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Once upon a time in a land far, far away there lived the inconceivably smart, powerful and handsome wizard Ivo Robotnik. Known throughout all the kingdoms, counties, duchies and margravates, he lived in an ivory tower castle on his own spit of land.
Many people came to seek help from him.
Sometimes, he would even grant it.
For the most part, the great Ivo lived alone - preferring his solitude to the tedious company of basic mortals.
The singular exception formed his loyal henchman Stone.
It had been several years since the man had been offered to him like a sacrificial virgin to a rampaging dragon. A landlord from a warmongering duchy had begged Ivo's help in acquiring magically enhanced weapons for his knights. A costly order, sure, and among the incentives to accept had been a rather exotic soldier from the hot deserts to the east.
A rare sight, to be sure.
And probably a coveted asset in the landlord's army.
Relinquishing that particular treasure to the wizard must have been a painful loss.
Though, at the time, Duke Walters had appeared oddly relieved over Ivo's acceptance...
So.
Ever since then, Ivo hadn't lived quite as alone as before. And, despite his best efforts, he had quickly grown used to his new assistant's presence and, dare he admit it, usefulness. Because contrary to his initial assumptions, Stone had absolutely no problem with playing housemaid. Ivo would have expected a little more resistance from a cold-blooded murderer/ soldier but no, Stone had slipped into his new purpose and role easily and happily.
And Ivo quickly came to a theory as to why: the man was cursed. And he had unresistingly accepted his place in hopes that Ivo would save him.
Stone had never said anything, naturally. Always subservient and always doing his best to please the wizard. But Ivo wasn't stupid. The signs were adding up.
He was suffering from some smiling-curse. Never ending. Probably painful. Possibly humiliating. Ivo understood that but so far, he hadn't been able to pinpoint the source or make-up or anything at all that could unravel this particular spell.
And as of late, he had been somewhat... negligent about researching Stone's curse. For reasons.
Among those MANY reasons was definitely the knowledge that once he succeeded in removing the poor sod's curse, Stone's willingness to serve him was very likely to drop. That prospect put a damper on Ivo's interest in helping him. He had JUST gotten used to his sycophant taking care of everything that distracted him from his work. Why would he shoot himself in the foot?
ESPECIALLY since Stone had introduced him to qahwa or as he often colloquially said: koff-e.
That had been a game changer and Stone had better content himself with serving him forever because Ivo was definitely not going to live without him. IT! Ever again.
Never mind.
Where had he been?
Ah, yes. No longer alone.
Which OF COURSE had its downsides. Very annoying and BURDENING downsides because. Li~ke, regular meals. Home-cooked. Fresh laundry. All the time. No dirty dishes. No dirty anything. Eh, wait. Those were good things. Switching lanes: he was never truly alone.
Wherever he went to look, there Stone was. Doing one thing or another. If he spotted the wizard, he would smile his cursed smile and beam at him.
Poor soul.
HA! The criticising! YES! Downside! Stone would regularly come into his lab and remind him to eat or sleep or bathe. How was he expected to accomplish anything with this constant nagging!
Oh, and the goats! There were now goats in the stable of his castle. Wild beasts! Shedding fur and bleating and- irgh. Never mind. He rarely ever saw them. Stone took care of them. All on his own. And they were kind of necessary for his koff-e. And they also kept his lawn in top-notch condition.
Sigh.
The incessant adoration? Stone never failed to offer him a compliment. Or express his awe. But, it could be a side-effect of his curse? Honestly, yes, Ivo was incomparably magnificent BUT Stone's level of veneration came without even the tiniest hint of fear or jealousy. Or greed. Nothing. Just simple, plain, open and endless worship.
It never failed to stroke the wizard's ego in the best of ways but what good was all this submission if it were... not real?
Mmpf.
So. That.
Maybe.
Come to think of it, where was his grovelling barnacle? It had been hours since Stone had last checked up on him. Offered him a koff-e. That was unusual.
Ivo checked the time-piece on the wall of his lab.
Way past noon.
Shouldn't he have had lunch?
He tried to remember the morning.
Okay, Stone had mentioned something about... about... irgh. He should have listened. He usually didn't because who was the master here? Did he have to keep track of everything his sycophant did? Just because he snooped on him from time to time, when he was bored or... other things, didn't mean he had to keep him constantly monitored!
