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“You want this, right honey?” Her silky voice asked in a tone that only had one right answer.

Unable to deny her–even though his body and mind yearned for it, he could do nothing more than nod his head and try to zone out.

She giggled softly and pushed his thighs apart further, paws reaching for an organ Silver couldn't help but hate in the moment.

Mephiles sighed for what felt like the umpteenth time within the hour, he couldn't help but pity the hedgehog he watched.

It was supposed to be a party–not that he was invited, but it had meant to raise spirits. To congratulate the new couple for their relationship.

There were Mobian’s scattered through the room–some conversing, others eating, fewer in the corners, watching.

But it felt like anything but a celebration as he watched the purple cat slide her paw up his interest's thigh, and then squeeze when Silver tried to close his legs. 

There was a stutter in the conversation Silver held with the pink hedgehog, and Amy raised an eyebrow but didn't comment.

It was disgraceful to watch, it felt bad to see it happen, he resisted the urge to turn away and leave the window he was watching through.

He felt almost guilty to see his once enemy like this, like a shell of himself. The once bright eyes are now dull and empty. His naïve and social nature was limited by the purple paws that held him tight.

When looking at it from how past him might've, this was enjoyable–perfect even. Not even Mephiles himself was aware of when his feeling began to shift.

Perhaps it was when he had woken up with the majority of his memories gone, and he felt drawn to the figure who so closely resembled the sun.

Maybe even when he saw the hedgehog get deathly sick, and yet the idiot refused to rest–the future waited for no Mobian, as the time traveler had stated.

Or maybe when Silver's mask shattered, and left multiple casualties when his autonomy was threatened.

Or even when he–.. it wasn't really about ‘when,’ was it?

Mephiles was there, now, watching his interest get violated in a way past Silver never would have allowed. He was there, as a protective heat flooded his veins and he imagined ways to tear the cat limb from limb.

Though, maybe it was too late. Maybe the present Silver would never see the abuse–be too caught up in the way the cat's gloved claws dug into his fur, and she took over the conversation.

Maybe Silver had come to terms with his loss of self, maybe Silver enjoyed the control the cat exhibited. Maybe it was too late. 

But his ears perked when the ivory hedgehog excused himself, much to the irate of the cat, and maybe, just maybe, it wasn't too late.

His body moved before he even understood what he was doing, melting into a puddle and slipping into the bathroom that was Silver's target.

He was practically invisible in the dark bathtub he had hidden in, and thank Solaris that Silver hadn't noticed him.

The bathroom door slid shut and clicked with the metal lock that wouldn't really do anything, and, for a minute after the light had been flicked on, Silver just stood at the mirror. Staring at himself like he didn't recognize his reflection.

Gloved paws reached up and caressed his cheek, before pulling the skin and watching it stretch.

Silver stared blankly, and, even though Mephiles had seen a lot, it was easily one of the more disturbing things on the list. 

He chose that moment to move from the tub, slowly he made his way around Silver's paws and to the opening of the door, and he reformed himself.

Silver immediately saw him, eyes widening and mouth opening–maybe to scream–but Mephiles had paws again and he clamped them on Silver's muzzle, successfully shutting down any attempt at noise.

He had apparently shocked the ivory hedgehog more than he had intended to, because he was able to get the words, “Don't scream,” out before the cyan glow jolted him back, straight into the door with an audible thunk, thankfully the music covered the noise.

Mercy was granted to Mephiles, though, as Silver didn't immediately start yelling, but he saw multiple emotions cross the hedgehog's face before he whisper-yelled “You're alive!?”

Silver looked terrified, relieved, surprised, and furious all at the same time, it was messing with his head, “Unrelated,” He wheezed out when Silver's paws clenched, subsequently squishing his ribs.

Silver growled and fury won the raging war of emotions in his eyes, but before the hedgehog could enquire, Mephiles spoke, “I have a proposition for you,” far too breathily for his taste, Silver's power had grown, he mused.

“What do you mean, a proposition? ” The telekinetic huffed angrily, squeezing Mephiles just a little tighter out of spite.

Also out of spite, Mephiles resists the urge to liquefy and escape–maybe teach the hedgehog a lesson, but Mephiles is not there for a fight.

“Leave,” He coughs out, “Leave this place, come with me,” He finally states, and, maybe out of pure shock, Silver releases the cyan aura and Mephiles barely catches himself.

There's a second of silence that causes Mephiles to meet Silver's eye, and a cold sweat goes through him at the sheer volatility.

“Why. The fuck, should I go with you, Mephiles?” The ivory hedgehog grinds out, taking a step closer and looking about ready to kill Mephiles himself.

In this moment, Mephiles goes through a series of regrets, of not planning further, of his choice of words, of not trying sooner, and in general, he regrets angering Silver.

“Why should I, who has loving friends and a fiancé, a family, go with you,” Silver jabs a finger into his chest, “Some fake God, who manipulated me, and tried to kill my friends.” 

And, for no reason at all, the words cut deep, it also gave him the final bit of context to fully understand what happened that day. Looking into the furious whirlwind of Silver's eyes, he realized he'd need to stand firm if he wanted to get it through to the hedgehog.

“Because you don't love her.” He states unwavering, meeting Silver's gaze as he saw the war rage on in real time.

Confusion, realization, desperation, anger, righteousness, hesitation.

