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The documents on Regrator's desk didn't have an end to them. The contracts and the funds were in a pile on his desk that awaited to be taken care of.
Regrator didn't waste much more time, sitting down on his expensive leather chair and grabbing a golden-covered ink pen in his hand. He glanced at the documents, inspecting them one at a time. Separating the Fatui funds from the Harbingers. He didn't look at other matters since they were meant to get taken care of by underlings. But as for Fatui funds, they had to go past him to earn his approval.
As Pantalone separated the files of underlings and the Harbingers, a contract piqued his interest. The eleventh spent a fortune on a cor lapis vase in Liyue..? Not only was it ridiculous but also pathetic. Why didn't the eleventh demand more mora? The vase is sure to cost lots, so poor Tartaglia probably struggled right now. Maybe he didn't have the face to want more mora after spending his given mora on a vase. But the Eleventh was merely a young man.
Pantalone saw it quite average to let a young man spoil himself. It was his right to spend mora to spoil himself when he was still young. So Pantalone just wrote an 11 million mora funding check directed to the eleventh harbinger.
Pantalone kept separating the files and checking the fund requests. His brows started to furrow after seeing a particular name on repeat: Doctor's Aranara Project, Doctor's new basement machines, Doctor's Ruin experiment, Doctor's request for a machine heart, Doctor's unpaid taxes...
He really had to send Dottore away to pay his depth for him again. He surely didn't learn his lesson from the last time Pantalone sent him to an island to handle dirty work. He was the main reason for Pantalone's headache.
Pantalone calmly declined every single project he saw that was under the name of The Doctor. He knew the arrogant bastard would come complaining to him about it later on.
Barging in his office as if it is some cafe and starts to shout about how he doesn't understand the importance of the said projects. Pantalone sighed, imagining the pain already. His hand made its way to another paper and to his surprise...
Another fund request from The Doctor.
He was so close to cracking his pen in half from frustration.
"I am going to snap his neck."
Pantalone couldn't step out of his room for the past week. The maids brought dinner on a tray for him in those days. It was instructed to not let anyone else in but the said maids until another order. He didn't feel like hearing any complaints from anyone.
Eating in the office, sleeping in the office and just keeping on checking the papers. Regrator was tired and his tidied-up appearance was a mess after so long. His hair was a nest, glasses tilted to the side, and bags under his precious amethyst eyes. Even though he kept his eyes closed in most cases in order to hide his true intentions most of the time, he had to focus on those papers. And oh wasn't this exhausting.
The clock hit the hour of dinner time. Pantalone expected a knock but to his surprise, the door opened without a knock.
Pantalone could notice the tall and roughly built man entering his office with a tray in his hands. The tray looked rather small when it was being held by this man.
The guy came closer, the heavy armor and helmet made a sound whenever the guy took another step ahead. Even how the man walked was intimidating. If Pantalone didn't know any better he'd get intimidated by his fellow comrade the moment he recognized him. But no, The Captain was a gentleman at heart.
He didn't have to show terror even if it was what occurred inside his mind. He indeed felt intimidated ever so slightly but there was no use in accepting it.
"It is a surprise to have you here, Captain."
The man placed the tray on the table, his hands made their way to tidy up the piles of documents. Pantalone got taken by surprise by his attempt so he tried to stop him by touching his wrist but The Captain did not seem to listen.
"Captain, what are you doing?"
Pantalone's eyes followed the rough figure as he tidied up the pile of documents. Pantalone couldn't believe his fellow comrade really did not listen and just acted recklessly. How outrageous! Why did the Captain even visit him? Let alone messing with his business.
The Captain finished tidying the documents up and sat down in front of Pantalone's desk on a leather couch. Sitting down legs spread and one hand on his own thigh. The silver claw jewelry always piqued Pantalone's interest. First of all, it was shiny. Second of all, it seemed rather dangerous in an appealing way.
"So... What do I owe this visit from the Captain?"
"Eat up, Regrator."
Pantalone's eyes widened. Was he going to give him awful news after he ate up? Or was the Captain in search of a conversation?? But with The Regrator of all people? They barely had any topics they could put the same finger on. The Captain was a feared man in battle when Regrator was nowhere near a warrior. He didn't even hold a vision. Pantalone enjoyed fancy things along with mora. But The Captain did not care about those things that held a physical value in this world. So why is it that the man waited so eagerly for him to eat up?
