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Chapter 1 - Ever Heard of Personal Space?

Sonic is well aware of what this looks like; twenty-six years old and presently bent over Director Parr’s desk at the G.U.N. HQ in Central City, fatigues around his ankles, eyes screwed shut in pleasure, ass being pounded into oblivion by the ultimate lifeform, a.k.a. his biggest and only real rival. 

Maybe he should start at the beginning… 

*****

Team Dark and Team Sonic had been sent out on a joint mission for G.U.N. to put a stop to Eggman’s newest attempt at World Domination. Something about a Phantom Menace or whatever, Sonic never bothered listening to the briefings since Tails had an eidetic memory and the need to repeat the plan while en route.

Unfortunately, for the first time, both Teams were seated in the same helicopter to the drop zone, and despite Tails yammering away on the radio, Sonic was distracted by none other than Shadow the friggin’ Hedgehog. As far as Sonic knew, Team Dark had always been a duo, Rouge and Omega, but apparently they were a triad and had been for a little over a year now. 

Sonic didn’t hate Shadow or anything, and fine, granted the guy helped him save the world from the Eclipse Cannon and that damned Biolozard, but he was such a dick any of the times he encountered him after, even though they were pretty much fighting for the same thing. It didn’t help that Shadow was super blatant about his dislike of Sonic, and that was definitely a him problem, because most people were a fan.

Shadow always had some sort of scowl on his face, but as he sat across from Sonic, he cast a glance in Sonic’s direction, then leaned in to whisper something to Rouge, his lips curling up in an infuriating smirk that was begging to be slapped off. When Shadow did it for the third time, Sonic couldn’t take it anymore.

“What’s so funny, Hot Topic?”

Completely unfazed by the sick burn, Shadow simply quirked his brow. “When were you invited to our conversation?”

Sonic rolled his eyes. “Hah-hah,” he said sarcastically. “Well, seeing as I’ve never once seen a smile on that scowly face of yours, I got curious about what you were talking about, ‘cause it must’ve been hilarious.”

And because the guy was infuriating, Shadow bared his teeth in a broader smirk and said, “Oh, it was.”

That earned Shadow a giggle and a playful smack on his fatigue covered leg from Rouge. They were all forced to wear the damn G.U.N. uniforms except Omega after an incident that Sonic may or may not have been involved in. 

Before Sonic could respond, one of the G.U.N. soldiers yanked open the hatch door of the UH-1Y Venom and said, “We’re nearing the drop zone!”

Sonic’s annoyance had to take a back seat to the mission. After a little pep-talk with his team – and yes, Sonic did a great job ignoring the way Shadow watched them with a glint of amusement in his red eyes – they readied themselves for jumping out of the helo. Team Sonic was up first and as they looked down at the expansive desert that reached on forever, Sonic was a little surprised by the chill of the air. In all honesty, he assumed Egypt would kind of be like Arizona. Hot during the daytime and nighttime. 

Eggman’s new base had been presumed located in a Pyramid complex in Abusir, so with the exception of a couple of pointy triangles, there was nothing but sand for miles and miles. Which, Sonic was happy about. No chance for any water traps.

“Do you need a little push?” Shadow yelled close enough to Sonic’s ear, he could feel the heat of his breath. 

Sonic whipped around, narrowing his eyes at the moody bastard, who was standing way too close. “Ever heard of personal space?”

That was met with another damnable smirk. “As you wish,” he said before he did a spin jump, axe kicking Sonic in the chest and forcing him out of the aircraft.

Honestly, Sonic should have seen it coming. He refused to give the bastard any sort of satisfaction, so Sonic coolly curled into a spin dash and dove head first for the drop point. At least he would get the satisfaction of beating Shadow in yet another race. 

Despite a relatively tetchy start to the partnership, Team Sonic and Team Dark worked surprisingly well together. In under an hour, they were able to isolate which of the pyramids likely contained Eggman’s base. Rouge found an entry point about halfway up the 240 foot ancient building, and waved for them to come up.

