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Today Stone has to make the Doctor’s coffee in the agent’s breakroom, the lab’s coffee maker an unfortunate casualty in a laser test gone wrong. It’s mid December and the hallways are cold enough he can see his breath, and he had to walk through snow to the other side of the base buildings. His suit doesn’t do much to protect him against the elements. He can feel the snow sinking through his dress shoes, his socks.
Another casualty from the laser test: his coat and scarf have been sliced in half. At least his mittens were spared.
He shoves open the door to get inside the agents' building as another agent is leaving. He spares them little mind until a hand grabs onto the back of his suit and a sly, familiar voice says,
“Where do you think you’re going, Agent Stone?”
Irritation sparks as he stops and turns around to face Agent George, who releases him and is smirking victoriously for some reason. Bright blue eyes pointedly look up at the ceiling, and Stone follows his gaze. He holds back a groan as he sees a spring of mistletoe has been taped above the doorway.
This is only going to encourage George’s little crush on him, isn’t it. With a huff and a roll of his eyes, Stone steps closer to the man and cranes his head upwards. George is immediately on him, grabbing onto the lapels of his suit and harshly pressing their lips together for a searing kiss. At the very least he’s warm, but he also tastes strongly of cigarettes. George practically bends him backwards with his ferocity and Stone jolts in surprise when the man bites down on his bottom lip.
Stone pushes him away then and surprisingly the man goes easily, their lips sliding together one last time before George steps back, grinning wildly. Stone wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as George pulls out a carton of cigarettes and walks outside.
“See ya around, Stone,” he calls before the door shuts behind him.
Stone shakes his head and continues towards the breakroom. Garlands have been hung in the corridors and every few feet is a poinsettia. Someone was feeling festive this year.
He makes it to the breakroom doorway at the same time as Agent Bill, who motions for him to go in first. Before he can, he hears a sharp whistle coming from inside, followed by Agent Maria chanting,
“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”
Stone’s eye twitches as he looks up only to see, again, a spring of mistletoe has been taped to the ceiling above their heads. He turns back to Bill, who’s blushing as red as his hair.
“We don’t have to- if you’re not comfortable-” Bill stammers as Maria boos. Bill’s one of the kindest men he knows, so he doesn’t mind playing along this time.
Stone leans in and gives him a kiss. After a moment, Bill relaxes and sighs into it, swaying closer. He tastes sweet, like hot chocolate, and Stone smiles. He presses forward, deepening the kiss, and Bill opens his mouth for him. Stone slides his tongue against Bill’s and feels the man shudder.
Stone retreats, breaking the kiss, and smirks at Bill’s even redder face.
“I’m just gonna- yeah,” Bill mumbles, and all but flees down the corridor. Stone chuckles and heads into the breakroom, where Maria is giggling behind a mug of coffee.
“Damn, you got him good, lover boy,” she says. “And here I thought Bill was straight.”
“Was straight. Before he kissed me,” Stone quips, and Maria snorts and laughs even harder. He goes over to the coffee machine and begins preparing the Doctor’s latte. He finds the disposable cups in a cabinet and once he’s finished, pours it in. He mixes in sugar and leaves enough space for a splash of Austrian goat’s milk once he gets back to the lab.
He turns to the door to leave, only to see Maria lurking in the doorway, smirking at him. He frowns at her and she scoffs.
“Don’t worry, gayboy, I just want a kiss on the cheek. Get over here.”
He sighs and walks over, leaning down to obligingly brush his lips against her cheek. Maria goes on her tip toes to give him a peck in return. She draws back, looks at him and giggles.
“Have fun with Doctor Rob today!” She says cheerfully, then walks away down the hall.
“It’s Doctor Robotnik,” he tiredly corrects, and she throws him a middle finger.
Stone begins the trek back to the labs, luckily evading anymore mistletoe attempts. Once inside, he goes to the refrigerator to finish making the Doctor’s latte, mixing in the Austrian goat milk that’s woefully not steamed.
He then enters the main working room of the labs. Doctor Robotnik is hunched over one of the work tables, headphones on and disemboweling a badnik. Stone walks up to his side and slowly puts down the cup in his peripheral vision, careful not to startle the man while he’s deep in focus.
The Doctor’s eyes flick up towards him as he reaches out to grab the latte. His hand freezes midair and brown eyes darken in anger as he scowls. Confused, Stone looks down at the cup, but nothing appears to be awry.
Doctor Robotnik tears off his headphones and jumps out of his chair. He immediately crowds in on Stone’s space, a gloved hand grabs Stone’s chin as he growls,
“Agent Stone.”
