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Despite what many would think, Shadow considers himself at heart to be a simple creature with simple pleasures.
Sure, he’s the Ultimate Lifeform, a hybrid creature made from the fearful alien Black Doom and hedgehog DNA. Sure, he can teleport and move at super speeds. Sure, he’s tried to both destroy the world and has successfully saved it. All of those things are true.
But other than that, simple. He likes coffee beans, the scent of lavender, and watching the sun rise and set. He likes a soothing bath. He likes having his own apartment. He occasionally enjoys spending time with the rest of Team Dark, when they’re not pissing him off.
And more than almost anything, Shadow enjoys going for a leisurely run when he has the opportunity.
Today is one of those days; the sun is just starting to sink and the weather is comfortably cool, perfect for a run. Shadow straps on his air shoes, puts his keys in his quills, and heads out.
He runs for a while. It’s a beautiful day, all things considered, blue cloudless skies with no sign of trouble from a certain pesky doctor.
Eventually, he stops at a random lovely looking clearing to sit for a moment. He’s not tired out from such a conservative run, but he likes sitting in nature. It’s peaceful.
He’s about to sit against a nearby tree, when he sees something brightly colored out of the corner of his eye. Turning towards it, he sees a bunch of beautiful shocking blue flowers, swaying gently in the slight breeze. They go up above Shadow’s waist, and are huge, about the size of his head with puffy petals that overlap in on each other.
He’s kind of captivated by them. They waft over a smell that’s appealing. He walks over to them, hoping to get a better whiff, leaning in…
When suddenly they let out little puff sounds and all but explode in pollen, enveloping him in a cloud of green dust. He sneezes, coughs, stumbles out of the cloud, but it’s too late. His fur is covered in the stuff. He curses, dusting himself off as best he can, until it can’t be seen anymore but his fur still feels dusty.
Well, that ends this lovely little jaunt outside. Now he needs to go home and shower off. Mad at his perfect day being ruined, Shadow grumbles and kicks on his air shoes, preparing to head back.
Maybe it’s for the best, anyway. The weather seems to be turning for the worst; it’s feeling humid and hot, and Shadow starts to break a sweat as he starts speeding.
After a few minutes, he frowns, slowing down. Something else is wrong. Something feels weird. There’s an ache in his lower body–it’s not painful, necessarily, but it’s jarring. It’s… hungry. Something about it makes him want to put a hand between his legs.
He looks down and his eyes nearly pop out of his head; there’s something dripping down his upper legs, dampening his fur.
Immediately he skids to a stop, breathing more heavily than the run would normally elicit. Experimentally he puts a hand to the wetness, and the touch to his inner thigh makes him shudder. His legs go a little limp and he quickly backs against the nearest tree to support himself as he slides a hand up his body, tracking where the wetness is coming from–
Oh.
Oh no .
It’s coming from between his legs. His slit is dripping . It’s also… protruding more than usual, pink puffy folds making themselves startlingly known against black fur.
The moment his hand brushes against them, pleasure hits like a lightning bolt. He lets out a horrendous high-pitched whine, legs giving out and back sliding down the tree until his ass hits the ground with a painful thump.
Shadow has never usually given much thought to his… genitalia. Nor has he really thought much about sex in general. He considers himself, as the Ultimate Lifeform, above such base desires. No offense to Rouge. The only Mobian who ever has made him even think about-
No, best not to bring that up now.
So this is completely foreign to him, this wetness and this ache, and it’s concerning. His mind feels like it’s clouding as he pants, leaning against the tree. The ache isn’t going away.
He wants to touch himself again. He wants to touch between his legs so badly. He feels… empty, that’s the word for it. He feels an aching emptiness that begs for stimulation, so turned on he can’t think straight.
In a flash, it comes to him. Those damned flowers, that must be what happened. The pollen… it had some sort of sexually stimulating effect on his body, and now he’s like this. It’s odd, because his carefully created body should filter out any toxins, but he supposes weirder things have happened.
He slowly starts to pull out his communicator. Yes, Rouge will tease him mercilessly, but he knows she’ll get him home safely until this crap wears off. And the last thing he wants is for someone else to-
“Hey, faker! Whatcha up to?”
Oh, no. Not him. Not the last Mobian he wants to see.
*
His relationship with Sonic is… complicated.
Shadow prefers to categorize all of the relationships he has in his life in a clean-cut, black-and-white manner. Eggman? Foe. Knuckles? Ally. Rouge? Friend.
