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Just ignore it.
Sonic smiled up at Amy, who nudged a drink into his hand as she walked by where he was seated on the couch. She handed another drink to Knuckles, who sat beside him but kept his focus on the television. He grumbled quietly to himself as he watched Tails and Scourge play a game against one another, mumbling about Scourge cheating as always.
Another wave of nausea hit Sonic unpleasantly, but he swallowed down the discomfort and tried to ignore the flash of heat changing to a frigid chill.
Just. Ignore. It.
“So much for a relaxing week-long beach getaway.” Rouge murmured as she sat herself down on Knuckle’s lap with a sigh. Sonic watched her with a weak smile, trying to ignore the unpleasant feeling in his stomach. He felt so feverish and sick, but he didn’t have it in him to let the others know. He could handle the pain, and the last thing he wanted was for everyone to worry about him. “I’m ready to watch the sunset, why are you inside playing games, hon?” Knuckles kept his eyes locked on the television, still mumbling under his breath while Rouge stared him down. She leaned into his space as he tipped his bottle toward his lips. “If you aren’t outside in five minutes I’ll have Wave escort me.” Knuckles looked up at her, his drink spilling onto his shirt as she stood from her seat and smiled. He wiped at his shirt, scowling when she turned away while Sonic simply watched; their conversation seemed to distract him from the discomfort. “Sonic, wake Shadow up in a bit, would you?” she called as she slipped through the door.
“Wave?” he quirked his eyebrow at Knuckles, who took a long swig of his drink before standing and placing it on the coffee table with a loud clack.
“You don’t wanna know.” he followed Rouge outside, while Sonic idly watched the other two play their game.
This was meant to be a pleasant weekend vacation, and it was. The first few days were filled with fun and sand and more alcohol than necessary. Eggman left them to his beach retreat as a favor to Amy, and they were all more than happy to spend the week away without having to worry about anything going horribly wrong. But after the fourth day, Sonic was beginning to grow feverish. He felt an unpleasant itch at the back of his neck; something that was making him hot and cold and dizzy and pained, but he didn’t have it in him to tell his friends. He couldn’t be the guy that ruined the vacation they had been desperately needing for months, and he didn’t need any of them worrying about him, either. He was just a little under the weather.
His ears twinged at the loud sounds of Tails’ player knocking out Scourge, while Tails jumped up from his seat and howled in victory. Scourge jumped up from his spot beside him, scowling and leaving the comfort of their beachouse to follow everyone else toward the beach. The sun was already beginning its descent, leaving a pleasant orange hue filtering through the house. Tails followed after Scourge, taking a second to look back at Sonic. He stayed at his spot on the couch, pressing his cold drink against his hot neck. “Come on, Sonic. We’re already late!”
“You go.” he waved Tails off with a smile, keeping one arm over the couch nonchalantly; his stomach lurched. “I’m gonna go wake up Shadow. He’s been sleeping all day.” Tails slipped away before Sonic could reconsider. Maybe the salty air and pleasant warmth would dull the ache in his body. But Rouge would be a touch more irritated than she already was if Shadow wasn’t brought out of his room. He tipped the rest of his drink back, letting the unpleasant taste of cold beer rest on his tongue before he swallowed. He looked at the label on the bottle as he got up and made his way toward Shadow’s bedroom. Last room on the right, yes you must knock before you come in. No, I do not want to have a sleepover with you. Sonic snorted as memories of the first night danced along his mind. Scourge drunkenly pleaded with Shadow to allow him to cuddle up in his large bed as opposed to the tiny twin he was given after picking the shortest stick.
He blinked, trying to get used to the darkness of the hallway. He didn’t bother turning on the lights, body swaying as he stumbled along toward Shadow’s room. The deeper into the house he went, the heavier the cloying scent of Shadow’s musk was. He wondered why no one mentioned it to him, but decided it was probably for the best. Talking about Shadow in any capacity would leave their friends bruised mentally and physically, it wasn’t worth the pain. After the third day of their trip, Shadow had hidden away in the darkness of his room without an explanation for anyone. Anyone who knocked at his door was greeted with an angry snarl and biting words that Shadow probably maybe didn’t mean. And now it was Sonic’s turn.
