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°. ⋆༺☾𖤓༻⋆. °

Sonic tore through the narrow alley, the wail of police sirens bouncing off the graffiti-stained walls behind him. His heart pounded in his ears as he yanked his hood up, trying to vanish into the shadows. Trusting his so-called boss had been a colossal mistake. They’d promised an easy score just a quick break-in at some rich guy’s office, a job that would make them all rich. Instead, the place was wired like a fortress. The second they stepped inside, alarms exploded through the air, and the group scattered like startled birds.

Skidding around a corner, Sonic darted into another alley, the soles of his shoes slapping wet pavement. This wasn’t the life he’d imagined for himself. He hadn’t always been this way, stealing just to get by. But being an omega in a world that didn’t care for his kind, fired from job after job just for existing, he had few choices left. Desperation had led him into the orbit of Scourge, a fellow hedgehog and a ruthless gang leader who ran a pack that thrived on chaos and fear.

Sonic had lied, told them he was a beta to avoid drawing unwanted attention. It didn’t buy him much kindness just enough to be useful. He got a mattress on the floor, stale food, and under-the-table jobs that kept him barely afloat. It wasn’t much of a life, but it was something.

Now, that “something” was unraveling fast in a city he didn’t even know the name of. He’d crossed state lines on Scourge’s orders, left what little familiarity he had behind, and ended up here alone, cornered, and hunted.

The alley opened up slightly, neon signs buzzing overhead, casting garish pinks and reds onto the rain-slicked street. Mobians scantily clad lingered under flickering lights, exchanging glances and offers in hushed tones. A red-light district. Of course.

Just as he neared the end of the alley, a sudden burst of flashing red and blue lights lit up the entrance like fireworks.

“Fuck,” Sonic hissed, yanking himself backward and bolting down a side path. His legs burned with exertion, but he didn’t stop. Couldn’t.

His breath hitched in his chest, shallow and quick. His body was overheating, sweat clinging to his fur. Was it just the adrenaline? Or something worse?

His hand brushed his lower stomach as he staggered through the alley.

He hadn’t made enough this month to afford proper heat suppressants. Rent had come first barely, yeah he had to pay that asshole to sleep under his roof. All he had were scent blockers, and even those were starting to wear thin. He could already feel the pressure mounting under his skin, he just needed to will it away before he could hold up in some abandoned building for a few days.

His ears twitched sharply at the sound of footsteps, steady, deliberate, echoing against the damp brick walls behind him.

Someone was following him.

Panic pushed him forward. He stumbled out of the alley and onto a narrow street awash in neon. Reds, purples, and blues lit the wet pavement like stained glass, and shop signs flickered overhead in gaudy loops. He didn’t take time to read them. He darted for the first storefront with a name that sounded remotely medical.

Gemstone Remedies.

A soft chime rang above the door as he pushed inside, trying to steady his breath, hood still pulled low. He slipped down one of the aisles quickly, avoiding eye contact, as if he belonged there. He just needed a minute. Time to collect himself. Maybe even find something that could-

“Hmmph.”

The dismissive grunt came from the counter. Sonic caught a glimpse of a large red echidna seated at the front, bulked up in a black tank top, arms crossed over a newspaper. The echidna’s eyes tracked him with barely concealed suspicion, then flicked back to his page with a scoff, as if Sonic wasn’t worth the trouble.

Sonic exhaled quietly, trying to calm his pulse as he looked at the shelves.

And then it hit him.

The products. The packaging. The scents.

This wasn’t a pharmacy. It was a sex shop.

Shelves lined with bottles of slick and aphrodisiacs gleamed under the dim lighting. A wall further back displayed toys in tasteful rows behind frosted glass. Discreet, luxurious. Expensive. Definitely not the kind of place you stumbled into for aspirin.

He blinked, a flush creeping over his cheeks as realization settled in. This wasn’t the place he thought it was but now that he was here, he couldn’t afford to bolt. He shook his head sharply.

Focus.

The synthetic sweetness in the air clung to his tongue, something floral and musk-heavy that made his already-fraying instincts twitch. He pushed deeper into the store, weaving past displays of lubricants, lingerie, and shimmering bottles with names like Crimson Heat and Obey Me. His steps were quiet, deliberate, eyes flicking toward every dark corner like a hunted animal.

Finally, tucked in the back near a frosted-glass divider, he spotted it: a small, clearly labeled Omega Wellness section. The shelves were stocked with discreet packaging, clean label patches, pills, scent-masking sprays, and, most importantly, heat suppressants.

He crouched low, scanning quickly. One of the generic brands he recognized. Not strong, but better than nothing.

His fingers curled around the bottle.

He glanced up toward the front of the shop. The red echidna was still there, massive, bored-looking, slouched behind the counter with a newspaper unfolded in one hand and a coffee mug in the other. Above him, tacked crookedly to the wall, was a glaring sign in block red letters:

"SHOPLIFTERS WILL BE PROSECUTED."

Sonic didn’t look at it too closely. They’d have to catch him first.

He slipped the bottle into the pocket of his hoodie in a fluid, practiced motion, then casually straightened, continuing down the aisle like he was still browsing. He picked up a jar of scented massage oil, turned it in his hands absently, all the while keeping the echidna in his peripheral vision.

So far, no reaction. No movement. Just another disinterested shop clerk with a bad attitude.

Still, Sonic’s heart thudded louder than the sirens had. Every muscle in his body stayed tense, waiting for the sudden shout, the click of a comm, the rush of pursuit.

But it didn’t come.

Not yet.

Sonic crept a glance toward the front windows, watching as the strobing blue-and-red lights dimmed and faded down the street. The sirens were finally growing distant. The coast was almost clear.

His ear twitched at the sound of a chair scraping against the floor.

The echidna had stood up.

Sonic didn’t turn right away, but he felt the weight of the man’s gaze pressing into him like a spotlight. He stiffened instinctively, fighting the urge to bolt. Instead, he looked at the first thing directly in front of him, anything to seem normal, calm.

His stomach dropped.

It was a wall of sex toys. Not just any toys obscene, overbuilt, knotted ones in every size and sheen. Some glowed. Some had functions.

Sonic’s face went scarlet.

“Heh,” he coughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck as he tried to fake nonchalance. “So… people really buy this kind of stuff?”

His voice cracked slightly at the end. Smooth.

A slow, deep chuckle came from behind him. The echidna, Knuckles, according to the simple black name tag pinned to his chest, strode over with the kind of confidence that made Sonic’s fur bristle. He was tall, broad-shouldered, clearly built from physical labor or maybe too many years of lifting boxes full of silicone. His arms were crossed as he loomed, but then he casually reached for one of the more… intimidating toys. A hefty, knotted one the color of obsidian.

With an amused smirk, he held it up for emphasis. “This one’s our best seller. Especially with omegas.”

There was a gleam in his eye that suggested he already knew the truth. Or was daring Sonic to correct him.

Sonic’s spine straightened. He crossed his arms tightly across his chest, feigning a lazy grin even as his glands screamed under his scent blocker.

“Well, I’m a beta,” he said with a shrug, cool and flat. “So I don’t need anything like that.”

But even as he spoke, he could feel the shift in the air. Knuckles' scent was subtle, controlled, but not hidden. There was something sharp beneath it, possessive. Maybe it was the pheromones. Maybe it was just a dominant personality. Either way, it crept under Sonic’s skin like static.

Or maybe, Sonic thought warily, he just really hates his job.

Still, Knuckles didn’t move. He just tilted his head slightly, the smirk never quite fading. Like a predator who hadn’t decided whether to pounce.

Sonic could feel the weight of Knuckles' stare lingering on him like a lead blanket. The air was thick with tension, silent, heavy, and laced with something just barely on the edge of instinct. He swallowed hard and forced a casual laugh, backing a step away from the wall of intimidating toys.

“Well, uh... this has been... educational,” he said, giving the display a sideways glance like it had personally offended him. “But I actually just remembered...I’ve got somewhere to be.”

Knuckles raised a brow, clearly not buying the act just yet.

Sonic rubbed the back of his neck, eyes darting toward the door. “Yeah, my... roommate. Real clingy type. Gets nervous if I’m not...where I am supposed to be...right now.” He paused, then added with a smirk, “You know how alphas can be.”

That part was risky, but it gave the illusion of Sonic being claimed by a pack just enough to make him less appealing prey, he hoped. Maybe it would throw Knuckles off.

Knuckles didn’t blink. His eyes trailed down to Sonic’s pocket, the one with the bottle.

Sonic’s breath hitched. Just barely.

“…Right,” Knuckles said finally, voice low and unreadable. He stepped aside slowly, arms still folded across his chest, giving Sonic a clear path to the exit. “Wouldn’t want them to panic.”

Sonic nodded quickly, already edging toward the door. “Exactly. Gotta run” 

Sonic darted toward the door, adrenaline pulsing like wildfire through his veins. His fingers barely brushed the handle when, slam!

A heavy fist landed against the glass just inches from his face, the door rattling under the force.

He froze.

Knuckles' arm barred his exit, thick and solid like steel, his body pressing in close, too close, caging Sonic between the door and a wall of muscle.

The sharp scent of the echidna’s pheromones hit him hard now, no longer subtle, no longer restrained. They were thick and edged with something dangerous, possessive, dominant, the kind of scent that made Sonic’s already-overworked suppressants struggle to keep his body from reacting.

Slowly, Sonic turned his head, finding Knuckles mere inches away, his expression unreadable.

"You're in a rush all of a sudden," Knuckles said, his voice low and velvety, the smirk gone. “Did you forget to pay for something?”

Sonic’s mouth opened, a half-baked excuse on his tongue but the words died there, tangled in the heat of the moment.

He could feel his pulse in his ears.

“Didn’t think anyone was paying attention,” Sonic said finally, trying to keep his tone cool, light, even as his body betrayed him with a tremble in his fingers.

Knuckles’ eyes flicked to the bulge in Sonic’s hoodie pocket, the shape of the bottle unmistakable.

He didn’t shout. Didn’t move with urgency.

Instead, he leaned in slowly, voice dripping like honey laced with heat.

“Didn’t you read the sign?” he murmured.

Sonic’s breath caught.

“Yeah, yeah, shoplifters will be prosecuted,” he snapped, his bravado kicking in like a defense reflex. “Call the cops or fight me, then.” He shoved at Knuckles’ chest, but the echidna didn’t budge just looked down at him with that insufferable smirk.

“That’s not what the sign says.”

Before Sonic could react, Knuckles’ hand closed around the scruff of his hoodie, lifting him clean off the ground like he weighed nothing.

“Hey!” Sonic squawked, legs kicking slightly before his eyes landed on the sign behind the counter again.

He blinked.

Then stared.

“SHOPLIFTERS WILL BE PROSTITUTED. No Exceptions.”

His blood ran cold.

“That-... That can’t be real,” he croaked, his voice hitching between disbelief and mounting panic. “That’s a joke. Right? It’s a joke-”

Sonic didn’t even get the chance to finish his protest.

In a blur, he was shoved forward and pinned over the front counter, the sharp edge digging into his hips as a firm hand wrenched both arms behind his back. His legs kicked instinctively, but Knuckles’ grip was unyielding solid as iron.

“Let go!” Sonic snarled, twisting beneath him.

Knuckles leaned down, lips near Sonic’s ear, voice low and deadly smooth. “So either you’re a pervert…”

He paused deliberately, letting his pheromones crash into Sonic like a tidal wave. It was suffocatingly rich, dominant, and invasive. The scent burrowed under his skin, heating the already volatile knot of tension burning in his gut.

“…or you’re stupid.”

Sonic’s ears flattened. The suppressants weren’t strong enough. His body screamed against the pressure, instincts fraying at the edges, demanding submission he refused to give.

Damn Alphas.

He squirmed again, desperately trying to pull free but it was like struggling against a wall.

“Handsome?”

The firm hold on him faltered for half a second as a new voice rang out across the room, lilting and rich with teasing charm.

A door in the back had opened, music briefly spilling in, something sultry and bass-heavy, before cutting off with the soft click of it shutting again. In its place stood a tall, curvaceous white bat, dressed in black silk. She paused mid-step, one slender brow lifting as she took in the sight of Sonic sprawled across the counter, and Knuckles looming behind him.

“Well, this is… lively,” she said, glancing between them with a knowing smirk, wings folding neatly behind her back.

“Get him off me! He is crazy!” Sonic cried out, his voice breaking with panic as he struggled against Knuckles’ unyielding grip. His eyes locked with the bat’s, wide with desperation, his body trembling under the weight of mounting fear and uncontrollable instinct. “Let me go”

“Oh, sweetie…” the bat purred, her voice like silk laced with amusement.

She sauntered forward with deliberate grace, each click of her heels echoing like punctuation in the thick silence. Her curves swayed with practiced ease, and her teal eyes gleamed with a mix of curiosity and something darker, something unreadable.

She leaned over the counter opposite Sonic, elbows resting against the glass, chin balanced delicately atop her hands close enough that he could smell her perfume, a rich unique blend of jasmine, and orchids.

“What did he try to steal?” she asked casually, as if this were just another part of her nightly routine.

Behind him, Knuckles reached down with one hand and fished the bottle from Sonic’s hoodie pocket, holding it up for her to see with a low chuckle.

“What would a beta need with omega suppressants?” he asked, voice heavy with knowing smugness.

Sonic flinched, face burning as the truth cracked in the air like lightning.

The bat took the bottle from Knuckles delicately, turning it in her fingers as if inspecting fine jewelry. “Oh, Blue,” she murmured, her voice dipping to a sultry coo. “Did you not read the sign?”

“They’re- They’re not for me!” Sonic blurted, far too quickly. “I-It’s for someone else! Let me go, t-this can’t be legal!”

Knuckles pressed down harder, eliciting a strained gasp. “I could always rough him up a little, Rouge,” he offered darkly, his tone almost too eager, dominance rolling off him like heat.

“Ah ah ah,” Rouge tsked, wagging one perfectly manicured finger as her smile curved into something far more dangerous. “No exceptions. You know the rules, Knuckie~”

Her voice was honey-sweet, but there was steel underneath.

“We keep the merchandise in good condition.”

Sonic’s breath hitched.

“Merchandise!?” he echoed, eyes snapping wide. “I’m not!”

Rouge merely hummed, brushing a lock of white hair behind one ear as she leaned in just a bit closer.

“Darling… you are now.”

°. ⋆༺☾𖤓༻⋆. °

The sky had darkened by the time the van rolled to a stop.

Sonic’s hands were bound not tight, but just enough to make a statement. Rouge had insisted on style over necessity, opting for satin restraints instead of cuffs. “Presentation matters,” she’d said sweetly, lounging in the front seat, perfectly composed. Knuckles had driven in silence, knuckles clenched on the steering wheel.

The building before them was tucked between high-rises, glowing like a secret.

Tall, sleek, and far too elegant to be what it truly was.

Soft lights poured from tinted windows. Gold-plated signage above the door read: House of Obsidian in swirling cursive. It smelled like orchids, expensive perfume, and something darker, lust, barely masked by refinement.

Sonic didn’t say a word as Knuckles guided him through the entrance, hand firm at the small of his back.

Inside, it was worse.

Velvet drapes. Dim lights in warm tones. Mirrors that didn’t reflect truth so much as suggestion. Music thrummed low, seductive and slow, like a pulse under the skin. Beautiful people drifted in and out of corridors, dressed in silks and half-smiles. A wolf in stilettos winked at Sonic as they passed.

He swallowed hard. His hands fiddled nervously with the bindings.

“This way, sweetheart,” Rouge purred, her heels tapping against the marble as she led him down a hall. “I want you to meet someone important.”

Sonic scowled, tugging slightly against Knuckles’ grip. “Let me guess. My pimp?”

Rouge merely laughed, melodic and cruel. “No, darling. Your boss.”

They reached a dark-paneled door at the end of the hall. Knuckles knocked twice, then opened it without waiting for a reply.

Shadow’s office looked more like the private chamber of a dark aristocrat than a workplace. Heavy crimson velvet curtains draped over tall, narrow windows, muting the daylight into a low, blood-warm glow. The walls were a deep charcoal gray, accented with black crown molding and subtle gold inlays, each carved with ornate, arcane-like patterns that hinted at secrets better left unspoken.

At the center stood a massive mahogany desk flawless, polished, and imposing its edges carved with sharp, clean lines. Every paper, pen, and file sat in perfect order, as if chaos had never been allowed to touch this space. Behind it, a tall leather-backed chair loomed like a throne, its deep wine-red upholstery contrasting sharply against the gleam of black metal hardware.

Bookshelves lined one wall, crammed with worn volumes, case files, and the occasional concealed weapon. The air smelled faintly of spiced cedar with a single lamp on the corner of the desk casting warm golden light, but everything it didn’t touch fell into shadow.

A velvet chaise lounge sat off to the side, near a low glass table that held a decanter of something dark and expensive. The entire room exuded control, power, and barely restrained tension. Much like its owner.

And behind the desk stood him.

Shadow.

Tall, muscular, attractive, immaculately dressed in black slacks and a tailored vest over a dark red shirt. His arms were crossed, one brow lifted as his crimson gaze locked onto Sonic with cool detachment.

Behind the imposing hedgehog, a large screen displayed a grid of security camera footage. One frame was frozen and zoomed in, clear as day, capturing the exact moment Sonic slipped the pills into his pocket. So that’s how they caught him.

Sonic’s stomach twisted although he was unsure if it was from his pre-heat or the cold glare this hedgehog was giving him as if to freeze him in place.

“Oh, great,” Sonic muttered, stepping forward as Knuckles shoved him lightly ahead. “Its Dracula”

Shadow’s eyes narrowed. “And you must be the thief with the attitude problem.”

Their stares clashed like blades. Sonic’s smirk faltered, lips pressed tight as tension coiled in his spine.

“I’m not staying here,” he growled.

“You don’t have a choice,” Shadow replied flatly.

Rouge stepped beside Shadow, looping one arm around his shoulder like a queen unveiling her king. “Tried to steal heat suppressants, claims he is a beta.” she said, voice like silk over steel. “And we do believe in equal exchange here.”

Sonic bristled, fighting the flush creeping up his neck. “I’m not some fucking-”

“You are now,” Shadow interrupted, stepping around the desk. He stopped just in front of Sonic, looking down at him, not towering, but above in every sense. “Until your debt’s cleared, you work here. You’ll smile. You’ll obey.”

“You don't know me very well” Sonic scoffed.

Their noses nearly touched

“Besides my debt? Those pills are fifty bucks. It’s probably not even a loss for some rich asshole like you,” Sonic hissed, not backing down.

Shadow didn’t flinch. “Oh, it’s much worse than that. To cover the financial loss of your attempted theft, emotional distress to staff, damages to company property” he paused, gaze like ice, “your debt exceeds one hundred thousand.”

“Damages to- ...I didnt?...Bullshit,” Sonic snapped, fists clenched.

“It’s called civil demand,” Shadow said smoothly. “Legally, we have every right.”

Sonic’s throat went dry. “And if I don’t?” he whispered.

Shadow’s voice was too calm. The kind of calm that warned of something far more dangerous beneath the surface.

“Just as our signage clearly states,” he said, tone like cut glass, “your body will be used to repay your debt. Even dead, your organs have value. Either way… your body belongs to us now. And it will be used one way or another.”

He stepped closer, slow and precise, like a predator choosing where to bite. His breath ghosted the edge of Sonic’s cheek, warm, steady, terrifyingly composed. The space between them was electric with restraint, like a storm trapped in human shape.

Then came the pheromones: no heat, no desire, just raw, brutal dominance. Cold and clean, sharp as a blade drawn slowly across skin. A scent that promised power, not pleasure. Ownership, not affection.

And Sonic felt it settle in his bones like a warning.

Sonic’s ears pinned back, bravado slipping like oil through his fingers. His senses begging him to submit 

Who the hell had he tried to steal from, the mafia?

Still, he didn’t move. Neither did Shadow.

Their eyes locked. And for the briefest moment, something flickered between them.

Shadow finally leaned back and turned to Rouge. “Ill give you 24 hours to decide how you want to repay your debt,” he said, voice returning to a frozen calm. “On your back or 6ft under, Rouge please escort him to his room.”

Rouge’s smile was far too confident like she already knew how this would play out. Her fingers brushed over Sonic’s arm, claws cool against his fur as she moved to restrain him again.

“Yeah, how about no,” Sonic said with a cocky grin, that familiar spark dancing in his eyes. With a casual flick of his wrists, the binds slipped off loose, as if they’d never held him in the first place. 

Before she could react, he was gone blasting through the door in a blur of blue and adrenaline.

If there was one thing Sonic did better than anyone, it was run. Hallways flew past him, the wind tearing through his quills, sneakers hitting the floor in perfect rhythm. Doors, security cameras, startled onlookers, none of it mattered. He had this. He was speed.

But then, out of the corner of his eye, red and black quills flashed like a warning flare.

What the hell?!

He turned his head just as a weight slammed into him from the side. The world spun. Sonic grunted as he was pinned against the wall, Shadow's arm like iron across his chest.

"Thought you could outrun me?" Shadow growled, breath even, voice dangerously calm.

Sonic smirked despite the pressure. “Didn’t think you had that kind of speed in you” 

Shadow narrowed his eyes and that was all the warning Sonic got before the fist came flying. He ducked, barely, and shoved Shadow back with both hands. They broke apart, circling in the hallway now, surrounded by shattered tension.

Sonic lunged first, quick and slippery, aiming a sharp kick at Shadow’s side but the alpha caught it mid-air, twisting and forcing Sonic off balance. He rolled, sprang back up, and threw a punch that clipped Shadow’s jaw just enough to leave a mark.

"Not bad," Shadow admitted, flexing his neck before retaliating with a low sweep that knocked Sonic’s feet out from under him.

Sonic hit the ground hard, breath knocked from his lungs, but he grinned up at Shadow through it. “No bad yourself”

Shadow didn’t flinch. He dropped to one knee, pinning Sonic beneath him with an iron grip. “Yield,” he commanded, voice low and rough, the word rumbling from deep in his chest.

In an instant, the air changed.

His pheromones hit the hallway like a wave sharp, commanding, thick with authority. A few onlookers nearby instinctively backed away, eyes wide as they felt the weight of an alpha’s presence saturate the space.

But Sonic didn’t retreat.

He was trembling beneath him not from fear, but from something deeper, something tangled between adrenaline and instinct. His arms were pinned to the cold floor, his legs trapped beneath Shadow’s powerful frame. He writhed, twisting to break free, but Shadow held firm. Dominant. Steady.

Be still for Alpha. Strong Alpha. Submit to Alpha.

The thoughts weren’t his own, not entirely they were instinct, raw and primal, clawing their way up through the haze of adrenaline. Sonic shook his head, hard, trying to clear them. He hated this. Hated the way his body wanted to fold beneath that scent, hated how easily he could fall into that pull.

“You gonna gloat?” Sonic muttered breathlessly, masking the conflict with a smirk.

Shadow leaned down, just close enough for Sonic to feel his breath fan across his cheek. “No,” he said, the softness in his tone made sharper by the intensity in his eyes. “But I will make sure you don’t run again.”

Sonic’s chest rose and fell, each breath quicker than the last. “Damn,” he muttered with a crooked smile, trying to mask the way his stomach flipped, “you’re stronger than you look.”

Shadow arched an eyebrow, lips curling ever so slightly. “And you’re dumber than you sound.”

That got a real laugh out of Sonic, hoarse, breathless, but real. “Yeah, yeah. You got lucky. If we raced for real, I’d wipe the floor with you.”

Shadow tilted his head. “Is that so?”

Their eyes locked, emerald against crimson and suddenly, everything slowed. Sonic stopped struggling. Big mistake.

Up close like this, Shadow was unfairly handsome. Not just strong, but composed. Controlled. Dominant in a way that made Sonic’s stomach twist with something he didn’t want to name. Realization flooded him all at once, he was pinned, flushed, breathless, and very aware of how warm Shadow’s body was above his.

His face burned.

“I yield,” he said, voice tight and quiet, but still laced with that stubborn edge of defiance. “For now.”

Shadow held his gaze for a moment longer, then slowly exhaled. The grip on Sonic’s wrists loosened, but the weight of his presence didn’t lift. Not really.

The tension between them didn’t fade.

It smoldered.

°. ⋆༺☾𖤓༻⋆. °

Sonic sat on the edge of the bed, head buried in his hands as panic tightened around his chest like a vice.

He was so screwed.

If he got out, Scourge would probably kill him for botching the heist. If he didn’t, he’d be turned over to the cops and that’d end in a cell, in chains, probably someone’s prison bitch before the week was out. 

And here? Here, he didn’t even know. Fucked, maybe. Sold, maybe. Murdered quietly if he pissed off the wrong person, which lets face it was inevitable. His thoughts spiraled.

He stood abruptly, pacing tight circles in the too-clean room that they had locked him up in. Maybe he could bargain. Offer to work some other way cleaning, delivery, anything but opening his legs up for some stranger. He hadn't even had sex before. He couldn’t let them know that, he might end up as a blood sacrifice to that damn vampire looking hedgehog that ran this place. 

Would that be the worst thing?

But with his heat coming up fast, who’d take him seriously for a job? He would be exactly what they wanted: slick, pliant, biologically primed to say yes.

What if they strap him to a table and just let alpha after alpha knot him? Paying to get a piece of a heat-drunk hedgehog. What a nightmare!

His hands curled into fists.

He wasn’t ready for this. He had never spent a heat with anyone. He’d always kept moving, outrunning it with blockers and bad decisions. No one had ever gotten close. Sure, a few had tried, but no one ever kept up.

His thoughts went to the red and black hedgehog. How the hell did he manage to keep up with him? Scourge couldn't even do that. He came close. Shadow however matched him speed and fight. 

He bit his lip hard, fingers tightening on the hem of his hoodie as he shifted, thighs squeezing together with frustrated energy. He hated the weakness curling in his stomach, hated that it was winning.

He needed to escape.

The window barely cracked open,enough for air, not escape. Someone had nailed a brace across the top to stop it from opening fully. It wasn’t just a room. It was a cage, with nothing but a bed.

He raked a hand through his quills and tugged, trying to ground himself. Then crossed to the door. Still locked. No give, no voice on the other side. 

Defeated, he dropped back onto the bed, the mattress far too soft under his twitchy, coiled frame.

He couldn’t let them find out what he was.

He’d be devoured.

°. ⋆༺☾𖤓༻⋆. °

Shadow stood in his office watching the blue hedgehog on the security monitor, arms folded.

The camera feed flickered: Sonic pacing like a trapped animal, back and forth, every movement tense and tight like a coil about to snap. He had that same wild look Shadow had seen in runaways and cornered debtors,a mix of fury, desperation, and something else. Something softer buried underneath all that blue fire.

He didn’t miss the way Sonic clutched at his hoodie like armor. Or the way his thighs pressed together, so unguarded when he thought no one was watching.

Shadow’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“He can't sit still to save his life,” he muttered.

Rouge, lounging behind him on a velvet stool with a drink in hand, smirked. “It’s called panic. He’s still in the denial stage. It’s adorable, really.”

Shadow didn’t respond. He leaned forward slightly, gaze fixed on the monitor.

Sonic was trying the window again. Tugging it uselessly. Then the door. Again. Then,finally,dropping onto the bed like his strings had been cut.

A long, quiet moment passed.

“He’s hiding something,” Shadow murmured.

Rouge raised a brow. “Aside from lying about being a beta, stealing from us, and having absolutely no idea what he’s doing?”

“More than that.” Shadow’s voice was calm but focused. “Thieves are always hiding something “

Rouge’s smirk deepened. “Like his heat is coming? It would explain the suppressants”

“I am not sure that is it.”

“Mmm.” She sipped her drink. “Are you interested?”

Shadow didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.

His eyes remained locked on the screen, watching as Sonic curled in on himself at the edge of the bed,small, tight, trying to disappear.

The omega was terrified. Furious. Fragile.

But more than that… dangerous, in a way Shadow hadn’t decided how to name yet.

“Put him on minimum handling,” Shadow said finally. “Only you or me. Knuckles if he can manage not to smash his face in. No one else.”

Rouge raised an eyebrow. “Protective already? You have never acted like this with the other shoplifters”

“Cautious,” Shadow replied.

But even as he said it, his gaze didn’t waver.

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Sonic didn’t remember falling asleep.

He remembered the tight knot in his gut, the scratchy dryness in his throat, the taste of panic bitter on his tongue. He remembered staring at the ceiling until it blurred.

But now

A knock. No, not a knock. A click metal and final. The sound of the door unlocking.

Sonic bolted upright.

He didn't want to admit that despite everything that was the best night's sleep he had in a while. 

The door creaked open, soft and slow. Light from the hallway spilled in, cool and sterile compared to the low amber glow of the room’s wall lamp. Then a shadow darkened the threshold.

Literally.

It was him. The black and red hedgehog. Shadow is what Rouge called him.

Shadow stepped inside, dressed in sharp black slacks and a half-buttoned shirt like he didn’t have to try to command attention he just did. His expression is unreadable, cold and clean as glass.

Sonic tensed automatically. “What do you want?”

Shadow didn’t answer right away. He let the silence linger, gaze scanning the room, then landing on Sonic like it was all a test he was grading.

“Did you sleep well,” he said simply.

Sonic blinked. “Kinda hard to, in a strange place.”

Shadow’s crimson eyes locked onto Sonic, unreadable and unblinking. “You smell like fear,” he said coolly, “and desperation.”

Sonic’s ears flattened as he bared his teeth in response. “Yeah? Well, you smell like an asshole.”

It was a weak jab, and they both knew it. Truth was, Shadow smelled incredible, earthy and clean, warm like fresh-brewed coffee and a thunderstorm just beginning to break. It was infuriating.

A flicker of something, amusement, maybe, glinted in Shadow’s eyes, but it passed too quickly to pin down. He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. The sound echoed like a warning shot.

Shadow came to a stop at the foot of the bed, arms folded across his chest like a statue carved from control and disdain. His eyes trailed over Sonic,then settled briefly on the scent blocker patch at the base of his neck.

Sonic scooted back instinctively, hitting the wall behind the bed. “Ever heard of personal space,” he muttered.

“So you’re a beta?” Shadow’s voice dropped, tone flat and skeptical. His gaze didn’t waver from Sonic’s eyes.

“Yes,” Sonic lied without hesitation. His ears twitched.

Shadow’s brow lifted, just barely. “And you’ve had sex before?”

“O-of course.” Sonic forced a grin, ears twitching. “All the time. People are practically lining up. I’m irresistible.”

Another lie. And Shadow could smell it. Probably, because Sonic watched him inhale deeply. The irritation growing ever present on his face. 

His smirk deepened, slow, sharp, amused in a way that made Sonic’s skin crawl. “Mm. I doubt that. A thief and a liar, what an unattractive combination. Who would dare want someone like you?” 

Sonic flushed, ears burning, part rage, part something else he didn’t want to name. Why did that sting a little? Did he want Shadow to want him? No...of course not. Who would want a handsome...powerful..alpha- nope stop thinking about it.

“Better than being a cold, uptight piece if shit. I probably get more tail than you do.” He scoffed. “Hell, you should raise my debt. I’ll outsell it in no time. I'll beat you in your own stupid game.”

What. The. Fuck. Was. He. Saying?

The words left his mouth like a bad reflex, and the second they landed, Sonic wanted to snatch them right back.

Shadow’s smirk vanished.

Victory, Sonic thought, briefly.

Then came the silence. Thick. Cold. Heavy enough to drown in.

Shadow blinked once. Slowly. Then he stepped forward, his presence cutting through the air like a blade. His shadow stretched over the bed, swallowing Sonic whole. 

“What,” Shadow said quietly, “did you just say?”

Sonic’s heart thundered in his chest, loud enough he was sure Shadow could hear it. His pride cornered, wounded, and burning shoved him forward. He couldn't back down now, not with Shadow egging him on.

“You heard me,” Sonic snapped, chin tilting up defiantly. “Anything you can do, I can do it better. And faster.”

He didn’t even know what ‘it’ was anymore, only that if Shadow could do it then so could he. No way was he going to be outpaced, outmatched, or outdone… even if his voice shook just a little when he said it.

Shadow’s eyes narrowed, amused. He leaned in closer, their noses nearly brushing. “Anything, huh?” he asked, his voice soft and dangerous, the kind of tease that ran chills down Sonic’s spine.

Sonic held his ground, barely. “You heard me.”

Shadow’s lips curved, slow and deliberate, like he already knew how this would end. “Careful,” he whispered, his breath warm across Sonic’s skin. “I don’t think you understand what you're challenging.”

Sonic swallowed hard, pulse racing, blush high on his cheeks but his pride refused to back down, even as his body betrayed him with the way it leaned in, just a little.

“I never back down.”

Another beat passed. Stillness. And then:

A low, humorless laugh.

“You think you could outsell me,” Shadow said, his voice low and laced with amused disbelief, “outsell your debt… in my house? Acting like this? No proper training?”

Sonic barely had time to blink before he found himself flat on the bed, Shadow's hand pressed gently to his chest not to hurt, not to restrain, but to make a point. The weight of Shadow’s presence alone was enough to pin him.

Sonic’s mouth opened, but nothing came out.

Shadow leaned over him, the smirk on his face soft and slow. “You’re bold, I’ll give you that.”

Sonic’s breath caught as Shadow’s gloved fingers skimmed up his side not with force, but with an almost tender curiosity, like he was memorizing him by touch. It wasn’t what Sonic had expected… and it threw him.

“Are you going to fight me?,” he said quietly, blinking up at him, throat dry.

Shadow chuckled, a low, velvety sound that made Sonic’s stomach twist.

“Violence isn’t my first instinct when it comes to you,” he murmured. “There are better ways to win. Manipulation, coercion, and seduction.” One of them he was doing right now.

Sonic’s cheeks flushed a deep pink, his heart thudding loud in his ears, he couldn't stop the small thump of his tail against the mattress. Shadow’s hand brushed over his collarbone, deliberate, unhurried just enough to tease, never push.

“You always have something smart to say,” Shadow added, his crimson eyes flicking to Sonic’s lips, “but right now… you’re awfully quiet.”

“I- shut up,” Sonic muttered, half-hearted, breathless, trying and failing to look annoyed. The sudden change in demeanor had Sonic spinning. He was ready to fight the Alpha, argue, race against him once more which he really wanted to do. It didn't help that Shadow was built and attractive. 

Shadow’s smile softened, and he leaned in, just enough that his breath ghosted Sonic's neck. “Make me.”

Sonic stared up at him, wide-eyed and blushing, unsure if he wanted to push him away or pull him closer.

Either way… he didn’t move.

And Shadow didn’t need to win. He already had.

Suddenly he pulled away, the warmth of his touch vanishing like a snuffed flame. He stood, straightening his posture with sharp precision, arms folding tightly across his chest. The seductive curve of his mouth flattened into a stern frown, eyes once hooded with heat now cold and calculating.

All the softness, every teasing caress, every half-lidded glance was gone in an instant. The change was jarring, deliberate.

And it had the exact effect he intended.

Sonic blinked up at him, dazed and breathless, still caught somewhere between defiance and desire. But now, the emptiness left in Shadow’s absence felt like a slap. Confusion flickered across his face, followed by something closer to embarrassment.

Shadow didn’t move. He just stared down at him, guarded and distant.

“You still think you’re in control?” he said, voice quiet, but firm. “You’re not.”

Whatever game Sonic thought he was playing, Shadow had already moved three steps ahead and reminded him exactly who held the power in the room.

“You don’t even know how to look at a client properly,” he said. “Let alone fuck one.”

“I-I do too!” Sonic shot back, sitting up in sheer anger that Shadow had so easily gotten to him. “You don’t know anything about me!”

Sonic leaped forward, getting right in his face, anger burning hotter than caution.

“You damn Alphas are all the same. Strutting around like the whole damn world belongs to you,” Sonic snapped, eyes blazing. “Barking orders, glaring down your nose like some wannabe kingpin. Lurking in the dark, acting like everyone’s supposed to grovel just because you exist like we should be lining up to kiss your boots.”

He scoffed, voice dripping with venom. “You don’t command respect you just demand it and hope no one looks close enough to see the insecure bastard underneath.”

Shadow’s expression didn’t flinch but something flickered deep in his eyes. A crack. A flash of something colder.

Shadow’s eyes narrowed, something feral flashing behind them. He didn't address the insult. “Then prove it.”

Sonic stiffened. “Wait, what?”

“No backing down now.” Shadow straightened, rolling his shoulders as he unfolded his arms. His expression was unreadable. “You challenged me, That means one of two things. Either you prove you’re better,”

“-Or?” Sonic asked, throat suddenly dry.

“Or you accept the punishment for defamation,” Shadow said calmly. Cold. Final.

Sonic’s blood went cold.

“Rouge!” Shadow called over his shoulder, turning toward the door.

“No,wait-!” Sonic scrambled to his knees, panic flaring. “I didn’t-!”

The door creaked open. Rouge leaned in, taking in the room with a curious glint in her eyes. “Yes Shadow, darling?”

Shadow didn’t even look at her. “He wants to outsell his debt.”

Rouge’s lips parted into a slow, delighted smile. “Oh, does he now?”

“I didn’t mean-,” Sonic tried, but Rouge was already stepping fully into the room.

“Too late, sweet thing,” she cooed. “House rules are house rules.”

What even are these house rules they keep bringing up?!

Shadow turned to leave, pausing at the threshold. “He wants a client so damn badly?” he said flatly. “Give him an alpha, so he can kiss their boots..”

Then he walked out, the door slamming behind him with a sharp click as the lock slid into place. That damn hedgehog, how did he always knew how to get under his skin. Fine! Let him wander deeper into the mess. He’d learn soon enough.

He drew in a deep breath through clenched teeth, fists curling at his sides. The urge to punch a hole through the wall pulsed through him, but he knew better. All it would earn him was another repair job.

So he stood there, burning in silence before gritting his teeth, he had work to do.

Sonic sat frozen in place, staring at the door, his mind racing. What the hell had he just done?

He was the biggest idiot alive.

What was it about Shadow that made him fight like that? What happened to begging for manual labor? What happened to staying quiet?

He was so screwed.

His mouth got him into trouble sometimes but this really took the cake and ate it too. 

He laid back on the bed staring up at the ceiling, how hard could it be? 

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Sonic was uncharacteristicly silent as they practically forced him into the shower, offering to help wash him, an offer he denied so quickly it made Rouge’s head spin.

Afterward, his quills were brushed and styled for once, no longer jutting out in wild, chaotic angles. He actually looked presentable less like a homeless runaway and more like someone who belonged somewhere. His blue fur gleamed, vibrant and clean, catching the light as if it had been waiting for this moment all along

Afterward she handed him an outfit so scandalous it made his fur stand on end.

The top was barely a top at all, just a thin mesh halter that clung to his chest and left nothing to the imagination. It shimmered faintly under the light, the sheer fabric offering the illusion of modesty while revealing everything beneath. The back was completely open, tied at the neck with a silk ribbon, and dipped low enough to expose the curve of his spine.

The bottoms were worse: tight, black faux leather shorts that rode dangerously low on his hips and hugged him like a second skin. They were cut high, exposing most of his thighs, and the sides were laced with delicate crisscrossing ties that showed glimpses of the blue fur beneath. Every step made them squeak and stretch in ways that made him feel even more vulnerable.

His shoes were heeled, open-toed knee high boots, more decorative than practical, forcing him to walk with a sway that wasn’t natural to him. 

Sonic looked at himself in the mirror and flushed from ears to chest. He’d never felt this exposed, not even when fully naked.

It wasn’t just revealing. It was an invitation. One he hadn’t agreed to send.

Rouge led Sonic down a dim hallway and into a lavish room draped in velvet and silk. It was clearly one of the high-end client suites, private, indulgent, and layered with unspoken rules.

"Alright, Blue," she purred, pausing at the doorway. "These rooms have full surveillance, with panic buttons to keep everyone safe-”

“Oh so Shadow is a pervert and is going to watch?” Sonic quipped.

Rouge simply smiled, eyes half lidded. “You’ll find all the supplies you need inside."

She gave him a teasing wink, but her eyes flicked sharply to his neck. Before Sonic could react, she yanked off the scent blocker strip with a practiced tug, pulling a yelp from him as it tore at his fur.

“Strange thing for a beta to be wearing,” she mused, her voice light but edged. “But now, you look perfect. Sit tight, I’ll send in your first client.”

“Wait, Rouge-” Sonic started, reaching out, but the door had already shut and locked behind her.

He stood there, frozen, then reached a hand to the back of his neck. The scent blocker was gone, and he could already feel the difference. The room filled quickly with the sharp, sweet tang of citrus, his true scent bleeding into the air, impossible to 

hide now.

And judging by the shift in atmosphere, he wouldn’t be hiding anything else for much longer. 

Sonic exhaled slowly, steadying himself. He just had to get through this. People always said omegas were only good for one thing just sex, nothing more. So shouldn’t this come naturally to him? Shouldn’t it be in his blood?

The thought sat bitter and cold in his chest. But the sooner he finished this, the sooner he could throw it in Shadow’s face. Prove he wasn’t weak. The idea tugged a crooked smile to his lips. Yeah. That part, at least, felt good.

The door creaked open after what felt like forever, and black and white jackal stepped in slowly, composed, and utterly predatory. He exuded control, his posture relaxed but every movement precise. His bi-colored eyes, golden and icy blue, locked onto Sonic with a heat that made the air feel heavier.

He didn’t speak right away. His gaze traveled slowly, hungrily, from Sonic’s flushed cheeks down the lines of his sheer top to the curve of his thighs. Like he was memorizing every detail, every inch, like Sonic was something rare. Prey.

“You look...” Infinite’s voice was low, almost tender, edged with a rasp of want. “...mouth watering. Are you new?”

“Um...kinda?” Sonic’s ears pinned back, and he sucked in a shallow breath as he nodded. His heart was pounding. His scent was growing stronger, sweet, citrusy, from feeling nervous and exposed. 

His face flushed deeper, lips parting to say something, but the words tangled in his throat.

Infinite’s pupils dilated, dark and heavy with desire as he leaned in and inhaled deeply just above Sonic’s throat. “You smell incredible,” he murmured, voice laced with something raw.

His hands moved slowly, roughly sliding up beneath the thin top. Claws traced over fur and skin with just enough pressure to send shivers down Sonic’s spine. He groped the soft curve of his chest before digging a claw into one of Sonic’s rose pink buds.

Sonic let out a soft sound, half-whimper, quickly muffling it behind his hand. His body was betraying him, trembling under Infinite’s touch, caught somewhere between fear and nervousness. The sooner he got this over with he could go home.

Infinite paused, his breath warm against Sonic’s ear. “Anything off the table?”

He hesitated, then shook his head. “uh...No?.” What did infinite mean by that there wasn't even a table in here.

A slow, dangerous smile curled at the jackal’s lips. “How lovely. Safe word is Cinnamon”

What is a safe word? 

Effortlessly, Infinite lifted him, like he weighed nothing. Sonic’s arms instinctively wrapped around the jackal’s neck, panicked at being lifted. Infinite carried him to the bed and threw him down roughly, then stepped back just long enough to retrieve what he needed.

Sonic sat up adjusting from the rough treatment when the overpowering scent of steel filled the air, a natural musk, commanding. An alpha. The scent was intoxicating, coiling around Sonic’s senses and choking him with instinct. His knees weakened before he could stop himself, breath catching as heat bloomed low in his belly. 

Every fiber of his body screamed to submit, to be claimed, to surrender. Be good for alpha. 

He could feel the warmth building between his thighs, a slow, undeniable slickness beginning to gather as his body responded instinctively. 

Rope whispered over Sonic’s limbs, rough, digging into his flesh. His arms, then his ankles, were bound to the bedposts. Uh...was this normal? The rope was abrasive, painful, and all too tight. The pressure made his pulse quicken.

“Hey, can we-” 

“Shut up.” 

Sonic’s wide eyes followed every move.

“You are a masochist aren't you?” Infinite chuckled, voice low and edged with power. Before Sonic answered. “I can tell, I can smell how aroused you are, filthy slut.”

The blindfold came next, a soft cloth over his eyes. Darkness bloomed. Sonic was forced to listen harder, feel deeper, making everything all the more terrifying.

Sonic lay still, bound and blindfolded, every breath shallow with anticipation. With his sight taken away, the world narrowed to scent and touch and both belonged to Infinite now, who seemed to be getting a sick enjoyment out of pulling whimpers and yelps out of Sonic. This didn't seem right.

Claws lingered at his jaw, then traced down his throat, leaving red lines of pain blooming under blue fur. 

“Ah...that hurts...”Sonic gasped softly, his bound wrists flexing. The rope pulled taut, a reminder of how exposed he was.

“Good” Infinite’s claws followed the line of his collarbone, then down his chest. Pushing the sheer top out of the way he began to abuse the soft buds once more, one with his teeth and the other with his claws. His tongue was smooth, wet and flat, pushing away short peach fur as it glided around Sonic's now fully erect nipples. He grazed them with his teeth before biting down and sucking until they were swollen and red.

“You’re so sensitive,” the jackal murmured. “Every little touch lights you up.”

“Ngh my chest... not so rough” Sonic cried out as the jackal sunk his fangs into his supple flesh on the other side as well, his rough tongue licking up the blood. 

Panic surged through him, cold and sharp, maybe he really was going to be eaten. Each bite was so painful, he would be surprised, if he didn't have marks for weeks. He knew his pheromones were thick with fear now, practically screaming his distress into the air. But the jackal either didn’t notice... or didn’t care. 

The jackals' pheromones had him in a choke hold of lust. His teeth continued their path, leaving a raw, bloody trail up Sonic’s neck to his shoulder, each bite a brutal reminder of what got him into this situation. He could feel it, warm and wet, trickling down his shoulder and along his side. Blood. Sticky mixed with the jackal's saliva.

“What's this?,” Infinite whispered near his ear, voice low and indulgent, he forced Sonic’s head to the side exposing his neck. “Who would let an Omega as delectable as you run around unclaimed, with no mating collar?” 

“I-Im a beta...,” Sonic whimpered. Tears were streaming down his cheeks from behind the blindfold.

“No.” Infinite’s voice cut through the air like a blade, low, vicious, final. In the next breath, the lacing of Sonic’s shorts was torn apart with a sharp rip, shredded effortlessly by clawed hands that had lost all patience. “Your smell...Your taste...you are an Omega, begging to be filled.”

“W-wait...No thats too much! Stop Please! I-I dont...” Sonic pulled at the restraints begging as the material was ripped from his body, rough and sudden, leaving his skin exposed to the air.

A satisfied hum left the jackal as his eyes landed upon Sonic’s puffy, glistening pussy throbbing with want from the chemicals in the air. 

“It must be my lucky day, they should have charged me more, because I am going to ruin you” He laughed cruelly. “I should claim you as my own, since you didn't bother to wear a collar.” His claws teased through Sonic's velvety folds eliciting more whimpers from the blue hedgehog.

“Mhm No! Don't touch me” Sonic growled as he began pulling harder at the ropes. His chest tightened like a vice, his breaths coming in short, shallow gasps that didn’t seem to bring any air. “S-stop please I-ill don't know you...I-I don't want to be claimed... please. This is too much!” His begging fell on deaf ears. 

This was awful, he didn't want this. His scent spiked sharp, acidic, unmistakably distressed filling the air as his instincts screamed at him to run, to hide, to escape.

Infinite chuckled a soft, dark sound, as he slowly inserted a finger with a loud squelch. “Oh but you will. You are so wet, you probably don't need any prep. Somewhat disappointing because I want your blood to coat my cock.” Infinite licked his fangs fully on display for the omega. He hesitated for a moment, ears twitching as if waiting expectantly for something. When it didn't happen he continued with a smile. “I am going to knot you, over and over, until you are nice and round, filled with my cum, and soon my pups. Then I am going to claim you.” 

“NO! No no no no” Sonic screamed, now sobbing as he struggled against the rope causing them to bite into his flesh. Hedgehogs mate for life, he will be tethered to some jackal he didn't even know, forced to be bred, all of his freedom ripped away. 

“Terror looks good on you, makes me hungry." The jackal grinned, his eyes half-lidded with desire as he pressed close, grinding his cock slowly against Sonic’s dripping heat, the slick coating the jackal's pants. His hand traced deliberate circles over his stomach teasing, coaxing, claiming every inch he touched.

While Infinite was distracted, Sonic angled his arm, letting the sharp edge of his quills slice into the rope. Bit by bit, it frayed, until it snapped.

Without thinking, Sonic ripped his arm free and reared back. With all the strength his panic and adrenaline could give, he swung. His fist connected hard with the jackal’s jaw bone meeting bone with a satisfying crack.

Infinite reared back with a snarl, more surprised than hurt.

“I won't be claimed by you!” Sonic hissed.

A low growl and then silence.

“If that is how you want to play” Infinite said coldy.

Sonic’s ears pinned back as he heard the sharp scrape of a drawer being yanked open, followed by the chaotic rattle of items being tossed aside. Infinite was muttering under his breath, too quiet to hear, but his tone was venomous.

Sonic’s heart pounded. Now or never. He twisted, reaching over to untie his left hand 

Click.

A sharp, electric crack lit up the room, followed by a faint hum.

Sonic froze.

“W-what was that?” he started, voice shaky.

“Disobedient little omega,” the jackal hissed. “I guess you are right, its more fun when you fight”

There was a split-second of stillness, then the crack of electricity ripped through the air. The full jolt struck Sonic’s side like a lightning bolt, and every muscle in his body seized at once. Pain exploded through him, sharp and total, stealing his breath and turning his limbs to dead weight. His back arched off the mattress before collapsing hard against it, body convulsing in raw, helpless spasms. His vision went white behind the blindfold. He couldn’t scream, couldn't even breathe, just ride the current as it tore through his nerves and left him trembling in its wake.

When it finally stopped, he lay there gasping, every inch of him aching and drenched in sweat, his mind struggling to catch up with what his body had just endured.

“You can resist it all you want, but your suffering tastes delicious” Infinite licked his teeth as he retied the rope the omega had cut. “Shall we continue?” His ears twitching again expectantly, tail wagging behind him.

“P-please...No more” Sonic sobbed, the sound raw and helpless, as he heard the unmistakable click of the jackal’s belt being undone. Panic flared again hot, suffocating. Why wasn’t he stopping? Why didn’t his begging matter? His tears, his trembling voice, the sharp spike of distress in his scent none of it deterred the alpha pressing in on him. Weren’t they supposed to protect omegas, not break them? He was bleeding, confused and terrified. 

Maybe he was pleading to the wrong alpha. His mind grasped at Rouge’s words. He could not reach the panic button. What else? Something about the cameras, someone was watching, listening. Was he? Would he care? Would Shadow see this? And if he did… would he come?

Sonic’s lips parted in a broken, trembling whimper as his head tilted weakly toward the camera though he couldn’t see it, he knew it was there, and was hoping the ebony hedgehog was watching. Tears soaked his face, his voice cracking under the weight of fear and pain. “Sh-Shadow… p-please… make it stop…” 

The jackal froze mid-motion, Sonic’s broken whisper ringing louder than anything else in the room. “Shadow?”

As if summoned by name, the door burst open, the air cracked with sudden violence. Before the jackal could react, he was torn away from Sonic and slammed hard to the floor. The impact echoed, followed by the low, lethal snarl of the intruder.

“Don't touch him,” Shadow hissed, his voice like ice cracking beneath pressure, quiet, controlled, and terrifying. His eyes blazed, not with rage, but with something far colder. He heard and saw everything. The way Sonic had said his name, it had shaken him. It echoed in his head like a siren, sharp and desperate. 

The jackal scrambled backward, hands raised in surrender, trying to laugh it off. “Whoa, whoa, calm down, man. He didn’t say the safeword.”

Shadow stepped forward, shoulders rigid, every inch of him radiating fury. “Can you not smell his scent?,” he growled. 

The room pulsed with tension, Sonic still shaking where he lay, the air thick with distress and fear. And Shadow standing like a storm given shape, daring anyone to try him.

“I just thought he was really into Non-con, He said anything was on the table,” Infinite replied with a cold shrug, as if Sonic’s suffering were nothing more than a technicality.

Shadow’s eyes narrowed, his aura pulsing like a live wire. “Even the most skilled courtesans can’t mask the truth in their scent when it comes to fear,” he growled, voice low and dangerous. He turned his gaze to Sonic, gentler, but no less serious. “Hedgehog,” he said firmly, every word deliberate, “do you truly consent to continue?” The room held its breath, the weight of choice crashing down like thunder.

Sonic was trembling uncontrollably, his body wracked with sobs as he crumbled beneath the weight of fear and exhaustion. His voice cracked, high and raw, barely more than a gasp between broken cries. “No! No please, I don't want to be claimed or bear his pups!” he begged, the words spilling out like a prayer, desperate and unraveling. 

Shadow’s cold, unyielding gaze locked onto the jackal like a blade pressed to flesh. 

Shadow’s eyes locked onto the jackal with a gaze like a drawn blade cold, sharp, and dangerous enough to cut through air.

Infinite shifted uncomfortably under the weight of it, rubbing the back of his neck. “He looked so submissive and breedable,” he said defensively, his voice strained. “You heard the way he moaned your name, You are telling me you wouldn't loose control and claim him?”

“Get. Out,” Shadow said flatly, voice devoid of emotion but heavy with warning. He didn’t move until the jackal was gone, the silence stretching with suffocating weight.

Only then did Shadow turn, stepping forward and slicing through the ropes binding Sonic’s wrists with swift, precise movements.

The ropes fell away, stained with blood and matted fur. Shadow gently peeled them off, his gloved fingers brushing over torn skin as he sat on the edge of the bed. He took one look at the deep abrasions on Sonic’s wrists, the deep bites on his shoulder and chest, his jaw clenched. He reached up and tugged the blindfold free.

The second it slipped off, Sonic collapsed into him, no hesitation, no thought, just instinct and raw, panicked need. The blue hedgehog sobbed, clinging to Shadow like he was the last solid thing in a crumbling world. 

Shadow stiffened at first, caught off guard by the sudden contact. Comfort wasn’t something he was built for, especially not with him. But slowly, without a word, he let his arms wrap around Sonic, one hand coming to rest gently at the back of his head.

A quiet breath escaped him as he released a wave of calming alpha pheromones into the air. It wasn’t much, just enough to ground him. The smell of steel now replaced with the soothing scent of lavender.

It must have worked. Sonic’s body relaxed against him, and a soft, involuntary purr rumbled from his throat, his instincts answering without hesitation. This surprised the hell out of the ebony hedgehog. How could he be so relaxed and unguarded now? Clinging to a total stranger? We're alpha pheromones that powerful against omegas? He had never bothered to ask Rouge or his other omega employees.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured under his breath, voice low but steady. He felt compelled to comfort the blue hedgehog, a strange possessive need flaring and making itself apparent. “If you were so distressed, why didn't you use the safeword?”

Sonic nuzzled against him, burying his face into the crook of Shadow’s neck as if trying to disappear into his warmth, his safety. His ears were pinned flat, his whole body trembling uncontrollably. “I don't know what that is! That guy spouts some shit about...tables...and cinnamon ”

Shadow facepalmed, the sound of it sharp in the silence.

“I’m sorry,” Sonic sobbed, his voice splintering like glass. “I lied... I’m not a beta. I’ve never- I haven’t slept with anyone. I didn’t know what I was doing- I just...” His words tangled on a broken breath. “It hurt. And I wanted it to stop.” His chest hitched, panic and shame clashing behind every syllable.

“Please, Shadow... I’ll do anything else to work off my debt. Anything. Just- just don’t make me-” His voice cracked again, falling apart. “I swear I’ll never steal again. I dont want...my freedom taken away more than it is.” 

His words dropped one by one like shards of glass, fractured, pulled from some place so raw he’d spent his whole life hiding it.

And Shadow felt it all. The tremble in Sonic’s limbs, the warmth of blood soaking through the fabric of his own shirt. His eyes flicked to the crimson-stained sheets, then back to the blue hedgehog, who was shuddering against him, spent, breathless, and clinging to consciousness.

Maybe it was the way he’d whispered Shadow’s name like a lifeline. But something inside the alpha shifted, sharply, irrevocably. The urge to scold him, to demand answers, to hold him accountable, dissolved in an instant, drowned by something far stronger.

Shadow exhaled slowly, grounding himself in the moment, he needed to get a damn grip, his upcoming rut must be clouding his judgment. He should just shove the hedgehog away and remind him how he got into this in the first place.

He didn’t pull away.

Instead, one hand moved instinctively to Sonic’s quills, fingers threading through them in slow, methodical strokes offering comfort the only way he knew how. His other arm stayed wrapped around the smaller body, holding him steady. 

And for the first time in a long time, Shadow’s control faltered.

Not from anger. Not from pressure.

But from instinct.

Was this the power of an omega?

Rouge had tried before subtle games, heavy pheromones, whispers in his ear but she had never made him feel. Not like this. Not like now.

Sonic didn’t even have to try.

His scent, his voice, the raw honesty in his trembling body slipped through Shadow’s armor like a blade. Every wall he’d built, every line he’d drawn, this damn hedgehog seemed to take pleasure in destroying them.

He should have let go. Should have created space.

But he didn't.

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Sonic slowly blinked awake, his lashes fluttering as the world came back into view. He didn’t remember falling asleep. He must have. The warmth wrapped around him was too perfect to question; it felt like he was resting on a cloud. Soft sheets, heavier than he was used to, smelled faintly of lavender and something else more familiar… comforting.

He shifted slightly, and that’s when he saw it red and black in the dim light, a tall figure hunched at the edge of the bed.

Ah!” he hissed, jerking instinctively as a sharp burn flared across his raw wrist. The pain snapped him fully awake, nerves buzzing.

He looked down, startled and found gloved hands tending to his wounds with unexpected care.

“Shads?”

“Don’t move so much,” Shadow grumbled, his voice low and flat but there was a flicker of something sharp beneath it. Not just irritation. 

“Im not exactly known for my ability to sit still,” Sonic bit back. His voice was laced with defiance, but even he couldn’t ignore the shiver running down his spine. 

Shadow didn’t reply.

He dipped the cotton pad into the antiseptic again, slow and deliberate. His hands moved with maddening precision, brushing over raw, sensitive skin with a clinical ease that made Sonic’s breath hitch not from pain, but from something else entirely.

Those hands were too steady. Too practiced. 

Sonic’s gaze tracked the quiet tension in Shadow’s arms, watching the way his muscles flexed beneath dark fur. The sleeves of his button-down were rolled to the elbows, exposing those unmistakable red stripes sharp and clean like paint. It really was unfair how attractive he was.

Every movement was too smooth. Too composed.

Almost annoyingly graceful.

“You always this gentle with your shoplifters?” Sonic asked, voice low, almost teasing.

Shadow paused. Just a beat. Just enough for Sonic to notice.

“I’m not gentle,” he said, without looking up. “You’re just… fragile.”

Sonic’s brow twitched. “Excuse me?”

Shadow finally met his gaze, red eyes locking onto green and for a moment, the air shifted. Charged.

Neither of them looked away.

“Sit still,” Shadow said, softer this time. Almost like a command.

Sonic obeyed. Shadow didnt even have to use his Alpha commanda. He couldnt help it. Not with the way that single, low command had settled under his skin like a spark waiting to catch.

Once Shadow was satisfied with the now-quiet hedgehog, he reached for the bandages, unrolling them with ease. Without a word, he began wrapping Sonic’s wrist. His touch remained firm but careful, like he’d done this a hundred times before. 

Sonic’s eyes drifted down, watching the motion in silence before glancing over the rest of himself. His throat was wrapped. His chest too. The other wrist, neatly bound. Even his ankles had been tended to.

No one had ever done that before.

Not even when he was a kid. 

People let him patch himself up. Told him to walk it off. Told him omegas healed fast, or that pain built character, or that he probably asked for it.

But here was Shadow. The last person he expected anything from stoic, distant, notoriously cold and he’d done all this.

Without asking.

Without scolding.

Sonic swallowed hard, unsure of what to say. He looked up at the other, his voice quieter than before, but honest.

“You’re not as cold as you pretend to be,” Sonic let the words slip past his lips like a challenge.

Shadow’s eyes snapped up, smoldering, narrowed.He adjusted the bandage, smoothed it down once more, and finally spoke. “You talk too much.”

“Do you have it in you, to shut me up?,” Sonic murmured back, his smirk curling just at the edge.

That did it.

“You want to test me, is that it?” Shadow’s voice was rough, his words a growl that skimmed across Sonic’s fur..

Sonic’s smirk faltered for just a breath, overtaken by something hotter. Yes, yes he did want to. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Shadows hand slid from Sonic’s wrist up to his bare shoulder, firm and possessive like a claim. His claws didn’t scratch. They teased. 

And for a second, Sonic thought he might actually lean in. He wanted him to. Gaia, he hated how much he wanted him to.

But instead, Shadow pulled away fast. Too fast. As if the moment burned him.

He stood, back stiff, gathering the remnants of the first aid kit with a sharp exhale. His voice, when it came, was quieter. But still heavy.

“You’re bandaged,” he said. “Try not to rip them off by being reckless.”

Sonic watched him, heartbeat still pounding, heat curling in his gut like wildfire.

“…Thanks,” he said, eyes never leaving Shadow’s form. “For the first aid”

Shadow didn’t turn around.

“You’re welcome,” he muttered but there was a rasp to it now. Tension. Hunger. Restraint.

And Sonic couldn’t help the wicked grin that followed.

°. ⋆༺☾𖤓༻⋆. °

Chapter Text

°. ⋆༺☾𖤓༻⋆. °

Sonic sat awkwardly in one of the plush Victorian-style chairs, the deep blush velvet pressing against his back like it might swallow him whole. 

It felt less like an office and more like Dracula’s private study.

And sitting at the massive desk, framed by the gloom like a painting brought to life, was Shadow. The vampire-esque hedgehog himself. Arms folded. Face unreadable. Eyes locked on Sonic with a kind of intensity that made the air feel thinner. 

It suited him. Every inch of it.

Near the door stood Infinite, facing off with Rouge and Knuckles like a sulking schoolboy caught in detention.

“Listen, I’m not trying to be an asshole,” Infinite said, arms crossed defensively. “I’m just trying to get my money back. He chickened out.” He flicked his eyes over to Sonic. “I thought you were a sub and just into con-non-con. I might’ve gone a little too far for a beginner, but all employees sign waivers right? Besides, you are the one running around uncollared spreading your scent like crazy” 

Sonic’s jaw dropped. “I don’t even know what...con...whatever is! You tased me!” He glanced up at Rouge and Knuckles. “Is that normal?!”

“Estim is extremely popular, not my fault you can't handle it” Infinite puffed up his chest.

"Not when I was unprepared, blindfolded, with the damn thing cranked to the highest setting," Sonic snapped, pushing to his feet and stepping right into Infinite’s space, eyes locked on the jackal with heat.

"You could have said, ‘Hey man, chill out,’" Infinite replied, mocking Sonic’s voice with a smug grin.

I do not sound like that," Sonic shot back, quills bristling.

“Oh no?” Infinite smirked, tilting his head. “You sounded more like some desperate knot hungry omega ‘oh please, not there mhmm it's too much aghh,’” he said in a mockingly breathy tone, mimicking Sonic’s earlier helplessness with theatrical flair.

The tension was thick, but the bickering had started to veer into childish territory sharp edges dulled by sarcasm and frayed nerves.

Sonic’s face burned with a mix of fury and embarrassment. “You’re unbelievable.”

Without hesitation, he grabbed a fistful of Infinite’s shirt, yanking him down despite the jackal’s taller frame and imposing presence. Sonic didn’t flinch, didn’t back down. “How about we settle this, outside?”

That made Infinite pause. His grin faded slightly, curiosity flickering in his eyes. What kind of whiplash was this? One minute the hedgehog was crumbling, the next he was up in the face of an alpha challenging him like it was his given right. His tail began to wag at the thought of taming this brat.

“There will be no fighting between employees and clientele.” Shadow’s voice was cool, low, controlled, but lethal. “Regardless of the circumstances, you signed a waiver. It clearly states that claiming even threatening, against one’s will is a direct violation.” His crimson gaze snapped to Infinite freezing the jackal in place.

Sonic jerked away from the jackal, seething as Infinite slowly turned to face Shadow with a shrug.

“Tch. That’s what all omegas want,” Infinite muttered, tone dripping with mockery. “He was begging for it.”

“Like hell I was!” Sonic snapped, fists clenched, eyes blazing. “The last thing I want is to be bound to some glorified mutt with a god complex.”

Infinite snorted, not even trying to hide the insult. “Please. I would’ve broken the bond the second I was done with you.” Maybe after a litter or two he kept the idea in the back of his head.

“You couldn’t have,” Sonic hissed. “Hedgehogs mate for life, motherfucker.”

That landed. Hard.

Shadow’s ears flicked, his frown deepening as his eyes flicked to Sonic something unreadable behind the sharp edge of his expression. Surprise?

Infinite chuckled darkly, not sensing, or maybe ignoring the shift in atmosphere. “Heh. Lucky you then. You’d have been stuck with me.”

“Enough.”

Shadow’s voice was a growl now no longer contained.

It rumbled from deep in his chest, final and threatening. The room fell silent in an instant, the tension electric, every eye now on him.

Crimson eyes met gold and blue.

And Infinite, just for a second, looked like he remembered who he was speaking to as his tail wrapped around his leg.

The air in the room completely changed. Shadow had a business to run and he didn't have time for these little games.

Between Shadow and Knuckles, angry alpha pheromones saturated the space like a storm cloud closing in. Sonic winced as the tension hit him like a wave.

Rouge pressed a hand to her temple, visibly exhausted. “Ugh… can you two not?” she muttered, voice sharp with irritation.

Without missing a beat, she stepped between them, heels clicking sharply against the floor like a metronome counting down to restraint. Diffusing near-violence looked as effortless as touching up her lipstick.

One elegant arm reached behind to gently guide Sonic back, while the other hovered near Infinite’s chest poised, but warning.

“Let’s not turn this into something messier than it already is,” she said coolly, her eyes flicking between them with the ease of someone who'd seen far worse.

Then her tone shifted silken and smooth.

She slid her arm through Infinite’s, her gloved hand trailing lightly across his chest with just enough pressure to distract. “How about this,” she purred, head tilting with a saccharine smile. “We give you a lovely little gift certificate, you leave a generous 20% tip, and come back on a later date.”

A subtle wave of calming pheromones swept the air around them like perfume sweet, intoxicating, disarming.

And judging by the slight slack in Infinite’s jaw, it was already working.

Infinite blinked slowly, visibly disarmed. “Thats...fine., maybe i’ll come back and we can roughhouse in private ”

Sonic folded his arms once more, turning his nose up at Infinite. “As if.”

Rouge smirked. “Hmmm perhaps, now make like a good puppy and let's go get that certificate.” Her gaze dipped to his tail, which had started wagging once more.

Shadow groaned quietly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Thank you, Rouge,” he said, his voice tight with both gratitude and sheer exhaustion of the situation.

As she guided Infinite toward the door, the jackal smirked over his shoulder. “By the way, if you need someone to spend your heat with, call me.”

Rouge grabbed his shirt like a leash and practically dragged him out. Knuckles followed, visibly disappointed that it hadn’t turned into a proper brawl but, as always, Rouge had a talent for defusing disasters.

The office fell silent again.

Shadow turned slowly toward Sonic, crimson eyes narrowing. “Unmated. No collar. And an omega in pre-heat.” His voice was low and cutting. “How could you be so irresponsible? Do you want to end up claimed or pregnant?”

He leaned forward, elbows on the desk, fingers laced tightly together.

Sonic sank back into the velvet chair, shoulders slumped, a faint frown tugging at his lips. The fight he had previously simmered as his gaze was distant. He began fiddling with the gauze on his wrists once more, he seemed smaller somehow, curling inward as his ears drooped low.

“No,” he murmured, voice muffled behind his hands. “I… people look at you differently once they know. So I told everyone I was a beta.” He paused, exhaling shakily. “But I ran out of suppressants.”

Shadow’s tone sharpened. “So your first instinct is theft? Not a job? Not asking someone you trust for help?”

“I mean…” Sonic hesitated, eyes flicking away. “Stealing’s kinda… my job? There’s this guy I crash with sometimes. He lines up places for us to hit. We split the profit, tax free, under the table...” His voice trailed off, guilt creeping in at the look of disgust twisting Shadow’s face.

“You really are a petty thief,” Shadow said flatly. “Maybe I should let Infinite tie you up again.”

“No! That's not even funny” Sonic shot upright in the chair, eyes wide, breath catching. “It’s just… hard.” He exhaled, jaw tight. “Jobs don’t like hiring omegas. The ones that do? Barely pay, no benefits, and they treat you like trash.”

He rubbed his arm, eyes dimming as old memories surfaced. “You wouldn’t get it. You’re an alpha. High-paying job. Authority. People listen when you talk.”

Shadow’s gaze didn’t shift. “You assume too much of me.”

His voice was quiet but firm. “Earlier, I was a wannabe kingpin. Now I’m what, too privileged to understand anyone else’s suffering?”

Sonic glanced up sharply, locking eyes with him. “Do you even struggle with anything?”

The question hung in the air, heavier than it should have been.

Shadow didn’t answer at first.

His eyes flickered not with anger, but with something distant. Unspoken. Wounded. Then, he looked away.

“…Yes,” he said. Barely above a whisper.

Sonic blinked. His ears twitched, and for a moment, his instinct was to scoff. What problems could he possibly have? What pain could an alpha like him even know?

But that flicker in Shadow’s eyes the crack in the mask was too real. Too raw.

“…Oh,” Sonic muttered. He stood up, moving to stand in front of Shadow, fingers curled lightly against the desk. “I didn’t mean to-”

He stopped himself, then tried again, softer this time.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” He leaned in slightly, his voice unsure, but sincere. “I mean… you helped me.”

For once, there was no smirk. No sass.

Just genuine curiosity and a quiet hope to understand him better.

Shadow looked up sharply, brow furrowed. “You’re offering to help me? To use your own words, you don’t even know who I am.”

Sonic shrugged. “You have a pretty specific moral code against stealing. I know you’re strong. Fast. I’ve never met anyone who could keep up with me before. You can’t be all bad.”

Shadow’s expression darkened, and he stood slowly. “Oh, but I can be,” he said, voice low and dangerous.

He moved from behind the desk in a smooth, predatory motion, stepping into Sonic’s space. Before the omega could react, Shadow’s arms planted firmly on either side of him, caging him in against the desk. His breath ghosted over Sonic’s ear.

“I’m just as monstrous as the jackal,” he murmured, “Worse.” 

But Sonic didn’t flinch. Instead, a crooked smirk tugged at his lips. “Nah,” he said, voice steady. “You wouldn’t have busted in all heroic like that if you were heartless. You saved me and you don’t even like me. That says a lot.”

Shadow growled low in his throat, baring his fangs but Sonic didn’t back down.

The scent hit Sonic then heady, thick, and undeniable. Even upset, even bristling, Shadow’s alpha pheromones smelled so good it was overwhelming. Before he even noticed Sonic’s body reacted before his mind could catch up: his ears flattened, he squeezed his thighs together as they became damp with slick and his head tilted to the side, baring his throat without a second thought. 

Submit for Alpha. Be good for Alpha.

Shadow’s breath hitched as he leaned in, burying his nose in the crook of Sonic’s neck. The scent hit him hard, citrus and heat, sweet with undercurrents of desire. It burned in his chest, coiling low in his gut like a spark looking for flame.

For a brief, dangerous moment, the thought crept in of bending Sonic over the desk, of claiming what was freely offered. But then a soft whimper escaped the blue hedgehog, and it snapped through Shadow like a lightning bolt.

He pulled back at once, fists clenched at his sides. “You’re too trusting,” he said quietly, his voice tight with restraint.

Sonic met his eyes with a crooked smile, the warmth in his expression was something Shadow was not used to. “Nah, it's not that I am too trusting,” he said gently. “I just believe in second chances.”

Shadow didn’t respond right away. He just stared at Sonic and really looked at him. The bandages along his wrists. The bite marks littering his shoulder. The faint tremble in his fingers. The smile on his face didn’t match the story his body was telling.

Second chances.

Was he insane? Did Sonic even realize how much danger he’d just walked through and is currently in?

Shadow’s jaw tightened. His instincts wanted to claim but he couldn’t trust those right now. Not with Sonic standing there so open. Vulnerable, smelling so good. He could practically taste the scent of slick pooling between blue thighs.

He turned, moving to a small cabinet tucked in the corner of the office. After a moment of rummaging, he came back with a cold bottle of water and a small pill case.

“Here,” he said, setting them gently on the desk in front of Sonic. “You’re still running hot. You need to regulate, if its too late you will have your heat”

Sonic blinked, eyes flicking from the water to Shadow’s face. “You… keep heat suppressants in your office?”

Shadow didn’t meet his gaze. “I run a business. Not everyone who walks in comes prepared.” His voice dropped slightly. “You weren’t the first omega to come in here trying to hide it.”

He opened the top drawer of his desk and pulled out something carefully wrapped in cloth unveiling a sleek black velvet collar, its gold hardware gleaming under the low light.

“This,” he said, “is bite-proof. Cut-proof. You’ll wear it from now on, to protect you from being forcibly claimed.”

He stepped around the desk and stood before Sonic, his frame casting a long shadow. Tall. Silent. Waiting.

Sonic’s eyes flicked from the collar to Shadow’s face. Then, quietly, he shifted forward, brushing his quills aside to bare his neck.

The moment the scent from his exposed gland hit the air sharp, sweet, charged Shadow’s jaw clenched. His mouth watered. His teeth ached with instinct, primal and unwelcome.

Bite. Claim. Mate.

He forced a slow inhale, reigning it in.

Carefully, he clasped the collar around Sonic’s neck. The gold clicked softly into place.

Sonic’s fingers immediately lifted, brushing over the velvet and cool metal. “Guess I’m just another stray you’ve patched up.”

Shadow froze.

Then, sharply almost too fast “No.”

He hesitated, gaze flicking up to meet Sonic’s at last.

Softer now, like the word had been pulled from somewhere deeper:

“You’re not.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then Sonic tilted his head, studying him with quiet interest. “You ever gonna tell me what you struggle with?”

Shadow’s gaze lingered on him for a moment. Then, to Sonic’s surprise, leaned against the desk, beside him.

“Hopefully you will never have to find out,” Shadow murmured, voice low. 

