The Devil Has Blue Eyes
Chapter 4: Bad Boy, You Make Me Feel So Good
They were right in front of the restaurant. Amy was one-hundred percent sure that by that point somebody had recognized at least one of them and a camera had flashed. She was staggering a little, staring at Scourge, who was giving her that venomous, hungry smirk. Trying to say 'I win'. She clutched at her chest for a few seconds, breathing hard and fast. Then she lunged and grabbed him by the jacket, latching her lips to his, a tremor running through her as she pulled him, stumbling backwards as she leant back over the seat of his bike, kissing him hard and fast for no reason other than to feel her heart pounding again.
Scourge was turning out to be everything Sonic was not, and it felt damn good. Her ex-fiancé would never have made a maniacally erotic move like this in public, he'd never have such disregard for who sees and what the seeing eyes are thinking, and he'd never have grabbed her thighs and lifted her to a seated position on the bike, so he could stand between her legs and kiss her deeper. Pressing his body into hers. Arms pulling her in.
Amy felt herself panting and her chest heaving against Scourge. If the patrons of the restaurant were watching, she found herself giving as little of a shit as Scourge was. Bad, bad, bad... she was shaking from it as one hand left his jacket and moved around his shoulder, the other touching his cheek. Her lips were already parting for him... Bad, bad, bad... and this time she was returning the kiss - or trying to, anyway. Damn but he pressed down hard.
The kick stand was being challenged to hold the bike in place; all the weighty movement that Scourge was placing upon it by fondling Amy threatened to have them keel over. She'd just watched him eat, but he was hungry. Damn hungry. A primitive, yearning demand that his body poisoned into hers. His teeth clenched her lower lip, and she heard him growl, and Amy was so hot he even growled twice. It took Sonic several months to get even this far. But Scourge had managed to taste her tongue and grab her ass, and even score a proposal, on the very day she met him. Amy's day started off bad. And it was progressively getting much, much worse.
In another world, perhaps only Scourge would have been thrown out. And then Amy would have called a taxi and waved him goodbye. That was not this world. Amy was gasping, ice and fire pouring through her as she was leaning back over the motorbike, with Scourge standing between her thighs and his tongue half-way down her throat. She'd never imagined she would want to pull something as publicly wicked as this and now that she was, she didn't care. That is, up until somebody else shouted something that spoiled the 'mood' of the night street entirely.
"Isn't that Amy Rose Blossom?"
The camera of a mobile phone went off, and though there were many things her body wanted her to do right now, they did not include fucking in the middle of the street while having her picture taken. She had to turn her face away from that of the green hedgehog, "No, wait..." she whispered to him.
At this point, most men would either respectfully back off, or get ultimately pissed. Scourge was no ordinary male; he seemed to find Amy's sudden reluctance amusing. His eyes didn't divert from her, although it was obvious he knew exactly why she protested. His fiery smirk returned, and his hands remained on her. "The streets have eyes, eh Rosie?" he asked with a wicked look in his eyes. "We ought get outta sight..."
More people were appearing, and more cameras were flashing. There was more than one cafe in this area. Amy could feel him still squeezing at her and it was... kind of tough to get up since he was still pressing his weight on her. Her cheeks were burning all over again at the attention from many sources, "I'm not really used to being this bad..." she managed, her Riders tracksuit feeling rather disshevelled, "Yeah, we... we should leave now..." The vultures were closing in, one or two of them recognizing Scourge too.
"Better hold on tight, then. You're in for a wild ride, Baby..." It wasn't what he said; it was the way he said it. The statement wouldn't seem sexual at all, considering they were about to make a run for it on a motorcycle. But the look in his eyes, and the tone of his voice, made it feel like he was fucking her with his words. He gave her his helmet again, and pulled his keys out of his jacket. He popped a wheelie before taking off, undoubtedly leaving skid marks behind. Scourge rode the way he kissed; daringly, and without remorse.
Several people were shouting at each other over what they had seen, and if Amy had thought they'd shake off photo opportunists with gaping memories on their iPads so easily, she was wrong. In fact, she knew they wouldn't. She held onto Scourge again, "DAMN! DON'T LET THEM FOLLOW ME HOME!" she screamed at him over the noise of the engine. At this time the street was mostly empty - which just made it easier for the really greedy fans to follow, really.
