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Working with Doctor Robotnik can be, at times, a bizarre job where they’re sent out for the strangest missions- and the man comes up with even more… unique solutions.
This week has put all the past missions to shame. Yes, even the one with the mothman.
Stone still can’t believe his eyes. Two Doctor Robotniks stand before him, arguing about physics, time travel, and wormholes. One is his Doctor, dressed in stark blacks with perfectly gelled hair and mustache. The other is from six years in the future, wearing a torn red coat he hasn’t taken off, is bald and has a wild ginger mustache. Even their gloves are different, black versus white.
He wonders what happened to the Doctor. The man has even darker circles under his eyes, he’s put on weight, his clothes are tattered and he just seems… defeated. He looks like he needs a hug, which his Robotnik would rather commit suicide by badnik than lose his composure like that. And he keeps looking at Stone, giving him long, drawn out glances. It makes him wonder if he’s dead in the future. He always gives a cheery smile back, which seems to make the man even sadder, and then his Doctor will snap at him to stop looking at my agent and work, dammit.
His Doctor has been more high strung ever since his other self appeared in an explosion that destroyed half the lab. Not only is it clearly frustrating that the other him won’t reveal the secrets of the future, but he’s thrown himself into a new science he’s never explored before: time travel, a phenomenon he’s always dismissed as ‘ridiculous science fiction nonsense’ when Stone asked him about it.
Not to say he’s not up for the challenge, Stone is sure it’s only a matter of time before the geniuses make a breakthrough and can send the Doctor back to his future. Doctor Robotnik has joked in the past about the work he could accomplish with a clone, what’s better than a future him with even more experience?
“Stone, latte,” his Doctor snaps, and follows him out of the main area of the labs and into their small breakroom. That’s another adjustment that’s started ever since the future Robotnik appeared: his Doctor won’t let Stone out of his sight. Not to make coffee, not to go on a run for part supplies, not even to take a piss. He’s always following, always ranting about everything he hates about the other him, and, well…
This usually ends with him using Stone to blow off steam. Either a vicious make out session in the bathroom, or pushing him to his knees in the breakroom, even a quick fuck in storage. They’ve been fuckbuddies- fuck coworkers?- for a few months now; the Doctor makes it clear it’s just pure physical need and Stone’s the closest and easiest target for it. Usually it only happens when the Doctor’s particularly frustrated with a project or just had a meeting that was a complete waste of his time.
Stone’s not used to all this attention- not that he’s complaining, of course. He’s been in love with the Doctor for years now and had given up on the man ever reciprocating his feelings. The sex has thrown a wrench in the works, but it’s not like Robotnik stays for cuddles or waxes poetry or gives him a good morning kiss. Stone knows he’s being used, but that’s okay. He’d do anything for him. And stomp down embarrassing daydreams while he’s at it.
There’s a familiar bzzt at the front doors of the lab- someone overriding the lockdown code. It has his Robotnik pushing the older one towards the backrooms. The flaps of the red coat disappear around the corner as the lab doors open to Commander Walters and two guards by his side.
“Ivo! Come along now, we don’t want to be late.” Walters says, his normally cheery voice surprisingly serious.
Stone looks to the Doctor, confused, only for him to look equally caught off guard.
“What the fuck are you talking about? I don’t have any meetings today.” Robotnik snaps, fists clenched.
“I know, I know, it was meant to be next week, but we just received word that General Hopkins won’t be available and it’ll have to be done today. It’s about Project Lazarus.”
Robotnik snorts. “I’m barely consulting on that, you don’t need me there.”
“Ivo,” Walters uses his Stern voice and the Doctor twitches and scowls. “This is one of our most important missions. I want a representative from every department there, including robotics.”
“Fine! But it better be quick, I have much more important work to be doing than listening to so and so droning on next to a high school level power point.” Robotnik gestures for Stone to fall in line and he steps into place slightly behind him.
“Ah, Agent Stone will have to stay here. Department heads only, I’m afraid.”
