A/N: So I split this chapter in half so I could get out of the double digit thousands right? Remember how I said that last chapter?

Why I go back and add 4,000 more words to get it back to the number I originally was at.

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BTW for those of yall who reviewed. Thank you guys so much man, I appreciate it a ton. Always like hearing what you guys got to say.

This needs to be edited. Reminder for author.

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

Disclaimer: Everyone kiss Knuckles. Just, do it.

Happy Holidays

Chapter 3

Surprisingly, or not so surprisingly, after a couple more drinks Knuckles had gone so far beyond his limit that he didn't even mind having to share company with their drunken guest anymore. He'd gotten to the point where he was drunk enough to snicker at almost anything and everything. Plus with Rouge sitting in his lap, perfectly dainty like the conniving woman she was, it was easy to feel at ease despite being far from his comfort zone.

She'd placed herself down right within the small space left between his thighs, her legs hooked over one of them while her back rested against his strong arm he'd wrapped around her. She wasn't even the slightest bit embarrassed of draping herself all over him as if he was her personal chair. It was difficult not to be drawn into her when she was smiling so wickedly, flirting openly with him and their new 'friend'.

But then of course, a hand eventually began to wonder. Her fingers had been flirting over the hem of his jeans since the moment she sat in his lap, waiting for the right moment to dive into somewhere more inappropriate. The second he felt the first squeeze of his thigh, he knew she was going to be nothing but trouble from then on out. His liquor laced affection, undoubtingly spurring on his voyeuristic lover.

Knuckles happened to be a very clingy drunk and with Rouge in his lap, smelling like a batch of fresh berries and vanilla, it was hard for him to keep his hands off her. He eventually stopped adding onto their conversation all together and focused on holding the woman in his lap. His face slotted into her neck and he kissed sweetness of her shoulder through his drunken haze, making sure, she felt the firm press of lips against her shoulders along with the nip of his teeth. This seemed not to bother her at all or their company.

If anything, it was probably the wrong move on his part to make. Because the moment he kissed her shoulder, maybe in a way that was more sensual than he would have expected, she threw all forms of modesty out the door and squeezed high along his thigh. Way too close to his cock to be appropriate.

The grip he had on her tightened, not even able to close his legs because of the batgirl in his lap. He had no choice but to endure the groping hand rubbing in his most sensitive areas. Every time her hand moved up he tensed even further, glaring at the side of her head since he couldn't fully see her face at his angle.

Their company seemed to take notice of how high her hand was moving as well and didn't hesitate to let his own amusement be known as well. 'I hope you know he's shooting you some nasty lookin glares.'

'I'm aware.' The next squeeze went from being near his crotch to being on his crotch. Gripping his flesh so strongly that he jerked hard in his seat.

Yeap, that was the last straw.

Without a word, Knuckles lifted her from his lap and excused himself to the bathroom, eager to escape before she managed to embarrass him further. Both of the assholes at the bar were cackling at his misery, his lover to busy snickering to even get angry at him for just plopping her onto a bar table.

He should have known by now that Rouge had absolutely no off button. Once he got her started there was no stopping her from getting what she wanted.

Whenever it came to playing their roles, it was always her who constructed their scenes, no question. Knuckles mind just naturally lacked any form of debauched scenarios to come up with, while Rouge always seemed to manage to spur up some creative shit literally from thin air. This was something he truthfully had no problem with... this inappropriate public display of affection however, was new. These pants did nothing for him when it came to hiding his modesty, an obvious victory on her accord since this was something that did not usually happen so quickly. Knuckles, while in-experienced compared to her, was not one to get excited easily. Especially while they were in public.

Rouge got excited no matter where they were. Pacing and foreplay, something that seemed completely against her impatient nature was something she actually took thrill in. She was playing some new type of game tonight and Knuckles was determined not to break their cycle no matter how much she tempted him too.

...but damn, he'd be a liar if he said he wasn't damn near close too. The one and only thing that made him fight against the idea of ending everything early and retiring to their room, was that he knew how to push her buttons enough to make her do it first. That was what he wanted and he wasn't going to back out now.

He sighed and took a few more deep breathes before splashing water on his face. A feeble attempt to correct his blurry vision and clear the buzzed fog in his head. The water helped to cool down his heated face, managing to bring back some form of clarity back to his brain. However when Knuckles stepped outside of the rest room, that sobering sensation flew right out the window.

He was momentarily blinded by the ridiculously bright light above the doorway, shining way to strongly for him to handle. His eyes clenched shut and he swayed, before managing to catch his balance on the wall. His already sensitive eyes were made even more so with all the booze in his system.

The club itself was barely lit and the bathroom was nearly the same, but there were bright white lights framing every doorway so that people could maneuver their way in and out of the area. Knuckles kept his face tilted downwards when he'd walked into the lavatory, but being as distracted as he was, he didn't remember to do the same thing when stepping back out.

None of this was really helping with his already spinning vision, it made his world swirl even more around him. He rubbed over his face with the front of his hand, as if he could rub away his disorientation.

It'd only been what he could assumed a couple minutes he spent standing at the entrance to the bathroom before he felt two gentle hands cover his own.

"Baby." The way she said it sounded so endearingly sweet, he inwardly cringed at the unfamiliarity of it. Knuckles groaned in response, gripping her hand back to ground himself. The other one reached up to caress the side of his face, cupping his cheek almost lovely. Encouraging him to lean into it if he needed.

He did.

"I'm fine. Just think I..." He paused in his sentence, attempting to open his eyes after he felt her pulling him away from the bright light of the doorway. "…just think I drank too much. Can't really see straight."