It also gave Scourge two reasons, aside from his usual recklessness, to break the speed limit with as much velocity as possible. The ride over to the diner was nothing compared to the way he was burning the road this time. Amy wanted to escape; he'd show her how it's done. With adrenaline. And style.
There was a T-junction coming up ahead. Normal people ought to slow down a little, but Amy got an idea - possibly Scourge had infected her with it, she wondered. "SPEED UP!" she shouted at him, and held out both hands, "AND HOLD TIGHT; I'VE NEVER DONE THIS WEARING A MOTORBIKE BEFORE!" The Piko Piko Hammer materialized, and she tightened her grip on the bike with her thighs. For once as Scourge did as she asked, and she hooked the hammer end around a corner sign-post. The momentum and spin actually resulted in a ninety degree turn, and her grip lifted the wheels of the bike a good foot off the ground on the turn - almost miraculously the bike landed with both wheels on the tarmac.
As Amy may have guessed, Scourge was an action junky. And he proved it by the way he, after they'd long lost the people who'd been chasing them, kept going. And kept going at speeds long past reason. Every time they hit a sharp turn, he yelled in delight. Every time they swerved dangerously past a vehicle that could easily overpower them, he rose his fist in the air victoriously. Both their hearts were pumping. But only one of them was afraid. They were in another town altogether when Scourge skidded to a stop, and looked out toward the Central City Skyline. "Next time, you can ride..." he commented, smirking wickedly. He meant it sexually and she knew it.
Amy was still breathing fast. The fans had decided that this photo wasn't worth it after less than ten minutes, but Scourge had kept going even so, "And we're still not anywhere near my apartment," she told him. The green hedgehog's ass was lodged firmly between her thighs from holding on so tight. She looked around. They were in a park now, and Scourge had finally pulled to a halt at an ornamental bridge. Pretty, yes, but not exactly where she wanted to be. Although... where did she want to be? She wasn't sure... "I suppose for you, sleeping is something that happens to other people," she teased him.
"Depends on what you call 'sleeping'. I stay awake the whole time when 'other people' are involved," he told her, still looking out toward the sky line. The city seemed like a wide array of peaceful lights from way over here. He propped the kick stand, but didn't get off the bike just yet. "I like this spot. I can see the city. But the city can't see me. Or what I'm doing..." He was grinning, and he knew she could feel it.
"Yeah, it is pretty peaceful..." Amy could feel Scourge's poisonous fire infecting her again. It was scary, the effect his words and his body had on her. She was sweating slightly from the ride, and he was still cool about it. She got off the bike slowly and put her hands on her hips, trying to retaliate even as she knew she was digging deeper, "Let me guess; you brought me here to create a breech of the peace?" She was smiling naughtily even as she said those words.
Scourge got off the bike, and turned to her with crossed arms. "I brought you here so I can taste more o' that tongue without interruptions.." He cracked his neck, blue eyes gleaming like burning stars. "I brought you here so we could burn the good girl out of you," he was being so direct it was almost baffling. "I brought you here so I could mark my spot on your neck. And bruise you up in ways that hurt so good.." He cracked his knuckles next, and then stepped towards her. "Only one thing's up for grabs, and I don't mean your caboose, Toots. Are you gonna lead me underneath the bridge, or am I gonna have to give you another lift...?"
"What, you think I can't lift you too?" Amy was trying like hell to be 'bad'; Scourge could see it. And sure, some guys would read this as 'bad'... but he knew real bad girls and compared to them, the pink hedgehog was an angel. That was something he planned to change, "And maybe I want you to give me a lift..." she crossed her arms underneath her sports bra, pushing herself up a bit more.
The green hedgehog gave her a grin and a look that could start a forest fire, and licked his lips with anticipation. "Now you're talking' my language, Baby..." Scourge hid a lean frame underneath his leather, but he proved anything but weak when he lunged toward Amy and pulled her toward him front-first, so his arms wrapped around her and her only choices were to hang limp or wrap her legs around his body. Either way, he didn't stop there. The bridge had a staircase on the side, and he was rushing towards it.
