Sonic stayed out of it for a little while. He wouldn't have been able to tell how much time had passed with no clock present inside the room but at least an hour or so after Scourge had reached his own climax inside of him.

When he stirred to life, he would have immediately wished he was asleep again. His body was terribly sore. His jaw was swollen from where he obtained a chipped tooth before which was also accompanied by a bump at the back of his head. His back stung when he tried to bend and move, and his ass gave way to the same pressure. Sonic was sticky and wet and didn't feel good at all; and he was still without a full adequate rest.

His stomach felt empty and his conscience wouldn't relent. It wasn't enough he physically felt bad, he had to mentally berate and scold himself too, and the second he woke up. Everything that happened, every little detail he said and did before, all of it replayed vividly inside his mind to shame him further and make him feel bad - or worse, however you want to look at it - before he even opened up an eye.

Said emeralds started to open to look around his surroundings, blurry at first, and then his vision gradually began to clear.

When Sonic regained consciousness Scourge was gone. That much was a given even before all of this; he seemed to be the last person one would expect to be a cuddler. Well ... maybe Stripes, too, but that was another story entirely. Sonic noticed something off immediately when his senses returned to him. Heated humidity was present in the air along with something that barely managed to overpower the raunchy smell of sex. Food. Had to be, and it was coming from the common room.

A full kitchen was out of the question for the tactical base, but there was a little kitchenette tucked in the far corner that could handle the creation of simple dishes. Two pots, a saucepan and a dutch oven, were bubbling away on top of the stove. The saucepan and half a dozen of hot dogs submerged in boiling water. In the other was a thick, meaty, chili that seemed to be devoid of anything resembling a vegetable. Though they were out in the common room, Scourge seemed to be nowhere to be found. His prescience couldn't be felt anywhere in the base. Just like the incident before Sonic was alone, but at least he wasn't in the dark like last time. None the less, leaving those pots on the stove unattended was never a good idea. What was he thinking!?

It took a second for Sonic to convince himself to get up even with the food beckoning him from another room. Once he did, his legs trembled in support of his throbbing backside and back. His head swum briefly as though he got up too fast but he had taken his slow sweet time. Keyword being slow. Despite all that was going on which led to bigger concerns, he missed running, in a seemingly random idea that came to him. He hadn't been here that long and he wanted to run so bad. Now he barely felt in the condition to walk.

Looking down at himself, his face scrunched up with distaste at the matted fur on his peach tummy and between his legs. He looked and felt utterly disgusting.

With a heavy sigh, he let himself be distracted from his body's disgrace. He moved out of the bedroom as his stomach growled weakly. He found himself in the kitchen area where he was faced with a rather tasty sight. The second he saw the two pots, Scourge was kicked out of his mind as his mouth started to water. He wandered over, looking to see if it was ready yet. Obviously he knew Scourge had to of set this all up but he knew it wouldn't have been for him.

At the thought of the green hedgehog moseying back into his mind, he glanced around, wondering where he went and why he'd leave the stove on like this. Wherever he went, he couldn't have gone far, right?

Sonic got a good idea. He'd eat as much as he could before he got back. Not to piss him off or anything, though that was always fun to do, he needed to eat and he was afraid the green hedgehog might starve him otherwise.

He waited to make sure the delectable weenies and chili were done before he started to whip the two together and make him several. See how the mighty have fallen; reduced to sneaking food behind his captor's back in an attempt to sustain himself. The darker hedgehog didn't seem to be lurking in the shadows waiting for him to take the bait so he had reason to punish him (again). Sonic's meal would not be eaten completely in silence, however, since the well timed roar of a Sonic Boom right outside marked Scourge's arrival when he made the last of those chili dogs.

Scourge barreled down the stairs leading to the upper level, or tried to, only to stall when he caught sight of blue fur down in the common room. Already up? His light eyes grew larger, but he didn't call out for him to stop just yet. Instead he backed towards the wall and took a flying leap across the air to land crouching on the counter directly behind the stove. He carried a six pack in his left hand that was placed down on the counter beside him.