Without missing a beat, Sonic kicked into gear with every intention of being the first there. When he reached the step with the doorway that Rouge had pointed to before she flew down to carry Omega up, Sonic was about to rub it in that stupid black and red hedgehog’s face. 

“‘Bout time you got here, slowpoke.”

Sonic let out an angry huff as he flipped around to find Shadow leaning against the wall of the entryway, arms crossed over his chest and one leg kicked up, the flat of his shoe also against the wall. 

“How the hell did you beat me?” Sonic demanded.

That was met with a smirk before Shadow righted his stance and held his hand out in the direction of the entrance with a slight bow. “After you.”

Sonic was fuming, like… he was honestly surprised he didn't feel his eyes go red like when he was in his Super form. “Age before beauty,” he sneered as he held his hand out in kind. 

What was even more annoying was Shadow didn’t seem to be a little fazed by any of his subtle and cool insults. Sonic hated it. As Shadow started to make his way in, Sonic stormed forward, shoulder checking the guy as he tried to push past him. 

Shadow gave as good as he got, elbowing Sonic in the side as he shoved him against the wall of the narrow hallway. “You’re such a child,” he hissed. 

“Comin’ from you, grandpa, that means dick. I’m surprised you haven’t told me to get off your lawn,” Sonic said as he used both hands to push Shadow forward. 

Unfortunately, Sonic didn’t get to enjoy the satisfaction of watching Shadow stumble, even for a moment, because the wooden flooring gave way underneath the moodier hedgehog. His eyes widened comically and he grabbed Sonic by the cuff of his sleeve, and they both fell down some crazy slide like contraption, the pair of them scrambling to find anything to hold onto.

After what felt like forever, they tumbled into some sort of chamber, Shadow landing on his back, and Sonic face planting right against the guy’s abdomen. 

With a groan, Shadow shoved Sonic off, and that was when a loud thud echoed behind them.

Sonic turned to the source of the sound and saw the slide hole was now clamped shut with a large stone wall. “Shit!” He jumped up and tried to spin dash against the immovable object. Tried being the operative word. 

After a couple more attempts, Shadow proceeded to join him, but nothing. 

Sonic pulled out his cellphone and, unsurprisingly, saw he had no service. These damn pyramids might be marvels of time or whatever, but their reception sucked. 

“This is your fault, faker,” Shadow spat as he stopped attempting to break the wall and leaned against it before sinking into a crouched position.

“My fault?” Sonic scoffed and walked over to Shadow, kicking at his shoe, causing the guy to lose balance and fall on his side. “How the hell is it my fault? You’re the one who dragged me down with you!”

Shadow growled and moved to stand, getting right in Sonic’s face. “Because you, like the damn child you are, didn’t like that you lost, and proceeded to act like a toddler throwing a tantrum.”

“Stop calling me a child!” Sonic then slammed Shadow against the wall, holding his elbow against Shadow’s chest. 

Red eyes bore into him with such an intensity, Sonic felt a brief flash of fear. The crackle of Shadow’s chaos energy made Sonic’s forearm fur stand up on end and before he could blink, Shadow shoved him back, flinging him across the relatively long chamber, causing Sonic to collide with the far wall.

Shadow wasn’t done, he spin dashed and slammed right into Sonic. 

Well, Sonic wasn’t about to sit and take it. He curled into his own ball, and they proceeded to smack into each other, their pent up energies creating a crackle of lightning that destroyed the simple wooden table and chair that was set up in the far corner. 

Taking advantage of Sonic’s temporary distraction, Shadow slammed Sonic against the wall, pinning his arms above his head by the wrist, and using his torso to hold him in place.

So, Sonic did the only thing he could think of to throw Shadow off. He smashed their lips together, and when Shadow gasped, Sonic bit the guy’s lower lip. 

Shadow yanked himself back, releasing the hold he had on Sonic’s wrists before he pushed at his shoulders. “What the fuck was that?”

At that point, Sonic was breathless, and a little mystified by his own actions. He just kissed Shadow the friggin’ Hedgehog. Granted, it was a hate kiss and a successful means to get the Encino dick off him, but still, he did kiss Shadow. “I… don’t know,” Sonic answered honestly.

