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Robotnik wanted to rip Adam Dench's throat out. GUN could yell at him as much as they wanted, but if this lowlife continued to try and touch Stone, he would kill the bastard.

The excuse of a man sat across from him, blocking Robotnik's view of the stage. A Peacock Hybrid was the night's main performer, catching the attention of everyone else in the club.

Which took everyone's eyes off the little arms deal happening.

In all honesty, Robotnik was proud of himself for keeping the conversation going while actively ignoring the way Stone was grinding against his leg. He could clearly feel how the aphrodisiac had affected Stone, making him whimper and whine for any relief.

Stone's bound hands were placed on his thigh on either side of Stone's head. He was practically draped over Robotnik, his body overheating. Robotnik carefully kept his hand on Stone's neck. To anyone else, it looked like he was comforting his Hybrid, but he was actually keeping his finger on Stone's pulse.

"So," Dench's smile was blinding as he leaned forward in his chair. The two Hybrids on either side of him moved with the motion, one of them getting too close to Stone. "How about we take this party back to my place? Your pup looks like he needs something more than your leg."

Robotnik bristled.

"He most certainly does," Robotnik matched Dench's swarmy smile. "But I already had plans for him. Alone. I'm sure he'll be up to play another time."

Dench let his eyes linger on Stone as he nodded.

"Tomorrow night then," he said as if Robotnik had already agreed. "Consider it a play date between our pups. I have plenty of toys to keep them entertained while we continue our business."

With clenched teeth, Robotnik agreed.

Getting the address from Dench, Robotnik didn't hesitate to yank on Stone's arms and pull him to his feet. With Dench's eyes boring into his back, Robotnik pulled Stone flush against his side and led him out of the club. As they went, he paid their waitress and avoided any grabby hands they passed.

Pushing open the club doors was like opening the gates to heaven.

Cool air slapped him in the face as Robotnik hauled Stone towards their car. Unfortunately, with each step, Stone was becoming heavier and heavier.

"Pick up your feet!" Robotnik hissed.

"Hnngh," Stone desperately tried to follow the command, but it was useless. All he could do was paw at Robotnik's chest with a gloved hand and shove his nose in the crook of his neck.

"This is the last undercover mission we go on," Robotnik muttered under his breath. Luckily, it was easier to get Stone in the car where he curled up and let out a needy whine.

The entire trip back was excruciating. If Robotnik wasn't slapping Stone's hands away from his lap, he was forcing Stone not to touch himself. Once, he wasn't paying attention and Stone nearly had his whole hand down Robotnik's pants.

Pulling up to the hotel, Robotnik grimaced. Stone had run out of energy at some point, leaving him slumped in his seat. His eyes were glassy, face incredibly flushed, and an obvious bulge in the front of his pants. Robotnik didn't doubt that if another Hybrid smelled Stone, they would know exactly what he wanted.

"Here, put this on."

Shrugging off his long jacket, Robotnik had to manhandle it over Stone's shoulders. As soon as it was on him, Stone shoved his nose into the fabric and sighed at Robotnik's smell.

"Yeah, yeah. Let's get back to our room."

With Stone leaning heavily against him, Robotnik hoped they looked like couple where one was helping the other more drunk one.

The lobby was quiet with less people as they stumbled across the marble floor. Out of the corner of his eye, Robotnik looked for the manager from earlier.

Instead of that awful woman, he saw a Deer Hybrid. However, he couldn't tell what gender they were.

They had large, branching antlers with a velvet fuzz coat, but their bleach blonde hair was long with a small clip near their temple. Their makeup was subtle, making their eyes bigger. While their body appeared more feminine, Robotnik wasn't sure what to think with the antlers.

Shaking his head, he decided he didn't care. Anyone was better than the hag from before.

"Is everything all right, sir?" The Deer Hybrid called out.

"Just a little too much to drink," he gave a strained smile.

"Is there anything I could help with?"

"Send up a steak dinner. He'll want one when he recovers."

The Hybrid gave him a sincere smile back as they got his room number. Robotnik smirked when he saw their 'manager' name tag.

The rest of the trip up to their room was uneventful. As soon as they got inside, Robotnik hurried them into the bathroom. Setting Stone down on the closed toilet, he set about running the Hybrid a bath.

"Doctor?" Stone whispered.

"What?"

"I'm sorry."

"For what, you imbecile?"

"For ruining the mission."

Rolling his eyes, Robotnik checked the temperature of the bath before standing. Stone was hugging himself, the effects of the aphrodisiac still evident but receding.

"You did nothing of the sort, you insufferable martyr," Robotnik stepped closer. Stone didn't resist as he began undressing him, his touch gentle. "We have his address, meaning we are ahead of schedule. Neither of us knew that treat was drugged. In fact, it helped our case."

Stone's mood didn't shift in the least. Sighing, Robotnik knew he wouldn't convince him that quickly. Once Stone had it in his head that he had done something wrong, he wasn't swayed easily.

"C'mon, let's get you in the bath. Then you can eat."

On shaking legs, Stone slid into the bath and didn't fight Robotnik when he began washing the Hybrid.

They were silent as Robotnik made sure their wasn't an inch of Stone left unscrubbed. He took time to wash Stone's hair and ears, his tail receiving even more attention. By the time he was done, Stone was half-asleep.

Deciding to take mercy on him, Robotnik wrapped Stone up in a bathrobe before dragging him to the bed. The food had arrived in the middle of the bath, and was still relatively warm. Instructing Stone to eat, Robotnik began brushing through his still wet tail.

"What's the plan for tomorrow?" Stone mumbled around a bite of steak.

"We meet with Dench and once we have secured the information we need, we let GUN take care of the rest."

He didn't tell Stone that this was the beginning of the end of their time working with GUN.

Once he made sure Stone had eaten everything, Robotnik gently guided him under the covers, satisfied his mate was comfortable. Seeing Stone fast asleep, Robotnik pulled his gloves back on.

"Computer, pull up a map of the earth."