voice didn't tremble, but his face was gaining more color. Maybe he wasn't truly that ready for the act. "Lord Harbinger, I mean.”
Pantalone's mouth opened and closed as if he was a stupid fish out of the water.
“You should go back to your room." Pantalone hated himself for placing a hand on the Segment's ankle, massaging it slowly. “You're way too young-looking for this kind of game."
The Eighteen segment was like a chrysalid still in time. Cursed to never reach the refinement that Zandik went through post expulsion from the Akademiya. He was still in that moment, fated to never know a true, final Evolution.
And for that, Zandik was really cruel.
"I am an adult. I am an adult of many years old.” He stated, which was the truth. Even if it is an unfair one. 18 years old were still for the boys, after all.
Pantalone's fingers caressed the fabric of the stockings, thinking about the best way to reject such a beautiful flower.
Curse that Archon from the Land of contracts, he could only dream to create such a jewel. Curse his name, even. Every name of the Seventh, even, aside from the one of their Queen.
Or maybe, curse his own goddess too, because he couldn't stop his eyes from staring at those bony hips and the prize between those legs.
“I need you to be a good boy and go back to 65." Pantalone tried again.
The young looking segment simply closed his eyes, lifting himself up to a sitting position after getting his leg back.
Yes, of course he would be a good–
His hands grabbed Pantalone’s wrist, pushing him down. Despite being a distant imitation of a teenager, despite being Zandik… 18 was still a little shy. His movements were slow and funny as he settled on Regrator, straddling him. He pushed himself up, until he almost sat on Pantalone's chest.
The Ninth’s purple eyes darkened at the sight. There was a tent on those white panties, a body warm and eager for touch.
“This set wouldn't fit the others anyway." He gulped as he said so. “Why did you purchase such a tight fit?" Eighteen looked down at him. “Is there someone else… Aside from us? Like that woman with the white mask.”
Oh, that ripped a chuckle out of Pantalone.
Eighteen pouted. Yet such a question felt so out of characters. Was the Segment simply following a script? Interesting…
“Is this another experiment of his?" Pantalone sighed. Yet, at that point, his hands were already back on those legs.
Eighteen shook his head. "No… this experiment is mine.” His lips were trembling now. The sight was a spectacle. The Regrator pulled at the elastic of the garter belt, watching it slap back into place.
Blood rushed down his cock, making his pants feel tight.
“Please, I am not asking for money." That sweet mouth talked again. That was already surprising, when money was always the main talk inside that lap. "Don't you feel seduced?”
The question was asked honestly. His poor, forever still chrysalid. His beautiful Zandik.
Regrator hummed. “I am very seduced, darling." He gripped those thighs again. He should punish him, spank him once his butt turns red under his hits.
Yet he restrained that instinct, because he would never not save such an act for the older segments.
***
He sealed the Segment’s lips with a passionate kiss. Arms wrapped around his body, closing his eyes as he felt his tongue seeking the other’s. It was a wet and warm affair and the young looking clone was left breathless.
Feofan pushed his nose between the satin, sniffing at the fabric like an animal in heat. He felt the Segment’s hands on his hair as he sank lower with his face. He peppered the legs with kisses over the stockings, kissing at 18’s feet briefly, before licking and marking the tender skin.
He turned the Segment on his belly, watching the way those panties hugged his body. He moved the piece of fabric that covered his ass, spreading his cheeks to uncover the hole.
It was time to feast and so he did, lowering himself until he was able to comfortably sink his tongue inside that entrance.
“Ah!" The Segment jumped. “That's…"
“Weird?"
“No, it's… not very sanitary…" The Segment whispered when Regrator dedicated himself to lick at it. Unbothered, despite finding it funny that Rimming was the one thing that always concerned the Doctor. “Are you listenn–nh…”
"Shush, doll.” Regrator let some of his saliva dribble between those cheeks, but that wasn't going to do as lubrication. "Just think about singing for me.”
Pantalone licked his own lips. He swirled his tongue around the puckered entrance, sinking his tongue as deep as he was allowed, ignoring anything else. The body under him was shaking, trying to get away from him after a while, begging for him to stop and give him more.
"Regrator… pl-please… No mo–oh, ohhh nnnh…"
Once the Ninth was sated, the Segment was shaking. His cock was left without attention, the red tip poking out from the white lace.
Cute.
Regrator’s hand teased at the length, touching hit over the fabric until the Segment suddenly closed his legs, feeling oh so much oh so soon.
“Let's try this position. Lay here." The Ninth Harbinger moved at the corner of the bed, dragging the Segment with him. He pushed him back to lay on the bed, before unzipping his pants and placing his cock over his face.
The Segment opened his mouth, was it that obvious that it wasn't the first time? Regrator praised him, sighing at the kitten licks to his wet tip. The clone mouthed at one side of the length, that position wasn't going to allow him to push much inside.
It just pleased the Regrator, seeing him lap and suck at what he could take. He used his hands to stroke the banker, he moaned because he wanted more.
"I am very sorry, dearest.”
And with that, he gripped the Segment’s hair, making him arch up and finally sinking his cock inside that cavern.