Baffled yet used to the manhandling, Stone stays still, his heart thundering in his ears. “Yes, Doctor?”
The Doctor turns his head to the side. “What the hell is this?” he spits out. “Fraternizing on the job? I expect you to act more professional than that. Is that why it took you so long to get my coffee?! Disgusting, absolutely sickening.”
Stone’s mind races as he puts the pieces together. Maria must have been wearing lipstick and left some on him.
“Doctor,” he says weakly, “If I can explain-”
The man leans downwards, getting so close their noses almost brush. “What. Is there to explain, Agent Stone? Have a little piece on the side? Spend some time in the broom closet instead of doing your fucking job? I should-”
“Mistletoe,” Stone blurts out. “It’s a festive tradition-”
“I KNOW WHAT MISTLETOE IS!” The Doctor roars.
“It’s just some harmless fun. A joke between agents,” Stone says desperately. “I promise I wasn’t fraternizing with anyone, I would never, Doctor.”
Doctor Robotnik closes his eyes and breathes through his nose. A few moments pass before he opens them again, eyes steely.
“Wipe that crap off your face and then polish all the badniks. I better not see a single spot on them.” He shoves Stone’s face away and storms back to his desk, dropping back on the chair and slamming his headphones over his head.
Stone smooths down the front of his suit, trying to recenter himself, before going over to the lab’s bathroom. He turns on the light and shuts the door, immediately looking at himself in the mirror.
On the right side of his cheek, above his beard line is a light pink smudge of a kiss imprint. Stone curses Maria as he wets a paper towel and scrubs it off.
It’s several hours later and Stone has finished the tedious yet enjoyable job of scrubbing all the badniks clean. He’s answering emails for the Doctor on his laptop in the corner of the lab when his boss calls for him.
“STONE!”
He jumps up and begins walking over. “Yes, Doctor?”
“I need another latte. Go get one for me,” he orders, waving a gloved hand dismissively.
“Of course.” Even though he’s not looking forward to another trip out in the cold, the Doctor must stay caffeinated. He makes for the door, only to stop when the Doctor adds,
“And bring a badnik with you. So I know you aren’t rendezvousing in the storage closets.”
Stone feels a rare spark of annoyance towards the man he secretly loves. Hasn't he proven time and time again of his devotion, his loyalty?
But he just grits his teeth and says, “Yes, sir.”
He goes over to the nearest rack of badniks and powers on Badnik B3-E. The badnik scans him and beeps.
“Follow me,” Stone commands, and B3-E floats upwards, letting out a happy trill. He pats her shell and she flies in a circle around him before coming to a stop and hovering by his shoulder.
He begins making his way out of the labs, B3-E following a few feet behind. He can hear her doing barrel rolls behind him and suppresses a smile at her antics.
He leaves through the main entrance, only to almost run into someone standing on a stepstool outside. Confused, Stone looks up to see Agent Peter, the tallest man on base, stretching his arms and trying to put something on the archway.
“Oh shit,” Peter says, and drops down from the stepstool.
“What are you doing?!” Stone asks incredulously, and the man awkwardly shuffles his feet.
“They dared me to… as a prank…” he mumbles nervously.
Stone squints up at the archway above them, only to see another damn spring of mistletoe.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Stone groans, all too aware of the badnik floating behind him. “Take that down, Agent Peter. Doctor Robotnik won’t find it funny.”
Peter pouts and crosses his arms. “Only if you kiss me.”
Stone gives him an unimpressed look.
“What? I don’t want to have come all the way out here for nothing! Besides, you’ll never be able to reach it by yourself.”
“I’d shoot it down if I have to,” Stone grumbles, then sighs. “Fine. Make it quick-”
Only to let out a surprised yelp as Peter grabs the lapels of his suit, yanks him up so they’re face to face and Stone’s legs are dangling at least a foot off the ground. Peter pulls him in and gives Stone a bruising and quick kiss, ending it with an obnoxious ‘mwah!’ before lowering him back down.
“Thanks, Stone,” he says cheerfully and gets back on the stepstool. Stone watches as he pulls down the mistletoe, then chides him for leaving behind duct tape. Peter peels off the duct tape as well before getting off the stool, picks it up and starts heading down towards the shooting range with a wave.
Stone waits until he’s out of sight before moving himself, trudging through a snow dusted path towards the agent’s building. Once he gets there he realizes he has to go to the bathroom, and heads down the left hallway towards the restrooms. Someone must have hacked the speakers because ‘All I Want for Christmas is You’ is blaring through the building.