“Walters-” Robotnik growls, only for the Commander to step forward, turn, and put an arm around his shoulder, pushing him towards the door.
“Now, now, Ivo, it won’t be for that long. Less than an hour I’m sure- why, just the other day I was-”
The doors close behind him, leaving Stone alone for the first time in days. He sighs and runs his hands over his suit jacket, then looks towards the door where the older Doctor Robotnik disappeared into. Well. Almost alone.
Stone heads into the breakroom first to make the man a latte with Austrian goat milk. Hopefully his tastes haven’t changed in six years- each time Stone tried to make one for both of the doctors his would spitefully chug one down then take the other before they got back to the main lab.
He finishes the latte art of a badnik and goes to find the future Doctor. Maybe he can coax some answers out of him.
Stone ends up finding him in the small bedroom that his Doctor would use when he stayed too late in the labs to drive back to his apartment, which now the future Doctor is staying in until they can figure out a way to return him to his timeline.
The door opens without a creak, and he sees Doctor Robotnik sitting on the bed with his head in his hands, facing away from the door. Stone silently steps up to his side, latte in hand.
“Doctor?” He asks cautiously, and the other man jumps, hands flying away from his face as he looks up at Stone. He looks… wrecked, face red from crying with tear stains down his cheeks and eyes watery.
“Stone!” Doctor Robotnik gasps, and Stone flinches hard, bracing himself for the blow up of the ages, because he’s never caught his Doctor even come close to shedding a tear and if he did-
He feels arms wrap around his waist, pulling him closer into a loose embrace. Stone blinks, confused as the Doctor buries his face into his stomach.
“Left yourself open…” he hears him mutter. Stone’s guard immediately drops. His heart hurts. What happened to you, Doctor? He wants to ask, but instead shifts to put the latte down on the nightstand and wraps his own arms around the man to hug him tight.
Stone lets him cling for as long as he likes, which turns out to be for a very long time. Minutes pass and the Doctor is still taking shuddering breaths, his fingers tightening then releasing the back of Stone’s coat. He cups the back of the Doctor’s bald head with a hand, worrying at the difference.
If he could, he’d stand in the way of anything that would hurt the man he loves. So how could he have let the Doctor, his proud, strong, stubborn Doctor be reduced to this state? Was he just not there? Was it self destruction with Stone being unable to put his foot down and say no? What happened?
“I’m sorry,” Stone finds himself saying, and feels the older Doctor freeze in his arms. “I wish I could have- stopped it.” Whatever made you cry, I’m sorry.
The Doctor pulls away enough for him to hear, “You’re only human, Stone. You did your best, and I was the one who pushed you away.” He tilts his head up, revealing a calmer face, a brittle smile. “I can be quite… idiotic when it comes to you.”
“Doctor-”
He shakes his head. “Call me Ivo.” He chuckles at Stone’s shocked expression. “We are… friends, in the future. Plus, it's easier to differentiate.”
Stone feels, for the first time, insanely jealous of his future self. How did he earn the right to be on a first name basis with the Doctor- Ivo?
“Ivo,” he tries, the word unfamiliar in his mouth. “Ivo.”
Ivo’s brown eyes are soft as he continues to look up at Stone almost worshipfully. Like he’s something amazing, precious. In a way he’s never, ever looked at Stone before.
His hand trails around from the back of Ivo’s head and cups his face instead, thumbing at that wild mustache. Ivo sighs, content, his eyes half lidded.
Stone can’t help himself in the moment. He leans down, craning his neck, and watches Ivo’s eyes go wide as he presses their lips together in a gentle kiss. He draws back after a moment, searching the other man’s eyes. Ivo looks surprised, then pleased.
“Come here,” Ivo whispers, tugging at Stone’s suit. Stone goes easily, clambering into his lap and straddling his warm thighs. They kiss again, the angle much more natural this time. It turns into a long string of kisses as they slowly explore each other's mouths.