"And how do you feel?" He heard the smile in her voice more than he saw it. This was her routine question whenever they had managed to get themselves in this kind of situation, though it wasn't necessary. Permission was something they already discussed many times before when it came to having sex under the influence of alcohol, primarily so she could know where his comfort zone started and ended. She wanted to push him, but not too far where he'd feel as if he couldn't trust her with his safety.

As far as the rules to their relationship went, she knew she had his full permission to do whatever she liked as long as it didn't breach any of his No/Absolutely Not zones, but Rouge always made sure to ask twice. It was more for her personal need of confirmation. Just the idea of her feeling as if she needed further permission from him made the corner of his lips quirk up into a smile.

"Not bad."

"Good enough to continue tonight?" She asked so hopefully, as if he even thought about denying her in the first place.

"Being drunk is the least of my worries when I'm with you." He grinned, blinking his still sensitive eyes open. "Have a go at me, batgirl." The genuine smile that stretched along her face did more to sober him up than that splash of water did. Without haste, she placed both of her delicate hands on his and began pulling him... into the opposite direction of the bar?

"Rouge?"

"Come." That wasn't a request. "I think it's time me and you finally got some one on one time together, don't you?"

Oh.

He smirked. "Got tired of whatshisface, huh? Thank god. He was starting to wear on my nerves."

"Tch. What nerves handsome?" Rouge grinned. "You're shit faced. You don't have any nerves to grate on at this point."

"Not true."

"Keep on lying Knucklehead." The smile she gave him was damn near evil, but he couldn't find it in him to be cautious when she was looking at him like that. "Keep on lying and see where that gets you. I'm not quite in the mood to be nice to you tonight, or the night after. So you better watch what you say." His breath hitched when her satin textured lips caressed the area underneath his chin, accompanied with the sharp nick of fanged teeth that threatened to break into his skin. "-And how you say it. I'm a relentless bully, and you probably know that better than anybody."

Now he was really blushing.

"N-Not gonna argue that."

Knuckles found himself being grateful for the amount of liquor in his system as he was led into the crowd. He was pretty sure he wouldn't had let himself be dragged onto the floor within the massive swarm of sweaty bodies otherwise. He could barely see or hear the bat in front of him but she made sure to keep a firm grip on his hand as she guided him through. Being as disoriented as he was, he didn't trust himself to wander around all these people alone. Who knew what the hell they were doing? The club by now was almost pitch black in darkness, the only source of light coming from the flashing LED lights embedded into the creases of the black-tiled floor.

He was about to ask her if it was really necessary for them to dance, not at all feeling confident in his ability to move normally let alone rhythmically, but the moment his eyes locked on her all the words that were going to leave his mouth, vanished.

Flashes of her smooth exposed back and vivid teal eyes filled his vision, he found his nerves caught tight in his throat. The lights highlighted her in purple and orange hues, colors flashing back and forth faster than his eyes can keep up with. It made her look almost otherworldly.

He tried not to let his eyes run over that tempting curve of her lower back that blossomed out into two thick round globes of perfection. The way the dress stretched and moved to accommodate her body was entirely to captivating to not keep his eyes on. He didn't know what it was about Rouge that made her so devastatingly attractive to him. She was just very... full. Everywhere.

From the slope of her shoulder, to the meat of her hips, cascading down into plump curves that left little to the imagination. A vision of perfection... almost too goddam perfect.

Which was half the reason why somewhere in his drunken state of mind he felt like this couldn't possibly be real. Without any type of warning, his arm reached out to catch her around the waist, surprising her and himself.

She didn't expect him to make a bold move so suddenly. Though before she could rejoice at the change of behavior, she was yanked backwards, right against his chest. "Knuckles?"

"Mnn?" His breath was on her neck and it made her whole body shudder against his. Strong arms locked around her waist and she inhaled deeply at the sheer possessiveness of it, the warmth of his body surrounding her on all sides. Even though she was the one usually in control, she always enjoyed the rare moments where he couldn't resist grabbing her like she belonged to him. He never took advantage and was always cautious of her modesty, the little that she had.

There had been previous times where the men she'd taken interest in wouldn't hesitate to flaunt her around, eagerly grabbing at her lady parts the minute they got the chance too; especially in front of other men. She despised this and adored that Knuckles wasn't like that at all. He didn't outright grab for her bottom, as tempting as she knows she makes it look for him. Always reaching for more intimate places. Her waist, her arms and especially her shoulders, ever since he found out they were her erogenous zones, if bit in just the right places. It was a great way to goad her into getting what he wanted.

Which was exactly why she almost let out a moan when his teeth nipped at her bare shoulder. "So now you're being the tease?"

"Barely." The whisper his voice hushed was enough to make every hair on her back stand up straight. Rouge smiled and turned around in his arms making sure to drag every inch of her body against him as she did so. She was very appreciative that his hands slid up her exposed back instead of down into her dress, but to be honest she wanted nothing more than for him to reach down and grab at her ass. If Knuckles was ever as forward as she was, she wouldn't be able to control herself.

"I think its time we begin our little game." She smirked. "Don't you?"

Knuckles head cocked to the side as if he was trying to understand what she was saying. "What?" His violet eyes blinked as if he was in a slight daze, but watched the others movements to figure out what the hell she was talking about. It was when he saw a thick strip of leather and buckles being pulled out of her chest did he turn beat red, realizing her intentions.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, you mean here? Right now? In the middle of... of this!?"

Her smirk somehow stretched even wider. "I don't see why not. I'm already excited and I know you're not too far off from it either." He was beginning to think that all of her smiles are intended to look that evil. "Sides, you have nothing to be ashamed of. Not here, not with me." There was a pause in between them as he tried to get his thoughts together, the loud music in the background making it even harder to think of a reply to her. She however, who consumed but two glasses of alcohol appeared perfectly fine, rubbing her cheek lovingly into his clothed shoulder. It then dawned on him that this was probably, exactly what she wanted.