Stone opens the door at the same time as someone pushes the door open. Instead of stepping aside, the other man- Agent Derek- freezes and looks up.
Not again. Not a fucking gain. Stone looks up too and sees green leaves and red berries hanging above the bathroom door. The badnik behind him lets out a beep and Stone pushes Derek back, shutting the door firmly behind him.
“Stone-”
Furious now, Stone claps his hands on either side of Derek’s head and kisses him hard, yanking his head to the side so he can kiss him deeper. Derek’s arms wrap around Stone’s back, tugging him closer as he kisses back enthusiastically. They sway back and forth, fighting for dominance and neither yielding. Derek presses a knee between Stone’s legs, shoves him up against the door. Stone sticks his tongue in Derek’s mouth and then that’s another battleground too-
A toilet flushes and they break apart, both panting for breath. A stall door opens and Agent Raymond walks out, giving them both a weird look before starting to wash his hands.
Derek gives him a knowing smile and slips out of the bathroom. Stone sees a flash of white and red before the door closes again. He relieves himself in a urinal before washing his hands. Who’s been putting up all the mistletoe? It’s never been this bad. Stone’s going to track them down and strangle them if he gets the time.
He pushes the door open to see Badnik B3-E floating in front of it. She beeps and boops, and Stone smiles and pets her.
“Everything’s alright, B3. You know you’re not allowed in the restrooms on base.” She gives a protesting bzzt and circles him before flying back into position. He walks back down the hall, the music having changed to ‘Last Christmas,’ and goes into the breakroom.
Agent Charles and Agent Frank are inside, Charles by the coffee machine and Frank digging through the fridge.
“Hey, Stone,” Charles says, and Stone gives him a nod back. “More coffee for the Doctor? And where’s your coat, it’s freezing outside.”
“Long story,” Stone says shortly, stepping up next to him to get at the coffee pot.
“Ooooo!” Frank coos, holding a tin foil wrapped sandwich and closing the fridge, “Charles and Stone have to kiiiiissss!”
“What?!” Charles exclaims, and Stone sighs as he looks up to see another mistletoe hanging on the ceiling above the coffee maker.
“You have to!” Frank insists. Charles is now anxiously fiddling with his wedding ring.
“Do you know who’s been putting these up?” Stone asks, resigned to his fate.
“No clue,” says Frank, “but there sure are a lot this year.”
“I can’t do it,” Charles blurts out, now sweating profusely, “My wife-”
“Oh my God,” Frank sighs, “You’re such a killjoy. Want me to tag in?”
“That’s allowed?”
“Yes,” Frank says firmly, and Charles scuttles across the room, breathing heavily. Frank rolls his eyes and smirks up at Stone. The badnik lets out a loud beeeeep!
“It’s alright, B3,” Stone says.
Frank saunters over to him and whispers in his ear, “Let’s give that Doctor of yours a show.”
Stone bites his lip, glancing at the badnik. Surely the Doctor isn’t actually watching right now, right? He has way more important things to focus on than his assistant making coffee.
And if he is… well, why not give him a show? It’s not like they’re together. Stone’s the one pining away, not Doctor Robotnik.
A mean part of him whispers, and maybe he can learn a thing or two. That mean part is what makes him surge forward, capturing Frank’s lips and kissing the man passionately. Frank’s hands are on his shoulders and gripping tightly, and Stone slowly bends the man backwards, his own hands a steadying weight on Frank’s hips. They begin twisting their tongues together and Frank lets out a needy, clearly faked moan that has Stone huffing a laugh into the man’s mouth.
They eventually separate, a string of saliva breaking as they pull away.
“I hope I find you under the mistletoe again, pretty boy,” purrs Frank, and Stone just shakes his head, amused. Frank blows a kiss at the badnik and leaves the breakroom with a wave at Charles.
Stone makes the Doctor’s coffee and one for himself this time. Letting himself imagine his boss actually caring about Stone being kissed beyond his general disdain for workplace fraternization. In his imagination, Robotnik races across the base, gets to the breakroom and punches Frank in the face before fucking Stone on the table, wanting people to see that Stone’s his, only his.
He finishes the coffee drinks and starts sipping his on the walk back. He passes Agent Maria and Agent Tessa kissing under a mistletoe in the hallway as ‘Let it Snow!’ blares through the speakers.
Outside the cold wind presses against him, and he watches as B3 flies high into the sky before zooming back down. He ends up throwing a few sticks her way so she can laser them out of the air.