Stone was a grown-ass man and the curse would make sure that he would remain loyal and reliable.
Aside from this sudden disappearance.
Where the fuck was he?
Ivo rose from his work-bench, postponing the finalisation of his latest golem, and stepped toward the tall, obsidian mirror in the corner of his lab. His overcoat billowed majestically, of course. The outside dark and the lining flashing a deep blood-red whenever it flapped. All by design. Ivo loved striking fear and awe into anyone looking at him.
He raised his hand and swiped it over the glassy surface, making it come to life.
Early on, Ivo had given Stone a penchant to wear CONSTANTLY. It looked like a witch stone made of ruby. It wasn't ruby. And its primary purpose was to, fuck yeah, okay, keep track of his henchman. For Stone's protection, of course. And look how handy it came!
The mirror lit up, slowly at first, and showed a wobbly representation of a hand-drawn map. Ivo had done that himself. A stroke of genius, really. The ruby's location would blink as a little red dot on that mirror-map, informing Ivo of Stone's precise location.
So simple yet elegant.
Now.
Where was-?
Huh.
That was... practically the middle of nowhere. Half-way to duke Walters' duchy. Or, almost at the duke's doors. Very much at the duke's doors. Just barely before it.
Ivo cocked his head to the side.
Why~?
What as is barnacle doing with that decrepit old fool?
Okay.
Time for some proper magic then.
Ivo pulled a chair to the mirror, sat down, put his feet up on one of his trusted little golems and waved a hand, mumbling some incantation that would make the mirror show him Stone's morning. The obsidian glass wobbled once more and began re-playing what his many golems had been seeing all day - filtered to only those specimens that had been observing Stone.
YES! He had been snooping. INDICT HIM! But it had obviously been necessary because his henchman had probably gotten himself into trouble. This bespoke of trouble! Clearly.
How, though? Hadn't Walters praised him for being an excellent soldier and a veritable killing machine? Pah! Ivo had known nearly from the beginning. The first red flag had been Stone's overall... well, self. How could a man with the presence of a helpless, little kitten begging to be adopted be a ruthless assassin? Walters, really, he should have chosen a better candidate to fool Ivo.
Then, naturally, Stone's utter doormat-personality. That could, theoretically, have been a ruse but Ivo had pushed his henchman's patience a lot. Like, A LOT. Any self-respecting man would have given at least a little push-back. Beyond resorting to begging - e. g. "please, master, eat something" or "please, master, take a nap".
And the aforementioned household chores.
No. He had been swindled. This fraud of a stone-cold mercenary was nothing more than a chamber-maid.
And lo and behold: said chamber-maid had gotten himself into trouble.
Sigh.
Ivo would be upset but why the fuck would he need a professional sell-sword anyway? He was fully capable of disposing of disruptive elements all on his own. Really, anyone remember his job description? Please. So.
A proper servant taking care of his laundry and supplying him with koff-e, though - that had come in handy.
And the unfiltered, endless access to reverence counted as a plus, too.
So, long story short: his supervision had been absolutely justified because a damsel such as Stone could not be expected to face the wickedness of the world on his own.
As evidenced.
Now.
What had his servant been doing since morning?
Sighing under his breath, he relaxed into his chair and began watching:
The morning began with Stone rising from his bed - dishevelled but adorable. Hair tousled, impressions from his pillow still on his cheek. His white night-gown slipping almost off his shoulder.
ARGH!
Swipe.
Stone stood in the kitchen. Properly dressed. Smiling. Preparing the wizard's breakfast. Yeah, okay. Ivo remembered eating that.
Swipe.
Stone once more in the kitchen. Cleaning the dishes. Then more chores: the wizard's bedchamber, laundry, another visit to his goats, a snack for the wizard, ah. There. Stone brought him a plate of fruit and koff-e. Ivo was sitting at his work-bench, his coat off, sleeves rolled up - tinkering on his little golem.
"Master", Stone put the plate beside him, leaning a bit closer, "I will head out for a while. My former fellow in arms have been wishing to see me. Probably for drinks and gossip. I have no desire to waste my time with them but they have been pestering me for a while now. I hope they'll let me be if I grant them this one 'carousal'. I hope I'll be back for dinner."