She did the easiest thing for her - which was no doubt exactly what Scourge wanted her to do - and held on to his waist with her thighs. She was unbelievably relieved that she had been in a hurry to dress this morning, because if she hadn't, she'd probably have picked out a skirt for the convention, rather than the tracksuit - as if she needed any more ways to be close to the toxic green hedgehog. He was just as strong and fast as Sonic was. 'We're going to make out under a bridge,' she thought to herself. It wasn't suspicion; it was nothing more or less than a fact by now, and it only made her hotter as she held on to him. It shouldn't feel so dirty, but when she was with Scourge, everything they were doing seemed a bit worse than she would have thought it could.
Amy was proving more and more valuable as a target. She was heartbroken, she was vulnerable, she was willing and, most deliciously, she was daring enough to go through with it despite her best judgement. Scourge wanted to be much more than just her rebound. He wanted to be the man she'd look back to with regret. He wanted to be the man she never wanted to admit that she missed. He wanted to be the man she would think about and hate herself for, because he made her feel what she hated to love. Once the bridge was overhead, his tongue claimed her mouth again, lips pressed so firmly on hers it was almost painful. Her back hit a wall, which gave him leverage to use his hands. And he aimed for the good spots..
The kiss was slow, but damn right it was hard, and it didn't stop. Amy dropped both feet back down to the ground, and his hands were moving over her body as hard as his lips on hers. For a moment she was lost as to what to do, but then pushed one hand up into the quills on his head, tightening in them. She was trembling slightly as her other hand reached inside his jacket and round to his back. Most girls couldn't get a decent hold on Scourge's back but as a hedgehog, and additionally thanks to her experience with Sonic, she was able to sink her hands in deep, right down to the more sensitive skin underneath without being cut.
And then he squeezed her, and she cried out through the kiss.
If it were possible, Scourge was straight to the point about foreplay. Amy had a hard body that was soft in all the right spots, and within a few minutes into the kiss, he knew where almost all those spots were. He didn't tease; he didn't build up. He just lit her world on fire. Scourge's groping hands pressed their fingers along her spine, grabbed the firm flesh of her rear, slid over to her hips. And he growled hungrily into her mouth; his body vibrating against hers.
"Uh... Uh..." Amy was losing control. Of course she had never been in control but now... as he grasped at her, sending fire and ice through her body, and she held on to his athletic frame, she just about managed to pull off what was known as the Friendly Knee, sliding her knee up slowly so that it was pressing against his stomach, pushing his hips back, trying to slow it all down just enough that she could think. Even so her chest heaved and she was trying to kiss him back, her mouth wide open and her tongue fighting with his. She was alternately moaning and crying out as her shaking hand started to move lower, clutching at his hard body. "Uh… oh… Scourge... this is all so... fast..." she moaned. True, the kiss was still slow, but that was all; everything else was racing ahead of her.
She felt his lips form a smirk against her neck; because that's where they were. Against the tender skin of her throat. Warm. Like venom. "Challenge accepted," he whispered, just as his hands intruded past the back of her shirt; palms and fingers against her warm flesh. His mouth dropped lower too, so she was kissing the very top of the thin line between her muscle and her cleavage, threatening to drop lower but not quite doing so just yet. Things were escalating faster; Scourge was making sure of it.
Amy tried to fight back in the only way she wanted to, and used her hands. By this, she rested one on Scourge's scarred chest, and slid it to his side. And then she started to rub. And she doubted Scourge was used to the 'gentle touch'. He'd probably had bad girls all his life; girls who grabbed and squeezed. Not the type who ran their fingers over green fur, channelled into untapped pleasure centers, and pressed with the precision of an acupuncturist. Moves that started causing pleasure higher up and then funnelled down. She was good at it. Scourge's body was a lot like Sonic's - and she knew how to make Sonic beg with this. She doubted Scourge would beg - but she'd bet she could make him jolt, even as she moaned.
The two hedgehogs had become a spiral of heat, sweat, moans and rigid movement. Scourge was inconsistent, and he made it work wonders. His lips teased her soft breasts and ended up against her ear; scratching it with his teeth. Hands found the clasp of her bra but didn't undo it; instead opting to defy it by sliding underneath it and holding the entirety of her back. The parts that weren't grinding against the wall behind her. Already he could tell how brittle she was; how untapped in the ways of rough foreplay. Of his rough foreplay. The type that left battle scars. The type that hurt so good.
