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Day 1 :
Shadow sat in complete silence, the night chill settling deep into his fur after thirty minutes of being stationary. He was currently waiting for the go-ahead so that he could make his way across the clearing he was lurking in the shadows of.
Where is he? How long does it take to disarm a few robots?
The island felt eerily too quiet. No sounds of animals or nature filtered into his advanced hearing. Just silence.
They had got news a week ago that multiple Eggman facilities had been located on this island, with intense energy readings drawing around. There were only a handful of things that could cause such readings and he was one of them.
The Chaos Emeralds.
Team Dark had originally been stationed here to find the emeralds, nothing out of the ordinary for them. However, they had bumped into them along the way. That blue hedgehog could never stray far away from trouble, even if he tried (Shadow didn’t think he tried). Within moments of finding Team Sonic, had their entire plan gone down the drain.
So that’s why he found himself here now. Sitting in some uncomfortable bushes in the dead of night. And although logic told him that it made sense for him to be working with the blue hedgehog, that they made a good team, he couldn’t help but be a little bitter about being separated from Rouge.
“I’m needed in the skies, it’s where I work best. You’ll just slow me down.” she had smirked at him.
The idea of him slowing anyone down was laughable. But he accepted defeat, and so he just had to wait. Wait. Wai-
“OK, uh, you might wanna start moving like right-” came the tinny voice through his communicator.
In the distance the muted sound of an explosion causes Shadow’s ears to twitch, the smell of smoke making its way across to him.
“Right now! Right now, would be good!”
With a sigh, Shadow thumbed over the Chaos Emerald in his grasp and teleported to their arranged meet up point. He had about two seconds to take in his surroundings (smoke, gunfire, several dozen robots running amok) before is vision was full of a blue blur.
“You made it! Ok, change of plan-”
“What happened here, Faker?”
“Well, you see this giant robot over there,” he pointed to something that vaguely resembled a mix between a mech suit and a tank, stamped with the signature Eggman logo, “yeah that’s where the emerald is. But be warned-”, They both suddenly ducked as a hot wave of fire washed over them, “Fire robot.”
“Nothing can ever be simple with you.” Shadow groans, readying himself for the fight.
“Well, where’s the fun in that?” he grins, saying goodbye with a quick wave before spin dashing away to take out some of the stragglers.
The fire robot of doom is hardly the worst robot he’s ever thought, and he doubts it will be the last on this island, but he makes quick work of it either way. Once he gets the fire jets disarmed, he easily makes his way to the entrance of the tank structure, tearing the door off its hinges.
“There you are.” he muses as the Chaos Emerald comes into view, reaching down to grab it. By the time he returns back to the ground, Sonic is waiting for him, not a hair out of place as he stretches in the night.
“Easy peasy. What’s next? Killer ice robot? Thunder eel?”
“We’re going back to the safe house. We need to contain the emerald.”
And without another word, Shadow is grabbing Sonic by the arm to teleport them back.
Shadow lands on his feet easily, moving to place the Emerald out of sight. Meanwhile, Sonic lands with a stumble, wobbling slightly as he takes in his changed surroundings.
“You know I hate when you do that.”
“That’s why I do it.”
“Asshole.” the hero muttered under his breath.
After a quick debrief with the team they learn that there are a few more Eggman UNITS for them to raid, with 3 Chaos Emeralds still unaccounted for. Rouge’s voice comes through tinny, “We heard news of potential movement in around 9 days, towards the main Eggman HQ. We stopped a few bots on the way there.”
“OK, so we need to gather the remaining three emeralds and rendezvous at the HQ in 9 days?” Shadow inquires.
“Exactly. See you then.”
Shadow hung up with a sigh, looking over to where Sonic was currently lounged on the communal couch of the safehouse, not a care in the world.
It was going to be a long 9 days.
Day 3:
Something wasn’t right.
It had been two days since the hedgehogs had been left to clean up the remaining UNITS on the ground and find the emeralds.
Fine. That was all fine.
As much as Shadow hated to admit it, they worked well together. Even if the blue hedgehog often ran face first into most situations and could never be bothered to listen, or follow the plan, or-
Whatever.
It was fine. Shadow knew what to expect from Sonic. He knew Sonic.
So then, where was this feeling of dread creeping in from? As if his fur was covered in damp, sending chills down his spine. The pounding in his head- When had that started?
A few times now he’d had to blink a mist from his eyes so he could focus on his tasks, and not the flush that was radiating across the back of his neck.
