The Man Who Stole A Leopard (Stobotnik)

Longing For The Dark

Stone wakes up with a pain in his back. He's exhausted, shifting slightly to get more comfortable and hopefully go back to sleep. He breathes in the smell of the metallic tang he used to taste on his house key as a kid. Stone finds it weird but doesn't question it. He's too tired to think anything of it.

It's not until Robotnik shifts underneath him that he realizes that he has the mans cock up his ass. The slightest movement from his boss make his loins throb. He doesn't have time to process everything before Ivo notices he's awake.

The first twitch Ivo did involuntarily. It was the body's natural reaction to Stones contracting muscles. He tried to hold it back, not wanting to be the Alpha who fucks a mate in their sleep. Even in rut the man at least makes an attempt at upholding his standards.

Now that he knows Stone is awake he can't seem to talk himself out of fucking him. The soap had worn off so surely Stone can smell his need by now. He gently rolls his hips into the Beta. Deep and slow thrusts help to take the edge off. He hums softly "Good morning, dear."

Stone stiffens and gently attempts to push the other away. "Don't call me that- what the fuck?"

Something in Ivos gut twists and burns. Like that time he boldly asked the cook at an Indian restaurant to spice it like he would for himself. It's guilt. "I'm in rut... you agreed to help me and fell asleep before I was able to pull out." He flushes.

"I didn't agree to anything." Stone squirms in something akin to a panic. He's scared, and too tired to think through his reactions. He moves to flee but as soon as he tugs himself off of the alphas cock he's overwhelmed with pain. His ass is sore like a Charlie horse. He falls forward onto the desk wincing. "Ow!"

Ivo rushes to his feet to catch the Beta. Stones cry of pain strikes Ivo as a call for help. The urge to protect, and care for his co-worker takes over. The rational assumption that Stone doesn't trust Ivo right now simply never occurs to him.

Wrapping his arms around Stones torso he encompasses the man with his scent. This has no effect on Stone.

It takes about every ounce of self control Stone has just to keep from kicking the Alpha and loosing his job. "What are you doing?" He pants.

"Comforting you?" The scientist loosens his grip pulling back with furrowed eyebrows.

Stone takes an inch and uses it to go a mile. Slipping out of his grasp and limping around for his pants. He looks back at Ivo glaring daggers as he shoves one leg through his boxers "Why?"

"I- I'm in rut, it's biology. I can't help but take care of you."

"You're the one who hurt me in the first place you-" he cuts himself off before calling his boss an idiot. He continues to slowly put his clothes back on trying to find some magical position that makes his ass less sore. The longer he thinks about the doctors excuse the less it makes sense. Alphas aren't supposed to get protective of Betas. "You do realize I'm not an Omega right...?"

Ivo pulls his own pants back up. Not bothering to redo the zipper while still in rut. At the hint of anger from his assistant he feels the urge to reassert his dominance. He feels as though he's been challenged. He growls "I'm aware."

"Does my role to here as a borderline secretary really threaten your fragile hot shot Ego? Or are you really so fucking pathetic with Omegas that you had to take it out on me?" Unlike an Omega Stone works for the man. He can't afford to say no or fight back. This is why Omegas aren't allowed to work in the same departments as Alphas. Stone finishes buckling his belt and works on hastily slipping his shoes on.

That really hurt to hear. Rather than answer Stones question, Ivo simply sits back in his strange egg shaped chair and turns away from Stone. "That's no way to speak to your boss, agent."

"I-" Stones tone shifts from anger to one of fear. Despite everything he still has to conduct conversation as an underling. Sex didn't change his position or leverage in his relationship with his boss. "I'm sorry...?"

"You're dismissed for the rest of the day. Take an ibuprofen, eat something. Text me after standard hours." Ivo pants almost inaudibly. Despite his reluctance to communicate he knows he needs to talk about this before it's too late. "I don't trust myself."

Stone leaves, the weird retractable scifi staircase door closing up behind him as he faces the open desert. Him an Ivo are stationed in a remote location slap dab in the middle of death valley. A two hour drive from civilization in all directions.

He walks a few meters in the scorching heat to his temporary living quarters. Both him and Ivo were given their own trailers due to the extended nature of their experiments here. Stones schedule ensures he's only walking outside while the sun is down. Being dismissed early robs him of that luxury.

Stone collapses onto the bed as soon as he steps inside. The dry wind slams the door behind him. The cold air conditioning makes him feel feverish by comparison. The sudden shift leaving him sick to his stomach. He's exhausted.

His cock however springs to life, the temperature giving him an unexpected hard on. Stones face flushes as he takes off his work clothes, tossing them to the side, laying under the covers in nothing but his boxers. He doesn't want to touch himself after today.

He thinks back on it, wallowing in the sense of confusion. He feels used. He wraps one hand tightly around his cock. He can't deny it felt good at some point. The memory of him begging for more was not dishonest. He strokes himself to that memory climaxing weakly into a tissue.

He wouldn't mind doing it again. A part of him actually wants to. Something about the way Ivo leveraged his position over him to get what he wanted rubbed him the wrong way. If Ivo had asked him after hours or taken him on a date... he wouldn't have made the fuss.

It's been lonely since they've been stationed here. Stone found himself really warming up to Robotnik. But the doctor is notoriously asocial, never one for small talk or meeting after hours.

As he finishes eating Stones phone buzzes accompanied by the notification sound he has set for Ivo's texts. It's the catch sound from pokemon. Not the song accompanying it. Just the sfx. The song is the mans ring tone.

"Are you feeling better?"

Stone retype his response a few times. "Better than what?"

"Are you still in pain? Do you need anything?" Ivos green text bubble doesn't hesitate. The doctor seems to avoid apple products in general. It's never a surprise that his text bubbles are green but it's an interesting visual reminder, the once in a blue moon he gets a text from the man.

"I'm fine."

Three dots indicate that his boss is typing.

"It was never my intention to hurt you. I should have taken sick leave." Ivo starts typing again "I would if it weren't for the deadline."

"Sir, if you didn't want to hurt me why did you dismiss my protests and threaten my livelihood?"

Ivo types for five minutes "I don't have an excuse. You were right about one thing. I'm rather pathetic as an Alpha. I'm not strong or brutish. I feared you'd leave me."

"How charming. I'm your last resort."

"You're everything I could ever want in an Omega."

"I'm a Beta." Stone reminds yet again. Not sure whether to be insulted or flattered. On one hand Ivo is a very picky man with neigh unattainable standards. On the other hand Omegas are treated very poorly and the virtues of a good Omega usually boil down to obedience and submission so it's a less than flattering implication.

"I still want to claim you as I would an Omega." This response sort of makes something click for Stone. He doesn't sound like he's intending to punish Stone.

"And if I say no?"

"I will be very sad."

"Noted." Stone replies.

"Will you let me mate you? May I enter your nest?"

Stones heart beats in his ears. His palms sweat . "Be gentle with me."