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The music from club Rendezvous’ speakers seep into the floors and vibrates through the corridors, felt through every hard surface touched including the polished bar top Sonic was leaning his elbows on. To be honest, he can’t really hear much above the belting lyrics of some unknown song, though the hedgehog can’t bring himself to care.
He doesn’t tell Knuckles this, who is waving his hands around and laughing, muzzle flushed dark from intoxication and stark against his natural red fur. Sonic nods along regardless, laughing because it really is funny that he can’t really hear his friend, but if the Echidna takes that as a sign that whatever the story he’s telling is that funny, well, Sonic isn’t gonna correct him. Let the man have his ego.
Rouge meets his gaze from behind the counter, eyes half-lidded and shakes her head, amusement palpable as she slides the duo another drink. He doesn’t ask what they are, something carbonated and blue that matches his fur with some unknown dark liqueur coating the bottom of the glass. He just grins in thanks, and the two take their drinks, clink the rims in camaraderie, then down them in one go.
They slam their empty glasses on the counter and simultaneously belch. Loud enough to be heard over whatever bass from the song playing if the grimace Rouge makes is any indication.
Sonic winks at her, and she rolls her eyes, “Boys. Disgusting.” She says, as if she’s not dating the red mobian next to him. But the hedgehog is also a boy, gets told off enough by Ames and Tails for his cleaning habits, or lack there of, so really, it’s not like he can defend himself. Much less the entire boy species.
“What can I say? Run fast, drink fast, smoke grass, eat ass, be crass, somethin’ somethin’ insert another phrase that ends in ‘-ss’ here.” He laughs, even as Rouge shakes her head and turns away. But he sees the grin she’s hiding, and calls it a win.
He looks away from her and sees Knuckles say something, tilting his head in question but the club is dark and strobe lights are flashing, making it difficult to read lips, so Sonic has absolutely no idea what his friend asks. They’re only like, three feet apart at best, but his excellent hearing is out of commission sitting so close to the speakers on the wall. “Sorry Knux, what was that?”
The Echidna frowns, opens his mouth to repeat himself, but Rouge interjects in with a sweet smile that was all mischief and promised no actual help. “Oh, he said–”
Then she says nothing, and makes a crude gesture, her hand jerking while she puffs out one cheek then deflates it in a quick session, and Knuckles splutters. Embarrassed and caught off guard, “I did not say that!
Sonic laughs and fist-bumps the bat, then smirks at his friend, “I’d say I’m flattered, but then I wouldn’t be an honest hedgehog anymore.”
The warrior snorts, “You’re never honest and you’re a possum at best.”
“I’ma what now?” He gasps in mock offense, hand clutching at his pearls and reeling back in shock.
But Rouge is openly laughing now, so his dramatics are completely under-appreciated and Knuckles puffs out his chest with a grin, rolling with the momentum. “You’re Sonic the Possum now!”
He waggles his finger at the two of them and tuts, turning his nose up at them. “That’s Sonic the Possum Prower the Hedgehog to you!”
They all laugh, Knuckles reaches over to punch his shoulder lightly. Well, light enough that Sonic doesn’t go sprawling all over the floor and only wobbles in his stool slightly, so it’s a win. All in all, it’s fun time.
The music changes into something lower, less intense that Sonic can actually pick up strays of conversation instead of the cacophony of voices overlapping each other.
When his stool settles and he’s not face planted, Rouge hands him a drink that’s dark red like the lipstick she’s wearing. He doesn’t bat an eye before downing the unknown concoction with a satisfied ahhh. There’s really no point in sipping or savoring any alcohol.
The taste is nice, if only briefly, and he likes fruity flavors. But it all goes down the same way and his chaos energy burns it off before it’s had a chance to settle, much like the seven drinks before.
The fastest thing alive and can’t even be drunk fast. Which, boooooo. It sucks.
But it was still fun to keep his friends company while they got absolutely smashed. So it wasn’t all sucky.
Rouge whistles and leans in close, bosom settling in full view on the counter that has Knuckles shamelessly oogling and Sonic grinning at, “Damn handsome, keep this up and I’ll run out of liquor.”
He shrugs, nonplussed. The inability to get drunk has long since lost its novelty. “I’m just here to keep ol’ Knuxs here company.”
“How kind of you.”
“I know I know, I’m the epitome of selfishlessness,” Sonic drawls, then leans in closer to their hostess to be heard, grin wide and mischievous, “Speaking of selfishlessness…does my favorite bat have something to tell me?”
Rouge laughs, eyes glinting like the shiny jewels in her collection, “Oh? My intel comes with a price, hedgehog.”
Fair enough, the law of equivalent exchange. If he wanted to obtain a particular something, something else of equivalent value must be given in exchange.
Good thing that’s already been done.
Sonic gestures to the Echidna watching their exchange with glassy eyes, “I brought you your aloof boyfriend, didn’t I?”
“He would’ve come to me eventually.”
She’s their attendee of the night in the small corner of the bar they’ve stolen for themselves. As the owner, she can do what she wants, but as a business woman she made sure there’s two other bartenders for the night taking care of actual paying customers. So none pay any mind to them.
Rouge requested the Echidna's company tonight, but bars and clubs and any nefarious like settings are not his scene. So she asked Sonic with a sweet offer of endless drinks and appetizers to ‘be a sweet dear, Blue, and bring my man to me, won’t you?’.
And he had nothing going on tonight, phone dry, little brother away on a conference, and Egghead licking his wounds from their latest battles. So he agreed.
“Eventually” He teases, tracing a finger around the rim of his cocktail glass, the motion monitored by his server, “But I brought him nonetheless. Fairs fair, yeah? I give you what’s yours, and you give me what’s mine.”
He says it like a fact, offhandedly, but Rouge latches onto the statement immediately. A shark smelling blood and interested in the source. “Oh? Yours? Last time I checked, nothing was official hun.”
The blue hero snorts at blatant curiosity in her tone, but waves it off with a flick of his hand, “And there’s nothing to be made official, babe. We mess ‘round is all. You know I ain’t the ‘settling down with two chao and white picket fence’ kinda guy.”
And it’s exactly like, nothing more and nothing less. No matter what anyone tries to butt in and say.
The closest time he’s even come to technically settling down in the house he purchased all those years ago for Tails. The kid needed more stability than foraging and sleeping in borrows when the weather suited them. After one too many piko-piko hammers to the head to make him see reason, Sonic begrudgingly accepted the deed to a home from a village he saved instead of passing it off.
But it was more Tails’ home than his. He loved the keed, every chaos spark and atom in agreement of his being agreeing, but the very core and foundation of his being needed freedom, so he was out and about more often than not.
You cannot contain the wind, so you cannot contain him.
