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The incessant beeping of the alarm clock by the bed stirred you from slumber. There's a groan from the other side of the room as Agent Stone reached over to turn it off. Your eyes slip open just in time to see as his arm wraps firmly around the doctor again.

The Doctor is in the middle, of course. Where else would he be? He deserves to be the centre of attention. Especially after his recent defeat. He needs it. You wrap your arm tighter around him as well, hand slipping slightly under his shirt, feeling his side. He's an older man, and his skin isn't as soft as it once had been, but that's alright. The slightly rougher texture is nice. Ooh, there's a scar around there too. Better avoid that. Don't want to hurt him. You and Stone both snuggle up closer, seeking his warmth.

“Ladies, ladies,” the Doctor grumbles jokingly, “there's enough of me to go round.”

Stone chuckles under his breath.

“I dunno, I might have to steal you all for myself, Sir.” He joked.

“HA. As if.” The Doctor shifted slightly, quietly wrapping his arms around the both of you. “Need two people to keep me warm. I'll be too cold with just one.”

“Naturally.” Stone nodded, before looking over at you, smiling softly. “You know, you've really picked two good cuddle buddies, Sir.”

“Mmn. I sure did.” The Doctor grinned smugly.

It's been like this for a while now. It's just become the norm for you to cuddle up with your boss. Whilst the Doctor was in recovery, you and Stone had been sleeping anywhere you could. Chairs. Counters. The floor. You'd take turns staying up and watching him. Sometimes, if you were both too tired and you were sure he'd be alright for a bit, you'd nap together, using one another to stay warm. When the Doctor had healed up enough and had discovered what you two had been doing, he insisted sharing began. It's hard to know if it was really because he was concerned with your back pains, or if he just felt left out. There was always the chance it was both, you suppose.

You quietly talk with them for a while. Discussing breakfast, the Doctor's livestream schedule, who's getting groceries... etc. etc. It's awfully domestic. None of you want to get up, not really.

“.. I'm not that hungry, actually. Five more minutes?” The Doctor mumbles, and he just sounds oh so sweet when he's tired.

The doctor had figured it out.

Finally. He knew why Stone was so obsessed with him.

The fool had the most pathetic crush on him that Eggman had ever seen.

He wasn't sure how he hadn't clocked on sooner.

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The day had started as usual. Stone attempted to wake him up, Eggman laid in bed for the next five minutes, he was brought his breakfast, he had a soak in the candle-surrounded bubble bath Stone prepared for him, yada-yada-yada...

They were in the lab working on a robot design now, and it was going great!

But then, Stone messed up. He made a latte too early, and it had gone cold. Which, of course, set off one of Eggman's famed tantrums completely valid fits of aggression.

“You IMBECILE!” Eggman grabbed Stone by the back of his neck, his entire hand wrapping around it, large enough to break it in half with one sharp movement. He slammed the agent down, pinning him to the desk, holding him there.

“S—Sir, I—!” He stammered pitifully.

“Do I need to remind you of how to do BASIC tasks, Agent? I wanted a nice HOT latte to warm me up! I did NOT order an iced coffee this time, did I?!” He bellowed, the second hand now on the small of his back, covering his entire waist. “Y'feel THAT?! I could snap you like a TWIG for this!”

Stone gasped. “I can feel it, Doctor—!”

“Damn right you can! You're at my MERCY, Agent, don't you forget it!” Eggman reminded him, squeezing his waist. Stone gasped again and whined, back arching instinctively. Eggman paused, raising an eyebrow. Oh? He didn't expect that.

“D—Doctor, 'm sorry, didn't mean to mess it up, made it too soon and it went cold, I—”

Eggman smashed Stone's head against the nearby keyboard, utter gibberish being typed into a previously-empty word document.

“—Ngh-!”

“Pathetic. That's what you are, Agent. Pathetic. Weren't you trained to do self-defence, hm? You're letting me do this to you, aren't you? You're capable of stopping me. So, why? Why allow this?” Eggman snarled, then grinned as he leant down, stomach pressing against Stone's body as he whispered in his ear. “Enjoy it, do you?”

“I— I—” Stone stammered, flushed red.

“It's okay, Stone, I get it. It's nice, isn't it? Being pinned down by a bigger man, being told what to do, following orders...” Eggman smirked.

