A/N: This might be a two-shot... might be a three-shot.

Warnings: Rated M


Insatiable


Three months.

It's been three months since she last remembers having at least a little bit of time to herself; the noisy and bright atmosphere of the nightlife of Mobius comforted her far more than the ear piercing sounds of bullets and commands. Part of her truly didn't understand what had made her keep her position at G.U.N for so long. It wasn't the pay; definitely wasn't the company. It kept her busy at least, and did make her appreciate her time off far much more than previously.

A relaxed smile graced her lips as she zipped up the black boots that reached higher than her knees. Pampered and primped to perfection, she posed in front of her full body mirror, making minor adjustments to her outfit; humming in satisfaction when she was happy with her appearance.

A week. She had an entire week all to herself, where she could do whatever she wanted to do. Her work phone was turned off and G.U.N's trackers were removed from every part of her wardrobe that she took with her during her stay at the Mobium Hotel.

There would be no emergency call ins for the next seven days if she could help it. She had big plans for her mini vacation, and there was absolutely no way she was going to waste it by succumbing into laziness; as tempting as it was. She was going to make sure she enjoyed her entire week to the fullest.

Starting with her...

date?


It's felt wrong to call such a thing a date really.

Rouge did not like dating. She had tried in her early years of adolescence but it never seemed to work out successfully for her. As someone who got bored rather easily, it was hard for anyone to keep her interested longer than a month.

Though she didn't consider this a bad thing. She'd quickly learned at a young age that boys weren't anything like she was told they'd be; and in many cases they were a lot worst. They weren't as decent as they were portrayed to be in those ridiculously cheesy romance movies. Though to be honest, she kind of liked that; to an extent of course. When she was a kid she thought relationships were actually like they were in story books and on T.V and believed that her love of her life would one day treat her like a princess when she found him.

She had quickly decided that she was no princess.

Rouge didn't want to be treated like a princess. She wanted to be treated like a queen.

Was that so wrong of her?

She definitely didn't think so.

Rouge didn't believe that she fit in the same category of romance as other women did. She craved control not romance. This however did not stop her from trying, a few times here, and a few times there. Rarely in her relationships did she ever find someone worth staying for. It was a boring practice; especially when the infatuation would start to fade and they would turn into possessive demanding brats; suddenly everything she did turned into a problem. The things any normal girl would do, like shopping, getting her nails done, going on dates, going to the salon; normal stuff like this for some reason made guys cringe.

It takes time and effort to look this good, and if they couldn't stick through the process then they didn't deserve the end results. Besides, she haven't any need for a guy who was quick to be awfully sweet when pressing her up against a wall, and then are just as fast to talk about her to his friends when he didn't get what he wanted. This happened on multiple occasions. 'She won't stop texting me.' 'She dresses like a slut.' 'She plays too many games.' 'She's such a bitch.' 'She won't have sex with me.'

These type of guys were not the ones Rouge was interested in but yet they seemed to be the ones who were always quick to throw themselves at her as if she was some type of magnet. She had learned long ago, not to give them the time of day.

Ha! But where was the fun in that. So, she treated them as if they were her mere play-things. Everything she would hint to give she'd just as easily take it away. Her taste in men was just as rich as her taste in jewelry, not just any man would do. One flirt of her hip and they'd probably do anything she said if she promised them a blissful night of passion to be shared in the bed of a love hotel. Any promise from her glossy lips would make a man eager to press her body against their own.

The very depiction of sin in the flesh.

She loved every second of it.

However everyone had a weakness, herself included. But her weakness was not nesscarily... well a weakness. In reality, it was probably one of her most greatest prize possessions she'd ever managed to grab her hands on. This wasn't any jewel we're talking about here.

What she got her hands on was something much better; a prize that came in forms of the flesh. It was a man, a really good looking one at that. That said man was the one she was heading to go meet right now; for she had been looking forward to seeing him on one of his rarest visit to the city. It was nice to know that she didn't always have to fly to him if she wanted to share company with the redhead. As skilled of a flyer as she was, getting all the way to his island wasn't as easy of a task as it seemed.

So yes, she was definitely planning to make the most of his time down here. Especially in this kind of atmosphere.

BROOK- LYNN was her one of her favorite after dark clubs on Mobius. The club itself was lavish, their service was great, their drinks were superb and the entertainment well... was entertainment.

It had took some time to find him as she made her way through the crowded club, easily avoiding all bystanders who seemed to want to get in her way. There was no time to entertain herself with their desperate attempts. Unfortunately for them there was only one guy she was going to have her eyes on tonight... and sure enough there he was. Standing right in the back of the nightclub, leaning against the wall as if he'd been there quite awhile.

'Always early.'

Just the way she liked it.

