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Doctor Ivo Robotnik didn't need an assistant. Certainly not a goverment lapdog. If he needed any help, he would simply build a machine for it.
Despite Robotnik making this abundantly clear, Commander Walters seemed hellbend on sending him agent after agent to be his personal assistant and bodyguard.
He's gotten them all to quit easily with his certified Robotnik charm, but it was an annoyance that took up way too much of his precious time.
It had been a mere two weeks since the last 'highly trained agent' left his post, when a knock on his lab door disturbed the Doctor in his brainstorming. Already fearing the worst, he pulled up the camera feed from the outside of the lab.
Infront of his door stood a man, unmistakably a G.U.N. agent. The suit and tie did little to hide the man's muscular form that betrayed his military background and the neatly trimmed beard and short hair only added to the picture. Robotnik considered to just leave him standing outside, but something about the patient relaxed demeanor of him made the doctor think he would just wait outside of the door until the end of the day. That would be horribly distracting.
Begrudgingly he went over to the door and flung it open with a grand arm motion. His face deformed into a sneer when he saw the agents face light up into a bright smile.
"What."
Robotnik liked to cut to the point. No need for formalities.
"It is an honor to meet you, Sir. My name is Agent Stone and I'm-"
Robotnik held up a single finger and the agent went silent.
"It's Doctor."
The agent's smile didn't falter, much to Robotnik's annoyance.
"If course, my apologies, doctor. I'm your new bodyguard and personal assistant. I assume you've recieved the commander's e-mail?"
If he hadn't been so pissed off, Robotnik might have laughed at that.
"My time is monumentally more precious than that of any other human on this stupid planet, why would i waste any of it on reading e-mails?"
Most of the past assistants would have already shown a significant amount of discomfort at this point. Not this one.
"Well, now you have a personal assistant to take care of that for you, Doctor."
Robotnik groaned as he turned and strode back into the main hub of his lab. This guy was going to require more effort than it usually took to shoo agents off, and he was so not in the mood for it.
Doctor Robotnik had his methods of scaring away people. He was a very intimidating man on good days and downright terrifying on bad ones. He was a particular fan of verbal abuse and invasion of personal space. On the newest assistant's first real work day, he used both of those.
The first provocation was minimal, a screwdriver dropping as the agent walked past it, but for the perfectionist doctor it was reason enough to set of a bomb.
"Agent," he said in a sweetly, but strained tone.
The assistant hadn't even noticed what he'd done and turned to him with a curious, friendly expression. It was sickening.
Slowly and deliberatly Robotnik stalked towards him, taking full advantage of their height difference and towering above the younger man as he invaded his personal space. He expected this alone to cause the agent to back away, but he stood his ground, only a slight look of concern on his face.
Their bodies way too close for either of their comfort, Robotnik made sure to hold the pointed eyecontact the entire time he berated him.
"If I had any need for a clumsy brainless mammal stumbling around my lab, I would have Walters send me an elephant. And even it would show more respect for my workplace than you imbecile!"
The eyecontact was momuntarily broken as the agent's eyes flicked to the screwdriver on the ground, slowly connecting the dots. He looked back up at Robotnik with determination in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, it won't happen again."
The Doctor could only growl a half hearted 'make sure it doesn't' in response, what else was he supposed to say to that? This man clearly didn't fear him as much as the previous agents did and that fact concerned him greatly.
Some people are just better at hiding their fear, Ivo told himself and decided to push it further at the next opportunity.
Luckily he didn't have to wait long for one, since for Robotnik practically anything was a good reason to lash out.
When he caught the agent muttering to the badniks he was supposed to clean, Robotnik took his chance. Silently he approached from behind, careful to not alarm the assistant until he was already in his personal space and breathing down his neck. When the shorter man finally noticed Robotnik's presence behind him, he went rigid.
The Doctor's lips started to curl into a smile at the obvious signs of fear that the agent was exhibiting.
"Doctor?" he asked with a slightly shaky voice and Robotnik counted this as a victory.
"Agent." he just growled and waited for the other to turn around. When he slowly did, they were even closer than they had been a few days ago and this time the agent was visibly nervous.