Scourge reached forward and made an attempt to scoop his counterpart into his arms at the expense of pulling him away from his would-be meal. " Mornin', babe. " He whispered in the other's ear before briefly taking hold of the appendage in his teeth for a tug. " Good thing I caught you before you dug into those. " Gesturing over to the steaming chili covered hotdogs.

Sonic cringed inwardly at the first sign of Scourge's arrival and had instantly stopped what he was doing - though was tempted to hastily make one any way and shove it into his mouth before he was pulled over to him. Sonic tensed, his quills up, and needless to say he didn't look so submissive and happy as he was before. He looked disgruntled and quite the opposite.

The blue hedgehog moved slightly, a half hearted attempt to keep out of Scourge's arms. He swallowed, tilting his head away from the mouth that made him feel so good before. He didn't want anything to do with him when something so much nicer sat on the stove just waiting to be devoured.

Sonic's expression fell even more, ears pinned back in an aggressive pout. "Yeah, good thing." He remarked sarcastically, figuring whatever this meant would prolong the terrible, empty feeling in his stomach.

Scourge seemed completely oblivious (or uncaring) to his counterpart's drastic change of mood when he dug into his pocket. This could've been a very dangerous action given the last time he'd done so he tried to taze him and the time before that syringe was brought into play. What he produced didn't look immediately lethal, however. It was a large white pill encased in plastic and foil wrapping. He tore it open with his teeth and passed the pill to the arm wrapped around his irritate captive's shoulders. " You need to take this with food or it'll make you sick. " This would have been the part where he proceeded to shove the pill in his mouth, but he opted to just hand him the pill before adjusting his stance on the counter.

Scourge slid down until his rear sat on it, legs hanging over the side, and his free hand going for the first can on the plastic string of the six pack. " Take that, one of these beers, and three of those. Touch another an' I'll hit you with ten thousands volts. " He loved chilidogs just as much as his alternate did. In any other circumstance he wouldn't feel inclined to share. " I don't like sneakin' into Mobotropolis too much. Too many Freedom Fighters ... " He muttered more to himself than him while he opened his can. " ... that reminds me. I sent those losers a few pictures of you to assure them you're still alive. Took them while you were sleeping. " There was a hint of color on his cheeks when he added in that last part. He just hoped the hungry hedgehog didn't notice.

Sonic had idly glanced at the beer, not exactly a drinker himself, but he could deal with one in order to rinse down the pill and three chilidogs. Plus the fact he hasn't had anything to drink (other than certain other fluids) made his throat a little dry and sticky all at the same time. A weird combination that he didn't like at all.

He went for a can first in order to rid himself of the pill before he got started on the chilidogs, listening to the green hedgehog absentmindedly. When Scourge mentioned sending off pictures to him, he looked rather uneasy. He was afraid that he would have sent something more explicit. "Wouldn't that just make me look dead?" Asleep without any bondages holding him down? What would they think of that? ...And if they got sight of his backside... Well, hopefully his tail covered that area.

" They had that computer-chick take a good look at the pictures. Said she was able to detect movement that showed you were breathing, or somethin'. I don't get that crap. " He took another hard gulp of his drink before reaching for a chili dog. He made sure to casually brush his arm across the other's shoulder in his wake. It almost looked like an accident. " Princess-bitch said she wanted to hear you for herself, though. " Sonic was quite fortunate that he had his mouth occupied with food following that comment. He was too distracted with it to berate anymore of his friends.

Though annoyed by his choice of words, Sonic busied himself with a freed beer with one hand while he put the pill on his tongue with his other. He didn't give himself a chance to really taste it before he had his drink opened and downed a gulp.

He gave a bitter expression, not exactly fond of the beer its self. He put it down, and headed over to the stove to fix himself his first chili dog. Being so hastily distracted, he wouldn't have noticed the new spark of color on Scourge's cheeks. The rosy color stemmed from the memory of seeing the hedgehog sleeping moments after their sinful act. Given the circumstances behind his forced sleep Scourge couldn't call the sight 'peaceful', but the near-blank expression on Sonic's face in that state was enough to stir an uncertain feeling well hidden in Scourge's mind. Scourge couldn't explain what exactly it was. Experiencing it was enough to make him think twice about sending those photos. Scourge (quite selfishly) thought that it was a sight that no other should be allowed to see.

