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"Schwanzlutschendes Stück Scheiße!"
Robotnik yelled, being quickly shushed by a mound of his audience who didn't want to wake the sleeping beauty on his lap.
A shuffling moved against him as it murmured, squirming into a move comfortable position and sighing happily. The stream, as always, erupted into a sea of hearts and compliments to the pretty thing. Robotnik grumbled and maneuvered his body to be more comfortable, swirling his hips slightly and he nuzzled into the deep dark black hair, taking in the sweet scent of coffee beans in cologne.
It always calmed him down when he got a bit possessive. He hated the fact his stream loved the younger man so much, it downright pissed him off enough for him to make a point of only having him on stream when he was asleep and picking the sleeping beauty up off his bed and onto his lap.
"Oh would you all just shut up? He's fine." The mad scientist rolled his eyes, picking his head up off his former assistant and clicking a few buttons on his controller, killing the enemy who had hit him before with a look triumph on his face. All of the sudden, a doner came through. This one had always apparently had a vendetta against him, going on and on about how Robotnik and his sleeping roommate would be so 'cute together'.
@BalterBananza says: 'So when r u finally gonna ask him out? He obviously likes u. We see him laugh when u get angry sum times' Donated $35
Robotnik grumbled and had to cover Stone's ear with his hand, the other being on Robotnik's chest. "Would you all stop with that? He's just a barnacle on my side, nothing more!" Robotnik hissed through his teeth, rolling his eyes and finding a cave to go save game in and then log off to go watch the newest episode of La Última Pasión with his viewers since he had come to realize Stone wasn't exactly a fan. And for some reason, he thought that he didn't like the idea of bothering Stone about it anymore than he usually did. Which was constantly.
Robotnik felt almost bad for keeping the sleeping version of his assistant in the room while he watched the show since Stone had been so... subservient, yes that's the word, to him.
The poor thing was probably so sick of him.
In light of his accident, Robotnik had been surprisingly dependant on Stone even after he could walk without help again, wanting Stone to wash his hair, rub his sore spots and tend to him when Robotnik had a pretty bad lock up in his muscles, letting the strong agent carry him around to his bed and chair. Hell, sometimes Stone would even brush the growing length of Robotnik's hair when it had become to wild and tangled for Robotnik to maintain on his own, gently easing the Doctor through it and running a gentle hand down Robotnik's bicep when the knots we're particularly tough.
Just because he was better did not mean he didn't at least ugh... as much as he loathed to admit it, want Stone to care for him. The agent already cooked and cleaned for him and did his laundry and dry cleaning before any of the Sonic business even happened! Why stop now when he was at the worst point he had ever been in his life?
He just felt like he was punishing Stone for all his hard work when for months now Stone wasn't being paid a cent to still put up with his bullshit.
As soon as La Última Pasión turned on, he could hear Stone mumble on him, unconsciously nuzzling into Robotnik's neck that made the genius turn beet red. "Mmmn. Doctor..." The agent sighed, pouting with a soft hum from his lips.
The stream only made 'ooo's and 'aww's as the Agent's murmuring, calling him cute and things Robotnik had the displeasure of reading.
'That's absolutely ADORABLE.'
'Por favor, deja que se besen algún día de estos.'
'GAY.'
'Any1 else want Huevo to to wake him up?'
'God Roca is soooo hot. Huevo's so damn greedy.'
'I bet his voice is sexy when he's awake.'
'We've heard him talk, idiot! Huev-oca comp on youtube'
'Yeah it is sexy'
Ugh! The annoying assholes just wouldn't stop. He held Stone tighter, his discomfort fully in view of the camera, noticeably obscuring Stone's face from view into his chest despite it being seen multiple times. It made his viewers quite upset when Robotnik got possessive over the man HE had decided to present to the class.
It came to his realization then that the Agent really had stayed for months now without being paid. Without daring to leave Robotnik's side, Stone had stayed and had truly been the one and only true person to keep by his side.
