New chapter :x
Now you may get at me for rushing into this so early but trust me on this. tHe sooner its out the way, the sooner the plot shifts along and I can throw further bits and pieces in to what lead up to this as the plot moves otherwise we're in danegr of this just being a pure sex fic without plot :x
I place a warning on this chapter, towards the end it gets reeeeeeeally limey and heavy implied, I'm happy that the chapter end was so convient Oo
Fallen to the pits of Hades
Chapter 2 – Hedgehog Nurse
The Hedgehog of ebony and scarlet wandered his abbey lair for many an hour with memories shifing, searching for nothing and not even considering daring to go down to where the corpses of his staked meals lay. His mind is also wandering afar, clinging tightly to his own shadow than the body it is within, a momentaral get away.
When he had first found this place, he treated the desecrated ground as a stairwell to hell rather than the former glory it gave on the upwards to Heaven and its followers. It was like a prison, to prevent him being discovered and for him to sink deeper and deeper into depression for what he had become and what this life forced him to take.
Now though, it is kind of homey in its own twisted dark look, a haven for any dark dwellers and its followers whether by choice or birth. To his own eyes, it gained its own beauty when he released her several years ago now though even he will admit to being oblivious to why he did despite it has since stopped his suicidal tendencies. He had attempted suicide wound and death prior to her resurrection but a life of immortality always brings its captor back no matter how desperately they long for it to be gone.
All it left was a shattered mind with desperation and frustration rippling through their veins. Vague memories, lack of awareness and further lack of wanting to be.
Perhaps that is why he released her, maybe.
He stalks the many corridors, using his unique teleporting ability whenever he reaches a dead end to appear somewhere else and to search on in the continuing cycle's revolutions. The main reason for this wandering was sheer lack of anything better to do, with a lack of ability to sleep, the destructive daylight hours and the chaotic energy constantly infusing him with strength to last there is just no will. Until the nightly chariot of plague and death returns to the skylights and brings feeble comfort to the day wakers once more, his prowling and untouched memory was and is all he has till his own angel of obsidian and rose awakens once more to join him.
A wry smile crosses his lips; he couldn't wait for those waking eyes shifting into focus to see him there. The cursed hours have a long time to drag their heels before she is released into his company however; the patience for her awakening buried in his corpse is astounding.
The demon eventually gives up his wanderings, not bothering to give his dead limbs the running stride they so richly scream for; instead taking his slow pace back to the throne where he had been since the last night. It gave him no sense of superiority; much like the elder who most have once sat on the webbed covers, it gave a sense of solitude and vague yet hazy peace of mind for a little while. The magic has been draining and the effects weakening so it may eventually come down to self-harm or other ingredients he could steal from the locals to pass the drawn out hours of the lighter and industrious guardians.
The vampire's back slumps against the throne back, sloping him to the side so if it wasn't for the alert eyes, he would have some chance of being passed as sleeping. Reaching down with an arm, the Hedgehog pulls away a compartment near the base of the throne, snatching up the contents sharply in a paw and refusing to look until the gem was staring back at his own orbs.
A Chaos Emerald.
He stares intently into the absurdly eye-catching gem, rubbing a paw over the smooth surface to refresh the memory imprint of every side of his lifeline. Like him, the emerald of dark cobalt is eternal, indestructible. It however contains raw energy that its current holder happens to thrive upon, what he uses to drag out his time and appease his niggling reluctance to take a life to sate his own.
The emerald glows softly, its flame constantly enriched with fuel despite some of the wavering power being drained away and up the lord's arm to enhance the weaker circulation of his body. Strange, he cares so little for those his mate takes to keep her own life stable but for himself, he feels he must draw out by using the jewel clutched tightly to his fur.
Some promises, even fading forgotten ones, do see sense to seep into a mind without directly revealing their presence.
The Hedgehog gazes at the emerald until the dusk hours approach; watching the flickers of energy and his reflection from it carving deep into his mind from the muti-bearing surface. It speaks of age, of death, of renewal, of need; all from a sample of images displayed across the crystalline surface Like his affection soon to stir, the object is his and his alone, the only thing needed to keep his life worthwhile over starvation from before.
Looking up, the hedgehog returns the emerald to its holder out of absent mind as he himself gazes at the fading richness of daylight less boldly entering their retreat.