Sonic… well the word he used to use would have easily been ‘Rival’. Not that he’d ever admit it, but Shadow considered Sonic to be his greatest rival, what with his
almost
equal speed and utilization of Chaos energy. Then they shared the Chaos Emeralds’ power together, and well… it complicated things. It was only a downhill spiral from there.
There’s a lot of things he respects about Sonic: his courage, his tenacity, his dedication to his allies. There’s a lot of things he loathes about Sonic: his jokes, his teasing, his unwavering optimism, that smug fucking expression …
Anyway, Shadow finds himself totally unable to categorize who Sonic is to him, and he finds that even more frustrating.
To top it all off, Sonic makes him… feel weird.
During one bout of sparring a while ago, Sonic actually was able to pin Shadow down, and something inside Shadow seemed to spark in a way that it hadn’t done before. He felt… hungry, suddenly. Hungry for touch, hungry for… being pinned more.
It was so confusing and alarming that he immediately Chaos Controlled himself away from the situation and to a safer environment. One with no blue hedgehogs there to rustle up feelings inside of him that weren’t supposed to be there.
Since then, Sonic has made him feel… weird, there’s no way to avoid it. He’s been keeping up their usual dynamic, and Sonic is probably too stupid to notice. He just has to ignore the weird feelings until they go away. Simple enough.
Well, it was simple enough until now.
*
“Hedgehog,” Shadow greets tersely without looking up, quickly pressing his legs together so Sonic won’t have a chance of seeing how wet and pink he is. “Just out for a run.
Alone
.”
He hopes Sonic will take the hint and leave him be, but when has that blue menace ever done anything he wants him to?
“Cool, cool,” Sonic says, and, to his horror, Shadow hears him getting closer. “It’s a nice day for it.”
“I suppose,” Shadow grounds out, and looks up at Sonic for the first time.
Sonic is too close for comfort now, about ten feet away, beaming down at him with that usual infuriating smile. And he looks a little different. Or… maybe it’s Shadow that’s looking at him differently. He has a subtle glow to him, a draw that makes Shadow unconsciously lean in towards him as the area between his legs throbs and more wetness pools below him.
He squeezes his thighs tighter. “What do you want?”
“Just sayin’ hi,” Sonic says with a shrug. He steps a little closer, and his smile fades a bit. “Hey, you good? You look a little off-”
“I’m fine,” Shadow barks quickly, heart beating faster. This is terrible. This is a disaster. Sonic can’t find out -
“You don’t look fine,” Sonic says with a frown. “You look really flushed.” And to Shadow’s horror he leans down and presses a hand to Shadow’s forehead.
Before he can stop it, a groan pulls its way out of Shadow’s throat, and he leans into the caress, eyelids fluttering shut. Chaos, that feels good. A balm against the surging heat.
“Uh,” says Sonic. Shadow can’t see his expression, but he sounds flustered. “Y-yeah, so, you’re burning up.”
“I feel so hot,” Shadow agrees hoarsely. He opens his eyes, looking up at Sonic, who’s flushing. Which is odd. “It was the flowers…”
“The what?” Sonic says. He takes his hand off Shadow’s forehead.
Instantly the heat returns in earnest, and Shadow suddenly doubles over as a searing ache pools in his gut. “Fuck,” he gasps, tears forming in his eyes.
“Shadow? Shadow, dude,” Sonic says, now sounding very concerned as he puts his hands on Shadow’s shoulders. “What about the flowers?”
As soon as his hands are back on Shadow, the ache lessens. Shadow inhales a shuddering breath. “Some fucking flowers I’ve never seen before… went to get a closer look and they exploded in pollen. Think it’s fucking with me… can’t stay here…” He moves to stand, splaying his legs out, moving slow.
“Fucking with you how?” Sonic says, hands starting to gently rub Shadow’s shoulders. Then his hands freeze, and he audibly swallows. “Ah.”
And Shadow knows he sees the wetness on mussed fur, sees the pink puffy folds, and wants to absolutely just die where he sits.
“Okay,” Sonic says after a moment, tone surprisingly neutral, and Shadow looks up at him to see Sonic determinedly meeting his gaze. Purposefully avoiding what’s between his legs. “Can I carry you?”
Shadow blinks. “ What -”
“Whoa, okay, that sounded wrong, sorry,” Sonic says quickly, holding up his hands. “I just wanna get you out of the public eye, is that okay? We can call Rouge when we get there.”