Sonic made a chili dog but didn't bite into it right away. He held it in his hand and stared at it as though he was torturing himself with it first. It was just then he realized how much he was missing the others. "I wouldn't mind hearing her either." He mumbled, sounding a little distant, but didn't allow himself to go hungry any longer. He bit into the chili dog and quickly swallowed the bite down, barely giving himself a chance to chew it up properly. A couple of seconds later, he was continuing to gnaw it down into oblivion.

" Tonight you'll get your chance. Just don't say anything stupid. " Along the lines of 'I'm being raped by my evil twin! Help me!' for example.

Scourge finished his share of the chili dogs in the span of a minute, one after another, and was already on his second beer. Since he didn't feel like dragging out the subject of friends any further he decided to change the subject entirely. The green hedgehog released a content sigh after tasting his golden alcoholic beverage. " Today's a great day for runnin'. Mid 60s, little wind, really fresh air, and not a single cloud in the sky. The water in the Lake of Rings felt great, too. " It was hardly noticeable, but the green hedgehog was completely clean from the night's previous activities. With the shortage of water he decided it was best to take a bath elsewhere, but did he have to do it in such a sacred place?

Sonic was already on his second chili dog when Scourge took it upon himself to tell the forecast. Immediately he found himself longing to be outside (again) to experience it. His legs were just itching to be let loose so he could well exercise those powerful muscles. He felt like a chained dog and though he wasn't bound down this base just wasn't big enough for him. At the same time he found himself frustrated at the thought of Scourge bathing in the Lake of Rings. Once more, an unfriendly look was casted in his direction before looking away. Something was mumbled into the next bite of his chili dog. Something along the lines of indicating Scourge's real species. Not a hedgehog, but a pig.

He was certain there were other words that could best describe the other's behavior but he couldn't think of anything better at the time. He would have said more and picked him apart if it wasn't for the fact he had a promise to uphold.

Scourge did little more than smile when given that dirty look too. The lake was the biggest source of fresh water around here. He didn't do that to intentionally ruffle his rival's feathers, at first, but now he was glad that he did. It was easy to keep tabs on his bitter counterpart's expression from just a few feet away. There was one place in particular that he noticed a distinct change. Seeing that got the gears in his demented mind spinning. " Hey babe ... " He paused to finish off his beer; carelessly throwing it aside since the pig wasn't a stickler for cleanliness. Then he suggested the most inane thing. " ... let's have a race. Outside. " There it was again; that wicked grin that hinted there was more to the madness. " I'm always up for the challenge and I think you can use some fresh air. You look like a drowned rat. " He chuckled.

Sonic nearly choked on his last bite of his second chili dog. He stared, green eyes suspicious. He doubted he was feeling sorry for him any but it was like he was reading his mind.

Even though his hunger issues were being solved, he was in no condition to win a race against his rival. Not that he wouldn't try if not just for the fresh air alone. However, he was more than a little hesitant, considering how Scourge always seemed to have some other hidden motive involved.

And besides that? He looked and smelt like blood and cum.

"Not without a shower." He insisted, "And what's the catch?" If not just to rub a future victory in Sonic's face? He doubted it was as simple and childish as that.

Might have been a 'twin thing'; Scourge's intuition about his alternate's thoughts led him to the right place way too often than not. Was Sonic capable of doing the same? Absolutely. He just had to think outside of the box and go on his intuition. Sonic may have seen better days but Scourge was going to be given a major handicap. He was currently opening his third beer. Chances are he wasn't going to be capable of running in a straight line by the time they actually got outside.

" Simple. " Scourge had his lips on the rim while he spoke and didn't speak again until he took it down to half. " I'll get to fuck you when you get there if I win. " Outside in broad daylight where it was very likely they'd be spotted. " If you win you get to fuck me. " Sonic was going to receive his seed regardless of who won the race, for sure, but now he had the power to decide where and when to an extent. " My only condition is that I get to choose where we race to. It'll be nowhere near Mobotropolis, I assure you. " It seemed that Scourge hated that place with an unknown passion. Might have been because it reminded him of the home he left behind.

