MOVE FORWARD 4
Sonic was in the same position he left him. Shadow leaned the entire bag of food on his belly. Sonic opened the blanket tighted with a bow and a splendid amount of food appeared before his eyes. There were chillidogs, meat portions, salads, grilled fish, a bottle of water, all wrapped in palm leaves.-Where did all this come from?-Sonic asked-looks like the food at the party.-It is.-he answered-This is what was left over.
Chewing on a chillidog he went to sit in the same place as the night before. And Shadow sat a little closer to him.-Go on, eat, it's very good.-Sonic said-You eat, I don't need to eat.-I don't understand how-said Sonic with a full and dirty mouth-you can survive without eating, how your body works, you know? maybe it could be something interesting to research for science, you know, scientific discoveries and all that-Don't be rude and don't talk with your mouth full-Shadow reproached him-You should go and have Tails take a look at you. Mh! It's so good! I was starving. How can you deprive yourself of this pleasure? That's why you're so serious and bitter, you don't do anything for your own satisfaction.-How I would like to deprive myself of seeing you spit out what you eat.-Okey, I´m sorry.-Sonic swallowed his food and spoke-You should eat to fill your palate with flavours, to calm down a bit that obsession you have with kissing my mouth.-Shut up-he said.-I'm serious, Shad. Try it. Everyone enjoys the taste of food.-All right. I'll do it at the next party. Now you eat.-Yes, dad.-said Sonic.
Shadow looked at his hands, extended his palms, remembered the feeling of a few minutes ago when he woke up next to Sonic. He thought:-I should meet my needs. There was a time when I let everything go and in the end I was left with nothing. I don't have to make the same mistake today. Who knows what might happen tomorrow.-He looked at his beautiful hedgehog and it was not difficult to pick up on that sweet feeling. He noticed that he was holding his arm and changing hands to eat.-What's wrong with your arm?-he asked. Sonic replied in a humble tone-It's a little tired... it worked a lot with you yesterday.-he said and released air from his mouth along with a nervous laugh.-I think that's why I'm so hungry. By the way, we could bathe in the river, it's hot.-Shadow did not know how to react to that but said-Hey. I'm sorry if yesterday I did something that... made you uncomfortable.-No, no. You, you-Sonic ran his hand over the thorns in his head-you gave me more than I have given you, now I can see it.-Shadow stood up and displayed all his encouragement on Sonic, who immediately took the hint. He was truly like a wolf about to devour him with love.-Can you wait until I finish eating, please?-he asked him already consumed by his emanations.-Of course I can.-The rest of the meal was silent because even though Sonic wanted to engage in some conversation his wolfie was greedy for him as if behind an invisible wall that would not let him attack, and that wall was the request of his beloved.
Rest. Would you leave everything to me?-asked Shadow-Do you know who gave me all this food?-Tails? Amy?-Sonic guessed-No, pup, do you remember the cock that came to talk to me at the celebration?-Yes-He did.-Sid?-Yes, Sid. And his wife Freia.-It's great. When I get back I'm going to thank them.-Do it.
He massaged his tired shoulder and arm, very slowly and gently. He stroked him with his open fingers between the spikes (or strocked his hands with his spikes), if he did so delicately he wouldn't hurt himself. He discovered that caressing against the grain relaxed him.-Come-he said and separated him with all his affection from the cave wall and laid him face down on his lap.-What do you think I am?-said Sonic dragging his speech-An old lady's lap cat?-he was so wonderfully pampered that his tone of voice became unrecognisable:-If I were a cat and could purr...-and then said words without articulation and produced strange noises that caused laughter. Shadow attended to his own need to feel and experiment with his hands and Sonic would get lost and drunk from the tickling of the hair on the skin when someone spun it around.