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Stone knew he wasn’t of great importance to the Doctor. But fact was, Robotnik still allowed Stone to orbit him, and Stone was helpless to the gravitational pull towards Robotnik. Stone relished it. Revelled in this singular fact, in Robotnik’s silent approval of him. Strove every day to perform his very best, so that the Doctor was content. He organized his calendar, scheduled loathsome meetings at opportune times to grant the genius well deserved breaks from the government’s frankly impudent demands.
Honestly, if they already bored Stone to such a degree that he could easily fall asleep without missing out, he didn’t want to imagine the excruciating pain it must bring the Doctor to subject himself to these levels of stupidity unheard of before.
The sheer presence of his boss could knock just about anyone over. Given Robotnik’s temper, it had happened, quite literally. More than once, it lead to a slew of insults thrown in the direction of what poor soul dared to enter his awareness without permission. He would loudly and proudly exclaim to a group of ignorant, egotistical business men that they were “a bunch of insolent rats filled with sewage for brains, destined to be worth less than the dirt under my shoe!”, and Stone would gladly take this as the cue to gather their belongings and leave the nth meeting they were forced to attend.
Working for the madman that was Robotnik was the most thrilling experience one could imagine. The way Doctor Robotnik would explain his inventions to an indiscernible degree – a rant filled with technical prowess only a certified genius could even hope to understand – was intoxicating. It meant that, deep down and never to be admitted openly, the Doctor trusted Stone. At least enough to know Stone wouldn’t sell him out to the government as per his job description.
Not that he would have ever complied, nor did he adhere to that description any longer. Stone’s heart and mind were hell-bent on working for Robotnik only. He was fascinated by him.
Now, Stone was aware that the degree to which he admired Robotnik was… less than professional.
There was no true moment of realization. He had always harboured feelings of care and admiration for the Doctor, increasing each time Stone got a glimpse of Robotnik’s brilliance shining through. His passion for what he worked on seeping through his long explanations, when he got lost in his own ramblings while his beautiful eyes twinkled in the blue light of his screens. The way Stone’s gaze lingered on the other man’s mouth while he cursed his assistant out for making a cheeky comment too many. Stone’s entire body cracking with electricity any time his hand brushed against Robotnik’s gloved ones as he handed over another latte, or the Doctor’s entire, enticing body caging him in against a wall.
He would always keep his composure though, of course.
His official shift had ended hours earlier. Robotnik was tinkering away at the latest model of a Badnik, fixing previous commodities and adding a slew of features to appease Walters. Not that he cared about Walter’s approval in any way shape or form, but the funding for his projects had to come from somewhere. Else, he would have left long ago.
Stone had decidedly stayed in the labs, refusing to leave the Doctor’s side during such a critical phase of his work. God knew he would work through the night without any care for his physical well-being, if not for Stone’s silent care.
The agent had kept up with any new emails sent their way, only leaving the lab to grab little snacks to place near Robotnik. Now, he sat comfortably on a swivel chair a few meters away from the workbench, where the Doctor hunched over his project. Silently tapping away, he had let his gaze sweep over the lab once more, and once again it settled on Robotnik. He smiled softly as he watched him mindlessly grab a few bites between tasks, likely unaware of doing so. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the man.
His calculating eyes trained on the disassembled Badnik before him, the way his hands flexed within the leather gloves. The dim light shone just so to highlight every bump of muscle and rather impressive facial bone structure, Stone digressed. There was no other word for it: Robotnik looked incredibly handsome. Once the thought entered Stone’s mind, he couldn’t let it go. Doctor Robotnik was very attractive, objectively speaking. Anyone who had eyes would recognize that. But Stone was fixated on another thing.
No one got to see Robotnik like this but him. Robotnik’s confidence was undeniable anywhere he went, and he didn’t shy away from being unabashedly himself. But being allowed to see him work, unaware of the world surrounding him, vulnerable, in his own labs, felt more intimate than Stone had anticipated. Only he got to see Robotnik with slightly dishevelled hair. Only he got to see Robotnik not dressed to the nines, in an oil-splattered shirt and plain slacks. Only he got to see the way his eye lids stayed closed for a second longer than necessary, his body fighting his mind. Only he got to see the way his tongue would dart across his lips when he was concentrating.
I wonder what they would taste like.
Stone blinked.
Huh.
He had always found the Doctor to be rather good-looking, but a thought like… like that hadn’t crossed his mind before.
Was he bothered by it?
Less than he should be.
Before he could mull over the fact that he had imagined kissing his boss any longer, Robotnik promptly yelled out an intelligible sound and pushed his work halfway across the bench, barking out demands over the shoulder. “Bah. Fetch me a new latte, Stone. My new grenade prototype won’t build itself!” He pulled up some schematics Stone recognized from a few days ago.
Commander Walters had asked for detachable grenades to be built into the Badniks. An idiotic idea only a man with a brain smaller than a raisin could come up with, Robotnik had spat in his face. But alas, Walters managed Robotnik’s funding, so the genius had to stoop to levels of such base stupidity, even Stone could see it. Honestly, putting explosives into machines that could already rain bullets and lasers onto any enemy, was unnecessary. Especially considering the fact that the Badniks weren’t even supposed to detonate the grenades themselves. No, they were to drop them onto any agent who asked, without detonating yet, so that the agent could throw it.
Stone’s own distaste for humanity might not be as great as the Doctor’s, but it could rival it on days he was confronted with Commander Walters.
Registering Robotnik’s command, Stone glanced at his watch. “Doctor, if I may, it is currently 03:27 am. Maybe you should get some rest?”
This time, Robotnik did turn around, sneering at him. “And why, pray tell, should I ever do such a thing? Can’t you see I’m on a roll?”
“It would not only improve and increase your capacities to work on the grenades, but would greatly reduce the drowsiness you are experiencing.” It was a risky thing, to imply Robotnik was anything but in peak condition, but the Doctor worked himself to the bone. Stone was simply trying to implement a few healthier habits for him. “And, you shouldn’t have to subject yourself to Commander Walters’… ideas, any longer than strictly necessary. As it is, your work day ended long ago, so you could simply delay it a little more”, he tacked on.
Robotnik scrutinized him with a piercing gaze, scanning his face for something. Analysing eyes moved up and down, side to side, picking apart each minute aspect of his face. Robotnik seemed to find what he was looking for, stretching out his arms in front of him with a long, theatrical sigh. “Ah, I have decided! I do not require another latte. Better to leave Commander What’s-His-Name dangling for a bit longer, don’t you think, Stone?”
Stone smiled unabashedly, “Of course, Doctor.”
After his closing chores, Stone headed to his small apartment, not far from the lab site. He had specifically chosen it for its proximity to them, not caring about it being desolate and in the middle of no where. In fact, he preferred it like this. The few other apartments in the lonesome building were vacant. Stone considered it a gift, to have as much privacy as he had now. Before, he had worked in the field for the government, usually sharing a space with at least a few other agents. This small apartment felt like freedom.
Settling in for sleep proved to be a harder endeavour than usual tonight, though.
His mind kept replaying the visual of Robotnik’s tongue and lips over and over. His mind wandered, and he found himself imagining how soft they would be, how the moustache and stubble would tickle against his own skin. What it would be like to kiss along his jaw, what sounds the doctor would make from his touch. How it would feel to pull down the Doctor’s shirt and kiss along his collarbone. Stone closed his eyes, and let a hand slip under his waistband, trying to ease the ache. He chastised himself. He should stop this. This was his boss he was thinking about.
No one would know, a voice whispered back. No one would have to know.
Images flooded his mind again, of Robotnik looking up at him with want and desire in his eyes. What would he look like without is shirt on, without any of his clothes at all? His mind helpfully supplied him with vivid pictures of the Doctor undressing himself, of Stone undressing him. Stone couldn’t keep in a groan as he stroked himself faster. The Doctor wouldn’t have to lift a finger, if Stone was allowed to take care of him like this. The Doctor would be at his mercy – and wasn’t that a thought?
The man was a genius, but Stone had been a top agent for over a decade, easily able to overpower him. The only thing holding Stone back was the fact that he didn’t want to, content in doing the bidding of Robotnik.
But what if Robotnik wanted it? If he asked Stone to please him, making him take everything Stone gave him while he held him down against his own work bench, bent over for his own assistant. Stone would not be able to deny him. He could never deny the Doctor.
And so, Stone would take control, pressing their hips together, rutting against each other and caressing the other’s face gently while grabbing onto his waist. He would slowly kiss him again, ease the high-strung man into finally relaxing. He would make sure Robotnik got anything he wanted and more. Got everything he deserved, and Robotnik deserved the world.
Stone pressed two fingers of his other hand into his mouth. His tongue imitated a circular motion around his digits. What he wouldn’t give to feel the curve of Robotnik’s cock, heavy on his tongue. He wanted to taste him. Feel every ridge and bump. To have the other wringing under him from pleasure, those gloved hands unable to keep still. Dragging out his movements, Stone bobbed his head up and down with precision, pressing his fingers deeper down his throat. The sounds Robotnik would make, whining and cursing and breathless and oh so desperate, clawing at the table – clawing at Stone.
He imagined finally pining the Doctor’s hands against his chest, pressing down to drag out another sound. Stone could prove himself to Robotnik, could impress him with this, suckling and swallowing around his hardness while taking him even deeper. Maybe Robotnik would praise his assistant for being so dedicated and doing so well, and it would only spurn him on. To press into the Doctor’s tight heat, as Stone chased to give him everything he’d need. Him clenched around Stone while he pounded faster, relentless and firm, more and more and more and more, until–
With a guttural moan, Stone felt his senses flooding with euphoria, and a sticky wetness coat his hand. He was panting heavily, overtaken by pure bliss for a moment.
As his breath evened out, his brain caught up with reality.
He had just– He had–
His cheeks burned with hot shame, unseen in the privacy of his dark bedroom. He was slightly losing his sanity trying to come to terms with having to look the Doctor in the eyes the next day.
Well, he probably hadn’t had much to begin with, given the fact he had tried to get this assignment for quite some time beforehand. HR thought he had a death wish. Stone knew better. It wasn’t self-loathing that got him where he was. No, it was reverence for the man who was the closest thing to a god since the Tower of Babel.
He had to admit it. This couldn’t be chalked up to just ‘being pent-up’. Robotnik was too enthralling to merely cause him to– to lust over him. The man deserved worship down to its very core.
And he would be Doctor Robotnik’s most devoted.
Luckily, Robotnik was a very busy man, steadfast in his pursuit for perfection, and so he didn’t take notice of his agent’s rather skittish behaviour. If Stone spent more time in the kitchen than necessary to regain a sliver of his sanity, it was neither here nor there. The surplus of lattes delivered was certainly welcome.
A gruff “Good work, Sycophant” from the Doctor had sent the agent’s head reeling, and he quickly thanked the Doctor, hurrying back to his place by the door to guard it. Stone had held his breath for a second, watching Robotnik tap away at the screens in front of him, thankfully not seeing Stone’s attempts to adjust his pants to hide the slight dent.
It seemed his ‘night escapade’ had uncovered some hidden things he hadn’t yet known about himself.
