Offbrand(s) Celebrations(e)

by SinicSoupbook (DeathCuckoo)

Summary:

“What?”

Scourge looks at a cake. A lopsided cake dripping with half-melted frosting and haphazardly stabbed with dinner candles. It’s ugly, so ugly, obviously made with unskilled hands that don’t know what they’re doing...

Eclipse and the kids, who had no concept of Moebius-style birthdays, went through the trouble of making him a cake. The aliens looked for references of birthday cakes and then went about recreating it to the best of their abilities, and they had even tried to decorate it with things they thought Scourge would like.

......

No one from this planet had ever made Scourge a cake from scratch and decorated it with things he liked before. No one had ever cared about him enough to think he was worth celebrating, that he was worth all this trouble…

Notes:

A little birthday gift for my friend! Happy birth!!

Behind the scenes glimpse at Scourge and Eclipse's situationship- originally an arrangement of convenience that turns into something a little sweeter (but still spicy ahaha). Scourge is in his househusband/stay-at-home dad character arc and he likes it. They're growing on me,

First chapter is sweet celebrations with the Black Arms kiddos (Rhygenta, Blurg, Cregal and Cyrex)! Second chapter is spicier celebrations between the adults ahaha. Hence the rating. C:

Chapter 1: PG Celebrations

Scourge knew this was all gonna end, one way or another. 


One, he never was very lucky.


Two, this whole thing was too good to be true, which meant there was going to be some sort of terrible catch.


So, he’s not too terribly surprised when Eclipse the Darkling blindfolds him and leads him by the hand without a word. He’s also not disappointed this day finally came because he came into this whole arrangement knowing exactly who he was dealing with: Eclipse was a passionate but too naive alien with immense family issues and the single father of four. The darkling, as he liked to call himself, was a looker once Scourge got past the alien-ness, and game recognized game- Eclipse was almost as hot, clever, powerful, talented, stealthy, resilient, and stubborn as Scourge was. 


Sure, the alien hadn’t been super impressive when Scourge first found him, beaten up and emaciated, but there had been a vengeful fury in those golden eyes Scourge knew would be useful… And it had been great! 


Scourge had never been the behind the scenes kind of guy, but he had to admit, the bodyguarding babies shtick was easy and pretty rewarding. Pretending to not see them hiding in obvious places, holding them when they were scared by the weather, keeping the house in mostly one piece and fishing weird things out of their mouths wasn’t particularly glamorous… but it was nice to finally have underlings who respected and listened to him. The kiddos didn’t backtalk or question him all the damn time, and he didn’t have to excessively watch his back, since the little twerps version of betraying and undermining him was just swiping some food or playing lame pranks. 


And in exchange for playing honey homemaker for the aliens, Scourge got tail and tech and in on Eclipse’s whole revenge plan. Eclipse rambled on all the time about destroying the world and getting even with Stripes, but Scourge didn’t really care what burned as long as he got a front row seat and got a little payback of his own. More than a few necks he wanted to stop on in the process, from Moebius to Mobius and a few places in between, too.


Eclipse seemed like he had been getting close to finish setting this whole revenge plan up, so it made sense he decided now was the time to start trimming off loose ends. And since the Black Arms were hyper-carnivores, Daddy could knock two things off his to do list by combining it with dinner-family time.


And… Scourge was okay with it. It felt kind of surreal that he, of all people, the guy who went from king to pauper in the blink of an eye and was used to clawing his way up from rock bottom, would be chill with getting eaten by aliens… But he’s tired. Scourge doesn’t want to keep pingponging between having everything and nothing, and he doesn’t want to ever reach the kind of low he did in No Place Prison. He’d much rather end it now on a high note…


And the more sentimental part of him, the one Scourge kept beating deep down but couldn’t quite kill off, had gotten attached to the little rascals. Getting away would mean hurting them or hurting their daddy directly in front of them, and neither of those options were super appealing… So bring it on. 


“Okay,” Scourge says as Eclipse guides him to some spot in the middle of their makeshift dining room and abruptly lets his hand go. Scourge holds his hands out in a shrug, “Have at it-“ 


The green hedgehog doesn’t even get to finish his sentence before the little fuckers are pouncing on him with excited chittering clicks and growls and nips and licks-


Scourge knows this is the first time the little anklebiters get to eat someone, but they kind of suck like it. (Unsurprising. They got most of their food on their faces than in their mouths)


“Baby girl, that’s a jacket,” Scourge sighs as he feels Rhygenta gnaw on his sleeve, the little alien’s whole entire body practically shakes with excitement. 

