Sick reader x Pantalone x Dottore..
Dottore has an habit.
A bad habit, in particular.
Humans get sick. Therefore Dottore's lovers get sick, specially in winter, those meak little things...
When humans get sick, humans.. do not like the taste of medicine. It's as simple as that. He had been dealing with humans, patients for centuries after all. Some humans (his lovers) can get picky when it comes to the taste. Dottore only wants them to get better!
Dottore only cares and dots for his sickly humans. Even if it means, on humans words, betraying them. Words uttered by you, specifically. By your experience with him, of course.
After a long day, you had made yourself a sandwich. A well earned sandwich that contained half of the ingredients available at the fridge in it. Dottore just so happened to be lounging around, hanging closely by the sandwich. You turned away for a second, poured yourself a nice, hot beverage—Snezhnaya's cold was cruel— and took a big bite of your sandwich. Only to inmediately pause.
As you bit it, you heard a small, single "crunch." You munched on it again... Bitter.
"Eugh!" You exclaimed
You put down the sandwich with a disgusted expression, and gulped down the beverage you had previously poured yourself. Then, your gaze inmediately directed to Dottore, who was hiding a smile. He was really bad at hiding smiles, specially evil ones.
"Dottore, why the fuck did you ruin my sandwich."
"Language, my heart! I... simply wanted to help you with your sickness."
"I am a grown ass person Dottore, i do not need your help"—"You were coughing on my face last night"—"NO I WASN'T."
You stepped close. Closer to him, mouth half opened.
"No, don't do that dear. We both know you don't want to."
Closer, "stop it!"
Closer, and closer... then coughed on his face.
"DO NOT," Dottore adjusted his gloves, "DO THAT."
...
"... Darling?" Pantalone says to Dottore, his lover, who he is standing next to at his office. Pantalone sips once again, and clicks his lips together.
"What is it." Dottore responds back, yet looks to the side, trying to hide his smile once again. "Ohh, i know that look of yours you–you psychopathic medic. Did you put something in my wine?"
Dottore's breath gets caught in nothing. Pantalone's eyebrow raises.
"Dottore?"
"... Okay, well, first of all. I don't apreciate you sneezing on my face at night. I had to do something."
"Dottie! Why– you know this wine is expensive."
"Do you want to know what's more expensive."
Pantalone sighed. He pulled away his glasses and rubbed his face, his lips pressed into an unamused line. "... What?"
"... Kidney surgery."
"Get out of my office."

