There was a beat of silence between them as emotions flashed across Shadow’s red irises. Not that Sonic knew what any of it meant, the bastard was way too good at poker faces. Sonic had no idea what Shadow was about to do, but he assumed it would be violent. 

In a flash of dizzying movement, Shadow had Sonic pinned against the wall again, but instead of a fist colliding with Sonic’s face; hard, slightly chapped lips were suddenly on his. The gasp that escaped Sonic’s throat was swallowed. Shadow kissed like he punched; relentless, no holds barred, and with such electricity, Sonic was waiting to hear the accompanying thunder boom in his ears. One hand roughly tangled in Sonic’s quills as the other, firm and insistent, moved to cup Sonic’s now growing erection over the fatigues. 

When Sonic gasped again, Shadow tilted his head and sucked Sonic’s tongue into his mouth. Fuck. He was really good at that, and despite all the alarm bells going off in his head, Sonic hadn’t gotten laid in months, not since he and Amy broke up. So, instead of doing the logical thing, which would be to shove Shadow off and pretend this never happened, Sonic groaned and grabbed Shadow by his quills as he felt that firm hand expertly pop the belt through its loops and then slip past the waistband.

With no preamble, Shadow wrapped his hand around Sonic’s now painfully hard cock, and started stroking as his lips roamed down Sonic’s chin, to his jaw, and then scraping his teeth along Sonic’s pulse point before he bit down.

“Oh, fuck,” Sonic cried out, bucking up into Shadow’s hand. 

Shadow twisted his wrist, pumping Sonic with such expertise, there was no way this was the guy’s first handjob. He braced his forehead against Sonic’s and stroked him faster and faster. “Come for me,” he breathed out. It sounded more like a command than a plea.

Sonic gasped and felt the warmth start to spread through his body, his blood on fire as pleasure coursed through his entire nervous system. When he locked eyes with Shadow, that coil unraveled and he cried out as he came embarrassingly fast, Shadow still pumping his cock as Sonic continued to shudder through each pulse.

Still in a daze from one hell of an orgasm, Sonic could have sworn he was hallucinating as he watched Shadow unbuckle his own belt, shoving his pants down just far enough for his enormous cock to poke out, pointing at Sonic like a homing beacon. 

As Shadow took himself in hand, he braced his free hand on Sonic’s shoulder and pushed him to his knees. It was firm, but somehow gentle. “My turn,” he said as he dragged the head of his cock against Sonic’s lips, precum leaving a wet trail.

While Sonic had never sucked a guy off before, he knew what he liked and… shit, for whatever reason, it sent a thrill through him at the prospect of doing it like this. Sonic parted his lips and licked at the slit, the salty sweetness of Shadow’s seed caused his tongue to tingle. Sonic braced his hands on Shadow’s hips and slowly started taking him into his mouth.

If Sonic thought Shadow’s dick was massive just from looking at it, feeling the weight against his tongue and the stretch of his lips made it seem somehow even bigger. Sonic wasn’t even halfway down when the head of Shadow’s cock hit the back of his throat. Unfortunately, it made him choke and he pulled off with a gasp.

To his surprise, Shadow was weirdly gentle as he carded his hand through Sonic’s quills. “Use your hand to make up the shortfall,” he said.

The way pleasure made him shudder at the feeling of Shadow’s hand in his quills and the rasp of his already deep voice, pleasure fucked and raw… made Sonic a little lightheaded. He nodded and used his right hand to stroke Shadow’s cock starting at the base, sucking him into his mouth, circling his tongue around the length as he met his fist in tandem with his persistent bobbing up and down on that monster. 

Shadow let out a deep groan, the grip he had on Sonic’s quills tightening as he moved his hips a little, but not enough to throw off Sonic’s rhythm. “Yeah, that’s it… just like that…” he growled.

Sonic’s ears perked at the praise and he started sucking Shadow as deep as he could take him, increasing the pressure to the underside of his cock with his tongue, teasing the vein and stroking him even faster. Sonic found himself further motivated by the sounds Shadow kept making.