The worst part? Shadow knew exactly what this feeling was.
His damn Black Arms biology. The biology that was obsessed with reproduction, despite Shadow’s utter lack of interest in it. All Shadow knew was that two times a year for around five days he would suffer.
A splintering headache, chills, fever, pains in his joints, brain fog, and in the worst times even sickness. The worst part had to be the sudden mood changes.
Shadow is self-aware enough to see that he’s not always the “friendliest” person on Mobius, but the effect of this situation never failed to humiliate him. It was all because of the need . So unbearable, every time.
And he knew just how to fix it, but he wouldn’t. He’d rather groan his frustrations into a pillow or his hand because he hated how his own brain debased him, taking away his own autonomy, his choices, just to feel relief.
So then, why now?? Why now when he was stuck with him .
They had made good progress in the last two days as they raided the UNITS on the island, even managing to bag a chaos emerald along the way. But Shadow was on high alert, working tirelessly to appear normal when really all he wanted to do was curl up onto the floor and rub friction across his sensitive skin.
And that idiot wasn’t making it any easier for the agent. No, he was always so close, his natural and fresh scent suddenly overwhelming and no matter how much Shadow tried to keep his distance he would find himself lingering close enough to catch it anyway. Plus, Sonic was always so... friendly. He should have grown used to it by now, but a sudden hand clasping his shoulder or flicking one of his quills never failed to make him flinch from the touch. And he never missed the sly and proud grin shot his way if the other caught his reaction.
Right now, they were sat at the safe house, looking over the map that the fox had sent them, highlighting potential other areas for them to investigate. Sonic was sat lazily on the couch next to him, sprawled out as he hummed a tune and checked his communicator idly.
Too close too close too close
A frustrated huff must have left Shadow’s nose because suddenly the other hedgehog's attention was on him, a brow quirked.
“What?”
“Did I speak?” he growled out, trying so hard to focus again on the map, but Sonic was sat so close and his hand was draped across the back of the couch close to his burning nape.
“Well, obviously you’re in a mood about something ! You’ve been glaring alllllll morning, even more than usual.” Sonic whined, forgetting about his communicator and turning to face the other, “If it’s about me accidentally eating your leftovers, I SAID I was sorry, man.”
Shadow kept his mouth shut, teeth biting into his tongue to take his focus away from the growing tingle vibrating under his fur. Leftover food was the least of his problems right now, not when he could feel his fangs threatening to draw blood.
“Are you ignoring me?” Sonic gasped, leaning closer, “Wow, real mature. You know-”
Too close too close too closetooclosetooclose-
closerclosercloser
Shadow stood with a start, his knees knocking the table with the force of throwing himself forward.
“We need to go. We don’t have much time.”
With that he sped out the door, leaving a confused Sonic to scramble up after him and out the door.
Something wasn’t right.
Sonic just didn’t know what.
There was something different about Shadow. Sonic had thought he had a pretty good idea of the black hedgehog’s behaviours by now, after all they had worked together before. In fact, Sonic prided himself on just how well he knew the other hedgehog, likely better than most.
Glaring a hole into one spot and tense quills meant he was uncomfortable, but not necessarily angry. A small smirk on his tan face paired with crossed arms usually meant he was happy, probably pleased with himself after a race or fight. A lip curled into a snarl, a sharp fang flashing, eyes impossibly red. Angry.
But this? Sonic wasn’t so sure anymore. It was almost as if the other was... scared? Or in pain, maybe? His shoulders were hunched, his fur lacking its usual shine, quills bristled as if he’d been running his claws through them in frustration.
So, he’s sick, then? And he’s just too stubborn to mention it?
This guy...
So, Sonic decided to make a conscious effort to keep an eye on the other, watching him carefully for any signs of hurt. But Shadow was making it so hard to do even that. The GUN safehouse they were using was very simple; a small living area with a mini kitchenette attached, one bathroom and two small bedrooms. Whenever Shadow wasn’t forced to talk logistics with him, he was hiding away in the bedroom, only coming out again in the morning.
It was on the start of day 3 that Sonic noticed just how sluggish the other was moving. It took him a long time to arise from his room, legs almost dragging behind him, slowly putting on his air shoes and blinking at them as if they were a foreign item to him.
Sonic couldn’t stay quiet anymore, placing a careful hand on Shadow’s shoulder to steady him, “Whoa, man, are you o-?”
