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Sometimes, feelings just boiled over after being bottled up for too long. In Doctor Robotnik's case "boiling over" wasn't strong enough a metaphor. A more fitting one would be taking a highly carbonated bottled drink and shaking it until it popped open on its own and sprayed all of its contents in a violent burst until the bottle was empty and the entire room was soaked and full of regrets.
Now, take that idea and apply it to how ridiculously attractive one Agent Stone had gotten in the doctor's eyes lately. They lived in the same space now and thus saw each other all the time every day, and Stone had the sheer audacity to be attractive in every possible way? Yet Robotnik had this… reluctance to admitting such human notions, to asking if his regard might be reciprocated, if there could possibly be a productive, easily available outlet to the feelings that were making it hard to breathe, that constricted his chest tighter by the day, and distracted him from his work. No, he was above such things, obviously. There would be no talk about feelings of all things, he could simply bottle it all up and the issue would magically solve itself if he ignored it long enough.
So. Since that had never worked in the history of anything ever, the shaken bottle it was.
Robotnik was sorting through his physical blueprint folder to locate a particular idea that he wanted to digitize and convert into an actually working model, when Stone appeared by his side, holding a small package of what Robotnik presumed were the newly arrived springs and gears he'd been expecting.
"Should I sort these into their usual drawers or did you need some for a currently unfinished project?" Stone asked, causing Robotnik to turn towards him in order to verify that the package contained what he thought it would.
He stopped short when his eyes caught a glimpse of purple. His gaze locked onto the source, which turned out to be a tie Stone was wearing. He didn't usually do coloured ties, they tended to be black like the rest of his outfit. Robotnik's eyes followed the purple tie up to Stone's face, and he saw Stone's questioning expression shift into a friendly smile upon locking eyes with the doctor.
That was the last straw that broke the camel's back. Or rather, the last shake to the bottle of highly carbonated drink.
Robotnik shucked the blueprint folder in the general direction of his desk, not knowing and not caring if it landed on the intended destination. He stood up abruptly enough to send his chair wheeling away. He yanked the package from Stone's hands and dropped it uncaringly on the desk, knocking over a cup of pens and sharpies and giving approximately negative ten shits about some of them clattering off the desk and to the floor. Then he grabbed Stone by the lapels of his suit jacket and pulled him close.
"How dare you wear a purple tie", he hissed into Stone's face, much to the other man's complete and utter bewilderment. Then he surged forward and just about slammed his lips onto Stone's. He closed his eyes upon contact and felt his shoulders finally relax from the locked state they had been wound into ever since he started finding Stone attractive. He eased the pressure on their lips, tilted his head for a better angle and went back in, a bit gentler this time.
Stone's rigid frame melted upon the adjustment, and the warm lips started moving in tandem with his, making the kiss much better. Robotnik's hold on Stone's lapels relaxed, and he spread his fingers over the other's broad chest instead, feeling the rapidly beating heart against his palm. There was a shift in Stone's posture, and then strong hands pressed against his back and pulled him just a little bit closer.
This. This was the correct answer to his vague problem of "Stone is attractive now, what actions should be taken?"
Robotnik hummed contentedly into the kiss and pushed his tongue into Stone's mouth for further contact. It was well received and the feeling of Stone's tongue stroking his own made his stomach do interesting flips and his heart feel much too big for his chest. But he still wanted to get closer.
He slid his hands up Stone's chest, over his toned shoulders, and looped his arms around his neck, pulling their chests flush. Much better. Stone's arms wrapped around him more securely and Robotnik felt like he was drowning in touch and warmth and Stone's scent. It was intoxicating. But he wanted even closer.
He ran his fingers over Stone's short hair with one hand and caressed the side of his neck with the other while pushing his body as close as he could get, just shy of merging the two of them into one. Stone's grip on him tightened accordingly, either accommodating Robotnik's need for closeness or because the feeling was very mutual – it really didn't matter which it was, the point was achieving the desired outcome. They were finally close enough.
They traded almost suffocatingly heated kisses for a long while, lips sliding against each other's, tongues entangling first in Stone's mouth, then in Robotnik's, switching back and forth. It felt like he couldn't get enough of Stone now that he had him where he wanted him, and he had no qualms about showing it. Kiss upon kiss, breathing the same air, pressed tightly together and hands caressing whatever they could reach. The newly discovered pleasant activity kept going until Robotnik finally felt satiated for the moment and slowly eased out of the kiss, but not the hold.
"That's what you get for walking around the lab, being attractive and distracting", Robotnik said, aiming for aggression and chastising, but landing somewhere between petulant and giddy. Oh well, his mind was too dopamine-clouded to care overly much.
"Ah, my apologies", Stone replied, clearly trying for a poker face but unable to suppress the massive smile even a little bit. His hands rubbed extremely pleasant circles on Robotnik's back, and the action was quickly added to Stone's job description from now on. "I'd say that I'll try to do better in the future, but I'm afraid the punishment is having the opposite of its intended effect and I can't find it within myself to be all that repentant. I'll probably be a repeat offender, I won't lie."
It was Robotnik's turn to utterly fail at hiding an amused smile. His fingers ran up and down the side of Stone's neck, and he wished he wasn't wearing his control gloves, but rectifying that problem meant letting go, and that wasn't an option. "If I miss any deadlines in the foreseeable future, it'll be your fault for being such an insubordinate, pulchritudinous paperweight of a minion."
"Duly noted, Doctor. This does explain you hiring me, since you keep implying I wasn't hired for my brains."
Robotnik had no choice but to shut the smartass agent up with another round of kisses. He suspected he wouldn't be getting much work done for the rest of the day, and made his peace with it.