The hedgehog's throat bobbed as he opened and closed his mouth, looking for an answer? An excuse? Something to argue with?

“Y-your wrong. You- you don't know anything! You're just- trying to manipulate me again!” Silver rushed out, paws illuminating with cyan, maybe going to push him away.

But they both freeze when the click of heels echoes in the hallway, and a smooth voice calls out, “Silver? Are you okay in there?” stopping right in front of the bathroom door, right behind Mephiles.

Silver panics, the cyan aura drains like fire under water and his gloved paws clamp uselessly on Mephiles’ jaw, surprising him more than anything as he yells back, “Yes honey! Just a few minutes!” 

Mephiles resists the urge to hurt the purple furred menace as he tries to ignore the warmth from Silver’s paws on his face, certainly not the first time he'd imagined it, but it was so distracting.

“Are you sure? You’ve been in there an awfully long time, the cake is almost ready!” She says from the other side of the door, attempting the handle to find it locked.

Silver huffs and unintentionally sinks lower and into Mephiles and mutters about hating cake. Mephiles has to take a few very deep breaths to stay calm under the warm fluff of his interest, “Yes! Sorry, dear! I’ll be out soon!” Silver promises, and Mephiles hopes he’s lying.

The cat murmurs something that's muffled by the door, but Mephiles can't bring himself to care to listen as he practically breathes in Silver's chest fur.

Once the click of heels recedes down the hallway, Silver seems to become aware of their position as he scrambles back, red-faced and avoiding eye contact. 

He resists the urge to tease his interest, finding the hedgehog’s embarrassment humorous.

“Mephiles, I don't know how you got here–or how you survived, but there's no way I'm going with you.. Anywhere. Just- get out of my house,” Silver meets Mephiles eye again, and he thinks he sees something, “And don't come back. You won't be welcome.” 

It sounds like the nail in a coffin, but Mephiles feels his face pull taut in a mouthless grin, because, even though he was rejected, he saw Silver genuinely consider it.

It's not too late, is what repeats in his head over and over again as he seeps through the boards of the house, leaving Silver alone to face his decision.

“You can't lie to me, you know?” Blaze calmly stated, taking a sip from her too-perfect tea.

Silver's blood turns to ice as her cold, calculating eyes land on him.

He thinks she can see right through him.

The nights he spent up, regretting his decision to marry his best friend. And, more recently, his decision to not take Mephiles' offer.

After the conversation–intervention?–it was all he thought about anymore. Not saving the future, not enjoying his limited time with his loved ones, but why Mephiles made the offer.

Why Mephiles made the offer.

He knew he wasn't like he used to be–wasn't that natural? But for someone he thought he killed, for someone who should hate his guts, to be the first to offer solace.

He should hate Mephiles' guts too, after everything, but he can't feel any hate anymore, while Blaze stares at him like the monsters they used to destroy.

He can't feel anything really, but a vague sense of fear and apathy.

“I know what happened that night.” Blaze huffed, and Silver snapped out of his thoughts.

He knows Blaze is lying. She couldn't possibly know–and even if she did , she would be impossibly angrier. At Mephiles for surviving, at Silver for not killing him, at Mephiles for trying to whisk him away, at Silver, for considering it.

“Nothing happened, can we just go to bed?” He rolled his eyes. 

It was the wrong decision as he watched Blaze's eyes narrow and claws extend. 

He never liked cats, really.

He watched as his interest limped to the training ground near his house, the one Silver had been neglecting recently. 

It was a new development–not the limping, as much as it made his blood boil, he knew how rough the cat could get. But rather the fact Silver was visiting the training ground at all.

Especially as psychokinetic bolts of energy shot at random, disrupting nature and tearing down trees as easy as dominos, while Silver stumbled. Mephiles couldn’t tell if it was because of the exertion, or the injuries.

It hadn’t always been that way.

Blaze used to be loving, caring, beautiful both inside and out–practically the perfect partner in every sense of the word. The way they fought so easily side by side, how Blaze tended to his wounds after the harshest battles, how they were practically inseparable by any means.

It hadn’t been an overnight change–Silver wasn’t even aware when it had first started, he couldn’t even begin to guess as to why.  

As he shot another blast of energy out, he silently grieved the love he once knew. The best friend he once knew. 

He silently grieved the future they could have had together, happy, in love.

He silently grieved the life he had, the unwelcome present, the dreadful future, refusing to acknowledge the half-god’s offer.

He watched as Silver’s aim slowly grew more sporadic, uncontrolled and unsafe, and if he had a mouth, he would have frowned.

Silver had said not to come back to the house, right? Not the field Silver took his anger out on? He hadn’t actually cared for what Silver said–the ivory hedgehog never caught him anyway.

As another blast shook the trees around him, and nearly toppled Silver over, Mephiles decided he needed to do something. With an alibi on his tongue he dipped into the firing grounds and tried to make his footfalls as perceivable as possible.

“Silver,” He greeted once he was close enough to do so, and the hedgehog who Mephiles had assumed either hadn’t heard him, or had been ignoring him, whipped around to stare at him.

The cyan glow was still bright on Silver, “Mephiles! What do you want!?” His interest barked out, aiming his unsteady paws to Mephiles, who stood still.

“Calm down, I didn’t come here to fight,” He stated honestly, keeping his paws carefully in view of the hedgehog.

