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Rouge let out a long stream of cigarette smoke from between her perfectly painted lips, offering the rest of the stick of tobacco to Shadow. He held his hand up and shook his head, the silent ‘no thank you’ passing between them as clear as if it had been spoken. This was the kind of relationship they had - close enough to communicate wordlessly, but not so close that they knew the answer without asking the question. The bat took another drag, watching the city move beneath her from the rooftop of the apartment building she called home. “So,” she started, flicking the ash off the end of the cigarette. “You remember my roommate? The pink hedgehog?”
“Yeah?” Shadow asked, answering her question with one of his own as he cocked a brow and gave her a quizzical look.
“She has a massive crush on you.”
"And how do you know that?” He asked.
“She asks about you a lot. When you’ll be over next, if you have a girlfriend. What you do for a living. Oh, and hear her whispering your name most nights, and sounds that I can only describe as we-”
"That’s enough,” Shadow interrupted, elbowing her playfully and giving a breathy, short laugh. “Leave her alone.”
Rouge smirked at him, finishing her cigarette and stubbing it out before standing and tossing it over the edge of the building nonchalantly. “I’ve gotta go meet Knuckie,” she advised, spreading her wings. “Could you go get a report I forgot to file from my room and take it to HQ for me? Thaaaaanks!”
Before Shadow was able to respond, she beat her wings and took to the sky, soaring in the vague direction of Angel Island and leaving him to stand and stare indignantly. “Bitch,” he breathed, shaking his head. “She’s just lucky I can chaos control.”
From the pocket of his jacket, he retrieved a green gem - a chaos emerald - and sighed. He’d been to Rouge’s apartment often enough to be able to teleport there - as long as he could envisage the route he needed to take, he could go wherever he wished with a chaos emerald - but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was invading a space not meant for him. He obviously had Rouge’s permission to be there, but her roommate could be home, and she hadn’t allowed his entry. ’Surely Rouge wouldn’t have told me to go into their apartment if Amy was home?’ he thought. ’And besides - it should only take a second. In, grab the file, out, and I’m done. It should be fine, right?’ he reasoned. He hummed for a moment, mulling it over, then tossed the emerald and caught it, muttering “chaos control,” as the smooth, reflective surface of the precious stone touched his palm.
Green light engulfed him, catching the attention of some of the less despondent passers-by and casting long shadows from the air handling units and pipework that littered the roof of the building.
A similar flash announced his arrival in his friend’s room. While he’d never been through the door to her room from the communal living area, she’d pointed out which room was hers, and been to get something from it while he had been visiting once.
The first thing that struck him was how messy the place was, considering how organised she was at work. Clothes were strewn around, hanging over chairs, crumpled on the floor, and thrown in a corner which he assumed had once had a laundry bin in it, but it had either been moved or buried from the looks of the pile of clothes there.
The second thing… was the sound. In the relative silence of the apartment, what little noise reached him felt infinitely loud, surrounding him entirely.
Small, desperate sounding whines and shaking breaths permeated the air. They didn't seem to be coming from the room he was in, but perhaps from the next one over, as they were muffled and distant, but the distortions didn't stop him coming to a conclusion as to why they were being made.
They were sounds of pleasure, and he was hearing them without the knowledge of their creator. He gasped sharply, but silently. He needed to get out of here.
"Fuh… ahh…" the voice gasped. It must have been Rouge's roommate.
'That's not fair, Shadow,' his internal monologue chastised, even through the panic he felt. 'You know her name.' And it was right. He did know her name. Amy Rose.
"Mn…" the voice continued, becoming louder. 'Whoever she's with really knows what they're doing,' he mused. But he had to find that file. He could grab it and leave, then forget all about- "Ah… Shadow…"
In shock, Shadow took a step away from the open door he had been facing. His calf hit something. He felt it shudder, heard the tinkle of glass against glass, and whirled his head around just in time to see a perfume bottle teeter and fall off the side of the vanity he'd hit.
He lunged for it, catching it just as it toppled, but knocked a box off the far edge in the process which clattered to the ground noisily.
The world seemed to slow. His eyes grew wide in panic and fear and realization. There was no way she hadn't heard that. Not in the quiet of an empty home.