He gently knocked on the door, waiting a beat for Shadow to open it and rip him apart. When no sounds were heard on the other side, he placed his hand on the knob, gently twisting it and pushing forward. Sonic sniffed at the air, startling when a shaky breath escaped his lips. The scent was nearly unbearable, Sonic didn’t know if he wanted to lick and suck at the source or run as fast as he could to the other side of the country. “Shadow?” He whispered, squinting just enough to see the edge of Shadow’s bed. “Shadow,” he whispered again, quietly making his way toward the foot of his bed; he didn’t try to wake him just yet. He remembered the last time he tried to wake Shadow up from a nap, and he promised himself that he would never do it again.
They really needed to stop deciding who did things based on sticks.
He moved to sit at the edge of the bed, taking note of Shadow sleeping soundly on his back. His back rose and fell gently, and Sonic almost felt a little bad for waking him when he was clearly feeling unwell. But it was a little nice being able to see Shadow so peacefully, and he didn’t have many opportunities to sleep so vulnerably. He swallowed, placing a gentle hand against Shadow’s shoulder blade and squeezing gently. Shadow made a soft noise, and Sonic could make out the way his face scrunched up at the feeling. Sonic let his hand trail along his back, whispering his name again as he tried to softly wake him. A quiet groan escaped Shadow’s lips, before his eyes were cracking open and he was looking up at Sonic in confusion.
“Who…?” he grumbled quietly, trying to blink away the sleep from his eyes as a heavy hand moved to feel Sonic’s leg. His fingertips bumped along his knee, before his large hand was trailing up and gripping his upper thigh with a sudden squeeze.
Sonic yelped at the contact, smacking Shadow’s hand away before sitting up and taking a step away from the bed. What the hell was that for? “Shadow!” his voice cracked, and he cringed, trying to take a step back; but the room was dark and messy and made it hard to navigate where he was going. “You’re awake, uh good, I mean— great?” he ran a hand through his quills and took another step back from him. The air was so thick, it settled heavily over Sonic; he felt so sluggish. It smelled so good. What was going on? “We’re s’posed to watch the sunset.” he took one more step back as Shadow sat up from his bed.
He said nothing, but his eyes were locked onto Sonic’s body. He could feel Shadow’s eyes looking him up and down, picking him apart before piecing him together again. Sonic’s hand smacked along the wall until he felt the door handle. “You should come outside, or don’t. Whatever you want to do, but… Rouge just wanted me to get you. So–” He wretched the door open and slipped away, making a beeline towards the front of the house. He needed to get away from that heavy scent and Shadow’s overwhelming stare. He could feel his body heating up again, and he couldn’t figure out why. He made it outside to the front of the house, eyes wide and blinking rapidly as he looked around. His friends jumped and played around in the water, while others laid down to watch the sunset. He could feel his heartbeat still pulsing, and the never ending hot and cold flashes were starting to become more frequent. What the hell was happening?
“Sonic.”
Fuck.
He trembled when he heard his name, the fur at the back of his neck rising at the gravely sound of Shadow’s voice. His name sounded like venom, angry and demanding in a way Shadow had never sounded before. He forced himself to turn around, and was startled to see Shadow’s ragged and angry glaring back at him. He gripped the edge of the door frame with sharp claws that splintered the wood; teeth bared and eyes locked on his. His pupils were blown wide, no longer ringed with red, but painted in pure black.
Sonic could feel his skin burning up at the sight. He took a step back, his feet dipping into the sand and making him stumble.
Just fucking ignore it…
Another low sound rumbled in the back of Shadow’s throat, and Sonic didn’t know what more he could do other than run. The sand made it hard to move, but he didn’t care. He needed to put some distance between them before something bad happened. But he knew something bad was happening, and he couldn’t quite understand what it was, but what was worse was the tingling feeling in the pit of his stomach. It bloomed into a pleasant warmth that teased its way through his veins, telling him to stop, don’t go; lie still, it’ll feel better soon.