He’s used to his Doctor kissing him passionately, possessively, like he wants to devour him whole. Ivo kisses gently, sweetly, like they have all the time in the world and all he wants to do is stay here in this moment.
Stone gets lost in the kissing, in the soft push and pull, in the way Ivo’s hands rest heavily on his hips. He wants to grind down, to take off his jacket and shirt, to feel gloved hands on his bare back. Desire and need intertwine inside of him, building into something hot and heady.
And then there’s a moment of absolute whiplash as another hand grabs onto the back of his jacket and yanks, pulling him off of Ivo’s lap and stumbling to the ground. It feels like ice cold water has been splashed on him as a familiar voice growls in his ear,
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Agent?”
“Doctor, I-”
“Pin yourself to the wall,” His Doctor is furious, shaking with barely restrained anger. Stone rushes to comply, walking backwards a few feet before his back hits the wall next to the bed. Robotnik follows, leaning close.
“Doc-eguh!” Leather clad fingers are shoved into his mouth, hooking onto his bottom jaw. Stone goes limp, giving the Doctor easy access.
“Bad dog. Bad.” Tears pinprick at Stone’s eyes and he whines around the fingers in his mouth. The Doctor hisses, “Nobody is allowed to touch you but me. Got it?”
Stone nods, only to moan as the Doctor shoves his thigh between his legs, grinding up against Stone’s half hard cock.
“Repeat it, Stone. Now.”
It comes out a half garbled mess around the Doctor’s fingers; he can feel drool slipping out of his mouth and down his chin.
He hears shifting and looks to the side as Ivo stands up from the bed. The Doctor stiffens as well, his scowl deepens.
“He looks so pretty like that, doesn’t he?” Ivo says off handedly to his younger self. Stone meets sincere brown eyes and wants. “You’re being such a good boy for him. My good boy.” Stone’s whole body shudders at that and his face heats up.
The Doctor’s other hand grabs his chin and yanks his head back so he’s staring back into outraged brown eyes.
“So you’d rather have him?! Some washed up, pathetic version of me? You have a new fetish for failure you haven’t told me about?” The Doctor sneers, and Stone desperately shakes his head. Gloved fingers withdraw and he starts babbling,
“No, D-Doctor, I swear, I’m sorry! My brain is just confused, he is you, he has your memories-”
A gloved hand clamps down around his mouth and he quiets.
“I expect ultimate loyalty, Agent Stone. Even in the face of time traveling incidents.” The Doctor says sternly. Stone nods, wide eyed.
“Oh, don’t be too hard on him. He’s just confused- seems like he could use a reminder.” Ivo says slyly and the Doctor huffs.
“You could also fuck right off.” Neither of them move, and the Doctor meets Stone’s eyes again. “Prove your loyalty, Agent Stone. Show me how much you want it.” He steps back then, releasing him and sitting down on the bed, spreads his legs.
Stone immediately kneels in between them. He unties the Doctor’s shoes and slides them off one by one, setting them to the side. Then unzips and unbuttons the Doctor’s pants, tugs them down until they’re around his ankles and quickly folds them before placing them on top of the shoes. All the while he can feel two sets of eyes on him, watching.
The Doctor is half hard already, and Stone leans in and starts nuzzling the tip and shaft, kissing it up and down. A gloved hand runs through his hair and he swallows the Doctor’s dick down, loving the way the length finishes hardening in his mouth.
He hears movement behind him and then a warm body is pressing against his back, arms wrapping around his stomach. Ivo’s head rests against Stone’s shoulder as he whispers,
“I love how well you worship my cock, baby. You’re beautiful like this, down on your knees.” Stone moans, the vibrations make the Doctor’s hips buck deeper into his mouth. “Yeah, moan for me gorgeous, I love it when you moan around my cock.” Stone moans again, longer, tonguing at the underside of the Doctor’s dick. He hears a bitten back curse above him.