Shadow doesn’t know where there is, but at this point he’s not in any mindspace to care. “Fine,” he grunts, squeezing his legs together again. “Just… be careful where you touch me, hedgehog.”
“Yeah,” Sonic says quietly, and briefly Shadow sees his eyes slip down before snapping back up.
Oh well. At least he’s trying. And Shadow has run out of options at this point. Chaos help him, but he trusts Sonic.
He meekly allows Sonic to stoop down and scoop him up in a princess carry, shivering at the closer proximity. Sonic smells good, like fresh grass and citrus, and he wants to bury his nose in his neck.
Sonic swallows audibly, and Shadow knows he’s feeling the slick dripping from his thighs. “Hang on, Shads,” he says, voice hoarse in a way that makes the ache get worse. “It’s not far from here.”
And he’s running, and all Shadow can do is try and relax into his arms.
As Sonic promised, it’s barely a minute before they’re standing in front of a modest but pleasant-looking house.
Shadow blinks as he’s gently jostled to the side, Sonic freeing up a hand to dig through his quills and get his own set of keys. “I… I thought you didn’t have anywhere to live?”
Sonic laughs, shaking his head. “Nah, that’s just a rumor. I like to keep people thinking that, though; I really need my privacy every once in a while.”
Shadow nods, it makes sense. As the Hero of Mobius, Sonic is often followed around by press and fans; if they knew where he lived, he’d probably never get a moment’s peace.
Deftly Sonic is able to open the door while holding onto Shadow (whose stomach flutters at the display of strength), and get them inside, blissfully shutting the door and shielding them from the outside world. It’s a relief. “Um… would it be awkward if I put you on my bed? I don’t have a spare room-”
“It’s fine,” Shadow says simply, twisting uncomfortably in Sonic’s gentle hold. It feels like there’s a battle going on inside him between common sense and the pollen’s effect; one side telling him he wants Sonic to put him down this instant and one that’s practically begging to stay in his arms.
Humiliating.
Sonic quickly takes him to his room–it’s cozy, with a good-sized bed, and posters and memorabilia all over–and gently places him on the bed, helping him out of his air shoes.
As soon as Sonic isn’t touching him anymore, the aching emptiness returns in spades, and Shadow whines. Turning his head, he gets a whiff of the used bedsheets and immediately nuzzles into them, inhaling deeply. Chaos help him, Sonic’s scent is calming him down.
“Oh, you weren’t kidding about the pollen.”
Shadow looks up to see Sonic grimacing as he regards the fur on his arms, now slightly tinged green. “It’s coming off on me.” He ducks his head down to try and lick it off, but immediately makes a face. “Ugh. You’d think it would taste better-”
“Sonic,” Shadow says urgently, still rubbing his head into the sheets. “Don’t do that. It could get you too.”
“Oh, shit,” says the absolute idiot, and he frowns down at himself. “I mean, I feel normal so far. Maybe it’s just affecting you for some reason… Mind if I open a window? It’s kinda hot in here, actually.”
“I’m going to kill you,” Shadow says mildly.
*
It’s not long until the pollen’s effect starts working on Sonic in earnest; he’s sweating, covering his crotch with a hand, his usual mile-a-minute speech stuttering with long pauses where he’s staring down at Shadow and licking his lips. Such behavior only serves to make Shadow wetter, achier, emptier , dangerously close to asking for something he’d never dare to ask for without any drugs involved.
They both come to the decision that it’s getting dangerous to be in the same room together. Sonic is promptly kicked out of his own room, the door shutting behind him. Leaving Shadow in a burning hell.
He starts to unhappily toss and turn in Sonic’s bed, even the scent not giving him what he needs.
He knows what he needs. He needs Sonic on top of him, inside of him, pressing into him and giving him everything.
But that’s not going to fucking happen, obviously.
A good second option would be to literally take matters into his own hands, but the idea of masturbating this out, especially in
Sonic’s bed
, has his cheeks burning with embarrassment as well as arousal. He catches his treacherous hands drifting between his legs several times, only to hurriedly pull them back in a panic.
He doesn’t realize he’s whining until there’s a knock at the door. “What?”