He scrambled to replace the perfume bottle. "Rouge? Is that you!?" She called. Panic was in her voice. He had to be quick.
Practically throwing himself to the ground, he snatched the box up, hearing metallic rattling inside as he replaced it as best as he could, then tore around the room for the file. Nothing was immediately visible. Could it be in a drawer?
"Rouge?!" She sounded scared. Closer.
He ripped drawers open, scanning desperately for the manilla folders all G.U.N case files were issued in. His throat felt like it was closing up. His mouth was dry.
Footsteps. Hurried footsteps. They bounced off the walls and taunted him like a laser pen might taunt a cat.
He threw a drawer open on the vanity as the footsteps stopped. Powders, gels and liquids stared back at him as his blood ran cold. He could see pink in his periphery. She was at the door.
Slowly, he turned his head to look at her, managing to regain some sense of composure externally even while his mind raced. She was in nothing but a short dressing gown, and between the bare fur and messy quills, he couldn't help but think she was gorgeous. "Sh-Shadow?" She sputtered, incredulous.
"Hello," he said flatly, and cursed himself for his stupidity. Hello? That was all he had to say
"What- what are you doing here? Why are you- wait- did you hear-" she sputtered. Her tone had started accusatory, but quickly fell into panic.
"I did," he admitted, maintaining eye contact. Her hands flew to her cheeks to cover the blush that spread across them. "You have quite an alluring voice," he continued, kicking himself mentally for his inability to shut up.
"I- wha- really?" She stammered.
He thought for a moment. He hadn't lied. He didn't have the capacity for it in his current state. "Yes," he admitted. He felt the fabric of his trousers grow tight as he followed the neckline of the gown to her chest, which heaved and shifted the overlapping fabric slightly with every breath.
She averted her eyes, moving her hands to cover her mouth.
He tried to look elsewhere, but landed on her thighs. The dressing gown was twisted, exposing her leg to the hip. His temperature was rising, and she looked more and more tempting the longer he stared.
"You moaned my name," he said, as matter-of-factly as if he had said the sky was blue. "Were you thinking about me?"
Her eyes locked with his before shifting away in embarrassment. She nodded.
"Interesting," he said. He shut the drawer and took a step towards her. "Would you not have preferred the real thing?"
He had her full attention now, eyes as wide as dinner plates locked on him as if he were a lion about to pounce and she were a gazelle, wondering when she should run. But she didn't want to run.
Her face relaxed. Her shoulders fell, and her hands dropped to her sides, then crept to the belt that held her gown closed. "Promise me something?" She said, catching his gaze as she fingered the knot.
"What?"
Deft hands undid the knot, pulling the belt apart and holding the sides as she shrugged out of it, exposing her breasts to him.
"Don't be gentle."
He was upon her before she could say more, lifting her by the waist as if she weighed nothing and carrying her to her room.
He sat on the edge of her bed, one of her leg on either side of his hips, and slid his hands under the gown to caress her thighs. She shuddered at his touch, the shaky breathing of earlier returning. "C-cold!" She yelped.
Shadow smirked. He dragged his hands up her body, following each curve until he cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently and angling the nipple of one so that he could take it into his mouth. She moaned loudly as he flicked her nipple with his tongue, burying her fingers in his quills.
She let him nip and suck at her breasts for a moment, watching him with half lidded eyes and resisting the urge to grind against him. He was still clothed, and she didn't want to ruin what he was wearing without permission.
As he swapped from one breast to the other, she ran her fingers down his neck and along his shoulders to push the jacket from his shoulders.
He quickly tugged the article off, throwing it behind her, then did the same with the scarlet tank top he wore.
She regarded him, the half lidded, lust filled eyes that raked over her form igniting a fire between her thighs.
Her lips pressed aggressively against his, eliciting a grunt from him and forcing him onto his back. From there, she popped the button on his trousers and unzipped them, struggling to remove them, only for him to lift his hips (and her with them) to push them off his waist and down past his knees, where they fell to pool at his ankles.