He tripped into the sand, not knowing if Shadow was at his heels or not. His mind and body were begging to betray him; he could hardly see a thing in front of him. He looked at his trembling hands, trying to focus but everything looked so blurry. He was losing his sight, and he could already feel himself struggling to sit up. He made a pathetic sound in the back of his throat, trying his best to stand up, but the sand felt so thick. He couldn’t stand, he was moving at a nightmare’s pace and was losing all rational thought.
He could feel the panic beginning to rise, and he couldn’t help the pathetic sob that bubbled up from his throat. His ears pinned back as he slumped onto his hands and knees, trying to look anywhere that wasn’t too bright or blurry. But he couldn’t see anything. “Help!” He heard the distant echoing sound of his voice, as though he were falling somewhere where no one could save him.
A faint smell teased its way through the air, warm and inviting and filled with so much comfort. Sonic sucked in a shaky breath, blinking away some of the blurriness of his vision. He could hear a little more clearly, the shouts and panicked sounds of voices coming from all around him. He was being carried, closer to the inviting scent that would envelop him in warmth. His head lolled to the side, lips parted to suck in heavy breaths while trying to make sense of what was happening.
Scourge dropped him onto the couch.
“Be careful with him, you idiot!” Amy snapped, shoving past Scourge with a wet cloth in her hand. She ran it over Sonic’s feverish face, trying her best to cool his overheated body. He tried to paw her hands away, making weak sounds as he shook his head. He couldn’t move from his spot on the couch, but refused to accept Amy’s gentle touch. She wrestled his shoes and socks off of his feet while Scourge and Tails watched.
“What the hell’s wrong with him?” Scourge muttered, glancing up at Shadow who was being led into the house by Knuckles and Rouge. His arms were slung around both of them, and he seemed to struggle to walk on his own. He stumbled by the couch where Sonic was, and his eyes dragged along Sonic’s body, until they were locking eyes and Sonic had never seen so clearly before.
“Oh–” Sonic’s weak moan startled the group.
And really, it all happened faster than anyone could process.
Shadow tripped Rouge, gripping her face and shoving her onto her back while Knuckle’s was caught with his arm around his throat. Shadow’s skull crushing grip on Knuckles neck would have killed the average Mobian; but it only left Knuckles wheezing and struggling for air on the floor. “What the hell!” Scourge shouted as Shadow bared his teeth at Knuckles from his place on the ground. He turned when he heard Rouge struggle to stand, hair a mess and eyes wide in surprise.
“Shadow? What has gotten into you–” He stepped into her space quick enough for static to cling to the air, gripping her by the throat and throwing her across the room as though she were a weightless pillow. Her body slammed onto the island counter, bottles and glasses crashing onto the floor as she rolled off and slammed to the ground with a grunt. He stormed his way towards her, but the weak sound Sonic made had him stopping over her body. He stood at the kitchen, angry eyes looking up at Sonic with a viciousness that left him feeling cold.
His eyes couldn’t leave Shadow as he bullied his way toward him, fists clenched tight and jaw slack, tongue already beginning to poke past his lips to taste the air. To taste what Sonic was waving right in his face. He made another small sound in the back of his throat when Amy stood between them, stopping Shadow in his tracks. She was visibly shaking, trying to blink back angry tears as her eyes darted from Sonic to Scourge. “This is—” she sniffed the air, her eyes snapping back to Sonic’s shaking body and tear filled eyes. “ Great. ” She grit her teeth, turning back around to face Shadow. It was so obvious, but she’d never seen Shadow experience a rut before. No one did. And Sonic’s heat… she was convinced that it had to do with Shadow’s sudden rut. His fingers flexed at his sides, and Amy brought her fists up to defend herself; but she knew it would give them little to no time. She just needed to help Sonic in any way she could.
Rouge struggled to stand from her place behind him, a bruise already beginning to form at her eye and her noise staining her white fur with blood. She gripped at her shoulder, snarling at Shadow’s back. “How dare you?” She grabbed one of the bottles that was still intact, launching it at Shadow’s skull and jumping over the counter after it. It smashed against Shadow’s head with a loud crack, but his eyes didn’t leave Sonic until Rouge was jumping onto his back, nails digging at whatever part of him she could latch onto.