A hiss, as if being burned rung out between them as the other pulled away in a flash.
“I... I’m fine. Don’t... touch me.”
Uh-Oh, snarled lip, fang, red eyes. He’s angry.
The blue hedgehog backed off, not wanting to antagonise him any further.
“OK! OK... Just, let me know if you need anything. You don’t look great.”
“Gee, thanks.” The agent rolled his eyes in exasperation as he exited the safehouse, but there was no real energy or bite in it.
OK Sonic realllyyyy wanted to just leave the other to brood alone and suffer whatever illness was plaguing him.
But he couldn’t.
Especially not right now as they entered the final UNIT of the day. Things had been going great; broken down a few robots and found a sealed chaos emerald. Great! But as Shadow had taken the emerald suddenly, they were surrounded. Sonic had turned his back for only a moment to deal with a few by himself, smiling widely as they fell to the floor in defeat, but his glee was short lived. The sound of choking snapped him out of his reverie, spinning around to see Shadow held up in the air, the firm metallic grasp of a vice around his neck.
Sonic made to move forward but the telltale static of chaos energy stopped him in his tracks and a second later a chaos blast disposed of the robots. However, Sonic watched in shock as that sluggishness from the morning returned, Shadow swaying on his feet as he tried to regain his balance.
“Shads!”
He fell to the floor, a pained shout unlike anything he’s heard from Shadow before echoing in the UNIT.
“Shads? Are you OK?!”
The hero knelt close, not wanting to touch him, yet his anxiety rose as the other failed to get back up, just lying on his side, panting as if there wasn’t enough air for him to take.
“Shads, c’mon you’re scaring me.”
There was something about seeing someone who boasted about being The Ultimate Lifeform laid unresponsive on the ground that put a dark pit in Sonic’s stomach. Why couldn’t he get up? Maybe this illness was more serious than he thought?
I’m so stupid I should have checked in earlier and made him stay home it’s all my fault -
Without thinking, Sonic picks up the Chaos Emerald that lay by their feet. How did this work again? He’d only used Chaos Control by accident before.
“Uhh... um... Chaos Control?”
The feel of the hardwood floors of the safehouse hitting his knees sent a shock through his system, blinking the blind spots away.
“Yeah, gotta work on that landing.”
Next to him, Shadow still lay curled on his side, small groans leaving his mouth. His fur looks damp as if coated in sweat, his fangs scratching cross his lips to leave red welts on his muzzle, eyes misty and dark.
“Shadow...”
Sonic gently grabs Shadow’s arm, almost dragging him to the couch and sitting him there.
“Sonic...” Comes his gravelly voice, “You have to go.”
“Go? Go where? You obviously need help-”
“No. I’m fine,” A pained sigh as he leans his head against the back of the couch, “I’ll be fine. You can’t stay here.”
Sonic huffs from where he’s stood in front of the couch, hands on hips, “Stop telling me what to do. You owe me, tell me what’s going on. Now.”
One of Shadow’s eyes cracked open, “You’re... You’re not going to like it.”
At this the hero grinned, “Oh yeah? Try me.”
Shadow seemingly glared up at the ceiling for a while, his quills bristled in defence – Oh uncomfortable! - and for a moment, Sonic believed he was just going to ignore him until he caved and left. Just as he was about to ask one more time, Shadow spoke up.
“It’s something to do with my... biology.”
“OK... what does you being a mysterious alien have to do with you looking like you’re about to keel over?”
“The Black Arms put a lot of value in... production. Especially reproduction. It’s so important that even my body is built to accommodate this... need.”
“Reproduction...? So, like-?”
“Yes. It’s exactly as you’re thinking.” Shadow continued to glare at the ceiling, obviously unhappy to be having this conversation with is rival of all people. The only other person who was aware of this problem was Rouge and few select members from GUN.
“So, what? You need someone to help you out?” At this Shadow’s head whipped around, a look of pure shock and confusion marring his face and the hero so wishes he could frame it, “You made me think you were dying and all this time I could have just lent a hand??”
“No. I don’t... need a hand. I can and will do it alone, like I always do. That’s why you need to go. I’ll be ready before the rendezvous.”
“I don’t know, Shads. It looks really painful. Isn’t there some medicine you can take or... something?”
“No. Everyone who I could ask about it is... dead.”
“Can’t I help at all? I want to if I can.”
This got a raised brow from the other.
“Don’t be stupid. You have no idea what Black Arms cycles entail. I don’t even know. It’s better if you go.”