Amy panted for breath as she let go of the quills on Scourge's head and moved so that both hands were inside his jacket, rubbing and pressing against his fur to funnel his pleasure further down him, concentrating it more and more. He was nipping at her gently and she gasped, her back arching as she shook. Bad touch, good touch... Scourge was making them the same thing and she desperately wanted to return it and give him something he hadn't felt before, a direct contrast to the way he was staining her body purple with his hands, "Is that... the best... you've got..." she huffed.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" he asked, not nearly as winded as she was but heated just the same. Her clothes were getting ruffled and; after her deliberate goading, were at serious risk of being torn. Scourge ran a hand down the side of her pants, grabbing at her thigh, fingers looping around the waistband of her underwear and pulling at it with zero care. He squeezed her hips, and tongued at the spot between her shoulder and neck. His teeth followed suit.
Amy yelped at that, and grabbed his hand - hers suddenly and regrettably leaving some places that Scourge would have liked to have more attention to. She didn't move it away, so much as she made him change his grip a little so that rather than being ready to just drag the tracksuit pants down, his hand was just where he could slide his hand inside. Her hands then returned to his sides, funnelling that pleasure down and inwards. For all his growls and licks and that sharp bite, she could swear she felt a tremor in him.
Amy's clothes weren't tearing just yet; but they were no doubt being stretched, and wrinkled, and taking damage that would render them unsuitable for modeling. Not that either of them cared. Scourge's body was reacting to her just as she intended; with rigid hardness and quivering groans; but his advances didn't falter one bit. Fingers prodded her pelvis; a strong palm against her stomach. "On three..." he whispered into her ear, his breath mildly tickling the tip of her. "One... three," he tricked, the ends of his left hand taking the first feel of her moist warmth.
And Amy squealed. Scourge had already made her wet. His fingers were hot. He started with two, making her stretch. She had to fight to keep her knees from buckling and her body arched into his. And her hands squeezed his thighs right inside, turning the boiling pool into a tight little knot that ensured he'd barely feel anything anywhere else. She knew without looking or even feeling that he was hardening up. Her body was way ahead of his though and she writhed even as her thumbs pressed right at the very base of him, "Oh... oh god..." she whimpered. Even with one knee up, gently keeping him at bay, she felt herself trying to slide down a little on his fingers.
"The name's Scourge, but I'll take God-status, too.." He whispered, maneuvering his skillful hand so that the thumb was on her clit, and his two busy fingers were dipping into her boiling heat. She was no virgin, he could sense the experience she touched him back with; but she was as pure as a sexually-active woman could get. Only one had touched her here before. Only one, whom he was upstaging by touching his girl. And making her his. He knew she would moan again, but he clamped his mouth over hers just in time. His fingers seemed to be avoiding full insertion, against her body's advances. He was so fervent. Yet he was in control..
Amy was whimpering hotly into his mouth but when she tried to slide down he would pull his fingers back just a little so that they stayed in the same depth. She was as tight as could be expected in the circumstances, and trembling against him. Her hands moved again, one holding on to his tight butt. Then she slid the other between his tense, trembling thighs. He was trying to pretend he wasn't affected. But she could tell, even when she was shaking this hard. She touched two fingers at the base of his sack, moving and pressing them. His tongue was pushing into her mouth; another of his hard, violent kisses. She fought back desperately.
Scourge's body was hot. Not just physically, and not just because of the heat between them. He radiated heat; strong, sculpted muscle and a surplus of testosterone left Amy's hands on a real 'scourge'. It's what attracted her to him in the first place; the burning desire that erupted from his body every time he looked at her. His eyes did all the talking for him; they said what he didn't say, and made sure Amy knew. What he was doing to her now was only a fraction of what he'd been yearning to do for her since she stepped behind his booth. What she didn't know is that he had more intentions than just to burn her from head to toe. Scourge was aiming to violate her. And he would make sure she loved it, just as she was loving the way his thumb rubbed her clit, and the way his fingers dipped in and out of her. Teasing. Swallowing her moans.