Blurk grabs onto the edge of the blindfold and hangs off of it, forcing Scourge’s head to tip back. Cyzer joins his brother, and Scourge feels like he’s doing the limbo until the blindfold falls off entirely. 


“Nice teamwork, boys,” Scourge comments blandly as he straightens his head, looking at the kids gnawing on fabric impassively. His ear flicks in Eclipse’s direction as he feels the soft click of a lighter, turning around to see-


“Congratulations on surviving for another full rotation around your galaxy’s primary star,” Eclipse announces as Cregal, resting on the darkling’s shoulder, lets out a shriek-roar that has them all wincing. Cregal makes eye contact and flaps his little wings like they’re jazz hands, gesturing at the decorated table in front of them.


“Huh?” Scourge answers inelegantly as he looks up at a more-than-slightly chewed up banner with messy scrawls he can’t tell are Blackarmese or English. His eyes flit down to a white table cloth with burn marks from different types of attacks and stains, and…


 “What?”


Scourge looks at a cake. A lopsided cake dripping with half-melted frosting and haphazardly stabbed with dinner candles. It’s ugly, so ugly, obviously made with unskilled hands that don’t know what they’re doing... 


Eclipse and the kids, who had no concept of Moebius-style birthdays, went through the trouble of making him a cake. The aliens looked for references of birthday cakes and then went about recreating it to the best of their abilities, and they had even tried to decorate it with things they thought Scourge would like. 


The squiggles of frosting (he hopes that’s frosting anyway) that goes all over the cake, even the candles, are obviously meant to look like the flame design on his jacket. And Scourge’s favorite pair of sunglasses, the ones the green hedgehog had been looking for since last week and gave up as eaten, are proudly smashed into the cake. 


It’s a homemade cake, just for him.  


Even back when Scourge’s old man cared enough to throw him a party, it was a public affair for appearance sake. The only people in attendance were his dad’s political friends and opponents, and the cake was that gross coconut flavor Scourge couldn’t stand to this day. Every single “gift” he got from these things was a really boring adult thing like pens and paperweights and shit that were ultimately for his dad. 


And after that, well… even Fiona had never gone out of her way to celebrate his birthday the way she did when she was “pretending” with Sonic. 


No one from this planet had ever made Scourge a cake from scratch and decorated it with things he liked before. No one had ever cared about him enough to think he was worth celebrating, that he was worth all this trouble…


 “♪?” Rhygenta chirps from under his jacket, bringing Scourge back from his thoughts. The little alien is snuggled into the crook of his arm with that big eye staring at him so sweetly, head tilted to the side and her glowing little mouth in a questioning ‘o.’ 


“Aw, hell,” Scourge refuses to let the burning in his eyes turn into anything more embarrassing, giving into the sudden surge of affection and crushing Rhygenta to his chest in a one armed hug. He reaches behind him to grab onto Blurk and Cyzer, who are still fighting over the bandana, and brings them into the hug, too. He squishes the little rascals until they make a squeak of discomfort, rubbing his face against theirs until he’s sure the kiddos feel the static electricity on their skin. 


“♪!” “■!” “ϟ!” 


“Not a half bad job for brats with no fingers,” Scourge ignores the chorus of complaining squeaks, hiding a smile into their skin before letting them go with a raucous laugh. The little aliens immediately flit and cower behind Eclipse, watching Scourge with increased wariness.


Eclipse gives Scourge a displeased look (honestly not very different from his usual expression), but he doesn’t stop a jealous Cregal from coming over to get his dose of affectionate bullying, too. Scourge sticks the little wyvern-like alien under his arm absently as he continues to take in the little party. 


“Not half bad at all,” Scourge starts to noogie Cregal, ignoring the alien shrieks as the little alien struggles to get away, “How long it take you guys to set up?” 


“Stop harassing my spawn,” Eclipse addresses Scourge with the same tired voice he uses when Cregal and Cyrex are squabbling.


“Yeah, I don’t really care about that anyway,” Scourge lies as he plucks his sunglasses from the cake, deliberately licking icing and chunks of cake off his sunglasses. He locks eyes with Eclipse as he licks the frames clean, letting his tongue trail over the plastic ear hooks suggestively. 


Eclipse, predictably, does not look very impressed. 


With a grin, Scourge flops back on the rustic wood chair roughly, listening to the nails creak in protest before he finally lets Cregal go. 