“Can you, fuck- ah! Fuck off already,” But the Doctor’s voice is weak from pleasure, and Stone sucks harder, bobbing his head up and down. The fingers tighten in his hair and Stone sees stars.
“Four hands are better than two, I’d say,” Ivo purrs, and he begins unbuttoning Stone’s jacket, helping him shrug it off. He makes quick work of his dress shirt too, tossing it to the side and leaving on his tie.
A drawer on the nightstand opens and then Ivo is patting Stone’s thigh. “On your knees now, there’s a good boy.” Stone is on his hands and knees when Ivo begins unbuckling his belt, sliding down his pants and boxers.
A hand palms his ass and Stone’s dick twitches in interest. Slick fingers begin circling his hole and Stone jolts, gasping around the Doctor’s cock. Ivo begins fingering him in earnest, and the Doctor takes complete control, firmly grabbing Stone’s hair and moving him back and forth on his dick. Stone goes limp and teary eyed, completely overwhelmed as pleasure zings up his spine and the Doctor using him so rough and perfectly makes him start slipping into a fuzzy headspace.
A second finger enters him, then a third, and Ivo is whispering to him about how good he’s taking it, how he’s so perfect and sweet for his Doctors, and his Doctor grips his hair harder and snaps about how he’s mine, and Stone would be content to stay here forever.
“He’s ready,” Ivo says to the Doctor, and Stone is pulled off the Doctor’s dick completely. He looks up worshipfully at the Doctor, blissed out and ready for more.
“Come up here, Stone, and ride my dick,” Doctor Robotnik orders, Stone pushes himself up into a standing position and toes off the pants and boxers, leaving him in just his tie, sock garters and shoes. He straddles the Doctor and slowly lowers himself down, the Doctor guiding him onto his dick. They both groan at the stretch, the heat, as Stone bottoms out. The Doctor feels huge like this, pressing everywhere inside of him, and Stone puts his hands on the man’s shoulders to move.
Before he can, hands reach around him. Gloveless hands, Ivo must have taken them off, that begin to slowly roll and pinch at his nipples. Pleasure pain sparks in his chest and he whines, throwing his head back onto Ivo’s shoulders.
“You never gave him enough attention here. Look at him, he loves it,” Ivo says, kissing the side of Stone’s neck and making him squirm on the Doctor’s dick as he continues to play with his nipples. Stone’s panting now, eyes rolling back in his head in pleasure.
“Get off him, I’ll do it,” The Doctor says gruffly, shoving a gloved hand in the other Robotnik’s face and pushing him back. The Doctor leans down and hesitantly licks Stone’s right nipple. Then there’s a burst of sweet pain as he bites down, making Stone cry out and needily rock back and forth on the Doctor’s dick.
The Doctor keeps licking and sucking, and with his other hand starts kneading Stone’s chest, brushing a thumb against his nipple. It’s too much, and he can feel the pleasure mounting and mounting-
“Doctor!” He cries out, “Doctor, please, ah, I’m going to cum!” Ivo then bites down hard on Stone’s neck and he keens, twisting about and squeezing the Doctor’s shoulders so tightly it hurts. A slick, warm hand wraps around his dick and starts to gently tease him even as he rocks back desperately.
“Doctor!” Ivo releases him to lick up his neck and bites down again, higher this time. “Ivo!” The Doctor’s hips jolt upwards at that, slamming against his prostate and Stone shudders and gasps as he cums, spilling into Ivo’s hand and across the Doctor’s stomach.
He leans his forehead against the Doctor’s shoulder, trying to catch his breath. The Doctor is still hard and deep inside of him, Ivo has a gentle hand between Stone’s shoulderblades.
A minute passes, then two. Stone is getting his bearings when Ivo asks,
“Ready for more, Stone?”
Stone makes a pathetic ‘uh-huh’ noise. He expects to have to start bouncing on the Doctor’s cock, but instead the hand on his back keeps him in place as Ivo’s other hand, slippery with more lube, begins to gently prod at his rim. Stone moans loudly as a finger slips inside, next to the Doctor’s dick. His head is spinning, his hands fly up and start clinging to the Doctor’s back.