He wasn’t expecting Shadow to be vocal in the throes, but he kept gasping, and grunting, and groaning, in between borderline unintelligible murmurs of, “Yes… fuck… yeah… keep going…” 

When Sonic’s other hand slipped between Shadow’s legs to play with his balls, the grip in his quills tightened even further. 

Shadow growled and yanked Sonic off just as he came, painting Sonic’s lips and chin in his cum as Sonic continued to stroke him through his orgasm. And to Sonic’s complete surprise, Shadow dropped to his knees, yanking Sonic in for a filthy kiss, Shadow’s seed and tongue now dominating his senses. When he finally drew back, Shadow was breathless. “Fuck…”

Sonic let out a soft huff of dazed laughter. “Almost.”

The surprises kept coming, and Shadow held Sonic’s gaze as he chuckled. “Yeah, well… It’s not like I carry lube and condoms on missions.”

It was strange, Sonic was feeling a flurry of different emotions despite the haze of his post-orgasm bliss. Mostly the fact he kind of didn’t know where they stood now. But he was terrified to say anything, should it break the harmonic truce that occurred between them after a quick, dirty hookup in the catacombs of a freakin’ pyramid. 

Still, Sonic couldn’t stop himself from asking, “But if you did?”

Shadow arched his brow. “Well, then it would be a damn shame we broke that table.”

*****

The mission had ended up being a loss, that or someone had given Egghead a heads up and he moved bases, either way, after their teams rescued Sonic and Shadow from what Tails referred to as a bowling alley, which didn't make a damn bit of sense seeing as there were no lanes or pins, they used a ring to portal back to HQ.

Sonic was lost in thought the entire way, his mind replaying what had happened between him and Shadow in the pyramid. He went through the motions as they filled out some paperwork and sat through a debriefing. Not hearing a damn thing out of Commander Tower’s mouth, instead Sonic kept recalling how Shadow’s lips, tongue, hands, and cock felt.

It was creating a hard problem between his legs, and Sonic kept having to adjust himself as subtle as he could. For once he was grateful they were all forced to wear the baggy, unflattering fatigues. When he glanced over at Shadow, red eyes were honed in on Sonic, and more specifically, his groin. 

As the heat he felt rose up his neck, Sonic prayed to Gaia that no one else would take notice. Finally, his torture was over, and the meeting ended. Sonic moved to stand and couldn't help but ear hustle on Shadow’s conversation with Rouge.

“You hitchin’ a ride with me, sugar?”

“No,” Shadow said, glancing at Sonic again before he turned away, “I need a shower.”

Rouge laughed melodically. “We've got one of those in our apartment. Three, in fact.”

Shadow waved her off. “I like the water pressure here.” As he made his way toward the door, he craned his neck to look over his shoulder, making pointed eye contact with Sonic before he disappeared through the conference room door.

Sonic swallowed dryly, and just as he was about to follow Shadow, Tails tugged on Sonic’s sleeve. 

“We're going to hit up Meh Burger, did you want to join us?”

Honestly, while a chilli dog would hit the spot, there was something else he wanted in his mouth. Sonic rubbed the back of his neck. “I'll, uh… catch up. Need to check on something before I leave.”

Tails furrowed his brow. “What do you need to check on? Maybe I can answer any questions you have. I know you didn't pay attention.”

Sonic let out a nervous laugh. “You got me there, bud. I just… I need to talk to Director Parr. Like I said, I'll catch up.”

The beat of silence that passed as Tails stared at Sonic, like he didn't quite believe him, was making Sonic itch. He wanted to shake his little brother and tell him to stop being so damn nosy. Thankfully, it didn't have to come to that. The fox shrugged and said, “I'll save you a spot.”

With a smile, Sonic clapped his hand on Tails’ shoulder. “Thanks, buddy!”

Before anyone else could try and delay him, Sonic booked it out of the room and in the direction of the communal showers. When he reached the locker room, all white save for the pale blue lockers, Sonic undressed, a shiver of anticipation coursing through him as he heard the water running.

