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"--and that's what I need of you. Do you think you can do this?"
You smile. "Yeah!"
Genos feels a sense of relief. If this works out, he and his sensei can finally spar without risk of an annoying third wheel. "Thank you. And good luck, ___-san."
This would be no easy task, but you owed the duo for helping you out a couple times. After leaving their apartment, you look at the profile picture Genos gave you. Quite the androgynous fellow isn't he? You think, looking at his face. He was pretty for a criminal. "He could give handsome asshole a run for his money.." If said handsome asshole could hear you, you'd be dead.
It's easy to find him so far. He claims to be a ninja, but he has a pattern. And that pattern is...following Saitama. Just about anywhere as long as its outside.
Your first contact with the target:
Joji's FishNDip.
"This place is really expensive, Genos.."
"Yes, usually but on Groupon there's a special on the giant lobster. Sensei you are always eating at home, so I thought perhaps you'd like something different from the usual."
The baldy smiled. "Ohh, thanks Genos!"
Genos puts on a serious, serious face, putting a platinum hand on Saitama's shoulder. "Only the best for you, master."
"Ah.."
You watched from behind the trees as the two moved up in line, somewhat closer to getting inside the high-end restaurant.
With sharp eyes you see your target from the opposite direction, the metal on his costume giving a shiny glint as he stealthy inches out of the bushes.
You phase back into the brush.
Sonic glares at Genos and Saitama, before checking the surrounding obstacles of pedestrians. There are quite alot of people, but it can't be help if some are wounded or perish amongst the epic battle. They'll learn to run away faster if they are smart.
"Heh, its ti--" Sonic's first foot forward doesn't touch the ground as he is choked from behind, an arm around his neck and is yanked back. !!!!!!
Hes thrown, but quickly skids to a stop feets before his body hits the wall of a building. He looks up, glaring at the shadowy figure in front of him. "Who are you?" He hisses.
"Don't worry about it." You say, coming into the light of a lamp post. "What you should be worried about is--" You pull out a handgun. "Getting out of here...alive."
Sonic laughs. "You think thats going to work?" He says, standing to full height. "A bullet?"
"Try me."
Sonic doesn't hesitate to take you up on that offer. He bolts and you shoot. His katana goes to cut the bullet in half, but the bullet has other plans. It makes a hole through the sword instead. Sonic barely misses the metal cylinder as it grazes his cheek.
'!?!?!' Sonic stares, in a moment of shock. The hole in his sword smokes. How's that even possible?
"Sorry about your face.." Its mock sincerity. "Stop bothering those two."
If only looks could kill. "What are you? The new guard dog?" He spits. "You'll pay for this.."
Sonic disappears after that.
Probably to make a new strategy.
Second contact:
M-City Park.
Taking a stroll through the park as you often do on patrol was relaxing to say the least. Sonic hasn't made any appearances for several weeks, which is strange since his usual pattern for challenging Saitama is every other day. The cyborg called you off duty but warned you that you'd need to watch your back, but you had no worries.
You dipped a hand upon the smooth metal on your waist. With this nothing could touch you.
Boy, were you wrong.
There are sudden screams surrounding you in the park as people run in different directions, some gripping their shoulders or limping, blood on their hands. Its stops you in place, observing the very sudden paranoia. There's a fanning, windy noise that travels through your ear canal and then you feel the searing rip across your cheek, calf, and side. You shout in pain as a kunai lounges deep into your arm.
The silhouette of a figure flashes in front of you before you keel over from a blunt hit to the stomach which knocks the wind out of you.
You fall to your knees, hacking coughs, stomach burning and churning angrily.
"Sorry about that." A familiar voice says, coldly. You can feel the icy, sharp tip of a sword poke your forehead. "But a promise is a promise, right?" The blade presses down just enough to prick your skin. A drop of blood streams down the bridge of your nose.
Oh.
You don't bother to answer.
"I'll finish you off first. And then..."
"How about we fight fair and square?"
"What?" Those words were not apart of his vocabulary.
"You snuck up on me, so that means I'm too strong for you to face head on." You add to keep him at bay.
"Bullshit! This is how I do things!"
"You must be pretty weak then..."
The blade presses in alittle deeper. "Keep talking
..."
You do. "Let's have a real fight."
"...."
"Face to face. Alone. To the death."
Sonic smirks. "Okay! Fine. Tomorrow at dawn. In K-City Nature Park, by the lake."
"Alright." The blade is pulled back and Sonic leaves in a blink of an eye.
You fall back, wiping the blood off your face with an arm, although it smears. You check out your leg, seeing that the wound felt worse than it actually was.