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Sonic stood awkwardly in the center of the lounge, dressed in yet another barely-there outfit tight, sheer, and absolutely meant to be stared at. The outfit is a sleek, provocative ensemble designed to draw attention: a sheer black mesh top with gold chain accents, a deep V neckline, and tight navy leather shorts that sit low on his hips. His velvet choker fitted with a gold accessory ring hints at submission without committing. Knee-high black boots with subtle heels complete the look, giving him an unintentional sway. Rouge said it toes the line between alluring and untouchable perfect for teasing, not offering.

“You’ll be working as a lounge server,” Rouge said cheerfully, adjusting the angle of his quills so they framed his face just right. “Serving drinks, escorting patrons to private rooms, cleaning, running errands whatever’s needed. Basic training starts tonight.”

She leaned in with a smirk. “We take 50% of what you earn. Covers your food, room, and debt. However,” her grin turned sly, “if you go above and beyond to please our guests… let’s say, offer special favors we drop our cut to 25%.”

Sonic pressed his lips into a thin line. “So I’m basically still broke.”

Rouge didn’t answer. Instead, she scribbled a number on a pad, tore it off, and slid the slip across the table.

Sonic glanced down.

His eyes widened. “Holy shit. I make that just from serving drinks?”

Rouge chuckled, clearly pleased by the reaction. “Happy staff, happy customers. Simple math. And blue, if you ever decide to feature on our website or work privately with our guests, let’s just say your income could skyrocket.”

She lifted his chin gently with one finger, her gaze appraising. “With a face like that? You’d rake it in.”

Sonic rubbed his arm, flustered but trying to play it cool. “Heh… yeah, I dunno about that.”

Rouge’s smile only widened. “That’s alright. You’ll change your mind once the tips start rolling in.”

Sonic’s ears were pinned back from the second he stepped onto the lounge floor. The lighting was dim and warm, casting everything in a soft amber glow. Velvet seating, low music, and the scent of expensive perfume and pheromones filled the space. His outfit clung in all the places he was still trying not to think about, and his tail wouldn’t stop twitching.

A tray of drinks balanced in his hand, he moved toward his first table, two betas and an alpha, all laughing over something one of them had said. The moment they spotted him, the laughter quieted, replaced with wide, eager grins.

“New face,” one purred, eyes raking over him. “You on the menu, sugar?”

Sonic’s face went red. “Uh..n-no! I mean just drinks. Serving. That’s all I’m doing. No menus. Not food. I'm not food.” He placed the tray down with a clatter.

The table burst into amused laughter, and one of them leaned forward with a wink. “You’re adorable. Keep the drinks coming honey.” The alpha slipped a tip into the deep cut of Sonic’s shirt.

Sonic blinked down at the tip. It was way more than the drink cost.

The next few tables were the same flirting, teasing, wandering hands he awkwardly dodged with a polite laugh and a blush that refused to fade. But every compliment, every too-generous tip, chipped away at his nerves.

By the end of the first hour, he found himself smirking.

“Careful,” he said to a patron who offered to ‘buy his company’ for the evening. “You couldn’t afford me.”

The table howled with laughter. Another heavy tip landed on his tray.

By the time he passed Rouge near the bar, she raised a brow, watching him banter effortlessly with a table of wealthy-looking guests.

“You’re a natural,” she said in passing.

Sonic grinned, flipping a beer bottle off his tray and catching it mid-air with a spin before opening, sliding it smoothly onto a nearby table. “Told you,” he said with a wink. “I’m a fast learner.”

And now… he was making it look easy.

From the bar, Shadow walked in to stand beside Rouge, arms crossed, watching him work. “How’s he doing?”

“Fantastic,” Rouge said, handing off a tray to another server. “Clients love him especially now that he’s not tripping over his own words. The kid’s a natural flirt.”

Sonic strolled over just in time to hear the praise, leaning his elbow on the counter like he owned the place. “I need two scotch on the rocks, a Crown shot, and a whiskey sour,” he rattled off, eyes flicking over to Shadow. “How’s it going, Shads?”

Shadow’s eye twitched. “Don’t call me that.”

“Hey, lighten up, buddy.” Sonic smirked, clearly enjoying himself.

Shadow shot him a look, but the fire behind it was already duller than usual, less a threat, more an automatic response. Sonic caught it. His grin softened at the edges.

He let the silence sit a moment before sliding one of the ordered drinks down the bar toward Shadow. “Here,” he said, quieter now. “Figured you could use one too.” He slid over some of the cash he earned to Rouge to pay for the drink. 

Shadow hesitated but took it, their fingers brushing briefly as he did. Neither pulled away.

“Thanks,” Shadow muttered, eyes flicking to the side. “Rouge tells me you’re doing well. I see she isn’t wrong.”

Sonic blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the praise. Then a slow, sheepish smile spread across his face. “Coming from you, that almost sounds like a compliment.”

Shadow hummed, noncommittal as ever, but the faintest smile gracing his face as he tried to hide it looking at the drink. “Think of it what you will.”

Sonic grabbed a drink of his own, raising it with a small tilt. “Well then, cheers. To doing well.” He beamed, clinking his glass gently to Shadow’s. His smile curled into something a little more mischievous.

“Y’know,” Sonic added, voice dipping into something a little smoother, “If I knew you looked this good with a smile, I wouldn’t have spent so much time trying to make you frown.”

Shadow stiffened, his expression faltering for just a moment. Not with irritation no, it was something else. Wary, almost. Like he was trying not to let on that he was amused. Maybe even… intrigued.

Before either of them could speak, Rouge’s voice cut through the tension.

“Sonic, drinks for table two,” she called, placing a tray loaded with cocktails on the counter.

Sonic gave Shadow one last grin, his fingers lifting in a casual salute. “Duty calls.”

He grabbed the tray and leaned in just slightly with a wink. “Catch ya later, Shads.”

Shadow’s eye twitched.

As Sonic walked off, tail swishing a little too confidently, Rouge leaned against the counter with a knowing smirk.

“Shads, huh?”

Shadow’s expression darkened into a glare. “I’m going to strangle him.”

Rouge chuckled, utterly unbothered. “Sure you will, darling. Right after you finish mentally undressing him, I’m sure.”

Shadow growled.

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“Hey baby, can we get some fucking drinks over here?!”

Sonic was mid-delivery, placing a round of cocktails and an appetizer down with his usual flair, when the shout cracked across the lounge from the newest table. They had just sat down, already rowdy. He straightened, quickly collected the used glasses, spun on his heel, and sauntered over with a practiced smirk.

“Now now, no need to be so desperate,” he quipped, flicking his quills back with flair. “You’ll all get my attention one at a time, if you're lucky.”

His confidence flickered the second his eyes landed on a particular green hedgehog.

Oh no. Oh no no no.

“...Sonic.”

Shit.

“S-Scourge,” he said, the name tumbling out with a brittle laugh and an all-too-wide grin. “Wow. Small world, huh?”

“It is, isn’t it?” Scourge leaned back, arms stretched along the booth like he owned it and the room. “Didn’t expect to find you here of all places.”

Sonic’s heart stuttered, but he clung to the smile like it was armor. Maybe, just maybe Scourge wasn’t pissed.

Then Scourge’s grin sharpened into something wolfish.

“Especially not after you botched our last job. You remember that, mother fucker? The one that cost me thousands?”

So much for hope.

“Look, I was gonna-” Sonic began, glancing toward the bar where Rouge and Shadow stood, just far enough not to hear, just close enough to notice tension.

“You were gonna what, babe?” Scourge cut him off, his voice low but biting. “If you'd told me you’d rather shake your ass for cash than crack a safe, I could’ve kept you on the payroll. Personal lap warmer has a better ring than traitor.”

“I don’t do that,” Sonic said, straightening with forced calm. “I’m just a waiter.”

“Sure you are.” Scourge’s hand snapped out, fingers closing tight around Sonic’s wrist. “Tell me, blue, how much are you making here? Enough to pay me back? Or should I make a scene? Get the nice officers to drag your pretty little ass out in cuffs?”

His voice was a quiet threat, but his eyes… they were hungrily raking over Sonic. Like he was still weighing whether revenge or desire would win out.

Sonic yanked his arm back, jaw tight, keeping the tray balanced in the other. “I am just working off a debt, don't be so damn dramatic.”

“Shit, you should be giving me a cut for putting up with your ass,” Scourge sneered, leaning in. “You ain’t nothing but a-”

He stopped short, eyes locking on the glint of metal at Sonic’s throat.

“…No fucking way.”

His hand shot out, a finger hooking around the ring of Sonic’s collar. With an aggressive tug, he yanked Sonic forward, forcing him to lean awkwardly, braced between Scourge’s legs and desperate to keep the tray from tipping. The tension was thick as his gaze raked over Sonic in stunned disbelief, then amusement.

“Are you a fucking omega?” His laugh cut through the hum of the lounge, sharp and cruel. “Unbelievable. You are a traitor and a liar”

The table joined in, Fiona smirking behind her glass, the blue hawk chuckling like this was prime entertainment. Sonic didn’t recognize him, but he remembered Fiona all too well.

“How pathetic, no wonder he ended up here” Fiona chuckled 

Sonic’s eye twitched, but he didn’t flinch. He straightened up, brushing Scourge’s hand off his collar with a look of pure disdain.

“Yes, I am. What’s it to you?” he snapped, rolling his eyes so hard they could’ve launched him into orbit. “Wanna put it on a T-shirt for you?”

Scourge leaned back in his seat, legs spread like he owned the whole damn lounge. His grin was all teeth, but his eyes were sharp, predatory. 

“What’s it to me?” he echoed, his voice low and rich, almost a purr. “You really think I wouldn’t want a taste of what you’ve been hiding? Every sway of those hips, every little smirk, you’ve been asking for it.”

Sonic adjusted the tray in his grasp, his stance loose but ready. “If that’s you asking, then no wonder you’re single,” he shot back. “You had your chance, Scourge. But you were too busy barking orders to notice.”

Scourge stepped closer, his grin sharpening. “Maybe I just like the chase. Maybe I like knowing you’ll fight me every inch of the way before I finally get my hands on you.”

Sonic raised a brow, his voice dripping with mockery. “Cute. But the only way you’re getting your hands on me is if I’m throwing you out the door with ‘em.”

Scourge laughed low, humorless, a sound that made the fur at the back of Sonic’s neck prickle. “You're mouthy for someone in a collar,” Scourge sneered, his eyes darkening with amusement and something less pleasant. “You must be tired. Come take a seat.” He patted his thigh with an exaggerated smirk.

His hand reached for Sonic again.

But this time, Sonic stepped back just out of reach, gripping his tray like a weapon. His voice dropped, sharp and cold.

“Try it again and I'll hit you with this tray.”

“Nah you fuckin won't …” Scourge waggled a finger. “You will get in trouble for that. House rules say you can’t fight with a client.” He grinned, sharp and smug.

“How the hell do you know the house rules and I don’t?! Are they posted somewhere? Am I missing a damn bulletin board?” Sonic turned his head, visibly annoyed, eyes scanning the lounge walls.

It was a split-second lapse in attention.

Scourge lunged.

A hand like a vice clamped around Sonic’s waist, yanking him forward. The tray clattered to the floor with a crash, the drinks exploding into glass and liquor across the polished tile. Sonic let out a sharp gasp, twisting in place as Scourge dragged him down, trying to force him into his lap.

“You always squirm the best when you're cornered,” Scourge murmured, his lips brushing Sonic’s ear. 

One hand gripped Sonic’s hip too tightly, fingers digging possessively, while the other slid brazenly toward the seam of his pants. His voice was rough with hunger. “Let’s not pretend you didn’t love the idea of being mine. Its every omega's dream, I bet you are dripping with excitement”

Sonic snarled, elbowing him in the ribs but Scourge only laughed, low and lewd. “You think this joint’ll throw me out? I’m a client. You? Just a cute little thing they dress up and toss to the wolves.”

Sonic's ears flattened. He wasn't wrong, and he was literally thrown to the wolves before, well he was a jackal.

“Remove your hands.”

The voice cut clean through the air like the edge of a blade.

Scourge turned just as a tall, dark shape approached cool, composed, lethal. Shadow stood a few feet away, his arms folded, crimson eyes simmering under the soft glow of the lounge’s lighting.

“What’s this?” Scourge smirked lazily, not loosening his grip. “You his new sugar daddy or somethin’ babe?”

Shadow’s gaze didn’t waver. “You have exactly three seconds.”

“Oh, I’m shaking” Scourge rolled his eyes then laughed. “What if I don’t, huh? What are you going to do about it sweetheart? Or did you want to join?”

That’s when Shadow moved.

Faster than anyone had time to process, he stepped in and ripped Sonic from Scourge’s grip. Sonic was yanked cleanly behind him, shoved out of harm’s way just as Scourge’s hand lashed out again.

And glass shattered.

Scourge had grabbed a bottle from another table and slammed it against the edge, jagged shards clinging to the neck as he slashed it upward.

Shadow didn’t flinch. He caught the attack, the broken glass tearing into his palm, shredding his silk glove.

Sonic shouted, but it was too fast.

Blood splattered across the floor.

Shadow grunted but didn’t let go his grip crushed Scourge’s wrist, unrelenting, even as deep green ran in rivulets down his arm. His eyes, no longer calm, burned with a furious glow.

“You made a mistake.”

Scourge paled slightly as Shadow twisted his arm hard.

The bottle fell, clattering to the floor beside the broken tray, soaked in both drink and blood.

Shadow didn’t say another word. He pushed Scourge back with one arm and stepped protectively in front of Sonic, his injured hand still clenched and bleeding.

Shadow slowly looked down at his hand, his expression unreadable. The fabric of his glove hung in tatters, soaked through with what must be blood despite it not being red. With a quiet exhale of irritation, he peeled the ruined glove off revealing a deep, glistening cut across his palm, blood seeping out thick drops.

The room froze.

Sonic’s breath hitched.

Scourge, Fiona, and the hawk fell dead silent.

“You can leave now,” Shadow said coolly, his tone sharp as broken glass that graced the floor, “or I’ll be happy to escort you myself.”

Then, with calm precision, Shadow reached up and yanked the shard of glass from his palm. It slid out with a sickening sound, blood oozing and painting the glass.

“Shadow?! your hand?!” Sonic’s voice cracked as he surged forward, instinct overriding everything. He caught Shadow’s wrist, trying to stem the bleeding with trembling fingers. “Why would you...what about your-?”

Shadow didn’t flinch. If anything, he looked more annoyed about the glove than the wound.

Knuckles stepped up beside them, glaring at the stunned party. “You heard him. Show’s over.”

Scourge stared at Shadow’s injured hand, lips slightly parted. “Holy shit,” he muttered under his breath, a mix of fascination and concern in his voice, almost as if he saw the ebony hedgehog in a new light. “What are you?” 

Fiona and the hawk murmured behind him, suddenly unsure of themselves.

Knuckles didn’t wait for them to move. “Let’s go,” he snapped, corralling the group toward the exit with a hand on Scourge’s shoulder, who wisely didn’t fight back.

Meanwhile, Sonic tugged Shadow into the staff bathroom, his voice low and rushed. “We need to clean that up and get you a new glove or something to cover it.”

He turned to the sink, dampening some paper towels with shaking hands, then grabbing dry ones to wrap around the bleeding palm. The green blood soaked through almost instantly.

But Shadow didn’t flinch. He just stared at him those deep, unreadable crimson eyes fixed calmly on Sonic’s worried face.

“I’m fine,” he said simply.

“No, you're bleeding,” Sonic shot back, exasperated. “And you just showed your hand to the entire lounge?! Aren't you a little embarrassed?”

Shadow raised an eyebrow. “I do not subscribe to that Mobian tradition. Glove modesty is irrelevant to me.”

Sonic blinked. “You-....what? You don’t participate?”

“I wear gloves to avoid drawing attention,” Shadow said flatly, pulling his hand away from Sonic’s grasp. “That is all, I am not like you .”

Sonic stared at him for a beat, the words catching up to him.

“What does that even mean?” he asked, voice softer now.

Shadow’s gaze didn’t waver. “I wasn’t raised with your customs. I don’t follow your rules. So no, Hedgehog, I don’t care who saw my hand.”

Sonic frowned, still holding the now-bloody towels. “Yeah, well... I care.” 

Shadow’s eyes flickered, just for a second. A quiet shift. He looked away.

“…you are shaking”

Sonic startled, looking down at his hands. He hadn’t even realized they were trembling. “Yeah, well… you scared the hell out of me.” he muttered.

There was a heavy and strange silence. Not awkward, but charged. Like static in the air before a storm.

“You didn’t have to get hurt,” Sonic said, voice quieter now. “You could’ve just let me go.”

Shadow turned to the sink, rinsing the blood from his palm. The water swirled with green until it started running clearer. He didn’t look at Sonic at first.

“I didn’t want to.”

A pause. Then, sharper:

“I’d be a piece of shit if I let my...employee get manhandled like that.”

Sonic’s brows lifted, but only for a second. He stared at the back of Shadow’s head, like he was trying to read the lines of tension in his shoulders.

“You mean just because I work for you?”

Shadow dried his hand with clinical precision, not facing him.

“You’re under my protection. That’s all that matters.”

But the way his voice dipped quiet, rough, like he was holding something back made it clear that wasn’t all that mattered.

Sonic stepped closer. “Well, thanks for the save, boss.”

His tone was light, but his eyes searched Shadow’s face. Looking for a crack. A tell.

Shadow finally turned to meet his gaze. And for a brief second, the mask slipped just enough for Sonic to see the flash of something deeper.

Possessiveness. Guilt. Want.

Then it was gone.

“You’re welcome,” Shadow grumbled.

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Sonic was really getting the hang of this lounge waiter gig. He had a rhythm now float between tables with a grin, a wink, and just enough sway in his step to make the high rollers tip extra. Patrons flirted, he flirted back. Some tried to cop a feel, but he always had a clever line ready, something sharp and funny that made them laugh and more importantly, let him slip away untouched.

And yeah, it didn’t bother him too much. Not really. He could handle the grabby types. The drunks. The whispers. He’d dealt with worse on the streets. At least here, they gave him cash afterward.

But what did bother him, what was starting to really wear him down was the cramping.

At first, it was subtle. A dull ache in his lower back. A little heat behind the eyes. Today, it came in sharp bursts, stealing the breath from his lungs mid-shift. He was popping heat suppressants like candy, but even they weren’t cutting it anymore. His body was protesting, his glands working overtime trying to break through the chemical haze. 

He’d duck behind the bar or into the bathroom when it got too bad, leaning over the sink, gripping the counter until the wave passed. It always did eventually but it left him drained. 

His scent was getting harder to suppress.

At first, it was just a faint undertone. A subtle sweetness in the air that could be passed off as perfume, but then it thickened slowly, insidiously until even he could smell fresh honeyed citrus. His scent.

And the alphas noticed.

They always noticed.

At first it was just longer looks. Hungry glances that lingered a little too long, mouths parted slightly like they were tasting the air. But then they got bolder. Hungrier. Touches came more frequently now, hands on his lower back as he passed, fingers grazing his wrist when he handed over a drink, one particularly entitled bastard gripping his ass like he owned it.

Sonic shrugged it all off with his usual charm, snarky remarks tumbling from his lips as easily as ever. But behind the smirks, his body was getting hotter. Tighter. Coiled like a wire about to snap. His glands were overworked, and the suppressants were losing their edge. He was dancing on the edge of something dangerous, and he knew it.

Worse, so did Shadow.

He felt the weight of the alpha's gaze from across the room like a brand. Sharp. Constant. Not lustful, watchful. Every time an alpha got too close, Shadow’s eyes followed. Every time Sonic stumbled, Shadow noticed. He didn’t say anything… not yet. But his body was tense with a deep disapproving frown. 

Sonic ducked into the back room between tables, gripping the edge of the sink with trembling hands. His breathing was shallow, erratic. He could smell himself now sweet, heady, and wrong. His body was betraying him, dragging him toward a heat he couldn’t afford. Not here. Not now.

He splashed cold water on his face, tried to ground himself, tried to pretend he still had control. But the ache was deepening. And the suppressants? They were barely holding.

By the time he emerged, his swagger was forced.

He made his way up to the bar where Rouge and Shadow were stationed. The moment he approached, Rouge tilted her head, eyeing him with concern.

“You’re not looking so hot, Blue. Everything alright?” she asked.

Sonic grinned, too wide. “Gasp, you wound me, Rouge,” he said dramatically. “I’m fine. Just a little warm.”

Shadow folded his arms, posture rigid, crimson eyes narrowing. “Perhaps you should retire to your room for the night.”

After discovering Sonic had nowhere to go, they’d converted one of the private rooms into a temporary space for him. It also made it easier to keep an eye on him and ensure he didn’t skip out on what he owed. 

Shadow’s nose twitched. That citrus-sweet scent spiking and unfiltered was thick in the air.

“Only if you come visit me, Shads,” Sonic shot back with a lazy smirk, leaning on the bar just to keep from shaking.

Before Shadow could reply, the atmosphere in the lounge shifted.

Subtle, at first. Then unmistakable.

The air thickened like the moments before a storm, electric and sharp, pressing against the skin.

The man who entered didn’t announce himself. He didn’t need to. He moved like a shadow given purpose: silent, calculated, and unnervingly calm. His suit was tailored in pitch-black with veins of crimson that shimmered like molten glass when he passed beneath the lights. Every step was smooth, every motion practiced. When he sat, it wasn’t just at a table it was as if the room adjusted around him.

One leg crossed over the other. Fingers steepled. Not a word spoken.

But the effect was immediate. Conversations dimmed. Guests watched from the corners of their eyes.

He hadn’t even looked around, yet everyone felt seen.

Sonic blinked as the man sat in his section. He adjusted his tray and took a step forward but before he could take another, a firm hand grabbed his arm.

“No,” Shadow said, voice low and unyielding. “Not you. Stay away from him. Stay with Rouge.”

Sonic froze.

Shadow let go, and without another word, crossed the floor toward the table like a soldier heading to war.

Sonic stared after Shadow, brow furrowed. “Okay, what was that?”

Rouge didn’t answer right away. She was watching too, lips pursed, eyes sharp with something between concern and calculation.

“Rouge?” Sonic pressed, voice quieter now. “Who is that guy?”

Rouge finally turned to him, leaning her elbows on the bar and lowering her voice. “That,” she said, “is Black Doom.”

Sonic blinked. “...You’re messing with me. That’s a villain's name.”

“No, that’s a mafia boss name,” she corrected. “And in his case, it’s both.”

He felt a cold prickle crawl up his spine. “Wait like, real mafia? The scary kind? Guns, suits, bodies-in-the-river mafia?”

Rouge gave him a knowing look. “That’s the one. DoomTech. Black Comet. The Clean Hand. The Crimson Court. Whatever name it goes by in public, he runs it all. Quietly, of course. Elegantly. But trust me there’s blood under every deal he signs.”

Sonic’s mouth opened, then shut. Then it opened again. “Why the hell is he here?” He tipped his head glancing between Black Doom and Shadow. “What is a guy like that doing with Mr.Moral compass?”

Rouge smirked, stirring a cherry into her drink. “Why do you think he’s here? He’s our top investor. I think ‘Daddy Doom’ is still trying to drag him back into the business though Shadow clearly can’t stand these little… visits.”

Sonic blinked. “Daddy? Like… with sugar? Or DNA?” His voice wavered, the joke half-formed on his tongue, but the idea of the latter sent a nervous chill down his spine.

“They're not exactly exchanging Father’s Day cards, but yes, they share DNA” Rouge said dryly as she poured two glasses of top-shelf bourbon, the rich amber liquid catching the light. “They haven’t been on good terms in years. But Daddy has an obsession with bloodlines, I suppose.”

“They look nothing alike?” Sonic’s ears twitched as he glanced back across the lounge. Shadow was seated stiffly across from the obsidian-suited figure, his jaw tight, his arms folded like restraint alone was holding him together. Across the table, the man Black Doom, sat utterly composed, as though the tension were a game he’d already won.

“Things look tense over there,” Sonic muttered.

“Precisely why you should bring them these,” Rouge said sweetly, sliding the tray of drinks toward him. 

Sonic stared at it like it was a bomb. “But… he told me not to go over there.”

“It will be fine, darling.” Rouge raised a brow. “ And besides, you’re just the waiter, he won't even notice you”

Before Sonic could argue, Rouge placed the tray firmly in his hands and gave him a playful swat on the rear. “Go on. Smile pretty.”

Reluctantly, Sonic started toward the table, trying to steady the drinks and his nerves at the same time. Every step closer, the room felt quieter, like gravity was getting heavier. Shadow didn’t look up. Black Doom, however, did.

His eyes deep red and unnervingly still tracked Sonic’s approach like a hawk watching prey. There was no expression on his face, but his gaze devoured every inch of Sonic’s form with unsettling precision. Not with lust, but with something colder. Measured. Appraising.

It made Sonic’s fur bristle beneath his clothes, he had to be sure his quills stayed lax not to give away his nerves.

He reached the table and gently set the glasses down. “Two bourbons, compliments of the bar,” he said, keeping his voice even.

Black Doom didn’t move at first. Then, slowly deliberately he lifted the bourbon with a graceful flick of his fingers. “How...delightful ” he said, voice smooth as silk and twice as sharp. His eyes never left Sonic. “Smells like your heat is coming soon, are you mated, omega?”

Sonic froze, ears twitching. “Uh… depends on who’s asking.”

The man chuckled low and quiet, like thunder in the distance. “Oh, I think you know.”

Shadow’s voice sliced through the tension like a blade. “He’s just doing his job. Don’t start.”

Black Doom sipped from the glass, watching Sonic over the rim. “Mmm. Omega hedgehogs are quite rare are they not?”

“Enough.” Shadow’s voice dropped, deadly calm.

Sonic’s tail twitched. He glanced between them, trying to read whether this was some kind of mind game, a test… or something worse.

“Thank you,” Shadow said tightly, his red eyes flicking to Sonic. “You can go.”

Sonic didn’t argue. He nodded and backed away, heart pounding against his ribs. He could feel Black Doom’s stare burning between his shoulder blades with every step.

He didn’t breathe until he was nearly back at the bar and then, bam, he ran full-force into someone.

A drink splashed across soft pink fur, the glass falling and shattering at their feet.

“Oh man- I’m so sorry!” Sonic blurted, already grabbing a clean cloth napkin. “I wasn’t looking...here, hold still- ”

He gently tipped the stranger’s chin, dabbing her chin and fur where the drink had hit. The contact was brief but careful, his hands warm and steady.

The pink hedgehog looked up at him with wide, emerald green eyes, shimmering beneath long lashes. A warm blush bloomed across her cheeks, coloring the tips of her ears. “Oh no, it’s quite alright…” she said, voice soft with surprise, almost breathless.

“I’ll get you a new drink and clean up the mess,” Sonic said quickly, his movements already a blur. Within minutes, the broken glass vanished, safely swept up and disposed of, and a fresh cocktail was placed perfectly into her hand with practiced finesse. 

Amy blinked down at it, clearly stunned. “That was…fast” Her eyes flicked from the drink back up to him, lingering a little longer this time. “I’m Amy. And you are?”

“Sonic,” he replied with a lopsided grin, the kind that sparkled with charm even as it tried to mask relief. “Nice to meet ya, Amy. Can I get you anything else? Maybe escort you back to your table?”

Amy gave a small, disbelieving laugh, biting her lower lip. “I don't think I have seen you here before.”

Sonic shrugged playfully, offering her his arm. “Oh so you are a regular, I must be on my best behavior”

She hesitated for just a heartbeat before slipping her arm into his, her blush deepening. “Well, lead the way, Sonic.”

Amy’s fingers curled around Sonic’s arm as he led her through the lounge, her touch light but lingering. “So, Sonic,” she purred, glancing up at him through thick lashes, “are all the servers here this charming, or are you just the special edition?”

Sonic chuckled, tilting his head toward her. “Charming? Nah, I'm just a regular hedgehog.”

“I see.” she said, eyes trailing down the line of his jaw before flicking back up. “Humble, fast and handsome, How do you do it?”

“Aw, now you’re just trying to butter me up.”

“Is it working?”

“...Maybe a little,” he teased. He was thrilled she wasn't upset about the drink spilling on her, just like with the other customers he slipped back into his bravado.

As they passed a low-lit corner of the lounge, Amy leaned in closer, her perfume light and floral, with no pheromones. She must be a beta. “So what’s your story? You don’t seem like the usual staff here. Did you grow up around here?”

Sonic hesitated for a moment before answering, his smile faltering just slightly. “Nah… Let’s just say I kinda fell into this gig. One wrong turn, now I’m working off a tab.”

Amy raised a brow, intrigued. “Dangerous boy, huh?”

He shrugged, trying to keep it casual. “Something like that.”

Across the room, crimson eyes tracked their every step.

Shadow leaned back in his chair, jaw tight, arms folded. At first glance, his expression was unreadable, cool, and composed. But beneath that still surface, something flickered. Not rage. Not fear. Something darker. Possessive. Watchful. Ready to strike.

Black Doom’s voice slid in like a knife dressed in velvet. "You're distracted...The omega hedgehog?... Can you smell how fertile he is?" His lips curled around the word like it tasted sweet. "You know I'm always looking to expand the family." He released his own pheromones, the scent of cinder and soot forced its way to burn in Shadow's lungs.

Shadow’s head snapped toward him, red eyes flaring. “If you came here to harass my staff, you can turn around and leave.”

Doom tapped a claw slowly against the side of his bourbon glass. A steady, ticking sound like a countdown. “I’ve tolerated your... indulgences. But don’t mistake patience for weakness. You are wallowing in filth while your legacy rots.”

Shadow scoffed, venom sharp in his voice. “By all means, hand it over to my brother. He’s more than willing to whimper at your feet.”

Doom’s claws clenched around the glass, the brittle surface cracking beneath the pressure, spiderweb fissures racing across it. As the tension in the room thickened, his alpha pheromones surged, rippling outward like a dark tide. The air grew heavy and electric patrons in the lounge shifted uneasily, some unable to resist the primal pull, their eyes glazing over as submission flickered in their gazes.

“I will have an Alpha heir,” Doom declared, voice low and commanding, every word laced with dominance. “A true one. Not some stray, mangy beta, pretending to be worth more than his blood.”

Then, like the eye of a storm, his tone softened almost tender, but with an undercurrent of menace that sent chills through the room.

“Bow to me just once,” Doom whispered, “and I’ll make the world kneel for you, my son.”

Shadow’s eyes flared like burning coals, his glare slicing through the room like a blade. In a sudden, explosive motion, he slammed his fist onto the table, the chair screeching loudly as he pushed himself to his feet. The air seemed to shudder with the force of his fury.

“I don’t bow,” he spat, voice low and cutting. “Not to kings. Not to gods. And certainly not to you.”

The atmosphere rippled, thickening with raw power.

Shadow hadn’t realized how much his own pheromones had surged a silent, blazing storm unleashed. The lounge grew heavy with tension, sharp and suffocating, as if the very air was being crushed under the weight of his dominance.

His father’s words struck a raw nerve, igniting a fire within him a mix of hatred and fierce resolve. Shadow clenched his jaw, swallowing his disgust at his own faltering control. This was far from over.

Rouge swayed on her heels. Knuckles caught her before she stumbled.

"Handsome, do something. They’re ruining the atmosphere." Her voice was strained as she covered her nose. Even her seasoned tolerance was struggling.

Amy was still beside Sonic when it hit. She stiffened, glancing toward the confrontation. Then Sonic let out a soft sound half whimper, half breath and stumbled forward, knees buckling.

"Sonic?!" Amy knelt beside him, gripping his arm. Even as a beta, she could feel the scent, the sharp sting in the air. “Hey hey, breathe.”

Knuckles crossed the room quickly, his arms folding across his chest as he stepped between father and son like a wall.

"Perhaps this... pissing contest is better continued somewhere private."

There was a long pause. A heartbeat.

Then Shadow exhaled slowly. He unbuttoned the top of his shirt, collar tugged open as he forced himself to recenter. When he spoke, his voice was flat, clipped.

"There’s nothing more to discuss." He stepped past Black Doom without a backward glance. "Unlike you, I have real business to attend to." 

Doom looked pleased with the chaos he had managed to incite, a faint curl of amusement touching his lips as he watched Shadow storm off. He wouldn’t be able to hide forever, not from him. But it was the unexpected element that truly piqued his interest. His gaze slid toward the corner of the lounge, settling on the blue and pink hedgehogs.

Today had turned out to be far more intriguing than he originally planned.

Without a word, Doom rose from his seat and left, slipping into the shadows without fuss, but not without leaving a chill in his wake.

Sonic doubled over, clutching his stomach as a wave of heat and pain surged through him. His legs gave out and he collapsed to the ground with a breathless whimper. “I-It hurts…” 

Amy was beside him in an instant, slipping an arm around his waist and pulling him flush against her. “Sonic, are you okay?… wait...are you an omega?” Her voice was steady, but her expression flickered with brief disappointment, quickly buried under concern. “You must be going into heat. We need to get you out of here. Now.” She glanced around briefly before deciding moving him was the best option.

Without waiting for a response, she scooped him up in a bridal carry like he weighed nothing. Sonic whimpered against her shoulder, his scent thick in the air sweet, dizzying, impossible to ignore.

“Wow, Amy… you’re so strong…” he murmured weakly, his head lolling against her.

She didn’t slow down. Already, she could feel the shift in the air, pairs of eyes turning, nostrils flaring. The lounge’s atmosphere shifted like a current, from the overwhelming scent of alpha to the delectable taste of an omega in heat.

Amy moved fast, slipping through the hallway marked EMPLOYEES ONLY. Her heels echoed sharply as she rushed toward the back wing, clutching the trembling hedgehog to her chest. Footsteps shuffled behind her, curious, maybe hungry.

Not happening.

She rounded a corner and pulled a key from her pocket, fumbling only slightly before unlocking one of the farthest rooms. She shoved the door open and slammed it shut behind her, heart racing.

Inside, a regal purple cat sat on the edge of a plush bed in a white fuzzy robe. She looked up, calm but surprised.

“Amy? You are early for our meeting?... eh Who is that?”

Amy didn’t stop moving. “Sorry Blaze. This is Sonic, he’s new, and I think he’s going into heat.” She crossed the room quickly, gently laying Sonic down on the bed.

He immediately curled in on himself, cradling his stomach, his flushed face twisted in discomfort.

Blaze’s brows knit as she approached, golden eyes sharp. “How long has he been like this?”

“Just started,” Amy said quietly, brushing Sonic’s sweat-dampened quills back from his face. He barely stirred under her touch, his breaths shallow and uneven. “Doom was in here again arguing with Shadow. Poor guy didn’t stand a chance out there against their scents.”

Blaze moved to sit beside him, gaze softening as she studied the curled-up hedgehog. Sonic’s face was flushed, his arms wrapped tight around his middle. The sweet scent clinging to him was muddled now tinged with discomfort and arousal. 

“He’ll be safe here,” she murmured, voice low but certain.

Amy let out a breath and stepped back, rubbing her arms. “Thanks. I didn’t know where else to take him.”

“You chose right.” Blaze placed a hand near Sonic’s shoulder, careful not to touch, just close enough to let him feel grounded. “No one will get to him here. Especially not with such a strong, pretty protector.” She glanced up at Amy, her calm confidence warming into something more intimate. A smile teased the edge of her lips.

Amy flushed, hands flying to her cheeks. “You know what it does to me when you compliment me…”

Blaze tilted her head, that rare, knowing smile deepening. “I do.”

Between them, Sonic let out a soft groan, interrupting their flirting, his limbs twitching as another wave of discomfort passed through him.

Blaze reached out and gently ran her fingers between his ears, her touch light and grounding. “Do you have a mate or someone we should call for you?” Her tone was soothing as she slowly moved her tail back and forth curiously awaiting his answer.

Sonic gave a tiny shake of his head, eyes half-lidded. “No... I always just… got through it alone.”

Amy’s expression softened, her heart breaking quietly. “Oh, Sonic…” she whispered, leaning in closer.

She reached out, her thumb brushing gently along his cheek, then trailing down to graze his bottom lip. Her touch was delicate, purposeful coaxing his mouth to part slightly under the tenderness of her gesture “That’s awful. You’ve been suffering like this on your own?”

“Y-yes ngh,” Sonic murmured, shifting sluggishly on the bed. He turned his face, moving his mouth away from her hand only to nuzzle his cheek against her palm again, seeking comfort in her touch. “Never... been...this bad...” he whispered, his voice barely hanging on.

“You’re okay now,” Blaze reassured him, her palm hovering near his shoulder again. “We’ll keep you safe.”

Amy shared a look with Blaze, then gently adjusted Sonic, easing him so he could rest against Blaze’s lap for more support. Blaze didn’t hesitate, wrapping an arm around him with quiet confidence. 

Sonic’s breathing grew heavier, each breath shallow and uneven. Amy’s eyes never left him, her heart twisted at the sight of him so vulnerable, leaning into her touch like he needed it. But beneath the wave of concern, something deeper and warmer unfurled desire, quiet but insistent. The way his lips parted, the softness in his eyes... it pulled at something primal.

“He does look rather cute like this” Amy's voice was soft and steady.

Her other hand continued their slow, soothing motion on his thigh, trying to ground him, to ease the pain even a little. She moved carefully, not wanting to overwhelm him, but determined to still touch him, as she settled in between his legs. “We should help him”

“Neathir of us are alphas?” Blaze’s brows furrowed.

“Ngh its too hot” Sonic’s eyelids fluttered, the feverish haze softening for a moment as their touch offered a small island of comfort amid the burning heat. 

“I think...we can still help” Amy smiled, gentle and somehow a little devious. “Let’s get you out of those clothes,” she said softly. With careful hands, she eased the fabric of his shirt up, trying not to jostle him too much. Her cheeks flushed as she glanced over his exposed chest, noting how plush it is.

Blaze leaned in, her eyes narrowing as her fingers lightly traced over the bite marks scattered across Sonic’s chest and shoulder. They were red, swollen, and still tender as if only a couple days old. 

“These aren’t too old, and they are deep,” she murmured, more to herself than anyone else. “I wonder if he was attacked before” Her hands grazed over his chest, gently kneading the sensitive swollen flesh, eliciting a loud moan from the omega. “He is so...responsive” A red tinge painting her cheeks as she looked away.

“I have heard that heat enhances pleasure 10-fold.” Amy unlaced his boots and slid them off, one at a time, leaving his knee socks in place to keep some warmth in his trembling limbs. Her eyes flicked to his face, then to Blaze, biting her lip, her ears flicking at his sensual sounds.

Sonic shifted, another low whimper slipping from his lips as his body tensed. The fever was rising fast, stealing what little strength he had left. Tingling pulses swelled in his belly, something that crawled beneath the skin and bloomed into fire with every touch. 

Amy slid her hands up his thighs barely containing a smile as she slowly unzipped his shorts, pulling them down as if she was unwrapping a present. 

She blinked, as she completely tore the fabric away. “He really is full of surprises” Amy’s eyes were locked on to slick covered velvet folds. 

The smell of arousal and citrus hung thick in the air, bright and intoxicating. It danced on her tongue before the first lick even came. Her bright green gaze shimmered, as the scent curled into her nose, tangy and sweet. Her mouth watered. She leaned in, drawn like a moth to fire, licking her lips. She needed a taste.

“I bet he is delicious” There was a sultry edge to her voice, laced with unmistakable lust.

“D-don’t stare,” Sonic mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. He turned his head slightly, raising the back of his hand to shield his face. His ears flattened against his head, a flush creeping up his cheeks as he tried to hide the heat behind his embarrassment.

Blaze tilted his chin up to face her. “He is quite adorable like this” She glanced toward the pink hedgehog, who stared at him with wide, unblinking eyes like a starving animal laying eyes on a feast for the first time. 

There was hunger there, yes, but also awe, as if she couldn’t decide whether to devour him or fall to her knees in worship. Amy did tend to catch feelings quite fast.

Amy lowered herself between blue thighs, slipping his legs over her shoulder, as her arms locked them in place. Her breath ghosted the tender flesh as she inhaled deeply, eyes blown wide. She slowly kissed up his thigh, before settling to drag her tongue through his heat. Up and down, slowly at first and then with more vigor as his slick coated her mouth. “He tastes sweet” 

“Ah...mhmm feels...so good” Sonic panted softly, lips parted, his tongue just visible as it curled against the corner of his mouth. His eyes were half-lidded, dazed and heavy, as if caught between lust and something deeper, his expression raw, unguarded, lost in the wave of pleasure rolling through him. 

Amy brought her lips to his entrance, lapping revrnpusly at his folds. She suckled at the juices, letting the sweetness linger on her tongue before finally slipping her tongue in, he tasted as if a satisfying burst of citrus. She had never experienced anything like it. Her eyes fluttered half-closed as she savored it, completely lost in the indulgence, moaning loudly herself.

“Ah! Too much! Oh chaos A-amy?!” Sonic cried out as she ate him out like she’d been holding her breath for years, and only now remembered how to inhale. It was too much and not enough all at once, like chasing a dream that always stayed one breath ahead.

Blaze gently tilted his head upward again, her eyes searching his for only a heartbeat before she closed the distance. Their lips met, slow this time, deeper. Her tongue brushed against his, coaxing a response, tasting him. “He is sweet here too” She whispered breathlessly, pulling away only briefly. 

Tears slipped down his cheeks as he arched his back, overwhelmed by a rush of sensation too powerful to contain. He felt Amy slip two of her fingers inside matching thrusts with her tongue. The wet muscle slipped out moving higher to circle and suckle his clit, her fingers never ceasing, as she curled them, massaging Sonic’s walls. His breath hitched, hips bucking as he rode her tongue, body trembling, lost in a storm of feeling that left him wide open and undone. 

His heat had never felt this good before as if every nerve ending suddenly only delivered euphoria and nothing else. 

Blaze deepened the kiss, sucking on his tongue, her lips moving with slow intention as her hand moved gently across the swell of his chest in steady, soothing circles, gently squeezing and toying with his hardening rosey nubs. Even the gentlest flick causes an obscene mewl.

Sonic pulled his mouth away as his thighs began to tremble from Amy’s darting tongue. “I can't...mhm...I can't...m'gonna-” He couldn't even get the words. 

Euphoria crashed over him in waves hot, dizzying, relentless. His body arched with it, trembling as every nerve lit up and pulsed with release. It flooded him, filled him, flushed through his limbs like fire and light. For a fleeting second, it was everything.

And yet… it wasn’t.

Somewhere in the haze, beneath the trembling high, a hollowness gnawed at him a quiet, aching absence that no pleasure could drown.

Slick gushed from the Sonic, warm and sweet, trickling down Amy’s chin as it met her tongue. The flavor was irresistible, rich and vibrant. She closed her eyes and licked every drop, moaning in unison, savoring the pure, juicy sweetness with slow, deliberate pleasure.

Sonic lay back, gasping for air as a sudden heaviness swept over him, his entire body going limp and surrendering to the moment’s intensity. 

Blaze leaned in, her fingers curling into the fabric of Amy’s dress as she pulled her close in one swift motion. Their lips collided, urgent and hungry, and Blaze could taste the lingering sweetness of Sonic on Amy’s tongue, warm, tangy, and intoxicating. As she pulled back her tongue flicked one last time at Amy’s lips. 

It was bliss.

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It was a disaster.

Shadow stood rigid in the center of the lounge, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to contain the fallout. Voices buzzed around him, panicked, confused, some trembling with distress. He wasted no time. Orders barked through gritted teeth had Omegas escorted to private rooms or removed from the area entirely. Safety first. Always.

But it was already too late for damage control. The scene reeked of failure, literally from all the pheromones in the air.

He was furious, not just at the situation, but at himself. He had let his father pull the strings again. The man knew exactly how to provoke him, how to set the stage and light the fuse. His endless obsession with a ‘pure’ bloodline, with tradition, dominance, legacy… it made Shadow's skin crawl.

Being the only Alpha son had always come with chains. Expectations. Surveillance. Pressure to perform, to breed, to carry on a legacy Shadow had never asked to be part of.

And yet his brother, Beta or not, was no less tenacious but wanted to be part of it. Where Shadow was stone dense, grounded, and built to withstand force his brother was air: invisible, slipping through cracks, impossible to pin down but always there, eroding everything in his path with quiet, relentless pressure.

Defiant in his own way, he carved his own path through the family's expectations. But that only made things worse. Their father only had eyes for Alphas.

Shadow clenched his fists, jaw tight. He hated this game. Hated being in the middle of it. Hated how easily his father still got under his skin. 

He shook his head and stalked over to the bar, poured himself a shot, and downed it in one motion. Another followed just as fast, the burn doing nothing to dull the heat in his chest.

“You know that’s not going to fix it,” came Rouge’s voice, smooth but gentle, from behind him.

Shadow didn’t turn around. “Didn’t ask for advice.”

“No,” she said, walking closer, her heels soft against the floor. “But you’re clearly asking for something. Since you are trying to drown out the thoughts with alcohol.”

He shot her a glare over his shoulder, but it lacked any real bite. “Why did you send Sonic over?”

Rouge slid up beside him at the bar, leaning casually, though her eyes never left his. “I thought you two could use a drink.”

Shadow’s glare stayed fixed, cold and unyielding.

Her voice softened, but her words stayed sharp. “He can’t control you if your focus is somewhere else. But I saw the way he was trying. I know you’ve got a tolerance, but he’s a manipulative bastard, Shadow.”

“Always will be,” Shadow muttered, low and bitter.

Rouge’s gaze searched his face, the edge in her tone giving way to genuine concern. “That doesn’t mean you owe him your sanity. You saw it, first thing he did was try to mess with your head. Then straight for biology.” She brushed her fingertips lightly over his arm, grounding him. “You don’t have to let him keep doing that to you. You don’t have to keep letting him in.”

Shadow dragged his claws down his face, a groan rumbling in his chest. “You know why I do,” he said, voice taut with strain. “Don’t make this harder than it already is.”

“I am sure we can find an alternative option” Rouge gently took his hands from his face.

“Nothing has worked so far, Now it seems Sonic is on his Radar “ Shadow's voice dropped lower, frustration bleeding through. “That blue idiot had to open his damn mouth… and now he-”

He cut off suddenly, eyes narrowing as the silence around them finally registered. The lounge was too quiet.

“…Where is he?” Shadow asked, turning his head sharply.

Rouge blinked, then looked around. “I believe he was with that pink hedgehog” 

Shadow was already striding down the hall, his voice low and sharp. “So help me, Rouge, it’s only been a couple days and he’s already more trouble than he’s worth.”

“You say that,” Rouge called after him with a smirk, “but is that really how you feel?”

Shadow didn’t respond, he didn't have to. He’d already caught it: the sharp, unmistakable scent of citrus lingering in the air. His steps quickened as he followed it, sniffing the air like a tracking bloodhound. He found himself down the hallway toward the private rooms.

At the end of the corridor, a small cluster of patrons loitered near the last door, drawn in by the scent and sounds too interested, too close.

Shadow’s own pheromones surged in response, heavy and territorial. One word left his mouth, low and commanding:

“Scatter.”

The effect was immediate. The stragglers backed off without a second glance, the air around them thinning as they cleared the space.

Shadow stepped up to the door, jaw tight. Something was wrong. He could feel it. He pulled out his keys, ears flicking at the lewd noises coming through the door. Silently he entered, the scene unfolding before him.

They lay tangled together in a moaning heap, warmth and lust. Blaze was curled behind Amy, keeping her hips pressed snugly against Amy's as she relentlessly thrusted into her with a strap-on. One hand held her hip in place while the other rubbed fast small circles against her clit. 

Amy arched against Blaze, hips pushing back to meet her thrust for thrust. Her moans muffled as her head was between blue thighs, tongue buried deep in Sonic’s dripping pussy once more, licking and tasting like she may never eat a meal again.

Sonic’s hands twisted in the blankets, knuckles clenched as his thighs trembled, breath catching in shallow waves. His scent saturated the air thick and golden, like honeyed citrus and warm sunshine spilled across silk sheets. His head lolled to the side, eyes unfocused, distant until they locked on Shadow.

“Sh-Shadow…”

The name slipped from his parted lips, soft and sticky-sweet, like the sound had been meant only for him. In that moment, color returned to Sonic’s gaze, clarity, heat, longing all of it aimed at Shadow as if no one else existed. He reached out, fingers stretching, seeking. Needing.

Alpha is here, Alpha will take care of you.

Shadow stood still, muscles coiled, ears flicking at the sound of his name spoken so tenderly. His tongue passed over his fangs in an unconscious motion, tasting the charged sweetness in the air. It clung to his senses like syrup, thick and unrelenting.

Time seemed to fracture slowly, suspended as if the world had narrowed down to this single, aching moment.

“Alpha”

A sharp inhale escaped him. Crimson pupils dilated, chest rising with each frantic beat of his heart. Every instinct screamed to move, to answer, to claim. But he stood caught in the tension between restraint and surrender. His Omega was calling for him. Wait. His? When did he start thinking that Sonic was his? He didn't even like the stupid...annoying...tantalizing- he stopped his train of thought.

“Give him to me,” Shadow growled, his voice low and thunderous more command than request. The sound cut through the haze in the room like a blade, dragging every eye toward him. It wasn’t just his voice, it was the weight of his presence, heavy with alpha dominance and sharpened intent.

Amy lifted her head from Sonic’s heat, eyes glazed and lips parted, drunk on pheromones and affection. Eventually as a beta, Sonic's pheromones were strangely potent. “He’s mine,” she murmured, possessive and breathless.

Shadow’s snarl erupted without warning, a deep, vicious sound that rumbled from his chest and shook the air. It hit Amy like a cold wave, snapping her back to awareness. Her breath caught, and her arms loosened involuntarily around Sonic.

Behind her, Blaze had paused, fingers slipping to grasp Amy’s chin. She didn’t look at Shadow, but her tone was calm and clear, cutting through the tension like fire through fog. “Let him go, Amy,” she said gently. “I am more than enough for you.” Her tail swished back and forth expectantly as she punctuated her point with a hard thrust.

With the weight on his body gone, Sonic didn’t hesitate. He squirmed free from between them, breathless and flushed, limbs still trembling slightly as he dragged himself toward the edge of the bed, one hand reaching instinctively toward Shadow.

“Alpha”

His scent hung thick in the air, sweet, cloying, electric with need. But it was his eyes that hit hardest: wide, unfocused, and locked entirely on Shadow, like he was the only thing tethering him to reality.

Sonic stumbled forward, legs trembling beneath him. He barely managed two steps before collapsing at Shadow’s feet, catching himself on trembling hands.

“Alpha It hurts,” he whimpered, voice small and strained, the sound pulling at something deep inside Shadow’s chest.

Shadow stared down at him, eyes trailing over every inch, flushed cheeks, parted lips, the faint sheen of sweat on his brow. He looked good. Too good. He smelled even better, the scent teasing the back of Shadow’s throat. He could practically taste it.

He cursed under his breath and pressed a hand to his forehead, trying to will away the heat rising in him. Get it together. This was Sonic loud, reckless, insufferable. The troublesome little thief who’d blown into here like a storm.

Not someone Shadow should be thinking about like this.

And yet… here he was. At his feet. Reaching for him.

Shadow didn’t think he moved.

One sharp breath later, he was crouched beside Sonic, arms slipping beneath him with practiced ease. Sonic let out a faint sound, equal parts relief and need, his fingers clutching weakly at Shadow’s shirt.

“I’ve got you,” Shadow murmured, voice low, tight, almost strangled by restraint.

Without another word, he scooped Sonic into his arms and stood. The moment he rose, everything around them seemed to fade.

Shadow’s pheromones flared, warning and possessive, clearing his path as he strode toward the back halls toward somewhere quieter, private. Somewhere no one else could reach them.

Sonic curled slightly into his chest, breath fanning over Shadow’s neck. He was burning up overstimulated, scent wild and begging but Shadow held him tighter, jaw locked, trying not to breathe him in too deeply.

He kicked open the door to his office and shut it behind them with his heel. It clicked into place with finality.

Shadow exhaled, sharp and low, finally setting Sonic down on the large mahogany desk. He sat on the edge, legs dangling off as Shadow's arms lingered a moment longer than they should’ve.

“You shouldn’t have wandered off,” Shadow said quietly, his voice taut as his eyes roamed Sonic’s flushed, dazed face.

“I didn’t mean to,” Sonic whispered, his gaze glassy, pupils blown wide. He reached for Shadow’s shirt, fingertips brushing the fabric like it grounded him. “But I'll be good. Please I need you…”

The words landed like a strike to the chest.

Shadow’s jaw clenched, and he gritted his teeth, trying to keep himself steady. He moved without thinking, bracing his hands on either side of Sonic’s thighs, claws digging into the edge of the wooden frame. Close, too close.

“Don’t say things you don’t mean,” he growled, voice low, voice raw.

Because it hurt. Because hearing that in this state drugged with heat, drunk on instinct meant nothing. Not when it wasn’t real. Not when it wasn’t him Sonic was choosing, but the first Alpha who answered his cry.

His breath hitched, and for a moment, the mask cracked.

“I don’t want your heat talking,” Shadow said, almost whispering now.

Shadow tore himself away, breath ragged as he stumbled back. Hedgehogs mated for life, that is what Sonic said. Would it be the same for hybrids like him? He didn't think he could bite through the collar but he was no ordinary Alpha. And no matter how tempting, how right it felt in the moment, he wouldn’t take advantage of someone lost in the haze.

Not even him. Especially not him.

His mind was clearer now, barely, but he didn’t know how long that clarity would hold. The scent still clung to the air like silk soaked in citrus and heat, wrapping around his senses, tightening its grip.

He backed away, lowering himself into the velvet chair like it was the only thing keeping him from falling apart. One hand dragged through his quills before resting over his eyes, as if shielding him from the sight of the one thing he couldn’t stop wanting.

He needed to leave. Lock the door. Do something.

“Shads…”

His name slipped out like a purr, soft and drenched in want.

Shadow’s eyes flicked open just in time to see Sonic, still perched on the desk, leaning back on his palms, legs slowly parting in a lazy, suggestive sprawl.

“Shadow…” he said again, voice silken and needy, eyes lidded and glowing with the same unbearable pull that twisted in Shadow’s gut.

Shadow’s breath caught.

His body screamed to move, but his heart screamed louder.

Sonic shifted where he sat, letting his legs fall open with his slick covered pussy fully on display, his posture relaxed but undeniably inviting. One hand slid up from his thigh to welcome his fingers into wet puffy lips. His head tilted back slightly, a quiet gasp slipping from his muzzle, less from touch and more from the heat of Shadow’s gaze.

When he looked up again, Sonic's eyes were half-lidded, lips parted, the barest hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

All of it wordless but unmistakably meant for Shadow. Claim me, I am yours. 

“Fuck” Shadow could feel how hard he was as his throbbing cock brushed against the fabric of his trousers. His restraint wavered. 

As he rose, Shadow’s claws scraped down the edge of the chair, leaving faint grooves in the polished wood. The sound was deliberate, sharp, controlled. Each step he took toward Sonic was measured, predatory, like a storm choosing where to strike.

Then, with slow precision, he raised one hand to his mouth and bit down on the edge of his glove. The fabric stretched, caught between his teeth, then slipped free. His crimson eyes gleamed no, glowed, locked onto Sonic like he was the only thing in the room worth seeing.

With a low growl, Shadow slipped off his vest and let it fall to the floor. His claws made quick work of the buttons on his shirt too quick, tearing through fabric like it offended him. Stripes of red emerged, tracing down the length of his arms and hands

Even in the haze threatening to cloud his mind, Sonic felt it, saw it. Shadow was breathtaking. Dangerous. And somehow, all of that danger was being pointed solely at him.

Sonic’s tail flicked behind him, betraying his excitement. He licked his lips, eyes locked on to the large budge in Shadow’s pants as he continued to slowly massage his quivering heat. 

It didn’t hold his attention for long, Shadow’s hand suddenly tangled in Sonic’s fur, yanking him forward with a force that stole the air from his lungs. Their mouths collided in a kiss that was nothing short of feral heated, unrestrained, and desperate with need.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t meant to be.

Shadow kissed like he was claiming something that had always been his, lips moving with feverish hunger. Sonic melted into it, a gasp slipping free as his free hand instinctively gripped at Shadow’s shirt, clutching at him like an anchor.

And chaos he tasted sweet. Not metaphorically, genuinely, unmistakably sweet. Like ripe citrus warmed by the sun, tangy and addictive. Shadow didn’t know if it was the heat skewing his senses or if Sonic always tasted like that, but it made his head spin.

Each brush of their mouths sent shockwaves down Sonic’s spine, pleasure blooming in hot, trembling waves. It wasn’t just the kiss, it was Shadow. His touch. His scent. His presence. It was overwhelming in the most exquisite way.

Just this just being touched by him felt like a reward his body had been aching for.

Shadow’s lips trailed down the curve of Sonic’s jaw, soft and deliberate, brushing heat against sensitive skin with every kiss. He lingered at his neck, avoiding the collar, letting his breath warm the space before his mouth followed, imprinting a trail of fire along the pulse point.

With careful intent, he pulled Sonic's hand out of his folds, turning it palm-up. He kissed up his palm, slow, tender, up to those fingers coated in slick. His crimson eyes flicked up to meet Sonic’s for a breathless moment… then his tongue darted out, a slow sweep that tasted the tangy sweetness from his fingertips.

A soft, needy whine escaped Sonic’s throat at the sudden pause, his body aching for more as he felt empty.

Shadow’s ears twitched. Wordlessly, he responded.

His other hand slid between his wanting folds, fingers splaying possessively as he threaded through his labia coating his fingers in the delicious juice before inserting a finger into his clenching entrance, gently moving in and out. 

“You always sound so pretty when you want something,” Shadow murmured against his skin, voice rough with restraint.

And he had every intention of giving it.

Sonic keened, it was so much more intense than when Amy or Infinite fingered him, he didn't understand why nor was he in any state to consider it. It built slowly at first a tingling heat curling low in his belly, tightening with each passing second. His breath came in shallow gasps as every nerve felt like it was strung too tight.

Shadow took Sonic’s two fingers into his mouth, lips closing around them as his sharp teeth grazed, teasing but controlled. His tongue curled around them, slick and surprisingly agile, tracing each joint with precision. His mate tasted so good. His? His mate? His mate.

When he pulled them free, he didn’t stop; he licked each one in turn, slowly, as if memorizing the shape and taste. He inserted another finger, scissoring Sonic open as he gently pumped, avoiding scraping his walls with his claws.

Sonic bucked his hips chasing the curl and caress of Shadow's hand, releasing cries of pleasure. He clenched Shadow's wrist with the hand that wasn't being sampled like a feast.

“Mmmhm more” He begged as he fucked himself on Shadows fingers, slick pooling onto the desk. The world blurred at the edges; all he could feel was the way Shadow touched him, the sound of his voice, the warmth of his body.

“Alpha....ngh...need you...” He bit his lip as another obscene moan slipped out. 

Shadow inserted another finger, pistoning them faster in his throbbing pussy. The sound of squelching and Sonic’s mewls filled the room. 

Sonic's hand gripped tight, his back arching as the pressure inside him surged higher, wave after wave. His ears flattened, his eyes squeezed shut, and a louder desperate sound tore from his throat half a gasp, half a cry helpless and raw.

“Come for me, omega,” Shadow growled, his voice a low, gravel-edged rumble that rolled over Sonic like thunder. It was primal, magnetic like the whisper of some dark promise breathed from heaven itself.

“S-Shadow! ...Agh...Shadow Yes!” Then the tension snapped. It rolled through him like a crash of lightning, leaving him trembling, breathless, satiated. His body shuddered with the force of it, his heartbeat thundering in his ears as he rode it out, caught in the rush. 

He opened his eyes to the low, rumbling sound of a satisfied growl deep and reverberating. Shadow was moving him, guiding him back onto the desk with slow, deliberate strength. Papers and glass clattered to the floor in a crash as the surface was cleared without care.

But something behind Shadow caught Sonic’s eye. A long tail thick, sleek, and ending in red, jagged barbs swished slowly, like a serpent waiting to strike. Sonic blinked, his breath catching, clarity piercing the haze.

“Uh… Shads?” he murmured, voice small.

His gaze lifted, following the tail back to its source. Shadow’s face came into view and Sonic froze. His ears flattened.

“Omega,” Shadow purred.

It wasn’t just his voice. His crimson eyes glowed too brightly, unnaturally vivid. The whites had darkened into full golden yellow, burning like molten metal. A cruel smile curled across his lips, exposing a set of elongated, dagger-like teeth. And then at the center of his forehead something opened.

A third eye.

Wide, unblinking, pulsing with light.

Sonic gasped, a small, startled yelp escaping him before he could swallow it down.

Shadow paused.

His eerie, glowing gaze sharpened as he took in the look of fear flickering across Sonic’s face.

For a heartbeat, Shadow didn’t move. The tension thickened in the space between them, like a breath held too long. Then the change began.

His smile faltered. The third eye on his forehead twitched and narrowed. His chest rose sharply with a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. 

He doesn’t want you.

You scared him.

You’re just a monster.

His ears flattened. The air seemed to thin. Shadow took a slow, halting step back, as if Sonic’s gaze had seared straight through him.

“Shadow…?” Sonic’s voice trembled, concern breaking through the veil of fear but the moment was already gone.

Shadow’s breath hitched, ragged, as he turned his face away. Every muscle in his frame locked tight. A faint, sinister glow began to creep along his spine, threads of molten red snaking under his skin. It grew brighter and angrier until sharp fissures of light split across his shoulder blades.

Then came the sound wet, tearing, bone grinding against bone. Sonic flinched as something forced its way out of him. With a final, brutal rip, vast wings erupted from Shadow’s back.

They were long and jagged, bat-like, their membranes marbled with crimson veins that pulsed in time with his heartbeat. The room’s dim glow warped and twisted around them, edges shimmering like the air above an open flame. Their shadow swallowed the walls, stretching, looming impossible to ignore.

“Shadow...your back… you have wings?” Sonic’s voice cracked as he shot upright, the words tumbling out on a breathless gasp.

He couldn’t look away. The sight was terrifying and beautiful all at once Shadow, backlit in molten crimson, like an angel forged from magma and the night. The wings flexed, membranes shivering with heat, every twitch sending a pulse of unnatural light over the room.

“I should never have touched you,” Shadow muttered, voice thick and ragged. 

“Wait, don't go like this, please,” Sonic begged, reaching toward him. “I was just surprised, I swear!”

But Shadow was already moving.

With a sudden, powerful sweep of his wings, he turned sharply toward the far end of the room. His claws flexed once before he surged forward and with a shattering crash, he burst through the window, glass exploding in all directions like a scream of light and sound.

Sonic instinctively shielded his face, heart racing. When he looked up again, the room was filled with the sound of wind rushing in, curtains flailing like panicked arms. Shadow was gone, just a fading shape vanishing into the city night sky, wings outstretched like a fallen god taking flight.

All that was left behind was the broken window, the silence, and the aching thrum of something unfinished between them.

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Sonic felt the burn of tears he hadn’t realized he’d been holding back as the stinging pain settled deep in his gut replacing the warmth, the desire, the connection he’d just shared. The ache was more than emotional. It was instinctual, something primal, something that throbbed in his bones and twisted in his stomach like a knife.

He left me. His Alpha left him. Wait...His Alpha?

His breath hitched. No Shadow hadn’t meant to reject him. Sonic knew it. He was scared? Caught off guard? But that didn’t stop his body from reacting like he’d been cast aside. His Omega instincts screamed rejected, and the toll was sharp, immediate, and merciless.

He curled in on himself, arms wrapping around his middle as if to hold his insides together. The cramps from earlier came roaring back, harsher this time his body grieving the loss of something it thought it had just claimed.

Bad Omega. Unwanted. Alpha hates Omega. 

But something stronger than instinct stronger than pain cut through the haze.

Shadow was hurting too.

Why would he run?

Alphas are never afraid of Omegas.

Sonic squeezed his eyes shut. He could still see that look on his face: the panic, the guilt, the flicker of something vulnerable behind those glowing crimson eyes. Shadow had wings. A third eye. He was going to help him through his heat, Sonic had flinched. He hadn’t meant to, but…

He thinks I’m afraid of him?

“No,” Sonic whispered to himself, forcing his body upright despite the way his limbs trembled. “No. I should go after him..”

He staggered to his feet, gripping the edge of the desk for balance, slick dripping down his thighs. Everything in him ached, but he had to move. He had to find Shadow.

The city was huge, and Shadow could be anywhere, flying blind, wild with emotion, instincts spiraling out of control. He could hurt someone. He could get hurt.

The door slammed open. Rouge and Knuckles burst into the office, drawn by the sound of shattering glass.

Knuckles’ nose wrinkled instantly, his jaw tightening as he grit his teeth. “It reeks of heat in here. What happened?” His voice was deep and rough, a growl that made Sonic’s ears flatten.

Alpha mad. Bad Omega. The instinctive thought made Sonic whimper before he could stop himself. “S-shads... has wings,” he managed.

Rouge was already at his side, sliding an arm around him to keep him steady. “Looks like the pheromones set off your heat… and triggered Shadow’s biology,” she murmured, assessing him with sharp eyes. “I’m honestly impressed you’re still in one piece.”

Sonic winced, holding his stomach against the renewed cramping. “I need to find him.”

“Darling, you are in no condition to be chasing anyone.” Rouge’s tone softened as she smoothed a hand over his head, brushing his quills back. She glanced around the trashed office before striding through a side door. A moment later, she returned with a shirt to cover him up.

At the broken window, Knuckles leaned out, scanning the sky. “He’s long gone now.” Relief crossed his face as he felt the breeze starting to thin out Sonic’s scent, though it was still enough to make his pulse pound.

“Where would he go?” Sonic asked, his voice tight as he took the clothes from Rouge and began dressing slowly.

It was a gray dress shirt, too big, the sleeves hanging loose past his wrists. He froze as the faint scent hit him. Shadow. Clean and cold and lavender, threaded through with something darker. Sonic lifted the collar to his face, breathing in deep. A shiver ran down his spine, heat curling in his stomach one more as a glob of slick dripped out of him. 

Why did Rouge intend to torture him so? He frowned at her.

Rouge caught the look instantly, smirking. “Would you rather be indecent?” She helped him to his feet with an ease that made it feel like she was in control of the whole room. “You can’t go running around the city smelling the way you do, hotshot. You’ll attract every Alpha in the area and not the good kind.”

Gently, she led him toward the ensuite room the same place Shadow had once tended to his wounds. Shadow’s room. Thick velvet, rich fabrics, decadent Gothic accents. She laid him down on the bed like she was tucking in royalty. “He’ll come back when he’s ready. Besides… are you sure this is you talking, or just your heat doing the thinking?”

Sonic frowned, letting out a small whine as his stomach clenched. “I’ve never had a heat quite like this...but...i don't feel heat drunk?”

Knuckles stepped forward, walking up behind Rouge and resting a large hand on her shoulder. “Maybe you should let him decide what he can handle instead of smothering him.”

Rouge arched a brow, glancing back at him. “Smothering? I’m making sure he survives the night without getting tackled in an alley. But I guess ‘common sense’ isn’t on your résumé, is it?”

Knuckles huffed, leaning against the doorframe. “Better than ‘bossy and materialistic’ on mine.”

“Oh, please. You are just as gem obsessed”

“Ill show you obsessed,” Knuckles shot back, though the corner of his mouth betrayed a smirk.

Rouge rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to Sonic. “See what I deal with? He’s impossible.”

Sonic gave a weak laugh, wincing through another cramp. “If you two start making out, I swear I’m crawling out that window myself.”

They both froze Rouge’s lips twitching in amusement, Knuckles glaring at the floor like it might give him an escape.

Rouge finally smirked. “Relax, blue. We’ll wait until you’re asleep.”

“Gee, thanks,” Sonic muttered, pulling Shadow’s shirt tighter around himself, inhaling the scent like it might anchor him.

“Unless,” Rouge purred, shifting closer until the bed dipped under her weight, “you’d rather join us.” Her hand slid slowly onto his thigh, fingertips tracing lazy circles on his fur. “An Alpha could help you through your heat… and I am willing to share mine.” She batted her lashes, the teasing edge in her voice curling like silk around the words.

Knuckles stood behind her, body wound tight like a coiled spring. The air between them was thick, saturated with Sonic’s scent. It curled into Knuckles’ lungs, dizzying him, slowly slicking over his rational thought until all that was left was instinct: grab, hold, claim. His fingers twitched, fists flexing against the pull, but he locked his arms at his sides and forced himself to stand still.

“Stop messing with him, Rouge,” he growled, the words rough, gravel scraping against restraint.

She tilted her head just enough to meet his eyes, a slow, sharp smile curling her lips. “Messing with him? Please. I’m offering a solution. One you clearly don’t have the guts to offer yourself.” 

Her voice slithered into his ears, sweet and needling all at once, as she leaned back against his chest, deliberate contact that made his restraint splinter another inch.

“Or maybe I’m not trying to take advantage of someone,” he bit out, though the growl behind the words betrayed how much effort it took to keep his voice level.

Rouge scoffed, low and dangerous, her tone laced with mockery. “Oh, spare me your noble routine.” She let her wing just barely graze his side, close enough that his breath caught. “You are trying to pretend you aren't thinking about it. Blue and I, taking care of our big strong Alpha.”

“Stop! I am not,” he snapped, too fast, too defensive, his voice dropping rough at the edges. The denial didn’t matter, Rouge could see it in his eyes, that restless flicker that kept sliding toward Sonic like a compass needle that refused to point anywhere else.

Sonic tilted his head slightly, oblivious to just how potent his scent had become, golden and thick in the air, coating Knuckles’ throat until every inhale burned with need. His pulse pounded in his temples, fists clenching at his sides as he fought not to reach out because he knew the second he touched either of them, there’d be no going back.

That was when Knuckles’ own scent bled into the room, overpowering, leather wrapped in fire and smoke. It rolled over the Omegas in waves, heavy, suffocating, intoxicating. Rouge bit her lip, a sharp inhale displaying how much it got to her.

Sonic wasn’t so composed he whined, body betraying him, legs shifting open as his muscles went pliant under the Alpha weight pressing down. Every breath coiled heat tighter in his chest, his pulse racing with a hunger he didn’t want to name.

Knuckles’ gaze flicked down, eyes locking on the subtle arch of Sonic’s thighs, and his pupils swallowed his irises whole. Sonic’s stomach flipped, heat curling low, and for a moment he was ready to let instinct take him under.

Then blue hedgehog snapped out of it, jerking his head to the side, sitting up too fast with cheeks burning. “Oh no. Nope. Not happening.”

He buried his face in the pillow with a groan, his voice muffled but clear enough. “I said stop it! You two are acting like I’m some prize at the carnival, step right up, win the hedgehog, take him home.” He peeked out from the side of the pillow, ears burning as he tried to glare, though his flushed cheeks ruined the effect. “Newsflash: I’m not up for grabs.”

Rouge’s laughter rang low and rich, curling like velvet through the room. “Not up for grabs?” She kneeled on the bed next tp him, her smirk razor-sharp. “Sugar, you’ve been lying there purring like a kitten, legs spread, practically begging for someone to step right up.”

“Rouge!” Sonic sputtered, ears shooting back. His quills bristled, but he didn’t move to close his thighs either, which only made his flustered glare falter.

Knuckles gave a sharp snort, though it lacked any humor, his stance wide, arms crossed, eyes still molten and restless. “You’re enjoying this too much,” he growled at Rouge.

“Maybe I am,” she shot back, tilting her head with feigned innocence. “He is just too cute, I couldn't waste this opportunity to tease the both of you.”

Sonic, stuck between them, groaned again, flopping dramatically back onto the bed with his arm over his eyes. “Unbelievable. You’re both impossible.”

But the tremor in his voice, the subtle arch of his back against the mattress, betrayed how much their scents and words were still tugging at him.

Knuckles’ gaze snapped to him at once, his control wavering visibly. Almost to harshly he took several steps towards the door, body rigid with restraint that was declining at a fast rate. “Rouge...” His voice was low, almost a purr, very out of character for the hulking echidna.

“Just yell if you need anything,” Rouge purred, moving forward so her fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles on Sonic’s cheek. The touch was warm, electric. “We won’t be far.”

Sonic’s grin turned mischievous. “Yes, Mom.”

Rouge leaned in, voice low and teasing. “That’s Mommy to you.” Her lips curled into a sultry smile, and she flicked her tongue over her own teeth.

Sonic’s blush deepened, heat-flushed and hungry all at once.

She sauntered over to Knuckles, and didn’t miss a beat as she slipped her hand around his waist and squeezed his ass with a teasing grip. The deep chuckle they let out made Sonic’s stomach twist.

The door clicked shut behind them, and from beyond it came their low, conspiratorial laughter, thick with promise and playful wickedness.

Sonic rolled over, pulling the pillow down over his face, trying to hide the flush burning through him and praying sleep would come fast before the heat inside him boiled over.

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Sonic woke in a haze of heat and sweat, his head pounding in time with the cramps twisting in his stomach. A groan slipped out as he pressed one hand to his abdomen, the other draped limply over his eyes to block out the faint city glow bleeding into the room. Every part of him ached inside and out and the empty space beside him on the bed made it worse.

Still no Shadow.

The thought hit like a weight in his chest, pulling a small, involuntary whimper from his throat. Forcing himself upright, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, swaying slightly before he shuffled toward the massive floor-to-ceiling window. Outside, rain streaked the glass, city lights shimmering in the puddles below like molten gold and silver. He pressed his forehead to the cool pane, sighing at the brief relief as the chill soothed his feverish skin.

Suppressants. He needed more suppressants badly. Would they even work if he was already in heat?

Glancing around, he found the room frustratingly bare. No signs of Shadow, no stray bottles, nothing that could help. His gaze fell on the closet, and with heavy steps, he crossed to it.

When he slid the door open, he froze.

Inside, tucked neatly into a box, were his clothes from the first night he’d been brought here: ripped jeans, worn hoodie, scuffed shoes. And there, as if mocking him, was the very bottle of suppressants he’d tried to steal before. 

Lucky. Way too lucky.

He changed quickly, slipping into his jeans and lacing his shoes with trembling fingers. He didn't think too hard about why his things were in Shadow’s closet.. The hoodie felt suffocatingly warm just looking at it, so he grabbed one of Shadow’s white T-shirts instead. It hung loose over his frame, soft against his fur, carrying the faint scent of lavender and coffee that made his pulse spike for entirely different reasons.

It wasn’t much, but it was something.

As he adjusted the shirt’s hem, a faint shiver crawled up his spine, not from the cold. He couldn’t shake the sense that something was… off. Like the air in the room had shifted, heavier now. The hairs along the back of his neck prickled, and for a moment, he could swear he saw movement reflected in the rain-slicked glass, just a flicker, like a shadow slipping away.

He told himself it was nothing. The fever. The heat. His mind playing tricks. 