Amy lowered her foot back to the ground to keep her balance. Her hand clasped slowly around the hardening organ between Scourge's thighs. She knew about handjobs. If you did it wrong all you'd get was a stick of wood and a guy who might as well have stayed in with his magazines. Instead, she kept her hand still for the time, measuring the length of his cock. To her surprise, even though Scourge had the same body as Sonic, his shaft was longer and had more girth. Another tremor ran through her body, and she started massaging it slowly, feeling it getting even thicker. Even as she did so, she tried to arch her back to get further down onto his dipping fingers.
Amy felt a long, deep breath escape him, slowly and for once, without gritted teeth. She could smell the heat from his arousal; it was somehow different from the heat of his body. The wall above them was getting damp from the perspiration they were causing. Scourge's teeth grabbed her lower lip again, nibbling just hard enough to call it biting without the pain. His body shuddered when she grabbed his thick shaft, and his fingers rewarded her by delving deeper. And pressing.
"Th-that's... pretty big..." Amy gasped as she massaged his cock, which to a guy like Scourge were the sort of words he would rather like to dress in. Then he pressed his fingers a little deeper, and her knees almost buckled, "Yes... no... yes..." she could feel herself soaking inside. There was something horribly wrong with what was going on, but she couldn't pinpoint it. If two of Scourge's fingers weren't going knuckle-deep in her, she might have worked it out.
He hadn't asked. Not properly. He'd pretty much demanded everything, expected her to hand it all over, and she'd folded like a bad hand. Sonic would never have pressed himself on Amy like this. But Sonic wasn't here to stop it, and Amy tilted her head right back, rubbing at Scouge a little harder, but no faster, with smooth hands.
Scourge had to smirk; he had to. Amy had confirmed what he'd been sure of for years; that he more than 'measured up' to that blue sell-out step-brother of his. And he'd make sure to stretch Amy out so far and wide and damn good, Sonic would never fully please her again. He'd be a step down, for her. "Real men always are.." he responded, tongue snaking over her neck. His fingers wriggled inside her, teasing at a spot most men bragged about having pinpointed, but fell short on knowledge when it came down to it. Scourge's experience, to a girl like Amy, was dangerous. "And you're deliciously under-sexed, from what I can feel..." he whispered, teeth leaving another mark on her neck.
Amy didn't dignify that one with an answer. She and Sonic had plenty of sex. But then his sharp teeth nipped her, and he shifted his hands in and around her again, and she jolted with it, her foot kicking at the wall behind her. And her hands were slick with sweat as she used a gentle squeezing motion on Scourge, rather than stroking him, feeling him swell further. She tilted her head back even further, giving him clear access to her neck and cleavage. Then he was pushing in a third finger, and she almost screamed with agonised pleasure.
While Amy wasn't bothering with jerking him just yet, she did have enough sense not to tease him too far, and pressed her thumb against the head of his rigid organ, making him tingle. Scourge's free hand responded by taking firm grasp her left breast, his lips lowering to double the pleasure by kissing at the soft flesh above it. And he left a mark there, too. He pressed at her g-spot, getting a rise out of her.
Every time he moved against her, she writhed some more, her clothes being pulled and tugged around, Scourge getting to touch wherever he wanted without actually, technically, removing her clothes. Then she felt the movement of his fingers finally snap the cobweb that the thong she was wearing was composed of. She was wearing her pants, but now no underwear. When he squeezed her breast, it was too hard and he made her yelp in pain. And then he started kissing at it and she moaned, stroking at the tip of his shafted and encouraging the pleasure she knew was rising there. She wasn't sure if Scourge was fully hard yet but he felt like he should be... Just the same, she kept one hand between them, not letting it touch her fur.
"Don't you know only dirty girls go struttin' 'round without panties on?" he asked, whatever barriers he'd set upon himself being broken as Amy felt him tug away at her shirt; lifting it up above her breasts so that her bra was exposed. Sonic had never been this disrespectful; this... horribly exciting. Her bra soon followed suit, being pulled not over her breasts but down below them; the straps being undoubtedly stretched beyond repair. It was dark, so he could barely see. But she was exposed and he sure as hell was making her feel like it. The treatment his fingers were busily tending to her snatch with seemed more than enough to keep her from objecting, though. And so did his mouth on her breasts..