"What did I instruct you to do?" Robotnik asked, his voice threatening.
"You...instructed me to clean your, uh, badniks. Sir. I mean, Doctor." Robotnik delighted in the way the he stumbled over his words as the agent cleared his throat.
"Exactly. Care to explain why you're babytalking them?" Robotnik raised an eyebrow that sunk back down when the agent opened his mouth to explain himself.
"I don't care," he interrupted snappily, "these are murder machines you're talking to, not cats. Know your goddamn place!" The last part he practically hissed before turning in a fluid motion and strutting away. This interaction was a victory. He'd get rid of that guy soon enough.
While waiting for a good opportunity to strike again, Robotnik unfortunatly had to admit that the agent wasn't terrible at what he was doing. He answered e-mails from the higher-ups and notified him of any important meetings and deadlines, quite efficiently. It was frustrating to realize that he, the great doctor Robotnik, might actually benefit from having another human around, but he couldn't deny the usefullness of an extra pair of hands around the lab. He was going to have to build himself an extra pair of hands for when the agent was finally gone.
******
It didn't matter that the agent had technically already reminded him of the meeting multiple times, Robotnik had missed it and there was no one to blame but the man that was supposed to help him stay on top of such annoyances.
Robotnik was fuming when he grabbed the agent by the collar, making sure to throw him off balance and pull him in close.
While Robotnik was yelling at him, however, he was also half paying attention his assistant's reactions. There was nervousness, but no fear, not really.
Robotnik had one skill when it came to relationships and that was his ability to intimidate others, and now that skill was failing him.
After shoving him off with a threat of pulverisation if he ever did that again, Robotnik left the room to collect his thoughts. Eventually he came to the obvious conclusion that there was something fucking wrong with his assistant.
He could of course simply fire him. But he knew from experience that there would be a quick replacement if he initiated the termination. No, he had to somehow get this guy to quit on his own accord. He needed to find out what made him tick.
After a few more attempts, Robotnik accepted that the random violent outbursts - his favourite way to scare off assistants - were a fruitless endevour. He assumed that the agent's military training involved some type of torture resistance that made him immune to these forms of intimidation.
The next method he decided on was constant annoyance. Little strokes fell big oaks, or whatever people say to convey that a task requires persistence.
So he took it as a personal mission to be as much of a bother as possible. He was constantly in the agent's space, demanding things, asking questions only to interrupt when he attempted to answer, that sort of thing.
"Agent whateveryournameis, come here." He would demand and wait for the footsteps to approach.
"It's agent Stone," he would remind him patiently again and again and Robotnik would throw his arms in the air and yell "who gives a flying fuck!?"
This method seemed even less effective than the first one and it mostly just ended up hindering Robotnik's workflow. The agent stayed unaffected, he even seemed somewhat more content than before.
******
Of course Robotnik loved challenges, solving puzzles gave him a very enjoyable dopamine boost and his work was perfect for that. He got to design new machines constantly, often with insane deadlines and criteria that drove him up the wall. But in the end he was always proud of his ability to make even the stupidest demands work out. Something Robotnik didn't love was failing. Being unable to solve a puzzle or overcome a challenge, something that virtually never happened.
But now he had that idiotic puzzle of a man hovering around his lab at all times and it drove him crazy. Making someone want to be as far away from him was something that had never even been a challenge for Robotnik before, and now he was failing at it? It didn't make any sense.
He wanted to do nothing but continue this little experiment with his goverment-assigned lab rat, but he was a busy man and commander Walters was breathing down his neck about a new line of remote controlled drones. Incredibly boring in comparison to his previous project, but at least it had left him enough freetime to occasionally terrorize his assistant.
He had just come up with a new method, absolutely ignoring the agent, when he was reminded of the demonstration he was supposed to hold today. With a loud groan he got up from his chair and decided to start method four on the following day instead.
"You're coming with me, agent. I need a lab rat for the demonstration."
When he saw the agent's face light up into a bright smile, he sneered. "And stop doing that thing with your face."
The agent did not stop doing that thing with his face, unfortunatly. Infact he kept doing it every time Robotnik talked to him throughout the demonstation, even when he was told to run across a field as a target for the drone.
