Chapter 1: First Encounter
Chapter Text
“Cream, can you make me my usual? I’m going to take my break,” Shadow asked the rabbit behind him. Glancing over his shoulder while punching in the last order he’d received, he could see the girl offer him a small nod and smile.
“Espresso macchiato, right?”
“Yes.”
“Let me finish this up, and I’ll get right on it, Mr. Shadow.”
“Thank you, Cream.”
How long had he known the girl, and she still felt the need to call him mister into his teenage years? Still, he felt the faintest of smiles tug at his lips while he turned back to his register, surprised to meet two green eyes staring at him.
Forcing a polite tone, he asked, “Hello, sir, what can I get for you?”
The man before had a hood pulled over his head, obscuring what species he could be, but his fur was a cobalt color. He was dressed in some basketball shorts and just a jacket, leaving his chest bare; more notably, he wore a black face mask over his muzzle. Shadow had half a mind to tell him, no shirt, no service, but Vanilla was coming over to take over the register for him, so he’d play nice.
The blue mobian rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly before uttering, “Actually, I was hoping for a suggestion. I hate coffee, but a friend of mine said I just had to try this place. So what would you recommend, since you work here and all?”
Great, one of these types. The dark hedgehog fought the urge to groan, fighting back all impulses to just yell at the blue buffoon before him to just pick something. He offered, “The peppermint tea is a favorite for many of our custom—“
“No.” The sharpness of the stranger's voice surprised him, drawing his attention to green eyes that seemed too sweet for the sudden serious tone. The azure mobian's eyes were upturned, almost like he was smiling as he spoke, “I asked what you would recommend, not some random customer.”
Narrowing his red eyes, Shadow bit his tongue for a long moment before stating, “The juniper tea is good.”
“I’ll take that then!”
"And the name for your—"
"I'll take it from here, Shadow," Vanilla chimed in from behind him, laying a hand on his shoulder. Maybe she had sensed his growing impatience, but she nodded to his usual spot in the cafe, "Take your break and give your feet a rest."
"Thank you," the dark hedgehog murmured, slipping between the two rabbits and taking his coffee as he moved. The fur at the back of his neck prickled in a way that told him that someone was watching him.
Instead of glancing back, he moved for his favorite spot. Vanilla allowed him to place his things there every morning, holding the spot for him alone. Placing his bag onto the floor between his feet, he sat down and pulled open the book he'd left out for himself earlier.
Just as he began to skim over the page, Cream came and sat one of the cafe's cinnamon rolls in front of him, gesturing to her mother when he raised a brow. Raising a hand in a small thanks, Shadow was grateful for all the woman's kindnesses, no matter how small. The two rabbits had been like a second family to him, technically a third if one were to consider his father and half-brother as his family; Shadow definitely did not. This job at the cafe had been a blessing when he'd been thrown out of the college dorms and had no means of providing for himself. He no longer needed this job, not after getting on at a fancy restaurant where Rouge had put in a good word or twenty for him. But he'd quit that job before he even considered leaving the quaint little cafe.
Even in his teenage years, he had enjoyed the quiet laced with the sweet aroma of coffee, teas, and pastries. It helped that he and Maria had spent so much time tucked in the corner talking about nonsense. The small cafe would forever be irreplaceable, especially when just behind the register, pinned on the wall of regulars, was his sister's face, smiling while the two of them held hands in the photo. Sure, it was a shitty picture of him pre-transitioning, but it was a good picture of his sister. She'd probably have something to say about his damn-near workaholic schedule, but Shadow was sure she'd understand, especially if she could see his shady apartment building.
Even as he read his book and took a long sip of his coffee, his nose scrunched in disdain. He had moved apartments multiple times; once, because someone had broken in to his apartment in the middle of the night, and again, when he was forced to listen to his neighbors going at it one too many times. Now, his apartment was settled at the end of the building with only a neighbor across the hall.
It was… decent. Even if the AC went out every other day and he had to constantly fight with the super about shutting off his gas when it was his neighbor who had been the one who hadn't paid. Soon enough, he'd get promoted to working in the kitchen in Seven Emeralds and he'd finally be able to afford something better.
And he'd finally have some decent health insurance to cover the cost of his HRT. Maybe even top surgery, although he was still on the fence about that.
Finishing off the last few bites of his cinnamon roll, Shadow stacked his empty mug atop the plate to fully focus on his book. It was his usual horror novels. Rouge always whined about his bookshelf at home, predominantly filled with his horror and thriller books with the occasional mystery. According to the bat, he needed to add a little spice to his shelves. Shadow didn't think she had much room to talk. Her reading list, whenever she actually read, was just pure smut.
Red eyes watched the clock closely, making sure he didn't go over his thirty minutes, not that Vanilla would mind. When his break was over, Shadow returned his bag to his chair and collected his dishes so he could bring them to the back to be washed. On his way back to the counter, a voice purred his way, stopping him in his tracks.
The blue idiot from before, stretched out in one of the cafe's armchairs, eyes upturned like he was smiling from under his mask at him, "Thanks for the suggestion. This might just be my new favorite place for tea."
Crimson eyes wanted so badly to roll to the back of his head, but Shadow decided to be nice, even if he wasn't technically on the clock right in that moment.
"Don't mention it," he muttered, turning back towards the counter. Even turned away, he could still feel those eyes burrowing into his back, like they were trying to pull more from him. Reluctantly, he added, "We'll hope to see you again sometime."
Something about the stranger's tone brought shivers down his spine. The mobian behind him somehow managed to make his words sound painfully sweet with an edge that allowed his words to feel somewhat sinister.
"Oh, I'll definitely be seeing you again. Shadow."
The dark hedgehog knew better than to entertain these types. Instead of looking back, just to make sure the stranger meant it in a kind way, Shadow pushed forward behind the counter. While he pulled his apron on and took over the espresso machine for Cream, he refused to look the way of the blue mobian.
He didn't let his head fall. That would make this stranger think that his intimidation had worked. It hadn't. Too many times, Shadow had been harassed and touched by men and even the occasional women. This fucker didn't scare him. One man had even dared to follow him, the same one who'd broken into his home, and Shadow hadn't hesitated to draw his gun. If this idiot wanted to scare him, he'd have to try harder than some small words. At some point, crimson eyes eventually wandered to where the stranger had been sitting, ready to stare him down, but he was gone. Glancing at Vanilla and Cream, he took it upon himself to gather the mug the man had left on the small table beside the chair.
Taking the mug in his hand, Shadow took note of the rings left by it enough to double the price of the tea. It wasn't abnormal for people to leave tips, but this was overdoing it. Although it wasn't the biggest tip he'd received, it certainly was enough to grab his attention, especially when the rings sat atop a napkin. Scooping up the rings and dropping them into the pocket of his apron, Shadow twisted his head to look closer.
Dark mark was drawn on the napkin, contrasting the stark white. On it, the blue idiot had drawn a cartoonish drawing of Shadow smiling with hearts doodled all over it. What really got his attention were a few words written in perhaps the sloppiest handwriting he'd ever seen.
LOOK AT ME
No. It wasn't the handwriting, but rather the way they'd been hastily written into the fragile napkin, traced over and over again. Shadow found himself gritting his teeth, snatching up the napkin, and balling it up in his fist. Fucking creep. It wasn't even the fact that someone dared to feel so possessive over him when they didn't have the right. No, it was that such a person could enter Vanilla's cafe. Cream was only fifteen, and Shadow hated to imagine what would happen if the creep had dared to turn his attention to the girl.
Returning behind the counter, Vanilla offered him a worried look. Tilting her head to the side when he handed over the wadded-up napkin. The last thing he wanted to do was worry the woman, but he refused to let some wannabe creep come into one of his few safe places in the world and become a threat to the rabbits.
Opening up the napkin, Vanilla's eyes widened before turning to him, "Who left this?"
"That creep with the mask."
Vanilla was the kindest person he knew, but her face hardened suddenly, "I'll make sure to keep an eye out for him. Maybe I can even get Vector to come and help in the shop sometimes."
"It's fine, probably just some weirdo who wants to think he's bad," Shadow assured, taking back the napkin. Despite the anger it brought him, he shoved it into his pocket along with the rings the stranger had left. Evidence, just in case the blue mobian decided to return.
"Still, maybe you should ask Rouge to walk you home once your shift is over," the woman pressed, her brows knitting together with worry. It was well-meaning, Shadow knew that, but he couldn't help but feel like she was looking down on him.
For too long, he'd shaped himself into the man he wanted to be and had drilled it into everyone's heads that that was what he was. A man. Vanilla and everyone else acted accepting, but did they truly accept him when he hadn't even had top surgery?
"I'll be fine. Really. Besides, I have a shift at the Seven Emeralds after this," uttered the dark hedgehog, his voice growing rougher. He hated how his dysphoria always led him into doubting the ones he cared for. The ones who cared for him.
"Alright, but be careful, please. I don't know what Cream or I would do without you in the cafe with us," Vanilla relented, laying a hand on his shoulder.
Shadow offered her a small nod. He would be. Always. It was one of the few things his father taught him that he actually took to heart.
When he finally returned to his apartment, Shadow's feet and back ached. His movements were sluggish while he shoved his keys into the lock on his apartment and pushed inside. Flicking on the lights, he closed the door behind him and began pulling off his shoes before hanging up his back.
Shadow dragged himself further into his apartment, sitting leftovers onto the counter of his kitchenette, but not yet fixing himself a plate. No. Instead, he moved into his bedroom, a painfully cramped space mainly taken up by his bed and his dresser. Walking into his room, crimson eyes were always met with the darkness outside along with the trees and bushes the sat at the back of the apartment building. It had been like that since he'd moved in. One of the hooks meant to hold up the curtain rod, now stuffed into Shadow's closet, had been broken long before he'd moved in. Despite how many times he'd demanded the super fix it, nothing had been done.
Truthfully, Shadow didn't mind it too much. If he was really worried about it, he could just head into the bathroom to change, but there wasn't anyone could see him through the trees. Not unless they were intentionally trying to watch him, but then, they'd be hard to miss. So, the dark hedgehog held no qualms about pulling open his button-up and tearing off his binder while he moved for his closet. While he unbuttoned his work slacks, Shadow placed his dirty clothes in the hamper he kept tucked in the closet before observing himself. It was a sort of ritual.
A way of ensuring that, yes, all of this was real. No longer was he a girl being forced into dresses and skirts his father had picked out for him. His father had no power over him anymore, at least, not until he found his apartment and tried to talk him into conversion therapy. Again.
No, not anymore. He actually liked his appearance now, even if there were some things he wished he could change. HRT had helped sharpen some of his facial features and allowed him to grow his chest fur, which was great for hiding his breasts, even if they were just barely there. While he was still as thin as he was as a teenager, his chest was broader and his shoulders more squared. No one misgendered him anymore. It helped that he went for looser-fitting clothes when he couldn't wear his binder. They helped hide his measly tits and the curve of his hips. Child-bearing hips, his father had called them.
The memory made him feel sick while he dragged his hands over them before moving up. In the mirror, it was easy to see the scars that cut through the fur around his chest. They were easier to see when his fur was mussed up from his binder. Long before he'd been able to get his hands on a proper binder, he had made the mistake of wrapping his chest in an ACE bandage. His father nearly had a stroke the first time he'd passed out from it. It had felt worth it at the time, but Shadow had come to regret it over the years; now, whenever he took anyone to bed, the first thing they noticed was his chest.
When he was done looking over the parts of himself he couldn't change, he didn't dare to look any lower than his hips, he moved towards his dresser. Just as he moved to pull open the top drawer, his fur stood on end and his quills bristled.
Someone was watching him. He was sure of it.
Whipping his head to the window, Shadow glared and grabbed a shirt to hide his chest. It felt ridiculous, but he refused to let anyone see him like that. Except, no one was there. No eyes staring at him through the window or figures moving to hide within the trees. Nothing.
Quickly, Shadow pulled the shirt over his head while he kept his eyes on the world outside his window. Once he was covered, he took a step forward, then another. He'd been so sure he'd felt someone watching him.
Opening the lock, he pulled the window and looked outside, just to be sure. Nothing. Pulling himself back in, the dark hedgehog scoffed, "I'm becoming as paranoid as father."
Pushing the window back into place, Shadow left his room in favor of eating his leftovers while they were still warm. The cinnamon roll Vanilla had sent his way had been the only food he'd eaten all day, and his stomach was beginning to growl.
And if he ended up falling asleep on the couch, it was just a coincidence.
Not because he was afraid.
The rest of the week, Shadow went along with his routine: cafe in the morning, Seven Emeralds in the afternoon, and walking himself home at night. Except, something was off.
After his first encounter with the masked creep in the cafe, he was just about to go on break and asked Cream to make his usual for him. Only for the girl to state:
"But someone already ordered your usual for you. I thought it was a friend of yours."
Crimson eyes glanced over the cafe, and with his quills bristling, he demanded, "Was he wearing a mask?"
The young rabbit's brown eyes widened slightly, "Yes."
Shadow didn't want to worry the girl, so he just took the coffee and thanked her. He could've brought it up with Vanilla, but he was worried about scaring her too. Vector was already sitting in a booth nearby, taking time out of his work day to keep the three of them safe.
No, Shadow could handle this on his own. After all, it was just coffee.
The next day, just as he went to take his break, Cream informed him once more that his drink was already prepared for him. He took it again, and after his break, he moved to bus a few tables.
There was another napkin waiting for him, with a tip larger than before.
Doodled on this napkin was cartoon Shadow drinking his coffee, even more hearts were drawn around him. Another little note was written underneath the doodle.
Good boy
Great, the stranger thought Shadow was doing him a favor by taking the drinks and not saying anything. Screw that. The stranger was the one wasting his money.
Still, something stirred in the pit of the dark hedgehog's stomach while he pocketed the tip and the napkin. It was just some more evidence if the blue idiot continued to escalate.
After that, Shadow began to feel someone watching him while he traveled to Seven Emeralds. It was all the way across town, which meant he had to take the bus if he ever wanted to make it to his shift on time.
He'd first felt the burn of eyes staring at the back of his neck while he waited for the bus to arrive, but when he looked around, no one was there. But there must've been, because his fur wouldn't go down even when he entered the safety on the bus.
All the way to Seven Emeralds, he had felt eyes boring holes into him, begging for attention. Except, every time he attempted to find them in the crowd, he couldn't. Whoever this stranger was, he was growing bolder, daring to follow him to his second job. While he walked the rest of the way to the restaurant, Shadow made a point of pulling his shirt from over his gun, leaving it in full view.
Many of his father's teachings didn't stick, but he knew better than to let others see him as weak. Whoever was watching him would be a fool to try and grab him when he could easily pull his gun free. Although they were already a fool thinking Shadow wouldn't notice them stalking him.
A few days later, he'd gone the whole day without noticing anyone staring.
He'd received another napkin the day prior. This one was of him in his uniform for Seven Emeralds: a white button-up, black slacks, his waist apron, and his hair pulled back with one of his golden bracelets. Of course, his stalker had left another note for him.
PERFECT
It unsettled Shadow, but he just crumbled it like the other two and shoved it to the bottom of his apron pocket. At least today, there were no notes from his admirer. No eyes were watching him while he worked.