Silver narrowed his eyes, but his shoulders minimally relaxed, Mephiles took it as permission to continue, “I wanted to enquire if you had reconsidered my proposition,” 

Silver tensed again and opened his mouth to speak, but Mephiles didn’t let him, “I must commend your dedication, but you have to admit,” He paused for dramatic effect, taking great pleasure in Silver’s scowl, “She is not good for you.” 

“You do not get to tell me what's good for me,” Silver spat out, and Mephiles narrowed his eyes.

“So you’re saying Blaze treats you well?” He challenges, when Silver’s ears tilt back and he opens his mouth to retort, Mephiles continues, “That she does not regularly assault you?” and Silver’s mouth shuts with an audible click, “That she does not disregard your wishes? Your consent?” 

And he can see the hot shame grow on Silver’s cheeks, his eyes nothing more than pinpricks and his ears so far back, they practically blend in with his skull.

“Th-that’s not-”

“Be honest with me, Silver,” He cuts off the half baked excuse, finding no pleasure in the way his interest flinches, “Do you really love her? Or do you just not know what to do?” 

Silver growls like a rabid animal, much too similar to earthly replicas Mephiles had only ever seen once before, it unnerved him far more than anything Silver could say.

“You don’t know what you're talking about,” The hedgehog grits out, not even activating his power before lunging at Mephiles.

Fortunately, or maybe not, Mephiles expected this outcome, he raised off the ground to dodge the attack–he had no interest in hurting Silver, “Do I? Do I really, Silver? Or are you in denial?” 

Silver grunts harshly, finally rediscovering his psychokinesis and catapulting himself at Mephiles, who simply moves to the left and out of range, “You cannot honestly tell me you haven’t noticed it. Really, Silver, you are one of the smartest creatures I know,” 

A bolt of energy knocks him off course, sending him to the ground with a hard thump, “Shut up!” Silver snaps, dashing to the ground with a closed fist, intending to make contact with Mephiles.

Mephiles huffs as he moves again, Solaris , it had been too long since his last fight, “You know I’m right,” He breathes, dodging another bolt of energy that whizzed by like a bullet, “Please, just come with me, Silver,” He lets go of his ego.

Silver mattered more.

The word made the ivory hedgehog stumble, falling to his hands and knees as he screamed out, “ Why!?” And, for a moment, Mephiles hadn’t understood.

He stared at Silver on the ground, tears brimming his eyes as cyan aura whipped and sizzled around his body, creating a rather intimidating image.

“Why!? Why you!? Of everyone- you! I don’t understand! Why, Mephiles?” The words tore out of Silver’s chest, each one acting as a knife to his gut as he understood.

Silver trembled, before a sob crumbled his body, and another shook it, one after the other, Silver cried on the forest floor. Mephiles stared for another second, before he sighed.

He carefully walked to the trembling figure of his interest and crouched down next to him, the details of untidy quills and dirt struck fur now apparent as Silver coughed and resumed his tears.

He sat down, legs crossed as he pulled Silver into his lap, and surprisingly, or maybe not, Silver didn’t fight it, just cried harder as Mephiles began carding through the fur.

“When I woke up, a few years ago, now, I think, I couldn't remember anything,” He quietly confessed, and while Silver’s hiccups and sobs didn’t slow, he could tell the hedgehog was paying attention.

“At first, I just walked around, thinking maybe I could find something to jog my memory–that never worked, by the way, but I did find something interesting,” He paused to stare at the quieting figure in his lap for a second, “Something very interesting,”

“He was like the sun, and, while I didn’t remember much at the time, I knew I loved the sun. He was bright, and distracting, and, somehow, always there.” He recalled seeing Silver for the first time–at least after his ‘death.’

“He came out of nowhere, and I couldn’t stop myself from following him around,” He reminisced, fingers pausing at a particularly tough knot in Silver’s fur.

His rambling was cut off when Silver wetly asked, “Wait, you were following me? For years?” Kind of incredulous.

Mephiles didn’t answer him, but instead looked away and continued his story, much to Silver’s chagrin, “And I watched this embodiment of the sun for years, before he married his best friend,” and Silver grimaced.

“I watched his disastrous marriage fail time and time again as she destroyed my sun, until he was but a powerless husk,” and Mephiles felt a grin tug at his mouthless face as Silver dug his claws into Mephiles thigh, maybe out of embarrassment.

Either way, Mephiles continued to card through the ivory quills–something that might just become his favorite activity, “I couldn’t stand it, I felt like I needed to do something, if not for me, then for my sun.”

There was a pause before Mephiles finished, “I offered you a way out, and I’m not giving up until you take it. If not for you, then for me.” And Silver’s golden eyes finally peeked over his quills to meet Mephiles gaze.

“So tell me, Silver, have you reconsidered my proposition?” He asks softly, eyes tracing the red rimming of Silver’s eyes, the tear streaked cheeks, the pout, it was adorable, it was Silver, it was perfect.

Silver breathed in and paused, he paused for long enough that Mephiles thought he was going to decline again, but, instead, Silver dropped his head and hugged Mephiles waist, “I think I do,” the ivory hedgehog murmured into Mephiles fur.

It was adorable.

It was Silver.

It was perfect.

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“What is this place?” Silver asks carefully, trailing a finger along the dusty wooden walls that held the structure up. 