Sonic downed the entire bottle of suppressants in one go, grimacing at the bitter aftertaste before shoving the bottle into his pocket. He knew he wasn’t supposed to take that many, but slowing down wasn’t an option. Rest wasn’t an option. His body, however, clearly disagreed with every clench of his stomach, each step reminding him of his slick coated thighs, every pulse of the pounding in his skull, every wave of heat rolling off his fur told him it wanted him flat on his back.

Still, he pushed to the window, pressing a palm to the cool glass.

“Maybe Rouge was right,” he muttered under his breath. “I shouldn’t go running off…”

But his sigh caught halfway out when his gaze swept the rain-slick streets below. Even from the second story, the movement caught his eye a flash of red and black.

Shadow.

His heart leapt, heat surging through him in a wave that wasn’t entirely from the fever. Go to Alpha, something deep inside urged, sharp and insistent. And for once, he didn’t fight it.

He bolted from the room, practically flying down the stairs. The lounge blurred past until a hand clamped onto his arm, jerking him sideways. Rouge stumbled from the force of his momentum, eyes narrowing.

“Blue, why are you out of bed?”

“I saw Shadow! I gotta go!”

“Wait!” 

He tore free before she could tighten her grip, darting for the door.

The moment he burst outside, the downpour hit him cold needles soaking through Shadow’s shirt, plastering it to his chest. He barely noticed. His eyes scanned the street, catching movement at the edge of his vision, and he was off again, shoes splashing through shallow puddles.

Rain streamed into his face, but he didn’t care. Shadow was close; he could feel it.

Sonic cut through an alley, before darting into another side street. He wasn't nearly as fast as normal, his body felt sluggish. The flash appeared again black and red, just ahead. His chest tightened.

“Shadow! Wait!”

He turned sharply down one last alley. A dead end. The only way out was the street behind him.

His ears flicked at the low growl of a car engine pulling up somewhere behind, tires hissing on wet pavement. He ignored it, wiping rain from his eyes as he stepped forward. The silhouette in front of him was still, waiting.

Then, his heart dropped.

That wasn’t Shadow.

The figure stepped forward into the dim light, rain beading off a high-collared leather jacket. Black and red fur, lean but powerful, with sleek markings crimson slashing across his face like a mask, curling sharp along his limbs. A long, whip-like tail tipped in a spade lashed lazily behind him. His eyes were a piercing, hungry red, locking onto Sonic without wavering. He looked similar to Shadow however he definitely wasn't a hedgehog.

“Well… hello, little Omega,” he drawled, his grin sharp. “What are you doing out during your heat?”

Sonic’s pulse thudded in his ears. “I-I thought you were someone else.” His fingers curled into fists at his sides.

He tried to focus on the relief that there was no pheromone scent, none of that Alpha pull that could undo him right now but the way the stranger’s eyes lingered on him made it clear he didn’t need pheromones to be dangerous.

Eclipse’s grin, full of pointed teeth, widened at the flicker of fear in Sonic’s eyes. He stepped closer, boots splashing in the puddles, moving with a predator’s calm.

Sonic instinctively backed up only to feel the cold press of the brick wall at his spine. He had to fight the need to collapse.

“You’re trembling,” Eclipse murmured, head tilting. “Is it from the rain… or from me?” He began to move in a slow arc, his tail swaying lazily, crimson eyes never breaking from Sonic’s.

Sonic tried to steady his breathing, his ears twitching toward the sound of the car engine still idling at the alley’s mouth. “Look, I don’t know who you are, but you’ve got the wrong guy.”

“Oh, I know exactly who you are,” Eclipse said, his voice low, silky. “You're the one my brother has a fondness for.” 

Sonic blinked. “Brother…?” His stomach sank.

“Shadow,” Eclipse purred, tasting the name like it was something sweet. “And now, here you are walking right into my hands.”

“Like hell I am” Sonic’s instincts screamed to run, but Eclipse was already closing the circle, cutting off every angle of escape. 

“You should’ve stayed in bed, Omega,” Eclipse said, the soft amusement in his tone carrying something darker beneath it. “But lucky for me… you didn’t.”

The sound of footsteps splashing behind him made Sonic’s fur stand on end. He realized too late there wasn’t just one of them.

Sonic’s pulse hammered in his ears. Another set of heavy footsteps approached from behind, slower, deliberate. Whoever it was stopped just close enough that he could feel their shadow stretch over him.

Eclipse smirked, the glint of his sharp teeth catching the dim alley light. “Come along quietly, and I promise I won’t make a scene.”

Sonic squared his shoulders despite the shiver crawling down his spine. “Yeah? Well, I’m not really the quiet type.” He tried to dart left, but Eclipse moved like a striking viper, his gloved hand snapping around Sonic’s wrist with crushing force.

“Fast,” Eclipse mused, yanking him back, “but not fast enough with those shaking legs.”

Sonic twisted, kicking water up as he tried to wrench free, but his muscles felt slow and heavy. The heat was already eating away at his energy.

A deeper voice rumbled behind him. “Quit playing with him, Eclipse.”

“Patience,” Eclipse replied without looking back. His tail flicked sharply before he pulled Sonic in close, the cold leather of his jacket brushing Sonic’s overheated body. “He’s more… delicate than I expected.”

“Ill show you who is delicate! Let go!” Sonic snarled, baring his teeth.

Eclipse chuckled low, then in one smooth motion, he swept Sonic off his feet, literally hooking an arm under his knees and another around his back. “You really want to fight? Then fight me when you’re not swaying on your feet, little Omega.”

Sonic struggled fiercely, muscles tensing as he fought against the firm grip holding him. But Eclipse’s arms were like iron, holding him so tight it hurt, lifting him effortlessly toward the sleek black car waiting in the rain. The second figure covered by a jacket and a hat, moved silently, slipping forward to open the rear door without a word, an unspoken signal between them.

Cold metal clasped around his wrists, handcuffs locking tight before he even had a chance to react.

The rain hammered relentlessly, drowning out everything except the erratic pounding of Sonic’s breath. He could barely hear the dull slam of the car door sealing him inside the vehicle’s confined space. Eclipse slid into the seat beside him, the leather groaning under his weight as the car lurched forward, tires slicing through the wet streets.

Eclipse’s voice cut through the storm’s roar, low and disturbingly calm. “Don’t worry, Omega. You’ll see Shadow soon enough…” He leaned back, eyes gleaming with a dangerous glint. “…though maybe not the way you imagined.”

Sonic’s heart hammered in his chest, a storm of fear, anger, and something dangerously close to desperation swirling inside him. He forced his gaze onto Eclipse’s inscrutable face, searching for any hint of mercy. There was none.

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The car slipped silently into the shadowed parking garage beneath Doom Enterprises, the sharp echo of its tires bouncing off cold concrete walls. Flickering fluorescent lights cast harsh, intermittent pools of illumination, leaving stretches of darkness that seemed to watch them pass. The air smelled faintly of oil and wet asphalt.

Eclipse yanked Sonic from the back seat, the cuffs biting into his wrists as he dug in his heels. He resisted every step, dragging his feet and twisting in defiance. Eclipse’s lips curved in the faintest smirk before his patience wore thin. With a grunt, he hauled Sonic up effortlessly, slinging him over one shoulder like nothing more than baggage. The blue hedgehog’s fists pounded weakly against his captor’s back, but it only seemed to amuse him.

Sonic’s body betrayed him with every moment his muscles turning to lead, his heat spiking again. His trembling wasn’t just from the cold rain anymore, and he couldn’t help but wonder if Eclipse could feel every shiver through that leather jacket.

They entered a waiting elevator, its mirrored walls reflecting Sonic’s flushed, grimacing face back at him. The ride up felt endless, the hum of the machinery a low, oppressive note in his ears. Eclipse didn’t speak and didn't need to. His presence alone filled the space, sharp and suffocating.

When the doors finally parted, they stepped into a maze of sleek hallways, each one identical in its polished, soulless perfection. Sonic quickly lost his sense of direction as they took turn after turn, the sterile white lighting casting no warmth, only a sense of being deep inside something alive and watching.

At last, Eclipse shoved open a set of double glass doors, revealing a room that felt like a predator’s den disguised in luxury. It was a lounge with sleek modern furniture, dark leather couches, a bar of black marble, floor-to-ceiling windows showing the rain-slick skyline. Under other circumstances, Sonic might have admired it. It was a very strange place to bring a prisoner.

Instead, he was tossed carelessly onto the couch, the cushions barely softening the landing. Eclipse stood over him for a moment, eyes glinting like a predator savoring the way its prey squirmed. He didn’t rush, just watched, calculating, deciding exactly how he’d dismantle him.

Sonic lay curled on his side, wrists bound tight in front of him, his stomach aching from the heat flaring up again. His body betrayed him, trembling under the strain, a small whimper slipping past his lips before he could stop it.

Eclipse’s head tilted, slow and deliberate, like a predator savoring the moment before striking. “That sound… cute,” he murmured, crouching until his face hovered inches above Sonic’s. Crimson eyes swept over him sharp, assessing, uncomfortably knowing. “Are you miserable? Good.”

Eclipse inhaled through his nose, slow and deliberate, letting the scent coat his tongue. His expression twisted in faint disgust. “Sweet… citrus,” he muttered, voice dripping with mockery. “If I can smell it this strongly, the whole damn floor probably can.” His lip curled. “Omegas… I’ll never understand the hype. You are such trouble.”

Sonic curled tighter on the couch, wet shirt clinging to his trembling frame, thighs pressing together, tail wrapping close like a shield. “Ngh… it hurts…” The sound cracked out of him, half-whimper, half-admission.

“Oh, I bet it does,” Eclipse said, stepping closer. “You need an Alpha knot, don’t you?” His smirk widened with slow, deliberate cruelty. “I could have that arranged in five minutes.”

“No!” Sonic’s head jerked violently from side to side, eyes clamped shut. “Stay away!”

Eclipse scoffed, folding his arms as he loomed over him, shadow swallowing Sonic’s frame. “Don’t tell me you’re actually that loyal to an Alpha who hasn’t even claimed you,” he sneered. His voice dropped lower, carrying the slow, deliberate cadence of someone savoring a secret. “Fine… maybe you’d prefer something synthetic. Thick rubber, perhaps.”

His grin deepened, a predator’s smile. The thought of the blue hedgehog breaking, as he chased pleasure by fucking himself on a knotted dildo, pushed until the line between pain and pleasure blurred, was enough to make Eclipse finally understand the appeal others saw in him.

“I don’t… want anything from you,” Sonic bit out, each word strained through the heat clawing at him. His breaths came sharp and shallow, shoulders trembling. “Don’t touch me.”

Eclipse tilted his head, studying him with a calculating eye. Then something shifted in his expression, an understanding. “Wait…” His gaze sharpened, and the grin returned, wider this time, dripping with cruel amusement. “You’ve never had sex have you? You’re a little virgin.” He leaned in until Sonic could feel the heat of his breath, his voice a silken taunt. 

He chuckled low, a dark rumble that curled in the air like smoke. “Father will be pleased to hear I’ve uncovered something so… precious. As for your Alpha” his grin cut sharper, eyes glinting with malice, “I wonder which will break him faster: knowing his Omega was dragged away, or seeing you returned… marked, broken, and claimed by the highest bidder. The agony on his face will be a masterpiece.”

Sonic froze, every muscle locking as though Eclipse’s voice alone had pinned him in place. His breath faltered, catching in his throat before slipping out in shallow, uneven pulls. He didn’t speak, couldn’t. The words had sunk too deep, curling cold and heavy in his chest.

Shadow’s face burned in his mind, but instead of reassurance, it only made the ache worse. For a fleeting, gut-sick moment, he could see it, Shadow’s anguish, the ruin in his eyes. That thought hollowed him out, left his pulse hammering uselessly in his ears.

Eclipse let the words hang heavy, his smile curving sharper. “So, you see… you don’t have to want anything from me. Sooner or later, I’ll get what I want from you.”

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Shadow steadied himself as he stumbled into the brothel, fingers pressed tightly against his throbbing temple, happy that his abnormalities were back to being hidden. He paused at the bar, knocking back a shot with a grimace that barely masked his exhaustion. He’d spent the night hiding in the boutique he co-owned with Rouge, Gemstone remedies, he only had one more injection of the rut suppressor that dulled the maddening pull clawing at him. It, of course, was made by his father's company. He would have to deal with the bastard to get more. It was no easy task. When he returned, he’d managed to grab a shirt, gloves and make himself halfway presentable to be seen in public.

Rouge sauntered over, a sly smirk curling at the corners of her mouth. “So... you and Blue made up, huh?”

Shadow’s growl rumbled low and sharp. “No. Haven’t seen him. Not sure I want to.” He was still sensitive to the rejection, the feeling was raw, only urging him to drown it out with the burn of whiskey.

Rouge raised an eyebrow, eyes gleaming with mischief. “He ran out of here not long ago, saying he saw you. I just assumed you two talked.”

Shadow’s eyes narrowed, his irritation clear as he ran a hand through his messy quills. “I just got here.” The dark circles under his eyes made him look rougher than usual; he looked like he hadn’t slept.

Rouge glanced at the clock, then tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Handsome, he’s been gone for two hours…”

“Why do I care?” Shadow barked, the edge in his voice making Rouge flinch. “If he’s running around, I’m sure the Alpha he shared his heat with is more than happy to finish the job and drag him back.” His voice dropped to a hiss, fierce and possessive, the mere idea making his teeth hurt.

Rouge shrugged, a teasing smile playing on her lips as if she knew more than she was letting on. “He refused. I even offered to sandwich him between Knuckie and me, but the poor baby said no. He’s out there now, still in heat, chasing after your shadow.” She turned back to the bar, expertly mixing drinks for the waiting patrons.

Shadow’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean, chasing my shadow?”

“Well,” Rouge said, glancing at him from the corner of her eye while pouring a drink, “he said he saw you but clearly didn’t. He must be chasing some lookalike.”

“Lookalike...” Shadow muttered, facepalming as his claws scraped down his face. “Stupid. Fucking. Hedgehog.” A frustrated huff escaped him as he stormed toward the exit. He had to go visit his father. 

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Doom sat behind an enormous obsidian desk in his sprawling office, a room dripping with cold luxury polished black marble floors, walls adorned with abstract dark art, and a panoramic window overlooking the city skyline below. The flicker of distant neon lights seeped in, casting eerie shadows that danced along the leather-bound bookshelves. Compared to this, the sterile room Sonic had been held in felt like a child’s playpen.

His piercing, maroon eyes locked onto Sonic, fingers steepled in a calculating gesture. Despite the grand surroundings, there was something chillingly predatory about his presence. The faintest trace of a smirk tugged at the corner of his strange mouth, betraying an odd fondness for the trembling blue hedgehog before him.

But when his gaze shifted to Eclipse, standing stiffly at the side, it darkened instantly furrowing his brow, scowl tightening into a sharp line.

“Did you honestly think this was a good idea?” Doom’s voice was a low growl, carrying the weight of a storm.

“Well, Father, I just thought-” Eclipse began, voice tight, one hand flexing at his side.

“You thought what?” Doom’s reply cracked through the room like a whip. “That I’d be impressed you dragged in a weak Omega?” His tone dripped with contempt, every syllable designed to cut. He rose abruptly, the sudden movement making Eclipse’s shoulders twitch, and turned to stare out the wide window. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, until it felt less like hesitation and more like a predator deciding how best to kill.

“This isn’t just any Omega,” Eclipse said finally, forcing his grin back into place as his gaze slid from Doom to Sonic. “This is Shadow’s Omega, Mid heat.”

Sonic’s ears flattened, biting his lip.“But, he hasn't...”

Doom’s head tilted slightly, one brow arching. “Shadow… you say?”

In a slow, deliberate pivot, he faced Sonic again. “I assume,” he said, voice smooth as glass, “you were nothing but respectful with our guest. Omegas in heat are… delicate.”

The air shifted and thickened. Doom’s pheromones rolled out like a crushing tide, saturating the space until every breath felt drugged. Sonic swayed on his feet, his chest constricted; every inhale was molten and heavy, clawing at his ribs. The burning underneath his skin was nothing compared to the oppressive weight pressing him down, smothering even the smallest defiance. Instinct screamed at him to roll over, bare his neck, and yield to Alpha.

Eclipse’s smirk faltered. His arms stayed crossed, but his fingers dug hard into his own biceps as though bracing against something unseen. “He fought me,” he rushed out, the words brittle, eyes flicking away from Doom. “I had to rough him up a little, he-”

Doom’s fist slammed into the desk with a report that rattled the air and made Eclipse’s tail give an involuntary twitch. “Cut your sniveling.”

The sound detonated inside Sonic’s skull, making his vision tunnel until there was nothing left but those eyes sharp, unyielding, and locked entirely on him.

“Was he gentle?” Doom’s voice came soft now, deceptively calm.

Sonic’s throat worked as he swallowed, legs trembling violently beneath him. “U-um… N-no…” His voice was a fractured whisper, raw and barely carrying.

Doom’s gaze narrowed to lethal slits. “I see.”

Eclipse jumped in, eager to reclaim control. “I may not have been gentle, but it doesn't matter. This one is unmated and virgin, just ripe for the taking.”

Sonic gagged.

Doom’s head tilted slightly. “Virgin, you say?”

Eclipse’s smirk deepened, expecting approval. “We could auction him off to the highest bidder-”

The words cut off with a sickening crack as Doom’s backhand slammed into him. Eclipse hit the floor on his knees, clutching his cheek, his wide eyes darting up to meet the cold, unwavering disgust in his father’s face.

“You’re useless. Pathetic.” Doom’s voice was slow, deliberate, venom coating every word. “He won't be sold off carelessly, I already have far more suitable plans for this one. He is...special, and shall remain unharmed as long as there is....cooperation.” He let out a small devious hum obviously considering his future plan of action. “Take him to the business suite”

Sonic grimaced. He didn't like the sound of that.

“But-” Eclipse’s lips trembled, his protest thin and desperate. “I thought you woul-”

Another slap rang out, the sound sharp as a whip. Eclipse flinched hard, his eyes watering.

“Do as I say,” Doom growled, the words weighted like iron as he sat back down. “If you can’t follow orders, I’ll find someone who can.”

He leaned back into his leather chair, the throne from which he ruled without question, the shadows seeming to gather around him. “Now leave.”

“N-now wait a second… Eclipse said… I could see Shadow.” Sonic’s voice cracked, his breath uneven. One hand clutched at his stomach as he tried to stand, the lingering ache making it harder to tolerate.

Doom’s head tilted slightly, nostrils flaring as he inhaled deep, savoring the sharp spike of scent in the air.

A low, rolling rumble started deep in his chest not quite a growl, but heavy, resonant. Ancient. It poured over Sonic like molten iron, pressing down on every nerve, coiling around his instincts until his ears flattened hard against his skull.

“Kneel”

The words struck like a whip to his chest, igniting something deep and primal. Sonic’s breath hitched, throat tightening, as suddenly it seemed he didn't have control of his body. His knees slammed against the cold floor, legs folding neatly beneath him, tail curling tightly around his form. Every muscle stiffened, every instinct screaming to obey, to remain exposed, to stay exactly where he was placed kneeling, submissive, and utterly at the mercy of the command.

He’d never… never had this done to him before. He had heard rumors about Alpha commands but never had the misfortune of experiencing one. This was something older, heavier, almost terrifying in its certainty. 

Doom didn’t look away. If anything, he leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on the desk as though settling in to watch.

“Good,” Doom said softly, his approval cold and venomous. “That’s the proper response. One word from me, and you kneel. One breath, and you forget yourself. You couldn’t defy me if you tried.”

He let the silence hang, letting Sonic’s ragged breathing fill the room.

“That is what a true Alpha commands.” Doom’s gaze flicked toward Eclipse, his contempt sharpened to a razor’s edge. “A worthless beta-” the word dripped with disdain “-will never have this. No matter how loud he shouts, no matter how hard he tries… an Omega will never break for him like this. What you say means nothing, Your word means nothing. You are nothing.”

Eclipse’s jaw twitched, teeth grinding, the faint red mark from Doom’s earlier slap burning on his cheek below black fur.

Doom’s eyes returned to Sonic, his expression almost… fond once more, though the possession in it was unmistakable. “You feel that? That helplessness? That’s not fear. That’s your instincts choosing for you. A small taste of your future. As you were.”

Only then did he release the force, and Sonic sucked in a gasp, as if he’d been drowning. The trembling didn’t stop. The knowledge didn’t fade.

“Now leave me, and see to it that you’re…good to him,” Doom commanded, his voice laced with that suffocating, dark authority. “He’ll be joining the family soon enough.”

Sonic’s ears twitched, eyes darting nervously between the two of them. “W-what… does that mean?” His voice trembled, laced with confusion and a flicker of fear.

“Yes Sir.” Eclipse scrambled to his feet, his voice tight and defeated as he retreated. But before stepping out, he grabbed Sonic roughly by the arm, yanking him up hard enough to make him stumble. His glare burned with resentment, jealousy, and something even darker simmering underneath.

The cold hallway outside the office stretched long and empty, sterile fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. Eclipse’s grip tightened on Sonic’s wrist, dragging him forward like a prize rather than a captive.

“You seem upset...does he always treat you like that?” Sonic asked innocently enough however it seemed to set off the volatile darkling.

Without warning, Eclipse kicked a door open, the slam echoing down the empty hall. He shoved Sonic hard enough to send him stumbling into the dim, dust-choked room. Once, it might have been a conference space now it smelled of stale air and abandonment, lacking the luxury of the other rooms.

“Pathetic Omega,” Eclipse hissed, his voice dripping with contempt. “Can’t even keep your mouth shut for five minutes.”

Sonic hit the floor, scrambling awkwardly to his knees despite his bindings. This didn’t seem to be personally aimed at Sonic, but he felt he was most likely going to be the focus. Before he could find his balance, Eclipse’s hand slid beneath his jacket and came out holding a sleek, black pistol. The metal caught the faint light like a predator’s eye.

“Did you have that this whole time?!” Sonic glanced between the gun and Eclipse panicked.

Eclipse began to close the distance, angrily kicking the conference table over with a crash that rattled through the room. "You'll help me hurt him more than any bullet ever could

Sonic’s breath hitched. “Whoa… okay, buddy… maybe we just relax.” His ears flattened instinctively, heartbeat thundering in his chest.

Eclipse stepped closer, the muzzle tilting just enough to command every ounce of Sonic’s focus. Crimson eyes bored into him, hungry and cruel.

“You think you can just speak to me casually now?” Eclipse murmured, each word dripping with mockery. He took his time, leaning in close enough that Sonic could feel the warmth of his breath. “You are still a weak Omega. You don't get to look down on me.” His lip curled, eyes glinting. “News flash you’re nothing. The lowest of the low.”

Sonic’s lips moved before his fear could stop them.“Your father doesn’t seem to think so.”

The world snapped white as the pistol cracked against his cheek. Pain flared sharp and blinding, the taste of copper flooding his mouth. Sonic staggered, the urge to curl away almost overpowering but Eclipse didn’t give him the chance.

He crouched low, catching Sonic’s chin in one hand as the gun’s barrel traced up his jawline in a slow, claiming drag. “Bold,” Eclipse said softly, like he was amused. “You like pushing me, don’t you? Testing how far you can go before I decide to pull the trigger?” His smirk was razor-sharp, but his voice softened into something cruelly intimate. “I don't need an Alpha command. One word from me, and you’d be on your knees begging for mercy… and you’d mean it.”

Sonic’s heartbeat thundered in his throat, the icy kiss of the gun against his lips mixing with the oppressive heat building in his body. His voice came out shaky, barely more than a breath.

“Please… don’t.”

Eclipse’s grin widened, as though that was exactly what he wanted to hear.

Leaning in closer, Eclipse’s breath was hot against Sonic’s ear. The tension between them thickened a volatile blend of fear, desire, and something dangerously close to obsession.

Eclipse’s voice dropped even lower, the edge of cruelty melting into something more intimate, more possessive. “You don’t get to beg, little Omega. Not here. Not now.” His fingers dug into Sonic’s jaw, forcing him to meet his burning gaze.

Sonic’s breath caught, his body trembling beneath Eclipse’s ruthless grip. The cold steel pressed harshly against his lips. Every nerve screamed torn between the sharp sting of terror and a dark, confusing pull toward the overwhelming intensity bearing down on him.

“Suck it.” The command was icy, void of mercy. The darkling stood up now towering over the blue hedgehog.

Eclipse pressed the barrel harder against Sonic’s soft lips, his fingers digging into the fur of his jaw, forcing his mouth open. Sonic swallowed hard, heart hammering in his chest, every instinct screaming to pull away, but he was trapped.

Without hesitation, Eclipse slid the cold metal past Sonic’s teeth, letting it rest brutally on his tongue. 

Tears streamed freely down Sonic’s cheeks, hot and desperate, as the cold barrel pressed deep against the back of his throat. Eclipse’s grip tightened with savage precision, his thumbs digging into Sonic’s cheeks, forcing them to mold tightly around the unforgiving metal. Slowly, deliberately, he dragged the barrel in and out, each movement torturously calculated. 

His voice dropped to a venomous whisper, thick with cruel promise. “Yeah, you like that? I ought to make you swallow lead.”

Without breaking his hold, Eclipse shifted his leg forward, wedging it firmly between Sonic’s trembling knees. His hand left Sonic’s jaw, snaking into the soft quills at the base of his neck, yanking his head back with unyielding force. Slowly, torturously, he pulled Sonic’s tongue free, grinding the cold barrel along its length as he pressed his captive’s head firmly against his thigh.

“This is what an Alpha looks like...” A crooked, dark smirk spread across Eclipse’s lips as he watched the drool glisten and trickle down Sonic’s chin, staining the peach fur. The sharp click of the gun being cocked shattered the tense silence, eliciting a sharp, terrified whimper from Sonic, eyes squeezed shut against the overwhelming panic. Eclipse’s crimson gaze lingered hungrily, drinking in every flicker of fear, every trembling breath. That flushed, vulnerable, utterly broken expression he could get dangerously used to. In fact, it was more intoxicating than he’d expected, stirring a dark, twisted desire deep inside.

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Shadow stalked the hallway toward his father’s office, footsteps soundless but full of purpose. His fists clenched, teeth grinding with every step. Now he had to rescue the blue idiot only for Sonic to probably sneer at him in thanks. Brat. Shadow’s mind burned with irritation… yet that image kept intruding, the wide, terrified look in Sonic’s eyes. He wanted to crush it, to erase it, to feed the flames of his fury until there was nothing left but hate. He wanted to bury his affection for the blue hedgehog to keep it from festering into a wound. 

But it wasn’t working. The anger was there, yes, but underneath it… something raw, something far more dangerous. He let out a quiet, frustrated sigh. He could lie to himself all he wanted, it wouldn’t change the truth. He wanted Sonic but the blue hedgehog probably wanted nothing to do with him.

By the time he reached the door, he had locked every emotion behind a mask. Without knocking, he stepped into Black Doom’s office.

“You useless vermin, I told you to take him-” The venom in Black Doom’s tone evaporated in an instant, replaced with something smoother, almost fond. “Ah… my Alpha son. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Shadow folded his arms tightly, a grimace tightening his jaw. “I’m here for my staff, Sonic,” he said, voice clipped, eyes refusing to meet his father’s.

Black Doom’s eyes sharpened, catching the faint tremor beneath Shadow’s practiced indifference. The flicker of something unspoken the weight Shadow carried when the blue hedgehog’s name was near did not escape him. “You came an awfully long way for someone who is...’your staff’” Doom said smoothly, his tone laced with mockery. “You must be very fond of him.”

Shadow’s reply was cold, too cold: “He’s nothing but a pain in my ass.”

Doom leaned back, a slow, calculating smile curling his lips, one that never touched his ruthless eyes. “Oh, I think you care,” he murmured like a predator savoring the scent of weakness. “You just don’t want to admit it to yourself.”

Shadow’s jaw clenched tighter, but his voice stayed steady. “You’re imagining things.”

The elder Alpha’s chuckle was low and cruel. “Am I? You could have sent anyone to collect him, Yet here you are. That tells me more than you intend. He will be elated his Apna has saved him from torment.”

Shadow’s fists curled, nails digging into his palms. “If you’ve hurt him-...He is under my protection. Nothing more”

He stopped himself, the slip barely audible but enough.

Doom’s smirk deepened, sharp and merciless. “I do hope you become a better liar once you proceed me.”

The room seemed smaller now, the silence between them weighted with things neither wanted to say aloud.

Shadow didn’t give Doom the satisfaction of a reply. He turned on his heel, each step clipped and sharp, though his pulse thundered in his ears. His father’s words gnawed at him, burrowing under his skin no matter how much he tried to smother them.

The words followed him down the corridor, shadowing every step until he reached the long stretch of hallway.

A sharp gunshot cracked through the air, jolting Shadow’s attention like a spark to dry powder.

Back in the conference room, Eclipse laughed, smoke curling from the barrel now hovering beside Sonic’s face instead of inside his mouth. The round had gone off inches away, close enough that his ears were ringing so hard it drowned out his own choked gasp. The sound had been deafening, an all-consuming crack that left his head throbbing and his vision swimming, dizziness flooding him in waves.

“Oh, it got a little excited,” Eclipse mocked, voice dripping with dark amusement. “You must be really good with your mouth.”

Sonic sobbed, flinching hard as every nerve screamed from the sensory overload. His head still buzzed, balance tilting, but Eclipse’s grip was unyielding. The now-warm barrel traced a slow, deliberate path over his chest, dragging across his pectorals, then down the hard line of his stomach, the metal searing into his awareness with each inch it traveled.

Eclipse leaned over him, voice dropping to a poisonous purr. “Makes me wonder…” The metal nudged lower, circling his navel, pressing just enough to make Sonic’s breath hitch. “…how good the other one would be at taking it.”

Sonic’s entire body went rigid, his eyes wide and shimmering with panic as the barrel slid another inch downward.

His ears twitched at first, catching nothing but the sharp, hollow ring still gnawing at his skull. Then, beneath the shrill whine, a faint thump began to push through muffled, distorted, like it was coming from underwater. Footsteps. Each one growing clearer, steadier, until he could tell they were closing in. Only then did his eyes dare to leave the sight of the gun, shifting toward the doorway.

Shadow stood there, fists clenched so tightly his gloves were strained, eyes narrowing into a deadly glare. For a fraction of a second, his gaze locked on Sonic’s flushed, tear-streaked face and the trembling in his frame. A flash of heat anger, jealousy, something darker flared in his chest. Then his focus snapped to Eclipse. He was getting really tired of constantly stumbling in on Sonic in these situations.

“Get. Away. From him.” The words came out like molten steel.

Fear shattered in an instant, replaced by a light so fierce it made Sonic’s whole body buzz. He was breathless, eyes wide and sparkling, like Shadow was the axis around which his world spun.

Shadow’s eyes swept over Sonic, seeing fear turn to unadulterated joy at the mere sight of Shadow. For a heartbeat, the hard edge in his eyes softened. Relief, possessive and a protective need glimmered beneath the surface before he forced his usual stoicism back into place, though it no longer felt entirely complete. Would Sonic have that reaction for anyone coming to his rescue? 

Eclipse only grinned, gun still in hand, not moving an inch. “Oh? I was just demonstrating what real power is. Perhaps you would like a turn?” He moved to aim the gun at Shadow. Big mistake.

Shadow was on him in less than a breath, closing the distance like a flash of black lightning. Eclipse barely turned his head before Shadow’s fist connected with his jaw, the impact echoing through the room like another gunshot.

The weapon clattered from Eclipse’s hand, spinning across the floor. Shadow didn’t stop; he drove him back with another blow, then seized him by the throat and slammed him into the wall hard enough to rattle the glass.

“Touch him again,” Shadow snarled, voice guttural and shaking with fury, “and I’ll tear your arm off and shove it down your throat.”

Eclipse grinned through the pain, his lip split and bleeding.”Easy brother, Your inner monster is showing, you wouldn't want him to see it.”

On the floor, Sonic’s chest heaved in shallow, erratic breaths. His wide eyes met Shadow’s for the briefest moment fear and relief tangled together in their depths, something raw and unguarded that made Shadow’s stomach twist. He looked away sharply, tightening his grip on Eclipse’s throat to keep from thinking too hard.

“Oh, Alpha…” Eclipse rasped, smirking even with the lack of air. “Charging in for your little Omega like a knight in black armor. Bet he’ll be thinking about you tonight about how you looked when you wanted to kill for him, while you stuff him with your knot.” 

Shadow’s grip tightened until Eclipse’s feet barely touched the ground. “Keep talking,” he growled, low and dangerous, “and you’ll be spitting teeth for the rest of your life.”

Shadow’s grip only tightened, his arm trembling with the effort not to crush Eclipse’s windpipe entirely.

Eclipse coughed out a laugh, the sound rasping and cracked. Blood slid down his chin from the split in his lip. “You know…” he wheezed, eyes glinting with venom, “Its a shame you are the favorite when you are a slave the minute an Omega opens their legs”

Shadow’s jaw locked. “Shut your mouth.”

Something inside him flared white-hot. For half a second, he almost gave in to the urge to end him right there.

“Stop-” Sonic’s voice cracked from the floor, raw and desperate. “Just stop…”

It cut through Shadow like a blade. He turned his head just enough to see Sonic pushing himself upright, his arms shaking violently under his own weight. His quills were messy, his chest rising and falling in harsh bursts, eyes wide and wet.

Shadow felt something snap in him not anger, not exactly but he released Eclipse with a shove so forceful it sent him crashing against the wall.

Eclipse stumbled, coughing, but his laughter followed like a shadow. “Go ahead, Alpha. Take your little prize. He is all yours until Daddy demands otherwise.”

Shadow snarled. He didn’t look back at Eclipse again; he just crossed the room, grabbed Sonic’s arm, and hauled him to his feet. The blue hedgehog’s weight slumped against him, but Shadow held steady, jaw set like stone.

Shadow was practically dragging Sonic, the blue hedgehog stumbling more than walking whether from the haze of heat or the lingering shock of almost dying, it was hard to tell.

Using one of his spare quills, Sonic had at least managed to pick the lock on the handcuffs. It took him a few minutes, but finally his wrists wouldn't continue to be rubbed raw. Now, without them, he felt marginally safer though the brutal way Shadow’s grip bit into his arm left him far from reassured. His head was fuzzy, sluggish, the suppressants clearly wearing off.

Why was Shadow so upset with him? Sonic was more than happy to see Shadow. Especially since he looked unharmed and back to normal. 

By the time they reached the elevator, the air was thick with unspoken tension. Sonic swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. “I-I wanted to sa-”

Shadow’s gaze snapped to him, sharp enough to cut. “Save it,” he bit out, his tone colder than steel. “You’re a disaster waiting to happen. Every time I turn my back, you make it worse.”

The words slammed into Sonic like a physical blow. His jaw tightened, eyes flashing with hurt and disbelief. But beneath Shadow’s venom, his pulse thundered not with hatred, but with a suffocating, unspoken fear of losing him again. He didn't understand when this fondness for the blue hedgehog started to consume him.

Shadow’s gaze wavered, the sharp edge of his cruelty softening just enough to reveal the storm raging beneath. For a fleeting moment, vulnerability flickered in his crimson eyes, but just as quickly, he hardened again, turning away and staring down the cold hallway as if trying to lock away the doubt gnawing at his heart.

Sonic hiccupped, tears spilling freely now, his whole body trembling with raw, desperate fear. Upset Alpha. Alpha hates you. Bad Omega. His throat tightened painfully, chest aching with the weight of rejection. But something inside him refused to break. He closed the distance between them, arms wrapping tightly around Shadow’s rigid frame, fingers digging into him as he nuzzled close, seeking warmth and solace.

Shadow went rigid, his voice like ice. “Don’t touch me. You’ve made yourself perfectly clear you’re scared of me.”

Sonic flinched, but didn’t let go. “That’s not true,” he said quickly, voice breaking. “I wasn’t scared of you, Shadow. Not once.” His arms tightened around him, desperate. “You can push me away, insult me, tell me I’m reckless all you want… but I’m not afraid of you. I’m just… so damn happy you’re here. That you’re safe.”

The words landed like a gut punch, shattering the armor Shadow had wrapped around himself. No. Fuck. His teeth clenched so hard they threatened to snap, a growl bubbling from deep within his chest. The feeling in his stomach twisted, torn between pride and something far more vulnerable. Fuck, fuck, fuck. No. Don’t get your hopes up.

But his resolve crumbled like brittle glass, and in an instant, Shadow’s arms tightened around Sonic with fierce protectiveness, pulling him closer as if he were the most precious thing in the world. The heat of the moment burned between them, and Shadow cursed himself for being so weak, so utterly undone by this stubborn, relentless Omega.

They stepped into the elevator, Sonic refused to release Shadow, the doors sliding shut behind them with a heavy finality. The air between them was electric, crackling with everything they’d been holding back anger, fear, longing all tangled into something neither dared name.

Shadow’s gaze locked on Sonic’s, and for a moment, neither moved. Sonic’s breathing quickened, his pulse drumming in his ears, but he didn’t look away.

When their lips finally met, it wasn’t a collision but a slow, searing press, testing, searching. Sonic leaned in, answering the touch with equal intent, his fingers curling into the fabric of Shadow’s shirt as if to say don’t stop.

With a sudden shove, Shadow pinned him against the cold metal wall, his body pressing flush to Sonic’s as his mouth claimed his in a fierce, urgent kiss. Sonic gasped, the sound swallowed by Shadow’s lips, but his arms were already winding tighter around Shadow’s neck. His legs hooked around the Alpha’s waist, locking them together like he couldn’t stand even an inch of space between them.

Shadow’s hands gripped Sonic’s thighs, fingers digging in just enough to make the blue hedgehog shiver. Their kiss deepened, messy and consuming, tongues sliding together in a battle neither seemed willing to win. Shadow angled his head to get closer still, drinking in every ragged breath Sonic gave him.

Sonic’s fingers tangled in Shadow’s quills, tugging him down with a soft, desperate sound that made Shadow’s control snap further. His mouth left Sonic’s just long enough to trail down his jaw, teeth grazing the sensitive spot below his ear before returning to his lips in another searing kiss.

The elevator’s low hum seemed to fade under the pounding of their hearts. Every shift of their bodies only fueled the heat Shadow pressing him harder into the wall, Sonic rolling his hips subtly against him, each touch a wordless dare.

“Shads…” Sonic breathed against his mouth, voice wrecked, as if saying his name alone might undo him.

“Don’t start” Shadow growled, capturing his lips again, more demanding this time.

Neither of them were holding back anymore. Every press of lips, every hungry slide of hands, every breathless sound between them spoke the same truth they didn’t just want this. They needed it, like oxygen.

The elevator jolted softly, but neither of them cared. Shadow crushed Sonic harder against the cold metal wall, his tongue sliding against the Omega’s with possessive hunger. A low growl rumbled deep in his chest at the taste of him warm, intoxicating, entirely his. Sonic’s answering hum was shameless, vibrating between them as his fingers fisted in Shadow’s fur, dragging him closer like he couldn’t get enough.

The heat between them was molten, pooling low and dangerous. And in that moment, Shadow wanted nothing more than to take him right there, to claim him until Sonic’s knees gave out and his voice was hoarse from moaning his name. The thought burned through him like wildfire, every instinct screaming to mark, to bind, to own. It took every shred of discipline he had not to cross that point of no return. His claws dug into Sonic’s hips, holding him in place a heartbeat too long, savoring the feel of him before the inevitable interruption.

The sharp ding of the elevator reaching its floor shattered the moment. Shadow’s breath was still ragged as he forced himself to pull away, glancing down, taking in the delectable view of Sonic panting, flushed, his lips red and kiss-bruised, eyes glassy with heat. Reluctantly, Shadow let his feet touch the ground, but he didn’t let go. His hand found Sonic’s, locking their fingers together as if he couldn’t trust himself not to drag him back against the wall.

They stepped into the hallway, the cooler air doing nothing to cool the fire blazing between them. Shadow’s mind screamed restraint, but every brush of Sonic’s arm, every citrus-laced breath was a spark on dry tinder. He was one heartbeat away from shoving the Omega against the ground and losing himself.

Then Sonic stumbled, knees buckling. He caught himself on Shadow, head bowed, breath shuddering and that was when the scent hit. Sharp, sweet citrus, but thicker now, rich and intoxicating. It poured into the air, impossible to miss. Slick clung to the inside of his thighs, soaking through his pants. The suppressants were gone, and his heat had come back with a vengeance.

“Hedgehog, why are you-?” Shadow began, but the rest died in his throat as the pheromones slammed into him like a freight train. His pupils blew wide, claws flexing against Sonic’s hand. How the hell had he not noticed sooner?

Sonic’s voice was small, almost broken, threaded with a trembling whimper. “Suppressants… wore off.”

Shadow’s growl rumbled low, dangerous, layered with something hotter than anger. “You weren’t supposed to take them once your heat had started. No wonder you seemed so coherent. You will regret it.” His tone dropped deeper, rough and husky, each word heavy with restrained need.

Sonic’s gaze flicked up through his lashes, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. “…You thought I took...some random...Alpha’s knot? What were your words… you assume too much about me.”

Shadow’s ears pinned back, his eyes darting away for a moment, but the heat pooling in his chest betrayed him. “I’ve never seen an Omega so coherent mid heat otherwise.”

“I’ve never seen… an Alpha resist an Omega in heat,” Sonic whispered, his voice trembling as if each word scraped through him. His body was betraying him hips jerking forward on instinct, his knees threatening to give out once more, Shadow’s shirt clung to him damp from rain and sweat. He pressed tighter against Shadow’s chest, desperate for support, fingers curling into the rolled sleeves of his dressshirt to ground himself when everything inside him screamed to beg, to yield.

“I’m not an ordinary Alpha,” Shadow rasped, though his voice was shredded by strain. His jaw locked so hard the muscles jumped beneath his fur, fangs bared as if an inch away from biting deep into Sonic’s throat. His breath was harsh, every inhale a trembling battle as Sonic’s scent flooded his lungs.

Sonic winced as another wave of heat surged through him, arching his back before he forced himself down, holding tight to Shadow like his anchor. “It must be nice…” he whispered through gritted teeth, his ears folding back in shame and need. “Not being swallowed by it. You… you get to feel free. I can’t even trust myself right now.” His body betrayed him with every twitch, but he buried his face into Shadow’s chest, resisting the sob caught in his throat.

Shadow’s tail whipped violently behind him, a guttural growl rolling up his chest. His claws flexed against Sonic’s waist, digging just enough to make the blue hedgehog shiver, before jerking back like touching burned. His eyes glowing, his whole body trembling with the beast clawing for release. “You think freedom is this?” he snarled, breath hot against Sonic’s ear. “Every second I’m choking on your scent, fighting not to drag you down, not to claim you like instinct demands. You think that’s freedom?!” His voice cracked as he jerked forward, his lips brushing Sonic’s neck before he snarled and snapped his head away.

Sonic gasped, his heart stuttering, both terrified and aching at the same time. “Better than being treated like an object,” he whispered, voice small but edged in pain. “One sniff and they want to cage me. Breed me. I just…” He clutched harder at Shadow, trembling. “…I just want to be free. I want to choose.”

Shadow’s claws finally cupped the back of Sonic’s head, just grazing through his quills without forcing him closer. His breath shook as his lips hovered over Sonic’s ear, so close his words brushed hot against the shell. “…Then choose me,” he growled, voice guttural, ragged. “I will not cage you.”

Sonic whimpered, his lips parting, his thighs squeezing together against the ache between them. His breath hitched as he tilted his head, brushing his nose along Shadow’s cheek. “Then… prove it,” he whispered, daring, desperate.

Shadow froze, his whole body trembling like he was holding back an earthquake. “…Clarify,” he demanded, but his voice cracked, fangs grazing Sonic’s jaw before he pulled back with a snarl of restraint.

“Help me,” Sonic whispered, eyes half-lidded, voice heavy with heat and fragile need. “…With my heat. But not because I’m Omega. Because I’m asking you.” He pressed closer, lips brushing Shadow’s jaw. “Please… be my Alpha.”

Shadow’s forehead pressed hard against Sonic’s, his growl vibrating between them, his claws dragged slow, shivering lines down Sonic’s waist before stilling, restraining himself by inches. His crimson eyes blazed, flickering between beast and man as he whispered, “…Then I will. Not because instinct commands it. Not because of heat. But because you asked.” His lips ghosted over Sonic’s trembling mouth, not yet taking every ounce of restraint pulling him taut.

“You’re mine,” he breathed, ragged, hungry, reverent all at once. “My Omega.”

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Sonic bit his lip at that, heat pooling low in his belly. The way Shadow said it, the weight in his voice, the look in his eyes was enough to almost make him come right there. He was right, Shadow was anything but ordinary and chaos did Sonic want a taste.

They reached Shadow’s car, sleek and black, tucked away in the shadows of the dimly lit garage. Shadow opened the back door and guided Sonic inside, his touch firm, leaving no room for argument. The door shut with a solid click, sealing them in. 

The confined space turned suffocating in an instant Shadow’s scent clung to the air, rich and intoxicating, wrapping around Sonic like a velvet snare. His pulse thundered in his ears.

Sonic shifted restlessly on the leather seat, thighs pressing together in a futile attempt to ease the ache, the heat radiating off him almost palpable. His breath caught at the scent, his Alpha’s scent curling through his brain until it was all he could taste. Sonic's body trembled, chest rising and falling in sharp, shallow bursts, eyes heavy-lidded, lips parting with soft, unsteady gasps.

“Alpha… please...take me.” The words slipped out unbidden, raw and trembling, soaked in need.

Shadow moved in close, one knee sinking into the seat between Sonic’s legs, closing the distance until their breath mingled. His arms braced on either side of Sonic’s head, trapping him in place, every inch of him radiating barely restrained hunger.

“I won't be able to hold back,” he murmured, his voice low and edged in danger, though the weight of his scent said otherwise it poured over Sonic in waves, until there was no escape, no air, only him.

Sonic’s hands tugged at him, pulling him down until their lips collided again, messy and fevered. His thighs parted beneath Shadow’s grip, hips grinding up with a rhythm that made Shadow’s vision go black at the edges.

“Then Don’t,” Sonic gasped against his mouth, the word trembling but resolute. “I want it- want you.”

Shadow’s chest rumbled with a low, dangerous growl, the sound vibrating through Sonic’s bones. “You will be mine,” he rasped, even as his body betrayed him, pressing harder, closer.

“Yes,” Sonic breathed, tilting his head to bare the curve of his throat. “I’m yours.”

That was the breaking point.

Shadow’s control snapped like a frayed wire. He crashed their mouths together, teeth knocking, the kiss rough and greedy. His scent rolled over Sonic in thick, unrelenting waves as his hand dragged down the curve of Sonic’s quivering torso, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of his jeans, wretching them off enough to make the Omega’s breath hitch, as his pretty pink pussy was exposed to the crisp yet stagnant air. 

Shadow’s gaze darkened, heat pooling low as the sight hit him, Sonic wasn’t wearing underwear. Had he ever? The thought made a low, approving rumble curl in his chest. His Omega, bare and ready, without a single barrier between them… the notion was intoxicating. Yet his mind betrayed him with another image Sonic, just as inviting, but draped in red lace, a vision equal parts decadent and dangerous. He didn’t linger on the idea for long, not when the fruit in front of him was ripe for the taking.

Sonic’s mind was a dizzy blur of heat roaring in his veins, Shadow’s weight pinning him, every movement a spark that caught on tinder. The leather seat was cold against his back, but it might as well have been molten the way his body burned. Shadow’s tongue drove deep into his mouth, relentless, claiming, stealing every breath he had before returning for more. Each grind of Shadow’s hips against him sent another wave of that scent flooding his senses until he thought he’d drown in it.

Shadow could feel him shaking not from fear, but from desire. It coiled around him, tightening, dragging him under. The taste of Sonic, the small, desperate sounds caught between their mouths, it was maddening. He kissed him again and again, each one harder, hungrier, more demanding than the last.

Sonic finally pushed weakly at Shadow’s shoulders, breaking the seal between their mouths just enough to gasp, “Air…” His chest heaved, lungs straining as he tried to steady himself.

The plea only stoked the Alpha’s hunger. Shadow’s eyes narrowed, pupils blown wide, a low snarl vibrating in his chest. 

“You'll breathe when your Alpha says so” Before Sonic could take another full breath, Shadow claimed his mouth again, swallowing the sound of his surprise, his restraint hanging by a thread.

Sonic’s breath came in shallow, uneven bursts, his chest rising and falling as the heat in his body coiled tighter. The world tilted with the heady rush of their kiss, leaving him lightheaded, dizzy with pleasure. Shadow finally broke for air, but only to trail his lips down, brushing over Sonic’s jaw before lingering at his neck.

With deliberate care, Shadow unfastened the collar, the faint scrape of leather against skin making Sonic’s pulse race. His tongue traced over the now-bared scent gland, tasting him, breathing him in the intoxicating rush of citrus sunlight filling the small space until it was all either of them could feel. Sonic’s moan was unrestrained, loud, and trembling when Shadow’s mouth closed over that sensitive spot, sucking slow and deep.

Shadow’s hands slid lower, catching the hem of Sonic’s shirt, technically Shadows's shirt, pushing it up to reveal the warm expanse of his chest. His lips followed the path, worshipping each inch before settling on the swell of flesh, drawing it into his mouth with tender, savoring pressure. His tongue roughly danced around rosy buds until they were standing at attention.

A deep, rolling purr vibrated in Sonic’s throat, his fingers curling tighter into Shadow’s quills, keeping him close, silently begging him not to stop. 

Shadow’s lips and teeth traced possessive paths along his supple flesh, teasing his nipples, lingering long enough for each mark to bloom in vivid red. He nipped and sucked with deliberate hunger, sinking his teeth in, tongue swirling to lick up the blood leaving evidence that no one could miss. Proof of exactly who the blue hedgehog belonged to.

When he continued southbound, his breath was ragged, pupils blown wide as the last bit of crimson disappeared. The scent of Sonic’s slick filling him in its entirety. A low growl rumbled from him as he dipped lower, nuzzling into the heat between Sonic’s trembling thighs. His lips brushed over tender skin, kissing the outside of Sonic's wet pussy, before dipping his tongue into the folds. 

Shadow had wanted to savor Sonic ever since he’d seen that pink hedgehog put her hands on him. The memory alone had lit a slow-burning fire in his chest, but now he could taste the truth. Sonic was every bit as delectable as his scent promised. He could live between these thighs, surviving on slick, lust and each moan that slipped from the blue hedgehog as Shadow's tongue penetrated his pretty wet hole.

His ears twitched, catching each breathless whimper, each one a thread pulling him deeper into the haze.

With a low growl, he buried his face deeper, consuming every sound, every tremor, like a starving predator finally sinking its teeth into long-awaited prey. The wet, heated sounds of his mouth working against tender flesh mingled with Sonic’s sharp, gasping cries, each one stoking the frenzy that had been clawing at Shadow’s control.

He didn’t just want to taste, he wanted to brand, to drown himself in this moment until there was no part of Sonic left untouched by his claim.

“Aaahn...Chaos, it’s… it’s too good”Sonic writhed, his thighs instinctively trying to close, but Shadow snarled and forced them apart, claiming the space between them with raw dominance. His movements were relentless, messy, untamed, marking, tasting, and savoring until his scent and heat completely drowned Shadow’s senses. Every purr, every mewl Sonic made only spurred him on, dragging him deeper into that primal haze.

“C-can’t...ahhh, it’s driving me crazy…” Sonic’s head tipped back, a shudder rippling through him as his spine arched off the leather. His heels pressed hard into the seat, searching for leverage, for more. Every nerve felt strung taut, heat curling low as Shadow’s tongue thrust into him, relentlessly. It was hot, thick and wet as it massaged his insides. His legs shook, muscles tightening as his body went rigid, chasing that dizzying, consuming sensation only Shadow could coax from him.

“Oh… right there… that’s it...S-Shadow!” It wasn’t long before Sonic’s body gave in, as a rush of heat and euphoria tore through him. The world seemed to blur, his mind dissolving into pure sensation. It was so much more intense than anything he’d felt before. There was something more with Shadow, something primal and consuming, that seemed to slot perfectly into the very core of him, completing him in a way no one else ever had.

Shadow rose slowly, tongue sliding over his lips, then deliberately across the sharp gleam of his fangs as if savoring every trace of Sonic’s taste. Not a drop wasted. His glowing crimson eyes locked onto Sonic’s hazy emeralds, unblinking and possessive.

“How many times?” His voice was low, edged with something dangerous.

Sonic blinked, dazed in his aftershock, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. “Hmm?”

“How many times did the pink hedgehog make you come?” Shadow’s tone dropped colder, his authority coiling around the question like a chain. “Answer me, Omega.”

Sonic’s ears pressed flat to his head as a shudder rolled down his spine. “T-twice, Alpha…”

A deep scowl cut across Shadow’s features, his gaze burning hotter. Without another word, he lowered himself again, intent on erasing any memory of another’s touch. Determination radiated from him he would not be outdone.

Sonic’s head fell back with a gasp as Shadow’s tongue found him again, every nerve lighting up. “W-wait… ngh… Alpha… I-I want to taste you…” The words tumbled from him, heavy with need and a desire to return the favor.

Shadow paused just enough to let a slow, knowing smirk curve his lips. “If it pleases you…”

The offer left Sonic’s pulse stuttering. In a blur, Shadow shifted their positions, now beneath him, lying back, drawing Sonic forward until he straddled the Alpha’s face. The tips of Sonic’s ears flushed a deep crimson, his embarrassment mixing with the heady heat coursing through him.

“Sit,” Shadow commanded, claws curling into blue hips with firm intent.

“Wha- wait… I… I can’t… how will you...uh breathe? How-”

"I don’t care if it’s my last act on this earth, you will give yourself to me, all of you. Sit.” Shadow interrupted, his voice a growl of pure possession.

He pulled him down without hesitation, sealing his claim with action rather than words.

“All of me…” Sonic breathed, the words melting into a moan as Shadow’s mouth claimed his pussy once more.

His teeth caught his lower lip, body rocking to the rhythm of Shadow’s movements. For a moment, he let himself be carried by it, content to simply ride Shadow's tongue as it fucked into him. But no… he wouldn’t just sit here. Not with the way his Alpha’s presence ignited every nerve in his body.

Half-lidded eyes trailed down to the obscene outline pressing against Shadow’s pants. Heat coiled low in his belly at the sight. Slowly, deliberately, Sonic shifted until his body aligned flush with Shadow’s, the iron grip on his hips holding him firm, denying him too much movement.

Propped on his elbows, Sonic worked the buttons and zipper open with unhurried precision, savoring the act as though unwrapping a gift meant only for him. The scent of his Alpha hit him like a wave, sharp and intoxicating, making his head spin and his pussy clench around Shadow’s tongue. 

Beneath the fabric, the hot muscle twitched when Sonic’s lips brushed over the faint damp spot. A moan escaped him as he pressed in closer, dragging his tongue across it in a slow, savoring stroke, humming at the taste that spilled onto his tongue salt and heat. 

Sonic slowly tugged his boxers down, just enough for Shadow’s Cock, the object of his longing to emerge. Instantly Sonic was captivated. It stood proudly, thick and red, ridged along its length with a bulbous knot at the base that drew the eye. 

The sight made his chest tighten, pulse racing. This was supposed to fit inside him? Shadow was huge. He mewled as he felt Shadow's tongue enter him once more. It felt like the thick muscle itself filled him completely, he was nervous and yet a little excited at the prospect of being split in half. 

He inhaled sharply, taking in Shadow’s musky, unmistakably Alpha scent, and it sent a shiver down his spine, immediately becoming drunk off it. His tail flicked uncontrollably, brushing against him as his mouth watered, every instinct roaring to get closer, to explore, to savor what was now his.

Sonic parted his lips, dragging his tongue along Shadow’s length, circling as best he could despite the large challenge. He lightly took the head in his mouth, sucking on it. He knew he wouldn't be able to get the entire thing in his mouth but he would try, little by little, sucking, covering it with his saliva as he bobbed his head, pulled up and down further more in an attempt to get more. It hit the back of his throat easily, making him gag. 

A low, approving groan from Shadow made his ears twitch, fueling his desire. He teasingly bucked his hips, eliciting another gag.

Sonic savored the tip, letting the warmth and moisture of his mouth coat it, working in slow, tantalizing motions. Every brush of his tongue and soft pressure of his cheeks drew a reaction, the flick of Shadow’s tail betraying delight.

Sonic realized Shadow was dripping copious amounts of what felt like slick. It was coating his skin and mouth, suddenly warming the area. The moment it touched him, a shiver bolted down his spine, his body already reacting before his mind could catch up. It was mouthwatering, intoxicating, laced with something that burned through him like liquid fire. Every drop seemed to pull him deeper into need, his mouth heating, his pulse pounding, an aching hunger blooming in his chest that demanded more.

He let his tongue dance and flick, savoring the strange warmth coating his tongue, while his hands moved instinctively, trying to mirror what his mouth couldn’t fully cover. Each motion was deliberate, measured, teasing, feeding the rising tension between them. 

For a first attempt, at least by Shadow’s estimation, he would demand an answer later, Sonic wasn’t doing half bad. The warmth of his eager mouth, the careful rhythm he kept, was intoxicating, tugging at Shadow’s patience and restraint. Every press, every flick of his tongue, felt heavenly, as if he instinctively knew how to push the right buttons.

Sonic’s eagerness to please was almost overwhelming. The faint, slippery residue coating his throbbing length only made each movement smoother, easier to respond to, each bob and tilt of his head sending waves of friction and delicious tension through Shadow. 

The ebony hedgehog had to resist the notion of shoving his cock all the way down Sonic’s throat listening to him gag on it. Every time he bucked his hips, he could hear it unmistakably making him smirk.

Perhaps it was the intensity of Sonic’s heat, the pent-up desire coiling in his body, or the way his pheromones hit with reckless abandon but Shadow felt the edge of his control fraying. The rhythm of Sonic’s mouth, the subtle hums and gasps that escaped him, each touch and pressure it all threatened to undo him, leaving him teetering on the brink. 

Shadow could feel Sonic’s legs trembling. He curled his lips, knowing just how close his Omega was, and the thought made his own body tighten with need. With renewed determination, he aggressively pistoned his tongue, while his thumb rubbed small circles on Sonic’s swollen clit, teasing, testing Sonic’s limits with every movement to bring him to the brink. What kind of Alpha would he be if he came before his Omega.

Sonic popped off Shadows throbbing cock with an obscene moan,The spike of sensation was sharp, delicious, and enough to unravel his focus entirely. He looked over his shoulder to see smirking eyes.“Ngh… not fair… Alpha… want… you to come,” he gasped, hands moving of their own accord, daring Shadow to surrender first.

“Never before my Omega,” Shadow growled, pausing just long enough to let the words sink in, his eyes dark with promise and hunger. Then, with a sharp, deliberate motion, he sped up, relentless in his pursuit, making sure Sonic could feel every second of it.

Sonic’s smirk returned, a spark of playful defiance in his eyes. “We… will see,” he challenged, fighting the desperate moans clawing their way up. 

Determined not to yield, He may not have experience on his side but he was determined. He used both hands now as he bobbed his head up and down testing the waters to see if he could open his throat enough to swallow Shadow’s cock whole. His left hand pumped with unrelenting rhythm, coaxing every shiver from the ebony hedgehog, while his right roamed greedily, kneading the supple, trembling muscles of his thighs.

The air between them pulsed with heat, thick with the weight of unspoken challenge. Every deliberate stroke, every bitten-back moan, every sly glance stoked the fire, each daring the other to break first. Their movements fell into a maddening rhythm, a shared current of need that tangled endurance with temptation.

Both hovered on the razor’s edge, breathless and straining, taut like a winding coil. Every nerve burned alive under the other’s touch, every flicker of expression searched for the telltale crack that would mark surrender. Neither would yield… but both were perilously close.

The minutes stretched unbearably. The rhythm between them was perfect and dangerous, each movement a calculated test of endurance. Every flex of Shadow’s tongue made Sonic’s body twitch, every roll of Sonic’s wrists sent a subtle hitch through Shadow’s breath. They were locked together in a cycle of give-and-take, a dangerous, unspoken dare that only one could win.

Sonic’s body betrayed him first. His thighs quivering no matter how hard he tried to hold still. His breath caught on a gasp that was too loud, too raw. Shadow’s eyes narrowed in triumph before pushing him mercilessly over the edge pressing deeper, faster, until Sonic’s voice broke into a strangled moan. His back arched as the rush consumed him, the world narrowing to heat, pressure, and the overwhelming, dizzying crash of pleasure. His grip on Shadow’s thighs tightened helplessly, fingers digging in as tremors wracked his frame.

That was all it took. Shadow’s composure cracked in an instant, the molten pull of Sonic’s voice muffled around his cock and the way he clung to him unraveling his last threads of control. The tension inside him snapped like a drawn bowstring, flooding his senses with blinding relief. His breath came in low, guttural bursts, body going rigid before melting against the weight of release. Shadow rocked his hips as he spurt cum down Sonic’s throat, who eagerly swallowed it, savoring the taste with a low moan. 

They stayed pressed together, breath ragged, hearts hammering in perfect sync. 

Sonic slowly pulls off Shadows cock making sure to clean every but of cum off of him like a good Omega should.

Sonic shifted to face him, now fully on Shadow’s chest, molding himself to the Alpha’s hard frame. His fingers dug greedily into Shadow’s soft chest fur, teasing over taut muscles as his lips traced a torturous path up Shadow’s neck, nipping, sucking, and leaving wet, heated trails. A low, needy purr vibrated through him, making Shadow’s resolve shatter just a little more.

Shadow’s hands gripped Sonic’s hips, tugging him closer even as he tried to reason. “We… should get back,” he muttered, voice strained, though the heat in his chest betrayed him.

“No… Alpha...Knot me… mate me,” Sonic whispered, rolling his hips against Shadow’s firmly, grinding in slow, tantalizing circles. His lips traced the sensitive line of Shadow’s jaw, brushing and teasing with deliberate precision.

Shadow groaned, fingers digging into Sonic’s sides. “You’re insatiable…” he muttered, but his hips pressed up to meet Sonic’s movements anyway, sliding, rolling, refusing to be ignored. “We can’t… not here…”

Sonic arched into him, teasing, coaxing, dragging the Alpha closer to the edge. “Why not?,” he murmured, lips brushing Shadow’s ear. “I need you, Alpha. I want you. Now.”

Shadow’s control snapped. Claws dug into blue hips pulling them flush against his. He rolled against Sonic’s grinding hips with deliberate insistence, rutting his length against Sonic’s mound, sending sharp, heated gasps from the Omega beneath him.

“Alpha…” Sonic’s voice trembled with want, fingers tangling in Shadow’s quills as he pressed, rolled, and teased, his hips moving in sync with Shadow’s as his slick coated the thick appendage. “Knot me… I’m yours. Take me…”

Shadow growled low and deep, lips capturing Sonic’s in a searing, possessive kiss. “You’re mine… every inch,...” he murmured against his lips before pressing harder, letting the friction of his rutting length rub through Sonic’s sensitive folds. He knew he needed to get them to a more private place then the back seat of a car but his Omega was making it so difficult.

Sonic shifted, straddling Shadow, grinding his pussy against Shadow's length while his hand massaged the tip, smearing pre and slick. He bit his lip, letting a slow, knowing smirk curl across his face as his eyes locked with Shadow’s, dark and hungry. “Alpha Breed Me,” he murmured, voice low and teasing, letting every movement and glance speak the desire he didn’t need words for.

Shadow’s chest rose and fell with a ragged rhythm, heat and restraint warring behind his eyes. The space between them crackled, each second stretched with tension, every subtle touch and glance an unspoken promise of what they both wanted.

Did Sonic even want hoglets? Did Shadow? Fuck. Who cares! His Omega demanded to be bred and by chaos he would.

Suddenly, both car doors slammed open with a deafening crash. Rough hands shot in from either side, yanking the hedgehogs out violently. Sonic let out a sharp, surprised whine, tumbling off balance as his body was wrenched away from Shadow. Shadow’s growl ripped through the air, low and dangerous, his claws flexing instinctively as he fought against the sudden grip, muscles coiling to spring.

The world seemed to tilt violently around them, the metal of the car screeching under the sudden movement. Sonic’s heart raced, a mix of shock and defiance sparking through him, while Shadow’s eyes burned with raw, unrestrained fury, every instinct screaming to protect and retaliate.

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Both hedgehogs were wrenched from the car, the doors slamming back with a metallic screech. Shadow hit the ground snarling, already breaking free, while Sonic’s world spun as rough hands dragged him into the cold, oil-scented air of the garage.

Shadow slammed an attacker against the hood hard enough to dent the metal, crimson eyes blazing as he snapped his head toward Sonic. He should have known they were going to come after them. “Let him go!” The command ripped from his throat, guttural and dangerous, carrying enough menace to freeze even seasoned men.

Sonic fought, but his body betrayed him. His legs kicked weakly, arms twisting against the iron grip on him. His mind screaming that he needed to try harder but his body betrayed him. Heat throbbed through every nerve, slowing him, unbalancing him. His breaths came ragged, ears ringing as panic swelled in his chest.

“Shadow...Fuck...I can't...” His cry broke, raw and desperate realizing he couldn’t break free. 

The sound cut through everything. Shadow’s gaze locked on him, and fury ignited. With a vicious snarl, he smashed his attacker’s head into the hood again before tearing himself free, claws raking, quills bristling, his entire body radiating lethal, unrestrained intent.

The attackers holding Sonic tightened their grip, one driving a brutal fist into his gut. The air tore from his lungs in a sharp cry, knees buckling as white-hot pain flared through him. They yanked him upright again, using him like a shield. His vision swam, but through the haze he caught it Shadow’s fury, twisted now into a flash of dread. 

“Black Doom requests your presence,” one of the men intoned, voice flat, almost trance-like, as cold steel pressed against Sonic’s ribs. The knife’s edge bit just enough to sting. Sonic hissed through his teeth as the sudden surprise of pain as he continued to try to pull free.

With a blur of quills and muscle, Shadow twisted on his heel, body whipping around with predatory precision. His leg arced high, the power behind it coiled like a spring, before snapping forward in a devastating spin kick. His boot connected with the attacker’s skull with a sickening crack, the man’s head whipping sideways as his body dropped like dead weight to the concrete.

His attention quickly divided between the other slowly approaching assailants and the sudden hiss of pain coming from his Omega. He slowly prowled forward, distracting them enough for Sonic to kick out his legs, knocking the knife from their hands. 

Sonic managed to wedge one arm free only to have the second assailant yank him tighter, arm crushing around his chest, cold metal pressing to his temple. The click of a gun hammer pulling back rang out, sharp and final. Sonic’s breath stuttered, heart plummeting. “Ah...O-okay...chill out”

Shadow’s growl echoed through the garage as he made quick work of another attacker, the subtle click making his ears twitch. 

In that instant, another figure slid in behind him. A glint of steel flashed in the dim light.

Shadow spun, snarling, claws ready to tear but too late. The sting of a needle sank deep into his shoulder.

A roar tore out of him, the sound rattling the walls. His crimson eyes burned with fury as he drove his elbow back, slamming into the attacker’s ribs with enough force to send the man sprawling across the concrete. But the triumph was short-lived. A sickly fire spread through his veins, scorching and sluggish, each breath heavier than the last.

“Shads?! Are you okay?” Sonic’s voice cracked, desperation bleeding through as he struggled against the one restraining him.

Snarling, Shadow forced his body forward, defiance incarnate. Every step was a battle, muscles locking, joints stiffening under the drug’s cruel grip. Still, he staggered, each movement born of raw willpower. His gaze never left Sonic, teeth bared in a furious promise.

But his knees finally buckled. The weight of the toxin crashed down, dragging him to the pavement. He hit hard, quills bristling, body convulsing as he tried to rise again. His crimson eyes remained locked on Sonic, blazing even as his vision narrowed.

“Sedate him again...” Eclipse’s voice barked. More shadows moved in, rifles trained on him as another syringe plunged into his arm. “Of course you would resist a drug even if it was made personally for you, ever the overachiever.” He clicked his teeth disgusted as he staggered forward, obviously still injured from his earlier beating upstairs.

“S-Shadow…” Sonic’s voice cracked, soft but shaking, barely more than a whisper in the chaos. His body was tense in his captors’ grip, struggling against them but without his usual fire every motion small, restrained, as though fear itself was tightening its hold on him. His wide eyes followed Shadow, pleading silently, panic simmering beneath the surface but held in check.

Shadow’s head turned toward that voice, crimson eyes dimming as the world blurred. A clawed hand reaching for his Omega, for the sound anchoring him before the strength finally bled from his body.

Cold hands seized him. The last thing he saw before the dark swallowed him whole was Sonic, still held fast, trembling but silent, lips parted like he wanted to cry out and couldn’t.

Then everything slipped away.

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Sonic shuddered, curling his arms tight around his stomach, doubled over in pain, wearing nothing but Shadow’s damp white t-shirt. Every nerve was on fire, his body rebelling not just from the flood of suppressants that had utterly failed, but from the absence of an Alpha’s knot, which his body screamed for. “...It hurts so much,” he whimpered, voice trembling, body slick with need, heat pooling between his legs and dripping onto the floor. He felt fragile, desperate, every ache twisting into a mix of panic and raw hunger that made him want to cry even as it throbbed uncontrollably.

Their captors didn't even need to restrain him as his body was doing a much better job of keeping him pliant. 

The rational part of Sonic’s mind was slipping, smothered beneath the primal haze clawing at his senses. Not one, but two Alphas saturated the air with their pheromones, heavy and intoxicating, drowning him in instinct. His heat gnawed at every fragile scrap of reason he had left, yet he knew, this was the worst possible moment to lose himself.

Shadow’s breathing tore through the silence, ragged, animalistic. He hadn't stayed sedated long however it was running wild through his system. Each growl rumbled deep, as their assailants struggled to hold him tight. 

Darklings they were, not too far off from Eclipse but obviously without as much free will. Black arms brutes who were essentially controlled to do the alien boss’ bidding. Their Mafia and business built on enslaved minds. Shadow wanted nothing to do with it.

His now barbed tail whipped violently, muscles coiled like a spring ready to snap, teeth bared in a silent, feral snarl. Even restrained, he lunged against his holders, eyes blazing with untamed fury and desperate need. Every pulse, every shudder of his body screamed: Stay away from Sonic. He’s mine. 

Sonic’s chest heaved, ears flattened, he couldn’t help but be aroused at the raw, feral display of his Alpha fighting for him. 

They were dragged into Doom’s office once more, the air heavy with cold metal and control, suffocating yet charged with the residual heat clinging to Sonic’s skin.

“I see Eclipse could barely handle a simple task, What a disgrace,” Black Doom’s voice sliced through the haze, each word laced with venom and delight. “But you… you will not disappoint me. Already so protective, so desperate to guard your mate. A prime example of a good Alpha.” His gaze flicked between Shadow and Sonic, lingering as he inhaled, almost savoring Sonic’s citrus scent, a low growl rattling his chest. “Do you remember how much you fought me earlier? Where is your resolve now?” 

Doom’s mocking, cruel words only fanned the fire between them, making Sonic’s pulse spike and every nerve scream for his Alpha. He locked eyes on Shadow as if trying to convey a silent message.

Shadow’s third eye flared, locked on to Black Doom as if challenging him. “Release us,” he demanded, voice low and commanding, no question in it only authority tempered by raw, restrained rage. 

Sonic’s ears flattened, heart hammering, eyes glued to Shadow. Inhaling the pheromones suddenly his mind was empty except for his Alpha. His lips parted, tongue wet, the sight of those fangs, the feral flare of muscles and tail. Gaia, he wanted them, needed them, craved the touch and dominance of the ebony hedgehog now more than ever. Every shiver of Shadow’s body, every low growl, drew a needy whine from him, betraying his helpless, aching desire even as his mind screamed to stay composed. He couldn’t focus on that, not when the enemy was so close.

Shadow tore his gaze away, squeezing his eyes shut as if the act alone could cut through the pull of his father’s influence. “You think this will make me bend? That dangling power, lineage, will make me consider being your heir?” His voice was a growl, sharp enough to cut. “I refuse. I will always refuse. You want a puppet? You already have one. Your other son, your obedient Eclipse is more than willing to crawl for your scraps.” His lip curled. “No matter how revolting.”

Black Doom only sneered, his tone cruelly calm, like a teacher correcting a slow pupil. “Rules of business, Shadow: always read the fine print before you sign. Know your enemy, and never waste leverage.” His gaze slid toward Sonic.

The command was sharp, absolute. “Come here, Omega.”

Sonic’s body lurched forward before his mind could catch up, obeying the Alpha command without question, terror flooding his wide emerald eyes. “N-No stop!” His voice cracked, strained, even as his feet betrayed him, carrying him toward the massive obsidian desk. Each step forward like he was walking into a nightmare he couldn’t wake from.

“Don’t you touch him!” Shadow roared, his eyes snapping open, blazing crimson. He lunged forward, struggling against the darklings who forced him down. The muscles in his arms bulged, every fiber straining, fury rolling off him like heat. Two more came to hold him down. His gaze locked on Sonic, helplessly advancing, and he bared his teeth. “What are you doing?!”

“Leveling the playing field,” Black Doom said smoothly, his voice like oil coating every word. His attention returned to Sonic, who stood frozen before the desk, the fear shaking him down to the marrow. His small frame looked breakable under the weight of Doom’s will.

“Now…” Doom’s grin widened, his voice cut sharp and commanding. “…Bend over and present.”

The command was cruel, and Sonic’s body betrayed him before his mind could catch up. He bent over the cold desk, chest flush against the hard surface, straining to look at Black Doom, who loomed impossibly close. His arms braced on either side, legs spread, tail rising from a submissive curl to a tense, alert line, his swollen glistening pussy utterly exposed in front of Shadow. Every movement screamed vulnerability, heat, and raw, desperate need.

“Leave him out of this. Your quarrel is with me,” Shadow hissed, crimson eyes flashing, a low growl vibrating from deep in his chest. His jaw tightened, tail lashing behind him, every instinct screaming to protect, to pull Sonic out of harm’s way. His father’s tactics using others to manipulate felt pathetic, enraging.

“On the contrary,” Black Doom said smoothly, leaning closer, voice venomous. “As I’ve said, I will have an Alpha heir. No matter what it takes.” His hand reached forward, petting between Sonic’s blue ears like he was a pet. “He won’t care who guides him through his heat… as long as he gets knotted.” A cruel, knowing smile played across his face, clearly intended to taunt Shadow.

