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Sonic was in the midst of one of his friendly races with Shadow — you know, the type where Shadow would glare at him and snarl and try to punch him through about ten dozen trees (to which he would fail, because Sonic was the fastest thing alive). Come to think of it, it was possible that Shadow didn’t view these little hangouts how Sonic did, but that was okay. He’d make the grump be his friend eventually.
But maybe not right this second, seeing as the edgelord had actually landed a good hit, and sent Sonic flying through the air.
“FUCK!” Sonic shrieked, curling up at the last moment and hitting the ground rolling. Shadow reappeared near him, and immediately copied his form, leaving the two spin-dashing at each other in a magnificent show of power.
A show of power that no one was around to see, because they were in the middle of nowhere, but that’s how it tended to go, with them. Perks of being so impressively fast.
And, neither of them really wanted any poor bystanders to accidentally get caught in the crossfire of Sonic taunting Shadow and Shadow reacting like… well, like this.
“Ha! Missed me!” he cackled, striking a pose in midair, just because he could.
Shadow made a strangled yelling sound, launching himself after him. Sonic, like the mature hedgehog he was, stuck out his tongue. Now, that little gesture may have possibly been what caused him to get grabbed. Instinctively, he curled up again, and Shadow just threw him like a damn baseball.
Someone get that guy in the major leagues, because fuck that was a good throw. A good throw that was probably going to land in a concussion if Sonic collided with that massive wall of rock quickly approaching.
He flailed, trying to get some momentum going in his favor, and nearly started having to plan out his last will and testament (pretty much everything was going to Tails). But at the last second, he caught himself, rolling across the bumpy terrain until it turned to a soft pasture of grass.
He lay there for a minute, dizzy and trying to catch his breath. No broken bones. Probably.
Slowly, he sat up, dusting himself off… then gasped in awe at his surroundings. It was a little valley, of sorts, surrounded on all sides by the mountains. He must have rolled in through… ah, there was a small, discreet opening in that initial wall of rock he’d been so worried about crashing into.
The valley was gorgeous, with healthy greenery everywhere, and sprinkled with these gorgeous red flowers that almost seemed to glow.
…Sonic wanted to touch them. He wasn’t sure what it was, exactly, that compelled him, but he wanted to smell them, maybe pick some… maybe, in a dream scenario, even arrange them among Shadow’s quills. Yeah, right. As if he’d ever let that happen.
But the color surely matched those gorgeous red stripes of his, almost perfectly…
His train of thought was interrupted as Shadow crashed into him, and they went rolling through the grass, grappling with each other.
Sonic was kind of getting tired of being thrown around like a ragdoll. He freed himself, taking several steps back. When it seemed like he wasn’t going to be attacked again, he took a moment to straighten his quills. Which turned out to be a mistake, because next thing he knew, his face was being shoved into a flower patch.
“Fucking ow?! ” he grumbled, offended. “Ya blown off all that steam yet, Shads? Cause this is starting to get old.”
“You are so insufferable,” Shadow hissed, nearly right into his ear. He had Sonic’s body pinned to the ground, practically flat on top of him. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t make him shiver a little. But only a little.
“I prefer lovably impish,” Sonic quipped, though he wasn’t sure if it had the same effect with his muzzle stuck in the dirt. Just as he was able to lift his head, he inhaled pollen, and he started coughing so hard he worried he might puncture a lung or something.
He could just barely hear Shadow trying to pretend like he wasn’t coughing above him. What a weirdo.
Sonic sighed — once he could breathe again, that is — and relaxed back into the dirt. He may as well get comfy. Shadow’s weight actually kind of was comforting atop him — he was like a weighted blanket, or a big, cuddly puppy. Gosh, he bet he could get the best sleep with Shadow on top of him…
Not in a weird way! But — …Sonic was suddenly painfully aware of the position they were in. Should he, like, say something? There was no way Shadow didn’t know what he was doing… although, the idea that he didn’t know was almost, like, outlandishly endearing. He could have laughed — and probably would have, if not for the heavy weight keeping him down.
Right, so Shadow obviously knew about that stuff… probably — but that didn’t mean that he realized just how compromising their current position was.
He squirmed, trying to get the other hedgehog off of him in a way that didn’t involve talking about it (and thus possibly revealing just how Sonic sometimes thought about him…), only to pause when he felt something… distinct at his backside.
Because he had a deathwish, or something, he pressed against it again, and holy shit yeah he could feel a growing hardness there .