Putting a label to what he and his rival did wasn’t necessary, and neither hedgehog were the type to mince words and tip-toe around the other.
Things are easy between them, as easy as things can be with the two involved. They fight, they fuck, then sometimes limp together to the nearest greasy food establishment. They don’t have to hold back against each other; an unstoppable force repeatedly slamming against an unmovable object. The excitement and adrenaline like livewire in his veins when his rival lands a blow that leaves his jaw rattling and blood spluttering.
The vicious satisfaction and vindication that is more addictive than any chaos energy when he sees the bruises beneath black fur and tears prickling the corners of ruby eyes.
The very idea of his sorta-friend-ex-enemy-fuck-buddy-defintely-not-crush asking more for him makes a strange twist in his stomach and an overhanging feeling of dread clutch his spine.
Perhaps dread was too strong of a word, and if he really thought about these strange mixes of feelings, he could probably understand them better.
But Sonic the Hedgehog didn’t do feeling-deep dives, that was Ames’ schtick, not his. He was all action and adventure. Kicking ass, taking names, running faster than the speed of light and ruining bad guys’ stupid plans. He liked a good chili dog and hanging out with his best buddy-brother. What’cha see is what’cha get.
Sonic always knew what he wanted. And what he wanted was–
“Well hello there, Raven dear, how’s the mission?”
“Fine. I need two French 75s.”
He startles, ears perking up at the new voice and turns to look at the new addition to the bar. He knows that voice, and this is the bat’s establishment after all, it’s not a surprise that the black hedgehog would be hanging around.
But when he spots his rival, his jaw practically hits the bar counter. “What?”
Shadow ignores him completely and takes the drinks Rouge hands him on the silver tray he’s holding. Sonic’s only able to get a glimpse of a cottontail accessory tied delicately to his tail before his rival walks away and disappears amongst the bodies on the dance floor.
Which, hello? Rude!
“No drooling on my counter, I’ll charge you.” Rouge tuts. She reaches over to the hedgehog and cups his chin, then pushes it up to close the other’s mouth.
Sonic splutters, then shoots her a glare and immediately turns his attention back to the dance floor to see if he can catch sight of his rival again. “Why is he dressed like that?”
Rouge ignores his question – Which, again! Why does he keep being ignored? – and leans down behind the counter, grabbing something then stands up to reveal a covered plate. “Knuxie Wuxie! I have something for you!”
The nickname immediately makes the warrior scowl, and he crosses his arms, “Woman, for the last goddamn time. I am Knuckles the Echidna. The Strongest Thing Alive and Guardian of the Master Emerald. I am–”
“–the greatest Knucklehead,” Sonic grumbles under his breath, not quiet enough because a fist hits his shoulder much harder this time, and he yelps. “Ow!”
The Echidna ignores him, though he does send him a glare that the hedgehog meets by sticking out his tongue and dragging his eyelid down.
His friend scowls and raises his fist and Sonic quickly back pedals, waving his head hands around frantically. “Okokok! My bad! You win!”
Knuckles nods, satisfied, and lowers his arm and Sonic lets out a sigh of relief.
He did not want to know how much this countertop would cost him if the warrior breaks it trying to hit him.
Never was he broke, but he would rather not explain to his finance guy (i.e., his little brother) why Rouge was looking to bleed him dry.
“As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted.” And Knuckles glares at the hedgehog here, but Sonic mimes zipping his mouth shut and tossing away the keep, and the warrior huffs before looking back at the giggling back. “Do not call me that, woman. I have been gifted titles and a good name, you can use any of those.”
Rouge removes the cover to reveal the mound of shiny green grapes underneath. Plump and round, clearly ripe and ready to burst. “You were saying?”
He blinks, eyes the treasure before his very eyes, and swallows back the saliva suddenly flooding his mouth. “Forgive me. I was unfamiliar with your game. I am Knuxie Wuxie.”
The best way to a man’s heart was through his stomach, as the saying goes.
“Good boy.” She praises, and Sonic makes a gagging noise at the flushed look that crosses his friend’s face. She rolls her eyes and slides to the plate to the warrior before looking back at the hedgehog, cocking her hip to the side and placing her hand on top of it. “Don’t be jealous Blue, it’s unbecoming. Any more envy and you’ll be a green hedgehog.”
He blows a raspberry at her, “I’m not jealous. I just wanna know why Shadow looks like that!”
She hums, tilting her head and taps a finger against her stained lips, “Like what?”
“Wha–!? Like that! You saw him!”
“I’m afraid I didn’t. I’m a bat you see, I have poor vision.” She sighs, mournful and wings drooping sadly. A pitiful picture painted, but Sonic would believe Egghead wanted a truce before falling for one of her schemes.
“Oh! I know!” Then she perks up and raises her hand above her eyes to squint at the crowd, innocently peering around. “Why don’t you describe to me what you saw?”
Knuckles, mouth full and snacking on the plate of grapes given to him, looks at the bat then glances over his shoulder to also peer into the crowd, searching and chewing, “Fwt are ‘e ookin’ or?”
Rouge sighs, entertains the idea of scolding the other for talking with his mouth full, then decides it wasn’t worth it. “Nothing dear, eat your grapes.”
“Bw’ut I am enitin’ the gwa–”
“Why,” Sonic hisses, loud enough to interrupt the two before they spiral away from the vital topic at hand, “–is Shadow dressed as a rabbit?”
The red mobian nods his head sagely, completely in understanding and Sonic feels, for a brief moment, a sense of validation. Then his friend swallows what’s in his mouth, says, “Shadow the Rabbit,” and promptly passes out at the counter. Head thunking loudly on the polished dark wood.
Rouge looks terribly delighted, and Sonic takes a moment to consider if he should try being closer friends with Silver just to avoid shit like this.
The thought is brief, but then he shrugs it away and grabs the plate of grapes to munch on them himself. Eh, whatever.
He tosses a grape up high and leans his head back and opens his mouth to catch it flawlessly. He munches, and makes eye contact with his friend. “Spill. Or I’ma tell Knuckles you’re taking photos of him sleeping.”
“Poo, you’re no fun.” She sniffs, pocketing her phone in her bosom and leans against the bartop once more. One hand reaching out and settling against her lover’s head, smile softening when the warrior grumbled something inaudible and pushed his head up to nuzzle it against her palm. She coos, charmed, “Isn’t he precious? I wouldn’t sell him for any diamond in the world.”
Sonic rolls his eyes, and pops another grape into his mouth, raising a brow, “What about for a blue diamond?”
She doesn’t bat an eye, “He’s worth at least five.”
He snorts, shaking his head, “What happened to not selling him?”
