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Sonic often wondered if the other ever caught him glimpsing at his toned, firm body when he inevitably came to save the hero’s behind. G.U.N must have been putting him through some extra rigorous training this year as the blue speedster thought his body now resembled a thick slab of chiseled steel. He could visibly imagine his thick, soft ebony fur glistening with sweat as he used his huge, unimaginable strength to yet again shred another robot to pieces.
The blue blur sighed softly, running his index finger across the rim of his martini glass while tracing his heroic, and ever shining emerald eyes around club Rouges gaudy, electric purple and pink bar. His silky, just recently washed blue fur floofed slightly as he spun the barstool seat around a couple circles, rewarding him a few dirty looks from the other more “mature” patrons.
He had to admit, he was bored. Bored practically to death. Eggie must have been on vacay with his brown hedgie boo, Sonic assumed. It was irritating that Ivo was getting all the positive press after proclaiming his love for the brunette Mobian and all that was left for Sonic was a few heroic cat saves and an “accidental” grocery store shoplift.
Sonic could see the doctor now. That stupid, yet crazy smart, uncharismatic, awkward mad scientist with explosive hearts in his eyes. It made the blur deeply sick. Robbie was such a gorgeous hedgehog, a gold-digging sugar baby, but an attractive man nonetheless and Sonic was more than aware that he could get whomever he chose. And yet, He chose Ivo Robotnik… a man known for his uncomfortable and socially awkward aura.
He wasn't sure who he felt more sorry for. Rob, who had to deal with Ivo’s spontaneous mental breakdowns and massive Adderall addiction (no sleep for the weary, I suppose), or Ivo himself who was stupid enough to fall for someone who obviously had nothing but rings on his mind.
Heh. Jealousy was certainly not one of Sonic’s most favored traits, but in the end, he was happy for them. Albeit primarily because it gave him some time to himself for once…
To do what exactly?
Because all Sonic had done for the past two hours was stare at all of the pretty little babes with gleams in their eyes and an unimaginable hunger for heroism. They were in luck too because the hedgehog was just as big as his ego or so he would gloat.
And yet. It felt like a waste of time, Sonic thought. Those babes could never satisfy him no matter how many times he climaxed. In reality, he wanted something different. Something special. Something… Dark. He wasn’t sure exactly what, but it left him deeply unsatisfied.
The fearless hero kicked his special, custom-designed red sneakers against the underside of the bar in boredom. These babies were a sponsorship deal with a very well-known, and highly collectible, shoe brand Sonic frequently shopped at. The endorsement deal was one of the last he made, over four months ago and was an estimated 250,000 ring deal.
It made the blur scoff at the thought that his net worth was more than he could ever spend in his lifetime and yet he hoarded his treasure like a dragon… Until his inevitable mental breakdowns where he would drop something of 50,000 rings in one day on total garbage. Anything to fill the void in his heart, he supposed, toys, cars, girls, whatever he wanted. It didn't even need to make sense if it gave him that little rush of dopamine he so desperately craved at times like this where he had so little to feel proud of.
It made him wonder if he too could buy partnership like the doctor did. He surely had the money. Amy bored Sonic to tears but some people, primarily of the male variety, interested him in a way most could not. They felt… dangerous. Scandalous even. It ticked a box in the hero's heart that nothing else seemed to. To be roughed up. To be taken. To be dominated...
Everyone was always so nice to him, Sonic complained. The fake smiles, hidden motivations and all. It all made his stomach churn with disgust. He wanted someone to tell him he was a piece of shit, which I suppose, deep down inside, was how he really felt about himself.
No amount of money or fame could stop his sexual attraction towards physical and verbal abuse… A thought that often left Sonic awake at night... He tried to keep his distance from such dangerous desires as both his therapist and he agreed, it would only lead to a toxic, co-dependent relationship. However, it never came close to stopping his craving. It only grew more powerful the older he became.