“U—Uh— S-Sir—” Stone didn't even know what he was trying to say, he was just trying his best to defend himself against the accusations (and evidentally, he was failing to come up with a defence at all).

Eggman had figured it out. He was done for.

“That's why you work for me, isn't it? It gives you a thrill whenever I do this to you... You like being reminded that you're mine... You get off on this.” Eggman teased. “Tell me, Stone, why do you work for me?”

Stone panted beneath him, and decided he might as well confess. “I— I want you. So bad.”

Eggman giggled. “I know.”

Leaning down, the doctor began to bite at Stone's neck. The agent shivered and whined, back arching again. He found himself pressing back against the man behind him, gasping as he felt a clothed erection and immediately attempted to grind himself back against it. The doctor let out a pleased, low growl at that, pressing himself against Stone, breathing heavily. The hand on his waist snaked around to palm between Stone's legs, making him moan and buck into his hand needily.

“How about we take this back to my quarters, hm?” Eggman murmured, breath fanning against his neck.

“Yes, Maestro...!” Stone shivered, and let out a small squeak as Eggman carried him over his shoulder, letting out a rough chuckle. Stone squirmed to get comfortable, and soon found himself placed in front of the bed.

The doctor jumped on top of it carelessly, ignoring how the bed creaked with his landing, and giggled as he undressed, watching Stone's eyes grow bigger with every layer removed, soon getting to the point where he was staring directly at his cock, mouth watering. Eggman chuckled and showed off, laying back and spreading his legs, before crawling onto all fours and facing the wall, arching and showing off his ass whilst he ordered Stone to "stay" like he was a dog. Of course, he obeyed. Then, Eggman turned back to face Stone and sat looking at him, patting his lap.

“Come on, Agent...” He grinned. “Come worship your emperor.”

Breathlessly, Stone stepped forward, admiring every inch of skin he was able to look at. Forgetting to undress himself, he went straight to straddling the doctor's lap, kissing and biting at his chest, drawn to the cute little noises and giggles the doctor let out in response.

“Eager, aren't you? How long have you wanted this, hm?” Eggman teased.

“E-Ever since I first learnt about you, Maestro, I... I wanted you so badly before we even met...” Stone whispered, hands roaming over the doctor's belly, squeezing it gently. “Fuck, you're beautiful, Sir...”

“Hehe, I know~.” Eggman grinned, not bothering to compliment back, letting out a pleased sigh at the feeling of Stone kissing at his chest again. “Ah, that's it, keep at it... There's a good boy.”

Eggman ran a hand through Stone's hair, and the agent whined. Eggman's free hand reached into his bedside drawer, taking out lube as he began prepping himself, whimpering and moaning beautifully. Stone groaned, now painfully aware of his clothes, hurredly taking them off whilst he continued to lather the doctor's chest in kisses.

“C—Can I..-?” Stone asked nervously once the doctor was finished prepping.

“Yes, now! That's an order, I— Ah!” Eggman whined as Stone slowly pushed into him, gasping and quickly starting to seek more friction.

“Oh, Doctor, you feel so good, so good, Doctor, Maestro—” Stone babbled.

“Less talking, more- Oh— Stone-!” Eggman cut himself off with a loud moan as Stone abruptly sped up, immediately getting rough and desperate, hands grabbing at his thighs. The great emperor broke into needy whines, bucking his hips, letting out soft “ah, ah, ah”s as he chased the pleasure.

“S—So good, Stone, good boy—!” Eggman whimpered as Stone ground harder, pinning the doctor down by his wrists.

“It's okay, Doctor, I get it. It's nice, isn't it? Being pinned down by a bigger man, being told what to do, following orders...” Stone teased between grunts.

“You little brat, y— AH-! , YES, right there, sycophant, please—!” Eggman whined and arched, legs shaking.

“Oh? You say 'please' now, hm? Thought you were ordering me~” Stone grinned as he taunted him, slowing down slightly just to see him get frustrated.

“Sh-Shut up, I— AH-! I'm in charge, y-you— Keep going, damn you, faster-!” Eggman snapped, and Stone moaned as he obeyed, bucking his hips rapidly, the bed creaking beneath them as they felt themselves getting closer... and closer, and closer, and closer, and...