Seven Emeralds had given him the night off, so after he said his goodbyes to the two rabbits and Vector, he started on his way home. It would've been quicker to take a bus, but he preferred to walk every now and then. While he made his way home, he texted Rouge.
Lately, all she could talk about was this boxer she had been trying to hook up with for months. He thought about inviting her out for a drink, but he wanted a night in by himself. After a week of constantly feeling the presence of someone else following him, it would be nice to be alone for a little while. Maybe he could even take care of his aching sex, which had been demanding attention all week. Although he'd moved back into his bedroom, he'd taken to either getting dressed in the bathroom or with the closet door obscuring the view from the window. He hadn't felt eyes watching him from the window since that first night, but he wasn't willing to risk giving his stalker another show.
Maybe his stalker finally got a life. Unlikely, but Shadow could hope. Despite the belief that he wasn't being watched, Shadow kept his boxers on while he dragged his hand through the fur of his stomach and lower. His other hand moved for his nightstand, grabbing his favorite toy to get off.
And if Shadow imagined eyes watching him while he touched himself and used his… special toy, well, it wasn't like anyone would ever know. Maybe if his stalker was watching, he'd be disgusted by the sight of him and finally give it a rest.
Another day, another coffee. Another note left with a large tip.
This note wasn't anything too special, just another drawing of Shadow in that cartoonish style. Cartoon Shadow was sitting down and reading a book, the usual hearts drawn around it and a small query underneath.
What are you reading today?
"How considerate," Shadow scoffed, crumbling it and shoving it into his pocket once more.
"What's that?" A voice chirped to his right. Amy had returned to work after taking a small break. Something about seeing a friend compete out of town.
"Just a note from a costumer," lied the dark hedgehog quickly, shoving the note deeper into his apron. To make it sound more believable, he added, "Some regular who'd got a crush, I guess."
The woman's green eyes widened before she smiled at him sweetly, "That's so sweet!"
Shadow fought not to roll his eyes as he muttered, "That's one word for it."
Amy's smile fell a little as she insisted, "Come on, they're putting themselves out there. I think it'd be sweet to get sweet notes from an admirer."
Collecting the empty mug his… admirer had left, the taller hedgehog gave a small shake of his head and moved behind the counter. "Well, I didn't ask them to." Sitting the mug in one of their tubs filled with dirty dishes, Shadow began to growl, "It's just a disruption while I'm trying to work."
"So serious," giggled the pink hedgehog, taking her place behind the register.
Instead of telling the woman why he was so serious, Shadow just turned back to his station, steaming milk. No one needed to know about his worries. Not yet.
The bus jostled, hitting a pothole Shadow had long since memorized after taking the bus every day. Adjusting his stance, his gloved hand tightened on the pole he was holding in preparation for the next one.
When the train jostled again, a hand brushed against his back, causing him to bristle. Glancing behind him, Shadow's heart skipped a beat. The attire the stranger wore was painfully familiar and immediately gave him away.
He was right behind Shadow, one of his hands curling around his waist. Whipping his head back to face forward, Shadow refused to give the idiot the time of day. Plenty of people had groped him on the bus. This stalker wasn't special. Without giving him the satisfaction of seeing his eyes wide with surprise, Shadow moved his own hand to grip the stranger's wrist and shove it off.
"Don't fucking touch me," Shadow spat.
The hand stayed off of his side, but he could feel those green eyes watching him. This wasn't good; he was growing bolder. How long would it be before he tried to break into Shadow's apartment? Or tried to grab him and leave him tied up in his basement?
No, that wasn't going to happen. Shadow wouldn't let him take it that far. He'd kill the fucker before that could happen, even if those eyes on him stirred something deep inside of him. A wetness grew between his thighs while they silently rode the bus the rest of the way to the restaurant.
When they finally arrived at Shadow's stop, he mindlessly shoved through the crowd and was one of the first to exit the bus. He didn't run, but his pace was quicker than usual as he crossed the street and followed his usual path to work. Of course, he could hear the stranger following behind him, and he could feel those fucking eyes watching him intently. Only when he was within the walls of the restaurant did Shadow feel like he could breathe, even if it was in shallow pants. His heart pounded all the way to the employee dressing room. It took nearly an hour for his body to calm down, and even then, one part of himself was still painfully… excited.
His whole shift, he had to try to ignore the sticky wetness between his thighs. It was just a bodily reaction. It didn't mean anything.
Weirder stuff had aroused him. This was nothing.
Absolutely. Nothing.
He should've called Rouge once he got off work. Maybe even Amy. Anyone who could've deterred his stalker when he took the bus back home. But he didn't.
This time, no hands grabbed for him. No figure stood to close, leering at him from under the hood of his jacket, but Shadow knew he was there somewhere. He had to be. Shadow was sure of it. Still dressed in his work clothes, he shifted from one foot to another while the bus lurched forward. He couldn't feel those eyes watching him, so why was his heart still pounding in his chest?
Gaia, he needed to calm down. This wasn't healthy.
Shadow wasn't some prey for this wannabe predator. He refused to allow anyone to try and make him out to be some feeble creature to be toyed with. He had suffered enough of that under his father's roof and was intent on never letting it happen again. So, when he stepped off the bus just a block away from his apartment, Shadow held his head high and walked at a steady pace. Just as he expected, footsteps sounded behind him again. Following him. Stalking him.
The stranger already knew where he lived, so Shadow held no qualms about walking right up to his building. Only when the footsteps drew too close did he stop and turn to face green eyes. They smiled at him.
A snarl formed in the back of the dark hedgehog's throat, "What the fuck do you want?"
"You."
A single word. Too cheery to be spoken in the chilly night air. Too fucking sweet, coming from the figure hidden in the shadows, his hands stuffed into his pockets. Crimson eyes watched his hands closely.
Clenching one of his hands into a fist and letting the other take hold of the gun at his hip, Shadow took a step back towards his apartment building. "I'll save you the trouble of stalking me any further," he growled at the stranger in front of him, "It's never going to happen. Come near me again and you'll find yourself in an early grave."
Those eyes just continued to smile at him. His stalker spoke in a sarcastic tone, "Sure, I will."
"And what the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"You haven't called the police. You haven't even told your friends what's happening. It makes me wonder if you don't like me watching you."
A shiver ran up the dark hedgehog's spine, his breathing becoming uneven. Fuck this asshole. Who the hell did he think he was?
"You touch any of them, and I swear I'll make you wish I had killed you."
"I wouldn't dream of it. You're the one I want after all."
The stranger moved. Just the twitch of his foot, like he was going to try and get closer to Shadow. Without a second thought, the hedgehog drew his gun, holding it in one hand and drawing back the hammer. Automatics jammed too often. Shadow always preferred a revolver.
"Don't fucking move."
"You're hot when you're angry."
"I mean it, back off. This is the only warning I'm going to give you."
A soft laugh left his stalker, those eyes squeezing shut while the stranger brought a hand up to the fabric covering his mouth, "We'll just have to find out just how much you mean it. I'll see you soon, Shadow."
And just like that, the figure turned on his heel and left him standing there, gun still drawn and following the figure as it disappeared into the night. Shadow's legs felt like jelly when he eventually found the strength to holster his gun and head into the apartment building.
Once again, he slept on the couch, unwilling to see just how soon his stalker planned on seeing him. At some point, his hand slipped underneath the band of his slacks, but it was completely unrelated to the encounter.
The next day, he felt dead on his feet. His whole body was on autopilot while he worked. Vanilla and Cream shot him worried glances while Amy offered to take over the register for him. Although it seemed counterintuitive to allow the man who was half asleep to work with scalding liquids.
Shadow declined and drowsily assured the women that he was okay, that he just hadn't gotten enough sleep. He was fine. Maybe he'd be better if every other customer didn't suggest that he try to smile, but he'd pick his battles. Just when he was ready to go on break, a familiar figure seemed to materialize out of nowhere, green eyes watching him closely. Shadow could feel Vanilla bristle behind him, clearly keeping an eye on the stranger.
Reluctantly, Shadow put on his best customer service voice and ran through the usual spiel.
"Hello, sir. What can I get for you today?"
"A cup of juniper tea, please."
"Will that be all for you today?"
"No. What would you like for your break today? I've been meaning to ask, but you haven't been working the register.
Behind him, Vanilla shuffled just a bit closer. Clearly, she found the conversation concerning, but she wouldn't intervene, not unless Shadow asked her to.
Hesitantly—quietly—he uttered, "The usual is fine."
Those green eyes narrowed slightly while the stranger insisted, "Fine isn't good enough. What do you want?"
Of course, his stalker felt like he had the right to tell him that. Self-serving asshole probably thought he was doing Shadow a favor.
With an indignant twitch of his scarred ear, Shadow kept his voice even while he punched in his order and stated, "Cafe au lait. Anything else?"
The eyes on him softened once more while the stranger pulled out a wallet from his jacket pocket. Once again, his jacket was open, revealing the short peach fur of his chest, surrounded by cobalt blue. He gave a soft hum, "Get yourself something to eat too. You didn't bring lunch again."
Just as Shadow was about to close out the order, not expecting the mobian before him to do anything else, his hand froze. His lunch was kept in his bag, his stalker shouldn't know he didn't have anything. Shadow hadn't taken his break yet.
How did he know Shadow didn't have anything to eat for lunch? It was probably just an assumption, a wild guess. It wasn't often Shadow did bring himself lunch.
Yes, it had to be that.
Quickly punching in his usual lunch order for the cafe, Shadow muttered how much the mobian before him owed. Almost robotically, he took the rings his stalker handed him, only realizing he hadn't asked for a name on the order when the mobian turned away.
A hand landed on his shoulder, causing him to jump. Vanilla looked at him with worry-filled eyes, "Shadow, are you alright? Do you want to take your break now?"
His heart was pounding, a feeling he was quickly growing used to. With a small nod, he stammered, "I—um—yes. Yes, please."
Vanilla nodded, taking over the register while Shadow moved to his usual place. He half-expected his stalker to be there, waiting for him, but he wasn't. Instead, he sat across the room, eyes glued to the dark hedgehog.
They were in an odd staring match, at least until Cream came out with the masked mobian's order. Shadow's hands gripped the table in front of him, wishing he could hear their interaction. He'd kill that fucker if he dared to touch Cream. But he didn't. No, he just took his tea and pointed out Shadow to the teenage rabbit, smiling all the while. With a small shrug, Cream happily made her way over to Shadow, setting down his coffee and sandwich.
The dark hedgehog quietly thanked her, taking a sip of his scalding hot coffee, hoping it would calm the shakiness that had overtaken his body. Tearing open his bag, Shadow decided to pull out his old therapy journal. It hadn't been opened in years, but he still kept it on him as a precaution. Quickly, he scrawled out everything he knew about this stranger. This stalker. He was escalating. Growing bolder with every day that passed. Shadow wouldn't afford this asshole the sight of seeing him off-kilter. No. This blue idiot thought he was smart, but Shadow was a hell of a lot smarter than him.
If push came to shove and the stranger did try anything, he'd at least be able to leave what he knew about this stalker. Not that he'd go easily. Shadow had been abducted before, he knew how to make his captor's life a living hell. Plus, if Rouge knew he was missing, she'd go to his father.
Black Doom wouldn't let his favorite 'daughter' disappear so easily. Assuming this wasn't one of his goons toying with him.
So, he wrote what he knew:
Too much time to stalk, possibly unemployed
Blue fur, with peach at the chest
Green eyes
Tall, I reach eye-level on him
Rich? Leaves large tips
Reckless
That was all he knew. Not a lot, but just writing it down helped to calm Shadow's heart pounding against his rib cage. If something did happen, his father would be able to find him, even with such a small amount of information. Shadow had seen him hunt down people with a lot less than this. Too bad it didn't do anything for the heat between his legs that he tried to suppress by pressing his thighs together.
If he had health insurance, he'd definitely be making a call to his therapist about this. Clearly, he needed psychiatric help. Instead, he had to settle for glancing up at the stranger across the room, meeting green eyes every time he did. At least until he only had a few more bites of his sandwich and decided to glance at his stalker, only to find him approaching. Sitting up straighter in his seat, one of Shadow's hands, the one that wasn't holding his pen, twitched to reach for the gun he had stuffed into his bag.
Green and crimson were locked onto each other while the stranger continued to close in on him. For once, Shadow regretted choosing the corner as his favorite spot to sit.
When his stalker stood in front of him, he purred, "Did you enjoy your lunch?"
Shadow just glared, closing his notebook with his pen inside to hold the page.
Emerald eyes remained upturned, undeterred by his lack of response, and the taller mobian pressed in just a little closer. Resting a hand on the table in front of him, he stated in a low voice, "Here. I know you've been collecting them, so I thought I'd deliver it to you myself."
Ruby red eyes looked at the hand on the table curiously while it lifted up. There was the usual tip, larger than usual, and his napkin, inked up as usual. His stalker watched him closely, like he expected something.
Too bad. Shadow didn't move to take hold of the napkin, instead, he just looked back up at the stranger, continuing to glare at him. Quietly, he swore, "Fuck off."
"Fine, keep playing hard to get, dearest." He swore he could almost see the stranger grin from under his face mask as he cooed, "We both know that you enjoy this game as much as I do."
Before Shadow could cuss him out, his stalker turned and left, leaving the rings and napkin where he'd placed them. Only when the door to the cafe closed behind the clueless idiot did he dare to reach for the inked-up napkin. It was different from before, lacking the usual Cartoon Shadow.
Instead, there was a more realistic sketch of him, hunched over and writing in his journal. Underneath was yet another string of words.
You look tired. Stop sleeping on the couch.
Insolent bastard. He was the reason Shadow had been sleeping on his couch in the first place, and he had the audacity to tell him not to? That was laughable.
Once again, the napkin was crumbled up before being shoved into his backpack. Evidence. Nothing else.
Returning home after his shift at the Seven Emerald, Shadow was exhausted and ready to fall face first onto his couch. Except, he really wanted to get out of his work clothes and curl up on his mattress, which was so much better than the couch.
Fuck that blue prick. It wasn't like he hadn't watched him sleep before, so what harm could it really do?
Shadow pushed into his room, not bothering with his usual routine of observing his body. That had stopped after the first night he'd noticed eyes looking at him through the window. He didn't feel them tonight, but he was still cautious, pulling clothes from his dresser before moving into the bathroom to change quickly. He needed a shower, but he'd take one in the morning. Tomorrow was Saturday, he wouldn't have to work at the restaurant or the cafe. On Sunday, he only had to work at the cafe. Plenty of time to recuperate from the sleep he lost over worrying over his stalker.
Shadow fell face first into his bed, nuzzling into the softness of his pillow. Gaia, he was exhausted. Blindly, he reached for his blanket, but his fingers weren't able to find the soft fabric.
Instead of dwelling on it, the dark hedgehog curled onto his side, making sure to face away from the window. Cool air brushed through his fur while he allowed himself to fall asleep.
In the night, he must've sleepily found his blanket and pulled it around himself. The fabric hugged him closely, warming up his fur and tempting him to fall back asleep. And he would've too, if it weren't for his phone vibrating on his nightstand.