Closing his eyes, Stone cursed inwardly. Get a grip.
The voice in his head sounded suspiciously close to a certain genius. That did not help his predicament in the slightest. He was uncovering a lot these days.
So much for keeping composure.
Chapter 2
Summary:
Everything had been going great.
Really, it had.
Notes:
sorry that this chapter is a bit shorter, next few should compensate :3 enjoy!!
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Everything had been going great.
Really, it had.
Now that Stone fully and truly admitted to himself that he was in love with his boss, his top priority over the next few weeks became making the accompanying… side effects unnoticeable to the Doctor. He did not want to bother him, least of all with such ‘base desires’, as the Doctor himself had put it after a truly abysmal and unproductive meeting that had been held in a room decorated for Valentine’s Day. While Stone could appreciate the holiday for its intended meaning, he had long since formed a distaste towards the fabricated, capitalistic version of it that people swooned over. As it was, the Doctor had nearly vomited when entering the room, proceeded to spend half of his presentation showcasing the Badniks by shooting down heart-shaped balloons and held a brand-new, completely separate rant for Stone to enthusiastically listen to back at the lab.
Stone was sure of the Doctor’s rejection, and as such, he learned to yearn from a distance. Looking back, he had gotten some good practice in already. He should have realized his feeling way sooner, but he digressed. He was sure that he had perfected the art by week three, no matter how difficult the Doctor made it.
Right now, the distance between them was about five meters. He stood behind Robotnik’s chair, where its owner sat shrimp-like and deep in thought. After another glance in Stone’s direction (a more regular occurrence this month for some reason), Robotnik launched towards him with an outstretched finger pointed at Stone’s chest in a matter of seconds.
“Why are you avoiding me?”
‘Perfected’ my ass.
“What do you mean, Doctor?” He swallowed.
At that, Robotnik gasped affronted. He retracted his hand from Stone’s immediate vicinity to point behind him and hissed, “Pin yourself to the wall.”
Without thinking twice, the agent complied, pressing his back as closely as possible to the wall behind him with his hand on his chest. Robotnik’s arms crowded Stone in with no escape path in sight. He towered Stone and leered at him, eyes boring into his. Stone felt heat rise in his cheeks.
“Now, don’t play dumb with me sycophant, you know I hate that. Answer me.”
“I’m sorry, Doctor. I’ve just had a lot on my mind recently.”
“And what, pray tell, would that be?” He leaned in closer.
Stone shook his head slightly. “It’s nothing you need to worry about, Doctor. I have it under control–”
A thundering SLAM next to Stone’s head interrupts him. “Do not tell me what I need or needn’t worry about!” Robotnik was properly fuming now. “I decide what is worth my time and my agent underperforming is distinctively one of them.” With each word, his volume and emphasis increases, the storm that was Robotnik becoming a hurricane the more he escalated. “Productivity has already gone down by a whooping 47% and I simply cannot have that kind of sloppy work around here, capiche?!”
Despite Robotnik’s presence, Stone’s focus was split between how embarrassingly turned on he was by Robotnik deep in his element. He breathed heavily at the sight, chest constricting as the tip of their noses barely brushed.
It pained him that he had caused such a negative impact and would certainly work on it, but for now, he knew Robotnik needed to let it out, to be able to check this off his to-do list, and finally return to his project again. Robotnik took no notice of his Agents dreamy state, continuing his barrage of disbelief. “There is nothing on this marble ball in space that is more sacred than my working conditions, and I expected more from you.”
An embarrassing sound escaped him.
It could have been seconds, minutes, or years that passed, Stone wouldn’t be able to tell. But in that moment, time froze. The Doctor’s face was blank as he slowly stepped back and let go of Stone. He hadn’t even realized Robotnik had been holding him by the lapels of his suit.
“Wait, Doctor, it’s not-”
“Spare me, Agent. Go.”
Oh, shit. He messed up, big. This wasn’t how he was supposed to find out. He wasn’t ever supposed to find out.
The Doctor was turned slightly away from him, looking around the lab as if waiting for Stone to finally take the hint.
Even the thought of leaving Robotnik’s side left him breathless, a pain so heavy and pointed in his chest he dismissed the thought altogether. He couldn’t let that happen. He wouldn’t survive.
Carefully, he unglued himself from the wall to follow Robotnik and kneaded his hands together.
“I’m sorry, Doctor, I won’t let it get in the way of work any more. I promise. Please, just please don’t fire me. I love working for you, and I’ll get it under control, but please don’t send me away.”
Robotnik scoffed, not meeting his eyes, “Maybe you really are stupid. Why would I fire you, sycophant. I have no reason to. It doesn’t bother me that you’re instinctually frightened by me, as long as productivity goes up again.”
Wait.
“What?”
“I don’t see productivity going up, Agent Stone. Chop chop, get to it.” Back now fully turned towards Stone, he waved a hand in a vague direction.
No. No, this wouldn’t do. Stone couldn’t move on like this, even if it gave him an out. He would be lying. Robotnik hated liars. “Doctor, I’m not afraid of you.”
“Will I have to mourn your singular braincell, Stone?”
“I’m being honest.”
“I’m never wrong.”
An irresistible force meets an immovable object. Robotnik turned around staring at him defiantly, as if daring him to continue. Ever the stubborn, Stone did. “Why do you think I’m afraid of you?”
“I don’t think so, sycophant, I know so. You are exhibiting all the classic signs. Trembling limbs, slight sweat, dilated pupils, shortness of breath. Not to mention that noise you made while cowering.”
Oh. Oh my God. Stone’s eyebrows shot up and his eyes widened. Oh wow. An involuntary chuckle escaped him, followed by a quick hand covering his mouth.
Wrong move. Stone felt like an idiot as he saw Robotnik’s face scrunch up even more in growing fury. “What the hell are you laughing about?!”
Quickly trying to placate him, Stone quickly recovered and waved his hands in denial. “No, no, I’m not laughing. Those symptoms, I’m not exhibiting them out of fear, Doctor.”
“Oh! What else could it be then, hm? Enlighten me.” With a sneer, he crossed his arms.
Stone looked into Robotnik’s eyes and made a decision. Slowly, deliberately, he stepped closer to him. And closer. And closer.
Each step, he stayed on the look-out for any aversion but found none, until he was finally as close to Robotnik as before. This time, Stone was crowding Robotnik in against the back of his chair. Despite their height difference, he felt something between them shift, their power dynamic foreignly switching. Stone’s skin was on fire. He was burning up from the inside out. All of his senses were locked onto Robotnik. The scent of motor oil, graphite and burnt materials. The sound of Robotnik’s shuddered breathing. The feeling of their bodies pressed against each other.
He had wondered what he’d taste like. A burst of giddiness bubbled in his chest at the thought of finding out, and he had to refrain from expressing it again, knowing the Doctor would not take it positively.
Stone let his eyes wander, down Robotnik’s neck, his chest, his torso. Those hips, that could sway in hypnotic patterns. His flexing arms holding himself upright against the chair. Robotnik arching against it to keep balance and breathing heavier than before, but not pulling away. Stone’s gaze fixated on that a bit longer, before sweeping back up and locking onto Robotnik’s.
He could see the gears moving behind the other’s eyes, and the slight confusion as he seemed to still be working out this particular puzzle. Not to worry, Stone was a diligent assistant. He’d rectify that soon enough.
Their noses were brushing against each other again. His heart skipped a beat. In this position, they were breathing in the others’ air. Letting Robotnik adjust, they stayed in that awkward position for a few seconds until, voice low and gravely, Stone murmured, “Tell me to stop and I will.”
And then he kissed him.
Notes:
I crave drama and conflict
I’ve written 7k in total since Monday I am unbeatable
next chapter is gonna be Robotnik’s POV of the past few weeks, so it’ll take a bit longer since I'm only half-way through with it. after that its pure smut for you FREAKS (my draft for that chapter is at 4k and not even finished yet lol)
Chapter 3
Summary:
Narrowing his eyes, Ivo squinted at his agent, who seemed deep in thought over an E-Mail.
Something was amiss, and Ivo was sure to figure it out.
Notes:
I PROMISE this is the last time I tease you guys, next chapter is smut galore!! I felt the need to establish their relation a bit more, else it all just felt too empty and impersonal. For this, you get Ivo’s POV ^^
any science inaccuracies are to be ignored pls and thx <3
I'm surprising myself with the amount of writing I've been able to do, even after catching a stupid cold, so I'm treating you guys to a very early new chapter (proofreading was minimal and I'm not a native english speaker pls forgive any mistakes [if it's major dont hesitate to point it out])
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Stone was the only other person on earth besides Ivo who seemed to not only possess more than two braincells, but also managed to rub them together to be a functioning member of the human race. Efficient. Precise. Obedient. Like a well-oiled machine. His appreciation for some bare-minimum competence had nothing to do with the accompanying heart palpitations whenever Stone successfully complied with an order. It was an expectation; any less and he would have been fired due to an unsatisfactory performance. And maybe some heart disease. He would have to research more thoroughly, although it had almost become routine at this point. Whatever, he’d care about it when he wanted to.
Ivo, at some undetermined point in time, had started to hope it wouldn’t ever come to such a let-down. Though he’d never admit it, Stone’s services had become invaluable to him. Especially those heavenly lattes.
Which is why Ivo couldn’t help but fume as he felt the tell-tale twinge of disappointment twist his insides. He’d gotten his hopes up one damn time, thinking he had finally found someone breaking the norm and not desperately rutting against G.U.N.’s leg any chance they got, and Stone just had to disappoint him. How dare he?! His sycophant thought he was slick! But nothing escaped the great mind of Doctor Doctor Doctor Doctor Doctor Ivo Robotnik.
A genius never rested, unable to turn off his brain while information flitted back and forth raw and unfiltered, and in turn, nothing came close to Ivo’s pattern recognition. Even the slightest change struck out like a thorn digging deep into his side.
Looking down at the steaming beverage in his hands, Ivo sat frozen in place, barely aware of Stone moving back to his seat again. The art depicted Ivo’s logo surrounded by his beloved Badniks.
One of them had a smudged outline.
Stone loved his babies. Why, Ivo didn’t know, glad that another person appreciated them for more than their tactical use. He would never, in a bazillion years, dare sully their image so blatantly. Narrowing his eyes, Ivo squinted at his agent, who seemed deep in thought over an E-Mail.
Something was amiss, and Ivo was sure to figure it out.
The second time Ivo noticed that something strange was up with is agent was a week later during one of Commander Walter’s ‘lab inspections’ – aka him trying to scope out whether Robotnik was doing any unsanctioned business. As if he’d be able to tell the multitude of projects on Ivo’s workbench apart.
“What were you working on over there?”
Bingo. Proven right again. Ivo batted his hand in the air dismissively. “The Badniks are always
At that, Walters frowned. “Why change what already works?”
Simple-minded idiotic moron. How the government was still standing he’d never know. Oh wait, he did. He was the reason. Without his superior technology, old Uncle Sam would have kicked the bucket thrice over by now. No, that’s too generous. Quintuple over.
“Innovation is the key to superiority. If you’re not moving with the times, you will be left behind.