They get back to the labs and Stone throws his cup in the trash before finishing the Doctor’s by stirring in Austrian goat milk. He then enters the main lab room and ushers B3-E back into her charging port. Doctor Robotnik is standing at his desk, turned away from him and staring at a projection of the badnitank’s blueprint. He’s not wearing his headphones and his posture is tense.
Stone steps up next to him and smiles gently. “Your latte, sir.”
The Doctor takes the cup from him and takes a sip. He then pops off the lid, turns, and throws lukewarm coffee in Stone’s face.
He shuts his eyes against the onslaught, mouth dropping open in surprise as he feels warm liquid soaking through his suit. He blinks his eyes open and stares at Doctor Robotnik, who sneers back.
“Disgusting, Stone. I expected more from you.”
What was wrong with the coffee?! Stone made it exactly the same as the last one, he’s sure of that. “Doctor-”
“Go clean yourself up and get out of my sight,” the man says coldly, his face twisted in anger and eyes flashing with barely concealed rage. Stone hesitates only for the Doctor to bark, “GO!”
That has him scrambling out of the main lab and into the hallway, where he wipes the coffee off of his face with his sleeve. What was that? The Doctor stopped throwing coffee in his face the first year as his assistant, when Stone finally got the perfect recipe for the man’s taste. Sometimes he’d throw the coffee cup at the wall if he’s really frustrated with something, but usually it was just a tool.
Maybe… he did see through BE-3’s camera feed? And is reacting to it?
At that spark of hope Stone does his best to ruthlessly crush it. Don’t be ridiculous, Stone. The Doctor doesn’t like you like that, he barely even tolerates you. Something else must be going on in that genius mind.
He goes over to his locker where he keeps his spare suit. The dress shirt is a dark purple instead of back, but other than that is identical. He steps into the bathroom and does his best to wash off his face and hair, drying himself with paper towels before changing into the suit.
Banished from the main labs, Stone spends the next two hours tidying up the outer rooms and the Doctor’s storage. He’s wondering if he should sneak back in to grab his laptop when the door slams open and Doctor Robotnik comes storming out, face scrunched in irritation.
“Walters wants to see me in his office. Refuses to tell me why, like he couldn’t have just included it in his email.” He scoffs, and gestures for Stone to follow him. He steps into place and trails after the Doctor back out into the cold. His eyes snap up to the archway outside but there’s no mistletoe hanging. He squashes a pang of disappointment.
They’re quiet as they make their way across the blacksite, snow crunching underneath their feet as snowflakes dusts their hair and shoulders. They finally make it to the upper brass’s wing and enter the much warmer building. Unlike the agent’s barracks, this one is barren of any decorations except for a pathetic looking short tree shoved into a corner that has one ornament hanging on it.
Robotnik doesn’t comment on it, just marches over to the elevator and presses the up button insistently. The door dings open and they both go inside.
They leave the elevator on the third floor. It opens up into a familiar hallway, the Commander’s office the closest door to the right. Standing in front of the doorway is Agent Karl, an absolute bear of a man with a thick brown beard and guileless green eyes. He’s the agent assigned to Commander Walters, and is also an old fuckbuddy of Stone’s, before he was assigned to Doctor Robotnik.
Robotnik is just about to reach him when Stone spots a flash of green and red above Karl’s head. Stomach twisting at the idea of Karl kissing his Doctor, Stone leaps ahead of his boss and spreads his arms out protectively. He feels the Doctor come to a stop behind him.
“No, Karl,” Stone says firmly, “Get out of the way.”
Karl raises an eyebrow and puts his hands on his hips. “And what if I don’t want to?”
Stone scowls, stepping closer and jutting his chin up. “Then I’ll make you move.”
“Ah, ah, ah, looks like someone’s under the mistletoe with me.” Karl’s eyes sparkle as he beams.
“Stone, don’t you dare!” Doctor Robotnik snarls behind him.
“Sorry, Doctor. It’s tradition,” he says cooly, and he leans in for what he thinks is going to be a quick peck. Only for Karl to hoist him up by his thighs like he used to do; Stone squeaks in surprise as he instinctively wraps his legs around the man’s waist and grabs onto his shoulders. Karl spins them around and slams Stone’s back against the wall, and then they’re kissing each other passionately like they did five years ago, frantic and messy.
Stone feels a hand slide onto his waist and his gun is pulled out of its holster. He opens his eyes and sees his gun being pointed at Karl’s head. There’s a clicking noise as the safety is turned off. Karl freezes with his tongue in Stone’s mouth.