“Speak for yourself, motherfucker-” Sonic’s sharp protest cut off as his face pressed harder into the desk, ears flattening, trying to pull away from Doom’s touch. He trembled, body aching, teeth clenched in tension as his instincts warred with his mind he was ready, willing, yet utterly terrified.

Black Doom’s eyes narrowed at the trembling hedgehog. “They are so needy when in heat,” he said, voice a low, measured threat. “Stimulate Yourself”

“Agh NO not th- ahmnm... ” Sonic’s protest faltered, breaking into a sharp gasp as an uncontrollable shiver ran through him. His hand moved of its own accord, slipping between his soaked folds, rubbing small circles against his swollen clit. His body betraying him, allowing a moan to escape his lips, raw and breathless. 

Shadow’s entire body was rigid, claws flexing, eyes lustfully locked on the blue hedgehog, at the same time straining against ripping his father to shreds. He could, but not before Sonic would suffer for the attack. With Sonic’s weakened state, he was at the mercy of Black Doom's Alpha commands. “I will yield. I will take over the business,” he growled, voice low and dark, though every fiber of him seething at what Doom might make Sonic endure. His gaze never left his Omega, burning with feral intensity and protective heat.

Doom chuckled, undeterred. “You say that, yet it is only an attempt to placate me. Words are cheap, Shadow. Prove you mean it.”

Shadow’s eyes widened, rage coiling around the heat rising in his body, every instinct snapping forward, yet he held himself back with sheer willpower, fighting his own instincts and his father's mind control threatening his sanity with every moment they locked eyes. “I’ll kill you,” he snarled, voice sharp and lethal, the kind of threat that promised blood and he meant every word.

“Shadow...” Sonic shivered, face pressed into the cold desk, drooling as his eyes rolled back in his head. His hips jerked instinctively against the surface, chasing the relentless wave of sensation coursing through him. Soft, helpless whimpers spilled from his lips as his fingers worked vigorously. 

“Must you make everything so difficult?” Black Doom’s tone was a mockery of patience, every word laced with venom. He rose smoothly, unbuttoning his suitcoat, each snap of fabric deafening in the heavy silence. The slow slide of leather as he tugged at his belt echoed like a threat, deliberate and suffocating. The subtle meaning was not lost on the hybrid.

“STOP!” Shadow’s voice cracked the air, fury burning through him. “Name your terms!”

Doom tilted his head, smiling cruelly. “Very well. Breed him. Mate him. Give me an Alpha heir, and I will leave you both alone” His eyes glowed faintly as his gaze slithered between them, feeding on every reaction. 

Sonic’s body quivered, traitorous, his heat dragging shivers across his frame. Shame and hunger tangled in his throat, and he bit down hard on his lip, his own hand bringing him closer and closer to release, while his instincts screamed to obey, his mind screamed to stop.

Shadow’s chest heaved, eyes wild, his fangs bared as he fought the primal surge that clawed at his veins. His Omega, his Sonic, displayed, shivering, scent thick with desperation, and every breath was a tormenting invitation. Mate him. Breed him. Everything Alpha instincts screamed for. 

Doom’s smile only widened, savoring the war unraveling before him. “Otherwise…” His hand ghosted across the desk, claws tapping just inches from Sonic’s flushed cheek. “…he will be reduced to nothing but a broodmare for the Black Arms. Used. Emptied. Knotted again and again until his body forgets who it truly aches for. Even if he attempts to escape...” A dark chuckle fills the silence. “You are very familiar with how we have ways of finding people.”

The words slid like venom into the air, and Sonic whimpered, heat-drunk and trembling, his glassy eyes shimmering with helplessness. Shadow’s growl deepened, low and feral, each breath dragging him closer to breaking point. Every restraint, every ounce of his iron will, frayed against the image of Sonic so vulnerable and the threat that hung above him like a blade.

Shadow’s gaze locked on Sonic dilated pupils, body rigid as he fought the instincts clawing through him. His ears twitched at Doom’s words, terror flickering beneath the haze of desire. And Shadow… Shadow’s chest burned with regret. That second option was no option at all. He would be damned before allowing Sonic to be reduced to a prisoner of lust and breeding.

But the thought struck him, cruel and cutting: wasn’t that how they had first met? Was he any different from his father, forcing choices under pressure? The guilt churned inside him, nearly as suffocating as the pheromone-laced air. Sonic had at least chosen him, given consent and trusted him to see him through his heat. Maybe he could find a way to endure it, to protect him without binding him with a mating bond. 

Still, it was impossible to think with Sonic’s moans flooding the room, each one torn between pleasure and resistance, echoing against the cold walls like a siren’s call. His body so close to Shadow’s reach, every shiver and twitch drawing Shadow deeper into the ache pounding heavy in his veins.

“Sh-Shads… Please just-” Sonic rasped, voice shredded with desperation, but Black Doom’s cutting tone severed the plea.

“No interruptions” Doom purred, savoring every second of their unraveling. “Let the beast decide.”

The word beast seared Shadow’s pride, and yet, in that moment, he stilled. Seems as the caring father act has finally dropped. The twisted agenda rearing its ugly head. His eyes locked with Dooms once more, that was all it took.

A long, sharp breath left his chest as he deliberately relaxed, muscles unwinding like coiled steel finally released. As if on cue, the darklings withdrew, his surrender no longer worth their restraint. 

Now free from restrictions, it made one crucial thing apparent. There was nothing stopping him from taking his omega as his own. Suddenly his father wasn't his biggest concern, the Omega needs his Alpha, that is why he is presenting so beautifully isn't it? Wait...No. They need to get out of here. Mate him. Breed him. Shadow's mind swam with thoughts he wasn't even sure were his own. 

Shadow’s lips curled into a snarl, his crimson eyes broke the contact once more. His voice was low, shaking with restraint. “He deserves more than to be used for leverage in whatever sick game you are playing” It was difficult to fight his father's control when his instincts wanted the same thing. He was sure the sedative had weakened his resolve as well. “He doesn't want that” 

“How about you ask him? He will just beg you for your Knot. He should be honored to sire an heir for the black arms.” Doom’s smirk deepened, relishing his puppetry.

“You know what I am going say, you piece- Sonic tried, but his words were ripped from him mid-breath.

“Omegas are at the mercy of their Alphas. Our word is absolute. I can make him want it. I can make him do anything. Observe. Cum, Omega,” Doom commanded as his eyes locked on to Shadows' third eye.

The effect was instant and brutal. Pleasure tore through Sonic like fire igniting his veins, so sudden it crossed into pain. His body seized against the desk, back arching sharply, a strangled cry spilling past his lips. Drool dripped from the corner of his mouth as his eyes rolled, glassy and wild, while his hips bucked helplessly against the cold surface. It was release, but not the kind he needed empty, raw, forced from him like a cruel joke. His voice broke into fractured whimpers as the tremors left him unsatisfied, his body aching still, every nerve screaming for more while his soul recoiled from the violation of command.

Shadow’s growl rumbled low, darker than before, rage and lust colliding inside him. Watching Sonic’s climax torn from him, half-pleasure, half-torture, only solidified one truth: He was his and no one would take him from Shadow. He felt like his mind was suddenly pushed over the edge.

“LEAVE HIM ALONE!” Shadow roared, voice breaking into something feral. His wings burst from his back in a violent surge, the black, fleshy appendages flaring wide with jagged red veins pulsing across them. They slammed down on the desk, the sheer force splintering wood as he caged Sonic in, shielding him from Doom’s reach.

But he didn’t stop at defense. With a guttural snarl, Shadow lashed out. His wings hardened, edges gleaming with lethal force as he swung them like twin scythes. The first strike carved a deep gash through the support beam beside Doom, sparks spitting from the exposed metal. The second slammed into the floor, the impact cracking the tile and shaking the room like a small quake.

Shadow loomed forward, every muscle quaking with fury, scleras burning molten gold. His barbed tail lashed violently behind him, claws carving deep gouges into the ruined desk. “You will drown, choking on your own blood, if you dare command him again,” he spoke cold and clearly, his voice a promise.

Black Doom’s expression didn’t waver, at least on the surface. Even as Shadow’s hardened wings split steel and shattered the ground, he remained composed, crimson eyes gleaming with unnerving amusement.

“Magnificent,” Doom murmured, his tone almost reverent. “The Alpha I created… raw power, stripped of restraint. Protective. Possessive. Beautifully predictable.” He glanced at the cracked beam as if it were little more than a curiosity, then back at Shadow. “You cannot frighten me with what I gave you.”

He adjusted his coat with calm precision, standing tall in the storm of Shadow’s wrath as if he were untouchable.

With a guttural snarl, Shadow lashed out. His wings snapped forward like spears, slamming into Doom’s chest with devastating force. The impact cracked the wall he was shoved into, rattling the office as if an earthquake had struck. For the first time, Doom staggered, his coat whipping with the shockwave, crimson eyes narrowing with a flash of surprise.

Shadow didn’t hesitate. He seized Sonic, dragging him up against his chest, holding him tight as though he’d never let go. Sonic clung back instantly, arms locking around Shadow’s neck, burying his face into his chest fur. His trembling wasn’t just fear, it was heat, desperation, and the primal instinct to stay with his Alpha no matter what.

“Omega” Shadow growled low, wrapping his wings around them both before snapping them outward. With one brutal thrust, he shattered the office window, glass exploding outward into the storm. Wind and rain ripped into them, cold and biting, but Shadow’s wings beat hard, carrying them into the night sky.

“Wah don't let go!” Sonic cried against his chest, clinging tighter as the world fell away beneath them. 

“Hold on,” Shadow ordered, his voice fierce, unyielding. His grip only tightened, every beat of his wings fueled by sheer will, by the need to carry his Omega as far from Doom as possible.

Behind them, Doom straightened in the ruins of glass and stone. He placed a hand on the shallow mark Shadow’s strike had left across his chest, smearing a faint trace of his own green blood. And then he smiled, dark and hungry.

“Run, my son,” he murmured, watching their fading glow in the storm. “I'll see you soon”

Something was wrong with Shadow. His hand clutched his head, teeth bared as a guttural snarl tore from his throat. In a matter of minutes ascending turned into descending. They plummeted, wings snapping tight around Sonic, shielding him as they crashed hard into the overgrown rooftop garden. Stone cracked beneath them, plants shuddering from the impact, but Sonic was untouched, wrapped in the cocoon of Shadow’s wings.

“Shads?” Sonic laying on his stomach, peered over his shoulder, found himself frozen when Shadow’s wings pulled back. The ebony hedgehog crouched on top of him, claws digging into his skull, as if trying to claw out his own thoughts.

Sonic sagged against the ground, chest heaving. “Th-thank Chaos we’re outta there…Are you...feeling alright?” His words shattered into a sharp gasp as Shadow slammed his hands down on either side of his head, caging him in.

He let out a surprised yip, as world seemed to shrink, filled only with Shadow’s heat pressing against him, the grind of hard muscle and an unmistakable thickness rubbing insistently against him. A growl rumbled low, vibrating through Sonic’s very bones. 

“Sh-Shads…” Sonic tipped his ears curiously, his voice trembling as he dared glance over his shoulder. What stared back didn't seem entirely Shadow anymore, his scleras burned gold, pupils blown wide, and his third eye darted erratically, unable to settle. The trance-like hunger in his gaze was suffocating.

Shadow lowered his head, inhaling deeply at Sonic’s neck, his breath hot and wild. Then fangs scraped slowly deliberately over the tender spot of his gland. 

Sonic shuddered violently, his stomach twisting, as Shadow’s tongue dragged across it, slow and relentless, coaxing every nerve into betraying him. A broken gasp tore from his throat as Shadow’s hips ground harder, restless, desperate. Every motion carried intent, raw, primal, undeniable. Breed.

Sonic clawed at the grass beneath him, tearing shallow grooves into the dirt, his whole body quivering between molten heat and rising panic. Every deliberate drag of Shadow’s tongue over his scent gland sent lightning down his spine, his chest shuddering with ragged breaths. Terror tangled messily with want, and no matter how hard he fought it, his body betrayed him, burning, aching, begging. He wanted his Alpha so badly it hurt. But they were exposed, vulnerable, Black Doom hunting them. His mind screamed not now, while his heat purred yes.

“I-I’m sorry, Shads!” Sonic gasped, the words spilling broken, guilt-soaked. With a desperate surge he drove his elbow back, connecting with Shadow’s ribs. The grunt that tore from Shadow’s throat was sharp, guttural, enough to loosen his grip for a heartbeat. Sonic shoved forward, scrambling clumsily across the grass, heat and adrenaline warring through his veins. His legs were unsteady, his vision swimming, every step feeling too heavy. Still, he lunged for the rooftop door, praying, begging, it would open.

He never got the chance.

A blur of black and red swallowed him, slamming him down hard. The breath was driven from his lungs as his face pressed into the grass, dirt filling his mouth. He spat, coughing, only to feel Shadow’s weight cage him in completely.

Claws pierced the soil beside his head, quills bristling overhead, and Shadow’s hips ground against him with raw, punishing hunger. The low growl that vibrated through his chest wasn’t just sound, it was command, primal and unshakable, demanding his Omega submit.

Sonic’s pulse roared in his ears as he squirmed. How could he forget Shadow could absolutely keep up even before his heat. He could feel Shadow’s hard length, grinding against his pussy through the thin fabric of Shadow’s pants. He was sure they were covered in slick from how horny he was. “Sh-Shadow… please...we can't do this here,” he begged, his voice trembling, hoping that some part of the hedgehog he knew could still hear him.

But the only answer was a growl so deep it vibrated through his bones. Shadow’s breath was hot and ragged against the back of his neck, every exhale thick with a need that had shredded all restraint. 

“Shads, stop! Wait!” Sonic cried, but his words only fueled the storm. Shadow’s fangs dragged over his scent gland once more, sharp enough to sting, leaving the skin burning in their wake. Each lick was rougher than the last, his tongue coaxing, claiming, owning. 

Sonic’s tail was moved out of the way with little to no fight, his body betrayed him in every way possible. Heat made him pliant, desperate, his instincts singing even as his mind screamed for escape. His knees trembled, buckling beneath Shadow’s crushing hold.

Shadow’s snarl erupted into something low and clicking like a radioactive meter, reverberating deep in his chest. With rustling, Sonic realized the fabric was suddenly gone, leaving the tantalizing feeling of Shadow's thick, ridged, cock rubbing against Sonic’s swollen red lips, splitting them apart, coating his shaft in slick.

Sonic clenched his teeth, as the heat spread, the hybrid's own precum mingling with his, it wasn't until he felt a warm heat from his pussy, that Sonic realized the unnatural effect was from Shadow’s precum. Was it an aphrodisiac? Like he needed one. He shook his head, refusing, fighting the pull as if sheer willpower could snuff it out.

“N-no… this isn’t…mhm fuck” His voice cracked, ragged, as his body quivered beneath the overwhelming warmth. He tried to twist away, tried to deny the way his hips reacted, the way his breath hitched higher.

But it was useless. The warmth coiled tighter, slick against his skin, and the more he resisted the more his body screamed for it. His legs spread, his back arched, his breath turned into helpless whines.

“Ah...its too big...that won't...mnm” Sonic felt the large tip of Shadow's dick prod at his entrance. A wet drop landed hot on his shoulder, sliding down his fur. Sonic's eyes followed the path up, as he lay pliant and ready. What he saw made his stomach twist.

“Omega…” Shadow’s voice was a guttural rasp, hovering above him, fangs bared, saliva dripping from his parted jaws. His eyes glowed wild, unrecognizable, hunger carved into every line of his face.

“Holy shit…” Sonic’s pulse spiked, his breath hitching. Terror and heat collided in his chest, his whole body pinned beneath the predator looming over him. The rumble of that feral clicking sound thrummed through his bones, into his soul. Maybe Shadow really was going to devour him.

“Sh-Shads… wait, I-I...” Sonic’s voice cracked, but his words died as Shadow lowered his face to his neck, fangs grazing over his gland. Sonic trembled, a strangled whimper escaping before he could stop it.

Shadow growled deep, vibrating against his skin, the sound both promise and threat. “You’re mine, Omega. Don’t fight it.” His tongue dragged slow, deliberate, tasting him.

Sonic gasped, claws raking the grass beside him. “D-damn it… y-you’re not even listening to me…” But his protest was broken by the needy hitch in his breath, the sharp ache building between his legs.

Shadow’s smirk twisted into something feral. “I hear you. Your body’s louder than your mouth.”

“Shads!” He wasn't wrong but Sonic barely got the word out before Shadow’s hips snapped forward. The world split apart in a flash of white heat as Shadow thrust into him.

Sonic opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out only a strangled gasp as every nerve lit with fire. The sudden sting tore through him, sharp and shocking, but before he could even process the pain, a flood of warmth crashed over him. His body shuddered violently, nerves alight as endorphins surged to smother the ache, twisting it into something far more dangerous. His body wanted this. Craved it even.

“Aghh C-Chaos...so...big...” His chest heaved against the grass, feeling so full as Shadow pushed in deeper, eyes rolled back, dizzy with overwhelming pleasure. The sensation was unbearable, too much, yet his body clung to it greedily, quaking with each pulse of heat that made his toes curl.

“So tight.. so perfect...”Shadow draped himself completely over Sonic, licking the tears that spilled down his cheeks as his hips began to roll, his cock carving its way inside until his swelling knot met Sonic’s entrance. 

As soon as he bottomed out the hybrid wasted no time pulling out, only to slam back in again causing the blue hedgehog mewl. His ears twitched in delight, wanting nothing more to re-create the sound, slamming in once more to be rewarded with another pathetic mewl. The pace he set was brutal, giving Sonic little to no time to adjust. The plush walls sucked in Shadow’s cock so eagerly, clenching around him every time he pulled out. 

Sonic tremored under Shadow as his arms snaked around him and tightened into an iron-strong embrace. Each press of Shadow’s chest, each subtle grind and sway, sent shivers coiling through him, tugging at instincts he desperately wanted to deny. He fisted the grass and weeds in his reach, as he was pushed deeper with every thrust, accented by his loud moans. 

“ngh...yes...uhn..wanna...” Heat pooled deep, twisting deliciously with every whimper. His tail flicked involuntarily, ears flat against his head, muscles tightening in a tension that was equal parts torment and pleasure. Sonic’s breath came in ragged gasps, teeth biting down on his lip as he tried to stifle the obscene noises coming from his mouth. This only drew attention to the perverse squelching echoing otherwise with every slick covered pump of Shadows cock scraping Sonic’s insides.

“Wanna what?” Shadow’s gravely voice teased, each word dragging over Sonic’s senses as his tongue traced the shell of the blue hedgehog’s ear.

All thoughts of resistance melted away as every slam of Shadows cock all of a sudden seemed to hit a particular spot to drive him wild, his body loosening, relaxing in submission. “Mhm..shadow..chaos..feels so good” Moans tumbled from the blue hedgehog in ragged bursts. Each motion, each touch, drew him deeper into ecstasy.

“That’s right… take it like my good boy.” Shadow’s teeth nipped at the blue ear as it flicked from the attention. His tail lashed and wagged all at once, betraying the rush of instinctual joy thrumming through him. A dangerous smile spread across his muzzle, fangs gleaming, but his gaze burned with pride as much as hunger.

He angled his hips deeper, continuing to abuse what made Sonic moan, twitch, and gasp. “Feel me there? I can hear your body begging for me…”

Sonic’s ears perked, trembling but alight, his breath breaking into short gasps. “Mhm… h-harder… ngh… I want-” His voice splintered with desperation. “Want… your knot.”

The words cracked something in Shadow, snapping what, if any, restraint he had left. “Mhmm asking for it…” he rasped, almost reverent, his hips driving with renewed fervor. “…would never deny my Omega”

Blue fur met black in a frantic rhythm, Sonic pushing back, grinding with him, each thrust sending sparks scattering through his vision. He could feel the base of his Alphas knot teasing him with each movement. His mind was hazy with heat, with want, yet every nerve lit alive like lightning as Shadow’s claws suddenly ripped down his chest.

The damp shirt shredded in ribbons, fabric falling as if it had never existed. The motion was so fierce, so utterly primal, Sonic’s eyes widened, his chest heaving. “Shads?!” he gasped, somewhere between alarm and need.

Shadow bent over him, face pressing into the curve of Sonic’s neck. “Open up for me...” he murmured, each word thrumming like a promise. His cheek dragged over Sonic’s scent gland, rubbing possessively, as if he could etch his claim into the blue fur.

Sonic shuddered “F-fuck…Alpha, I need it...need you,” he gasped, voice laced with heat and lust. It didn't even sound like himself anymore, just a knot hungry Omega. He wasn't even mad, the ecstasy was worth it. His hips pressed back greedily, desperate for every ounce of friction. “Don’t hold back… please, don’t stop.”

Shadow was purring and clicking like a geiger counter once more as he pressed his forehead against Sonic’s temple, forcing himself to breathe. “I’ll give you everything. I’ll fill you, knot you, make you mine.”

Sonic’s ears pinned, a helpless whine spilling from his throat as he writhed beneath him. “Yes! Chaos, yes, make me yours. Claim me, Shads. I want all of it. I want all of you.”

Shadow’s claws dug into blue hips, his thrusting becoming more aggressive. His breath hot against Sonic's neck: “Then take me, Omega. Take your Alpha's knot.”

Then his hips slammed forward in a desperate, powerful, thrust, and his swollen knot forced past the rim of Sonic’s entrance. At the same instant, his fangs sank into Sonic’s shoulder, deep enough to pierce flesh.

Sonic cried out half agony, half bliss as his body clamped around the knot, locking them together. His vision went white, body convulsing, tethered so completely it felt like he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t exist outside of Shadow.

“O-oh Gaia! Fuck..hngh...” Sonic thought he had felt full before, but now a deeper, more consuming feeling literally filled him, making every part of him flutter. The ache of trying to accommodate Shadow melted away, replaced by waves of endorphins that left him dizzy and breathless with a delicious, aching euphoria. 

As Shadows hips continued to piston, now shorter but just as powerful and consuming, Sonic tipped over the edge. 

The world beyond them vanished; there was only the overwhelming, intoxicating connection, a perfect, unrelenting storm of bliss that left him moaning, quivering, and entirely undone in Shadow’s hold. Slick gushed out with each slam of his hips, surrounding the knot, dripping.

Shadow released Sonic’s shoulder, lapping up the blood with a long, rough tongue, his fangs lingering just long enough to leave a sharp, heated memory. He pressed closer, his thrusts shallow but insistent, every motion sending jolts of overstimulation through the spent omega beneath him. 

The blue hedgehog whimpered as tears streamed down his face as the overwhelming sensation was quickly bringing him back to his peak. “...no..no...i can't...Sha-...Alpha...ngh” 

Shadow licked his ear again causing it to twitch, slowly moving down to nibble at his scent gland. “You're mine” 

“Y-yours...”

With one last aggressive thrust, a flood of heat swept through Sonic, as he could feel Shadow’s cum pouring into him, filling him, lifting him beyond the edge of everything known. It stole his breath, filling every fiber with a trembling lightness that pulsed and blossomed deep inside. His body sang with an overwhelming joy as they climaxed together, a soaring rush that left them suspended weightless, breathless, utterly undone. 

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Sonic’s cry broke into a gasp as Shadow’s fangs pierced his scent gland, the bond snapping into place with blinding force. Euphoria surged through him, molten and unstoppable, filling every corner of his being. He hadn’t even known he was incomplete until this moment, like he’d been suffocating, drowning until now when he was able to take his first breath.

He collapsed, body twitching with relentless aftershocks, Shadow’s weight pressing him into the earth. He felt so full, so utterly claimed, every nerve sparking with the raw fire of connection. His chest heaved, quills lying flat against Shadow’s fur as his Alpha held him there, pinning him.

Their ragged breaths gradually fell into rhythm, heat twining with something deeper, something permanent. Then Shadow shifted, surprisingly gentle, gathering Sonic into his lap as though he were a treasure too precious to set down. Slowly, carefully, Shadow withdrew his fangs, but he didn’t leave the mark bare. He licked and kissed the wound, nuzzling it with a hunger that was no less possessive for its tenderness.

Sonic shuddered at the sensation, his body still pulsing with heat, the bond thrumming between them like a second heartbeat. He leaned into Shadow’s touch, a purr of contentment emanating from his chest.

And Shadow’s low, vibrating purr answered him, sealing the truth: now and forever, he was his.

It was only then, as the haze began to thin, that Sonic dared to glance down. His shoulder was littered with deep bite marks, raw and tender, his stomach noticeably bulging, filled with Shadow’s seed as proof of what had just happened. The area beneath them bore streaks of blood mingled with cum and slick. Was he bleeding? His vision swam, body light and heavy all at once, too dazed to tell where pain ended and pleasure began.

A small shift made Sonic yelp, the pressure reminding him that Shadow’s knot was still swollen, locking them together. Against his better judgment, he pulled forward, breath hitched at the sight of just how much he was stretched, still speared on his Alpha thick cock.

Shadow, lost in the lingering haze, pressed closer. Satisfied with the attention to his mating gland, he leaned in to lap gently at the tears staining Sonic’s cheeks, grooming him with slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue. The contrast between the raw ache and the tender care left Sonic’s body trembling in confusion and relief.

Exhaustion finally began to drag him down. Sonic slumped against Shadow’s chest, eyelids fluttering, lulled by the deep, rhythmic clicking. His head tipped against an ebony shoulder, gaze wandering upward. The storm had passed, the sky was clear, moonlight spilling across the rooftop garden, painting everything silver. It was beautiful. But not as beautiful as the hybrid holding him.

His eyes drifted, catching the hypnotic sway of Shadow’s long tail, restless even in the stillness, betraying the tension simmering beneath his calm. Sonic’s breath hitched softly, his chest rising and falling against Shadow’s with every ragged inhale.

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Sonic couldn’t tell if he’d slipped fully into sleep or if he was caught in some hazy dream, but when his lashes finally lifted again, the world was different. They were in a bed, however it didn't quite smell like his Alpha's, nor did the room look like from quick inspection. His body was heavy, laying on his back now, gazing up at his Alpha, flushed heat curling all the way up to his ears. And then he noticed that he was moving. Rocking. Rhythmic.

Sonic’s hands moved tentatively, brushing along Shadow’s chest, feeling the solid heat of his muscles beneath the fur. He glanced down, seeing Shadow’s dick sheathed inside of him once more.

“Shadow…” he whispered, voice hoarse, uncertain. “You… did you rest?”

Shadow’s eyes glimmered, half feral, half triumphant, his lips curling into a slow smirk. “I couldn’t bear to separate from you,” he drawled, voice low and molten. “Even when I tried, your sweet pussy just kept sucking me back in.”

Sonic’s ears shot back, his whole face igniting crimson. “Sh-Shads!” he yelped, hands flying up to hide his face. “You can't just say things like that...” His voice cracked into a whimper as Shadow drove deeper, sharp and relentless.

Shadow only chuckled darkly, his claws gripping tighter at Sonic’s hips. “Why not?” His voice was a husky growl right in Sonic’s ear. “Your body’s giving you away, hedgehog. Clenching around me like you need this, like you were made to milk my cock. Isn’t that right?”

Sonic shook his head furiously, but his thighs trembled where they rested over Shadow’s shoulders. His breath hitched, high and desperate. “N-no! I-I’m not!” Another thrust shattered his denial, a broken moan ripping out as his walls fluttered, holding Shadow inside like a vice. “O-oh Gaia, I c-can’t...!”

Shadow leaned close, tongue tracing the edge of Sonic’s ear as he purred, “Say it, Sonic. Tell me you love being full of me. Tell me you crave it.”

Sonic buried his face in his palms, tail wagging in excitement as his whole body burned hotter than fire. “C-chaos, Shads… you’re gonna kill me…” he whined, trembling helplessly, his walls clutching at Shadow with every punishing thrust.

Shadow’s thrusts slowed, deliberate now, each one grinding deep enough to make Sonic jolt. His smirk widened when he noticed Sonic trying to hide his face. He caught the Omega’s wrists with one clawed hand, tugging them away from his flushed cheeks and pinning them down into the mattress.

“Don’t hide from me,” Shadow rumbled, his tone dark with command. “I want to see that face, the one that proves you enjoy every filthy word from my mouth”

Sonic whined, ears flat, emerald eyes wide with heat and mortification. “Sh-Shads, please...don’t look at me like that…”

Shadow’s chest rumbled with something between a laugh and a growl. “Like what? Like I own you?” He rolled his hips sharply, the swollen knot battering against Sonic’s rim until he squealed. “Because I do. Look at you, dripping for me, clenching around me like a little slut. Is that what you are, Sonic? My slut? Who knew you were this perverted. Perhaps you weren't a virgin.”

Sonic shook his head violently, eyes glassy, thighs tightening against Shadow’s shoulders as if to push him away but his body betrayed him, milking every inch that sank inside, his plush walls fluttering around the hardened flesh. “N-no! I’m not...ngh...D-don’t call me that...”

Shadow leaned down, their noses brushing, lips grazing the corner of Sonic’s mouth as he growled, “Then why are you squeezing me so hard? Why are you so wet I can feel you coating my cock with every thrust? Stop pretending, hedgehog. Say it.”

Sonic bit his lip hard, the humiliation knotting in his chest almost unbearable, yet the heat between his legs throbbed hotter, slick practically pooling beneath them. Why did this turn him on so much? “I… I can’t…” he whispered, voice trembling.

Shadow snarled, driving into him hard enough to punch a strangled scream from Sonic’s throat. He didn’t relent, grinding deep, holding him open. “Say it. Admit what you are, or I’ll fuck you until you can’t speak at all.”

Why did both options seem so appealing? Tears welled at the corners of Sonic’s eyes, his pride shattering as he cried out, “O-okay! I’m...I’m your slut! I’m your slutty little omega who just wants to be bred, just…mhm... don’t stop!”

Shadow’s grin was pure victory, fangs bared as his hips snapped forward again. “Good boy,” he purred, voice dripping with satisfaction. “My slutty little mate…”

Sonic’s ears flattened, his whole body jerking at the words. Shame flared hot across his face, but underneath it, his lust was insatiable. His walls clenched tight around Shadow, unbidden, desperate, betraying him.

“S-say it again…” Sonic whimpered, but the crack in his voice gave him away. His fingers dug into Shadow’s shoulders, back arching helplessly. “It feels… it feels good when you say that…”

Shadow’s eyes burned, crimson alight with smug delight. He ground in deeper, his knot pressing insistently at Sonic’s rim. “Too good? You like it, don’t you? Being my good boy… my perfect Omega?”

Sonic’s breath hitched, shame and want tangling in his chest. His mouth opened, closed, then finally broke into a choked admission. “Y-yes! I like it! I like being your good boy!”

The confession snapped something loose in both of them. Shadow’s snarl twisted into something raw, almost reverent. “Mine,” he growled, forcing the knot inside with a brutal thrust that locked them together, sealing him in.

Sonic mewled, his whole body trembling, the stretch so deep it bordered on overwhelming but then the pleasure bloomed, radiant and consuming, sweeping away every thought. It was too much, white-hot waves crashing through him until his breath hitched in ragged gasps as he climaxed again. 

His back bowed, quills fanned out, as his body yielded completely to Shadow, clenching and pulsing around him in desperate surrender. The release came sudden and unstoppable, spilling through him like fire and light, and for a moment it felt like the world itself had gone silent, save for the rush of his heartbeat and Shadow’s warmth inside him.

“Ahh...Shadow…” Sonic’s voice broke, breathless and tender, as the name slipped past his lips like a vow. He wasn’t just crying out in pleasure, he was calling to the one who had claimed him, who filled the missing piece of his soul.

The hybrid bit down hard at his throat, growling into the mark as his own climax surged. Hot, thick ropes if cum spilled inside, filling Sonic so full he swore he could feel it in his veins. Shadow’s body shuddered against him, knot swollen tight, binding them completely once more.

Their ragged moans tangled together, until it was only the sound of their breaths, broken and uneven, pressing chest to chest.

Shadow licked slowly at Sonic’s mark, voice low and adoring even as his hips gave one last grinding thrust. “Good boy.”

Sonic whimpered at the words, trembling, but the shiver that coursed through him was all pleasure. He didn’t want to admit it, but the truth was undeniable now he loved being called Shadow’s good boy. He wrapped his arms around his Alpha who was once again flush against his chest, nuzzling against him inhaling his lavender scent. Instead of filling him with heat and unbridled lust, now their pheromones would comfort one another.

Shadow gently positioned them against the headboard. Shadow smirked, the corner of his mouth tilting with satisfaction as he adjusted Sonic in his lap, his long barbed tail wrapping around him. Clawed hands held blue hips, as his mate rested against his chest. “You enjoyed it that much,” he murmured, voice thick with possessive satisfaction.

“Chaos… yes!” Sonic blurted, cheeks heating further as he bit his lip, teasing his fingers through Shadow’s chest fur. “It… it felt incredible...and I like being good for you.”

Shadow’s hand tilted Sonic’s chin upward, forcing their eyes to meet. “I will make you a promise,” he said, a dangerous, smoldering smirk spreading across his face. He watched as Sonic’s emerald eyes practically shimmered, entranced. 

“As my Omega, you will not go a single day without coming from one of my muscles. Whether it be my fingers…” His hands glided up, caressing over Sonic’s torso, teasing, lingering. “My tongue…” He leaned forward, nipping along Sonic’s neck, teasing the shell of his ear. “…or my dick. And every time, I'll call you my good boy.”

Sonic’s entire body trembled at the words, face burning, ears flushed to the tips. “Fuck, Shadow…” he whispered, squirming slightly in the ebony lap, arms braced on either side of Shadow’s head, caging him in. “If you keep this up, we’ll never leave this room… and… I’ll really show you what a slutty Omega I am.”

Shadow’s smirk deepened, possessive and adoring, pressing him closer so every curve of their bodies aligned. “My mate is perfect,” he murmured, voice low and reverent. His pupils had settled, his third eye calm, the last remnants of Doom’s control gone. Though not entirely his usual self, his long tail and gold scleras remained present for the time being.

Sonic leaned forward, lips trembling, wanting to close the distance, but paused as his ears twitched hearing noises. The haze of his heat had completely faded, leaving him dizzy with awareness. He realized, fully, where they were. The doorway to the garden peeked just beyond the bed, moonlight spilling in, and the space was… beautiful. A private little sanctuary but that didn’t erase the truth. They’d crash landed in the garden and then broke into the building, and in the heat of their bond, they’d fucked like rabbits on someone's bed. It wasn't just any building, this place was nice, obviously the penthouse suite of some luxury high rise.

Sonic’s gaze flicked back to Shadow, heart pounding and throat tight. “Um… Shads… where are we?” His voice was concerned and uneasy. 

Shadow leaned down, brushing a stray quill from Sonic’s forehead, thumb tracing along the flushed curve of his cheek. “Wherever we need to be,” he whispered, low and dangerous, desire and possessiveness threading through every word. “As long as I have you, this place… this moment… it’s ours.”

Sonic’s breath hitched, warmth pooling in his chest. Maybe Shadow wasn’t fully himself yet, still shaking off the haze. Hesitantly, Sonic moved his hands from beside Shadow’s head to hold his face gently. “No… I mean… did we… break into this penthouse?”

Shadow’s eyes flicked to the shattered handle of the doorwall, realization washing over him. Slowly, deliberately, he pried Sonic’s hands from his face, ears twitching sharply at faint noises outside the room.

Then the door burst open.

“Not so fucking loud! Shit, you guys are amateurs.” A familiar green hedgehog strode in, a duffle bag slung over his shoulder, cigarette dangling from his lips. There were others with him who did not enter the bedroom. He took a drag, eyes narrowing at the sight before him. “The big safe is in the clos-” His words cut off, frozen at the sight of Sonic and Shadow.

Shadow reacted instantly, rolling Sonic underneath him and yanking a blanket over them. His growl filled the room, teeth bared, quills bristling in a storm of pure threat.

Scourge’s cigarette dropped to the floor. “What the fuck are you two doing here?!”

“I could ask you the same?!!” Sonic tried to scramble under the blanket, panic flaring.

“Obviously I’m trying to rob the place,” Scourge sneered, crushing his cigarette butt with his boot. “What’s your excuse? You get off on fucking in other people’s beds?”

Shadow’s barbed tail lashed behind him, quills flaring like blades, eyes narrowing with lethal precision.

“Shads… it’s okay,” Sonic whispered urgently, wrapping his legs around Shadow to keep him still. They were still knotted together, if Shadow lashed out, Sonic would be hurt.

Scourge stepped closer, eyes scanning the scene, disbelief shifting into a wicked smirk. “Wait… Shads? No way… that motherfucker from the club?” His gaze swept over Sonic, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Doesn’t look like a bad lay, eh, Blue?”

Sonic’s ears flattened, cheeks burning as Scourge’s words landed like fire. His body was still pressed tight against Shadow, “Scourge… please…get out” he whispered, voice trembling with a mix of fear and raw heat.

Shadow’s claws flexed, his crimson eyes glancing at emerald. No. He didn't like his mate saying another's name in that voice. Back again they were locked on Scourge, pupils narrowing to slits of predatory menace. “Step back,” he growled, low and dangerous, every word heavy with warning. “Now.”

Scourge smirked, eyes glinting with amusement, unafraid. “Or what? You’ll bite me, Shadow? Pretty sure I’d be into that, babe.” He leaned in the doorway with infuriating ease, body loose but eyes sharp, openly raking over Shadow’s feral form and Sonic trembling beneath him.

Shadow’s chest heaved, a guttural growl rattling from deep in his core. “You’re a fool if you think I won’t tear you apart,” he hissed, voice so tight with feral menace it seemed to shake the air itself.

Sonic’s ears twitched, a hot flush burning across his face. His body betrayed him arching, shivering at the sheer possession in his Alpha’s tone. His voice caught a whisper he wished hadn’t slipped. “Mhm Alpha…”

Scourge caught it instantly, eyes gleaming as if he’d just stumbled on the juiciest secret. His grin stretched wider, crueler. “Ohh, I get it now. Blue likes it when you talk like that, doesn’t he? You threaten, and he melts like a whore in heat.” He took a step forward, slow and deliberate, testing the edge. “Honestly? That’s fucking hot. You keeping him wrapped around your dick while you play the big, bad monster?”

Shadow’s quills flared, the room vibrating with his fury, but Scourge only pressed in closer, until the scent of smoke and leather was choking the air between them. His voice dropped, low and dripping filth. “Fuck, I’d watch the hell out of that. Better yet I’d join. Imagine it, blue crying on your knot while I split him open from the back, He’d be begging for more before either of us let him go.” He paused as a growl echoed in the room once more. “Or you can fuck me while I fuck him, or vice versa, I am a versatile bastard” 

That was the last straw. Shadow’s barbed tail lashed forward, stopping a quill's breadth from Scourge’s throat. The hybrid’s crimson eyes burned, deadly and unflinching. “Say another word,” he growled, voice a razor across flesh, “and I’ll paint this room with your insides.”

For the first time, Scourge stilled but the grin never left his face. His hands came up in mock surrender. “Okay, okay relax, big guy. I didn't come here to mess with you, that is just a bonus. I came for the safe.” His tongue slid over his teeth, eyes glinting with deranged hunger. “But damn… if you ever change your mind, I’d make one hell of a third.”

Shadow’s claws tore into the mattress, fabric and stuffing ripping under his grip. That piece of shit had some gall to even offer. His gaze snapped back to his trembling Omega, chest tightening at the sight, ears flat, face burning, body pressed so close as though trying to disappear into him.

The sound of power tools made Shadow’s ears twitch. They definitely had to get out of here and away from that green fucker.

Sonic didn't know how much time had passed before Shadow’s knot went down enough to slip out, his body relaxing though a small, helpless mewl escaped when he felt Shadow’s spend spilling out onto the sheets as he pulled out. Shadow was quick, tugging a blanket over him with surprising gentleness before rising to his feet. He moved with lethal precision, slipping into the closet where Scourge was crouched over the safe, sparks flying from a drill.

“Holy shit, nice co-” Scourge’s voice cut off in a sharp choke, as if punched in the throat. The sound of metal clattering to the ground followed, and then a grunt.

Shadow emerged moments later, calm as though nothing had happened, holding a bundle of clothes. His crimson eyes still glowed faintly, his third eye closing along with his scleras turning white once more. He tossed the pile onto the bed before sitting beside Sonic, rubbing the fabric along the curve of his neck and jaw, smearing his scent deep into the fibers. Possessive. Claiming. Making sure anyone near would know who the Omega belonged to.

They were lucky the clothes fit well enough. Shadow’s shirt strained across his broad chest, fabric pulled tight so a large tuff of chest fur pushed through, his sleeves rolled to his elbows. Sonic’s eyes couldn’t stop wandering, drinking in every line of muscle, every shift of power that moved under his Alpha’s skin.

Shadow caught him looking, his lip twitching upward before his tail flicked out and smacked his Omega's ass with the flat, heavy side. “Stop staring.”

Sonic yelped, his cheeks burning, rubbing the spot as his ears flicked wildly. “I can’t help it if MY Alpha is so good looking.” His grin was sheepish but adoring as he worked on tugging the dress shirt Shadow had scented for him on. The garment nearly swallowed him whole, hanging loose on his slender frame, and the pants were far too big he fumbled with the waistband, cinching it tight and still looking ridiculous.

Shadow smirked softly in amusement, watching his Omega’s clumsy attempt with an indulgent gaze that softened his otherwise ruthless demeanor. He reached out and tugged the waistband snug for him, his fingers lingering just a moment too long, enough to make Sonic’s tail flick.

“We should get out of here. No reason to tie ourselves to the scene of a crime and lump us with these degenerates,” Shadow hissed, glaring back toward the sound of Scourge’s chuckle. He finished adjusting his own pair of stolen trousers with a huff.

“How are we supposed to get out of here?” Sonic tilted his head, ears twitching. He was about to mention the car they’d left at Black Doom’s office when the sudden crack of wings filled the air loud, powerful, sharp as thunder.

Shadow’s massive wings snapped open, casting jagged shadows across the garden, the sheer force rattling the door wall in its frame.

Sonic’s whole body lit up at the sight, tail wagging furiously. He darted to the railing, city lights blazing below like a carnival of fire. “We’re going to fly?”

Shadow gave him only a single, firm nod. No reassurance, no explanation, just absolute certainty that he would do this, and Sonic’s pulse spiked harder because of it.

Grinning wide, Sonic hopped onto the stone ledge, the dizzying drop yawning beneath him. The wind clawed at his fur, pulling him forward. He glanced back once, catching Shadow’s unflinching stare, and his grin only widened. “Heh. We’re done here.”

He saluted and jumped.

The world ripped past him in a blur, the drop faster, harder, louder than he imagined. Wind roared in his ears, burning his eyes, his stomach dropping so violently he swore it might never stop. It was chaos, it was freedom, it was alive.

And then, right before the ground could rise up to devour him, two strong arms hooked under his knees and back, yanking him clean out of death’s jaws. Shadow’s wings beat with crushing force, the air booming around them as they soared higher.

Sonic’s laugh ripped out of him raw and wild, his arms locking tight around Shadow’s neck. “Chaos, that was fun!”

Shadow’s smirk was sharp, dangerous, his eyes flicking down to his trembling Omega. “Did you get that out of your system?”

Sonic’s grin only burned brighter, heart slamming like a drum in his chest. “Not even close. Let’s do it again!”

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Shadow slowly opened his eyes, the morning light spilling across the room and warming his fur. Instinct told him to roll over, to bury his face against the pillow and block it out but the thought froze halfway through as he felt a weight shift against him.

Sonic.

The blue hedgehog was snuggled across him, limbs tangled in sleep, his breath soft and even, warm against Shadow’s fur. The mark of their bond stood out sharp and undeniable at the back of Sonic’s neck, crimson against cobalt. A brand, a vow, a claim.

Shadow stared at it in silence, his throat tight.

His temples throbbed, his skull pounding in rhythm with the flood of memories tearing through him now that the haze of rut and worse, Doom was gone. He had claimed Sonic in a lust-driven frenzy, lost to instincts. He had let the hunger control him, he had claimed Sonic and promised their first born to his father?

His stomach twisted. Over his dead body would Black Doom ever lay claim to their future.

But then another thought cut through, crueler, sharper: they hadn’t even been careful. No barrier. No protection. Just raw, desperate need and the madness of heat. What if Sonic resented him for it? What if he woke and realized what had been taken from him that he had been dragged into Shadow’s firestorm without the chance to choose?

Shadow’s claws curled slowly against the sheets, guilt sinking like a stone in his chest. What kind of Alpha was he? Trash. Weak. Pathetic. One who couldn’t hold back, who could barely distinguish the line between instinct and willpower when it came to the blue hedgehog.

His breath hitched, low and unsteady, and he almost turned away, afraid to look at him.

But then Sonic shifted, a soft sound slipping from his lips as he burrowed closer into Shadow’s chest, his quills brushing against his jaw.

And suddenly, warmth cut through the dark spiral like a blade of light as he suddenly felt a calmness wrap around him.

“It’s too early for you to be thinking this hard,” Sonic murmured, his voice still husky with sleep. He rested his chin against Shadow’s chest, listening to the steady heartbeat beneath the dark fur. “I can practically hear the gears grinding.”

Shadow raised a brow. “How did you know?”

Sonic’s smile was soft, earnest. “Can’t you feel it? Can’t you feel me? Through the bond, I can sense your strongest emotions, and push through my own. What’s got you so upset at sunrise?” His ears twitched, waiting.

Shadow’s own ears drooped, crimson eyes flicking away. “The bond… you aren’t… upset? I took your choice from you and claimed you. I gave in to instinct like some feral monster ” His voice dipped lower, ragged. “Just another knotheaded Alpha.”

“Oh, hell, Shads.” Sonic huffed a laugh, tilting his head up with a smirk. “I was more than willing. Maybe it wasn’t the perfect storybook moment. We were both heat-drunk, and your father looming over us didn’t help...but...Shit, did I force you?” His green eyes searched Shadow’s with quiet worry.

“No! Of course not.” Shadow’s answer came sharp, immediate. “How could I be the one forced? I literally pinned you down.”

“It was kinda hot, actually.” Sonic grinned, that cocky tilt to his lips making Shadow scowl without bite.

“Regardless,” Shadow muttered, “neither of us was thinking clearly. And now you’re stuck with me… an Alpha you don’t even like.”

Sonic’s ears flicked up. “Where do you get off thinking I don’t like you?” In one swift motion, he climbed into Shadow’s lap, forcing the brooding hybrid to sit up straighter. “I’ve been flirting with you for weeks, did you really not notice? I thought you were playing hard to get.” He poked Shadow’s chest before his voice softened, sincerity shining through. “You’re strong, you’re intelligent, thoughtful when you think no one is looking because you care more than you are willing to admit. I’m more than happy to have you as my Alpha.” His hands slid up, cupping Shadow’s face tenderly. “There’s no one I’d rather spend a lifetime with.”

Shadow froze, one gloved hand covering Sonic’s. He leaned into the warmth without meaning to, drinking it in like it was the first time he’d ever been touched with such gentleness. His voice, when it came, was almost fragile. “And what if you meet your fated pair? What if you wake up one day and realize I’m a mistake? Forever is… a very long time.”

Sonic’s grin softened into something fierce and true. “No one else could ever keep up with me the way you do. And you’d never try to cage me, not really. That’s all I want, Shadow. Someone who runs beside me, not behind me.” His thumbs brushed against Shadow’s cheeks. “If it takes time for you to feel the same, I’ll wait. Because you’re worth waiting for.”

Shadow felt heat creep into his cheeks, a blush he quickly tried to smother by turning away. Sonic was too much, too bright, too open, too honest. Irritation had turned to affection a long ago, but admitting that… no, not yet. His chest tightened as his father’s words echoed in his skull. With a hardening expression, Shadow pulled Sonic’s hands from his face and moved as if to rise, gently setting Sonic back against the mattress.

“I don’t deserve your devotion.” he said lowly, his voice laced with steel. “My father was right. I am....not worth your time. I’ll take care of you as your Alpha, make sure you’re safe, give you what you need during your heats. But you shouldn’t get close to me. It will only lead to-”

“Bullshit.”

Sonic’s hands shot out, pinning Shadow’s wrists to the bed with surprising force. His grin was sharp, wild, full of adrenaline and fondness. “You’re not running from me, Shads. You’re mine now, just as much as I’m yours. I told you, you don’t scare me. So good luck trying to push me away, because I’m a sprinter” his emerald eyes gleamed mischievously “and I live for the chase.”

Shadow’s breath caught, his carefully built walls cracking under the blaze of Sonic’s bond-threaded affection. And through the thread, clear as sunlight, he felt it: unshakable love, wild and stubborn as the hedgehog in his lap.

And he couldn’t deny that a part of him, no matter how much he fought it, didn’t want to.

“I yield” Crimson met Emerald once more, both smiling. "For now"

“About time,” Sonic murmured, eyes half-lidded with a lusty grin. His hands trailed up his body, lifting his shirt just enough to reveal the heated flush beneath. “I can feel my heat rearing its ugly head again.”

Shadow let out a low huff, a mix of irritation and desire. “You are insatiable.”

“Oh, only for the next day or two…” Sonic teased, leaning closer, voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “…and then for the rest of your life.” He beamed.

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Sonic spent the remainder of his heat wrapped around his Alpha's knot, He’d long since stopped counting, how many times Shadow had cum in him, how many times he had came. Every time the knot ebbed, they both found new ways to get them started again.

Shadow’s hands roamed possessively, he didn't resist dragging his mouth over sensitive flesh, sucking at his nipples until Sonic gasped, stealing his breath with endless kisses, littering his neck and shoulders with hickeys and sharp little bites

Every gasp, every shiver, every desperate arch spoke of a hunger deeper than anything Sonic had ever known, love and need entangled so tightly it was almost unbearable. Shadow devoured him, mind, body, and soul, marking him as his in ways that left Sonic trembling and breathless.

They sat together in the leather chair behind Shadow’s mahogany desk, the world narrowing to the heat between them. Sonic pressed against him, arms locked around Shadow’s neck. His purrs echoed the room as his hips moved in rhythm, milking every moan, every shiver, every drop of cum the Alpha had to offer. Shadow’s breaths were low and ragged, his crimson eyes dark with hunger and something softer beneath it.

Every kiss, every nibble, every press of bodies spoke of desire, trust, and an affection that devoured them both, leaving them trembling and bound together, lost in the rapture of being utterly, completely each other’s.

Each subtle shift and thrust sent sparks racing through Sonic’s core, dragging sounds from his throat he couldn’t hold back.

“Hahh...A-alpha...feels so good... nghhh” Sonic moaned helplessly, every sound spilling from his lips without thought as Shadow’s body pressed tighter, claws digging possessively into his hips. Each tug of the swollen knot pulled at his entrance, making him feel the brief euphoric stretch. Shadow rocked deeper, grinding him into with a matching rhythm, and Sonic’s vision blurred with the heat flooding his veins. His body tremored, teetering on the edge of collapse, too overstimulated to think, yet still clinging to the dizzying waves of pleasure rolling through him.

Shadow grunted, hips stuttering as he unloaded once more into his spent Omega, leaning back in the chair with hands pressed possessively between Sonic’s back quills and head. “Hedgehog…” he rasped, voice low, strained with need.

Sonic purred in response, nuzzling deep into Shadow’s neck, teeth grazing gently against the sensitive skin. Every touch, every press of their bodies sent tremors up his spine, a delicious mix of pain and heat.

Shadow’s crimson eyes flicked down at his mate, flushed and perfect, every inch a masterpiece of surrender and desire. Sheathed on his cock, filled with his cum, so content. He shook his head slightly, forcing himself to stay focused. “We need to get you cleaned up, or you really will get pregnant,” he murmured, though his hands lingered, unwilling to let go.

Sonic shook his head, pressing closer, heat radiating against Shadow’s chest. “Mhmm…yes, Alpha. Give me your pups,” he purred, voice thick with longing.

“That is your heat talking,” Shadow murmured, cupping his face gently, thumb tracing along the curve of Sonic’s muzzle. He paused, watching his pupils dilate, waiting for the haze of desire to fade slightly. “Are you back on earth?”

“Hmmm?” Sonic blinked, ears tilting sideways, still hazy and flushed.

“You should be more coherent than this,” Shadow teased softly, patting his cheek, though his own body still hummed with lingering want.

Sonic smirked, teasing in return. “You said your…cum is an aphrodisiac. And I’m full of it.”

Shadow’s lips twitched. “Hm…an unintentional oversight on my part.”

“Heh, is that how you became the number one seller? Keeping clients drunk on your cum? I’d have let you drain my wallet dry.” Sonic laughed, warmth spreading through him as he pressed closer.

“You would have had me on my back daily, pussy spread, begging” He grinned.

“If you couldn't afford it would you try to steal me?” Shadow whispered amused. 

“Only if it meant I’d get caught… pressed under you, forced to pay for my crime with every inch of myself.”

Shadow exhaled a low growl, a mix of amusement and raw lust. “Fuck…Sonic..” He quickly shook his head, he needed to stop letting his Omega distract him. “Do you really want pups or is that the heat talking, because if you keep talking like that, I. Will. Breed. You.” There was the faintest glow in his crimson eyes. In no way did he want to give in to his father's demands, but Sonic had a way of pushing his buttons.

It took a few minutes for his Alpha's previous words to completely process Sonic’s eyes trailed downward, only to widen in horror as he saw the curve of his own swollen belly. His breath hitched, just how much cum did Shadow fuck into him? Panic clawed up his chest, crushing down on his lungs. Oh chaos… he is going to end up pregnant for sure. “Oh shit...Shadow?!”

“There he is,” Shadow chuckled, leaning down, teeth grazing along his mate’s shoulder. Sonic melted against him, his fingers curling weakly into Shadow’s chest as if he couldn’t bear to let go just yet. Shadow pressed a steadying hand to the small of his back, holding him close for a quiet moment, letting Sonic catch his breath in the safety of his arms.

With gentle care, he then guided his omega upright against the desk.The knot slipped free without strain, leaving only the faintest shiver in its wake.

Sonic’s legs shook, his hands clutching the edge of the polished wood for support as warm cum trailed down his thighs. He bit his lip,struggling to stay upright but before weakness could pull him under, Shadow’s strong arms swept him up, holding him close as if he weighed nothing at all.

The ebony hedgehog carried him through the quiet room into the en suite bathroom, where the low light and steam softened the edges of the world. Sonic blinked through the haze, purring without realizing it, as he watched Shadow move with tender precision, turning on the tap, testing the warmth, adding the faint, comforting scent of coffee soap to the water.

When the bath was ready, Shadow lowered him into the steaming embrace with the same tenderness that one might cradle something fragile and irreplaceable. Then he joined him, sliding in behind, pulling Sonic gently against his chest as if this closeness was the only thing that mattered.

The warmth of the bath seeped into Sonic’s muscles, easing the tremors that still lingered in his body. He leaned back against Shadow’s chest, letting out a quiet sigh as the water rippled around them. For a long while, neither spoke. The silence wasn’t heat, it was comforting, like a blanket wrapped around them both.

Shadow’s hands moved carefully, working soap through Sonic’s quills, smoothing the strands back with a patience that surprised even him. He had never thought of himself as gentle, but with Sonic in his arms, it came as naturally as breathing.

Sonic tilted his head, glancing up at him with a small smile. “You’re better at this than I expected.”

“Hm. Are you saying I don’t seem the type?” Shadow’s voice was low, but there was no bite in it, only curiosity.

Sonic chuckled, resting his hand over Shadow’s forearm beneath the water. “You just… you’ve always been so serious. But here you are, running a bath for me, washing my quills. It’s kind of sweet.”

Shadow’s chest rose in a quiet breath, his lips ghosting against Sonic’s damp ear. “You bring it out of me.”

The words made Sonic’s heart skip. His purr grew louder without him realizing, and he pressed himself closer, soaking in both the heat of the bath and the warmth blooming between them. “Guess that means we’re good for each other, huh?”

Shadow didn’t answer right away. He simply rested his chin on Sonic’s shoulder, breathing him in, allowing himself to relax into the moment. When he finally spoke, his voice was softer, touched with something new. “Yes… I think we are.”

Sonic’s smile widened, not cocky this time, but quietly happy. The fondness was there, steady and growing, binding them closer in ways neither had expected.

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“So what happened?” Rouge lounged casually on the polished mahogany desk, swinging one leg as she watched Shadow rehang the curtains in his office. The fresh panes in the window still gleamed, proof of her and Knuckles’ handiwork while he’d been gone.

“My father is pressing his agenda as per usual,” Shadow deadpanned, tugging the fabric into place.

“Okay, but what really happened? You were gone for two days,, and when you got back, you two have been at it non stop.” Rouge pressed, eyes narrowing with curiosity.

“Two… two days?” Shadow froze mid-motion, glancing down at her in disbelief. Had it truly been that long? His chest tightened as memories blurred together, heat pheromones, Black Arms’ brainwashing, and Sonic’s touch tangling into a haze that made time meaningless. It was a miracle, the owner of the penthouse didn't come after two days and call the police. His father would have happily bailed him out just to squeeze him tighter under his thumb. Scourge might’ve been no better, but at least he didn’t dress his manipulation.

Rouge tilted her head, smirking knowingly. “Didn’t realize it, did you? Does your rut fog your brain that bad? How else did you think we managed to get this window replaced so quick?”

Shadow stepped down from the ladder, folding his arms defensively. “…We were busy.”

“Busy?” Rouge’s grin widened, sharp and teasing. “More like knot-deep in blue since the last time I saw you. So do I need to go back to our shop and clean anything up? How many boxes of condoms did you tear through? Did you break out the toys? Ooo did he try the piston machine so you could catch your breath?”

“Rouge.” Shadow raised a hand to cut her off, his scowl deepening.

She only leaned closer, eyes glittering. “What? You always burn through your ruts at Gemstone Remedies. Why’s this one different? We spent months building that little sex dungeon for you beneath the store.”

“It’s not....,” Shadow muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose as though warding off a headache. “it’s not a sex dungeon, no matter what you insist on calling it. It’s a reinforced bedroom. And…” He hesitated, lowering his hand with a frustrated exhale. “…we didn’t make it that far.”

“Well, did you at least use condoms? Or the pill, anything?” Rouge’s voice faltered when she caught the pinched frustration on Shadow’s face. “…No? No protection? During his heat? Shadow, do you want him to get pregnant?!”

“Apparently?!” Shadow snapped, his voice rougher than intended.

Rouge blinked, arms tightening over her chest. “What the hell does that mean? Do you want hoglets or not?!”

“It’s… complicated.” Shadow dragged his claws down his face, anguish tightening every line of his body.

“It’s not complicated, you fucked him without protection-” Rouge was cut off as Shadow’s hands clamped onto her shoulders, the sharpness of his grip startling her into silence.

“He was taken by my brother,” Shadow ground out, his voice low and trembling at the edges. “I went after him. My father tried to use it against me, and offered me the company again. When I refused, he demanded a new Alpha heir for the Black Arms. Using Sonic.” His grip faltered, softening as he released her.

Rouge stared at him, lips parting. “…So tell me why you went along with it, Shadow.” Her voice was gentler now, though her eyes stayed hard. “Couldn't you have just said ‘Yes daddy dearest, we will get right on that’ and then just got blue on the pill?”

Shadow’s gaze dropped, his hand rubbing at his arm in restless guilt. “…Because watching him… smelling him… the only thoughts in my head were mate… claim… breed.” His jaw locked, crimson eyes flickering with something raw and helpless. “It wasn’t just Doom who wanted it, Rouge… it was me too.”

“I saw the mating mark,” Rouge murmured, cupping his face gently, studying every line of tension in his features. “Did you…?”

“Yes.” His voice was tight, almost breaking. “I wanted to mate him, the bond wouldn’t be as strong if I wanted otherwise.” He turned his head away, arms folding as if to shield himself. “It wasn’t just want. It was a need. A drive I’ve never known before.”

Rouge’s lips curled into a smile, her hands sliding from his face to pull him into a sudden hug. “I am so happy for you, Shadow!” she whispered against his shoulder, squeezing tightly enough that his body stiffened beneath her enthusiasm.

Shadow exhaled slowly, voice dropping flat and heavy. “The danger is if he reconsiders.”

“Oh, that won’t be an issue, handsome.” Rouge pulled back, grin sparkling in her eyes. “You’ve seen the way he looks at you, haven’t you? That boy is already lost in you.”

Shadow didn’t reply, his arms crossing tighter across his chest. “…There is another matter we must discuss.”

“Oh this is delicious, there is more?” Rouge tilted her head knowingly but didn’t push.

“In our… unbridled lust, upon our escape, ” he admitted through gritted teeth, “we crash-landed and sought shelter in an apartment. That may cause… disturbances later.”

Rouge gasped, her eyes widening, stars practically twinkling in them. “Shadow… did you break in and fuck in someone’s apartment?”

A low grunt was his only answer.

“YOU DID!” she squealed, half laughing, half shrieking. “I cannot believe it. My partner in crime finally cut loose!”

Before she could tease further, Shadow’s ears twitched. His expression sharpened, panic sparking down the bond. “My mat- Sonic is awake.” His tone was clipped as he moved swiftly toward the bedroom door. “We will finish this later.”

Rouge leaned back on the desk, still grinning ear to ear as he vanished inside.

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Once the haze of heat lifted, everything began to slip back into the rhythm of day-to-day life. The urgency, the feverish edge, had dulled but not the bond between them. That remained, tugging tight and constant, a quiet reminder even in the stillness.

The two hedgehogs were still learning how to navigate it, and each other. Some days it was effortless, laughter filling the space between them as naturally as breathing. Other days, it was tense, two stubborn wills clashing, pride catching on the smallest of things. Shadow had never shared his life so closely before, and Sonic had never let anyone see so much of him so clearly.

“Take that off,” Shadow growled, slamming Sonic against the wall with enough force to rattle the glasses on the nearby shelf. His crimson eyes burned, the kind of heat that was equal parts anger and desire.

Sonic only smirked, tilting his head back against the wall, defiant emerald glinting. “Make me.”

Shadow’s snarl was low, feral. “I will tear it off with my teeth if I have to.” His voice was rough, thick with a hunger that made Sonic’s pulse quicken with excitement.

Before Sonic could react, Shadow drove a knee into his stomach, not hard enough to harm, but enough to steal his breath and as Sonic doubled over with a wheeze, Shadow caught him. In one motion, he bent the blue hedgehog over the bar, slotting himself tight between his thighs. One hand pinned Sonic’s wrists to the polished wood, while the other roamed, slow and taunting, over the edge of latex clinging indecently to Sonic’s hips.

“Sh-Shads…” Sonic squirmed, his tail flicking with restless energy. He wiggled deliberately, grinding against the heat pressed against him. “If you wanted me bent over the counter, you could’ve just asked.”

From behind them, Knuckles groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Can you two not? You’re disturbing the customers with… whatever the hell this foreplay is.”

Rouge leaned forward on her palm, lips curling into a smirk as she stifled a laugh behind her other hand. “Oh, Knuckie… don’t ruin it. The show was just starting to get good.”

Knuckles shook his head with a grunt. “Please. One minute they’re at each other’s throats, the next they’re practically screwing on the furniture. This ‘show’ hasn’t had an intermission in weeks.”

Shadow ignored them both, his attention razor-sharp on his Omega. “Where did you even find this?” he growled, tugging at the edge of the red latex bunny outfit, his claws scraping lightly at the seam.

Sonic tilted his head over his shoulder, his grin sharp, wicked. “In your closet. Rouge said you used to wear it~”

The way Shadow froze for just a heartbeat told Sonic he’d struck gold.

Shadow whipped his gaze to Rouge, eyes narrowing into a deadly glare. She only smirked wider, unbothered.

Turning back, Shadow yanked Sonic upright with a sudden pull, his grip unrelenting. His nose brushed dangerously close to Sonic’s ear as he growled, “I told you, you can keep working here if you insist, but I will not have you parading yourself in this. Not for them. Not for anyone.”

Sonic pressed closer, his arms sliding around Shadow’s shoulders as his grin softened into something hotter, more intimate. “Come on, it’s not that bad. And besides…” His voice dropped into a husky whisper, brushing the words against Shadow’s ear. “…won’t the others think you’re giving me special treatment just because I’m your mate?”

He rocked his hips deliberately, teasing. “Or maybe you just don’t like everyone else seeing what’s yours.”

Shadow clenched his fists so tightly his claws bit into his palms. Every instinct screamed at him to bend his mate over the nearest table and claim him until the only sound out of Sonic’s mouth was a broken, breathless yes, Alpha. He knew what the blue hedgehog was doing teasing him. Purposefully bending over in front of him, tail flicking, hips swaying, wiggling just enough to drive him insane. It was so distracting, Shadow had nearly walked face-first into a closed door.

“I think he looks great. Why don’t you hop to getting those orders to their tables?” Rouge teased, her laugh bubbling up like champagne.

“Heh. Hop,” Knuckles muttered, smirking under his breath.

Shadow wasn’t laughing. His chest heaved as he glanced around the room, his gaze snagging on the hungry stares from customers locked on his Omega. It made his skin crawl, his instincts rage. He dug his claws into his head, tugging at his quills as the pressure in his chest mounted, a storm he couldn’t contain.

Rouge’s giggle faded as she tilted her head. “Oh no… we might’ve overdone it.”

And then it snapped. His voice came out low, sharp, commanding layered in something primal he hadn’t meant to let slip. “I said. Take it off.”

The weight of the Alpha command echoed in the room. Rouge’s ears flattened instantly, fear coursing through her even though the words weren’t meant for her. Knuckles stiffened.

Sonic froze. His emerald eyes went wide, color draining from his face. His ears flattened, trembling as his thumbs hooked under the edge of the latex, pulling it down to bare his chest. His voice cracked, raw with confusion and fear. “…In front of everyone?”

The sight made Shadow’s blood run cold. Horror seized him. “No no no, stop. Stop.” His own voice shook now, panicked, desperate to reel it back, but the command still thrummed in the air. Sonic’s hands kept moving on their own, dragging the suit lower. Shadow’s panic spiked. “STOP!”

And then, relief. Sonic froze mid-motion, chest heaving as the order finally cut. Sonic’s eyes were wide and glassy, his breathing unsteady, while Shadow stood rooted in place, dread written across every line of his face.

Without another word, Shadow turned sharply, retreating. He stormed into the employee bathroom, claws clutching at his head as though he could tear the horror right out from it.

Sonic shakily tugged the bodysuit back up over his chest, every breath coming shallow now that the oppressive pull of the command had lifted.

Rouge’s lips were pressed into a thin line, her earlier playfulness gone. “He’s never… used an Alpha command before.”

Sonic swallowed, ears drooping, his voice tight. “He looked just as scared as I did. I think I may have over done it” He placed a hand over the back of his neck, feeling the leftover echo of Shadow’s fear reverberating through the bond. Pain. Anguish. It matched his own.

The bathroom door slammed behind him, as Shadow braced against the sink. His claws dug into porcelain hard enough to creak, his reflection staring back at him with wide, horrified crimson eyes.

“No…” His voice cracked. His chest heaved, breath uneven, frantic.

Shadow shut his eyes tight, bile rising in his throat as images flashed: Sonic’s trembling hands dragging the suit down, his voice breaking as he pleaded, in front of everyone? The bond had flooded with fear, crackling like glass shattering, and it was all because of him.

He sank to the tile floor, clutching his head. “I’m no better than him…” His father’s voice echoed in his skull, Omegas are at the mercy of their Alphas. Disgusting.

Shadow’s claws scraped over his scalp as he growled through gritted teeth. “I need to get a fucking grip.” His whole body shook, fury and shame warring inside him until he couldn’t tell which was stronger. He could still feel Sonic through the bond relief, confusion, the aftertaste of fear clinging like smoke and it made Shadow want to tear himself apart. How could he be so undisciplined? He knew his aggression was getting worse.

He never wanted to be the kind of Alpha who reduced his mate to obedience instead of choice. And in one moment, he’d crossed the line. 

The door creaked. Soft, hesitant at first, but deliberate.

“Shads?”

Sonic’s voice threaded through the air, tentative but steady, and then light footsteps crossed the tile. A hand reached out, warm and cautious, brushing against his shoulder, to gently cup his face, an anchor trying to pull him back. “Are you okay?”

Shadow’s lips peeled back into a snarl, raw and unrestrained. His head snapped up, crimson eyes burning. “Don’t come in here to patronize me, hedgehog.” His voice was sharp, guttural, rattling like broken glass in his throat. He wrenched his face from Sonic’s hand, shoving him back hard enough that his shoulders hit the bathroom wall with a thud.

“You don’t know what I’m capable of,” Shadow growled, claws digging into the tile until hairline cracks spread beneath them. His chest heaved, crimson eyes burning wild. “One command, and I strip you down in front of a room full of vultures. One command, and you can’t even fight back. Don’t you get it? I could ruin you without even laying a finger.”

Sonic steadied himself against the wall, but instead of fear, there was fire in his eyes. He stepped forward again, close enough that their chests brushed.

“Then do it,” Sonic shot back, his voice firm, almost daring. “If you’re so sure you’re just some beast, prove it. Command me now. Break me, right here. RUIN. ME.”

Shadow’s breath faltered. His claws twitched. Every instinct screamed to shove Sonic away, to put walls back up, but the bond betrayed him, flooding with need and warmth and longing all tangled together.

“I-” His snarl broke off, sharp edges crumbling as his voice cracked. He tried again, but it came out hoarse, almost pleading. “I can’t.”

Sonic’s hand slid back up, cupping his jaw with gentleness that only infuriated him more but the heat in Sonic’s eyes, the steady hum of the bond, unraveled something inside him.

“I know you can't, ” Sonic whispered, his voice low and steady, like a promise spoken into Shadow’s very soul. He pressed their foreheads together, their breaths mingling. “It's not who you are, you would never willingly harm me.”

He tilted his head and pressed a tender kiss just above Shadow’s third eye, lingering there for a moment as if sealing the vow. Then Sonic’s arms slid around him, pulling Shadow close, guiding his head against his chest where his heartbeat drummed a steady rhythm.

Shadow let out a rough, unsteady breath. Slowly, almost reluctantly, he nuzzled into the soft peach fur, grounding himself in the warmth and scent of his mate. One crimson eye cracked open, landing on the ridiculous flash of red latex still hugging Sonic’s frame. “Please… take that fucking thing off,” he muttered, though the bite in his tone had dulled into something more fragile.

Sonic chuckled softly, brushing his fingers through Shadow’s quills. “Pretty sure you promised to tear it off with your teeth,” he teased, smirking down at him. 

Shadow only huffed against his chest, but the corner of his lips twitched with the faintest ghost of a smile.

“Don’t rip it,” Sonic smirked, tilting his chin down to rest on Shadow’s head. “I wanna see you wear it.”

“Stay out of my closet, hedgehog,” Shadow muttered, though his voice had softened, his eyes closing as he leaned against Sonic’s warmth.

“Oh, wait! Speaking of things I found in your closet…” Sonic’s hand wandered over Shadow’s back, rubbing slow circles between his spines. He felt the way Shadow immediately tensed. “Why were my clothes in a box there? My hoodie’s still folded in it.”

Shadow’s body went rigid. A low groan escaped him before he buried his face against Sonic’s chest, his mouth pressing under the latex. Without warning, he lightly sank his teeth into Sonic’s nipple.

“Sha-ahhh!” Sonic’s breath hitched, a desperate moan spilling out of him as his back arched. His fingers clenched at Shadow’s shoulders. “H-hey! Not fair! You don’t get to distract me like that!” He pushed gently at Shadow’s chest, just enough to look into his face.

Shadow turned away with a scowl and a quiet huff, crimson eyes flicking aside.

“What was the reason?” Sonic pressed, voice softer this time.

Shadow hesitated, then exhaled slowly, his tone low and raw. “…Your scent. It wasn’t just arousal, it wasn’t just an Omega drawing in an Alpha. There was… something else. Something that hooked into me and refused to let go. It was familiar, but not in any way I’d ever known before. It was like… it was made for me. Calling me.”

His eyes grew distant, as if he was still caught in that pull, then he blinked and growled under his breath. “…And then I found out it belonged to a mouthy, feisty, insatiable hedgehog.”

Sonic’s grin spread, cocky and warm all at once as he wrapped his arms tight around Shadow’s waist. “Like you’d have it any other way. Admit it, you like that about me.”

Shadow’s scowl softened. He lowered his gaze, voice hushed. “…It’s beginning to grow on me.”

Sonic beamed, his tail wagging uncontrollably as he seized Shadow’s lips in a hungry kiss. Their mouths moved in sync, passion spilling over as Sonic poured every ounce of warmth into it.

Shadow’s hands slid up to cup Sonic’s face, tilting his head back as he deepened the kiss. His tongue slipped into Sonic’s sweet, yielding mouth, tasting him, savoring him. Even outside of heat, the flavor of his Omega was intoxicating, honeyed, addictive, unlike anything Shadow had ever known.

Were Omegas always this sweet? Or was it just him? Just Sonic?

Shadow broke the kiss just long enough to fully gather Sonic into his arms, lifting him with ease as though he weighed nothing. His voice dropped, low and certain against the blue hedgehog’s ear.

“You have no need for those clothes anymore,” he murmured, lips brushing against Sonic’s temple. “Let me put you into something more suitable.”

Sonic’s tail flicked, a thrill sparking down his spine at the possessive tone. “Oh yeah?” he teased, though his voice came out huskier than he intended. “And what exactly is more suitable, Shads?”

Shadow’s crimson eyes were filled with urgency as he carried his mate toward the bedroom, every step deliberate and heavy with intent. “You will see,” he promised in a low rumble, setting Sonic gently onto the bed.

Sonic leaned back on his elbows, chest heaving, lips curling into a teasing smirk. “Oh, I’m already seeing plenty…” His eyes slowly trailed down to see his Alpha’s Rock hard dick pressing against the fabric of his pants.

Shadow didn’t answer with words. He crawled forward, settling between Sonic’s spread thighs, his gaze drinking in every inch of the blue hedgehog restrained in sleek latex. His chin pressed to Sonic’s stomach, slow and steady as he dragged it upward, nuzzling the firm line of muscle beneath the rubbery sheen. Sonic inhaled, in anticipation.

When Shadow reached the edge of the bodysuit clinging to Sonic’s chest, he paused, his mouth curving into the faintest of smirks. Then, deliberately, he caught the latex between his teeth. The faint pull of it , stretching, before Shadow tugged, pulling the material down with slow, torturous movement.

Sonic gasped, back arching as the air kissed freshly bared skin. “Sh-Shadow…” His voice cracked between a moan and plea, quills trembling against the sheets.