Eggman came first, with Stone soon following, the two soon left panting as Eggman sprawled out with Stone laying on top of him, still buried inside.

“F-Fuck... Maestro... love you... so much... Maestro, I love you...” Stone murmured breathlessly, still in a haze.

Eggman didn't know how to feel about that.

He wasn't sure if he felt the same.

But damn, that felt good. It had been a while since he'd had that much fun.

The first thing the doctor felt when he woke up was an unfortunately strong headache hitting him the moment the light entered the quarters of his mobile lab, landing directly on his eyelids. He groaned and tried to roll away from that light, and that was when he felt a second thing.

He felt that his legs were KILLING him, with his thighs in particular feeling as though he'd somehow pulled every single bit of muscle he could in them. Hissing, he tried to sit up, but that only made his legs hurt worse, and he realised he was ALSO aching in a much more... intimate area. He decided to lay back down the moment he felt that.

Ivo winced and opened his eyes, trying to figure out what exactly he'd managed to do to himself.

... Or rather, what his agent had done to him.

The doctor's eyes widened as he took in the sight. Agent Stone, in HIS bed, covered in HIS silky sheets, completely shirtless — wait, oh, no, it was worse, judging by the pants and boxers on the floor, he was completely naked. He slept so peacefully, so blissfully unaware of how utterly STUPID he'd been.

Ivo didn't know what to do with himself. The memories were coming back to him now. Oh God, had he begged him? He had a vague memory of saying far too many "please"s for his own liking. Fuck, he had, he'd BEGGED. The Great Doctor Robotnik has begged his subordinate to fuck him. He'd moaned like a whore, too. How was Stone supposed to take him seriously now?! 'He must think I'm pathetic', Ivo thought with a grimace.

And yet whilst he spiralled, Stone got to sleep, looking so perfectly innocent. It pissed him off. Really, really pissed him off.

Ivo slapped him.

“Wake! Up!” He barked, and Stone yelped and quickly sat up with a start, assessing his surroundings before realising that it was just the doctor who'd slapped him.

'Phew, not a threat', he thought, before he noticed the pure rage in the doctor's eyes, and... the bite marks on his neck, and his missing clothes, and... Oh shit. He was in BIG trouble. Maybe he WAS a threat.

“This—” Ivo gestured to the current state he was in, “—is all your fault.”

Stone swallowed, fighting the urge to stare at all the marks he'd left on his doctor. Wow.

“S—Sorry, Doctor.” Was all that came out.

“You should be! What have you done to me?! I can't MOVE!” Ivo snapped.

Stone tilted his head in confusion. “You can't move?”

“Yes, barnacle, I can't move my legs! You've broken them!” Ivo smacked Stone's chest. The agent didn't even flinch and just took it.

“I'm sorry, Doctor. Do you want any help?” Stone offered. “I could get you some painkillers? Or would you rather I massage them? What works best?”

Ivo groaned. “I don't know what'll help, just FIX it! This isn't exactly a problem I've had befor— OH, OW-!”

“Stop moving, Doctor, you're okay, I'll get you some painkillers.” Stone quickly reached into the nearest drawer and took out some tablets, passing them to the doctor, along with a water bottle that was on top of the bedside table.

Ivo quickly swallowed the tablets down with the water, and took to chugging at least half the bottle to try and soothe his headache. He pulled away from the drink with a gasp, shoving the bottle into the agent's hand without doing the lid up, causing it to slightly spill on his chest. Stone wiped the water droplets off and sipped the drink himself, before putting the bottle back.

'Indirect kiss', Ivo thought. 'Disgusting'.

An awkward silence fell amongst the two as they processed. Stone felt himself unable to avoid looking at the doctor's bites. He noticed they weren't just on the neck, and they went down to his chest too. He had a blurry memory of biting his back, as well. He was still in a bit of disbelief, to be honest. He'd done it. He'd slept with the world's most emotionally unavaliable man. The man he'd been pathetically crushing on ever since he'd first been made to pin himself to the wall. The incredible, genius, magnificent, gorgeous, ethereal, glorious, intelligent, godly, beauti—

“Stop staring at me like that.” Ivo grumbled. Stone cleared his throat.