Not to mention the amount of times he'd pulled Stone from his bed to cuddle in his chair and the Agent instantly latched onto him. He'd noticed that about Stone a while ago. How receptive the Agent was to his touch, leaning into it and acting like it was a kiss from god. Speaking of kisses, he was fully aware of the time Stone had kissed his head while still on bed-rest thinking the Doctor was asleep. God forbid a man wanted to relax! Robotnik rolled his eyes, not really caring to focus on his show anymore.
More and more throughout the night, he found himself getting rather domestic. He pulled Stone closer, he had realized he was unconsciously running his fingers through Stone's hair, he had even hummed a soft melody to his sleeping prince when he started to stir, settling back into the Doctor's warmth.
Thankfully, he never woke up.
A few hours before Stone would wake up, Robotnik stopped his stream, saying he would be back the next night, possibly without Roca depending on how his day went, and shuffled out of his chair with Stone in his arms, carrying the agent back to his bed. It wasn't far from Robotnik's at all, just the next room over, but it still made him nervous when he was apart from Stone for too long.
Once he settled Stone on the bed, he could see the agent rithe and wiggle indiscomfort from his sheets, grumbling cutely and cursing to himself as he settled back into a comfy position. He curled himself into the fetal position, unaware he slept that way so often because of the Doctor's antics at night.
"Night, Stone." Robotnik mumbled, yawning and stretching a bit as he made his way to his own room. Robotnik's bed was bigger than Stone's, enough space for him to roll around in his sleep and be completely fine.
As Robotnik hit his pillow and threw his blankets over himself, he felt his eyelids go heavy.
"Mmmn." He grumbled, finding himself tired so quickly now. He shoved a hand under his pillow, looking for something. Something specific. Gotcha. Robotnik thought sleepily, having found the item. He pulled an old shirt of Stone's out from underneath his pillow, bringing it up to his face and breathing in the scent of Stone's cologne and sweat. "Mn. Better."
The smell was faded, but he could steal another shirt from Stone tomorrow.
Robotnik smiled against his pillow and the shirt pressed against his warm skin, thrilled in the thought of getting a new Stone smell thing to help him sleep. When he had first woken up since the mech, he had panicked and started yelling for Stone, despite that being a very very bad idea in the long run. (No, he had not lost his voice from the ordeal. Shut up.)
Neither of them had meant for the situation to occur right when Stone had left for a grocery run, but the blood curdling scream Stone heard as he dropped into the crab sent Stone into a panic as well, rushing to the Doctor. In which he had instantly curled himself as much as he could around Stone's body while in his body cast, whimpering weakly as Stone shushed him. From that moment on. Robotnik had to have a piece of Stone with him at all times when Stone was out, not being able to function without it.
"Doctor...?"
Robotnik jumped from the sound of his agents voice in the dark.
"Wha-AHHh!" Robotnik damn near shrieked when a hand wrapped around his forearm. The warm hand seemed to hesitate and pull back slightly, but kept the hand on Robotnik gently to show he wasn't a threat, rubbing his thumb on the top of Robotnik's arm.
"Sir? Are you okay? I didn't mean to catch you off guard, sir." Stone mumbled sleepily as Robotnik rightened himself up in the bed, attempting to glare at Stone but not being able to see him in the dark.
A soft silence stretched through them as Stone held his hand on Robotnik, keeping the touch there as to not scare Robotnik further. The Doctor breathed out a sigh of relief at the realization it was just Stone and put his hand on Stone's wrist to slightly pry him off in order to tell Stone he was alright. "What is it, Stone? Can't you see I'm trying to sleep? You're ruining my beauty rest!" The Doctor rasped.