"D-don't you know that... that..." Amy groaned as Scourge's lips were as rough on her breasts as they were on her mouth, "Oh... nnngh..." It was painful; that good kind of pain. Her legs spread wider apart as she shook and arched against him, "Oh god... oh Sc-Scourge..." In the darkness under the bridge they couldn't see much of each other but it didn't matter; they were operating by touch and the smell of arousal and sweat mingling. She rubbed the tip of his cock again, and felt them shudder together again.
Scourge smirked into her breast, and gave it one last lick before his torrid blue eyes captured her gaze again, and his fingers clawed abruptly at her insides, enkindling her tender flesh in blissful sensations she'd never been exposed to before. "What's the matter, Rosie..?" he asked, feeling his swollen cock joshing her hands; as if it were the one holding them. "Is the burn too much for you? Can you not take the heat..?" She felt the tip of him press against her stomach; forcing himself upon her body in a way she hadn't intended; but wasn't in any way unwelcome. "Am I not 'good' enough for ya?" he asked, and she could feel his smirk in the darkness..
"Oh, you're bad... you're so bad..." Amy's green eyes shone even in the darkness, her cheeks radiating the same heat she felt between her legs. She was going to orgasm soon; she knew it. She slid her hand up and down his shaft, trying to tease a little cum from the tip, but most importantly keeping something between them. Then she shifted her body, whimpering at the way Scourge's fingers moved as she did so. Then she arched again, pressing his hard shaft up against her belly, "So very bad... so very bad..."
"Am I, now..?" he asked, obviously goading her. Edging her on. And she didn't seem to mind one tiny bit. His words, and the raspy low-pitched voice he used in conjunction with them were only minions in comparison to the job his fingers were doing on her; clutching at her insides and chafing at her cunt with merciless gusto. His shaft was pulsing in her hands, but unlike her, he was maintaining his composure. He was breathing heavy, but not gasping. He was sweating, but not blushing. He was growling lightly, but not moaning. "And here I thought I was being nice to you... I'll forgive you for saying that, though. Water under the bridge..." Just then, he tightened his hold, not pressing, but pushing his fingers against that lovely forbidden spot inside her. And he smirked while he did it..
Amy was breathing so hard she thought her lungs might burst, "This... is you being... nice?!" she choked out. His fingers made her hips buck and his shaft was hard between them, long and thick against her belly. Despite the fact that she hadn't taken off her clothes he had explored most of her body. She staggered, the heat of his fingers setting her soaking wet pussy on fire, "Oh... nnngh..." She pressed against him some more, looping her arms around his shoulders as she ground the fur of her belly against his shaft, "And... oh... wet... yeah... I... I'm really... gonna..." she huffed, and his fingers curled inside her. She cried out, and her body gave a huge, pleasured jolt; the one Scourge had been searching for. She was cying out in short sharp bursts and trying to breathe, all at once. Scourge felt her tightening around and against him. She sounded a little like she was laughing; the orgasm filling her with euphoria, "Oh DAMN!" She was both tense and limp at once, and utterly helpless to him.
Scourge was revelling in this; his inferior step-brother's girlfriend cumming hard at his hand. But of course, he couldn't let her know that. "Mmmm, if that's what I think it was, you just might owe me, Rosie..." he whispered, fingers still buried deep inside her; though he knew better than to keep pumping. His own shaft was oozing just a bit, and while she'd done a good job thus far, he hadn't reached full pleasure yet. Sonic hadn't gotten such treatment from her often; the two usually made love. This wasn't love. This was... different..
Oh no, this certainly wasn't love. It burned love's places in all the wrong ways and got the same reactions from the body at the sacrifice of the soul. Amy was twisting in Scourge's hold, still crying out. Her arms, looped around his shoulders, dug into his jacket tightly as she writhed helplessly at the fire coursing through her like a river in hell, tears of pleasure pricking in the corners of her eyes as she half-laughed and half cried.