He grabbed one of the folded white towels and wrapped it around his waist, hissing at the cold tiles against his pads. When he reached the large, open wall to wall shower room, Shadow was underneath the third to the left head on the farthest wall, and unfortunately, Espio was under the one in the middle of the opposite wall, the water making his fuschia skin turn a deep purple color. Sonic wondered if that was a chameleon thing, or just a trick of the light. 

Fuck, so much for something happening, not with the gold horned killjoy present. Sonic decided to take one of the heads on the wall where Shadow was, but not right next to him. While Sonic had never showered at work, he assumed it was the same rules as a urinal. At least one space between unless there was no other choice.

Sonic draped his towel over the partition and made his way over. He tried his best not to look at Shadow as he turned on the water and waited for it to heat up, but it was difficult. His lithe and strong form, now accentuated from the way the water dampened his fur and quills, was damn distracting. How had Sonic never noticed how damn sexy Shadow was before?

Well, maybe between the fatigues and how much they pissed each other off, but still… The water finally got hot enough for him and he stepped under the spray with an appreciative groan. “Shit, this water pressure is good,” he murmured more to himself than anyone.

Espio chuckled and said, “Don't tell anyone, otherwise these damn things will start having lines.”

While Shadow didn't respond, he made some sort of affirmative growl sound. To an outsider it would seem like Shadow was just agreeing, but Sonic couldn't help but shiver. To him, it sounded like he wanted Espio gone, and Sonic couldn't help but agree.

Maybe Espio got the hint, or maybe the guy was done with his shower, but he turned off the head and made his way to grab a towel. “I'll catch you guys later,” he said, departing without another word.

Sonic and Shadow were then alone in the shower. The exhilaration Sonic felt was palpable. He didn't dare make the first move, or say anything. He just took some deep breaths as he proceeded to grab the soap and scrub his torso. Just as he bent over to start on his legs, Sonic began to think maybe he completely misread Shadow’s eye contact.

That was when he felt warm hands cupping each ass cheek. “Hmmm… this feels intentional.” Shadow purred.

“Fuck,” Sonic groaned, standing upright as he leaned back into Shadow’s grip. 

Shadow let out a soft chuckle, squeezing Sonic’s cheeks firmly before that monster of a cock dragged across the globe of Sonic’s ass. He tsked. “You have a filthy fucking mouth.”

Again, his entire central nervous system was on fire, and Sonic couldn't help the breathy, “How’re you gonna shut me up?”

“Who said anything about shutting you up?” Shadow murmured into Sonic's ear when suddenly the warmth was gone.

Just as Sonic was about to turn around to figure out what Shadow was doing, those hands parted Sonic’s cheeks and he felt that talented tongue circle his rim. “Oh, fuck,” Sonic groaned and braced his hands against the wall, spreading his legs.

One of Shadow’s hands gripped his tail, lifting it up, as his tongue dove forward, pushing inside Sonic with gusto. His other hand slipped around to grip Sonic’s erection, and Shadow began stroking in time with the way his tongue was fucking in and out of his hole.

“Holy shit,” Sonic gasped, his legs now shaky as pleasure started burning through him like chaos energy.

The way Shadow hummed as his tongue reached impossibly deep inside Sonic’s channel, circling and making Sonic go cross-eyed as the pleasure intensified, caused a litany of whimpers and moans to escape Sonic’s throat. Shadow’s hand on his cock started moving faster, the water from the shower creating a slicker, faster stroke. 

Despite the fact that he had come a few hours ago, Sonic was embarrassingly close again. He had assumed it was because it had been a hot minute since the last time he got laid, but… Maybe it was something else. Something black and red, and unbelievably skilled. Shit, the funny thing was Sonic always assumed Shadow was a virgin. When Shadow wrapped his lips around Sonic’s pucker and his tongue delved deeper, Sonic couldn’t stop the cry of, “Fuck, Shadow!”

