Well, this ended up being way longer than I expected.

But anyway, another chapter, with retrospect sex!

Chapter 8

It was four in the morning, and Shadow was flicking through late night television channels, trying to find something mindless to watch. This was relatively normal for the hedgehog; thanks to the Chaos Emerald he carried, most basic needs either never needed fulfilling or simply needed a top-up every few days to keep him at his best.

Tonight, however, the aim was not simply to alleviate his boredom but to take his mind off of the tantalising scents that kept bombarding his senses. Amy had continued to cry (and he had continued to hide in the bathroom) for twenty minutes, abruptly stopping only when there was a loud knock on the door. With little other option, he had moved to accept the delivery G.U.N would pay for from his next pay packet, and by the time he turned back the pink hedgehog was dry-eyed, if somewhat puffy about the eyelids.

Settling on a twenty-four hour cooking channel - one of his favourites despite his lack of culinary experience - he dares to take a glance down at Amy's sleeping form. It had been a few hours since she had fallen asleep now, and her face was once again unmarred by emotion, expression smooth and peaceful as she lay with her head in his lap. He smiles slightly at her, resisting the urge to brush stray hairs from her face for fear of waking her up, and turns back to his program.

They had spoken little while they ate, deciding to watch a Human movie about a guy who loved a Mobian, described as a modern Shakespearean Tragedy. Personally, Shadow believed it was a tragedy someone had wasted money making it, but Amy seemed to be enjoying the film, so he hadn't voiced his objections, instead eating his pizza in silence.

Occasionally, he would glance at her face, failing to focus on his dinner as her intoxicating pheromones continued to fill his small apartment. Half way through the film, he had gotten up to crack a window, hoping some air flow would dissipate the scent somewhat, but it had been fruitless when she lay her head on his legs, eyes heavy as she tried to watch the rest of the film before retiring to bed.

That is where she had fallen asleep, and he did not have the heart to wake her.

With some disappointment, he realised he had seen this particular episode before. A Human woman with unnaturally blonde hair and deep blue eyes continued to smile at the camera while she made pasta from scratch in her kitchen, chattering away about how much her husband and children loved her pasta, so she would make it as often as possible. He debated trying to find another channel to switch to, but decided against it, knowing he had been watching re-runs for months but never cared before.

Licking his lips, the hedgehog sighed, casting another brief glance at the pink hedgehog, willing himself not to but failing miserably. He had told Rouge when she turned up on his doorstep that this was a bad idea; he might not feel much attraction to others during the year, but mating season was different. It was engineered by nature, out of his control and certainly not something he had actively dealt with before, given he rarely left his home.

oOoOo

"No," the black and red hedgehog had stated, folding his arms across his bare chest, thin grey sweats hanging from his hips. He owned very few clothes, and those he did were Human, donated by G.U.N when he moved into Station Square. As such, they fit poorly, and he only wore them to answer the door.

In the corridor, Rouge mirrored his stance, pressing her lips together in annoyance. "Look, sweetheart, I know you two don't get along well but there's no other option." Just to her left, Knuckles stood beside her, cradling Amy in his arms. She was entirely naked, her dress slung over the echidna's shoulder haphazardly, grabbed in a rush no doubt. "It's only for a little while, until she either gets a handle on it or the season ends."

Shadow had snorted. "The season ends? That's two months away, Rouge. I don't have-"

"You have time, Honey. I know your schedule like the back of my hand." He narrowed his eyes at her, and she rolled hers. "We lived together, remember? You did the exact same thing every day, from the day you moved in to the day G.U.N 'retired' you and handed you this place so they could keep tabs on you. Not to mention if you've kept your rate of pay, you'll have no trouble feeding two. Hell, you could feed this entire apartment block for a week!"

Knuckles shifted uncomfortably from one foot to another. The motion caught the hedgehog's attention, and it was only then he noticed the claw marks down the red one's chest. Shadow looked back to Rouge with a raised eyebrow, and the bat smirked, her voice husky. "He misbehaved, so I taught him a lesson. Something Pinkie here could do with, since she's forced herself upon Tails and Knuckles in the last few days, but I think you're more her speed than I am, right?"