She pulled away from him, scooting back and tugging the waistband of his boxers down to expose his mostly erect penis. "Can… I touch it?" She asked, her hand already poised to do so. He chuckled and nodded.
She settled herself on his leg, straddling it, and took the muscle in her hand. She started rubbing her thumb along the length and feeling its girth, and when precum beaded at the tip of his dick, she gave the area more attention.
He groaned in pleasure as she circled the head gently, occasionally stroking down the length to lubricate it. He reached for her thigh. With his thumb, he felt for her clit and started to rub it, prompting her to grind against his leg.
She was soaking wet, and sticking his fur down with each movement, but somehow he didn't mind. It may have been her fantasies of him that had gotten her this excited, but the thought that she wanted him this badly turned him on.
"You sure about this?" He asked, his eyes flickering to his crotch to indicate what he meant. She nodded eagerly. "Alright then," he said with a smile, removing his hand from between her thighs and propping himself up on his elbows. His nose was barely an inch from hers as he whispered, "I wanna fuck you from behind, so kneel on the bed and put your ass in the air."
The look on her face made him wonder for a moment if he'd gone too far, but the speed with which she complied told another story.
He took her in - the curve of her back, the definition of the muscles in her shoulders, the small wag of her tail as she waited for him - and he knew that nothing would ever be this good again.
He got to his feet, removed his boxers, and knelt behind her. She was waiting patiently to be filled, and he was more than happy to oblige.
All it took for him to know she was ready for him was rubbing the tip of his dick along her opening. He'd almost slipped inside from just that motion, she was so wet. "I'm putting it in," he advised, waiting for her to nod before he pushed her lips open and sheathed himself entirely inside her.
She fit like a glove. Her walls hugged him tightly enough for him to feel the pressure, but not so tight that he feared hurting her. He could feel that his tip touched the end of her cavity, too - which he hoped would make the experience all the more enjoyable for her.
Slowly, he pulled out until only the head was inside, then slid back in. She gave a contented sigh. "You fit so well," she murmured. "It's like you were made to fuck me."
He felt himself twitch. When she spoke like that, it made him want to plough her hard and fast, and while she'd said she didn't want him to be gentle, he didn't want to hurt her.
As he started to thrust, he made sure to be cautious and build up gradually, getting faster and going harder with each motion until she couldn't keep her voice in. She gasped and whimpered and moaned, pitch and tone shifting in time with the slapping of skin against skin.
"Fuck you feel good," he snarled through gritted teeth. Her tail wagged.
"I could- ahn! Fuck, Shadow… so good," she whined, the pleasure she felt causing her to jnterruot herself. "I could say the same about you."
A smirk appeared on his face. "I wonder it I could make yoy feel even better, though."
"And how would you do tha- ah- not my clit too! Fuck you're gonna make me cum!"
The ebony hedgehog had wrapped his arms around her waist, dipping one hand between her thighs to find her sensitive spot once more, attending to it while also maintaining his pace and speed. "You like that?" He asked. She managed only a nod, her mouth lolling open.
He wondered if she could take much more, because he knew her voice was going to end him. She was so vocal, so clear with how much she was enjoying him, that he couldn't help himself. He wanted to devour her, keep her to himself, but fucking her hard enough that she struggled to walk afterwards would do for now.
His free hand cupped her breast, pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolling it - tugging it - to stimulate her more.
Fistfuls of bed clothes clutched in her hands told him she was getting to her peak, her loud moans and insistence that she was going to cum music to his ears.
With a breathiness to his voice from exertion and his own approaching climax, he said, "then do it. Cum for me, Rose - show me how much you're enjoying my cock, and maybe I'll give you more some other time."
As if all she'd needed was his permission, her hips bucked, hands releasing the blanket only to grab another handful and bite down on it to muffle her loud, desperate moan.
He lasted a few more thrusts, then finished inside her, collapsing to the side of her but keeping his grip, to drag her into a spooning position.
They breathed heavily, the smell of sweat and their mixed scents in the air. He didn't dare pull out. He had the distinct feeling that his cock was the only thing stopping his seed pouring out, which was a mess he didn't have the energy to clean up for the time being.
"So," Amy eventually began, looking over her shoulder at him. "When are we doing this again?"