Shadow hummed against him, the vibration rolling into Sonic’s chest as he worked lower, lips brushing exposed flesh each time the latex peeled away. Every inch revealed was immediately worshipped, licked, kissed and bitten.

Shadow’s eyes flicked up, crimson burning with hunger and possession as the bodysuit slid further down. He released the strip of latex from his teeth with a snap, letting it cling half-undone around Sonic’s waist. “You won’t be needing this anymore,” he said darkly, voice thick with promise, before bending again to continue with teeth and tongue.

Instead of continuing down, he moved up to lavish the exposed flesh once more. Swirling his tongue around rosy buds until they were erect. The alpha continued to kiss and bite until Sonic’s nipples were swollen and aching from Shadow’s worship.

Sonic mewled, the sound raw and needy as every teasing kiss and twist of his Alpha’s tongue sent sparks racing through him. His body arched, writhing under the attention, helpless to the pleasure unraveling him. He could feel his slick gathering, hot and messy inside the latex, each grind of his hips smearing it further as he sought more friction from Shadow. His thighs trembled, straining to pull his mate closer, desperate for the pressure that only he could give.

The ebony hedgehog lingered there, mouth closing over a peaked bud, sucking hard enough to make Sonic arch violently off the bed. His free hand pressed down on Sonic’s hip, pinning him, reminding him he wasn’t going anywhere.

By the time Shadow worked the latex lower, rolling it down Sonic’s hips and thighs, Sonic was panting, trembling mess, caught between begging to be freed and begging for the torment to never end.

“I suppose you’ll spend all day on my knot once more,” Shadow licked over his fangs, savoring the sight of his mate trembling in need.

“Oh chaos, yes, Alpha!” Sonic moaned, his back arching, quills brushing the sheets.

“You aren’t even in heat anymore and you’re this needy?” Shadow teased, his voice low and velvety as his fingers slipped beneath the latex. Slick immediately coated them, and Sonic tried to grind down, desperate for friction, only to whine pathetically when Shadow pulled away.

“Shads… please, you can’t get me all worked up like this,” Sonic begged, hips writhing helplessly.

“Isn’t that what you tried to do to me? By wearing this?” Shadow’s hands skimmed deliberately on outside of the latex, over his needy slit, making Sonic whimper and twitch as his body betrayed him. “You wanted to tempt me. You need to be punished.”

“Oh Gaia, YES, Shadow, please punish me,” Sonic keened, biting his lip, eyes shining with desperate anticipation.

Shadow chuckled darkly, the cruel edge finally cutting through. Sonic only realized too late what that sound meant his Alpha pulled back.

“If you want to be rewarded, you’ll have to learn not to test me.” Shadow tilted his chin up, forcing Sonic to meet his gaze. “I only reward good Omegas. Rouge will bring you something suitable to wear. You’ll be a good boy for me and put it on. Maybe then… I’ll consider rewarding you.” His smirk was wicked as he released Sonic’s face, pushing his chin away like he wasn’t worth the effort, before moving off the bed.

The door clicked softly shut behind him.

“Damn it!” Sonic threw his head back against the pillows, growling in frustration. He was flushed, slick, and throbbing with need, horny enough to ache and it wasn’t fair. Shadow had settled a trap and he stupidly walked right into it!

Sonic groaned into the pillow, body squirming with restless heat. He slipped his hand between his thighs, trying to tease his clit, every little shift making him more desperate. It didn't help, his pussy was throbbing with the need to be filled by Alpha cock. He buried his face, whining into the sheets.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed before a soft knock broke through his misery.

“Delivery for one very impatient little blue hedgehog,” Rouge’s sing-song voice floated in before the door creaked open.

Sonic peeked up, ears burning red when he saw her dangling a sleek box from her fingers.

“Oh, this is rich,” she grinned, stepping inside. “Shadow really left you here dripping and desperate, huh? Poor thing…” Her gaze swept over him, sprawled in latex, his chest rising and falling quick with desperation. “I should snap a picture, I bet it would be a big hit on our website.”

“Rouge!” Sonic whined, throwing his arms over his face. “Don’t you dare!”

She only laughed, sauntering to the bed and dropping the box onto his stomach. “Relax, sugar. I’m not that cruel. But you should know Shadow’s idea of ‘suitable attire’ might not exactly… cool you down.”

Sonic’s breath hitched as he opened the lid. Inside lay a dress of deep crimson, sheer fabric that clung in all the right places. The bodice dipped low, straps crossing his shoulders like a harness, while the skirt was short in the front but flowed long in the back, scandalous yet elegant. It was matched with black thigh highs with matching gloves. Along with the dress was a collar, similar to the one he previously wore, black velvet with gold hardware, this one was purely for decoration, what really made his blood boil was the ‘Property of Shadow’ engraved in cursive. 

Rouge smirked as his hands shook, picking it up. “Mm, looks like he’s making you dress the part, huh? Guess Alpha’s setting the rules now.”

Sonic glared at her, cheeks blazing. “This is humiliating…”

“Funny, your scent says you’re turned on,” she teased, tapping her nose. “Now, be a good boy and put it on. I’ll even help, if you’re too flustered.”

Sonic growled under his breath moving into Shadow's closet to change. He slipped out of the latex with shaking hands, sliding into the new outfit. The fabric clung to his curves, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. He walked out, arms folded, as Rouge's face lit up with a smirk. 

Rouge adjusted the straps with a little pat to his hip. “Perfect. You look like dessert on a platter.” She winked. “Shadow’s going to eat you alive.”

Before Sonic could retort, the door clicked again.

Shadow stepped inside, gaze immediately sharpening as it locked onto his Omega. The slow, dangerous curl of his lips said everything.

“…Good boy,” he purred, and Sonic’s knees nearly buckled.

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Sonic sat perched on the edge of the bed, one leg bouncing restlessly. His whole body was strung taut, every nerve rubbed raw by Shadow’s cruel little game. First, the bastard had worked him up, then shoved him into this flimsy dress and as punishment, refused to so much as touch him. It was torture, pure and simple. What burned the most was how well it worked.

With a frustrated huff, he stood and paced the room for the hundredth time, glancing at the clock. He’d spent the night in Shadow’s bed, but Shadow himself had left after looking at him and never returned. Normally Rouge would’ve swung by to bring him an outfit to wear before his shift, but the hour had long since passed. Sonic chewed his lip, glancing down at himself. He couldn’t go out there like this, the damn thing was see-through. Crossing his arms over his chest, he tapped his foot impatiently.

Finally, he’d had enough. He shoved the door open a crack and peered into Shadow’s office. Shadow sat at his desk, focused on paperwork. He didn’t even look up at the sound of the door, only his ears flicking toward it.

“What are you doing, hedgehog?” Shadow asked flatly.

“I- uh… my shift. I don’t have an outfit to wear.” Sonic stepped out carefully, eyes darting to make sure the room was empty.

“You don’t need one,” Shadow said curtly, though a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Sonic gawked, throwing his arms out toward the sheer fabric. “You expect me to work in this?! It’s see-through!”

“No,” Shadow purred, a crimson gaze sliding over him like a caress. “I don’t expect you to work at all. You said you wanted punishment.” His smirk widened. “What better punishment than doing nothing?”

“That’s stupid, I-” Sonic stopped himself, realization crashing down. No… it was brilliant. It had only been an hour and he was already bouncing off the walls, desperate for something, anything, to ease the restless ache in him. His eyes narrowed. “So… you don’t think I’ll walk out there in this?”

Shadow’s gaze sharpened, the smirk vanishing into something darker. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Sonic’s lips curved into a wicked grin. Oh. So that was it. He was counting on Sonic being too humiliated to step foot outside. Well… that sounded like a challenge.

“Oh, I dare,” Sonic said, voice low with mischief.

Before Shadow could fire back, Sonic spun on his heel and stormed to the main door. His heart hammered in his chest, every nerve alight with the thrill of rebellion. He yanked it open and slipped out, moving fast blurring past workers and their clients until he broke into the lounge.

Without hesitation, he darted behind the bar. If he stayed behind the counter no one would see just how indecent the bottom half of the dress really was. Pouring drinks kept him upright, kept his dignity intact.

“Hey, Rouge,” Sonic said, twirling a bottle in his hand like a toy. “Mind if I bartend today?”

Rouge leaned on her elbow, giving him a long, slow once-over before her lips curled into a smirk. “I wasn’t expecting you at work today, are you just trying to hide?”

Sonic nodded quickly, eyes bright with mischief. “Making drinks is nothing I can’t handle. Pleasseee?” He batted his lashes dramatically, playing up the charm.

Rouge chuckled, shaking her head. “Alright, Blue. Let’s see what you’ve got.” With a swing of her hips, she took up a tray and drifted into the crowd, in seconds already dazzling a group of patrons with her own charm.

Relief washed over Sonic as he dove into the work. Mixing, shaking, pouring it was chaos, and chaos was his favorite. Busy hands meant a busy mind, and the thrill of serving drink after drink had him grinning again. He could see Shadow out of the corner of his eye, leaning against the far wall of the lounge, arms crossed, crimson gaze locked on him with unblinking intensity. Watching. Waiting.

But Sonic refused to let it shake him. Just like with serving, bartending came naturally. If he didn’t know a recipe, he skimmed the cheat sheet tucked behind the counter. He cracked jokes, tossed bottles with a flair, and threw one-liners at the customers who flirted with him earning laughter and tips like it was nothing.

For the first time since being shoved into this humiliating dress, he felt in control. He was working, moving, thriving under the chaos, every grin and wink from a patron fueling his confidence.

His chest swelled with a little pride, a smirk tugging at his lips. For a moment, he thought he’d done it. He’d beaten Shadow at his own punishment game

Smirk ready, he spun around, eager to throw his little victory in Shadow’s face, only to nearly drop the shaker when he realized Shadow was standing right beside him.

“What are you doing?” Sonic asked, trying to sound casual as he rattled the martini shaker.

“Cleaning,” Shadow replied smoothly as he wiped down the counter with a bar towel, but the way he slid closer told another story. His shoulder brushed Sonic’s, then his hip, the heat of him impossible to ignore.

Sonic gritted his teeth. “Tch you’re in my space.”

Shadow didn’t move away. Instead, he leaned across Sonic under the guise of reaching for another glass, his chest brushing along Sonic’s back with deliberate slowness. Sonic froze, the martini shaker nearly slipping from his grasp once more.

“Shadow…” he hissed, ears burning hot, tail flicking in frantic little jerks.

“Hm?” Shadow’s voice was low, velvet-smooth, and dangerously close to his ear. His hand slipped under the bar as if searching for something, but instead it slid boldly across Sonic’s thigh. A firm squeeze had Sonic jolting, knees knocking against the bar as he fought to keep the shaker steady.

“C-careful!” Sonic hissed, panic and heat mixing in his chest. “You’re gonna make me drop-”

“You could drop everything and come back to bed,” Shadow murmured, his lips curving into a wicked smirk. His hand traveled higher, fingers dragging slowly, deliberately, over blue fur before retreating leaving a trail of fire in their wake. To anyone watching, it looked like nothing. But to Sonic, it was teasing. Absolute torture.

Oh, Chaos, yes he wanted to give in, to vanish back into the bedroom. But that would mean admitting defeat. Shadow would win. He couldn’t allow that.

Sonic’s face blazed scarlet, his body caught between wanting to shove him away or melt into him. The humiliation of being teased in full view of the lounge only twisted the hunger inside him tighter.

Shadow leaned in again, close enough that his lips brushed Sonic’s ear. “Keep mixing, Omega. Don’t let me distract you.”

“Oh, you’re going down,” Sonic growled under his breath, hands trembling as he poured the martini. The liquid nearly sloshed over the rim, every nerve in his body strung tight between shame and aching desire. He quickly slid the drink over to the waiting server, who whisked it away.

“On you, hopefully,” Shadow replied smoothly, his voice dripping with faux innocence as he plucked another glass to polish.

Sonic’s heart skipped so violently that he fumbled, the shaker slipped from his hands and clattered loudly onto the floor. He winced, face burning. That smile on Shadow’s face, too smug, too knowing was his undoing. As he bent to retrieve the shaker, his eyes caught on something.

Shadow’s tail had slipped into its long form, swaying lazily behind him. It didn’t look threatening like it had with Scourge; the barbs were tucked in, the surface smooth, closed like a rosebud. Sonic’s lips twitched upward before he dropped the dirty shaker into the wash bin.

“You know,” Sonic grinned, tilting his head, as he stood back up. “you’re pretty cute when you smile.”

This time it was Shadow who froze. An ear flicked, his muzzle dusting pink. “Focus on your work,” he said with practiced nonchalance.

The sight tugged at something in Sonic’s chest. They’d been caught in this push and pull all week fighting, fucking, punishing, defying. But rarely did they just exist together. Once he won this little game, they should do something together, maybe go out? He wanted to see more of that smile. He had a lot of cash saved up from tips. The thought made him beam, renewed with playful energy. He turned back to the next waiting patron with a grin.

“One mojito coming right up,” Sonic announced cheerfully, plucking mint leaves from a sprig he pulled from the bar fridge. He didn’t flinch when Shadow’s tail brushed his thigh; he chalked it up to an accident, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

The panther mobian, waiting for his drink, raked his gaze over Sonic, lingering shamelessly on the sheer fabric clinging to his chest, the outline of everything beneath on full display. His eyes flicked briefly to Shadow. For a moment, Sonic swore he felt those crimson eyes blaze, but when he looked, Shadow’s gaze was downcast, his hands calmly polishing a glass.

“You two look like you could be siblings,” the panther drawled.

Sonic’s smirk widened. Time to play dirty. He set the mojito down with a flourish, then dramatically draped himself over Shadow arms looped around his neck, one leg curling around his waist. He ground his hips shamelessly against Shadow, giggling in a sing-song voice. “Ohhh, we’re close~”

Shadow stiffened like a struck chord, his blush flaring deeper. For all his dominance, his composure cracked when Sonic played like this in public.

“Mhm,” the panther purred, eyes glittering as he leaned on the counter, clearly enjoying the display. “I’m really into siblings right now”

Sonic could feel Shadow’s muscles locked tight beneath him, the weight of his restraint, and it only fueled his wicked little grin. If Shadow thought he could torture him with denial, then Sonic would return the favor with an audience.

Sonic giggled again, purposefully grinding against Shadow, not that the panther could see below their waists, his voice syrup-sweet. “He takes such good care of me~ Keeps me out of trouble, feeds me, dresses me…Makes sure I look good” He fluttered his lashes at the panther. “Such a responsible older brother~”

Shadow’s jaw ticked, but he didn’t move, only scrubbed a glass so hard it squeaked against the rag. His tail suddenly wrapped tightly around a blue thigh.

The panther chuckled, clearly entertained, sipping leisurely from his drink. “Responsible, hm? You sound spoiled. Maybe you need someone else to handle you once in a while.”

Sonic’s ears flicked, catching the flirtation immediately. Rather than shrink, he doubled down. He tipped his muzzle closer to the panther, still clinging to Shadow’s neck. “Oh, I’m spoiled rotten. But that’s what makes me fun.” His voice dropped to a purr. “Think you could handle me?”

The panther leaned in, eyes glittering. “I’d like to try.” His gaze shifted, locking onto the ebony hedgehog instead. “You look like you could use a treat for putting up with such a naughty little brother.” With a boldness that made Sonic’s stomach twist, the panther reached out and laid his hand over Shadow’s, stopping him mid-polish. “Let me help you relax.”

Sonic froze. His breath caught as his eyes dropped to that hand covering Shadow’s. Something ugly churned in his gut, sharp and bitter. He’d been playing this whole thing as a joke pushing, teasing, dangling himself like bait but seeing someone else touch Shadow, seeing that look in the panther’s eyes? Chaos, he didn’t like it. Not one bit. The thought of Shadow giving that smile, that attention, to someone else… His throat went dry. 

Shadow's ear twitched, feeling the sudden jealousy swim through the bond, however, he didn’t bristle. He didn’t snap. Instead, he lifted his crimson gaze, half-lidded and unreadable, and with effortless grace slid the panther’s hand aside. “Apologies, my dear patron,” he murmured, velvet-smooth. “As much as we would love to play, my little brother forgets we have a bar to man. But-” his lips curved into a smile that was pure, devastating sin “there are plenty of courtesans who would be more than happy to take you up on your offer.”

The panther chuckled, unbothered by the rejection. He drew back with his drink, eyes lingering on the pair. “Next time then.”

Sonic released the ebony hedgehog from his grasp, retreating to his drink station. Shadow’s words rang in his ears my little brother and that smile, so divine it hurt to look at, hadn’t even been meant for him. His chest clenched with the knot of jealousy, but before he could dwell on it, Shadow’s attention slid to him.

The crimson gaze pinned him where he stood. “Playing dirty, I see?” Shadow’s smirk sharpened, dangerous. “Let’s up the stakes since you are growing bolder, shall we?”

Sonic’s heart beat thrummed in his ears. The panic of a minute ago melted into exhilaration, into reckless hunger. He flashed a cocky grin, tail twitching. “You’re on.”

Sonic worked the bar with practiced ease, passing drinks to wandering patrons and servers ferrying trays across the lounge. Still, his nerves buzzed with restless anticipation he was waiting, begging inside, for Shadow to make his next move.

He’d almost forgotten about the long, coiled tail snug around his thigh until a new patron leaned across the counter, chin propped in her palm. A gecko mobian, eyes glimmering with mischief.

“And what can I get for you?” Sonic asked, flashing his usual grin.

“Sex on the beach… and then a drink,” she giggled, batting her lashes at both him and Shadow.

Sonic chuckled, tossing her a wink. “Coming right up, sans the sand.” He reached for the bottles, pouring vodka, peach schnapps, steady hands, easy charm. But when he tipped the orange juice, his rhythm faltered. Liquid sloshed dangerously close to spilling as a sudden flicker of sensation made his ears snap upright. He glanced down. Shadow’s tail. The sleek, deceptively smooth tip had crept higher, brushing exactly where Sonic was most vulnerable.

“Something wrong?” the gecko asked, lips curling.

“N-no, not at all. Just… almost forgot the cranberry juice, heh.” His voice pitched tight as he forced himself to keep moving. He splashed the final ingredient into the shaker and snapped the lid on. But as he started to shake, Shadow’s tail slipped between his folds, nudging, pressing, stroking his clit with deliberate cruelty.

Sonic bit down hard on his lip. The rhythm of the shaker matched the rhythm of the circling tip, the faster he shook the more vigorously the tail massaged his swollen nub threatening to undo him right there at the bar. Heat pooled fast, his thighs dampening as the teasing turned maddening. He bit his lip as his legs trembled, begging to buckle under the pleasure that violently pulsed through his body. Somehow, he managed to strain the finished drink into a glass, garnishing it with an orange wedge before sliding it to her with a weak grin.

“Thanks, handsome,” she purred, sauntering off.

As soon as he slid the drink across the counter, the tail stilled. The pleasure was ripped from him in an instant, leaving his body aching, slick dripping freely between his thighs. Sonic’s lips parted in a quiet, desperate breath he barely managed to swallow back. He wanted to whine, beg anything to make Shadow give that back.

But then another patron stepped up, and Shadow’s tail didn’t retreat. Instead, it coiled tighter around Sonic’s thigh like a claim, holding him steady. Every nerve in Sonic’s body screamed at the restraint, trembling on the knife’s edge between release and denial.

Fuck, he wanted it. Needed it. Just one push, one flick, and he’d shatter.

“N-ngh… what can I get you?” Sonic forced the words out with a crooked smile, his voice ragged from holding back the moan clawing up his throat.

The patron, a wolf mobian with a lazy smirk leaned forward on the counter. “Whiskey sour,” he drawled.

Sonic nodded quickly, reaching for the bottle, but froze mid-motion as Shadow’s tail shifted. The smooth tip pressed deliberately against his entrance, teasing the slick heat there. Sonic’s knees buckled against the bar, his hand almost slipping on the glass as his breath hitched loud enough for the wolf to raise a brow.

“Everything alright, sweetheart?” the patron asked, grin widening at Sonic’s flushed cheeks.

“Y-yeah...j-just fine!” Sonic stammered, fumbling to pour the whiskey. His thighs squeezed tight, trying to fight the maddening pressure of Shadow’s tail poised right where he needed it most. 

But Shadow didn’t give him the mercy of a thrust. He just lingered, circling lazily, dipping in shallow enough to make Sonic’s whole body quake with the effort not to fold over the counter and beg. His slick coated tip, every taunting nudge making the drink in his hand tremble dangerously close to spilling.

Sonic bit down on a whimper as he finished the pour, adding lemon juice with shaking fingers. The wolf only leaned closer, clearly entertained by his flustered state.

“Little nervous, huh? Take your time, cutie,” he teased.

“He’s new.”

The ever-composed ebony hedgehog didn’t even glance up from polishing the glass in his hands, face the perfect mask of indifference. No one would ever guess the torment he was inflicting beneath the counter.

Sonic nearly doubled over as Shadow’s tail slid inside him, thicker at the base where the barbs were rolled smooth. The stretch hit every sweet spot at once, forcing a broken mewl past his lips that he quickly tried to disguise with words. “Mhmgah-h-here ya go!” He shoved the whiskey sour toward the wolf with shaking hands, ears flat, blush searing his face.

The wolf chuckled, oblivious, and walked away with his drink.

But Shadow’s tail didn’t withdraw. It stayed buried deep, heavy and unyielding. Sonic clung to the counter, hips rocking in tiny jerks as he chased friction, desperate for more. Slick dripped freely down his thighs, his body trembling on the edge of collapse. His breath hitched into little whimpers, eyes glassy, close to tears.

“Chaos, Sh-shads, please…” Sonic’s voice cracked, nothing but raw begging.

And then, salvation, another patron slid up to the bar. Sonic snapped his head up, relief and humiliation clashing in his chest. If someone ordered something complicated, maybe, just maybe, Shadow would give him what he needed.

“I’ll have an orgasm,” the patron said smoothly.

Sonic nearly laughed, nearly screamed. Fuck, me too.

His throat was too tight to risk speaking. He only nodded quickly and set about making the shot, his whole body trembling as Shadow finally gave him what he craved. The tail began to piston into him, slow and deliberate, in perfect counterpoint to the motions of his hands.

Vodka. Amaretto. Irish cream. Sonic’s shaky grip splashed more than it poured, his hips rolling helplessly against the bar to match Shadow’s rhythm. Every thrust drove slick heat through his core, his thighs pressing tight together as he bit down on his lip to keep the moans trapped.

He shook the mix with trembling arms, ears pressed flat, his face scarlet. It was torture delicious, unbearable torture preparing a drink called Orgasm while he was seconds from breaking apart behind the counter.

By the time he poured the creamy shot into the glass, his hand was shaking so violently it almost overflowed. He slid it across the counter with a grin that was more of a grimace, his knees knocking against the bar as Shadow’s tail gave a sharper thrust.

The patron winked. “Looks delicious. Maybe I’ll be back for another.”

Sonic could only nod, biting the inside of his cheek as tears pricked his eyes. He was so close but Shadow still hadn’t let him cum.

The patron slipped away with his drink, oblivious to the storm brewing behind the counter. Sonic’s hands slammed down on the bar to steady himself, every nerve alight. He was seconds away so close he could barely think.

Shadow’s tail stilled again, suddenly pulling out completely. The denial was unbearable. A broken sob bubbled out of Sonic’s throat, tears pricking his lashes as his slick dripped down his thighs.

“Shadow… p-please,” he whimpered, his voice ragged, too desperate to care anymore if anyone heard. His tail flicked wildly, ears pinned flat.

Shadow shook his head, expression unreadable, his voice cool and commanding. “Compose yourself, hedgehog. We will have more customers soon.”

Sonic nearly broke then and there. He wanted to cry, wanted to beg, but instead he bit into his knuckles, muffling a whimper as Shadow’s tail shifted higher, slick-coated tip pressing insistently at his other entrance. His breath hitched, legs trembling. He had never taken it there before, but the combination of sharp stretch and overwhelming stimulation made his toes curl. The pain bled quickly into molten pleasure until his hips rocked helplessly back against the intrusion as Shadow’s tail worked him open.

“Hedgehog.” Shadow’s curt tone snapped through the haze. Sonic forced himself upright or at least as straight as he could manage while clinging desperately to the bar for support, his body shaking. He prayed for the music to drown him out, because his moans were increasing in volume.

And then Rouge appeared, balancing a tray with her usual smirk. “Blue, you look practically feverish.” Her eyes slid toward Shadow knowingly as she placed the tray down.

Before Sonic could stammer an excuse, Shadow moved in behind him, bracketing him against the bar. His hard length ground against Sonic’s ass in a slow, deliberate drag that made his knees weaken. That intoxicating scent, his Alpha’s wrapped around him, and Sonic’s eyes fluttered half-shut.

“I am working him to the bone,” Shadow said smoothly, flashing fangs in a wicked grin. “This is a large order. I’ll help him out. We’ll call you when we’re done, Rouge.”

“Sure thing, boys,” Rouge purred, sauntering off with a knowing glance.

The second she was gone, Shadow’s tail slipped free. Sonic gave a pitiful, broken mewl at the loss. But then he felt the hard ridge of his Alpha’s cock drag slowly through his soaked folds, smearing slick over sensitive flesh before pressing insistently at his newly worked ring of muscle. Sonic’s body jolted no, no, he wasn’t ready-

And then Shadow pushed. The thick head breached with a steady, merciless thrust, stretching him wide until his puckered ring yielded, heat swallowing him whole. “Fuck...so tight”

The sudden invasion shattered him. Sonic cried out, the sound high and raw, his body convulsing as his climax ripped free the instant Shadow entered. Pain and pleasure tangled into something unbearable, unstoppable, as his slick gushed down his thighs.

Shadow’s hand clamped over his peach muzzle, muffling the desperate wail that threatened to echo across the lounge. Crimson eyes flicked downward, ears twitching as he caught the wet splatter of release pooling onto the floor beneath them.

“You came just from that?,” he murmured darkly, burying himself to the hilt inside his trembling Omega. His lips brushed Sonic’s ear, breath hot, cruelly tender. “My good boy~” The scent of citrus filled his senses, it wasn't as thick as his heat scent but no less intoxicating. 

Sonic lay slumped over the bar, face buried in his arms, his whole body trembling from the euphoria. His chest heaved against the polished surface, every breath shaky and uneven. Shadow’s other palm smoothed over his back almost tenderly, a gesture that made his ruined body shiver. A few curious mobians glanced their way at the muffled noises, but Shadow didn’t miss a beat.

“I stepped on his foot,” he said flatly, his tone calm enough to convince them. They turned back to their drinks, and just as if fate agreed with him, the lights dimmed and a pair of dancers took the floor, the sultry show pulling everyone’s attention away from the bar. Perfect cover. Now no one would pay attention as he destroyed his Omega in plain sight. 

Shadow leaned in close, teeth nibbling Sonic’s ear as his hips began to move again. He slid out slow, letting the thick head and ridges drag against tight clenching walls, before slamming back in with a deliberate snap that made Sonic jolt forward on the bar.

“You’re pathetic,” Shadow whispered, his voice a blade dipped in silk. “So fucked out you can’t even stand on your own two feet. Sprawled across the bar like a needy little slut.”

Sonic whimpered into his arms, toes curling as his Alpha’s cock stroked him back into dizzying arousal. His body betrayed him, clenching greedily, shuddering with each thrust.

“Listen to you,” Shadow’s hand pressed firmer over Sonic’s mouth, stifling his cries. “Moaning like you want the whole club to know you’re getting filled right here. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? To be seen writhing under me like the shameless Omega you are.”

Before Sonic could shake his head, Shadow’s tail unwrapped his thigh and slipped back inside his dripping pussy, stretching him further, plunging deep with a punishing rhythm that clashed perfectly with his thrusts. The double stimulation ripped a sobbing moan from Sonic’s throat, muffled only by Shadow’s palm. His eyes rolled back, vision sparking white as the rhythm broke him apart piece by piece.

“You can’t even think anymore, can you?” Shadow growled low, biting down on the curve of Sonic’s shoulder. “All you know is my cock, my tail, filling you, using you. Say it. Say you’re nothing but my toy.”

Sonic’s muffled cries pitched higher, his body convulsing as the heat coiled fast in his gut, his slick spilling messily down his thighs. He tried to speak, tried to give Shadow the words he wanted, but all that came out were broken moans swallowed into Shadow’s hand.

“That’s right,” Shadow snarled against his ear, hips snapping harder, tail pistoning mercilessly. “Come for me again, slut. Make a mess all over my cock like the desperate little Omega you are.”

Sonic shattered, his whole body locking up as his climax ripped through him with feral intensity, every nerve screaming under the brutal rhythm that kept him pinned and trembling against the bar.

Shadow almost faltered mid-thrust as a sudden wave of molten pleasure surged through him that was not his own, but Sonic’s, bleeding hot and raw across their bond. His lips curled into a dark smile. The hedgehog was drowning in ecstasy, every pulse and stretch echoing back through the link, magnifying Shadow’s own arousal until his control thinned dangerously.

“So greedy,” he murmured against Sonic’s ear, pressing deeper, grinding his swollen knot against his rim. “Every shiver, every moan, I feel it all. You can’t hide a thing from me, Omega. I know exactly how good I make you feel.”

Sonic keened, back arching, the bond blazing between them until Shadow swore he could taste his pleasure on his tongue. The hedgehog was utterly delicious wrapped around him, clamping down with desperate, slick heat that made Shadow’s hips piston harder.

“Chaos, you’re sweet like this,” Shadow hissed, tightening his grip on Sonic’s waist. “Every drop of your pleasure feeds me… and I’ll wring every last cry out of you until you’re nothing but mine.”

Sonic’s whole body was trembling, quills damp with sweat, his blue fur sticking to the bar. Every thrust had him gushing slick, every drag of Shadow’s dick against that raw, stretched ring had him sobbing into the hand muffling his cries. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t beg his voice was nothing but muffled whines and broken moans. 

Shadow leaned close, his lips brushing Sonic’s ear, voice low and poisonous-sweet. “Look at you… my perfect little Omega. Reduced to a mess, dripping on my cock in the middle of the bar. You couldn’t serve another drink if your life depended on it.” He gave a particularly sharp thrust that made Sonic jolt violently, eyes rolling back. “But that’s fine. You don’t need to think. You don’t need to move. You just need to take it.”

Sonic could only whimper in agreement, too far gone to resist. His body convulsed again, his hole fluttering desperately around Shadow, pulling, milking him for everything.

That was all it took. With a growl that vibrated through Sonic’s whole body, Shadow drove deep and buried himself to the hilt, avoiding the knot as his cock swelled thick deep inside. His tail pulsed with matching rhythm, every beat forcing Sonic’s stretched walls to quake around both intrusions.

Then the heat hit him, thick, hot release pouring deep into his guts, flooding him until Sonic thought he’d burst. His back arched violently, a muffled scream tearing from his throat as he felt Shadow's orgasm rip through him, spraying the floor beneath with both of their releases. His whole body seized, trembling under the overwhelming rush of being fucked so completely, so thoroughly.

Shadow held him down, grinding deeper as he emptied himself. “Take it. Take all of it,” he ordered through gritted teeth, his fangs bared, his breath hot on Sonic’s neck. “You’re mine to fill, mine to ruin, mine to keep dripping for the rest of the night.”

“Mhhmm” Sonic sobbed, nodding against the hand covering his mouth, eyes rolling back as another aftershock wracked his frame. His belly felt heavy, stuffed to the brim, and still Shadow kept him pinned to the bar; he didn't knot his Omega, knowing they would need to be able to make a quick escape.

When his erection slowly ebbed, Shadow stayed pressed flush to him, one arm tight around his waist, the other still covering his mouth. He leaned close, lips brushing Sonic’s sweat-damp ear. “Such a good boy… my perfect little mess. Should we head back to the room now?”

Sonic’s only response was a broken mewl, body limp, completely spent yet still quivering around his Alpha’s cock and tail.

°. ⋆༺☾𖤓༻⋆. °

Sonic found himself back in their bed, the sheets soft against his overworked body. His chest rose and fell in quick little gasps, head still buzzing, caught somewhere between floating and falling from the pleasure reverberating through their bond. Every nerve still hummed, overstimulated with echoes of Shadow’s pleasure tangled with his own.

For a moment, he glanced around, dazed. The room was quiet, dim from the only light being a lamp on the nightstand, but no Alpha in sight. A whimper escaped before he could stop it, his body curling in on itself instinctively. The emptiness pressed in, panic starting to stir like cold water on his skin.

“Alpha…” His voice broke into a fragile whine, small and raw. He squeezed his eyes shut, clutching at the sheets as his chest tightened.

“Omega.”

The word was a low rumble against his ear, warm breath ghosting over his skin. In the next heartbeat, he was pulled into a strong embrace, pressed flush to the solid warmth of his Alpha. Shadow’s arms wrapped around him like armor, steady and unyielding. A soft lick brushed away the tears that had slipped free, followed by the gentle nuzzle of a muzzle against his neck.

“I’ve got you,” Shadow whispered, his tone softer than Sonic had ever heard, velvet wrapped around steel. “You’re safe.”

The tension drained from Sonic all at once, a broken little sob melting into a soft, contented purr as he collapsed against Shadow’s chest. Their bond pulsed steady and soothing, Shadow’s calm flowing into him, grounding him. He buried his face in his Alpha’s fur, inhaling that dark, familiar scent that meant home.

Shadow kissed the top of his head, rubbing gentle circles across his back. “No need to panic, I’m right here,” he murmured.

Sonic curled fully around him, purring louder as he nuzzled into Shadow’s warmth. The steady beat of his Alpha’s heart beneath his ear, the scent enveloping him, made everything feel safe and right. He let himself sink into the quiet intimacy, letting the world fade away.

After a while, Sonic noticed the soft, rhythmic clicks, sounding like a Geiger counter coming from Shadow. He lifted his head slightly and pressed a chaste kiss to the tan muzzle of his mate. Shadow returned it with equal tenderness, their noses brushing, breaths mingling. They simply lay there, wrapped together, letting time stretch lazily around them, enjoying the silence and the closeness that needed no words.

“I guess you won this round,” Sonic muttered. 

“You'll get me next time” Shadow looked at him with a small silence once more.

Finally, Sonic broke the quiet, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Hey, Shads… What's your favorite food?”

Shadow raised an eyebrow, curious. “Hmm… why do you ask?”

“I don’t know much about you… and I’d like to,” Sonic said softly, nuzzling closer.

“Coffee beans,” Shadow replied flatly.

Sonic blinked in confusion. “Coffee… beans? The bean?”

“Yes,” Shadow said simply. Then, after a pause, he added, “And what culinary masterpiece is your favorite food?”

Sonic’s grin widened, knowing his choice wasn’t exactly refined. “Chili dogs.”

Shadow let out a long sigh, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Why am I not surprised?”

“It’s not a masterpiece, but at least it’s… normal,” Sonic said, pouting playfully. “Coffee beans? Now my plan won’t work.”

Shadow’s eyes narrowed. “What plan?”

“To take you out on a date,” Sonic said, a mischievous sparkle in his eye. “I guess I could take you out for coffee beans, but I don’t know which ones are the best. I can’t just give my Alpha any beans, they have to be the best.”

He rambled on for a moment, and Shadow’s cheeks dusted pink, eyes wide at the word date. They had just… had public sex, and yet the idea of a simple, domestic date made Shadow’s chest tighten in a way he hadn’t expected.

Sonic leaned closer, whispering with a soft smile, “So… will you go with me?”

Shadow’s crimson gaze softened, a faint, reluctant smile tugging at his lips. “We’ll see… Omega.”

“Why not? I don’t know much about the area… we could make a day of it. Explore a little, see what we find,” Sonic said, eyes wide and earnest, his voice soft but full of hope. “I can look up some places if you want… please, Shadow?” He tilted his head, chin slightly down, letting those puppy-dog eyes plead with him.

Shadow studied him for a moment, his crimson gaze flicking over every detail, the curve of Sonic’s lips, the sparkle in his emerald eyes, the way he leaned just enough to draw attention without asking too much. Finally, he gave a begrudging nod. “Fine,” he muttered, voice low but reluctant acceptance threading through it.

Sonic’s face lit up, a grin breaking across his features. He pumped his fist in small, triumphant bursts. “Yes! It’s a date!”

Shadow smirked, the corner of his muzzle quirking upward. “A date… to die for,” he murmured, dark and teasing.

Sonic laughed, a soft, carefree sound that seemed to fill the space between them. “It’ll be so good, I’ll make you eat those words,” he chuckled, settling back comfortably. The two of them let the sound of their purring and Shadow’s low, rhythmic clicking fill the quiet room, a comfortable, shared cadence that needed no other words.

“What is your favorite color?” Sonic asked after a moment, head tilting again, curiosity shining bright.

Shadow’s gaze dropped to him, locking onto those brilliant emerald eyes flecked with gold, viridian, and pale celadon. They shimmered like sunlight caught in a forest canopy, sparkling with life and warmth, and for a moment, the world fell away. He could lose himself in them, wake up in a sunlit grove, leaves swaying gently above, the air warm and sweet. Without thinking, he muttered, “Green.”

Sonic’s grin broadened, eyes curving in delight. “Mine’s red!” he said proudly. “What about… things you like? Hobbies or favorites?” he continued, leaning a little closer, the gentle intimacy of the moment making the question feel both playful and tender.

Shadow’s lips pressed into a thin line as he averted his eyes, unable to look away completely yet not wanting to meet the sparkle and warmth in Sonic’s gaze. “I enjoy reading, riding my bike… leatherworking, a freshly brewed espresso, the air after a storm, music… and baking, when I have a good excuse to,” he admitted softly, each word deliberate, revealing fragments of himself he rarely shared.

Sonic’s eyes widened in fascination. “You have a bicycle? I can’t imagine-”

“No,” Shadow cut him off, a rare, playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Motorcycle. You’re correct in being unable to imagine me on a bicycle.”

Sonic’s laugh bubbled out again, bright and filled with excitement. “That’s so cool! Can I see it?!” he asked, practically bouncing with enthusiasm.

Shadow’s lips curved into a soft, private smile, warmth flickering across his features. “Perhaps… when we go on this date,” he murmured, leaning just slightly closer so the tip of his muzzle brushed against Sonic’s.

“I can't wait” Sonic’s heart skipped a beat, and he leaned into the warmth, grinning wide, feeling the slow, steady thrum of connection, of trust, and something far deeper blooming between them.

°. ⋆༺☾𖤓༻⋆. °

It had been another week, and things between Shadow and Sonic had shifted noticeably. They no longer spent their time locked in constant battles; instead, quiet moments crept in guessing games about each other’s favorites, shameless flirting, laughter that carried late into the night. Shadow had never felt so light before, as if some unseen weight had finally slipped from his shoulders. His step was livelier, his fur sleeker, his quills sharper. He almost felt… content.

“Crazy the effect Omegas have on Alphas, huh?” Knuckles drawled as he came to lean casually against the wall beside him.

“What do you mean?” Shadow’s crimson gaze flicked over, brows pulling faintly together.

Knuckles smirked knowingly. “Haven’t you noticed? You’ve got more energy, sharper focus, even your quills are smoother. Omega pheromones have that effect, especially when the Omega’s happy. And yours-” Knuckles nodded toward the bar where Rouge had Sonic in animated conversation, “-he looks like sunshine incarnate lately. What happened to the feisty little thief I caught before? He doesn’t look half-starved or feral anymore. He cleans up nice. Honestly, the two of you might be good for each other.”

Shadow glanced down at his fur, hiding beneath the rolled up sleeves of his crimson dress shirt. “…Perhaps I have been feeling… optimal, lately,” he admitted with measured calm.

Knuckles chuckled, folding his arms. “It’s most common among fated pairs, or at least that’s what the old stories say. Sadly it's also one of the reasons Omega trafficking is so bad, Alphas attempt to force it. ”

Shadow’s ears twitched, his voice careful, almost too careful. “Wait…What else do these legends say? About fated pairs?” Could it be possible? For Sonic, reckless, infuriating, radiant Sonic to be his fated mate? Could fate really have woven something so impossible for someone like him?

Knuckles rubbed the back of his neck, thinking. “Well, supposedly you’re inexplicably drawn to each other. Your scents sync up, compliment each other. Through the bond, you can actually feel one another. Strong bonds can do that too, though. Meeting your fated mate’s supposed to trigger rut and heat, your heartbeats sync up, And, uh… apparently you start unconsciously courting, stuff like grooming, circling, even nesting. Honestly, I don’t know how much of it’s true. I’ve also heard you’ll just… know. Like some kind of instinct.”

He shrugged. “Don’t think too hard on it. Could just be old folklore.”

But Shadow did think. Too intently. Because whether or not they were ‘fated,’ so many of those signs… they already fit just not...all of them.

A suffocating chill slithered through the air, snapping Shadow from his thoughts. The room seemed to dim as his father stepped into the lounge, a sleek silver briefcase gleaming in his clawed grip.

“Shit.”

Shadow’s gaze snapped from Black Doom to where Sonic had been a moment ago only to find the spot empty. Panic surged through him like ice in his veins until a flicker of blue tore across his peripheral vision, vanishing down the employees-only corridor. Relief and pride struck in equal measure. Such a good mate, fast, clever, hidden. Safe. For now.

Shadow squared his shoulders and advanced on his father, each step deliberate, controlled. His eyes burned crimson but he refused to meet Black Doom’s gaze directly. Not again. Not ever again.

“What are you doing here? Deliveries were to be made by mail,” Shadow hissed, voice low and venomous.

Black Doom’s lips curled in a thin, mocking smile. “I added something extra to this shipment. And I wished to see how my heir fares.” His crimson eyes drifted past Shadow, searching. “Pity… I do not see your little knot keeper. Does his belly swell with younglings yet?”

Shadow’s quills bristled, claws flexing, rage burning through his chest like a live wire. “No. Don't call him that and get out.” His tone was sharp enough to cut steel, but he kept his pheromones tightly leashed. He wouldn’t risk a repeat of last time. He wouldn’t give Black Doom that weapon.

Unbothered, Doom extended the briefcase toward him, the metal cold even through Shadow’s gloves. “I have adjusted the formula. This time, it will provide more of a… standard rut. A stronger drive. Greater chance of impregnation.” His voice dripped like poison honey. He gestured casually as one of his Black Arms lumbered forward, setting down a large box with a thud. “Some items for you and your...Nest-mate.”

Shadow’s glare could have set the world aflame, but Doom only gave that faint, infuriating smirk.

“I will take my leave,” the alien lord purred, already turning. “No doubt your little Omega hides nearby. Do send him my regards. Always a pleasure, Shadow.”

He began to walk out then stopped dead. A slow inhale, a sharp tilt of his head. His eyes gleamed as they locked onto a shadowed corner. “There you are,” he hissed, lips curling. “So frightened you won’t even respectfully greet your father-in-law.”

Shadow’s head snapped around just in time to see Sonic step out. His stomach dropped. “Son of a bitch,” he growled under his breath, teeth bared.

But Sonic didn’t cower. His emerald eyes narrowed to slits as he bared his teeth right back, quills bristling in defiance. “I’m not scared. Why the fuck would I show respect to someone who treats Omegas like second-class citizens?”

Black Doom’s smirk widened into something cruel. “Adorable. Come here.” His voice rolled heavy, low, the unmistakable crack of an Alpha command laced into it.

Sonic’s ears flicked back at the pressure. His knees twitched, but he didn’t move. Slowly, deliberately, he looked down at himself, then back up at Doom. That cocky grin spread over his muzzle like wildfire. He laughed, sharp and cutting. “Who’s cute now?”

He strode right up to the alien without flinching. “You can take whatever bullshit you brought for me,” he spat, “and shove it up your ass.”

The air thickened. Black Doom’s aura ignited in fury, his Alpha pheromones flooding the room like poison smoke, oppressive and suffocating. 

Sonic’s fur stood on end, his body screaming at him to submit, to bow, to bare his neck. But he planted his feet and snarled through it, the defiance in his eyes burning hotter with every suffocating pulse. 

Shadow’s chest tightened painfully as he felt the bond pull taut, panic spiking. He wanted to rip Sonic away, shield him, drag him behind him but his Omega wasn’t backing down.

And that terrified him even more than Doom’s fury.

“You will obey! You pathetic breedstock!” Black Doom’s voice cracked like a whip, his hand raised to strike Sonic down.

But he never got the chance. His wrist was wrenched to a stop, caught in an iron grip.

Shadow’s eyes burned scarlet, his chest vibrating with a growl so deep it rattled the air. “You will not fucking touch my mate.” The words weren’t spoken, they were commanded, an Alpha order layered with lethal intent.

For a heartbeat, everything went silent. Doom’s expression twisted as he felt the weight of that command press down on him. The air itself felt sharp, dangerous, vibrating with Shadow’s killing intent. Could Alpha's command other Alphas?

Then Doom’s lips curled into a slow, venomous smile. “So protective. So desperate. You truly are bound to that filthy little mongrel.” He leaned closer, voice dropping to a hiss. “You need to teach him some manners and put him in his place.”

Sonic’s quills bristled, a snarl tearing from his throat, but Shadow’s grip on Doom’s wrist tightened until the bones threatened to snap.

“Choose your next words carefully,” Shadow warned, every syllable dripping murder.

Doom’s laughter echoed, low and unsettling, reverberating through the walls. He finally jerked his hand free, flexing his wrist as if unbothered. “Enjoy your illusion of safety while it lasts. The next time we meet, your Omega will not be laughing. He will be begging either for my mercy, or for death.”

He turned, suit rippling, his pheromones leaving a rancid, choking trail in the air as he strode toward the exit. “Treasure your little mate, Shadow. Because if you continue to defy me, I will take him from you.”

And with that, he was gone leaving the room heavy with his promise.

Sonic and Shadow stood frozen for a moment, letting the tension drain slowly. Sonic’s body trembled as he took a shaky step forward, his being thrumming with fight or flight.

Shadow’s crimson eyes snapped to him, sharp with concern. “Sonic… are you alright? Did he touch you?” His voice was low, fierce, laced with the fury he struggled to contain.

Sonic shook his head, resting a hand on Shadow’s chest to ground them both. “No… I’m fine. He didn’t touch me. But Shads… you-” His words faltered as he noticed the tension in Shadow’s posture.

Shadow closed the distance in a heartbeat, wrapping Sonic flush against his chest. “I won't let him take you from me,” he murmured, pressing his muzzle to Sonic’s head. “No one touches you but me. Do you understand?”

Sonic buried his face into Shadow’s neck, shivering against him. “I-I know… but you…I don't want him forcing you to do anything. I could feel how angry he made you.”

“You’re mine,” Shadow growled softly, voice vibrating through his chest. “You’re my Omega. I will protect you. I will keep you safe. Always.”

Sonic tilted his head up, brushing his nose against Shadow’s muzzle. “And you’re mine, Shads. My Alpha. No one will ever hurt you while I’m here.” His hands clutched at Shadow’s shoulders, as if anchoring them both.

Shadow’s hands slid down to grip Sonic’s hips possessively, pulling him impossibly closer. Adrenaline coursed through their bond amplifying their concern for one another. “You’re trembling. Let me hold you,” he whispered, pressing gentle kisses along Sonic’s face and neck.

Sonic purred against him, pressing closer, wrapping his arms fully around Shadow. “We will protect each other,” he murmured, nuzzling into his Alpha’s chest.

“Both of you, get a room! We’re in public,” Knuckles called out, folding his arms with an exasperated shake of his head.

“Aww, Knuckie, don’t ruin their moment,” Rouge teased, giving him a light tap before stepping over to join the hedgehogs. “I’m proud of you both. But are you sure you’re alright distancing yourself from Black Doom? What happened to that agreement you had?”

Shadow huffed, shoulders stiffening. “I’ll think of something,” he muttered, eyes briefly flicking to Sonic, and then to the briefcase.

Sonic tilted his head, curiosity shining through his emerald eyes. “Hey, Shads… why didn’t his Alpha command work on me?”

Rouge’s expression softened, interjecting to answer “It’s because you two are mated,” she explained gently. “Your bond protects you. It keeps you from being susceptible to others, a layer of protection only your Alpha can provide.”

Sonic blinked up at Shadow, a small, reassured smile tugging at his lips. Shadow’s crimson eyes softened as he brushed a hand along Sonic’s back, squeezing him gently. He wanted to ask about the briefcase, the agreement and why Black Doom showed up in the first place but it all seemed to melt away.

“Always,” Shadow murmured, resting his muzzle against the top of Sonic’s head once more. “You’re mine, Omega.”

Sonic purred, curling tighter against him. “And you’re mine, Alpha.”

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Sonic slipped behind the bar to help Rouge with the evening rush. Now that he knew his way around, he was quick and efficient, darting from bottles to shakers with that natural speed. Tonight he was working on a particularly complicated order for a large group of businessmen, lining up glasses with practiced ease.

Rouge’s choice of attire for him didn’t make things easier. The thick, cable-knit sweater dress hugged Sonic’s frame like a second skin. Its high halter neckline tied neatly at the throat, but the back dipped scandalously low, open all the way to his waist, drawing attention to the curve of his hips. The hemline brushed mid-thigh, leaving just enough bare fur above his black thigh-highs to make anyone look twice. The stockings matched his gloves, elegant yet provocative and the same pair Shadow had picked out for him.

Shadow noticed. In fact, he hadn’t taken his eyes off Sonic since the shift began. Every movement, every sway of his Omega’s hips had his gaze locked, possessive and unrelenting. Sonic could feel it, too; the burn of crimson eyes on him made him press his thighs together, warmth coiling low in his belly. He pretended to focus on the tray in front of him, but the anticipation thrummed in every flick of his ears. He wasn't in heat anymore but he really couldn't resist Shadow's magnetism.

The two kept exchanging subtle glances, a silent pull tightening between them across the busy bar. But the spell broke when Knuckles appeared at Shadow’s side, gesturing toward the employees-only hallway with a grave look. Shadow’s expression hardened, and in the next moment, both he and Knuckles were striding toward the back.

Rouge caught Sonic’s eye as she slid the finished tray toward him, her smirk sharp and knowing. “Hmm… trouble’s brewing. Surprised you’re not the cause this time, blue.”

Sonic huffed, pouting dramatically as he lifted the tray. “Hey, I’ve been on my best behavior. Except for yesterday… and the day before that… and whatever, it’s not me!” He stuck his tongue out at her, balancing the drinks with practiced grace.

Still, his curiosity prickled. His ears tilted toward the back as his tail flicked with restless energy. If something serious was happening,serious enough for both Knuckles and Shadow to get involved then whoever was causing it had better hope they were ready. 

Pushing the thought aside, he began distributing the drinks, once he finished with the large group he sauntered over and set a drink down in front of a pink hedgehog. “Hey, Ames! Here to see Blaze again?”

Amy’s face lit up immediately. “Hey, Sonic! Yeah, she said I could take her on a real date after work today.” She took a sip, humming happily. “Mhm, delicious as always.”

“That’s awesome. I hope you two have a good time,” Sonic said, flashing her his trademark smile. “Let me know if you need anything else while you wait.”

Amy’s gaze lingered on him a moment, and then she grinned. “By the way… you look really pretty in that dress.”

Sonic’s breath caught. Color bloomed across his cheeks as his ears pinned back, and he gave a sheepish little laugh. “Aw gee, thanks, Ames,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. The words came out softer than usual, his usual confidence fizzling into something shy.

Amy giggled at his reaction before lifting her drink again. She’d become a full regular in his section, and though she once carried a small torch for Sonic, it had settled into something warmer, a sweet friendship. Now, with both of them devoted to their own partners, the easy bond they shared felt natural, comfortable, and genuine.

From there, Sonic drifted toward the VIP section where a couple of newcomers had just seated themselves, his energy shifting seamlessly into that practiced charm. He rested his hand on his hip, flashing an easy grin. “Welcome In. Can I get you anything while you wait?”

“Oh, it’s you.” A familiar voice cut through the low buzz of conversation. The jackal lounged back on the couch, boots propped lazily on the coffee table, arms spread wide like he owned the place. A smirk curved his muzzle. “Tell me, are you on the menu yet? I think someone still owes me a one-on-one session.”

Sonic’s jaw ticked as the hand on his hip clenches. His grin faltered, replaced with an edge. “I said...Can I fucking help you, order a drink?”

Infinite’s smirk only widened, teeth flashing. “You’re not in pre-heat anymore, and you didn’t call? What’s wrong, too shy?”

Sonic exhaled through his nose, rolling his eyes with a sharp huff.

“Do your hands hurt?” Infinite asked suddenly, tone softening as his hand slipped forward, catching Sonic’s. For a moment, his mismatched eyes glinted with an almost feigned concern.

Sonic blinked, brow furrowing but not immediately pulling back. “...Why?”

Infinite leaned down and pressed a slow kiss against the gloved hand, his tongue slipping between the fabric-covered fingers. “It must’ve been rough,” he purred, voice darkening, “spending your whole heat riding your fingers instead of me.”

Sonic ripped his hand away, face heating. “You’re getting an overpriced warm beer. Don’t test me.”

The jackal chuckled low in his throat, shameless. “What’s the harm? Let me have a little fun, I’ve had a rough week. Come sit with me, take a load off yourself.” He tugged lightly at Sonic’s arm, coaxing.

Sonic scoffed, crossing his arms. “Rough week? What could you possibly have to complain about?”

“Take pity on me.” Infinite let out a dramatic sigh. “Someone broke into my penthouse, and on top of that, a massive acquisition at work is driving me insane. I need to unwind.”

Sonic froze as the jackal smoothly guided him down onto the seat beside him. His brain stalled. Wait what?! Did they break into Infinite’s penthouse? Was it a coincidence? Did they …fuck in his bed?! He didn’t know if he should be horrified or laugh himself to death. “That’s... uh... really something. Did they take anything?”

“Yeah,” Infinite leaned closer, draping an arm around Sonic’s shoulders, “Those bastards cracked my safe. Took electronics, jewelry, some clothes...whatever. That wasn’t the worst part.” His voice dropped to a growl, heated. “They fucked in my bed. The whole place reeked of heat and cum.”

Sonic’s face went scarlet, his ears twitching frantically. “Y-you don’t say. That’s… pretty messed up.”

“It was an omega, too.” Infinite licked his fangs, his muzzle brushing close to Sonic’s ear. “They smelled divine. Like citrus. It was so thick in the air I could almost taste it.” His tongue flicked across the shell of a blue ear.

Sonic shivered, ears flicking hard with irritation. “Wow, that really sucks. I’ll, uh...I'll just get you your usual.” His words tumbled out too fast, and he shot up from the seat.

But Infinite’s hand was already hooking around his waist, tugging him firmly back down into the lounge cushions. His mismatched eyes burned with hungry amusement. “Whoa, whoa. Leaving so soon? I paid for you, sweetheart. The least you could do is keep me company.”

Sonic’s head was swimming. What if they’d shed quills or fur? They hadn’t exactly been careful that night. Hell, there had to be some in the damn garden still. Could Infinite link it back to them? Would he call the police, or worse, use it to blackmail them?

He swallowed hard, eyes flicking up to the jackal lounging much too comfortably next to him. For all his weird interests, Infinite’s place seemed… normal. Too normal. Not the kind of den you’d expect from a kink-obsessed degenerate who reveled in other people’s misery.

That made it worse.

Because it meant Infinite knew exactly how to hide his filth under a clean veneer.

Infinite tipped his head, studying him like he could read every frantic thought. “You’re awfully quiet, blue. Thinking about me?” His grin spread slow, predatory. “Or about that little mess in my sheets?”

“What?! No! That wasn’t me, what do you mean?” Sonic sputtered, his voice cracking. Not smooth at all.

“Are you jealous that it wasn’t you cumming in my bed?” Infinite smirked, his gaze hot and unyielding.

It was though. He just didn’t know. Or… did he?

“Funny… the scent was quite familiar. Almost like I’ve smelled it before.” Infinite’s gaze raked shamelessly over Sonic, a wolfish grin curling his muzzle.

Sonic’s ears flicked back, nerves buzzing under that stare that felt more like a predator circling prey. “Weird how that works out,” he muttered, trying to mask the tremor in his voice. He shifted, attempting to stand only to be yanked down hard into the jackal’s lap.

A sharp yelp slipped from him, smothered quickly as Infinite’s hand clamped firmly over his muzzle. The suddenness made his quills bristle, his body squirming uselessly against the bigger male’s iron hold.

Infinite buried his snout in Sonic’s neck, inhaling deeply, his voice a dark purr. “Allow me to test a theory…” His free hand glided up, pushing the soft knit of the dress out of the way, sliding between Sonic’s thighs. A pleased hum rumbled from his chest. “Mmh… walking around like this, exposed, almost like you were begging for someone to take you.”

He nipped Sonic’s ear, earning a muffled moan against his palm. His fingers slipped inside, pushing past tight heat and curling just so, massaging plush walls. Sonic shuddered violently, his hips betraying him with a helpless grind. The jackal's thumb dragged over his clit, and the blue hedgehog’s muffled cries cracked into broken moans.

Desperation kicked in, Sonic grabbed at the wrist invading his thighs, trying to wrench it away. When that failed, he bit down hard on the hand gagging him, teeth sinking into flesh through fabric, drawing blood.

Infinite hissed but didn’t recoil. Instead, his hand shoved deeper into Sonic’s mouth, fingers prying past sharp teeth and locking behind the hinge of his jaw. Sonic recoiled at the intrusion, his head was forced back against Infinite’s shoulder, spine arching. The humiliating position had his hips rolling instinctively, body betraying him as he ground against the jackal’s thigh.

Wet, obscene sounds spilled from where Infinite’s fingers pumped into his pussy, and the jackal’s grin widened. Perfect. The slick coating his digits confirmed everything. Sonic cursed himself internally, humiliated by the way his body trembled and yielded, designed to react this way no matter how his mind fought it.

Infinite finally withdrew, fingers glistening with evidence of Sonic’s arousal. He held them up, savoring the sight before pressing them to his nose. He inhaled deeply, shuddering with something close to bliss as his hold around the hedgehog tightened possessively.

When his eyes opened again, it wasn’t satisfaction glinting there, it was hunger and rage. Predatory, merciless. His gaze locked on Sonic’s wide, fear-glossed emeralds.

“…Just as I thought,” he murmured darkly.

Suddenly, Infinite shoved the hedgehog off his lap, slamming him onto the leather lounge. Sonic’s back arched against the cool surface, the air leaving his lungs in a sharp gasp. He barely had time to inhale before the jackal’s bloody hand snapped around his throat, squeezing tight. Sonic’s hands clawed at his wrist, wheezing, mouth open but no sound coming. Panic flared through his bond, sharp, desperate, reaching for his Alpha.

His legs kicked wildly, one heel catching Infinite’s ribs hard, but the jackal only snarled, undeterred. With brutal ease, he hooked both of Sonic’s legs over his shoulder, pinning the smaller male in place. The position left Sonic helpless, back bowed, throat crushed under Infinite’s grip.

“You son of a bitch,” Infinite growled, fangs bared, eyes burning with predatory rage. “You break into my house, steal my things, fuck in my bed, was this your idea of revenge? Or did you just want my attention?”

Sonic thrashed, head shaking, tears pricking at his eyes. His chest heaved, desperate for air, but no sound left his lips. White spots danced across his vision, his lashes fluttering as the lack of oxygen made his body weak, trembling, pliant. His jaw slackened as he started to go limp.

Only then did Infinite release him, letting the bruised throat go. Sonic collapsed into harsh coughs, gasping desperately, body shuddering for every ragged gulp of air. His voice cracked, barely audible: “D-did… n-not… steal…” His eyes were glossy, lips trembling as his body fought to recover.

Infinite leaned down, snarling against his ear. “Fucking in my bed is still bad enough, you filthy little slut.” His hand fisted into the front of Sonic’s dress, dragging him up off the lounge with brutal strength. The neckline strained as the fabric pulled against Sonic’s body.

“You’re going to make it up to me,” Infinite hissed, his tone a blend of fury and lust. Without waiting for protest, he yanked Sonic forward, dragging him toward the shadowed employees-only hall, boots thudding against the floor as the hedgehog stumbled helplessly behind him.

Sonic struggled to draw a full breath, lungs burning, body trembling from the lingering threat. Shadow had to be close would his mate hear him? Panic and need twisted together as he reached a shaking hand toward his throat, desperate for air and comfort.

Before he could even gather his thoughts, Infinite shoved him into one of the rooms. Sonic collapsed onto the bed, gasping, quills flared in distress.

“Go ahead… call for him,” Infinite’s voice was low, sharp, and cold, a predator watching his prey squirm.

“W-who?” Sonic wheezed, panic sharpening his need.

“You know who,” Infinite hissed, folding his arms and leaning against the wall with predatory patience. “Your manager. I’m going to collect what you owe me… with interest.”

Sonic’s trembling hand moved to cradle his throat, pulses of pain radiating from the bruising grip he had just endured. His eyes flicked toward the hallway, catching the faint sound of Mobians moving, one of them Shadow. “S-Shadow… please… Shads, I need you,” he whispered, wheezy and pitiful, quivering on the bed.

The call worked instantly. Shadow burst through the door, eyes locked on his trembling mate, heart racing. Without hesitation, he crossed the room, cupping Sonic’s face with gentle, possessive hands. “What are you doing here? Are you hurt?”

The door slammed behind them, and Infinite stepped forward, anger radiating from him, arms folded, blocking the only exit. “Good, you’re here now.”

Shadow bristled, his crimson eyes snapping between Sonic and Infinite, protective fury radiating in every movement. “What are you doing?”

“Your employee broke into my penthouse,” Infinite hissed, his gaze sharp as a blade.

Shadow’s ears flattened, glancing to Sonic, then back to the jackal. Of course, it had to be the home of a patron at his business. Perfect. Shadow straightened, placing himself fully between Sonic and Infinite, an unmovable shield. “I understand, and I can ensure you are compensated for repairs. But perhaps we can take a moment to calm down and discuss this...civilly.”

Infinite’s nostrils flared, teeth bared. “That’s not all he did. He fucked in my bed, says he didn’t steal my things, but I have proof. He bit me. This is the second time this little blue bitch pulled one over on me. How did you even find my address? Brothel database? You’re looking at a lawsuit.”

Shadow’s voice was low, steady, laced with controlled anger and a promise of protection. “I can assure you the brothel had nothing to do with this. Please, have a seat. I will personally take responsibility.” He gestured to a chair across from the bed, then lowered himself next to Sonic, letting his body shield the smaller male.

Sonic’s arm brushed against Shadow’s, a shiver of relief passing through him just from the contact. Shadow’s hand found the curve of his hip, grounding him, radiating warmth and protection. He wanted to crawl into his Alpha's lap so badly but it seemed as if Infinite wasn't aware they were mates yet.

“We are businessmen,” Shadow said coolly, crimson eyes locked on Infinite. Every movement was measured, yet beneath that calm was a predator ready to strike. “Let’s handle this like such, shall we?”

The room thickened with silence before negotiations began. Sonic sat rigid on the bed, wide-eyed, his gaze darting between them as their words lashed back and forth. The air was tight with dominance, challenge, and something darker simmering beneath.

“What are your demands?” Shadow asked flatly.

Infinite’s smirk was sharp as he flicked his gaze to Sonic, savoring the hedgehog’s discomfort. “Compensation for everything damaged or stolen.”

“Done.” Shadow didn’t hesitate, his arms crossing. His voice was clipped, dangerous. He was going to kill Scourge for putting them here, should have done it when he had the chance. “Are we quite finished?”

Infinite leaned back lazily, eyes glinting. “Not even close. I want him. I want him to recreate every little moan, every drop of cum, from the mess he made on my mattress.” His grin widened as Sonic’s face went pale.

“Absolutely not. He is not up for discussion.” Shadow’s growl was low, vibrating in the air like a threat barely leashed.

Infinite chuckled, unbothered. “I paid for him once already. It’s only fair if I get a taste. What about a blowjob? We can start small.”

“No.” Shadow’s tone cut like a blade. “I’ve told you, he is not for negotiation. I can have someone else-”

“Not interested.” Infinite’s smirk sharpened. “I have a thing for hedgehogs. And if you don’t comply? I’ll call the police. He’ll rot in a cell, and his bunkmate will give him worse than I ever could.”

Sonic’s eyes flashed with panic. “How do you know they’ll find me guilty?”

Infinite’s eyes slid back to him, dripping with cruelty. “An Omega’s word against an Alpha’s? They’ll believe me. Every. Single. Time. That’s the world we live in, sweetheart.”

The silence was suffocating. Then-

“Fine.” Shadow’s voice dropped like a weight.

Sonic’s head snapped toward him, horrified. “W-what?”

“I’ll do it.”

Both Infinite and Sonic stared, shocked.

“You?” Infinite blinked.

“I am a hedgehog,” Shadow said smoothly, voice dipping to something sultry, dangerous. His eyes lowered half-lidded, smoldering. “And I have far more experience. I can guarantee you’ll be… satisfied.”

Sonic let out a sharp whine, his hands fisting the sheets. “No! Absolutely not!”

Shadow ignored him, gaze locked solely on the jackal with a mix of irritation and impatience. “Do you agree?”

Infinite’s smirk returned, slow and wicked. He took in Sonic's pained expression before shifting back to the ebony hedgehog. “Let’s see how good you are. If you can please me, maybe I’ll forget all this.”

Shadow rose from the bed with deliberate grace, his every step carrying heat and promise. Sonic squirmed where he sat, his entire body buzzing with panic and something close to jealousy.

“But Alpha-” Sonic’s voice cracked into a desperate whine.

Shadow froze mid-step. His shoulders went rigid as he looked over his shoulder to lock eyes with his Omega. The word slipped into the air like a bomb, raw and damning. He was hoping to keep that fact hidden, in case Infinite felt the need to use it against them. 

Infinite’s grin sharpened into something hungry. “Ah. That explains it.” His hand reached up, gripping Shadow’s chin, turning his face back toward him. “So that is why you are so protective. He’s yours.” He licked his lips slowly, his aura thickening. “Your little Omega can stay and watch. I’ll even behave… mostly.”

Shadow snarled, releasing his pheromones in a thick wave, the air instantly charged with dominance, possessive and suffocating. “You will behave. Or I’ll break you.”

Infinite’s breath hitched, the cruel edge in his smirk faltering with arousal as his own pheromones spiked back, sharp and electric. “Then show me.”

Shadow lowered himself between Infinite’s legs, every movement dripping with sin and authority.

Sonic sat frozen on the bed, trembling as the lusty Alpha pheromones swirled around him, filling the air. His chest rose and fell rapidly, quills bristling, body flushing under the weight of it all.

Holy shit. Was this really happening? Sonic couldn't look away, his eyes locked on his mate.

Shadow’s hands slid slowly up Infinite’s thighs, firm and deliberate, until they reached his chest. With one sudden shove, he forced the jackal to lean back against the chair, dominance written in every movement. The reckless tie hanging loose at Infinite’s throat was tossed aside, and with a growl, Shadow ripped his shirt open, buttons scattering across the floor.

Infinite only smirked, unbothered, his gold and blue eyes gleaming as the hedgehog lowered himself. Shadow nuzzled into the jackal’s thigh, pressing small, teasing kisses through the fabric as he inched closer to the bulge straining at his pants. Each kiss was calculated torment, his hot breath making Infinite’s chest rise sharper with anticipation.

Shadow’s precise hands slid back down from his chest, tugging at the belt, unfastening with ruthless efficiency. He all but tore the jackal’s pants away, lips curling in a dangerous smirk as a low growl rumbled in his chest.

“So forceful,” Infinite purred, watching him with unabashed hunger. His breath caught when Shadow pressed a wet kiss over the bulge of his boxers, mouthing and sucking through the thin fabric until his hips twitched. That flicking black-and-white tail gave him away; the jackal was just as wound up.

Shadow hooked his fingers into the waistband and stripped the last barrier away, exposing him. He wrinkled his nose briefly at the heavy, musky Alpha scent, but it didn’t stop him. His tongue flattened, dragging a slow, deliberate lick from base to tip along the thick, tapered length.

A sharp hiss escaped Infinite, but his grin returned almost instantly. “Like what you see?”

Shadow’s ears twitched. He realized the words weren’t meant for him, they were meant for Sonic. The ebony hedgehog didn’t falter; instead, he let his tongue swirl over the head before turning just enough to side-eye his mate. His crimson gaze burned with lust, and through the mating bond it hit Sonic like a tidal wave.

Sonic gasped, thighs clamping together, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as heat pooled low in his belly.

Infinite groaned, one hand tangling in Shadow’s quills, pressing lightly against the back of his head. “Mmm… wasn’t lying, was he? You’re good at this…” His voice was thick with pleasure as Shadow set to work, every motion calculated to dominate, to prove, to tease both the jackal under him and the Omega watching helplessly from the bed.

Shadow dragged his tongue from Infinite’s balls all the way up to the thick, throbbing head, circling it with a deliberate swirl before dipping into the slit, lapping up the pre that spilled freely. The taste coated his tongue, sharp and salty, but he still drew the head into his mouth, sucking it clean with a low growl that made Infinite’s thighs tremble.

The jackal threw his head back with a ragged moan, his grip tightening in Shadow’s quills. “Mmh… fuck…” His mismatched eyes found Sonic’s, pupils blown wide with lust. Slowly, deliberately, his gaze trailed lower until it landed on the Omega’s trembling thighs, damp with need. “Touch yourself, Omega,” he purred, voice honeyed and cruel. “You know you want to. Watching your Alpha on his knees, sucking me off, it makes you ache, doesn’t it?”

Sonic’s breath hitched, fingers curling tight into the hem of his cable-knit dress. His whole body felt overheated, every nerve tuned to the slick sound of Shadow’s mouth working Infinite’s cock. Emerald eyes stayed locked on his mate, chest rising and falling in shallow gasps. The longer he watched that unnaturally long tongue slither over Infinite’s shaft, the more his thighs quivered, clenching together as if that could smother the fire burning inside him.

Shadow growled low, crimson eyes flashing up at Infinite as his fangs grazed the swollen flesh in his mouth. The jackal gasped, hips jerking as his cock twitched with pleasure. Shadow pulled back just enough to hiss, voice vibrating with dominance, “Don’t order my Omega. He is mine to command.” His hand tightened at the base, pumping slow and deliberate, just to remind Infinite who was really in control.

Infinite only smirked, chest heaving. “Are you really going to leave him dripping, untouched? I’ve got free hands…” He spread his fingers suggestively, beckoning Sonic closer. “Come here, baby. Let me take care of you.”

Shadow’s response was vicious. His claws curled around Infinite’s cock, dragging lightly down the sensitive flesh. The jackal’s sharp gasp cut through the room, followed by a strained groan as his hips bucked. “You will not touch him,” Shadow snarled, dripping venom, “with your pathetic, filthy fingers.”

“Yes, Alpha,” Infinite breathed, voice trembling between pain and desire.

That sound sent a dangerous shiver down Shadow’s spine. He despised the jackal, yet the act of breaking him, dominating him, stirred something primal inside. He inhaled deeply and froze. The thick scent of citrus, sweet and slick with arousal, hit his nose. Sonic.

Shadow turned his head slowly, crimson locking onto emerald. His Omega was trembling, thighs pressed tight, dress bunched in tense fists. His lips were parted, chest rising and falling fast with desperation, eyes glazed in lust.

Shadow couldn't leave his poor desperate mate like this. “Touch yourself for me, Omega,” He commanded, his voice dark and low.

The words broke Sonic. He whined, the sound thin and needy, before collapsing back onto the bed as if his strings had been cut. His hands slid down his flushed chest, brushing over taut skin before sinking beneath the hem of his dress. His fingers dipped between his thighs, spreading slick instantly. The lewd squelch filled the room, and Sonic gasped sharply, head tossing back against the pillow.

The air grew thick with pheromones. Sonic’s citrus flooded over the heavy musk of Alphas, dizzying, intoxicating. His body arched helplessly, grinding against his own hand as he whined Shadow’s name in broken, breathless cries.

Both Alphas twitched hard at the sight. Shadow’s pupils blew wide, a growl rumbling in his chest as his bond with Sonic pulsed white-hot, flooding him with every wave of the Omega’s arousal. Infinite’s grin sharpened, his cock twitching violently as he groaned. “Fuck… look at him. He’s drowning in it. You’ve got him so desperate he’ll ruin himself just to please you.”

Shadow’s ears twitched at every sound, his own cock twitching hard in his pants as the bond throbbed with Sonic’s frantic need. He moaned low around Infinite’s cock, taking him deeper, bobbing his head until his tan muzzle met black fur, the sight of his Omega unraveling only spurring him on.

Sonic couldn’t take it watching Shadow’s lips stretched around that thick length, hearing the slick, obscene sounds of his mouth working, the growls vibrating down Infinite’s shaft, it shattered his restraint. His hips bucked wildly against his fingers, slick dripping down his thighs, soaking the sheets beneath him. He moaned without shame, voice cracking as his body writhed under the weight of pheromones and the bond’s relentless pulse.

“Ohhh Chaos, Alpha Shadow!” Sonic cried, eyes rolling back as his thighs clamped around his hand, chasing pleasure desperately. His dress rode up, bunching high around his waist, and he pawed at his own chest, pinching his nipples through the fabric as he lost all control to the lusty pheromones that choked every breath.

Infinite’s grin widened through his gasps of pleasure, watching Sonic unravel with feral delight. “And you were going to let him suffer?” He moaned, tugging hard on Shadow’s quills. “Such a needy little Omega.”

Shadow growled deep in his chest, sucking harder just to shut Infinite up, but his eyes flicked back to Sonic. His Omega’s face was flushed and wet with tears, mouth open on broken moans as his body convulsed with pleasure, the sheets beneath him glistening with slick.

Shadow popped his mouth free from Infinite’s length with a wet slurp, lips glistening as he squeezed the jackal’s swollen knot with one hand, claws digging just enough to make him hiss. His other hand pumped ruthlessly, stroking him to the brink. Crimson eyes slid over his shoulder to Sonic spread out on the bed, dress hitched high, slick dripping freely as his fingers worked furiously between trembling thighs.

“Do not cum without permission,” Shadow commanded, his voice sharp and absolute, carrying the weight of an Alpha’s command.

Sonic whined at once, thighs clamping as his hips bucked helplessly against his own hand. His ears flattened, tears pricking his eyes from the sheer intensity of holding back when his body screamed to let go. “A-Alpha, please…” he gasped, voice high and broken.

Infinite’s mismatched eyes widened, chest heaving as Shadow’s claws raked over his base. The pain mixed with pleasure had him leaking, dripping lines of pre across Shadow’s gloves. He grit his teeth with a low groan, surprised at the sharp thrill shooting through him at being commanded the same way. For once, he wasn’t the one pulling the strings. And fuck, it turned him on.