Suddenly that talented tongue was gone, and Sonic whimpered at the loss, feeling weirdly exposed, but Shadow never let go of his cock. Then Shadow’s breath was in Sonic’s ear and he could feel Shadow drag the head of his dick over Sonic’s sensitive hole. “You ever done that, Sonic? Been fucked?”

Sonic could feel that Shadow was jerking himself off in time with the way he was stroking Sonic, and it was making him dizzy. With a soft whimper, Sonic shook his head. “No,” he breathed out through a moan.

“Hmm,” Shadow said as he continued to jerk off, that monster still dragging over Sonic’s hole with each movement. 

The pace increased tenfold, and Sonic clutched at the tiled walls, feeling a full-body shudder as the heat pooling in his lower abdomen turned into a five-alarm fire, and he succumbed to pleasure. Sonic’s cum shot out and hit the wall, and his legs began to shake. That was when he heard Shadow groan deeply in his ear, and a beat later, he could feel Shadow coming on his hole.

It was dirty, and wrong, and fuck Sonic liked it. He may have never been on the receiving end of a dick, but… Shadow had him fucked up thinking about it. Just as he was starting to catch his breath, Shadow flipped Sonic around and slammed him against the cold wall. Before Sonic could react, Shadow’s lips were on his, and he groaned appreciatively as that tongue worked his mouth with the same expertise as his ass. Was this a form of ass-to-mouth? Sonic didn’t really care, as long as Shadow kept kissing him.

When Shadow drew back, he was just as breathless as Sonic, and he braced his forehead against Sonic’s. “Next time, I will fuck you. So, you better get a toy and start practicing.”

Sonic bit his lower lip and nodded. Fuck, he could not wait.

*****

The thing was, Shadow said there would be a next time, but the bastard never specified when, and what was even more annoying, Sonic didn’t have the guy’s number. After the hook up in the shower at work, he met up with Tails and Knuckles for a greasy fast food dinner. The second it was over, Sonic found the nearest sex shop, bought some lube and the biggest dildo he could find. It was a little bigger than Shadow’s cock, so he figured if he could take this, he would be more than ready.

That had been a week ago, and between separate missions, and somehow constantly missing each other at work, Sonic was starting to get a little antsy. Within a couple of days, he managed to work himself open enough to get the head of the dildo inside himself. By the third day, he got it pretty deep inside. And by day five, Sonic was fucking himself on it like it was his goddamn destiny.

Sonic was starting to go a little insane, his thoughts constantly on the heat of Shadow’s lips, the agility of his tongue, and the way his hands felt. Seven going on eight days was too damn long, so he did the only thing he could think of. He texted Rouge.

Sonic: Hey rouge. Can u do me a favor but b cool abt it

Bat Ass Bitch: Well, that depends on the favor, hon. 

Sonic: Can u send me shads #

Sonic watched those three little dots of torture for what felt like hours, but was probably no longer than ten seconds. Time slowed down to a glacial pace when one was horny out of their goddamn mind apparently.

Bat Ass Bitch: Why?

The urge to scream was overwhelming. Even though Sonic and Shadow had not talked about what happened between them, or communicated much out of the throes, it was pretty obvious Shadow wanted to keep this a secret, and honestly? So did Sonic. The last thing he needed was the judgy looks from his friends, and worse… the damn press. Those bastards were way too interested in Sonic’s love-life. When he and Amy split, all he saw for weeks were his and Amy’s pictures with over the top headlines splattered everywhere.

Fucking vultures.

Sonic: Made a bet w him & lost & figured hed wanna know

At that point, the three dots were mocking Sonic and his horniness.

Bat Ass Bitch: Fine, but if he asks who gave you his number, you lie. Got it?

Sonic: Yeah yeah ur the best!

After she sent the number, Sonic plugged it in his phone and decided to do a test first, just to make sure Rouge didn’t fuck with him and send him someone else’s number, like one of her exes, or Director Parr’s.

Sonic: Hey shads wyd

Unsurprisingly, he did not get an immediate response. So, in the meantime, Sonic grabbed the lube and dildo from his bedroom. Tails was off visiting his folks on West Side Island for the weekend, so he had the apartment to himself. Which was good considering what Sonic planned to do. As he sprawled out on the couch, Sonic slowly started massaging his rim with lube, only using his left hand in case Shadow replied.

