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Stone just wants to be back with the doctor. This whole mission was a nightmare from the fucking beginning, before he had ended up captured. The other agents were incompetent at best and downright liabilities at worst, it was no wonder things had ended they way they had. The room he was being held in was simple, concrete walls and floors, rough and damp and smelling stagnant.
There was a bucket in one corner, which he simply wasn't thinking about right now. He hadn't actually been awake in the space that long, though it was hard to tell how long he had been knocked out for. The hit to the head had stunned him long enough for one of them to get a needle jammed in his neck so it was no telling what day it was, nor how long he had been MIA for. The lack of windows and natural light was messing with his sense of timing as well. All forming to create a rather nightmarish liminal experience where it simply was, with nothing to break the time beyond the ticking of his own heartbeat.
That may be the point. Leave him in here long enough to whittle down his sanity, drive him mad with a lack of structure and the sheer unknown of everything. It would take a while, Stone had no doubt the doctor would find him before that. Even if only to get one up on Walters. He keeps up his movement around the room, stretching out his muscles.
His body feels achy, the kind of sore you get from too long in one position. He has a nasty bruise on his left side making breath come short and his head throbs a bit from the hit he took earlier. Other than that, he seems to be alright. Nothing that will kill him anyhow.
Even with the lack of well, everything in the space Stone still has a decent internal clock. Its about hour five of him being fully awake and mobile when he finally hears footsteps approach. Multiple sets, heavy, thick boots. He rolls his shoulders and goes to stand slightly to the side to get a better look at whoever may be coming.
A thin short man is in the center of the group, wearing a white coat. Not someone Stone recognizes. The other three are all dressed in dark colours, thick combat boots and padding, goggles and masks covering their faces. Fairly nondescript, annoying. He doesn't say anything as they approach. One of the men trains a gun on him while two more open the door. He doesn't move yet, its a foolhardy idea.
That doesn't mean he'll go easy. He struggles as one of the men grabs him, wraps his arms behind his back. Turns his head and sinks his teeth into the arm holding him, relishing in muffled curse. He gets a kick in the ribs for that move, has him short of breath and stars across his vision.
Stone is manhandled, so one man has him in a headlock, another with an arm around his waist and an arm pinned behind his back and a third holding his arm straight out. He tries to struggle, has some kind of vague idea where this is going and has no interest in seeing what these maniacs are interested in dosing him with.
The thin, short man reaches into his coat pocket. Pulls out a small vial and a packaged syringe. Oh goody, at least he didn't need to worry about blood-borne pathogens. The doctor was going to have a field day when he got here.
"Not who we hoped for, but you'll do." The voice is raspy, with a central European accent. Stone narrows his eyes as the man just smiles, opening up the syringe and sticking it into the vial. He sticks the needle into Stone's outstretched arm. Its a small prick of pain and a flood of cold that runs through him. Has a shiver involuntarily rising up his body as the needle is removed.
"We'll see how pliable he is in a few hours hmm? If not, you boys can have fun." The smile is darker now, dangerous and Stone bares his teeth at the man. Thrusting against the men holding him with enough force to move an inch. The man in front takes a step back, eyes widening before Stone's airway is cut off briefly. Dark spots begin to cloud in his vision before he is released to be thrown against the wall of the cell.
The impact rattles deep in his bones and staggers him as the group of men leave the room quickly, locking the door behind them.
Stone's alone once again. He didn't like the sound of what that man was saying. Can already feel himself slowing down a bit, like his mind is going fuzzy. The room feels strangely warm. He just hopes Robotnik gets here soon.
The agent sits down on the floor, against the wall. Waiting.
This is the last fucking time Walters gets to take his agent. What an absolute goddamned nightmare this was. At least he had managed not to get any blood on his coat.
His pack of badniks had scoured the whole facility, shooting everyone in sight. Leaving a delightful mess splattered against the walls and floors in his opinion. God, he did love seeing his work in action. Sheer beauty.
That wasn't the point of this excursion however. He needed to retrieve his agent, who had been poached and then kidnapped because Walters couldn't be bothered to actually vet any information. Instead, he had given them faulty intel, brought Stone in without telling either of them what was going on and now he had to retrieve his stolen property after the watch had given some particularly concerning alerts.
He had Stone's biometrics pulled up on his wrist-scanner, the mans internal temperature and heart-rate far too fast for his liking. Though he couldn't be sure of what was going on until he actually saw the man for himself. Stone was being held in the west side of this operation, where his babies had already cleared a perfect path to the agent. All that was left was for Robotnik to swoop in. The mobile lab was ready and waiting, all he needed was his agent.
He stopped in his tracks when he came upon the man. Stone was curled up against one of the walls, even from here he could see the erratic rise and fall of his chest. Knees pulled up against his body as if to make himself smaller. What the fuck happened.
A badnik swooped in and melted the padlock securing the barred door shut before Robotnik burst into the room. Crouching down beside Stone while the badniks formed a concerned huddle. He reached out with a gloved hand, brushed Stone's temple. Could feel the heat radiating off of him.
