A/N: lol hi

So like, if any of yall still reading this story, I've been staring at this shit for like almost two years and slowly working on this chapter for so long that I ended up piling 11,000 fucking words into this thing. So I split it into two.

This is the first part, be sure to review for the second. It's already written tbh, I actually worked a lot longer on the second part than the first and oh boy, it's way longer. Have fun with that. I might release it in like a week or two after this. Man if I could screenshot my Doc Manager yall would be like wtf.

Thanks for the feedback guys. Hope to hear from you again about this chapter as well.

Warnings: M/F, M/M light (nothing heavy), Swinging, Dom/Sub, all the other mature content.

Disclaimer: I'm in no way an expert on Dom/Sub plays but this isn't violent at all so I think I played it safe. The mystery male can be whomever you all choose it to be, which is the precise reason why I gave him little to no description. Keep in mind, I purposely wrote these two to be very sexually liberated and promiscuous so, there's that.

This chap definitely needs some correcting. Probably should of had a beta reader look over this, but I'm so tired of staring at it. Get it out of my face.

Chapter 2

If the club wasn't crowded when they arrived earlier it definitely was packed to the teeth the closer it got to midnight. Rouge personally didn't mind the mass swarm of mingling bodies on the dance floor, this was exactly the type of atmosphere she thrived in. However, she knew for a fact that her 'date' didn't share the same contentment that she did, and to be quite honest it made her plans for the night seem all the more harder to do. Left unspoken that he wasn't a people person whatsoever, knew she Knuckles would be trying to get himself as far away from the crowd as possible. Not that she'd blame him, she could confirm that this crowd contained absolutely no sense of personal boundaries, drunk or sober. Put him in the middle of that pot of hormones and there'd be no end to the amount of hands tugging at him, trying to get him to dance with them.

Such an occasion had happened in a total of four times before, one time almost leading into a fight between two feisty cats who despite walking in together, felt like they had to fight for her baby's attention.

It was priceless. Knuckles thought so too, being as drunk as he was, he was beyond taking anything and anyone seriously. Though it didn't stop the visual discomfort of the situation from surfacing when he'd sobered up the next strangers fighting over him. Unreal. She knew it would take a lot more than a few cute pouts and fluttering eyelashes from her to get him to agree what she had in mind for their night together.

So she decided to stick with her first task at hand, getting him drunk.

They were seated at the far end of the bar away from all the rest of the social click's, who seemed to be having more fun spilling liquor than actually drinking. Deeper into the evening it got, the bar was swarmed with folk who'd gone beyond a little drunk hours before it'd even reached 11. Though Rouge was so blindly distracted by her date that she didn't even acknowledge the rowdy group that was making a ruckus behind him.

Give or take a couple glasses mixed with Hpnotiq and Henny, along with half (not even a full one) a shot of Spirytus Vodka, it was safe to say that she'd succeeded in getting her echdina, pretty damn tipsy. So tipsy that he was actually trying not to laugh at the bartender shouting profanities at the trouble makers behind him. That easy going smile on his face was something Rouge hadn't had the privilege of seeing often, but when she did oh boy, it was well worth the $200 she'd spent on their drinks alone. God he had such a handsome smile, she couldn't stop staring at him.

Part of her wished he was tipsy all the time just so she could watch him like this. She wanted nothing more than to climb on his lap and kiss him until his lips swelled from her own. The amount of will power it took for her not give into temptation was laudable; proving to be increasingly difficult as she watched him, more than once, push those dreads back over his shoulder. Only for them to fall back over in smooth thick waves.

She never figured out what it was, but there's always been something about her echidna that held the strength to make her weak in the knees; he had that subtle attractiveness that she herself didn't possess. It left her speechless sometimes, how he didn't need to attempt any sultry stare or suggestive smirks to make her excited; the way he stared at her, attentive and fully focused on her person, regarding her with all his attention was enough to make her shoulders shudder in excitement. Add flirting on top of that and she was pretty sure she'd be gone.

They were sitting so closely together that she could practically smell him, and he didn't smell bad at all. Knuckles didn't wear cologne and whenever they'd met down on the surface he always had this citrus scent on him, much like the body wash he preferred using. It smelled better than any expensive cologne Rouge could've imagined him wearing, certainly better than the smell of dirt and leaves, which is what he mostly smelt like when she visited him on his island.

Almost as if he had sensed her thoughts about him those deep violet eyes flicked over to lock with her own and a familiar heat made itself known between her thighs. It was way to early in the night for this. He grinned at her and Rouge was quick to smile back, successfully fighting the flush that wanted to rise to her cheeks.