However, he probably shouldn't have expected Sonic to be happy with these conditions. First off, everyone knew who he was even if they didn't do it near Mobotropolis. The idea of someone seeing him made Sonic panic inside, whereas it might have made Scourge excited. And Sonic wasn't too eager to claim his reward if he did win.

Sonic had been too busy finishing his chili dog to voice his thoughts on the matter, but when he finished and started to, he was immediately cut off. Scourge caught his lips with a drunken kiss in more than one sense. His breath smelled of alcohol even before Scourge parted his lips to briefly probe the inside of his counterpart's mouth. It lasted only a few seconds, ten or so, before the green hedgehog pulled back to slouch on that counter. " Go clean yourself up, babe. "

Sonic wiped his mouth with a sneer, still not happy. "I didn't agree to this yet." It might have been a stupid thing to say if Scourge expected him to have no choice. "For one, I don't want to fuck you. If I win, I should at least be able to decide what it is I get."

Admittedly, the only things that Scourge really thought about were food, sex, and taking over the world. Since he already ate and was pretty content with his high-tech hangout he made the conditions out of the last possible thing he could think of. Scourge couldn't say that he was happy with his rival's uppity attitude returning, but he was grateful that the hedgehog was showing more like in him than he was last night. After a performance like that he thought he broke him. Literally.

" I don't remember giving you a choice. " Scourge admitted with a bit of a snap in his voice. " We're going outside. You can either run behind me or get carried. I don't care. " Actually he thought he'd get off a little binding the hedgehog again.

" Fine. I'll let you choose whatever you want if you win, but you won't. " Sonic wasn't so sure his chances of winning either, but since it didn't appear he had an option, he was going to try his hardest. The fear of being seen doing it in public would definitely drive him to push past the pain that would certainly go with it. He was sore from just walking, let alone running at his top speed.

"Well, since you're so sure of yourself, I suppose you won't mind calling me King and doing whatever I say for the remaining week." Sonic surprisingly commanded, eying Scourge with an arched brow, and waiting expectantly for a reaction. It seemed rather cocky of him to request but Sonic wasn't one to so easily push over even under extreme cases like these. He had definitely changed since earlier but not to the point he was going to be cowering every time he saw the other, or begging for more. If he did succeed with this, he could save himself from a lot more torment, he was sure -- and perhaps any more changes he might find himself regretting later in order to appease the brute. He almost feared Scourge's promise; that he'd get him broke by the end of the week in order to save his own hide. Because if he didn't, Sonic was definitely going to do something in order to get him turned in.

Unfortunately, Thursday was a long way away. Considering it took Scourge a day to get Sonic to transcend from trying to claw his eyes out to moaning in ecstasy underneath him, the green hedgehog felt pretty confident about himself. His confidence in this situation, and himself, made him believe that he was a good enough negotiator to get his way ... or at least get an acceptable deal. Sonic's suggestion was anything but acceptable, but he was willing to meet his captive halfway. " For the rest of today. " Which was just a few hours unbeknown to him. " Then we can do something else tomorrow under different terms. You get to choose what it is if you win, too, and I'll do the same. " That would definitely add some spice to this situation outside of the bedroom. His mind was already flooding with possibilities. It also caused a once distant memory to come back to his mind.

" King Sonic? " Scourge's expression changed for a moment, a light hitting his eyes. One that caused him to push his black shades back against the bridge of his nose to hide it. " Funny how you want to be called that now. I offered you a chance to really be a King and you turned it down. " Remember? Probably not. They were getting their asses kicked pretty bad during that fight.

Sonic had only meant it in a way to mock him. No serious thought was applied to it other than that but Scourge seemed to have found the idea interesting. The blue hedgehog remembered well what he was talking about though only in that case he wouldn't have been able to push the green hedgehog around too. Join him? He wouldn't push things that far just yet.

"Yeah, funny." Sonic uttered dryly, deciding not to bother with an explanation. He simply turned and headed out, intent on getting his shower now before the race. The wind could blow dry him off this time.