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Before Stone was assigned to Doctor Robotnik, he had a much more expansive social life. Especially with his fellow agents, he used to go to all the meet ups, the parties, bowling nights. There was a hole in his life he filled with pretending to be interested in asinine conversations and meaningless sex. He had no family of his own but at least he had people he could call friends- despite his general dislike towards them.
When he was assigned to Doctor Robotnik, his world changed. All he needed was the Doctor in his life. He was fascinated for the first time by another human, his compliments genuine, his admiration sincere. Stone was smitten from the very start. And the Doctor slowly, very slowly, began to trust Stone more and more with his inventions, his life, his thoughts.
As his world began to revolve more and more around Doctor Robotnik his need for other human company and hook ups ceased. And he didn’t care one bit, eagerly dedicating more and more of his time to the genius who barely left his labs. To take care of the man was a privilege, to protect him an honor, to stand by his side a pleasure.
So he’s not happy when he checks his phone and sees a string of texts from Agent Maria.
M: Stoneyyyyyy
M: agent party tomorrow night 10pm @ derek’s place
M: its been too long man
M: if you say you’re busy im calling in the favor from 07
M: see you there biiiiitch <3
While Stone’s shift technically ends at 2100, he enjoys lingering longer to make the Doctor his nightly latte if he’s staying late and giving the badniks an extra polish before the weekend. Some nights Doctor Robotnik will leave at the same time Stone does and is in a good enough mood he’ll go on a tangent about star constellations.
And now he’ll have to make his excuses and go to this party instead. Wonderful.
The next night Stone steps into Derek’s house holding a small bottle of tequila to the sound of chatter and music. His eyes scan the room, counting seven other agents also still in their work suits. He must be the last to arrive, the Doctor having demanded a latte before Stone left and he spent more time on the foam art than he’d like to admit.
“Stone!”
“Stoneyyyy!”
“Welcome in, man!”
A chorus of voices shout at him. He nods back and moves over to the table set up to the side, a collection of bottles and red cups on top. He sets down his tequila but doesn’t pour himself a cup.
When he gets drunk around the other agents the likelihood of him staying the night to sleep with one of them goes up exponentially. No, he’s determined to leave this place completely sober.
An agent bounds up to him and he turns to see Agent Maria grinning at him. He smiles back at her even though he finds her informal way of addressing her fellow agents grating.
“Stoneyyyy!” She claps him on the arm and raises her voice to address the others, “Now that everyone’s here, time for the fun to begin!”
A chorus of cheers rises up from around the room.
“And, as a thank you for hosting, Derek gets to choose the first game!”
Derek stands up from the couch and raises his red cup. “Time for some strip poker, people!”
The group hoots and hollers as they begin making their way into the dining room. Stone groans inwardly and strengthens his resolve not to drink, following the others and taking a seat at the long table.
Derek begins dealing out the cards as he goes over the rules. “We’re playing poker Anaconda style tonight. First round, pass three cards to your right, second round, two to your left, third round one across. Then we reveal our cards. The lowest hand loses and has to either drink a shot or remove a piece of clothing. Highest hand gets to put back on a piece of clothing.”
Stone picks up his seven cards and scans them, keeping his face neutral even as he wants to curse. Not even a pair. Hopefully he’ll get luckier during the swaps.
They play a round and Stone loses as the others reveal pairs and full houses. The group cheers as Stone shrugs out of his jacket and drapes it over his chair.
The next round Stone’s hand has two kings in it and he suppresses a smile, his eyes scanning the rest of the table. Karl always has the most obvious tells, and from his wide eyed stare he’s been dealt a shitty hand. Maria is practically squirming in her seat with excitement.
They do the swaps then reveal. Stone doesn’t win the highest hand, that goes to Maria, but at least he doesn’t lose again like Peter does. Peter takes a shot of vodka and they begin again.
