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If you'd had the foresight to run for a knife the moment you'd heard the door to your home open, you'd likely have been able to cut the air at this very moment.
Face to face with your the ghost of your lover.
Except he looked far too corporeal compared to the image you had spent three long years constructing in your mind. And you were all too certain that it wasn't an imposter wearing his likeness. The man bore no mask, crow's feet by his eyes deeper than you remembered, but the eyes themselves unmistakable. As were the scars that stretched across half his face.
Scars you'd reverently traced enough times to be certain in your verdict. Lines you'd drawn countless times while your mind had wandered, so deep had your longing to have him within your grasp been.
"Doctor."
He cracked a wry smile. His hands were clasped behind his back, and you could only imagine they trembled from the exhaustion visible on his face.
"Such a cold reception, my dear."
But he advanced no further into what had once been your shared home, a small cottage by Snezhnaya's border, tucked away between dense pine trees and snow-clad hills. Perfect for privacy.
"It's been three years."
Something flashed in his eyes, your own curiosity piqued. Did he not know?
"It has been busy." Dottore waved a dismissive hand, one that he used with subordinates who asked too many stupid questions. One that made your blood boil.
"You never came home after Omega went to Sumeru. I thought you were dead, Zandik." You couldn't help the way you spat out his name, relishing how it made his jaw tick.
"Dead," he repeated, shaking his head of already unruly hair. How you'd missed running your fingers through it. "And what should have killed me?"
A retort sat at the tip of your tongue, you would gladly put him down in this moment.
"The segment you left here collapsed with no warning, as did all the others from what I heard." You hated that his expression didn't change at all while tears prickled in the corners of your eyes. "I mourned you!"
"How quaint."
Your eye ticked. Before another breath could leave the man in front of you, you'd closed the distance in hasty steps, your palm striking his cheek with enough force to send even a man of his rank staggering back.
Shaking your now prickling hand, you continued to leer as Dottore briefly pressed the back of his hand to his cheek. This close, you could smell the subtle musk hidden beneath layers of disinfectant and machine oil.
"I suppose I deserved that.."
"You most certainly-" you cut yourself off, eyes widening a fraction as you took his statement in. "Admitting to your own shortcomings? Are you truly who you say you are?"
Dottore scoffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"Very funny," he scoffed, brushing past you before unceremoniously discarding both boots and coat. "Considering I've been home for all of five minutes already and you've yet to embrace me, I'm beginning to doubt if your comments about missing me were nothing but falsehoods."
Despite your continued annoyance with him, you couldn't help but oblige the silent request in his words, stepping closer and wrapping your arms around his waist. Thinner than you remembered. And no overflow of heat from his skin. No doubt he was freezing after travelling.
"You could've just asked for a hug, you know." Your words were muffled, spoken against his shoulder where your head rested. The steady beat of his heart calmed your own. It was real.
With practiced ease, he turned in your hold, leaning down to ghost his lips against your forehead. Not that you would acknowledge it, but unless your ears deceived you, a quiet apology was brought into the air between your bodies.
Large hands found your hips, rubbing soothing circles into the flesh. It was familiar, painfully so, in a way you had long since abandoned hope of ever feeling again. For all your curiosity about why he had been away for so long, and your anger that he had said nothing about it before disappearing, you were greedy above all. When Dottore made a move to detach himself, your arms only tightened around his waist.
Wordlessly, his calloused hands wandered from your hips, up your sides, along your collarbones, until eventually cupping your cheeks. Scarlet eyes met your gaze, the faintest hint of regret visible in the lines of his face.
Before you could ask, his lips captured yours in a slow kiss. You couldn't help but smile at how careful it was, like he was once more exploring how. Hesitantly, his tongue licked against the seam of your lips, and you obliged with a sigh, relishing how he was slowly growing more confident.
It didn't take long for the kiss to grow heated, feeling as though he was attempting to devour you whole, nipping at your lips and groaning when his hands found your rear and promptly began squeezing. Much to your satisfaction, and not at all surprising, Dottore seemed more affected than he'd let on at first. Already, you could feel the slight press of his bulge and a growing urgency in the kiss.
Dottore pushed forward, trapping you between himself and the wall as you tried not to stumble over the row of shoes lining the entrance. His firm grip and press of his chest against yours kept you upright, legs eagerly parting when his thighs forced them apart.
The sudden friction sent a jolt through your body, having gone without the touch of a lover for so long. Your own hands and the few toys were far from a satisfactory replacement to the meticulous care Dottore treated your body with.
Likely as impatient, if not more, Dottore pushed his thigh further in between your legs, pressing against your clothed core in time with his hands dragging your hips forward. It ripped a quiet whimper of surprise from your lips, and you felt Dottore smirk into the kiss.
With little fanfare, Dottore broke the kiss and descended upon the blank canvas of your neck without stopping for breath, his teeth immediately scraping along the sensitive skin. His fingers tightened their hold until it bordered on painful, still relentlessly dragging you back and forth along his thigh.
Now wasn't the time to think about how long it had been since he'd last changed his clothes. He'd always had a habit of brushing aside (forgetting) such 'trivial' matters when engrossed in research.
Heat travelled beneath your skin, each little rut against him spreading it further throughout your body.
Without warning, Dottore hoisted you up, hands supporting your rear as you wrapped your legs around his waist. It was difficult not to giggle at how his lips still refused to part with your neck even as he stumbled through the living room and into what had once been a shared bedroom.