Robotnik wasn't known to be in good spirits when he was holding demonstrations, but this time he was downright furious. Mostly at the agent for having such a big dumb grin on his face. He let it out on almost anyone, but especially on the bulky private who had dared to roll his eyes as Robotnik was introduced.
When it came time to showcase the drone's short-range laser, he deliberatly chose him.
"Private, would you do assist me in this demonstration? Please try to punch the drone out of the air, will you?" His tone was almost friendly and the Private narrowed his eyes, but nodded.
Grinning, Robotnik maneuvered the drone close enough and gave the private the signal to go.
As expected, he used his right fist to try to hit the drone square on, which the drone dodged by itself. He could see the anger build in the bulky man as he tried to hit the drone again and again, until Robotnik eventually pressed a single button on the remote controller, causing a small laser to shoot out and hit the private's foot, burning right through his neatly polished combat boots.
To his left, Robotnik heard a small chuckle. He turned to his assistant in disbelief, but before he or anyone else could say something, the agent suddenly tackled him with his full body weight, throwing him to the ground.
In the same moment there was a gunshot ringing out over the mostly empty field. Robotnik's head snapped back to the private, who was holding his service gun, raised at him, face red from anger. After only a splitsecond he too was tackled to the ground and Robotnik and his assistant were ushered away.
It took a few seconds for Robotnik to realize whose blood it was on his gloves, but when he saw the agent being picked up and rushed to a medical tent, his brain finally connected the dots. He had been shot at, and his bodyguard had actually done his job. He had thrown himself infront of the bullet to save the doctor. No one had ever risked anything for him before. It left a strange feeling in his chest. Something almost like...gratitude.
"Let go of me, you imbeciles," he snarled as he shook off multiple soldiers who were checking him for wounds. They dirtied his coat.
After shoving multiple uniformed men out of the way, he made his way to the medical tent.
"Where is my agent?" He demanded and was pointed to a corner where he saw a doctor hunched over a bed. When Robotnik approached, the agent lifted his head.
"Agent Stone, you're alright," Robotnik exhaled, trying to not sound too relieved. It would be incredibly frustrating if the agent died before he was able to figure him out.
Stone's face did the thing again when Robotnik said his name. It was somehow even worse than before, a huge grin paired with big glassy eyes. The agent didn't respond further, instead giving a content sight and letting his eyes fall shut.
"Don't worry, i gave him very strong painkillers, he's fine," the deep voice of the doctor at Stone's side sounded, "but please leave while i treat the wound, Sir. To reduce the contamination risk." Robotnik would have protested, if he hadn't known how risky it was for him to stumble in here like that. Though he used it rarely, he had extensive medical knowlege, probably even more than the doctor currently getting ready to shove his fingers inside his agent. Whatever. He stomped out of the medical tent, already formulating a strongly worded letter to commander walters about his on-site safety in his head.
At least with the agent out of comission Robotnik would have some relaxing days where he could soley focus on his private tinkering before the next big project. Or so he thought.
When he heard the lab door glide open only two days after Stone had been shot, Robotnik almost threw his mug at him. Instead he turned around in his chair and screamed.
The agent gave him a puzzled look, clearly surprised by the outburst. Robotnik made his way over with quick long steps.
"What do you think you're doing here? You're gonna bleed all over my floor!"
He stopped inches away from Stone, staring in his befuddled face as he searched for something to say.
"The bullet was a very small kaliber and didn't hit anything important, so I-" before the agent was able to conclude his reasoning, Robotnik jutted a pointed finger into his side, near the bullet wound. Stone immediatly doubled over with a small sound of pain, stumbeling back a few steps. The Doctor took in the sight with a scowl. "I'm never wrong, agent."
After sending Stone to rest on the couch that more often than not served as a place for the doctor to sleep when time had gotten away from him again, Robotnik had a revelation.
Agent Stone must enjoy pushing himself to his limits, seeing how much physical and emotional torment he could handle. Robotnik knew that some people were like this, especially in the military, but it simply hadn't occured to him yet.