They play round after round as the night grows long. Stone and Karl have the worst luck, and while Karl gets blitzed on Stone’s tequila he finds himself stripped of everything but his pants, watch and boxers. He doesn’t get the highest hand once to reclaim any of his clothing. Stone can feel several sets of appreciative eyes on him and once again promises himself not to take a single drink lest he fall into the temptation of subpar drunk sex.
It’s another two rounds and Stone loses both, the pants coming off first. The rest of the table have been teasing him for not taking off his watch yet, but it’s a gift from the Doctor and he refuses to give it up until it's between that and his boxers. He reluctantly unclips the watch to the sound of cheering.
“It’s like seeing a Victorian lady flash her ankle.” Charles whispers loudly to Frank, who laughs and nods. Stone feels even more naked without his watch and is determined to win it back.
Twenty minutes later, Stone is still down to his boxers when he hears the familiar sound of a laser slicing through wood and metal. He and the other agents jump up from their seats as a loud BANG comes from the front entrance.
They all turn to see Doctor Robotnik standing on top of a busted down door, a half dozen badniks surrounding him with turrets out. He looks pissed, and his eyes immediately lock onto Stone, his face twisting in rage as he seemingly takes in the situation.
“STONE!” Robotnik roars. “WHERE IS YOUR WATCH?!”
He looks dumbly down at his bare wrist. Idiot, idiot, idiot, of course the Doctor noticed, of course he would come to investigate.
“I’ll get it-” Stone starts, only for the Doctor to snarl and crook a gloved finger at him.
“Come here. Now.”
Stone quickly makes his way across the living room. The other agents begin to murmur softly behind him, and Derek says,
“Doctor Rob-”
“SHUT UP, AGENT NOBODY! And none of you fucking move, or you’re getting a laser through the arm.” Stone makes it to the Doctor’s side, a pit of anxiety forming in his stomach, and the man grabs him by the back of his bare neck.
“I’m going to have a little conversation with my agent. Excuse us.” He says, voice laced with venom, and starts shoving Stone towards the open bathroom at the end of the small hallway. Stone stumbles but keeps moving, the Doctor’s hand a warm brand on his neck.
He steps into the bathroom, the tiles cold under his feet, and the Doctor’s boots click after him before the door is slammed shut.
“Doctor, I-”
“Be quiet, Agent Stone.” His mouth clicks shut at the fury threaded through the Doctor’s voice, an anger he doesn’t remember ever being directed at him before, even when he messes up the first latte of the morning. Was he about to be fired?
The Doctor squeezes his neck and pushes him until he’s facing the bathroom sink and mirror. Stone stares at the Doctor through the reflection and the man’s other hand lifts up and grabs his hair, forcing his gaze downwards.
“Do you know what I see, Stone?” He asks in a tone that says he doesn’t want an answer. Stone stares straight ahead at his half naked form in the mirror.
“I see unprofessionalism. Carelessness. An insipid fool catering to the whims of others.” Each word strikes Stone like a bullet through the heart. He wants to sink into the floor and disappear. His eyes begin shining with tears that he tries to blink away.
Doctor Robotnik leans closer, hissing into Stone’s ear, “You know what else I see? I don’t see an Agent I can respect. No, I see a whore. A slut who thinks he’s free to show himself off to others. A disobedient puppy who forgot he has an owner.” Hot shame brings red to his cheeks and he feels horny and confused. The Doctor doesn’t talk to him like this, he-
The hand in his hair grips tighter and pulls, yanking Stone up onto his tip toes and the back of his head falls onto Robotnik’s shoulder, his eyes rolling up towards the ceiling.
“Do I need to put a collar and leash on you, Stone? So you remember who you belong to? Because I can do that. Lead you around GUN and yank at you when you try to stray. I thought you were loyal. I thought you were good.”
I am, Stone thinks desperately, I am, I promise, it was just a mistake, please forgive me, Doctor.
The hand in his hair shoves him forward so he’s looking in the mirror again, his eyes immediately snapping to the Doctor’s intense brown ones.