“But I won't.” Sonic moves closer, cautiously kneeling onto the couch at Shadow’s side as if not to spook him, “I want to help you. I couldn’t leave knowing you’re hurting like this. Not very hero-like, y’know.”
“Forget it, Sonic. I won’t allow it.” Then he was up, moving towards the bedroom.
“Well, I’m not leaving! And you know where I am, if you need me!” Sonic yelled through the now closed door between them.
Day 4:
He was on fire. His skin was on the verge of melting from the bone, his fur soaked in sweat and clouding his vision as he writhed on the bed. An almost continuous snarl was forcing its way out of his mouth, his jaw clenched with the will to try and subdue it.
You can stop this. Just reach down and
No.
It would pass. This was just one of the many waves he would have to swim against, the current always felt strong but he had always prevailed before. He could do it.
But he’s right outside. I could ask him. Take him. He wants me to-
With a growl Shadow grips at his quills, pulling at them in frustration to stop his mind wandering to the hedgehog just on the other side of the house. The need is spineless, feeding on his lucid wants, exaggerating them to get what it wants.
He knows you so well. No one else can help you it has to be him it has to be-
It’s fine. It was only day 2 of this torture, he still had maybe one more lucid day in him. Maybe he could convince Sonic to go before then. He doesn’t want anyone to see him like this, so vulnerable, so pathetic.
Sudden relief snaps him back to attention, looking down to see his own hand grinding over his pouch urging his dick to poke through the slit. Gaia why did it have to feel so good. Mindlessly he takes himself in his hand, stroking slowly from root to tip, careful of the ridges and bumps that line his shaft.
Breed. Claim. The relief.
Distantly he can feel himself drooling into the pillow under his head, hips raising to increase the friction and pace. He knows he must be panting, and he knows he must be doing it loudly, but he’s past the point of caring. The only thing that matters is the relief .
The head of his cock is leaking slick, coating his hand and fur with his own mess, easing the glide of his hand as it rubs over the sensitive head. As he strokes, his mind wanders back to yesterday, the way Sonic had offered himself so easily, like he wanted to lend him more than a hand.
A grunt leaves Shadow’s mouth as he thinks of what would have happened if he had said yes , would Sonic have reached over and palmed him like he’s doing to himself now? Would he know how to stroke just right under the head of his cock to make his thighs shake? He’d probably know just how to get him worked up, to have him leaking over his hand. Would he go for a taste-
Imagine how good he would be for you. He knows exactly what you need.
Before the vision could get any further, Shadow was moaning into his pillow as he came, feeling the base of his cock swell as his knot hit nothing but his own first, pumping furiously up and down to milk himself.
He lays there, panting, cum coating his stomach and hand, basking in the little relief he can catch. But then he feels it. The fire, creeping in again through his muscles. Threatening to scald him from the inside out, the anger and frustration rising back up.
He lays there for long enough that his dick returns back into its pouch, but the bulge never goes away. He’s going to have to do this again and again and never stop for maybe 3 more days, he can’t bare it he-
A knock at Sonic’s door rouses him from his sleep. A quick look at the clock in his room tells him it’s only 5am. For a moment he thinks maybe he heard wrong, Shadow was never awake this early, even when he decided not to sleep. He was content to ignore it and started to doze again, but a thud from the living area caught his attention.
Someone was definitely out there.
Hesitantly, Sonic opened the door, his eyes scanning the communal area of the safehouse. Nothing was out of the ordinary, well, except for the hedgehog sat limply on the couch. Sonic noted that the other also wasn’t wearing his gloves or air shoes, just simply sitting on the couch with his head resting on the back, a deep furrow in his brow and eyes closed.
“Sonic.”
He startles slightly at his name, moving slowly into the living area.
“You’re still here.”
“I told you I wouldn’t leave.” Sonic chided with a tsk.
“I... I need help.” came the muted reply.
Sonic almost missed it, straining his ears to try and understand what he was talking about.
“What?”
“Did you mean what you said? About... helping?” The black hedgehogs voice almost sounded timid, as if he couldn’t believe himself that those words were leaving his mouth.
Sonic came to a stop by the couch, kneeling very slowly next to Shadow.
“I meant it. I want to help you, Shads. Really.”
Shadow didn’t reply, just resting there with his eyes still closed.