It made sense the more he thought about it. His toned body suggested extensive physical training, he seemed to get a kick out of everytime he was verbally abused and he even threw himself infront of a bullet for Robotnik, for Christs sake.
Self satisfied, the Doctor let out a chuckle. He had done it. He had solved the puzzle of why agent Stone was so much more persistent than the previous assistants. He simply wanted to prove that he could take it.
Robotniks smug smile quickly fell as he realized that this meant his intimidation tactics would never work. He was going to have to find a different way to scare the agent away.
Maybe he should simply tell him to quit.
No, that would be admitting defeat. He was the smartest man in the world and he was going to find a way to get rid of this guy. Time to take a look at the data he had collected so far.
Verbal abuse? Little to no effect. Physical abuse? Little to no effect. Invasion of personal space? Little to no- wait. No, there had been something there. Agent Stone had shown signs of nervousness before, everytime that Robotnik had left barely any space between them. Every time that their faces had been only inches apart. Every time the situation could be misread as sexual in any way.
Robotnik frowned.
Sexual harassment was not something he had ever attempted before, nor was it something he was particularly eager to try out. He prefered to showcase his power over others in different ways, but tough times call for tough measures.
It didn't have to go very far, he reasoned. If he was lucky a few untoward comments would be enough for the agent to quit. If he was really lucky, he would even get reported to HR. Having sexual misconduct as part of his reputation wouldn't be ideal, but at least commander Walters would think twice before sending him another agent. It was worth the damage to his already atrocious public perception, Robotnik decided.
He strictly forbade Stone to try to come to work for the next 10 days. If anything at all happened and that wound reopened, his lab would be an active biohazard and that would be a pain in the ass to undo.
In the time he was alone he started a concept for robotic arms, extra limbs for when the agent quit. He also danced more, feeling less watched. Truly he loved being alone, it was his natural state, his preferred way of living.
Even if he did catch himself calling out to Stone once or thrice.
Too quickly the peaceful days were over and Stone returned to the lab. This time, when Robotnik poked his side, he only whinced slightly.
"Acceptable. But no field work for a while," he declared before returning to his chair. Stone approached and stopped close behind him.
"What are you working on, Doctor?" His tone sounded genuinely curious and Robotnik almost believed the faux interest. Almost.
"Robot arms for when you get shot the next time and die." The agent chuckled and there was a sudden weight pushing against the back of Robotnik's chair, as if the agent was leaning on it. Probably still weak from recovery. Off guard. The perfect moment to strike. Jesus, why was he nervous about it?
Continuing to type code into the keyboard, Robotnik did his best to sound nonchalant.
"I've been looking into your file, agent. I wouldn't have suspected you'd be turning 43 soon. You look very good for your age." For some reason his heart was racing. The weight lifted from the back of his chair as the Stone straightened his posture. Hah. Gottem.
"T-thank you. Doctor."
The agent sounded more than just a little nervous, maybe Robotnik really had found the perfect method. With a smug smile he pressed enter and cursed under his breath at the error message. The code that he had been typing up was complete gibberish.
Robotnik kept an eye on Stone for the rest of the day and to his annoyance the agent seemed invigorated. There was a pep in his step and his face kept doing that thing every time he looked at the doctor. Begrudgingly he had to accept that Stone had misconstrued his earlier attempt at harassment as a genuine compliment. The fool.
The next day Robotnik decided to make it a bit more obvious.
When Stone handed him the usual mediocre morning coffee, he made sure to brush their fingers together, instantly sensing a shift in the air between them.
"Thank you, dear," Robotnik said as casually as possible and turned away with a smug smile. He heard the agent's breath stutter and quick steps away from the main hub. This time there was no way he could misunderstand it as a normal interaction.
The petnames that Robotnik dropped into their interactions randomly over the next few days seemed to have their desired effect. The agent was visibly more nervous to be around him, but he still wasn't showing any indications of wanting to quit. So Robotnik initiated the next step of his battleplan.
More physical touch. The morning coffees were now accompanied by a brush of their fingers everyday and when ranting, Robotnik would place a hand on Stone's shoulder. His angry outburst got more physical too, even if that part wasn't on purpose.