Mephiles’ lime eyes draw to Silver’s movements, “It's a safe house,” He says, “I have a couple around here.” And Silver raises an eyebrow at him, drawing his finger back and shaking off the dust.

“You? Why would you need a safe house?” He walks over to an unopened box, peeling back the tape to see a few blankets, and it’s stocked? He mused.

“I don’t. Decorating was entertaining for when I wasn’t stalking you,” Mephiles murmured, grabbing a smaller box on the other side of the room while Silver rolled his eyes. It wasn’t a very pretty or luxurious place, but certainly more than Silver ever would have expected.

Silver huffed, stirring the settled dirt into the air again. It was really fucking dusty, “Say, when’s the last time you’ve even been here?” He coughed as dirt entered his lungs.

Mephiles stayed silent for a moment as he took the coverings off a loveseat, revealing old and flat cushions. “It’s been a while,” The half god confessed quietly, picking up another box and dumping its contents on the ground.

Silverware and utensils clattered to the ground, and Silver winced at the sound.

“This is where we’ll be staying for a while, you may as well get comfortable.” Mephiles said as he sorted the silverware and placed it in a drawer next to a faulty sink. 

It would definitely take some work, but, as Silver stared at the half god basking in the sunlight seeping in through the window, in what would be their house, it felt worth it.

“I call the biggest bedroom!” He grinned, snatching a fluffy white blanket from the box he had been hovering above.

Mephiles had turned his head slightly to smirk at Silver in amusement, “There’s only one bedroom, Silver,” He informed the hedgehog, who scoffed and rolled his eyes.

Sleeping with Mephiles for the first time had been awkward, strained. Silver had mostly laid there under the fluffy blanket, staring into the distance and tensing every time Mephiles even twitched.

He couldn’t sleep, his mind kept replaying every night with Blaze, how she would cling to him and how it got too hot too fast. Her claws would dig into his ribs and she would whisper promises into his ear.

She would curl her tail around his ankle and guide his paws to rest around her waist. It was always uncomfortable, and his natural aversion to touch made it incredibly difficult to get even a wink of sleep.

She’d kick him in her sleep, and when she’d wake up and see Silver had been laying awake the whole time, she’d be mad at him, not let him sleep the rest of the day. 

It made it hard to sleep–ever. He felt paranoid every time he hit a mattress and his body stressed because of the lack of sleep. It was a destructive cycle, staying awake until he collapsed.

And when Mephiles’ still gloved paws brush Silver’s arm in his sleep, Silver’s heart raced and his eyes blurred, terrified to move, terrified to react, because if Blaze realizes he’s still awake–or worse, if she’s in the ‘mood.’

And then Mephiles drew back, and Silver calmed down.

When Mephiles had woken up the next morning, with the sun peeking over the horizon and his internal clock informing him it was around seven, Silver hoped he could hide his eyebags. 

He pretended to sleep at first–delay the inevitable or whatever, but he’s sure Mephiles knew, the half god dragged his body out of the bed and Silver assumed he went to the kitchen.

Maybe to work on it, maybe to wait for Silver.

It took another ten minutes for Silver to gather the courage to open his eyes, and another to peel the blanket back and place his socked feet on the cool floorboards. 

He carefully made his way to the kitchen, scared to be too loud–Blaze hated noise in the morning–scared to breathe, really. But Mephiles was just standing in front of the gas stove that was probably older than Silver, doing something.

His first thought was that Mephiles was waiting for Silver to apologize, maybe for not sleeping the night before, or not expressing his discomfort, but the smell hit him and he realized Mephiles was making food.

Silver was really learning a lot about this guy–he has multiple safe houses, and can cook?

His anxiety simmered down until Mephiles turned the stove off and served two plates on the ikea table Mephiles had in storage, where it bubbled to the surface again as he caught the half gods eye.

“You didn’t sleep well,” Mephiles states more than asks after a moment, and Silver tenses. 

He opens his mouth maybe to apologize, maybe to offer an excuse or anything, but it just closes uselessly again, and he wrings his paws together, avoiding the arguably beautiful color of Mephiles’ eye.

Mephiles sighs after a moment, and gestures to the two plates placed opposite of each other, “Come sit, let's eat.” He offers, and Silver hesitantly walks over and chooses a seat, Mephiles sits after Silver.

The eggs and bacon were one of the best meals he’s had in quite a long time, flavor melting on his tongue. What Silver was more curious about though, was how the food phased through Mephiles’ muzzle. 

There was no obvious mouth, but it went through without a problem, Silver’s thoughts strayed after a moment, and he jumped when Mephiles asked, “Why did you not sleep?” 

Silver gulps and stares at the now mostly empty plate, wishing he wasn’t so scared. Seriously, he’s saved the future, multiple times now, but he was scared to sleep with another person.

He’s seen unspeakable horrors and lived through them, but being touched sends him into a panic attack, what was wrong with him? Tears blur his vision as he realizes he couldn’t speak.

He waited for Mephiles to be angry, to call him names, to try and force an answer out of him, but it never came. Mephiles sat patiently, waiting for Silver to speak when he was ready.

The thought alone made it even more difficult to speak–why was Mephiles being so kind? Eventually, Mephiles realized he wasn’t going to, and he softly said, “You know, I don’t need sleep, it would be perfectly fine if you wanted the bed to yourself,” And Silver felt like crying all over again.