18 choked, gripping the sheets as Pantalone thrusting inside, gently at first, but not as merciful as he kept going. He kept the Segment in that position, moving in and out that sweet mouth. 18’s eyes were filled with tears as he took it all with choked noises. Inside that sinful cavern, Pantalone could dangerously lose himself. He gave the Segment a moment to recover, because he was a generous master.
“Your mouth feels so good, darling…”
The Segment’s face was a mixture of tears, drool and snout. It was beautiful, ruined for him, ready for the taking. Pantalone felt a familiar knot in his groin, in the end pulling out before he painted the boy’s face white. He really wanted to, of course, but it was for another moment.
Eighteen coughed, massaging his throat and looking at him. He pulled himself back up, on his knees, grabbing Pantalone’s waist with a certain, unexpected strength.
“Please, finish on my mouth.” The little minx begged, bringing a hand to touch Regrator’s cock.
“Not now, darling. Inside you will be more beautiful, don’t you agree?” Pantalone felt dirty sleeping with such a young-looking face, but such a shameful sensation was fuel for his desires.
The Segment was as stubborn as his Creator, trying to get what he wanted until Pantalone grabbed his face in an iron grip.
“Don’t be difficult, sweetheart. You’ve been good, so good for me. Don’t ruin it.” He asked, looking into those lightless red eyes.
“I wanna make demands, Regrator. I want to ask, aim to please, please you…” The Segment closed his eyes, pleasure and torment flagging his artificial core. “I want to ask things like they do. But you never make it easy for them, I want it easy.”
Pantalone gasped, such audacity…
“I was made to make demands.” He repeated, his hands now reaching for the Regrator’s glasses. “But I don’t know when to stop.”
“Oh, darling…” Pantalone let him go, smiling to himself. “You win, this time.”
The Segment’s eyes gained light for one second, his eagerness to please but his torment to always live on the bridge of not knowing what he truly wanted. That tragic stillness was out of the bedroom now.
Pantalone stroked himself, gasping as he felt the knot of heat and pleasure beg to be released. He couldn’t help the groan that escaped his mouth, the climax hitting him like one of those big Snezhnayan trains, more intense than he expected. White streaks of cum splattered on that face, landing on his lips and his hair. The segment gathered it with his fingers, licking everything before Regrator could gather a damp cloth from his personal bathroom.
The whole image was dirty, he was like a cat cleaning its paws. He hoped Tsaritsa could forgive the amount of depraved images that surfed his twisted mind. Oil was recovered from the usual drawer because yes, he had such an item there.
Pantalone quickly discarded his pants, pulling the Segment in for a kiss, tasting himself and not minding it, for once. He still grimaced, because it was still him, but didn’t complain at all.
“I’m going to make you come as many times as the number of Zandiks alive.” He promised, as serious as the day he promised to hate the gods. The reaction on the young clone’s face was instant, gulping as he probably imagined that playing in his mind.
Dottore - he finally decided to stop addressing him as ‘the segment’ - moved to take the panties off, but Pantalone stopped him. He didn’t explain himself, simply pulling him on his lap.
He uncapped the oil, scented like silk flowers, gathering all that was left of the bottle and dragging his hand to his prize. Oh, Dottore started to moan and whimper right against his ear, hugging his neck tightly as the Ninth’s fingers explored his insides. Tender walls trapped his digits, sweet noises leaving that dirty mouth.
“R-Regrator, your fingers are…” Dottore gripped at his shirt, his hips shaking, his cock begging for any form of attention. Pantalone decided to have mercy, using his free hand to finally stroke him. Dottore’s body was shaken to the core, trembling in that clumsy embrace, his hips begging for more.
“Yes, darling.” Pantalone whispered, his cock already beginning to stir again. “Let me hear you.”
The third finger slipped in, a pleasured hum leaving Dottore’s mouth. It was finally all pleasure now that he was used to it. Not that it was his first time, but it was still such a rare occasion.
“You can use my name, doll.” He whispered, he could feel that Dottore was close. “Come for me, dear.”
It was a slow build up and it was beautiful to witness, Dottore’s eyes rolled up as he finally released and painted Pantalone’s hand. The eighteen Segment’s legs were so shaky again, but he was there to hold him.
He allowed him brief respite, before turning him on his stomach, following behind. All he needed was to move that piece of fabric and he could fuck him with his panties on.
Despite everything, the Doctor was still a little nervous. Pantalone massaged his hips, before slowly slipping himself inside. The sensation of those tight walls embracing his cock sent shivers running down his back, he closed his eyes. In that moment he realized that he was still wearing his glasses and the lenses fogged up for the sweat.
He couldn’t be bothered, so he moved his hips, sinking inside that body entirely.
“Feofan!” The Doctor moaned and that was like music for his ears. The Ninth started to move his hips, chasing to hit that point that Zandik deemed necessary to add to his clones.
“There… I like it there…” The Segment moaned when the man behind him started to hit his prostate. He gave him some mercy, feeling how the other clenched even tighter on his cock. The obscene sound of their coupling was filling the room and Pantalone was already dangerously close.
He gripped Zandik’s hips tighter, stopping himself. Before the Segment could question him, he gripped the base of his own cock with his hand.