Shadow seemed to realize it, too, because in an instant he was off of him, and the movement kind of reminded Sonic of those videos of cats afraid of cucumbers. Heh, because Shadow was like a cat afraid of his own — no, that joke was too stupid, even for him.
Sonic sat up slowly, worried that he’d actually startle the other, now. This was… sensitive, awkward territory, and he suddenly wished he was anywhere else. He could always run away, but that would only make things so much more awkward the next time they had to work together.
Hey, Shads, long time no see! Anyways, while we’re waiting for Egghead to show his ugly mug, how about we reminisce on the time you got hard while pinning me down?
Yeah, absolutely not.
He needed to say something, but it was hard to formulate words when all he could think about was how badly he wanted Shadow back on top of him.
He raised his head, making eye contact with his rival — and finding himself startled by the intense stare he was met with. A stare, he couldn’t help but notice, that was led by pupils so dilated he may really have been part cat.
“You, uh, you okay there, Shads?”
Instead of rolling his eyes and saying some edgy one-liner, Shadow continued to stare. He opened his mouth, seemingly searching for words, but found none. His tongue peeked out, wetting his lips.
And then, if he couldn’t get any more ogle…y, he looked Sonic up and down .
“Something,” he finally said in a strained voice, “is wrong with me.”
“Well, anybody could have told you that.”
“I’m serious , hedgehog!” he growled. “Something is—” red bloomed across his muzzle, then the tips of his ears. He shrank back, almost like he was afraid .
“Wrong, yeah, so you’ve said.” Sonic nodded. “…you know, if you’re having some kind of, like… sexual awakening, that’s…” so A-Okay 100% totally more than fine with me, I’ve wanted you carnally for years, “nothing to be embarrassed about.”
Oh yeah, he was nailing this.
Oh, but something really was wrong, because Shadow didn’t respond verbally at all. A thick bead of sweat trickled down his brow, and Sonic was glad he had such strong impulse control (…sometimes), because fuck what he wouldn’t give to dart forward and lick it.
He couldn’t help his mind going wild right now, okay? With Shadow red-faced and panting, while Sonic knew he’d popped a hard-on? He hadn’t been drop-kicked into the next country, yet, so he could almost come to the conclusion that Shadow wanted him here. Which was wishful thinking and he knew it, but could you blame him for being a dreamer?
Shadow made a pained noise, something that almost resembled a whimper (which Sonic very wisely did not mention). It did, however, concern him enough to shuffle closer, reaching out a hand before hesitating, then just letting it hover between them awkwardly.
And then, unpromptedly, Shadow leaned forward, nuzzling into the still outstretched hand. He breathed in deeply, eyes closed, brows slightly drawn… and Sonic was frozen . Anything he did may have shattered the moment, and so he remained perfectly still, scared to even breathe.
“You’re warm ,” Shadow mumbled, that same gruffness to his tone as always.
“You’re…” hot. Like, ridiculously hot. “Warmer?”
Shadow pulled his head back, panting heavily. When he finally looked up again, pupils blown wide, with only the tiniest hint of amber ringed around them… Sonic found himself crumbling.
Raw want threatened to take over, but he held on by the slimmest of margins.
“I can…” he croaked, cringing at the sound, “I could help,” he offered.
Shadow’s hands, which Sonic was just now noticing were dug into the earth, as though he needed to hold onto the surface of the planet, flexed. Like he was really thinking about it.
Sonic found himself holding his breath.
His jaw tensed, but he wasn’t saying anything… so Sonic took a chance.
He scooted just that little bit closer to his rival, mindful not to crowd him. “Can I touch you?” He asked, spoken so softly that he actually kind of hoped his question would go unheard. But Shadow’s ears flicked, and yeah, he’d definitely heard him.
He grunted affirmatively. Sonic’s heart threatened to beat clean out of his chest.
He hesitated before bringing a paw up, still not entirely sure he wasn’t going to get punched in the face for this.
Was this really happening? Surely it was some kind of dream — but no. Everything was so vivid, so bright, that it had to be reality.
Before he could chicken out, he nudged Shadow’s legs apart, wide eyes trained on the swollen pouch he was met with. Shadow hissed, running his fingers down his own stomach before clumsily pressing where Sonic knew there would be pressure points that would release his cock.
Oh. Sweet. Chaos.
Shadow was big . Big, and thick, and veiny , and while Sonic was certainly no virgin, he suddenly felt like one all over again.