Which he finally did after ten minutes.

HOT Topic: Who is this?

Sonic: Who else calls u shads

HOT Topic: Blue menace. How did you get this number?

Sonic: Magic u never answered my ?? wyd

HOT Topic: Are you having a medical emergency? Should I call you an ambulance?

Sonic: 🙄 what are you doing look I even spelled out r and u

As Sonic watched those three dots, he coated the dildo in lube and hiked his leg up on the backrest of the couch. He slowly started pushing it in, groaning out loud as he screwed his eyes shut and imagined it was Shadow’s cock. He felt the vibration of his phone against his palm and looked at it.

HOT Topic: Presently drinking coffee and reading the paper.

Sonic: Sheesh gramps r u doin the x-word 2

HOT Topic: I already finished it.

Sonic could help but laugh, but it came out as a moan because the dildo dragged across his prostate. “Fuck.” It was time to amp this up.

Sonic: Well I thought ud wanna know Ive been practicing

HOT Topic: Practicing what? How to annoy me?

With a grin, Sonic repositioned himself enough to get a picture of said monster dildo inside him. He took a couple of pictures, making sure to get his face in the shot. He even took a short video fucking himself with it.

Sonic: [image]

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As he waited for the attachments to upload, he dropped the phone on the coffee table and proceeded to fuck himself a little faster with the dildo. He dropped his head back against the couch, enjoying the fact he could moan as loud as he wanted. That was when he heard the tell-tale vibration. He had never moved so fast to grab his phone in his life.

HOT Topic: Are you alone?

Sonic: Yeah & I wish I wasnt

HOT Topic: Send me your address.

Sonic’s thumb flew across the phone keyboard at Mach speed. He used the dildo to stretch himself a little more as he waited for Shadow to appear. He honestly had no idea how far Shadow lived from him, all he knew was he and Rouge shared an apartment in some fancy high rise near the heart of Night Babylon, the Casino District. 

To Sonic’s pleasant surprise, in less than five minutes there was a knock on his front door. Sonic pulled the dildo out of his hole, placing it on the coffee table, ensuring it was on display. He made his way across the living room, yanking the door open, completely uncaring his erection was standing at attention.

Shadow stood there, in a button up shirt and slacks for some reason, his pupils dilating as he looked Sonic up and down, gaze lingering on Sonic’s dick, before he roughly grabbed Sonic by the quills, walking him back into the apartment and kicking the door shut behind him. Insistent lips collided with Sonic’s parted ones, and he groaned into Shadow’s mouth. As one of Shadow’s hands slipped to Sonic’s ass, he smoothly lifted Sonic into his arms.

Sonic didn’t miss a beat, wrapping his legs around Shadow’s waist. As he grabbed Shadow’s quills to hold on, he broke away from the kiss a little breathless. “Why are you dressed?”

That was met with a soft chuckle that sounded more like a growl. “Hiding an erection is easier with pants,” he said as he tossed Sonic onto the couch. Shadow bit the tip of the index finger of his right glove and pulled it off with his teeth while using his other hand to unbuckle the belt. That was when Shadow appeared to spot the lube soaked dildo standing at attention on the coffee table. “Been busy, huh?”

Sonic spread his legs, showing off his hole. “All week.”

That was met with a groan as Shadow kicked off his shoes and practically ripped the rest of his clothes off. He took himself in hand and started stroking. “On your hands and knees, hedgehog.”

The chill of pleasure that coursed through Sonic made him shudder. Under any other circumstance, Shadow’s bossiness would annoy the hell out of him, but like this? Sonic couldn’t wait to obey every order. He braced his hands on the couch cushions, pressing his face against one of the throw pillows as he hiked his hips up.

Shadow growled and said, “Need any more stretching or can you take me?”

“Fuck, Shadow, I’m so ready… please…”

He could feel the way the cushions shifted with Shadow’s weight as he settled behind Sonic. In his periphery he saw Shadow grab the bottle of lube. The crack of the lid opening made Sonic’s hole flutter in anticipation. He was giving up his anal virginity to his biggest rival and yet… Sonic had never been more excited for anything his entire life.