“You okay in there?” he hears Sonic say, and the gravel in that normally happy-go-lucky voice is agonizing . “You’re… um, you sound pretty bad. Want me to get you anything? I have water, juice… uh…” He trails off and Shadow hears a sigh and a slight thud against the door. “Just wanna make sure you’re-”
“Sonic, that’s a bad idea,” Shadow says as sharply as he can, feeling his heart beat faster at the thought. “I don’t think we should be anywhere near each other right now. If you come in here right now I’m… I’m not going to be able to stop myself from jumping on you.”
He hears rustling, and a soft utterance of “ Fuck ,” and shivers again. There’s a pause.
“For what it’s worth,” Sonic says from beyond the door, “I’ve, uh… fuck, I’m gonna regret this … I’ve liked you for a while.”
Shadow freezes, the ache actually taking a backseat in his mind for a moment as Sonic’s words sink in. He swallows. “What?”
“I’ve liked you,” Sonic repeats, “For a while. I promise it’s not the pollen making me say that.”
And Shadow believes him; hopefully it’s not just the pollen making him believe that. “So… so what are you trying to say?”
“I’m trying to say that… that I wouldn’t mind helping you out,” Sonic says, and the mere thought of it makes Shadow moan softly and rub his soaked thighs together. “I… I know you don’t feel the same way, and that’s really fine, I promise. I won’t expect anything more after we, uh, get this out of our system, but I’m kind of dying right now and I know you are too-”
“Sonic,” Shadow cuts him off. He’s drenched, self-control crumbling, heart beating fast. Sonic likes him. “Get in here.”
And in a blink of his eye, the door slams open and Sonic is crawling on the bed, visibly panting as he strips off his gloves and throws them to the side. Shadow looks down and groans; Sonic is fully unsheathed and dripping. Shadow has next to no knowledge on what constitutes an acceptable size, but what’s in front of him is like a dream come true to him right now.
He must be visibly in awe, because Sonic looks at him and smiles smugly. “Like what you see?”
Shadow growls, tearing his eyes away. “It will suffice,” he says, despite the hunger growing inside of him. He’s never felt emptier. Slowly he spreads his legs, revealing himself fully to Sonic. For a moment he thinks of sharing that he’s never done this before, but decides against it for fear of Sonic wanting to slow down.
“Yeah?” Sonic says, grin only getting wider as he gets between Shadow’s legs. “You’re so wet and ready for me. So pink and beautiful. You want my cock in your pussy?”
Shadow shudders, feeling himself throb. “Don’t… talk like that…”
“I dunno,” Sonic says with a shrug, leaning down until their lips are inches apart, emerald eyes boring down into Shadow. “It made you get a little wetter. I think you like it.”
Shadow sucks in a breath and spreads his legs a little wider. “Stop fucking talking,” he says breathlessly. “Just get this started, already.” His voice trails off on a whine. “It’s… I’m aching , Sonic, I feel so empty…”
Sonic shudders, smile slipping off of his face in favor of something more hungry. “I’m sorry, I hear you, Shads,” he says as he takes himself in hand and pumps a couple of times. “You’re aching. Me too, I wanna fuck you so bad…” He finally lines himself up.
Shadow, reeling from Sonic’s filthy words, nods eagerly. “Hurry, Sonic, I can’t-”
The moment Sonic’s cock enters him, it’s as if Shadow is finally complete . It slides in so much more easily than either of them really expect; one moment the tip is breaching Shadow’s lips, and the next it’s completely seated inside and he’s moaning in relief.
Sonic is moaning right along with him, taking deep breaths with his eyes closed. “You feel sogood ,” he all but growls, gripping Shadow’s thighs tightly. “Fuck, Shads. I think I love your cunt.”
“Stop talking,” Shadow gasps, whole body quivering as his body clenches around Sonic and he wraps his arms around Sonic’s neck.
“You’re kidding,” Sonic says with a hoarse laugh. “When have you ever known me to stop talking?”
Shadow groans, but he can’t be angry. He’s ecstatic . He needed this more than breathing, he was so empty , and now Sonic’s nice hard cock is pressing deep into his pussy.
Neither of them move for a long moment, seemingly both needing to savor the feeling. Then Shadow feels the ache stir and he whimpers slightly.
He opens his mouth, but Sonic is already stirring. “I hear you, baby,” he says (and the pet name is very unexpected but surprisingly very welcome to Shadow’s cunt), “You don’t have to ask for a thing. I’ve got you…”
Sonic’s hips cant back, cock dragging across his inner walls, and he whimpers before he can stop himself, “No, don’t leave…”
“I would never,” Sonic says, and it feels like a promise as he thrusts back in, hard .