“Keep it coming, twerps,” Scourge slips the sunglasses over his eyes, letting the tinted lenses hide the fond look he shoots at the group of aliens, before pushing his glasses up until they rest on the top of his head, “What presents did you get me?”


The green hedgehog rubs his hands together greedily, crossing his ankles together, “I’ll be ranking your gifts from how much I like them, how expensive it looks, how big it is, and how much effort you put into it.” 


Eclipse makes that expression where it’s like he frowns and wrinkles his nose, but since the darkling doesn’t have a nose, so it looks more like the middle of his face just wrinkles like a pug. Scourge grins at Eclipse and blows the darkling a kiss, “You wanna go first, Baby Daddy? Or is your gift for later, when the littles are snug in their beds and you’re warming mine?”


Eclipse narrows his eyes as his lip curls into a disgusted snarl, shaking his head as he puts his hand on his hip. Times like these, when Eclipse looks like he sucked on a sour lemon and strikes a supermodel pose, the darkling looks so much like the “brother” he hates so much… Scourge wonders if the alien realizes that…


“Of course I know it is customary of the celebrations of your rotation day to give presents,” Eclipse says confidently as he moves around the little aliens with practiced parental ease, not the least bit bothered by their hovering and clinging, “But it is also customary for the celebratee to thank the providers of the celebration for their hard work.” 


Scourge loves it when Eclipse lectures him like one of the little rascals, it’s incredibly funny and cute, especially since they both know it will not work. The green hedgehog smirks as the darkling gestures at the aliens around him, “Thank the children for their thoughtfulness and hard work.” 


Scourge has a flippant, teasing remark on the tip of his tongue, ready to make light of this whole thing- but he swallows it down. He doesn’t have much practice being sincere or open, but for some strange reason, he kind of wants to give it a shot now. 


“This is really nice. No one’s ever gone out of their way to do something like this for me before,” Scourge says sincerely as he gives each of the kids a small, soft, heartfelt smile, “Thanks, kiddos.”


His eyes flit up to meet Eclipse’s eyes, too, “And you too, Eclipse. I really mean that.”


Eclipse’s tail flicks behind him, unclear if in delight or aggravation as he stares at Scourge with wide eyes, clearly surprised by the sincerity. It almost looks like he’s flushed a little bit, stern as he frowns suspiciously, “Naturally!”


Eclipse puffs his chest up with pride as he makes a chittering sound at the little ones, looking incredibly smug as the small aliens flit around the room excitedly, “I have studied earth culture extensively!”


“And the children are quick learners,” Eclipse watches Scourge with a smirk as the twerps emerge with wrapped, saliva-drenched bundles clenched between their jaws. Two of the little packages are dripping something green onto the table, and there’s a hissing sound as the wood begins to sizzle, “If you’re pleased with their efforts so far, you will find this next part is even more impressive!” 


Scourge has been sincere enough to last him until his next birthday, so he scoffs haughtily as he curls a fist under his chin, “I’ll be the judge of that.” 


The green hedgehog motions Blurg forward with two fingers, “You first, scout, before whatever the hell that thing is gets on my shoes.”

Chapter 2: Late Night Celebratopms

Summary:

Later at night, Scourge gets his present from Eclipse. C: And he takes fullllll advantage!

In the evening, when Eclipse gives his present while kneeling between the hedgehog’s legs, Scourge knows this is the best damn birthday he’s ever had.


Head tipped up as he leans back on his hands, Scourge closes his eyes and focuses on the sensation of the luscious mouth sucking him off. Warm and wet with sharp teeth that scrape along his dick pleasantly, adding a dangerous thrill that heightens the hedgehog’s arousal. The way that prehensile tongue strokes up and down his cock as deftly as a hand, rough texture and forked tip providing a uniquely stimulating experience. 


“Fuuuck, baby,” Scourge groans as he rests his hand on the middle of darkling’s head, feeling sweat trickle down the side of his face. He cracks an eye open so he can look at Eclipse, see those golden eyes bore into him with an unwavering intensity, “You give the best fucking head in the whole goddamn universe.” 


He gives another appreciative groan as Eclipse’s tongue squeezes around the head of his cock, forked tip teasing the slit at the top. Scourge digs his fingers into the darkling’s head in silent warning as he grits his teeth, hips reflexively arching up as he gets closer and closer to orgasm. “Fuck!”