Stone hadn't done anything wrong that day, but Robotnik was pissed off. There had been a malfunction in the line of drones and now it was his job to troubleshoot the dang prototype, asap. He was itching to let out some steam.
His opportunity arrived around midday, when Stone tried to assist the troubleshooting process. "Have you checked if the battery is fully secured? If it moves around there may-"
Robotnik shut him up with a single glare. "Stone. Pin yourself to the wall," Robotnik ordered and Stone looked around in confusion. "NOW!"
Stone scurried over to the nearest free wall and leaned against it. After another glare from the doctor he lifted his hand and placed it against his chest. When he looked back up at Robotnik there was not even a sliver of fear in his eyes and god was that infuriating.
Robotnik stalked closer, rage growing with every step until he stood almost chest to chest with Stone.
"I don't need your advice, agent. Your brain is laughably human and prone to stupidity."
Stone's eyes were big and round and Robotnik was burning to let all of his anger out on him. With one quick motion he lifted his arm and wrapped his gloved fingers around Stone's throat, pressing on his windpipe. If somehow possible, the agent's eyes grew even wider. It was surprising that his hands didn't immediatly flail up to defend himself. Stone's perfect self-control only fueled his rage further.
"I don't need you. You are a convenient tool at best and an annoying imbecile for most of the time. There is nothing-" his grip around the agent's throat tightened, "-that you can offer me that I can't achieve by myself or with my machines." He relaxed his grip and closed his eyes with a sigh. The agent began coughing as soon as the pressure was lifted, but Robotnik's hand remained where it was for a few lingering seconds.
"I'm sorry, Doctor." Stone pressed out and his voice sounded hoarse, like he had just woken up from a restful sleep. That paired with the small smile he was offering the doctor disgusted Robotnik enough to quickly withdraw his hand and dramatically wipe his palm on the agent's suit jacket. He looked Stone up and down with a scowl before returning back to his troubleshooting.
It was well after Stone had clocked out for the day that Robotnik dared to open up the compartment that contained the battery. He wasn't surprised at what he found. One of the resin pieces that was crucial for holding everything in place was thinner than his original design called for. If it broke, which could easily happen, the battery would rattle around in it's compartment, causing all sorts of power supply issues. At least it was an easy fix. Robotnik let his head fall into his hands with another heavy sigh. Stone was making him feel like a fool, he needed to get rid of that agent once and for all. Time to bring out the heavy guns.
******
Robotnik caught himself rambling about the importance of IT as a basic skill that everyone should posess. Stone stood next to him, attentive as always, with his hands clasped together. He nodded as Robotnik pulled up some very interesting statistics that were probably lost on that slow brain of Stone's, but now that he was already going at it he might as well continue.
"Some people really think they could replace me," Robotnik snarled as he slowly began snaking his arm around Stone's middle, "but if you made them read any of my basic data structures their puny little brains would explode!" He took note of how the agent's muscles tensed up the moment he grabbed his waist. He kept his hand on that spot as he continued his rant, although he was suddenly way more interested in Stone's reactions to the unexpected touch. He seemed nervous, but still not afraid. There was no way he didn't interpret the touch as unprofessional, he was dumb but not that dumb. Maybe he thought he could put up with this behaviour if it meant keeping his job. He must be getting paid a lot. Well, if the agent thought this was the worst Robotnik could do, he had another thing coming.
That thing? Unsolicited shoulder rubs. Wholy unprofessional and way over the line.
Robotnik grinned to himself when he entered the room with the desk that Stone had claimed for himself. He was sitting in his chair, seemingly enraptured in whatever it was that he kept busy with. This time Robotnik wasn't trying to be sneaky, he simply walked up behind Stone and watched what he was doing over his shoulder. Then, without warning, he placed both gloved hands on the agent's trapezius muscles. Stone went rigid as the doctor pressed his thumbs into his shoulders.
"Tz. How are you supoosed to be efficient if you're so tense. Relax, agent," Robotnik almost purred as he slowly began massaging his assistant's muscles. He could feel Stone relax slowly under his grip and it gave him a whole different feeling of power. Quickened pulse and breath, increased bloodflow if the face, tense posture. All symptoms of fear, now he was getting somewhere.
