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Agent Stone walked into his office, rubbing his eyes with one hand, holding his briefcase in the other. How lucky that the first day of pride had been a work day. Woohoo. It wasn't like he had any official plans, but it would've been nice to go out and meet a man. In the past, all Stone's options had been either couples looking for a third, which had never been quite his tempo, or men who rivaled war criminals. For now, there was only one war criminal he had on his mind. Not like he had a chance, the doctor didn't seem the type, and even then, the man hated everyone and everything. Except lattes. He actually quite liked lattes. He turned the key and heard the familiar "clrk" as it unlocked, the "clrk" that meant 10 or so hours of mind numbing boredom and hopefully getting called in to help his boss.
As he approached his desk, he spotted something he swore wasn't there before. A small basket with a green ribbon, with a card that read, "Happy pride, agent. You're.. you. P.S, don't start thinking I'm in love with you or anything, creep. Hateful as usual, Dr. Robotnik."
Stone raised a brow. He- The doctor *knew?* I mean, he wasn't exactly trying to *hide* his sexuality, but he had never come out to anyone except a couple close friends who didn't even live near Green Hills anymore! Oh, and the fact he'd been on this gay dating app for a couple months. Strange. He opened the basket, and found a sampler of colognes, an eyeshadow palette, some fancy chocolates, and- a coffee mug. Not any coffee mug, but a unique one, the kind you paid hundreds for because only like 3 were ever made. Holy shit. Not only did the doctor know he was gay, he also knew he collected coffee mugs. Where could he have possibly got this information from..? Almost on queue, his phone buzzed with a Grindr notification. He checked it, and sighed. "You have one new match!" Great. The same guy who had matched with him 28 other times. How long was it gonna be until he quit. Almost subconsciously, he opened the app and scrolled through his own profile. Perhaps he should change his bio. He- wait. He skimmed through it once again, and- holy shit. He had forgotten that last line was even there. "Fun fact, I collect coffee mugs! Especially the fun ones! :)" Oh Lord. If Ivo had stumbled upon this, he would've know Stone was #1, gay, and #2, a collector. There couldn't- Ivo couldn't have *possibly* found him on Grindr though. He- the man- there was no WAY he was on Grindr. Except there was way. The way was right in front of him.
Ivo sketched out a rough draft for his new badnik design. He was thinking of adding a self destruct button, incase one if his machines was found by an enemy. Or was that a bit useless? His machines responded to his specialized signal anyway. They had to use his gloves, and they had to be worn by *his* hands. Plus, they had to be attached to his body, so it wasn't like they could be chopped off if he was held captive. As he was just about to begin chewing on the end of his pen, his agent knocked at the door. He knew it was his agent, for he knocked once, then twice, then three quick knocks.
"Come in, Stone."
"Ahem. Good morning, sir! I.. saw your gift."
"Mm. Did you like it?"
"Y- yes, sir, thank you. If you don't mind me asking.. how did you know?"
Ivo stiffened up. Stone heard the pen drop, and the lab fell silent.
"You just.. seemed queer. No offence, just.. it's kind of obvious once someone spends enough time around you."
"I- I see. Though. I do have to ask.. how did you know I collected coffee mugs? I- I don't want to assume things, but the only place I've ever told anyone that was.. a gay dating app. Not that I'm implying-!"
Ivo raised a hand quietly. "I- I'm not gay, agent-! I- I think. I don't know. I'm.. testing things out. None of your business."
"..It could be."
"Wh-what? Stone, this is wildly inappropriate-"
"I could help you. You know, figure out what you're into. *Who* you're into."
"You.. seem pretty passionate about this."
"I'm not gonna lie to you, you're a very attractive man, sir. I'd be an idiot not to jump at the opportunity to help the most handsome man I've ever met... *find himself.*
" Pfft, I'm- I'm sure you've met more attractive men-"
"You're avoiding the question, sir. Do you want this? I do. If you really wanna know if you're queer, an actual queer experience could help."
"I- you-.. fine. Meet me in the G.U.N. quarters. C-code is 20585."
in said quarters lalalala
Stone traced his finger along the red satin sheets. How much longer could this man *possibly spend in his lab?
"God, it's like he died or somethin-"
The door swung open. Speak of the devil.
"Alright, alright, I'm here. Queerify me." *jazz hands ensue*
"...what?"
"I.. Sorry. I.. don't exactly know what we're doing here..?"
"Well, I assumed we were hooking up, sir."
"Ho- hooking- OH-! I- You mean-!"
"I was under the impression we were having sex. Is that.. not what you had planned tonight?"
"I- I didn't *have* anything planned tonight, I.. kinda figured you'd guide this."
"Mm. Well, how about you lay down, and we get started?"
"I- yeah. Yeah, alright."
Stone mounted himself over Robotnik, his fingers tracing a slow line up his torso. Before he started unbuttoning Ivo's shirt, he shot up from the mattress.
"W- Wait-!..? I-- what do I.. do?"
Stone raised an eyebrow. "Well, you've had sex before, no?.. You- you're not a virgin, are you?"
"No! I- I am NOT a virgin. ..I've sexed before."
"Mhm. Well, if you're not on board with.. *this* tonight, we can always.."
Stone grabbed Ivo by the collar, their lips meeting quickly, with an amount of force so severe Ivo wondered if this was all an assassination attempt. Of course, Stone didn't *mean* to hurt Ivo, but after 7 years of pining for your incredibly sexy and now possibly gay for you boss, you tend to get impatient. His hands dipped under Ivo's shirt and his fingers flicked about Ivo's chest. He grinned against Ivo's lips as Ivo did the same. After a minute or two, he eventually slowed and pulled away after a minute, giving Ivo room to breathe.
"I- uh-" Ivo couldn't say much between his pants and confused stutters, so Stone placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed lightly.
"Relax, doctor. How was that? Any queer thoughts in that brain of yours yet?"
"I- it wasn't.. terrible."
"Would you do it again?"
"I'd.. definitely consider it. I'm not.. *against* kissing a man. Or anyone."
"Oh?"
"I- I dunno."
Ivo sat on the bed, fidgeting with the hem on his sleeve, looking almost wistful.
"I guess I wouldn't really care what my partner identifies as, as- as long as they could love me."
"Hm. So.. would you say you feel attraction to all genders?"
"I- yeah. I guess now that you mention it I have a preference for men though. I mean it's not like I don't like women, they're nice, but- you get it."
"Mhm. I'm pretty sure that's pan, doctor."
"..pan.."
"Sexual. Pansexual."
"Ah. Right. So.. what do we do now..?"
"We get those clothes off, and we cuddle. Hopefully. If, if you're alright with that, sir."
"Pfft. Quit the formality, Agent, you just made out with me. You know my name, I don't mind if you use it."
"Hm. Well, Ivo, lay down. You could use rest."
"Hmm, but what if someone walks in-"
"The door's locked."
"Okay, but what if-"
"Ivo, dear. If you settle down right now, I'll scratch your back until you fall asleep, deal?~"
"You.. I can't deny that, go on."
Ivo laid down flat, allowing Stone to remove his vest and shirt, before tugging off his pants on his own.
"Goodnight, Ivo.
"Mhm. Night, agent."