He peeled his gloves off, embarrassingly finding himself almost shy at the knowledge that his rival was watching him.
“Do you want yours off?” He asked, not bothering to clarify. It would be delicious , actually, to see those bare paws — but he wouldn’t mind if Shadow said no. This didn’t have to, like, mean anything , after all. Sure, Sonic was kind of lowkey super in love and had been for a long-ass time, but he’d pretty much resigned himself to never confessing. Now, though—
Shadow dragged him right out of his thoughts by taking off his own gloves — with his teeth .
Sonic could feel warmth pooling between his legs.
Like he was in a trance, he moved forward, not stopping until he was practically settled in Shadow’s lap. He still didn’t get punched, so he figured it was okay.
Shadow’s dick bobbed between them, weeping precum. Sonic couldn’t hold back another second. His mind practically emptied itself of everything that wasn’t fitting into this primal agenda. All he knew was this delightful feeling , and he wanted more of it.
He held the cock in his paw damn near reverently, spreading pre across the head with his thumb… and Shadow inhaled sharply, clenching his jaw.
He wanted to hear him moan. He wanted to hear him scream .
A next to impossible challenge, but when was he ever the type to back down from such a thing?
With the slick provided from the copious amounts of precum, he was able to slide his hand along the shaft easily. There were bumps along the underside that almost seemed to pulse , and to Sonic’s surprise, they felt… wet? Huh.
He slid his fist back up, then down again, a wicked grin spreading across his face when Shadow bucked his hips, chasing friction. Chasing him .
He moved his hand properly, twisting his wrist in a move that usually seemed to go over well. Shadow seemed to like it, if the low sound from his throat was any indication.
He stayed uncharacteristically quiet through the ordeal, so caught up in the moment that speaking didn’t even really occur to him. No, the only sound between them was Shadow’s low groans, and the occasional panting from Sonic.
He moved his hand down, some, fondling the balls that sat heavy at the base of Shadow’s dick. He bucked his hips again, a crazed sort of desperation in his eyes.
How many times had Sonic had that same look in his eye, alone in his own bed? Shamefully jerking off to the thought of his rival, wishing more than anything that he could claim some level of this fantasy?
Maybe all that manifestation stuff that Amy went on about had some real merit to it.
He kept at it with his fist, teasing at the head every so often, relishing in the reaction it earned him. A part of him wished he’d chosen a different position for this — sat comfortably behind Shadow, maybe, so he could lean against Sonic’s chest while he fucked into his hand. But on the other hand, he wouldn’t be able to see the look on his face like that. It was a beautiful, sexy expression that he worked to etch into his memory banks for lonely nights in his future.
He wondered if Shadow knew how nice he was to look at. Surely, he had to, right? A guy didn’t walk around being that hot without garnering some compliments. But then again, most people found him too intimidating to approach…
“You’re gorgeous,” he said, the words slipping out before he could really think about them.
Shadow didn’t respond (shocker), but if Sonic was seeing things right, he almost went even more red across his face. His ears flicked down, too, resting flat against his head.
It might’ve been the cutest damn thing he’d ever seen. Shadow truly contained multitudes, huh?
Speaking of what he contained (sue him, it was an easy joke), Sonic was almost certain those bumps along his cock were properly starting to ooze . Should he, like… be concerned about that?
“Um, not to alarm you, but your dick is, uh…? Hmm…”
Shadow glanced down at where Sonic’s thumb was circling one of the spots, coaxing more of the stuff out despite his better judgement. It was kind of weirdly satisfying, actually.
“I self lubricate,” Shadow said, like it was a casual thing.
“You — what? ”
Shadow groaned, but not in the sexy way, this time. No, this time it was his trademark Sonic-is-pissing-me-off groan, which Sonic was quite familiar with. “It self lubricates,” he repeated. “My biology is… unconventional.”
“Yeah, I’ll say… wait, so lemme get this straight. You could’ve been fucking me properly this whole time? What the fuck am I giving you a handjob for?!”
The expression on Shadow’s face was not amused, but don’t get it twisted. Sonic’s hand was, after all, still idly running along the length of his cock, and that meant he could feel it twitching in interest.
“I… don’t have condoms,” he said, but the strain to his voice suggested that he was really trying to convince himself not to go for it. Sonic could work with that.
“Who cares?” He replied with a flippant wave. “I’m clean. You?”
A stilted nod.