Scourge felt her body quake in his grasp, held her up against that wall; providing her a second firm wall to lean into throughout her tremors. "Ohhhhh yes... A favor you owe... Next time," he stated, and just then, heartlessly, pitilessly, and outright meanly, began pulling his fingers out and away from her; the trousers she wore soaking up most of the fluids she'd spewed all over them as they came out. Pressing her back against the wall of the bridge, the green hedgehog pulled back, resulting in denial of his overbearing warmth. Sweaty and wet, Amy felt cold without him. "You kiss real good, Baby. So I'd say you're not that much of a jerk-off," he smirked while he said it.
"Uh... uh..." Amy was still shaking, hot and cold at once. Her legs felt weak and her clothes were dirty, "Wh-what... are you saying, Scourge... That I'm... not good enough for you..? Too good?" She continued to breathe hard, feeling his shaft still long enough to be resting against her belly.
"I'm saying you ain't bad enough to get the job done... But you will be," he told her, smirking with Hellish fire in his eyes. "I'll make sure of it.." He stepped away from her; standing just beneath the edge of the bridge, where the moon's light could hit him. His jacket was open and his cock was hard; standing straight just as he was. His eyes matched the light shining over him, but they weren't half as peaceful. "You should think long and hard about whether you want there to be a next time, though. 'cause if there is, there won't be any clothes involved. And the bridge is burnin' down..."
It was close to midnight, and any right-minded girl without some sick fetish knew better than to roam the Central City streets at this time of night. Tired and frustrated, Blaze checked her phone during her short elevator ride to check for any missed calls or text messages from her wayward roommate. Nothing. When she reached her floor, the doors opened and immediately, she knew something was up. There were lights on in the apartment; she could see them through the door. Amy was home! She sighed in relief, and prepped for the inevitable scolding they both knew was impending. She stuck her key in the lock, unlatched it, and pushed the door open. "Amy! Do you have any idea how-" the yelling was cut off by the sight before her. Amy was home, but she brought an unexpected guest. A guest that was sitting on the couch, being straddled by her very single, very heart-broken, very not-ready-to-date-yet room mate. With his tongue in her mouth. And his hands on her ass. "-dirty he is?!" she finished the sentence much different than she had intended it to, but it worked either way. She'd have been against Amy seeing anyone at the moment. But this specific monstrosity was especially uncouth. "Just... Ew!"
"Nice to see you too, Kitty-Cat! What's your name again...? Flame? Flamin'? Flamer?" Scourge asked, obviously mocking her sexuality with his devilish smirk. He was sitting on Blaze's very purple, very girly couch. With Amy straddling him. He seemed comfortable, to say the least.
Amy looked up, with Scourge still squeezing at her ass - much harder than Blaze could tell. A blush spread over her cheeks, "Uh... hey, Blaze. You weren't in when I got back and... uh..." Blaze was glaring, hands on hips, "Scourge, this is my flatmate, Blaze. Blaze, this is Scourge..." The embarassment was burning even hotter than her thighs, while Scourge, of course, was completely calm. "He helped me to get back to the apartment after my car got towed," she explained, as if this improved the situation. She wasn't entirely sure how they'd gotten here except that Scourge had dropped her off and then walked her to the door and then not driven away again.
Scourge seemed highly amused, much to Blaze's chagrin. She crossed her arms, and rolled her eyes at how ditzy Amy could be at times like these. Even after the direct insults the two had spewed in each other's directions, the pink hedgehog had introduced them; completely unaware of the obvious fact that they knew each other.
"Blaze! That was it! Your name means fire. Heh, who knew we'd have somethin' in common?" He was pushing her, he knew it. And it was all in good fun, to him.
"Amy, what the-" she stopped, glaring at the blue-eyed green rock star. "Okay, you know what? You're not doing this. It's not happening. THAT is not a person; THAT is a thing. A vile, putrid, disgusting thing that I don't want spreading its filth all over my friends, and for that matter, my apartment. Ugh, what is it with straight girls and musicians?!"
"So, uh... how do you two know each other?" Amy asked, not sure if she wanted to get up off Scourge's lap, because that would involve showing the stains on the crotch of her tracksuit pants. Her cheeks were so hot they could melt butter.