He opens his mouth to say something along the lines of ‘ you don’t have to ’ but Mephiles beats him to it, “I could spend the night working on the house, it would be fine, Silver.” And he sounds so genuine.

Silver barely conceals a sob, meeting Mephiles’ eyes for a split second before letting his head fall and murmuring, “I-.. If you.. I wouldn’t mind,”

“Do you like this brand?” Mephiles asked, handing him a bottle of fur softener and dragging him out of his thoughts.

Two things immediately occurred to him, one, he had never been asked that before. Two, he had no idea what any of the words on the bottle meant.

“Uh,” He starts, taking the bottle and trying to read it–the words barely made any sense and Silver had never considered there would be brands for the product, “I, uh, I dunno,” He states, intelligently.

Blaze mostly handled their bathroom materials, Silver had been happy to have anything along those lines–crisis city wasn’t a place you stayed ‘clean.’ 

Mephiles raises an eyebrow, but carefully takes the bottle and places it in the cart, “When you use it, let me know, then,” He turns back to the isle, picking up something else and reading it, “If you don’t like it we can come pick another,” He says absently, like he didn’t just completely shift Silver’s view on the world, again.

He barely stops himself from asking, ‘really?’ because he’d never considered picking another, much less been asked about it. Silver felt himself swoon a little.

“Um, I’m going out,” Silver says as he peeked into the bedroom where Mephiles sat, reading a book. His eyes dragged along Mephiles’ figure for a moment–aside from the fact he looked like Shadow, Mephiles was beautiful. 

Lime eyes met his and Mephiles raised an eyebrow, “Okay? You don’t have to tell me,” He huffs, gaze dropping back to his book.

Silver paused. Blaze always made him tell her where he was going, said she ‘needed to know where he was going’ ‘always’ ‘in case he got hurt,’ and Silver had believed her.

Sure, it wasn’t exactly comfortable being watched all the time, but Blaze had said it was for his safety. Apparently, Silver stood at the doorway watching him for too long, because Mephiles spoke again, “Seriously, Silver, you don’t need to tell me anything, it’s your life.” 

It surprised Silver. Not only was Mephiles not demanding to know where he was going, he said he was okay not to tell him anything?

Kind of shell shocked, he backed away. Another piece of what he thought was ‘normal’ shattered, again.

Silver felt anxious. Not for any particular reason, but it felt like the walls were smaller than before and the air more stifling, claustrophobia seeping into the cracks of his mind like a flood.

He couldn’t focus on the words on the page as the feeling got worse, his fur felt too hot and the natural light too bright. 

The feeling steadily grew and came to a head when Mephiles stood up. Silver was sitting on the love seat and Mephiles, on the other side of the room at the dining table had pushed his chair back and stood.

Silver flinched hard and the book clattered to the ground–within the blink of an eye Mephiles and a multitude of other items scattered around were encased in a cyan aura, and unable to move.

Silver started hyperventilating–the walls were too close, light too bright, ambiance too loud and the feeling of Mephiles in his aura too much–all of it, it was too much.

Time froze and Silver couldn’t move, like he was trapped in his own aura, but a sound caught his attention.

“Silver?” Someone said softly–Silver was breathing too loud to make it out, “Silver,” They repeated louder, and Silver flinched again, unintentionally tightening his grip on the aura.

Someone grunted and said “Silver!” Louder, and Silver’s eyes flew open, still hyperventilating as Mephiles stared at him intensely from the other side of the small room, “Silver, breathe,” 

The voice was Mephiles’ Silver realized, and his breathing stuttered, “Oh my-” Silver released his hold and curled in on himself, “I’m so sorry-” Mephiles was by his side in a second, gently resting a paw on his shoulder.

“Silver, it’s okay, what happened?” Mephiles softly asked, sitting next to him and hauling the hedgehog into his lap.

“I’m sorry! I- I don’t- I don’t know!” He cried out, Blaze hated when he lost control, but instead of Blaze’s yelling or fire, paws carded through his quills.

“It’s okay, you're okay, I’m okay, it’s okay, Silver,” Mephiles whispered, and Silver hugged him and let the tears fall.

They sat like that for a second, Silver crying into Mephiles’ chest fur like he had that one day in the field, many weeks ago by now. 

“It’s okay, Silver, are you okay with telling me what happened?” He asked quietly, hands never pausing in Silver’s quills. 

Silver sniffled, “I don’t know.. Blaze.. I was just thinking, about it,” He mumbled into Mephiles’ chest.

After another moment, Silver looked up into Mephiles’ eyes, “I’m glad you saved me,” He confessed and dropped his head back into Mephiles’ chest, breathing slowly as he calmed down.

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” Mephiles said again, carefully pushing Silver into the bed as he sifted through the bedside drawer, pulling out a small bottle. The back of Silver’s knees met the bed frame and Mephiles stood between his legs.

“Shut up, you said I could do what I wanted to, and this is what I want,” He anxiously argued, trying to relax into the bed as Mephiles raised a concerned eyebrow at him. 

Silver didn’t have good memories with sex. Blaze had rarely been gentle, and Silver’s consent was dubious at best, it was never about pleasuring him, only her. But Silver had been told all about how good it felt, from various places he trusted–namely social media. 

He wanted to know what it was supposed to feel like, not the forced, painful acts Blaze made him do, but the comfort and love that came along with physical vulnerability. 