Pantalone started to eat. He had to be fast if he wanted to finish the documents tonight. There was so little left. But thinking about Captain being in the same room that just strictly put away the documents, Would he even let him?
Regrator could feel Captain's intense stare on his face even though his face cannot be seen because of the helmet. The silence in the room was so loud.
"I heard you isolated yourself in your office for about a week now. Ordering dinner every night at this hour to your office and not leaving the office to even sleep in your own Chambers. Am I right, Regrator?"
"I simply have way too much work to do lately."
"So you abuse your well-being?"
"Abuse?"
"Your body is delicate, unlike others. Sleeping on a table for a week straight is not good for your health. You are the one that always claims health is wealth."
Delicate? Why did his comrade decide to care for him right now... They are supposed to maintain a professional relationship between two parties. Pantalone likes to believe The Captain was aware of it. But Pantalone could swear Captain's eyes under that helmet had other intentions.
"Thank you for visiting me, Captain. I appreciate you taking your time to check up on me."
"I do not want you to sleep in this office tonight."
"Captain... Are you sure are aware I cannot leave my work undone? I am also a fellow Harbinger and failure is never an option.."
The silence took over the room again as Pantalone tidied up the tray to the side. He could feel Capitano's piercing gaze on his face.
"I won't leave this office then."
Pantalone could only let out a nervous chuckle as a response. It took him by surprise.
"Captain. We are merely only co-workers. This relationship is meant to stay professional. I am sure I won't have to remind our rank in society to you."
"I am aware of everything Regrator. Is it so wrong to check up on my co-worker?"
Captain was known to be an intimidating and stubborn man. There wasn't anyone known that could say no to him. Captain would have his way one way or another for what he wanted to achieve. Pantalone was very aware of that so he didn't argue with the Captain for him to take his leave.
In the following minute, they just sat down in silence.
"So why won't you just rest in your own Chambers? You can just keep up with the documents tomorrow morning like normal people."
"There is never an ending to the documents for the funds... I can't even count how much funds I rejected that came from The Doctor."
A chuckle from the Captain lightened the environment. Pantalone fixed his posture and looked at the man who seemed amused by Pantalone's words somehow.
"The Doctor? Is he the reason you are up tormenting yourself?"
"Well, not enti--"
"Regrator."
Pantalone stopped midway to his statement, did he just interrupt him?
"I am taking you to your chambers and you are sleeping."
"As much as I understand your worries, Captain, I am unable to sleep with my mind filled with the documents I need to get done."
"Hm... How about I offer you a hand?"
"Oh, Captain... We both know it is my job to approve the documents."
"I am not talking about the documents Pantalone."
Pantalone raised a brow, curious. What did he have to offer? If there was something Pantalone liked more than mora or jewelry. It would be offers that would leave him surprised at the end. He liked the idea of receiving something he didn't expect. Yet there were so few moments he earned it without expecting it.
"Oh?"
Captain stood up, placing his hand on Regrator's desk and leaning over him. However, Regrator did not Lean back to get away from the guy in front of him. Their face got closer to each other, Pantalone felt the steel of the helmet pressing on his own cheek, as much as he was curious to find out what Capitano was hinting at. His mind clouded every possibility and could only point out one of them: Was Capitano going to lay him? Oh, he didn't want to think with his dick right now while those documents sat on the side.
As he was about to open his mouth to warn The Captain, his breath hitched. The Captain's hand was placed on Pantalone's thigh. His eyes shot open, staring at the hand on his thigh. The claws on Capitano's gloves gripped his thigh tightly, the Captain leaned to his ear closer and spoke lowly.
"Dear Regrator... You surely don't expect me to give up and leave only for you to bury yourself in those files once again... Right?"
Pantalone didn't mutter a word back, his breath dropped. Gulping down the response he could have spat out before he could feel The Captain's hand rubbing his thigh so gently. It was reassuring... Comforting even. Pantalone couldn't look at the man's face so he decided to turn his gaze away. Hiding his eyes from the man's sigh.