Likewise, he didn't just like to be beaten up for no reason, that was no fun. He wanted to be told off. He wanted someone to shove his head against the ground and go on about how immature he was. How he didn't deserve a single spat of respect. How his net worth meant nothing. Even how his fame was merely an illusion given to him by the government higher-ups. All of it. Affirm all those painful voices buried deep within his psyche.
I suppose Sonic wanted to hear the truth. His truth, as many other people already desired. But something about the thought made him always pause.
He wanted to be punished, that was for certain. However, it had to be within reason. Thus, it made him wonder if he also wanted to be rewarded accordingly, as well.
Sonic came back to reality just long enough to close his eyes and imagine a big strong male punishing him when he was bad and rewarding him when he actually did something right for a change. It felt good, a little too good, as he noticed his glistening fangs biting down on the bottom of his lip.
It was not that much of a surprise to him, he never remembered having a stable father figure as he was practically left at the disposal of the country's higher diplomats for as long as he could remember. A representative designed from birth to be the perfect example of everything a young Mobian male was supposed to be. A heroic, bright-eyed, handsome, charismatic, upstanding individual who could stand for everything holy and right, at least in the eyes of his government overlords.
Then, they decided, sometime along the way, that merely being a goody-goody wasn't good enough anymore. He wasn’t appealing to the kids and thus they made him “cool” or at least what many thought was cool at the time, sneakers, smirk, and all. He became the quintessential hip, cool 90's guy, but was left empty and repressed in the process. They created a “perfect” dude, yet secretly a monster. In reality, he had no idea what he was doing with himself, no idea where he was going, or who he wanted to become.
All he knew was he wanted to be daddied and that he despised Eggman with a burning passion even if he often came off as koi towards the man. In the end, he and Ivo were practically family at this point. Abusive family but family nonetheless. The speedy hedgehog's hate was superficial, his jealousy agonizing and childish but true and passionate. It didn’t stop him from gloating when Ivo got what he deserved, after all. He didn't want to be held to these ridiculous male standards any longer, and Ivo must have known this as he used the pressure against Sonic by being as genuine as possible, at least for the past few years. Hence, him finally finding what he claims to be true love.
Sonic snorted loudly before taking another long swig of his lukewarm martini.
And he says I’m the child… Sonic thought.
In reality, The blur just wanted to wrap himself up in a blanket, cuddle his thousands of stuffed animals and blow his brains out in one fail swoop.
One bam and it would be over.
His suffering of never living up to his own hype would come to an abrupt but glorious end.
And yet, Sonic still clung to the living world. He knew the moment that bullet passed through his brain, Ivo would win. He just could not let that happen and so he continued to sit at this lame little joint in practical silence, only breaking it when some lady had the guts to come over and flirt with him.
He felt alone, yes. Possibly even WAS alone even in the company of his best fox pal. But there was one man who kept him optimistic these days.
A true hero, the blue blur always thought. Someone who saved lives out of kindness and not peer pressure. A striking ebony hedgehog who gave Sonic's body exactly what it had always craved. Someone comparable to him in both looks and strength even someone more overbearing and stern than anyone he had previously encountered. No one expected anything of said ebony hedgehog and yet he surprised his commander time after time with his genuine empathy for others, even if he expressed it with his typical low monotone demeanor.
Sonic may know very little of his own inner desires but knew one thing was for certain… He wanted Shadow. He wanted to be him. Whatever price the agent named, the blur would give. He felt real to the little blue demon and it made him feel more alive than anyone before him ever could. The punishments time after time felt justified and while the hero maybe a piece of shit, only Sonic knew he was Shadow’s piece of shit.
The blur tried to keep his lust on the downlow, only gifting him when it felt appropriate. Birthdays, holidays, so on. But lately, Sonic had found himself struggling to contain his eagerness. Seeing those gorgeous crimson eyes light up with even the smallest hint of gratitude was intoxicating. It made him wonder that If Ivo could buy happiness and love, why couldn’t he?
Sonic soon released a low grumble before tightly wrapping his ungloved blue hand around the neck of his martini glass. Pressing into it enough to leave small imprints in the squishiest parts of his fingertips.
