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Dust slid across the ground, imprints of Aether's shoes dug deep into the surface. He quickly recovered and stood his ground. “Attacking out of nowhere isn't your style Il Dottore, just how long have you been watching and waiting to strike me?” Aether's voice boomed, his sword weighed heavily on his arm as it stuck out to protect Paimon, who'd fallen on the ground.
She yelled something about it being over for the harbinger, but Aether wasn't listening. Solely focused on the imposing figure stepping towards the two of them. If only he could read the man's face. Figure his intentions out. “Tsk tsk,” Dottore spoke out finally, shaking his head in a mocking manner, “You are smart, just not fast enough to back up your wits.” Ugh. Aether had almost forgotten how pretentious the 2nd harbinger was. His feet shuffled on the ground, no longer protecting his companion as she slowly, but surely floated back up in the air.
Aether was so focused on making sure he and Paimon were ok and on deciphering the sick look on Dottore’s face that he hardly noticed the vial that had been flicked out of the other's pocket. A swift pop sound and Dottore flung the pink liquid out of the bottle.
Aether jumped back to avoid being hit by it and Paimon squealed at the surprise entry into their battle. There actually wasn't very much of the liquid, most of it falling down and staining the ground, but the biggest factor was the smell. By the archons was this thing potent. Aether groaned and dropped his sword, pushing Paimon back out of the way.
“You play dirty now? Somehow I'm not surprised…” Aether choked out between coughs. “Stay back Paimon, we don't know what this thing is.” His gaze switched rapidly back and forth between his panicked traveling partner and the manic harbinger in front of them.
Dottore simply laughed at the sight as the two panicked. Aether coughed some more and Paimon made little worried whines, but didn't get any closer. Not that Aether would let her get any closer not wanting her to be affected by whatever this mysterious liquid is.
“Oh no, you poor thing. It must hurt not being able to help your friend.” Dottore's voice laced with faux sympathy. His hands placed together as if he was so confident in this fight already being over. Aether continued to cough into his hand while trying to convince himself to keep an eye on Dottore. His brows creased as his head ran through different scenarios of what this substance could possibly be. A warm, fuzzy feeling began to grow in his head, and it felt as if something clouded his judgment. Like it was eating at his thoughts.
Aether stumbled some and coughed more. “Paimon, get out of here! I don't want you caught up in this.” He nearly shouted at her, he'd feel sorry about it later when his head was clear. “Get out of here now, run!” She looked around as if searching for something to help but to no avail.
“Oh how sweet of you. How considerate.” Dottore laughed. “You clearly care so much about her, you'd even throw your own life away.” He was tempted to clap and sniffle like he was truly moved by it all but he didn't, simply crossing his arms and smiling down as Aether's knees buckled under him.
Without any other options Paimon sped off, flying somewhere into oblivion. Who knew, and honestly who cared. Dottore waited till she was out of sight before pulling anything else. Watching her small frame shrink further and further down the landscape.
“Oh you're so eager aren't you? So pathetic.” Dottore crouched down to Aether's level and wrapped a gloved hand around his cheeks. “Though I must say, you did put on quite the show for me.”
Aether just groaned in response, fixing his position to one that's more comfortable. “Ugh my knees hurt.” Though despite his complaints Aether still leaned into the cold touch surrounding his face. “Oh I'm sure, you were very dedicated to the act. You were so willing to humiliate yourself for me.” Dottore's hand moved from his jaw to Aether's hair. Ruffling the strands around his forehead whilst he mocked him.
Aether hummed and shuffled around, sitting now with his legs crossed. Much more comfortable even though his knees were probably scuffed from the fall earlier. “What even was the thing you threw out back there?” His voice softer now, though still hoarse from his shouting earlier.
Dottore shook his head slightly as he spoke, continuing to play with the others' hair. “It wasn't anything harmful. A hefty enough perfume to overload the senses for a moment.” He pauses for a second, “Nothing more than a scare factor really.” The fingers running through Aether's hair eased his mind despite the chill from the glove. And despite the owner of the hand being the 2nd Fatui Harbinger himself. “Hm..” Aether hummed faintly.
Once more Dottore almost laughed at the sight. He was definitely pathetic looking, hunched on the ground with his hair all ruffled and a sort of hazy look in his eyes. “You truly are eager. So much so in fact, that you couldn't even wait until our next meeting.” Aether groaned as the embarrassment sunk in. “You just couldn't wait to have my cock fill you again. Oh you poor thing.” In a swift motion Dottore's hand reached to the back of Aether's head and gripped the base of his scalp.
Aether whined at the harshness and fluttered his eyes closed. “It only reminds me more that you're simply not built for this. All this hard work, all these decisions, it's just too much for your little brain. How cute.” Though his words sounded comforting there was undeniable mockery laced beneath his tone.
Aether whined again, a blush creeping up his face. If he wasn't already embarrassed he definitely was now. It was all so overwhelming, as Dottore said. The grip on his hair, the heat in his stomach, the humiliation. The tightening in his boxers. He panted. A miserable sound. “Please… I want you. Touch me…” Aether begged now, putting his mouth to good use before all thoughts were wiped away by his own lust. Dottore's grip released and went back to idly playing with his hair.