“It’s alright, darling.” The black shirt stuck to his sweaty body, some droplets of sweat landing on the young man under him.
He resumed his movements, feeling how Zandik sang so beautifully on his cock. Zandik, the Doctor, the Segment… he wanted to ruin him. He saw how he reached between his legs, seeking his own pleasure. Pantalone allowed him, thrusting into that tight embrace faster, until another orgasm was taken from the segment.
“Ah, Feofa–ahh, ah, F-F-Feoff–ah, fu– uh!” The Doctor slapped two hands over his mouth as the pounding in his ass didn’t relent. Pantalone didn’t even need to correct him, because he was already gripping the sheets a second after. “T-Too much, Feo– so big, uhhh, so deep, I can’t cum anymore…”
“Silly, of course you can.”
He grabbed Dottore’s cock again, pumping it slowly as he was beyond saving himself. “Your hole is so greedy darling…” He panted, kissing his back. “It’s only for you tonight, no need to clench so hard…” He groaned as the Segment did it again.
Their climax came at the same time and Pantalone saw stars again, not realizing how hard he was holding Dottore’s hip. It was going to bruise.
The Ninth pulled out slowly, staring at the cum dripping from the puffed entrance. He saw it clenching around nothing and he was tempted to shove his fingers back to not allow it to go to waste.
“Come here, dearest.” He grabbed one of those thin arms, wrapping his arms around that body, so beautifully wrapped in white for him.
“Uuh…uh…” Dottore was trying to catch some breath as well and Pantalone allowed him. He was being so merciful…
And the night was still young.
***
18 had not much strength left on his legs, but he was trying his best to ride Pantalone’s cock and that needed to be praised. He was still not allowed to take any of his clothing off, his cock still slotted between a piece of clothing and meat. The Segment’s eyes were closed as he moved his hips, fingernails digging on Pantalone’s shoulders.
“Beautiful…” He whispered. The segment moaned, impaling himself on the whole length, his walls wrapping around his cock beautifully. It must have been very sensitive, because the Segment was suddenly so loud, wet noises leaving his throat.
“So big,.. you’re so big.” Tears ran down that pretty face. “I can’t… I’m going to cum again– Feo–”
Pantalone was amused, even if the Segment’s movements were getting slower and slower. He stroked him through another orgasm, this one coming out with a loud scream. The segment was now trying not to sob, shoulders shaking as he cried silently.
Again, so beautiful. The sight turned him on to no end, his cock twitching inside him. He grabbed him by his hips, starting to fuck into him despite the sorry state. He should have been a better partner and asked if he could take more but… he wasn’t a good man, neither a good partner. He chased after his own release and the Segment didn’t beg for him to stop, despite how hard he was now crying.
“Feofan, please, please… pleaseplease…” He sobbed between pleads and he was so gorgeous in his desperation.
“Oh poor thing… Don't worry, I am here. I’ve got you.” He reassured him, fucking into him slowly now but never stopping.
He was sadly, any sane man’s nightmare, wasn’t he? There was only one man in the whole world able to stand him. One man and his clones, maybe.
“Feofan, I–”
Pantalone placed one finger on his mouth. “Enough, dearest. All I need to hear are your screams.”
And what he promised he delivered, as more tears awaken even darker parts of his being. As he sank and promised to devour, as he fucked into that shaking body until he finally, finally decided to have mercy again.
For the moment.
***
“I can’t cum anymore, Feofan– please–” The Segment was trying to drag himself out of his grasp. It was understandable and Pantalone was patient.
“Oh darling, but you can, you know that, right?”
He ripped five orgasms from that body and he promised six, after all.
The Segment shook his head.
“Trust me, you can take even more.”
Dottore doubted his words, he was feeling vulnerable in that moment, shaken to the core.
“You can hump against me, ride my thigh.” He ordered, softly even.
It was not a shock when that trembled body moved himself to obey. “Did you like it, Feofan?”
“All of this? Of course. I’ve liked it very much, Doctor.” He pulled him closer for a kiss, hands back on his hips to help him finish another last time.
“It hurts, it hurts so bad–” He complained, never stopping. “Hurts…”
“You’re almost there, doll, look at you… So perfect for me.” Pantalone kept praising him, kept going until one last pitiful orgasm was ripped from that Segment’s, one that had no cum left, just a ridiculous squirt.
“There you go…” Pantalone finally held him close, deciding that his own last orgasm could wait. “Good boy, my good boy.”
Tears poured to no end, but the Doctor dried them off, his body still wrapped in that precious lingerie, now partially ruined.
“You are so good to me…”
***
Gentle hands caressed a tired, sore body. Eighteen was finally allowed to fully undress, ready for a bath that he had no strength to take by himself. Pantalone took good care of him, wrapped him in a cleaned towel, getting rid of the dirty sheets.
“How are you feeling?” Pantalone asked the segment and 18 simply hummed, now that finally they were both naked and in each other’s embrace… it was all better.
“Good boy… Zandik.”
***
“Feofan…”
“Yes?”
“Are you going to tell me to whom you wished to send that package?”
“No, darling, go back to sleep.”