Shadow’s gaze snapped back to him, growling low. “You too. You will cum when I say so.” Without another word, he sank back down, swallowing the jackal’s length to the base. His throat flexed tight around him as he deep-throated with practiced control, claws still anchored at the knot to keep him trapped in denial.

Infinite’s head slammed back against the chair, a guttural moan ripping from his throat. “F-fuck! Damn Shadow!” His hips twitched, desperate to thrust, but the hedgehog’s grip was iron. He could only squirm as his cock throbbed uselessly against Shadow’s unrelenting mouth, the brink of orgasm locked just out of reach.

Across the bed, Sonic writhed, clutching the sheets with one hand while the other worked frantically between his slick thighs. Every roll of Shadow’s throat around Infinite sent another wave of heat through their bond, slamming into him until his chest arched and his breath came in short, frantic gasps. “Please please, Alpha, it’s too much...I need-” he choked out, grinding shamelessly into his hand.

Shadow’s ears flicked back at the sound, the scent of his Omega’s desperate arousal thick in the room, driving him harder. He growled around Infinite’s cock, the vibration making the jackal curse and squirm, his claws dragging down Shadow’s quills in frantic need.

But Shadow never faltered. He kept Infinite’s knot crushed tight in one hand, pumping him ruthlessly but never enough to tip him over. “Not yet,” he rasped when he finally pulled off Infinite, his chin dripping with slick spit. “Neither of you will cum until I decide. Do you understand?”

“Yes Alpha!” Sonic cried, voice shrill, thighs shaking violently as he kept himself teetering right on the edge.

Infinite’s chest heaved, sweat slicking his fur as he bit out through clenched teeth, “Y-yeah… fuck… understood…” His entire body trembled, cock twitching painfully against Shadow’s grip.

Shadow smirked, relishing the sight of both Alpha and Omega completely undone, straining against the command that bound them. He gave Infinite a punishing squeeze at the base, drawing another strangled groan, before locking eyes on Sonic, his sweet little Omega gasping and weeping from restraint.

“Good,” Shadow rumbled, voice low and dark with satisfaction. “Now you’ll both stay right there, on edge, begging, dripping until I give you permission to let go.”

Sonic was a mess on the bed, writhing with his thighs spread wide, his slick soaking the bed. Every nerve screamed for release, yet the bond bound him tighter than chains. “P-please, unh Alpha!” he sobbed, rolling his hips helplessly against his hand, his emerald eyes glassy with tears of need.

Infinite wasn’t faring any better. His claws dug into the chair arms as Shadow’s mouth worked him mercilessly, throat swallowing around his cock while his knot throbbed painfully in the hedgehog’s firm grip. “F-fuck Shadow gonna… gonna-” he snarled, body jerking, but unable to spill. He’d never been edged like this, never denied when he was this close. It was maddening.

Shadow pulled off with a wet pop, spit stringing between his lips and Infinite’s flushed length. Crimson eyes burned with authority as he glanced between the two of them, drinking in the sight of both Alpha and Omega trembling, ruined, and ready to snap. He tightened his claws at Infinite’s base, making him hiss, then turned back to Sonic, whose thighs trembled violently as he bit down on his lip to hold back his climax.

“You want to cum so badly, don’t you?” Shadow growled, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction. “Both of you, undone and desperate like bitches in heat.”

Sonic whimpered, nodding frantically, his whole body arching as another wave of heat rolled through the bond. “Yes, Alpha! Please, ngh I-I can’t-”

Infinite groaned, head thrown back as he panted hard. “F-fuck yes… I’m begging you… just- let me- mmm”

Shadow smirked, leaning close to lick a slow, teasing stripe up Infinite’s cock, making him jerk violently. Then his eyes cut to Sonic, lingering on his slick-soaked thighs. The room was heavy with the musk of their arousal, every breath thick and intoxicating.

“Cum for me.”

Shadow said simply but it hit like a strike of lightning. Sonic cried out, arching back against the sheets as his release tore through him, slick gushing over his trembling fingers as his body shook violently. His cries were high, needy, desperate, echoing off the walls as he sobbed from the force of it.

At the same instant, Infinite roared, his cock twitching violently in Shadow’s fist as he finally spilled, hot ropes of cum striping Shadow’s chest and muzzle. His body bucked uncontrollably as he rode out the orgasm, claws gouging deep grooves into the arms of the chair.

Shadow kept stroking him through it, milking every last drop while watching Sonic convulse on the bed in perfect sync. He reveled in the way his Omega’s pleasure bled into his own chest through the bond, a dizzying rush of lust and satisfaction that made his own cock ache painfully with need.

Only once both of them were trembling, drained, and panting did Shadow release Infinite and wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, a smug grin curling his lips. “My good boys” he growled darkly, “

Sonic was still trembling, chest heaving as his body tried to recover from the shattering orgasm, slick glistening on his thighs. Infinite sat wrecked in the chair, as he panted harshly, still trying to process the brutal edge and release Shadow had wrung out of him.

Shadow prowled onto the bed, his weight sinking the mattress as he crawled up beside his flushed Omega. His ruby gaze darkened as he hovered over Sonic, voice low and edged with hunger. “Do you enjoy that, watching me?”

Sonic’s chest heaved, emerald eyes glassy with arousal. “You are so hot, it’s unfair,” he panted before crashing his lips to Shadow’s. Their kiss was deep, desperate, and filthy. Sonic moaned when he tasted Infinite lingering on his Alpha’s tongue, and the flavor only made Shadow kiss him harder. He cradled the back of Sonic’s head, sliding his tongue deeper into his Omega’s mouth, savoring every sweet sound.

Heat cascaded across Shadow’s back, startling him only briefly before he felt Infinite’s presence pressing in, the jackal draping himself over them with languid confidence. Infinite’s tongue flicked across Shadow’s cheek, licking away the mess of his own release, while his hand slid boldly down to palm Shadow’s straining erection through his pants. “Still hard,” Infinite purred against his ear. “Let me help you with that.”

Sonic broke the kiss, lips swollen and wet, his voice trembling but eager. “Such a good Alpha deserves to get off too…” His hips rolled beneath Shadow, grinding his slick heat against him in encouragement.

Shadow growled low, torn between restraint and temptation. “We didn’t agree to this.” His words were sharp, but his body betrayed him, shuddering at the dual contact Infinite grinding his now hard length against Shadow’s ass, pressing him forward, while the friction forced Shadow’s aching cock against Sonic’s soaked entrance.

“It's our turn, give in, Shadow,” Infinite coaxed with a wicked grin, his breath hot against Shadow’s neck.

Shadow froze for a heartbeat, gaze dropping to his mate below him. Maybe it was the pheromones saturating the air, the ecstasy still humming through the bond, or simply his own unchecked arousal, but the temptation burned like fire. He stroked Sonic’s cheek tenderly, needing his answer. “Do you want to continue, my love?”

Sonic’s blush deepened, but his nod was eager, his thighs parting wider. “Yes… I want to please you, Shadow.”

“Fine, No knotting, No kissing” Shadow’s chest rumbled with a growl, heat rolling off him in waves as he pressed his forehead to Sonic’s. “And you’ll obey me. Both of you.” His voice dripped with authority that had Infinite shivering despite himself and Sonic whimpering beneath him.

The ebony hedgehog finally gave in, peeling out of his pants with a slow, deliberate tease. His cock sprang free, thick and glistening, knot already swelling as a heavy bead of pre dripped down onto the blue fur beneath him. Sonic shuddered at the touch, whining needily as Infinite’s hand snaked around to grasp Shadow’s length. The jackal smeared that copious slick along his palm, stroking firmly, deliberately, testing how long Shadow could keep his composure.

Shadow only bared his fangs, refusing to give Infinite the satisfaction of a moan. The jackal smirked, dragging the thick head down through Sonic’s soaked folds, smearing Shadow’s pre into the slick heat of his Omega until Sonic arched off the bed, begging for more.

Then Infinite pressed further, slipping a slick finger between Shadow’s cheeks, circling before sliding inside to work him open. Shadow grunted, biting back the sound as he forced his hips down, sheathing his throbbing cock slowly into Sonic’s welcoming pussy. Both hedgehogs moaned together, their bodies trembling from the overwhelming stretch and drag. He could feel his dick twitch inside Sonic with every thrust of the Jackal’s fingers.

Infinite kept working him, grinding his own hardness against Shadow’s ass with every thrust, driving the hedgehog deeper into his Omega. Another finger pressed inside, pumping vigorously, and the added sensation had Shadow snarling low in his throat.

Sonic clung to him, panting, emerald eyes glazed. “Mhm… Alpha… y-you feel so good, fill me so well…” he whimpered, thighs trembling as Shadow bottomed out.

Shadow’s breath was ragged, pupils blown wide with lust. His hand gripped Sonic’s throat, not to cut off his air but to keep him grounded, owned. “You take me… so well, Omega. Don’t you dare look away.” His hips snapped harder, pulling all the way out only to force his cock deeper, each thrust as Infinite’s fingers kept stretching him from behind, following the hybrid's pace.

Shadow set a deliberate rhythm, hips rolling into Sonic with slow, merciless thrusts that made the Omega arch and cry out every time the thick knot ground against his entrance. He wasn’t giving Sonic the frantic pace he craved; instead, he fed him just enough to keep him trembling and desperate, his slick dripping down onto the sheets.

Behind him, Infinite’s fingers scissored deeper, stretching Shadow with purposeful precision. The jackal pressed closer, grinding his aching cock against Shadow’s firm backside, panting hotly against his ear. “Tch… damn, you’re so tight… you’re going to make me lose it before I even get inside.”

Shadow’s only response was a sharp growl. His claws pressed into Sonic’s hip as he looked back at Infinite with a heated glare. “You’ll take me when I allow it. Not before.” His voice rumbled with command, vibrating through both of them, making Sonic whimper and Infinite shiver with restraint.

Sonic’s body quaked under the weight of it. He clung to Shadow’s shoulders, panting in broken moans as every drag of that thick cock through his velvet walls left him wetter, needier. His thighs squeezed tighter around Shadow’s waist. “P-please, Alpha… just a little faster… I need you so bad…”

Shadow leaned down, his breath hot against Sonic’s ear, grinding deep instead of giving in. “Beg harder, Omega.” His teeth grazed the soft skin of Sonic’s throat, pulling another desperate cry from him.

Infinite chuckled low, though it was strained as his cock throbbed painfully with the effort of holding back. “He’s driving us both insane… you like this, don’t you, hedgehog? Stroking your sadistic side with us hanging on your every whim?.” His heterochromatic eyes were hazy, unfocused, but still locked onto Shadow with dark hunger.

The striped hedgehog finally let out a hiss as Infinite crooked his fingers just right, pleasure sparking hot through his core. His rhythm stuttered, but only for a moment before he forced himself back into that slow, grinding pace keeping both his Omega and the jackal panting, flushed, and undone beneath his control.

Infinite couldn’t hold back any longer. His chest pressed flush against Shadow’s back, tongue dragging along the hedgehog’s neck as his slick-coated fingers finally withdrew. His cock pulsed, aching to claim the heat he’d been denied.

“Do it,” Shadow growled without turning, still thrusting slowly into his Omega. “But remember you move when I say.” His authority rippled like fire through the bond, making Sonic moan and Infinite’s body jolt as if bound by chains, witnessing it.

The jackal shuddered, but obeyed. He guided his length against Shadow’s stretched entrance, the thick head nudging until it slid inside with heavy resistance. Both alphas groaned low, the sound vibrating through Sonic’s chest. Shadow’s back arched, his breath hot against Sonic’s lips, but he didn’t falter. He pushed deeper into his Omega, using Infinite’s intrusion to drive his cock even harder into Sonic’s dripping heat.

Sonic cried out, clawing at Shadow’s shoulders. The added pressure, the thickness stretching him, sent sparks of pleasure racing through his body. “Oh chaos…Shadow...” His voice broke into a needy sob, the bond radiating pure ecstasy.

Infinite’s breath was ragged against Shadow’s ear as he sank deeper, his claws digging into the striped hedgehog’s sides. “F-fuck… you’re so tight, Shadow…… ngh… you’re going to squeeze my dick off.”

Shadow’s snarl was dark, feral, but thick with arousal. “Don't fight it, Drown in the pleasure that I give you.” His hips rolled, forcing Sonic to cry out again as Infinite groaned behind him, caught in the unyielding grip of Shadow’s body.

The room was thick with the sound of wet flesh and ragged breaths as Shadow dictated the pace, slow, powerful thrusts driving into Sonic’s dripping pussy, only to grind back and impale himself further on Infinite. Every motion was deliberate, dragging both of them to the brink yet refusing to let them fall. The Omega beneath him quivered, the Alpha behind him trembled, and both were helpless under his control. He was enjoying himself bending them to his will.

Sonic gazed up at his mate in awe, emerald eyes locked on. Shadow’s scleras had burned fully crimson, swallowing his irises in a feral glow. His growl rumbled low, vibrating through Sonic’s chest. The blue hedgehog dared not move, enraptured, slightly hesitant of what this overwhelming, dominant Alpha would do next.

Then his eyes widened as Shadow’s upturned quills writhed, no longer rigid spines but slick, inky tendrils twisting with a life of their own. They uncoiled, slithering past his body like serpents. Tentacles.

Infinite jolted behind him, ears pinned flat as something slick pressed against his untouched hole. “What the fuck...what is that-AHH FUCK!” His snarl was cut short into a strangled moan as the tendril drove into him, relentless and thick. “What is that?” His claws shredded at the mattress, trying to push back, only to have Shadow’s claws dig onto his hip.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Shadow’s grin was sharp, merciless. He yanked the jackal flush against him, growling low in his throat. “You’ll take it. Every inch. You’ll beg for it.”

Infinite grit his teeth, a whimper betraying his arousal as the tentacle pulsed deep inside him, writhing against every nerve-ending until he was shaking, his dick twitching deep inside Shadow.

Sonic gasped when he felt a tendril coil between his thighs, tracing the slick already dripping from his folds before pressing insistently at his ass. He clutched at Shadow’s shoulders, panic flashing across his face. “Alpha...ahh wait, it’s-”

Shadow’s lips found his neck, biting hard enough to make the Omega cry out. His voice was a purr, dark and possessive. “Fear not, little one. I’ll be gentle with you… at first.” His fangs dragged over soft fur as the tentacle slowly breached him, inch by inch, until Sonic was keening beneath him.

“Too much! oh fuck...so full!” Sonic whined, hips rocking helplessly as Shadow’s cock filled his pussy while the slick tendril stretched his ass wide. The sensation was overwhelming, dizzying, his mind dissolving under the pleasure.

Behind them, Infinite moaned through grit teeth, his bravado faltering. “Fucking hell, what are you doing to me? It won’t stop...ahh”

Shadow’s eyes gleamed with sadistic delight as his tendrils began thrusting in rhythm, each squirm and pulse matched to the steady pound of his cock. “I own you both,” he growled, voice a primal command. “You’ll cry my name when you break. You’ll cum when I allow it. Until then-” He slammed his hips forward, forcing a scream from Sonic and a strangled groan from Infinite. “-you endure.”

The room devolved into a chorus of moans, squelches, and pleading. Tentacles writhed and thrust with merciless precision, milking every sound from their bodies. Sonic’s claws raked across Shadow’s back, babbling incoherently. Infinite, sweat-drenched and panting, finally broke down into moans of raw need, his body jerking helplessly against Shadow’s relentless grip.

Shadow's feral grin was dripping with sadistic pleasure. “That’s it. Fall apart for me. Show me who you belong to.”

The rhythm was unbearable, every thrust of Shadow’s cock into Sonic matched with the deep drag of Infinite, while his tentacles pulsed and writhed inside both their trembling bodies. The bed shook with the force of it, the air thick with the scent of sex and pheromones, their moans tangled together like a chorus.

Sonic dug his fingers into Shadow’s back as he cried out, his body taut and straining. “A-Alpha…! I can’t- P-please let me cum” his words melted into a sob as Shadow’s dick brushed that perfect spot inside him over and over, accented by the tentacle in unison.

“Not yet, Omega,” Shadow growled, voice dripping with raw authority. His claws dug into Infinite’s hips, forcing the jackal to stay buried deep inside him as another tentacle milked him mercilessly. “You’ll cum when I say.”

Infinite grit his teeth, sweat dripping down his muzzle as his knot swelled against Shadow’s ass. “F-Fuck- you’re a sadist…” His words devolved into a strangled moan as the tentacle twisted, dragging pleasure out of him until he was nearly sobbing with it.

Shadow leaned forward, his fangs grazing Sonic’s neck as his eyes glowed blood-red. “Now. Cum for me. Both of you.”

The order ripped through their bodies like fire. Sonic arched hard, clenching down around his Alpha’s cock as he came with a scream, slick gushing down his thighs. Infinite followed seconds after, thrusting deep as he spilled inside Shadow, his claws tearing the sheets to shreds.

Shadow snarled low and feral, thrusting once, twice more before burying himself fully in his Omega. His release hit with devastating force, thick ropes filling Sonic until they spilled around the edges, his tentacles tightening around them both as if claiming them completely.

All three collapsed in a tangled heap, gasping, trembling, their bodies slick with sweat and release. Shadow kept them close, his voice low and rumbling, almost a purr. “Your pleasure belongs to me

Don’t ever forget it.”

Neither Sonic nor Infinite had a chance to recover. Shadow’s tentacles shifted, tightening their grip until the two were fully restrained beneath and behind him. With a cruel smirk, he started moving again, slow thrusts into Sonic’s raw, trembling heat, even as Infinite whined at the tentacle still stretching and pulsing inside him.

Sonic cried out, claws raking across Shadow’s back as overstimulation rippled through him. His thighs shook violently, slick spilling freely as he tried to wriggle away, but the tentacle coiled at his hips pulled him right back down onto Shadow’s length. “A-Ah! Alpha please, too much!”

“Too much?” Shadow growled, nipping his Omega’s neck hard enough to make him arch. “You can take it. You’ll take everything I give you.” His thrusts deepened, hitting the overstretched bundle of nerves that made Sonic’s voice break into a desperate scream.

Behind, Infinite was no better. He grit his teeth, claws digging into the torn fabric as the tentacle inside him twisted, curling against his prostate again and again with deliberate cruelty. “F-fuck, Shadow!” His hips jerked helplessly, grinding against Shadow’s back, caught between agony and unbearable bliss.

Shadow laughed low in his throat, savoring every broken sound they made. His power swelled, dominance bleeding from his very pores as his tentacles worked both of them mercilessly milking the two for every drop of euphoria they had to offer.

“You’ll both cum for me again,” he snarled, voice edged with feral hunger. “Again, and again, until you can’t think, can’t breathe, until the only thing in your mind is me.”

Sonic sobbed with the agony of pleasure, body convulsing as another orgasm crashed through him, slick squirting Shadow’s thighs. Infinite’s pride shattered in the same instant, his release wrenched from him by the relentless tentacle pumping him inside and out, painting Shadow’s insides as he cried out hoarsely.

But Shadow wasn’t satisfied. He pinned them tighter, thrusting harder, tentacles writhing with impossible stamina. Both of them realized, with shivering dread and arousal, that he wouldn’t stop until they were utterly broken down beneath his dominance.

The room was nothing but heat, slick, and the ragged chorus of their moans. Shadow drove forward with ruthless rhythm, his claws digging into Infinite’s hip while his cock slammed into Sonic’s drenched heat. The tentacles writhed and pulsed, burying deep into both, milking them, pushing them further than their bodies were meant to go.

By the third or was it forth round, Sonic was limp beneath him, chest heaving, emerald eyes glazed with tears of pleasure. Infinite clung to Shadow’s back, panting like a starving beast, his composure stripped bare. Shadow grinned, feral and flushed, savoring their surrender.

“You belong to me,” he hissed, biting Infinite’s ear before licking the sweat and tears from Sonic’s cheek. “Both of you. Mine until you forget what it feels like to breathe without me inside you.”

Their only reply was broken moans, bodies shuddering as the tentacles wrung out another climax.

Finally...finally...Shadow slowed. His thrusts dragged out, powerful but unhurried, until he let himself spill deep inside his Omega once more, knot swelling and locking him to Sonic with a groan. Infinite followed moments later, body convulsing as he collapsed against Shadow’s back. The tentacles withdrew with wet, obscene sounds, retracting into Shadow’s body at last.

The room was filled with heavy breaths and the scent of sex. Shadow eased them down onto the bed, shifting onto his side so Sonic was curled against his chest while Infinite pressed against his back. His scleras faded from glowing red to white as he wrapped his arms protectively around both of them.

Sonic purred weakly, nuzzling into his Alpha’s chest, voice trembling. “Shads… too much…so good…” The mating bond still continuously thrumming with orgasmic bliss.

Infinite chuckled breathlessly, body still trembling. “Brutal… but fuck, hedgehog, you ruined me.”

Shadow pressed a soft kiss to the top of Sonic’s head, then nipped lightly at Infinite’s jaw, lingering with possessiveness. His voice softened, though the edge of dominance never left it. “Rest. You’ve both given me everything tonight.”

Sonic sighed, melting into him, while Infinite slumped back, smirk fading into weary contentment. The three of them sank into a tangle of limbs, sweat and heat mingling, bound by exhaustion and the weight of Shadow’s claim.

Shadow ran a slow, soothing hand down Sonic’s back, tracing tiny circles over tense muscles. “That’s it… breathe, my Omega. You did so well.” Sonic purred, nuzzling deeper into the warmth of Shadow’s chest, feeling utterly safe and cherished.

“Fuck…” Infinite muttered after a long pause, pulling back slightly. “I forgive… everything… damn.” He tried to stand, knees buckling, clearly unused to being on the receiving end. “Shit…”

Shadow rolled his eyes, still cradling Sonic. “Sit your ass down, Jackal. You’re not walking anywhere for a while.”

“I should go… give you two some time alone,” Infinite murmured, trying to steady himself on the bed.

“I’ll break your kneecaps if you try to leave without resting, Sit Down” Shadow hissed, crimson eyes sharp.

“Fuck… okay,” Infinite muttered, tail tucked between his legs as he sank back onto the mattress, finally letting himself relax.

Sonic threaded his fingers through Shadow’s chest fur, burying his face in the crook of his neck. “I’ve never seen an Alpha command another Alpha before… you’re always impressing me, Shads.”

Shadow purred possessively, the clicking filling the air. He kissed the top of Sonic’s head again and murmured into his fur, “And I’ll do my best to impress.” He shifted slightly to brush a gentle, teasing squeeze to Infinite’s shoulder. “And you…you will sign a NDA before you leave, understand?” 

Infinite’s chest heaved, a small smirk returning. “Yes, Alpha”

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Sonic woke in a warm nest of lavender. He inhaled deeply, snuggling into Shadow’s bed and pulling the covers over his head. His ears flicked at the sound of a muffled voice beyond the door. Nothing urgent, just talking. His chest loosened at the familiar, gravelly tone of his mate.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Sonic slid out of bed. His fur was clean, still faintly scented with lemongrass from the soap Shadow had bought him. The citrus undertone of his pheromones mixed with it, bright and fresh. Padding to the door, he cracked it open just enough to peek.

Shadow stood by his desk, coffee in hand, his voice low and even as he spoke with someone over the phone. He looked devastatingly sharp in a charcoal-gray dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, suspenders framing his chest, trousers pressed. Sleek, controlled, dangerous, and handsome as always. 

Sonic let the door fall shut again. If Shadow was busy working, he would have to be patient in bothering him. He lingered a moment, then gave in to his favorite guilty habit, snooping. He had been through Shadow’s closet but not the nightstands yet. Dropping to the bed, he tugged open the first drawer. The first one held the usual clutter: a few rings, gold polish, a screwdriver set, moisturizer. He huffed and closed it.

The second drawer made him pause. A pistol sat nestled inside. Carefully, he lifted it, heavier than he expected. He’d never needed one before; Scourge always had someone else do the dirty work, while Sonic broke open the safe. But Shadow had enemies, dangerous ones. Sonic ran his fingers over the cold frame, then jumped when the magazine suddenly slipped free and clattered to the floor.

“Aw, shit…”

He set the gun back in the drawer and bent to pick up the magazine. That’s when he spotted it, a silver briefcase tucked under the bed. Heart quickening, Sonic pulled it out, set it on the mattress, and flipped it open.

Inside lay rows of sleek injection capsules, each filled with red glowing liquid. However, Five green vials sat together, labeled in jagged handwriting: For Sonic. This was the case the Black Doom brought them. Why was it here?

His brows furrowed as he picked one up. What the hell was this? The casing felt cool, unfamiliar. He clicked it, suddenly arming the pen for action. Why would Doom prepare these for him? Are the rest for Shadow? What did he say something about a formula, when dropping them off. He turned it in his hand-

The door creaked open.

“Sonic-” Shadow’s voice cut in.

Sonic startled so hard his grip slipped, thumb pressing down on the injector. There was a sudden sharp hiss and sting in his thigh.

“Ah! Damn it!” Sonic gasped, dropping the capsule to the floor, standing up rapidly to inspect his thigh. How could he be so stupid? That could have been poison.

Shadow’s coffee cup slipped from his hand, shattering against the floor. His eyes went wide, panic flickering beneath his fury. “Sonic!”

He was at his mate’s side in an instant, kneeling, his gloved hands skimming over blue fur as he searched for signs of a reaction.

Sonic’s ears tilted back at the intensity in Shadow’s gaze. “What was in that thing…?” he asked, hesitant, trying to read his mate’s face.

Shadow’s thumb brushed over the faint mark on Sonic’s thigh. “I don’t know,” he admitted with a grimace. “He said it was meant for you, but he didn’t explain what. That bastard never explains.”

Sonic swallowed, nervous but teasing despite himself. “...Am I gonna die?”

Shadow shot him a flat look, but his hand tightened on Sonic’s hip. “If he wanted you dead, he wouldn’t have gone to all this trouble. More likely… some form of control. Or…” his lips curled unhappily, “something to do with fertility.”

Sonic blinked at him, horrified. “Shadow, those aren’t exactly better options!”

Shadow’s jaw flexed, but his tone softened. “We’ll monitor it. I’ll contact Rouge. I’m stepping away from work until we know what this does to you.” He stood up and shut the case, sliding it back beneath the bed.

Sonic should have been trembling at the possibilities, but instead another thought sparked. He suddenly flung himself into Shadow’s arms with dramatic flair, draping himself as though fainting. “Since I’m dying-”

“You’re not dying-” Shadow’s voice was dry, but his arm instinctively steadied Sonic anyway.

“Shhh.” Sonic pressed a finger against his lips, eyes sparkling as he whispered, “Since I’m dying… Can we go on that date? Pretty please? You’ll have to watch me closely anyway.” He batted his lashes, playing up the theatrics.

Shadow stared at him, exasperated. “That’s irresponsible. We don’t know how your body will react. It’s best to-...what are you doing?”

Sonic slipped right out of his arms and darted for Shadow’s closet. With a giggle, he tugged out one of Shadow’s button-ups, far too big for him. “I’m going to ask Rouge to help me pick out a date outfit. You can’t say no, Shads.”

“I can say no,” Shadow glared, arms folding. “And I am saying no.”

“Shads, I’m dying,” Sonic sing-songed, already pulling the shirt over his head. “That means you have to do whatever I say.” With that he ran out the room, as Shadow pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation. 

“Did you plan this?!” 

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Shadow leaned against his motorcycle outside the brothel, leather creaking as he shifted his weight. The matte-black jacket stretched over his broad shoulders, collar popped against the morning breeze. His dark jeans fit like a second skin, boots planted firmly, arms crossed as his ruby eyes scanned the door. His mate had to be the most irritating, stubborn creature alive… and the most breathtaking.

The thought cut short as Sonic stepped out to meet him. That smile, bright enough to shame the sun, hit Shadow square in the chest.

Rouge had clearly worked her magic. Sonic’s light-wash skinny jeans clung indecently tight, leaving nothing to the imagination. His signature red shoes only drew more attention to the way his hips swayed with every step. A fitted white long-sleeve shirt hugged his lean torso, tucked beneath a cropped red denim vest that framed him in all the right ways. His quills were tied up in a playful ponytail, baring the delicate line of his throat, and the gold studs in his ears, matching Shadow’s, that glinted with every tilt of his head.

And Shadow’s mouth went dry. This was the most covered he’d seen Sonic in weeks, yet somehow the little tease still made his stomach twist and his blood run hot. Jeans and a vest shouldn’t have looked that sinful but on Sonic, everything did.

Sonic’s eyes swept over his mate, drinking in the leather jacket, the dark jeans, the dangerous smolder in his eyes. He bit his lip, grin tugging at his muzzle. “You clean up well, Shads. Casual really does suit you. Makes you look like a bad boy.”

Shadow arched a brow, deadpan. “And you look like trouble.”

“Please,” Sonic teased, flicking his ponytail with mock arrogance. “I am trouble.”

Before Shadow could respond, Sonic’s gaze dropped to the bike. His jaw practically hit the floor. “Is this your bike?! Holy crap, Shads, this thing’s gorgeous. Is she fast?” He circled it once, eyes glinting like a kid in a candy shop.

Shadow rested a hand on the leather seat, pride flashing in his eyes. “She’s fast. But sometimes…” he swung a leg over and mounted it in one fluid, effortlessly cool motion, “…it’s not about speed. It’s about enjoying the ride.” His gaze slid back to Sonic, heavy, daring. “Get on.”

Sonic blushed despite himself, heart flipping. Damn it, he really hit the jackpot with this one. “You’re showing off,” he muttered, climbing on behind him anyway. He scooted close, arms wrapping snugly around Shadow’s waist, cheek brushing against the leather.

The engine roared to life, loud enough to rattle the ground, and Shadow kicked the stand up with a lazy smirk. “Hold tighter.”

“This is fine,” Sonic quipped, smirk tugging at his lips. “I’m not gonna go flying-”

The bike suddenly lurched forward. Sonic yelped, slamming against Shadow’s back, arms tightening around him like a vice.

“That’s better,” Shadow chuckled, the sound deep and smug.

“Asshole,” Sonic muttered against his ear, breath hot. But he didn’t let go.

The bike shot down the road, wind whipping past them, city lights streaking into smears of color. Sonic pressed flush against Shadow’s back, the leather cool under his cheek, but the heat radiating off his mate was intoxicating. He tilted his head just enough to murmur near Shadow’s ear, voice low, teasing.

“Mmh, you weren’t kidding. She’s fast… but you know, I think I like this part more.” His fingers flexed against Shadow’s stomach, dangerously close to slipping lower. “Holding on to you.”

Shadow’s grip tightened on the handlebars, jaw clenched as he focused on the road. “Behave, hedgehog.” His voice was dark, warning but it only made Sonic grin wider.

“Or what? You’ll pull over and punish me?” Sonic’s lips brushed his ear, half lost in the wind but enough to make Shadow’s quills bristle.

Shadow revved the engine harder, the bike surging forward with a growl. “You keep testing me, and you’ll find out.”

Sonic laughed breathlessly, clinging tighter as they weaved through the streets. His body rocked with every lean, every turn, molded perfectly against Shadow’s. “Gaia, you look so hot like this,” he whispered. “You’re making it really hard for me to sit still back here.”

Shadow smirked, unseen, his voice a smooth rumble over the engine. “Good. Squirm a little more. I like feeling you pressed against me.”

Sonic swallowed, the heat between them unbearable. “You really have me wrapped around your finger don't you”

Shadow didn’t answer right away. He only revved the bike again, speeding down the stretch of open road. But his free hand reached back briefly, squeezing Sonic’s thigh in a possessive grip.

“I have you wrapped around all of me,” he muttered.

The motorcycle slowed to a purr as Shadow pulled into a large parking lot. Neon signs flickered above the gates of the amusement park, laughter and music carrying in the air. He cut the engine, slipping the kickstand down with a smooth motion.

Shadow’s eyes narrowed at the sight. “This is where you wanted to go?” He gestured at the flashing rides and cotton candy stands with clear disapproval. “It looks… childish.”

Sonic hopped off the bike, stretching his legs and grinning so wide his cheeks hurt. “Exactly! That’s the point. It’s fun, Shads. You know, F-U-N? Don’t tell me you’ve never been to one of these before.”

Shadow dismounted far more gracefully, folding his arms as his leather jacket creaked. “I have better uses for my time than carnival games and fried food.”

Sonic rolled his eyes, grabbing his mate’s hand and tugging. “Well, tonight your ‘better use’ is me, and I’m telling you, you’re going to enjoy this.”

Shadow let himself be dragged through the entrance, ignoring the way some passersby looked a little too long at the leather-clad hybrid with a smug blue hedgehog latched onto him. Sonic’s excitement was contagious though, and by the time they reached the rows of neon-lit attractions, Shadow’s irritation had dulled into curiosity.

Sonic’s ears perked as he spotted but. This particular park had an outstandingly large go kart track. He gasped dramatically. “Ohhh there it is! I haven't been here in years.”

Shadow followed his gaze, unimpressed. “Go-karts? Really?”

“Yes, really.” Sonic bounced on his heels, his ponytail quivering with the motion. “Think about it, Shads. You and me. Racing. No business, just raw speed.”

Shadow raised a brow, smirking faintly. “You already know who would win.”

Sonic bumped his hip into him. “Mmm, yeah Me.”

Shadow exhaled through his nose, half amused, half exasperated. “Like hell you would.”

“I would and will, You will just have to prove me wrong” Sonic corrected, already pulling him toward the line. “Come on, Shads. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Shadow’s crimson eyes flicked over to him, narrowing with heat rather than irritation. “With you? Everything.”

Sonic grinned wider, leaning close enough for his breath to tickle Shadow’s ear. “Then I guess you’d better keep your hands on the wheel and your eyes on the track… unless you want me to distract you.”

For the first time all day, Shadow’s lips curled into a dark smirk. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Watch me.” Sonic winked, already climbing into a kart.

The attendant waved them onto the track, just the two of them. The midday sun glared down, the asphalt shimmering in the heat, and the smell of rubber and gasoline hung in the air. Rows of empty karts sat silent, leaving the entire circuit theirs alone.

Sonic practically vibrated with excitement as he slipped into his kart, tugging the seatbelt on. “Man, it’s been forever since I’ve done this. Hope you’re ready to eat my dust, Shads.”

Shadow lowered himself into his kart with deliberate calm, leather jacket creaking as he adjusted the wheel. His crimson eyes slid to Sonic with a slow, knowing smirk. “You do realize actual racing requires skill, not just running fast, right?”

“Skill, charm, and killer looks.” Sonic winked, revving his little engine until it whined. “Lucky for me, I’ve got all three.”

Shadow scoffed, rolling his eyes, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward.

The flag dropped.

Both engines roared, tires squealing as they shot forward. The first stretch was a straightaway, Sonic darting ahead, his laughter echoing across the empty track.

“Too easy!” Sonic called over his shoulder, taunting.

Shadow narrowed his eyes, leaning into the wheel. “The race isn’t won on the first turn.”

As if to prove his point, he slid into the curve with flawless precision, his kart hugging the inside while Sonic oversteered just a touch, giving Shadow the lead. Sonic’s ears perked, his grin widening.

“Oh-ho, so you do know how to drive!” Sonic teased, closing the gap again. “Guess I’ll have to actually try.”

They wove through tight corners, bumpers nearly kissing as they fought for position. Sonic leaned forward like he could will his kart to go faster, while Shadow kept his form tight and calculated.

“You’re reckless,” Shadow called, smoothly overtaking him on another bend.

“And you love it,” Sonic shot back, laughing breathlessly.

The halfway point came up, a long stretch of winding turns, sharp curves that tested reflex more than speed. Sonic thrived in the chaos, cutting daring lines and risking every inch of the track’s width. Shadow, though, was methodical, his driving clean and deadly precise. They stayed neck and neck, engines whining in harmony.

On the final lap, they hit the straightaway again. Sonic’s quills streamed in the wind as he shouted, “Hope you don’t mind losing, Shads!”

“Don’t get cocky.” Shadow smirked, shifting his weight just right to surge ahead. For a moment, it looked like he had it, his kart nosing in front by a hair’s breadth.

Sonic’s grin sharpened. “Oh, I’m not cocky. I’m confident.”

He cut inside the final corner with a reckless dive, tires squealing, his kart nearly clipping Shadow’s before he shot forward with every ounce of momentum the little machine had left.

The finish line came in a blur, Sonic's kart crossing just ahead.

He threw his hands up, cheering. “Ha! Victory!”

Shadow’s kart rolled to a stop beside him. He removed his seatbelt with slow, deliberate calm, though the smirk tugging his lips betrayed his pride. “You cheated that corner.”

“Cheating? Please. That was skill.” Sonic climbed out, bouncing on his toes with a bright grin. “Admit it, you had fun.”

Shadow swung out of his kart, the sunlight glinting off his leather jacket, making him look unfairly hot for someone who’d just lost. He stepped close, towering over Sonic with a smug glint in his eye. “I’ll admit one thing…” His voice dropped, low and husky. “…I still plan to win something else tonight.”

Sonic’s ears flushed pink, his grin only widening. “Guess we’ll just have to race again, huh?” He climbed back into the kart. “Rematch, Shads! No excuses this time, you’re eatin’ my dust. Again”

Shadow strapped in with slow, deliberate precision, his crimson gaze cutting sideways. “Bold words… from someone who folds the second I touch a nerve.”

Sonic revved his engine with a cocky laugh. “Please. You couldn’t break my focus if you tried.”

The flag dropped. Tires screamed, engines roared, and Sonic shot forward with a triumphant “Ha!” echoing across the track. “Told ya, already ahead!”

Shadow leaned into his wheel, his smirk razor sharp. His voice cut through the noise, low and intimate, like it was whispered right against Sonic’s ear. “I could make you lose without even passing you.”

Sonic scoffed, cheeks already warming. “Y-yeah right-”

“Lets make it interesting,” Shadow murmured, tone dripping with dark amusement. “Loser, does whatever the winner wants, for a whole day. Anything they want, anywhere they want it~.” He licked his lips.

Sonic’s grip faltered, his kart wobbling dangerously close to the edge of the track. “Shads!” he barked, voice cracking.

Shadow chuckled, closing the gap between them. “Are your hands trembling? It will be nothing compared to how I am going to make you quiver.”

“Y-you’re insane,” Sonic stammered, ears burning, trying to keep his eyes on the turns. But every time he stole a glance, Shadow’s gaze was locked on him, hungry, devouring.

Lap after lap, Shadow’s velvet growl rattled through him.

“You look better choking on moans than trying to beat me.”

“I bet you’d beg to ride me this hard instead.”

“Lose to me here… lose yourself to me later.”

And Sonic did lose, clipping a curve too wide, his kart jerking just enough for Shadow to slip ahead with effortless grace.

“Damn it!” Sonic shouted, slamming the wheel, but it was too late. Shadow took the win, raising a hand in mock salute, his smirk practically glowing with smug satisfaction.

The second they parked, Sonic stormed out of his kart, face blazing red. “That wasn’t fair! You...you distracted the hell out of me!”

Shadow stepped out with a slow, predatory calm, leather jacket catching the light as he closed the distance. “Sounds like weakness, not my problem.”

“You-” Sonic jabbed a finger at his chest, voice breaking. “You used your...your stupid sexy voice and made me-”

Shadow’s hand shot out, gripping Sonic’s wrist and yanking him forward. Sonic’s chest pressed flush against Shadow’s as the ebony hedgehog drove him back, slamming him into the pit wall. The blue hedgehog gasped, ears perking as his breath caught in his throat, eyes wide while Shadow loomed over him, crimson gaze smoldering with dominance and triumph.

“You mean,” Shadow purred, his lips grazing the corner of Sonic’s mouth, “I cheated by making you think about how badly you want me?”

Sonic shivered, his voice caught between outrage and arousal. “I-I don’t-”

But Shadow silenced him with a searing kiss, rough and hungry, pinning Sonic against the wall until his knees nearly buckled. Sonic clutched at his jacket, panting into the kiss, his protests dissolving into needy whimpers.

When Shadow finally pulled back, his breath hot against Sonic’s lips, he smirked darkly. “Face it...you like it better when I make you lose.”

Sonic’s cheeks burned, his eyes glazed as he panted, trying to muster defiance. “…You’re still a damn cheater.”

Shadow pressed one final kiss to Sonic’s lips, firm and claiming, before murmuring low against him, “Then keep losing, hedgehog. I’ll make it worth your while.”

Sonic’s chest warmed, and a genuine smile spread across his face. He cupped Shadow’s jaw gently and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to him, a kiss that carried more than desire, it carried trust, affection, and something dangerously close to love. He pulled back just enough to let his eyes linger on Shadow’s face, memorizing every line and shadow.

Shadow’s usual composure wavered. The heat, the teasing, the flirting, it was all familiar. But the way Sonic was looking at him now, with that raw fondness, with his whole being open and honest, made the ebony hedgehog uneasy in the most unfamiliar way.

Sonic’s hands found Shadow’s, holding them as if they were the most precious things in the world. One hand drifted up to press a gentle kiss to Shadow’s knuckles. “You’re worth my while, no matter if I win or lose,” he murmured softly.

Shadow’s rigid stance faltered, and he found himself staring into Sonic’s emerald eyes, feeling the weight of the tenderness radiating off him. No words passed, none were needed, but the quiet intensity spoke volumes, leaving Shadow unsure, exposed, and strangely captivated.

The sun hung low over the amusement park, casting long golden streaks across the rides and stalls. Sonic and Shadow wandered hand in hand, the playful banter of earlier replaced by a calm, quiet warmth. Sonic’s usual energetic chatter softened into gentle laughter, and Shadow found himself matching it, letting the rare, peaceful moments stretch between them.

They rode the Ferris wheel together, the creak of the cars a soft counterpoint to the steady rhythm of their hands entwined. Sonic leaned his head on Shadow’s shoulder as the wheel climbed, watching the park shrink beneath them. Shadow’s arm draped protectively around him, the usual sharpness in his posture softened into something more tender, almost reverent.

“Wow… the view is amazing,” Sonic whispered, his voice carrying awe more for the moment and perhaps for Shadow, more than the scenery.

Shadow’s crimson eyes softened, tracing the delicate outline of Sonic’s profile. He didn’t answer with words, only tightened his arm around him, letting the quiet closeness speak for him. Sonic turned slightly, brushing a hand over Shadow’s chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat under his fingers.

Sonic leaned into him fully, his chest pressed against Shadow’s side, and Shadow lowered his chin onto the soft crown of Sonic’s quills. For once, his posture wasn’t rigid, wasn’t guarded, just open, vulnerable in a way only Sonic could draw out of him.

“I don’t think I have ever known peace like this,” Shadow muttered, the admission slipping out low and rough, as though torn from someplace deep inside.

Sonic’s breath caught. He tilted his head up, emerald eyes shimmering in the glow of the Ferris wheel lights. “Then I hope it’s all you’ll ever know in the future,” he whispered, his voice trembling with sincerity.

The ride ended, and they stepped off hand in hand, fingers intertwined, the world still hazy and golden from their closeness. They drifted toward the game stalls, Sonic playfully bumping his hip into Shadow’s. Then, distracted by the glow of a shooting stand, Sonic brushed shoulders with a passerby.

“Oh sorry ‘bout that,” Sonic said with a sheepish grin, flashing the easy smile that always seemed to brighten any space.

But the stranger, a tall, purple chameleon didn’t smile back. He stood unnervingly still, golden eyes fixed on Sonic with an intensity that immediately soured the moment. His stare was unblinking, dissecting, almost sharp enough to cut.

Sonic faltered, his grin dimming under the weight of it. “Uh…” He turned back toward Shadow, shaking it off. But when he glanced over his shoulder again, the chameleon was gone. Vanished, as if he’d never been there at all.

Sonic completely forgot about the strange chameleon encounter on the ride home. His thoughts were swirling with nothing but how Shadow made his heart swell. The wind rushed past them, the city lights painting streaks of color in the night, but all Sonic cared about was the steady warmth of his mate in front of him. He buried himself tightly against the cool leather of Shadow’s jacket, nuzzling in, breathing him in. He was sure Shadow could feel the abundance of love pouring through the bond, raw and unfiltered.

Shadow’s hands were steady on the bike, but his chest felt tight. He could feel it, every beat of Sonic’s heart resonating down that tether between them, warm and dangerous. He told himself it was just adrenaline, the high of the race, the rush of the date… but deep down he knew it wasn’t. Sonic wasn’t hiding how he felt. And that terrified him.

The ride was over too soon. They rolled up to the brothel, the neon glow casting sharp lines across the pavement. Shadow killed the engine, the sudden silence making Sonic’s pulse thrum in his ears. He slid off the bike but didn’t let go of Shadow’s hand just yet.

“I had a really great time,” Sonic said softly, voice low and warm, his grin genuine and eyes shimmering in the neon glow. “Like… one of the best nights I’ve ever had.” His thumb slowly caressed the back of Shadows' hand. 

Shadow’s gaze softened, despite himself. He inclined his head, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. “…I enjoyed it as well.”

Sonic’s chest fluttered at the quiet admission, a smile still plastered on his face. He stepped a little closer, closing the space between them, looking up at Shadow with a heart hammering so loudly he was sure Shadow could feel it. “Shads…” He swallowed, the words tasting impossibly heavy, then let them spill with raw honesty. “I… I love you.”

Shadow froze. Every nerve in his body went rigid. His first instinct was to recoil, to armor up before the weight of those words sank too deep. His breath caught, crimson eyes widening as if caught between denial and awe, unsure what to do with the confession.

Sonic noticed immediately. His smile softened, bittersweet yet steady, full of warmth and trust. He lifted a hand, letting his fingers brush gently along Shadow’s cheek, feather-light. “Hey… it’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. Not yet...I just needed you to know.”

Shadow’s chest tightened, it was suffocating, the quiet honesty of Sonic’s gaze unraveling something inside him he didn’t realize had been so tightly wound. For a moment, he simply breathed, letting the soft contact anchor him.

Before Shadow could respond, Sonic leaned up, pressing a tender, deliberate kiss to his lips. Not urgent, not desperate, just soft, steady, and true. His heart beat frantically, but there was a calm certainty in the way he held on to Shadow for that brief, perfect moment.

Then he pulled back slightly, green eyes sparkling, cheeks tinged with color, a smile curving his lips. “Goodnight, Shads..”

Shadow’s gaze lingered on him, words trapped somewhere between his chest and throat, as Sonic disappeared inside, leaving him in the quiet glow of the night, mind racing, heart full, and something new and fragile stirring deep within.

°. ⋆༺☾𖤓༻⋆. °

Shadow paced the quiet hall, every step echoing the storm inside him. He didn't sleep, and didn't go back to the bedroom last night. Sonic's words from earlier, I love you, kept replaying in his mind, sparking a tension he couldn’t ignore. He wanted to run, to bury himself in work, to lock away the feelings that had begun to unravel him. But the truth gnawed at him relentlessly: he did want Sonic. He wanted to love him too, even if the thought terrified him.

Crimson eyes caught on the hallway mirror, and for a heartbeat Shadow almost didn’t recognize the figure staring back. Hesitation carved sharp lines into his face, the same old voices gnawing at him monster, weapon, unworthy. Too dangerous to deserve someone like Sonic.

But beneath it, another voice pushed through. The one he buried under years of armor. The one that burned for more. Sonic’s words echoed in his head: I’m not afraid of you. Again and again, Sonic had proved it, never flinching, never faltering. If anyone could look past the chaos in his veins, it was him.

Shadow’s breath left him slow and unsteady. He couldn’t erase the danger. Sonic would always have a target painted across his back for being near him. But maybe that was the point, Shadow would be there, standing in the way. Protecting him. Claiming him. He was done running.

Decision snapped into place like a loaded weapon.

He stormed down the hall, boots heavy but sure on the polished floor. Each step carried weight, determination stitched with dread. The low hum of voices and clinking glasses drifted from the lounge, but Shadow’s focus narrowed instantly.

There he was. Sonic, moving with casual grace behind the bar, smile bright enough to outshine the room. Effortless. Untouchable. And yet his.

Shadow lingered at the archway, arms folding, eyes locked on him. Every instinct screamed to turn back, to keep the chaos buried. But he couldn’t not this time.

Sonic’s gaze flicked up. Their eyes met, and green lit like fireworks. “Hey,” Sonic grinned, voice tinged with warmth and surprise. “I was wondering when I'd see you.”

Shadow’s jaw worked, chest tight as silence stretched. He almost choked on the words before forcing them out, low and rough, as if torn from his throat. “I… need to talk to you. Away from the others.”

Sonic’s expression shifted, the playful curve of his mouth softening into something gentler, more knowing. Curiosity flickered, but warmth held steady. “Yeah… sure thing.” He set the glass aside, wiping his hands on a towel as his pulse quickened in rhythm with Shadow’s storm.

Then he followed.

Shadow’s mind was a storm of thoughts. Every step toward the hall felt like a countdown. He knew Sonic didn’t need words yet, but he had to act first and to show that, despite his own hesitation, he was willing to try.

Their path was abruptly blocked by a familiar, imposing figure and one beside him not so familiar.

“Well, well… if it isn’t my favorite hedgehogs. Did you come to greet me?” Infinite’s grin stretched wide, sharp and dangerous, his gaze flicking between them like a predator sizing up prey.

Shadow’s arms crossed instinctively, his jaw tightening. “It’s a pleasure to host your company as always, Infinite,” he said, forcing the manager's facade. His thoughts were racing, he was really going to tell Sonic he liked him back. He didn't need to deal with the jackal right now.

Sonic tried to mask his nerves with a grin. “Rouge is manning the bar. She’ll get you and your… friend taken care of,” he said, hoping to defuse the tension, and bypass a lengthier conversation. 

Infinite’s eyes sparkled with a predator’s delight. “This is my boss,” he said, gesturing to the hedgehog next to him, letting the steel-burnt scent of his pheromones wash over them. “I told him how you two help me...unwind...during our acquisition… he insisted on meeting you.”

Shadow’s growl was low, restrained. “Did an NDA mean nothing to you?” His pheromones flared in response, a sharp undercurrent of warning that didn’t go unnoticed.

“I kept the important information under wraps, just not the juicy details” Infinite smirked. 

A new voice cut through, calm and cool. “Apologies for my constituent’s behavior.” The hedgehog stepped forward, his Alpha presence layered with a charcoal scent that immediately sliced through Infinite’s overwhelming dominance.

Sonic’s head swirled; three Alphas releasing pheromones at once was almost unbearable. He barely managed, “We… ask that you… please be respectful when releasing your pheromones in here.” His words came out tight, strained.

Then the new hedgehog’s eyes locked on him. Neon green, piercing, unwavering, they drilled straight into Sonic’s chest. “You.” The intensity alone pinned him in place. The scent flared, eclipsing all other scents, and the hedgehog, broader, taller, with upturned green-striped quills like a darker echo of Shadow, grabbed Sonic’s hand.

Sonic froze. His stomach twisted, head swimming from the overpowering pheromones and the sheer force of those eyes. Even Shadow’s stoic demeanor faltered, a flicker of unease crossing his crimson gaze.

On impulse, Sonic tried to pull his hand away. “M-me what? Who are you?”

The green-striped hedgehog leaned closer, eyes unblinking, his voice a smooth drawl as his lips brushed Sonic’s hand. “My name is Mephiles, and I…” The word hung between them, heavy and dangerous. “…am your fated pair.”

The room stilled, a collective inhale cutting through the air. Sonic’s heart stuttered, panic clawing up his throat. “Uh… I… um…” His gaze darted to Shadow jaw locked, crimson eyes wide, flickering between fury and disbelief. “...B-but… I already have an Alpha!”

He tugged against the grip, but Mephiles’ hold was unyielding, his strength coiled and merciless.

Those searing green eyes didn’t so much as blink. If anything, Sonic’s resistance only deepened the hunger in them. 

His fingers tightened around Sonic’s hand, claiming, while his other hand slid up, gliding from wrist to elbow, then higher, brushing along the curve of Sonic’s arm. It was slow, calculated, as if Mephiles were savoring every flinch, every ounce of struggle, drawing him closer inch by inch.

Shadow’s presence snapped like a live wire behind him, power thick and bristling, protective rage pouring off him in waves. But even that wasn’t enough to cut through the haze of pheromones Mephiles exuded sharp, heady, suffocating. They wrapped around Sonic like chains, twisting tight, invasive and intoxicating all at once.

Shadow stepped forward, every muscle tensed and coiled like a predator ready to strike. “Let go of him,” he said, voice low, dangerous, vibrating with his own Alpha scent. The air thickened, heavy with warning. Sonic’s heart jumped, both terrified and inexplicably flustered. He could feel Sonic’s panic through the bond but he couldn't ignore the claim of the fated pair. “Please do not touch employees without their consent,even if you claim he is your fated pair, he has a mate.” He said bluntly. 

Mephiles slowly released Sonic’s hand, and let his other fingers slowly drag down his arm. “My, my… I didn’t mean to startle you, my dear Omega. I’ve been anticipating meeting you in person for far too long. Can’t you feel it?”

Sonic’s fingers instinctively clutched at his chest, heart hammering against his ribs. “I… I don’t know what you mean,” he stammered, tugging at the collar of his shirt as heat flushed through his body.

“My dear, I felt it immediately,” Mephiles said, voice smooth, almost hypnotic. “Our hearts, they are in sync. They are racing in excitement, harmonized.”

Sonic’s eyes widened. His chest felt strangely lighter, yet unbearably tight. Heat pooled low in his belly, and he reached for the bite mark at the back of his neck, tracing it nervously. “But… I-”

“Darling, do not fret,” Mephiles interrupted softly, eyes flicking dangerously toward Shadow. “Being claimed does not taint you. Fated mates can override any other marks. Romantic, isn’t it?”

Shadow’s chest tightened. Crimson eyes flared like coals, burning into Mephiles. Every nerve in him screamed, rage, panic, helplessness, all mixed with the aching, undeniable bond he shared with Sonic. But as his gaze flicked to his mate, flushed and trembling, he felt something darker stir. A spark of fear, and maybe… arousal. Was Sonic going into heat because he met his fated mate?

Mephiles began circling, every step deliberate. “I understand this is overwhelming but I’ve been waiting for you. Waiting… a long, long time.”

Sonic’s knees buckled. The world seemed to tilt as he collapsed, warm and trembling. However to those unaware of his inner struggle it seemed as if he accepted the strange Alpha's courting. Breath ragged, senses overloading. “Shads… I-” he called, voice cracking.

“You should bother him no longer,” Mephiles murmured, lips brushing Sonic’s ear, voice velvet and commanding. “Your fated mate is here.”

Shadow’s claws dug into his palms until blood welled. The heat of Sonic’s body, the swelling pheromones, it was intoxicating, maddening. Yet his mind spiraled into darkness. Fate was cruel. Just as he admitted to himself he had feelings for Sonic, another would threaten his happiness. Happiness that he didn't deserve. Sonic didn’t belong to him. How could he? He was a monster. Shadows of doubt and despair twisted through his chest as he stepped back, turning sharply away.

“Shadow… wait… our talk?” Sonic’s voice wavered, a desperate plea chasing after him.

“Forget. It. ,” Shadow snapped, cold, rigid. “You should get to know your… new Alpha.” And with that, he strode out the door that the two had just entered, leaving Sonic reeling.

Sonic struggled to stand, mind spinning. Warm arms wrapped around him but it wasn’t Shadow. Not Shadow. His stomach twisted, and panic flared. He didn’t know what to think. Fated mates? Was this real? Why did his chest ache so fiercely watching Shadow leave?

“I can smell your heat beginning,” Mephiles purred, a dangerous undertone curling through the words. “My rut will follow. Why don’t we find somewhere private?”

Sonic’s fingers dug into the floor instinctively. He shook his head violently, voice raw. “Shadow!” His body moved on instinct, ripping free of Mephiles’ touch. He stumbled out the front door, calling with everything in him. “SHADOW! WAIT!”

Behind him, Infinite rubbed the back of his neck. “Well… that escalated quickly.”

“Quickly indeed,” Mephiles replied, lips curling in a predatory grin.

Shadow’s boots struck the pavement in hard, punishing strides, the echoes ricocheting off brick walls like the drumbeat of his guilt. Each step carried him farther from the brothel, farther from Sonic, farther from the warmth he had no right to crave. It was madness, just as he decided he was going to confess, to bare his heart, only to flee the moment another dared to stake a claim.

His chest constricted, every muscle knotted with fury at himself. What kind of coward was he? What kind of monster? He had no right to want Sonic, no right to nurture a bond that should never have existed. Sonic belonged to someone real, someone worthy, and Shadow would not drag him down into the ruin that was his own life.

But the scent, Chaos, the scent still burned on his fur. Bright citrus, blazing warmth, the pulse of life itself. It twisted his gut, staggered his steps, and threatened to bring him to his knees. He clutched at his chest as if he could smother the ache, as if he could choke out the bond’s pull. But the longing wouldn’t be silenced. It clawed at him, alive and merciless, a need he had no power to deny.

“S-SHADOW!” Sonic’s voice tore through the night, ragged, desperate, cracking under the weight of everything he felt.

Shadow froze mid-stride, every nerve in his body tightening. That voice… It was too much. Too trusting. Too full of love. It was a tether wrapping around his throat, dragging him back when he needed to break free. He had to cut it no matter how deep it sliced him in return.

Slowly, Shadow turned, crimson eyes locking on the panting blue figure just a few paces behind. Sonic’s chest heaved, he was flushed, trembling his body beginning to betray him with the signs of heat. And still, he came. Still, he chased him.

“Leave me alone, hedgehog,” Shadow hissed, voice like broken glass.

Sonic shook his head violently, tears already burning the corners of his emerald eyes. “No! I won’t let you leave! I told you how I felt, I meant it!”

Shadow’s fists clenched so tightly his claws dug into his palms. His chest ached with the force of everything he wanted to say but couldn’t. “You have a fated mate now,” he spat, the words tasting like venom on his tongue. “Your feelings will change. They’ll have to.”

“No, they won’t!” Sonic shouted back, his voice breaking. He took another shaky step forward, lips trembling as his heart bled through his words. “I love you, Shads. I love you and no one else!”

Shadow’s composure shattered. His quills bristled, his voice thundered through the alley, sharp and cruel.

“WELL YOU FUCKING SHOULDN’T!”

Sonic flinched but didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, even as his tears threatened to spill freely down his cheeks. He reached for him, shaking his head desperately. “Shads-”

Shadow snapped. In one brutal motion, he shoved Sonic against the wall, the impact rattling through the bricks. His face twisted into a snarl, his claws pinning Sonic by the shoulders.

“Go home, Omega,” he growled, voice dripping venom. “Spread your legs for your new Alpha. Forget me.”

The words hit harder than the shove. Sonic’s breath hitched violently, his body trembling as if the world had just split beneath him. His tears came hot and heavy, streaming down his face unchecked as his voice broke apart.

“N-no… don’t… don’t do this, Shads… please…” His sobs cracked, raw and aching, his knees threatening to buckle beneath him. His hands clung weakly at Shadow’s wrists, not to fight him off, but to beg him to stay. “I can’t- I can’t lose you…”

Shadow looked away, jaw clenched so tight it hurt, because if he stared a second longer into those broken green eyes, he’d falter. He’d give in. He’d damn Sonic to the same misery that consumed him.

Better to carve the wound deep now than let it fester later.

He released him abruptly, stepping back, his breath unsteady though he masked it in anger. “Stay away from me, Sonic,” he forced out, voice cold, final.

And before Sonic could gather himself, before his sobs could soften into words that might unravel him, Shadow turned on his heel and vanished into the night leaving Sonic crumbling against the wall, broken, clutching at the pieces of a love that was being ripped away from him.

Sonic didn’t know how long he lay there in the alley, curled on the cold ground, his breath ragged, tears still soaking his fur. The ache in his chest was unbearable, but worse was the heat still crawling beneath his skin.

He didn’t notice the footsteps at first.

“Well, well…” A voice cut through the night, low and mocking. “What’s a little Omega doing out here all alone?”

Sonic’s head snapped up, eyes blurred with tears. Three figures stood at the mouth of the alley, two betas and one alpha, their scents sharp and invasive, their gazes locking on him like prey. His chest seized.

“Please…” Sonic whispered, dragging himself back against the wall. His body was trembling too much to stand. “Don’t-”

One of the betas crouched down, reaching out like Sonic was something to be picked up. “You smell it too, right? Heat.” His grin spread, feral. “Someone abandoned him.”

Sonic’s stomach lurched. He shoved the hand away with a burst of panic, his voice cracking. “D-Don’t touch me!”

The alpha stepped forward then, towering, his eyes dark with hunger. “Easy, Omega,” he purred, his pheromones heavy in the air, pressing down. “You’ll feel better with an Alpha to take care of you.”

“No!” Sonic’s voice broke into a sob. His fists hit the ground weakly as he scrambled back, but there was nowhere to go, the brick wall at his spine unyielding. “I don’t want you! I… I only want-” His voice cracked, shattered on the name. “I only want Shadow!”

The alpha’s smirk curled cruelly. “I don't see them here. Then you really are alone.”

A hand brushed his quills, and Sonic cried out, flinching violently, tears spilling faster. His whole body shook, caught between grief and the primal terror of being cornered. He felt dirty even being looked at by them, their scents burning his nose, nothing like the warmth and safety he craved.

“Please… don’t…” His voice was barely more than a whisper now, crumbling under the weight of despair. His entire body screamed for the one who had just abandoned him.

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Shadow was unraveling. Every step away from Sonic felt like tearing his own heart out, yet even distance couldn’t smother the beast clawing up from his core. 

He had to run. Because if he stayed he would rip that other hedgehog open, shred his very being and take Sonic for himself in the aftermath. The image came unbidden, vivid as a memory: Sonic’s wide eyes, glassy with terror, while Shadow claimed him amid carnage. The thought made him sick to his stomach yet some twisted marrow-deep part of him thrilled at it.

His wings tore free with a wet crack, inky feathers catching the moonlight as he vaulted skyward. The air was freezing, sharp, but it couldn’t burn the haze from his skull. He snarled, shaking his head hard enough to whip his quills, as though he could shake the darkness loose.

No. That wasn’t him. That wasn’t who he swore to be. He had left Doom Corp to escape that cycle of mindless brutality, to prove he wasn’t another mindless weapon. He could stomach violence only when it was precise, justified, but this grotesque storm of impulses that demanded nothing but slaughter. And yet his mind flashed with images of Mephiles’s severed head on a platter, the taste of iron on his tongue, his hands painted red.

Would Sonic see it? Would his little mate, gentle, stubborn, bright be able to look at him without horror if he knew what truly lived inside him? Sonic, who hated violence even when it was necessary. Sonic, who had smiled at him with trust in those sapphire eyes. If he ever glimpsed at what Shadow fought to cage, he would never, could never love him.

Shadow’s chest seized, every breath sharp as glass. The sky tilted above him, endless and merciless, while the weight of his own monstrosity pressed down until he could hardly breathe. He had already taken too much from Sonic, his heart, his freedom, his autonomy. And now, worst of all, he had torn him from his fated mate.

The thought hollowed him out. For one aching moment, he dared to imagine a world where Sonic had never crossed his path. Would he be happier? Would he be free? His mind whispered yes, the truth cutting like a blade. But his heart, the cursed, selfish thing, throbbed with a desperate no. The two waged war inside him, leaving him paralyzed between love and ruin.

The bond was agony, a living cord thrumming through his chest, shrieking at him to turn back. It burned with need, with belonging, with a pull so fierce it nearly dragged him from the sky. But to yield would mean chaining Sonic to him forever. Condemning him to a life shackled to the very monster he was.

Could he be that selfish? Could he really choose his own happiness over Sonic’s freedom? His claws curled against his palms until blood welled. The answer echoed inside him, hollow and certain: no. He would sacrifice everything his desire, his heart, even his own happiness if it meant sparing Sonic.

And yet the ache did not ease. It only grew, gnawing at him with the merciless truth: he couldn’t let go. Not really. Not ever. And Sonic would suffer for it.

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Sonic woke with a strangled gasp, chest tight, head pounding as if someone had split it open. Every nerve in his body screamed, aching, hollow, wrong. His hands throbbed, and when he lifted them, his stomach lurched, gloves shredded, knuckles torn and bleeding. Some of the blood, he could tell, wasn’t his.

He tried to sit up, and the cold bite of steel yanked at his wrists. Handcuffs. His pulse spiked. His surroundings finally sank in: cement walls, a narrow cot, air so damp and cold it gnawed at his quills. A cell.

But that wasn’t what made him tremble. It was the emptiness in his chest. The bond. That soft, unshakable tether that had pulsed between him and Shadow like a secret heartbeat it was faint now. Thinned. As though Shadow was forcing distance between them. The further it stretched, the more it burned.

Sonic whimpered and curled forward, pressing his forehead to his knees. The heat of his cycle was gone, snuffed out like a candle, strange, heats don't just end. Speaking of things ending. “Shads…” His voice cracked, barely a whisper. His heart clawed against his ribs, desperate. “Why…”

A voice broke the silence. “So. You’re awake.”

Sonic flinched, ears jerking up. His head snapped toward the bars. Golden eyes glowed faintly in the dim light.

“You…” Sonic’s throat was dry. His voice rasped. “You were… at the park.”

The purple chameleon gave a small nod, arms crossed, posture rigid. “Officer Espio. I’m the one who pulled you out.” His tone was clipped, but something flickered in his gaze. “You made quite the mess.”

Sonic’s breath hitched, panic rising again. His clothes were torn, dirt-streaked. His body felt achy even if he didn’t remember it. His lip quivered. “Did they? Am I-?” The tears came before he could stop them.

Espio’s face remained firm. “The trio agreed not to press charges.”

The words landed like a blade to the gut. Sonic’s eyes snapped wide, emerald burning. “WHAT?” His voice cracked, raw, furious. “They attacked me and you’re just letting them walk?!” His voice collapsed into a sob halfway through. “Because I’m an Omega. Because I’m nothing.” His fists clenched, the cuffs biting into his flesh. “Shadow was the only one who-” His breath faltered, the bond searing again, stabbing pain deep in his chest. “He’s gone now.”

Espio’s jaw ticked, but he pressed on. “You don’t remember. You broke that Alpha’s nose. Dislocated a beta’s arm. By the time Vector and I got there, you were feral. You nearly had to be sedated.” His eyes narrowed slightly, searching Sonic. “They claimed you were in heat, but I have never seen an estrus omega feral. Even now, you do not seem to be in heat. At all. Odd, don’t you think?”

Sonic blinked through wet lashes, the emptiness gnawing at him like acid. His body felt hollow, as though the fight, the chaos, and the sharp edges of pain had stripped him bare. He had fought them? His fists sure felt like he did. They probably deserved it. But even that small victory felt hollow. He couldn’t remember much, and the way they had looked at him, mocking, calculating, still churned his stomach. Relief should have followed, but it didn’t. Instead, there was only this bitter, hollow ache. He let out a short, humorless bark of laughter. “So… they didn’t fuck me huh? Lucky me, Lock me up for defending myself.”

Espio’s posture stiffened, the bluntness in his tone cutting sharper than any words Sonic could muster. “No. You were the danger, not them. This wasn’t defense.” Espio frowned. “Do you have common occurrences of aggression?” 

“No of course not” Sonic groaned as his head began to throb. He curled up holding it in his hands as memories came flooding back. The minute he inhaled that other Alpha’s sent, he didn't have Shadow’s pheromones to soothe him. His mind was consumed with anger. Not his Alpha. Do not want. The pain of his knuckles cracking as he hit the Alpha in front of him. All the pain and heart rising in that moment to defend himself. He remembered standing there after, panting as the blue and red lights flashed behind him. Whatever came over him it saved him, but it was unnatural and that was terrifying. 

“It is rare to see Omega’s so aggressive. The only reason there aren’t charges is they don’t want it known that an Omega beat them bloody.” Espio was looking over Sonic, mulling something over. 

Sonic sighed, the weight of it all pressed him down. Tears dripped onto his lap, hot and humiliating. Shame and heartbreak coiled in his chest like iron chains. “Then… why am I here?” His voice cracked, barely above a whisper, but it carried the raw despair of someone who had just lost the last thread of hope.

Espio’s gaze hardened. “Because you have multiple warrants. Breaking and entering. Theft. Destruction of property.”

Sonic’s lips trembled, curling into a humorless, defeated grin. “…Shit.” His body slumped against the cold cot, staring blankly at the ceiling as the unforgiving steel of the cuffs dug into his wrists. Everything pressed down on him, hopelessness, isolation, the absence of Shadow. No freedom. No comfort. No bond strong enough to anchor him against the storm of his own despair.

He closed his eyes, the silence of the cell echoing louder than any shout. For the first time in a long while, Sonic felt utterly… lost.

Espio lingered for a moment longer, something unreadable flashing across his features. “…A medic will assess you soon for processing, I have a feeling you were exposed to something.”

Then he was gone.

The silence was unbearable. The bond flared again like claws raking across Sonic’s ribs, a reminder of Shadow’s rejection. Of how much the other was in pain. Sonic curled onto his side, hands pressed tight against his chest as if he could hold the fraying tether together with sheer will.

But he couldn’t. Shadow was slipping away and he was locked in a cage.

A broken sob ripped free, then another, until his body shook violently against the cot. He started sobbing into the thin blanket until his throat was raw and his heart felt like it was tearing in half.

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After several long hours, the cell door finally creaked open. A massive crocodile filled the frame, his shadow stretching across the floor.

“On your feet,” Vector rumbled, voice low and gravelly. He hauled Sonic up with one clawed hand and guided him down the dim hall. “You’re headed for medical. Best behave for our medic, any funny business, and you’ll regret it. Got it?”

Sonic gave a stiff nod, cuffed hands shifting against the restraints as he was led into a sterile, whitewashed room that smelled faintly of disinfectant and metal. Vector pushed him onto an examination table, then leaned against the door with his arms crossed, his bulk making it clear the exit was no option.

A tan rabbit entered, her gentle presence almost jarring against the harshness of the place. She was composed, professional, and wore a kind smile that almost soothed the knot in his chest.

“Hello,” she said, her voice warm. “My name is Vanilla. I’ll be handling your physical today. Let’s start with your name?”

“Sonic,” he muttered.

“Nice to meet you, Sonic.” She smiled, though her eyes remained observant. She measured his height and weight, writing quickly on her clipboard.

“Any known allergies?” she asked.

“Not to my knowledge.” Sonic’s legs swung lightly from the edge of the table, the cuffs clinking faintly.

“Do you take any medications?”

“No.”

“Any history of illness? Heart problems? Breathing trouble? Injuries that haven’t fully healed?”

He shook his head, though his fingers twitched anxiously against the metal restraints.

Vanilla tilted her head. “Do you smoke, drink, or use any substances?”

“No.”

“Good. How’s your appetite been? Any nausea, vomiting, or changes in weight recently?”

Sonic shrugged. “Not really. Haven’t felt like eating...” He trailed off, eyes suddenly distant.

Her pen hovered again, ears twitching. She softened her tone as she moved to the next set of questions. “Your secondary gender is Omega, correct? Are you pregnant, or when was your last heat?”

Sonic swallowed hard. “I… don’t think so. I started to go into heat yesterday, even though I already had one. But now… it’s gone. No symptoms at all.” His voice wavered, the cuffs rattling faintly as he shifted. Was this because of his fated mate? Was that even supposed to happen?

Vanilla paused in her notes, lifting her eyes to study him more closely. “Sweetheart… heats don’t just start and stop. That isn’t normal. We’ll need to run additional tests.”

The words chilled him. More tests meant every detail of his body combed through. Vanilla worked quickly, drawing vials of blood with steady hands, asking him for a urine sample, listening to his heart and lungs with a stethoscope, checking his reflexes and blood pressure with practiced precision. Sonic complied silently, his thoughts racing faster than his pulse.

And then he remembered. The vials Doom had forced on them. The memory hit like ice water, the knot in his stomach tightening until it was hard to breathe.

Vanilla finished labeling the samples, her expression unreadable as she gave him a small, practiced smile. “Thank you for your cooperation, Sonic. We’ll send these to the lab immediately, and I’ll make sure you’re informed of any results.”

She guided him gently back toward the door. Vector stepped forward without a word, his looming form reasserting itself as he seized Sonic’s arm. The crocodile’s heavy steps echoed down the corridor, the clink of handcuffs a constant reminder of where Sonic was being taken back to.

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Time dragged like molten lead. The first day passed in a haze of exhaustion, Sonic curled up on the thin cot, sobbing quietly into his hands. The weight of heartbreak pressed on him like stone, but worse than that was the loss of freedom. Solitary confinement made it unbearable, just the walls, the bars, the cold cement floor. Being an omega they had to keep him separate but it only managed to enhance his suffering. Every surface reminded him that he was caged, powerless, cut off from the only thing that made life worth living: Shadow.

By the second day, numbness cracked into agitation. He paced the cell restlessly, each hollow step echoing back at him. His hands tugged through his quills, wrists stinging where the cuffs rubbed raw. He couldn’t reach Shadow. Couldn’t even breathe without thinking of him. Every thought ended the same: trapped, alone, broken.

The nights were worse. Curled tightly on the cot, arms locked around himself, he whispered Shadow’s name until his throat was raw. The sound bounced back at him, empty, swallowed by the walls. Every unanswered plea was proof of how abandoned he was.

By the third day, pacing had turned frantic. He replayed every memory of Shadow, every laugh, every touch, every word, until longing curdled into anger. Anger at the world. At himself. At fate for being so cruel. His chest ached, his stomach twisted, and the weight of loss pressed heavier with every hour. The cruelest thought was knowing that even if he broke free of the cell, Shadow might already be gone.

By the fourth day, the silence itself became torture. His body trembled constantly, caught between exhaustion and restlessness that wouldn’t fade. The air felt thick, suffocating, the floor leeching away what little warmth he had. He pressed his forehead to the wall, eyes closed, whispering to the memory of Shadow, pretending he was there beside him. But when he opened his eyes, the emptiness was sharper, almost unbearable.

Sleep offered no mercy. Nightmares dragged him into chains he couldn’t break, Shadow’s voice calling to him from the dark, always out of reach. He woke drenched in sweat, trembling, heart hammering, stomach lurching with nausea. His body ached with a strange, restless hunger, ears twitching, muscles quivering, nerves frayed raw. Withdrawal clawed at him mercilessly, every instinct screaming for touch, scent, bond. He knew Omegas could suffer when torn from their Alphas, but he had never imagined it could strip him down until he felt hollow.