"Long story, Babe," Scourge shrugged, and gave Amy's butt a playful smack before going to stand, forcing her to get off him. "A thing, she calls me. I'm flattered! I'd rather be called that than any of the 'things' they call gals like her," he was talking to Amy about Blaze, but not at Blaze directly. It was a huge show of disrespect to the cat, but very gentlemanly to Amy, as she was his date and all his attention was kept on her. He stood before her, smiling adorably. "Whatever your gal-pal says about me once I'm gone is probably true. Can't blame 'er for tryin' to protect you," he told her, smirking. His helmet was left on the coffee table in front of the couch, so he leaned over and picked it up, signifying his intent to exit. "Let me know if you need another ride," he added, both to flirt with Amy and aggravate Blaze.
"Aha, yes..." Amy didn't dare to wave him goodbye or kiss him; not with the smouldering glare of one of her closest friends on her - and on her rumpled clothing. She was too embarassed to swoon as he left the apartment with a rather obnoxious wink back at her, and turned back to Blaze, "Listen, he just... we just..." since her clothes said it all, she settled for, "What? I'm a big girl..."
"You sound like a four-year-old who wants to wear a bra," Blaze pointed out, making a point to lock the door as loudly and dramatically as possible, so that Scourge could hear her do it. "What're you thinking?! A rebound guy, really?! Are we in Junior High, Amy?! Ugh, he's waiting for the elevator... I want him out of here!" She was focused solely on the peep-hole, obviously repulsed by Scourge's demeanor. And whatever history they had together. "I didn't even know you like Heavy Metal."
"I don't," Amy shrugged, "Hey, you were the one who said I needed to stop crying over Sonic and get on with my life!" she pointed out defensively, "And it's not a rebound; I met him at the signing and we just... a bit... it means nothing, I swear! What's your problem with that?"
"It was a nothing that involved everything; you just described exactly what a rebound is- Oh thank the moons, he's getting in the elevator... The doors are closing... And he's out of my life again. Yuck!" She turned around, leaned back against the door, and hugged her shoulders, shuddering in disgust. "Why did it have to be him...? Don't you know he's your ex-fiance's brother?!"
"Step-brother," Amy corrected her, "Yeah... what's that got to do with anything?" she sagged, "Yeah, I know... I know I shouldn't have..." She looked up, "What's so bad about him, anyway? I mean sure, he's a bad boy but... lots of guys are bad boys. It sounds like you've got a problem with him, personally."
"Ugh, even if I didn't, he'd still be disgusting..." Blaze shook her head. "Look, Amy, you're really... playing with fire here. Scourge isn't just a bad boy; he's a terrible boy. A horrific boy; not a man at all. He's a whore. A vile, womanizing whore who's never made love in his life because he's been too busy making fuck with any moist crevice he could stick his germy penis into," the cat stepped off the door. "You should shower, and scrub yourself until you're wearing a new face."
"Yeah, I do need a wash..." Amy straightened up, "And we didn't fuck, y'know? I'm not a slut; we just... made out... a lot." She sighed and turned away from Blaze, stripping on her way to the shower. Two women who lived together for a good while could end up very casual. She still blushed when Blaze saw her snapped thong, "I just don't get what's so bad about him, okay? He took me to a cafe before we... um... made out..." She was starting to feel concerned that Blaze might be right; there were purple stains on her thighs already.
"You don't know him, Amy. You don't know men like- Okay, I'll be fair. You don't know people like him. You've only ever been with Sonic, and he was such a nice, loving guy. Scourge is green because he's rotten to the dick; guys like that are why I date girls," Blaze was now leaning on the kitchen counter; the apartment structured so that she could still see Amy. And all the new marks she was wearing. "He'll destroy you, Girl. He'll take everything you have and make you think you like it, and leave you hating yourself with absolutely nothing. Leave the door open while you shower; I may need to throw up just from thinking about his germs on you... And on my couch!" she yelled, realizing Scourge had been sitting on it. "Where's the disinfectant?!" With that, she took off for the broom closet, leaving Amy to her shower. And her thoughts..
Amy went to drop her clothes in the wash-basket, automatically fishing through the pockets. To her surprise, she found a piece of paper with a cell-number on it, the words 'Call Me' and Scourge's signature. That made her blush all over again, even without Blaze looking straight at her. She headed to the shower. She felt worried about the cat's words; her flatmate had no reason to lie to her. But at the same time... her words didn't make any sense. A change was as good as a rest, right? How bad could Scourge possibly be?