'It is time' he half whispers to no one but to state the fact to him.
Stretching down from the throne, he first eliminates the kinks from his body before daring to move further, aided further with a satisfied expression from the numb bones screeching at the unnatural change in angles used to flex them. Exultant at his renewed mobility, he uses his unique teleportation technique brought down and passed by the emeralds ability to her bedside.
The elder vampire gazes at the body strewn across the bed from her former curled position, the cover a mangle and more tightly clutched around her slender form. A smile clambers across his tan as he places himself on the other half of the bed, the same side only the night before he had bandaged her burned paw with delicate precession. He watches her carefully as she mumbles a little in her sleep, her face facing him and the injury stretched out near, she will need that bandaged once more...
Carefully taking her paw in his own, he shuffles closer to the sleeping Hedgehog to sate his reach and begins to carefully unravel the wounded. He fails to notice her flinch ever so slightly; engrossed in making sure he removed the coating with care and for the least discomfort. Holding the end in his teeth, he slowly takes the bandages away with incredible finger dexterity until the dead flesh covered rag completely leaves its former needer of protection. Shadow spits the end out of his mouth, turning away and causing some of the bandage to drape over the edge of the bed as he carefully examines the wounds.
'Healing well' he mutters quietly, the charred is falling away and already the flesh has coated its self in self-protection despite being currently lacking of fur. Daring a momentarily glance upwards, he notices the now awake patient smiling back at him with her free paw supporting her head. Grinning, he lowers his mouth to the hand and kisses it gently causing a stifled giggle from the owner. Rising again with half closed yet jovial scarlet, he slightly head tilts causing his spines to roll.
'You never know, maybe some of my healing will rub off on you' he comments with a smirk. Vampires are naturally fast healers after all but he, the trait of fast recovery remained as steady meaning that few even major wounds lasted beyond an hour or two.
'How about you give me some more, ensure it rubs off better.' She replies, eyelids a flutter as she gazes at him. Her savoir nods, scooping up fresh bandage to wrap around the wound just to give it that extra support. Using his speed educed reflexes, the same care was taken yet the time was severed.
The ebony shuffles closer still to her, draping his now free paws around her and pulls her onto his lap allowing her head to roll back and rest of his shoulder. Her bangs tickle his fur as they slide across his bare arms but he does nothing but locks his paws together upon his chest, gazing into the beloved's eyes now resting upon him. Their gaze heightens as she clasps her own paws round his, ignoring the stiff complaint from her injured one.
She rolls her head off his shoulder rest as he begins to nuzzle her neck with lips, caressing the fur and nipping the skin with the delicacy from before. Her satisfied groans come first, soon followed by her voice coming out in sudden waves, squealing with rapture and mumblings of his name as he intensifies the feeling rippling across her neck, letting him cross her throat to further induce the oddly beautiful sound.
'Sensitive little rose aren't we?' he coos into her closest ear, pulling himself away from the now sodden fur, she barely hears, still having the touch sensation tingling in her fur. Her breath is as strong as a whisper, clinging to the feeling that had just stopped forced its way into her dead form.
He cradles her in his arms while she remains in the slight stasis, a vague touch of the form he had so long ago. She soon returns back to the dead world, resting her head on his obsidian and with eyes half closed in relaxation. He takes a paw from under hers, stroking the quaff that gives her such distinction with the back of his palm before letting it move to touching her hidden stomach fur again in drawn out spirals.
'Are you trying to suggest something, Lord?' the younger questions with a murr. Unable to strain her head to gaze at him directly, she watches his paw fondle her ragged dress so carefully.
'I could be,' he grins devilishly with ears flattening out. 'But I fear something is in the way.' Nodding with understanding, she pulls herself away from him and his touch, off his lap. Dragging her legs from their idle protest, she turns to look at him.
'I suppose I could give my own personal show, I can't say many have gotten to see it.' She counters with the same cooing tone that he had whispered into her ears. He widens an eye curiously but inwardly excitedly in preparation.
She carefully entices the straps to drop down from her shoulders leaving the dress to remain on only by what is clutched to her fur. She giggles at his curious face which causes him to blush a little and look away momentarily until the orbs were drawn back. Truth was, he had never seen her without anything on like this dress or what she had when he first found her as it made him feel uneasy and nervous but this night was different, she had a wound to recover from so she deserves that extra bit of care.