"I knew you were getting me drunk for a reason."

The dirty grin on her face said it all. "I haven't got the clue why you're so surprised. I'm always determined to get you wasted whenever we get the chance to go out together. You never want to go anywhere with me." She stepped closer pressing their bodies together, a pout evident on her lips. "It makes it so much easier to have my way with you too. Besides-" Her shoulders shrugged. "-you enjoy being intoxicated. Everything feels so much better when your muscles are loosened enough to let me happily buzz you into bliss, no?"

Knuckles paused, wrinkling his nose at his own confessions being thrown back at him. She wasn't lying, he did enjoy the after-effects of alcohol, so much so he made it a rule to never ever drink any when he wasn't his bat-girl. Becoming delirious and giggly would not aid him in his job as guardian whatsoever, at least when with Rouge he knew she'd take care of him when being in such a vulnerable state.

"You always lead me into some risky shit when I'm drunk. Can't help but be cautious sometimes."

"You end up enjoying yourself none the less." She smiled. "It's not like anything we do to each other in here would get us sent to the nearest prescient like last time."

"We agreed not to talk about that."

"You know not to hesitate to tell me when something severely displeases you, yes?" He blushed and nodded. "So relax, and don't worry your pretty head. If I wanted to embarrass you I could surely do it without the collar." Knuckles breathe hitched when she pressed herself against him, those hands sliding under his dreads to place that crop around him.

"And.." He swallowed. "And you're sure this can't wait another-"

"I am in no mood for waiting Knuckles." Her voice changed from flirtatiously playful to stern and demanding. The pure amusement on her face however, gave away her false facade of irritation she tried to school onto her face. In reality there was probably nothing the bat could do that could actually hurt him, but as soon as that collar was clasped around his neck he understood he was at her mercy.

With a shaky grin, he looked down at the woman who was running her finger over the red R in the middle of the choker. "You really have no patience batgirl."

Painted red lips spread apart to smile up at him and without any warning, she grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head down to meet her in a suffocating kiss. With her fingers intertwined with his collar and the other with his dreads, she had no problem coaxing his mouth open to deepen their lip lock. She moaned when their tongues intertwined, finally satisfied that she got to steal the kiss she's been wanting to give him all evening. Rouge had been without this for months and despite her claims of them not being in an actual relationship, she tries to remain a loyal woman.

Being able to press together like this was worth the wait, especially when his hands ran over the fold of her wings; her whole body shuddered so hard it caught even her off guard. Alcohol made him more forward than he would normally be. He kissed her so passionately she almost forgot she was supposed to be the one that was overwhelming him.

Knuckles was losing himself in the taste of her lips, not even caring if her lipstick was rubbing off on him. His hands were moving on their own journey down her back and to her hips. He squeezed her body to his as if they had any space between them before, her breast squished up against his own torso threatening to pop right out of her dress.

She couldn't stop the loud moan that left her lips, sounding far too filthy for them just to be making out with their clothes on, but the pressure of Knuckles clothed arousal pressed right into the cup her latex dress provided right in between the gap of her thighs. She smirked and let herself grind against it, shamelessly. Rejoicing at the hiss that left his mouth, teetering on to a full-fledged growl. That was her first telltale warning, but before she could get away from him to take back control of the situation, finally finally those hands reached down and clutched at her ass with a strength that tore a gasp right from her throat.

Knuckles grip on her was so hard he practically shoved her body to slide up against his, lifting her off her feet from her rear alone. Oh, it was so hard for her not to fall for that. Rouge hated being manhandled, didn't like being grabbed or tugged or yanked at in anyway whatsoever. Any other man that tried it had successfully earned a broken wrist and a restraining order from her in the same day if they proved to be distasteful enough.

But Knuckles, oh her sweet Knuckles, she had no problems with letting him man-handle her all he wanted. In fact, it was only when she began 'courting' her echidna that she'd found out just how much she liked being tussled around at all. Not by anyone though... just by him.

It should had been the damn opposite. Knuckles was stronger than any person she had ever been with before in her life. You would think that would put her on the fence even more... nope, not at all. That should have been her first warning sign that she was going to get far too deep into this relationship.

When she felt his teeth bite down on her lower lip, she had to open her eyes to lock with his. His violet irises hid nothing, staring at the fullness of her parted lips to the flush rising on her cheeks. Just the way he looked at her was enough to turn the warming heat between her thighs to become damp.

This would not do.

She broke their kiss without warning. Her hand found its purchase in his hair again and then strongly yanked it backwards. The pained hiss that followed when he released her lip would have worried her, if she didn't know how much he secretly loved it.

"Oh no you don't, Tiger." She smiled, her panting breathes displaying her brief loss of control. Pausing to lick the residue off her lip, she smoothly lifted up to place a sweet kiss on the echidna's chin. The sudden yank to his hair had once again disoriented his vision, but it felt 10x times better underneath the fog of liquor. Everything felt more intense this way, even pain. He was almost ashamed at how pliable he became beneath her hands like this, but the anxiousness bubbling in his gut proved to rise above that shame and scorch into a flame of excitement.

Much to Knuckles surprise her lipstick was still intact, something he'd never be able to understand probably, being ignorant to the production of long-lasting sustainable lip wear. "This is my game Knuckie, I can't have you getting to carried away."

He snorted. "Carried away she says. As she collars me in the middle of a grope fest on the dance floor."

The bat smiled, immediately appreciating how easy he made it for her to return to her role. She took a moment to collect herself, taking a deep inhale of air in hopes of cooling herself off. She drummed her fingers along his shoulder thoughtfully and Knuckles noticed the gesture instantly, it was something she always did when she was attempting to present something out of the ordinary to him. His suspicious were further proven when the hand locked within his hair slipped down to the middle of his back. It pressed in comfortably, moving in soothing circular motions that usually relaxed him.