It’s disturbing just how quickly Aether fell. Just a few months ago he'd entered Sumeru and sought out to save the nation just as he's done for every other country he's visited. But meeting the 2nd harbinger has changed his life so much. He'd almost call it corruption with how quickly it spread. Aether grew tired of going back and forth, and back and forth to help people. Maybe Dottore was right, it was all too much for his little brain, maybe this was his place.
“I'm so desperate… please. Touch me…” He switched from merely begging to degrading himself. It brought a smile to Dottore's lips. “How far you've fallen, dear traveler. Don't worry, you won't have to pretend to be strong for much longer.” Dottore removed his hand from Aether's blonde locks and stood from the ground.
“Go on, get up. Unless you want the world to hear how pathetic you are.” Dottore threatened even if he didn't mean it at the moment, he wasn't above voyeurism. Especially if it meant Aether got shamed during the process. Dottore was a cruel, sadistic man and it just so happened that Aether had a masochistic, messy side of him that just needed to be unlocked.
Aether followed the others direction and began to pull himself off the ground. It took a minute as his legs still ached from his falling stunt before. As soon as he was back on his feet, Aether noticed Dottore was already on the move. Heading towards the small building just down the hill.
For a while Aether and Dottore had themselves an arrangement. They'd meet every other week or so and ‘fight’ as Aether's excuse would hint to. Though the more often it happened, the more depraved he got. The building was simple, it was merely a pit stop for Dottore, with an operation table in case of emergency and basic medical kits. Aether practically stumbled into the place behind Dottore, landing on the edge of the table. Propping himself up with his elbows.
Currently Aether still had enough wits about him to feel the debilitating embarrassment of the fact he was doing this, and he wanted that to change. Really it was the only reason he was here. Lifting an arm up he shuffles his trousers down to his knees. He panted and kept his eyes locked onto Dottore. “Can… can you touch me now..” His voice was soft and low, and it echoed faintly against the cold walls. Dottore slipped his mask off to finally get a look at the mess in front of him. His piercing eyes trailed down the other's body.
“Hm, you have presented yourself to me so well. I'm sure it's been tough for you to keep yourself so composed.” He couldn't help his gaze from lingering down to the prominent shadow cast down on Aether’s boxers. How could he not? Besides Dottore was awfully proud of his work, he’s managed to unlock a deep part of Aether that only he can see.
“Mhm…” The small hum is the only response Aether gives him, hand resting idly on his waistband. Waiting so, so patiently for the go ahead. “Well then, why don't you lean back. It’s high time I help shut that brain of yours off.” Dottore taunts, looking down at Aether as he approaches. Dropping his hand down by Aether’s and moving it down. The fabric slacking and creasing down as it rests on his fallen trousers.
He continues to slink down to the base of Aether's cock. Listening to the other shudder, Dottore slowly jerks his hand up and down while leaning his head down between Aether's neck. Humming as his lips pressed against the shorter’s tanned skin, kissing gently. An act of faux kindness. Sliding his gloved hand teasingly as Aether's hips twitched. Soft groans and mumbles escaping from his throat. The pleading continued in soft gasps between breaths, it was oh so intoxicating for Dottore.
As if on cue, Aether let out a loud groan feeling overwhelmed by the repeated sensation of Dottore's fingers working him masterfully. A short burst of energy flowed through him and his hips jerked forward, further into the other’s hand. “Oh, how sweet.” Dottore teased. Letting the hand slow down until it's reached a total stop and Aether almost whimpered at the loss of friction. “You poor thing, so disappointed.” Dottore only teased him more, clicking his tongue in disapproval.
“Please…” As if that was the only thing Aether was capable of saying at the moment. He was so frustrated at losing the only thing providing him friction. And so, so close to his orgasm too. Dottore hummed as if he was thinking as his hand retracted back towards his body. “Please what? You have to be more specific with me, ‘oh mighty Traveler.” He feels a laugh bubble in his throat but isn't released. Mocking the poor man will be enough for now, saving the laughing for when he's totally, completely ruined.
“Urgh…” Aether merely mumbles. “You know what I mean. Please… just let me cum.” He felt like he wanted to hide in shame, which meant things needed to speed up. He didn't want to think about how he felt right now. Only wanted to let his thoughts wash over and feel.
Once again Dottore suppressed a laugh while pulling his now ruined glove off. “Now, now be patient. You really think I'd let you release with just my hand?” Dottore walks away as Aether sulks, leaving him high and dry. “Sit yourself on my table, and make sure to present yourself nice and pretty.” The taller man instructs while across the room. Shuffling off his lab coat and setting it on the rack so politely, as if he wasn't going to ruin the man behind him.
Aether listened obediently and pulled himself up to the cold table. Unsure of what Dottore meant by ‘presenting himself’, he simply sat on his knees with his hand between his spread legs. Hoping it was enough for the other while ignoring the painfully hard erection hanging between his thighs.