But don’t think too hard about it, wouldn’t want you to pull a muscle.”
Walters’ perpetually sour face twitched. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. I know you’ve been wanting to upgrade your little den here.” He slid a finger across the table and inspected his finger pretending to check for dirt. “Of course, we can be generous and grant you the necessary budget for such, but you have been slacking, Ivo.” Walters looked from his finger to him. “I don’t like that one bit.”
“Boohoo, did wittle ol' me hurt your precious feelings?”
“I know you know exactly what the consequences are. The fact that we even allot you the amount of money we do should have you writing ‘Thank You’ cards every day.”
“The postal office must have lost them.”
Walters narrowed his eyes. “Enough with the sass. We give you a margin, and you deliver. When you don’t, we cut your budget. That way, you can say bye-bye to your fancy lab space, your robots, and anything else of value to us. Easy-peasy.”
Ivo pursed his lips, “Easy-peasy.”
He hated this, hated being at the whim of Walters, hated the knowledge that Walters was right. It disgusted him.
“I knew you’d come to your senses.” He lifted his arm and reached to pat Ivo’s cheek like some common dog. Instantly, Ivo yanked his head back and out of vicinity of the offending body part, but such wouldn’t have been necessary when he saw Stone (when did he get here?) grip the Commander’s frail wrist and push it away harshly.
Affronted, Walters gasped, “What the hell do you think you’re doing agent?”
“Apologies, Commander,” Stone said dryly.
Was Stone… upset? Angry? Ivo had never seen Stone display such disdain for, well, anyone. His agent was usually an obsessively positive person, bright smiles always directed his way he looked at him. No matter what absurd or unethical order Ivo dictated, he would happily comply, executing it to perfection an beyond. His usually complacent agent was showing this other side he hadn’t know yet. Interesting.
But also: What the fuck was he doing?!
Before Walters could reply, Ivo intervened. “Commander, no need to fret. My agent here was merely following my orders. He is to prevent anyone within a one meter fifty radius of getting closer.”
“I should have the sheer disrespect against my person written up, but I will be generous and see past your loss of control this once. I’m sure you will handle it accordingly.”
“Your meagre attempt to assert dominance through such a puerile gesture is not only inefficacious but also indicative of a profound lack of confidence within oneself. Your insights today have been as enlightening as a shorted-out solenoid, and I’m sure you have equally pressing matters to attend to elsewhere.”
He didn’t take a single breath in between words, rattling them down. To his anticipated dismay, a confused nonplussed face looked back at him.
Stone let go of Walters to readjust his sleeves before he spoke up. “The Doctor thinks you’re insecure and should leave.”
The Commander closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He threw a last meaningful glance towards Ivo before quickly saying his goodbyes and strutting towards the exit.
As soon as the doors to the lab closed. Ivo swivelled around to confront Stone.
“What the hell was that?!”
Stone stammered slightly, “I- I’m sorry, Doctor. I don’t know what came over me.”
“Liar liar pants on fire, you know exactly what you did.” The Doctor grabbed him by the lapels of his suit. “And you know I hate liars.” Pushing further, they quickly reached the wall. Stone breathed slightly heavier beneath him, pressed firmly against it. Ivo tilted his head at the reaction but paid it no further mind.
Stone looked at him and held eye contact for a few seconds before relenting with a sigh, blowing out the tension he’d held in his body with it. Before speaking again, he looked away, as if searching for the right words. “It bothered me how he spoke to you. The nerve he had to disrespect you like that, to your face? I got so angry that I… miscalculated. I’ve made a fool of myself, and worse, made my bad manners reflect badly back onto you. I’m truly sorry, Doctor.”
Regret dripped from every word out of his sycophant’s mouth and Ivo had known Stone for long enough to be able to tell when he was being truthful. Still, it didn’t absolve him of his behaviour.
“Stone, do you know why I permit Walters to lay foot in my lab?”
“No, Doctor.”
“Exactly. You don’t. Because you are not the owner of this lab. I am. You are trivial, insignificant in this equation, so you should be grateful for being allowed to breathe the air near me. Just because you don’t like Walters in my lab doesn’t mean you can stomp all over and make decisions. I have my motives and you are simply going to have to live in the unknown.”
“Yes, Doctor,” Stone mumbled resigned.
Ivo pinched the bridge of his nose. “Listen, I don’t like it any more than you do. Some things are sadly unavoidable. For now.” He cocked a brow. “One day, we won’t have to bother with those imbeciles. I trust you’ll know were your loyalties lie.”
“With you, always,” Stone said quickly, almost breathless. It made Ivo’s insides tingle just a little. Wanting to test his agent, he proposed the question, “Stone, what would you call Walters’ intelligence?”
“A medical miracle but a moral tragedy?”
He barked out a startled laugh, “My my Stone, someone’s cheeky today!”
“I learned from the best, didn’t I?” Stone smirked with a twinkle in his eye. Ivo would never admit it, but he liked this confident, bold version of his usually docile agent.
“Careful now, don’t let it inflate your ego. That would be so tacky.”
Without further comment, Stone smiled at him before moving back to his station.
That blinding smile.
Ivo lingered on Stone’s facial structure for just a second longer.
Robotnik wasn’t blind, he could clearly recognize an objectively attractive man, and Stone was very good-looking. Objectively speaking. Paired with his relentless diligence and care he put forth, Ivo didn’t doubt he’d double his devotions for an actual life partner.
Sometimes Robotnik wondered why Stone then didn’t seem to have one. Maybe Robotnik didn’t know about them? Stone could just as well have kept his private life separate. Robotnik quickly dismissed that as a viable option. He had done a thorough background check before each and every agent G.U.N. sent his way, distrusting their motives and capabilities. Sure enough, Stone’s file had been blank of any relations besides the sections he had worked in. Many other G.U.N. agents had a private life with family and friends. So how come Stone didn’t?
It certainly had nothing to do with the man himself. He was ideal partner material. Stone seemed to be able to pull off the disgusting cliché romanticism and dreadful customs that came with courtship. Anyone would be happy to have him. Ivo could picture it: Stone hand in hand with another, cherished and beloved. Somehow, the thought instantly soured his mood. He shook his head to clear it like an etch-n-sketch. He must have lingered a lot longer than he thought, as Stone was already getting up and headed towards the kitchen area. Before he could think better of it, he yelled to get his attention.
“Stone!” His agent turned his head towards him. As casually as he could, Ivo vaguely gestured at him. “I like the interpretation thingy. Keep doing that. It’s only half the fun when people don’t get my insults.”
A smile bigger and brighter than the sun itself stretched across Stone’s face. “Yes, Doctor!”
Whereas the occurrence the previous week had been amusing, this was decidedly not.
Number one mistake was not immediately showing up when Ivo called. He hadn’t noticed at first, engrossed in the final touch-ups of his new invention. When he went to grab his latte absent-mindedly, his fingers closed against nothing. Confused, Ivo looked up and around the lab. No latte and no Stone in sight.
A quick search lead to Ivo finding Stone in the mechanic workshop. From this angle, Ivo could only see dark dress pants peeking out from under a motorcycle. He cleared his throat loudly.
He heard a loud thud followed by quiet cursing, and Stone emerged from his position with a hand rubbing his head. Ivo’s mouth dried.
Like some Victorian revealing their ankle, Stone had forgone his usual button-up and tailored suit for a – previously white but now covered in grime and motor oil – tank top, showing off his upper body. Ivo knew that Stone had been a field agent before his employment as his assistant, but to see physical evidence was another thing. Stone must exercise regularly though to maintain the amount of muscle mass he had. His arms flexed slightly. Ivo checked the air conditioning with his gloves if it was set too high. He lowered the temperature in the entire lab to be safe
Enough with these involuntary thoughts. He reminded himself of why he’d sought his agent in the first place. “Stone! Why are you dilly-dallying around here? I called for my late, so why the hell did I have too not only wait, but get up from my very important work?!”
“Doctor! Apologies, I must have not heard you, that’s entirely on me.”
Hmpf. “See to it that such gross negligence doesn’t occur again,” he added, “and dress yourself properly, HR would have a field day with you. You sicken me.”
Stone got up and started packing his tools, wiping the sweat from his face. He was getting away too easily for such a screw up. His usual disciplinary actions would have no effects on Stone, the bastard enjoyed doing menial tasks if it benefited Ivo. An idea conceptualized in his mind.
“On second thought, skip the clothes. Matter of fact, get rid of the rest.”
Stone’s eyes widened. He croaked, “What?”
Once they reached the lab again and Stone had stripped down to his undergarments, Ivo positioned Stone on an elevated platform. His limbs had to be at just the right angle, so he meticulously moved every part of Stone’s body. At each touch it seemed that Stone would shiver. “This test will only work if you stop moving, sycophant. This is what you get for your lack of compliance. You didn’t want to move and do your job? You don’t get to move at all.”
“Of course, Doctor,” he gritted through his teeth. In the dim light of the lab, shadows were cast on his tense, lean muscles by Badniks flying by. Not that Ivo took any notice, no.
When he was satisfied, he went back to the workbench and picked up four solid metal cuffs that had a slight gap. The inner side was lined with electrodes emitting a soft glow in his signature red.
He calculated the required distance between each cuff in his head spontaneously. After that, he took them and fastened the first over Stone’s left wrist with a click!, goosebumps visibly spreading across the agent’s skin. Ivo knew the cold equipment must have been discomforting, but such was the nature of science. Comfort was not on the menu. He held the other cuffs in his hand just a tad longer before attaching it to the right wrist, and lastly around each ankle.
Ivo smirked. This would revolutionize biometric data collection, taking person-based monitoring and effective evaluation of internal factors even further. Simple fingerprint scans or facial recognition would become a thing of the past. By attaching one of the metal cuffs, the intended effect was creating a unique identification pattern through a combination of DNA sampling and scanning bioelectricity. Soon, he would decrease the size, until they could be worn as jewellery.
To fully test the entire scope of these prototypes he wanted to compare the results of each cuff on a base subject, in this case his ‘volunteer’. The collected information should be the exact same across all four. Because it was still a work-in-progress, the electric sensors wouldn’t work through fabric, so Stone’s current state was paramount for the intended success.
“That’s amazing, Doctor!”
Oh, he must have been rambling out loud. Good thing his sycophant always proved to be an attentive audience. His enthusiasm couldn’t be curbed. Maybe he’d be more lenient on Stone after this.
The manic grin on Ivo’s face grew even more. “Let the fun begin!!”
In between each data sequence, Ivo would come up to the platform and readjust the cuffs as well as realigned Stone’s limbs that strained in their position.
Over time though, Ivo noticed differences in his data batches. Each record showed Stone’s vitals had changed. Elevated heart rate. More sweat despite the modified air conditioning. Increased respiration. Those vitals ebbed back to some base level by the end of each sequence, but as soon as Ivo had returned to his chair to start the new one, the data be all over the place. It screwed his results up, is what it did.
It annoyed him to no end. The data was unusable because his sycophant couldn’t take his work seriously. Of course, he should have expected this outcome. No one ever did.
He stepped back up to his and removed the cuffs. “If you can’t concentrate I have no use for you. Take your clothes and prepare me a latte,” he dismissed him and massaged his temples slowly.