******
Robotnik would have never described himself as a sadist, as that presupposes tolerating the presence of another human for an extended amount of time.
But as he engaged in this experiment, this game, he found exitement in the notion of being a predator. The power he felt with every shiver of fear he induced was intoxicating, he almost didn't want it to end anymore. Almost.
His next move was the most daring one yet. Ronotnik hadn't thought he'd actually go this far with his plan, but he felt like he was only one victory away from getting rid of Stone forever.
The agent was standing at his workplace when Robotnik casually walked passed him. With a smooth movement he stuck out his palm and gave the agent a light smack on the ass. As he continued walking he looked at Stone with a triumphant grin. The agent's face was red from embarassment and his eyes wide from shock. Nice.
He continued to his own desk as casually as possible, not wanting to break his act now. But as the day went on, nothing happened. Not a word from Stone about the clear transgeession.
Frustrated, Robotnik pulled up a google search. If was unlikely, but maybe he was somehow missing something.
He quickly typed 'what is workplace sexual haressment' and clicked on the first website that sounded promising.
Unwanted behaviour of sexual nature....etc etc...to be sexual harassment, the unwanted behaviour must have either:
• violated someone's dignity
• created an intimidating, hostile, degrading, humiliating or offensive environment for someone
Well, he had certainly already done both.
Robotnik scrolled past the 'who is responsible' tab, he knew he was the bad guy here, didn't need a website spelling it out for him. Alright, examples. Let's see...touching someone against their will, check. Making sexual remarks...check. Asking questions about-
Robotnik heard the door open and screamed. He never closed a tab so fast in his entire life. When he turned around he looked into the face of a very dazzled Stone by the door, holding two coffees.
"I'm sorry, Doctor? I just wanted to bring you a coffee."
Robotnik composed himself. What was he so jumpy for anyways? Instead of a verbal response he simply opted for holding out his open palm, making grabbing motions like a toddler demanding a treat.
As soon as Stone got close enough, Robotnik snatched a coffee out of his hand and took a big sip. It was...decent, actually. Sweeter than usual. He furrowed his brows at Stone, who looked at the two cups in suprise. "Uh, that was mine, i believe..." he said as if that wasn't completely obvious.
"I'll keep it." Robotnik decided and Stone didn't protest.
******
The next move had to be drastic, the Doctor decided the following day. Take the things that have caused fear in Stone before and put them together. Couldn't be that hard.
Robotnik glanced at the clock, 11:59am, any moment Stone would bring him another coffee and update him about any important e-mails. He was almost giddy, his knee bouncing up and down as he waited.
When the door opened, Robotnik wasted no time. He slid out of his chair and towards the agent, who put the coffee down on a shelf as he noticed the doctor's narrowed eyes. He almost backed against the wall by himself as Robotnik wordlessly cornered him.
When he was close enough to feel the agents breath he leaned against the wall on one hand, placing his other one on Stone's waist. The blush that crept onto the agent's face told him to keep going. Sexual comments, Robotnik reminded himself.
"Sometimes i wonder what you're hiding under that neatly ironed suit of yours, Stone," he murmured and delighted in the deepened blush and widened eyes that followed. "But I think i'm going to find out soon."
Robotnik felt Stone's back arch slighty at those words and he could almost hear the agent's heart racing. Understandable, he had just been directly threatened, anyone of sound mind would be terrified at the words the doctor had just spoken.
Satisfied with his performance, Robotnik pulled back and gave Stone room to escape. After a few moments of Stone standing frozen against the wall and staring at him, Robotnik turned around and pretended to continue with his work. He watched Stone's reflection on an unused screen take a step towards him and then stop. He looked like he wanted to say something. Then he just turned on the spot and left hurriedly.
This was it. He'd won. Robotnik had gotten rid of the most persistent g.u.n. agent in the history of stubborness. He should have felt triumphant.
Why did that win not set of his dopamine receptors? Maybe they were all burned off from toying with the agent for so long.
It didn't matter, Robotnik told himself, he had achieved his goal. He was once again alone.
Well.