Had he put that there? He was sure he'd left it in his slacks last night, but maybe his autopilot had kicked in. Shrugging it off, his white and red fingers grabbed his phone and brought it to his ear.
"Hello?" His voice was deep with sleep, and he found his eyes slipping shut once more. Shadow hadn't even thought to check the time before answering the phone.
"Are you still asleep, handsome? That's not like you," Rouge's voice rang through the speaker. She sounded very awake. Clearly Shadow had slept into the afternoon.
"I haven't been sleeping well. What do you want?" Shadow decided to get right to the point. His best friend didn't call him unless she wanted something.
"You remember that boxer I told you about, right?"
How could he forget? She'd been drooling over him like a teenager.
"Vaguely."
"Well, he's going to be at this club tonight, and I was hoping my best friend in the whole wide world would come be my wingman."
"I'm a horrid wingman. You know that."
"Drinks on me, I promise. Pretty please."
"Buy me dinner, and we'll talk about it."
"I'm taking that as a yes. I'll pick you up at ten, wear something slutty."
Shadow grunted into the receiver. Slutty was not how he'd describe his wardrobe. The closest it got was a sheer crop top that was collecting dust at the back of his closet.
"I love you," she sang into the receiver. Rouge knew well that she was the only family he really had, and made damn sure she knew that he was loved. When she didn't get a response, she huffed, "Say it back, or I'll come and drag your ass out of bed."
Rubbing a hand over his eyes, the dark hedgehog smiled, "Love you too, Rouge. See you tonight."
Despite sleep still having its claws sunk into Shadow, he sat up as he ended the call. A shower would wake him up, and maybe two or three cups of coffee. He'd been neglecting Rouge this past week, paying his stalker more attention than her. Maybe going out would help get his mind off of everything.
"I feel like someone's watching me."
He was only one drink in, and that had loosened his lips enough to allow those words to slip. Shadow regretted them but didn't take them back.
"Well, you are a hot piece of ass at the bar," his best friend snorted beside him, swirling her martini glass in her hand. "People are going to stare."
"I don't mean like that," Shadow sighed, using the toothpick in his own martini glass to stab at the olive in it. He had told the bartender to hold it, and now the olive was paying the price.
"Then, what do you mean? Like, a secret admirer? I think you're a bit old for that, hon," turquoise eyes turned to him, taking a small break from watching the dance floor.
"More like a stalker."
Now, Rouge had her full attention on him, moving to lean against the bar next to him. Her voice shook a little as she uttered, "A stalker? How are you sure it's not just your dad?"
Truthfully, he couldn't be sure it wasn't, but he did know that this felt different. Whenever the CEO of the Black Arms found his prey, he moved in for the kill, sank his teeth in, and watched it bleed on the floor before him. But this predator was different, keeping its distance and waiting.
If this was his father, he had changed drastically in the two years Shadow had managed to escape his clutches. No. This was a different kind of predator, one he wasn't sure how to handle just yet.
In hopes of easing the woman's worries, he stated, "They've only been watching me. Like when I'm walking home from work or on the way to buy groceries. If it was someone Black Doom sent, I'd have already been dragged back home."
"Still, a stalker isn't good," the bat insisted, glancing around the room behind them. She knew exactly what Black Doom was like and that Shadow had a good sense for these things. Lowering her voice, she asked, "Are they watching you right now?"
One of the dark hedgehog's ears flicked, it was scarred from when his father had torn an earring out of it. Turning it back, Shadow was sure in his answer, "No."
Finishing off her martini, Rouge quickly stated, "You need to get out of that apartment. I've been telling you for months that it's not a good area. Maybe Vanilla would let you stay at her house, or you can even squeeze into my apartment if you need to."
The woman lived in a single-bedroom apartment. If Shadow stayed with her, they would quickly grow annoyed with each other, especially when Rouge appeared to bring home a different guy every night.
Which was to say he quickly dismissed her suggestion, "No, I'll be fine. Why should I be scared of some idiot stalker when I have Black Doom for a father? Eventually, they'll realize their intimidation won't work on me."
Rouge gave a shake of her head and sighed, "Just don't get yourself killed. You're my best friend, and I'm not willing to lose you because you're being petty."
"Please, this stalker thinks they're a predator, but they're not. They're prey, just like everyone else," snorted the dark hedgehog. That was how he'd always seen the world; it was what his father had taught him. He'd never forget the day he'd been beckoned into the man's office after getting into a fight at school.
"The world it broken up into two types of people. Those who are predators and the people who become their prey. You have to make a choice: are you the predator or just their measly prey?"
Shadow refused to play the part of someone's prey. Maybe he didn't see himself as a predator, but when push came to shove, he could be.
Suddenly, Rouge was turning on her heels, eyes wide as she looked out across the dance floor. Sending her best friend an apologetic glance, she queried, "You'll be fine on your own, right? That adorable boxer is here tonight, and—"
"Just go."
The bat beamed at him before leaning in to smack a kiss against his cheek. She was the only person who could get away with that. "I'll make it up to you, I promise," she stated quickly, already making her way towards the dance floor, "I love you."
Rolling crimson eyes, the dark hedgehog lifted his empty glass towards the bartender. His apartment wasn't far, he'd have a few more drinks before walking home.
A few drinks had turned into a total of five more. Almost six, but the bartender had cut him off. It was for the best. He was already stumbling on the walk back to his apartment building.
His vision wasn't blurred, but his head had that light feeling that left him feeling loose and more open. When he'd been on his fourth drink, Shadow had allowed that openness to lead him into the bathroom with some raccoon who'd come up behind him to grope him. The sex had sucked; the fucker didn't even get him off. Still, he could feel the beginning of bruises forming underneath the fur at his wrists and his back. At the very least, he could use that for when he fell back into his bed. It was smarter than pulling out the knife he kept in the drawer of his nightstand.
Shadow knew that most people with his same anatomy kept vibrators and other toys in their nightstand. Maybe those would work for him. He had never tried them, but he did know his knife would work. Not necessarily the knife, but the sick pain it brought, making the pleasure he felt that much better. It took a careful hand to keep from cutting too deep and leaving any scars underneath his fur, but sometimes he just got too excited. There was one scar on the inside of his left thigh from where he'd gotten too worked up and allowed the knife to slip. Only one of his past boyfriends had been willing to feed into his need for pain, but it began to feel like too much. The only reason the pain felt good was that Shadow had some kind of control over it.
That's why he didn't date anymore. Hookups were better; they gave him a little pain, stuffed that needy hole between his legs, and gave him enough to finish himself off when he got home. If he was able to make it home. Gaia, his feet were just barely able to carry him.
"Fucking Rouge," the dark hedgehog growled into the night, "Why'd she think I could get home by myself?"
That wasn't true. He was the one who decided to get drunk. Rouge always said he was a moody drunk and she wasn't entirely wrong.
Shadow was halfway to his apartment when he sobered up very suddenly. Someone was watching him. Grabbing onto the building beside him for stability, the dark hedgehog whipped his head around, talking in the empty streets around him.
No one was there, but he couldn't shake off the feeling. The one that made his quills stand on end and his breath catch in his throat. Someone was watching him. He knew they were.
With liquid confidence settling in his stomach, he lifted his head high and proud, like he wasn't holding on to the building to keep from falling on his ass. Into the empty street, he shouted, "You don't fucking scare me. Try to touch me, you damn coward."
His chest rose and fell rapidly, partly in annoyance and partly in an emotion he didn't want to name. When the person didn't reveal themself, Shadow scoffed into the cool night air before continuing his trek back to his apartment. Let them try to touch him. Sure, he was drunk, but he still had a holster attached to his belt, his favorite gun right under his arm for when—if—he needed it. That coward wouldn't touch him. He was sure of it.
Still, the rest of the way to his apartment, he could feel eyes boring into his back, begging for him to look back and meet them. Except, every time he did glance back, no one was there. Not anyone he could see, at least.
Fuck. Maybe he was losing it. It would be just his luck he'd end up as paranoid as Black Doom, only he didn't have nearly as many enemies as his father.
Brushing a hand through his quills, the dark hedgehog rounded a corner, and his apartment came into sight. Eager to return to his bedroom and get his hand between his thighs that were still damp from his encounter in the bar bathroom. Maybe he was a little too eager, because his foot caught on the curb, sending him careening forward. Shadow squeezed his eyes shut, preparing to bust his face in on the concrete. It wouldn't be the first time, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. He just hoped no one saw him take the fall.
Except, the impact of his chin smacking against the concrete never came. Instead, Shadow found himself caught up in two strong arms. Arms that pulled him up and pressed him into the building next to them. Finding his footing, Shadow lifted his head up to meet the person who'd so graciously saved him. Maybe he'd even thank them if he was feeling especially generous.
Except, crimson eyes met a striking green that almost seemed to glow in the darkness, looking down at Shadow with a manic expression. His breath caught in his throat. Those fucking eyes.
The stranger breathed in pants, almost like he'd been running, before he muttered, "Fuck. You're even prettier like this. I've been dying to hold you like this."
Shadow fought the slur of his words, the alcohol still coursing through his system, "Get the fuck away from me."
Those green eyes widened, as though the stranger hadn't expected him to say that. Immediately, they turned upwards while the taller mobian snorted, "If it weren't for me, you'd be eating concrete, beloved."
"Better than being held by a fucking pervert," spat the dark hedgehog, standing on the tips of his toes to stand eye-to-eye with the blue idiot. Except that only seemed to spur on the man.
"And what makes you think I'm a pervert? Maybe I'm just a nice passerby offering you a hand," the mobian before him purred. Except his actions contradicted his words, his hands brushing against the dark hedgehog's waist while he moved in closer. Shadow hated the pounding in his chest when he whispered, "But, I think you prefer it to be me, holding you like this. Don't you, dearest?"
A growl climbed in the back of Shadow's throat, one of his hands balling up into a fist, ready to strike the blue fuck in front of him. Only for the stranger to be a few steps ahead of him, grabbing both of his arms and pinning them against the rough concrete of the building at Shadow's back. With his voice raised, he demanded, "What now? Is this the part where you take advantage of me? I fucking dare you to try it."
"Take advantage of you?" The stranger mused, pressing a knee against Shadow's own, shoving his way between the two of them. A purr rumbled in the taller mobian's chest as he uttered, "No. When I fuck you, you'll be begging for it, my love. But I am interested in taking care of your little issue."
The dark hedgehog attempted to squeeze his legs closed, nearly tumbling to the ground when he dropped flat on his feet. That only brought that knee right to exactly where he didn't want it.
"Fuck off. What do you know?" Shadow's voice faltered while the knee pressed against his forsaken sex, brushing upwards, sending a spark of pleasure up his spine. The dark hedgehog's ears fell back while he sank his teeth into his bottom lip.
No. No, he wasn't giving this fucker the satisfaction.
"I know you've been squeezing your thighs together from the moment you saw it was me," replied the mobian in front of him. Despite the mask covering his face, the blue fucker moved forward to brush the fabric against Shadow's cheek, nuzzling at it.
Shadow's mouth opened to curse out the stranger. It wasn't like that. It wasn't. He was just still horny up from his botched hookup. Except, as soon as his mouth opened, the knee between his thighs brushed upwards again, giving the dark hedgehog's aching pussy the friction that he so desperately needed. A quiet moan passed his lips.
"I also know that that raccoon didn't even get you close to cumming. It makes me wonder why you even bothered with him, especially when you know you need more than a little manhandling to get off," huffed the mobian, his grip on the hedgehog's wrists tightening. His knee continued to move between Shadow's clothed thighs, almost like he was trying to encourage him. Green eyes leered down at him, "I don't have a knife on me, but I can still get you going, sweetheart."
Crimson eyes widened. Despite the tight feeling in his throat and the way his heart pounded in his chest, he found himself faltering, "How—"
How the fuck did he know about the knife tucked away in his nightstand? No one knew about it, not even Rouge.
The purr leaving the taller mobian grew louder, his eyes absolutely gleaming with delight as he pulled away. Green eyes watched Shadow's red closely while his stalker uttered, "I've been watching you for a while, and I know exactly what you like. That ex of yours will be a distant memory now that you have me."
Dumbly, Shadow shook his head, "No. No, I would've noticed you. You weren't at the bar. You weren't outside when I—you couldn't have been."
Those green eyes, which might have been a pretty shade if they didn't stare down at him like he was prey, took on that manic look again. The stranger tilted his head as he hummed, "But I was. You only know I'm there when I want you to."
"Lying prick," the dark hedgehog accused, before being overtaken by a moan. The hands around his wrists squeezed, and the knee pressed up against his cunt cruelly. Painfully.
Fuck. Shadow couldn't fight the way his hips stuttered or how his thighs tightened their hold, demanding more friction.
"No, I'd never lie to you, Shadow. Do you want me to prove it?" The stranger leaned closer again, his clothed nose brushing against Shadow's own, daring him to nod. When he did, one of his wrists were released.
Gaia, he shouldn't have had to fight the whine that nearly left him. At the very least, if the stranger was going to toy with him, he could make it a little exciting for Shadow. Except, things got much more exciting now that his wrist was free.
The stranger's hand ran over his left thigh, immediately finding where he'd sliced into his skin three nights ago. Then, his fingers found another slice and another. Green eyes turned upwards as he cooed, "There are four, but the other one is against my knee. You used your favorite knife, the black and red one with the pearl handle."
Each time those fingers brushed over the scabbed-over cuts, Shadow's hips stuttered and his knees buckled. The pain was so fucking delicious. When the stranger's hand wrapped over them and squeezed, Shadow found himself gripping against the stranger's jacket, hips moving with the knee between his thighs.
"There you are. Keep going," his stalker dared to encourage him. If it weren't for the slick absolutely pooling in his boxers, saturating the fabric, Shadow would've shut him down.
He was just still painfully aroused from earlier. That was all it was. This blue idiot had no effect on him.
"Fuck you," grated the dark hedgehog. Now, he was practically humping the stranger's leg, holding on to him with one hand. Crimson eyes squeezed shut while he tried to look anywhere but at the taller mobian.
"Gaia, you're fucking perfect. Riding my leg like a sweet, little whore," his stalker crooned, releasing his other wrist to run over his waist. Nuzzling against the dark hedgehog's cheek, he praised, "From the first moment I saw you, I knew you were perfect for me. Soon, you'll be all mine."
"No."
That was the only word Shadow could get out, between the soft moans escaping him and the way his body was grinding against the stranger's leg. Something was painfully wrong with him. This should have been terrifying, but he was so turned on.
Maybe he could blame it on the alcohol or even that the stranger knew just what to make him achingly wet. It had to be those things. Not that his stalker was actually turning him on with his warm body pressed against his own. It couldn't possibly be that something in those green eyes, which had been watching him for days now, sent shivers down his spine. Shadow was a masochist, yes, but he wasn't this fucked up in the head. Was he?
It certainly felt like it when his hips hastened in pace, chasing his release while in the arms of a man who'd been stalking him. They were just a few feet from the street, barely hidden from the streetlights in the shadow of the building next to Shadow's apartment. Anyone could come across them like this.
The hand on his thigh slipped up towards the hem of his jeans. The knee between his thighs had stopped, allowing him to take over while those fingers ghosted over the button of his jeans. Alarm bells rang inside of Shadow's head, and he quickly hissed, "Stop."