“Oh Blue,” She pats her man’s cheek lovingly then straightens up, “A wise woman once said, ‘Diamonds are a girl's best friend’ and well, I don’t betray girl code.”
“Speaking of a girl’s best friend…” He trails off, looking at her expectantly. And she waves him off with a smirk. “Spill.”
She steals a grape from the pile and Sonic allows it, and she pops the sweet fruit into her mouth with a hum, “Shadow is gaining entail tonight.”
He grumbles, grabbing another grape, “Is that why you wanted us here?”
She makes a see-saw motion with her hand, “Not really. It’s low stakes, G.U.N’s been trailing this guy for a few months, he’s a middle guy for some arms dealer that’s gotten a bit too bold. But I’m instructed not to go near the client and a beautiful lady shouldn’t be left all alone, you know?”
He chews, thoughtful, and hands her another grape when she opens her hand for one. “Okay…but why is he a rabbit? And apparently got a name change?”
She grins, wide enough to flash her fangs at him and he sneers in return, lips pulling back enough past pearly whites to show off his own sharp canines in return. Fangs are unbecoming of a hero, so they stay hidden. But he doesn’t have to be a hero here, he’s just Sonic.
The standstill lasts a beat, two, then Rouge pops the grape into her mouth with a grin. “The client likes rabbits, what can I say? He also doesn’t care for womanly charms. The name is just to be funny; Raven the Rabbit.”
She sighs, as if she’s the one being inconvenienced. But he ignores her and looks to the shifting crowd on the dance floor again, eyes narrowing, “What does getting intel entail?”
“Love the play on words, Blue.”
A growl. “Rouge.”
She rolls her eyes and waves off the sound, “Don’t get huffy at me. We would’ve had agent Judo on the case, but he’s an ocean away on another mission, and it took months to get the guy in position, and we can’t wait any longer to extract. So Shadow’s our next best guy.”
“He’s not even a rabbit!” Seriously, was a rabbit outfit all it took to get that guy’s attention? Sonic hisses, working his jaw to ease the ache of his fangs at the thought of his rival subjecting himself to free-form perusal from some stupid guy just to get information.
“What can I say? The guy likes his pieces of ass tall, dark, and handsome.” Rouge seems unbothered, says it casually and without a blink as she snags a couple more grapes from the diminishing pile. She doesn’t immediately eat them, just rolls them around in her hand like their small gems she’s collected. “Ask me what kind of mobian the guy is.”
He looks away from the crowd and looks to her, frowning and apprehensive, “What kind of mobian is he?”
Her smile, a cat pleased with the canary in her paws, she coos, “A hedgehog.”
Sonic abruptly stands up and stalks into the crowd, Rouge’s cackling laughter following as she calls out, “Get your boy, Blue! And don’t set us back!”
The hedgehog doesn’t look back, but he dutifully flips her off and continues onward with her words vaguely in mind.
It doesn’t take long to find what he’s looking for. The VIP section is the obvious first choice and there he finds his target, his rival pouring some blue hedgehog a drink.
Now closer to the other, he can take in the full view of the outfit that he wasn’t able to drink in earlier. From the top of his head where a pair of bunny ears sat with both tips flopped forward, to the ebony hedgehog’s kitten heel cladded feet, the entire ensemble was alluring.
Black fur brushed to peak fluff, gold bangles decorating his wrists to hide his real ones, and his white chest fluff pushed up and accented by the deep V-cut of the ruby red corset over the dark opaque gray of the bodysuit he wore. The corset matches his eyes, and artfully hugs his waist snugly, purposely showing his tapered waist off. Shadow’s midnight black and lush red quills were styled upturned in a striking array, though a few strands were allowed to escape to appear purposely messy.
His toned legs were cladded in fishnets that had scattered jewels embedded on them, and his corset was strapless, allowing his equally toned arms freedom of movement. Those arms have held up buildings, bridges, dreams, and Sonic is intimately familiar with the firm muscles underneath the fur. Now they’re holding a bottle and dutifully pouring some dude a drink, and he doesn’t know if he wants to punch the guy or be the guy.
Sonic licked his lips, mouth dry and thirst raging as his eyes took in the entire sight. Gaia, did Shadow’s chest have to be on display like that? If the guy actually had breasts then there was no doubt they would be spilling out from the strapless top.
The hero wanted to snap the corset off and bury his face in that chest. Wanted to groom the fur there and feel its softness with his own tongue.
Clearly, he wasn’t the only one appreciating the view if the way the other blue hedgehog licked his lips was any indication.
The guy’s fur is more sky blue than anything close to his own rich colour, but he sees the way the guy quickly adjusts his quills to keep them in place when he thinks ‘Raven’ isn’t paying him any mind.
The guy is clearly trying to mimic him, his own quills are in a constant disarray of windswept and chaotic arrangement brought on only by someone who’s been running his whole life. This guy looks like he took several kilos of hair grease to get his quills into a position and runs his hands constantly through them to get them to look like his.
And isn’t that just adding insult to injury? His own quills flare at the audacity of the mimicry, quills sharpening and hardening in the beginnings of a threatening display, but he quickly shakes his head to clear away the jealo– anger.
He’s angry, that’s all. Shadow shouldn’t be demeaning himself just for a mission.
It’s one-hundred percent anger he’s feeling. Only anger.
There’s scattered glasses on the table in various degrees of states; half full and some with the vaguest hints of a sip or two max left. The VIP section is mostly empty, most individuals on the dance floor already or moving there because someone is dragging them over in glee or anticipation. Those that remain are lounging in love seats with their lover of the night, or being catered to while they lounge on the couch.
That’s what the other hedgehog was doing, arms draped on either side of the back-edge of the couch, completely comfortable and unabashedly eyeing Shadow up and down, licking his lips as the ebony hedgehog paid him no mind and straightened up.
He’s too far and it’s too loud to hear what his rival asks, but the clientele throws his head back with a loud bark of laughter, drawing attention to himself and Sonic wrinkles his snout at the obnoxiousness of it all. Yeesh, talk about a show cow.
Shadow hasn’t caught sight of him yet, and Sonic doesn’t make a move to reveal himself. He’s to the side, the strobe lights ignoring him and letting the darkness have him instead.
His rival turns away to leave the section and his shoulders lose some of their tension. And he rubs his finger under his nose and huffs.
Alright, so maybe he doesn’t have to come in hot and really, it’s not like there was any danger to begin with. Rouge had said the guy was a low level clientele, and Shadow could easily snap the guy’s neck if it came down to it. He doesn’t know why he stormed off like he did, it wasn’t even that deep. What had gotten into him…?
He takes a step forward to intercept his rival on his path back to the bar, but then freezes when the other hedgehog reaches out and grabs the ultimate lifeform’s wrist with a self-assured sleazy grin.