Shadow set his jaw, ignoring that added information. "I told you, we do not get on, and she is in heat. It will end badly. Now leave." He moved to close the door, and Rouge forced her boot into the gap before he could do so, preventing the lock from clicking. He opened it somewhat again with a grown and opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted as Rouge forced herself into the space he created and began to whisper.

"Do you want me to tell Knuckles one of our little secrets, Shads?" Unwittingly, he felt some of the fur on his arms stand to attention, and he can sense the grin on her face without having to see it. "I didn't just learn your schedule while we lived together, after all… I know exactly what you do to yourself while staring at that picture of the Human girl. Wasn't she like your sister..?"

After a moment of silence, he grunts and opens the door wider, motioning for Knuckles to head inside. "Bedroom is the door beside the living area." Once the echidna had gone past him, he wasted no time shoving the bat back into the hallway and closing the front door behind him with a slam, his voice low but seething with anger. "You know very well I-"

She held her hands up defensively. "Easy, Shadow. Any disturbances and you lose this gig, don't you?" After a moment to consider that, he went quiet, tightening his jaw, though his nostrils continued to flare in agitation. A smile touched her lips. "Good boy. On the bright side, that favour you owed me? We'll let it slide, alright?" She raised a hand to touch his cheek, but he caught her by the wrist, forcing her hand away from his face.

"You helped me Rouge, and for that I am grateful, but I'm done with you. I will keep the girl safe and return her to Knothole when she is prepared, and I never want to see either of you again. Otherwise, the Commander will learn why I owed you a favour, and I'm reasonably sure that will get you fired, will it not?" The smile dropped from her face, a hint of tension in her forehead before it dissolved to her usual casual disinterest as Knuckles left the apartment, leaving the door open for the hedgehog to re-enter. She moves to leave, not looking back.

"Goodbye, Shadow."

oOoOo

Just envisaging the bat was making him feel hot, his sweats beginning to bulge at the crotch as her curvaceous figure and tight clothing flashed into his mind. He hung his head back with a groan, trying to think of anything else, willing his growing erection to go away. Instead Amy's hormones merged with his desire, and his mind wandered to Rouge. She was clad only in panties, her bra discarded on the floor beside his bed in their G.U.N apartment as she straddled his hips and pressed her hot vaginal lips hard against his engorged member…

"Fuck." He contemplated a moment, watching Amy sleep peacefully on his leg, before very carefully manoeuvring to free himself from beneath her, replacing his thigh with a plump cushion. He stands silently, still hunched over in tension, as she shifted slightly before nuzzling into it, once again falling into a deep sleep. With a soft sigh of relief, he padded into his bedroom, flopping down onto the unmade bed and laying back into a pillow.

Next, he lifts his ass from the bed, slipping the loose sweats down to his knees, shivering as his already fully erect penis comes into contact with the cool air. He pushes the material down to his knees before leaning over to open the bedside drawer, extracting a tissue from the box within, and lies back to place it on his stomach with practiced precision.

Getting comfortable once more, he closes his eyes and gently begins to stroke his length, allowing his mind to wander to whatever memory it chooses. With Amy's pheromones permeating every inch of the apartment, it doesn't take long for his mind to settle on another encounter with Rouge in the barracks, the scene coming into focus as if it happened just yesterday.

Rouge gently stroked his length as they kissed, her lips soft and warm against his own, her skin salty from arousal and sweat. He groaned, his breath catching in his throat as her breasts press against his chest, their weight and heat burning through his naked torso as he arches unconsciously into her. He feels her smile against his lips, relishing the control she had over him now, drinking in his vulnerability.

He whimpered as her hand moves away from his member, only to gasp lightly when it moves between his legs, caressing his balls as they slip from his sheath along with his length, then pressing up between his legs to elicit a shiver. Shadow had never felt so out of control when it came to his body as he did when she touched him like this, forcing reactions from him that would normally never be expressed.