Shadow howled with rage, twisting around and clawing at her wings while Sonic let out a pathetic cry. He moved to stand up on wobbly legs, but Amy pushed him back down. She froze when she heard a distinctive cracking of bone, before Rouge was slumping face first onto the floor.
He stood across the room, towering over the rest of them like a beast; his face wounded with shallow cut marks that spilled blood onto his white fur. Sonic shuddered; he could feel the pleasant warmth emitting from Shadow and invading his senses in gentle pulses. Shadow’s scent promised to take him away from this awful place, away from the betas and alphas that didn’t deserve to touch or look or taste him. He whined low in his throat, trying to sit up and make his way toward Shadow, but Scourge stopped him. “Tails, go outside.” Amy whispered.
Tails?
Sonic’s head lolled to the side, bursts of yellow fur coloring his vision until he saw a contorted face. Tails. He looked at Sonic, hands trembling as he tried to take a step toward him, but the deep rumbling in Shadow’s chest stopped him from moving any closer. “You need to listen to me, Tails.” Amy kept her eyes on Shadow, not moving from her spot between them. She’d seen enough of this to know that none of them were going to get free safely, but she was willing to risk it for Tails. “Walk backwards to the door. Don’t look away from him until you’re out. Do you understand?”
Tails made a frustrated noise in the back of his throat. He could already feel the tears beginning to blur his vision, but he blinked them away. “I want to help.” She shook her head.
“Scourge is gonna help me. Now get out.”
Scourge stayed beside Sonic, eyes wide and unsure. “He won’t kill us, right?” Scourge whispered from behind her, eyeing the door and seriously considering bolting. But Amy would have killed him if he did that.
“If you do as I ask, you should be fine.” Amy whispered, her hand slowly moving to her neck. Shadow’s breathing grew heavier, either through lust or agitation, she wasn’t sure. She carefully unclipped her red choker with a gentle tug, pressing it behind her back. “Take this and put it on Sonic’s neck. It’ll stop Shadow from bonding with him.”
“Oh, no. He’ll definitely kill me if I touch Sonic.”
“Do it. I’m gonna distract him.” Scourge hesitantly took it from her hands, cringing when Shadow’s eyes locked on him.
“How?”
Her body moved before she gave herself time to think. She slipped beneath Shadow’s sharp claws, landing a punch to his lower abdomen before slipping below him. She scrambled to stand, twisting around to swing again. Scourge dropped to his knees beside Sonic while Tails stumbled backwards until he was hitting his back against the door. He opened it and ran, while Amy’s cries echoed through the house. Shadow’s large hand gripped at her hair, dragging her forward before slamming her into the ground with a piercing howl.
Scourge’s trembling hands managed to click the choker on, sighing in relief when Sonic stopped his struggling. He pawed at the choker, making a curious sound in the back of his throat while Scourge sat up from his place. He didn’t have enough time to react to Shadow gripping the back of his quills and slamming him against the coffee table. It cracked in two below him, breaking his fall as he hit the ground hard. He bit back a grunt, and his world went hazy when a white hot heat burned against his leg. He hardly felt the cuts of Shadow’s claws shredding his calf to bloody pieces, but the overwhelming burn was nauseating. He stumbled back until he was falling against a wall, struggling to hold back his pain. “You little fuck.” Scourge snarled, but Shadow no longer paid him any mind. His eyes were locked on Sonic, eyes trailing down his trembling body from his spot on the couch.
He took his time, his breath coming out in heavy pants as though he were restraining himself. He made a deep noise in the back of his throat when his shins hit the cushions, and all Sonic could do was stare up at him with wide, unblinking eyes. His gaze trailed up his strong legs, covered by pants that could hardly contain the throbbing erection pressing insistently against the zipper. The source of dizzying heat that left Sonic’s senses askew was there ; both dizzying and clarifying. He didn’t realize the high pitched sound ringing in the air was coming from his own throat, weak and needy and hungry for something, anything.