He also trusted Mephiles, to do it properly and to make sure it didn’t hurt.

“..If you’re sure, do you have a safe word?” Mephiles said after a moment, removing the gloves and shoes from his form, revealing soft looking paws with the cyan reaching both his ring and middle finger. 

“Safe word?” He enquired, reaching out to grab the paw that wasn’t holding the lube, taking it in his own and feeling the fur and paw pads.

“A sign to stop–like if I’m doing something you don’t like, you say your safe word and I stop,” Mephiles explained, one of his claws catching the top of Silver’s glove, and he gently pulled it off, showing Silver’s own paw.

Silver took the other one off, “Oh, hm, I don’t know, I guess I like cinnamon?” He carefully brushed his paws against Mephiles’ hips, and after no reaction he gently placed them on him. His fur was soft and he was warm.

“That’s fine, my safe word is basil.” He said as his tail wagged and he leaned over Silver a little more, “Can I kiss you?” 

Silver tilted his head and nearly giggled, “How? Mephiles you don’t have a mouth,” He pointed out with a grin and Mephiles’ eyes darken, sending a shiver down Silver’s spine.

Then a cracking sound started and Silver stared with wide eyes as Mephiles’ muzzle cracked and split into something that vaguely resembled a mouth. A long, vaguely snake-like tongue protruded and Silver felt heat grow in his gut.

“Oh.” He started dumbly, watching the tissue pulse. 

Mephiles smirked and leaned closer, the black tongue got way too close to his face for it not to be in his mouth yet. It kind of irritated him, “I can’t hold this form for long, but is this enough of a mouth for you?” And Silver gulped.

“Yes, please kiss me,” He breathed out, unable to do anything else but close his eyes as Mephiles drew his tongue back and met his lips, it was somewhere in this moment that Silver realized he had no idea how to kiss.

His eyes shot open as Mephiles’ paw landed on his waist and he pulled Silver closer and a vaguely tooth shaped object dug into his lip and he gasped. In a second the black tongue-like tissue darted out and into Silver’s mouth, and it was such a foreign feeling as it began to move in him, searching every corner of his mouth.

He whined as he tasted something kind of sweet and blood–likely his own, and he choked when the organ went deeper, threatening his non-existent gag reflex. His paws reached up farther, from his hips to his waist until they reached his quills, he pulled the half-god in closer as his tongue began pumping into his mouth.

He moaned around the organ, and the heat stirring in his gut hit a focal point when Mephiles’ knee unintentionally dug into it. 

A moment too long and Silver actually began to choke–he realized quite early that Mephiles didn’t need basic sustenance, including air, but Silver did. He did, in fact, need to breathe.

He jerked back and the spit-soaked organ was pulled out of his mouth, he coughed and moaned at the feeling, “Chaos- How-” He coughed, “How long, have you been able to do that?” He caught his breath as he leaned back and he saw Mephiles’ blushing face as the blackened organ slid back into his mouth.

It was beautiful.

Lime eyes darted away from Silver’s face as he confessed, “For a while, now. I saw Sonic kissing Shadow and realized the use of having a form with a mouth,” And Silver did a double take.

“You saw what!? ” He barked out and Mephiles met his gaze in surprise, paws moving lower from his waist and Silver was reminded of his growing problem.

His pouch was swelling, but so was Mephiles’. “You didn’t know? I thought they-” 

“Nevermind- we can talk about that later, I need you in me, now,” He cut off the half-god, hips instinctually grinding down to try and get friction. He gasped when he felt Mephiles under him and he tried to reach the feeling over and over again.

Mephiles let out a sigh but grabbed Silver’s hips, freezing the movement. His cock slid out the slit and Silver whined, “Hold on,” Mephiles said, breathily, “I need to stretch you,” 

Silver grunted in irritation as Mephiles ignored him and reached for the lube, Silver’s paws tightened in Mephiles’ quills again as he dragged the half god down and back into a kiss, surprising both of them as Silver tried to get the tongue back out.

Mephiles snorted as he licked into Silver’s mouth, paws simultaneously coating two fingers in a generous amount of lube and he continued to fuck Silver’s mouth. The hedgehog moaned around the tongue as a finger prodded at his entrance. 

Much to Silver’s disappointment, Mephiles drew back, leaving a trail of saliva from both of their mouths as Mephiles huffed out, “This is going to feel weird–remember your safe word? Use it if you need to,” He warned.

And with that, a clawed finger pushed in. It barely made any distance before pausing as Silver’s eyes widened, “Is this okay?” Mephiles asked carefully, finger frozen as the other gripped at Silver’s hip.

“It's-.. weird,” He admitted, squirming at the sensation. Mephiles kind of smirked–it was hard to tell with the hole that barely constituted a mouth. 

“It should get better, just give it a few minutes,” Mephiles said and Silver moved more, furrowing his eyebrows as his body couldn’t decide if it wanted more or less.  

Then Mephiles moved, Silver gasped as the finger slowly pushed deeper into him and he started to understand what Mephiles meant. At first it was kind of overwhelming, the new feeling being weird, but now it was slow, underwhelming and Silver suddenly decided he needed more.

He jerked his hips down, legs crossing behind Mephiles’ and pushing himself onto the finger, he moaned as it reached the knuckle. Mephiles grunted in surprise and his free hand landed next to Silver’s head in an attempt to stop himself from falling. 