Usually.

It did little help while they were already hot and bothered in their clothes. He watched as she bit her lip, looking up at him with a expectant gleam in her eye. "Knuckles."

He grinned lazily. "Rouge."

"Would you be interested in entering some new territory with me tonight?" He paused.

"New territory?" He asked in disbelief. "I doubt there's anything new you could spring out on me that you haven't already done, bat girl."

"Oh come now, you know me better than that." She smiled. "We have ventured in many different kinds of play with each other, but you know there's still so much I haven't done with you, to you. The bounds of my lecherous mind are endless as you know."

"Yeah, yeah." He sighed. "What is it Rouge?" A part of his chest warmed at the fond smile she gave him, almost enough to make him melt on the spot. Especially when the back of her fingers caressed one of his cheeks.

"You trust me?"

"Of course."

Suddenly her sweet smile turned into a threatening frown, not directed towards him but to the person he didn't realize was behind him. "You cannot kiss him." Her eyes narrowed. "Do not kiss him, undress him, or harm him. If I see you trying to break any of my conditions, I wont even think twice about breaking your jaw. Your lips are too be nowhere near his own. Am I clear?"

...what?

To his surprise, a deep amused voice responded. "That's fair."

"Wait a minute-" Just as he was about to turn around a pair of gloved hands came clasping onto his hips. "W-Whoa now, what's the big ide-"

"Knuckles." That and a sharp tug on the collar put an end to his protesting. He had already broken one of the rules and they had barely even started yet. He was going to regret that later. "I don't like whiners."

Usually, if under normal circumstance he'd be offended and be ready with a snarky remark at the tongue... but not while they were playing their roles. His confused snarl dropped from his face and he gave her an almost apologetic look. He knew what she really wanted however. "R-Right. Sorry."

Rouge didn't smile, though she didn't look necessarily angry either. Her brows narrowed not in irritation but... concern. He fidgeted under her observant eyes not sure how she wanted him to respond to silence.

"Give me a fruit."

Knuckles glanced down at the hands holding gently onto his waist and pressed his lips together tightly. It showed how worried he actually was and in response Rouge cupped his chin with her hands and turned his eyes towards her. She sweetly pecked his lips, leaving him dumbfounded by how uncharacteristic it was of her to do so, even more so when she repeated the motion more than once.

"Honey, you look like you just swallowed a lemon. There's no need to be so upset, you're only going to be dancing for me. We've done it before, yea? Mingling with the crowd and coming back to each other." Knuckles blinked as if he was trying to remember that specific time. "I originally wanted to do the same here but..." She gave a look to the people crowded around them, all doing their own little things with their own partners. "People at this place get too... friendly. I wouldn't dish you out to the sharks looking as good as you do. So, I scavenged you a dance partner."

He sighed in relief, tension leaving his body. He appreciated having a bit more insight of what he was getting himself into. "Dance partner. Right, right."

"I wouldn't let anyone get too carried away with you dear." She smiled. "You're mine." He nodded, kissing the pad of her thumb in reassurance when it pressed at his lip. Her lips again, pressed against his, completely ignoring the finger that denied them both full contact of their kiss. She was kissing him a lot today and much earlier than she usually would, that being something she'd save till they were reaching their end. He soaked up the attention, not questioning the backpedaling of their usually order. He almost missed when she questioned her signal again, to preoccupied with nipping at her bottom lip. "Fruit?"

"Peach."

Rouge smiled. "Good." The hands on his chin dropped and like that, she switched back into her character. "Now, what were you saying?"

He couldn't help but roll his eyes, of course she'd take the opportunity to milk an apology out of him. "I'm sorry."

"Mnnnn, as much as I adore those words coming from that testy mouth of yours, we both know that I am not that easy to reconcile." A brow raised." You're going to have to do much more to earn my mercy." That declaration had him growing hot under the collar and probably would had been the mood tipper for him... if there weren't two firm hands gripping the sides of his hips; hands that weren't even hers.

"What do you want?" She schooled a smirk that was near frightening and sensuously ran her hands up his chest.

"Entertain me." One harsh push from her and he found himself being shoved away from her plush body and back into a hard and sturdy one. He tensed up the moment they made contact with each other. Though they had done this before, he couldn't remember ever letting someone get this close to him.

A hand on an arm, maybe. One on his chest, sure yeah. Smack on the ass every now and again, unavoidable, especially when Rouge shoved him into a group of dancing women.

Grabbed by the hips and pressed fully against someone? Never.

Taking a deep breath, he paused when his nose scrunched up at the scent of expensive cologne he was picking up, a familiar expensive cologne. He recognized the smell on this person... wait, was this the same asshole from the bar?! "You don't need to be so nervous tough guy." Yep it was him. Same annoyingly flirty voice, reeking of alcohol and perfume. Same friendly ass hands, now grabbing much more than one measly dreadloc.

What the hell was she thinking throwing him against some drunk guy who smelled like he bathed in AL-Perkei? (Credits to Rouge for teaching him all about name brand fragrances.)

He wanted to shoot her a heated glare, but when he glanced back in front of him she was gone. Vanished back into the crowd for sure, but most definitely watching them, watching him.

How was he even supposed to do this? Sure, he had danced with Rouge plenty of times before and mildly other people as well; but he'd never been pressed up against anyone else, especially someone of the same sex. That was Rouge's thing, how did he even go about dancing with someone else without making a fool of himself. He was grateful that he was at least was mindful of his hands, not straying too far from his hips the moment the bat left. However that gratitude was quickly diminished the moment he felt those hands slip up to his waist in an overly sensual fashion.

He knew he was supposed to be putting on that kind of show for her but it was completely ridiculous for him to just be thrown into such a situation and have it be expected of him to be successfully adept. He didn't know what to do. "You should relax."