Dottore was quickly back to Aether's side, wasting no time as he shifted the operation table downwards. The gears of the table squeaked as it was lowered as far as it could go. Aether's shoulders now met Dottore's hips. Oh . Now it all clicked in Aether's little head. “Hm, how cute. Your face is all flushed.” Aether heard Dottore's voice above him, that same taunting ring in his tone. Dottore was oh so amused by Aether's almost automatic reaction, his eyes widened slightly at the realization.
A hand quickly ran through Aether's golden hair before being brought to the clasp of Dottore's trousers in front of him. The soft act of false comfort continued despite the almost total lack of love between the two. Letting his eyes focus back in place, Aether noticed that Dottore had fully slid down his pants. Faced with the protrusion up just below his chin. And without further instruction his lips parted just barely, looking up to Dottore for permission, a hand slinked up to the taller’s boxers.
“Eager are we? Very well, you may take them off.” Dottore pretended to have to think about it, even though it would end with him getting off anyway it would've started. “And if you're good enough, I'll let you have an orgasm.” He continues as Aether idly pulls the fabric down Dottore's scarred legs. Pulling his head forward to press his lips against the pale cock before him.
Aether moved his other hand up to caress the base of Dottore's dick while his other hand was still occupied by holding the fabric of his boxers down. Letting his lips spread further as Aether pushed his head down, earning a soft hum from Dottore's throat. Aether continued to work his hand up and down slowly until was it met by his own lips, removing the hand and licking a stripe down the paler man's cock. Leisurely licking then pulling up and wrapping his mouth around the girth entirely. Going further until Aether felt his nose hit Dottore's pelvis.
Aether felt a groan leave him as he felt the cock hit the back of his throat. The moment of bliss was short lived as a hand snuck back behind his head and grabbed the base of his braid. Dottore's voice came out smoothly above him, as if he wasn't being pleasured at the moment. “Very good… how about that reward now, hm?” That made Aether's interest peak. “Wrap your free hand around your pretty little dick while you get me off.” Aether whined, a measly reward in his eyes, but he didn't have much time to think as his head was pulled up then swiftly back down.
He gagged for a moment and his hand twitched with his grip on the taller's leg. Something about the roughness fogged Aether's head and suddenly that so-called reward sounded amazing. At least the prospect of being able to cum. Muffled moans reverberated against Dottore's cock as Aether's mouth was treated like a tool all while a hand sunk down to Aether's own cock. His grip wasn't at all stable but that didn't matter to Aether, it only mattered that the hot, strained feeling was beginning to build up again in his core.
It was all so much and soon that familiar fuzzy feeling that Aether chased began to accumulate in his head. Dottore continued to drag Aether's head up and down on his cock, occasionally pausing to let him breathe when his lips hit the base. Compared to Aether, Dottore was rather silent. Letting only a few groans slip as he neared his own orgasm.
Aether's brows furrowed and his hips jerked into his hand, moaning onto the cock stuffing his mouth. Spurts of semen painted his fingers and the metal table and, as if on time, Dottore pushed his head as far it could go. Aether heard a long, drawn out moan as he felt warm liquid fill his mouth and flow down his throat. Wanting to move back to breathe for a second, Aether tried to pull back against the others grip however it only made Dottore chuckle.
“Ah ah, stay there for a moment. I want to relish in your pathetic mess.” Dottore taunted, smiling down at Aether. He released his grip from the other hair, letting it fall down to his back. After another couple of minutes, Dottore finally let Aether release his mouth. His mouth in an open smile like he was enjoying his work. The sight was truly erotic, Aether's hair stuck to his forehead from sweat and he had beads of Dottore's cum spread across his lips.
There was a beauty to it, Dottore thought, something so beautiful about humiliating the infamous Traveler. Destroying him for anyone else.
There was a moment of silence between them, mostly filled with Dottore admiring the filth he'd made of Aether. “Hah… hah…” Aether panted. “so… mushy. Hah…” He was probably talking about how his head felt. The rush of his own orgasm matching with Dottore's, and the general rush he felt from the comments made towards him. It felt nice, being able to just be used once more, instead of having to be the one who saves everyone all the time. His head felt fuzzy and soft as he came down from his high. Just as he wanted coming into this.
Next thing Aether noticed was the lack of Dottore's presence by his side, notably he was back over on the other side of the small room. His eyelids drooped trying to watch Dottore move around. “Be grateful I've stuck around to clean you. Poor thing, you've exerted yourself so much.” Dottore mocked him for a final time as he reproached with a damp towel. “I'll clean your little mess then take my leave.”
He lays Aether down on his back, made very easy by Aether's pliable state, and runs the towel down his thighs. Whatever water Dottore damped the towel with was warm making it all too tempting to fall asleep. “Mhm… sleepy…” Aether mumbled and fluttered his eyes closed. Vaguely hearing Dottore mention letting Aether fall asleep and leaving him there alone. It made sense, maybe? It was difficult to tell due to his hazy brain, but they usually left separately because it would be scandalous if they were caught leaving together. Aether nodded or tried to, eliciting another chuckle from Dottore.
That was all Aether hears before drifting off into a blissful sleep.