Ah~. Right. Stone had told him about that. He hadn't really been listening but some words had sunken into his memory. Alright. So. A meeting with old chums, then. And there was still time until dinner.
But.
Something was rubbing the wizard the wrong way.
He wasn't sure what or why but something was making him restless. His magic was tickling beneath his finger-tips. The short hairs on the back of his neck were rising.
Nope.
There was something underfoot.
Mirror-Stone was seen leaving the castle - dressed in his habitual mix of clothes supplied by Ivo and a shawl or other parts of his homeland's robes. All in the wizard's colours, though. He seemed very deliberate about that. Much to Ivo's approval.
There followed a long stretch of images showing Stone walking. And walking. And walking. And walking. WHY HADN'T THE FOOL SIMPLY TAKEN A GOLEM? Or a horse. Ivo did possess horses. Though he rarely had need of them. Too skittish, especially in the face of his magic.
Stone was approaching the border to Walters' duchy, and heading toward a roofed bridge. The images were fewer now, or better, the hidden spy-golems were fewer now, showing only two angles. Which was why neither Ivo nor Stone saw the ambush coming.
As it was, Ivo then had to watch a dozen of men rising from the river-bank's cover over-power and subdue his helpless servant. Stone tried to put up a fight, felling at least four of his attackers but the rest threw themselves on him simultaneously.
One knocked him out with the pommel of his sword.
Stone dropped to the ground. Unconscious.
Ivo sat in his chair as if electrocuted, his fingers clawing into the arm-rests, his chest heaving.
What.
WHAT IN THE-!
Every fibre in Ivo was screaming. His magic was boiling beneath his skin. He wanted nothing more than to storm from his castle and go get his- his- FUCK! He couldn't! He needed to see where they brought him first.
This was killing him.
He swiped at the images, speeding them up: those doomed fools were dragging Stone off. On and on. Not into Walters' duchy proper but along the river until they reached an abandoned miller's hut. There, they put his henchman onto a chair and bound him.
They gave him something to drink. An almost futile endeavour because Stone was still mostly out cold.
Ivo was seething.
He confirmed the location of the ruby and then swept from his lab. The goats inside the courtyard fled to the far walls, bleating fearfully. From the tower's rookery rose an armada of golems - floating toward Ivo and falling into formation behind him.
By lightning and an ear-shattering crack Ivo put himself before the miller's hut, not slowing down his pace. Smoke billowed from the spot of scorched earth he left behind. The smell of ozone in the air. He ascended the few steps to the door in one step and used his momentum to barge through without slowing down.
The wood practically disintegrated under his palms.
Before him were twelve men - four only just shaking off their dizziness from having been knocked out. All of them gathered around the single chair in the middle of the room. Where Stone sat. Head sunken to his chest.
Ivo growled beneath his breath.
The attackers staggered backwards in shock. One almost stumbled onto Stone's lap, almost toppled over the chair with his barnacle.
Ivo saw red.
When he came back to his senses, he had no idea how much time had passed. His shoulders felt stiff. His jaw clenched so tight, he feared his teeth would splinter. He consciously shook himself and forced his muscles to relax. His hands and arms up to his elbow were dripping with blood.
His hair had come undone, falling into his face.
His lungs were burning, making his chest heave with the effort it took to draw enough breath.
He blinked, trying to focus his eyes.
It didn't come as a total surprise to find all of the attackers scattered around the room. And each not fully scattered in one place. Blood painted the floor and walls and ceiling.
Ivo swallowed thickly.
On shaky legs, he approached Stone - who was still unresponsive.
Before he touched a hand to his servant, Ivo paused and centred himself. He shook his shoulders, dispelling the last vestiges of tightly coiled magic. It was still simmering beneath his skin, ready to burst forth. Ready to kill. With how livid Ivo was, it wasn't safe to touch Stone like this.
He concentrated on drawing it back in, for several minutes.
When he finally felt in control once more, he placed a hand on Stone's shoulder.
"Stone."
At once, his servant's head tipped into the direction of his voice. "M~aster", Stone murmured, his voice so slurred he was barely understandable.
Ivo knelt before him, trying to assess his condition: "Stone."
"Master", Stone smiled sleepily.
"Do you know what they gave you?"
"Smelled like booze..."
"Do you know what they wanted?"