It hurt just enough to feel a small rush of excitement flood to the hedgies exposed crotch. Thankfully, his shame was carefully coiled inside of a tight flap of skin.
The blur knew he was a disaster, possibly even a mess of a Mobian. But a man hungry for even a small rush of endorphins. Thus, he contemplated a moment on how exactly he might get his fix tonight.
Maybe Shadiedaddy would like to play a little game with him? Just a small race around the city. Nothing special.
It made him wonder if Shadow might tackle him to the dirty ground and beat him up a little after his inevitable loss. To see that beautiful firm body in action up so close and personal was a gift from Choas, even if it lead to bruised tibias and black eyes in the process. It made the blur drool just at the thought. He wondered how long he could keep this stupid act up anyway. The ebony hedgehog was bound to find out eventually, right?
As Sonic continued to daydream his intoxication away, he pushed his fingertips even tighter around his alcohol, staring at his vaguely horny expression in its reflection as the glass started to show signs of cracking under the immense pressure.
Would he ever crack underneath the edgelords grip, he wondered? Would he cry out his name in both agony and pleasure just loud enough for him to discover the hero's pitiful secret? Would Shadow enjoy Sonic’s blatant masochism? Or instantly shove him away in disgust for being such a worthless little sub. Could said brat somehow convince the ebony to feed his desires albeit with money, empathy, or pleasure? Or was it hopeless.
Was Sonic hopeless…?
CRUUUNNNCCCH. Came the sound of the glass finally breaking underneath his intense, aggravated grip before shattering right in his hand. Shards of glass came shooting downward, a few slicing across his roughed-up fingers before dropping to the bar countertop below. The rest of his martini liquid soon followed, the alcohol bringing an intense burn to his now recently exposed wounds. The pain was a blessing in disguise, relieving him of some of the mental pain he felt moments earlier.
The blues boredom was satiated for the moment as a bartender rushed over to attend to his injuries. It wasn't until a familiar tan hand and voice resonated in his fluffy blue ears that he noticed this wasn't just any bartender.
“You alright there, babe? Ya seem to have spaced out.” A spicy, alluring, and seductive voice quired, her hands attempting to brush all the broken glass into a little trash bucket she had inside the other side of the bar.
It was then that Sonic’s mind shifted to hero mode, as he glanced up at the familiar beautiful face of one gorgeous bat, attempting to come off confused at her question.
“Oh, Rouge. I didn't know you were working tonight! I'm sorry ‘bout the glass. Sometimes, my incredible strength is beyond my memory, y'know? I'll give you a good tip to make up for it, kay?” The blur charmed, waving his hand in from of his nose in an attempt to come off more composed and chill than he actually was.
“Mmm. It's alright. No need to do that, babe. I have plenty of these martini glasses. We should probably get you cleaned up, though. My apartment upstairs has a shower.” The beautiful bat flirted back, her head tilting slightly in innocent playfulness.
Sonic’s heart instantly picked up when he noticed those alluring half-lidded teal eyes glaring at his now drenched, peach muscular torso free from a single strand of hair as he had just shaven this morning.
It was clear that she wanted more than to clean the hero up as a small towel would have been sufficient in the current situation. I suppose he DID come to the bar looking for a good time, but Rouge was certainly not on his initial list of options.
He remained still for a moment, thinking through the different options given to him. He could wait it out in hopes he might find a powerful daddy character or take her offer and not be disappointed if he left the bar alone. It was a difficult decision… Primarily because Rouge interested him very little at the moment in time.
After a few seconds of silent contemplation, he decided it was best to muse her a little to see if she had set her mind on the full hero package.
“You threatening me with a good time, Rouge?” The hero quired, his eyebrows raising slightly in seduction.
Her eyes widened effortlessly as her beautiful soft red lips curved into a seductive smirk.
She was gorgeous, that was for certain. Makeup soft yet striking and her short black cocktail dress tight and revealing. She was nice to look at, at the very least.
