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Robotnik is fuming.
His anger is mostly a quiet thing now that he's retired and settled down. But right now.. right now it threatens to boil over as he grips the handle of his mug with such intensity he thinks it may snap off completely. Not that he would care if it did. Perhaps the noise would be distraction enough to stop the scene in front of him.
His eye twitches as he looks back across the room, back at the source of his irritation. Across the Mean Bean stands Wade, his partner, his, behind the counter, ever-so-politely talking to a customer. A customer who has been there for five minutes and forty-two seconds too long, and is very obviously flirting with the man. And Wade knows it too, he's not quite as dense as everyone might be led to think.
Wade is uncomfortable. Even the most socially inept person (e.g. Robotnik) could tell. Of course Robotnik is attuned enough to his partners to even notice the slightest of demeanor change, but the way Wade's shoulders hunch and he looks around nervously makes Robotnik's skin crawl.
The last straw comes when Wade runs a hand through his hair, deliberately showing off a silver wedding band— one made by Robotnik's own hands— and the hint goes entirely ignored by this brain-dead caffeine addict. He snaps. He puts his cup down perhaps harder than he should, the porcelain knocking loudly against the table. His chair screeches against the tiles as he stands. Good, he thinks while marching over, surely noise will get their attention.
He slams a hand down between Wade and the failure of a homewrecker, leaning much too close to the latter. Looming. Frightening. Calling in the big GUNs with his old intimidation tactics.
"We're closed." He says firmly.
"But it's only—"
"Abapba!" Robotnik interrupts the reminder of the hours of the shop he owns, "We. Are closed."
The person huffs, trying to find words to argue back. Before they can, Robotnik picks up the coffee in between them and Wade and shoves it into their hand, not even caring if it so happens to not be theirs. It's not statistically likely considering the full house of zero other customers they currently have.
"Have a dazzling day," he sneers, and the person finally, finally gets the hint and turns tail to leave.
Wade breathes a sigh of relief as the interloper walks out the door.
"You. Come with me." the command sparks visible fear and excitement in its receiver as he's dragged towards the door at the back of the cafe.
—
Much better, Robotnik thinks to himself, unable to voice the thought aloud.
His hand grips tightly into the shoulder of Wade's shirt, pulling the neckline to the side to make way for his teeth. Teeth which are currently sunk into the junction of the other man's neck and shoulder from behind.
He bites down a bit harder and relishes the way Wade tenses before relaxing, melting into Robotnik's touch. So pliable, so simple it is when things are as they should be. When what belongs to him is under his hands and between his teeth.
He loses himself in the feeling, not caring how much time passes. All that matters is Wade's back to his chest and his arms holding the man there. The pressure is grounding, even more so with Wade's hands holding onto his knees. He moves from spot to spot, leaving marks in his wake. Red and purple bruises bloom beautifully against lightly freckled skin, teeth marks indenting but not often taking. The work of art he's creating will be among his most beloved pieces. By the time he hears the door to their residence open, he's leaned across the man's lap, marking his collarbone.
Hazy eyes look up to see Stone returning from his grocery run, the entire reason Wade had been behind the counter in the first place. In contrast to Robotnik's silent acknowledgement of Stone's return, though, Wade immediately whips his head to the left, clocking Robotnik in the head with his chin. Robotnik falls back onto the bed with an oomf as Wade immediately recoils and starts profusely apologizing.
"Oh my god, love, I'm so sorry," Wade says, arms still loosely encircling the man.
Robotnik doesn't respond, dizzy from both the hit and from being so suddenly jolted from his reverie, and instead opts to reach for his glasses on the bedside table. Just as he puts them on, Wade's hand reaches and rubs the spot he had hit. Robotnik looks up, propped up on his elbow, and meets soft, caring eyes that immediately dull the pain.
"Are you okay?" says his kind, loving voice.
"Yes, I'm alright," Robotnik answers. He can't make himself not answer, the words are practically drawn out of him. That's how it's always been with him. There's always been something with Wade that makes Robotnik say more than he means to. Maybe it's the fact that he'd been working on digging out everything GUN had rooted in him when they first met, Stone encouraging him to branch out and be social. Maybe it's the fact that he had gained Stone's favor so quickly, the two clicking rather quickly over the counter that led to their current situation, just with Wade on the other side.
In the kitchen side of their studio apartment, Robotnik hears Stone chuckle over the shuffling of paper bags.
"What's so funny?" Robotnik squints at the man.
"Nothing," his smile is so wide, it's blinding. Perfect teeth— all thirty-two. He's counted. "You two are just so cute."
He says it as he walks over, planting a kiss on Robotnik's head before changing the topic.
"You two are up here early," an observation, not a question.
Robotnik's mental walls immediately try to come down, instinctively defensive. "It's my shop, I can close it early if I want."
"Never said you couldn't. I'm just curious, is all." He sits down on the bed at Wade's back. Wade turns to sit facing the same way, bumping their shoulders together affectionately.
"He dragged me up here. Literally dragged me," Wade says.
"As if I would let you stay in the eye of the public after some absolute imbecile had the gall to attempt a move on what is rightfully mine." The anger surges back through Robotnik, and the last words are practically hissed out.
Stone's eyes widen in recognition as he puts the pieces together.
"I see… is that what this," he brings a hand up to press the marks on Wade's neck, eliciting a shiver from the man, "is about?"
"Yes, because apparently a wedding band isn't enough to ward off homewreckers."
Stone hums thoughtfully. "I think wedding bands attract homewreckers, though? If they are specifically intending to wreck a home, they'll need someone who is married."
"You have got to be kidding me."
"No, really. Think about it! If someone specifically intends to wreck a home, by definition there has to be a married couple."
Robotnik's eye twitches and he speaks through gritted teeth. "I know what you're doing."
Stone tilts his head slightly, his face a perfect mask of innocent confusion. "What ever do you mean, doctor?"
In the blink of an eye, Robotnik sits up and shoots a hand out to wrap around Stone's throat. He's stretched out across Wade's lap.
He laughs through it, amused even as his partner's grip tightens.
"If you keep this up, you'll end up like him" he squeezes and jerks his head towards Wade.
Stone is unperturbed, though he can barely breathe. A great deal of his focus is going to taking steady and measured breaths through his nose. When he has enough air, he's able to get a sentence out: "And if that's exactly what I want?"
Robotnik releases his hold and returns to his original position, tilting his chin up slightly. "Then you may just get it."
Stone smiles brightly at that.
"But not now. I'm not keen on rewarding bad behavior."