“Sorry, Doctor. I'm just...” The agent sighed. “I'm in a bit of shock, really. Didn't see this coming.”

“Yeah, well, you and me both.” Ivo huffed. His stomach growled.

“... Hungry? I could make you breakfast in bed. It's the least I could do.” Stone offered.

“Quit doing the least you could do and start doing the most. After your little stunt, you owe me 5 star treatment. I want a full English breakfast and a latte ASAP. Get to it!”

Immediately, Stone got up, fully prepared to walk into the kitchen and start cooking as he was. Ivo squeaked like a Victorian seeing ankles for the first time and looked away, burning red.

“Dress yourself before going into my kitchen!”

“R-Right, right, sorry, Sir.” Stone scrambled to grab his clothes, pulling on his boxers and pants, before he noticed the state of his shirt.

“... Doctor, my shirt has been ripped.”

Ivo scoffed. “Ripped? Whaddya mean, rip-”

He cut himself off upon being hit with another memory.

He had TORN Stone's shirt off.

“... Ohhhhhh. Right.”

He coughed, then feigned a smug attitude.

“Did that on purpose. Knew you'd deserve a punishment for being so unprofessional in the morning. Have fun freezing!” He lied. He had done that out of pure desperation.

“Yeah, that's fair.” Stone accepted it, and headed into the kitchen as he was.

When Stone returned, he brought a full English breakfast and a latte with a drawing of a badnik in the latte art, as well as a stack of pancakes as a surprise. He helped the doctor sit and placed a pillow under his aching legs, then put the tray of food on his lap, tending to him gently and carefully.

“I suppose this makes up for your ridiculous behaviour last night.” Ivo muttered.

“Respectfully, Doctor, it was a joint decision.” Stone commented.

“I—” Ivo blushed. “Still your fault!”

“Actually, Sir, you started it.” Stone replied.

“... I did? You remember?” Ivo raised an eyebrow.

“If my memory serves me right... We finished eating and had more wine than we were meant to. I didn't want to drive home, so I suggested staying on the couch. You instead suggested bed sharing because you didn't want your best agent having back pain.” Stone recalled.

“I called you my best agent to your face?” Ivo snorted. “Wine must've put me in a good mood.”

“Yes, you did. So we were walking to your room, and-”

“-You stripped down to boxers to sleep. I remember that.” Ivo mumbled with his mouth full.

“Yeah, you stared a lot, that might be why it stuck with you.” Stone replied bluntly, and Ivo almost choked. “Then you pulled me onto your lap and kissed me.”

Ivo blushed. “... Yeah, I remember that now, too. Fine, fine, it was both of our faults! Still blaming you mostly though.”

Stone sighed. “Thought so.”

An awkward silence hit them again. Stone sat on the edge of the bed as Ivo ate. Both were too afraid to move closer to the other.

“So... What now?” Stone asked.

“We pretend nothing happened, obviously.” Ivo answered. Stone's heart sank.

“Ah. Right.” He couldn't even hide the disappointment in his voice. He looked down at the floor.

Once Ivo finished his food and latte, he put the tray down on the bedside table, and considered trying to stand, but the pain that hit him quickly changed his mind.

“... I'll need help walking. And I need a bath.”

“I can wash you.” Stone offered far too quickly. “I'll run the water for you, carry you to the tub, and help you get clean. If you want.”

Ivo thought about it.

He knew it was dangerous to be this unprofessional. But... Oh well. HR already hated him anyways, and he doubted Stone would ever complain to them, given he was allowed to shove him around as much as he wanted and Stone still hadn't said a word to anyone about it.

Windmill Village.

It was a sweet little place, full of children and chatter and laughter. The market always had the most amazing fruit, and the bakeries' bread was to die for!

Vanilla had just finished her shopping trip, walking through the village with a smile, when she spotted a group of children surrounding a moustached man clad in pink and green. He was fixing a bunch of old toys for them with a smile, currently stitching up a teddy bear for a young girl that reminded her of Cream. She smiled softly. The people were so kind here! The man looked quite familiar, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

They made eye contact for a moment, and the man found himself blushing, flustered. Woah. She's pretty.