Cracking his eyes open, he met green eyes looking at him curiously. He waited. Waited for that hand to disregard him and push into his jeans, to claim his traitorous sex like it belonged to this stranger. Except, the taller mobian withdrew his hand and apologized, "Sorry, beloved. It won't happen again."
So, he was a mindful pervert, but still a fucking pervert. Although Shadow wasn't much better when his swollen clit was twitching, begging for just a little more friction. His hips hadn't stopped moving for even a second, and it was getting harder to breathe.
"You're so close, Shadow. Let me see you cum. Let me give you what that nobody couldn't," encouraged the taller mobian, grabbing at his thighs again. Fingers dug into the scabs on his thigh, breaking them open and dampening Shadow's jeans with blood.
"I hate—I hate you. Fucking die for all I care," Shadow gasped out, fingers digging deeper into the jacket. All while he senselessly dragged his clothed cunt over his stalker's thigh.
The other mobian must've sensed he was close, because he brought a hand up to grip at his jaw, forcing Shadow to look at him. Those green eyes held a dangerous look while the stranger demanded, "Look at me when you cum. Keep telling me how you hate this. How you can't stand me. Eventually, you'll be just as obsessed with me as I am with you, beloved."
There wasn't much else to look at, so when Shadow did eventually end up cumming, his thighs squeezing around the one between them and his knees giving out underneath him, all he saw was green. Somehow, his stalker managed to be merciful, holding him up while he trembled and gasped through his orgasm.
Despite everything, the dark hedgehog's head fell forward to rest against the warm shoulder in front of him. Idiot. He was a fucking idiot. Any moment now, the taller mobian would shoot him up with something or hold a rag over his mouth, and he'd never see his friends again. But neither of those things came; the stranger just held him while he found his senses.
As soon as his legs were more stable, Shadow shoved the stranger away. He waited for his stalker to curse at him or move to grab hold of him again, but he just… stood there, smiling at him. A very obvious tent had formed in his jeans.
Instead, he chuckled, "I hope you had fun, Shadow. We should do this again sometime."
"Come near me again and I'll blow out your fucking brains. Stay away from me," Shadow snarled, keeping his eyes on the taller mobian while he edged closer to his apartment building. A hand fell over his gun, grabbing the handle in a silent threat.
"Nah, I don't think I will. You're too much fun to play with," snorted the stranger, still standing there, watching him. Those green eyes smiled at him while he moved closer to his apartment. Shoving his hands into his pockets, the stalker purred, "I guess I'll be seeing you, Shadow. Make sure to get a good night's rest."
The stalker didn't move, just continued to watch Shadow while he slipped inside his apartment building and quickly walked towards his apartment. Were his legs not still trembling from his orgasm and wobbly from all the alcohol he'd consumed, he probably would've run.
Shadow fell back against the door when he was safely in his apartment. He made sure to twist the deadbolt and put on the chain lock. He hadn't even bothered with turning on the lights. From his place on the floor, Shadow could see straight into his bedroom and back at the world just outside the window. Inside his chest, his heart pounded against his ribs, and his breathing became uneven while he waited. It was coming, he knew it was, but he still jumped when two green eyes appeared in the window, peering into his apartment. Could they see him in the darkness of the apartment?
Shadow wasn't sure, but a shiver ran down his spine, and it wasn't from fear. Despite the depravity of it all, his hand twitched to find a home between his thighs, where his boxers were absolutely soaked.
This person was a sick and twisted person. So, why was Shadow so fucking turned on?
Shadow had called in sick the next day, holing himself up in the living room.
Last night, green eyes had watched him as he finally found the nerve to enter his bedroom and tear the blanket off of his bed. He could swear they almost looked amused while they watched him. Sleep never came, no matter how much he tossed and turned on the couch. All that occupied the dark hedgehog's mind was if he was watching. Waiting for him to return.
Even now, perched on his couch and snacking on a piece of toast, he found himself staring at his closed bedroom door. Was he still there? Was he just waiting for him to return? Or had he moved to wait for him to head to work? And another question took over the very back of his mind, devouring it until it became the only thing he could think of.
Had he touched himself while standing outside his window? Had he done it before, watching him while he played with himself? Just how many times had he seen Shadow with his thighs spread open?
It made his heart pound in his chest just like the night before. Everything about this was messed up and horrifying. Someone was stalking him, but he still found himself growing wet at the thought. It was hard to admit, but he liked the thrill of it. No matter how much he refused to be prey, he found himself excited at the thought of being stalked. Of being hunted. Last night had been… something, but Shadow was reminded of the fact that the blue idiot had so easily released his wrists. The dark hedgehog easily could've gotten ahold of his gun if he wanted to.
That was why he hadn't been afraid, because he knew he could've stopped it. At least, that was what he told himself. Shadow refused to admit he liked knowing he'd been defenseless, that it had been a thrill in knowing there was nothing he could do. The gun at his hip had been completely forgotten, in truth. It wasn't until his stalker had released him that he even remembered it was there. Gaia, he needed therapy or something because—
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Shadow sat up straighter on the couch, his breath catching in his throat while he turned to look at his front door. Had his stalker finally gotten tired of waiting? What would he do if Shadow let him inside? The dark hedgehog squeezed his legs together just at the thought of what the stranger would do.
Lifting himself up from the couch, Shadow inched closer to the door, his chest rising and falling with his growing excite—no, fear. That's what his chest pounding in his chest. Fear. Not anything else. For once, he'd take fear over whatever else his body was trying to get him to feel. He'd just begun to release the chain lock when a wetness began to grow at his most hated part of himself. Just another reason to hate his traitorous sex.
While he began to look through the peephole on his door, a voice called from beyond the door, making him jump.
"Gaia, are you dead in there? What's the holdup?"
Rouge. Of course it was Rouge. She probably noticed he wasn't at work today. With his ears falling back slightly, Shadow unlocked the deadbolt and called through the door, "Have you considered that I could be sleeping? I did call in sick after all."
The door swung open to reveal his best friend. She grinned at him as she tittered, "Sure, sick and definitely not hungover. I brought you coffee."
"Thanks," Shadow took a coffee from the woman's hand, moving aside to let her into her apartment. He didn't even consider that his makeshift bed on the couch would raise alarm bells in the woman's head.
"You slept on your couch last night?" Immediately, she turned to look at him with concern in her eyes.
"I didn't want to risk throwing up in my bed. Better to get the hardwood dirty than my sheets," he dismissed, moving to throw his blanket onto the arm of his couch before sitting down.
Rouge didn't look all that concerned, but she still happily plopped down on the couch beside him. Her hand flew to her pocket as she practically rambled, "You remember that boxer I was telling you about last night, right? Well, he asked me out, and I was kind of hoping—"
"No, I'm not getting you a reservation." Shadow already knew where this was going. Narrowing his eyes, he huffed, "You already owe me for last night."
"Come on, you wouldn't even have that job if it weren't for me. Please, Shadow, I'll never ask you for anything ever again," pleaded the bat, clasping her hands together. Bullshit, she was always asking him for something.
Still, it was hard to say no to her. She was his best friend, after all.
With a roll of his eyes, the dark hedgehog relented, "Give me a couple of days, and I can probably squeeze you in somewhere, but I'm not promising anything."
The bat lunged forward to bring him into a tight hug, giving him a big squeeze before letting him go quickly. Rouge knew he wasn't big on hugging, so she always kept it brief. Smiling at him brightly, she chirped, "Thank you, Shadow. I love you."
Blowing out a breath, he huffed, "Yeah, love you too or whatever. Just remember you owe me."
Rouge just grinned at him and assured, "Of course, handsome. What kind of girl do you take me for?"
"One with four different sugar daddies."
"Three, actually. And that's beside the point, I need money to open Club Rouge. It's not my fault they're trying to buy sex from me," the woman laughed, leaning back against the couch and swiping away at her phone. Before he can reply, her phone is shoved in his face.
On it, a video of a red echidna played. He punched into a bag, grunting as he did so.
"Not really my type," Shadow hummed, pulling his legs up and underneath him to get more comfortable.
"Of course not, this one's mine, but," the woman drew out the word as she turned her phone back around and grinned, "He has this roommate. A real cutie too, I bet you two—"
"I'm not really dating right now, Rouge. And you of all people should know cute definitely isn't my type," the dark hedgehog uttered, cutting her off. She stopped her swiping to pout at him, annoyance pulling at her features.
"Right, you're not dating right now, just hooking up with strangers in the bathroom at the bar. That's how you catch diseases, hon," she chastised. Crimson eyes widened before moving to glare at the bookshelf in the corner of the living room.
"You noticed that?"
"Yep. You're not slick, Shadow."
"I was just drunk."
"Sure, keep telling yourself that."
Dark ears pinned back. Rouge was one to talk, she was notorious for sleeping around. She must've known what he was thinking because she huffed, "There's a difference between meeting up with people from a dating app and picking up strangers. You need to be more careful, especially if you think you have a stalker."
Memories of the night before flooded the dark hedgehog, making his muzzle darken with a blush. Despite the smart part of himself telling him to speak up about it, he found words leaving his mouth before he could stop them, "I was just being paranoid, I think. I've kind of been on edge with work lately."
The bat tilted her head to the side and asked, "Really? You seemed so sure last night."
Shadow gave a shake of his head, "Probably just my routine fucking with my head. I'm so used to being on high alert, it's hard to get out of that headspace."
His friend hummed, before shoving her own coffee cup against his own, "Well, that's good at least. I was pretty worried for you."
"There's nothing to worry about. I'm perfectly fine."
Shadow was unsure if he was telling the truth in that moment. Was there something to worry about with his stalker lurking around? He wasn't sure, but he was ready to find out.
For the rest of the day, the dark hedgehog lounged in his living room. Like it was some kind of punishment to his stalker, who dared to grab him like that. Who dared to rub his leg up against his sex so mindlessly.
Shadow tried to focus on his latest book, but his mind kept going back to his stalker. Was he waiting for him? Was he pissed off from Shadow edging him last night by sleeping on the couch? What would he do when Shadow left the apartment?
It was disgusting, the way a soft purr built in his chest thinking about it. Maybe he'd finally fix that hook and really test the blue idiot's patience. Would he grab him again? Maybe he'd pull a knife on him. That thought made his purr grow louder and wetness pool in his boxers. Gaia, he hadn't gotten this wet in ages. Clearly, something was really fucked in his head to find this so exciting. Some sick and twisted part of himself even wanted to traipse into his bedroom, to climb onto the bed, and to toy with his clit for green eyes to see.
But that was insane. Completely and utterly fucked in the head.
So, why did he find himself padding towards the bedroom door, the cold metal of the doorknob already pressing against the sensitive pads on his hands? Why did he climb onto the bed, slowly peeling off his boxers all while crimson eyes watched out the window? Why did he find himself growing so much wetter when he found those emerald eyes?
The dark hedgehog turned his head from the window, like he wasn't hoping that the stranger was watching. He got on his knees, pressing his face into his pillows with a hand already moving to that aching wetness. Prep was never something he was fond of, so he went ahead and shoved three fingers into himself. The stretch was painful, deliciously so. Shadow's tail gave a small twitch. He wanted more, but this would work for the time being. It was easier to withstand with the scabs on his thighs pulling from the position. They'd probably tear open again.
Moving his fingers in hard and fast thrusts, Shadow moaned into his pillow, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. This was so fucked. Even Rouge would tell him that something was wrong with him for getting off on this. This was too much. Too fucked up, but he couldn't stop.
So, fuck it. If this also was allowed to get off on this, then so was he.
Chapter 2: Sink Your Teeth In
Summary:
Sonic is growing more and more anxious to get his hands on Shadow and the dark hedgehog doesn't seem too bothered by the idea, even moving to egg him on at points.
Notes:
I'm sorry it's been so long!! I kind of had a crisis while reading Lights Out (great book, but don't spoil it pls!!) for inspiration and ended up realizing the plots were a little too similar! I had to stop reading so I wouldn't be convinced to change up my plot.
!!!!EXTRA WARNING!!!!: Just in case you missed it in the tags, this fic is tagged with sexual assault, so if that isn't your thing please do not read this! And while Shadow is a consenting party in the game, there is a part in this chapter where he is drunk while being intimate and he does tell Sonic to stop, so please be aware before hand!!
Also, I had to order a new laptop because my keyboard got waterboarded with my coffee so that's wasn't fun, but I'm back!! (I say for the hundredth time...)
Thanks for your patience and please enjoy!!!!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Shadow. Shadow. Shadow. SHADOW.
The name played through Sonic's every second he was away from his beloved. Even when the shorter man was right in front of him, it rang it his the back of his head. It was like a song stuck in his head. Shadow did a good job at picking out a good name, it felt like honey on the tip of Sonic's tongue.
It rang out in the quiet of the night so sweetly, "Shadow."
Of course, the word only reached his own ears while the aforementioned sauntered through his bedroom, a towel draped across his shoulders. He only took showers at night, probably, because it took him at least an hour to finish whatever routine he had. It was pretty endearing. Sonic had come to recognize a lot of Shadow's endearing traits, along with ones he wished the perfect man before him would stop doing. The mirror routine was one of those things. It seemed so self-destructive, like he felt the need to remind himself his body was wrong, although, it did give Sonic time to appreciate the man's form.
One of Sonic's favorite things were his beloved's tri-colored hands: black like his fur until it reached his fingers, the outermost fingers were white while his middle and ring finger were the same red at his stripes. Green eyes followed them while they ran over his shoulders and across his chest, giving it a rough squeeze while wearing a grimace before moving down slightly. There were quite a few scars that cut into the skin around his chest, disrupting his fur there and drawing attention to the area. Sonic could guess what the scars were from. On his back were more scars, but Shadow never seemed to pay them any attention, despite how much more gruesome they were. It was clear they hadn't been made on accident. They layered over each other and one even disrupted the quills on Shadow's back because of how large it was. But despite all of that, Shadow almost seemed to wear them with pride.
Honestly, it appeared to be the only part of Shadow that he was proud of, making no effort to hide them with clothes. Which was another reason Sonic hated the mirror routine, continuing to watch those hands run over his sides and stomach, paying them no mind. Now, his hips always seemed to bother Shadow, he's squeeze at them harshly while a look of disgust washed over his face. Normally, that's where he'd stop, seemingly too disgusted to continue, but tonight he didn't. Tonight, his hands moved down further to pinch at his thick thighs, not that there was much to pinch, those thighs were pure muscle. Sonic knew from first hand experience. Continuing lower, he thumbed over the stripes that came up to the middle of his thighs before sliding inwards.
Not between his thighs. No, Shadow never even attempted to look there. Instead, they moved to another scar, one nearly two inches long and just below the hem of Shadow's boxers. This one, Sonic knew had been self-inflicted, especially since he could see smaller, fresher cuts scattered around it. There was no doubting that the dark hedgehog was a masochist, which only made Sonic further question the scars on his back. They were just too severe to be from some kinky night, or more.