"'s about you", Stone tried, "Walters... your inventions..."
None of this came as a surprise. He rose to his feet and freed his henchman from the chair. When Stone threatened to topple forward and over, he caught him and simply took him into his arms. One around his back, the other under his knees, and lifted him.
Stone melted against his chest, head rolling into the crook of his neck: "M~aster..."
"I'm here." He was. For a final time he let his eyes cast over the men that had once been Stone's attackers. Agents from Walters. Trying to get at Ivo through his loyal servant. "Let's go home."
He felt a little... odd. After all the turmoil, he was calm. Almost empty? His magic once more resting like a quiet ocean. With Stone safely in his arms, he stepped back outside and into the sunlight. Return to the castle via lighting was not possible, not with his damsel snoozing against his neck.
So he began walking. Walking back home.
It seemed to take forever and Stone grew heavier and heavier but Ivo persisted.
The long walk somewhat helped calming him down more and more. Vengeance on Walters could wait a while. First, he had to make sure his sycophant hadn't been poisoned.
The long walk, unfortunately, also made said sycophant recover some of his senses - and it quickly showed that he had been given more than simple booze.
"Master", he crooned as soon as he was able to grasp at reality once more, "You came."
"Quiet, henchman. Rest. We'll be home soon."
"Did you come to save me?"
"Was in the neighbourhood", Ivo murmured evasively. With Stone's hazy mind he could have sprouted all kinds of jesting nonsense like "naturally, my love" or "as fast as lightning because I was worried" and Stone would have probably remembered nothing of it. But, better safe than sorry. Irgh.
"I'm so lucky to have you in my life", the sap sighed and wriggled closer.
"I'll say."
"I'd be lost without you."
"Yap."
This tuneless song of praise continued nearly uninterrupted until Ivo dropped this fuckin' heavy damsel onto his bed. Stone was still high as a kite and stretched languidly, burying himself comfortably in the wizard's pillows. He sighed deeply, smiling his cursed smile. Ivo rolled his eyes and began taking off the fool's boots, belts and everything that might have pinched him while sleeping. And his outer robe. And tunic. He stopped himself when he was reaching for Stone's under-shirt. There was simply no reasonable explanation to take that off... Was there?
He grunted and rose back onto his feet.
Or tried to.
Because there was suddenly a henchman-shaped octopus clinging to him: "Master~! Don't go!"
"Uff!" Ivo came close to losing his balance and crashing down onto that stupid barnacle! He caught himself on one arm. "Stone! Unhand me at once!"
"No~!"
"This is ridiculous! Let got!"
"Please stay with me!"
That rotten bastard succeeded in toppling Ivo over. He fell onto his mattress with a lot of flailing and colourful cursing, narrowly avoiding landing on the drugged out limpet. At once said limpet flung its arms around his heck and rolled bodily into him.
"You're so handsome, master. No wonder everybody wants a piece of you."
"Hhnnghfh!"
For a drugged out damsel Stone was surprising strong. THEORETICALLY Ivo had the means to simply shove him off but... well... eh... One had to be careful and clement with the sick, right? So if he let Stone cling to him and cuddle him and eh, lie on top of him that was... reasonable. Right? Basically salubrious? Yes. He was being helpful here. And very gracious.
So he surrendered and relaxed, letting his arms fall out to the side as he stared long-sufferingly at the ceiling. "The things I do for you, Stone... Really. Tell me again who is the master and who is the servant?"
He had no idea why or how but Stone had begun kissing a trail down his throat: "You are my master, master, and I am your loyal servant."
"I'm having a hard time believing that right now, you fetter."
Stone raised his head enough to smile at Ivo then - that stupid, stupid smile: "I love you, master. I'd do anything for you."
That cursed smile. Mmpf. Ivo soured at the sight and averted his gaze. "I really need to look into that curse of yours."
Stone giggled - that princess - and resumed his kissing. Instead of wandering downward, however, he was smooching a path up. And up. And up. This was becoming a little dangerous. If not stopped, Stone might end up kissing him properly. Like, on the lips. Ivo had no idea how to react to that.
Momentarily, though, those kisses were still only at his throat, beneath his chin and jaw, on his cheek.
"'m not cursed", Stone grinned drunkenly, "What makes you think that?"
