Fragment 11: Noisy

"Ahhh!" Jet ran out of one of the rooms, panting. Arrow came to his side immediately, her eyes asking him what the matter was.

"T-that bah, buh-bird," Jet sputtered. Arrow lifted her paw. A note was tied to it.

That's just Paulie, it read. Through him, you'll hear answers to your questions, or responses to your needs, from either Krystal or I. That is, until I go to sleep. Sonic.

"H-how did you…!" Jet stammered.

"Squawk! Paulie knows, Paulie knows! Squawk!" The parrot, Paulie, answered. Jet returned to the room and sat on the small, low-to-the-ground bed.

"I still don't see what this whole thing has to do with me."

"Squawk! Your father was a friend of Mirando's-squawk! He had connections! Squawk!"

"How is Paulie answering my questions, and who is this?"

"Squawk! Paulie is specially trained to channel answers to questions or responses-squawk-by reading air vibrations with his wings! Oh, and this is Sonic! Squawk!"

Jet chuckled and leaned back. "Figures. Is Arrow back with you?"

"Yes! Squawk!"

"How did you get hurt?"

Paulie didn't answer for a long time. This caused Jet to sit upright again. "Maybe he's just eating," he thought aloud.

"No, I'm here! Squawk!"

"Answer me, then!" Jet demanded. "How did you get-?"

"I remember the question! Squawk! Can't you ask another one?"

"I'm worried, I want to know." Jet hoped the worry in his voice conveyed on Sonic's end.

There was another long silence. Jet closed his eyes and laid backwards. Arrow swiftly brought him his rice and fled again. Paulie stared at him quizzically. Then…

"Squawk! Come to my room and I'll tell you! Squawk! Arrow will show you!"

Jet arose and walked out into the hallway, bringing his steaming white rice with him. Sure enough, Arrow appeared. Walking slowly three or four steps ahead of him, she led him down the massive halls and past many doors that Jet paid little attention to until he came upon a door painted gold. Arrow pawed at the doorknob until it came undone, leapt into the room, and curled up by her master's feet. Jet stepped in and looked around.

The room was nothing special. The walls were a deep, nighttime blue and the flooring was oak. A rather large bed was the centerpiece with bedclothes that sparkled like sapphires, and in fact were that color. However, Sonic laid atop all this, leaning heavily against a mountain of emerald green pillows that looked rather soft. His eyes were tired, but his smile was welcoming. "Hey, Jet. C'mon in."

Jet's jaw dropped. "Dude, this is your room?" He noted there was a plush rug at the foot of the bed, which Arrow was curled up on, one golden eye staring at him.

Sonic nodded. "Uh huh." He yawned.

"Did you eat?" Jet asked, hopping on the edge of the bed and munching his rice.

Sonic shrugged. "A little. My wound is really deep, so it makes it hard for me to eat."

"You must be hungry."

"Famished," Sonic groaned, his head falling back into the pillows behind him. "But, what can I do? It hurts to eat."

"How long has it been since you ate?"

"Three, maybe four days."

"Krystal should've given you painkillers."

Sonic sighed. "They don't work for long. I'll explain. Just like the weird dream, I met up with Mortimer, AKA Don Temple. My "sister", Cordelia was the young assassin sent to kill him by my father the Dark Lord. However, she let him go free. My father killed her and Mortimer was set free. He wanted to take revenge on my father and…" He sighed. "He dragged you into this."

"How long have we been bonded?"

"Since we were born." Sonic explained. "Your mother had given birth to Cordelia three years before, which connected you to the Dark Lord…though indirectly."

"We both have the same father?"

"No. My father only had sex with your mother before she had you. Your mother was murdered by my father after having you."

"Why?"

Sonic massaged his temple. "No one that enters my father's house leaves alive…for long."

"I see. So, the wounds?"

"They were made by dark magic. It can only be withstood by a completed bond; the two of us together. Since you weren't there, I basically got mortally wounded."

"Oh," Jet put his rice bowl down. He wasn't hungry anymore. "Sonic?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't even know you."

Sonic chuckled. "Okay," he allowed. "Let's get to know each other." He shouldered off the kimono and let it drop to the floor. Arrow went and sat by the door. "We'll know if anyone comes in," Sonic explained, turning over to lie on his stomach. Jet noticed it had gotten really dark in the room.

Jet looked at Sonic's lean body. The moonlight shining through the window exposed him as a beautiful, sexy person. "Oh my God," he whispered.

"What?" Sonic asked. "Go on. Have me."

"Are you sane?" Jet half screamed. "We hardly know each other! On top of that, I've only ever had sex with girls before!"

Sonic chuckled. "Calm down. We're bonded. You'll know what to do."

Jet came to rest over Sonic, placing his stick into Sonic's entrance. Sonic gasped as Jet leaned over him, forcing the stick deeper into the entrance. Both boys were surprised by how amazing it felt. Jet's hands groped Sonic's lean body and all Sonic had to do was sigh and moan when it was appropriate. Jet squeezed his hand under Sonic's body and grabbed his stick. Sonic moaned with pleasure.

"Sonic," Jet breathed, tasting the sweat that had formed on Sonic's back.

"What?" Sonic grunted.

"You're so amazingly sexy." Breathed Jet.

"Aren't you glad you've got me?" Sonic asked.

"Hmm. More like fortunate, my poor boy." Jet grinned.