"Don't think I haven't noticed what you're up too through the shitload of drinks you ordered me." His speech was a little jagged but if he could still make a full sentence like that then he obviously wasn't drunk enough.

"Five." She corrected. "But whatever do you mean?" Her lashes fluttered and traced her own glass with her finger tip. "I'm simply making sure you enjoy yourself."

"Oh yeah?"

Rouged responded with a nod of her head. "Are you?"

He shrugged. "It's not so bad. But..." His eyes narrowed. "I'd be more at ease if you didn't look like you were plotting something. If I didn't know you better I'd think something was wrong. You barely even taken a sip of anything yet bat girl." He raised a brow. "You alright?"

"More than alright." Her smile widened. She could tell he was trying real hard not to slur his words. "I'm just staring."

"Starin?" He glanced behind him. "-at what? Those guys?" Her hand reached out to grab his chin and turned his face back towards her.

"At you." That lazy grin spread back across his face.

"Bit early for flattery don't you think?"

"It's never to early for flattery." She said, biting down on her bottom lip while her gaze scanned over his shoulders and chest. That pesky dread loc had slipped back over his shoulder again. This time she didn't resist the urge to move it back over his shoulder, the back of her fingers flirting over his cheek.

"See something you like?"

"Oh, I see everything I like. I would like it even better undressed and in bed." This time Knuckles blushed. "No? Perhaps, against a wall." Her suggestive purr became even more explicit when she flirted two of her fingers along his arm. "Or on that couch, right over there." Sharp manicured finger gracefully stretched out from against his bicep, and pointed towards the empty deep crimson sofa, currently holding the residence of a couple who seemed pretty discontent with each other. "It's nearly vacant, and I know for a fact that it's very, very sturdy."

"Rouge." He startled, face breaking into a nervous smile. "That's rude."

"Perhaps, but with how glum they look, I'm sure they wouldn't mind enjoying a bit of a show." She grins, toying with one of his locs. "I've always wanted to show you off in public after all, and this is the perfect establishment to do so."

He groaned, embarrassment lighting his features. Her grin grew even wider, since that wasn't an indication of a 'no.' "Cmon you bat, you promised to behave."

"After a few drinks dear-" She said slipping one of her legs over his. "- and you've had more than a few."

"Well, yes but-" His eyes flickered over the leg she had shamelessly propped on his. Her dress slid further up her thighs by the movement, to the point it almost revealed the underwear, he had hoped she was wearing, underneath. Knuckles swallowed nervously and put down the glass in his hand.

Whatever he was about to say had been cut off because the second he opened his mouth, one of the drunken idiots behind him collided straight into his back; nearly knocking him out of his seat. Knuckles was lucky he was strong as he was, even while heavily intoxicated. The drunk wasn't a exactly a light weighted guy, and would of sent him crashing to the ground. Rouge's quick thinking also saved him from spilling his un-finished drink all over himself, her hand reaching out to wrap around it the moment he was jerked forward.

'Oh shit,' was heard from behind him and right before he could open his mouth to say anything, unexpectedly two leather coated hands grabbed at his arms and tried to settle him back up straight on his seat. The attempt was almost comical.

"M'bad ma'am. Didn't mean to fall all over ya'."

...

There was an awkward pause for everyone. Rouge's teal eyes, previously narrowed in annoyance, widened into the saucers they were, Knuckles own blinking in confusion, as if he honestly didn't hear what he just heard. Did... Did he just- !

By the time he'd managed to whirl around, a horrified look cast upon his face, the damage had already been done. "What did you call me?!"

His question barely heard over the onslaught of laughter coming erupting from everyone huddled around the bar. Rouge herself barely held back the snickers she was letting out behind her hand, near on the verge of tears from trying to hold it in for Knuckles sake.

"Oh.. O-OH! M' bad dude. Y-You looked like a girl from the back, y'know. Long hair n' all." Knuckles expression darkened, from horrified to anger. He was seriously doubtful that the guy had actually mistook him for a girl, especially when the idiot started to grin. He'd never been mistaken for a girl in his life! By now Rouge had gave up holding back her amusement, busting out in hysterical laughter, loud enough for everyone around them to hear.

"Oh, of course you find this funny."

That only made the shake of her shoulders increase. "If- If it means anything, you'd probably make a very pretty girl Knuckles."

Both her and the guy who rammed into him were now laughing hard, and at him! His face was so red he looked as if he was about to start steaming. It didn't help that he was a little drunk either, it was making him look much more embarrassed than he would had liked.