“Drop him,” Doctor Robotnik hisses, and presses the gun to Karl’s temple. The man’s hands go up and their mouths clack together as Stone tumbles to the ground, catching himself on the wall before he lands on his ass.
“Doctor-” Stone tries, straightening up, only for the Doctor to raise his other hand, pointing his index finger up.
“Stone. Labs. Now,” he commands, his tone sharp and leaving no room for argument. He continues glaring at Karl, who’s slowly backing away. “Tell Walters to send me an email.”
Doctor Robotnik then whirls around, gun still in hand, and marches over to the elevator. Stone gives Karl a worried look, who grimaces at him and shrugs sheepishly, before following the Doctor.
The elevator doors close and Doctor Robotnik shoves Stone’s gun back into his hands, staring straight ahead. Stone quickly clicks the safety back on and reholsters it, adrenaline still running through him and making his hands buzz. He studies the Doctor’s face, the deep crease between his eyebrows, the sharp downturn of his mouth and the flaring of his nostrils. The man is pissed, on the verge of an explosion that Stone isn’t sure how to vent because he has no idea what’s going on.
The Doctor is bisexual, he reminds himself desperately, he is not homophobic.
His boss storms ahead of him as soon as the elevator doors open. Stone half jogs to keep up with his long strides, staying a respectful foot behind him as they begin making their way across the base again. Anxiety and confusion swirl within him, the last time the Doctor was this upset he took a sledgehammer to the wall, and Stone is a little afraid of becoming that wall.
It feels too soon by the time they reach the labs, Stone still scrambling for a suitable appeasement or explanation. He doesn’t know if an apology would hinder or help, or even what he should be apologizing for.
As soon as they step into the main lab, the Doctor takes a deep breath and points at Stone. “Pin yourself to the wall,” he orders.
Stone immediately obeys, putting a hand on his chest and stepping back until he hits the wall. Doctor Robotnik springs forward, slamming his hands on either side of Stone’s head and leaning in so close their noses almost brush.
“I don’t need you. I don’t even like you, you’re just the same as everyone else, idiotic and barely competent enough for me not to fire you. All I need are my machines, my workshop, and to be left alone.”
The Doctor’s brown eyes flash as he growls, “So if you ever, ever kiss anyone on this base again you’re fired. Out the door, sayonara, see you never. Got that, Stone?”
Stone stares into the Doctor’s eyes and musters up all his courage. “Why?” he asks, and the Doctor’s mustache twitches as he scowls.
“I don’t have to explain myself to you.”
Stone narrows his eyes. “I’m your assistant, yes, but I don’t belong to you. So why does it matter that Karl kissed me?”
“While you’re working-”
“What if it’s off work, Doctor? Can I kiss Karl then?” He pushes, and the Doctor finally breaks.
“NO! YOU CAN’T KISS ANYBODY! I WON’T ALLOW IT!” He bellows, slamming his fist against the wall, and Stone feels a surge of triumph.
“Kiss me, then,” he challenges, and the Doctor freezes, looking caught out. Stone gentles his voice. “Kiss me, Doctor. It’s okay.”
The other man hesitates, and Stone waits. He’d wait forever if he had to. And then Doctor Robotnik surges forwards and his mouth is on Stone’s, kissing him frantically.
Their lips slot together perfectly, and Stone’s heart pounds like it’s going to burst as they kiss and kiss and kiss, only coming up for air before diving back in again. It feels like electricity is crackling between them. It feels like true love, like Stone’s finally home. His hands grab at the Doctor’s jacket and tugs him closer, and a thigh presses in between his legs. Stone moans into the Doctor’s mouth, grinding down frantically, chasing the pleasure as the Doctor is all around him. His dick throbs in his pants.
Doctor Robotnik pulls his head back and Stone tries to follow him, only for the man to put a hand on his chest and slam him back against the wall.
“You’re mine now,” he says, voice confident, but his eyes look uncertain, searching Stone’s.
“Yes, Doctor,” Stone sighs happily, “Only yours. Please kiss me again.”
The Doctor cocks his head, his expression turning to one of analysis. “How long have you had these feelings for me, Agent Stone?”
“Doctor,” he whines, and the man tuts.
“Answer me, Stone,” he says in a sing-song voice, and rubs his thigh against Stone’s clothed dick, sending sparks of pleasure jolting through him.
“Four years,” he gasps, “when you smiled at me for getting your coffee order right.”