She broke the kiss to move closer to his swelling organ, her other hand forcing his leg to bend at the knee, hand splayed across his inner thigh to hold it there and his leg pressed to her chest. She rested her head on his stomach, warm breath flowing over his penis as it twitched in anticipation and gently slipped her hand down to his rear and beginning to rub his entrance. The soft flesh there tightened and quivered under her hand, his breath coming in short bursts punctuated by grunts, leg shivering in her grasp in pleasure.

With her own arousal beginning to burn between her legs, Rouge swiftly sat up and swung herself over him, straddling his hips as she once again pressed her lips to his, needing to taste him once more. His hands come up to hold her hips, but she bats them away, pressing his arms to the bed a moment to make it clear she doesn't want them there as she rubs her flushed pink vaginal lips against his erect penis with enough force to make them both gasp for air.

Below her, Shadow twitches and writhes, unaccustomed to the ecstasy he's being granted. She had been assisting him with masturbation for a number of weeks now, but only imagery; she had never gotten involved herself beyond advice. He couldn't even remember the events that led to this happenstance as she continued to rub herself against him, the heat of her body stirring something inside him he had not felt before, but was similar to the need he felt when his penis swelled in the morning.

Except this feeling didn't just want release, it wanted to fuck something.

As if reading his mind, Rouge had pulled back, raising herself off of him just enough to allow her to take a hold of his penis once more to line it up with her pussy. Despite doing nothing more than foreplay so far, she could feel herself gasping for breath, needing this as much as she wanted Shadow to experience it. Below her, he was not faring much better, his head thrown back and his fingers digging into the sheets beside him, though he looked up through half-lidded now, holding her gaze as she pushed his throbbing appendage deep inside her.

It was almost too much for the hedgehog to bear. Unable to hold her gaze as sensations overwhelmed his body, his head tilted back and his eyes closed again, mouth agape in speechless ecstasy. Upon him, the bat pushed his entire length deep inside her, lips parted slightly as his girth pressed against her inner walls. It had been so long since she'd had sex, it was almost as if she were a virgin again herself, her vagina tight and hungry for him as it gripped every inch of his dick.

As she slowly began to move her hips, she reflected upon how upset the Commander would be if he found out what they were doing. They were not permitted to date team members, and certainly not permitted to sleep with them, but simply being told she could not have him had made her more determined to take Shadow's virginity while they lived together.

She'd decided to discuss not telling the Commander about their arrangement later, then picked up her speed, grinding her groin into his every time their bodies met, the inexperienced hedgehog's groans and whines beneath her encouraging her to continue. He began to thrust upwards to meet her in awkward, powerful hip jerks, hitting a cluster of nerves within her as well as stimulating her clitoris almost painfully, hands once again coming up to grip her hips as he began to near his first orgasm.

Too wrapped up in her own pleasure, her own orgasm not far away, she didn't bother to remove them again, placing her hands either side of his chest on the bed for better leverage as she continued to ride his length as fast and hard as she dared, allowing him to increase her speed himself when he began to get close. He opened his eyes a slit, cheeks flushed pink with exertion, breathing hot and heavy on her face before she leant down to capture his lips with her own once again, attempting to silence them both as she falls over the edge.

With some practice under her belt, Rouge is able to keep her own exclamation of pleasure to a simple gasp, breath hitching as her body begins to spasm and squeeze the penis deep within her. Her fingers dig into the bed sheets, muscles tensed and body covered in a thin sheen of sweat as she shudders in Shadow's hands.

Even now, years later, he is unable to hold in his cry as his climax comes, hips spasming in ecstasy as he continues to pump his erection, milking himself for all the semen he can. His other hand had migrated around to his rear during his memory, a finger deep within his anus and rubbing vigorously, though now it begins to thrust as deep as it can instead, adding another wave of pleasure to the already almost overwhelming release he feels as he soaks the tissue on his stomach in his sticky seed.

It seems to go on forever, and at the same time be over too soon. His member already beginning to soften, he stops stimulating himself and stares up at the ceiling, breathing hard as he tries to regain his composure. He can feel his cheeks glowing red beneath his fur, the tips of his ears equally as hot, though the rest of his body feels much more relaxed now he's finished.

He sighs softly, beginning to clean up. It's going to be a long eight weeks.