He didn't resist smacking a palm to his face, groaning loudly. His mood was officially ruined, irritated beyond belief and neither of them were doing anything to calm it. Though a large hand clapping down on his shoulder interrupted his silent pouting.

"Don't worry tough guy, I ain't mean nothin by it." Despite Knuckles glowering at him, the teasing grin never left the other males face. "Shuda noticed right away by those hands of yours, couldn't see much from my angle though. All I was focusing on was the person with the pretty long spines."

Rouge's laughter quieted down, though Knuckles was to swallowed up in his anger at the guy to notice. "So it wasn't even an accident?! You fell into me intentionally?!"

The guy blinked guilty. "That can be up for debate."

"Unbelievable." He jerked his shoulder from under the guys palm. "Is this supposed to be your method of flirting? Cause if it is, it sucks. You suck. Get lost."

"Y'know... funny thing is, it usually works out for me." No one but Rouge noticed how the strangers hand moved from resting on Knuckles shoulder, to his back. Her brow raised, realizing now that the male had deliberately interrupted them to flirt with Knuckles and not herself, which is usually what the case was. The bat was... genuinely surprised. She was pretty used to girls tugging at her echidna on and off the dance floor, but the men usually went for her. If they ever showed any interest in her guardian they'd be quicker to chicken themselves out of the idea before ever approaching him. He always drew looks from different directions, but Knuckles naturally scared people away with that face of his, handsome as it was... he had a nasty ass scowl. One look at those spiked covered fists and men usually got the assumption that Knuckles would definitely deliver his own share of violence, and it would not be pretty.

But this guy? This guy had some serious balls.

Under normal circumstances, Knuckles wouldn't hesitate to respond violently to someone who almost succeeded in knocking him over on purpose... however, her lover wasn't exactly sober at the moment. Letting people get away with casually touching him was a thing she noticed he wasn't as anal about when under the influence of alcohol.

"Doubtful."

"No really, honest. I'm usually able to charm someone enough to get away with it, after ordering them a new drink of course." Did he just wink at him?

"No thanks." His snout scrunched up in annoyance when he felt his head get tugged to much in one direction. "-And get your hands off my hair." Now that she really looked at the movement behind his back, she noticed that he in fact was tugging on his locs. He swooped his hand around to pull his dreads to one shoulder. "The fuck is your problem. God, it's always the hair with you damn weirdos." He said while shoving the guy a step back. "I'm this close to cutting it the hell off."

"Ahem." The clearing of her throat directed both their attention back to her. "No the hell you will not. It'll be a waste to chop it off just because other people find it attractive." Knuckles looked downright offended.

"There you have it big guy. Your lady over here seems to have made her case. Wouldn't wanna displease her now." She smiled, liking the fact he called her, his lady.

"Mnnn." Another one of her perverse smiles stretched across her face. "You most definitely would not."

Knuckles growled angrily and against his better judgement, the side of his mouth tipped upwards into a grimacing scowl. "Don't look at me like that." Now, he didn't mean for her to take it seriously at all, but judging in her reaction, something in the way he said it must had made her do exactly that. Almost instantaneously did her playful demeanor switch to something more dour. All traces of amusement dropped from her face all at once and she met him with a scowl that nearly challenged his own.

The change was so quick even Knuckles didn't have time to process what he had done.

"Is that an order, Knuckles?" ...oh boy.

The guardian slowly shook his head. "N-No."

"Really? Huh..." Her arms crossed over her bosom. "Then I must be hearing things, it definitely sounded like one to me." There was a slow tilt to her head as she regarded him with nothing but displeasure. "Is that it Knuckles? Am I hearing things?"

The way she asked it warned him that this wasn't even a question, and that it'd be best not to answer it. Dour as the situation had turned, there was an un-repressed hunger in her gaze, shining so strongly through her feigned vexation that it caused his cheeks to tint a hint of pink. His jeans were tightening, this was bad. He couldn't hold her gaze any longer, causing his eyes to flicker away from hers almost timidly.

A knowing smile spread across her face.

"What's this? Bashfulness?" It was so cute to see her red-head hesitate to meet her gaze, as if he knew he'd spoken out of line even though they hadn't begun playing their roles yet. Something he'd never do in their normal everyday roles. Admittedly so, it had been such a long time since they've been able to be with one another. Rouge internally hoped Knuckles missed their time together as much as she did. His unusual display of obedience only encouraged Rouge's hopeful thoughts.

Apparently their exchange had not gone unnoticed by the still lurking stranger. He looked back and forth between them, not entirely oblivious to the layers of sexual tension going on between them. Eventually, he must of reached some kind of personal realization, for he gaped his mouth in an 'Oooh' and grinned far to widely at her.