“Ah— Hello! I'm Mr. Tinker. Did you need something fixing, Ma'am? I can fix just about anything!” He offered awkwardly.

“I'll keep that in mind! I haven't got anything to repair today, but...” She trailed off, then hummed. “Oh! Actually, my phone has been running awful slow lately. I let my friend's co-worker play on it and it's not been right since...”

“Hm. Could be a virus. Mind if I take a look?” Mr. Tinker asked, and Vanilla nodded, reaching into her purse and bringing out her phone. She sat down beside him and unlocked the phone, before passing it over to him.

Mr. Tinker smiled at the home screen wallpaper of Vanilla and her daughter. “Cute kid.”

“Thanks! Her name's Cream.”

“She seems sweet. She really looks like you, y'know.”

“Hah, I get that a lot. It's tough being a single mom, but she's so good. Always so well-behaved, and she has the most incredible friends, too.”

Single... Mr. Tinker silently took note of that. He checked the phone history.

“Block game free download...” He murmured. “Uh... How old is your friend's co-worker, exactly?”

“Six.”

“... That checks out. Seems like he's tried to install a rip-off game and ended up giving the device a virus. No need to panic! I'll have it sorted in a jiffy.”

“Aw, thank you! That's so helpful of you!”

“Heh, no problem.”

They fell into a comfortable silence as Tinker worked on the phone, and after just a minute, it was already repaired.

“Incredible...” Vanilla murmured, before looking up at the man. “How much do I owe you?”

Mr. Tinker blushed. “I-I don't charge, Miss, really!”

“Can't I at least give a tip?” Vanilla tilted her head.

“No need, honestly. I don't need money!” Mr. Tinker insisted, then added shyly: “That smile was payment enough...”

Vanilla chuckled. “Charmer. Thank you, really.”

She rose to her feet, taking the phone back and putting it away. She was about to pick up her shopping bag, when Tinker reached down and lifted it for her, standing up.

“Such a gentleman!” Vanilla complimented, and he let out an adorably goofy giggle, clearly flattered.

Mr. Tinker began walking her out of the village, happily chatting away with her. He mentioned also being a single parent - well, in a way, he'd made a robot out of wood named Belle and she'd become quite the perfect daughter - and Vanilla told him how impressive she found his work.

“Y-Ya know, it'd be nice to see you again sometime soon! Feel free to stop by anytime! I'm always avaliable for anything, maybe we could go get a coffee or something?” Mr. Tinker offered.

“You askin' me out on a date, Mr. Tinker?” Vanilla teased, and he went completely red.

“N-No! Y-Yes? Uh... Maybe? What, um— What would you like it to be?” He stammered nervously.

Vanilla winked. “A date it is.”

And then she walked away, leaving the poor fool with a racing heart and a pathetic crush.

But he didn't let her go too far, before he spotted a pink and yellow bouquet in the market, very quickly purchasing it and running after her. “Wait! Before you go— Here!” He called out.

Vanilla stopped in her tracks, and turned to see him holding the flowers out, still burning bright red. She giggled, carefully taking them.

“Thank you. Would next Sunday be good for me to come by?”

“Next Sunday is perfect. See you then, Miss Vanilla!”

Devotion.

That word had been ringing in Doctor Robotnik's head for the past 6 months, floating around like a DVD logo — but this particular metaphorical DVD logo seemed to be hitting every corner of his mind, never leaving his focus.

It was a rather unusual meeting, Eggman supposed. He'd been caught off guard one morning and abducted by some pathetic G.U.N agents who had been ordered to keep him in a cell in a G.U.N base. Something about him being "under arrest" for "blowing up half the moon". Tsk. There wasn't even a law against that! They couldn't punish him! Besides, that was ages ago. Took them long enough to catch him. G.U.N was such a joke.

Agent Stone had been assigned to guard his cell, and had quickly revealed himself to be a super-fan. Eggman had been doubtful at first, but the Eggman Industries logo as Stone's phone wallpaper and lockscreen, as well as the camera roll full of pictures of him (and a selfie of Stone next to a shrine of him), had him convinced.

He offered to help the doctor break out if he got to work for him for at least a week in return. Of course, it was the fishiest deal Eggman had ever heard. But he had little choice, knowing these cells were so advanced his grandfather hadn't even managed to get out, and if it DID turn out Stone was a spy, he'd be punished accordingly anyway. He had nothing to lose.