"Don't you want to hear my offer? Or would you like me to show you instead..?"
Oh, this was happening. Call Pantalone a lunatic but he was so sure his heart just skipped over at least ten beats after the Captain spoke.
The rough hands of the man made their way to Regrator's hips, gripping and covering his waist. His one hand was enough to hold halfway into Regrator's elegant waist. It fitted so nicely in his hand...
Pantalone placed one hand over Captain's, holding his finger and then hand slowly.
"Captain... You surely don't plan to lay me in my office?"
"I cleaned the table."
The audacity of this man was something. He knew how to use his words when the time came by. It was truly impressive and attractive in a way.
"Captain--"
He felt the cold of silver claws touching the skin under his shirt, resulting in him hissing at the sudden contact. Before he could process what the Captain was about to do, the hands made their way up to his chest. Lifting his shirt up. Captain trailed his finger on his body, claw-like jewelry scratching his warm and soft skin, leaving gentle scratches and carrying cold wherever they touch.
Regrator couldn't help but shake, he was not sure if it was the cold or the sensations but he knew for sure he isn't supposed to shake. Captain saw as the other lifted his hand up and covered his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Why are you muffling yourself, Regrator? You don't wish to have me do this?"
Pantalone wasn't looking at him for quite some time now. He shakily lifted his head up and met with Captain's helmet, looking at where his eyes would be under the helmet... As his eyes searched for the other. He managed to mutter a response, it almost sounded like a whimper.
"No... Please... Carry on..."
It was quite a sight to see the Regrator eager to have more. Captain wasn't going to tease him about it, he already seemed to tense up.
One of Captain's hands slid to Regrator's thigh and lifted it up. The other hand is still on his chest.
"Regrator, May I?"
Pantalone's attention was on Captain's hands until the man spoke. So he naturally didn't understand what he asked for. He wasn't following it and it was embarrassing to admit, so he just nodded.
But to his surprise, the Captain let go of him. Making his way beside Pantalone's chair and grabbing both of his thighs gently, carrying him up and placing him on the table, sitting him down.
Pantalone was just able to process what was taking over. He watched as that rough-built man knelt before him. Did he just have a warrior man like The Captain himself under his tease? Oh, Pantalone couldn't think straight.
His dick did all the thinking for quite some time now.
Captain held his own helmet and slowly took it off, leaving it on the floor gently. His face was rather... pretty for a warrior. It was still intimidating, looking at the scar on the side of his face that covered most of it. Pantalone was speechless, his black hair fell on his broad shoulders just perfectly. The build of this man was just out of this world, if he didn't know what an archon looked like nor experienced it, He'd confidently say Capitano was an archon. He had power even in his eyes. The dark shade of his eyes drowned him in them already... He wondered how many lives had to look in those eyes as the last thing they saw.
"Pantalone, you'll dig a hole in my face with your eyes if you keep staring like that."
"Ah... My apologies, Captain... But can I ask that... Why did you take off your helmet in front of me and let me see your face..? You could have handled it in so many other ways."
A chuckle escaped Captain's lips as he started:
"I'll see every shade of your face in the next hour. So might as well grant you the right to see my face while I am at it... I will be unfolding every hidden spot on your body, wouldn't it be wrong if you didn't see something as simple as my face?"
"Oh"
Was it really the only response Pantalone could mutter right now? Oh wasn't he pathetic?
Regrator gulped down the overwhelming feeling that formed inside him slowly. Impatience..? Excitement..? He was horny.
Captain slowly stripped the other male, making sure to keep eye contact with the male in front of him. Pantalone was embarrassed to let it happen this easily, but how could he not? This man literally knelt down before him as if he appreciated his beauty... Giving him a stare he never thought he'd get from anyone else. The cold met Regrator's warm skin, making him hitch and tremble softly. As the other was about to take the last piece of clothing off, Pantalone grabbed his wrist.
"Captain-- The office is cold."
"It will warm up in a bit. Bear it for now..."
Captain stood up, taking off his coat and laying it on Pantalone's shoulders slowly. Having him cling to his own coat was ridiculously huge on him. The sight somehow tensed up the tension in the man even more. The Captain unbuckled his own trousers and took Pantalone's last clothing piece off.