Shadow’s arm shot out to grab at Sonic’s throat, protected by a strip of red that stretched along his pulse. Sonic’s hands scrambled to grip at Shadow’s veiny forearm, tense and hard and unrelenting. He pulled Sonic up by his neck, his legs scrambling to get underneath him but they could hardly hold his weight anymore. Every part of him was numb and only Shadow’s touch sparked a warmth that bloomed wherever their skin met. His eyes were wet with tears for who knows how long, but both were too far gone to care. Consciousness having already slipped away from the forefront of their minds, only to give power to their base urges that hungered for one another.
Shadow brought Sonic up into a standing position, his toes hardly touching the ground as he struggled to claw at Shadow’s arm, face flushed and eyes wide. He was breathing hard through his nose, eyes crazed as he looked at Shadow at one moment and then anywhere he may be able to escape from him the next. But it was all for nothing, as Shadow forced him into the heat of his embrace, wrapping strong hands around his waist and tucking his face into the junction between Sonic’s shoulder and neck. He breathed him in, trembling at the pleasant scent that washed over him while all Sonic could do was be held. He tried to nuzzle his face wherever he could, breathing in Shadow’s sweat and exertion like he would air. It was desperate and frenzied, nosing along whatever patch of skin he could while Shadow began to walk them deeper into the home; deeper into the abyss.
Shadow’s heavy steps echoed through the silent house; he ignored the pathetic grips at his shoes or ankles as his crumpled and broken friends tried to stop them once again. Bloodied and battered on the floor but still attempting to save their hero to the bitter end. He kept Sonic close in his arms, the vibrating purrs against his chest soothing him into a satiated state. He kicked open his door, eyes dragging through the dark room for something, anything. He didn’t bother closing the door, only focused on one thing: his nest. His knee dipped into the mattress as he settled his prize onto its back, watching its limbs slump uselessly against the mattress. Sonic’s head lolled to the side, his once panicked breathing turning into something more subdued.
Shadow settled over him, running his nose along his jaw before breathing him in once more. His scent was of grass, sun and wind, mixing with his sweat, rage and blood to make a heated scent that Shadow would never be able to name but would never be able to forget, either. His heavy body pressed down against Sonic’s, hard cock prodding insistently against the pretty omega’s slick soaked pants that couldn’t come off soon enough. Sonic struggled with hands that no longer felt like his own, trying and failing to pull at the buttons to release him of his confines. Shadow tried to keep calm for the little thing, watching his drunken movements and enjoying the pathetic sniffling sounds he made as his fingers twisted and yanked at the fabric. But he was losing his patience, and the smell of overwhelming wetness and need flowing off of Sonic in waves was testing him.
Sharp claws hooked under the hem of his pants, trying to gently tug them down to offer his sweet little one that quick release from the tightness of his pants. But instead, sharp claws tore at seams, ripping the denim apart like wet paper. Their eyes widened at the sudden sound of fabric tearing, but neither seemed to mind. Sonic yanked at the rest of the material, freeing his aching cock and more of that dizzying slick scent along with it. Shadow made a pathetic noise above him, a large hand moving to paw at Sonic’s chest, dragging down to his wet cock until he was able to firmly grasp his upper thigh. He gave it a squeeze before he was pulling Sonic forward, ignoring the startled noises as he pulled his legs up until Sonic was upside down against him. His confined cock pressed insistently against Sonic’s quills, while all Shadow could do was pressed a spit slick kiss against Sonic’s ass.
He made a squeaking noise, eyes wide as he scrambled to try and sit up. It was dizzying, having Shadow hold him up by his hips while his heavy cock ground down against the back of his head. He managed to wriggle one hand up in front of him while the other was planted firmly against the mattress. His free hand spread himself apart to reveal his hole, wet and open and wanting.
The noise Shadow made was rough and angry, bubbling up deep from inside him as he buried his face against the sweetness there. His tongue delved into the slick warmth between Sonic’s legs, spurred on by Sonic’s weak cries and legs threatening to lock him in place. He pressed further, loud slurping and squelching sounds sounding through the room and echoing down the halls.