As soon as he finished his sentence, Stone hurried away. For some reason, he covered his front with the pile of clothes he collected and ducked his head while retreating.
Whatever. Back to work.
Or, not really. Ivo’s mind couldn’t let go of it. Stone had been acting weirder and weirder the more Ivo allowed time to pass without proper action.
It was decided. He wouldn’t talk to Stone for the rest of the week, save the occasional demand for lattes. Yeah. That would show him. Let him come back crawling on his knees.
By Sunday, Ivo was properly riled up. The week had been uneventful.
It pissed him off.
What was the point if Stone didn’t even notice he was being punished?!
He had been stealing glances at his agent this past hour trying to decipher the riddle he was presented with. Slouched over one of his projects, he just couldn’t get his mind to focus, drifting off and wandering thoughts always ending up back at Stone. His agent seemed as diligent as ever, but had been making too many mistakes. He was distracted, slipping up and acting uncharacteristically avoidant. It was very unusual. Had he murdered a man? Ivo wouldn’t care and Stone knew so, cross that off the list.
After mulling over it for a few more minutes, Ivo decided to get it straight from the source. “Why are you avoiding me?”
His agent looked up, caught off-guard. Very unusual indeed. Ivo’s eye twitched. “What do you mean, Doctor?”
Robotnik launched towards him with an outstretched finger pointed at Stone’s chest in a matter of seconds. The disrespect, could Stone really not see exactly what he’d been doing? Fuming, he hissed, “Pin yourself to the wall.”
In an instant, his agent complied, pressing his back as closely as possible to the wall behind him with a hand on his chest. He caged Stone by placing a hand on each side of his head and leaned over him, his height a very useful advantage. Ivo scrutinized his agent whose eyes never left his. So attentive at times. Right. ow though, Ivo was on a mission for answers.
“Now, don’t play dumb with me sycophant, you know I hate that. Answer me.”
“I’m sorry, Doctor. I’ve just had a lot on my mind recently.”
What a joke. Weak excuses. What else could he possibly be thinking about. “And what, pray tell, would that be?”
Stone shook his head slightly. “It’s nothing you need to worry about, Doctor. I have it under control–”
That’s it. Something about the way Stone said it made Ivo’s neurons rapid-fire and blow a few fuses; his patience had run out. He slammed his hand close to Stone’s face to make him stop talking. “Do not tell me what I need or needn’t worry about! I decide what is worth my time and my agent underperforming is distinctively one of them.” He grew louder and louder, trying to emphasize to his agent exactly what was bothering him by shaking him slightly by the lapels of his suit. “Productivity has already gone down by a whooping 47% and I simply cannot have that kind of sloppy work around here, capiche?!”
Stone’s chest rose higher due to his heavy breathing, pushing their bodies closer until their noses brushed against each other.
Again with these strange reactions. A theory formed in his head. But that couldn’t be it. He continued, “There is nothing on this marble ball in space that is more sacred than my working conditions, and I expected more from you.”
Stone whimpered. Ivo froze.
So his theory was correct. Ivo had never been more disappointed to be proven right.
What a nonsensical reaction his pathetically human condition forced upon him. All that mattered was practicality. He ignored the twinge he felt reducing Stone’s value to his convenient serviceability. Stay objective. Facts don’t care about feelings.
He slowly detached himself from his agent and stepped back. “Wait, Doctor, it’s not-”
“Spare me, Agent. Go.” With that, he turned around, unable to face Stone any more. He’d let him continue his tasks, but he couldn’t be in the same room any more.
Who cared if Stone was scared of him? He certainly didn’t. So what if he had thought to have finally found one person, just a singular being, who tolerated him for who he was.
In the end, this would have always been his fate. In every universe, he would end up alone.
Why did it have to hurt in this one?
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Stone still leaning against the wall, cruelly unmoving. Take the hint.
Of course, his insufferable agent did the exact opposite.
“I’m sorry, Doctor, I won’t let it get in the way of work any more. I promise. Please, just please don’t fire me. I love working for you, and I’ll get it under control, but please don’t send me away.”
Ivo scoffed. So Stone did know what he’d been talking about. He didn’t know where he’d gotten such ridiculous ideas from. Firing Stone? It was as much a impossible scenario as it was for Walters to take the stick out of his ass. “Maybe you really are stupid. Why would I fire you, sycophant. I have no reason to. It doesn’t bother me that you’re instinctually frightened by me, as long as productivity goes up again.”
Whoops. He hadn’t meant to say that. Stone must have contaminated him. Ivo never made mistakes.
“What?”
Why was his agent adamant on being extra dense today? “I don’t see productivity going up, Agent Stone. Chop chop, get to it.” Back now fully turned towards Stone, he waved a hand in a vague direction.
“Doctor, I’m not afraid of you.”
Ivo groaned, “Will I have to mourn your singular braincell, Stone?”
“I’m being honest.”
“I’m never wrong.”
They held a staring contest until Stone opened his dirty, lying mouth, “Why do you think I’m afraid of you?”
“I don’t think so, sycophant, I know so. You are exhibiting all the classic signs. Trembling limbs, slight sweat, dilated pupils, shortness of breath. Not to mention that noise you made while cowering.”
Instantly, Stone’s facial expression shifted. He seemed shocked.
Hah! Caught you there!
Ivo’s bitter triumph was short-lived when his agent chuckled. His blood began to boil. “What the hell are you laughing about?!”
“No, no, I’m not laughing. Those symptoms, I’m not exhibiting them out of fear, Doctor.” Stone tried to deny.
“Oh! What else could it be then, hm? Enlighten me.” With a sneer, he crossed his arms.
They locked eyes again. Time moved slowly as Stone stepped closer and closer towards him. The tension between them was palpable. Ivo’s hairs bridles at the base of his neck. His breath shuddered while Stone deliberately scanned him before returning back up. Ivo had to hold himself upright on the back of his chair to accommodate their closeness. He’d never been on this side before. He didn’t object to it though, even if it confused him. He was kind of curious about what Stone was doing. The encompassing form against his was a nice bonus.
Their noses brushed against each other again. His heart skipped a beat.
Stone murmured, “Tell me to stop and I will.”
And then he kissed him.
Notes:
“like a well-oiled machine” so you want to see Stone oiled up?? 🤨
I kind of lost track of this chapter at some point, it basically wrote itself and I just went with it haha HOW IS IT 4k??
what I have had to come to terms with is that, even though I’m a perfectionist who plans everything out, my writing process is basically go-with-the-flow, write it down as soon as the idea hits, even if that idea is for a scene wayyy later on, and the in-between is written down in bullet points to add later
I feel like Ivo is the kind of person to project hard without realizing he’s misreading the entire situation (me coded), he has the emotional awareness of a wet blanket at this point in time TwT
I had thought of doing so but had scraped it because I thought it could drag the story too much, but since at least one person seemed interested i thought why not :D plus it’s my fic I can do whatever I want
hope you enjoyed it, and till next chapter ;)
Chapter 4
Summary:
freak4freak action
Chapter Text
The kiss lasted a few seconds, seconds in which Stone took in each and every sensation. Robotnik’s lips were slightly chapped and tasted of one of his lattes. The buzz in his veins added to the weightlessness he felt, better than any high a mere drug could produce. Drawing back from the other, he found Robotnik wide-eyed and dazed and with parted lips. Dishevelled. Unmade by a kiss.
Their eyes met.
This time, Stone didn’t hold back from lapping at the other’s mouth like a starving dog, trying to see how far Robotnik would let him explore. His hold on Robotnik’s waist tightened as if he’d vanish as soon as Stone let go, to be yet another torturous dream his mind came up with.
Robotnik, obviously unaccustomed to this new dynamic and very disgruntled, yanked at Stone’s shoulder with one hand, the other bracing firmly on the chair, trying to switch their positions around and regain higher ground. Stone, in response, held Robotnik’s hips securely, anchoring them together and nipping at his lips in a playful, reprimanding bite. He heard Robotnik’s breath hitch, although he was still struggling against the strenuous hold. That just wouldn’t do. He needed to be closer.
In a swift motion, Stone pulled Robotnik forward, swivelling the chair to push him back into it. With a surprised hmpf!, the Doctor fell into his seat, closely followed by Stone who practically threw himself into his lap. Leaning over, he deepened their kiss once more. Robotnik’s initial defiance weakened under Stone’s steady administration and it took him a lot of effort to hold back a smirk in satisfaction, not willing to sacrifice the sacred moment.
Stone took his sweet time trying to figure out what made the Doctor tick. After thoroughly mapping out his mouth, Stone moved on to Robotnik’s jaw, licking and kissing and sucking every spot, focusing on and studying the ones that garnered a reaction from him. Small shudders and quiet noises spilling from Robotnik’s mouth meant ‘continue’, a head twitch ‘more’, a gasp ‘right there’. Stone quickly became fluent in Robotnik, and the litany of ‘yes’ he saw was permanently etched into his brain.
The last thing he wanted to do was rush into it and overwhelm Robotnik. It was clear in his movements and their passionate make-out that the Doctor wasn’t completely inexperienced, but Stone couldn’t imagine the last few decades to have played any part in that. Younger Robotnik still at University must have been a vision considering his good looks now. He was never one to be upstaged by others; Stone could only hope to fulfil his standards.
Fumbling slightly out of nervousness, he repositioned his thigh to push between the other’s legs and slightly part them. Stone’s head swan as he felt a noticeable hardness press against him before he began to lazily grind down at an agonizingly slow speed.
Robotnik under him matched his rhythm. Their breaths mingled as Stone rested his forehead against the others’. It was enough to make a grown man weep at how good it felt.
It wasn’t in Robotnik’s nature to comply for any longer than he deemed fit, so it came to no surprise for Stone when the man beneath him grew impatient with his slow approach yet again and bucked his hips upward with a wicked smirk. The unexpected movement brought stars to Stone’s vision as his mind blanked. He braced himself on one of the armrests and breathed out harshly through his nose to not finish right then and there like some hormonal teenager.
“Not so tough now, are you?” Robotnik haughtily taunted. Clearly, he was amusing himself, trying to get a rise out of his agent.
Stone, however, chose not to reply and placed a hand on Robotnik’s abdomen, and pushed him down again with an airy chuckle. “Patience, Doctor.” Stones lips trailed kisses along Robotnik’s neck. He ghosted over his pulse for a second. Affronted, Robotnik opened his mouth to retort, only to choke on a hissing moan as Stone bit him between jaw and neck, right below his ear. The agent quickly pressed an assuaging kiss above the reddening area to ease the sting.
Stone blinked as he admired his work, considering the other carefully. Marked as his. No one would get to see him like this, get to touch him and make him feel good like Stone could.
He’d have to be careful not to let it get to his head.
Loud whining from Robotnik brought him back to reality. He quickly resumed his previous activity as his hands began to explore, sliding up and down the exposed waist. God, if only Robotnik knew how hot he looked.
The shirt covering the view was getting annoying though. He needed to touch that delicious skin beneath, right now. Stone began opening the buttons of Robotnik’s dress shirt, pausing to whisper, “Is this okay?” The only response he got was a low hum. Not sure if it was in response to his question or to his mouth still caressing the thoroughly flush skin, he insisted, mumbling against the flushed clavicle, “I need you to say it, please.”