Shadow keens, throwing his head back.
Sonic freezes. “Was that a good sound, or-”
“If you don’t keep doing that this instant I’m going to fucking kill you,” Shadow growls, and Sonic laughs.
“Yessir,” he says, and does it again. And again, and again.
Although he may mock him when they spar, Shadow does know that Sonic is both incredibly fast and strong; his hips are no exception.
So after a little warming up, Sonic’s picking up a pace that leaves Shadow only able to whine breathlessly and stammer out little utterances of yes and ah and please as he’s shocked with pleasure over and over. Sonic clearly wants this just as bad, wants Shadow just as bad, and the concept of being wanted is in itself a turn-on.
He knows Sonic wants him just as bad, because Sonic is talking. “So good,” and “So hot, Shadow, you’re so hot and tight and wet for me, fuck,” and “Taking me so good” and “Wanted this for so long…”
It doesn’t take long at all for Shadow to get close to the edge, digging his fingers into Sonic’s shoulders–thank god his own gloves are still on–keening for more, more, more, Sonic, harder !
And Sonic goes impossibly harder, and Shadow takes it, until the pleasure overwhelms him. His climax hits him hard, like he’s being unraveled in the best possible way. He’s crying out, although he barely realizes it.
Sonic is close to follow behind, letting out a guttural groan as he thrusts into Shadow with slower, harder movements and his cock throbs. Shadow whines distantly through his afterglow, the feeling of fullness exacerbated by the come pumping inside of him. It’s the oddest feeling, but he immediately decides that he likes it.
They relax into the bed, but Sonic’s still gripping onto him like a lifeline and Shadow isn’t much better. Before he knows it, he’s purring, nuzzling into Sonic’s neck, grooming the hero’s messy fur fussily.
“Shadow, I-” Sonic begins, before giggling at the sensation of being groomed. “Shadow, cut it out! I have… I’m being for real, here!” Reluctantly Shadow stops grooming him, and Sonic lifts his head to face him with an uncharacteristically serious expression.
Shadow sighs. He doesn’t want to be serious. He wants to cuddle. “What is it?”
Sonic takes a breath. “Hang on, I should-” He cuts himself off and gently lifts off of Shadow, pulling out. Shadow whimpers before he can stop himself, shuddering at the emptiness and the feeling of come dripping out of him. “Sorry.” Sonic gives him a quick kiss on the forehead before flopping to the side with a troubled expression. “I shouldn’t have said what I did, about liking you. It wasn’t fair to put that on you, especially when you were in a state where you were really vulnerable. We never have to do this again and uh-”
“I like you too, idiot,” Shadow interjects, knowing Sonic will never stop unless he’s interrupted.
“-we don’t have to even race anymore if you don’t wa- what ?” Sonic says, cutting himself off and looking at Shadow in shock. “You… say that again?”
Shadow rolls his eyes, feeling his face heat up. “I’ve liked you for a long time, now. I suppose you were too dense to notice.”
The insult clearly doesn’t register to Sonic, who’s turning to look at Shadow like he’s won the lottery. “Really? Gaia, that’s… that’s amazing! Me too, I’ve liked you a long time too… You’re beautiful, Shadow, and so smart, and…” He cuts himself off again, seemingly overwhelmed with emotion, and leans in to grab Shadow by the shoulder and kiss him.
Their first kiss. We’re doing this in the wrong order, Shadow thinks to himself, but it doesn’t stop him from kissing Sonic back, allowing the blue hedgehog to pry open his lips and slip his tongue inside, making the kiss deeper.
It’s filthy and so good, causing Shadow to moan into it and sidle forward to throw a leg over Sonic’s hip, needing more stimulation again. The kiss ends, and Shadow realizes too late that the flowers’ effect isn’t over just yet.
He looks at Sonic wildly, who just smiles at him with so much want and affection that it makes his heart hurt.
“I’ve got you, baby,” Sonic murmurs, rolling on top of Shadow again. “Fuck. Gonna give you my cock again, don’t worry…”
And what more could Shadow ask for?
*
They go a few more rounds, until Shadow’s cunt is sore and even Sonic seems to be experiencing some fatigue, until finally the effects from the pollen have died down completely and they lie together in an exhausted and disgusting mess of their own fluids.
But it’s… good, somehow.
As Sonic rumbles out a purr and places lazy kisses up and down his neck, Shadow supposes that it ended up being a pretty decent day, after all.