"Stone?" He asked softly, the agent flinched. Eyes opening and blinking rapidly, disoriented. He had a glazed look to him, not all there. Something was seriously wrong. He didn't bother asking if the other man could stand. The fine trembles he could see running through the agents form told him enough. Instead, Robotnik reached down and gathered Stone up in his arms.
He was way too warm, shaking in his grasp like a scared animal. Robotnik adjusted his grip slightly, cradling him close to his body. Stone seemed to lean into the touch, not all there. Making a soft noise of discomfort only partially concealed. Robotniks brow furrowed. He will need to run a battery of tests in the lab.
As they make their way back to the mobile lab, through the carnage filled building. Robotnik shifts Stone in his arms, feels something brush against him. Stops for a moment as he realizes the feverish, trembling, drugged agent is also hard. What the fuck.
Realization and revulsion run through him in equal measure.
Jesus Christ. He'd kill all of those bastards again if he had the chance. Stone makes a soft cut-off sound against him and he swallows back against the bubbling feeling rising. No, bad. This is your agent. He's drugged and out of his mind. They need to get to the mobile lab and fast.
Most of the badniks scatter to their respective stations, leaving two with him and Stone. Gingerly he sets Stone down on the fold-out cot in the lab, has one of the badniks do a full panel and get a blood sample while he sets them on course back.
He's interrupted quickly by a loud thump and scattered movements that have him out of the chair and back where Stone is.
The badnik is hovering with a little pinprick needle extending, while a wide eyed and trembling Stone has managed to press himself into the furthest corner of the room, shaking violently.
"Doctor?" The mans speech is soft, slurred. He doesn't move from his position. Robotnik dismisses the badnik, it isn't worth it right now. He'll see what he can get out of Stone.
The agent in question moves out slightly from the corner, still sitting on the floor before he doubles over, face twisting in pain. Robotnik seats himself an arms length away from the man.
"Stone, do you know where you are."
"Mmmmm, with you." The man whispers
"We're on the mobile lab. Heading back to the main lab. Do you know what happened?"
There's a long pause, Stone seems to be struggling to find the words. Eyes open but not all there.
"Needle. Gave me something….too warm, hurts." The last admission is almost imperceptible. The agent maintains his curled position on the floor. Robotnik reaches out, can feel the heat radiating off of him before he even touches the man. Stone flinches slightly with the contact before he leans into it, eyes closing. He gets the badnik back over.
"Stone." Waits for the man to open his eyes and look at him before he continues, "I need to take a small blood sample to figure out what they gave you alright? I'm not giving you anything." He waits for a nod from the other man, keeps a hand on his arm when the badnik approaches and he can see him shaking. Stone doesn't seem to be all here right now, probably expecting to be dosed up again.
The thought has him near out of it with rage, but he can't do that right now. His priority needs to be Stone. Guides him back to the bed carefully, notes that the agent is still very hard in the confines of his uniform. Though the other man is in too much pain or too out of it to do anything.
Stone curls up on his side on the bed, a head resting on the doctors thigh. He allows it, the man is clearly not in his right mind and its making his heart twist uncomfortably. Impatiently waiting for the blood panel to come back.
It isn't great. Stone's heart rate and temperature are both through the roof, near dangerously so. His endocrine system also doesn't look good. The chemical compound identified in his blood though, that's what has the doctor throwing the tablet with rage.
He's not unfamiliar with the drug, taken enough chemical seminars on torture drugs to know the composition. Its a combination high-powered aphrodisiac and sedative, works to make the subject compliant. Shortens the refractory period, makes you more sensitive all that jazz. It also needs to be purged out of the body before it does major multi-system harm.
Basically, it needs to be fucked out of the person. Because of course it does. And with the way Stone's stats are looking now.
God.
Either way Robotnik is fucked.
Its not that he's opposed to physical relations with Stone. Far from it. The agent has unfortunately been the subject of many embarrassing late night thoughts. This is not the way he wants to go about it though. Can't imagine the agent will ever feel the same way.
He's definitely killing Walters when all this is said and done.
Still, Stone seems lucid enough. At the very least Robotnik will ask him, see if there's anyone to contact or if he should try to mitigate the affects while Stone waits to get back home to a loving partner or whatever.
He reaches down, runs a hand through the agents hair and tugs on it lightly to get the mans attention. His eyes are wide and glassy as they meet Robotniks.
"…know what it is" Stone mumbles, head still pillowed on Robotnik. The doctor just raises an eyebrow,
"Comes in waves," Stone explains with a grimace, lapsing back into silence.
"Anyone I should call." He shouldn't be wishing for the agent to say no, he doesn't want this to happen. There's a shake of the head and a noise from Stone before a warm hand wraps around the one resting on his head. Robotnik looks down, sees Stone just watching him. Shifts uncomfortably and looks away. There's a shuffle of movement and then Robotnik has a trembling, overly warm Stone sitting fully in his lap.
The mans dark eyes still have a glassy feverish look as he slumps fully into Robotnik.
"I trust you sir," Mumbled into the fabric of his shoulder, even quieter. "'rather its you than anyone." The words are slurred, Stone is probably slipping again. Getting lost in the wave of fever and arousal from the cocktail of drugs. They can talk about the devastating admission later, when Stone is in his right mind again.