There was as little control involved when he tossed you onto the mattress, pulling at his shirt while cursing when it didn't go as quickly as hoped. It was endearing, only adding to the growing need that pooled in your gut.
His pupils were blown wide when you caught his gaze, briefly letting your eyes wander down his now naked body. There were a few scars, burns from the looks of it, that you didn't remember seeing before, but overall he looked mostly like you remembered, albeit a little more lean.
Saliva pooled in your mouth at the sight of his cock, thick and heavy to the point of struggling to stand, bouncing with each movement he made. The memory of his fat tip bullying its way into you resurfaced, and you felt a hint of moisture start to gather at the apex of your thighs.
"Off" He sneered the word, stalking towards the edge of the bed with the deadly grace of a predator. His fingers twitched at his sides, a sight that only made you rid yourself of the offending fabric faster.
Dottore was on you in an instant, straddling your hips as he captured your lips once more, this time with no trace of hesitation. Your fingers tangled in his soft hair, longer than you remembered, pulling a soft groan from him.
"That's it…" Dottore panted, one hand skimming across your skin before grabbing hold of your chest, gently squeezing one of the soft mounds.
A whine left your lips as he expertly rolled your nipple between his fingers, tugging on it with enough force to just barely stay on the side of pleasure. You pulled harder at his hair, prompting him to rut against your thighs, smearing pre along your skin.
"It was Omega-," the words were muttered into the kiss, briefly catching you off-guard. Dottore pulled away from the kiss enough to study your expression, continuing the explanation in between sucking marks down your chest. "He destroyed the segments. Had to stay and clean up his mess." You arched up against him as he bit at a particularly sensitive spot, only encouraging him to suck a deep bruise there. "And then- had to run every project by myself… No breaks.. None of this.."
He adjusted to let you part your legs, immediately dragging his cock through your wet folds and hissing. Already, your mind was clouded with both anticipation and relief, the certainty that he was back beginning to properly sink in. And now, with the explanation for his sudden absence, and his own frustration visible, it was easier to forgive.
A quiet hum of acknowledgement left your lips, writhing as his tip nudged you clit with every wet glide of his length.
Several apologies were uttered in the short span of him adjusting himself to push against your entrance, the stretch painful enough that it had your entire body tense. Even as your breath grew shaky, you tried to force yourself to relax with every exhale, his tip eventually sinking into your wet heat. Both of you stilled, eyes fluttering as you squeezed around his girth, nails raking along his back.
Every inch he pressed inside made tears gather in your eyes until they eventually spilled over, your abdomen tensing up when you felt him throb inside you. Every vein dragged along your walls with such perfection that you could only whimper and angle your hips up to try and take more despite already feeling utterly filled.
Dottore shuddered, swearing under his breath as he bottomed out. His head fell forward, lips lazily suckling on your nipple.
"Fuck.. So perfect.." Your attempt to move was cut short, both of his hands gripping your waist. "Don't. I can't-"
Dottore's protest was cut short when your cunt clenched around him, a wave of your slick dripping onto his balls. You spoke his name with quiet reverence, cupping his cheek as you guided him to look up at you. There were tears in his eyes as well, something he would no doubt deny later.
He choked out a strained groan when you squeezed him tighter still, his pupils blowing wide. With reckless abandon, and another apology on the tip of his tongue, Dottore pulled out nearly all the way before slamming back inside, his tip hitting your cervix hard enough to force the air from your lungs. He'd pulled himself up, one hand on either side of your head, letting his hips move at a brutal pace.
Every thrust had his name spilling from your lips, something you knew only served to spur him on, making him nearly growl. Without warning, release washed over your body, making your vision go white as you trembled beneath him. Every nerve was ablaze while you gushed around him, the wet sounds filling the room obscene in their intensity.
With only a few more thrusts, Dottore buried himself completely inside your heat, spilling his release into your womb with a satisfied sound. You couldn't help but huff as he collapsed on top of you, too tired to even attempt to push him off.
It took a while before you'd both caught your breaths, and it wasn't entirely unlikely that you'd drifted off, already feeling sore where your combined release was slowly leaking out and onto the sheets. Dottore had pulled out and moved to lay beside you as well, another couple of things you couldn't quite remember happening.
Dottore coughed, his voice still sounding a little winded. "You didn't receive my letter?" It was as much a question as a statement, mumbled into the the crook of your neck while you worked to untangle the mess of his hair.
"I didn't. It's my fault, I should've travelled to Snezhnograd to see for myself…"
Zandik pulled you a little closer, his breath hot against your skin. "No.. No, you did what was safest.. I'm glad you stayed.. I'll have the soldier who lost the letter's head.."
You couldn't help but laugh, the amused display being punished by a gentle pinch to your side. "I'd guess something happened on the way here, the poor man is probably already gone.. Who would dare disobey you?"
"I'll have someone's head, then," he grumbled, pausing for a brief moment before adding in a quieter tone, "except that would be-"
"A waste of good material," you finished for him, warmth blooming in your chest at how comfortably familiar it was to feel his heartbeat mingle with your own.
"Tch. I missed you.."
"Well, now you've returned at last.." You grinned, unable to keep yourself from giggling as you continued, "and to a rather spectacular welcome, if I do say so myself"