Sonic’s hand hovers over a black knee, waiting for any rejection before bringing his hand down to pet the soft fur there, his fingers smoothing it down in gentle circles. A hiss escapes Shadow’s mouth, neck craning back as if to savour the touch.
“Sonic... I don’t know how much longer I can give you warnings... the need is too strong; my mind is not my own sometimes when I’m like this. It’s all instinct. I don’t know how you’ll be affected, how-”
Sonic continues smoothing down the ruffled fur of Shadow’s thigh, “I’ll be fine. Actual reproduction isn’t possible for me, contraceptives y’know.” A lopsided grin spread across his face as Shadow opened his eyes and regarded him, “Let’s focus on you, hm? There’s only five days until the rendezvous. I’d hate for them to see you like this.” Sonic pouted.
Shadow watched him carefully for a moment, as if trying to see any underlying message in his words. Sonic could feel the minute tremors of Shadow’s thigh under this hand, growing by the second.
A small huff. And then in almost a gasp, “Sonic... please.”
“OK, I got you.”
Sonic moves to place his bare hand high on Shadow’s thigh. The small tremors still vibrated under Sonic’s fingers as they danced higher and higher, skimming across the firm hard bulge of Shadow’s pouch. A jolt flashed through the other, an almost strangled sound leaving his throat as he focused his eyes on green ones.
“Just a question. How uh... Lucid are you going to be during all of this.”
“The first few days are usually OK. Today you can control the pace. But by tomorrow I will be functioning on mostly instinct.”
“Noted.”
Sonic continued his gentle pawing at the hard pouch, palming over the slit with a finger and encouraging the wet head to peak out. “C’mon big guy.” Sonic cooed, not being able to help himself as he leant forward to press his mouth against the fur of Shadow’s shoulder to hide his excitement.
A few more minutes of thumbing at the pouches slit and Sonic felt the heavy weight of his full-length slide against his hand. He peered down, curious to see how the Black Arms differed from other Mobians.
God, he was thick, especially at the base and so long. It was flushed a flattering shade of dark pink, but the thing that caught Sonic’s eye the most were the series of bumps and ridges lining the shaft.
And he was so wet, the tip practically oozing a continuous stream of slick over Sonic’s fingers as they stroked softly. Without thinking, Sonic brought his hand up to lick away the wet from his fingers.
All the while, Shadow watched him with a dark look in his eyes as Sonic’s tongue tasted him, hesitantly at first before reaching down to collect more and taste again.
“You taste good.” Sonic groaned, smile lopsided as he licked his lips clear.
It was true; almost like a sweet and soothing essence that left a slightly salty aftertaste and coated the inside of his mouth like honey. He couldn’t get enough. Just as Sonic was about to reach down to sample more, gloveless fingers tilted his chin back to regard him again.
He could distantly feel some of Shadow’s slick making the fur on his muzzle wet and sticky, accompanied by the sound of Sonic’s fingers rolling wetly over the head of Shadow’s dick as if to milk him of more. His eyes felt glassy as his senses became dominated by Shadow . Wasn’t he supposed to be doing something?
“Greedy,” the other murmured, bringing the peach muzzle closer to his own, “let me taste too.”
Peach lips met tan, pressing softly against each other with a hum.
What if inside here tastes just as good?
Sonic’s tongue was licking across the seal of Shadow’s mouth a second later, desperate to get another taste. The black hedgehog opened his mouth willingly, groaning as an eager tongue joined his.
The first thought that Sonic had as they kissed was, he’s sweet here too , but that was derailed by the more urgent thought of long!!! , as Shadow’s long tongue invaded his mouth.
Sonic hiccupped as his tongue traced over the roof of his mouth, threatening to go further down his throat before backing off. Sonic pulled away with a gasp, hazed eyes searching for crimson, smirking when seeing the other just as dazed as himself.
“Mmm, more.”
That brings Shadow’s attention back to the present, eyes focusing on the hedgehog before him. Still kneeling on the couch beside him, tail wagging and smacking the couch in his excitement. Sonic’s thighs are closed tight as he squirms under the other’s gaze.
“Poor thing,” Shadow whispers into a twitching ear, pushing on a round peach chest until they fall back with Sonic below, “let me help you.”
“Aren’t I supposed to be helping you?”
But the thighs below him still spread on their own, allowing him to take his place between.
Touchtouchtouchtouch-
He tries to shake away the demanding need to take and claim what’s his, using a moment to breathe so he can savour the view below. Sonic, ears pressed low on his head, legs wide, showing off his usually hidden slit.