What had become of his life? How had he ended up here? On his back with a drugged-out chamber-maid lying on top of him, kissing him and holding his face and smiling, smiling, smiling. Maybe it was him who was cursed? But... how? What was the goal here? How had it happened? Could it have been a side-effect of one of his experiments?
Or was this an attempt at seduction to get at his inventions?
He slid his gaze slowly toward Stone who was lounging like a purring cat on his chest.
Highly unlikely.
That doe could not lie to him if his life depended on it.
So. Curse. As witnessed by the kiss to the edge of his mouth. "You're smiling. All. The. Time. And now you're kissing me. It's why you're with me. You hope I'll be able to break that curse of yours."
Stone pulled back a fraction, frowning at him. Or trying to. He was very flushed and feverish-looking. "I'm smiling because of you. 's not a curse. 's you. Just you." And then there was that proper kiss! WHAT THE-!
What was he supposed to do now? Well, it was ultimately unclear whether it would help at all but he grabbed the tempter's waist. And squeezed. Just for good measure.
It elicited a sharp gasp from Stone who shuddered and then kissed him harder. Odd reaction. Ivo would have expected him to wriggle away.
Okay.
So.
They were kissing.
Stone was not cursed (hearsay, verification pending).
Aaaaaand he was also writhing on top of him. Ho~! Ivo lifted the harlot's hips by the strength of his hands. "What the hell, Stone! You are out of your mind!"
"Master", came the petulant whine, "Let me thank you for saving me!"
"WHAT!"
In his shock, yes, that had been it, he accidentally let go of Stone's hips. And the opportunistic fiend lost no time at all rubbing himself against the wizard. Nngh! So the faux-soldier had smuggled into his castle not for magical help or theft of his inventions, but for 'feelings'? What kind of stupid thing was that! It had to be a trap! Or, possibly a play! Was Stone trying to secure his own survival by offering himself on a silver platter?
Was he being seduced into letting the tempter live when he ultimately decided to declare war upon the world and conquer it and subjugate all mankind?
Ha!
What a fool!
He would have let him live anyway! Who else would keep making him his koff-e? Clean his house? Be his pretty henchman?
Utterly unnecessary, this... seduction.
But.
Who was he to spurn additional submission?
On the other hand, and what a drag, Stone was currently under the influence of a not yet identified drug and chances were he could theoretically be 'upset' about this turn of events once he returned to his full senses. And that could have all kinds of unpleasant consequences like, for example, pouting.
And thus, possibly, no koff-e.
Unacceptable.
"Stone", he growled.
All he received was a happy hum and more kisses to his face and neck.
"Isn't this a little unexpected? What would sober-Stone think about this?"
Drunk-Stone snorted a laugh: "'tis not unexpected, master. I've been dreaming about this forever."
WHAT? "WHAT!" The world had tilted on its axis! And reality just kept on getting weirder and weirder because Stone suddenly sat up - seating himself on Ivo's lap.
"I'm hot", he huffed and before the wizard could make a reflexive sarcastic remark, the tempter was taking off his shirt. Shirt! The shirt! The last remnant of propriety!
Eh.
The shirt went sailing to the floor and his servant resumed the kissing.
Ivo had to think for a moment.
Had this been it? Ever since their first meeting, had Stone been playing out one of the wizard's beloved drama-novels? Those very things he disdained so? Oh the irony! This begged for teasing! Much of it! So he was a fuckin' damsel waving her kerchief to attract the knight's/ incognito prince's attention!
Ivo rolled them over until his henchman (however useful) lay squished beneath him.
"Master", came the happy sigh like a canary trilling for a mate.
"Sto~ne", Ivo groused, "How long has this been going on?"
"Mmh?" There were suddenly legs wrapping around his hips. "Oh, almost since the day I met you."
"Isn't that a little pathetic?"
"I could not help myself, master. You're so brilliant. And charming. And fierce. And-"
"ENOUGH! I get it! I ensorcelled you!"
"Yeah", Stone smiled drunkenly. And then promptly flung his arms around Ivo's neck to kiss him again.
With his henchman's tongue all over his own tongue, he wondered whether that floral taste that came with it originated from whatever drug he had been given. And whether it would be potent enough to influence Ivo too. Very improbable but he did feel a little light-headed and the possibility certainly made for an exquisite excuse should Stone decide to be sulky later on. Neat-o.