The claws. The claws.
Pantalone repeated in his mind. Captain's claws held Pantalone's thighs and pulled them closer.
"I won't take it too far."
"Too far? Captain... Please... Do take it too far"
Could it be considered begging? If so, Pantalone begged for it. Captain slowly took his own gloves and chains off to the side, his hand made its way down. His finger touched and trailed every single bit of the man. The other did nothing but cling to the coat on his shoulders that covered his body from anything but the man in front of him.
"Captain--"
At this moment Capitano noticed something. Pantalone kept calling him "Captain" since he started doing this in his every sentence. He liked calling his name out even before he started the real deed... It took everything in Capitano to hold back.
One finger made its way inside, the other squirmed and held tight on the coat. No sound was out however, it didn't please the Captain. He added another gently, so careful to not hurt the guy below him. His fingers played such good rhymes inside the other. Captain could see Pantalone's face getting bright red as he tried to look away or close his eyes.
"Pantalone, relax a little. You are too tensed up."
Captain leaned down on the man, his fingers making their way deeper into the man. A whimper escaped from the other's mouth before Capitano caressed them with his own gently. Kissing him out of the heat, wanting him to relax.
Pantalone couldn't do anything. He couldn't even think. All he wanted was to pull him closer, so he did. Holding his shoulders and kissing the guy back. Feeling his shoulders, his back...
Placing his hand on the side of his cheek and caressing the beautiful scar. He embraced the man all he could before they broke the kiss.
"Captain-- They are too deep... Don't you t--think..?" Captain could see the tears slowly forming in his eyes. He smiled, kissing the side of his cheek and letting Regrator hide his face on his own shoulder. Regrator did as he took the hint. Holding into Capitano and finally letting a few whimpers out here and there.
"Pantalone... I am not sure if I can hold it back on you."
"Don't."
"You might regret saying that..."
"Oh please, Make me regret it... If it is from those hands. I am willing to face death."
This amused Capitano, chuckling at the scenery in front of him. The banker surely didn't think of any documents now while he was holding them so desperately on his shoulders. He had to have Pantalone like this even more. He was so pretty with tears filling those amethyst eyes...
His fingers kept going at it, adding another and gaining a gasp from Regrator. When he started to move them to stretch the guy more, he felt one's shaft throb. He was close just from his fingers? He acted as if he wasn't aware of it. It could've embarrassed the guy if he mentioned it. He kept on going with what he did. Letting Pantalone whimper and hold into him, losing himself to his touch slowly.
"Pantalone, if you want me to stop and give you a break, just tell me."
"H--Haa... I won't break, Captain. But rest assu... assured--, I will inform you if I want a b--break."
"You can barely speak"
It gave Captain a good chuckle, pushing deeper and hearing Regrator yelp as he came on his coat.
He felt the apology coming so naturally, he hushed him with a kiss on the cheek.
Captain slowly took his fingers out. Giving it a gentle rub after which Pantalone shifted in his place to.
Laying the man on the desk, Captain pulled his thighs close and slammed his waist on Pantalone's.
Pantalone was lost for words, his breath was heavy and he definitely didn't think of anything else other than having that inside himself.
Would he even be able to handle it?
Biting his bottom lip, he thought about the consequences of this affair.
"Oh, I am so done.."
He held the coat tightly, looking at the ceiling and feeling the Captain's hand on his thigh, lifting it up gently on his shoulder and leaning closer to his chest. In response, Pantalone felt the need to hold into the table with one hand and grab Captain's shoulder with the other. Feeling Captain's shaft pressing on hisself.
"T--This position is... t--ruly hum--humiliating."
"Would you like to turn your back?"
"No.."
Pantalone looked down at the guy, lowering his head down and facing him. His face burned up. He wasn't cold anymore. The warmth this man brought him burned him.
He felt the push, Regrator couldn't hold a yelp and held on to Capitano with both arms tightly. Whimpering out and trembling.
They stayed like that in silence, other than the heavy breathing and whines in the room, until Captain slowly made his way inside the fragile body he held gently in his arms.
Pantalone buried his face in the guy's neck, hiding again. It was actually cute to see this side of The Regrator.
"Can I ?"