His emerald eyes looked at them intently, until Shadow's exploration came to an end. The short hedgehog closed his closet and moved towards his dresser which was placed right next to the window. Right where Sonic could see him perfectly. Shadow had gotten bolder in the past week, traipsing around in just his boxer or a pair of shorts and spreading himself out on the bed. Before Sonic had made himself known, it hadn't been uncommon for the dark hedgehog to do just that, but this was different. Now, crimson eyes watched out the window, idly searching for Sonic just outside of it. He appeared to be enjoying their game, now that he was an active player.
Which made it all the more fun while Sonic pulled back slightly, making himself less known. Mostly, it was because he'd fallen behind with his work while keeping a close eye on his beloved, but he also wanted to toy with Shadow. He wanted to leave him wanting more. Plus, it would be hard to take care of Shadow if he lost his job, not that it was very likely that would happen.
Sonic had a sort of cult following, fans liked his art, because it was so uniquely his. If the publishers dropped him as the main artist, they'd lose more cash flow than they'd willingly admit. Plus, he'd built up a good relationship with the author, she wrote the story and often consulted with Sonic on how pages were meant to look. They worked well together. Thankfully, Shadow never recognized the style from his napkin doodles, but that was only because he preferred written word over comic books or visual novels. Not to say he was some sort of famous artist, no, he just a had a rather large following especially in the city. A lot of people had been following him from his infancy, when he published his own comics online using a half-dead computer Tails had fixed up for him. Of course, Sonic didn't miss the irony of his situation.
A small-scale celebrity stalking a nobody. Well, a supposed nobody really. Because when you did just a little bit of digging, Shadow suddenly had a very alive and public past.
Born first in line to inherit the Black Arms, a company renowned for manufacturing and trading weapons, Shadow had a rather extravagant upbringing. Private school, piano concerts, being dragged along to fancy parties, whatever would paint the respectable Black Doom as the perfect father. All while being a father who illegally imported and traded weapons, along with having plenty of hits put out on him. At least, accordingly to a couple of searches online. Something notable, Shadow never had a mother in sight and there were no records of his father being married, even when his younger brother came along. Eclipse, the first born son, biologically speaking, but Shadow always seemed to be the favorite. The golden child.
Most big business owners chose their first born sons to take over the company, but Black Doom never changed course when his son was born. Shadow was to be the heir. Of course, Shadow looked so much different in those pictures, with longer quills and dressed in feminine clothes, but it was undoubtedly Sonic's Shadow. In every picture of the family that Sonic could find online, Black doom always had a hand on Shadow, fingers digging into his skin. It wasn't hard to understand why Shadow left that life behind.
Shadow's teenaged years were a bit harder to find, almost a mystery. No social media, minimal media coverage, hardly any public appearances, the dark hedgehog almost completely vanished. The only thing Sonic could find from during that time were a few picture of him with a girl a few years older than him, Maria Robotnik. Robotnik. It was the last name Shadow had taken when he moved here. Clearly, this girl had been important to him, all his teenaged pictures were taken with her, like they were glued together. When Sonic continued looking into this Maria, he found out she had died during Shadow's sophomore year of college.
Those years that Shadow were in college were a lot easier to keep track of, mostly because that was when he met Rouge. Rouge had practically left a chronicle of Shadow's changes in the small time between his freshman year to the middle of his sophomore year. The very year that Sonic had first met him. Regretfully, his first thoughts of his beloved had been along the lines of stuck-up and total nerd. They only had a single class together, one that he had already flunked twice in years prior, but Sonic had needed to pass if he planned on graduating that year. Which he didn't, instead, he graduated a semester late. All the while, Shadow hadn't gotten the chance to graduate, just before the semester was over, he was kicked out of the school.
Back then, Sonic hadn't known it was because Shadow had publicly came out and his father pulled all his financial support. After that, Shadow disappeared again. Actually disappeared this time. For seven months, no one heard anything from him until he just showed up one day, asking for a job at a family owned cafe. His name was changed and he rented a shitty apartment. Shadow had made himself smaller, invisible to anyone who wasn't looking right at him.
But Sonic had seen him, every last part of him and he loved it. It had been only four months ago when the two of them met for the second time, Sonic was at the Seven Emeralds to discuss changes to the comic he was working on. Truthfully, he didn't need to be there, considering he normally just did his own thing, the fans always loved it, even if the publishers didn't. Except, that was only what he thought at the time. In actuality, he publishers had been wanting to copyright his old comics, ones he'd made in high school and ensure he couldn't use them for his own purposes. A comic he had already had plans of revising while Blaze, the author of the comic he was currently working on, took a hiatus. If it hadn't been for Shadow, Sonic probably would have ended up selling the rights to it.
That was one of the reasons he wanted to take care of Shadow. Without him, he might have lost the chance to work on his own and sign with a publicist who didn't want to control every aspect of his work. Even if he didn't plan to do that until Blaze ended her series, he was still so grateful for the dark hedgehog.
Shadow had so easily grabbed his attention that night, as soon as he'd sat Sonic, Blaze and two of their publishers. There wasn't a smile in sight, not like all the servers who were forcing it for tips. No, Shadow didn't force a smile, because he already had a feel for their table long before Sonic even knew what was going to happen. Just from that, Shadow had helped him. Sonic had cringed when the two publishers hounded the dark hedgehog, cracking jokes and saying the usual 'you'd look so much nicer with a smile' all while Shadow politely dismissed them. All through dinner, emerald eyes had followed Shadow, watching him while he carried out food and drinks, never taking a moment to just breathe.
Then, it happened. One of his publishers had purposefully knocked a wine glass off of the table, right in front of Shadow's feet. He grinned while the server bent down to pick up the large shards, before returning with a dust pan. Sonic still hated how he didn't pick himself up right them and there to help Shadow, but maybe that was for the best, because it led him to something so much better.
After the mess had been cleaned up and Shadow had moved into the kitchen, that same publisher had begun to talk about Shadow's ass, before taking note of his chest. The dark hedgehog didn't wear his binder while he worked the restaurant, but the swell of his chest was still hardly noticeable, especially with the fluff above it. It was a testament to how much of creep this man truly was. Still, Sonic tried to keep himself from lashing out, it was his boss after all, except he couldn't for long. Not when a couple of choice words spilled from the man's mouth. They didn't sit right with him, but he was thankful that the dark hedgehog hadn't been around to hear them. That was when Sonic had gotten up, throwing rings onto the table to pay for his part of the meal before exiting the restaurant.
The memory of the moments after that were still so fresh in his mind, even all these months later: pulling out his phone to text Knuckles, his feet carrying him towards the bus stop, hearing swears from a nearby alleyway.
A symphony of swears escaped from the alleyway, before there was a loud bang. Now, Sonic knew better than to enter the dark alleyway, that was how plenty of people got murdered in horror movies, but his curiosity got the better of him. So, he stupidly walked into the darkness and saw him, the server from before, Shadow his name tag had read.
He leaned up against the hard concrete of the restaurant Sonic had just left. Such a beautiful specimen of a hedgehog, who had been so cruelly harassed by both of his publishers. Shadow had a cigarette placed between his lips, flicking a lighter in a futile attempt to light the cigarette. The lighter spit up sparks, but refused to produce a flame. Guilt pooled in the pit of Sonic's stomach while he frowned and walked closer, only halting when crimson eyes landed on him in a harsh glare.
They were such a gorgeous color, Sonic was sure his heart had stopped beating just at the sight of them. Except, they looked at him with anger while the server's lips curled in a sneer while he pulled the cigarette away from his lips, "Here to break another glass? Because I'm really not in the mood."
"I—um—that wasn't me," Sonic uttered, dumbly, a hand moving to the back of his neck. Digging into his pockets, he quickly added, "And I'm really sorry about that. I mean, you were just trying to do your job."
"Not the first time it's happened, probably won't be the last," Shadow huffed, replacing the cigarette between his lips. His lighter was still refusing to work for him.
"Here. Let me," the taller of the two offered, pulling his own lighter from his pocket. While he didn't smoke, he had made a fidget toy out of the lighter after he'd found it on the street just a few days prior.
Crimson eyes watched him closely, but Shadow didn't bristle when Sonic moved closer, holding the lighter up and igniting it. His breath caught in his throat when the dark hedgehog leaned in closer, cupping his hands around the flame, staying like that for a moment to ensure his cigarette was lit. When he pulled back, his voice was just a little softer, "Thanks."
Sonic nodded, once again dumbly, swallowing down on nothing as he breathed out a small, "Yeah. No problem."
An awkward silence fell between them while the server took a long drag of his cigarette, visibly relaxing while he pulled it away and a stream of smoke escaped his lips. Those red eyes fell closed for a small moment while Shadow noted, "You're pretty under dressed for a business meeting."
Perceptive. Sonic was always a sucker for broody smart asses.
A laugh bubbled from the taller hedgehog's throat, "Oh, yeah, I guess I am. I didn't really expect to eat at a place like this tonight. It's not really my style."
There was a hum from Shadow, before it was quiet again. Sonic fidgeted with the lighter in his hand for a moment, shifting from one foot to another. He wanted so badly to asked the other hedgehog for his number, because he was so fucking pretty and completely his type.
"Listen," Shadow started, startling Sonic, while he crossed his hands over his chest. "You seem… nice, but I'm not really big on small talk and I'd like to enjoy a small break before I have to go back to serving your table."
Fuck, he was asking him to leave. This could be the last time he over saw this gorgeous man again. Sagging slightly, the azure hedgehog stated, "It's not actually my table anymore. I was—I was actually headed to the bus stop, but I heard you back here and, um, yeah. I try not to associate with assholes."
That got his attention, one of his ears giving a slight twitch. Sonic couldn't help himself from noticing a small notch in it while it moved, how had he gotten that?
Shadow took another drag of his cigarette, smoke leaving his mouth while he sighed, "Well, that sucks. You and that cat were the only ones I thought were going to leave a tip."
"Oh, right! Here, just let me—"
Sonic cut himself off, pulling out his wallet. It felt wrong to leave the dark hedgehog with nothing, especially after he'd been treated so poorly. A hand reached out to stop him, but it didn't make contact. Quickly, the server assured, "It's fine. Don't worry about it."
"No. No, let me, please. Not even just for a tip, but for the wine glass too," the azure hedgehog argued quickly, already counting out rings. Shadow let him, taking another drag of his cigarette.
"I'm not in need of charity," he muttered, flicking his cigarette. His dark ears pulled back, like he was ready to tell Sonic off for his insistence.
"It's not charity, I just don't think it's fair that you'll end up paying for something that you didn't break. Plus, you were a good server," Sonic continued to insist, pulling rings from his wallet and holding them out towards the dark hedgehog. He hoped it would be enough to cover the cost of the broken wine glass.
"And how, exactly, is it fair to you? You didn't break it either."
Shadow was doing everything in his power to keep from taking the rings, but the taller hedgehog wouldn't feel right leaving like this, he wanted to do something for the server. Maybe a joke would help, "Consider it a 'hanging out with assholes' tax. Besides, this will just go towards buying food truck chili dogs. You'd be saving me from myself."
A gloved hand reached out, palm up, while Shadow continued to smoke his cigarette. Their hands brushed together when Sonic slipped the rings into the other palm, almost unnoticeable, but it still had Sonic's stomach doing slips.
Shadow snorted softly, "Fine. Whatever makes you feel better."
Before the dark hedgehog pulled his hand away, Sonic placed the lighter on top of the rings, "Here. You'll get more use out of this than I will. Fair warning though; it is half-empty, but it should get you through the night."
The server raised a brow, "Quitting?"
"Oh, no, I've never smoked. I was just using this as something to fidget with," Sonic explained, watching the hand close around the rings and lighter.
"Right," the dark hedgehog hummed, shoving his hand into the pocket of the apron tied around his waist.
Now. Now was his chance to ask this gorgeous man for his number before—
"You're going to miss your bus."
"What?"
"The bus? You said you were headed for the bus stop, it'll be here any minute now."
"Oh, right. I completely forgot."
No, in actuality, he didn't want to leave now. Not when he was talking to what could be the most beautiful mobian he'd ever laid his eyes on.
Crimson eyes gave him a skeptical look, but Shadow shrugged. Gaia, were they really going to leave it like this?
"Well, um, I hope your night gets better from here. It was nice to meet you. I'm Sonic, by the way," he finally said, talking a step back. Those red eyes watched him for a moment.
"Yeah, you too. Thanks for the lighter."
Those were the last words he heard from Shadow, their conversation was over. Sonic hated having to walk away, but he also didn't want to end up missing his bus.
The next day, he returned to the restaurant, in hopes of clearing up what happened with the wine glass, just in case Shadow got into any trouble for what happened. It was pure coincidence that he happened to get Shadow's last name out of it. Or that he'd returned the day after that and ended up following the dark hedgehog home.
Sonic couldn't help himself, he adored the dark hedgehog and wanted to know more. It would've been helpful if Shadow had any social media whatsoever, but it was fine, gathering information was part of the fun. Sonic had come to understand that the cafe was one of the best places to see the real Shadow; he smiled more while working with the rabbits and unabashedly enjoyed his books. It was something, watching his eyes glimmer while the roamed over the pages and how he straightened in his seat when he was getting interested. But Sonic really loved the smaller things: the odd rhythm Shadow drummed against the counter with his fingers, the way he refused to let his quills be out of place, the way he toyed with the golden bracelets around his wrist when he with bored.
Everything. Sonic adored all of it.
It was even better when Shadow was home, working on his computer or reading on his bed. The dark hedgehog didn't own a TV so he was only ever able to watch anything on his phone or his dingy, little laptop. Tonight, after pulling on a baggy shirt, he laid out on his stomach and set up said laptop, pulling up an old-timey horror movie.
Sonic couldn't miss how red eyes glances in his direction every now and then, searching for him. That was another thing to love about Shadow; he didn't scare easily.
"You're back."
"I am," Sonic purred from behind his mask, his hands shoved into his pockets. His athletic jacket was a little eye-catching for his newfound hobby, but he only had time for his daily run while Shadow worked the cafe. Plus, red eyes always seemed to roam over his toned chest and stomach.
"Do you want your usual?" Emerald eyes didn't miss the way the dark hedgehog's muzzle darkened. The last time Sonic had made himself known was when Shadow had put himself on display the night after their little interaction. Clearly, it was still as fresh in his beloved's mind as it was in his own.
"Actually, I think I'll try something new, if you're willing to give me another suggestion," stated the azure hedgehog, leaning in a little closer.
"Chai latte? It's one of my favorites," Shadow supplied easily, waiting for the taller hedgehog to nod before punching in it. "Anything else?"
"A cinnamon roll and whatever you want. Don't forget to get yourself something to eat," Sonic reminded the dark hedgehog. Really, his beloved Shadow needed to start eating more, he hardly ate two meals a day.
"Name for the order?"
Sonic grinned. No, not yet, not until he was sure that Shadow would have him.
"Shadow should work just fine, don't you think?"
Those pretty red eyes rolled, but Sonic could see him punch it in before telling him his total. Stepping back from the counter, he cooed, "See you tonight."
Shadow hummed, not denying it while he moved on to his next customer. The older rabbit, Vanilla, took over when Sonic and Shadow's orders came out and the dark hedgehog moved to the same spot he always took. He was already biting into his sandwich while he sat down, opening the book he'd set out for himself. It was new, probably another horror novel, Sonic assumed.