“Quite bold tonight, aren't we baby-boy? Well, I certainly would love to quench that boredom of yours when we close at midnight. In the meantime, you can head up there and get yourself all cleaned and ready.” She commanded, before moving her head across the bar towards Sonic, leaving her face inches from him.
The hero's breath hitched as her finger poked the tip of his protruding black nose, one of her sparkling teal eyes closing into a seductive wink.
Sonic sat a moment before turning himself around in his barstool and rolling his eyes in annoyance when he saw his other options. I suppose it couldn't be helped. The place looked dead and he was starting to lose his patience. His little soldier needed to fire by the end of the evening, anyway. Might as well get it over with.
He honestly contemplated if his hand might satisfy him more, but growled when he looked down to check on it.
His hand was injured, he remembered.
His right hand.
Well, that was a bust, he thought. I suppose he didn't have much of a better option anymore since he wasn't comfortable waltzing into a sex store unannounced. The talboids would have a field day with that one as he was looking more and more suspicious day by day. Sonic was certain that everyone was wondering the same conundrum, If Ivo Robotnik of all people could find a partner, why couldn't he and a sex toy store discovery would only further the publics' persona of him as a sex-hungry yet emotionally unavailable jock. That would not look good on his record. Not that Sonic really cared much for his image right now. He wanted to orgasm and that was the only thing that currently consumed his thoughts, but he needed to stay on top of himself in times such as this.
The downsides to being an iconic hero known for his “innocence”, he remembered. The moment you want something an adult wants, like sex, it's instantly seen as a scandal. The annoyance.
He coughed slightly from the intense cigarette smoke emanating from the dark, dank little pub, even more annoyed than a few minutes ago. He took one last sweep of the perimeter, noting any person who looked better than the current option but was disappointed when every man was either busy hitting on one of the scandalously dressed babes or clearly with one of said girls.
He turned around sharply, grumbling the whole way before glancing down at a small filthy-looking hand-towel placed below on the bar counter. He assumed it was Rouge that had left it for him to clean up his bloodied hand. The one day he decides to go gloveless of course must be the day when he needs to chaos-forsaken things. What a sucktacular evening.
He sighed once again, taking in a little more of the smoky atmosphere before finally accepting Rouge’s offer. At least she has nice breasts, he thought. Even if he was more in the mood to be strangled by a towering male dommy, it was better than nothing.
He swiftly grabbed the heavily stained towel, gently dabbing his still bleeding right hand while contemplating where exactly Rouge’s “apartment” was. She didn't give any clear instructions and he didn't want to go wandering aimlessly. Then again, he could end up running into Mr. Tall, Dark and Dominating if he kept his eyes peeled. Maybe it was worth the leisure.
He took one more long look around the establishment, wondering how Rouge could keep this place operating with the level of sexual assaults currently occurring at this very moment. Speaking of such, there was an old-fashioned jukebox in the right corner with two Mobians clearly making out just to the left on a black leather couch. The male had her pinned against said couch — her body pretty much completely overpowered by his grasps. It was too dark for Sonic to see any distinct features but the male was really going to town on the poor girl's neck and it gave Sonic an intense sexual rush right to his desperate crotch. She seemed to be playfully attempting to escape his grip, but it was clear that he had no intentions of letting go as he would snap her right back into place. Whether she actually wanted more or not did not seem to interest him.
Sonic paused a moment, enjoying the show more than he should, before rubbing his injured finger against his lips in heated desire. That girl was so lucky to have such a muscular guy interested in her. He could see the males rippling back muscles through his tight shirt, afterall. What the little blue hero would give to be under that other man, pretending to not be interested in the sexual expressions of the other while secretly grinding against his muscular thigh.
Suddenly, the male turned his upper torso a little showing his attire more clearly through the dense smoke. It looked as if it might be some kind of military uniform with a little tag on his stain-free, permed, and perfectly creaseless black shirt. “FIELD OFFICER - SOUTHEAST SPECIAL FORCES DIVISION” it read in bold black lettering. it made Sonic even more hungry for the man's tight grip as he knew how much he loved military brats. They were emotionless, monotone, tough and merciless. All things Sonic was craving at this moment in time. He wished he could know him more specifically but no name was present on the little plack and now that Sonic was about ready to jump the man, h could now tell from the slowly clearing smog that it was probably a hedgehog, a dark one and it made his heart jump into his throat.