Sonic’s whimpers and open mouthed cries drowned out Shadow’s loud panting and harsh growls as he pressed his tongue deeper, deeper, not allowing Sonic a moment of peace as he stretched him open mercilessly. Sonic’s grip on the mattress was tight, keeping him somewhat balanced as he found a rhythm in rolling his hips up, grinding down against Shadow’s eager tongue while he chased the unrelenting pleasure that zipped through his body like a forest fire. He ground down one moment and tried pulling away the next, his mind sending incomprehensible signals that couldn’t determine whether he was in danger of Shadow or of himself. He clenched his eyes shut, crying out openly as Shadow’s tongue fucked into him deep, so fucking deep , his body going taut and then lax as his cock spurted with its first sudden orgasm that wracked through his body like a shockwave.
Shadow slowed his tongue, pulling it out with one last swipe over his fucked open hole. Sonic could distantly hear the purring coming from Shadow as he maneuvered him onto his stomach. He laid there, body thrumming with pulses of heat that fell in time with his heart. He sucked in a shaky breath, his cheek pressed against the mattress as he felt Shadow’s body sitting up and settling itself behind him. He listened to Shadow hurriedly pull at his pants, unzipping them and not bothering to take them completely off. He lowered them down enough to pull his cock free, and Sonic’s hand moved on its own behind him, trying to feel for Shadow’s cock.
His fingers barely touched at the head, and his dizzying mind felt a gentle calm as a wave of Shadow’s scent blanketed him. A scent so violent and biting somehow felt so inviting and full of kindness for Sonic; it was mesmerizing. He could feel his voice coming back to him, his mind coming back online in staticky patches. He felt his own hand fall to the mattress as he fought to sit himself up, legs still jelly but mind began to fight for consciousness once more. “Sha’s?” he slurred, eyes trying and failing to open when Shadow only grunted back at him.
Large hands grabbed his hips, forcing him up on his knees and keeping him there. He couldn’t fight him, not when he was like this. Paralyzed with pleasure and symptoms of heat haze disorienting his senses while Shadow’s touch lit a fire in him. His cock was already hard once more, leaking precome beneath him like gentle drops of pearls. “Shay…” Sonic mumbled again, blinking a little rapidly. A sudden twitch of his hand here, a sudden pressure of his foot against the mattress there. He could feel parts of himself trying to awaken, trying to get up and feel something more than mind numbing pleasure, but Shadow’s scent was complicating his thoughts. “Y’there… in there?” Sonic could feel the drool spilling down his chin, his tongue numb and making it hard to speak. Wake up, Sonic.
He felt the blunt head of Shadow’s cock press against him; his heart stopped. “Shadow?” Sonic whispered, and it was over from there. The air from his lungs left him as though a crushing freight train collided into him; Shadow’s cock forcing its way into Sonic’s ass as though it were carving its shape into him, making a permanent home for itself. He clenched down, eyes going wide and jaw going slack as he cried– no, screamed out Shadow’s name. His legs jumped to life, feet digging into the mattress and arms suddenly able to claw at the sheets while Shadow’s body knelt over him, panting openly above him as he settled his cock deep inside him. “Stop, stop! Wait!” Shadow’s hands were strong on Sonic’s weak body, still fighting to be pliant and open for its alpha while his mind scrambled to find a way out from under the beast.
Shadow snarled against Sonic’s ear, pulling his hips back before snapping up with an angry fuck forward. He kept one hand pressed against Sonic’s neck, holding him down against the mattress as he began a brutal and relentless pace. The heavy and forceful drag of his cock against his sensitive walls left Sonic’s throat raw with his hoarse cries. So painfully good and so mind-numbingly powerful, each pull out left Sonic clenching around nothing before Shadow’s cock was forcing its way back inside him.
He found a harsh rhythm after Sonic’s screams and wriggling body fell limp and quiet with soft ah ah ah’s . It was good, the burning stretch melting away into a sensitive hum of pleasured pain that made Sonic’s hips arch back against the brutal thrusts. “Mine.” he heard Shadow snarl from above him, picking up his already brutal pace as his knot humped forward, pressing insistently against Sonic’s clenched ass.