By the fifth day, desperation blurred into collapse. His body ached from pacing, muscles sore, teeth chattering uncontrollably. He could hardly tell where heartbreak ended and physical torment began. Every thought, every breath, every shuddering heartbeat was Shadow. And the fear, the fear that Shadow might move on, forget him, or suffer alone, was unbearable.

Sonic crumpled onto the cot, trembling, sobbing, utterly spent.

All that remained was the torment of solitary confinement and withdrawal. His body burned for Shadow’s presence, his heart ached for his touch, and the emptiness stretched wide as a void. Freedom was gone. Shadow was gone. And Sonic was left hollow, undone, with nothing but longing to devour him whole.

On the sixth day, Sonic woke to warmth against his fur. A gentle caress brushed his cheek, and before he could stop himself, he leaned into it, starved for touch. Blinking blearily, he found Vanilla sitting beside the cot, a folder resting in her lap.

“You seem to be suffering from pheromone withdrawal,” she said softly, still stroking his cheek. “Captivity is especially cruel for mated Omegas. You poor thing… Does your mate know you’re here?”

Sonic’s throat tightened. Tears burned his eyes as he shook his head. No Shadow didn’t know, and maybe he wouldn’t care. “No,” he whispered, pitifully.

Vanilla bit her lip, her gaze flicking from Sonic to the folder and back again. She hesitated, clearly torn. “I… have the results of your tests. A number of concerns were found.”

Sonic rubbed at his eyes, bracing himself. “What is it?”

“Several drugs were identified in your system in small doses,” Vanilla said, her tone careful but firm. “Many of which are illegal and very difficult to obtain. Do you recall drinking or eating anything unusual?”

Sonic frowned, trying to dig through the haze of memory. “Well… there was this weird green injection. But I didn’t go into heat until the next day.”

Vanilla’s brows pinched. “Who administered it? Your mate?” she pressed gently.

Sonic’s gut twisted. “No, it’s… uh… hard to explain.” He shifted on the cot, avoiding her gaze. If he told her about Black Doom and Shadow he risked dragging them into this mess. If the authorities traced it back, Shadow could end up in jail, and even now, even unwanted by Shadow, Sonic still wanted to shield him.

Vanilla’s voice softened, but the words carried weight. “The concerning part is the combination of drugs. Each one has a purpose: a heat inducer, fertility enhancers, heightened pheromone sensitivity, behavioral modifiers…” Her frown deepened, shadows darkening her features. “This cocktail wasn’t random. It was deliberate. Calculated. And it’s dangerous. Some of the substances I couldn’t even identify. Whatever that injection was, it does not have the best intentions. I recommend refraining from its use, as I believe it is the cause of your heightened aggression.”

Sonic’s hand instinctively rubbed the injection site on his thigh, the unease crawling under his skin like fire ants. His throat went dry. “Wait…” His voice cracked, barely more than a whisper. “What’s the other concern?”

Vanilla’s hands fidgeted over the paperwork. She looked almost apologetic. “Your… mate. Are they still in the picture?”

Sonic’s breath caught. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, ears flattening. He didn’t know what Shadow was to him anymore and didn't know if he could answer at all. His eyes filled, and he looked away, sniffling.

Vanilla exhaled softly. “I see… I apologize for asking. But Sonic, due to your test results, there are… protocols. By law, in cases like this, we’re required to notify the Alpha involved.” She tried for a reassuring smile, but it faltered.

Sonic tilted his head in confusion. “Why would you need to contact my Alpha?”

Vanilla reached for his hand, squeezing it gently. “Because, Sonic… you’re pregnant. And as a pregnant Omega, the law demands we inform your Alpha immediately.”

The words struck like a blow. Sonic stared at her in stunned disbelief, his world tilting beneath him.

Sonic’s chest seized, ears shooting up before flattening hard against his skull. His mouth opened, but only a strangled gasp escaped. Pregnant? The word didn’t feel real; it belonged to someone else, some other life.

“N-no… that’s not...but my heat...” he stammered, jerking his hand back from Vanilla’s. His breathing grew shallow, quick, panicked. He pressed a trembling palm to his stomach as though there would be proof, or denial, something to ground him. But it was just his own body, shaking under the weight of the truth.

“Looking at your bloodwork the heat from the night of your incarceration was due to the serum and was only symptomatic.” Vanilla gently put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

His pulse thundered. Pregnant. The word echoed mercilessly, louder each time. What did he expect? They had been fucking like rabbits without any protection. What would Shadow say? What if he rejected him? What if he walked away? Oh wait, he already did. The thought hollowed him, pulling panic up through his chest until it choked him.

Vanilla leaned in, steady but gentle, her hand rubbing small circles. She let him breathe, let him shake, before she spoke. “Sonic… I don’t want to frighten you, but I am legally bound to follow through with certain protocols.”

His glassy eyes snapped to hers, wide and pleading.

“As I said because you’re pregnant,” she continued softly, “the authorities are required to contact your Alpha. If the Alpha isn’t tied to the crime, the law often allows for the Omega to be released into their care instead of remaining in confinement. If not…” She hesitated, her voice faltering. “You’d likely be transferred to an Omega center, until your trial or your bail is posted.”

Sonic’s face twisted in horror. “An Omega center?”

Vanilla nodded, her regret clear. “I understand that it is not ideal, however it has your best interest in mind, And if your Alpha steps forward-”

“He doesn’t even know!” Sonic’s voice cracked. His body shook as panic flooded through him. “He doesn’t know and… what if he doesn’t want me? What if he doesn’t want this?” His chest heaved with the weight of it, words breaking as fast as they came. He didn't even know if Shadow wanted kids. They didn’t even discuss it after the Black Doom situation. 

His pupils narrowed. Oh no. He was pregnant, pregnant with Shadow’s child and it was exactly what Black Doom had wanted. The realization crashed into him like ice water. Would Black Doom come after them now? How could he protect himself, let alone an unborn child? Black Doom wasn’t just a threat; he was a crime boss cloaked in the skin of a respectable businessman, with connections buried deep in every corner of the city. Who knew how far his reach extended or how quickly he would strike once he found out?

Vanilla took his hand carefully, grounding him with the warmth of her touch. “Then we’ll face that moment together when it comes. For now, what matters is keeping you safe, calm, and cared for. Whatever his decision, whatever the courts decide, you are still Sonic. You still matter.”

His ears drooped, throat too tight for words. But the reassurance, fragile as it was, sank into him like a lifeline. “No...I am just some omega to be discarded”

Vanilla managed to force a small, comforting smile. “I know it feels like your choices are slipping away. But you are not just the law’s property. You’re someone’s child, someone’s friend. You’re worth protecting. Until the next step is clear, I’ll stay right here with you.”

Sonic looked back at Vanillia, she really was doing her best to comfort him, either she was an amazing actress or she actually did care. He leaned forward into her welcoming embrace as she pet his head. 

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Vanilla kept her word, visiting the devastated hedgehog as often as she could.

Days crawled by, and though the worst of Sonic’s pheromone withdrawals had eased, the craving for touch and warmth never left. He couldn’t tell if it was heartbreak or his omega instincts fraying under too much stress but the emptiness gnawed at him all the same.

Vanilla updated him constantly on their progress to reach Shadow. But every report left Sonic emptier: no police record, no address, no registration. It was as if Shadow had been erased from existence.

Sonic finally gave them the address of Gemstone Remedies, hoping they could leave a message or reach Rouge. Currently he was seated in a cramped office with Vanilla and Espio, drafting the notification letter, when the door creaked open.

“There’s a summons for Sonic’s release,” Vector announced, waving a sheet of paper like it was good news.

“That can’t be,” Vanilla frowned, taking it from him. “We haven’t even sent the notice.”

Espio leaned over her shoulder, scanning the lines. His brow furrowed deeper with every word. “This isn’t a standard release notice. It’s a signed order from a judge, house arrest for the charges? Without trial?” His eyes narrowed as they cut to Sonic. “That’s not normal procedure. Just who is your Alpha?”

Sonic’s ears flattened, his stomach lurching. Shadow? Could he have somehow…? But no. The timeline didn’t make sense. And if it wasn’t Shadow, then who? His mind sifted through names he’d rather never think of, and every one sent a shiver down his spine.

“They’re waiting,” Vector went on cheerfully, clapping Sonic’s shoulder like he’d won a prize. “You can grab your stuff and go. Once you’re at your Alpha’s place, they’ll fit you with an ankle monitor. Lucky you, home sweet home.”

Sonic’s chest tightened. Home? The word felt like a noose.

“Wait.” Espio slid the paper from Vanilla’s hands, his voice sharpening. “What do you mean ‘they’re waiting’? Someone’s here already?”

“Yeah.” Vector nodded, oblivious to the tension climbing the room. “The guy said he was eager to get his Omega home. Seemed pretty intense about it, too.”

Vanilla tried to ease Sonic’s fear, placing a gentle hand on his arm. “See? Your Alpha does care. You were so worried, but this must have taken so much work to arrange.”

Espio said nothing at first, his stomach twisting tighter with every line his eyes traced. It didn’t add up. Too clean, too quick. And then his gaze snagged on the name at the bottom of the order.

His blood turned to ice. He knew that name. Everyone in the underworld knew it. Always circling every crime but never caught, always untouchable, always walking free. 

“You’re being released to…” His voice faltered, the words sticking like thorns in his throat. “…Black Doom. Your father-in-law.”

Vanilla gasped, her hand flying to her mouth.

Sonic’s breath shattered in his lungs, his body went rigid. Then the horror sank in, ripping through him like claws. “No… no, no, no, you can’t let him take me! Please you can’t! I can’t go with him!” His voice broke into a desperate cry, body curling in on itself, ears flat, chest heaving as panic took hold.

Espio’s jaw clenched as he looked from Sonic back at the paper. The order was airtight. Foolproof. More than that, it was deliberate. Black Doom had moved faster than they ever could. Involving a judge which normally took months. The trap had been set long before Sonic ever realized he’d stepped inside it.

Espio finally forced out the words, each one tasting like ash. “We don’t… have a choice.”

Sonic’s sobs broke loose, raw and jagged, filling the room like a wound laid bare. He shook against Vanilla’s arms, clutching at her sleeve as though she could hold back the tide. His pleas stumbled over themselves, breathless, panicked. “Please, don’t let him take me, please, not him.”

Vanilla rocked him gently, whispering empty comforts, her own face pale with worry. She smoothed her hand over his quills, shushing him softly, but her eyes drifted to Espio.

The chameleon stood frozen, the release order still clutched tight in his hand, his expression hard to read. But the longer Sonic cried, the sharper his unease grew. The papers felt wrong. Too fast, too convenient. The kind of strings that only someone with power and the will to abuse it could pull.

Vanilla’s hand lingered on Sonic’s back as she met Espio’s gaze over the hedgehog’s trembling shoulders. No words passed between them, but the dread was mutual, heavy as a stone. Whatever law said, whatever court had stamped that name, they both knew one thing for certain.

Sonic wasn’t going home. He was being delivered.

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Black Doom sat poised in the lobby, hands folded neatly in his lap. The air around him seemed to sour with his presence, yet he smiled as though this were a family reunion instead of a transaction. That smile only widened when Sonic was led out in cuffs, his every step heavy with dread.

“My poor son-in-law,” Black Doom purred, voice syrupy with mock sympathy. “How terrified you must have been, spending all those cold nights in such a place. But fear not. Now that you are carrying my grandchild, I’ve prepared a splendid nest for you at home.”

Sonic froze, every muscle locking tight. The words hit him like ice water in his veins. His instincts screamed run, but the walls pressed close, the cuffs biting cruelly into his wrists. He flicked his gaze toward Espio, clutching the release paperwork. Even Espio’s sharp composure had cracked; his stance was tense, his expression grim.

“Sir,” Espio began carefully, each word measured. “House arrest under family custody requires-”

Black Doom’s gaze flicked to him, red eyes glowing faintly, and the words died in Espio’s throat. That smile never wavered, but its weight was suffocating, predatory.

“I’ve already ensured the details are in order,” Doom said smoothly. “The judge was most… understanding. After all, no one cares more for an Omega’s well-being than his family. Surely you agree?”

Vanilla’s hand gripped Sonic’s shoulder tighter, her soft touch trembling with helplessness. Sonic’s heart pounded. He could hear it in his ears, could feel it burning up his throat, the invisible leash tightening around his neck.

Black Doom rose with calm, fluid grace, extending a hand as though offering kindness. “Come now, little one. You belong with us. With me.”

Sonic’s feet refused to move. His chest caved with another sob, every fiber of him screaming that stepping forward meant losing everything. “Staying here would be better than going with you,” 

Black Doom’s smile didn’t falter, if anything, it sharpened, curving into something serpentine. “Oh, silly Omega,” he crooned, voice smooth and venomous. “So quick to be hysterical under stress. But worry not. The officers have already informed me of the precautions for your condition. You are to be sedated, to ensure safe travel for you and the pups.”

Sonic’s heart lurched. His blood ran cold. “W-What?! Sedated?!” His voice cracked, panic flaring sharp in his chest.

Before he could bolt, a sharp sting lanced his arm. His head snapped to the side, catching the glint of a syringe just as it was withdrawn by a white platypus with a smug, calculated smile. How long had he been there?

Dr. Starline’s glasses flashed under the fluorescent lights as he tapped the empty needle, his voice lilting with false cheer. “Now, now. No need for theatrics, dear hedgehog. This is for your safety, and the child’s. A little nap before your new life begins.”

The world tilted, Sonic’s knees buckling as the sedative flooded his system. He tried to wrench away, to fight, but his limbs grew heavier with each passing heartbeat. His vision blurred, Doom’s towering silhouette bending closer, blotting out the light above.

“Rest, little Omega,” Doom whispered, cradling his chin with unnatural gentleness. “When you wake, you’ll already be home.”

The last thing Sonic saw before darkness claimed him was Espio’s hand twitching toward his weapon, too slow, too hesitant and Vanilla’s horrified face as she reached out, powerless to stop it.

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When Sonic finally stirred, it was with a sharp gasp, his chest aching as though he’d been holding his breath for hours. His limbs were sluggish, weighed down by the remnants of the sedative. The air clung to him lavish, perfumed, and yet wrong.

He blinked through the haze, vision swimming until the room took shape: crimson drapes, dark silks, cushions piled into a decadent nest. His stomach turned. This wasn’t a sanctuary. It was a prison dressed in velvet.

The resemblance to Shadow’s space was unmistakable, too precise to be chance. His throat tightened. Doom had crafted this deliberately. A mockery. A taunt.

And then the scent hit him.

Lavender. Coffee. Shadow.

Sonic’s lungs seized. His entire body trembled as the fragrance wrapped around him like chains. His Omega instincts purred, urging him to sink into the comfort, to let the ache in his chest dissolve into that familiar warmth. But his mind recoiled in horror. No. This wasn’t Shadow. This was poison, engineered to keep him compliant, tethered to a lie.

He buried his face in the cushions, curling tight as if he could hide from it. A whimper slipped out despite his best efforts, muffled into the silks. It smelled so good, so much like his Alpha.

And then the shadow fell across him.

“Awake at last,” Black Doom’s voice slithered through the dim room, rich with amusement. “I was beginning to worry the sedatives had been too strong.”

Sonic froze, every muscle coiled.

Doom stepped forward, the dim light catching in his crimson eyes, sharp with triumph. “You see?” he purred, gesturing to the nest as though it were a masterpiece. “A home fit for my son’s mate, and for the Alpha heir you now carry.”

Sonic’s hand clutched his stomach instinctively, his breath coming shallow. The word heir struck like a brand, burning deeper than fire, and the velvet prison around him seemed to close in tighter with every second.

“I-I’m not your family,” he rasped, voice hoarse with fear.

Doom’s smile spread wider, a predator savoring his prey’s panic. “But you are,” he crooned. “By law. By blood. I have made certain of it.”

“No… this is wrong,” Sonic whispered, stomach twisting violently. Every instinct screamed for him to sink into the warmth, to drown in the lavender and coffee that whispered Shadow. But his mind recoiled in horror because this wasn’t Shadow. This was a trap. A lie. He wrapped his arms around himself, clawing at his flesh, as if he could remind his body of the truth: Shadow wasn’t here. The scent was a weapon, turned against him.

“You’ll adjust,” Doom promised smoothly, each step forward measured, deliberate. Each step echoed in his ears, the sound a reminder of how little control Sonic had. “Resistance is expected at first. But soon… you’ll understand. Here you are safe. Here your child will grow strong. What need have you for an...absent mate? He abandoned you, didn't he? This is your life now.”

Sonic’s eyes darted across the nest crimson drapes, dark silks, a parody of comfort. Panic tangled with shame, with a sick, treacherous yearning that made his chest ache. His claws sank into velvet, his heart hammering so hard it hurt. His voice cracked when he whispered, “No… this isn’t home. This isn’t real. I want Shadow. I need to leave-”

Doom’s shadow fell over him. A hand, massive and cold, cupped his cheek. Sonic stiffened, but his body betrayed him, the warmth, the scent, the subtle pressure of Doom’s touch unraveled him. His instincts purred, desperate, and before he could stop himself he nuzzled against the palm, seeking comfort he hated himself for craving.

The realization snapped through him like lightning. His last shred of will flared bright and desperate. With a snarl, Sonic jerked forward, teeth bared, aiming to sink them into Doom’s hand.

Doom withdrew just in time, amusement darkening his crimson gaze. His chuckle was low, dangerous, triumphant. “Fight it all you like, little Omega. Hate me if you must. But hate does not change truth.”

He leaned close, his voice a razor whisper at Sonic’s ear.

“This is your reality. Welcome home.”

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Chapter Text

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Shadow’s eyes snapped open with a low, guttural growl. Bloodshot and stinging, despite sleeping for days. He had managed to get into his bunker but collapsed. His wings slowly unfurled from around his body, the leathery stretch dragging across the bed as his claws dug into his scalp. The bond had been faint but relentless, an undercurrent of fear and pain humming against his chest, gnawing at him with every breath.

He told himself it had to be the Mating bond tearing apart, breaking. But how long would that take? Was he cursed to feel this forever, nerves raw and cut, pain bleeding into his bones with no end? His thoughts spiraled to the blue hedgehog, his grin, that radiant light, eclipsed by the haunted, broken expression the last time Shadow saw him. The memory made him hiss, body trembling, tail lashing violently.

A faint sound snapped him from his torment: the steady clink of boots on the ladder above. His ears swiveled sharply, his jaw tight as the sound drew closer until Rouge emerged from the entrance of the reinforced room, or what she called sex dungeon.

A sturdy chamber of cement and velvet padding. A wide bed in the center, with an en suite bath gleaming in the corner, luxuries crafted for indulgence, but built with Shadow’s relentless ruts in mind. It just happened to be underneath a sex store.

She stood, hands on her hips, sharp gaze softening only slightly. “Shadow,” she said, her voice steady but edged with concern. “How long are you going to brood down here? You’re not even in rut, and you just disappear for days?”

His answering growl rumbled low, vibrating through the walls like distant thunder.

“We could use your help, you know,” she pressed, folding her arms across her chest. “With both you and Blue vanishing, we’re stretched thin.” She stepped forward and gave one of the bed’s massive posts a light kick, as if to jar him from his sulk. “Do you even know where he went?”

Shadow’s wings unfurled in a snap, peeling back as he sat upright. His tail lashed the ground, agitation radiating from every line of him. “No,” he snarled, venom lacing each syllable. “He is with his so-called Fated Mate.”

Rouge’s posture faltered. Her lips parted in a quiet breath, sharpness giving way to worry. “Oh, Shadow…”

She crossed the space without hesitation, lowering herself beside him. Her arms slipped around his frame, pulling him firmly against her chest. At first he resisted, rigid as stone, but Rouge’s grip only tightened, her wings curving around them both like a shield offering the comfort he refused to seek anywhere else.

“When did this happen? Is that why you both vanished?” she asked softly.

Shadow’s claws dug into his knees, shredding fabric beneath their points. Still, the trembling wouldn’t stop. The bond thrummed inside him like barbed wire wrapped tight around his heart, every pulse dragging him back to Sonic his smile, his absence, his pain. His breathing hitched, shallow and uneven.

“Days ago...his fated mate appeared,” Shadow rasped. “I couldn’t… I couldn’t keep ruining his life. Not when I feel myself unraveling more every day.”

Rouge’s eyes flicked to his hands, to the sharp curve of claws that hadn’t retracted in days. “I noticed. Even your more… extreme features haven’t reverted.” She brushed her fingers lightly over the jagged talons.

“I can feel Doom in my thoughts.” His third eye twitched, locking on her with a faint glow, proof of the corruption gnawing at him.

Rouge only held him tighter, her hand rubbing slow, steady circles between his shoulder blades. “Shhh,” she soothed, voice softer than he’d heard in years. “Don’t fight me. Just… let yourself rest for once.”

For a long, tense moment, Shadow stayed rigid in her arms, every instinct screaming to pull away before the cracks split him apart completely. But bit by bit, the fight drained from him. His shoulders sagged, wings drooping like broken sails. At last, he let his weight sink into Rouge’s embrace, his head falling against her shoulder, his chest heaving in ragged, uneven breaths.

“Let's get out of this dungeon and Ill make you some coffee” Rouge smiled

“It's not a dungeon” Shadow bit with no real bite.

They climbed the ladder out of the reinforced room, Rouge stayed close, never straying far as a sort of comfort. Shadow’s wings hung low, dragging like lead, but she guided him forward with a steady patience.

When they reached the top, she led him to the kitchen and pushed him gently into a chair, moving with a kind of brisk tenderness as she set about making coffee. Shadow sat hunched, claws tapping a restless staccato against the table. His third eye darted, restless, haunted.

Rouge slid a mug in front of him and leaned on the counter, her sharp gaze soft but unyielding. “You know what I think?”

Shadow’s ears twitched, but he didn’t look up.

“I think you’ve been so busy tearing yourself apart, convincing yourself you’re the villain in his life, that you haven’t stopped to consider what Blue might actually want. You keep saying you’re ruining him. But bonds don’t lie, Shadow. If you can still feel him this strongly, then maybe, just maybe, he wants you just as much as you want him.”

His claws stilled. Slowly, his eyes rose, crimson and fractured, searching her face as if she were speaking a language he’d forgotten.

Rouge held his gaze, unwavering. “You don’t get to decide for him. That’s not protection, that’s fear. And fear is Doom’s weapon, not yours.”

The name landed like a blow. His jaw clenched, wings twitching. “I can feel him,” Shadow admitted in a low, broken rasp. “He’s terrified. Every moment. And I- ” His hands balled into fists against the table. “I am the cause”

Rouge crouched at his side, placing a steadying hand over his trembling fists. “I don't believe that. You have been gone for days. He is probably upset you haven't come back to him. He might be out looking for you, he never came back that night either, but you need to stop running from him and from yourself.”

Her thumb brushed over his knuckles, her voice dropping to a fierce whisper. “He doesn’t need some stranger claiming him. He needs you. The Alpha he chose. The one who can actually feel what he’s going through. That’s not something fate tosses around lightly.”

For a moment, Shadow couldn’t breathe. Rouge’s words cracked through the shell he’d built around his rage and grief, striking something raw, fragile, a spark he thought long dead. He tried to crush it. Tried to bury it. But it lingered, clinging stubbornly, refusing to die.

Rouge saw it flicker in his eyes and gave him a knowing smile. “See? You feel it too. You just don’t want to admit it.”

He snapped his head away, but his silence screamed louder than any denial.

“Wait.” His voice cut sharp, cold enough to freeze the air. His ears twitched, rigid. “What do you mean he never came back? He didn’t go back into the club?”

Rouge stirred her coffee, unflinching. “You both disappeared. I haven’t seen him since that night.”

Shadow’s chest constricted. “Fuck… FUCK.” His claws dug into his scalp, tearing at his fur until beads of blood slicked his fingers. “He was in heat-” the words cracked, teeth grinding so hard his jaw ached “and I...Chaos, I thought he’d just go back.”

He lurched to his feet, pacing, every step jagged, restless. “He didn’t run off with that pompous bastard. He just… ran?.” He froze, claws ripping free of his skull, eyes flaring red as they locked on Rouge. “So where the hell is he?!”

Rouge rose smoothly, wings folding back as she tried to anchor the storm before her. Shadow really did seem to be more aggressive lately. She needed to remind him to take a dose of suppressants when they got back. “Relax. Drink your coffee, handsome. Then we’ll find him. He’s clever. He’s tougher than you think. He’s fine.” 

Shadow’s breath sawed in and out, claws trembling as they dug into the porcelain mug. He lowered his head, but nothing could hide the fire burning there. The weight in his chest twisted no longer despair alone.

Something else throbbed beneath the grief. Hotter. Hungrier. More dangerous. It pulsed through him with every heartbeat, a feral, relentless promise.

He wasn’t going to just *find* Sonic.

He was going to hunt him.

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The first few days were a waking nightmare. Sonic tried every possible escape, every desperate plan, but the high-rise that housed Black Doom’s headquarters was impenetrable, or at least it felt like it. The massive windows didn’t open, vents were too small, the doors constantly monitored, and guards patrolled every hallway. A radio-frequency anklet snug around his leg “required by the court” tethered him even more securely though in truth, the judge was on Doom’s payroll, and the feed just went directly to the security office of the Black Arms. Freedom was gone, replaced with constant observation.

Black Doom’s attention was suffocating. Not only were his pheromones always overbearing to keel Sonic docile, he moved through the space like a proud father, fussing over him, inspecting him as if the Omega were a rare possession. Every so often, his hand would drift toward Sonic’s stomach, curiosity or control masked as care, and each time Sonic recoiled fiercely, teeth bared, heart hammering in panic.

After a particularly brazen escape attempt, Doom appointed Eclipse to watch over him. The darkling took his orders with precision, tormenting Sonic at every opportunity, testing his limits, a shadow of menace that forced Sonic to tread carefully. He spent more time avoiding the darkling than doing anything else, hiding in corners, or reluctantly enduring Doom’s presence just to escape Eclipse’s constant eyes and terror.

Doom’s control extended even to Sonic’s clothing. He provided outfits designed specifically for Omegas, tight, form-fitting garments that accentuated his growing body, highlighting the very small yet present swell of his stomach, the curve of his hips. Sonic couldn't really tell there was a bump there but Doom made it a point to tell him he could. 

Today's ensemble, a soft cream tunic, cinched beneath his chest and flowing gently over his belly, paired with leggings that hugged every line of his legs. The outfit made him feel both exposed and scrutinized despite wearing worse at the brothel.

The only small mercies were few but treasured. Doom allowed Sonic to keep the collar Shadow had given him, a reminder of something that still belonged to him. He also indulged him with nearly anything he requested in terms of cravings or entertainment. It was maddening: an Iron fist crushing him, yet a silver hand offering indulgences, a calculated balance of control and appeasement that left Sonic restless, panicked, and perpetually on edge. It was an uneasy feeling as if fattening a pig before the slaughter.

Every day blurred together, desperate, lonely, and trapped, Sonic felt the weight of his new life pressing down, a cage gilded with Doom’s perverse “care,” leaving him to struggle with his body, his instincts, and the pangs of heartbreak he could not escape. He started losing track of how much time had passed. He really was at the mercy of the black arms.

Sonic shifted uncomfortably in Black Doom’s lap. The overlord's pheromones practically had him whimpering with submission, overpowering his senses. His back was pressed against the alien’s solid frame, the other’s hand tracing slow, deliberate circles over the soft fur of his stomach. The touch was intimate, probing, not comforting, but possessive. The faint swell of his stomach drew Doom’s attention, his fingers lingering over the subtle curve with a slow, almost sadistic precision.

Sonic’s Omega instincts flared uncontrollably at the touch, every nerve alight with the attention of an Alpha, adoring his developing pups. His rational mind recoiled, frustrated and embarrassed at how quickly his body betrayed him these days, responding before he could think. It was normal for pregnant omegas to crave touch and attention especially from their Alpha. More so Alphas would desire to give attention to such omegas. He glanced up at the mob boss knowing full well Doom enjoyed the internal struggle that these petting sessions instilled in the blue hedgehog. 

“Please…” Sonic’s voice was fragile, almost breaking. His ears flattened as he lowered his gaze. “Can I… can I call Shadow? Just once? To tell him?” The words slipped out trembling. He ached for the ebony hedgehog, for his Alpha’s voice, his grounding presence. 

Black Doom’s crimson eyes gleamed, his hand still stroking Sonic’s stomach with deliberate, possessive slowness. “Call your Alpha?” he repeated, mockery curling in each syllable. His other hand traced the curve of Sonic’s hip, deliberate and slow. “Why would you crave him when you have me?” A cruel smile twisted his lips, savoring the panic flaring in the Omega. “No, little one. That Alpha has no claim here. You belong to me now.”

Sonic’s chest constricted, panic clawing at his throat. He couldn't help his repulsed expression. “B-but I just-”

“Shadow knew the terms,” Doom interrupted, voice hardening like steel. “He sired my heir. That was the agreement. He understood his place ended there. He wanted nothing further to do with the Black Arms, and I intend to uphold my end of it. Besides he fully intended to let you rot in jail while pregnant? Forget him.” He leaned forward slightly, fingers brushing once more across Sonic’s stomach, slow and deliberate. “I will look after you and your growing pups therefore you shall belong to me” 

Sonic swallowed hard, his heart hammering, helpless to the possessive weight in Doom’s words.

“You are not to contact him. Ever,” Doom continued, voice sharp, unyielding. “Any attempt will be met with punishment.” Then, with a patronizing coo, his tone softened. “Now… be a good, Omega. Eat something. My heir must grow strong, and I have meetings to attend.”

The dismissal stung like fire. Sonic’s body ached with frustration, a mixture of fear and longing twisting in his chest as he forced himself to his feet and left the office. Why couldn't he at least tell Shadow? Deep inside he was hoping the ebony hedgehog still liked him just a little, enough to keep him from rotting in this hell.

The door clicked shut behind him and immediately, the oppressive air shifted. Eclipse was waiting, lounging against the wall with arms crossed, eyes gleaming like a predator savoring the moment. His grin spread wider as Sonic stepped into view. “Perfect timing,” he purred. “I’ve been itching for a little playdate.”

Sonic’s ears pressed flat, his stomach knotting. He shook his head, clearing Doom's pheromones from his senses. “Can you just… fucking not,” he muttered bitterly, too drained to fight.

Eclipse waited until Doom’s door sealed shut, the heavy lock clicking into place, before pushing off the wall. His steps were deliberate, predatory, as he closed the distance. His voice dropped to a whisper, low and venomous. “I could let you call your Alpha. Imagine it… Shadow’s voice in your ear.”

Sonic’s breath caught, a fragile flicker of hope sparking in his chest. “Why would you-”

“Imagine how sweet it would sound,” Eclipse cut him off, lips twisting into a feral grin. “Him listening while you whimper. Bet it’d break him in two.”

Sonic’s ears flattened, a frustrated growl escaping him. He hated himself for even considering it. “What would I have to do?” 

Eclipse leaned in, his lips brushing the curve of Sonic’s ear. “On your knees. Show me what Omegas are made for. Beg pretty enough, and maybe I’ll even let him hear it.”

Disgust curled across Sonic’s face. He shoved past Eclipse with a snarl, fire in his voice. “Hell no. Find another victim.”

“Suit yourself, we can play a different game.”

Eclipse’s hand shot out, faster than Sonic could dodge, iron-strong fingers clamping around his arm. The yank was so vicious his shoulder popped, pain lancing through him. Then came the sharp crack of knuckles against his cheek.

Sonic staggered, a ragged cry ripping from his throat as his vision swam. Heat bloomed across his cheek, spreading up into his eye until it throbbed with every pulse of his heart. His knees buckled, and he caught himself against the wall, clutching his face with one trembling hand. Copper coated his tongue where his teeth had cut into the inside of his cheek.

But instead of silence, instead of caving, he barked out a laugh low, bitter, sharp. His chest heaved as he spat blood onto the floor between them. “That all you got? You don't have the pheromones to keep me docile”

Eclipse’s eyes narrowed, the cruel grin twitching wider at the corners, red fury igniting behind it.

Sonic straightened, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His quills bristled, his glare sharp enough to cut. “Newsflash: I’m not your damn toy, and I sure as hell won’t roll over for you. So go ahead, swing again. See if it shuts me up.”

Eclipse leaned in until his breath fanned Sonic’s ear, eyes blazing with sadistic glee. His claws dragged slow, deliberate lines along Sonic’s bruised jaw, stinging the tender flesh. “You’ve got a smart mouth for someone on his knees,” he hissed. “Keep running it. I'll wear you down.”

Sonic bared his teeth, defiant even with his body trembling. “You don't know me, I am not quiet and I don't slow down.”

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Eclipse’s cruelty had turned Sonic into his favored punching bag. He never left visible marks; he was far too careful for that. No, he went for the joints, the soft tissue, the angles of leverage that made every movement a torment.

Sonic was face down on the floor now, chest pressed to the cold marble, Eclipse’s boot digging between his shoulder blades and back quills. His arm was twisted back at such a savage angle that every tug sent fire lancing through him.

“Go on,” Eclipse taunted, his voice a low growl in Sonic’s ear. “Call for your Alpha. For my father. Scream for someone who will never come.”

Sonic’s voice shook with strain, but he spat back anyway. “Has anyone… ngh… told you… you have anger issues?”

Eclipse chuckled, dark and manic, and wrenched his arm until Sonic gasped. “Anger? No. This is clarity. You’ll see it soon, you’re nothing but a vessel. A fuckhole. A womb. That’s all you’ll ever be.”

Sonic glared through the haze of pain. “That why...you’re upset? Again? Because Doom values me...more than you?...how many times...must we have this conversation.”

That sent Eclipse spiraling. He yanked Sonic up by the arm and slammed him back down, his voice rising to a roar. “Shut up! You think his ‘value’ means anything? He keeps you because you’re useful! That’s it!” His boot crushed down harder. 

Sonic’s chest heaved as he fought back another sound of pain. He wanted to spit something sharp, but his throat was tight with the strain of holding it in.

Eclipse leaned close. His voice turned low, intimate, vile. “Beg. Just once. Let me hear you whimper for help. Prove to me you’re nothing but a crying little Omega waiting to be saved.”

Sonic’s silence was his only rebellion, his teeth gritted hard enough to hurt.

Eclipse grinned, savoring it. “Then I’ll break you until you beg. And I’ll enjoy every second of it.” He twisted the arm again, sharp and merciless, waiting for the scream to tear loose.

Sonic’s breath hitched raggedly, every nerve in his arm screaming white-hot. He clamped his jaw shut until it hurt, refusing to let the sound escape. But Eclipse twisted harder, and this time a strangled cry broke loose, raw and guttural.

Eclipse froze, savoring it, then laughed low and sharp. “There it is… the real you. No jokes, no smart mouth. Just a pathetic little noise.” He pressed his boot harder between Sonic’s shoulder blades, grinding him further into the floor.

“Why...why do you do it? Ngh...you serve him...like a dog...for what” Tears welled at the corners of Sonic’s eyes, blurring the cold floor beneath him. They fell hot and fast, streaking his muzzle as his body trembled under Eclipse’s weight. 

“Trying to figure me out?” Eclipse hissed, kneeling down so his knee replaced his boot in order to get closer, his lips ghosting Sonic’s ear like a lover’s touch. His breath was hot, heavy, almost fevered. “One day my loyalty will be rewarded. That day you better hope that I don’t find you.”

He wrenched Sonic’s arm again, harder, sharp enough to make the joint strain and pop. The sob that broke from Sonic’s throat was raw, unwilling, and Eclipse shuddered with pleasure at the sound. His lips twisted into a grin, fangs glinting.

“Oh… that’s it,” he whispered, leaning closer, his voice low and hungry. “That’s the sound. Don’t hide it from me. Don't pretend to be something you aren't.”

Sonic pressed his face against the marble, choking the noise down, but his tears betrayed him hot trails soaking into the stone beneath. His body trembled, every breath sharp and uneven. His voice cracked when he spat through clenched teeth: “You're the one...pretending…”

That flicker of defiance only stoked Eclipse’s hunger. He released Sonic’s arm, only to stand, and slam his boot savagely into his ribs. The crack of impact echoed, and Sonic screamed, a guttural, broken sound that made Eclipse’s pulse thrum with arousal.

“Mmm…” Eclipse lingered over the noise, closing his eyes as if savoring a taste. “You have no idea how sweet you sound like this. Every cry, every whimper, It’s better than sex. Makes me hard just listening.”

Sonic whimpered, curling slightly as his body trembled with the raw sting of the blow. He squeezed his thighs together worried about just exactly what was going through the darklings mind.

Eclipse crouched low, claws tilting Sonic’s chin up with deliberate cruelty. He studied every detail the tremor in Sonic’s lips, the wetness streaking his lashes, the furious blush that betrayed him. His grin split wider, feral and dark, lust curling at the edges of his cruelty. “Pathetic little thing…” he purred. “And yet you make me ache. Look at you crying, trembling, still so pretty like this.”

Sonic let out another broken sob, strangled as he pressed his lips shut tight, as if he could hold the sound hostage. His chest heaved, breath shuddering, ears pinned back in defiance. 

It was only then that the pointed sound of a throat clearing cut through the haze, sharp as a blade.

“It is unwise to take your frustrations out on your father’s current… fascination.”

Eclipse’s head snapped toward the doorway, lips curling. A white platypus stood there, calm, composed, arms folded behind his back. His eyes glinted with cool judgment.

Heat still burned in Eclipse’s chest, his arousal thrumming with the thrill of domination. Slowly, deliberately, he pulled away, standing up and folding his arms over his chest.

“Don’t give me your unsolicited advice, doctor,” he spat, though his gaze lingered hungrily on Sonic, sprawled in tears across the marble, his body trembling, his spirit still unbroken.

“You would be smart to take it. Do you truly wish to experience your father’s wrath when he finds out this is how you treat the vessel of the heir of Doom Corp?” the platypus asked, his voice smooth, calculated.

“Don’t say that…” Eclipse’s quills bristled, his lips peeling back in a snarl. “I’ll be the heir. You’ll see.”

Starline adjusted his glasses, utterly unbothered by the darkling’s fury. “You better hope this child isn’t an Alpha. If it is, your fate is sealed. Doom will not waste his legacy on a tantrum-prone failure of a Beta.”

Eclipse’s growl rumbled, but Starline ignored him, stepping past to where Sonic lay crumpled. With brisk efficiency, he lifted the hedgehog up as though he weighed nothing. “I’m taking your plaything for testing. Try not to have another tantrum while I work.”

“Fuck off, you overpaid psycho,” Eclipse spat, wings twitching with rage.

Starline’s smirk glinted, sharp and condescending. “Spoken like a child who knows he’s already lost.” With that, he swept out of the room, carrying Sonic down cold, echoing halls.

The hedgehog’s body thrummed with pain, his ribs screaming with each ragged breath. The sterile, metallic air of the lab made him shiver, it was too bright, too clinical, nothing like Vanilla’s soft hands and gentle murmurs. At least she had been kind.

Starline set him unceremoniously on a steel table. He washed his hands with ritualistic precision, pulled on gloves, and began laying out instruments.

Sonic hissed, curling his arm over his ribs as the doctor hooked an IV into his vein. “You always this charming, doc?”

“This should help with the pain and accelerate healing,” Starline said smoothly, as if Sonic hadn’t spoken. “I cannot protect you from Doom’s bitter little beta, but I can keep you alive. I am to be tending to you as your primary physician going forward.”

Sonic groaned, dragging a sleeve across his wet face. “Yeah, great. Another creep with needles.”

“Needles, yes,” Starline agreed, almost cheerfully, “but not a creep. I have no interest in… petty domination games. I am interested in results. And survival. Yours, specifically.”

Sonic’s eyes narrowed, voice rasping. “Why bother? You’re working for the same guy who let me get tossed around in there like a chew toy.”

Starline tilted his head, adjusting his gloves. “Because Doom values the life inside of you. Which means I value you. And unlike Eclipse, I understand that breaking the vessel before its purpose is fulfilled is… counterproductive.”

“Glad to know I’m just a walking incubator,” Sonic snapped, his voice cracking with equal parts pain and fury.

Starline gave a thin, calculating smile. “Not just. You’re a problem Eclipse can’t solve. That makes you far more interesting than a mere vessel. But for your own sake… it would be wise not to antagonize him further. He’s desperate. Desperation breeds cruelty.”

Sonic let out a hoarse laugh that turned into a cough. “Newsflash, doc, I already figured that one out.”

Starline leaned over him slightly, eyes gleaming with curiosity rather than malice. “And yet… you didn’t yield. Fascinating.”

Sonic glared, even through the blur of tears. “Yeah? Get used to it.”

For the first time, Starline’s smirk faltered into something else: an intrigued, thoughtful silence as the monitors beside Sonic beeped steady and strong.

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Chapter Text

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Rouge and Shadow found themselves once again in the kitchen of Gemstone Remedies, the air heavy with silence.

Shadow had spent the last couple of days chasing phantoms. No scent trail, no leads, nothing. They had the camera footage of them leaving but nothing further. The thought of waiting uselessly at the brothel gnawed at him, especially with Infinite circling like a vulture, slipping in with his smug propositions. Shadow’s temples ached just remembering it. One of these days, he would drag that jackal out back and beat the arrogance out of him but not now. Not when Sonic was still missing. At least Infinite had promised not to bring his boss sniffing around again. Small mercies. But they did nothing to solve the bigger problem: Sonic.

The French press gleamed on the counter, waiting. A ritual, a moment of stability that Rouge had made sure was always here for him, alongside imported beans no one else dared touch. Shadow needed the grounding. He needed to think, to plan.

Rouge opened a bag, the scent of roasted coffee filling the air, when a sharp pounding shattered the calm.

Both their ears flicked.

The sound came again. Heavy. Urgent.

Shadow’s spine stiffened, the muscles in his arms tightening as his eyes narrowed dangerously.

Rouge glanced at him, reading the storm in his face. With a breath, she smoothed her feathers, a mask of easy confidence sliding into place. She moved out to the storefront, heels clicking softly against the tile.

Another round of pounding rattled the doorframe, echoing like a threat.

Rouge reached it, laying her hand lightly against the wood, wings folded close. She inhaled, sharp and steady, before cracking her voice into a purr.

“We’re closed, darling. We don’t open until noon.”

“Please. This is Officer Espio. I only need to ask a few questions.”

Rouge felt Shadow’s presence behind her, low and dangerous. She cracked the door, her jewel-bright eyes narrowing at the chameleon outside. “Listen, Officer. It's unwise to answer anything without a lawyer present. I hope you understand ”

Espio cut her off, removing his hat and twisting it nervously in his hands. “Ma’am, I’m not here to bring anyone in. This is about Second gender law, certain protections for Omegas in corrective facilities. I believe there’s been a violation. Please, a few moments of your time.”

“If this is a pitch, sweetheart, my rates for solicitation are higher than most can afford.” Rouge’s smirk was dazzling, but her tone was sharp. “And I don’t know anyone in incarceration right now.”

Espio’s eyes darted over her, uneasy. “Perhaps I have the wrong address. I’m looking for an Alpha named Shadow.”

Rouge let her grin turn sharper. “He charges by the hour too, darling. And his rate is much higher than mine.”

Behind her, Shadow rolled his eyes, arms folded, but his patience was wearing thin. He motioned for her to finish it.

“If he is here, I’m required by law to deliver this notice.” Espio lifted a paper, the weight of it making the air seem heavier. “It regards the condition of his incarcerated Omega.”

Rouge froze. Her lashes flicked upward. “His what now? Are you talking about Sonic?”

Espio exhaled like a man finding his way out of a labyrinth. “Yes. How is he? I know this is unorthodox, but given the circumstances of his release, our medic insisted I follow up.”

The door was yanked open wider. Shadow stood there, a looming shadow of fury, red eyes burning. “Elaborate,” he growled, voice low and lethal. “He isn’t here.”

Espio stiffened. He held out the notice with both hands. “Sir, are you in possession of your Omega?”

“In possession?” Shadow’s lip curled. “No. He isn't a thing to possess.”

“If he’s not with you, where is he? He’s meant to be under house arrest in your care.”

Rouge’s brows furrowed. “House arrest? He was homeless. How could he be bound to a house?”

Shadow’s mouth was a bitter slash. “What did he do to land himself under house arrest?”

“Please.” Espio’s tone turned sharper, more insistent. “Just confirm he isn’t in your custody? You haven’t seen him?”

“No. I haven’t seen him.” Shadow’s growl reverberated in the doorframe. “Is that all?”

Espio hesitated. His hand twitched at the paper like it burned. Then the words broke free, blunt and unguarded.

“Are you even aware he’s pregnant?”

The silence split like glass shattering.

“What?” Rouge and Shadow’s voices collided, hers sharp with shock, his raw with disbelief.

Espio glanced over his shoulder at the passersby. “We need to have a more private conversation...”

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Sonic sat stiffly on the exam table, arms crossed over his middle, trying not to flinch at every clink of metal instruments being laid out. The room was too sterile, too quiet, it felt like being dissected while still breathing.

Dr. Starline finished scrubbing his hands and slipped on fresh gloves, his eyes never leaving Sonic. “Well,” he said, voice lilting with sick delight, “It seems congratulations are in order. You are a worthy asset. You’re carrying an Alpha.”

The word hit like a stone. Sonic’s ears flattened, and his throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Don’t say it like that.”

“Like what?” Starline tilted his head, feigning innocence as he adjusted his glasses. “You’ve ensured your survival, hedgehog. Lord Doom won’t dare snuff out the vessel of his heir now. But Eclipse…” He chuckled darkly, the sound curling like smoke. “Eclipse will tear himself apart with jealousy.”

Sonic clenched his jaw. “That’s supposed to make me feel better?”

“Oh, heavens no,” Starline purred, stepping closer until Sonic could smell the antiseptic on his gloves. “But it should make you think. You could let his hatred crush you, or…” He trailed a gloved finger down the IV line at Sonic’s arm, deliberately slow, his beak curling into a cruel smile. “…you could turn it. Offer him a taste of what he craves, your surrender.”

Sonic stiffened. His breathing went shallow. “You’re saying I should let him-”

“I’m saying,” Starline interrupted silkily, “that you wriggle more when you’re frightened. When you’re cornered. Eclipse enjoys that. Feed it to him. Make him believe you’re yielding. Let him think he’s winning.” He leaned close enough for his voice to buzz at Sonic’s ear. “And in the meantime, perhaps you’ll find your chance to run.”

Sonic’s stomach knotted. The idea made his skin crawl. “And if I don’t?”

Starline smirked, brushing invisible dust off his coat as if Sonic’s fate were beneath him. “Then you’ll keep suffering exactly as you are now but at least your suffering will be… entertaining.” His eyes glimmered with sadistic amusement. “And really, isn’t that what you’re here for?”

Sonic’s eyes burned, but he refused to give him the satisfaction of tears. He hugged his stomach tighter, caught between nausea and fury.

Starline straightened his clipboard with a snap, already writing notes as though the conversation hadn’t happened. “Do consider it, though. I would hate to see such exquisite potential wasted on mindless defiance.”

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Sonic’s fingers hovered over the office door longer than he wanted to admit. His pulse thundered in his ears, every instinct screaming to run the other way. But Starline’s words burrowed into his skull: Feed him. Make him believe. Use him. It felt disgusting but it was his only option. 

He couldn’t rot here until the pup was born only to most likely be discarded or knocked up again after or he could attempt another escape. 

He knocked.

“Enter,” came Eclipse’s sharp voice.

Sonic pushed the door open and slipped inside. Eclipse sat at his desk, working on paperwork, eyes narrowing the instant he saw the hedgehog. Sonic shut the door behind him, suddenly aware of how small the room was.

Eclipse rolled his eyes and looked back at the stack of papers he was reviewing. “This better be fucking good.”

“I…” Sonic forced the words past the knot in his throat. “…I need your help. To get out. To escape.”

That made Eclipse’s pen still. Slowly, he raised his gaze once more, crimson eyes gleaming as though he’d just been handed the finest amusement of his life. “Escape my father?” He chuckled, low and humorless. “Are you fucking serious? You really must be desperate.”

“I know you hate this too,” Sonic pushed, voice shaky. 

Eclipse stood so abruptly his chair scraped. He circled the desk, closing the space between them, advancing on the hedgehog until he stepped back himself, until his back hit the wall.. “And why,” he hissed, pinning him there with one gloved hand on the wall beside his head, “should I risk anything for you?”

Sonic’s breath stuttered. “…Because you want me gone...as much as I want my freedom.”

Eclipse’s laugh was sharp, cruel. “You want freedom? You must be crazy. Fine.” He pressed closer, his weight deliberate, invasive.

For a moment Sonic was surprised how easy that was.

“I give you an opportunity to escape… you give me that smart defiant mouth of yours. Here. Now.”

Sonic froze, stomach twisting. “You’re joking-”

The darkling tilted his head, smirk widening. “Do I look like I’m joking? Do you want my cooperation? Then you’ll writhe for me the way you do for any Alpha.” 

“If you’re serious about escaping… then earn it.” His claws tapped against Sonic’s jaw, trailing lower, suggestive. “On your knees.”

Sonic’s breath hitched hard, his chest locking as if the very air had been ripped away. His voice cracked, thin and desperate. “F-Fuck… I forgot you’re like this… You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I’m nothing but serious.” Eclipse’s grin curved into something sharp and wicked, crimson eyes drinking in every flicker of resistance like it was fuel. He caught Sonic’s wrist and yanked him forward, dragging him across the room towards the desk. One shove down forced him off balance, not enough to topple him but enough to remind him he was at the darklings mercy.

“Show me you’re willing,” Eclipse purred, velvet-wrapped venom dripping from every syllable. His claws traced Sonic’s wrist with the mockery of gentleness before tightening suddenly, making him flinch. “Or I’ll call Father right now. And you will be sure to suffer.”

Sonic’s ears flattened, his teeth grinding together, body rigid. Rage burned inside him, but terror twisted alongside it. If he gave in, he could see Shadow again. Tell him about the baby. Find some quiet town to disappear in, even if Shadow cast him aside. Shadow had sacrificed for him once. Couldn’t he do the same?

His knees wavered. Then slowly, trembling, he let himself sink. The floor was cold even with fabric covering him, the act both humiliating. His head hung low, breath unsteady, every inch of him burning with shame and determination.

Eclipse leaned back against the desk, spreading his stance with the ease of someone reveling in complete control. His gaze raked over Sonic’s bowed form, hunger flashing hot and merciless.

“That’s it…” he crooned, his voice like poison, dripping into Sonic’s ears, into his bones. “On your knees, just where you belong. Do you feel that shame? That fire? That’s the real you, and I’ll drag every bit of it out.”

His smirk deepened, cruel and triumphant. “Now prove it. Show me how far you’ll crawl for freedom.”

Sonic’s hands shook as they hovered, uncertain, his stomach twisting with nausea and dread. He looked up once, meeting Eclipse’s eyes. There was no pity there, no room for mercy, only sadistic delight. His thoughts drifted to Shadow and that night with Infinite. Shadow was so strong, he could do anything and have the upper hand. In doing this small thing, Sonic would be able to see him again. 

Eclipse tilted his head mockingly. “Don’t make me wait, little Omega. You are going nowhere unless you put your mouth where it belongs.”

Sonic squeezed his eyes shut, forcing his body forward despite the shame curling in his gut. His lips hovered uncertainly, the heat of Eclipse’s presence inches away.

“No,” Eclipse barked, jerking his hips forward. “No hesitation. Willingness. Open your mouth and earn what you’re asking me for.”

Sonic’s voice cracked as he whispered, “Please… don’t make this harder-”

“That is the deal,” Eclipse interrupted, his claws stroking along Sonic’s jaw with mock tenderness. “Freedom for devotion. My help for your submission. Now show me.”

Sonic exhaled before hardening his resolve much to the enjoyment of Eclipse. He slowly undid the darklings belt and trousers, gently tugging down the waist band of his boxers to be met with Eclipse’s throbbing cock. He wasn't as big as Shadow but he wasn't small either. 

Eclipse tilted his head, savoring the sight of Sonic kneeling there, lips trembling, eyes damp yet defiantly fixed on him. That stubborn fire only made the Darkling’s blood run hotter.

Sonic pressed his lips into a thin line when Eclipse dragged his tip across his cheek, smearing heat where defiance couldn’t hide.

“Pathetic,” Eclipse sneered, his voice dripping with venomous amusement. “You can’t even pretend to want it. And yet you crawl to me, begging for my help. That means you’ll swallow your pride… and whatever else I decide to give you.”

“Wait-” Sonic tried, but the word died as Eclipse pushed against his lips, pre cum slicking them, along with humiliation hotter than any flame.

Sonic’s fists balled tight at his sides, his body trembling as though war raged inside him. And then Eclipse pressed harder. Sonic’s lips parted with a sound caught between a growl and a sob.

Claws gripped the back of his head, tangling cruelly in quills, forcing his jaw wide. Eclipse didn’t waste time, he shoved his cock in, to the hilt, peach fur meeting black. Sonic gagged, throat convulsing, eyes flying wide.

“There you go,” Eclipse hissed, hips rolling slow and merciless. “That’s what desperation looks like. That’s what you are. Every whimper, every tear… proof that you’ll debase yourself just for freedom. Now fucking suck.”

Sonic’s tears slipped freely now, streaming down his cheeks as his throat worked frantically. Shame licked at every nerve, but he didn’t wrench back, he couldn’t. He stayed on his knees, choking on Eclipse’s rhythm as he began to gently bob his head on his dick.

“Mm, better,” Eclipse muttered, thrusts quickening as his claws dug into quills, dragging Sonic onto him again and again. The office filled with the wet, obscene chorus of spit and muffled groans. “You’re learning. You want out? Then earn it. Every inch you choke on is you telling me how much you want to escape.”

A sob tore from Sonic, his body shaking violently as his palms pressed against Eclipse’s thighs, a desperate brace. His ears pinned flat, his face wet and burning as he struggled to breathe through the abuse. Still, he endured as he was used like a fleshlight.

Eclipse’s grin split wide, cruel and wolfish. “That’s it. Cry for me. Every gag, every shudder, fuck...you are so pretty like this.”

With a sharp yank, Eclipse dragged him forward, rutting deep, grinding against Sonic’s throat until the hedgehog was forced to deep throat him. The wet, choking sounds echoed the walls, each one a symphony of Eclipse’s control. His grin widened at the sight of Sonic now squeezing his eyes shut, gripping his pants, enjoying his struggle.

“Pathetic,” Eclipse rasped, tugging back just enough to let Sonic drag in a gasp of air before shoving forward again. “You feel so good, like you were made for this”

Eclipse’s pace grew harsher, his thrusts sharp and unrelenting, dragging broken sounds from Sonic as Eclipse aggressively fucked his throat. Each gag, each muffled sob only drove him further, his claws anchoring deep into quills until the hedgehog’s scalp burned.

Sonic’s fingers clawed at Eclipse’s thighs, body trembling as his lungs screamed for air. His ears pressed flat, his face flushed with shame as tears streamed unchecked. Still, he didn’t fight. He couldn’t, not with Eclipse forcing him open, using him like nothing more than a mouth to fuck.

Eclipse yanked him forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt. A guttural growl tore from his chest as he spilled down Sonic’s throat, hot and thick, flooding him without mercy. He held the blue hedgehog there, claws digging deeper, grinding until he felt every swallow.

“Drink it,” Eclipse ordered, his grin twisting with satisfaction as he felt Sonic choke and sputter around him, forced to take it all. “Every drop, Omega. Your body yearns for cum, so feed it. Its what you were made for..”

Sonic’s body shook violently, throat convulsing as he swallowed against the flood, humiliation scalding hotter than the tears running down his cheeks. When Eclipse finally released him, yanking free, Sonic collapsed, coughing, drool and seed dripping from his lips to the carpet.

The darkling crouched down so they were eye level, his clawed hand gripping Sonic’s chin, forcing him to look up with swollen, watery eyes. “You thought I’d give you freedom after a few sloppy tears and a half-hearted attempt?” he sneered, lips curling in cruel delight. “You’ll choke for me again and again, and I still might leave you on your knees with nothing. Because it’s not about your effort, it’s about my amusement.”

Sonic shuddered, shame and fury tangled so tightly he could barely breathe. “You bastard…” he croaked, his voice hoarse.

Eclipse only laughed, wiping Sonic’s spit across his cheek with his thumb before patting it mockingly. “Good little Omega. Desperate and obedient. Exactly as you should be.”

He stood, looming over Sonic, and adjusted himself casually, as if Sonic had been nothing more than a tool. “Crawl back to your nest. Think about how much further you’ll have to go if you want me to even consider your pathetic little plea.”

Sonic dragged the back of his hand across his mouth, glaring up at Eclipse with eyes full of venom. His voice cracked but carried steel. “Fuck you.”

Eclipse leaned in, his grin slow, cruel. “Gladly. Perhaps during your next escape attempt.” His laugh echoed, low and mocking, chasing Sonic as he turned away.

Humiliation burned hotter than any wound. Sonic’s chest constricted, arms wrapping around himself as he staggered down the hall. He hated himself for ever believing that mad doctor's advice could help. Stupid. So stupid.

Tears stung, spilling fast despite him choking them back. Every locked door, every sterile wall pressed in like a coffin. He wanted out. He wanted anywhere but here sleeping under open sky, freezing in the dirt better than this cage.

His vision blurred as he stumbled down the corridor, each step heavier than the last. The silent guards lined the walls like shadows, their crimson eyes following his every move. Each stare cut him deeper, a reminder that his desperate attempt at escape had failed.

His breaths came in ragged bursts, chest seizing with panic until he reached his door and wrenched it open.

The room yawned back at him, hollow and cruel. Empty. Cold.

It didn’t even smell like Shadow anymore. That faint trace, the one fragile anchor that had tethered him to sanity, was gone. Erased.

His gaze fell on the nest, its rumpled mess of blankets and fabric nothing more than a cage within a cage. It mocked him with its emptiness, its promise of comfort nothing but a hollow lie.

His throat tightened until he couldn’t breathe, his fists trembling at his sides. He wanted to scream, to fight, to tear the walls down with his bare hands. But the weight of it all dragged him lower, deeper.

His knees hit the floor with a dull thud. The sound echoed in the sterile room like a confession. His body folded in on itself, shoulders shaking as the last thread of defiance snapped.

Hot tears stung his eyes, continuously soaking his muzzle as he pressed his forehead to the cold ground. He had debased himself, humiliated himself, endured indignity for nothing.

The silence pressed in, suffocating. His sobs broke against it, sharp and hollow, swallowed whole by the walls that would never let him go.

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Sonic buried his face deeper into the nest, a soft whine slipping out against his will. He had cried himself to sleep, and out of instinct climbed into the nest despite the resentment it stirred. He felt hollow, emptied out, like his body was just a shell.

The creak of the door made his ears flick, his body jerking upright in alarm. His breath caught in his throat, every muscle going rigid.

Black Doom glided inside, regal and terrifying in his silence, Eclipse at his side with restless energy crackling beneath his skin. The door shut with a soft click, sealing the air tight.

“Ohhh, my poor little Omega. Did we wake you?” Doom crooned, his tone velvet over steel, caressing yet suffocating. Each syllable curled around Sonic like smoke, sweet and poisonous.

Sonic rubbed his eyes blearily, his ears flattening. That tone never felt right coming from the alien’s mouth, it was too tender, too staged. But what unsettled him most was Doom’s expression. His eyes gleamed, his grin wide, as though he were savoring a private joke. It was too much. Too happy.

“…Why do you look so excited?” Sonic asked, though his voice shook, almost afraid of the answer.

Doom’s towering form sank down gracefully, close enough that Sonic could feel the chill radiating from him. A clawed hand lifted to cup Sonic’s cheek, caressing it with eerie gentleness.

“My perfect little Omega,” Doom purred, his tone vibrating like poison silk, his pheromones encasing the poor hedgehog, “You have done everything I asked. And now…” His grin widened, teeth flashing. “After synthesizing your blood, I have confirmation. Not only are you carrying my heir… but it is an Alpha.”Doom’s hand slid from Sonic’s cheek to his head, stroking as though he were a prized possession. “I knew,” he whispered, low and cruel, “that you would not disappoint me. I could smell right away you were a prime Omega”

Eclipse’s breath hitched like he’d been struck, his claws curling into fists at his sides. His eyes widened, then narrowed into a seething glare aimed straight at Sonic.

“No…” he growled, voice low and trembling. “No, this can’t be right. I am supposed to be the heir. Not some half-breed pup out of him!” His words spat like venom, his entire body trembling with rage.

Sonic flinched, curling further into himself, one hand protectively splayed over his stomach. “I didn’t ask for this!” he snapped, but his voice cracked with fear, making it sound more like a plea.

“Liar!” Eclipse lunged, grabbing Sonic by the wrist hard enough to wrench a yelp from him, his claws threatening to pierce skin. His other hand hovered like he wanted to strike, but his father’s presence held him back. “You did this on purpose! You’re stealing everything that’s mine!”

“Enough.” Doom’s voice cut through the air like a blade, calm but absolute. A faint glow rippled in his eye, slapping the darkling’s hand away. Eclipse froze, panting hard through gritted teeth.

“But Father!”

“You dare question my will?” Doom’s voice slithered through the room, velvet laced with steel. One claw traced idly through Sonic’s quills, possessive, keeping the trembling hedgehog in his grasp. With the other, he struck Eclipse across the face, the crack of the blow echoing off the walls. The darkling staggered, vision flashing white, but did not fall.

“This omega has given me something you never could.” Doom’s eyes burned like twin embers as he curled his claw tighter around Sonic’s quills, tugging just enough to make the hedgehog wince. “You are nothing. An insignificant drone. You can never, and will never, command respect.” His words lashed sharper than the strike, deliberate, merciless.

Eclipse’s body shook with rage he couldn’t voice, claws flexing until they nearly pierced his palms. His chest heaved, snarls ripping from his throat, but still he bowed his head, bound by blood and fear. His eyes, though his eyes betrayed him. They burned, molten with jealousy, locking on Sonic’s tear-brimmed emeralds.

For an instant, raw fury and wounded pride cracked through the obedience beaten into him. The sight of Sonic, a cruel reminder of everything he wanted but would never have.

And Doom saw it. Of course he saw it. His smirk was cold. “Remember your place. A beta, subservient to Alphas."

Sonic felt his throat tighten, his tears spilling freely as he whispered, almost to himself, “I'm sorry…”

Doom silenced him with a chillingly tender pat, his claws raking lightly across his scalp. “Hush, my Omega. Do not waste tears on his tantrums. Your only task is to rest and nurture what you carry.”

Eclipse’s snarl cracked into a choked noise, the sound of betrayal and fury tangled into one. He turned sharply, unable to look at either of them without feeling like he was being ripped apart. He stormed out of the room, tail lashing behind him.

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Espio stood in the alley behind the brothel, his eyes fixed on the second hand of his watch as it ticked far too loudly in the rain. The name House of Obsidian shimmered in the puddles at his feet, fractured and distorted by every ripple. It felt like the storm had been endless, as if the sky itself was conspiring to keep him here, pinned under its weight.

The trench coat clung damp and heavy against his skin. He shifted uncomfortably, not used to being out of uniform, not used to hiding. What he was doing wasn’t just bending rules, it was breaking them. But Vanilla had begged, voice trembling. 

Espio’s throat tightened. He should have stopped it. Should have protected that poor omega before it ever came to this. But he didn't have a choice. Not then. Not when his badge meant more than his conscience. That wasn't why he joined the force, not to force others into a bad situation because of a court order.

Shadow materialized from the darkness itself, his body trembling with the effort it took not to lash out in anger that Espio made him wait. His fists clenched and unclenched, his entire frame vibrating like a blade drawn too tight. His eyes burned, glowing faintly, the dangerous shimmer of his Black Arms heritage threatening to break through, luckily that was all at that moment.

“Start. Talking.” His voice was cold steel, each word a blunt strike.

Rouge stepped up behind him, her hand sliding onto his shoulder like a leash on a rabid hound. “No need to be so vicious, Shadow,” she purred, her touch steady but firm, taming his edge just enough to keep the room intact.

Espio stood unflinching, trench coat soaked from the rain, arms folded across his chest. “I could go to jail for this. I’m not some idiot who spills information without cause.” His eyes, sharp and unforgiving, didn’t waver under Shadow’s glow.

Rouge slipped her hand down Shadow’s arm, grounding him as she addressed the chameleon. “We understand the risks. And we’re willing to make it worth your while, isn’t that right, Shadow?” Her other hand handed an envelope to Espio, her smile calculated. In return, Espio handed one back.

“My friend...our medic...just wants to make sure he’s safe,” she added smoothly.

Shadow leaned forward, tension coiled tight in his shoulders. “What happened? How did he end up there? How did you even find out he was…” His voice faltered, anger giving way to something heavier, sharper, worry. His chest ached with the thought of it. Sonic, his Sonic, out there, pregnant and alone. His Omega. His ears lowered, shame twisting like a knife, until Rouge’s grip tightened on his shoulder, keeping him from sinking too far.

Espio’s tone stayed flat, merciless. “Sonic was picked up after fighting a group of thugs. They held him on old warrants for theft, breaking and entering.”

“Fighting?” Shadow’s voice cracked like a faultline. His weight shifted, shies scraping against the floor as if the ground itself couldn’t hold him steady. His gaze fell to the ground, and for a heartbeat, he looked almost small. Fuck. Of course the second he stepped away, the world turned on Sonic. He pictured it, his mate, cornered, terrified, his body betraying him in the grip of a sudden heat while he, the Alpha meant to protect him, stayed away. A coil of shame pulled tight in his chest until he could barely breathe. He felt sick, the knot in his stomach twisting deeper with every word. He had felt Sonic’s fear, the faint tug of it through their bond and still, he hadn’t gone back.

Espio didn’t soften. “Standard processing required bloodwork. The results showed trace amounts of illegal substances.” He paused, deliberately, letting the words cut. “And that he was pregnant.”

Shadow’s head snapped up so fast the air seemed to shudder with the movement. His eyes narrowed to slits, glowing, dangerous. “Illegal drugs?” The words came out low, jagged, like glass scraping over stone. His gaze darted, racing back through memory, puzzle pieces clicking into place against his will. Then his teeth bared, a growl tearing from his throat. “The injection…”

He dug his claws into his palms, easily slicing through his gloves. Rouge opened the envelope and held the report toward him. His vision blurred red as he scanned it, every vile line confirming what his gut already knew. His father’s work. That bastard’s fingerprints were written into Sonic’s blood, twisting through his veins, poisoning him.

“That piece of filth,” Shadow whispered, but it was no whisper at all, it was a vow, trembling with barely-contained violence, a promise of destruction.

Rouge tightened her grip on his shoulder, feeling the way he shook, as though holding back a storm that would destroy everything in its path.

Espio cut through his rage with sudden, cold precision. “Are you really the son of Black Doom?”

The question silenced the air itself.

Shadow’s voice came out low, venomous. “Unfortunately. But I am not affiliated with him.”

Espio’s stance hardened, his chance glimmering before him. “He has hurt countless people and continues to rot this city. Help me put him away.”

In an instant, Shadow lunged, his hand fisting Espio’s collar, yanking him forward until their noses almost touched. His teeth flashed, a growl ripping through his chest. “You have some nerve withholding the location of my mate to blackmail me.”

Espio’s throat bobbed, but his eyes didn’t flinch. “So you will hate him as much as I do. Then we understand each other. Do we have a deal?”

The alley ached with the silence that followed. Shadow’s grip trembled, caught between throttling the chameleon and conceding to his demand. Finally, his head gave the smallest, sharpest nod.

His voice was a low, lethal whisper. “Now tell me. Where is my Omega?”

Espio’s gaze didn’t falter. “Your father has him, He is at Doom corp.”

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Chapter Text

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Sonic pressed his palms flat against the cold glass, staring down at the city sprawling endlessly below. Cars, lights, lives moving on as if nothing had changed, while his world had shrunk to four walls and the constant shadow of Black Arms. His breath fogged faintly against the window, fading before it could leave a mark.

The office he stood in wasn’t his. It was Shadow’s or at least, it had been once. The nameplate still clung stubbornly to the door, though everything inside was coated in a thick skin of dust, like no one had touched it in years. The faintest trace of lavender lingered in the air, muted by time but still there, haunting. It wasn’t enough to fool him, but it was enough to keep him tethered, his senses starved and desperate for anything of his Alpha.

He turned his head slightly, gaze flicking to the pair of Black Arms guards looming by the door. They didn’t speak, didn’t move much, but their presence was suffocating all the same. Watchdogs dressed as shadows.

Sonic swallowed hard, ears twitching. He hadn’t seen Eclipse since their last bitter conversation. The absence was a relief, being stalked by faceless guards was still better than Eclipse’s suffocating obsession, his constant torment. But that didn’t mean he was safe. It only meant the storm was waiting.

He let his forehead rest against the glass, eyes shut tight. This room, this scent, this ghost of Shadow, a lone star in the encompassing void.

Sonic let out a shaky sigh, turning his gaze back to the city below. He’d rifled through every drawer, only to find dusty paperwork that meant nothing to him. Nothing of Shadow. Nothing of comfort. His forehead pressed to the cool glass, eyes slipping shut as he drew in a breath. The faint lavender clung to the room, thin and ghostly, and it almost broke him. It almost made him cry.

The sudden slam of a hand against the window jolted him back into reality. The glass trembled under the force, and Sonic’s eyes flew open, following the black arm up until he met Eclipse’s burning stare. The darkling had caged him in, body looming, presence suffocating.

“E-Eclipse?!” Sonic’s voice cracked, ears flattening tight to his skull. His breath came shallow, panic flooding his chest as Eclipse pressed closer, pinning him to the glass. “W-what are you doing?” He pushed weakly against him, squirming for space that didn’t exist.

Eclipse’s claws closed around his wrists, dragging them up, pressing them flat against the cold glass above his head. The weight of his grip made Sonic’s stomach knot, fear tangling with something darker, more dangerous.

Silence stretched. Heavy. Dreadful. Eclipse’s smirk widened slowly, his breath hot against Sonic’s ear as he finally broke it.

“You think you can come in and ruin everything” Eclipse whispered, voice low, venomous, almost mocking. “Ill be damned if you think I will sit idly by,” His claws flexed against Sonic’s wrists, making the hedgehog flinch,“…and let the parasite in your womb take what's mine”

Sonic’s pulse pounded, his body trembling against the glass. He tugged against Eclipse’s hold, voice cracking. “L-let go! This isn’t funny”

Eclipse chuckled darkly, the sound hollow, humorless. He leaned closer, lips brushing the edge of Sonic’s ear as he hissed, “I am done being funny and I am done being pushed around.”

Sonic’s pulse hammered against his throat, so loud he swore Eclipse could hear it. His body was taut, trapped between the cold glass and the crushing weight of the darkling.

“I think, Ill fuck an Alpha pup into you,” Eclipse murmured, voice silken with cruelty. “And father will have no choice but to make me the heir by default. It will be my bloodline, not Shadows”

“I'm already pregnant, Asshole!” Sonic hissed. 

Before Sonic could react, Eclipse dragged his claws down, slicing shallow trails into his arms. Thin rivulets of blood welled up instantly, trickling down his fur. Sonic cried out, jerking, but Eclipse only pinned him harder, holding both wrists in one hand, forcing his chest flush against the glass.

“Ill have to fix that,” Eclipse purred, licking the blood from his claws before pressing the tips to Sonic’s throat. “Let me rip that pup right out of you.”

Sonic’s breath hitched, his vision blurring with tears. “S-stop… please…D-dont hurt them”

Eclipse’s laugh was jagged, unhinged, right against Sonic’s ear. “Stop? No, no, you still don’t understand. You’re not a prisoner here, you’re prey. And prey doesn’t beg for mercy.” His grip on Sonic’s neck tightened. “It begs for death.”

He pressed harder, claws dimpling into Sonic’s throat, the sting sharp and hot, making every instinct scream.

“No one will save you,” Eclipse whispered, lips curling back in a snarl. “I am going to ruin you!.”

Sonic’s tears blurred his vision, but panic ignited something sharper: anger, desperation, the raw need to survive. With a sudden surge, he twisted in Eclipse’s grip, ramming his shoulder into the darkling’s side. Eclipse staggered slightly, surprised by the small but furious strike.

“I won't let you!” Sonic gasped, shoving with all the strength his shaking body could muster. He slammed an elbow back, aimed for Eclipse’s chest. “Get off me!”

Eclipse hissed, claws tightening, but Sonic didn’t relent. He lashed out with his legs, kicking against Eclipse’s knees, forcing him to step back. The predator’s eyes widened, a flicker of surprise cutting through the predatory hunger. Sonic’s breaths came ragged, sobs breaking through, but adrenaline lent him strength.

Eclipse staggered back, hissing in frustration, eyes narrowing. “Persistent little fuck…” he hissed, recovering quickly, claws flashing but Sonic was already moving, ducking low, swinging a desperate leg to knock Eclipse off balance.

Eclipse blocked Sonic’s swing with ease, grabbing his shoulders and slamming him against the wall. The impact rattled through Sonic’s back, winded him instantly, knocking the air from his lungs. He staggered, barely able to raise his fists again, but Eclipse only laughed, low and cruel, a sound that made Sonic’s chest tighten with fear.

“Can’t take over the company if there’s no heir,” Eclipse hissed, stepping forward. His fists flew in a merciless flurry, each strike driving Sonic backward into the wall. Knees slammed into ribs, fists hammered his torso, and every blow vibrated through Sonic’s body, forcing him to gasp, shiver, and fight to stay upright.

“No!” Sonic cried, collapsing to the floor and curling in a desperate attempt to shield himself. Eclipse’s boot connected with his ribs, his stomach, his face, sending a jolt of pain that stole his breath. Another strike sent him flat onto his back, teeth gritting as he tasted blood from a split lip.

Eclipse climbed over him, raining down blow after punishing blow, the sickening thuds echoing in the room. Sonic twisted, trying to shield himself, fists weak and trembling, body quaking with pain, but the darkling’s fury was relentless.

“Disappear into the nothing that you are,” Eclipse snarled, leaning close, his breath hot, voice venomous. Each word cut through Sonic’s fear like a blade. Eclipse’s assault continued, every strike tearing at Sonic’s strength, until the darkling’s own breath came ragged, but still he pressed on.

Sonic lay sprawled on the floor, chest heaving, vision swimming through tears and sweat. Every muscle screamed, quills matted, bruises blooming across his bloody body. Pain radiated through every limb, but most of all, his stomach burned with sharp, stabbing agony.

Eclipse’s claws dug deeper into Sonic’s throat, the blue hedgehog’s body jerking as his lungs strained, lips parting in a soundless gasp. His head was thrown back against the hard floor with a sick crack. His vision tunneled, stars dancing at the edges as his nails tore helplessly at Eclipse’s grip.