Honestly, it was laughable. Ironic really, how Shadow had such a deep love for horror novels and movies while practically living in one. Sonic was big enough to admit that he was a stalker, that he was what he was doing, stalking Shadow, but he never cowered or ran away from Sonic. No, Shadow threatened him and openly antagonized him, well that was what he'd done until Sonic cot his hands on him. That's when he did what Sonic could only dream up in his wildest dreams. Sweet, precious Shadow had ground his clothed cunt over Sonic's leg and came from just that. Gaia, it had been so perfect. Sonic had wanted to take him right then and there, to rip off his mask and sink his teeth into Shadow's shoulder.
But he couldn't, not until he knew Shadow was his and that he wouldn't run as soon as he found out who he was under the mask. Of course, that interaction had been a good start, but Sonic couldn't trust it fully. No, he needed to be sure. So, he'd just have to ensure the two of them ended up having more interactions like that one.
Which wouldn't be too hard, since Shadow appeared to be watching Sonic as much as he was watching him. Yes, the two of them were going to make quite the pair.
The dark hedgehog was back at the bar with Rouge. The same one Sonic had nearly been caught at last time when Knuckles walked in, thankfully Rouge had been there to grab his attention. It was also where Sonic found disgust wrenching at his stomach when Shadow allowed that raccoon to drag him into the bathroom and fuck him.
That time, he couldn't stand to follow Shadow. He just couldn't bring himself to do it, but tonight, he had to. The dark hedgehog had downed four drinks already and was allowing some scrawny lion with a face full of piercings to grope him. They had hardly talked before Shadow was gripping the lion's shirt and pulling him into the bathroom. Sonic, somehow, found the nerve to follow a few moments after, slipping into the empty stall beside them and leaning against the plastic wall between the three of them.
Huffs and puffs sounded on the other side, along with a quiet moan that Sonic knew hadn't come from Shadow. After a moment too long, someone let out a sharp growl. Shadow.
"Just fuck me already. I didn't choose the bathroom for foreplay."
The lion muttered something, but Sonic couldn't find it in himself to care enough to pay him any attention, not when a quiet groan left Shadow. He was getting fucked, not even a foot away. Sonic had half a mind to kick the stall door open and rip his perfect Shadow away from the lion, especially when Shadow whined.
"Harder."
Another groan and something akin to a moan, but the noises were nothing like when he'd been riding Sonic's thigh. The lion wasn't giving him what he wanted.
Shadow snarled, "I said fucking harder. Give me more."
He sounded like a brat, but Sonic knew that if it were him, Shadow wouldn't even have to ask. And Sonic definitely wouldn't complain like the lion did. Gaia, he didn't have a fucking clue, that was clear from how Shadow continued to growl.
"Use your teeth. Bite me. I don't care, just fucking hurt me or something."
Such a masochist. Sonic didn't miss how Shadow gravitated for carnivore and omnivore mobians, because they had sharper claws and teeth. They could more easily injure him, whether it was on purpose or on accident.
But the lion didn't seem to like what Shadow had demanded, "I'm not really into that."
And that was Shadow's breaking point, with another sharp growl he snapped, "Fucking pull out then."
"What?"
"Are you deaf? Pull. Out. If you won't give me what I want then there's no point."
"Are you fucking serious?"
There was a quick rustle of fabric after that, before the stall door beside Sonic opened and slammed shut, all while the lion cursed Shadow. Good, he didn't deserve to fuck Shadow.
Blue ears listened closely in the sudden quiet of the bathroom. Sonic wouldn't move until he knew Shadow was leaving, just in case he decided to take care of himself. There was no way, the azure hedgehog would miss the chance to hear that. Except there wasn't the soft squelch of Shadow slipping his hands into his boxers.
No, Sonic heard him stomp out of the bathroom stall. Quietly, he waited for him to leave, closing his eyes at the thought that he wouldn't have to listen to someone fucking his—
CRACK!
The azure hedgehog nearly jumped out of his skin when something smacked against the door to his bathroom stall. Familiar boots stood just outside while a voice snarled, "I know you're in there. Open the door."
Probably against his better judgment, Sonic unlocked the door and it immediately swung open, narrowly missing the azure hedgehog's face. Tilting his head to the side, he asked, "How'd you know?"
Crimson red eyes glared at him while Shadow grabbed a fist full of his shirt, "You came in not even a minute after us. Plus, you wear really bright shoes for a fucking stalker."
The taller hedgehog couldn't help the small smile that curled at his lips. His beloved had been paying attention to him well enough to recognize him by his shoes. Laughing quietly, he beckoned, "So, what now? Are you going to hit me because you're hookup didn't work out?"
A growl rumbled in the back of the dark hedgehog's throat, "I should. It's your fucking fault."
"My fault? How's that?"
Shadow didn't answer. Instead, he reached behind him to lock to the stall door, sending a shudder down Sonic's spine. What was his perfect Shadow planning?
"It's hard to get fucked when your stalker is in the next stall, listening in. Takes all the fun out of it."
"Didn't sound like you were having much fun."
"Shut up."
The shorter hedgehog bared his fangs, sharper than any Sonic had seen on another hedgehog, but so hot. Even if they were probably seconds away from tearing out his throat.
"Come on, I know what it sounds like when you're enjoying yourself. That guy never would've gotten you off."
"What's it going to take to get you to stop this game of yours?"
"Nothing. I only want you."
A hand grabbed at the hem of Sonic's shorts, causing him to stiffen slightly. Shadow scoffed, "Oh, please. You're just looking to get your dick wet, right?"
A shiver ran down Sonic's spine. He breathed out a shaky breath as he argued, "If I wanted that, I would've fucked you the first time I saw you."
Suddenly, the dark hedgehog was on his knees in front of him, slowly kneading at his pouch that was rapidly swelling. Those red eyes looked up at him, tempting him, while he pressed, "So, you don't want this?"
The rumble of a purr started in the back of the taller hedgehog's throat, while he brought a hand up to his clothed mouth. A moan nearly passed his lips as he said, "More than anything."
Shadow ran a tongue over the front of his shorts, warm and wet while he growled, "If you're gentle with me, I'll bite it off."
Before the azure hedgehog could think of a reply, the mobian below him was pulling his shorts down and lapping at his rapidly hardening cock. While one hand slowly rubbed against his pouch, the other was down by his own thighs, shoved into his jeans. Gaia, Sonic had to be dreaming, because there was no way Shadow was about to give him a blowjob while touching his perfect cunt.
Except, there he was with his mouth wrapping around the head of Sonic's cock as it began to protrude from his pouch. Already, he was gripping harshly at the fur at Sonic's hip, a small growl rumbling in his throat. The azure hedgehog took the message loud and clear, gripping at his beloved's quills and pulling him flush against his hips. Sonic wasn't used to being rough, but he'd certainly try for Shadow. Especially when a soft moan left the dark hedgehog just from a little quill pulling. And it only got better as more of Sonic slipped from his pouch, slowly filling Shadow's mouth full of cock.
The hedgehog between his legs seemed to happily bob his head, swirling a tongue around the head of his cock before sinking down. Sonic hated to think about how he'd gotten so skilled at sucking dick. Instead, he left his head fall back while he pulled at the quills in his hand, slowly thrusting into the softness of Shadow's mouth. Quiet moans left the dark hedgehog, made all the better as he touched himself just out sight of emerald eyes. Still, blue ears could hear the squelch of fingers pressing into the shorter hedgehog's soaking wet pussy. Sonic doubted he had gotten so wet from the lion's pitiful attempt to fuck him. No, he was getting off on this.
What else did his beloved enjoy? The azure hedgehog was dying to find out.
With a particularly rough thrust into Shadow's throat, he cajoled, "Is this what you came here for, dearest? Not for that lion, but for me?"
A small groan left the dark hedgehog, red eyes looking at him with tears pooling into them. Fuck, he was a crier. That made him twitch down Shadow's throat, thinking about him crying while Sonic fucked him senseless.
"You enjoy our game, don't you? It seems like every night when you get home, you touch yourself now. You didn't do that before," he continued to tease, tugging at dark quills. Normally, he wasn't so bossy with his partners, but Shadow was purring at being used, so he figured it would be fine.
More soft moans left the dark hedgehog, his hand moving more fervently between his thighs while he bobbed his head faster. No answer, but that was to be expected.
Shadow took all of him into his mouth, his nose brushing against the fur of the azure hedgehog's pelvis before swallowing down around his cock. A loud groan left Sonic, his hips thrusting into that indescribable wetness, relishing how the hedgehog at his feet gagged slightly. Still, his hand moved between his thighs. He was enjoying this. A deep-seated heat was already beginning to pool in Sonic's stomach, it was embarrassing, but he couldn't stop it. This was only something he could fantasize about. With a few more bobs of the dark hedgehog's head, he was cumming down his throat, waiting for teeth to dig in to his sensitive flesh for his lack of warning.
But that didn't happen. Instead, he pulled away still teary eyed and panting slightly, his hand pulling out from where it had been toying with his pussy. He didn't cum. Sonic couldn't leave him wanting, not when he'd taken such good care of him.
Shadow stumbled to his feet, but before he could begin to zip his pants back up, Sonic grabbed hold of him. Despite the tears in his eyes he hissed, "Let go."
"You didn't cum. I want to help you," Sonic argued, pushing him up against the door. He began to pull off one of his gloves before bringing his hand down to brush against one of his beloved's thighs.
"I didn't ask for your help. Let me go."
"Make me. You wear those steel-toed boots, so kick me."
No blow came to his shin, no hands pushing him away, so Sonic moved his hand upwards before dipping down into Shadow's pants. Soft lacy panties were completely soaked.
"Stop. I don't—"
"Hush. Let me take care of you."
"Please, I—"
Sonic cut him off, pressing two fingers between wet, sticky folds while his thumb found his swollen clit. A clipped whine escaped the dark hedgehog, while his knees buckled, but Sonic grabbed under his thigh to keep him held up. Nuzzling against Shadow's cheek he encouraged, "It's alright, sweetheart. Just grab onto me and I'll take care of everything."
The hedgehog pressed against him shakily shook his head, "I can't. Not like this."
Giving the thigh in his hold a harsh squeeze, right where Shadow had sliced into the skin of his thigh last night, Sonic watched his beloved bite into his bottom lip. Insistent, he snorted, "You spread your legs for strangers at the bar, but when you actually want someone you say no. Or are you into this? Saying no. Being forced to take it."
A soft flush overtook his beloved's muzzle. He didn't offer a real reply, but just whispered, "My legs are going to give out."
With a grin, Sonic pulled his hand from the warmth of Shadow's jeans, using it to hoist the dark hedgehog up quickly before plunging his hand back inside those jeans. Unsurprisingly, legs wrapped around his waist, twitching when he pressed back into that perfect, wet pussy.
"There we go."
"I'm serious. Stop."
"I told you: make me. But no, your wrapping your legs around my waist like a slut."
Shadow whined, hips rocking into his hands. So fucking perfect. Sonic nuzzled down his throat, aching to bite into the shorter hedgehog's throat, to get a taste of him. Pulling away a little, he ordered, "Close your eyes."
That caused Shadow to tilt his head to the side slightly, "Why?"
The azure hedgehog's only response was, "You'll see."
Despite how much he was trying to fight Sonic, those ruby red eyes slipped closed, but Shadow was tense. Pulling a hand away from those thick thighs, the taller hedgehog pulled down his face mask and moved in to lap at his beloved's throat. His teeth scraped against the feather soft fur of the dark hedgehog's throat, a soft purr rumbled just underneath.
It wasn't enough though. No, Sonic needed more of the sweet hedgehog pressed against him. Gripping at the skin-tight shirt Shadow was wearing he pulled it up to reveal his soft chest and the fur that laid on top of it. The dark hedgehog's hands scrambled to grab at him.
"Stop. Don't."
"You're perfect. Just relax and enjoy yourself," Sonic assured, leaning down to nip at the small swell of Shadow's chest. It moved underneath him rapidly, like Shadow couldn't get enough air.
"Please. Please, I don't—I can't. Just, don't," stuttered the hedgehog in his arms, but his hands didn't push him away. Was his only problem with Sonic playing with his chest? It was hardly any different from Sonic's own.
"You never play with your chest. Do you hate it that much? It's perfect. I adore it just as much as the rest of you. All of you is perfect," purred the azure hedgehog. His teeth found a home in the soft flesh of Shadow's chest, digging deep enough for the metallic taste of blood to hit his tongue.
A whine escaped Shadow, his hips rocking into Sonic's hand that was slowly thrusting into his warm wetness. Pushing another finger into the dark hedgehog's cunt, Sonic licked at the small wound he'd made. Gently, he drew his tongue over the small scars around his beloved's chest, showing it a little love before burying his teeth into flesh once more.
So soft and sweet against his mouth. Gaia, his Shadow was so perfect whimpering while Sonic thrusted his fingers inside him, quickening his pace. Shadow's cunt was so tight around his fingers, convulsing while they roughly toyed with him, his thumb pressing harshly against his clit.
"Getting close, baby? Let me feel it," the azure hedgehog cooed, dragging his tongue up the middle of his beloved's chest until he found fluffy, white fur. He couldn't stop himself from burying his nose in it, just like he wanted to the first time he'd seen it.
Another long whine left the hedgehog in his arms, "Please, stop. I want to stop."
With a small laugh, Sonic taunted, "Then, push me away. Do anything other than draw me in, gorgeous."
Was this really what his beloved got off on? Playing the part of the victim? Well, he could let him do that, so long as he got to toy with his sopping wet cunt.
"I can't. I can't, please, just—"
Once again, Sonic's teeth sank into the flesh of Shadow's chest, drawing more blood before he sucked at it. Bitter with a copper taste, but still so delicious on his tongue. In a bold move, he moved up and captured the dark hedgehog's open mouth, his chin wet with drool and his nose scrunching up at the taste of his own blood.
But he didn't pull away. No, he allowed the azure hedgehog to happily explore his mouth, tasting the liquor that still clung to his tongue. Pulling away, Sonic dragged his tongue over his beloved's cheek with a small laugh, "You're still not fighting back. Do you want this or not?"
"Fuck you," the shorter hedgehog huffed, but it wasn't very threatening. His voice wavered and broke off with a soft moan, all while his eyes were still squeezed shut.
Such an obedient little thing. It would've been so easy for him to crack open an eye and put an end to their game, but he didn't.
"Maybe after you cum, sweetheart," teased the taller of the two, ducking down again to toy with Shadow's chest. Slowly, he lapped at the wound he'd made that was still bleeding into black fur, making it look red-tinged and inky with wetness.
"I can't. Not here. Please, just—"
"Yes, here. You came to me, so now you're going to cum when I tell you to," Sonic growled into the soft fur, damp with blood. It was the sweetest thing to ever touch his tongue. He felt drunk on the very scent of his beloved's blood and arousal.
Before the smaller man in his hold could argue anymore, the azure hedgehog thumbed over the small little nub placed just above the wetness his fingers were thrusting up into. A strangled noise left the shorter hedgehog while his back arched off of the stall door and into Sonic's waiting mouth.