"Shut up." He gritted out. "You're not the one being felt up by some stranger." He could almost feel the grin spreading across the guys face.

"Got a point there, but I'd like to be." Knuckles tensed even more when those firm arms decided to loop together around his waist. Dear god, he could feel the entire frame of his body against his back. He felt more than heard the others laugh, apparently finding this far more entertaining than he did. Their hold was loose enough for him to get away if he truly felt the need too, small mercies on his accord. But still...

"Relax."

He swallowed nervously and sighed, the gesture making his shoulders slowly sag from their hunched position.

The club was dark and even though the mass of people surrounding them was slowly getting smaller he still couldn't spot Rouge in the crowd, but he knew for a fact she could see him. Her eyes were made for this and while he was usually very alert in the dark, his drunken stupor drowned out his senses almost completely. He felt awkward and stiff, not seeing how any of this would please the bat in any way.

...but then the song changed.

He hadn't been paying attention to whatever was playing before, dismissing it as background noise. Though Knuckles couldn't ignore the abrupt change in lights when the music switched, since he was trying so hard to focus on anything else but the body behind him. It wasn't particularly fast or upbeat, but it was very very loud. So heavy with bass he felt his ears tuning out every time the beat dropped. You could almost see the sound waves tremble along with the rest of the club, it shook his vision like it shook the walls, and his heart felt as if it was pulsing out of his chest.

There were no words nor any singing accompanying it. Just a collection of beats and deep basses that vibrated him to the very core. He could barely even hear himself breathe.

With how hazy he already was it was no surprise he was succumbing into a sensory overload. The flashing lights made his vision even cloudier than it already was, though the soft blue and green hues brought a sense of calmness to him, even if his heart was still beating faster than a mile a minute. It took a while before he noticed that his body was swaying from side to side, not by any means of his own. The arms around his waist tightened and before he knew it, a face was pressed onto his shoulder.

"You got a favorite color?"

Not use to hearing a husky voice in his ear, he blinked when he was surprised it wasn't as off-putting as he'd thought it'd be. The other was breathing hot against his ear and swaying them both to the beat of the music; not outright dancing like he feared it'd be. However, the other was touching him with aggressive familiarity, especially when two warm hands unashamedly pushed their way up his shirt.

Widened eyes stared at the hands digging up into his top. Knuckles had to bite down on his lip to prevent himself from barking out another snarky remark. Didn't Rouge deliberately tell this guy not to undress him? What the hell was he doing?

Abusing the loopholes in her rules that's what. The hands didn't go up nowhere near far enough to remove his shirt. Instead, they seemed to have more fun roaming around his stomach, teasingly caressing the area in smooth strokes. His spine tingled; shivers traveling up and down his back as his shoulders began to loosen from their tense posture. .

"Color?" He was asked again. Knuckles licked his lips, suddenly aware of how chap they were when he went to answer.

"Green. It's green." The guy behind him huffed in amusement.

"Wouldn't have guessed that. Not bad." He felt him laugh against his neck and couldn't help but scrunch his shoulders up at the ticklish sensation. "Red is way hotter though."

Just as much of a flirt as Rouge, no surprise there. "Flatterer."

"You seem to like being flattered."

"Thats-" This time he felt more than just the others chest press against him. He stifled the gasp that had tried to rise from his throat. "O-Only by certain people."

"Like your lady?" He almost didn't hear him with how low he spoke. He was trying his hardest to keep up with everything around him but it was proving difficult to even get a full sentence out. All of his senses felt tuned out and it brought a feeling of vulnerability Knuckles only allowed himself to feel when he was in private, with Rouge. "Speaking of your lady, I don't think she's very entertained yet. Why don't we liven it up a bit?"

"W-What?"

The entire room swirled in his vision and Knuckles immediately felt dizzy as he was carefully spun around, one of his hands shot out to fist the fabric of the others shirt to balance himself. Now that he was face to face with the guy he noticed that he wasn't much taller than him and didn't have to angle his head down too much to place a wet kiss on his shoulder, a hand letting go of his waist to firmly slide up the length of his back.

That almost had him shaking; his back was a sensitive place for him. Knuckles had to bite his lip to keep himself from making a sound but failed at doing so when he felt a leg practically shove in between his own.

Oh, if it wasn't obvious he was turned on before it was definitely obvious now. He'd been semi-hard for awhile now, starting from when Rouge first started squeezing at his junk and now it was pressing against this guys leg. He tried moving away from that friction but the second he started to pull himself away those hands placed themselves on his hips and pulled him even closer.

"Damn, she was not lying. You are big." He was not blushing, he was so not blushing.

"I wonder if she can see this monster from all the way across the dance floor." That shouldn't have sounded as hot as it did. Much as he hated to admit it, stroking his ego was one definite way to get him going. Rouge being the obvious person to blame for him growing such a vain complex. When the leg pressed against him again he reluctantly let out the breath he'd been holding, the needy exhale reaching the others ears. He couldn't stop the slight roll of his hips that pressed him against the others thigh, once that muscle made contact with the tent in his pants he knew he was going to be fighting a losing battle.

Slowly, he started to press against the leg in between his thighs, the hands on his hips tightening and encouraging such a display. His fist tightened in the others shirt, eyes facing down to where their bodies were locked together. He didn't even notice the lecherous look his dance partner was giving him. Thinking about how it was a damn shame he could't kiss the redhead; his lips looked so swollen from all the biting his teeth was doing.

Not too far away Rouge was fighting an almost equally conflicting battle with herself. She wanted to pull Knuckles away from the guy who was getting more and more comfortable with her echidna by the second, but at the same time... she didn't. Her eyes couldn't tear themselves away from the roll of Knuckles hips, the area between her thighs dampening in excitement every time he did as much as bite his lip. His jeans began to tug lower, bit by bit to the point where they eventually locked around the edge of his hips; his sturdy abdomen out for all eyes to see.