An annoyed, breathless huff escaped Robotnik as he finally conceded, “Jesus how obvious does it have to be? Get on with it!”
That’s as much confirmation as he’d get, so Stone wasted no time and quickly fumbled with the remaining buttons. One by one, more of that gorgeous skin became available for his mouth to explore, sucking and licking at the Doctor’s collarbone where hickeys soon bloomed and painted his body a beautiful shade. Finally, when he undid the last one, he pushed the fabric to flow over his shoulders. Robotnik quickly shook it off to free his arms.
Holding his torso with one hand, Stone slid the other down the Doctor’s arms tracing each and every square centimetre, until dipping his fingers below the fabric of a glove. At the same time, Stone returned to the still sensitive bite mark below his jaw and grazed his teeth over it.
Robotnik sucked in a harsh, stuttering breath. His grip tightened on Stone’s shoulder, squeezing it almost painfully so. It was a delicious ache, to feel his lover dig into his flesh, taking whatever he needed and knowing Stone would gladly provide..
In their position, Stone could feel the other fighting to stay quiet. He continued his administration, lightly tracing the hands that, despite everyone believing the contrary, were never destructive by design. Stone had never felt more safe, being surrounded by Robotnik’s inventions. His fingers continued their administration, followed every line, circled muscles, and dipped into each crevice. It was maddening.
Evidently, he had the same effect on Robotnik, as he bucked up yet again, his body straining to do so due to their position. Ever the patient one, Stone tried to tenderly push him back down, but this time Robotnik wouldn’t budge. He hooked his legs around Stone, trying to pull him in, eager to speed up the process. Robotnik’s eyes locked into Stone’s, a mix of determination and desire flickering within them. He could feel the heat radiating from Robotnik’s body, the urgency in his movement. Stone removed his hand from the glove and placed it back at his hips. The struggle between them was palpable, a dance of wills that neither seemed ready to lose. Usually he was all but willing to keep up a good fight, not caring who or how or in what configuration the participating parties ended up in. Too bad for Robotnik; Stone was not in the mood for some tug-of-war right now. He clenched his jaw and growled, “Stop fucking moving.” He didn’t think twice before swiftly putting more force behind his hold, pushing Robotnik back into the chair and pinning him with a knee, where said man laid still, unblinking.
Then he realized what he had done. He had given Robotnik an order.
And he had complied.
“…”
They both stared at each other. Stone tried to back-pedal, “Doctor, I am–”
“Do it again.”
It was barely a whisper, but Stone heard it. Robotnik’s eyes were glassy, lips parted and a blush reaching the tips of his ears. Stone’s voice faltered for a second. “Are you sure?”
The hand gripping Stone’s shoulder tightened as Robotnik broke eye contact. “Don’t make me say it again.”
Well, he could never truly deny the Doctor from what he wanted.
“Then get up.” Robotnik could not have followed through quicker, although they kind of forgot what position they were in, leading to Stone having to catch himself lest he completely toppled over. Once he found his footing again, he glanced back up. Robotnik stood as determined as ever, leering at Stone, head held high, awaiting his next move.
Oh, the power was getting to Stone’s head alright. Blood was rushing downwards so quickly it was dizzying. The endorphins his body was producing were most definitely through the roof. It was intoxicating.
Bodies never leaving the immediate proximity to another, they started stumbling towards Robotnik’s bedroom. His wide smile made it harder to stay locked together, but Stone could not contain his joy, simply changing angles sloppily. Robotnik certainly didn’t seem to mind.
Robotnik’s knees hit the bed and in one fell swoop, he was promptly sat on top of the comforter.
Making sure not to overwhelm the Doctor, he carefully lowered himself to be level with Robotnik and knelt on one knee. Stone opened the other’s pants and pulled them off without much fanfare, folding them neatly and placing them on a nearby chair. Just as meticulously, he untied the shoes and placed them out of the way. The quiet should have been awkward and uncomfortable, but – as was anything with Robotnik – he could not have felt more at ease. He knew the Doctor was watching him with laser focus, analysing his every move. Stone preened under the attention.
He positioned himself back on his knees in front of Robotnik and nudged his legs to open, slotting between them without yet giving attention to the damp spot tenting in his boxers.
Instead, Stone looked up and whispered, “Lay down.”
Robotnik did not move. Hesitantly, he dared, “Why should I?”
“Why?” In a fraction of a second, Stone shot up to level with Robotnik and murmured, “I thought we went over this: Because I told you to.” With a bruising kiss Stone captured his willing mouth, as if this outcome had been planned all along. Sneaky bastard.
He kept pressing until the Doctor’s arms gave out underneath him, causing him to fall backwards. They continued making out for a few more minutes, the only sounds quiet gasps and rustling clothes and smacking lips. Neither was willing to let the other go just yet. Eventually though, the need to breathe bested them. The wide grin on Stone mirrored Robotnik’s. “Let me continue elsewhere again, yeah?”
Robotnik’s expression only dimmed slightly as he bit his lower lip in anticipation. To ease his nerves, Stone placed kisses along exposed skin and moved lower and lower.
He trailed along his abdomen, zeroing in on the spots that made Robotnik’s belly quiver, quiet huffs and moans escaping him. Stone’s grip on Robotnik’s thighs tightened, and in response, Robotnik groaned and threw his head to the side, eyes tightly shut. “You don’t need to do that, I know it’s not the best part of me.”
“Huh? What do you mean?” Stone looked up in concern and caressed him.
“Stone, I’ve seen what you look underneath your suit, don’t pretend like I’m able to compare.”
“You haven’t understood yet, then. My apologies Doctor, I should have had the foresight to avoid this. If you think I wouldn’t want you in any way shape or form you are in, you’d be sorely mistaken. I am flattered you consider me attractive, but the same is to be said about you.”
Robotnik gasped, “I don’t-”
“No. Please. Don’t disagree with me on this.” He grazed his teeth along the soft tissue as a warning. “I don’t think you understand what you do to me, Doctor. When you’re in your element, working on your inventions. During scientific testing, when you know exactly what should and will happen. God, when you’re dancing. Right now, the way you let me make you feel good. You don’t even know what you do to me. Let me give back. You can let go here. You’re in safe hands.”
Slow and torturous, Stone continued his administration with his mouth while moving a finger to circle a nipple. He was rewarded with a loud strangled moan from Robotnik. So he was sensitive.
Stone thumbed the nub, flicking it repeatedly and switching to the other one when Robotnik started squirming away instead of towards the stimulus. God, he wanted to get his mouth on them, but he was sure Robotnik would get too overwhelmed by the sensation.
He continued on for a few more seconds and moved on, Robotnik’s thighs his new target. First, he nibbled at them, pulling at the skin teasingly. Goosebumps spread across Robotnik’s skin at the attentiveness while Stone began sucking more pretty bruises into the supple flesh and grazing his teeth along the inner side.
In this singular moment, Stone’s heart swooned, metaphorically flying out of his chest and drawing loops in the air. The man he admired, the man he loved, who he had been pining over and dreaming of for way longer than he had initially thought, was at his mercy. He was permitting Stone to take care of him. To give him all that he wanted and more. Robotnik was trusting him. Trusting him. Looking up between his thighs, Stone put his efforts on hold.
“Thank you, Doctor.”
Half-lidded eyes met his, scrunching in confusion. “What for?”
“For allowing me to do this. To be able to take care of you, in all possible ways. For allowing me to see you.”
Robotnik gave a non-response, “Hmpf.”
He hoped to provide all that he could. Robotnik deserved everything and more. All that softness and safety and comfort he’d never properly gotten, from what Stone could gather. He’d make sure Robotnik wouldn’t have to suffer ever again.
Just as he went to continue, Robotnik startled him by talking again. “Ivo.”
“Hm?”
He glanced away, then back at Stone, cheeks growing a deep crimson against his pale skin. “You may call me Ivo.”
Stone stared. And stared. His heart raced in his chest, threatening to escape any moment. Did he die and go to heaven? While his mind scrambled to come back online, his partner seemed to get the wrong idea.
“…Unless you prefer not to, not that I would car-”
Quickly, Stone sobered up and intercepted that train of thought. “I would be honoured to, Do- Ivo.”
He could see the doubt still clouding his mind. Stone knew that despite his bravado, insecurities plagued his partner. It broke his heart that such an amazing, passionate, brilliant and unapologetic person had been scarred by the world in such a way that he hadn’t been sure if Stone would want to call him by his name.
That simply wouldn’t do. “Hey.” Slowly, he lifted himself from his knees and guided the older man to look at him by his chin. Once he caught his attention, his gaze softened and he smiled. “There is nothing I would love to do more. Thank you, for granting me this privilege.”
With that, he lowered himself back into position without breaking eye contact, and nuzzled a stark outline beneath the thin layer of cotton fabric. Stone hooked a finger under the hem and peeled off the last layer, freeing the strained member at last. Beautiful and hardened, his cock stood at attention in front of Stone. He could have wept from joy. If only he could suspend time to appreciate its form a little longer without making the other antsy, He smacked his lips, mouth watering for it. He smirked up into darkened eyes.
“Don’t worry, I will treat you very well, Ivo.”
As if to prove his point, Stone licked a long, languid stroke along the head. Ivo’s eyes fluttered shut and he let out a strangled noise. Stone squeezed the flesh underneath him to stay present. Spurred on with a need to please, he began circling the head, giving it kitten licks to explore each vein and bump. A hesitant suckle proved to be the right decision. He continued to caress those marks and spots with his lips until he closed them over the tip and slowly lowered himself while concentrating on breathing through his nose.
It was even bigger than Stone had imagined, long with a slight curve, and thick, the circumference almost too much to fit. Stone would make it fit. He made an effort to further relax his throat, but he hadn’t participated in such activities in a long time and the sheer size of Ivo made it impossible for now. Don’t get him wrong, some pain was definitely on the menu for him, but this burning sting from the crick in his jaw wasn’t really what he’d imagined, not keen on dislodging it and killing the mood. He could reconsider though. Giving head hadn’t been desirable since his college experimentations, but the thought of providing this type of service for Ivo was impossibly sexy. Maybe he’d be able to take him all in the future, with enough practice.
The future. Stone didn’t even know if this was a one-time thing for the other. Ivo was known for spur-of-the-moment decisions, maybe this was one as well. No matter, his feelings were secondary to Ivo’s. He wouldn’t hold back his devotion, but he’d never force himself on anyone, much less his Ivo.
Dangerous thinking, Stone. Your Ivo? Focus on what’s in front of you and forget the rest.
Said thing in front of him was pulsing in his hands while Ivo clawed at the sheets, towering over him with his head hanging low, pupils blown wide. Stone got back to it with new fervour, looking up at the other with hollowed cheeks. When he felt the tell-tale tensing of muscles he quickly pulled off, calming him by going over the previously left love marks on his thighs carefully.
Flabbergasted, Ivo caught his breath. He sounded hoarse and slightly disoriented when he huffed, “The hell? Why– Why did you stop?”