“ Perfect ,” he said, struggling not to let too much of his excitement show. But he was, of course, the actual horniest he’d ever been in his whole entire life, so sue him if he maybe seemed a little overenthusiastic.
He finally released his hold on Shadow’s cock — shivering at the quietly pained noise it produced from the other hedgehog. Fuck , he was so effortlessly hot it was almost infuriating .
Fingers plenty slick from whatever that ooze stuff really was, Sonic wasted no time in plunging two digits into himself. Shadow’s eyes were trained firmly on him, and while another time he would’ve slowed it down and really put on a show, he had a mission right now.
He fingered himself open hastily, scissoring the two inside before eventually adding a third, pumping them until he felt confident that he could accommodate the girth he was going to take.
He returned to his place straddling Shadow, practically vibrating with anticipation.
“Ready?” He asked.
“Just… fuck , just do it,” Shadow groaned, and that was good enough for him!
He lowered himself onto his cock, head thrown back with a pleasured moan at the stretch. “ Fuck… ” he mumbled, sinking further down slowly, allowing himself to adjust to the size.
Shadow’s face was scrunched up tightly, overwhelmed by the sensation. He breathed heavy through his teeth.
“‘s okay?” Sonic mumbled, choosing what most would probably call an inopportune moment to sink the rest of the way down, now fully seated on Shadow’s length.
Shadow made a noise of some kind, staring at where their hips connected. Ever so slightly, Sonic realized, he was trembling.
“Shads?” He asked, concern overtaking his pleasure momentarily. “Are you okay?”
“You’re warm ,” he said again. “It’s — ngh — it’s good… ”
Sonic grinned, giving an experimental roll of his hips. Shadow tipped his head skyward, mouth open on a gasp.
Sonic didn’t really mean to say it out loud, but sometimes things just slip out. Things like “you are so cute like this.”
He clicked his jaw shut, prepared for the worst. Likely getting shoved off Shadow’s dick and told to get lost. Dammit, and just when it was getting really steamy. He really needed to learn to close his stupid mouth sometimes.
To his shock (and he really meant shock ), that… wasn’t happening. Shadow just still had that same blissed-out look on his face, ears remaining pinned.
If Sonic didn’t know any better, he’d almost think that he’d liked it.
Unless… he did like it. In most cases, a compliment like that would have Shadow threatening violence. Him not doing that was so far out of the norm, it could only mean so many things.
Sonic raised himself a few inches, until only the tip remained inside, before dropping back down, setting an easy pace for now. He wanted to play around, see what really made his partner tick.
Which, based off the strained, low moan dragged straight from the soul , this was one of those things.
Feeling confident that it would be well received, he opted to press farther with his praise. “You’re taking me so well ~” he purred, tangling his fingers in the soft cloud of chest fur he’d always so longed to touch. He preened at the noise it earned him. “Yeah? You’re being so good for me… oh , that was a pretty sound. You like that? Being a good boy for me?”
“ Sonic ,” he gasped, and oh he couldn’t just say his name like that and expect it not to do things to him .
He snapped his hips up, meeting Sonic’s with vigor.
“Oh fuck , Shadow~” he groaned, one hand leaving that perfect cloud of fluff and tangling into his quills, instead. With how desperate he was, it was a miracle he didn’t slice his skin open on a spine.
They were so close . He could close the distance, could kiss him so easily — and oh, how he longed to. To taste Shadow on his lips, to claim yet another part of him…
Shadow surged forward, hungry and desperate. Their teeth clacked together, and yet it hardly even registered. Their lips moved against each other, slotted perfectly in place.
This was almost better than the sex. Kissing him was a drug all its own.
Shadow licked at his lower lip, and Sonic indulged him, allowing entrance to his warm tongue.
Pressed so close together, each thrust was far shallower — but so, so deep, every time hitting a spot that made him see stars.
He slowed his pace to a languid, purposeful thing, grinning against Shadow’s mouth at the whine it procured. He was the one always telling Sonic to slow down. It was about time he took that advice to heart.
“Asshole,” Shadow grumbled, lips barely a breath away from his partner’s. “Go faster .”
“Mm, maybe if you ask real nice~”
Shadow growled , flipping them around so that Sonic was below him, now, back flat against the ground. He pistoned his hips like a crazed, feral thing, grunting and moaning into the fur along Sonic’s neck.