He looked far to enticing. She could partially understand why the other male was so enraptured with the slow grind of their hips. He'd quickly gone from leading them to just staring at her redhead use his leg for his own relief.

It was when those hands grabbed at her possessions bottom however, that she began to feel the true extent of her territorial demeanor. She wished watching Knuckles seduce someone else didn't prove to be so damn hot to watch, it was almost embarrassing how much she was trying to keep herself from shaking with both anger and glee.

"You're so fucking hot." Was what she thought she heard the guy say to her lover. Rouge snorted, as if agreeing with him. Of course her man was hot, now he was just blabbering the obvious. It didn't deter from encouraging the flush on Knuckles face though. She could see the strain his pants were being put under, trying to contain and protect his modesty the best it could.

It was failing.

"Such a shame you're already spoken for."

Cloudy violet eyes narrowed and looked up at the other. "This... would never happen otherwise."

He grinned. "Good thing your lady is generous. You're enjoying yourself, yeah?" His face was teasingly nuzzling at the side of his own, lips brushing against the underside of his jaw. The lights flashing in the club had changed from its blue tint to yellow and magenta. The tempo had increased and the crowd was back to getting excited. Before long the two of them were swarmed by a vast amount of bodies yet again. He swore he saw a bra being thrown off somewhere into the distance, followed by an excited squeal.

Welp, better not look in that direction. He didn't want to end up face first into a pair of random breasts on the dance floor. Knuckles was honestly surprised that Rouge hadn't intervened yet, he doubt she could see them now with all these people in the way.

He definitely couldn't see her, he couldn't see much of anything but a broad chest accompanied with that stupid flirtatious grin. Owner of said grin decided to press them chest to chest to keep him away from any grabby drunk that could be wandering near them, hands squeezing tighter at his ass. Now their crotches were pressing against each other and it took a lot of self-control for him not to gasp at the contact.

Being pressed up against someone of the same sex was weird as fuck, but he'd be lying if he said it was completely unpleasant. He appreciated how the others body was large enough to block people's view of him at least. There was a different kind of appeal from being wrapped up in arms that didn't portray any of that feminine delicacy that Rouge possessed, and he didn't quite dislike it.

Silver linings, the silver linings always mattered.

Those silver linings were quick to slip out of thought the moment he felt fingers flirting above the waistband of his jeans, threatening to dive into them and grab more at Knuckles rear. The echidna's eyes widened and his hands quickly snapped down to grab the others wrists in a tight grip.

"Don't you even think about-"

"Shhh." Chapped lips were pressed directly at the side of his head. "Don't worry hot shot, I won't go digging into your pants." The claim was backed up by the poking fingers leaving the hem of his jeans, going back to palming over his clothed ass once again. "You're a bit too drunk for my liking to consent to that, no matter how hot you are."

"You're a fucking stranger. I wouldn't let you even if I was shit-faced." He paused. "… more shit-faced than I am now." He laughed loudly into the echidna's ear.

"Grabbing at it is good enough for me." A light bite into his shoulder caught him off guard and he gasped through his nose despite his previous dispute. "You're making this so hard for me." As to put emphasis on his words, he rolled his hips into Knuckles, almost making him choke out his groan. "Such a damn shame I can't kiss you."

Thank god for that-

Wait, he couldn't? Oh right, Rouge's orders.

Speaking of Rouge, hadn't she had enough of her little show? It was closely hitting the 15-minute mark and he was starting to feel more than a little overwhelmed. His jeans were causing him more discomfort than anything, they gave him no form of relief whatsoever. There was no way he was going to let this stranger touch him in any form of intimate way. Dirty dancing he had done well to entertain (even though he hadn't done much of anything to be frank) but anything more he was not going to let happen.

Rouge almost snickered at how her redhead was trying to hide how frantically he was looking for her. She knew exactly what kind of predicament she put him in and was content to leave him in it if only for a few more minutes. She wanted to get her hands on him just as much as he wanted her to, however basking in the enjoyment of the moment; there was something terribly perverse about having the power to control the scene in front of her. She didn't even have to get him worked up whenever she decided to take him away, Knuckles being already beyond that point.

She was looking forward to seeing the look of pure desperation on the others face when she snatched Knuckles away from him, right at the moment when things were going to get good.

Knuckles experience however, was running the opposite direction. Irritation growing under the mask of his obvious arousal. This guy was rubbing his body against him in all the right angles and he was doing his best to keep from moaning and encouraging this to turn into something far more intimate than it was supposed to be. Though from the squeezing of his ass and lewd comments on his dick, he thought that line already been crossed.

Rouge was doing this on purpose, she must be.

He didn't even know how she managed to stay in the dark for so long, her possessive ass definitely not liking all the biting he was doing. He'd be lying if he said that he didn't though, just wish the person doing it was different. His bites kept to playful nips, testing the boundaries of his brief accessibility. If it was Rouge, the second her teeth locked on his shoulder her hand would of been down his pants, grabbing at the hardness pressing against her. Her teeth sparring him no mercy, biting down hard enough to convince him she was going to bite a chunk out of him.

This... just wasn't enough.

By pure accident, the next hard squeeze to his ass made him jerk forward against the guys front aggressively. That's when for the first time of the night, he heard him groan. In the heat of the moment, he felt sharp teeth latch onto his shoulder, jolting him to tilt his head back at the sensation. That bite was a lot harder than the rest and he couldn't stop himself from closing his eyes and sighing into it.