Drawing his tongue over white fur and staining it red, the taller hedgehog happily rubbed at his lover's clit. Velvety walls clamped down around his fingers while hips stuttered with every brush of his thumb over his perfect clit. A sort of whine escaped the shorter hedgehog, his hand twisted tightly into Sonic's jacket. It was impossible to tell if this was an attempt to push Sonic off of him or pull him in closer.
Either way, Sonic was undeterred, capturing Shadow's lips in a kiss that was more of a fight. His beloved's muzzle was a mess of drool, blood, and tears; Sonic was sure the smaller man had never looked more beautiful.
"Cum for me, beautiful. Give me a preview of what it feels like to fuck you," purred the azure hedgehog, pressing his thumb harder against Shadow's clit. There was a small flutter of the shorter hedgehog's eyelids, more of a twitch than an attempt to glance at his stalker.
It only took a few more circles of his thumb before Shadow was moaning openly, his cunt becoming a vice grip around the fingers inside it. Shadow's eyes were squeezed shut while his head fell back against the stall door with a dull thump, mouth hung open while his soft sounds escaped him. Sonic couldn't stop his tail from wagging, "What an obedient whore. I knew I made the right choice when I chose you. You're so fucking perfect."
Black ears pulled back while Shadow hissed, "Shut up and just fuck me already."
Gaia, Sonic wanted to do that more than anything. And it would be so easy with Shadow pinned up against the door, listening to him so obediently. How easy would it be to slip into that velvety wetness? To claim Shadow and make him his forever?
But no, he couldn't. Not when he remembered what his beloved had been doing before this. Or more specifically, who.
"You know I'd love to, but I don't take anyone's sloppy seconds." Leaning closer, the taller hedgehog allowed his lips to brush against a dark ear while he taunted, "If you really want me to fuck you, you'll keep these pretty legs closed, like a good boy. Although, that might be a bit of a challenge for a little whore like you."
"Fuck you," snarled the dark hedgehog. There was a small flicker of his eyelids and Sonic got a small glance of red before he clapped his still gloved hand over eyes attempting to glance at him.
"Tsk. Tsk. That's not being very good, Shadow," chided the blue hedgehog. Despite the playfulness of his words, there was a growl in his voice while he pressed closer Shadow, leaving little to no room between the two of them.
"Just take what you want already and leave me the hell alone," Shadow growled, baring sharp while he grabbed a fistful of Sonic's jacket. A noise that could almost be mistaken for a whine escaped the shorter hedgehog when peach-colored fingers slipped out of his cunt.
"I want you. Not your body. Even if it is very appealing," Sonic reminded the man in his hold, allowing his free hand to brush through dark fur, wetting it with Shadow's own arousal.
"Let go of me. Right now."
They were done already? How boring. Still, Sonic smeared the residual wetness clinging to his hand into Shadow's fur before adjusting his mask properly. Once his mask was hiding his face once more, he pulled his hand away from pretty red eyes that glowered at him. Pouting under his mask, he teased, "And here I was hoping we'd cuddle a little after this."
Hands pushed him off of the shorter hedgehog, almost sending Shadow toppling to the floor with his only support jerking away. Thankfully, the dark hedgehog was able to find his footing, still glaring at Sonic while he zipped his pants up and fixed his shirt back over his abused chest. Shadow didn't say anything else to him, just pulled open the stall door and slammed it behind him. While footsteps were dulled behind the door the the bathroom closing, Sonic found a laugh bubbling up in his throat.
Tearing off his face mask, the azure hedgehog brought his still bare hand up to his mouth, shoving his fingers into it with his mouth with a moan. The taste of his love was just barely there. Gaia, he regretted brushing it off, but he was trying to be a gentleman for his dear Shadow. Shadow. Shadow who had just been wrapped around his fingers. Who had sucked his cock so sweetly. The azure hedgehog found himself reaching underneath his hood to grip at his quills while he continued to giggle, his tail wagging behind him.
Never before had he gotten this far. There had been others before Shadow, but those relationships were child's play when he compared it to his relationship with Shadow. Shadow was perfect.
Sonic was overtaken with his manic giggling, certain to terrify anyone who dared to enter the bathroom, but that didn't matter. He had all but crumpled to the floor, tearing at his quills while he laughed, all too delighted with the turn of events. Of course, he'd known Shadow would come around, but he hadn't expected how quickly the dark hedgehog would accept him.
A moan nearly left him while his laughter died down. Shadow was so perfect for him. No one had looked so pretty covered in there own blood.
The hands in Sonic's quills tightened. His beloved had looked like a mess leaving the bathroom and here he was giggling like a psycho. That wouldn't look good if Shadow did decide to tell on him. But Shadow wouldn't do that. Shadow wanted this. Wanted Sonic. He wasn't going to tell anyone about Sonic, not when they were having so much fun…
Right?
Picking himself up, Sonic readjusted his mask. No. No, Shadow wasn't going to betray him like that. He had to know just how much Sonic loved him.
Still, the azure hedgehog was hastily pulling on his glove and pushing out of the bathroom, emerald eyes taking in his surroundings. There was no rush of security headed his way or anyone surrounding the familiar form of Shadow. But Sonic's heart wouldn't stop pounding in his chest, not until he was able to find Shadow. After a few seconds, he finally spotted the dark hedgehog at the bar, pulling on a leather jacket while Rouge stood by his side, looking concerned. Her mouth was moving, but Sonic was too far away to hear her.
Pulling his hood down to further obscure his face, the comic artist glided through the crowd until he found a spot where he could hear the two without being pushed around. Pulling his phone from his pocket, the azure hedgehog quirked an ear their way.
"Are you sure you're alright?"
"Perfectly fine. I just want to head home."
"You don't look fine. You look like you've been crying and there's blood on your cheek. If something—"
"Nothing happened. Or not anything I didn't like. Let's just go."
There was a small silence between the two before the bat sighed, "You know, a gross bathroom is probably the worst place to indulge in your kinks. I wouldn't be surprised if you got an infection."
The voices grew closer and green eyes saw a familiar form pass in front of him while Shadow retorted, "I've been through worse."
"That's not the point and you know it."
Both of them pushed through the crowded room, obscuring their voices. Sonic waited for a long minute before following them. It wasn't smart to follow closely and he had first hand experience of how that could end. So, he kept a good distance, even if it meant he couldn't listen in on the rest of the conversation.
The two best friends walked down the quiet and almost empty street. Every few minutes, red eyes would glance around, but they never caught sight of Sonic, at least not until they'd made it to the dark hedgehog's apartment. Instead of entering the apartment building, the two stood outside while the woman tapped away at her phone, seemingly getting a ride home. The whole time Shadow appeared to be glaring out into the darkness, wherever he thought Sonic might be. Honestly, it was a little insulting, Sonic wouldn't hurt Rouge, in fact, he was becoming quite fond of the woman.
After about ten minutes, a car Sonic recognized all too well appeared, stopping in front of the pair before Rouge climbed inside. Sonic slipped deeper into the shadows, just in case Knuckles happened to look his way. As far as the echidna knew he'd been at his art studio every time he'd stayed out late at night and Sonic would prefer not to lie to him more than he had to. Before the two of them left, Rouge popped he head out of the window and appeared to tease Shadow, if the way those dark ears pulled back were any indication. With a few more words, the bat pulled herself back into the car and the couple peeled off in the direction of Sonic and Knuckle's shared apartment.
For a long moment, Shadow stood under the lamplight, his eyes tracked over the open street before he finally turned and entered his apartment building. Once he was inside Sonic booked it around back, disappearing into the forest behind the building and ducking into the bushes.
At times like this, it got a little boring watching Shadow, waiting for him to finish whatever he was doing outside his bedroom. Then again, it was always worth it when Shadow finally appeared. Tonight he came in with damp fur and dressed in a baggy shirt and his usual boxers. It felt odd since Shadow had recently taken to entering his bedroom without his shirt.
Maybe it was his way of punishing Sonic, but the azure hedgehog couldn't care about petty revenge, because he could still taste Shadow's blood on his tongue. With a final glance at the window, the dark hedgehog climbed onto his bed and slipped under his blankets before turning his back to the same window. A white and red hand clicked off the lamp next to the bed, plunging the room and the forest just outside the window into darkness. Viridescent eyes watching the form on the bed closely, watching his beloved's breathing slowly even out.
After he was sure that Shadow had fallen asleep, the azure hedgehog crept closer to the window, peering inside. His fingering twitched, almost reaching for the window in front of him. On rare occasions, he'd allow himself to creep through and wander through the darkness of the apartment. Sometimes he'd even use it to allow himself to better watch the dark hedgehog while he slept. It would be easy.
Shadow had forgotten to lock the window the night Sonic had made himself known and it had become something of a guilty pleasure for the artist. But he wouldn't tonight. No. Those panties he'd been wearing tonight had to be somewhere in that apartment, and if Sonic entered, he knew he wouldn't be leaving without them. That wouldn't be a great idea, he didn't want Shadow locking him out if he could help it.
So, he watched Shadow sleep for just a little bit longer before he pushed through the foliage. He'd run home. Yeah, that would help him get his mind off of those panties that had to still be soaked in Shadow's arousal.
Definitely.
"Long night, handsome?"
Emerald eyes immediately caught sight of a familiar bat while Sonic pushed into his apartment. The woman was wearing different clothes than she had been earlier, clearly her and Knuckles were more serious than the man let on.
Offering the woman a small smile, the azure hedgehog shrugged, "You could say that. Knux make any food?"
"There's some leftover pizza," Rouge offered, eyeing him closely as he moved towards the kitchen. "So, what's been keeping you out so late? Don't tell me you're finally dating someone."
"I wish. I've just been working in the studio, catching up on work. Actually, I'm heading back after I grab some food and grab a change of clothes," Sonic replied, plucking a slice of pizza and taking a large bite. Gaia, it tasted so good.
Sonic seemed to have picked up Shadow's habit of skipping meals as of late, but he couldn't help it. When he wasn't working he was doing his best to keep an eye on the dark hedgehog.
The woman hummed sitting her arms on the back of the couch before resting her chin atop them to address the man, "Y'know, that friend I mentioned is still single. He's a real hottie. A little moody, but it just adds to his charm. I could set you two up."
Fuck, the comic artist had to fight the urge to purr. Rouge already accepted him and wanted him to be with Shadow, but it was too early to admit his affection. This was a process and for once, he didn't mind waiting. With a shake of his head, Sonic sighed, "Sorry, Rouge, but I already have my eyes on someone."
A pout pulled at the bat's features, "Damn. It would have been perfect, the four of us could've gone on double dates."
"Sorry to crush your hopes," laughed the azure hedgehog moving towards his bedroom. Before he entered it he asked, "Where is Knuckles anyway?"
"Shower. The big guy is so shy, he wouldn't let me join," Rouge whined, leaning back into the couch dramatically. Sometimes Sonic truly wondered how she and Shadow of all people became best friends.
"Yeah, I don't think he'll ever grow out of that," snorted the man.
He had known Knuckles since he was just a teenager when they'd been placed in the same foster home. They hadn't always gotten along, in truth they butted heads often the first few months, but eventually, they came to understand each other. Knuckles had become like a brother to him and had helped him get him feet on the ground after he aged out.
It was hard to list off all the stories Sonic had heard when he'd jumped from foster home to foster home. Some kids parents had been arrested, others willingly gave them up, and of course, there were all the kids who'd lost their parents. Knuckles had been one of those kids. Truthfully, Sonic couldn't remember his parents or if he even had any, his past before fifteen had always been a memory. All he'd ever known were foster families who were either too withholding or too giving with their affection. The only family he ever knew were his brothers.
Of course, it wasn't easy keeping track of Knuckles when they got different placings, but they did their best. With Tails it was easier, the fox kit was attached at his hip and no one in their right mind had tried to tear the two of them apart. It helped that Tails was a cute kid and everyone bent to the will of the little ones with sweet faces. When Sonic aged out, he took the fox kit with him with a lot of help from Knuckles. Sonic was sure he wouldn't have gotten this far without them, the two of them helped keep him grounded and out of trouble. For the most part.
But now that Tails was living in his college dorms and Knuckles was more focused on his career, Sonic had a bit more leeway. His brothers weren't able to keep him from his less than healthy activities.
"That's right, you two have known each other for a long time, huh?"
Shaking away all the memories of awful foster homes, the hedgehog nodded, "Oh yeah, I could tell you a whole lot of stories."
A grin pulled at the woman's face, "I might have to take you up on that someday."
"Cool," Sonic laughed, twisting the handle to his bedroom. "Well, I've gotta head back to work. I've got a lot to catch up on."
"I don't envy you, Blue," hummed the bat, lifting the remote and turning on the TV.
Blue ears could hear some kind of soap opera playing while he pushed into his bedroom. Swiping up his gym bag, the comic artist quickly grabbed his drawing tablet and some clothes for the next day—technically later that day, but that was just semantics. It was a sort of routine for him; putting off work until he was almost on his deadline, that was when he created his best work.
Sonic went ahead and grabbed his sketchbook and pencils as well. He'd always preferred digital art, but it was nice to go back to basics every once in a while, and he really wanted to get a good sketch of Shadow. Cartoon Shadows were normally his go-to, especially when he needed a little encouragement to get through his pages. Even if he knew Shadow would never spout out the cheerful 'you can do it' and I believe in you' Sonic wrote in little speech bubbles next toe his head. A proper sketch of the hedgehog was long overdue.
But that wasn't to say he'd never done a proper portrait of Shadow, no, that was fair from the truth. Just walking into his art studio, he was faced with dozens of paintings of the hedgehog that he'd done from memory. Some more raunchy than others. It was never enough though. None it was ever enough.
Any other time Sonic would grow bored of creating the same thing over and over again, but never Shadow. Which is why he wanted a proper sketch of his beloved. He needed to traced ever line of his face, every freckle, every hair smoothed perfectly into place.
When morning came, Sonic followed his normally routine: watch Shadow get ready for work, walk him to work, hit the gym for an hour, go for his run, and finally enter the small cafe. Today, he made sure to bring his gym bag with him, packed with his tablet and sketchbook.
Sadly, Shadow wasn't working the register, but Sonic had a good idea of what Shadow liked by now. Once he'd placed his order, he moved for the corner of the cafe that Shadow normally occupied. It wasn't just to grab his attention, but so he could set up his tablet and work on his remaining pages while he waited for Shadow to take his break. Currently, they were on a battle arc, which was always Sonic's favorites and where his art style truly shined.
All the way back in high school, when he minimal access to supplies and worked on a laptop that Tails had, quite literally, found in a dumpster; people had adored his style. His art teachers had always called it garish and all round just too loud. Sonic never truly gave a shit, his college professors seemed more appreciative and actually helped him perfect his style.
A style of a near rainbow for every panel with shaky, jagged lines that shifted with the emotion of each panel. Sonic was well know for his color composition, shifting his rainbow of colors when the tone changed and sometimes even smoothing his lines. It was the reason Blaze chose him for her work. They worked well together and could spend hours discussing a single page. The two of them rarely had any real arguments and Sonic practically had free reign to do whatever he wanted. There was even talk of him working on her next big project, with time to work on his own comics of course.