Back to work.
Robotnik spent two hours on the robotic arms, before pressing undo 500 times and letting his head fall on the table. He wasn't getting anywhere in this mood.
His mind kept circling back to the image of Stone's big round eyes, looking like defenseless prey under the paw of a wolf. Or a lion. Or a wolf-lion hybrid.
His own thoughts didn't make sense anymore.
Robotnik decided to go clear out Stone's work space. As soon as any signs of the man's presence had been erased, surely the thoughts about him would disappear as well.
As he the doctor marched towards the door, something on the shelf caught his eye. The forgotten coffee cup that Stone had brought him only a few hours before.
Oh well, any signs of him had to be erased.
Robotnik picked up the now cold drink and took a sip. It was sweet like the one he had stolen from Stone the previous day. The agent had made them both the same coffee order. The sweetness on his tounge turned bitter with the thought. He put down the coffee and decided to take care of it later.
Robotnik was chewing on his lip when he entered Stone's ex-workspace. He couldn't understand why he felt so...weird about finally accomplishing his goal of multiple months.
"Doctor! I just wanted to-"
"AHH!"
When he entered the area, Stone stood up from his chair and Robotnik almost fell over from shock.
"Oh, i'm sorry, Doctor. I didn't mean to startle you. Are you alright?"
Robotnik stared at the agent in utter disbelief. He had spend the last few months verbally, emotionally, physically and sexually harassing this man. And here he was. At his desk, showing genuine concern for having startled the doctor. It felt like his brain was about to short-circut.
Stone began walking towards him and something in Robotnik snapped.
Without warning, he pushed Stone against the wall, assuming a similar position to the one they were in only a few hours ago.
"You are the most bothersome-" he placed a leg between those of his assistant, "agent i have ever had the misfortune of meeting," Robotnik growled into Stone's face. His eyes were friendly, almost...fond?
"I wish we had never met."
Robotnik meant it. Before he had met Stone, he had been content with being alone all the time. The agent had done something to him on a fundamental level that he wasn't able to change back.
He pressed their bodies together, close enough that their noses were touching and his leg pressed into the agent's groin. He waited for Stone to show fear or respond in any way that would be appropriate, but instead he smiled at him. The man goddamn smiled up at Robotnik as if he'd complimented him.
And then he tilted his head slightly to the right and pressed their lips together.
Now Robotnik's brain short-circutted. His eyes fluttered shut and he let it happen. Standing perfectly still against the agent's kiss, almost as if to not scare him away.
When Stone pulled back Robotnik opened his eyes and was met with that big fucking grin again.
"Looks like you'll have to report me to HR now," Stone teased in a low voice.
Robotnik felt as if his brain had just experienced a strong lag, only now responding to what had happened.
He crashed their mouths back together, kissing Stone with a hunger he didn't know he had. For some reason that his brain couldn't comprehend Stone kissed him back. He even swung his arms around the Doctor's neck and pulled him closer, inadvertently causing the friction on his crotch to increase.
The small moan that escaped Stone into the kiss lingered on Robotnik's tounge and he wanted to taste more of it, so much more.
He practically pryed the agent's mouth open with his tounge before exploring the inside of his mouth, Stone's tounge barely even trying to fight back. When they parted to catch their breath, Robotnik looked Stone over. His lips were parted, red from the aggressive kiss and his cheeks were flushed. In the agent's eyes he saw the same hunger that he felt staring back at him.
Their bodies were still pressed together tightly and next the the outline of Stone's hard dick, Robotnik felt his own raging hard-on. When had that become a thing?
They didn't stay apart for long, sloppily kissing and running their hands over each other while Robotnik tried to maneuver them over to Stone's desk.
When Robotnik roughly grabbed his agent and turned him around, shoving his face onto the desk, Stone let out a small hiss of pain. It only worsened the want that thrummed underneath Robotnik's outer layer of skin.
The Doctor leaned over Stone, grinding his hips against the agent as he whispered in his ear.
"You're a terrible assistant, distracting me like this."
Stone let out a small needy sound that send a shiver down Robotniks spine. When he straightened his upper body he noticed Stone fumbling with a desk drawer.