If sin could smile so sweet it would be the living embodiment of the perverse smile that spread across her lips. He was wearing the exact outfit she had told him to wear too, which must had been strange for him since he wasn't the type to even wear clothes in the first place; but she liked to see him all dressed up and groomed for her. Rouge remembered the exact day that she took him into boutiques to try on all kinds of things for her, and this specific outfit coronation happened to be her favorite; an indigo shirt with a metallic gold zipper in the placed right in the middle, accompanied with those fine dark denim jeans. She got only the best for her most prized possession.

It must had seemed weird for the bat to refer to him as her 'possession' and not her lover. That however, was exactly the type of game she liked to play with him. It's what made her like the man so much. His stoic aura and strong figure was hardened, sturdy; she'd once compared him to a walking boulder. One would think this kind of guy wouldn't be the type to succumb in such play, especially by a woman such as herself. However, she knew that behind that sculpted vision of masculinity and strength... was actually nothing but a big sweetheart.

In his own right of course.

The redheaded male was currently surrounded by a couple of girls. Cheaply dressed if you knew your brands as much as she did. There wasn't a thing on her body that wasn't worth her money. She was a materialistic woman with expensive taste, so the sight of those two girls surrounding him didn't phase her in the slightest. If anything it made her smile widen. Especially when he showed absolutely no interest in the chatty lot whatsoever. His violet eyes were directed the far right, as if he was trying to remove himself from the center of attention. After all, this type of atmosphere wasn't within his comfort zone. But sure enough he came... just for her.

Rouge decided it was just about time she collected her sweetheart. Slipping the leather biker jacket off her shoulders, she kept her eyes straight onto the male in the back of the club. Oh, but she wouldn't approach him, it never started like that. She was always the one to wait for him to come to her... and each and every time he did.

Her black latex mini dress tightly clutched at the edge of her bare shoulders and fitted around her body like a glove that was too tight for comfort. Wings folded neatly against her exposed back as she seductively pulled her arms out of the sleeves, definitely catching the attention of a few of the men lurking near by.

She enjoyed using these men as pawns to lure the one she wanted into her trap. It never failed her, and even if it did, he always came to her rescue. This was someone she could admit that she liked playing damsel in distress with; not because she liked being helpless. In truth she was never helpless, but she liked that he wouldn't hesitate to come save her even if she was just playing. It wasn't long before one of the men was confident enough to come up to her, towering over her with a drink in his hand and a grin that held all kinds of dirty promises. She flirtatiously smiled back.

"What's a pretty little woman like you doing lurking around all by yourself." He had a charming voice, she'd give him that but he still wasn't the one she wanted. A sweet sounding laugh emitted from her lips, making the preying man feel proud thinking he had flattered the object of his attention. However that laugh was not for him. Sure enough just as she expected, her fiery redhead that was waiting at the far end of the club jerked his head towards her direction. He heard her laugh... and she knew she'd been spotted.

Almost instantly did his slight expression of glee change into an angry glare. "And just what makes you think I'm here all by myself? I could have a date for all you know." The man smirked.

"I doubt any guy in his right mind would be dumb enough to make a lady like you wait alone in a club like this." There it was. As if that was his cue, the red echidna rudely pushed past the disappointed girls and marched his way straight towards them. Her smirk widened; she knew he'd come to her.

"I couldn't agree with you more." Lifting up her hand, the man obviously thought she was going to reach for his arm since he held it out for her as soon as she did, but what the bat actually did was the complete opposite. She nudged his arm upward to duck under the muscly limb; being as tall as he was it was easy to slip under him without much trouble. Soon as she did that she was met face to face with a pair of deep purple eyes. "Which is why my sweetheart is going to accompany me the rest of the night here."

Knuckles eyes widened just a bit as if he was surprised she was talking about him. "Isn't that right, baby?" She all but purred, tossing her jacket over his shoulder as she shamelessly squished her body up against his; not wasting any time to curl her arms around his waist.

As annoyed as he was, the echidna did nothing but nod and locked an arm around her in return; missing the disappointed look on the taller males face. Now he on the other hand looked a little ticked off, his eyes narrowed the moment he turned around to look at her chosen for company for the night and immediately recognized him.

He'd seen that echidna lurking at the back of the club for nearly an hour now, and was even more confused what he was even here for when he showed no interest in being coaxed out onto the dance floor by pawing females.

He assumed maybe the guy was just shy or ugly; and that the girls took pity on the fact he didn't have anyone to dance with. Though seeing him up close proved his previous assumptions wrong. He couldn't of had been shy with a woman like that hanging off his arm; and despite the nasty snarl that was on his face, the echidna was rather good looking. They both were, actually, very good looking.

His eyes suddenly lost much of the anger they'd previously had as his thoughts came to a halt. He looked over at the woman and then at the man whom she wrapped herself around; his gaze lasting longer than necessary.