His eyes snapped open at the feeling of Shadow’s cock trying to force more inside him; a fresh wave of fear lit him up like a fuse. He began to scramble again, this time trying to push Shadow’s hand off of his neck without any success. His claws dug into Shadow’s sides, digging into the flesh and listening to Shadow’s howls of pain turn into angry grunts of pleasure. His hands were slick with blood, but Shadow continued his humping and Sonic could feel the growing panic rising inside him when Shadow’s knot caught against his rim. He made a pathetic sound, trying harder to kick and scratch at whatever he could, but Shadow was too strong; too determined and hungry to knock Sonic up and ruin his life; their lives.
His cock was still weeping precome, his orgasm and fear mixing together to create a burning cold feeling deep in the pit of his stomach that burned like dry ice. He was going to die like this, Shadow’s cock buried deep inside him as his orgasm ripped through him, dumping come inside of his body and latching onto his womb because it’s Shadow; of course he would knock Sonic up on the first try. He pressed his face into the mattress, a wave of hot tears blinding him as Shadow thrust once, twice, three more times before he was forcing that fat knot at the base of his cock inside him.
Sonic cried out against the mattress, letting it muffle his screams of painful pleasure as he was stretched tight, impossibly tight. He felt the overwhelming heat of Shadow’s come spilling inside him, and it burned. He tried to wriggle away, but it only left him hissing in pain as Shadow’s claws squeezed against his throat. He let him go, instead moving to grip the back of his quills and yank his head up from its place on the mattress. Sonic’s cries only grew louder as Shadow’s teeth latched onto his neck, sinking in deep until a bursting taste of metal filled his mouth. He sucked at the blood hungrily, eyes shut tight and moaning as he rocked himself forward, his come flooding inside Sonic while he struggled beneath the alpha, his alpha .
He sobbed openly, eyes falling shut but mouth hanging open as Shadow rocked against him. It filled him so much, painfully so, until it was almost too much to bear. But Shadow’s gentle rocking slowed, and his painful teething turned into gentle licks against his wounded neck, and it was over. Sonic sucked in hiccuping breaths, trying to stop the tears that continued to fall. It was good and hot and painful and he had never felt anything like this before. Nothing would have prepared him for something so primal and painful and exhilarating and scary. “...ou okay?” Shadow’s voice was hoarse against his throat, and he tried to clear it but it was still rough around the edges. “You okay?” he said, softer this time while Sonic tried to calm himself down.
Neither of them were completely there, not yet. Limbs and thoughts coming back to them in gentle waves as they both tried to catch their breath. Sonic didn’t know what to say, and he couldn’t even be sure that he could say anything to cut through the reality of what they’d just done. That was weird, huh pal? He couldn’t get through this with a simple laugh, especially when Shadow’s cock was still lodged so deep inside him Sonic thought he might never run the same way again. “How long until…” his voice trailed off, trying to think of a way to say it without really putting into words what had happened between them.
“Depends.” Shadow mumbled above him. Sonic could feel an unpleasant chill wrack through him, like he could feel Shadow studying his body from his head down to where they were connected. Embarrassing. “Fuck…” Shadow made a noise in the back of his throat, hoarse and gravelly like he’d been knocked over. “Fuck.” One hand fell to Sonic’s quills, fingers burying in there and gripping hard.
Sonic made a pained noise, scrambling to grip at Shadow’s hand. “Stop! Shadow? Shadow…” He whimpered low in his throat, crying out when he forced him up until his back was pressed against Shadow’s chest. He sat unpleasantly in his lap, scrambling to find something to hold onto as Shadow’s strong hands wrapped around his torso and pulled him down against his cock hard. Sonic’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets from the pain. He made a pathetic wheezing sound, one hand scrambling behind him to grip at Shadow’s quills while his feet dug into the mattress.
“Sorry.” Shadow whispered in his ear, eyes clenching shut and face screwing up in pain as he yanked Sonic down on his cock, baring his teeth and growling against him.