Now, six months had gone by, Stone was still working for him with the efficiency of a robot...

...And the pathetic, dog-like devotion Eggman had craved all these years.

It was driving him crazy.

However, despite Stone having done nothing to be deemed traitorous, he was still cautious (and paranoid, admittedly, but the doctor told himself he was being rational). Sure, he'd hacked into all of Stone's social media accounts, stolen his phone, secretly put a tracker in his shoes, strip-searched him multiple times (that was always fun to do, the poor agent would get so shy every time!), and had even threatened to kill him if he ever betrayed him, but... What if? What if Stone was just great at lying? G.U.N agents are known for being excellent liars.

He needed proof. Evidence. Scientists don't just guess! They research! They get results! They find the TRUTH!

And so, Eggman decided he'd make Stone tell the truth.

“Here's your breakfast, Doctor. Orbot made the bacon, Cubot did the eggs — under my supervision, don't worry about them being runny again, Doctor — and I made you a latte with steamed Austrian goat milk!” Stone prattled on.

“I prefer Iced Americanos.” Eggman grumbled, sitting up in bed. Turns out he was already dressed. Weird, Stone thought to himself.

“R-Right. I'm aware, Sir, but I thought you might like to try it. Sorry, Doctor.” Stone apologised.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'm not in the mood for breakfast right now, anyway.” Eggman huffed, putting the tray on the bedside.

He rose to his feet, holding a remote control. He pressed a red button, and suddenly, the door slammed shut and the windows locked, blinds closing. The two were left in a dark room now, and Eggman towered over him. Stone swallowed nervously.

“What... are you in the mood for, then, Doctor?” The agent hesitantly asked, voice wavering.

Eggman's brows furrowed, and he wrapped a large hand around Stone's neck. The agent gasped, eyes wide as he was slammed against the wall, lifted off of the floor. He squirmed. “Doctor—!”

“Who do you work for, Stone?” Eggman interrogated.

“Y—You, Sir-!” Stone wheezed, feeling the hand around his throat start to squeeze.

“Oh, really?” Eggman took a gun out of his coat pocket, pressing it to the side of Stone's head.

“Y-Yes, Sir! You! Only you! Please—!” The agent choked. “Please, I can't breathe-!”

“Tell me. Who do you really work for, Stone? Chop-chop. Clock's ticking.” He pressed the gun harder against his head, and continued taunting. “You don't want to be another mess for Orbot to clean up, do you? He's got enough work as it is.”

“N-No, I don't, Sir-! I work for you, please!” Stone rasped. Eggman loosened his grip just a little, allowing him to talk properly. “It's only you I work for!”

“Oh really? Why? Why do you work for me, hm? The pay is bad, I treat you bad... What keeps you crawling back, hm?” Eggman snarled.

“Y-You do, Sir! The Empire! I love it here, I believe in— hah— I believe you should rule the world, I believe turning people and animals into robots gives them a purpose, I believe the world would be a better place under you, Doctor—!”

“Oh, yeah?”

“YES, Sir! I love the Eggman Empire! I love working for you! I love y— Love serving you! I worship you! You're my God and I'm your follower, Doctor! I belong to you, Maestro! I pray to you, Maestro! I have a shrine and everything, I could show you! Please—! I'm devoted, Maestro! Maestro!”

That made Eggman pause. He looked into Stone's pathetic brown puppy-dog eyes.

He really was devoted, wasn't he?

Gun to his head, and he was still singing his praises.

This was it.

Devotion.

Eggman felt his face unexpectedly flush. His breath hitched and he dropped him to the floor.

“Doctor..?” Stone murmured, looking up at him from his spot on the floor like a dumb dog.

“My breakfast is cold.” Eggman pressed the button again. The doors opened and so did the blinds, light returning to the room.

“R—Right, of course, Doctor.” Stone stood up shakily, lifting the tray, leaving with a limp from the rough landing.

Eggman watched him go. He put down the remote, grabbed a pillow, and promptly screamed into it in an attempt to try and calm himself down. Gaia, the way Stone had been looking at him...

He needed to see those eyes again. Perhaps in a... slightly different scenario.