"Tease." He wasn't trying to be, he really wasn't. If there were anyone he would ever admit, deliberately trying being a tease for it would be Rouge. There's no way she'd ever let it go if he purposely showed that side of him to someone else-

…oh.

A sharp grin slowly spread across Knuckles face, as a really really stupid idea managed to worm it's way inside of his head. Something so outlandishly not in his nature that he had to pause to reevaluate his character for a quick moment. There was no doubt that he was going to be regretting this later, but a rather large part of him couldn't help but huff at the petty idea of payback he'd just come up with.

What he was about to do was significantly out of pure pettiness.

He was going to flirt.

"That right?" The guy didn't pause from nipping at his shoulder, though the tilt of his head showed that he did hear him. Bringing them back to eye level once more, he was taken off guard when a spiked glove hand fisted into the front of his shirt, the other almost violently grabbing at his chin. His jaw slacked in surprise at all the sudden grabbing the redhead was doing. Grabbing on him, something he'd been trying to coax him to do for the last fifteen minutes. "Do you want to?"

The silent buzz that followed that obscure question not only affected the male in his grasp, but Rouge as ... was she hearing correctly? Did Knuckles just say-

"Do I want... to? Do I want to kiss you?" The echidna quirked up a brow at the obvious question.

"Well?" Knuckles took a moment to let all the regret he was already feeling die out and smirked wider at the dumbstruck nod he'd received, nodding faster when he pressed for an answer a second time. Knuckles knew, while he may be easily prone to embarrassment, if he could manage to make someone like Rouge momentarily speechless, he could definitely pull it off with this guy as well. After all, there must have been some appeal on his person to make this guy pursue him so aggressively. "How bad do you want it?"

"I..I-I" He could not believe that this guy was actually stuttering.

"Where'd all that bravado go big guy? I'm asking you a serious question here." Rouge's jaw nearly dropped. Was... was Knuckles flirting?! Her Knucklehead, flirting? With someone else?! His voice pitching so deep she had to double take to make sure it was actually him talking?!

Rouge's shock was apparently understandable enough to be shared because even the guy who had his hands, literally on Knuckles ass, had been thrown for a loop. "Bad enough to risk my batgirl kicking your teeth in? Bully that she is, she'd probably aim for your front teeth too. Make sure you'd never be able to show that stupid smile ever again." The others face lit up as if Knuckles just sweetened the deal, most definitely taking Knuckles insult as a compliment. He recovered sooner than she would of liked, his stunned expression giving way to make room for a more than eager smile to replace it.

"I bet she would." Of course to top it all off, he began flirting back. Of course. Rouges finger began to tap rapidly against her forearm, her plump cherry painted lip falling victim to sharp gnawing teeth.

"Mnn, would it be worth it though?"

He fucking wouldn't.

To her surprise, he actually nodded.

He wouldn't dare.

Knuckles was momentarily thrown off guard by his response too, not bothering to hold back his disbelieving snort. "Seriously?" His spiked hand released the others chin and moved to rest on his hip instead. "You'd actually be willing to get kicked in the face, lose a few teeth all for a little kiss? You know those don't grow back right?"

That was when the guy really smirked, a wicked smirk that he'd seen many times before on the face of his very shameless bat.

Uh oh.

"Sweetheart, I'm afraid I must inform you that if there is anything in this world that I excel at, it's misbehaving." Knuckles grin faltered, realizing that maybe, just maybe… this was a bad plan. "If you wanted some help with that, all you needed to do was ask." A really bad plan.

He wasn't left with a moment to ponder over the bad decisions he'd made because right before he could get any kind of word out, the other male made a dive for his face. Their lips were pressed together, leading them into deep awkward kiss.

…a kiss that he had instigated. A kiss that he'd never actually experienced with anyone other than Rouge.

The repercussions of this were going to be so so bad.

But, if this didn't get Rouge's ass back to the floor to snatch him away he didn't know what would. Internally praising her possessive nature, he knew it was only a matter of time before she came storming in like the bat out of hell she was.

However, it became increasingly hard to focus on the thought of his no-doubt furious bat when he actually found himself responding to the kiss. The thought of pulling away not even occurring to him before the hands on his ass left and wrapped themselves around his waist once again, tightly; locking him in place so that pulling away was no longer an option. The other kissed him greedily, making sure to mash their mouths together as much as he could.

He'd never kissed anyone other than Rouge before, so was caught off guard with how different it was. It was sloppy, untamed... it felt nice.

An unexpected shudder went trailing straight down the length of his back and his violet eyes fluttered closed at the sensation. He could barely hear anything besides the soft groans leaving the others lips while an uncomfortable amount of heat built up in between their bodies.

When a tongue had found its way to push in between his parted lips, he knew that he was royally fucked. This had gone too far. Rouge wouldn't like that, she wouldn't like it one bit. Just as he was about to raise a hand to press the other away, it of course got even worst. One of the hands at his waist reached down to grab at his thigh, deliberately pulling it upward to the others hip and then, he grinded.

"Mfft!" That was a moan; that was a loud moan, holy shit. The sound came out garbled cause of their intertwined tongues but if anything, the other male paid it no mind. In fact, it seemed to spur him on, causing him to give his own garbled moan in response.

Now it was definitely out of hand. The absence of shame in his person concerned him on multiple levels, but he couldn't find himself to care when those hips were rolling into his crotch like that. Curse him for moaning into his mouth as if he was encouraging their debauched rutting. Double curse the hand that cupped at his ass so that their crotches could press harder together. And curse the fingers in his hair that was close to yanking the shit out of his- wait, was that a third hand?

Knuckles head was wrenched back so violently his neck literally popped, breaking their lip lock with a loud smack. He managed not to cry out at the vicious yank of his locs, only by a thread. His chest was heaving, overwhelmed by both the kiss and the incredibly uncomfortable angle his neck was pulled into. Flushed face sprouting a shade of red so dark, it looked almost feverish.