God, he’s so wet .
Shadow traces the line of the slit with his bare finger much like Sonic had done to him. Where he expected to find a hard mound, his fingers instead spread the slit to reveal the wet, pink folds hiding beneath. The round clit had escaped its hood, begging for attention.
Shadow’s mouth watered at the thought of running his tongue along those folds, dipping inside to really taste him, but a different need in him was growing and he wanted to do this while he was still semi-sentient.
A finger rolling over his swollen clit brought Sonic back to attention, his body relaxing deeper into the couch as he was rubbed in tiny circles.
“Ohhh yes, Shad-ah!... Just like that.” he whined, rolling his hips in encouragement.
“Do you want my fingers?”
“Yessss.”
Shadow circled around his hole, teasing and watching as it clenches around nothing, “Where do you want them?”
“Inside! Inside me, please.”
A long groan left peach lips as two fingers push inside, the wet noises making him blush as Shadow picks up the pace, his own slick wetting his fur. Sonic moans loudly, mouth wide and hips angled as he tried to take more. Every brush of those clawed fingers against his sweet spot has his toes curling into the couch, vision blurring as he races to the finish.
No! It’s not enough. Need it inside, that sweet taste inside too.
He must have been whining for a while because Shadow’s pace falters to ask him what’s wrong, but before he can open his mouth Sonic is moving. In a flash, Shadow is on his back, watching in awe as Sonic straddles over him, back turned and ass on full display before he’s sinking down without a care. A small snarl escapes Shadow at the idea of being pinned, but the feel of Sonic around him snaps him back.
“Sonic- Fuck!”
“So good... so full... more.”
He bottoms out quickly, his wet pussy more than enough prep to take Shadow. His hips begin moving as if in a trance, raising up to slap back down hard.
“Good boy,” Shadow groans, hands finding purchase on blue hips to pull down and meet his thrusts, “you’re taking me so well.”
“More, please.” Sonic cries, looking back over his shoulder, eyes wet and glassy, pupils blown.
Shadow obeys, watching in interest as the ridges on his dick catch around the hole, rubbing along his sweet spot perfectly. Drool drips from Sonic’s lips down into his muzzle as his hips keep moving, desperate to milk all of that sweet taste out.
“Mmm! Ah! Inside... I need it!”
“You’ll get it. You’ll get all of it.” Shadow soothes, stroking his sides reassuringly.
The base of his dick starts to get tighter, the size beginning to swell as his knot grows. It catches around the wet folds, drawing out a guttural groan from the hero as he grinds back against it, using it to stimulate his clit.
A few more thrusts and the knot pops inside before slipping back out.
“Full...” Sonic keens as the knot slips back inside to lock them together.
Shadow’s thrusts become shorter as he grinds the knot as deep as it will go, his own mouth hanging open as he pants into the open air, hips jerking to keep them together. This was so much better than his hand, his knot was meant to be inside tight, wet, heat. His body tenses for a split-second before he’s spilling inside the warm heat above him.
He’s barely done enjoying his own release when he suddenly jolts in shock as something wet splashes onto his pelvis, Sonic gripping tight around him. The dirtiest moan he’s ever heard bounces off the walls of the safehouse, the hedgehog above him hips rolling in mindless circles to draw out his own orgasm.
He squirted?
The black hedgehog watches in awe as the hero shakes above him, trembling like a leaf as his pussy keeps clenching around the knot, pulling more groans from himself.
Sonic pants loudly, struggling to stay upright but locked in place by the knot. Shadow moves upright slowly until they’re back to chest, laying them down sideways on the couch. He noses at the others neck, inhaling his scent and unconsciously licking his own into damp blue fur.
“Sorry, but we’re going to be stuck like this for a while.”
“...’s fine... sleepy.”
“Get some rest. We’ll talk later.”
“M’kay.”
And so, Shadow was left to stew with his thoughts, all the while holding his rival in his arms. The need had simmered down, but he knew it would return and by tomorrow it would be unbearable. He’d likely have no control of his emotions, working purely on what his body thought felt “right”. They definitely needed to talk more later.
There was also something at the corner of Shadow’s mind, thinking about what he had just seen from Sonic. He had never seen him look so dazed and mindless... it was if he was under the influence of something? Maybe the Black Arms biology was more potent than he thought.
Shadow wanted to ponder further while he was lucid, yet sleep won.
He could explore it further tomorrow.