Instead of snarling at them with an insult as Rouge thought he would, his attention seemed to be averted to Knuckles. Though obviously annoyed his stare looked as if he was almost... curious. Rouge could had swear she saw him looking over her red-headed lover, which she felt was starting to make him uncomfortable. Knuckles eyes narrowed and his hand unknowingly clenched around Rouge's side.

The strangers frown quickly shifted into an amused grin. That made Knuckles more than suspicious, while the bats perverse smile just widened. "Well then, this gentlemen will leave you to your night." He winked and surely enough retreated back into the crowd. Rouge by all means was amused; it seemed the stud wasn't completely oblivious to women like her, or perhaps he just didn't want to ruin her dates handsome face. Knuckles frown still hadn't left, but the minute the guy was out of sight he dropped his arm from her waist and sighed.

"Why the long face baby?" She chuckled and looked towards her gem, who'd been rather quiet up until now. "I thought you'd be happy you didn't have to knock someone's teeth out tonight. Was I wrong?" His teeth clenched inside of his mouth. Something he did whenever he was trying to bite back a snarky comment, though there was no hiding the irritated look in his eye. The woman noticed this and teasingly poked and tugged at his sides. "Honeeeeyy-"

"You're late."

"A lady is never late, you just got here too early." Those arms tightened around his waist. "But it seems you had quite some company while waiting for me." Knuckles grumbled under his breath, sending an annoyed glance at the two girls that thankfully had wondered off to bother someone else. He had been in the club for 40 minutes without anyone bothering him until those two came along; and immediately they started pawing at him like he was something on display.

While attractive in their own right, they were terribly annoying. It had taken quite a good amount of glares and growling to get them to stop tugging on him. Knuckles didn't like to be touched, much less by people he didn't even know. "What about it."

"You have to admit, they were rather cute. Though I don't think they're quite your type."

"Must you always play games Rouge." At that she smiled. It had been such a long time since she's heard him say her name; a tingling sensation ran through her body.

"Playing games is one of the things I do best."

"Don't remind me." That was when he finally turned to look at her; his cheeks warming up by just the sight of how good she looked tonight in that dress of hers. She had even worn a different color eye shadow than regularly. Apart of Knuckles felt ashamed that he was flattered that she put this much effort in looking nice just to meet him; despite him not being anyone special. "You look..." Knuckles had intended on giving her a compliment, but his words caught up in his throat the moment he locked gazes with her. The clear want in her eyes made his cheeks burn even redder, and he quickly averted her gaze.

Rouge's excitement doubled ten-fold when she saw the admiration in his eyes. If she didn't feel like a million bucks before she sure did now. With a sly smile, she slipped her slender hand up the back of Knuckles shirt; humming in approval when he didn't tense up as she thought he would.

"You're wearing my favorite shirt." A long finger reached up to toy at the zipper on the top if the shirt. With the bat this close there was no way for him to be able to look away from her. She smelled like an expensive perfume, that consisted of vanilla and berries. His breath hitched when she pulled the tip of his zipper down.

"Well, you wanted me to."

"That I did." Rouge squeezed his hip and gave him a lecherous stare. "I could just eat you up right here." The echidna swallowed nervously.

"Please don't."

"Why not?"

"You know why."

"No one here would care if I did. That is what an after dark club is meant for after all." He rolled his eyes.

"Behave yourself, we haven't even sat down yet."

"I have no plans of sitting down anytime soon, unless it's on you."

"R-Rouge!" His face was completely red at this point.

"Just being honest dear. You like my honestly don't you?" He hadn't anything to say to that, though he still looked troubled if not embarrassed. You would had thought with the vast amount of time they've spent together in and out of the bedroom he'd be more comfortable with her innuendos by now; though it would seem that Knuckles would probably never get use to being treated like this. It was a good thing that she secretly adored seeing how red she could get his cheeks to turn. "Okay fine. I'll behave." He physically relaxed at those words. "But only if you have a few drinks with me first."

Knuckles raised a brow at this. That sounded like far too simple a trade for her behavior. "But-?"

The bat smiled. "But- they will be drinks that I personally choose for you." And then he groaned. "What?"

"Anything you make me drink will undoubtedly put me into a coma." Rouge laughed as she peeled her body off of his, and tugged at his hand.

"Perhaps, but I promise it'll be the best coma you've ever been in."

"It'll be the only coma I've ever been in."


A/N: Here we have chapter one.

Just want to set some things straight about this story, in case anyone is confused.

1) The club there are in is an after dark club which means it's use for less than appropriate purposes, hence why Knuckles is not entirely comfortable being there.

2) There will probably be some M/M in this story as well, but it's not much. Just some dancing and flirting.

3) They're both around their early 20's, in age wise in this story, however Rouge is a bit older than Knuckles.

4) There is going to be M rated content in the next couple chapters, mainly between these two. Nothing to crazy besides some dom/sub play, so I won't really add any more warnings than that.

I believe that's all I have to say.

Review please! This pairing is rather new to me and I'd like some encouragement to keep at it.