They stood in silence for a bit longer after the question. But then, Pantalone hugged the guy's neck and gave a nod.
Captain smiled, seeing him taking his words and not pushing his own limits. He was going to be the one to push every limit himself.
Captain moved slowly and made his way in gently, can't even get in halfway as expected before Pantalone let out a loud whine, holding into Captain with everything.
"Ha-- You are too tight. You weren't this tight on my fingers... Relax."
"I--I just-" Pantalone's breath was heavy.
"realized haa-- that!-- I--I"
He couldn't even make up words so Capitano placed his lips on his forehead to hush him. Pantalone lifted his head up, kissing Captain's lips and relaxing slowly. A smile formed on the other's face as he started to move slowly. He didn't get any deeper, knowing it would startle the guy underneath him.
They did not count the hours passing. Pantalone was a mess with all those marks on his thighs. He was screaming. The tears were not stopping as he got devoured against a wall.
"C--CAPTAIN!!--" He kept screaming and it didn't help the other. They couldn't cool it down. Both of them acted recklessly and kept overdoing it.
They caught a sync. Who knew a warrior like he would be so compatible in bed with the delicate banker? To both of their surprise, their sex drives were rather high.
Pantalone didn't have his glasses on, it was left on the desk along with the coat.
"Pantalone!--"
With a whimper from the Captain, both of them managed to come at last. Regrator wasn't able to hold his voice back, his voice wasn't going to recover for a long time, that was for sure. He held on to the guy tightly, feeling Captain gently lifting him up and getting out of him.
"Ha... Haa-- This... haa-- was everything..."
Captain looked over at Pantalone who is panting on his shoulder, trying to cool down. He seemed almost unconscious, he was exhausted as expected. He let him rest there while he carried him to the desk again. Wrapping the coat around him and buckling himself up.
He had to take care of the dirt left. But before that, he had to lay the Regrator in his Chambers. So he did.
He made his way to Regrator's Chambers.
It had to be so late because not even the maids were up. When Captain reached his desired destination he lay the guy down on the silky soft bed sheets. As soon as Regrator's head made contact with the sheets, he fell into a deep slumber.
Captain left his coat there around him. It was cold in Snezhnaya during the night and Captain couldn't stay to warm his banker up. So his coat had to do the job for now.
Captain turned around, heading out to the office again. He had to clean their mess up for the Regrator.
The morning was the most expected. Raspy voice and a back that refused to move. He had to get up to start the day but. He just physically couldn't.
"Damn you, Captain..!"
"Captain?"
Regrator got startled, jumping in his place and rising his head up.
His eyes met the Doctor's.
"What the hell are you doing in my bedroom?"
"You weren't in your office."
The doctor didn't want to question the raspy voice or the curse of Captain's name. He was here for work.
"Is that even a-- never mind... Leave."
"Oh Regrator, That's not a very polite way to talk to your co-worker and superior."
"I don't think you are the superior when you come crawling to my door and bark like a dog for fund requests."
"Ohohoho... you speak big words Regrator... Watch your tone."
The door knocked. What a headache. One more complaint and he was going to murder the Doctor here and there and now someone else was intending to join them? He didn't have his glasses so he probably wouldn't be able to point out the person entering the room... So it nerved him. But it was also better than staying alone with the Doctor.
"Come in."
The door opened after the affirmation of words from Pantalone. To his surprise, it was the Captain. He knew his silhouette anywhere... It really wasn't hard to recognize him counting his rough built and hours spent admiring it.
"Doctor."
"Hello?--"
Not even a second later Captain grabbed the Doctor and threw him out of the room, leaning on the doorway and whispering something Pantalone couldn't really pick up. Captain's voice sounded low so it might've been a thread. It was also strange for the Doctor to not shout back but he didn't want to think about it now.
Captain shut the door before himself after he entered the Regrator's room.
"I called in a sick day for you."
"Thank you.."
A smile formed on Pantalone's face. It was genuine. Even though Pantalone couldn't see The Captain's face now... He guessed what kind of expression must have taken over it. He made sure to observe every corner of the guy last night. He was certain the man looked at him with those eyes.
Oh just how much the Regrator wished to look at the Captain's eyes every day.