Carefully she pulls the upper half down from herself, taking her arms out of the straps so they no longer force her arms so tight against her body. Taking a hint, the dress instantly slides down her body, hitching on the bed where it is prevented from going further. Her further rose coloured fur lies mostly revealed with age ridden tan stretching from below her shoulders to near where her hips meet.
Underneath the dress are two pieces of clothing he hadn't seen before but his brain knew, a bra and knickers to further cover her underneath. Pushing the dress down her legs until it is completely free from her body; she turns her back to her lover and idly points to the bra strap.
'Could you loosen this for me?' she amorously asks. He nods despite knowing that her head turned away won't notice. Once more cuddling up close to her, one of his legs brushing against her back causing him to slightly blush again, he reaches for the strap, carefully unhooking it from he holders to make it slide down and nestle across her crossed legs.
'Sooo much better' she whispers at the feeling of release. Seeing his chance to help further, the elder begins to rub her shoulder blades carefully, soothing the aching muscles and untangling the knot work they have been caught in. Despite a look of sudden surprise, Amy's face quickly falls into bliss, no one had ever done this before but then again she drove everyone away except who she thought she wanted. Her head tilts slightly to rest on her shoulders as the clawed fingers continue to trespass her body like an experts, taking the unknown strain away from her fur and muscle.
He stops after a while, satisfied all the strain was removed. Never in his long life time had he ever thought he'd be using the long ago taught massage on anyone but then he didn't know a lot was going to happen.
The hedgehog before him begins to look disappointed and leans back into him with her arms lightly covering her breasts out of sheer reflex than anything else. He eyes her curiously, slowly moving one of his own arms to hers as the other helps support her against his chest fur.
'Trying to hide something are we, my dear?' he questions, his natural glance back in full force. She quickly glances up at him and notices where his paw is heading as it slowly drifts across her fur.
'Hmm, I think I need to hear a please first.' She replies with a grin. Ebony rolls his eyes, taking his supporting arm away to creep up from the other side across her chest as well.
'Please!' he suddenly announces, his paws slide under her own and begin to feel the hidden she momentarily refused to reveal. Her own arms fall away as she slides further down his body, revealing in the touch across her breast as the claws carefully meander around her torso. Her groans of delight are muted, muffled as the feeling continues across her and continues to manipulate her senses.
He carefully rubs with his palms, drawing in the sounds of her contentment as he leans over her, watching the glassy eyes as they are half covered. The breast fur is warmer, soft coated more so than the rest of her body he has already tainted. Stretching down her body further, he gently kisses her upon one as his paws tangle the fur below.
Her delight comes out in mumbles as well now, his name being called as he continues to fumble with paws and touch with his mouth, searing the flesh with great care from a receded fang as she goes further limp across him like a rag doll.
'Hell with it!' Rose suddenly states rejuvenated, she quickly turns on him much to his surprise and locks their mouths together, hovering over him as the passion increases as she holds his head still. He submits to it despite the sudden shift, touching across her fur with his hands, all pain from anytime forgotten.
She pulls away momentarily and is quickly drawn back in by him this time that has leaned forward again to be for her touch. Their tongues entangle causing mixtures of the other entering new domains as he pulls her onto him as he lies on the bed partially sunk from the weight. She falls between him, no longer able to support herself on her own.
The hedgehogs of both colours have their eyes remain locked closed, complete slaves to their hormones and drive for each other, everything pent up from months of trust and yearning for the other pouring into the opening of a new night. Neither needing to breathe to keep their lives, they can't get away from the others constant kiss or the touching of the others flesh as paws slide across the others fur, daring it, causing more to burn for what they so strongly wanted.
Cerise and obsidian loose absolute control of their own motions, her hips quickly become bear from the lack of what they former wore due to idle ecstatic hands. Both minds are a flurry with nothing but the other, nothing else mattered, the bandaged hand, the guilt, the loneliness, it was all gone. Still struck with the heat of the moment and beyond a rational mind between them, they quickly find another way to be a part of each other and slide from the brim into the bowl of pure elation.