In between kisses, Stone responded, “Mm, I don’t want it to end yet. I want you to have the best experience possible, and I want to take my time doing so.”
“Isn’t that the whole point though? The end?”
Stone’s heart broke just a little bit. Had others never taken the care to make sure he enjoyed it? So many apparently, that he now believed the entire experience was useless and unimportant. He waited a second to find the right words. “You know, prolonging the stimuli can increase the overall experience and heighten the eventual finale. Sex is much more than the eventual climax. Sometimes prolonging the journey there is the most enjoyable, pleasurable part. Some don’t want to climax, or don’t care for it.” He kissed an especially sensitive spot. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you get there. Eventually.”
Ivo huffed as he caught his breath, and pursed his bruised, swollen lips. Mesmerized, Stone almost missed when he received a replied, “I’ll need more data to support your theory. Congratulations. I have appointed you your very own experiment to conduct. I trust you know what to do.”
I trust you. Stone wouldn’t last much longer.
He repeated his previous actions until Ivo reached that precarious edge again, soothing him with soft whispers of encouragement. This time, he waited less time before picking up the pace. Stone kept going and going. At some point Ivo had fallen back onto the bed, only bent at the knees where Stone knelt in-between. Each twitch and little uh uh uh Ivo made was mouthwatering hot, and Stone lapped it up like a starving dog. He looked magnificent. The electricity in his veins strummed, and a pressure Stone couldn’t place was building deep within. Ivo kept babbling incoherently. Desperately he groaned, “Mhmm, so good- argh!”
Without warning, fireworks went off in Stones head, vision whitening in pure bliss. His mind blanked for a second.
Trying to catch up with the present, he must have slowed his movements again. A snip at his head brought him back, and he locked eyes with Ivo’s, watery and slightly unfocused. “Don’t you dare stop now, Stone.” What was probably supposed to sound demanding came out breathy and needy. It was the most beautiful sound Stone had ever heard. Ivo clutched his hair and yanked, “Don’t stop this time.”
He groaned unabashedly around Ivo, the vibrations sending the other back into the depths of ecstasy He barely took notice of the warm wetness in his own pants. Stone could not deny Ivo anything, couldn’t help but comply. To keep him from squirming away, he pinned his shaking legs with calloused hands. Ivo’s moans grew louder, higher, breathy. He doubled his efforts, bobbing up and down while tonguing the slit, sucked in rhythm with Ivo’s quickening pulse. That seemed to do it.
With a startled gasp, he felt Ivo shudder as an orgasm washed over him. Hot, salty ropes of cum released into Stone’s mouth, who tried to swallow as best as he could, pulling of slightly to make space. Drool pooled at the corners of his mouth, spilling over while he held Ivo, stroking him through it while thumbing a trembling thigh. Stone kept guiding his through it with his hands until Ivo swatted them away. He then got up from his slightly aching knees and joined him on the bed, gently carding his hands through mussed hair. It was unfamiliar, to see the usually gelled-back hair spike in all directions. Ivo had never looked this… relaxed. Happy. A soft, comfortable smile rested there as his breathing evened out. He had done that. Warm pride spread throughout his chest.
Their comfortable silence was broken by Ivo, who was leisurely basking in the after-glow. “What about you, sycophant?”
“What about me?” He smiled back. While talking, Ivo surprisingly already sat back up, faced him, and fiddled with Stone’s shirt.
“How I see it, I have benefited already. You on the other hand, have not. Allow me.”
“Oh, that’s really not nece-”
Ivo scoffed, “Don’t be modest now, sycophant.” He reached into Stone’s breaches unceremoniously, eager to get his hands on him. Stone was mortified when Robotnik’s face morphed from manic determination to a confused frown. Unable to face him, he stared at the wall behind Ivo.
“My, my Stone. You freak.” Precise fingers guided his line of sight back to the Doctor’s face, where he was grinning from ear to ear. “I guess I should have predicted this outcome.” A thin coat of his own cum gleaned on the – thankfully water-proof – leather of his gloved hand. God, he had creamed his pants like some virgin maid. He felt his cheeks burn with hot shame. “I’m sorr-”
“No. No, no no no.” Ivo cut him off, annoyance returning on his face. “Did I tell you you could apologize for this?”
“…No, but-”
“Ah! No back talking! Did I tell you you should apologize?”
“No…”
“Then why, pray tell, are you?!”
Stone looked away, sheepish. “I thought my lack of… endurance would be seen as undesirable. I didn’t want you to see my failure therein.”
“Is reaching climax not one of the main goals?”
“Well, sure-”
“Conclusion: BRRRRT!” He made a loud buzzer sound. “I fail to see your reasoning. Face it, you’re wrong, I’m right. It’s the way the world works.” He added. “You usually have higher cognitive functions. That is a detrimental quality of yours, how come you don’t use it when it applies to you, idiot?”
At that, Stone smiled again. “Of course, Doctor, I’ll do better from now on.”
Ivo harrumphed, “You better,” and pulled at Stone with his clean hand again, yanking him forward until the younger was practically sitting in his lap. “Now that we have established the obvious, shall we continue?”
Startled, Stone blinked owlishly. “Continue?”
Ivo merely raised an eyebrow, as if Stone’s question was the confusing bit. “It is customary to reciprocate the favour. You should be more than capable to last another round.”
“Oh, I don’t need it.”
“Do you want it anyway?”
That took his breath away. Is- was the Doctor really offering-
“Sycophant! Did I rid you of your remaining grey matter?”
Faster than ever, he replied, “Yes!”
Ivo raised an eyebrow. “I did?”
“No, no, I meant–” Stone gulped, suddenly flustered. “I would love it if you…”
That smirk was back on Ivo’s face, the one that signalled ‘success’. “Where did all that precious bravado go, hm? Cat got your tongue?” He adjusted their position to get a bit more comfortable, Stone’s legs over Ivo’s. They faced each other, Ivo scooting them backwards until he could lean against the headboard to support his back. “Come on Stone, I know you can use your words.”
Stone gulped. “I would like if… you…”
"Yeeeeees?”
“You could– you…”
“Come on now, Stone.” His stomach flipped as Ivo’s voice lowered almost an octave. Taunting. Sultry. Seductive. “What do you want?”
The dam broke. “Please touch me!”
Ivo raised an eye brow. “Oh? Is that all?” His hand lifted to be at eye level with Stone. The index and middle finger were still glistening milky white. He pushed them against Stone’s lips. “Clean up the mess you made first.”
Stone put his mouth to good use again, eagerly inviting the two digits in and sucking until the only fluid on them was his spit. When he felt he’d accomplished the set task, he pulled himself off with a pop! and looked at Ivo for further instructions, easily falling into the submissive role this time. Ivo inspected his glove.
“Very good.” Those same big, unrelenting hands started to move all along his clothed chest, down his waist and back up again. In the heat of the moment, Stone had completely forgotten to undress himself. Oh God, was he regretting it now. He bit his bottom lip, hard. The feeling of precise digits drawing random patterns into sensitive was incredible, but Ivo kept pretending not to notice the offending barrier preventing skin to skin contact. He needed more.
One he found his voice again, he tried to tell Ivo as such shakily, “No, please.”
“How?”
“Touch me properly, please.”
“Are you telling me I’m doing it wrong?”
“Yes!” Ivo made an incredulous face at that. “No, no, I mean, I– hmmm!” Stone whined, frustrated with the loss of his articulative ability. Could you blame him though? Anyone would be were they in his position. “Underneath.”
“There you go, was that so hard?” Stone felt very rewarded for speaking up when Ivo’s hands finally, finally worked his shirt open and ghosted his fingers across the broad expanse. Gloved fingers.
“Please,” he gasped, “your gloves. Off.”
The older man seemed delighted by the request. He looked right at him and pulled off his gloves one finger at a time with his teeth.
Jesus Christ.
“No, I told you, it’s Ivo.”
The absurdity of his comment took Stone out of the moment. He couldn’t bite back his laughter, clear and bright, as giddiness and desire intertwined. He was having so much fun. His co-workers had definitely been right whenever they’d eyed him strangely, calling him ‘Robotnik’s lap-dog’, a ‘masochist’, ‘why would you ever want to be in the vicinity of that lunatic?’. Their entire situation was insane. Here, tangled up with his boss/crush, after all that time trying to suppress his feelings. Stone couldn’t be happier, and he didn’t need them to understand. His laughter quieted in content and it just… slipped out.
“I love you.”
Ivo stopped all movement.
Fuck fuck fuck abort abort–
Stone held his breath and opened his eyes. He hadn’t even realized he’d closed them. Ivo was staring back at him with eyes the size of saucers. Without saying a word, Ivo reached down and back into Stone’s pants. Stone questioned what he was doing before being cut off by a warm hand wrapping around and tugging. It startled him so much he forgot in what predicament he had found himself, only able to take in the repetitive movement. Barely containing a moan, he gnashed his teeth, highly aware of each stroke causing his nerves to go into overdrive. He managed to gain back his sense of hearing to comprehend Ivo’s following words.
“Don’t worry, Stone. It’s not, well… non-reciprocal.” Ivo looked away pretty bashfully for someone with a dick firmly in his hands. “Let’s worry about the whole… feelings thing afterwards, hm? That a good idea?”
If they were they cartoon characters, Stone’s eyes would turn heart shaped. He had basically professed his undying… whatever Ivo was feeling. Stone didn’t think Ivo knew either what exactly that feeling was, but the fact that he equated it to love was enough for him. Ivo would always be enough for him. The speed at which Ivo was going took the last remains of his sanity, so he tried to put as much of his enthusiasm over the turn of events into his reply. "More'n good, Ivo. Magni– Magnificent.”
“Of course it is. It’s mine.”
Ivo continued commending him in a hushed tone while spurring him on encouragingly. It took so much effort to keep his mouth in check. What if it drove the Doctor away? What if it was too much?
“You’re thinking too loudly.” Ivo’s dark voice cut through the fog, his hand slowing just a fraction, leaving Stone to quickly gather his breath. “Why are you thinking?”
Knowing Ivo, it made no sense to hide it, as embarrassing as it was. “I- ah, I can be a bit loud. Don’t wanna, hmm!, annoy you.”
"Tsk, silly Stone.”
Stone’s hips thrust in rhythm trying to get even more friction as Ivo aligned his thigh with Stone’s groin at just the right angle. The tight fabric of his pants pooled around his knees which restricted his legs from doing more than shallow humping, muscles taut to keep balance. He bit his lip again, nearly drawing blood at the intensity.
That’s when a gentle hand pried his mouth open unceremoniously, two fingers pressing down on his tongue and massaging it. Ivo clicked his tongue and chastised, “No, no, no. You will not injure yourself so pointlessly. I should charge you for property damage. You know exactly what your duties are. What’s mine is to be in impeccable condition. Act like it.”
The implications Stone pieced together and the intensity his words carried was enough to send another wave of heat shudder though Stone. His grip was tightly clinging to Ivo’s torso. He needed something to keep him grounded, to keep him from floating away. It just felt so good. He flung his head back in bliss and let it hang heavy and limp, only focusing on sucking and humming against the fingers pressing deeper and deeper. Before his gag reflex triggered, the ache of strained neck muscles became too much. As his head fell on Ivo’s shoulder, the hand retracted from his mouth. He could hear the other smirk.