Robotnik strips off his gloves first. Then gets Stone's shirt off. The man had been stripped of his gear in the cell so he's just wearing a t-shirt and black cargo-pants. Runs his bare hands over the heated skin, feels Stone tremble and whimper against the touch. Heightened sensitivity indeed. The agent in his lap makes an aborted grind, trying to get friction on his aching cock probably.
He grants him some mercy, reaches in with one hand into his pants and boxers to loosely grasp at his dick. Slick with the mans own pre-cum, he drags his hand loosely over it. Feels Stone shake in his lap and whimper. Pressing his face further into the doctors shoulder. He keeps one arm around the man as he tightens his hand, thumbing lightly at the head of Stone's cock.
Its enough to send the other man going, orgasming into Robotniks hand with a cry barely muffled into his shirt. His erection doesn't dissipate though. Jesus. He runs his hand over Stones back as the man shakes. Wipes his other roughly on the discarded shirt. Manoeuvers the two of them so Stone is flat on his back on the bed.
Robotnik strips himself of everything but his boxers, ignoring for now his cock which is eager to join the party. This is about Stone first.
The agents breaths are coming short and he makes a low cut off moan. Poor thing. The doctor reaches up, slides off the mans pants and boxers.
Stone's cock is still hard, flushed dark and sitting against his thigh even though he just came. The drug is a real piece of work. Slicks up his fingers with something body-safe he grabbed from the lab and presses one against Stone's hole. The man trembles and whines as Robotnik inserts a finger. He's too warm inside, clenching around him desperately. The feeling of it has his cock throbbing in its confines.
He adds another finger, listening to the noises he gets from Stone as he stretches the man out. Twisting them and stretching them apart. When he adds a third, he goes for the main event. Searching for that spot inside until he hits it, getting Stone to arch off the bed with a high-pitched whine. Bingo.
He focuses his efforts on hitting it, watching as Stone writhes, grasping at the bedsheets. Making no movement to go for his dick. Curls his fingers to hit the mans prostate and watches with poorly concealed fascination and lust as Stone cums untouched.
He leaves his fingers inside as the man comes down, Stone's dick softened slightly but not done. Robotnik shucks off his own boxers. Pulling his fingers out of Stone prompts a whine from the other man that has him looking down with far-away eyes.
"Easy," Robotnik coos, "I've got you."
He slicks up his dick with the sticky lube on his fingers, then lines up against Stone. A drawn out gasp is pulled from the agent as Ivo moans, gently pushing inside of him. He stills for a moment, Stone is incredibly warm and is clenching around him hard enough to be just on the pleasurable side of too much. Its an ecstatic experience. Robotnik takes in a deep breath, angles his hips and starts fucking into Stone.
The agent is mostly boneless against the bed, though he lets out soft gasps and whimpers as Ivo continues to drive into his prostate. The doctor uses one hand on Stone's knee to press him further against the bed, spreading the man even wider. He can see where he disappears into Stone and the thought has him stuttering in his movements.
"Fuck Stone," The doctor hisses, resuming his motions with a renewed sort of vigor. Moves his hand off of Stone's knee to grasp the mans cock and thumb at the head like he did earlier, spreading pre-cum around. The agent shudders in his grasps and a little dribble of cum spills from his cock. Though it still doesn't go fully soft.
Stone lets out a high pitched whine as he does and its enough to have Robotnik burying himself deep into Stone and spilling. The heat of the man and the sharp clenching from his orgasm pushing him past the edge.
They stay like that for a minute, Ivo catching his breath. Before he gently lets go of Stone's leg and pulls his soft cock from the warm confines of his body. A little bit of cum spills out and he's possessed by the insane urge to push it back inside. Shakes his head, that is something to think about later.
Instead, he climbs fully into the bed. Stone is still feverish, still shaky. Lets himself be manhandled onto his side, facing Robotnik. The doctor slots a thigh between Stone's legs. Presses the agents half hard cock against his bare skin and sets his hands on his hips. Stone's arms come to wrap around the doctor, he buries his face into the doctors shoulder, whimpering. The man is thoroughly wrung out.
"Just one more," Robotnik whispers, "Just once more for me alright?" A nod into his shoulder as the doctor continues to guide him through soft grinds against his thigh. Stone's breath is hitching, cut-off sounds that sound like the man is close to crying. He presses his leg up a bit more on a movement and its enough to have the agent orgasm dry.
Fully shaking in Robotniks grasp. Sharp, uncontrolled breaths and the unmistakable feeling of tears against his skin. Still, Stone feels cooler than he had against his grasp. He pulls the man further against him, moves his knee out of the way so they can be chest to chest.
Murmurs soothing sounds as Stone trembles in the hug. Running his hands up and down his shaking frame. Waits for the mans breathing to even out against him.
The badnik scan confirms his suspicions. Fever down, heart-rate stabilizing. At the very least, his brain won't cook in his own skull. He hugs Stone even tighter. One hell of a conversation is going to happen after this. Robotnik yawns. Once they both sleep though.