“You’re such a whore, Stone,” the Doctor says disdainfully. The finger begins stretching him, moving back and forth, and Stone whines. The Doctor takes this for agreement and continues, “One dick isn’t good enough for you now? Need two to keep you satisfied?”
Another finger slips inside and begins scissoring him. He can barely concentrate on what his Doctor is saying.
“Maybe I should keep you plugged up all the time, hmmm? Then I won’t even take out the dildo when I fuck your greedy, needy hole.” The Doctor laughs meanly when Stone’s dick weakly twitches in interest against his stomach. He starts running his gloved hand up and down it, overstimulating him and making him shake and cry. Tears slip free and start dampening the Doctor’s coat.
“Be nice to him,” Ivo scolds, and Stone hears a dull thunk and an annoyed ow from the Doctor over what must have been a flick on the forehead. “He’s being such a good boy, taking both of us.” Stone shudders and sniffles at that, trying to ground himself as a third finger slips in. He turns his face to bury it into the Doctor’s neck, lips against a rapidly beating pulse point.
And then the fingers retreat. He feels the head of Ivo’s cock beginning to press in, stretching him even further, then entering him with a slick pop. Stone chomps down hard on the Doctor’s neck to muffle his scream.
“OW, Stone, you brat!” The Doctor shrieks, and Stone tastes blood. He licks the wound apologetically, moans around it as Ivo begins slowly sliding further in. He can feel both of them now, and he’s so full, he’s never been this full before.
“Doctor… Ivo… ah!” Stone mumbles as Ivo begins slowly thrusting in and out. Every time he sinks in it presses the Doctor’s dick hard against his prostate and makes Stone see stars. It’s too much, it’s overwhelming, his dick is getting hard again in the Doctor’s loose grip.
Then Ivo’s hands wrap around him again and start playing with his nipples, and Stone really does think he’s going to lose his mind. He clenches down hard on the two dicks as pain pleasure jolts through him, causing both the Doctor and Ivo to groan headily. The Doctor bucks up into him as Ivo thrusts upwards and Stone lets out an embarrassing mewling noise.
“Oh, he likes that.” Sweet, Ivo.
“Keep going.” Ordering, Doctor.
The two Doctors begin working in tandem, quickly finding a rhythm to fuck Stone with. At one point the Doctor grabs Stone’s hips and works him up and down in toe curling pleasure. Stone can barely think, hands are everywhere, on his nipples, his cock, one grips onto his tie and starts yanking. It feels so good, it feels so right, tears are leaking down his face as his cock pulses with need.
He tilts his head down to stare at the Doctor’s face, so handsome and focused. He wishes he could see Ivo’s as well.
The Doctor meets his eyes and then a gloved hand is wrapping around the base of his neck and tugging him down into a searing, passionate kiss. It’s wet, and messy, and the Doctor keeps biting at his bottom lip, but it’s theirs and it’s perfect. The Doctor’s tongue pushes its way into Stone’s mouth and slides against his, and fuck Stone wishes the Doctor would spit in his mouth in this moment. He wants to lick the Doctor’s boots.
Ivo begins kissing and gently nipping the side of Stone’s neck and he sighs into the Doctor’s mouth, beginning to relax as the thrusting becomes slower, gentler. I love you, he thinks and a burst of pain blooms in his chest, I love you both.
He pours more energy into the kiss, his hands move from the Doctor’s shoulders to cradle his face. The kiss becomes heated and forceful, their teeth clack together before the Doctor adjusts. Stone begins gripping the man’s hair tightly as he starts bouncing up and down on his knees, the two cocks sliding against his inner walls and grinding against his prostate. The three of them moan at the feeling, and Ivo begins rocking in and out, in and out at a steady rhythm that’s driving Stone insane.