The doctor pulled it open and spotted what his agent had been going for. Among mostly normal office supplies he found a small bottle of lubricant. He chuckled. Stone was already eagerly getting out of his pants as Robotnik removed his gloves. He made sure to throw them onto the table in a way that Stone saw, which earned him another small moan. He needed to hear more of that immediatly.
After Robotnik applied a generous amount of lubricant to both his finger and Stone's hole, he caressed his muscular back with his left hand.
"Keeping lubricant in your desk. You're a freak." He waited a second for his agent to open his mouth to respond before slipping a finger inside of him. The moan that Stone involuntarily let out was enough to make him slap his own hand in front of his mouth in embarassment.
Robotnik's lips curled into a - he had to admit it - sadistic grin as he began moving his finger inside of Stone, pushing in and out and moving it in small circles to relax him.
"Please...more..." came a muffled plead from behind the agent's hand and Robotnik gladly obeyed. The second finger entered Stone and he made a pathetic attempt at stifling the noises that left him.
When Robotnik began curling his fingers, the agent let out a small surprised 'fuck' that sent a shiver along the Doctor's neck.
He didn't have the patience for a third finger, instead taking his two out and wiping off the lube on Stone's suit jacket, before helping him take it off.
He barely registered that Stone was saying something through the haze of his arousal, but it sounded needy and pleading. Robotnik finally undid his own pants and freed his cock, covering it in lube with a few efficient strokes. He grabbed Stone, who eagerly spread his legs for him, by the waist with one hand and used the other to align himself with Stone's entrance.
"Last chance to quit, Agent Stone," he growled, "after this you're mine."
Stone seemed to struggle against the instinct to just push himself back onto the cock as he chuckled between heavy breaths.
"Never, Doctor. Please. Please make me yours."
"You still puzzle me, Stone," Robotnik responded and pushed himself inside Stone, burrying his dick inside his agent, who let out whiny moans as he tried to push back against Robotnik.
The doctor started his movements slow, mostly for his own pleasure though Stone surely appreciated it as well. But when Stone began pushing back more, fucking himself against Robotnik and taking his cock deeper every time, it became harder to hold back.
The sensation was overwhelming. The Doctor wasn't a man that chased pleasure like a mindless ape, but right now he wanted nothing more than for this moment to continue forever.
His spine was conducting electricity straight from where he was enveloped by Stone's warm body to his brain and everything else was numbed. It was just him and Stone and the rythm that they fell into.
Stone's body was the only thing he felt, Stone's cologne was the only scent he smelled and Stone's moans were the only sound he heard.
With every thrust the pleasure inside of him built up to a grand crescendo that threatened to overtake him.
"Doctor, fuck, Ivo," Stone breathed and Robotnik saw that he was stroking himself in the same rythm he was getting fucked. The situation was incredibly hot, both literally and figuratively.
"Stone," he pressed out between clenched teeth and grabbed onto his agent's hips with both hands to hit deeper, harder, anyway that he could get more out of this.
"Fuck, Doctor, i'm going to cum, please I-"
Robotnik closed his eyes as the orgasm washed over Stone, the sensation of his muscles clenching around him paired with the sound of his stuttering moans was possibly the single best experience he'd ever had.
He continued pounding into Stone until he felt his own release following short after. The orgasm hit him like a wave and he couldn't help it as his thrusts became arythmical and his knees threatened to buckle beneath him. Stars were exploding behind his eyelids and under the outer layer of his skin.
Slowly he shuddered to a stop and leaned over Stone, panting and holding himself up with his forearms. When the overwhelming sensation finally passed he pressed a gentle kiss into his agent's neck, who hummed in delight.
They stayed like this for a few more minutes. No talking necessary, only their combined labored breathing. Eventually Robotnik stepped back and watched his cum drip out of Stone as he tucked himself back into his pants.
His voice came out hoarse as he spoke. "There's a shower in the bathroom. We should get cleaned up or this lab will become a biohazard."
When Stone turned around on shaky legs, he had that big dumb smile on his face again. Robotnik found that it didn't really bother him anymore.
"Of course, Doctor. Whatever you say."