“You will behave now, won’t you?”
It really wouldn’t take long now.
Every nerve was screaming in agonizing pleasure. Electricity rippled along his skin, tantalizing, torturing. He was fighting himself to not wriggle out of Ivo’s lap. His body kept wringing, muscles constricted uncontrollably. Everything too much and not enough at the same time. A delicious thumb over the head made Stone’s eyes roll back and he almost lost himself in the sensation all over again. He clung on to Ivo in desperation not to let it end already and mewled into his shoulder.
"Aww, is it getting to you, hm? Keep making those pathetic little noises. Show me how much you’re enjoying this. I know you like it as much as I do, don’t you Stone? Don’t you love it when I drive you mad?”
“Oh fuck, Ivo, yes I do, I do- ohh-” He wasn’t even sure if his words were coherent any more. His speech had been reduced to slurred sentences in between short, needy moans. Ivo didn’t seem to mind, and Stone was too far gone for his insecurities to have a hold on him any more. His head was spinning, so words were decidedly the last thing on his list of priorities.
Ivo merely chuckled. “Do you think you deserve it?”
“Please, please, yes yes yes,” Stone keened, growing more and more desperate. The onslaught of sensations against his already sensitive body proved to be a most delicious agony. So close, oh God.
“Right answer.” Ivo’s movements grew faster and rougher, and the vague bubbling started to become more and more pointed. Stone’s hips weren’t able to keep up with Ivo’s new pace, so he simply let it all happen, unable to do more than continuously drool and whisper soft pleas.
“That’s it, sycophant, that’s a good boy.”
He wasn’t sure what tipped him over the edge in the end, whether it was from Ivo’s praise, the precise targeting of his weak spots, or a combination thereof, but it was enough. Stone’s vision whitened, his muscles spasmed as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into him with full force until going taut, melting against Ivo’s frame that held him steady. Ivo continued to coax out every last drop until Stone batted his hand away with a lax hand, the overstimulation getting too much.
He took a few rattled breaths. For just a few seconds, nothing else in the world existed but them.
Sadly, Stone knew better to expect reality to stay away for much longer. Before Stone could ask whether he should leave, Ivo broke that train of though by pulling him forward and sitting him upright. The endorphins were slowly leaving his system again so he fought to stay upright, an intrinsic need to straighten his back and be more presentable. As if that was something to be concerned of now.
“Arms up.” Ivo methodically peeled the layers of fabric still covering Stone, now sticky from sweat and the mess he’d made. Once he was stripped down to his birthday suit, Ivo nodded in satisfaction and let him fall back into the soft mattress again. Immediately, Stone reached for the other and pulled him under the covers in response to cling onto. Ivo tried to close the gap between them for a kiss, but Stone was quicker. “Trust me, you don’t want to. The taste,” he pointed at his mouth, “is… not the most pleasant.” A few disgruntled grumbles later, Ivo relented.
The last thing he felt before exhaustion got the better of him was an arm draping over his side and scooting them closer to each other. Is this what belonging felt like? Buried in the crook of Ivo’s neck, Stone succumbed into a deep slumber.
Notes:
smut with feelings? it’s more likely than you think
ahhh hope I did a semi-ok job, what do y’all think??
last chapter will definitely take me some more time due to Uni KILLING me, so see ya then!
Chapter 5: Author Update :))
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Heyy, just to keep y'all updated: I am currently still working on the last chapter, and will hopefully finish it this month!
Since my last update, I have travelled like three times for Uni, am starting two new jobs, and have been generally stressed due to finals closing in soon, so I couldn't get much done for this fic, I'm so sorry!
The comments have kept me motivated and going though, so rest assured I am set on finishing this soon, thank you all for your patience and encouragement!! I've written about a third of the last chapter already, but I wrote it on paper. on a plane. my handwriting is........ subpar, so I'm still digitalizing that and editing it while writing the rest.
Much love to you all, and hopefully see you soon!
- Jellybee <3
Chapter 6
Summary:
the boys talk a bit
Notes:
the final chapter hath arrived
told y'all I would finish this before the end of pride ;)
BIG shout out to my dear friend Undercover_Owl who kindly took the time to beta read this chapter for me, I was really struggling with it and you helped me immensly, thank you!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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The gentle rustling of a blanket shook his consciousness awake, luring it back to the reality Stone wanted to hide from for just one more minute. He was warm and comfy, and so he snuggled further into that soft darkness...
...which was yanked from him when a sudden cold rush of air brought him back. Blinking slowly, he tried to orient himself again and found that he was glued to Robotn- Ivo’s (could he still call him that? ) back, face still burrowed at the nape of his neck. The familiar scent of the man in his arms almost distracted him from the fact that Ivo had pulled the covers completely onto himself, a chill seeping into Stone’s skin.
He couldn’t complain one bit. Wouldn’t dare to, afraid the universe would hear him and decide to take it away again. This was where he wanted to wake up every day. The body warmth radiating off the other was more than enough.
Besides, his limbs still needed some moments to wake up fully. It had been the best sex he’d had. Ever.
Another little detail warmed his cheeks further. Ivo would never have engaged in such human sentimentalities with just anyone. He was someone to him. What a privilege.
But isn’t that what he had insinuated last evening? Terribly flustered, embarrassment rose in him as he recalled his stupidly spontaneous confession. Stone’s stomach filled with butterflies at the mere thought of it. These memories had immediately earned a special place within his mind.
Stone pushed himself onto his side to admire the quietly snoring figure laying next to him.
He had dedicated himself to the care of the Doctor. Stone would do just about anything for him. But the knowledge that it was accepted, that his devotion, his prayers were being answered, was like a drug directly injected in his brain, turning it into a one-track mind of the all-encompassing, all-mighty Ivo.
What had him baffled was Ivo’s reciprocation. He had fully expected and just as much welcomed to service Ivo and ‘clean himself up’ later on, but no.
Ivo had, by his own volition, seen to Stone’s needs. Kind, yet harsh in his approach, anticipating exactly what he’d need before acting upon that. It was perfect. The intensity, the fire, the focus that had been in those beautiful eyes caused a slow simmer to travel lower again.
Down boy.
“Wha’ time issit?” A creaky, hoarse voice cut through his thought process.
He chuckled softly, “Good morning to you, too.”
Bleary-eyed, Ivo traced Stone’s arm – still draped over his side and holding him securely – up and down and up and around, a pattern which probably held some meaning that was lost on Stone.
They laid there for what felt like eternity, but what must have been only a few minutes, until Stone unglued himself from Ivo and moved to dress himself, haphazardly grabbing his boxers and top while Ivo’s moaned and complained. “Wher’ you goin’?”
“I don’t know about you but I believe we both need some breakfast inside of us as soon as possible.”
On cue, Ivo’s stomach grumbled loudly. Stone took it as his sign to get to it.
“Don’t worry, I will take care of it.”
With that, Stone made his way to the kitchen. The cool tiles against his still warm skin shocked his system momentarily, before he made his way to the fridge and took out all the necessary ingredients. He started with the batter, letting his thoughts flow freely while mixing and heating up the pan.
Flipping the pancakes carefully to not disturb the handcrafted motifs browned into them, Stone placed one over the other on a plate.
Ivo joined him about 20 minutes later, the stack already divided between two plates due to the sheer amount Stone was producing.
Okay, so he was a bit nervous. Sue him.
Stone considered himself to be a rather emotionally mature and competent person. To understand your opponent was to have advantage, a lesson he had learned in one form or another since childhood. First, to get through his school years relatively unscathed. After that came his military service and early transfer to G.U.N. for his skill. One way or another, Stone had learned how to understand the people surrounding him. Just as quickly as he had gotten a grasp on the general population he had understood one other key thing: People were stupid. Like, embarrassingly so.
It was so easy to get further in life if you just knew what honey-coated words to say. It made him sneakier and – despite Ivo’s probable vehement refusal – disobedient. Stone did well with structure. Not with orders.
At least, not until they were given by someone worth following. Ivo didn’t give nonsensical tasks. Each assignment had a reason behind it. Every action was worthy of the utmost attention.
Such an intelligent, sensible, resourceful, witty, attractive, and ambitious man.
And in this case, he didn’t want to use his honed sensibility to get anything out of it. The thought of, of– using Ivo like that, betraying him for any possible gain–
It was too much for Stone to even think about. What a disgusting train of thought.
Given everything else though, no one could fault him for being a bit jittery this morning after ‘wooing’ the aforementioned. It really didn’t help that Ivo was wearing his signature-red robe. Only his robe. Now that he knew what he looked like beneath the garments, his daydreams became much more vivid. Dear lord.
Lost in thought and imagination, he barely took notice of a pair of hands snapping loudly, trying to get his attention.
“Earth to Stone.”
Whipping his head, Stone finally broke from his train of thought. Ivo was sitting at the table, placing his elbows far on the table. His plate was mostly empty already, cutlery placed to the side again. “Did I blow a fuse of yours yesterday?”
“If I remember correctly, I was the one doing the blowing.”
Ivo scoffed.
A beat.
He turned the temperature of the stove down before turning back to face Ivo. Hesitantly, Stone broke the delicate silence.
“So… we should, uhm, talk-”
As expected, Ivo cut him off, “Bah, can’t we skip all the mush?”
“You suggested it first, remember Doctor.”
“Curse oxytocin, dopamine, and its stupid brethren.”
The classic ‘love hormones’. Stone’s heart skipped a beat. “I think it would be beneficial to at least be on the same page.”
The Doctor twisted back to face Stone and barked at him, “Why do you even care?”
“Ivo.” At that, the other tensed almost indiscernibly. “I care about this because I care about you.“ – that was putting it mildly – “I don’t want to misinterpret anything. My worst-case scenario is hurting you, especially when it could have been easily avoided.”
A painful twinge pinched Stone’s heart as he watched Ivo’s face morph into what could only be a mix of shock and confusion. Was it really that surprising someone was capable of caring for his general well-being? The simple bare minimum? Considering the treatment Ivo was subjected to day by day, maybe so.
Stone was sure to change that.
He saw Ivo’s expression shift from disbelief into something intelligible even for Stone’s trained eye. A face he had not seen him wear yet.
Stone waited patiently for the other to collect himself. Stone would take it to his grave that he heard his voice slightly waver as he asked Stone, steadily growing more agitated, “How can I know what page I’m on when the whole damn book is written in nonsensical gibberish without rhyme or reason? It’s preposterous to expect anything when the entire rule set is bullshit!”
Despite his boisterous tone, it finally clicked for Stone.
Ivo was uncertain.
And he was willingly, deliberately communicating this to Stone – in his own way.
“Well, we could write our own book.”
The Doctor stared openly at Stone, a wondersome expression on his face. Stone elaborated, “To be honest, I’d prefer it if we didn’t follow traditional rules for… this. Us.” He gathered up his courage and continued, “Is there an ‘us’?”