"Ah, so you two are one of those couples, is that right?" This caused the bat raised a brow upward at him.

"One of those couples?"

"You know, one of those role playing types. Cat nd mouse and all that. One of them runs, the other chases. I wasn't sure at first but, with how the red-head is acting I'd say you guys are almost well in practice."

Knuckles back tensed at the seductive chuckle that left Rouge's lips. Not really able to tell if she was truly amused or angry. The strangers smile began twitching nervously, realizing that maybe he'd read the situation wrong for her to be laughing at him. He hadn't said anything funny or offensive... had he?

"Cat and mouse?" She asked in disbelief, as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You think we're playing a game of cat and mouse? Do you hear this sweetheart?" Violet eyes watched as one plump leather coated leg after the other came sliding down from her stool, his breath hitching at the simplistic but hypnotic sway of her hips. "He thinks we're playing a game of chase like a couple of adolescents."

"Meant no offense there ma'am." He said holding up his hands in playful surrender. "Not here to judge, simply... admirin a couple of new faces is all."

"Admiring?" She grinned smugly and then faster than his drunken sight could even follow Rouge was between his legs, hand reaching up to cup around his jaw firmly. Her grip was tight as she swerved his head from side to side, as if inspecting a new piece of jewelry. "I suppose I could understand." She hummed to herself. "He's a fine piece of work isn't he?" Knuckles was glad to have her hand clutching at his face, doing it's job to hide how red his cheeks had gotten; he barely even took notice to the stranger humming in agreement.

"Strong too, ridiculously so. Sturdy, handsome..." Her smirk was lascivious. "Well endowed."

Knuckles almost choked on his spit.

She was talking to the stranger but her eyes never once left his own. He could feel his own heart beating rapidly in his chest, it was so loud. Surely he wasn't the only one hearing it. "And it's all wrapped up in a pretty bow, just for me." She said that almost lovingly, her other hand caressing the side of his face.

Knuckles eyes were wide and unfocused, Rouge's words sparking familiar sparks of need in the pit of his stomach.

"There's no need for me to play the role of the cat; I shouldn't have to chase after what's already mine." The silent intake of breath he made seemed to not only please her, but cause her fingers to loosen around his face. Knuckles almost didn't know how to respond to such possessiveness. He always knew Rouge was like this, especially so when they got into the privacy of the bedroom... but now she was displaying her role of authority to an outside party.

The dynamics of their relationship had only been kept between them and no other, so safe to say he was a bit confused to why she seemed so unrestrained. Was he complaining though? Hell no.

He felt more than saw her thumb beginning to rub over his mouth. When it started to prod against his lips he relented and parted them for her, allowing her to push it into his mouth. Rouge hummed in delight, satisfied that he was responding to her. She decided to test the waters a bit more.

"You are mine yes?"

A subtle nod was the only answer she got.

"Words love." He had to hold back a groan when she squeezed her fingers around his face yet again. "Use your words."

Knuckles did neither, surprising himself and his demanding lover. Instead, his hands reached out to firmly grab at her waist, fingers dipping into her plush curves. Without a single word he unexpectedly took another one the fingers pressing against his lip, into his mouth.

The gasp he tore from her was worth all the embarrassment he was already beginning to feel.

Rouge didn't know how to process that Knuckles had willingly pulled two of her fingers in his mouth; holding her manicured digits hostage. The feeling his tongue behind those lips, pressing against them sent a rush of pure desire trembling through her, going straight down in between her thighs; so strong she had to squeeze them together for some sort of relief.

The way his eyes looked at her spoke the words she originally wanted to hear. With a hard swallow, she slipped her fingers out, dragging them down over his bottom lip; momentarily revealing his sharp teeth, far to sharp for someone who lived off of fruits and leaves.

Her guardian, once again proved to be more than she could think to hope for.

He was catching on and learning exactly what to do to disarm her in these kind of moments. It wasn't fair, really. Knuckles partnered with that kind of bravado did things to her that she should probably be ashamed of. It almost made her entertain the thought of switching their roles, just for a day. One day.

The lie she told herself, she knew she wouldn't be able to do it. After getting a taste, she'd always crave for more of it, more of him. She shouldn't tease herself with that kind of temptation... it was dangerous. Besides, Knuckles wasn't the seductive type anyway, not purposely at least. She'd never taken him as the type to be able to fit into her role, but then again... here he was, turning around doing shit like this that made her want to question why she even wanted to continue playing for the rest of the evening and shove him in the nearest vacant bathroom.

They had furniture right? Very gorgeous fancy... delicate furniture.