Then Sonic felt it. Shadow’s thick cockhead growing thicker, thicker, something hard and unpleasant joining the overflow of come trapped inside of him. His head fell back against Shadow’s shoulder and he couldn’t help but cry. No longer were they screams or shouts of pain, but pathetic sniffles and weak whimpers in hopes that Chaos itself would pity him enough to kill him. The process repeated again, something large and hard expanding Shadow’s cock until it was filling him up once more. He kept his grip tight on Shadow’s quills as he tried to pull Sonic down more, but they were already tied so tight in place that there was nowhere either of them could go. “ It hurts… please, what is this…! ” he bit his lip hard when it happened again, this time barely grazing along a pleasant spot inside him that made him jolt. “Make it stop. ” he begged between sobs, while Shadow shook his head.
“If I could, I would. ” A weak whimper left Shadow’s lips, eyes still clenched shut and arms that were wrapped around Sonic's torso nearly crushing him. The painfully full sensation that came with each new foreign mass passing through him twisted into a sharp bite of pleasure. He stuttered out a gasp, eyes rolling back as the object dragged against him just right, touching upon nerves that lit a fire inside of him. He wriggled about in pleasure instead of pain, shaking his head and twisting his face to bury into Shadow’s neck. He cried out again, his whole body shaking as he tried to rock down against Shadow’s cock.
Shadow bit at his lip, shaking his head while Sonic tried to take more. “It’s good– good, so fucking– Chaos!–” Sonic arched forward in Shadow’s arms, mouth going slack and silent as another orgasm ripped through him body. He couldn’t breathe as Shadow’s body continued to fill him with a painful pleasure that he couldn’t comprehend. His brain was no longer capable of thought, with only the words good and more passing through his lips. His body went slack, slumping forward and trembling as the last dribble of his orgasm spilled from his cock. His eyes rolled back, body twitching with every spark of pleasure that Shadow gave him as darkness was pulled over his eyes.
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He woke up on his side, blinking the sleep away and whimpering at the horrible ache in his stomach. He pressed a hand there, feeling the round tightness of his abdomen and a hot to the touch body plastered against his sweaty back. “Shadow…” his throat was hoarse and dry; how long had they been asleep?
“Sonic…?” Shadow whispered against his ear. He sounded groggy and disoriented as though he hardly knew where he was. “Is it over?” He winced as he sat up on one of his arms to look down at Sonic. His cock was still pressed snug inside of him; Sonic could feel it twitch.
“Pull out.” Sonic mumbled. He didn’t want another round of merciless fucking when his stomach was already about to burst. He winced when Shadow’s cock, still hard and heavy inside him, pulled out with an audible squelch. He felt his own cock stir at the feeling of come gushing out of him. His eyes fell shut, one hand gripping the sheets while the other weakly pressed against his stomach. Like a rushing wave, he could feel the round objects making their way out of his loose hole. He whimpered, eyes screwing shut while Shadow sat upright quickly. “What the hell is this? ” Sonic whimpered, while Shadow maneuvered himself to sit beside Sonic’s ass and watch as an egg made its way out of Sonic.
“Jesus Christ.” Shadow mumbled, watching it fall onto the mattress while another one wriggled its way out of Sonic’s body. He whimpered and winced with each new egg, some bigger than others, dragging along his walls and catching against his loose rim. “These are… these are mine .” he picked one up in his palm while Sonic mumbled a slur of swears as each one passed through him. His cock bobbed against his stomach, smearing more come against him while Shadow looked at the egg in amazement. “I’ve never done this before.” he murmured, while Sonic glared up at him through gritted teeth and a bit back a growl.
“I’m gonna shove them back in you .” He hissed through clenched teeth. The impact of Sonic’s heated words were weakened by his pathetic whine. Shadow could feel his pulse pick up at the sight of Sonic’s loose hole releasing his offspring from his body. It left his mind a little cloudy and thoughtless as he pressed an egg back against his open and pliant hole. Sonic tensed at the feeling, one hand trying to make a grab for Shadow’s arm while the other struggled to help him sit up. “Stop!”
“You’re right.” Shadow mumbled, gripping Sonic’s neck with his free hand and forcing his weak body onto the mattress again. “We need to keep them safe. Inside of you.”