Sonic waits for the moment Shadow turns around and decks the guy for having the audacity to touch him. Hell, even Rouge knows better than to suddenly grab her friend without projecting her approach.
‘...it took months to get the guy in position, and we can’t wait any longer to extract…’
He sees the exact moment Shadow seems to be recalling something similar, because he clenches his fist tight and the guy, unfortunately, remains punched free and with all his teeth. He steps back, closer to the blue hedgehog, and what’s-his-face-who-cares smile widens in satisfaction.
Oop. Can’t have that now.
There’s a group of six people jostling each other, laughing and cackling with drinks in their hands as they walk past him, and he politely maneuvers out of their pathway.
He snags a drink from one of them and replaces it with an empty glass from nearby, fingers swift and silent. The unknown mobian continues to walk away and Sonic takes a sip, and wrinkles his snout at the sour taste.
Ugh, whiskey drinkers.
He cracks his neck to the left, right, sighs, then takes a deep breath ambles into the light. Flashing golden, red, and white lights bouncing off the rich cobalt blue of his quills and immediately drawing the ebony hedgehog’s attention.
Good, his mind purrs. Shadow should only be paying attention to one blue hedgehog.
“Babyyyyyy! There you are!” He giggles, ambling up the steps to the section and casually stepping over the red rope. He throws his arms out wide, purposely spilling the drink on himself and the floor, and giggles while staggers towards the duo. “I been lookin’ for you!”
His voice is sweet, loud, a slur to his words that makes Shadow’s eyes narrow at him in annoyance because they both know of his inability to get drunk.
“Raven,” The guy doesn’t hide the disdain in his voice nor the pinched look that crosses his face at the arrival of the intoxicated hedgehog, “You know this fella?”
Know? Know? Sonic wants to throw the rest of his drink in the guy's face and just barely stops his quills from bristling in offense. It’s insulting to their relationship, a spit in the face of their history. They know each other like a sword and shield know they could never be two separate beings, one is incomplete without the other by its side.
Sonic has saved villages, kingdoms, towns, cities, countries, planets and dimensions. And this guy thinks he’s the important one?
He supposes it’s too dark to fully see him, ‘cause ain’t no way the guy tryna copy him doesn’t recognize the original standing so close to him.
Maybe he’s just that drunk…or stupid.
“I ain’t ask for a plus one now, what’s he doin’ here!?”
Annoyance colour’s his tone and Shadow slides his gaze back towards the other blue hedgehog, attention snared, and Sonic damn near snarls. Absolutely not.
With an exaggerated pout, Sonic steps forward and purposely stumbles over his two feet and bumps into the two hedgehogs with a loud yelp. He tips his hand and sloshes his drink all over the guy’s shirt, earning an outraged growl that Sonic ignores. He snares his arms around his rival’s waist and tugs him away from the guy with a loud whine, before ducking his head down to hide his face against the ultimate lifeform’s neck. “You didn’t return my calls! I missed my princess!”
Shadow shoves him away with an annoyed snarl, but Sonic sees how his ears aren’t flat against his head, so figures he can’t be that annoyed with him.
Hopefully.
His rival turns to the guy and gives a small incline of his head, “I apologize for his behavior, sir. And for your shirt. I’ll alert the manager to compensate you appropriately. I’ll take care of this…other guest,” Shadow cuts a quick glare over his shoulder at him, then away when Sonic wiggles his fingers at him with a grin, “And I’ll return to service you appropriately.”
The word service gets one hedgehog to perk up and the other to snarl in annoyance, unseen. The client huffs and rolls his eyes with a crooked grin, flashing his teeth in a way that is probably supposed to be charming, but all Sonic sees is the piece of salami caught in his yellowing teeth on full display. “Yeah, alright, sure bunbun. Hurry up and come back, I want that service you was talkin’ about...”
The guy looks at Sonic and bristles his quills, and the cobalt hedgehog holds back a snort. Unimpressed by the display but clearly bored, but he plays up the drunk card and just blinks owlishily at him. The guy shoos them away, “And I wanna get back to the convo we was havin’, just the two of us.”
Shadow says nothing, just turns away and snatches Sonic’s hand and begins marching out of the section. But the hero turns and grins back at the guy, his teeth perfectly clean and pearly, “Buh-bye blue guy! Maybe you can practice your conversation skills with that salami in your teeth!”
What’s-his-face-that-he's-definitely-better-than swears at the same time Shadow hisses underneath his breath, “Chaos control!”, then they’re gone.
Well, gone for a moment. Then Sonic finds himself in a significantly darker and quieter place, the smell of mothballs suddenly filling his senses. He sniffs, then rubs his nose, “Seriously? Did you just teleport us to a closet?”
“Shut up.” Shadow hisses, “It’s locked anyway.”
He whines, throwing his hands up, “Dude! I don’t wanna come out of the closet again!”
There’s silence, then his quills raise at chaos energy suddenly filling the air and he yelps at the feel of a chaos spear pressing against his neck. “Do you think this is funny? I should kill you right here right now, hedgehog. Do you have any idea of how much of an annoyance you’ve been?”
The light from the chaos energy fills the room, and Sonic has a clear view of Shadow scowling at him, ruby eyes narrowed and full of unfiltered annoyance.
But Sonic only notices the way those eyes are focused entirely on him. Sharp black eyeliner and smokey red eyeshadow makes them more intense, and suddenly he understands why people go to museums to stare at paintings all day.
You're beautiful.
The spear flatters and Shadow’s eyes widen, and suddenly Sonic realizes he said that part outloud. “U-Uhh–, I mean–, well, not beautiful!”
The annoyance is back and the spear digs into the skin of his neck, a breath away from piercing him. Sonic quickly waves his hands around, sweating and desperately not wanting to get stabbed. Tails’ would have a fit if he came back tonight injured. “No! I-I mean, yeah you’re beautiful, that’s not– Wait wait! I can explain!”
The spear dissolves, and Sonic briefly mourns the sudden dimness at the loss of light and the ability to see Shadow clearly. As it stands, he can still see him at least.
The ultimate life forms groans and rubs his temples, “I don’t have time for this. Go away, hedgehog. Go bother Rouge and that insufferable echidna. Speed is waiting for me.”
Speed is waiting for me.
“Seriously?” He groans, and Shadow glances at him, “His name is Speed? Speed the Hedgehog? How much of a biter is the guy?”
The darker hedgehog frowns at him, confused, “What are you talking about? He hasn’t bitten me.”
This guy. “Not that way, you old man. It means being a copy cat.” He huffs, then gestures to his own body, “Blue hedgehog? Quills stylized like mine? Name related to motion? C’mon! He looks just like me!”