He wanted this man. Bad. But as if fate hated pleasing Sonics fetishy mind, the hedgehog male slipped off the couch and away from his mate, the “lady” (now probably a male based on his physical build) sporting a matching uniform. The dark, mysterious hedgehog chuckled, pointing at “her” sternly and walking towards a thick steel door on the opposite side of the entrance Sonic walked in from a couple of hours ago. Sonic was left unbelievably curious where this man was going. The bathrooms were around the corner, Sonic knew that for certain. So, where was this patron escorting himself to? Based on the location and padlock, it looked as if it might be a storage room of some kind and as Mr. tall dark and handsome jabbed a quick code into the door’s padlock, Sonic began to panic that he might lose his chance to meet the man of his dreams.
In desperation, he made a sporadic decision to follow him, albeit carefully as to not startle anyone. Hay, if he gets beaten up by the other for following him, he certainly wouldn't mind it! He could go for a good beat down now… In more ways than one.
He didn't even care if the other was straight or worse, taken. He just had to know who he was! Hope fueled Sonic’s veins with that typical overbearing optimism that followed him everywhere he seemed to go.
“He has to like me, I'm Sonic the freakin Hedgehog.” The blue idiot concluded before taking sporadic large steps across the bar. Barging through anyone who stood in his way, with no regard for politeness. Certainly, won’t look good on his record but who cares anymore anyway. His mind was too absorbed with the fantasies of whom the man might be. Would he be willing to push the hero's buttons in all the right ways, Sonic wondered.
The walk seemed to flash by his eyes, as he was barely able to make out the techno-garbage music in the background. He released a long sigh of relief as he grabbed a hold of the handle to the door right before it slammed close. If this is where Rouge lived, he felt frustrated that the bat didn't even give him the stupid combination. He is lucky the mysterious man was here to let him in, to begin with.
The hedgehog with quills as dark as the midnight sky seemed to have vanished into the storage unit, which by glaring around its tight area, Sonic now noticed doubled as a stair-case and supply room, filled with hundreds of drink containers, glasses, wipes, and sprays. He could hear the sound of stuttered steps up the dark corridor of stairs, as he could vaguely make out the soft hums of some unrecognizable tune. The other had a very nice voice too… Sonic thought. It made the blue blur wondered if the character might want to sing with him while the hero jammed on his guitar or how wonderful that voice would sound growling when he pushed his thick member into the hero's now desperate tight cavern.
Sonic was excited… So excited that his forehead was beginning to dripping with erotic sweat. The guy seemed like a match made in heaven and the blur was too high on endorphins to really contemplate things past the infatuation of mystery. He bit down on his lower lip before slowly making his way up the stairs as to not startle the other character, He didn't want it to come off like he was stalking, after all, and before he could dive into another lude fantasy, he had already reached the top of the metallic steps.
When he finally reached the top, his eyes were assaulted by blinding lights and a long stretch of plain doors. The hallway was bleak, sporting sparsely painted white walls and concrete tile. Not a single window was present, giving Sonic a real twilight zone vibe.
It was very clear that Rouge put very little care into this area, most likely because customers weren't allowed up here. Not to mention Sonic could barely see anything as his eyes were still adjusting to the harsh light. He could hear the jangling of a set of keys and the click of a door opening.
It must be that sexy dommy guy! He has keys to Rouges apartment. How?!
The better question is why Rouge had never introduced him to this guy… Maybe a new member of G.U.N? A boyfriend? Friends with benefits?
The mystery was really starting to get to him now and as soon as his eyes fully adjusted, he could finally introduce himself.
“What are YOU doing here? Following me? Whatta little snake.” An extremely familiar dark, monotone voice insulted, a low grumble of disappointment soon following.
Sonic could feel a thick lump form in his throat. That voice… It couldn't be.