Stone held his head down in shame. "I- I'm sorry, sir. It's just that the crab is at a very low temperature as it usually is," It wasn't, but both of them knew that. "And I was... well, I was cold. I was hoping that maybe if you permit me the closeness, we could possibly, uhm,"
"Oh, would you just spit it out, Stone? You're so tiring! Ugh." Robotnik rolled his eyes, scratching at his chest awkwardly.
Stone paused, looking up at Robotnik nervously before pushing his gaze back down. "We could maybe cuddle."
Robotnik's heart skipped a beat. Cuddle...? Without me having to do it without him knowing? Robotnik sank further into his sheets, his breath picking up. He didn't exactly feel handsome anymore, and his weight had become a big source of insecurity no matter how much he denied it.
"W-why?" Robotnik finally got out, his voice more shaky than usual.
Stone seemed somewhat offended, but understanding which left Robotnik confused. He was even more confused when right after, Stone gave the look of absolute heartbreak. "I was cold... I- I thought maybe we could warm each other up and maybe we could both sleep better. I've been having trouble sleeping in my bed."
'In my bed.' Huh. Robotnik thought, narrowing his eyes slightly. But not anywhere else. Of course he would know. With all his military training, he probably felt every time Robotnik touched him. He was specific. How interesting.
"Fine." The Doctor grumbled, scooting himself a bit in the middle instead of the side where he had fallen on the bed and holding the blanket up for Stone to climb in. "Hurry, my spot isn't gonna be warm anymore without a body in it."
Stone scrambled to the spot and threw the blankets over himself, getting cozy in the sheets and nestling his head where Robotnik had his own a few moments before.
Robotnik felt his cheeks go red, rolling his eyes as he pulled Stone closer and leaned down. "Now hush and don't you dare fucking move. If you wake me up, I will dispose you into the deep Atlantic Ocean without a second thought." And with that, he laid down on Stone's (bare) chest.
Thanks for reminding me, you stupid brain!
Stone's skin was soft and warm as he wrapped his arms and legs around Stone's body, curling his fingers in the chest hair Stone had. It wasn't scratchy either, which was extremely appealing.
A hand came up to run through Ivo's hair, having just de-tangled it before bed. A few strokes on his head had Ivo groan in pleasure, relaxing into the touch.
"Stone-"
"I'll be gentle, sir. I promise. I would never hurt you." Stone reassured, knowing just how Ivo's anxiety had spiked over the events of the mech.
Ivo relaxed in the touch and sighed contently. "You better not..."
"Never, Doctor." Stone smiled against his head, taking in a deep breath. "I would never dare harm you."
"Hmm." Ivo settled onto Stone and felt his head being lazily stroked with care, a soft breeze of air hitting his head every now and again, letting Ivo know Stone was still breathing even without the way his chest moved.
He could've fallen asleep right then and there if it wasn't for the harsh remembrance of the fact Stone's shirt was still on his bed. He blushed furiously, hoping to whatever god there was that Stone didn't notice.
But of course, like the competent little special Agent that Stone was, he noticed.
"Is that my shirt?" Stone asked calmly, as if he didn't care much for what the answer was.
"No!" Robotnik hissed. "It's- it's mine. Actually. Idiot."
Stone only laughed softly, the vibration from his chest making Robotnik swoon, nuzzling into the warmth and covering himself more with the blankets as Stone's arms wrapped around Ivo, encasing him in their snuggling.
"Alright, Doctor. Goodnight." He murmered, pushing Ivo's hair back to gaze at him for a moment.
Ivo grumbled and flushed, trying to nudge Stone's hands away with nothing but his face, refusing to let Stone go. Goddamn prick. "Night."
In a flash, Ivo felt a pair of lips surge onto his own, before the same lips severed the connection and settled back onto the pillow beneath his head. Ivo barely had time to think about it, so tired he thought he would just deal with it in the morning. Yeah, the morning.
They did not in fact talk about it in the morning.
In fact, the two were so lost in the newly unlocked action of kissing, they hadn't even realized they started a make-out session mid-stream.