It irritates him how nonplussed Shadow looks at the information, and his rival just shrugs, “So?”
“‘So?’!? That’s your only response to a faker like that?”
Shadow just stares at him, and Sonic has to bite his cheek to keep from hissing at him.
“I can’t believe you would–”
“You're jealous.”
That draws him up short and he splutters, “What?! No!”
Now Shadow just hums, but the way he’s eyeing him up and down unimpressed, makes defensiveness steel his spine, “I ain’t jealous!”
“Maybe if you say it again, you’ll believe it too.”
“Dude!”
Shadow huffs, crossing his arms and annoyance paints his words when he speaks, “You spilled a drink on the guy, pretended to be drunk so you could interrupt us, and called me ridiculous endearments to get your point across–
Ridiculous endearments? Ouchie
– and now you don’t want me to go back to my mission, hedgehog, because he happens to look like you?”
Well, when he points everything out like that– “Hey! That guy looks nothing like me!”
Shadow pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a slow breath, lets it out, then turns to glare at him, “You just said he looks. just. like. you.”
Sonic pauses, rewinds his words in his head, then buries his face in his paws with a loud groan, “Fuck, I did just say that, didn’t I?”
“You did.”
“I’m an idiot.”
“You are.”
“I’ve been acting ridiculous.”
“Yes, you have.”
“I’m ruining your mission.”
“Excellent observation skills.”
“Dude!” Sonic raises his head to glare at his counterpart who just returns the glare, clearly annoyed at this whole situation. The hero sighs heavily, then runs his fingers through his quills, wrong-footed. “Look, if you’re gonna be a dickhead about it then I ain’t gonna apologize.”
“You haven’t apologized,” He points out, and Sonic frowns at him, “You just stated facts and I agreed with them.”
“Gaia, you’re insufferable.” Sonic shakes his head and runs his hands down his face, “Why do I even have a crush on you? Alright, fine! I’m sorry, okay. You’re right, I’m wrong, it wasn’t cool of me to just butt in like that. Go ahead and do you man, I’ma head back to Rouge and Knuckles.”
He drops his hands to his side with a grumble, ears pressing back flat against his head, “Maybe I’ll go see if I can actually get drunk this time to forget all this…”
Sonic goes to grab the closet’s doorknob, then squawks when a black furred hand swiftly grabs his wrist and yanks him away from the door. His ears perked and alert, “Dude, what?! I’m trying to leave!”
“No.”
“What do you mean ‘no’? You just said to leave you alone!”
Shadow hasn’t let go of his wrist yet, but the intensity of his gaze makes the fur on the back of his neck stand up. The ebony looks at him closely, frowning, “You have a crush on me?”
Sonic tenses, then tries to yank his hand back, but his rival just tightens his grip, preventing him from doing so. “What? No! Where’d you hear that? I didn’t take you as the listening to gossip type Shads, wow. Rouge’s been getting to you I see.”
He’s probably rambling now, heart thundering in his chest when Shadow just pulls him closer. For all intents and purposes, if he really wanted to, Sonic could pull himself out of the other’s grip. But the closet is tiny, offering limited space, and a small part of him doesn’t wanna get away that bad.
“Earlier you called me beautiful…” Shadow murmurs, peering closely at him. Unlike Sonic, the ebony hedgehog could see him clearly within the dimly lit closet. Damn whichever scientist gave him night vision!
Maybe the universe will have mercy and won’t give him away.
Shadow finally releases his grip on his wrist, but then captures his chin and forcibly tilts his face to the side with a click of his tongue, “...And you're blushing right now.”
The universe sucks.
“You also admitted it yourself that you had a crush on me despite me being…oh, what is it you said?” Sonic swats the hand holding him away, but this close he can see the smirk on the other’s face. He doesn’t need to have night vision for that, he could close his eyes right now and feel the smugness radiating off the other. “Oh yes, insufferable.”
Sonic hisses, cheeks flushed in embarrassment while indignation makes his words pointed and clipped, “Who the hell would have a crush on someone like you, faker!? They’d have to be helluva an idiot and a masochist!”
Shadow lets the words settle in the limited space between them, then shrugs his shoulders. Cooling the amusement in his features back to indifference when he speaks, “Very well. Speed will keep me company then, while you go find the answer to your question at the bottom of a bottle.”
His rival shoulders past him and purposely shoves him aside to get to the door, and Sonic growls at him. Shadow growls back at him, then they’re both grappling at each other in the closet.
A knee to his rival’s gut, claws digging into the cobalt hedgehog’s forearms, both hedgehogs snapping their teeth at each other and flashing fangs. The closet space limits their movements but the two don’t hold back as they claw at each other.
When Sonic manages to roughly pin Shadow against the wall by his wrists, displacing the cleaning supplies there, he ignores them loudly crashing to the ground and bites out “Gaia, you drive me insane.” Then kisses him.
It’s more teeth than lips, annoyance and frustration bleeding into it and Shadow gives as well as he takes, growling and biting down on the other hedgehog’s bottom lip until he tastes copper slipping into his mouth.
Sonic groans, the pain only fueling him to press himself closer against the ebony hedgehog and rut against his uniform.
Shadow pulls back, licking the blood from the other’s lips and flashing a feral grin at him, “Guess you are masochistic enough to like me huh, faker?”
He doesn’t dignify that with a response, just kisses his rival to shut him up and returns the favor by biting the other’s lips, earning a muffled groan. He pulls his hands away from the other’s wrist, and Shadow winds his arms around his neck in return to hold him in place and continues to kiss him.
Sonic quickly sheds his gloves off and tosses them somewhere away from them, then gleefully feels his rival up, caressing black fur and squeezing supple hips. He trails bare paws downwards then promptly cups and squeezes the hedgehog’s clothed ass, grinning into the kiss. Utterly pleased.
Shadow breaks the kiss, both hedgehogs panting, and glares at the grinning hero, “Wipe that look off your face before I wipe the floor with you.”
“Sorry sorry! I’ve been wanting to touch you since I saw you at the bar.”
He rolls his eyes, then promptly rolls his hips forward in want. “Then hop to it.”
Sonic blinks, then a delighted expression crosses his face, “Shads! Did you just make a joke?”
A growl rumbles from the ultimate lifeform’s throat, low and threatening, but Sonic just nuzzles their muzzles together with a coo, “I love it when you’re mean.”
He shivers when Shadow ducks his head down and drags his rough tongue along Sonic’s neck, letting his teeth graze the sensitive skin there, a threat that makes Sonic delirious with want. “Then I’m about to be vicious if you don’t get on with it.”
Sonic, stupidly turned on, just quickly nods at his rival’s words. He brought his own ungloved paws and ran them down Shadow’s sides softly, steadying them as he brought them together for another kiss, immediately pressing his tongue into Shadow’s mouth straight away.
