Book of One-Sh!ts

[Dottore x Pantalone] What if I ask for you?

Pantalone didn't move from his throne. Instead, he rested his hand on his chin against the armrest. He stared down at the masked man bound by the guard's chains. 

"Well?" he said. 

"This man is a spy, Your Majesty," a guard insisted. 

"A spy wouldn't look at me with such contempt." 

"Hah," he spat at Pantalone's feet and the guard kicked him, knocking the mask off his face to reveal the hideous scar over his eyes. These eyes were glossed over, likely blind or with limited vision, Pantalone didn't care which. 

"Take him to the inner chambers and clean him up," Pantalone waved his hand. 

"Your Majesty, you don't mean..." 

"I didn't realize I had to explain myself to you." 

...

Pantalone eyed the room but it was empty. Unusual, they should've finished cleaning the man already. He stepped toward the balcony, noticing the door was open slightly. 

"What is this?" Pantalone stared down at the makeshift grappling hook. It hadn't been long since the guy had tried his escape. He was still on the end of the rope. Pantalone grabbed it, pulling him up with one fell swoop and wrapping his arm around his waist. He stared into Dottore's glossy eyes. 

"Leaving so soon?" 

He gritted his pointy teeth. "You're even more hideous up close," he swatted Pantalone's hands away and walked back into the room. 

"You can tell what I look like with eyes like that?" Pantalone held his chin, staring at the man. 

"Ah, this," he reached up to touch his scar, "my eyes are red, Your Majesty," he seethed. "Surely someone as high and mighty as yourself understands what that means." 

"Are your eyes not injured? How do you get them to look like that?" Pantalone reached out to touch him but he stepped back. 

"Don't touch me!" 

"That thing earlier, that you used to hang from the balcony, what was that?" 

"A grappling hook?" 

"And your eyes?" 

"Contacts?" 

Pantalone tilted his head, holding his chin again. "Quite intriguing. What other things have you made?" 

"I...what?" 

"What is your name?"

"Dottore," he muttered. 

"Well, Dottore, are you willing to work for me?" he smiled, purely business oriented. 

"Are you serious?"

"I never lie when it comes to profit," Pantalone chuckled. "You'll be listed as a concubine as far as anyone else is concerned but I will fund your inventions," he placed his hand over his chest. "Tell me what it is you need and what you'd like in return." 

"What if I ask for you?" Dottore scoffed. 

"Me?" Pantalone blinked. "I thought you had no interest in me," he stepped forward, smirking. "Would you care for payment in advance?" Pantalone reached out and moved his hand under Dottore's robes, pulling his sleeve down over his shoulder. Dottore shivered. 

"I wasn't being serious," Dottore stepped back, running into the wall. 

"But I was," Pantalone continued his business-oriented smile. "I find you quite attractive, Dottore," he slid his hand up to Dottore's cheek. As a money maker. 

"Fine then," Dottore grabbed Pantalone's wrist and twirled them around. He pressed him up against the wall and slid his knee in between his legs. 

"Oh?" Pantalone shifted his weight but his crotch kept rubbing against Dottore's knee. His clothing was stripped off of him, falling to the ground. He rested his arms on Dottore's shoulders, loosely intertwining his fingers behind Dottore's head. Dottore kissed his neck, before biting down. Pantalone winced. His teeth were too sharp. 

Dottore twirled Pantalone around, pressing his face up against the wall and sticking his ass out. He held his arm firmly. 

"Is there really a need to be rough?" Pantalone asked. 

"Yes." 

"And why is that?" 

Dottore leaned close, whispering by Pantalone's ear. "Because otherwise, I feel as if I have lost." 

...

Pantalone's body was covered in bleeding bites by now. He groaned with his face still pressed against the wall. Dottore held his arms in one hand, pressed against his back, as he rolled his hips and thrust. 

"Is His Majesty going to fall to his knees?" Dottore sneered, watching Pantalone's knees buckle. 

"In your dreams," Pantalone replied between breaths. 

"I hate you." 

"I'm sure. Is that why you're hard inside me?" 

"Absolutely," he growled, about to pull out. Pantalone used his strength to fight Dottore's grip on his arms and grabbed his hips behind him, pushing him back inside. 

"I wouldn't want you saying I didn't pay you in full," Pantalone glanced behind him, as Dottore came in his ass. 

"I hate you," he sneered, pulling his dick out to watch the cum slide down Pantalone's leg. "I hate you, but I have nowhere else to go," he ran his hand through his hair and sat down on the bed. 

"Is that so?" Pantalone walked over to him, sitting down to straddle his legs. He grabbed his dick, guiding it back inside his ass. "Then I can monopolize you without worry." 

"What are you-" 

"Shhhh," Pantalone placed his finger on Dottore's mouth, pushing him against the bed. His hand rested on his chest as he arched his back to get more comfortable on Dottore's dick. "You had your fun, it's my turn now, sweetie." 

And at that moment, Dottore felt as if he understood why Pantalone earned his right to the throne.