“Four years,” Doctor Robotnik says thoughtfully. “Never would have guessed.” His voice gets deeper, more intense, “I’m going to fuck you so good you forget you kissed anybody else. Or else five agents worth of blood will be on your hands.”
“Seven,” Stone corrects mischievously, and the Doctor’s brown eyes darken. “George and Bill kissed me before Maria.”
The Doctor growls and slams into Stone’s lips again, pushing against him in a searing kiss. Stone opens his mouth and the Doctor slides their tongues together, pressing deeper into Stone, like he wants to devour him. Stone moans into the kiss. He feels desired, wanted, overwhelmed in the best of ways. He can’t believe this is happening.
Doctor Robotnik eventually breaks the kiss and starts dragging Stone over to his desk. He goes willingly, and watches as the man begins opening up his drawers, cursing to himself until he finds a small jar of vaseline.
“Pants and underwear off, on the desk,” he orders, tearing off his gloves, and Stone jumps to it, toeing off his shoes before yanking his pants and boxers down, leaving him only in his suit top and sock garters.
He sits on the edge of the desk, the Doctor steps forward and stands between his legs. He kisses Stone passionately before shoving him hard down onto the desk, his back hitting metal with a bang.
Stone blinks up at the lab’s ceiling as the Doctor tugs him closer, takes Stone’s left leg and heaves it over his shoulder, then does the same to his right. Stone blushes as he feels vulnerable and spread out, at the Doctor’s mercy.
Robotnik starts by taking Stone’s cock in his warm, slick hand, stroking it while staring intensely at Stone’s face as he gasps and shudders. His hand then caresses Stone’s balls before brushing against Stone’s entrance.
A lubed finger slowly enters him and Stone moans, hips jerking up into it only for the Doctor to shove his hip back onto the desk with a firm hand.
Stone whines in protest and the Doctor shushes him. “I’m in charge, Stone. Me. I decide the pace.”
He begins slowly rocking his finger back and forth, studying Stone’s face as he pants and lets out little moans. He crooks his finger deeper and brushes against his prostate, lighting up Stone’s brain in pleasure and causing him to clench down around him, toes curling as they dangle off the Doctor’s shoulders.
“There we go,” the Doctor says cockily, prodding at the spot and laughing evilly as Stone keens and trembles, trying not to thrust up into it. “Good boy.” Stone’s eyes roll up into his head at the praise, brain going fuzzy, and it takes everything in him not to cum on the spot.
The Doctor luckily adds another, beginning to stretch Stone open in earnest with his clever, long fingers, continuing to tease him and make him writhe by brushing against prostate.
“Doctor, Doctor, Doctor,” Stone begins to chant, to beg really. The fingers finally withdraw and Stone lifts his head up to watch as Doctor Robotnik shoves down his own pants and slicks up his long, hard cock with a hand before rubbing the head of it against Stone’s hole.
“Ready, Agent?” He asks, grinning triumphantly as Stone nods desperately. They both let out loud groans of pleasure as the Doctor thrusts in. He begins to move, fucking into Stone hard while rambling,
“You’re never going to kiss anyone ever again, only me. Got it, Stone? Only me. Or I’ll tear you to shreds. I’ll fucking destroy you. I’ll kill whoever touched you and fuck you with their blood as lube.”
Stone shudders underneath him, crying out, “Yes, sir! I promise, no one but you!”
“Good,” he growls, yanking Stone up by his tie so he can kiss him again, possessive and deep. Stone clings to the man, rakes clawed hands down the Doctor’s back, moaning as he thrusts deeper.
“Doctor!” He wails when he hits his prostate dead on, and then Stone’s cumming untouched, cumming all over the Doctor’s precious jacket. It’s the best orgasm he’s ever had in his life, and the Doctor fucks him through the aftershocks, making him keen and whine from the overstimulation.
“Finish inside me,” Stone gasps out, clenching down around him, “I’m yours, Doctor, only yours, forever yours-”
And that’s enough to tip the Doctor over the edge as warm cum fills up Stone. The Doctor groans and all but collapses onto him, crushing him under his weight. He doesn’t mind, just hugs the Doctor close and runs a hand through the man’s hair.
I love you, he wants to say, but it’s too soon, it’s his little secret.
Stone comes back down to reality after a minute of panting and the Doctor nuzzling into his neck. His eyes widened.
“Oh, shit. Doctor.”
“Hmmm?”
“We forgot to lock down the labs!”
“Don’t care. Shhhh.”
Well. Stone smiles up at the ceiling, basking in the afterglow. Thank science for mistletoe.