Shadow only moaned in response and pulled him flushed against his body. The kitten heels he wore allowing them to be at eye level.
Their lips moved together, the closet filling with the sounds of them panting, kissing, incomprehensible murmurs of praises and demands.
Their mouths remained busy while their bodies grinded against each other, positioning themselves perfectly so Sonic could rut against his rival, desperate for friction against his growing arousal.
“Fuck baby…”
Sonic tastes sweet and sour on his tongue, probably from all the cocktails he was drinking back at the counter from Rouge, and it makes Shadow intensify the kiss as much as he can, greedily swallowing the hero’s moans.
The air thickens with their conjoined scents of arousal, accompanied with hurried gasps for air and drawn out moans.
Shadow breaks away with a gasp, then immediately nips his fangs at Sonic’s neck, thoroughly entertained with the noises that came after. The ebony hedgehog lets out a drawn out moan when he feels sharp claws dig into his ass before they trailed up his back that was partially exposed. He wanted to feel those claws sink into him.
Deep enough to draw blood and leave marks for him to admire later. His healing factor always made sure to wash away any injuries or marks made, so he wanted to draw things out as long as possible.
“Don’t rip the fabric, I don’t want to deal with Rouge’s bitching.” He mumbles against a pale neck, arching his back in pleasure when the other’s claws sink into him.
Shadow bucks his hips and tosses his head back with a moan, and Sonic instantly begins to assault his exposed neck, kissing, biting and sucking at the flesh.
“Sonic—” Sonic’s ears perk forward, pleased when his rival finally says his name in a breathless manner. Half complaint, half need. “Don’t leave a mark, idiot. I have to go back to Speed.”
Sonic hisses at the reminder of why Shadow was even dressed like this, “Fuck that guy.”
“I’m not–”
“I should mark you.” Sonic growls in response, cutting the ebony hedgehog off as he continues to bite dark marks beneath black fur. “Should fuck you too.”
Out of instinct, Shadow tries to press his legs together, but Sonic is pressed firmly against him and it only ends with him straddling the cobalt hedgehog’s thigh.
Shadow’s head knocks against the wall behind him and his mouth hangs open.
Sonic raises his head to whisper against the other’s ear, voice low and rumbling, “You must like the idea of that, baby. I can smell how wet you are…you like the idea of that guy knowing how well you take cock?”
“N-No–”
“My cock,” Sonic hisses, then bites Shadow’s ear. Shadow’s hands shake where they grip onto Sonic and he sucks his bottom lip, muffling the high whine that wanted to escape. Stubborn as always, he tries to hide his noises. “Bet he’d be jealous too, knowing someone got to have this sweet pussy of yours. Maybe he’ll find us in this closet and get to watch how a real man makes you cum.”
“Sonic”
But Sonic is thrilled at the idea of the guy, or even someone, finding them together here. Loves the idea of someone seeing Shadow’s kiss bitten lips and Sonic’s swollen pouch and know what they intimately get up to.
What only they get to do with each other.
“Gaia, you’re not even fighting that hard to deny it. You want it bad, don’t you Shads?” His voice was teasing, filthy, and full of sinful promises dripping down Shadow’s spine like thick honey, clouding his senses.
A harsh bite to his neck makes him whine, and Sonic hisses, “Don’t you, bunbun?”
“Just fucking do it already.” Shadow hisses, aiming to sound threatening but falling right into needy. Not that Sonic didn’t appreciate the attempt. But it was hard to take any threats from the guy seriously when he could feel him desperately trying to hump his thigh for friction.
“Fuck it, I can’t hold back any longer,” Sonic growls out, and Shadow only has a second to consider those words before he’s suddenly swept off his feet and he finds himself bent into a sharp M-shape. His thighs spread wide as Sonic kept him pinned securely to the wall, chest to chest.
Sonic grabs the fabric of the mesh bodysuit and promptly rips it away with ease, tearing a hole in the fabric for his prize to be revealed to him. Soaked black fur creating curls to frame around his rival’s wet pussy. The sight of double swollen, red clits standing and begging for attention was just the double cherry on top. Bless alien biology.
Shadow shivers at the hunger he saw swimming in Sonic’s eyes as he observes him. It makes him preen at the attention, but what makes it better is how focused Sonic looks, like a starving dog ready bite to bite and devour until his hunger is satisfied. Like he’s prey.
Sonic’s grin sharpens when he smells the spike in Shadow’s arousal, and swallows back saliva when he sees the way the other clenches around nothing. He coos, “Don’t worry babygirl, I won’t leave you empty for long.”
The hero shifts his hips and easily maneuvers the ebony hedgehog in his grasp into the ideal position, and Shadow whines at the easy display of strength from the only one who could ever keep up with him.
There’s a moment of anticipation before Sonic’s cock is finally out and if Shadow wasn’t so unbearably turned on, he’d be disgusted at the way clicks and purrs begin to fall from his throat.
The organ is thick, solid, and big in the way that demands to be the center of attention much, like its owner. He feels himself clenching in need just at the phantom memory of that organ stretching him wide and bringing him endless pleasure.
Securely holding Shadow’s thighs wide, Sonic rolls his hips and thrusts up against Shadow’s soaked cunt, purposely bumping the tapered head of his cock against Shadow’s clits again and again, earning gasps and whines from his rival.
“That’s right princess, only I know what you want.” Sonic murmurs, fascinated at the obscene amount of slick beginning to coat his shaft and making the glide that much smoother. It makes him pump his hips faster with a vicious grin, “And what you want is this big dick in your little pussy, isn’t it, princess?”
Shadow growls, ears flattening back at the filth sprouting at him, but the sensation of the damn hedgehog’s cockhead catching at his hole then sliding away makes his eyes flutter and breath stutter. The urge to fight and fuck always at war with one another.
Shadow’s mouth falls open on another moan, body trembling as he parted his thighs wider. Silently begging for more even as he refused to admit anything out loud. He clawed at Sonic’s shoulders, claws spiking through his white gloves and digging in as he rocked helplessly into the contact, seeking more friction.
Sonic growled, digging his claws into Shadow’s thighs making the hedgehog in his hold whimper, “Isn’t it, princess?”
“Stop teasing!” Shadow snaps, voice cracking from frustration and want. And the fire in Sonic’s veins turns into an inferno when he sees moisture beginning to glisten in his rival’s eyes. Always quick to tears when it came to sex between them. Sonic remembers his earlier desire of wanting to see that pretty make up of his run down his cheeks and shudders. “Either fuck me or I’ll go to another hedgehog who will.”
