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I drop my cigarette in the cold Snezhnayan snow before I entered the lab, I wasn't up to hearing the nagging concerning my smoking habits once more, especially from 65. I open the door and close it firmly behind me, walking through the maze of halls until I head down the stairs, seeing each and every segments eyes turn towards me. I had to admit, it was quite nice being the center of their attention. 18 had a scowl on his face, he must've been handed paperwork duty. He was so young, any time he wasn't doing experiments he was aggravated. 25 and 45 were inspecting the body of one of their subordinates, he seemed to have died from the cold. 65 was teaching 8 how to properly evaluate a patient, when I noticed... 35 was nowhere to be found.
"He's in Zandik's office." 18 says, and I raise an eyebrow at his response, as if he had read my mind. "How do you know-" "You're always looking for him. You two... Whatever." He trails off, before going back to the paperwork with a grumble. Hmph. To imply that we had something going on was bold, knowing 35 would surely get back at him for such public talk of it. It not like it wasn't true. "Well hello to you as well." I respond calmly with a smile, I didnt even bother trying to talk to any of the others, knowing they were busy. Dottore probably was too, if he was in the originals office, but he was the one who was most tolerant of me interrupting his work. I walk over to his office door and dont even bother to knock, knowing I alone had the privilege to perform such an action without getting an earful. I saw him leaned over the desk, writing in a notebook while hurriedly looking between it and something else.
"What are you up to? I've never seen you so frantic before." I state calmly as I walk close behind him, I didnt want to step to his side yet, I was quite entertained by his back. "I'm trying to copy this formula down. This is the one time the old bastards out, he never lets any of us in his notebook without lecturing us about its contents." He replies, his tone a mix of irritated and excited. The only thing I've ever seen him get excited over was his work. he was so predictable, though he said he wasn't. I admired his back and arms as they flexed with focus, I stared for quite a while before responding back. "So this office is unoccupied for the time being?" I inquire as I walk around, I've never actually been in here before, so I took a stroll to get the feel of the size around here. If we were alone... I had to stop my smirk from growing. Dottore looked up and over at me, his scarlet eyes piercing my own as if they were the gateway to my true intentions. "Feofan," He starts, and the use of my real name makes me stop right in front of the door leading to Zandik's file room. He stands up to make his way over to me, speaking in a tone filled with suspicion. "You come in here while I'm working to act like a slut? Thinking any empty space is a good place for me to, let's say, stick my cock in you and fuck you till you're whimpering?" His hand slides around my neck to push my face closer to his, his thumb brushing my cheek gently. It was remarkable how he, and even the other segments knew me so well. My breath fanned over his, caught red handed.
"A slut? Since when? I am a man of pride." My retort amuses him, as he chuckles in my face before spinning me around and pinning me to the door. His hands remove my coat and throw it somewhere, then go to roam my body. "A man of pride whose pride is only there to get fucked out of him. Yes, Feofan. That is a slut." He whispers to me as he yanks my wrist and brings me over to the desk. He bends me over it and slams the pen in front of my face. "Go on, continue writing." He says while unzipping my trousers, sliding them off along with my underwear. "Since you want me to fuck you so bad, I'll just have you copy it." His hand opens and closes Zandik's drawers as if looking for something, while the other delivers a spank to my left ass cheek. I moan in response, yet pick up the pen and start writing. "To make me do your selfish deeds while you take me is a level of arrogance I somehow didn't know you donned." I hum quietly, picking up from where he ended off until I see from the corner of my eye him reaching into the correct drawer. He grabs some Sumeran oil from there and looks down at me with the cockiest face.
It wasn't until one of his fingers slid inside my hole that I broke. My feigned innocence was gone, and I quietly moaned for him. "My... you're tight for a whore." He comments, sliding another finger in as my muscles grip onto his long fingers for dear life. "Does that mean you're solely mine?" Tease was filled throughout his voice, thats what he always was. "Mm~ You really think so low of me that I- Aaah~ ...Would be seeing other men?" I ask, fighting my moans as his fingers scissor within me. I spread my legs more, and his free hand grabs my hair gently. I had my face down in my arms, and the bastard wanted me focused on the stupid formula. "We haven't met in a while. I assumed you took matters upon you own hands." His comment came before sticking three fingers in me. "Dottore, fuck~" I moan out, my lips pursed together. "You're saying I fucked myself to the thought of you? Hah~ Oh shit~ ...Real humble..."
"Considering you can even speak without moaning gives me my answer." His fingers got faster, they pumped in and out of me fast, the oil worked like magic, making its way through and up my muscles. He teased my prostate which made me whine for him, "Dottore~ Stop playing games~ Nngh~" I moan impatiently, making him chuckle behind me. He slowly slid his fingers out and leaned down, his chest pressed against my back. "I see none of that formula is done." He snides. "Fuck the formula. Fuck me." I snap back, making him tilt his head and smirk. He lets go of my hair and spanks my ass, hard. "What did I just sa- Fuck~!" His cock slid inside of me, and he didnt give me a moment to adjust to all 6 inches.
"You'll have to keep quiet. The other segments already have their nose in our business." Dottore's voice reminds me after my wanton moan, he creates a steady pace as he thrusts into me. I couldn't keep quiet, no matter how much he spanked me to submission. His shaft fucked into me with sharp precision and speed, he was conscious of where all of my good spots were, and he expects me to keep quiet? He delivers another spank, this time to my right cheek. "Doctor~ Hah~ You cant-" "I can order you around however I want. You're the whore who came in here looking for a fuck." He says with an extra deep thrust on the 'whore'. He slaps his hand over my mouth, and his breath fans over my neck as he speeds up. His hips roll against my ass, making me whine muffled moans against his hand. "Go on. Write. Read it out as you write." He orders, his hand on my hip sliding up to gently hold my throat, the other still hovered over my ass. "Aaah~ Input... Input: variable- Fuck, Dottore!" I whine out as his tip slams against my prostate. This new angle made it so his tip hit and slid against my prostate. I drop the pen and gasp as he holds my neck tighter, gripping the table edge of the mahogany table.
"Don't worry, I won't punish you fully." His words ring in my head like a message from an Angel, his dick slid in and out of me with ease that had to have been from Sumeran oil. His hips made a slapping noise against my ass, which wasn't very quiet as he had lectured me. "Dottore~ Im so close~ Mmmph... Mmmah~" I whimpered out for him, just as his cock reached a new speed. This made my pristine nails dig into the mahogany and me moan like a dirty slut. Maybe he was right. "My Feofan... so eager yet so quick to end the fun?" He chuckles from behind, thrusting and reaching around to touch my dick gently. "Cum. Before you make me have to overstimulate you." He orders. He gently grips my cock, knowing that was all it took. A spurt of white flew out onto the side of the desk, followed by another, and another, then one last drop came from my pink tip. At my whimpers, I felt Dottore explode inside of me, my face buried into my arms as the warm fluid comforted me through my orgasm. He fucked it into me before slowly pulling out, both of us panting.
I stand up after a moment, and he turns me around the face him. His lips meet mine aggressively, but there was no true anger behind it. "Now get your clothes on and clean up your come, you've already given me enough work to be behind on."
"Are they fighting? What's with all the slapping?" 8 asks with a raised brow as he looks towards the door, 65 turns his head manually towards the paper. "He's just testing Pantalone's pain tolerance. It's for an experiment." 45 says simply as he gently makes an incision in the lungs. 25 and 18 look at each other, and 18 lets out a huff. "I told you all."