It was a pretty sweet gig. Especially because drawing was about the only thing that could slow Sonic down, he found something peacefully in piecing together a page. Today, he was working with the reds of a battlefield and years of resentment, that helped his sharp lines perfectly.
He found himself so engrossed with his work that he jumped, his pencil slipping across the screen when his latte was sat down in front of him. Clicking off his tablet, emerald eyes lifted up to meet furious crimson. Wearing a grin under his mask, the azure hedgehog purred, "Hi sweetheart."
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Working? It's pretty common for people in a nice little cafe like this," Sonic replied, playing dumb and leaning back in his chair while the dark hedgehog next placed his cinnamon roll in front of me.
"And you have to do that in my spot?" There was a small growl in Shadow's throat, his eyes narrowing before he moved back towards the register to retrieve his own coffee and sandwich. Despite his annoyance, his beloved still took the seat across from him.
"I needed the table, besides," Sonic started, reaching down towards his gym bag and retrieving his sketchbook and a pencil, "I wanted to sketch you and that's hard to do from across the room."
One dark ear twitched, but to Sonic's complete and other surprised, the barista sighed, "Whatever. Just don't pester me."
That was easier than expected. Maybe Shadow was finally warming up to him.
"Of course not, doll face," the azure hedgehog purred back, flipping open the sketchbook and getting to work. A purr reverberated in his throat while he sketched out the basic shape of Shadow.
The man in front of him managed to surprise him again, "So, you're an artist?"
Lifting his eyes from the paper, Sonic was faced with crimson eyes watching him with what almost looked like curiosity. Wearing a grin under his mask, Sonic tilted his head to the side, "Have a piqued your interest, my love?"
He couldn't help it, he loved watching those pretty red eyes glare at him while Shadow snapped, "Do not call me that. I'm not your anything."
"You're my everything."
It was almost laughable how the dark hedgehog's eyes widened and a small flush took over his muzzle. Fuck, he almost looked shy adjusting his book to cover the flush of his muzzle while he scoffed, "You're deranged. Why can't you find someone else to bother?"
"Because I don't want just anyone, I want you and I know you want me too," Sonic purred, continuing with his sketch in hopes of capturing that adorable look that had crossed his love's face.
"Deranged and disillusioned. Maybe you should consider counseling," berated the dark hedgehog, his nose wrinkling. Still, every few seconds the two of them would lock eyes between Sonic's sketching and Shadow's reading.
How could someone be so fucking cute? Sonic just wanted to hold him and press his nose into that soft white fur at his chest once more.
"Disillusioned? You were the one who came to me last night. Clinging to me and asking for me," uttered the artist in a low and sultry voice. Viridescent eyes watched while a shiver ran through the man across from him.
"I was drunk."
"Too drunk to grab your gun? Just like last time?"
Those dark ears pulled down while Shadow scowled, but he didn't offer up any argument. How could he? He had so easily melted into Sonic's touch and hadn't put up any fight.
Just as the gorgeous hedgehog began to open his mouth, perhaps to offer some poor excuse for an argument, the younger rabbit approached the two of them. She held a glass cup in her hands, brown cubes resisted in a milky substance while she sat it down in front of Shadow.
It was so odd watching those crimson eyes soften slightly while he looked at the younger girl as she chirped, "Mother told me to give you this, she made it last night. She also said you can extend your break, since you have a friend with you."
Shadow looked conflicted, but after a moment of hesitance he uttered, "Thank you, Cream. I won't take too long."
"Take however long you need, Mr. Shadow," the rabbit insisted before flashing a quick smile Sonic's way and returning to behind the counter. Once she was back at work the two hedgehog's returned their attention to the odd concoction that had been sat in front of Shadow.
Shadow was making such an adorable expression, his eyes wide and ear perked forward while he wrapped his hand around the glass and took the spoon already poised inside it. Seemingly forgetting he was sat across from Sonic, he popped one of the dark gelatinous cubes into his mouth and just about moaned in ecstasy.
Watching Shadow enjoy what Sonic supposed was some sort of sweet treat was better than any porn. He had to silently will himself not to pop a boner right then and there. Gaia, he'd never be allowed to show his face here again if he did that.
"Is it that good?" He lightly teased leaning forward to see how those crimson eyes seemed to glimmer with delight. A purr met his ears for about a millisecond before Shadow lifted his head to glare at him.
"Yes. Vanilla always makes the best sweets," the azure hedgehog supplied coolly, popping another cube into his mouth. This time his eyes closed with his suppressed delight.
"What is that? Is it on the menu or something?"
"No, it's not, although I certainly wouldn't complain if it was. It's coffee jelly," Shadow replied, continuing to eat his treat. The sandwich Sonic had ordered him completely forgotten.
Not that Sonic minded, he much preferred watching Shadow delight it the dessert. Even if his nose wrinkled slightly when he was told exactly what it was. Instead of putting down the dessert, the artist questioned, "Is it your favorite dessert or something? You definitely seem to be enjoying it."
The dark hedgehog's torn ear gave a small contemplative flick before he shrugged, "I enjoy anything coffee flavored."
Shadow was being rather open today. Maybe their interaction last night truly had warmed him up a little more to Sonic, that or it was just the after affect of a good orgasm. Returning to his sketch, Sonic grinned, "Then, what's your favorite food?"
"This isn't twenty-one questions," snapped the barista.
Okay, maybe he was just being nicer because the dessert sweetened him up for just a second.
"Come on, there's only so much I can learn from the internet or observing you," whined the azure hedgehog, his tail wagging behind him. And there was just so much he wanted to know.
What was his beloved's favorite color?
Favorite movie?
What was his first time like?
Had he ever been in love before?
There was so many questions swirling in his head. So much he wanted to know about the alluring hedgehog in front of him.
"And who's fault is that? Maybe if you acted like a normal person, you wouldn't have this problem," those crimson eyes returned to him with a newfound fury. But Sonic could tell Shadow didn't mean it, not entirely.
He enjoyed this, there was no way he didn't.
"You wouldn't give me a second glance if I did that. Honestly, I didn't even think this would would out so well, but you truly enjoy our game, don't you?" Sonic laughed, watching how Shadow's face reddened slightly. He could see the dark hedgehog shift in his chair while he turned all his attention to the dessert in his hand.
Of course he didn't get any response. Or at least not the one he wanted.
"What exactly did you expect to come out of stalking me? You couldn't have thought I'd want to be with someone willing to violate my privacy like this."
"Honestly? I didn't even plan on letting you know. I just wanted to get to know you and then conveniently run into you one day," admitted the artist leaning back in his chair while he started getting heavier on the details of Shadow's face. His colorful red-brown eyes, the freckles splattered above his nose and lessening under his eyes. Gripping his pencil a little tighter, he continued, "And if that didn't work I figured that maybe I could corner you one day and steal you for myself. Even looked at some kind of sedatives I that were easy to get a hold of."
Once he finished, he pulled his eyes away to meet those red eyes that had suddenly been swallowed up by the black of Shadow's pupil. That white fluff covered chest stuttered just a little while the dark hedgehog shifted slightly. Sonic had a feeling he'd enjoy that.
Wearing a grin under his mask, the azure hedgehog snickered, "Gaia, you'd probably get Stockholm syndrome so fast. You're an odd one, beloved. An absolutely perfect match for me."
Shadow's pupils just barely constricted while he made an odd noise, like some soft of scoff but much to forced, "I've already told you, it will never happen."
Still wearing a grin, Sonic leaned in closer, keeping his voice a whisper as he teased, "Sure. Next you're going to tell me you're not wet right now."
Dark ears peeled back before the dark hedgehog abruptly stood up and sat the cup onto the table. Snapping his book closed, he hissed, "Just fuck off already."
It was hard to contain his laughter watching Shadow storm off behind the counter, leaving behind his half-eaten dessert and sandwich. But it only worked to confirm what Sonic practically knew; his beloved was just as twisted as he was.
Sonic had been intent on taking things slow when this started, because that's what Shadow deserved. Except Shadow truly was making it impossible for him to restrain himself. He was capable of patience, but the dark hedgehog was quickly pushing him to his limit.
All Sonic wanted to do was take him and claim him for himself. To fuck into that velvety soft cunt and keep going until Shadow was begging for mercy.
Maybe his kidnapping idea wasn't so far-fetched. Shadow did seem to be into it after all and he had enough room in his art studio to make it work.
No, Rouge would notice immediately. He'd just have to advance their game cautiously.
Sonic really didn't want to get shot if he could help it.
After leaving the cafe, the azure hedgehog went for another quick run, grimacing at the sweat that clung to his fur until he returned to the gym for a quick shower. He preferred not to smell when he had his encounters with Shadow.
Once he'd rinsed off, Sonic perched himself in the corner of the gym, chattering with Knuckles while he attempted to wrap out the few pages he had left. Two days until his deadline, but if he finished before then he'd have more time to play with Shadow. While he dragged his pencil across the screen Knuckles chided him, "You wouldn't have this trouble if you had a schedule."
"Yeah. Yeah, I know. Schedule's just don't do it for me, y'know?"
"Of course not, you prefer to disappear for hours on end in the middle of the day."
"I'm a track-star, I can't help it. I like to be in motion," the azure hedgehog jested, coloring sorrowful blue into the panel where the protagonist realizes her greatest enemy was her best friend. Cliche, but classic.
"And the late nights?" The echidna gave him a judgemental glance before jabbing at the punching bag in front of him.
"Can't a guy have a life? I mean, you certainly do," Sonic deflected. He knew that Knuckles knew he wasn't always at the studio when he said he was, but it was a matter if he'd directly call him out on it.
"Yes, and I brought Rouge home. It wouldn't hurt you to do the same."
"I will… eventually. I'm working out some kinks," the artist muttered, eyeing the page in front of him. The colors didn't meld like he thought they would. Maybe if he darkened the blue?
Before he went to deleting, he sent the page to Blaze, just for a quick second opinion.
"But you're keeping out of trouble? Nothing like high school?"
Gaia, he was never going to live that down. He got caught following a girl home once, he wasn't even sure he was that into her and no one was ever going to let her down. Sure, he had a sort of melt down, but that was, like, eight years ago.
"Give me some credit, Knux. I'm not a kid anymore. I'm big enough to go up to someone and tell them I like them," assured the azure hedgehog, lying through his fucking teeth.
Yeah, he'd tell them about his affections. After he found everything he possible could about them first.
"Uh-huh. Well, bring this guy or girl home some day. I'm sure wouldn't mind having someone to talk to," Knuckles stated, giving the bag a good right hook.
"I will, don't worry."
The two hedgehogs were riding the bus like they normally did through the week. Normally, Sonic cave Shadow a little space, but keep a close eye on him, but tonight his eyes saw something more than a little concerning.
Some older mobian was eyeing up the darker hedgehog and shifting closer and closer. It stirred something dark inside Sonic, and it didn't help that Shadow didn't seem to notice, that or he just didn't seem to care. That just couldn't stand. Shadow was his and his only.
Shoving through the small crowd and receiving a few glares, the azure hedgehog poised himself right behind his dearest Shadow, curling his arms around him in a possessive manner. The shorter hedgehog bristled in his hold, whipping his head around to his, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Keeping you from getting groped. You're welcome."
An elbow met his ribs while Shadow snapped, "I don't need your damn help. Get off of me."
He was still in a mood from earlier. Sonic did always have a thing for the stubborn ones. Giving his waist a harsh squeeze, Sonic growled, "Come on, knock that off. Don't tell me you're not needy from earlier."
"I hate you."
The words were breathy than before and the azure hedgehog could feel how he squirmed. Truly, sweet Shadow was such a masochist, just a little manhandling and he was melting in his hold.
Running his hands over the slim waist in his hold, the artist cajoled, "There's my boy. Now, just keep being good for the rest of our ride."
While Sonic rested his chin on the darker hedgehog's clothed shoulder, the smallest of growls bubbled in the back of Shadow's throat, "Drop dead."
"If we had a little more privacy, I'd probably reach down to those pretty thighs of yours. Although, most of yours cuts are healed, aren't they?" Sonic teased, ignoring Shadow's harsh words and nuzzling into his cheek. "Maybe I could help you make some new ones. I've been dying to see what you'd do if someone else was holding the knife."
The dark hedgehog's breath hitched and the taller of the two took in just a step further, bringing his hand down just enough to trace a line along the top of Shadow's thigh. It might as well have been a knife with how Shadow shuddered against him and he barely suppressed a whine. They were probably quite the spectacle to anyone paying attention to them, but from an outside perspective they probably just look like a very over affectionate couple.
A purr started deep in Sonic's chest when a shaky voice asked, "What else?"
Drawing his clothed nose down towards the dark hedgehog's throat, Sonic whispered, "Maybe I'd spank you for denying me for so long or tie you up and make you beg for it."
A full-body shudder overtook the shorter hedgehog and his breathing became harsher. The azure hedgehog was ready continue with his teasing until the bus came to a stop and whatever spell had been cast over Shadow was broken.
Crimson eyes glared at him harshly while Shadow wrenched himself from his hold. Still a little shaky, he snarled, "Keep your hands off of me."
"Uh-huh, I love you too, Shadow." The taller hedgehog laughed, a wide grin stretching across his face, "I'll see you tonight."
It was wrong. It was something that could get him arrested, but Sonic couldn't fucking help himself. Especially, after the spectacle Shadow made out of himself that night.
Splayed out on his bed and playing with his perfect cunt, crimson eyes glued to him despite all the fuss he'd made earlier in the day. If only Sonic could've heard the sweet noises the dark hedgehog was pulling from himself while he thumbed over his swollen clit before dragging his knife along the inside of one of his thighs. It was all the man outside his window could do to keep from touching himself. He had to keep it together, if only for the sake of Shadow. What would Shadow think of him, touching himself out in the open without an ounce of decency. Instead, he waited. And waited.
He waited until the darker hedgehog crawled into bed and switched off the light. No movies tonight, but that was normal for most weekdays. Poor Shadow worked himself ragged. He was in need of some nice relaxation.
And maybe Sonic could be the one to provide it.
When he was absolutely sure that Shadow was sound asleep, the azure hedgehog crept closer to the window and carefully pushed it up before slipping inside. It was warm inside, a sign that the sign the AC had probably broke again and Shadow was waiting for some time off to have someone come an fix it. More notably, the room had the sweet scent of lavender and coffee, they were the scents that Sonic had come to associate with the hedgehog snuggled soundly in his bed. Tiptoeing around the bed, Sonic grew closer to the dark hedgehog's sleeping form. He'd rolled over onto his back in his sleep, leaving his body open for Sonic's hands as he grew closer.
Before he stop himself, the azure hedgehog found himself nuzzling into soft black and red quills before dipping lower, slipping under the warm blankets. There were only two ways this could go; one of which ended with Sonic in handcuffs, but it was a risk he was willing to take.
He was tired of taking it slow. He wanted Shadow and he wanted him now.
Shadow was going to be his and his alone.
Notes:
CLIFFHANGER!!!
I suck I know, buuuuuuuut I promise it's going to be so worth it!!!
Keep an eye out because I plan on updating Flavors in a few days AND I have a two-shot in the works so that will be fun!! (The two-shot is a mafia fic!!!)
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