Title: A Cursed Obsession
Cartoon/Comic: Sonic Underground/Archie Sonic the Hedgehog
Pairing: Manourge
For: ilikepie1100
Chapter 10: Pain and Wretched Horror Part 3
The smile on Manic's face was altogether too sweet as he watched Scourge struggle under the hand covering his mouth. The look in those blue eyes was absolutelypriceless.
"I bet you'll swallow it." Manic said, trusting Scourge enough to think that he'd do so and enjoy it without him having to force it down him. He took his hand away from Scourge's mouth, and against the evil hedgehog's better judgment, spat it out immediately. The orange eyed hedgehog frowned at this. Now, Scourge lookedseething mad.
"You… bet…. wrong." Scourge growled. He wanted to kill his captor. More than anything, he wanted to feel the weight of his foot come down on Manic's windpipe, and then he wanted to tear it out. Hell, he felt insane enough to rip out Manic's heart and eat it he was so angry. He vowed to completely rip him apart once he broke free from this hell.
"I see." Manic picked up his knife again with his left hand and walked to the end of the table where Scourge's legs were spread wide apart. "I wanted to do this the easy way for us. I wanted to use the blood from your legs as lubricant for when we do this, this time, but you've changed my mind."
"What do you need it for! You said before that taking it dryly was alright with you! You bled down there after impaling yourself on me, and yet you want to slicken it up this time to make it work! No! I don't think so!" the blue eyed hedgehog said defiantly. He would have crossed his arms if he could have. Then again, if his arms were free, he could break free of the rest of his restraints and bust Manic's teeth in. He wouldn't have been here this long if he weren't tied down.
"It's not gonna be used for me." Manic took on a serious look. Almost looking angry, and slightly remorseful.
"W-what?" Scourge said, suddenly feeling panicked again. "M-m….ME!"
"Yes, you. I wanna show you just how great it is to be pounded. The way it feels to have that sensitive area inside of you abused in the most wonderful way. How it feels to take it deep, hard and strong…."
"No! I don't want that! Can't we just stay like we are? You can even chop my legs off instead, just NOT THAT!" Scourge was serious. Almost. 'My legs? Wait, I need those to escape!' He now worried that he'd given Manic an idea, but Manic didn't even need to contemplate whether or not he would go along with that new plan.
"Nah. I like your legs. You should keep them. I don't plan on cutting anything off." He ran a finger on the edge of the blade, barely tearing the fabric of Scourge's gloves he wore.
"Hey, you're gonna ruin 'em if you keep doing that!" Scourge complained. "You said we share things, now, so think about it: would you like it if I ruined your stuff?"
"I wouldn't mind. Only because it's you…." Manic blushed a little bit. "And since we share, now, and you fully agree…. That means I get to fuck your brains out."
Scourge gasped. Not only had he given Manic unintentional consent to ruin his stuff, but he had given him permission to ruin him, too. This was going to be rough.