You hated scars.
The challenge wasn't something you honestly wanted to do, it was just so he wouldn't have killed you on the spot just then. You messed up, you should have been on your Ps and Qs. Not going to meet him didn't feel like an option. How could you call yourself a hero if you ran away from a challenge?
Besides, Genos would probably be more than okay with you defeating Sonic for good. And he probably wouldn't be missed by Saitama.
Third contact:
K-City Nature Park.
Its barely light out, the sun just starting to peak upon the horizon as you walk deeper into the forest. Its quiet save for the crickets and sparse singing of birds.
You barely got any sleep, the wounds were still rather sore as well. But it was no matter, you've fought in worse condition before.
You pace nearby a tree near the lake, sliding your fingers into the hole of you gun where the trigger rests near by. Nervousness; a human reaction, nibbling at your mind. The bastard should be here already. Where was he? It wasn't too early.
"Morning."
You turn around on your heels to see your opponent.
His cockiness is smouldering even from feets away.
He stops, hand on his hip, smirking. You narrowed your eyes. It was a thought that couldn't be helped, that body suit worked wonders on him. He was really good looking. You hadn't gotten a good look before.
Sonic's smirk only seemed to grow more cocky by the second.
"Is this a staring contest now, hero?"
You frown and quickly draw your gun from its hoister. Jaded. You weren't really into this. But he clearly was, a small grin creeping onto his face as he reaches and pulls out his sword. The same one that very well could have stabbed you right through the head before.
"Whenever you're ready." You say, gun cocked at the villain, finger on the trigger.
Sonic makes his move, flashing out of your sigh with his inhuman speed. You think you see him and shoot, the bullet misses, blasting the bark off a tree.
A kick lands into your side and you fall hard. Your gun is still glued to your hand. Sonic's sword lands inches from your head, he's over you, almost straddling you, both hands on the handle of the weapon. You do the unexpected and fist up a palm of dirt and throw it at his face.
So much for fair and square.
He moves his head, but abit gets into his eyes anyway, he curses and tries to stab you in the head. He actually misses his chance as you roll from beneath him and get up on shaky feet.
He lunges for you and you shoot again. He dodges and his sword comes slashing against your shoulder. Blood splashes against the forest floor and dirties your clothes. You yell in pain from the impact, stumbling into the shallow end of the lake.
You can hear him laughing over your heavy breathing. You weren't so jaded now about this fight. You glared up at him and realize your gun is no longer in your grasp. Your eyes widen in shock as you glance at your hand. You hear the sound of the load being opened. Just in time you see Sonic pour out the clip.
For a moment you feel hopelessness.
He smiles down at you cruelly.
"You know what? I won't even use my sword." He says, sliding the bloodied instrument behind his back where its holder is. "I'll use my hands!" He yells, a sickening grin on his face.
You panic then, expecting the worse. Scrambling back further into the water, wetting your clothes, the cloth starting to somewhat uncomfortably stick to your skin.
Sonic fell to his knees over you, a wicked chuckle rumbling up his throat as he caged you. His hands coming around your neck and squeezing. You gasp and grab onto his shoulders, hands going for his neck as well. Your legs splashing into the water, wetting the both of you further. Although he is slim, he's stronger than you.
"You're pathetic." He cackles, hands grower tighter as he watches your face lose color, your head partly submerged in the water. "A total WEAKLING!!! What were those fucking morons thinking? They really take me that lightly to send you? HAH."
You clench your teeth.
You can't take this for much longer. Water has already flooded your ears, its all too much. The pressure.
Then...
A stroke of luck...
In your squirming Sonic is kicked in the groin.
Its time for him to gasp.
His hands weaken around your neck for just a moment and you take it.
Sonic is flipped over. You punch him square in the jaw causing him to grunt. His mouth leaks blood from how hard you socked him and you quickly grab his wrists, subduing him for the time being. The pain in your shoulder is pretty awful as you exert pressure onto your foe.
"You..b-bitch...!" He growls, glaring with every bit of hatred.
His skin of his wrist will most likely bruise worse than the skin on your neck by how tight you hold them down.
Sonic pushes up against you, at first unintentionally rubbing his tender groin against yours. He hisses. Where you hit him hurt pretty fucking bad. But this is worse than bad, its awkward. The cleavage of your bra clad breasts is visible through the fabric of your outfit, just hovering inches from his face. Even in this situation, he blushes. He's actually getting an erection. He bucks his hips, accidentally again.
"W-w-what are you doing?"