“Oh chaos , Shadow~ ” he moaned, tipping his head to allow further access to the thin skin of his throat. He hadn’t quite anticipated the sudden switch, but he absolutely wasn’t complaining. With Shadow above him like this, blocking out the sun… he kind of looked like an angel.
Which would make sense, because this was the closest to heaven he’d ever felt in his life .
Teeth grazed across his neck, and he whimpered, unsatisfied until they finally broke skin. That tantalizing tongue lapped at the trickle of blood, soothing the bite mark.
“Who’s — ngh — who’s cute now?” He hissed, as though it was a super clever and insulting comeback, and Sonic just couldn’t resist pushing himself up to kiss him, nothing more than a quick peck that still left the other blushing.
“Still you,” Sonic grinned, pressing one more kiss to the side of his muzzle before dropping his upper body back down, the angle not at all allowing him to fully sit up.
He groaned in ecstasy as Shadow gripped his legs, practically throwing them over his shoulders and nearly folding him in half. Each thrust was suddenly so much deeper , so much more , and it left Sonic gasping, forming little half words and sad attempts at Shadow’s name slipping across the tongue that was currently lolling out of his mouth.
“Chaos — Sonic, fuck~ ” he whined ( whined!!! ) and that alone was enough to kickstart his brain into forming words again.
“‘s good, it’s so good, Shads,” he praised, panting for breath, “you’re so good… ”
The rhythm of his thrusts stuttered, and Sonic couldn’t stop the wicked grin from taking over his muzzle, despite the wanton moans that still spilled from his mouth like water.
“I’ve — ngh — I’ve thought about this for so long,” he admitted, breathless and loving it, “I’ve wanted you for so long…”
“ Sonic ~”
“You feel so good inside me — ohh, fuck… ‘s like you were made for me~”
Shadow buried his face into the crook of Sonic’s neck, breathing heavy against the fur. It only served to fold Sonic’s body ever further, but the stretch was hardly a concern when he felt this good .
“Do you — hah — do you ever shut up?” He said, and it was probably meant to be threatening, but the moan that accompanied it was all too telling.
“You should know me well enough by now to know the answer is n— OH! ” He choked on a scream, Shadow’s cock hitting a spot that made stars burst across his vision. “Yes, yes , fuck, right there, right there there there~” he keened, scraping his nails down his partner’s back, “FUCK! Harder, please , ‘m so close, chaos Shadow make me cum, please please please — SHADOW! ”
Pure, tingling bliss wove itself through his muscles, and he moaned, loud and unrestrained, hooking his legs around Shadow to press him in deeper. Every roll of his hips led him sweetly through his orgasm.
As the feeling faded, and he was left feeling more content than he could ever remember, Shadow tried to pull out. Sonic whined in response, bringing him back in closer with his legs.
“Sonic—” he huffed, wound up and tight and clearly about ready to burst, “I need to… ngh , I need to pull out.”
Which, for one very sex-drunk hedgehog, was kind of like hearing I’m going to kick you in the balls .
“Inside,” he begged, tightening his legs around the other, “oh chaos , cum inside me, Shads…”
There was a flicker of hesitation on his face, and personally, Sonic didn’t like that. He grunted, reaching up to tangle one hand into Shadow’s quills while he repositioned himself to bring his legs back down, then dragged him down into a bruising, open-mouthed kiss. His hesitation seemed to fade away as he melted into it, moaning into Sonic’s mouth.
“Close—” he gasped against his lips, his thrusts becoming sloppy and uncoordinated.
“Fuck, you’re so good… cum for me, baby,” he purred, and Shadow obliged, thrusting into the hero as deeply as he could go, warmth flooding his insides as his partner climaxed inside him.
The next few minutes were a hazy blur. Shadow went all but boneless, dropping like a sack of potatoes and curling into Sonic with a low rumbling purr. This behavior was honestly more shocking than everything else, but he certainly wasn’t about to complain.
After gaia-knows-how-long, he finally sat up, pulling out carefully. Sonic grimaced at the stickiness between his legs. He was going to need a real good shower after this.
Silence persisted between them as Shadow tucked himself into his pouch, Sonic using the moment to sit up despite the protesting of his muscles.
He was just beginning to consider what sort of unfunny joke or quip he should make to break the silence, but Shadow ended up breaking it for him.
“I don’t…” his muzzle twisted up, brows furrowed as he pointedly did not face the hedgehog he was talking to, “I don’t know what that was.”
Sonic stared at him. “You mean sex?”