Ivo’s gaze never left his, eyes flickering up and down. Slowly, his body adjusted itself into a less defensive position, stretching out and lounging on the kitchen chair, eyes still glued to one another. After a contemplative silence, Ivo broke the invisible connection to look at his fidgety legs absent-mindedly and murmured, “When have you ever known me to be conventional?”
A raised eyebrow. “Is that a yes?”
Stone couldn’t help the hopeful colour in his voice despite not wanting to influence what would ultimately be Ivo’s decision. Although, who was he kidding? Influence Ivo’s decision ? Maybe in another one of his dreams.
“Do I really need to spell it out for you? Yes, sycophant. It’s a yes. For now,” Ivo hastily added, tilting his head further down. Was he…?
“Are you blushing?”
That triggered an immediate full-body response in Ivo, trying to dissuade Stone’s bold claim by guffawing incredulously at the mere suggestion. After a few more dramatics, he must have realised though that Stone’s smug grin hadn’t dimmed even the slightest. Giving up on a fruitless endeavour, he hissed, “I can change my mind anytime, so you better watch it. Wouldn’t want to lose a fine prize.” He gestured down his body to stress his argument.
Driven by pure instinct, Stone audibly clicked his teeth firmly together. Something nagged him at the back of his mind though. One little, key detail he couldn’t let go of, not before he rectified it. The way Ivo kept talking about it… Slowly, Stone moved from his position by the stove and pulled out a chair for himself. Then, even slower, movement so careful he thought time stood still, he took Ivo’s hand into his.
“You know, I will still be loyal to you, no matter the decision we come to today. No matter if you change your mind. My love for you isn’t conditional, Ivo.” He drew small circles into the palm of Ivo’s hand. “It would be my greatest pleasure to spend the rest of my life simply by your side. I would never want to take your freedom away.”
Yep. That got Ivo to fully blue-screen.
Stone gave him a moment. Over the past few years, he leant how to intuit exactly what the Doctor needed, and part of that was giving Ivo some space until he was ready to continue on. He merely kept worrying about the muscles of Ivo’s hand between his thumbs.
After a few minutes, Ivo cleared his throat, eyes darting across the room again. Stone didn’t comment on the fact that his hand was still firmly between Stone’s. No, that would just risk withdrawal.
“So, about that book…”
As much as he loved the quiet moments in life, it felt good to be able to do something again. Energised by the thought, Stone sprung to life as he was reminded of his proposal. “Yes! I thought we could make a- a list of preferences and dislikes. Wishes and no-gos for any part of the relationship. Then, we could compare and discuss whatever is still unclear. Of course, I wouldn’t expect us to make a comprehensive list just yet, and we could change it whenever we felt like it wasn’t true any more.”
Ivo cocked his head and narrowed his eyes. Not in disapproval, but in interest. He would need to be further convinced. A chance for Stone to improve his rhetoric skills. “Say, we put something on the list. That’s our hypothesis. Over time, we gather data and review it. Whether we need multiple tests or just one to put forth our conclusions is entirely up to you and me. And if our theory changes at any moment due to new data, we modify. Adapt.”
The only response he got was a thoughtful hum. Stone kept kneading Ivo’s hand while waiting for the man to process his explanation. Knowing Ivo, he was finishing a first draft in his mind right this moment.
Suddenly, his hands were stopped by a firm grasp around his wrists. His body was yanked upwards and out of the kitchen, half-eaten pancakes forgotten. Stone did not think about the size of Ivo’s hand.
They reached the main area quickly. He was promptly manhandled to sit on Ivo’s chair while the genius stood and tapped away on his screens until he projected one of the displays into the air for both of them to see.
It took him a second to understand what he was looking at, but it became clearer and clearer by the second.
What was in front of him turned out to be some sort of protocol, sorted by date and time. Below each entry was a name or multiple, and next to them-
“When I was younger, I considered trying out the thing so many of the baboons I had to call peers slobbered on about. Why not turn it into my own little experiment? At least my duty to science kept me going for some of these.” He scratched his chin. “I don’t remember my time at University all that notable, but one thing it taught me was how to perfect every skill. To prove the simple truth that I am a superior life form. This was one of many facets. I’m ten steps ahead. Always. The only thing I need to do now is compile these data piles- oh wait I already did that as well. ”
The next thing he scrolled to was an intricate diagram of various positions, roles and methods ranked and interconnected.
“Ha! You should see your face!”
Stone didn’t know what face he was making, but he’d imagined his eyes had that dreamy sparkle Ivo had once forbidden him from repeating for ‘being too distracting’. Not that he had to worry about that now.
Now, he only had to look at the other and sigh with awe.
Ivo is so-
“Brilliant.” He was rewarded with the confident, smug smile he loved on Ivo’s face, a gleeful cackle following soon after. With a strong hand, Ivo clasped Stone’s shoulder.
“Only noticed that now?”
Blinking out of his stupor, Stone somehow found his voice again. “So, this is definitely a great baseline to go from. If we are to, uhm, engage in those kinds of activities–”
“You can say ‘sex’ Stone, I’m clearly not a virginal damsel.”
“–if we are to have sex again , we should go over everything to make sure it’s up-to-date. It should be more about boundaries, of what we expect.”
“Well I already know how to start off the list,” Ivo said while pulling up a blank txt. document. He typed with quick fingers, “We’ll add kissing to your daily duties stat.”
Stone was glad Ivo’s back was turned to him, so the Doctor couldn’t see his smug grin.
“Knock that expression off of your face, sycophant.” Stone bit his lower lip cheekily. He was getting predictable.
As Ivo stalked over to him in one, two, three long strides, Stone was overcome with the faint sense that he should be regretting his insolence. He came to the realisation that he didn’t care in the slightest.
“I also don’t want any ‘self-maintenance’ without my permission.” Stone felt glad he was sitting already, sure that he would have dropped to the ground as soon as he’d heard Ivo’s voice turn into a sultry growl. The other was towering over him, their height difference only exacerbated by Stone’s sitting position. He tilted his head intuitively the moment Ivo’s hand touched his chin. “After all, I am responsible for the upkeep of my property. The only one qualified to ensure it is done suitably.”
It was enough to make a man go mad.
Ivo straightened again and combed a hand through his hair with a sigh. “We will have to compile the masses you left undocumented yourself as well. No foresight. The sheer amount of time you will have to spend on that…”
Stone chuckled, reclining the chair.
“You know, I think you might have more experience in that department than I do.”
“Oh, don’t kid yourself. Of course not. Look at yourself, please .” He rolled his eyes dramatically and gave his agent a most incredulous look.
“Not that I’m not flattered, but let’s be honest” – Stone nodded towards the screen still showing the protocols – “I can’t compare to that. Besides, I was never big on one-night-stands.”
“Only within relationships then. How many?” Ivo inquired, failing miserably at sounding nonchalant.
“Not including ours… three. Although, the last one was over a decade ago.” He huffed a dry chuckle. “Besides, I’m not sure one could qualify them as that.”
“What do you mean?”
Stone knew what Ivo was asking. He saw the question being posed eventually. Didn’t mean he had to like it. “They become more of a hassle than anything. Constantly having to justify why I work such a dangerous job, why I couldn’t settle down. I would come home hours or days late without notice, while being forbidden from talking about the why. It can kill the mood rather quickly.” It took everything in him to keep looking at Ivo, especially when the other’s eyes filled with more and more fury. “I wasn’t happy.”
“But they knew what they were getting themselves into, no? Electrostatic discharges found in-between two electrically charged regions!”
“I guess they thought I would change for them.”
“What a bunch of losers. They’re missing out.” Without hesitation, Ivo dropped himself on Stone’s lap and snaked an arm around his waist. He pulled him closer to ghost his lips over the various marks left on Stone’s neck.
Stone continued, “I certainly didn’t want to try anything with other agents.”
“No, good thing you didn’t degrade yourself to such abysmal standards.”
“Well, by the time I was ready for a relationship again, I wasn’t on the lookout any more.”
“Because of me.”
It wasn’t a question. Stone answered anyway. “Yes.”
Ivo stopped tending Stone’s neck to face him. “Truly, how long have you been… pining over me?” He spat out the word as if it had personally offended him.
God, he was so cute when he got bashful
“More than I realised at first. I acknowledged it only a while ago, but looking back– Remember your presentation about adding automatics to the Badniks?”
Ivo’s brows furrowed for a second before jumping up, incredulous.
“No.”
“Mhm.”
“That was before you even started working for me?!”
“What can I say…” It was Stone’s turn to sheepishly look away, “I have great taste.”
“Oh, don’t fish for compliments now, you sly sycophant.”
Stone blinked wide-eyed, putting on his act of innocent little lamb. “I would never, Doctor.”
“Tsk.”
The moment Ivo lifted himself from Stone’s lap, Stone could only think about the way he missed the comforting weight around him.
Before Ivo could move too far away, Stone stalked over to him to lightly shove him towards the corner of the couch, causing the other to lose his balance momentarily and tip over onto his back. Getting ahead of the impending protest, Stone was already climbing on top, tangling their legs together and draping himself over the other’s body. His face was placed in that perfect nook between jaw and shoulder.
Ivo snickered before wiggling around a bit to adjust.
“Getting comfortable, are we?”
Stone responded with a content ‘Mhmmmm’, muffled by the robe.
“Isn’t there a list we need to get to?”
“Lateeeeer,” Stone whined softly in response to the reminder. Due to their position, Stone felt more than heard the long, deep sigh rattle through Ivo’s chest. This must be what heaven would feel like. He settled deeper, feeling the man below him slowly ease..
“I guess I can be agreeable to this. You did say your adequate maintenance included contingency. Wouldn’t want my most prized possession to feel neglected.”
God, some people would call it deranged, toxic, wrong for that string of words to make him feel safe . It gave him a chance of respite. The always competent, always ready, always perfect Agent could let go. Give over control to someone else. He could trust Ivo with the proverbial leash around his neck ( and he would file the idea of a very real leash away for another time ); he needn’t carry the heavy weight of it himself any more.
The singular feeling of security washed over him. Drowsiness had just started to fuzz out the edges of consciousness and-
CLINGALINGALING
The harsh, electronic sound of a phone call startled him back to reality.
CLINGALINGALING
Stone could feel Ivo’s shoulders tense and his grasp tighten around his waist. Right after he had just managed to lull Ivo into a relaxed state. Rare, to be certain.
CLINGALINGA-
Fuck them.
With one arm still caressing Ivo’s hair, he blindly reached for his tablet – forgotten in yesterday's hurry and still laying on the coffee table next to them – and quickly set every non-essential alarm to mute.
At Ivo’s inquisitive hum, he placed it back and murmured into his ear, “Let Walters rot for just a day.”
Ivo chuckled softly. “Aren’t I a bad influence on you, sycophant?”
Neither made a move to leave their position, and both found themselves dozing off. Warm, comfortable, and with the love of their life in their arms.
Notes:
these two have consumed my brain frfr
thank you so so so much to everyone who read this, and especially to everyone who commented and encouraged me to keep going and trying my best!! you guys are why I even continued and finished writing :) now I just have to figure out what I wanna write in the future haha
I’m horrible with tags, so feel free to point out anything I missed
again, thank you so much for reading, and have a lovely day!! :D
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