MOVE FORWARD 5
Being selfish (a mixture of his aged need with the crazy desire he had for this hedgehog) Shadow gave himself free rein. The best way to receive pleasure is when these two things circulate in every millilitre of the lover's blood. When one is there only to satisfy him of oneself. The warrior Shadow resurfaced, the true Shadow, the one who was always there, the one who fought in soul against his own tragedy and in body against his own creator Black Doom, his eventual boss Robotnik, the Metarex creatures and even his current object of desire. Now a new form of struggle has become present, the love struggle with the lover, the deepest one, the most desired, the one that came closest to what was right. Everything about him came out in every movement he executed, he was ecstatic about his own internal complexity. He went ahead confused, amnesiac, in pain, resentful and guilty but also liberated, fluctuating, victorious. And just as he felt inside on the outside he did something similar to the strange thing he had done before, he grabbed, pulled, pushed, lifted, held the equivalent of his own weight in one hand, gravity seemed not to work between them as he lifted and turned his lover like nothing. Only someone like Sonic or another fighter would have endured his attacks. He loved him with everything he had and left nothing behind. The effort he put into this contest was a hundred times greater than all the others, he needed to get rid of so many lost fights, of so many fruitless sacrifices, of so much he had and never gave. The moans of despair resounded again in his throat and when this happened, when his arms were tensed motionless by all the hatred against him, his lover kissed him peacefully to convey feelings of love. And it turned out very well. He managed to transform grunts into sweet and gentle sobs. In a safe home, in a solace.
The language of Shadow was very distinctive, even easy to read. Furious outbursts were distinguished from amorous ones. The beastly noises of domesticated sounds. The guilt-laden slaps with the begging caresses of forgiveness. All this was easy to control because Sonic had his heart in his hands and Shadow, like the sensitive and hurt child he was, would immediately back down if he asked for it with a kiss. Sonic thought-Who would have loved me like this?-moved by his almost insane worship.
His movements were strange, yes, unexpected, but completely flattering. A rich mix between passion and violence, or rather excessive desire, or a lot of strength. He grabbed him by holding him between his arm and his body, sitting where he had easy access to his beloved's favorite parts, his mouth, face, neck and eyes to watch. And devoured him by nibbling even in the places that seemed impossible to do so under the rule of reason. He was literally eating him like a wolf to its prey, a starving one. He bit him and then rubbed him with his tongue dragging his skin because he was not satisfied with the former. Sonic grabbed him tightly with one hand on his spikes, the one on the side of Shadow's body, and with the other on his chest hairs and demanded him very urgently:-God, finish me.-and when the black hedgehog took him Sonic couldn't stop himself and discharged all the tension that had been building up in his fists. Shadow endured a great deal of torment, while his beloved lost his head did his best to please him while feeling that part of his body was about to be ripped away.
Then, with Sonic demolished on the floor, he kissed him sweetly and resumed his crazy journey through the torrential channels of his soul.