Ivo grunted and pushed into their kiss - provoking a rather high-pitched squeak of delight. Really? Just how far gone was his sycophant? On the drug. Or him. Or both or whatever. He shrugged, figuratively, because he could not be bothered any longer.
If Stone threw himself at him, he would absolutely exploit this opportunity.
Come on.
Was he some stupid saint or something?
He raised his hands to hold his servant's face at which point he noticed that they were still covered in blood. Dried and disgusting but blood nevertheless. And he was smearing it on his pretty henchman. Irgh. Annoyed, he rose onto his haunches.
Stone protested at once: "Master~!"
"Don't be a baby, leech, I gotta clean my hands. And... there's blood everywhere!" There was. Not only his hands and arms but also on his shirt and face. How come he hadn't noticed that? Stupid siren from the Levant!
Unfortunately the mention of blood had Stone switching to mother-hen-mode: "Blood? Are you hurt, master? Let me see!" He sat up, keeping his legs around the wizard's hips.
"It's not my blood, calm down", Ivo attempted to assure but his hands had already been caught and were thoroughly looked over. "Let go."
"It's not your blood", Stone decided. The idiot.
"'s what I said-ummpff!" Ivo found himself tackled backwards with his arms full of kiss-y servant. "UNHAND ME, YOU DOLT!"
"No." THE AUDACITY. "I don't care about a little blood on your hands. Stay. Be with me. I'll run you a bath later."
Oh for the love of-!
FINE!
It was Stone's turn to issue a breathless umpf. Ivo had rolled them over once more and was hurriedly, exasperatedly tearing off his own shirt. It was possible that he had been mumbling less than complementary if made-up things about his henchman while doing so. His ill humour had no negative effect on said henchman though, quelle surprise, and instead only lured fond chuckling from those cheeky lips.
He switched to creative threats but that too simply provoked Stone to grin and fumble with Ivo's belts.
He flung his shirt to the side and then forcibly tugged off his servant's trousers, undergarments and all. If there had been any doubt about Stone's enjoyment of the situation, it evaporated at the sight of his arousal. Ivo heaved an internal sigh of relief.
So far, so good.
At this point, it was probably time for revenge kisses.
He leaned forward, bending over his wriggling servant, and kissed the spot where his throat met his collarbone. When he slid his lips somewhat to the right, he felt Stone's pulse beating a wild staccato. Mmh. He kissed a path downward, lazy and open-mouthed. Stone shivered beneath him, probably tickled by his moustache - possibly relishing the sensation. Good. Just to be a tease, Ivo bit into his henchman's delectable pectoral muscle. Gentle. Just enough pressure to elicit a startled gasp. And feel the man arching his back.
And then the pawn took his rook because Stone had somehow managed to weasel one hand into his trousers. A hot palm wrapped around his cock. Ivo's hips jerked reflexively, trying to get more and thankfully his dutiful assistant understood. That too-hot hand began stroking up and down, and up and down, and on every upward stroke, Stone would rub his thumb over Ivo's tip.
Okay~!
Time to get this show on the road!
Without a word, Ivo pulled back and stepped off the bed. Or, he would have liked for his stumbling flailing to have looked smooth and controlled but, well.
Stone immediately frowned and tried to grab for him: "Master! Don't-!"
"Shut up, Stone!", Ivo growled while he irritably fought to get his trousers fully off, "I'm just- fuck! Shit!" He almost lost his balance. "Gah!" FINALLY! With a triumphant sigh he stood back upright, probably dishevelled, and winked at Stone, "Be right back."
Th frown never disappeared and that stupid pout increased so Ivo threw his pants at that dreadfully seductive face: "I'm just getting the... 'massage oil'."
That seemed to assuage his barnacle because Stone flopped back onto the pillows and smiled dreamily: "Hurry back."
Irgh! Clingy!
But he did. He fetched the correct bottle from his dresser and flew back to his spot between Stone's legs. His knees had barely touched the mattress when the limpet was on him once more - arms flinging around his neck, upsetting his balance, and crashing him into another kiss. Stone's happy hum vibrated on his lips while he felt the man's legs embracing his hips.
FINE!
Maybe this level of cuddling and smooching wasn't entirely bad. Especially when naked.