The threat works, Sonic not saying a word before he pulls his hips back just a tad, the tip of his dick kissing the entrance Shadow’s pussy. Then he’s snapping his hips forward, swiftly burying himself into slick heat with almost no resistance, stretching Shadow open in one thick, brutal glide.
Shadow squeals at invasion, not quick enough to hide the high-pitched sound. His body arches sharply and toes clench at the sensation, before he goes completely boneless in Sonic’s grasp with a weak whine, squeezing his eyes shut, his ears flattening and tail wagging unseen.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Sonic grunts, eyes narrowed at the dazed hedgehog, “Take this dick and behave.”
Sonic grinds against him, pushing himself impossibly deeper and making Shadow cry out, stretched to the limits but weakly trying to grind back for more. The action makes Sonic snort and shake his head, sneering, “You think someone else can handle you? That someone else can handle this greedy pussy of yours?”
Shadow whimpers again, helplessly and needy with all the things unsaid, and Sonic starts moving.
Slow at first, grinding deep, leisurely rocking into him like he had all the time in the world to enjoy himself, and certainly not like two people who were fucking inside of a utility closet. “No. Only I can keep up with you, only I can give it to you like you need.”
Then Sonic’s pace picks up, leisure grinds becoming more intentional. Shallow thrusts becoming deeper, rougher, and the sounds in the closet becoming more lewd as Sonic fucked him open. The dangling bangles jiggling quickly and loudly with each thrust, Shadow’s breathless ah ah ah ah mingling with Sonic’s appreciative groans of pleasure, and the wet sound of Sonic's cock burying itself again and again inside of him.
A rough thrust makes Shadow cry out, and Sonic breathlessly laugh. “You hear that princess?”
The next thrust is just as rough, and the wet squelch that accompanies the action makes Shadow burn with humiliation and embarrassment. But it’s in a quick session, Sonic purposely thrusting into him that way to make a point of the wet sounds echoing around them.
When Shadow finally manages to blink his eyes open, it’s just in time to see Sonic sneering down at him, “Only I get to hear the sounds your pretty pussy makes, got that?”
Too far gone and pleasure rapidly building, Shadow shakily nods. But that’s not good enough, and Sonic bares his fangs, “Got that?”
Another thrust makes Shadow throw his head back, thumping it against the wall behind him as he moans, “Y-Yes! Fuck! Yes!”
Sonic captures his lips into a kiss, purring, “Good girl.”
The words drip like molten wax on sensitive skin, and Shadow clenches tightly around the battering cock inside him. “Don’t—” Shadow’s voice cracks, muffled against Sonic’s lips as he clung tighter. “Don’t stop— I’m almost–!”
Sonic grins, victorious, and thrusts harder, messier, each snap of his hips swift and fast as expected of someone of his caliber. His own climax is rearing its head, balls aching to empty itself in his rival’s perfect pussy.
“You’re so tight, babygirl. You’re about to cum, yeah?” Sonic’s panted out words are heard over the wet slap of their bodies. The hedgehog pulls back almost completely before snapping his hips forward again, grinning at the squeal the action earns. “Gonna cream yourself on my dick?” Sonic moans, rutting up into him harder, watching every twitch the other male made. “Gaia, I hope you squirt.”
Shadow says something, probably a cross between a swear and whimper, legs trembling over Sonic’s arms.
Sonic moves Shadow’s legs to dangle over the junction of his forearm, freeing up his paw to bring the appendage to his mouth to lick a broad stripe of saliva across his palm. Then swiftly smacks Shadow’s clits.
“Sonic!” Shadow’s voice bursts out of his chest with a sob, high and desperate as pain ignites his nerves and pleasure crashes over him, “Sonic! Ah– fuck, yes! Yes– ahh–! Please! Sonic! Sonic!”
“That’s right babygirl,” He cooes, cock throbbing at his impending orgasm as he drank in the sight before him. No matter how many times they messed around, Sonic never got tired of seeing Shadow the goddamn Hedgehog fall apart underneath him. “Say my name while you cum for me.”
“Please,” Shadow gasps, words tumbling free now like the tears falling from his eyes. His eye lashes, naturally thick, hold any stray moisture and Sonic leans forward to kiss the tears caught there. Shadow’s legs quivered over the other’s arms, hips rocking helplessly into every tiny thrust. Squealing when his clits were sharply spanked again, sobbing, “M-More! Don’t stop—please don’t stop– f-fuck– I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!”
“Good,” Sonic rasps, almost cruel. He shoves his cock, grinding just enough against that learnt sweet spot to make his rival’s whole body shake. He slides slick digits against twin red peaks, and rubs them in quick circular motions and growls, the sound deep and low from his chest. “Cum for me.”
Sonic pinches his clits then twists them harshly, and suddenly his vision whitens out and he’s cumming. His body convulses as he’s thrown over the edge with no mercy, seizing up on the relentless dick battering into him without any thought to slow down.
He doesn't know how long he’s cumming for, but when it finally ends he slumps into Sonic’s arms completely then, a twitching puppet with their strings cut and no longer able to support themselves any longer.
Shadow feels floaty, sensation in his limbs a distant feeling as he’s vaguely aware of the other hedgehog still pounding into him.
There’s hot breath panting against his ear and a low buzzing of what is probably words. It takes him another moment to come back to his body, for his brain to allow processing, but then he shudders when he’s finally able to understand language.
“Fuck fuck fuck, Shads– fuck, that was so so h-hot! You squirted all over my dick dude, holy shit. You’re so hot –ah! So damn beautiful.” Sonic’s inconsequential babbling finally reaches him, but Shadow doesn’t bother to try and make a coherent response. Just moans as the hypersensitivity begins to register and weakly digs his claws into the other’s forearms.
Sonic hisses, the pain delicious, and impossibly he thrusts faster, all rhythm lost and just barrelling towards the finish line. “Mm, you feel so fucking good princess, so good nnngh!”
Shadow moans, brokenly, then when he feels digits circling his sensitive clit again he starts thrashing, struggling, but Sonic just keeps him pressed against the wall. Unable to move or get away. Prey caught and at the mercy of a predator.
Sonic growls down at him and pinches his clits once more, and tears swell in ruby eyes. “I’m the only one who gets to see you like this? You’ll never find someone better than me baby. I’m the only one who gets to hold you down and fuck your pretty brains out.”
Shadow sobs in his hold, nodding so hard that the rabbit ears fall off his head. Neither pay them any mind.
“Fuck, I’m finna cum inside baby, gonna fill you up so good… get you nice and pregnant.” Shadow doesn’t have a second to react before the thick cock inside of him suddenly feels bigger, swelling and spilling inside him.
Sonic sinks his teeth into Shadow’s shoulder, muffling an obscene loud moan as he spills into him, hot and hard, hips jerking helplessly as he rides out his orgasm.