Scourge bites down on his hand with a moan, using the other to force the darkling’s head all the way down on his cock. Aliens didn’t have gag reflex (apparently), so Eclipse is able to swallow him all without complaint. Damn. This was Scourge’s second favorite hole to fuck, able to go as rough as he wants for as long as he wants, hitting the back of Eclipse’s throat-


“Ah, hgh, shit!” He cums with a cry soon after, holding Eclipse down to make sure the darkling swallows every drop. The alien doesn’t pant as his head is released and he pulls off with a wet pop, strings of saliva and cum linked to the darkling’s lips like obscene spiderwebs. The most beautiful sight in the whole damn universe.


“I fucking love you,” Scourge tells Eclipse breathlessly as he pulls the darkling on top of him by the neck, crushing their mouths together in a bruising kiss. Scourge tastes himself on Eclipse’s tongue, heady off the sensation as he tries to lick up every trace of themselves from the alien’s mouth. One hand around the darkling’s shoulders as the other fondles that ass, wrapping the long tail around his pointer finger as he traces Eclipse’s opening.


“Never need any lube,” Scourge breathes against the darkling’s face as he plunges two fingers in, relishing the way Eclipse’s pretty little mouth falls into a wanton moan. His partner’s noises of pleasure are intoxicating, and Scourge is hastily ripping his fingers out and lining himself up with minimal preparation, “So wet and eager and tight-“


Scourge groans low in his throat, pushing in until he’s fully sheathed in the darkling’s body. He lets his tongue loll out of his mouth obscenely, planting a stabilizing hand in Eclipse’s back as he fucks the alien with gusto, “Like you were made for me. Perfect just for me. ”


God, everything about this damn alien is so hot, Scourge can’t get enough. He moves Eclipse’s hips up and down with appreciative groans, gripping onto the darkling’s waist hard enough to leave bruises he can admire days later. Listening to the rhythmic thumping of skin against skin and committing it to his memory forever.


“Fucking hell, gorgeous,” Scourge grins breathlessly as lays flat on his back, watching the darkling move above him, framed with the moonlight like an angel. The hedgehog grabs Eclipse’s ass and squeezes hard, hitching the darkling’s leg higher to change the angle, “I could do this forever and ever.” 


“Impractical,” Eclipse answers back automatically, one hand braced against Scourge’s chest as the hedgehog continues to manually move the darkling’s hips. The alien’s voice is breathless even though he doesn’t need to breathe, punctuated by moans and trills of pleasure, “I have many other things I need to do. I cannot remain here indefinitely with you.” 


“Fuck off,” Scourge sighs wistfully, not appreciating the reminder of reality when immersed in the fantasy. Guess he needed to make sure Eclipse couldn’t think of anything else right now, either. Not when the kiddos were off in dreamland and Scourge still had all the leverage, “I’m the birthday boy, you gotta let me do whatever the fuck I want to ya. Them’s the rules.”


Eclipse gives him a sharp look when Scourge slaps his ass loudly, looking towards the door as if the little tykes we’re gonna be bothered by a little loud noise. (As if. The little fuckers slept through Rhygenta’s snoring every night.) When the door isn’t busted down by their little overpowered brats, Eclipse seems to consider the hedgehog’s words more carefully. (Or maybe that’s just his sex face. It’s not like Scourge has stopped bouncing the darkling on his cock this entire time.) 


“If it is customary,” Eclipse says skeptically, grabbing onto Scourge’s hands to keep them on his hips, “Then what is it you want to do to me?” 


Fuck. Abruptly stopping after moving this entire time is enough to almost put Scourge over the edge, and it’s only biting onto his tongue that keeps him from immediately cumming. 


He’s not ready for that yet. He’s gonna fuck Eclipse until they’re both too exhausted to move and then go until Eclipse won’t be able to stand for a week, let alone walk.  


“I want to do sooooo many things to you, Baby Daddy,” Scourge says honestly and bluntly, taking a moment to just take in the sight in front of him: Eclipse straddling him, knees on either side of the hedgehog’s thighs. The alien doesn’t sweat like he does, doesn’t blush like he does, but the sharp pin pricks of his glowing eyes and flare of the gills (?) at his neck is just as hot in its own way. 


“Give me a ride I won’t soon forget,” Scourge demands as he folds his hands behind his head, prepared to drink in every sensation and sound to come, “Shake that ass like you mean it, babe.”


Scourge has always been accused of being selfish and possessive, wanting more than he should and taking what he could without regard for anyone or anything else, and he feels it acutely now. Even if he’s not sure how to phrase the fire that’s been building up in his heart, he knows that Eclipse is his. And he was never, ever going to let the darkling go.

Notes:

Hope you guys enjoyed Offbrand Sonadow. <3 They would both HATE to be referred like that lol.