Dammit.

"Shit, consider your point made." Oh right, she'd almost forgotten he was still there. "Absolutely shameless, and I like it! You might wanna cut that out though, just a heads up from me." They both turned towards the male, annoyance plastered all over their face. "Yall attractin a lot of attention as it is, y'know."

Almost as if a switch been turned on inside of her, the noise of the bar slowly began to bleed back into her ears. For a sweet moment, Knuckles was all she could see or hear in her tunnel vision strongly induced by her barely concealed lust for the echidna. Standing in between parted legs with her fingers on plump lips that she was dying to sink her teeth into.

People were staring, they all were staring. She didn't realize how many folks at the bar had placed the two of them in their peripheral vision, heads turning once they heard her echoing laughter. From the looks on their faces, they had been watching for awhile, witnessed their entire interaction. Rouge was use to being the center of attention, turning heads wherever she went; making jaws drop to the floor. To be frank, it never did much to excite her.

With Knuckles however, having peoples eyes on them, on both of them, watching their every move with barely contained interest... it made her ego sore, as if it need to sore any higher! And to think... this was all Knuckles fault, not hers?!

The smirk that spread across her face was lascivious. "Baby you seemed to have bit more off than you could chew." Knuckles previously flushed face had paled just a bit, when realizing just how many people were looking their direction. Violet eyes glinting a mixture of blue and yellow hues from the light decor at the bar, quickly passing over the very few people he could see who were staring at them. "Now these folks are going to be left waiting for a show."

She saw the snarl before it even came. "Tch, they're going to be waiting forever then." The way his arms wrapped around her waist possessively widened her smile. Adding on when he pulled her flush to his chest, her hips cradled in between strong jean clad thighs. Rouge could of squealed with how delighted she was. "I'm not some show and tell doll and neither are you."

"Hnnn, are you saying that you don't wanna show me off."

He paused for a moment, eyes blinking and then looked down at the woman in his arms. His hardened look bleeding out into something softer and almost playful. "I don't really need too." He smiled, a bashful one, redness spreading back across his face. "You're already enough of a show stopper as it is." Now he was flirting, and oh she was blushing, Rouge was going to die a happy woman tonight.

"Smooth."

"For the love of- why are you still here?!"

"I got nothin better to do, I came here tonight to make some good company and it seems you two are exactly what my doctor ordered." Even she couldn't blame Knuckles from groaning at how bad that pick up line was. He even did the snap, finger bang combo to go with it. "Oh cmon, I liked that one! It was clever."

"As clever as your spider dusted brain."

"That was aggressive. I thought you didn't mind little ol' me." The looks they were getting slowly began to dwindle down, one by one, after realizing they weren't going to go any further than what they've already witnessed tonight. Least not in front of them, with the way Knuckles was still arguing with this guy.

He was cute, she had to give him that. Handsome, nowhere near as good looking as her guardian but still attractive in his own right.

"I do, I really really fuckin do."

"I don't." She purred.

"What?!" Knuckles frowned. "Rouge, be serious. This guys a goddam pest." The guy was a pest, a funny pest. A pest that could definitely prove to be useful later, since he simply refused to leave either of them alone. If he was going to hover around them for the next half hour, she was going to make sure to put his pretty ass to use.

"An incredibly charming pest."

Her giggle was more for Knuckles annoyed grumbling that the others joke, but that wasn't something she needed to share. "Well then, incredibly charming pest." She practically purred at him from her place in Knuckles arms, comfortable enough to do so since it seemed Knuckles was the main recipient of his attention and not her. "If you want to hang around with the big boys, how about getting us a drink or two." The groan her guardian made was almost obscene. "Your treat of course."

Said male gave her an award winning smile and winked at the both of them. "Anything for the lovely couple."

Rouge's smile widened when hearing her lover mutter beneath his breath, 'I can't believe you're actually keeping this bozo around.' She took pity on him and stretched up to tenderly kiss his cheek, lips lingering longer than they needed too. If Knuckles truly felt uncomfortable with him there then he wouldn't had hesitated to pick her up and relocate them somewhere else. Maybe deliver a black eye or two.

However, since the guys attention didn't seem to be directed to her at all, maybe her echidna felt more inclined to let her enjoy having a little bit of male company, besides him of course, that didn't show any signs of leering or grabbing at her the moment opportunity strikes.

...but she wasn't keeping him around for her. Oh, she wasn't keeping him around for her at all.

A/N: The next two chapters is a lot smuttier. Still very light on the M/M tho.

Trying to keep this story strictly Rouge/Knuckles. I promise to control my gay.

Lemme know whatya think.