Everything is so much, from the kissing to the hands on his chest and cock to the two dicks deep inside of him, he’s sweaty and shuddering and heat is building and building again-
“I’m gonna cum,” Stone gasps, and the hand on his dick starts moving fast, “Nngh, Doctor! Ivo! Ah, ah!” Ivo speeds up his thrusts, bites down hard on his neck, bare fingers plucking at his nipples. As the Doctor kisses him greedily, sloppily, tongue plundering his mouth as he gives a sharp hip thrust. And Stone’s world whites out again, he cums with a scream, throwing his head back and curling his toes.
He clenches down hard as he cums, and he feels hot cum begin to fill him up as one of the Doctors cums too, quickly followed by the other one, Ivo moaning loudly in Stone’s ear. Stone gasps for breath, he feels beyond wet, and messy, and used in a very good way.
It’s quiet, Stone having buried himself in the Doctor’s neck, clinging to the man. He whimpers as Ivo slowly pulls out, leaving him loose around the Doctor.
A bare hand slowly strokes down his back. “You alright, Stone?” Ivo asks gently. Stone nods, and feels the Doctor’s arms tighten around him.
“He’s fine,” the Doctor says sourly, “You can go away now.”
Ivo stays anyway, stroking Stone’s back and kissing him softly until he falls asleep, beyond tired and surrounded by warmth and his two Doctors.
Stone wakes up slowly. It’s strange, the Doctor’s never let him stay afterwards, only a moment to let him catch his breath and then he’s being shooed out. But there he is, laying down on his side, face buried in the Doctor’s coat with the Doctor’s soft dick still inside of him. He doesn’t register Ivo is still in the room until he hears a whispered,
“You should really treat him better. You’re going to regret it if you don’t.”
His Doctor hisses, “Shut up. You’re soft, and gross, and I’m not going to turn into you.”
“... Do you remember what next week is?”
“Fuck off, I’ve been busy trying to invent time travel.”
“It’s Valentine’s Day.”
“...”
“You could get him some flowers. Chocolates maybe. A sex toy if being mushy scares you too much-”
“It doesn’t not.”
Ivo’s voice goes stern. “Ivo. I am you. I remember what I was like. What’s even the point of lying to yourself?”
“Shut. Up.”
“One day you’re going to be staring your death in the face, nothing you can do but give your final words, and the only regret you’ll have is how you’ve treated Stone. How you’ve taken him for granted, how you never pushed yourself into examining your feelings. Because he’ll stay with you through everything and you know why. It’s not because he’s a sycophant. It’s because he loves you. He’s the one person on this shitty fucking planet who loves you.”
“...”
The bed shifts, and there’s footsteps heading towards the door. “Just… think about it.”
A click, as the door closes.
The Doctor gives a little harrumph and squeezes Stone tight, holding him closer.
“I knew that. I think.” The Doctor tucks his chin on the top of Stone’s head, and whispers so gently he could barely make it out.
“I… I love you, Stone.”
Stone smiles, and drifts back to sleep.
The Doctor pulls many all-nighters, Stone and Ivo diligently by his side, before the two come up with a solution to send him back. The explanation goes over Stone’s head, not that he wants to think too hard about Ivo traveling through man made wormholes. It’s risky, and mad, but Ivo is determined to return to his timeline- his Stone.
Afterwards Stone goes back to his apartment and sleeps for a full day and a half, sure the Doctor would be crashing as well. He awaits the phone call that will bring him back to the lab, to the work they’ve been neglecting for an out of time counterpart.
There’s a knock at Stone’s door in the morning. Still in pajamas and assuming it’s the mailman, Stone leaves behind his breakfast and opens it.
Doctor Robotnik is standing on his doorstep, wearing a black suit with a red tie. In his hands is a giant bouquet of roses. He stares back sheepishly at Stone’s shocked expression.
“Doctor?” Stone gasps.
“Happy Valentine's day,” he says, holding out the flowers. “And call me Ivo.”