“Speak,” he cooly commands, and Stone immediately starts blabbering.
“I’m so sorry Doctor, it was an error of judgement on my part, it won’t happen again-”
“Shhhh,” Robotnik squeezes the back of his neck, and Stone quiets. “I know it won’t. Because you’re going to take your punishment,” with that, the Doctor drapes his body over Stone, and to his shock he can feel the Doctor’s hard cock press up against his ass, “and if you’re good, I’ll forgive you. Comprende?”
“Yes, sir,” the words fall out of his mouth on autopilot even as it feels like his universe has shifted a foot to the left when he wasn’t looking. Gloved hands slide off his neck and around his front, palming at his pecs as the Doctor begins slowly grinding against him. A tongue licks a long stripe up Stone’s neck and he shivers, brown eyes meet his in the mirror as the Doctor bites down hard on his pulse point.
His hands fly up to his mouth, clamping down as he lets out a muffled moan. He’s all too aware of the agents outside, and the possibility of discovery has his dick tenting in his boxers.
Doctor Robotnik begins to suck and run his tongue over bruised skin, Stone rocking against him. Metal tipped fingers thumb at his nipples, and the mix of pleasure and pain has his head spinning. His dick is throbbing now, bucking uselessly into the air as he bares his throat for the Doctor, watching the mirror as the man shifts down lower to leave another mark.
The Doctor really likes biting him, because it isn’t until five hickies later does he pull away from Stone’s neck with a final nip. Stone keeps his hands firmly over his mouth the entire time, smothering his groans and whines from the Doctor’s ministrations.
The other man reaches over and opens one of the counter drawers; Stone watches Robotnik’s grin turn triumphant as he pulls out a jar of vaseline. Hands stop playing with his nipples and slide down to pull off his boxers instead, exposing him to the cold bathroom.
“This’ll do. Bend over, Stone, and grab the sink for me.” He quickly obeys and the Doctor rewards him with a swat on the ass before he plunges two slick fingers into his hole, stretching him open much too fast.
“AH- Doctor!” He cries out before he can stop himself, the rough slide of gloved fingers overwhelming him. Robotnik begins scissoring him open, curling and prodding inside of him until he brushes against the spot that makes him see stars. His whole body jerks and Stone bites his lip hard to not make a sound. He can feel the skin split, a trickle of warm blood drips down his chin and into his beard.
The Doctor begins rubbing insistently against Stone’s prostate, milking soft whines and whimpers from him. Stone meets his eyes in the mirror and sees the Doctor smirking evilly back, glittering eyes studying him.
“How long do you think you’ll be able to remain quiet, Agent?” Robotnik whispers huskily into his ear, “How long before they realize how whorish you truly are, getting fucked by your boss to get out of trouble? Scandalous. Even career destroying, I’d say.”
Stone squeezes his eyes shut, trying to compose himself, only for the Doctor to add another finger and begin brutally fucking him open. It’s so much better and intense than the times Stone has fingered himself, and the sheer gratifying pleasure was almost enough to make him throw caution to the wind and let his jaw go lax and moans escape his lips.
The Doctor’s fingers withdraw and his hot, hard cock brushes against Stone’s entrance. He tries to relax, trembles as the Doctor begins pushing his way inside. The stretch, the heat, the fullness- Stone closes his eyes, lost to the sensations, only for the Doctor to grab his hair and yank his head back. His eyes fly open and he sees himself in the mirror, the Doctor behind him, sinking into him, his stern face gone lax in pleasure.
He presses in until their hips are flush together, staying still for the moment as they both breathe. Stone feels taken, owned completely by the other man. He didn’t need a leash or collar- just the worshipful shine of his eyes must be enough to satisfy the Doctor.
A gloved hand reaches around and begins stroking his dick, and Stone begins to fall apart, his mouth falls open as he pants desperately, his cheeks flushed and sweat shining on his brow. The Doctor stays maddening still inside of him and Stone tries to grind back against him, only for the man to stop him with a firm hand on his hip.