“Chaos, needy hedgehog..” Mephiles murmured to himself, tail wagging as he slowly pumped the finger in and out and Silver moaned in his ear. 

They were close now, and Silver pulled Mephiles into a kiss again, practically sucking Mephiles’ tongue into his mouth as the half god kept up his ministrations.

Silver gasped around the tongue when Mephiles added another finger, slowly stretching and scissoring him as he fucked his mouth with his tongue. The organ was long and slimy as it made its way in and out of his mouth, but this time at least, it gave Silver the chance to breathe.

He felt Mephiles’ cock slide out and briefly brush his own and he bucked his hips, unintentionally making the fingers hit a particular bundle of nerves.

He barked out something into the kiss–words being lost to the sound as Mephiles huffed and drew back, slipping the organ out of Silver’s throat. He groaned at the sensation and Mephiles sighed, “Hff, I think you're ready, are you, uh, okay with this?” 

Mephiles took his fingers out and Silver suppressed a whine, only answering when he felt Mephiles’ cock line up with him as the half god sat up, hands finding their way to Silver’s hips.

“Yes, chaos yes, please fuck me,” He whined out, bucking down and trying to hurry the god up, Mephiles merely huffed out a laugh and gripped Silver’s hips tighter.

Then the head slid in and Silver realized, with a normal amount of shock, that it was much bigger than any of Mephiles’ fingers, he gasped as it went in further, then further and further and it seemed like it would never end.

He felt so full by the time Mephiles bottomed out and groaned when Silver clenched around him. 

“Fuck don’t do that,” The half god cursed and Silver breathed heavy as they sat still for a moment as Silver adjusted to the size.

“Holy shit, you’re big..” Silver absently commented, and Mephiles actually laughed this time, moving a paw from his hip to drag along his stomach, and Silver could feel the bulge. 

When the shock wore off, neediness hit him full force as he huffed and tried to push Mephiles deeper into him, locking his legs behind the half-gods back, he whined at the sensation.

“ Wff , are you.. you ready?” Mephiles stared at him with half lidded eyes and Silver gulped and nodded. Slowly, Mephiles pulled out until just the tip was left, and Silver had never felt so empty in his life, but the feeling only lasted a second as Mephiles pushed back in–hard and fast.

He moaned as Mephiles did it again, and again, and a steady rhythm was formed and Silver couldn’t do anything but lay there and take it as Mephiles fucked into him.

His head was pulled from the bed and his teeth clashed with Mephiles’ fake ones as the half god dragged him into a kiss, tongue shooting into Silver’s mouth and pumping into it at the same rhythm of his hips.

Silver moaned and whined as his paws fell from Mephiles’ quills to the small of his back. Mephiles’ rhythm faltered for a second as he started aiming for something specific, and Silver practically screamed into Mephiles’ mouth when he found it.

Over and over Mephiles fucked into Silver from both ends, hitting his prostate dead on until Silver was nothing more than a shaking mess, Mephiles’ toy alone it felt like. It was perfect, and Silver very quickly felt his gut tighten.

He tried to pull back but was stopped by Mephiles’ paw tightening in his quills, it was all so much, he felt the knot tighten and tighten until it snapped.

He whined and tensed up as white shot from his cock, staining Mephiles’ dark fur and blending into Silver’s, but Mephiles didn’t stop, didn’t even bat an eye.

His thrusts grew reckless as Silver began trembling, boneless as Mephiles held him up and pushed them impossibly closer, and Silver realized he wasn’t getting enough air, he tried to push again, walls clenching around Mephiles as he tried to say literally anything, but Mephiles growled and grabbed Silver, holding him still as his thrusts halted, cock buried deep in Silver as he came.

They sat like that for a long moment, until Silver started coughing around Mephiles’ tongue and the half god drew it back, mouth deforming as soon as the organ was gone. They both breathed heavily until Silver spoke, “Fuck, I’m taking a nap,” and flopped onto the bed, releasing Mephiles from his legs.

Mephiles’ cock slid out of Silver and sat limply for a moment, as he stared at Silver’s hole, “No, you’re taking a shower first.” He commanded, but Silver was already asleep, breathing deeply and body relaxed.

Mephiles rolled his eyes but left to grab a towel for the both of them, he decided, just this once, he would make an exception. Mephiles could feel an unfamiliar tiredness in his bones, they would take a shower after a nap.

There’s a knock on their door one morning, multiple months after Silver had escaped, and a few weeks after they made it official. Completely trusting, Silver opened the door without a second thought.

“Silv-” Silver slammed the door shut.

Mephiles, sitting on the loveseat near the door looked up in surprise, “Who was it?” He asked, nervously standing up when Silver locked the door and turned to him.

“Sonic.” He stated simply, and Mephiles’ eyes narrowed and ears flattened, “I’m gonna talk to him,” He said and Mephiles raised an eyebrow, “You need to hide,”

“What? Why? It’s just Sonic-” The half god started, but stopped when Silver glared at him.

“I don’t.. I’m not sure how he’s going to react to you, I think it’d be safer if you hid,” He reasoned, taking one of Mephiles’ gloved paws in his own, the half god stared for a second before rolling his eyes and leaving to their shared room.

“Thanks!” He cheerfully said and turned back to the door, where the knocking started up again–this time louder, distressed.