To exact at least a hint of revenge, he let his full weight rest on his servant, pressing him into the mattress below. Unfortunately, Stone seemed to love it because he only moaned in response. And carded his fingers into Ivo's hair. The sensation of his henchman's blunt nails softly scratching over his scalp sent uncontrolled shivers up the wizard's spine. He might have moaned, too.
And thrust down languidly.
"Anngh~!" Stone's soft cry was beautiful. Really. So Ivo had to repeat the action. And then repeated it again, with his mouth closed over the proffered throat. "Ma~ster!"
He could get used to this. Absolutely. This was a new kind of whine. Very delicious.
He needed more.
At once.
From one moment to the next, he sat up and smacked Stone's thigh - rejoicing in the tremor and gasp: "Am I supposed to be doing all the work here, you slacker! Hurry up and prepare yourself!" He could not help his smug grin at the deep blush that conquered Stone's already flushed face.
"Yes, master!", the man rasped and clumsily reached for the bottle Ivo had dropped onto the mattress. For a moment he seemed unsure how to begin, what with the wizard not budging a centimetre, but quickly figured that he was expected to make do.
Ivo watched as Stone poured a liberal amount of oil onto his palm, warming it between his fingers. The bottle dropped away, discarded. Then there was more wriggling because it seemed that his assistant would require at least some room to manoeuvre. Ivo helped as little as possible.
It was a lot more fun to tease his henchman.
And from the looks of it, Stone very possibly got a kick out of it too. Judging by his unabated arousal and his budding smile - no matter how he tried to bite it down. Ivo grinned.
Stone whined a little at that and shivered but obediently kept going, one hand reaching between his legs. His back arched prettily, eyes falling shut. Sweet, sweet gasps kept filling the space between them. Gasps and pleas for his master. Which, naturally, delighted Ivo greatly.
Impatient but also intrigued he watched how Stone's arm stretched until his fingers brushed past his balls and over his hole. The angle did not allow for optimal viewing but it sufficed to stoke further heat in Ivo's body.
His impatience won out in the end. And the deep-seated need to further fluster his henchman.
Stone had barely two fingers inside of him, when Ivo bent forward and sucked the tip of his cock between his lips.
"Angh~!"
The cry and full-body tremble was music from celestial spheres. Naturally, he had to push farther and sank his head down and hummed.
"Aah~!"
Stone's back arched off the mattress. His thighs twitched around the wizard's hips, trying to both thrust his own hips up and desperately keep them still.
"Master-!"
Mmh~, this particular tone of begging was quickly becoming his new favourite sound in the world. Stone was barely coherent, flushed scarlet and breathless and feverish. Ultimately, it was unclear how much of this came from the drug but Ivo strongly suspected that it only lessened Stone's inhibitions and heightened his sensitivity.
And sensitive he was. Ivo rubbing his tongue up and down the spot beneath the tip of his cock had him writhing and gasping and moaning and yes, begging. Perfect. His servant's body shuddered delectably every now and then.
SIGH.
Okay. He couldn't take this any longer.
"Hands off, henchman. I'm taking over."
The resulting moan was positively explosive and Stone let his head fall back, exhausted and panting: "Please, master... please..."
Ivo slapped his hands away and shuffled closer into the v of the other's legs. Closer and closer until he had his assistant's perfect butt nearly on his lap, making his cock rejoice. Ah~, yes. Fuck! He would definitely add this to Stone's new chores. Daily chores if he were a younger man but, well. Never mind.
It took him only a moment of manhandling to get the correct angle and slide into Stone. Fuck! There was musical begging in his ear, gasping and moaning, and he felt hands grappling his shoulders, fingers digging into his muscles. All signs showing that his dear barnacle was... enjoying this.
"Ma~ster!"
Ivo groaned. FUCK! He needed to move. Now.
Buried deep inside, he let his forehead drop to Stone's beckoning chest. He inhaled, feeling his own muscles shake and vibrate from the strain of keeping still, and then thrust. Once. Possibly a bit too hard. His freaky henchman moaned loudly and only clung more desperately to him. So, he was probably fine.
Ivo thrust again, nearly shoving Stone a full three centimetres closer to the bed's end. His head was almost hanging over the edge, baring his neck enticingly.
He felt Stone's moan as a deep bass beneath his forehead.