Shadow’s head snapped to glare at him, seeming kind of annoyed. “ I know what sex is, fool .”
“Kayy…” he drawled, cocking his head to the side, curious. “Then whaddya mean?”
Shadow growled, in a way that was probably meant to be more threatening than sexy, but unfortunately for him, Sonic certainly wasn’t going to be seeing it that way ever again. “I don’t know,” he snapped. “I feel… strange.”
“Like a could-go-again strange or a kick-me-in-the-face strange? Cause I could work with either,” he said with a waggle of his eyebrows.
“You are so insufferable,” he grumbled, eyes narrowed in Sonic’s direction as he got to his feet. Or at least, tried to get to his feet. Almost instantly, his knees buckled, and he was on the ground again, leaving Sonic ever-so-slightly concerned.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine . I just… chaos , something is definitely wrong…” he mumbled the last part, which may have meant he didn’t want Sonic to hear. But he was going to ignore that and address it anyway.
“You said something was wrong earlier,” he said, now feeling real concern over the statement he’d previously brushed off. “What is it?”
“Like I’ll discuss something like that with you , faker.”
“Dude, you were literally just balls deep inside me. Why is it now that you’re all shy and nervous to be vulnerable?”
Of course, mind-blowingly awesome gay sex wasn’t quite the same as, like, raw emotions and weaknesses and stuff. Well, it could be, sometimes. But in this case it wasn’t. Anyways, Sonic did understand that there was, fundamentally, a flaw in his argument. He simply planned to ignore it and pester Shadow until he gave in, as he usually did. It was kind of a tried-and-true method with the guy. If Sonic bothered him relentlessly enough, there were few things he couldn’t make happen. Races, usually. The one time he’d begged and pleaded until Shadow agreed to dress up as an elf to Sonic’s Santa , due to last-minute-unforseen-circumstances and shit. Mostly races, though.
Shadow’s face was painted with disgust, not trying to hide it in the slightest. Some people were under the impression that Shadow didn’t emote around other people (other than his default annoyance and rage). But that actually wasn’t true at all. It was just that those two were basically his natural state of being. Any other emotion was possible to identify, you just had to know what to look for. It was the subtle things, really.
Like right now, with narrowed eyes glaring at him and muzzle wrinkled like he’d eaten a bad chili dog, it was easy to see that Shadow was, in fact, disgusted. Chaos, Sonic was so good at this, truly.
“Seriously,” he pressed, invading the hybrid’s personal space to look him over intensely, attempting to soothe his totally unfounded worries about his rival actually being hurt. “You’re kinda freaking me out.”
Shadow scoffed. He pushed Sonic out of his space. But, curiously, he seemed to be deep in thought. Only after Sonic was starting to consider slapping him or something to gather his attention, he spoke again.
“This doesn’t… happen to me,” he said in a low, angry tone.
Sonic waited for him to elaborate, but it didn’t seem like he planned to. “Am I just supposed to guess, or…?”
“Hedgehog—” he snapped, glaring at him sharply. “I am not supposed to feel… desire. Especially not for you .”
“…are you saying you’re mad that you want me?”
“I do not want you!”
“Okay, okay. Are you… saying you’ve never been horny before?”
Several different emotions flitted across Shadow’s face. Primarily of the negative variety.
“I suspect some kind of aphrodisiac,” he finally said, absolutely avoiding the question, before looking at Sonic again with narrowed eyes. “ Did you do something? ”
“Wha— excuse me ?” He practically screeched, indignant and offended. “First of all; you think I would drug you?! Second; you think I would drug you to have sex with you?! I’m literally the Hero of Mobius, I can have sex whenever I want! ”
Shadow nodded slowly. “I suppose you do lack the stealth for such a thing.”
“Yeah, I lack the — hey! I can so be stealthy! I can literally — actually I don’t know why I’m arguing about this. I didn’t drug you.”
“Fine. It would be out of your character, anyway. But mark my words, faker. I will get to the bottom of this.” He stood up, surveying the field for a long moment, eyebrows drawn. Seemingly finding nothing, he crossed his arms, vanishing in a little blip .
Sonic stared at the space where he’d been. “Fucking bye , I guess? Chaos, you’ve got issues. Aphrodisiac… It’s pretty normal for rivals to want each other carnally, you know!” He shouted to absolutely nobody.
He got to his feet, kicking up a cloud of pollen from those strangely alluring flowers.
Weird.
Whatever, he needed to get home. He was starving, after all of that.