He anxiously unlocked the door and opened it, Sonic froze, “Oh my chaos, it really is you! Silver!” The blue hedgehog barked out and threw himself at Silver, hugging him tightly.

And, it was nice, Silver had to admit, “Hey Sonic,” He greeted quietly as Sonic let go and immediately started snooping, zipping from one corner of the house to another.

“Why are you here?” He asked and the blue blur stopped in front of him, looking him in the eye with something uncharacteristically serious.

“I thought you died, Silver, just recently Tails was able to trace your chaos energy signature– on the other side of the island so I had to check it out for myself,” Sonic explains, both solemnly and incredulously. 

“What? What makes you think I died? ” He huffed, surely Sonic hadn’t thought so lowly of his survival skills?

“I mean- just like a week after your engagement party you disappeared! Off the face of Mobius it felt like! I can’t even explain how worried we were!” Silver frowned at the mention of the party, the only highlight there was learning Mephiles was still alive.

“Where did you even go? Why are you here? ” Sonic asks, tossing a glance to the quaint little home he and Mephiles had built together. 

Silver narrowed his eyes, “I’m not sure I understand, why are you here, Sonic? I’ve been fine living here, I’m under no obligation to tell you anything.” he huffed, crossing his arms.

Sonic stared at him for a moment, looking like he wanted to argue, but he deflated instead, “I guess–yeah, that’s true, I was worried for you, did you– uh, why did you come here?” He asked in a nicer manner.

Silver glances at their bedroom door, the one no doubt Mephiles is leaning against as he tries to listen to the conversation, “I needed to get out of there,” He starts, simply. 

Sonic looks at him curiously, “Whaddya mean? Was something happening? Are you okay?” He asks genuinely, and Silver kind of feels bad for never telling the blue hedgehog.

“I-.. um,” He wrings his hands together, avoiding eye contact as he says, “Blaze was, um, abusing me. I- uh, a friend helped me leave,” He omits as many details as possible but Sonic’s eyes widen to saucers anyway.

“She was what!? Oh my chaos, are you okay? Oh my- I never noticed! I’m so sorry I never noticed! Oh- Silver I’m so sorry!” Sonic jumps forward again and encases Silver in a tight hug. 

They stand like that for a moment before Sonic draws back and asks, “Are you safe now? Who was your friend? Can I tell Shadow!?” He asks in a single breath and Silver has to take a moment to answer all of them.

“Um, yeah, I’m safe, um, I’ll tell you later, and, sure, I guess, you can tell Shadow.” He adverts eye contact and smiles at how caring his friend is, Sonic raises an eyebrow.

“You’ll tell me later? Why? Are they okay? Here? Wait–oh my chaos, are you dating them!?” Sonic all but screeches, hugging Silver again and whispering threats–presumably to Mephiles.

“I- um, yeah, yeah, I am dating them,” He confesses quietly, grinning like a toddler on Christmas morning, that was right, he was dating Mephiles.

Sonic pulls back again and grins wide, “When can I meet them? Are they treating you right? Do I know them?” He questions like a middle schooler and Silver has to stop himself from giggling like one.

“I mean, um, you can meet them now, I guess,” Silver takes a step back, releasing himself from Sonic’s hold and he goes to their bedroom door, opening it and sliding in, shutting the door behind him.

The room is dark but Silver immediately catches Mephiles’ glowing lime eyes, “He’s like your dad,” The half god muses quietly and Silver nods.

“Yeah, are you ready to meet him for the first time since trying to kill him?” Silver laughs and Mephiles goes in to hug him, his muzzle meeting Silver’s mouth, Mephiles’ own way of kissing.

“I guess so, can’t promise I won’t try again,” The half god winks and Silver pushes the door open, Mephiles dragging behind him.

Sonic, who had very obviously been snooping through their drawers, straightens up and drops to a fighting stance, “Mephiles! Get away from Silver!” The blue hedgehog growls out.

 Before Sonic could do anything, though, Silver grabs him with the cyan aura, “Sonic, this is Mephiles, my roommate and boyfriend,” He introduces sarcastically, waving a hand at Mephiles who stands there, looking intimidating. Sonic gawks as Silver continues, “Mephiles, this is Sonic, my friend,” He finishes with a grin.

“You're dating him!? ” Sonic barks out, paws dropping and stance relaxing into something shocked, Silver releases him. 

“Yeah,” Silver grins quietly, “He helped me get away from Blaze,” and Sonic all but softens, looking at Silver with guilt in his eye as he looks between them.

Sonic pauses before saying, “I guess, if he’s not trying to kill anyone, then it’s.. Fine.” And Sonic grins before running up to Mephiles, offering a hand to the surprised half god as he says, “Hey Mephiles, any friend of Silver is a friend of mine!” 

And Mephiles glares at the blue hedgehog for a moment before silently taking his hand, shaking it with a tense grip as he says “Touch Silver and I kill you,” and Silver cringes.

He opens his mouth to tell Mephiles off, but Sonic helps absolutely none by saying, “I should be saying that to you, tread carefully Memphis,” He says, face completely serious, grin still in place.

Silver groans and turns around, “Both of you are so annoying, I don’t need to be protected!” 

But he turns around and sees one of his best friends shake hands with his boyfriend, and he can’t feel any actual feelings of anger or irritation bubble up.