The stimulation of his clits and bite sends Shadow back over the edge, the orgasm much less intense than the one before, but no less thigh shaking as he rides out the sensation, trembling and whimpering.
Slowly, things finally begin to shimmer down. The two catching their breath as the pleasure begins to settle.
Sonic is in no rush, the weight in his arms never a bother and his cock nestled deep in his rival. He’s exactly where he wants to be.
He leans forward and nuzzles against a darker muzzle, licking dried tear stains and earning a displeased hiss. But the owner begrudgingly allows the ritual grooming with his usual displeasure intact. “Must you do this every time?”
“Yu-p!” He smacks his lips to pop the ‘p’ loudly, then proceeds to leisurely groom dark fur. Especially pleased that he’s finally getting his mouth on that chest fur. Score!
Shadow tolerates this for about two minutes at best, and honestly it’s probably a record, then he’s shoving Sonic’s face away with a huff and hiss. “Get your dick outta me and put me down, hedgehog.”
“Yes princess, your wish is my command.” Sonic sighs, but, well, it was nice while it lasted.
Sonic eases himself out of the other, dick limp but chest puffing out at the dribble of cum that follows. He leers, purring at the sight of his cum and claim obvious. He honestly debates if he could convince the other for another round, or three, their stamina usually never satisfied with just one.
But the other is glowering at him, ears pinned back in what Sonic has affectionately dubbed ‘angy danger danger angy’ mode, so he doesn’t push his luck and politely says nothing.
He eases his grip and carefully sets the ebony hedgehog down on his own two feet, steadying him before stepping back and tucking himself in. He sees Shadow eye his groin, then turn away to fix himself, and Sonic’s ears droop.
Damn, definitely no second round then.
Sonic bends down and grabs his gloves, pulling them back on. Then snags the rabbit ears that fell off, wiping them of any dust and sheepishly offers them to his rival. Shadow grumbles and snatches them, but doesn’t bother to place them back on.
His dark fur is still mussed, freshly groomed cheeks damp from saliva and disheveled in places from begging gripped and rubbed. His chest fluff looked less fluffy and groomed from their mating. Sweat and tears have ruined some of his black eyeliner, the wings now smeared nubs instead of a sharp edge. The red eyeshadow has run down his cheekbones and staining into his black fur.
He looks like a complete mess compared to the polished version that was walking around the dance floor earlier, —still, Sonic has to hold down the urge to ruin him more.
A few beats pass before Sonic coughs into his hand, awkwardness beginning to settle in the longer neither say anything to each other.
“Hey Shads–”
“Listen, hedgehog–”
They both stop, wait for the other to keep going, and it’s Sonic that approaches the chasm between.
He tentatively steps closer, and Shadow watches him, weary. Strange how fucking was infinately more acceptable than whatever it was the two were attempting to do now.
“I wasn’t lying.”
Shadow snorts, and straights his uniform as much as he can. They both know there’s no salvaging the fabric, but it gives the agent something to do with his hands and an excuse to look away. “You’ll have to be more specific.”
“Earlier,” He clarifies, because avoiding emotional shit is built into both of their DNA coding and if he doesn’t wanna ruin this unlabeled thing between them, he’s gotta strike fast and hot before both their walls go back up. “I meant it, ya know? You’re beautiful.”
Shadow doesn’t answer him, continues to fiddle with his ruined fishnets, and Sonic takes every brave atom in his body to breathe in, out, then says, “And I do…ya know, have a crush on you.”
There. He says it. It’s out there now and maybe it was before, but he’s doubling down on his feelings and not gonna sprout any excuse, he’s not taking them back.
He clenches his fists, heart shuddering and remains tense as the silence settles between them again. He doesn’t bother to break it and leaves the ball in the other hedgehog’s court. He’s taken his turn.
When Shadow finally decides to look up and meet his gaze, Sonic doesn’t look away.
Whatever he sees must be good, because Shadow gives a decisive nod then goes back to fiddling with his gloves. “Okay.”
Sonic falters, eyeing his rival even as he eases open his hands, “...What?”
“I said ‘okay’.”
“No like– dude, did you not hear what I said?” Was the guy going deaf or something? Came so hard he couldn’t hear?
Shadow sighs, like Sonic is the one being difficult here and he takes straight up offense to that! “Clear your schedule for next Tuesday, two o’clock.”
“What–?”
“You’ll need to take a shower and not smell like chili dogs.”
Sonic pauses, then raises his arms to sniff underneath him, frowning. He smells like himself? A little musty, perhaps, but not bad? “Again, what?”
The ultimate life forms straightens his corset, and huffs, “If you’re late, I’ll break some of the fox’s inventions.”
“Hey! Don’t threaten Tails’ stuff like that!” He huffs, annoyance growing at this riddle or game or whatever it is his rival is playing at. “Dude, I just said I have a crush on you! At least say you’re rejecting me instead of whatever the hell it is you’re doing.”
“Reject you?” Shadow frowns, “I’m telling you to be prepared for our date.”
“And if you really don’t like me, just say so! I don’t need to be coddled like–” Sonic freezes, the other’s words finally registering. “...our date?”
Shadow huffs, eyes narrowing and his own annoyance growing. “Yes. I expect you to bring me flowers.”
Dumbly, the hero nods, heart no longer thundering but now racing for an entirely different reason. “Okay.”
“Lantanas are my favorites.”
Unseen behind him, his tail begins to wag. “Gotcha.”
“I like coffee beans.”
Sonic nods, ears perked and a grin blossoming on his face, “The dark roasted ones from that café in Argentina.”
The beginnings of a smile finds its place on Shadow’s lips, and Sonic’s tail wags even faster at the sight of it. “Exactly.”
“Consider it done.”
“Good.” Shadow closes the distance between them and yanks the other hedgehog closer to press a kiss on his cheek, chaste and shy like they haven’t done anything more than that. “Remember what I said.”
“Tuesday, two o’clock, clean myself, don’t be late, bring lantanas and coffee beans, gotcha!” He chirps, holding his cheek as he could hold onto the warmth there a little longer, feeling a bit giddy.
“Good boy,” Shadow purrs, and Sonic really, really, really, wants to kiss him.
Then Shadow is taking a step back with a smirk, “And yes, I accept your feelings. I like you too, hedgehog.”
“Shadow–”
“Chaos control.” There’s a flash of green energy and he’s gone, and Sonic’s alone in the closet.
He blinks, stunned, and stares at the empty space where his rival (boyfriend?) just was. Then he realizes two things at once.
He laughs, “Holy shit! I have a date!”
Then he freezes, and whips his head to look at the closet door. “Did he just leave me in a locked closet?!”
His rival-boyfriend sucks.