His strokes get faster and faster, the leather warm and intimate and the star of Stone’s wet dreams for years. It’s inescapable, and Stone raises his fist to his mouth and bites down as he cums into the Doctor’s hand. Pleasure shoots down his spine all the way to his curled toes as his orgasm strikes through him like lightning, leaving his vision spotty and his knuckles throbbing.
The Doctor’s hand releases him and holds onto the other side of his hip instead. And then the man begins fucking Stone, holding him in place as he picks up speed.
“Hands on the sink, Stone,” Robotnik orders, and he grips the side of the sink hard, hanging his head down. The slap of their bodies connecting sounds too loud in the quiet bathroom, slick and intimate and undeniable. Can they hear them? Will his reputation remain-
The Doctor shifts the angle and suddenly he’s striking hard against Stone’s prostate with every thrust. Stone’s mouth opens in a silent scream as overwhelming pleasure whites out his vision and he can feel himself growing hard again too fast, too soon. He squirms desperately on the Doctor’s dick, not sure if he wants more or less in the moment. But he’ll take whatever the Doctor will give him, whatever he wants, he’ll do anything-
“Say you belong to me,” Robotnik demands, their eyes connecting in the mirror again and Stone can’t look away, wanting nothing more than to please the man he loves.
“I belong to- uh, ah, to you, sir,” Stone pants, and Robotnik shakes his head.
“Say it louder. Say it so everyone can hear.” Another powerful thrust has Stone’s head spinning as he cries out,
“I BELONG TO YOU! I’M YOURS, DOCTOR!”
“Good boy,” Robotnik gasps, slams into him one more time and cums hard, flooding Stone’s insides with warmth.
For a minute the air is filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing. Then the Doctor slowly pulls out of Stone and drags his boxers back up. Stone pries his fingers away from the sink and straightens, staring at the Doctor in the mirror. The man looks back at him, his expression strangely soft before it twists back into impatient irritation.
“You’re forgiven.” He says shortly, and the tightness in Stone’s chest finally goes away. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to go back in there, retrieve the watch, and we’re going to leave. Capiche?”
Stone shifts, his hard cock straining against his boxers. “If I can just have a minute to-”
Robotnik tsks. “Now, Agent. Chop, chop.”
Stone sucks in a breath and nods. He opens the door and steps into the hallway.
The agents have all been frozen in place for minutes, Doctor Robotnik’s drones hovering menacingly in front of them, their turrets making clicking noises if they even shift in place. They can hear faint sounds coming from the bathroom, but it’s not loud enough where they can truly eavesdrop.
They do hear a muffled shout of, ‘I belong to you! I’m yours, Doctor!” That has all of them shooting pointed glances at each other. Poor Stone, his boss is intense and inappropriate and a nightmare to work with. Who bothers their subordinate after hours over a watch of all things?
Footsteps in the hallway, and Stone comes into view. His hair is mussed, he has new red marks on his neck that definitely weren’t there before, and his boxers are tenting up with an obvious erection. The man doesn’t make eye contact with any of them, just moves past into the dining room.
A moment later he walks back out, now wearing the watch. Doctor Robotnik steps into view as well, scanning the room and smirking at their terrified expressions.
Stone goes to his side, still barefoot and naked except for boxers and a watch. His eyes are now solely on the Doctor, devotion and awe practically radiating out of him.
“Have a good night everyone!” The Doctor says cheerfully. “Auf Wiedersehen!” He then grabs Stone by the back of the neck again and steers him out, the badniks slowly following them.
They’re all still frozen in place until the last badnik disappears from sight, the tension in the air slowly dissipating.
Maria finally says, “So they’re definitely fucking, right?”
The silence breaks like a popped balloon as all of them begin talking at once about the most exciting end to a poker game since the orgy of ‘17.