He also felt his body clench around him, squeezing him so... perfectly. Nngh.
Ivo put more of his weight onto his assistant and grabbed the squish-able flesh of his buttocks. This also offered him more leverage as he thrust - keeping Stone from falling off the bed.
"Ah~ master~...!"
Fuck!
This wouldn't take long at all, no matter how much he wanted it to last. Stone's body felt hot and slick and simply heavenly around him. And the never-ending stream of pleas and praises and pure, incoherent noises of pleasure. And those strong hands seeking hold against his shoulders, neck and back, pressing bruises into his flesh. All of it...
Ivo moaned.
His hips slotted into his henchman's spread thighs as if they had both been crafted from two halves of the same cast.
The sound of their flesh meeting was lewd and loud, only drowned out by their heavy breathing and Stone's cries and the blood rushing in Ivo's ears.
FUCK!
He lifted his head a little and looked at his henchman.
Stone's head was thrown back, his eyes still closed, his mouth open. Sweat was pooling on his skin, his flushed skin. He was tense, in a way. But also so loose and pliant and accepting. He looked utterly, devastatingly... sexy. Beautiful. Irgh.
Ivo changed his angle - aiming for obliteration.
"AH~!"
There. He still got it.
"Master~!", Stone was practically wailing now, "Please- I-!"
Yeah, yeah. Of course.
Ivo grunted and doubled his efforts. He would make his servant come before he did, definitely. He needed to see, to feel. To win. And Stone was making it easy for him. Always.
His perfect, little sycophant.
"Ma~ster!"
Stone tensed beneath him - bowing his back, shuddering. Crying out. His nails raked lines over Ivo's abused skin. He gasped, moaning brokenly. His body clenched. Oh fucking hells! Fuckin' divine hells! Irgh!
Ivo felt warm wetness coating his belly and distantly noted that his freaky, little maiden had come untouched.
Hehe.
Then, finally, Stone relaxed once more. He flopped back down, loose and without a bone in his body. Ivo exhaled shakily.
"Master..."
The wizard could tell that he wasn't quite coherent yet and carefully adjusted his stance - his own cock still hard and demanding cooperation. Feeling generous and benevolent, he decided that he would allow Stone a few moments to collect himself. Thus, he could also study the man's blissed out face and his soft, soft, beautiful smile.
At one point, he noticed that his hips had begun to circle softly.
Well.
He was still hard.
And his generosity only went so far...
Thankfully the sensation seemed to pull Stone back into his head. He writhed and looked up: "Master." Really. His brain-dead damsel had forgotten how to say anything else. "Let me suck you off."
Eh.
He hadn't expected that.
But.
"YES."
Stone scrambled to slip out from beneath him, making Ivo shudder when his sensitive cock slid from its new-found home. He sank onto his knees before the bed and Ivo hurried to seat himself on the edge, encasing Stone with his legs. His dutiful henchman shuffled closer, wiped excess oil from the wizard's cock with a miraculously found shirt and then immediately, simply swallowed him down.
Like.
To the root.
Ivo bent over him, cursing under his breath, hips jerking: "F~uck!"
No gag-reflex!
Wait.
'Gag-reflex'.
Where-?
*
Robotnik tore from his sleep with flailing limps and a horrendously pounding pulse. And other. He was sweaty. Breathless. Where was he? Ah. His apartment. His bed.
WHAT THE HELL!
HAD HE JUST HAD A WET DREAM ABOUT HIS AGENT?
Mortified or scandalised or something, he flopped back onto his pillow and huffed a gigantic breath of frustration. How humiliating. Really. He hadn't been a teenager in a pretty long time. What the hell had this been?
Na. He knew what the hell this had been: STONE'S FAULT.
ALL OF THIS!
STONE'S FAULT!
Stone and his stupid, happy remark about his gag-reflex.
Fuck.
A veritable mind-fuck.
IRGH!
And here he was now: five doctorates, smartest man on the planet, feared and revered, and that infuriatingly pret- GAH! INFURIATING HENCHMAN! Had him dreaming lewd things about him.
...
...
Would Stone be amenable to calling him master? Just between the two of them? Probably. That doormat...
WHAT THE HELL WAS HE THINKING!
IRGH!
...
...
His stupid erection wasn't going down! COME ON!
END