Then

CRASH!

Glass exploded inward, shards raining like razors, the sudden gale scattering papers and dust across the room. A roar split the air, feral, not sane, vibrating through the floor. Sonic’s dimming vision caught it red and black wings unfurling like a demon torn straight from the abyss.

“GET. OFF. MY. MATE!”

Shadow’s voice boomed with primal fury, more growl than words. His claws hooked deep into Eclipse’s neck and shoulder, ripping him away with a sickening tear. The darkling slammed against the wall, but before he could recover, Shadow was already on him, teeth bared, eyes glowing like infernos.

Eclipse snarled, lunging back. They collided with bone-cracking force, claws raking, fists smashing. Shadow fought like something unchained, his strikes wild, animalistic, every blow punctuated with the guttural sound of his rage. Eclipse met him with equal ferocity, their snarls and the crash of bodies filling the room in a blur of teeth, and blood.

Sonic, half-conscious on the floor, could only watch through swimming vision as the two forces clashed, feral and merciless. The room became a storm of violence, glass crunching under their feet, claws shredding into flesh, both refusing to yield.

Shadow’s roar echoed again, savage and raw, as he forced Eclipse back with a flurry of blows, their fight a living nightmare between two predators, and only one would walk away.

Eclipse lunged again, claws slashing for Shadow’s chest, but Shadow caught his wrist mid-swing and twisted until the bones popped. Eclipse howled, but the cry was cut short when Shadow slammed his head into the wall with bone-shattering force. The plaster cracked, dust raining down, Eclipse pushing forward once more.

“You dare touch him?!” Shadow’s voice was guttural, barely words, every syllable dripping with murderous intent. His fangs sank into Eclipse’s shoulder, tearing flesh until blood spattered hot across the floor. Eclipse shrieked, thrashing, but Shadow didn’t relent; he bit down harder, ripping free, his muzzle streaked crimson.

Eclipse staggered, desperation twisting his face as he threw a wild punch, but Shadow absorbed it with a snarl, his own claws plunging into Eclipse’s stomach. He ripped downward, feral, brutal, ignoring the darkling’s scream as he slammed him to the ground.

“S-shads...h-help” Sonic’s blurred vision filled with the sight of Shadow pinning Eclipse, wings flared wide, his body a weapon of pure fury. The pain in Sonic’s stomach was becoming unbearable, as he looked down feeling something wet and warm between his thighs. Blood. 

Every strike was savage, breaking bones, crushing cartilage. Eclipse clawed weakly at Shadow’s chest, but it was no use.

Sonic's voice snapped the hybrid's attention to him, giving an opening for Eclipse to shove him back, but Shadow wasn’t done. He grabbed a jagged shard of glass from the wreckage of the window, his hand bleeding as he clenched it. The moment Eclipse got close enough, Shadow drove the shard into his gut with savage force.

Eclipse’s scream tore through the room, but Shadow didn’t stop; he shoved it deeper, twisting, the glass biting and cracking under the sheer pressure. The shard splintered inside him with a sickening crunch, shards grinding against bone and muscle. Eclipse convulsed, blood bubbling up his throat.

“You. Will. Never. Touch. Him. Again.” Shadow snarled, pressing his weight into the wound, forcing the broken pieces deeper, until Eclipse’s knees buckled.

“G-glad...I got..to...fuck him...then.” The darkling clawed at Shadow’s arms, his strength faltering, his own blood coating the floor. His breath hitched, wet and ragged, as the glass inside him cut deeper with every movement.

Shadow ripped his claws free from Eclipse’s chest, letting him collapse, twitching, gasping for air. The ebony’s wings flared wide, body trembling with feral rage, almost every inch of him painted in crimson.

He stood over Eclipse’s broken body, chest heaving. His eyes blazed, burning holes straight through the writhing darkling at his feet.

Then a faint whimper cut through it all.

Shadow’s head snapped toward him once more. His chest constricted at the sight: Sonic sprawled in a growing pool of blood, his hand feebly reaching out, his lips trembling.

“p-please…” the blue hedgehog whispered, voice so fragile it nearly broke him.

“No, no, no, Chaos, no…” Shadow’s voice cracked, his body blurring forward before he even realized he was moving. He dropped to his knees, scooping Sonic into his arms, ignoring the blood staining his gloves. “I’ve got you. I’m here. Stay with me, please.”

But his eyes betrayed him. They couldn’t leave the blood pooling beneath Sonic, couldn’t unsee the way his abdomen shuddered under each shallow breath.

Sonic’s emerald eyes fluttered open, dazed, wet with tears. “H-hurts...so much…” The word came out a fragile whisper, weak as his trembling hand brushed Shadow’s chest before falling limp.

Shadow pressed his forehead to Sonic’s, his own body trembling. “Don’t do this to me. Don’t you dare leave me. You hear me? You’re not allowed.” His voice broke into a desperate growl, ragged with something he couldn’t contain.

“You...left...me...” Sonic’s gaze flickered, a flicker of recognition, the fire fading, before his lashes lowered. His body grew heavier in Shadow’s hold, his breathing shallow, faint.

“No, no, no, stay awake! LOOK at me!” Shadow shook, clutching him tighter, rage and terror crashing inside him like fire and ice. He’d never begged in his life but now he was begging the universe, his mate, anyone who would listen.

Behind him, Eclipse gave a bloody, ragged laugh. “Told you… too late…”

Shadow bared his teeth, but his arms only pulled Sonic closer, shielding him from the darkling’s poison. He didn’t care if the whole world burned down around them. Right now, there was only Sonic.

“I'm sorry...”

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Sonic’s ears twitched at the steady rhythm of beeping. The sound pulled him from the fog, though opening his eyes felt like lifting stone. His lids were swollen, heavy, his body sinking into the mattress as if gravity itself had doubled.

A dull ache thrummed through him, muted only by the IV dripping into his arm. He followed the line with tired eyes, and the sight of it confirmed what his body already told him, morphine, he was in bad shape. Bandages wrapped around his chest and arms, bruises painted across his fur in deep, ugly shades. Every shallow breath reminded him of cracked ribs. At least his fur was clean?

Something was wrong. Not just the pain, not just the exhaustion, but a hollow sense in his chest, a gnawing dread that made it hard to breathe.

He forced himself to look around. The room was sterile, white walls humming under fluorescent light. Definitely a hospital, but not one he recognized. Not Vanilla’s clinic, not Starline’s sterile cage. This place felt… different.

Forcing himself upright, he reached with trembling hands for the chart at his bedside. With trembling fingers, he pulled it into his lap, eyes scanning the lines of clinical jargon. Each note sank deeper into him, a cold weight pressing on his chest. Eclipse had really done it this time. His body had been pushed to the brink, broken in ways he didn’t want to face. His eyes moved over the neat columns of medical shorthand, skipping broken bones, bruising, until one word stopped him cold.

Spontaneous abortion.

The paper nearly slipped from his grip. He stared at the letters until they blurred, until the monitor’s steady beep sounded miles away. His stomach twisted, throat tight, breath shallow. No… no, no, no. 

The hollow ache in his chest deepened, instincts crashing down into despair. The pup was gone. His pup. The fragile spark, snuffed out before it ever had a chance. He was a failure of an Omega.

A sound broke from him, soft and broken, muffled as he curled into himself. His shoulders shook, the chart slipping from his grasp to the floor. He buried his face into the pillow, his body trembling as tears stung hot and merciless down his bruised cheeks.

The beeping beside him went on steady, indifferent, as if mocking the truth that his world had collapsed in silence.

The door opened softly, and Shadow stepped in. He froze for a heartbeat at the sight, Sonic curled on the bed, trembling, tears streaking his face. Without hesitation, Shadow moved to his side.

“Sonic…” he murmured gently, his hands hovering near the trembling hedgehog.

Slowly, carefully, he helped Sonic sit upright, supporting him so he wouldn’t slump back against the pillows. The moment his head was raised, Sonic’s sobs hit harder, shaking his shoulders as he rubbed at his eyes, desperate to stop the tears spilling freely.

Shadow’s hands rested lightly on Sonic’s back, soothing, grounding. “I’m here. You’re safe… I’ve got you,” he whispered, voice soft but firm.

For a fleeting moment, it seemed to work, but then Sonic’s panic, his heartbreak, boiled over into something else. Anger.

“You're here?!” His voice cracked, raw with anguish. “Where were you before?!” With a sharp, shuddering motion, he lashed out, slapping Shadow across the face.

Shadow flinched, startled, but didn’t pull away. He stayed silent, letting Sonic pour himself out.

“You left me! YOU LEFT ME, SHADOW!” Sonic’s face was streaked with tears, flush with anger. “I begged you not to go. I poured my heart out to you!” His voice shook with ragged breaths.

“I told you I loved you… and you abandoned me the minute someone else offered their hand!”

“I didn’t want to-” Shadow started, voice low, solemn, but Sonic struck him again, this time pounding his chest with his fist.

“NO! You don't get to talk. I really wasn't an exception was I? Shoplifters will be prostituted. What was it? A $50 bottle of suppressants. $50 for virgin omega pussy....that's a good deal isn't it. You fucked me, took my virginity, mated me even...and then YOU THREW ME AWAY!” Sonic glared through his tears. “Spread your legs for your new Alpha.. that is what you fucking said...and then Doom...” He looked away for a moment, ears drooping forward as sadness overtook his anger.

“I felt you! The pain, the agony! ALL OF IT! Do you even know what I had to go through?! I hope-...I hope you felt it! I hope it hurt!” His fists hit again and again, each strike trembling with the force of his grief, while Shadow gently drew him close, holding him against his chest.

Sonic’s sobs grew, jagged and desperate, fists slowly uncurling to cling to Shadow’s fur. “I was so scared… everything hurt so much. I felt like a fucking pet…” He shook violently, burying his face in Shadow. “All I wanted was you… and you never came…”

“Why didn’t you come for me?” Sonic whispered, voice cracking, pressing against Shadow with trembling desperation. His body shivered against the pull of their mating bond, every nerve screaming with want and grief.

“I… didn’t know,” Shadow admitted quietly, weight heavy in his chest.

“That’s not good enough!” Sonic’s grip tightened, grasping Shadow’s fur. “Not good enough!”

Shadow held him gently, wrapping his arms around him, fingers combing through his quills, rubbing slow, steady circles on his back.

“I was humiliated… abused… and the worst part is…” Sonic’s voice broke completely. “I still love you.”

Shadow rested his chin atop Sonic’s head, pressing gently, feeling the quiver of his entire body. He whispered softly into the tangle of fur and tears: “I love you too…”

The words were long overdue. Shadow should have said them first, should have been there. But now, it was Sonic who bore the weight, who had paid the price for all that lost time, all that self-loathing and fear. And Shadow could only hold him, nuzzling him close, as Sonic’s sobs finally released, shaking them both in a storm of pain and love.

“I was… excited,” Sonic’s voice broke, ragged and trembling. “I was pregnant… because at least I would have a piece of you… because I wouldn’t be alone.” His hand slid over his stomach, resting lightly on the bandages as he pressed his forehead into Shadow’s shoulder.

“Fuck…” he choked, tears spilling freely, his body trembling in Shadow’s arms. “I can’t even have that… I’m a failure of an Omega-”

“No!” Shadow’s voice snapped, sharp and fierce, making Sonic jerk in surprise. “No… you’re not a failure. You’re perfect. I… I was the failure. A sorry excuse for an Alpha.” His arms wrapped tighter around Sonic, holding him as though he could shield him from all the pain of the world. He nuzzled his head into the top of Sonic’s, grounding him. “I was so terrified of tainting you… and instead, I ended up destroying you.”

Sonic’s sobs shook his chest, hot and raw against Shadow.

“If… if you’ll have me,” Shadow continued, voice low and steady, “I will never leave again. I will spend the rest of time making up for every second of agony you had to endure. I’ll repay you with my heart, my soul, everything I am. You’re not alone. And never will be ever again.”

Sonic clung to him, trembling, letting himself believe it, letting the raw ache of loss mix with the warmth of being held. For the first time since the devastation, a fragile thread of hope threaded through the grief and for now, that was enough.

Shadow gave him time to work through his emotions enough to calm down. The hedgehogs were curled together in the hospital bed, Sonic resting against Shadow’s chest. Shadow cradled him gently, one hand brushing his head rhythmically, the other holding him close. Sonic’s blue ears flicked forward every time Shadow’s fingers pushed them back, and he keened at the gentle touch.

He didn’t want to forgive Shadow yet not fully but he didn’t want to be anywhere else. Shadow smelled clean, he must have showered the blood off from the fight, the faint lavender sent a shiver straight through Sonic. He fought the urge to purr, to melt completely into the comfort of being held.

Even in his grief and pain, being close to Shadow felt like the only place he could breathe.

Sonic nuzzled closer, his cheek pressed into Shadow’s chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. Every brush of Shadow’s hand over his quills sent warmth spiraling through him, and yet a knot of guilt and shame twisted in his stomach.

He wanted to forgive him. He wanted to melt entirely into this safe, solid presence. But he couldn’t forget the nights of fear, the pain, the loss he had carried alone. Every instinct screamed both to cling and to recoil.

Shadow must have sensed it, his fingers paused for a heartbeat, then returned to gentle, patient strokes. “You don’t have to say anything,” he murmured, voice soft but unwavering. “Just… let me be here with you.”

Sonic’s body softened slightly against Shadow’s chest. Every stroke of Shadow’s fingers over his quills drew small, trembling shivers, each one pulling him closer to the fragile calm he hadn’t felt in days.

“I… I don’t know if I can…” Sonic whispered, voice tight, a thread of guilt and fear threading through it. “I don’t know if I should feel safe… or happy…”

Shadow pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his head. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “You don't have to label it.”

Sonic let out a shuddering breath, his tears soaking into Shadow’s chest. The scent of lavender, the steady heat of Shadow’s body, the quiet rhythm of his heartbeat was all slowly grounding him.

For the first time since everything fell apart, Sonic allowed himself to rest against someone else entirely. Not just his body, but his heart too. And though the ache of loss still throbbed beneath his ribs, Shadow’s presence made it a little easier to bear.

He tilted his head, letting his cheek press closer. “I… I don’t want to be away from you,” he whispered, voice small and raw. “Even if I can’t forgive yet… I don’t want to be away.”

Shadow tightened his hold, wrapping him fully against his chest. “You don’t have to,” he said, voice low, steady, unwavering. “I’m right here. I’ll stay as long as you need.”

Sonic nuzzled closer, the steady rhythm of Shadow’s heartbeat grounding him more than the beeping machines ever could. His chest rose and fell with a deep sigh, exhaustion finally loosening its grip on his body.

Shadow pressed his muzzle into Sonic’s crown, breathing in the faint trace of citrus beneath the sharp tang of antiseptic. Gaia did he miss Sonic’s scent. “You’re safe now,” he murmured. “I’ll make sure you stay that way.”

Sonic gave a little hum, the kind that might have turned into a purr if he hadn’t been so tired. “Safe… sounds nice,” he whispered. His eyelids fluttered, but he fought to keep them open, as if afraid Shadow would vanish the moment he drifted off.

Shadow noticed, and his hand moved in slow, steady strokes down Sonic’s back. “Rest. I’ll be here when you wake. I promise.”

Finally, Sonic let his eyes close, the tension in his body melting by degrees as he burrowed closer into Shadow’s warmth. The faintest rumble escaped him, soft and instinctive, curling through the quiet room.

Shadow’s chest ached at the sound. He kissed Sonic’s temple gently, reverently, and whispered again, “I’m not going anywhere.”

And for the first time in what felt like forever, Sonic slipped into sleep not with fear at his back but with Shadow’s arms around him, holding him steady, holding him.

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Shadow brought Sonic back to his place above the brothel. During Sonic’s hospital stay, he’d destroyed the ankle monitor, he wouldn’t risk his father tracking them, not when Sonic was this fragile. He wasn’t sure whether he would come after them given the circumstances. Doom’s judge had cleared the court fines, but Shadow knew that reprieve wouldn’t last forever, now that technically Sonic’s house arrest had been violated. Espio ensured that under the circumstances they could claim omega abuse, and fight for Immunity due to the assistance putting Doom away. Shadow obliged to the circumstances, earning protection for Sonic by providing intel and working with the precinct. 

The first nights were the hardest. Sonic slept a lot but constantly woke from nightmares trembling, and Shadow would sit with him until the fear ebbed, murmuring steady reassurances until exhaustion finally pulled him back under. He refused to be left alone, and Shadow never pressed him, he simply stayed, letting Sonic curl close, holding him when the emotions got too heavy.

Shadow saw the flinches, though. The way Sonic bristled if a hand came too close to his stomach, the sharp tension even at his own touch. It hurt, but he understood. Sonic had lost something precious, and instincts didn’t let go of that pain easily. Even so, Shadow never pulled away. He kept touching him gently, patiently, stroking his quills, brushing the fur of his cheek, reminding him with every soft contact that he wasn’t alone.

They both mourned, but Shadow gave him something else to hold onto: the steady promise that this time, he wasn’t going anywhere.

He glanced over in the bed, at the small, trembling ball his mate had curled himself into. Bandaged, bruised, and whimpering in his sleep. It had only been days since the nightmare ended, yet the wounds, inside and out, were still raw. Shadow’s chest ached as he leaned closer, gently stroking between Sonic’s ears, trying to soothe the distress radiating from his scent. It was constant. Crushing. A reminder that he wasn’t doing enough.

Sonic’s eyes cracked open, dazed, frightened and then he shot upright in a panic. He scrambled backward, falling off the bed with a sharp cry. His gaze darted around the dark room, the gothic walls closing in like the cage he’d been trapped in. The flash of red and black sent him spiraling.

“N-no no no don’t touch me!” Sonic’s voice cracked into a broken whimper.

Shadow froze, then slowly raised his hands. “No, no, it’s me. It’s not him. You’re safe,” he said, his voice low and steady, as if speaking to a skittish creature ready to bolt.

But Sonic’s breathing came sharp and shallow. He ran a hand through his quills, eyes wet, trying and failing not to cry. The look he gave Shadow pleading, lost, twisted something deep in his chest.

Shadow set his book aside and leaned forward. “Sonic, listen to me. You’re safe here. Nothing will harm you while I’m around. Ever.” He softened, coaxing. “Do you… want to be held?” His instincts screamed to grab him, to shield him, but he held back. This time, he would only move with Sonic’s consent.

Sonic’s lips trembled as he wiped a tear from his cheek. Then, with a tiny nod, he crawled back into bed straight into Shadow’s waiting arms.

Shadow pulled him close, feeling the way he shook against him. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked gently.

Sonic’s voice cracked. “I don’t… I just- I hate this. I hate being scared. I hate fighting my instincts. I hate that I...” He bit his lip, eyes squeezing shut.

Shadow exhaled heavily, lowering his gaze. “That you hate… that you love me,” he finished for him, the words like shards in his throat.

But Sonic shook his head, burying himself against Shadow’s chest. “No… Shads, I don’t...I do but...I don't hate that I love you...but” His voice broke, muffled by tears. “Fuck...I’m so messed up.”

Shadow’s arms tightened around him, rubbing slow circles into his back. “Maybe we should wait until you’re calmer to talk about this,” he murmured, though his heart was hammering.

Sonic shifted suddenly, climbing on top of him as though he couldn’t get close enough, pressing his face against Shadow’s fur and inhaling his scent like it was the only thing keeping him tethered. “I’m damaged goods… I don’t want you to leave me…”

Shadow’s growl slipped out before he could stop it, deep and protective. Sonic flinched, and instantly Shadow regretted it. He closed his eyes, forcing the rage down, and cupped the back of Sonic’s head. His voice came soft, steady, unwavering.

“You are not damaged goods. Don’t ever say that again.” His tone was firm, but tender. “You’re my most precious mate. You’ve survived things no one should ever endure. You’re hurt, yes...but not broken. If normal never comes back, that’s okay. I’ll love you through whatever comes.”

He pressed a kiss to Sonic’s forehead, holding him tight as if nothing could pry them apart again.

Shadow’s words settled over Sonic like a balm, steady and warm, but his chest still heaved with uneven breaths. He wanted to argue, wanted to insist he was broken beyond repair but the way Shadow held him, strong yet so gentle, made the words stick in his throat.

He tucked his face deeper into Shadow’s chest, gripping at his fur as though afraid he might vanish again. He hated himself for craving it, for needing it but his body didn’t care.

A soft, trembling purr slipped out of him.

Sonic’s eyes widened, mortified. He tried to swallow it back, pressing a hand over his mouth, but it only rumbled louder against Shadow’s chest. His ears flicked back in shame, quills bristling. “D-dammit… I didn’t mean-”

Shadow’s chest vibrated with a quiet hum of his own, not a purr, but something deep and soothing that blended with Sonic’s tremor. He nuzzled his muzzle gently into Sonic’s head. “Don’t fight it,” he whispered. “It means you feel safe. That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you now.”

Sonic shook, torn between tears and the warmth spreading through him. His body betrayed him again, the purr rising stronger, steady, undeniable now.

“Can I sleep like this?,” Sonic mumbled weakly into Shadow’s fur, though the sound was broken by the soft vibration in his chest.

Shadow smiled faintly, brushing a kiss across Sonic’s forehead once more. “Yes, my love”

Sonic let himself relax completely, letting the steady rhythm of Shadow’s heartbeat and his own purr lull him to sleep. 

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Sonic’s ears twitched at the faint hiss of voices. He jolted upright, pawing blindly at the bed empty. No Shadow. Panic surged hot through his chest. He scrambled upright, every movement dragging knives of pain through his bruised body. Without morphine or the haze of adrenaline, he felt every wound, raw and screaming.

The whispers came again, sharper this time, and his ears swiveled instinctively toward Shadow’s office. The door stood ajar, spilling a sliver of light into the dark. Heart thundering, Sonic staggered closer, wincing with each step, until he reached it. He pressed his side against the frame, peering through the narrow crack.

Shadow stood rigid, arms folded tight, scowl carved deep across his face. But Sonic’s stomach dropped at the sight of Infinite, looming close, boxing Shadow in against his own desk. The jackal’s arms braced on either side, tail flicking lazily behind him, predatory. His heterochromatic eyes drank in every inch of Shadow, gleaming with hunger.

Sonic’s fingers curled into the wood of the doorframe. His breath hitched. The silence between the whispers stretched taut, electric, as if something dangerous balanced on a knife’s edge.

“Come on,” Infinite drawled, stepping closer. “I know you haven’t fucked or been fucked in weeks. You’re on the roster. I can pay.”

“I said no.” Shadow’s voice was a low growl, deadly restrained. “My injured mate is in the next room. If you wake him...” In one swift motion he had Infinite by the throat, claws digging in as he dragged the jackal forward, muzzle inches away. “I’ll end you.”

Infinite shivered, smiling crookedly. “Mmm… yes. That’s more like it. Rough.”

Shadow shoved him back with disgust, wiping his palm as though tainted. “Find someone else’s leg to hump.”

The office door creaked open. Both snapped their heads toward it. Sonic stood there, small and fragile in the doorframe, bandages peeking beneath his shirt. His ears pinned flat, quills bristling faintly as his sleepy eyes focused on Infinite.

“Sonic?” Shadow’s voice dropped into something tender, shame flickering across his face.

But Sonic walked forward, slow and deliberate despite the stiffness in his movements. He slid himself between them, chin tilted stubbornly.

The crack of his palm striking Infinite’s face echoed like a whip. Sonic’s chest rose and fell sharply. “Stop trying to touch what isn’t yours. He’s mine.”

For the first time, Infinite was silent, eyes widening a fraction.

Shadow’s hand immediately found Sonic’s shoulder, grounding him, torn between pride and worry. “Sonic… you don’t need to waste your strength on him. Let me handle this.”

But Sonic shook his head, voice low and shaking with the weight of truth. “No. I am fine. This dog needs to be taught a lesson.”

He winced faintly as he folded his arms, but he didn’t back down. When Infinite dared to reach for him, Sonic slapped the hand away with venom in his glare. “Don’t. Touch. Me.”

The silence after was heavy, charged.

Then Sonic turned, stepping closer to Shadow. His smaller frame pressed right into him, palms flattening against his chest. He tipped his head up, eyes softening just for him. “You’re mine,” he whispered again, quieter this time, meant for Shadow alone.

Shadow’s heart clenched. For all his fury at Infinite, it was that fragile confession that undid him. He wrapped an arm carefully around Sonic’s waist, holding him steady, protective.

Infinite sneered, clutching his jaw. But Sonic didn’t even glance at him anymore. His focus was entirely on Shadow, the air between them thick with the heady mix of their pheromones, harmonizing as if daring anyone to interfere.

“My Alpha,” Sonic murmured again, pressing closer, voice loving but resolute. “And nothing you do will change that. So go bark up another tree.”

Infinite’s grin faltered, his cocky posture stiffening as his arms folded across his chest. “I am not someone to be disregarded so quickly.”

Shadow’s eyes slid from his mate back to the jackal, warmth draining in an instant. His gaze hardened, voice dropping into a razor-edged growl. “And this is a place of business. You’ve already violated our terms and conditions more times than I can count.” He straightened to his full height, radiating dominance like a stormcloud. “Two can play your little game. But if you think putting up a fight will win you my attention…” His lips curled into something cruel, promising. “…you’ll be sorely disappointed.”

Infinite’s lip curled, but he didn’t retreat. Instead, he leaned against the wall, his single eye narrowing with spite. “You’re going to regret talking to me like that. Both of you. You think you’re untouchable just because you’ve got each other?” He scoffed, tail lashing. “I’ll show you what happens when you cross me.”

Sonic bristled, his quills lifting, but Shadow’s hand pulled him gently to his chest, holding him back. Shadow’s expression was unreadable, but his aura was suffocating.

“Leave,” Shadow commanded, his voice cold enough to freeze the air between them. “Before I make you.”

Infinite let out a mocking laugh, but it faltered when Shadow took a single step forward, his claws flexing. The jackal could feel the promise of violence radiating off him not a threat, but inevitability. Infinite’s bravado cracked, and with a final scowl, he turned and stormed out, muttering curses under his breath.

The door slammed, and silence returned.

Sonic let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, trembling slightly as he leaned into Shadow. The scent of his Alpha enveloped him, grounding him, pulling the fight right out of his body.

“You didn’t have to...” Sonic started, voice soft.

“Yes, I did,” Shadow interrupted, gentler now. He turned Sonic’s chin, forcing their eyes to meet. “No one disrespects you. No one threatens what’s mine.”

Sonic’s cheeks flushed, his anger and fear giving way to a warmth that made his chest ache. He pressed closer, burying his face against Shadow’s fur with a shaky sigh. “Thank you...for making me feel safe…”

Shadow wrapped him up fully, protective and tender now that the danger had passed. He nuzzled into Sonic’s neck, a low rumble in his chest. “Stay with me, I'll always keep you safe.”

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Shadow had kept his word. He never left Sonic unattended, always close enough to be a steady presence but careful to give him space when it was needed. He brought him breakfast in bed every morning, sometimes with fresh flowers tucked into the tray, small reminders that he was cherished. If Sonic had known all it would take to knock some sense into his stubborn Alpha was one sharp slap, he would’ve done it ages ago. Now Shadow was doing everything he could to show his devotion.

Sonic, meanwhile, had traded the chaos of the lounge for quieter shifts at Gemstone Remedies. Stocking shelves gave his hands something to do, and helping customers at the counter gave him reason to wear his easy, practiced smile. It wasn’t exciting, but it was steady, something that kept his mind from wandering to darker places. And every time he glanced up to see Shadow waiting outside when his shift ended, that heaviness in his chest lightened just a little more.

Rouge made it a habit to stop by, especially on mornings when Shadow was tied up at the precinct with Espio. She slipped inside before opening hours, locking the door behind her with a click. “Morning, Blue. How are you holding up?”

Sonic let out a long sigh, glancing up from where he knelt on the floor. He was halfway through lining up bottles of flavored lube, their bright labels catching the light. “I’m okay,” he said, voice a little flat but steady. “Just keeping busy. Shadow’s with Espio today, right?”

“Mhmm,” Rouge hummed, shifting a few bottles on the shelf above him. “Seems like they made real progress turning those serums over to the police. Add in the camera footage of Doom at the lounge, and… well, looks like this is going to trial. We’ll have to patch over the seedier sides of the House of Obsidian for now, but the case is strong.”

Sonic’s ears flicked, perking and then flattening. “Wait, didn't Shadow need those? To keep his ruts under control or something?” He tipped his head, worry lacing his voice.

Rouge’s smile softened, though there was a trace of guilt in her eyes. “He insisted. He wants Black Doom put away so badly, he’s willing to push through it. Working with the feds, no less.” She set the last bottle down, dusting her hands. “His ruts will be harder without the serum, sure but he’s dealt with them before.”

Before Sonic could argue, Rouge turned and suddenly caught his hands, gently tugging him up from the floor. “You’re still healing, Blue. Don’t push it. Go sit.”

Sonic let her guide him, his arms brushing against his ribs as he moved still sore, the slowest wounds to mend. He settled behind the front counter where a small TV was playing the news, his gaze flickering toward the screen but not really focusing. “Is… there anything I can do? To help with his rut?” His voice was quiet, careful.

Rouge bit her lip as she finished with the shelves, then came to lean casually over the counter, though her eyes were sharp and kind. “Shadow’s ruts are… dangerous. You know he doesn’t exactly stay a whole hedgehog.” She tilted her head, watching him closely. “But now that he’s mated? Things may be different.”

She reached out, cupping his cheek with her gloved hand, her touch surprisingly gentle. “Omegas have powerful effects on their Alphas, Blue. Maybe enough that he won’t need that gods-awful red sludge Doom was pumping into him. And thank Chaos for that. We don't even know what toxins were in it.”

Sonic leaned into her touch, a small flicker of comfort breaking through. “I still haven't completely forgiven him but… his next rut…maybe I could-” His words cut off as a voice from the TV snagged his ears. Familiar. Too familiar.

His head whipped toward the small screen behind the counter.

“As the new head of DoomCorp, I plan to take the company in a new direction. With the sudden allegations against my father, I plan to prove that Doomcorp is here to help the city thrive” Eclipse’s voice rang out, smooth and practiced. He stood at a podium, dressed sharp, the smile on his face far too calm, far too controlled. “Some time ago, I suffered a horrible accident that nearly cost me my life. Thanks to the staff here at Metropolis Central Hospital, I survived. And so my first act as CEO will be to donate an entire new hospital wing, complete with state-of-the-art technology and groundbreaking research. I am appointing Dr.Starline as an Overseer for our new Omega program I am sponsoring. For far too long, they have suffered injustices, but access to care will no longer be one.”

Then his eyes cut directly into the camera, crimson gleaming like a predator in wait. “My heart goes out to those in need.”

The words pierced Sonic like a blade. His body locked up, fur bristling, ears flat against his skull. He stumbled back into the counter, knocking over a small box of pamphlets, his breathing sharp and ragged. His stomach twisted violently he thought he might throw up.

Rouge turned at the sound, her expression darkening when she saw the panic on his face. “Blue…” she whispered, reaching for him.

But Sonic couldn’t tear his eyes away from the screen. His hands shook violently as he gripped the counter edge like it was the only thing keeping him standing. “H-how… why… Black Doom treated him like dirt. This....it doesn't make any sense!” His voice cracked, broken, as Eclipse’s smile lingered onscreen, a smug ghost haunting him.

Rouge’s jaw clenched. “Well. This just got a hell of a lot more complicated. Chaos Sonic, you’re shaking” She pulled him into her arms, letting her pheromones slip out soft and steady. “Breathe.”

Sonic pressed into her chest, but his eyes stayed locked on the TV. “The crowd’s eating it up. They can’t even see he’s a monster.” His voice cracked. “Rouge… if he’s smiling like that, doesn’t it mean he won? Doesn’t it mean he’s still coming for me?”

Rouge’s gaze flicked to the screen, sharp. “No. It means he’s desperate. CEOs don’t hand the reins to their kid unless something’s burning down around them. Doom’s still in charge, Eclipse is just his sick mask.”

“Yeah? Then why does it feel like he’s staring right at me?” Sonic shuddered. “You don’t think he’ll hold a grudge?”

“Oh, honey,” Rouge murmured, tightening her grip. “I am sorry to say this but Eclipse was born holding grudges. But Shadow’s got his teeth in him now. Doom knows it. Eclipse knows it. That’s why he’s scrambling.”

Sonic’s breath stuttered. He pointed suddenly at the screen, finger trembling. “Rouge look! Behind him!”

Her eyes snapped up.

“It’s him!” Sonic’s voice was panicked, rising. “The one who said I was his fated mate. That’s Mephiles!”

Rouge’s lips parted, her usual calm shaken for a beat. “Mephiles?” Her eyes narrowed at the green hedgehog grouped in with the reporters around Eclipse. “I’ve seen him before…”

“He’s Infinite’s boss, He has been to Obsidian before," Sonic blurted, clutching her sleeve. “The jackal’s been circling us for weeks, causing trouble. If that guy’s tied to Eclipse, then...” His words cut off, a shaky exhale rattling from his chest. “Rouge, I don’t want to be anywhere near them.”

Rouge turned off the TV and cupped his cheek, forcing him to meet her eyes. “Listen to me. Eclipse can scheme all he wants. We are going to keep you safe, you just can't do anything reckless. No chasing shadows, okay?.”

Sonic swallowed hard. “…okay”

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Shadow leaned against the edge of Espio’s desk, sipping his coffee with infuriating calm as the news droned on in the background. Eclipse’s smiling face filled the screen, all benevolence and false charity.

“Seems my father has changed tactics,” Shadow muttered, his tone almost casual.

Espio pinched the bridge of his nose, jaw tight. “ Of course Doom will make it more difficult.” 

“You have underestimated him, if you think he wouldn't” Shadow took another sip.

Espio sighed. “This is a pivot. DoomCorp’s rotting from the inside, and they know it. So they slap Eclipse in front of a camera with a donation speech and suddenly the public thinks he’s a saint.”

Shadow’s crimson eyes narrowed. “And the public eats it up, blind as ever. Doom hides, Eclipse plays puppet, and everyone forgets the blood on their hands.”

Espio’s voice sharpened. “That’s exactly the problem. They’ve reframed the narrative. Doom isn’t the monster anymore he's ‘stepped aside.’ And Eclipse? The sudden beta golden boy. The one fighting for the weak. You see the danger?”

“I see a mask,” Shadow snapped, setting his cup down hard enough to rattle the desk. “And masks can be ripped off.”

Espio leaned forward, meeting his gaze with cold precision. “You think Doom hasn’t planned this? Every move we make, he’s already accounted for. Eclipse isn’t just a distraction...he’s bait. I can’t believe he is even alive after the way you eviscerated him. Designed to lure out exactly the kind of reckless fury you’re itching to unleash.”

Shadow’s lip curled, but he stayed silent, the tension sharp between them.

Espio continued, his voice low and cutting. “We need proof. Evidence. The kind that will hold up in trial.”

Shadow’s fists clenched against the desk. “And while we play politics, he circles closer to Sonic. To my mate.” His voice cracked like thunder, his restraint slipping. “Do you understand what’s at stake?”

Espio didn’t flinch. “I do. More than you think. Which is why we can’t afford mistakes. We want Doom in chains, not martyred on live TV.”

For a long moment, only the sound of the news broadcast filled the room, Eclipse's voice praising “justice for Omegas.”

Shadow finally exhaled through his nose, slow and sharp. “…Then tell me what you need from me.”

Espio leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing. “We need to think like Doom. Anticipate every move, not react to it.”

Shadow’s jaw tightened. He closed his eyes for a moment, then spoke low. “I do not believe he knows we’re working together. He knows I don’t trust… cops. No offense.”

“None taken,” Espio muttered, already scribbling notes.

“He’ll assume I think his next target is Sonic. Doom knows Sonic is my weakness. But whether he’s after another heir or something darker…” Shadow’s ear flicked, his attention snapping to the TV. His crimson eyes widened. “Wait.”

Espio looked up, startled by the sudden shift.

On screen, Eclipse faced the reporters, expression calm and sympathetic, almost saintly.

“Yes, the cause is near and dear to my heart,” the darkling said smoothly. “My own mate is trapped in an abusive relationship with an alpha that force claimed them, they have even been hospitalized from the violence they’ve endured. Even as a beta it is our duty to protect those who cannot protect themselves.”

Shadow’s claws dug into the desk, quills rising like blades. His voice was a growl, raw and dangerous. “He’s talking about Sonic…And if he thinks he can use him as his pawn, I’ll tear him apart before he takes another step.”

Espio slammed a file down. “No. That’s exactly what Doom wants to bait you. We don’t even know the angle yet.”

Shadow turned, fury simmering. “The angle is obvious. He’s painting Sonic as his, as if I can’t protect my own mate. He’s undermining me. He’s declaring war.”

Espio met his glare without flinching. “Then we outsmart him. Not outshout him. Not outbleed him. Outsmart. That’s how we win.”

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Shadow’s thumb traced lightly over Sonic’s cheek, savoring the softness of his mate’s fur. The room was still wrapped in predawn silence, the city outside asleep. A call from Espio had him heading to the precinct about a witness insisting only Shadow could hear them out. After a week of chasing ghosts with no leads, he couldn’t ignore it. But leaving Sonic asleep and alone always weighed heavy on his chest.

He bent down, lips brushing softly against Sonic’s. The kiss was meant to be feather-light, just a fleeting goodbye. But the moment Sonic stirred, his lashes fluttering open, that sleepy little hum vibrated against Shadow’s mouth and pulled him deeper.

Sonic shifted, lips parting to deepen the kiss, his scent warm and sweet from slumber. “Mmhh... what time is it? It’s still dark out,” he mumbled groggily, voice husky.

Shadow couldn’t help the smile tugging at his mouth. He pressed another kiss, then another, trailing down Sonic’s muzzle, brushing along his jaw, then sinking against the tender fur of his throat. “Espio called… about a witness. I didn’t want you to wake and find me gone,” he murmured against Sonic’s skin, his voice low and velvety.

Sonic tugged him closer, fingers curling into Shadow’s fur. His body leaned into the touches with instinctual want, his pheromones faint but unmistakably laced with arousal. The bond between them thrummed, subtle but insistent.

Shadow’s breath hitched as he flicked his tongue over Sonic’s bite mark. His Omega shivered, back arching slightly as the sensation raced through him. “Sonic… are you-”

“I was having a really good dream about you,” Sonic purred, rolling his hips just enough to make the contact undeniable. His half-lidded gaze burned with mischief, a small, wicked smile curving his lips.

It was enough to unravel every ounce of Shadow’s restraint. A desperate sound almost broke free of him. Fuck, he wanted him. They hadn't been intimate since before Sonic’s incarceration. He had sworn to wait until Sonic was ready, but his mate’s teasing, needy expression made his self-control fray at the edges.

“I’ll make it up to you when I get back,” Shadow whispered hoarsely, fangs grazing the bite mark before closing his mouth over it. He sucked gently, earning a soft, breathy moan that made his chest clench.

Sonic giggled through the sound, breath unsteady. “Mmh… you’d better hurry. Or I’ll start without you,” he teased, dragging him back into one last kiss, deep, languid, and intoxicating. He pulled away with a sultry grin. “See you when I wake up.”

Shadow lingered, reluctant to part. As he stood, he brushed back a stray quill, the touch tender, reverent. His crimson eyes softened as he looked down at his mate curled beneath the sheets, their bond thrumming with love even in exhaustion. “I’ll hurry,” he promised, voice low with devotion. 

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Shadow grimaced as he poured himself a cup of the precinct’s coffee. It was bitter, watery sludge, but it was better than nothing. He leaned against the counter, waiting while Espio prepped the interrogation room. The chameleon returned a moment later, his expression calm but firm.

“The room’s ready. Keep your head level. One question at a time. Don’t lead them, don’t speculate,” Espio instructed, his voice clipped.

Shadow arched a brow. “I am not an idiot.”

Espio crossed his arms. “No, but you are reckless when it comes to your Omega. I won’t have you blowing this because you can’t keep your temper.”

A low growl rumbled in Shadow’s throat. “Say what you mean, Espio.”

“I mean,” the chameleon said coolly, “if this witness pushes the wrong button, you might scare him off before we get anything useful.”

Shadow’s quills bristled, but he pushed off the counter. “Fine. After this I need help with a restraining order anyway.” He grumbled, his mind wandering to Infinite briefly. “Let’s get this over with. I don’t see why he couldn’t talk to you instead.”

He strode down the hall, his boots heavy against the tile. But as he passed the one-way glass, his steps faltered.

Sitting calmly at the table was the black-and-green hedgehog.

Mephiles.

The same bastard who had looked Sonic in the eyes and claimed to be his fated mate.

Shadow’s fists clenched so hard the styrofoam cup cracked in his hand, hot coffee spilling over his glove. His pulse thundered in his ears as his crimson eyes narrowed, locked on the smirking figure behind the glass.

“What the hell is he doing here?” Shadow hissed.

Espio’s gaze slid to him. “Now you understand my warning.”

Shadow didn’t tear his eyes from the glass. His voice was low, dangerous. “Is he working with Doom?”

Espio shook his head slightly. “That’s what we’re going to find out. But if you go in there breathing fire, we won’t get answers, only silence.”

Shadow exhaled slowly through his nose, but his whole body vibrated with restraint. He couldn’t believe it, Mephiles, sitting smug in their interrogation room. He had seen him during the interview, hovering around Eclipse. His chest burned with fury and something else, an instinctive, primal need to protect Sonic.

“…This just got a lot more complicated,” he muttered darkly.

Espio set his notepad down with a deliberate thump as they both walked in and sat down. “You asked for this meeting, Mephiles. Start talking. What do you know about Doom’s next move?”

Mephiles leaned back casually, his eyes sliding over to Shadow. “Nice to see you again Shadow.” His smirk deepened, gaze raking up and down the hybrid like he was undressing him in his head. “You are quite the Alpha specimen when you are up close, I see why Sonic is all over you.” 

Shadow’s glare sharpened. “Stop wasting our time. What’s his plan?”

“You assume I’m his lapdog. I’m not. Doom plays his game; I play mine. But sometimes… paths cross.” Mephiles steepled his fingers. “The charity front is just theater. Doom and Eclipse are pushing for legislation, a ‘Mate Registry.’ It’s dressed up to look like protection for Omegas. ‘Track abusers’. Prevent them from being forced into dangerous pairings. A noble lie.”

Espio’s brow furrowed. “But the registry would give them legal control.”

“Exactly,” Mephiles said, lips curling. “Once every Omega is accounted for, they’ll decide who goes where. Who belongs to who. And conveniently, Omegas who vanish in the system won’t raise questions. Perfect cover for their trafficking network.”

Shadow’s fists clenched, his quills bristling. “They’d sell Omegas like livestock…” His voice dropped to a dangerous growl.

Mephiles gave a single, slow nod. “And the mayor? He’s leaning toward approval. Doom’s Saint-like-Son dangling charity money and good press like bait. It’s working.”

Espio pressed, voice clipped. “Where are the facilities? The labs? We can’t shut this down without proof.”

Mephiles hesitated, eyes flicking between them. “That’s trickier. Doom is covering his tracks. Relocations, shell companies, paperwork vanishing overnight. If you want the location, you’ll need more than me.”

Shadow exhaled sharply through his nose, jaw locked and then it hit him.

His breath caught, body going rigid. A hot rush of arousal lanced through his chest, foreign but unmistakable. Sonic. His mate’s sudden pleasure flooded the bond, unbidden, curling into Shadow’s gut with molten heat.

Shadow’s claws bit into his palms. He tried to ground himself, but his ears were ringing, his heart hammering. Not now.

Espio caught the flicker in Shadow’s posture. “...Shadow?”

Shadow forced his voice steady, though it came out strained. “Continue. Where… where are they moving product? The illegal drugs?”

Mephiles raised a brow, oblivious to Shadow’s turmoil. “Underground channels. Shipments disguised as medical supplies. And with Eclipse’s new Omega hospital wing? They’ll have shipments going in and out constantly, and no one will question a thing.”

Shadow’s teeth ground together. Another surge from the bond twisted through him, making his breath stutter. He angled his face toward the wall, hiding the faint flush at his ears.

Espio leaned forward, sharp. “You’ve given us enough to start pulling threads. But if you’re holding back, Mephiles, you’ll be the first one in the fire when Doom falls.”

Mephiles smirked, unbothered. “I’ve told you what I know. Whether you can stop him before the bill passes… that’s your problem.” His gaze lingered on Shadow, sharp and teasing. “It also occurs to me that they pay attention to your Omega.”

Shadow’s quills bristled, red eyes narrowing. “What do you mean?”

Mephiles leaned casually against the interrogation table, voice slow and deliberate, each word punctuated with amusement. “I hear my fated mate has quite the lineup for his attention. That both Doom and Eclipse want him in their grasp.” His lips curved into a mischievous grin. 

Shadow’s chest tightened. A jolt of heat shot through him as Sonic’s pleasure pulsed suddenly across their mating bond, sharp and insistent. His tail flicked, claws flexing against the desk. The hybrid swallowed hard, fighting to keep his composure, but Mephiles noticed.

“You’re tense,” Mephiles purred, stepping closer, eyes locking on Shadow’s. “Does mentioning your Omega strike a nerve?.” He leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper. “Infinite said you enjoyed...releasing tension, I could help.”

Shadow’s ears twitched, his body rigid. “Stop… talking.” His voice was low, strained, a growl threatening at the edges.

Mephiles chuckled softly, letting a finger trace the rim of a glass on the table. “Oh, I won’t stop… not when you’re this interesting.” His eyes locked on Shadow’s, watching every flicker of conflict, of danger, fury, and something darker, something that made him unmistakably tense. “I’ve heard that a strong mating bond can translate everything. Pain… and...pleasure.”

Shadow’s claws dug into the table, teeth bared. His voice cracked slightly, betraying the coil of arousal and panic he couldn’t ignore. “What of it?”

Leaning back, Mephiles smirked, enjoying the way Shadow’s composure wavered. “Would you know if he were in danger?” His gaze lingered, predatory, taunting.

Shadow’s breath hitched. Sonic’s pleasure surged through the bond, sharp and teasing, forcing every nerve in his body taut. His tail twitched involuntarily; his mind spun between the danger to his mate and the heat of Mephiles’ teasing.

“That fire in your eyes…” Mephiles murmured, leaning closer, voice low and intimate. “You crave him more than you admit. And if anything happens to your precious Omega…” He paused, letting the weight of the words hang in the air. “…you’ll go to great lengths to keep him safe, even self sacrifice?”

Shadow’s claws flexed, jaw tight. Every instinct screamed to strike, to tear Mephiles apart but another part of him, flushed with arousal and frustration, trembled under the twin pulls of the bond and Mephiles’ deliberate provocation.

Espio cleared his throat sharply. “Shadow. Focus.”

Shadow’s eyes snapped back to the chameleon, forcing himself to rein in the chaotic mix of rage, lust, and worry. He pushed away from the table, movements clipped, deliberate, cold. “We’re done here.” His growl carried a warning, a controlled edge masking the pull of the bond that still made his body ache.

Espio’s eyes narrowed as he gathered the papers, sensing something off with Shadow, but wisely staying silent for now.

Shadow stormed out of the interrogation room, tail flicking with irritation and pent-up need.

That was when it hit him, Sonic must have woken while he was gone. The realization brought a low, eager growl from his throat. He should’ve been there. He should’ve been the one coaxing moans from Sonic’s lips, not miles away wasting time with Mephiles’ venom.

Still buzzing with tension, Shadow left the precinct without so much of a goodbye. Mephiles’ threats still echoed in his mind, but they were nothing compared to the fire of the bond. His mate was awake, needy, waiting.

A thrill shot through him at the thought, excitement twining with relief. His strides lengthened into a near-run, every step carrying him faster through the city until he reached his bike. The engine roared to life beneath him, the vibration running through his body like an extension of his need.

Shadow leaned low over the handlebars, speeding through the streets. The world blurred around him, neon and shadows flashing past, but all he could feel was the bond pulling him home hot, urgent, insistent. His pulse hammered in time with the engine, every second away from Sonic unbearable.

By the time the brothel came into view, he was nearly trembling with anticipation, every muscle wound tight, every thought consumed by one truth.

Back to Sonic. Back to what was his.

 °. ⋆༺☾𖤓༻⋆. °

Sonic stirred awake with a slow, shaky breath, his body flushed and heavy with heat. Every nerve felt stretched taut, the coil in his core winding tighter and tighter. Something slick and relentless pushed deep inside him, each movement drawing his breath higher, while deft fingers circled his swollen bud in maddening, precise strokes.

His lashes fluttered, a low moan breaking free before he could swallow it down. Instinct betrayed him, his thighs parted wider, trembling, desperate for more. The attention only grew harsher, sharper, the pressure on his most sensitive spot making his back arch, toes curling against the sheets.

A sliver of vision cut through the haze, black and red filling his sight, lust and hunger tangled violently in his chest. He snapped his eyes shut again, unable to hold the image, overwhelmed as pleasure threatened to swallow him whole.

When the strokes quickened, when the rhythm inside him deepened, the coil snapped. Sonic’s head fell back with a ragged cry, body bowing as the pleasure broke over him like a tidal wave. Sonic cried out, his voice high and trembling, his whole body jerking as release tore through him. Heat pulsed from his core in desperate waves, spilling over the tongue buried deep in his pussy, soaking the thighs that trembled uncontrollably.

His hips rocked helplessly into the thrusts, every movement dragging him deeper into the raw aftershocks. He couldn’t stop himself, his walls clenched greedily around the slick intrusion, milking it, holding it, as if his body refused to let go.

Panting, Sonic whimpered as another ripple of release shook him. His back arched, chest flushed and heaving, the sound of his moans breaking apart into shuddery gasps.

Even as the orgasm ebbed, little sparks of pleasure refused to die down, keeping his body twitching, oversensitive and raw. The circles at his clit never truly stopped, dragging him higher again, teasing him toward the edge he thought he had already fallen from.

“What a way.. to wake up...o-okay...S-shads you can stop” Sonic barely had time to catch his breath before the pleasure twisted sharp again. His thighs quivered, trying to snap shut, but the hand working his clit wouldn’t let him. Every tiny circle sent sparks ricocheting through him, his body jerking as if he couldn’t take it, yet couldn’t escape it.

“Ah...ahhh, n-no!” His voice broke in a desperate cry, his hips twitching upward against the relentless rhythm. Tears clung to his lashes, his face flushed deep crimson as another wave crashed over him far too soon.

“S-shadow ‘ts too much” His whole body writhed, caught between agony and ecstasy, a choked sob turning into a moan as his back arched off the bed. He shifted instinctively, wanting to bury his hand in Shadow’s quills but the moment he tried, his wrists refused to move. A strange weight pulled at them, a tingling numbness creeping down his arms. Sonic’s eyes snapped open, confusion dissolving into raw dread.

“Shadow? Why-” His voice faltered, strangled in his throat, as his gaze fell to the figure between his spread thighs.

Not Shadow.

Red and black, but wrong.

Eclipse lifted his head with a slow, deliberate lick of his lips, Sonic’s slick shining across his mouth. A guttural chuckle rolled from him, dark and satisfied.

“Oh, Sonic,” he purred, voice dripping with cruelty. “If I’d known you tasted this divine, I’d have claimed you long ago.” He dragged his tongue across his lips again, savoring the slick like sacred nectar, eyes gleaming with hunger.

Sonic’s breath hitched violently. His chest heaved, panic clawing at his lungs as the truth crashed down on him. His throat worked, soundless at first, until a broken rasp tore free. “N-no… no…!”

Eclipse’s grin widened at the trembling denial. He reached up, claws stroking along Sonic’s jaw as if mocking tenderness. “Speechless is one thing… but I’d rather hear you moan my name instead of my brother’s.”

That snapped Sonic’s voice back. “NO! ROUGE! KNUCKLES! SOMEB-mmph!” His cry for help was cut off in an instant, Eclipse’s hand clamping down over his mouth, muffling the desperate sound into pitiful vibrations against his palm.

“Shhh.” Eclipse leaned close, his breath hot and predatory against Sonic’s ear. “You were so much sweeter pliant… so soft, so eager. Awake, you’re just loud.” His smirk sharpened into something feral as he reached for the nightstand, retrieving a leather gag.

In one swift motion, he shoved it between Sonic’s lips, buckling it tight behind his head. Sonic thrashed weakly, muffled protests spilling into the gag, his cheeks wet with tears of fury and shame.

Eclipse only laughed low, drinking in the sight like it was ecstasy. “Perfect. Now you’re exactly how I want you.”

Sonic writhed, muffled cries vibrating against the gag, fury blazing in his eyes even as they brimmed with tears. He shook his head violently, trembling, every line of his body screaming no. But the betraying heat pooling low in his stomach told another story, one he couldn’t control.

Eclipse noticed immediately. His grin spread slow, wolfish, as his claws trailed down Sonic’s heaving chest. “Mmm… look at you,” he purred, his voice thick with triumph. “Fighting me with your words, but your body?” His fingers slipped lower, teasing across trembling thighs before brushing against the damp heat between them. “Your body knows what it wants.”

Sonic jolted, a muffled, furious scream breaking through the gag, but his hips betrayed him, arching just barely into the touch. Shame scorched him from the inside out, his cheeks burning as tears leaked down the corners of his eyes. He shook his head harder, his body at war with itself.

Eclipse’s gaze lingered on him, dark amusement curling his lips. Slowly, deliberately, his hand slid up from Sonic’s thigh, spreading over the hedgehog’s taut stomach.

Sonic went rigid, a sharp whimper caught in his throat as his wide eyes locked on Eclipse’s. His chest rose and fell in quick, shallow bursts, terror flooding through every nerve.

“Being a Prime Omega,” Eclipse mused, his tone maddeningly calm, “your chances of carrying an Alpha pup are far higher regardless of who your mate is. And with a Prime Alpha such as my brother…” He leaned down, eyes gleaming. “…it’s almost guaranteed. But I don’t mind rolling the dice. I have finally come around to see things my father's way.”

Panic detonated inside Sonic. He thrashed violently, kicking and twisting, his muffled cries sharp and raw. His leg shot up, managing at spot on kick to Eclipse’s jaw.

Eclipse only grinned wider, savoring the frantic resistance before casually glancing at his watch. “You are so lucky I do not have more time today” 

With swift, merciless efficiency, he caught Sonic’s ankles and bound them together. The struggle only made the ropes dig tighter, the helplessness more absolute. Then, with a predator’s calm, he reached for a sleek vibrator, strapping it snug against Sonic’s slick heat.

Sonic’s whole body bucked, muffled pleas rising into desperate, gagged cries as the device pressed against him.

Eclipse’s voice went soft, dangerously calm and the words carried like a knife. Before Sonic could react, a gloved hand clamped around his throat, claws scraping cold against trembling skin. The other hand dove into his pocket and produced a slender injection pen.

Sonic’s eyes flew wide, tears streaking fresh lines down his face as the green liquid inside looked all too familiar. Eclipse’s smile was all predatory amusement. He pressed the needle to the soft flesh of Sonic’s neck and drove it in.

“Tell my brother,” Eclipse whispered, voice honey-thin and cruel, close enough that Sonic could feel the warm breath against his ear, “how easy it was to reach you. Tell him how effortless it would be to ruin you.” He paused, letting the words land like blows. “I won’t kill you. Not today. But I’ll make you wish you were dead.”

Looking at his watch again, he pulled away abruptly, rising from the bed with a sharp inhale as if reining himself back from the edge. His movements were clipped, deliberate, like a predator breaking off a kill mid-hunt. Straightening his coat, he cast Sonic one last feral grin and gave a mocking little wave.

“Get fucked, Sonic.” His voice dripped with sick amusement before he turned on his heel and stormed out, the door slamming behind him.

For a heartbeat, the silence was deafening. Sonic lay bound and gagged, chest heaving, mind spinning. The sudden absence of Eclipse’s presence should have been a relief yet confusion tangled with dread, leaving him raw, unmoored.

And then the vibrator’s steady hum demanded his attention again. The merciless pulse against his wet pussy sent shocks through his body, dragging his focus down into the fire licking at his core. His muscles clenched, thighs trembling, every nerve betraying him.

A muffled whimper broke past the gag. He tried to twist away, to fight it, but the straps held tight. His body arched despite himself, pleasure clawing past fear, burning too bright, too insistent. Shame rolled hot in his chest as tears continued to wet his fur.

Even as he thought, No, no, not like this, his hips jerked, grinding helplessly into the device that wouldn’t let him escape.

°. ⋆༺☾𖤓༻⋆. °

Shadow pushed through the front doors of the House of Obsidian and tore up the stairs, ignoring the startled looks from the customers and staff. His pheromones were leaking, sharp and dominant, warning everyone in his path that he would not be stopped.

By the time Shadow reached his quarters, his chest was heaving, every breath ragged, the bond dragging him forward like a chain through fire. His hand hovered at the doorknob for only a heartbeat then he shoved it open.

His breath hitched.

Sonic lay wriggling on the bed, bound tight, body trembling under waves of overstimulation. His fur was damp with slick, his cheeks streaked with tears. Drool glistened at the corner of his mouth as he arched helplessly, torn between sobs and moans. His hips jerked against the vibrator strapped cruelly against him, each twitch another note of broken music. His pupils were blown wide, hazy until they locked on Shadow. Desperate. Begging.

Shadow’s cock throbbed instantly at the sight. Slow, deliberate, he circled the bed like a predator savoring the moment before the pounce. When he climbed atop his Omega, the mattress dipped beneath his weight. His claws ghosted down Sonic’s flushed chest.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he murmured, voice low and reverent. He leaned in, licking the salt of a tear from Sonic’s cheek. “I was sad you started without me. But now… now I am a little happy you did.”

Shadow cupped Sonic’s tear-streaked face, tilting it up so their eyes met. “All tied up, like a present just for me…” his voice was a low rumble, rough with emotion. His thumb brushed over damp cheeks, but his eyes burned with something more than just lust. “Let me upwrap you~”

Sonic’s muffled cry broke through the gag, frantic headshakes rattling against the pillow. His body betrayed him, keening into the pleasure even as his bound wrists strained. Every whimper carried the edge of panic.

Shadow’s gaze lingered on the bindings. They were too tight, biting into Sonic’s arms and chest, leaving faint marks against his fur. His brow furrowed, desire warring with unease. He wanted to devour the sight before him, to lose himself in the temptation of Sonic’s trembling body, but something wasn’t right.

Leaning down, Shadow pressed his muzzle into the crook of Sonic’s neck. At first, he inhaled the thick haze of lust saturating his mate’s pheromones, but beneath it, faint and trembling, there was something else. Fear. Distress. It was subtle, but the bond confirmed it, a pulse of unease beneath the pleasure.

Shadow’s chest tightened. Carefully, he slid his hand down to Sonic’s thigh, fingers brushing lightly, reassuringly, before flicking the switch to silence the vibrator. The sudden absence of stimulation made Sonic shudder and collapse against the bed, chest heaving, utterly spent.

Sonic whimpered frantically behind the gag, muffled pleas breaking between his sobs. His whole body shook, jerking weakly against the ropes as though trying to escape and wiggle out. 

A nasty feeling slowly crept into Shadows' stomach. Sonic couldn't have done this to himself and Rouge wouldn't be so careless and cruel. His hands shook as he tore the gag away. The moment it fell free, Sonic broke, sobbing.

“Sh-Shads… h-he… Eclipse was h-here!” The words tumbled out in choked gasps, raw and frantic.

Shadow froze, every muscle locking as his blood ran cold. Then his expression shifted, dark, murderous, as he slashed through the ropes with a single swipe of his claws.

“He… did this?” The words left Shadow like venom. His chest heaved, fury coiling hot in his veins. How dare Eclipse step foot in his home. How dare he touch his mate.

As the ropes fell, Sonic collapsed into Shadow’s arms, panting, body trembling from overstimulation and terror. Shadow cradled him, but his own thoughts spiraled, jealousy slicing through his rage. His filthy, wretched brother had seen Sonic like this, Sonic bound, helpless, devastatingly beautiful. His mate, his, reduced to this state by someone else’s hands. The urge to devour him and the urge to kill clashed violently with the sick fury burning in his chest.

“I should have killed him,” Shadow snarled, voice low and shaking with wrath. His fangs bared as he pressed Sonic close. “The very first time he threatened you. The first time he even dared to touch you. I should have ended him.”

Sonic didn’t answer, his tears flowed silently, streaming down his cheeks, his body shaking against Shadow’s hold.

Shadow’s whole body shook with fury, claws flexing, vision red with the thought of Eclipse’s hands on Sonic. His quills bristled, chest heaving with the urge to tear something apart. But then he looked down, at the small, broken whimpers, the way Sonic’s body trembled against his, ears pinned flat with fear.

Shadow’s fists unclenched slowly, tightening their hold on the blue hedgehog once more, the rage burning into something heavier, sharper guilt. His breathing slowed with effort, forcing control back into his body. The blue hedgehog didn’t need his wrath. He needed him.

Sonic’s sobs rattled in his chest as Shadow worked the last of the ropes free, hands sure and trembling with barely contained fury. When at last the bindings fell away, Sonic collapsed into him like a thing unmade, shaking and spent. Shadow didn’t hesitate; he hauled him close, one arm braced under Sonic’s knees, the other curling around his shoulders until the blue hedgehog was wrapped against his chest.

For a long beat they simply clung to each other. Shadow’s breath was hot against the crown of Sonic’s head as he placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. His calming pheromones flooded the room to calm his stressed mate. “I should have been here,” Shadow murmured, each word ragged. His thumb, light and almost hesitant at first, traced tiny circles along Sonic’s spine. “I should have kept you safe. I should have killed him the first time he looked at you wrong.” The words burned, furious and raw, but when he tucked Sonic tighter against him the fury softened into something gentler, impossibly tender. “I’m so sorry.”

Sonic hiccuped, leaning into the contact with a hungry, guilty relief. “I thought it was you,” he confessed between ragged breaths, voice small and ashamed. “When I woke… I wanted you so bad I thought you’d come back early.” He bit his lip; the admission sounded more desperate than he’d expected. “I was scared, Shads.”

Shadow’s hands tightened, not in anger but in possession, careful, protective. He tipped Sonic’s chin up with a fingertip and brushed his lips over the hedgehog’s forehead, then the bridge of his nose, each kiss a soft promise. “You don’t have to be scared when I’m here. I keep making promises that are easily broken, but not anymore,” he said, low and earnest. “I will keep you. I will keep you safe. I won’t let him touch you.”

Sonic’s breath hitched; his eyes blinked up, wet and adoring, shining with a tenderness that cut through every wall Shadow had built. The tremor in his voice when he whispered, “I love you,” cracked something open inside him.

Shadow didn’t answer with words at first. He leaned in, but Sonic was already reaching for him, hands trembling as they cupped his jaw. Their mouths met halfway, crashing together in a kiss that was equal parts desperate and grounding. Sonic poured everything into it, his need, his relief, his claim, while Shadow gave back in kind, a fierce press of lips that softened as it deepened, as if they were stitching each other whole.

When they finally broke apart, foreheads pressed close. Sonic’s breath mingled with Shadow’s, his thumbs still brushing along the line of his mate’s face.

“You’re mine,” Shadow murmured, voice low but steady, not as ownership but as a vow.

Sonic’s answering smile was small, but certain. A fire flashing behind those eyes that Shadow had seen growing brighter. “And you're mine.”

Shadow’s lips trailed down Sonic’s throat, lingering at his scent gland. He didn’t bite not yet. Instead, he lavished it with slow, adoring kisses, his tongue tracing the mark that was already his. “I love you too,” he whispered against the warm, trembling pulse beneath. “I'll erase their claim on you.”

Sonic shuddered, his breath catching, the heat pooling low in his stomach despite the exhaustion that weighed on his body. The bond hummed, alive with the comfort of his Alpha’s presence, weaving through the panic and replacing it with aching, desperate need. He clutched Shadow’s shoulders like he’d fall apart without him, trembling as he slowly moved to straddle him instead.

“I-I don’t wanna think about him anymore,” Sonic murmured, voice ragged but laced with longing. His hips shifted unconsciously, slick entrance grinding against Shadow’s thigh, betraying just how badly he wanted him. “Please, indulge me.”

Those words shattered the last of Shadow’s restraint. He kissed Sonic hard, swallowing every desperate moan. One hand cupped his flushed cheek, the other slid lower, squeezing the supple curve of his ass as he helped Sonic rock down against him.

“You’ll have me,” Shadow growled softly, his voice a low, velvet promise. “Every inch of me. Every sound. Every breath. Yours.”

The words made Sonic melt, his tail quivering as he rutted down harder. He could feel the press of Shadow’s cock straining painfully against the zipper of his pants, and the thought of his Alpha still confined made Sonic whimper in frustration.

He took pity on him, on both of them. With shaking, dexterous fingers, Sonic undid Shadow’s pants, freeing the throbbing, heated length. The size of it made Sonic’s thighs tense, every memory of being stretched around that thickness flashing hot and fast in his mind. His breath hitched, his Alpha's cock twitching as he wrapped a hand around the base, stroking once before smearing the pearly beads of pre with his thumb.

Shadow groaned low in his throat, hips bucking as Sonic leaned forward, grinding his slick mound against the rigid shaft. The contrast of wet heat against swollen flesh sent sparks of pleasure through both of them, every movement a filthy tease.

Sonic bit his lip, panting through his grin as he rutted against him. “Mmm… I missed how big you are, Alpha…”

Sonic’s hand trembled as he lined Shadow’s thick cock against his entrance, the blunt head slicked from his own juices and the steady dribble of pre. His thighs quivered on either side of Shadow’s hips, every nerve in his body screaming for more, for him.

He braced himself against Shadow’s chest, ears twitching, face flushed to his very tips. “Ahh…want you so bad” Sonic whispered, almost to himself, almost ashamed at how much his body craved it.

Shadow only smirked up at him, crimson eyes blazing. His hands gripped Sonic’s waist firmly, possessive, holding him still. “Go on, little one,” he urged, voice rough and commanding. “Take me. Show me how badly you need your Alpha.”

The words alone made Sonic’s body clench, slick dripping as he slowly sank down. The stretch was immediate, deliciously overwhelming, his tight walls parting around Shadow’s girth inch by inch. His breath came out in ragged moans, fingers digging into Shadow’s shoulders as his body trembled from the effort of taking him.

“F-fuck Shadow!” Sonic cried out, head falling back, chest heaving as his entrance stretched wider. He felt full already, stuffed beyond belief, but his body ached for more, for all of him.

Shadow’s grip on his hips tightened, claws pricking ever so slightly into blue fur as he forced himself not to thrust up. His teeth bared, jaw tight with restraint. “That’s it… nghh, look at you, milking me just from sliding down. You were made for this.”

Sonic whimpered at the praise, finally bottoming out with a sharp cry as his ass met Shadow’s hips. His whole body shuddered, clenching greedily around the thick length buried deep inside him. Tears pricked his eyes from the stretch, but the pleasure buzzing through his veins was undeniable.

His chest pressed flush against Shadow’s, nipples leaking from the overwhelming stimulation, smearing warm droplets across black fur. “S-so full… oh Chaos, you’re splitting me open…” Sonic panted, voice breaking between moans.

Shadow groaned at the sensation, lips latching onto Sonic’s throat possessively, fangs scraping along his pulse. “And you’re mine,” he growled into his skin. “Every drop, every cry you belong to me.”

Sonic’s whole body quivered from the stretch, but instead of collapsing into Shadow’s arms, he planted his palms against his Alpha’s chest and held himself upright. His emerald eyes, glassy with need, burned with determination.

“No… this time, I’m leading,” Sonic whispered breathlessly, his voice shaky but laced with heat. He lifted his hips slowly, gasping at the drag of Shadow’s cock along his walls, then dropped back down with a wet slap that echoed in the air.

Shadow’s breath hissed through his teeth, claws fisting the sheets underneath, as he resisted the urge to take back control. His crimson gaze drank in the sight of Sonic bouncing in his cock, chest heaving, flushed and desperate.

“Chaos, Sonic…” Shadow growled, his voice rough with strain. “You’re going to undo me.”

That only spurred the blue hedgehog on. His thighs flexed as he began a steady rhythm, grinding down at the bottom of each thrust to make himself feel every inch and every subtle ridge and vein his Alpha had to offer. His head tipped back, tongue lolling slightly, moans spilling out unabashedly.

“Y-you feel so good,” Sonic gasped, riding him faster now, his own body trembling with overstimulation. “I c-can’t...ahhh...I can’t stop, Shads…”

Shadow finally sat up, chest pressing flush to Sonic’s, but he didn’t break his word. He let Sonic move, let him take control, though his hands roamed freely cupping Sonic’s ass, groping his chest, sliding up his thighs.

Sonic’s moans climbed higher, needier, his body jerking with each downward slam. He didn't want it to end so fast but he had already came multiple times before Shadow got back. His Alpha felt so overwhelmingly good buried deep in his pussy. “Nnhhh...ohh Chaos,” his thighs trembling with the effort of keeping pace. Every drop of sweat that rolled down his temple only seemed to make him move faster, chasing the delicious friction as he rode himself ragged. His nails dug into Shadow’s chest, leaving faint red trails as his head fell back, lips parted in a broken moan.

“Shadow.. nghh...it feels too good...m’ gonna-,” Sonic whimpered, grinding down harder, taking Shadow to the hilt again and again. His body was on fire, stretched and stuffed full, every nerve alight with pleasure.

Shadow’s crimson eyes burned as he watched his Omega unravel above him, every bounce tightening around his cock until it drove him insane. His hands twitched against Sonic’s hips, fighting the urge to seize control, because watching Sonic like this was intoxicating.

Sonic cried out, his body shuddering as an orgasm ripped through him, clenching down on Shadow so tight it dragged a guttural groan from the black hedgehog’s throat. He was still shaking, still twitching through the aftershocks when Shadow finally snapped.

In one fluid motion, Shadow sat up, crushed their mouths together in a bruising kiss, and flipped Sonic onto his back. The blue hedgehog yelped, breathless, his wrists immediately caught in one of Shadow’s hands and pinned against the mattress.

“My turn,” Shadow growled, his voice dark with dominance.

Before Sonic could reply, Shadow slammed back into him, drawing a choked scream from his lover. His thrusts were deep, rough, unrelenting, claiming every inch of Sonic until he was writhing beneath him, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes.

“Sh-Shadow, ahhh...y-you’re too much,” Sonic sobbed, legs instinctively wrapping tighter around his Alpha’s waist.

Shadow leaned down, lips at Sonic’s ear, hips grinding hard enough to shake the bed. “You wanted me. Now you’ll take me. All of me.”

Every word vibrated through Sonic’s body, his moans breaking into cries as Shadow fucked him deeper, faster, dominating him completely.

Sonic’s body was already undone, every thrust pushing him further past the edge until his moans were nothing but raw, incoherent pleas. His wrists strained against Shadow’s iron grip, but it wasn’t to break free he wanted to cling, to hold, to beg for more.

Shadow’s rhythm was brutal, punishing, every snap of his hips, as his knit began to swell. His crimson eyes burned into Sonic’s half-lidded emeralds, hungry and unyielding.

“You’re mine,” Shadow growled against Sonic’s throat, fangs grazing the sensitive skin there. “Say it.”

“Y-yours, Shadow...ahhhhn! I’m yours!” Sonic cried out, back arching, body convulsing as he came again, slick gushing with every thrust, clenching tight around Shadow’s cock like he never wanted to let go. 

With one brutal thrust, Shadow shoved his knot past the resistance, locking himself inside. Sonic screamed, ripping his wrists free to drag his nails down Shadow’s back, his entire body seizing from the overwhelming stretch.

The knot swelled, sealing them together, trapping Shadow’s thick length deep in Sonic’s trembling body. Hot cum flooded inside him, pulsing harder, filling every inch until it threatened to spill back out around the knot that kept it all inside.

Sonic was undone, his voice raw, crying Shadow’s name over and over as tears pricked the corners of his eyes from the sheer intensity. His body continued to milk Shadow greedily around the knot.

Shadow didn’t relent. He held Sonic down, panting hard against his ear, licking at the mark he’d bitten there, low growls rumbling in his chest like a predator guarding. “Feels so good inside you, my perfect little mate. You love my knot, don't you?”

Sonic whimpered, legs tightening around Shadow’s waist, his voice hoarse but full of desperate devotion. “Yes, yes Chaos YES Shadow”

The bond between them pulsed with molten heat, lust and love. It was overwhelmingly euphoric. Shadow nuzzled into him, still grinding faintly inside, sending spark after spark of pleasure..

Sonic was limp beneath him, body trembling, sweat plastering his fur. His lips were parted, breath coming in shallow pants as the knot pulsed inside him, keeping him stuffed and full.

Shadow's hands roamed possessively over Sonic’s body, kneading at his hips, stroking down his thighs, rubbing soothing circles that didn’t hide the way his claws claimed every inch they touched.

“Look at you,” Shadow murmured against his ear, voice raw and dark. “Still clenching around my knot like you can’t stand to let me go.”

Sonic whimpered, cheeks flushed scarlet, nails clutching at Shadow’s shoulders. “Shads… feels so full…so good” His voice cracked on the moan that followed, another ripple of pleasure wracking his body as the knot throbbed inside him. 

Shadow shifted gently, careful not to jostle Sonic as he pulled him closer, holding him tight against his chest. They rolled onto their sides, the world narrowing to just the two of them. Shadow’s thumb brushed along Sonic’s tear-streaked cheek, and he leaned in to softly lick away the traces of sorrow. He inhaled deeply, letting the sweet, citrusy scent of his blissed-out Omega wash over him. Sonic’s body melted into his embrace, a soft, contented purr vibrating against Shadow’s chest.

So this was happiness. So simple. So complete. Nothing mattered outside of this moment just an Alpha and his Omega, wrapped in warmth and trust. “I love you, Sonic,” Shadow murmured, voice low and tender.

Sonic nuzzled closer, pressing himself into Shadow’s side, letting himself be cherished and protected. The bond between them thrummed like a living pulse, swelling with the same love and devotion he felt from Shadow. He caught the faint, intoxicating hint of lavender from his Alpha and smiled, a little laugh breaking through his contentment as he heard the familiar, otherworldly clicking of Shadow’s purr. Gaia, he had missed that sound.

“I love you too, Shadow,” Sonic whispered, burying his face against Shadow’s chest, letting the warmth, the scent, and the steady rhythm of their hearts calm every lingering fear. Their pheromones intertwined, soothing and grounding them both, until all that remained was this perfect, quiet happiness.

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