His rutting doesn't go unnoticed. The light blush does go unnoticed though. You glare down at him, hands not letting up for a moment until he ruts against you very directly. The material of your soaked trousers feels thin against his.
"Not sure." He says, breathlessly with half lidded eyes, no longer really interested in murdering you for the time being. "..But you should take off your pants."
Your hand comes down hard across his cheek causing a groan to leave his lips and rock his hardness against you particularly hard. You let out a sound of confusion and disgust, even though the contact is pleasant to say the least. It barely feels like hes wearing anything.
"Truce. For...now."
You grow more confused with each passing word.
The ninja continues to rub himself against you, feeling closer to your warmth through the soaked fabric of your lower body, his hard cock rubbing against your crotch. Its hard for you not to grind back against him, your resolve wavering.
Sonic's smirk returns when he hears the muffled sound of a moan; you're trying to hold back. Its pointless. "Let go of my wrists. Trust me."
The threatening look on your face falters with each caress of his lower body. After a moment you let go of the possibly level demon villain, hands put on his pecs to keep yourself balanced, and your full weight now pressed against his.
Sonic puts his hands on your hips, fingers pressing firmly into your wet skin through the thin clothing. His cock continuously brushing against the spot where your covered clit is.
You pause your movement against him as you hear a ripping sound behind you. Sharp metal barely touches your skin and soon you shiver from the coolness of your naked back being exposed.
You sigh as he finishes his slicing, having you fully nude on top of him. He twirls the kunai between two fingers and holds it expectantly in your face. "Do the honors, hero." His tone teasing. "Try not to be too clumsy."
You hesitantly take the kunai and straighten up before starting the sharp tip at the start of his skin tight suit. The ripping is almost inaudible as you make fast work of it, stopping at his waist as you are blocking the rest of him. His skin is litter with scars of various sizes. You find yourself wanting to touch and kiss every one of them.
Sonic sighs, disappointed that you hadn't read in between the lines and at least scratched him with the sharp weapon. He plucks the kunai from your hand and easily throws it into the bark of a tree feets behind you. He roughly pulls you up abit so he can push down the ruined latex.
Before you know it, you're back down in the original position, and he's rubbing himself against you, into you, coating his hard dick with your essence. His less than gentle grinding feels incredible and making you get even hotter.
"S-sonic...oh god..!" Is the only thing you manage to say before he pushes into your tight heat. You gasp in some pain from the sudden intrusion. He arches his back and in turn sinks in deeper, you feel so fucking good around him. His mouth opens in a silent moan as your walls tightly squeeze around him.
His movements are quick and hard, consecutively pushing you closer towards your breaking point. His hand goes around your neck, almost threatening to choke you as he forces you forward. His soft lips press against yours, but its not sweet. He roughly nips at your bottom lip til it starts to bleed before sucking it between his. You moan regardless of the rough treatment, bucking your hips against his, his pelvic bone bruising you with each thrust.
Sonic presses past your lips, flooding your mouth with a taste of blood from his previous wound. You swallow the metallic taste, brushing your tongue against his with vigor as he pounds into you. The sound of skin against skin and your animalistic sounds of pleasure echoing in the empty forest.
You're flipped onto your back, now totally soaked in every sense of the word. Sonic's drilling consistency is perfect, perfectly making you a mess. He does you an act of kindness, rubbing your swollen button with his thumb, without mercy. Your moaning is incoherent as he kisses you harder, muffling your noises and swallowing them. His other hand roughly squeezes a tender breast, a nipple pinched between his digits. Soon enough you're clenching around him, trying to milk him for all he's worth.
Sonic strokes become frenzied and sloppy as he reaches his end above you. His hands grabbing at your shoulders, forgetting or just uncaring of your wound as he buries himself to the hilt. You gasp at the feeling that floods you and the sharp pain of your wound, seeing stars. Your nails scrape down his muscled back without any restraint, making him moan breathlessly at the pain before he sinks down, carelessly putting all his weight on you. In post orgasmic bliss, your arms find purchase around his slim, scar merried waist.
Sonic opens his eyes to leer down at you, his killing intent for the moment subdued. "What's your name?" He asks with a quiet voice, hand resting softly on your cheek while the other slightly bloodied lays by your head.
"Get off me."
Sonic's hateful stare returns, his fingers poke your wound and cause you to hiss out in pain. "Arugh! Its ___! Jerk!"
He smiles and leaves the cut alone. You don't feel as angry as you probably should and the willingness to move was somewhat absent. Sonic makes no move to get off of you either and displays his second act of kindness to you, surprising you with his next sentence.
"Would you like to continue this fight or go to the hospital?"