Eons went by as he waited with anticipation to feel Shadow for the first time. Then he heard the rip of a condom wrapper. Finally, Sonic felt the push of that enormous cock against his hole. It was warm, pulsing, real, and everything that stupid silicone dildo could never be.

Shadow hissed as he slowly sank inside Sonic’s hole. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

Despite all the practice, Sonic was still unprepared for the pleasurable pain of being split open on Shadow’s dick. Sonic moaned and couldn’t help but clench around that girth. “Fuck, fuck…”

As Shadow finally bottomed out, his fingers dug into the meat of Sonic’s hips, and he let out a slow exhale as he settled right there without moving, putting the right amount of pressure on Sonic’s prostate. “Tell me when you’re ready for me to start moving.” His voice came out even deeper than usual, which was saying something.

That full feeling had Sonic a little woozy and he let out a needy whine. Sonic clenched around Shadow’s girth purposely. “I’m not a fragile flower, Shads.”

Shadow’s grip on his hips tightened and he said, “You asked for it.” As Shadow slowly dragged his cock almost all the way out, in under a second, he slammed forward with such force, Sonic’s cries were muffled by the pillow he face planted into. Shadow’s pace was relentless, fucking into Sonic like it was a damn race, hips pistoning at a furious speed. 

“Oh, fuck! Fuck! Oh, fuck me!” Sonic was moaning between cries of pleasure, having never felt anything like this in his life. As he clawed the fabric of the couch, his channel fluttering at the brutal fucking, he knew this was the best sex of his life. His own cock was slapping against his abdomen from the way Shadow did not let up on his fast thrusts. 

On pure instinct, he went to grab his cock, and in a dizzying move, Shadow yanked Sonic upright, seating him on his dick, back now pressed against Shadow’s torso. Shadow bit Sonic’s ear and picked up his pace again, the new angle hitting Sonic’s prostate with ruthless force. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”

Sonic moaned even louder at the roughness, the growly way he asked that. “No,” he gasped out, the pleasure mounting, and mounting, and getting closer and closer to its peak. 

One of Shadow’s hands came up to his throat, wrapping around it without putting very much pressure. “You come when I tell you,” he growled, thrusts now faster and harder than before.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Sonic felt that familiar coiling, the peak, the proverbial edge, whatever other euphemisms existed, but in that moment he knew he was going to come untouched, which he thought was a damn myth. “Shads, please… please tell me I can come, I’m… I’m…” A vibrating pulse of pleasure coursed through Sonic, starting at his toes, and working its way through his entire being.

“Come for me,” Shadow breathed out, his own grunts of pleasure getting louder with each thrust.

Sonic could have cried as his entire body seized and he screamed, “Shads!” as he came, all over the couch cushions and pillow. He was shuddering as he came down from an intense high, his hole now growing overly sensitive as Shadow continued to fuck into him. 

Just as it was starting to get borderline painful, Shadow’s thrusts grew erratic until he moaned and slammed in one last time, his cock twitching against Sonic’s sensitive channel as he filled the condom. Shadow hummed, wrapping his arm around Sonic’s torso to hold him in place as he pressed a wet kiss to the side of Sonic’s face. “Fuck. I needed that.”

At that point, Sonic was pretty delirious from being literally fucked stupid. He relaxed back against Shadow and craned his neck to capture his lips in a kiss. “Shit, I’m gonna be walking funny.”

With another soft growl, Shadow said, “Good.”

*****

Anyway, so that’s how it all began. No world endings, no sex pheromones, no coercion. Just a fight turned fuck, and Sonic is not complaining in the slightest. Shadow fucks like a porn star, and Sonic is a little addicted to a damn talented tongue, big dick, and more than capable hands. Nothing else. Nope. Good sex is good sex, and he’s not about to turn that down, even if it happens on the desk of one of their superiors.

Hopefully there’s no cameras in Director Parr’s office.