His eyes strained open underneath the sharp pain coming from the pull of his spines, vision blurring at the edges from being tousled around so violently. When his vision finally came to a focus however, nothing prepared him for the malicious leer on Rouge's face.

He thought all of her other smiles were bad? This one was barely even a smile. She looked like she was in between wanting to murder him or murder the guy holding him up by his ass. A schooled expression torn between rage and arousal that he honestly should had been more concerned about. That look never earned him anything good. But truly, all he could really manage to do was give her was a lazy grin.

Like previously mentioned, he knew how to get what he wanted.

"Knuckles."

"Rouge." Her stupidly attractive red-head had the fucking nerve to look up at her and smile. "Fancy seeing you here." His slurred speech would have caused her some concern if she wasn't fuming with rage.

There wasn't a moment of hesitation in her person when she responded to his back sass by yanking relentlessly on that spine, purposely causing the echidna to hiss at the pain. The nerve he had to still even look at her with that cheeky smile of his after pulling this bullshit of a stunt right in front of her eyes. The second yank caused the guy who was holding him to drop his leg from his waist, having the nerve to look sheepish in front of her.

"Yeah, she don't look to happy. I'm assumin' this is my cue to leave?" Said male looked like he regretted opening his big mouth, because the anger directed at Knuckles looked almost loving compared to the look she gave him.

"Hands off my merchandise and move along." Merchandise? Oh, she was really mad. He didn't know whether to apologize or just let the whole scene play itself out, but Rouge had no intentions on waiting for him to figure it out. She pulled on Knuckles spines with an aggressive tug, displaying strength the other male did not realize those arms had. That was all it took for her to practically yank her man out of his grip. Making him almost take a tumble to the floor before having his feet catch up with him.

The moment he got close enough though, her hand relocated to snap at the back of Knuckles neck, using it to both hold him up straight and as a warning that he'd better stay right where he was.

Once Knuckles was back in her possession, she tilted his head towards her and gave him a look that would make lesser men gulp in fear. Knuckles however, did no such thing. He was still feeling oddly playful and the alcohol in his system definitely made it easier for him to wave off Rouge's rage with his own cheekiness. "Did I do something bad?" Now, he was flirting with her, and she had to stop herself from squeezing her fingers around his neck. Rouge was tempted to respond back with something 10x times more vicious than anything he could have ever imagined her saying… but then she paused…

She grazed her eyes over her echidna's body, almost as if she was sizing him up… and then gave him a smile so sweet it threw both Knuckles and the anonymous male for a loop. Just a second ago she was on the verge of ripping Knuckles spines out of his head through pure anger alone and now she was smiling up at him as if he had done nothing wrong.

This woman switched back and forth between moods like a light switch.

The bat circled herself around him, her adjacent hand running a trail across his chest before flicking down to the golden zipper of his shirt and then slowly pulled it back up, putting away his previously exposed chest.

"I'm not going to repeat myself." She startled both of them out of their stupor, her voice sounding quite angry for someone who had that sweet of a smile on her face. "Get lost. I have no further use for you, and if you do move fast enough I may even let you keep your two front teeth."

There was a pause in between his shuffle backwards, away from the duo that seemed to be getting more and more unreachable the angrier the bat got. While the temptation to tease the both of them was strong… he found that he did in fact, liked having his picture perfect teeth. "Damn." He sucked on the bottom of his own swollen lip, reeling in the fact that he wasn't leaving… totally empty handed. "Hate to have to leave ya, but I enjoy having a perfect set of teeth to smile with." The guy had the nerve to shoot Knuckles a cheeky grin behind Rouge's back. "Gonna miss me handsome?"

The less disobedient sub nature inside of him told him it'd be better not to say a word right now, not while Rouge was still looking as murderous as she did... but on the other hand, the bigger, snarky part of him just couldn't seem resist the chance of letting the teasing quarrel go unfinished.

"Fat chance wise guy." And then her hand squeezed tighter around his neck. Yeah once again, not making the best of decisions.

"Right right, I get it. Not in front of your lady." That was when she had enough. Rouge swirled her head around to shoot him a glare so vicious it put an end to whatever conversation he was trying to keep with her echidna. He shuffled away further at a faster pace, grinning with the mischief of a child who'd just stolen a cookie from the forbidden cookie jar.

Cocky piece of shit. She should have kicked his fucking teeth in. Every single last one.

But he wasn't the one who was solely at fault here now was he?

"Knuckles." All she had to do was say his name for him immediately tense and swallow at the change of tone in her voice. Their now shared solitude within the crowd allowing him to feel all of the nervous guilt that had been bubbling in his stomach since the beginning of his foolish attempt of rebellion. He couldn't stop the full body grimace when she turned her attention back on him, angry scowl still present on her lips. He parted his lips to say something back, but the further narrowing of her eyes cautioned him not to say another word.

Red alarms. Red alarms sounded off in all the corners of his hazy mind. Then unexpectedly, Rouge's hands shifted, the hand on his neck sliding to grip the front of his collar from underneath it's clutch on his neck. Her thumb caressing once again, over the red R on the front.

He stood there silently, watching her almost lovingly caress her branded R on his neck without once taking her eyes off his. The glare from her eyes was intimidating enough to discourage him from returning it. He had no choice in the matter however, when her hand slapped down hard on his face; her fingers clutching at his chin roughly to turn his face back towards her.

"Where's your bravado now tough guy?"

Ah shit. This wasn't going to be good.

"You know Knuckie..." Rouge made sure to press her thumb down hard at the swell bottom lip. "...it seems like whenever I finally get a chance to have you within my grasp, you somehow manage to surprise me more and more each and every time. This however, was the only mildly unsavory surprise you've ever presented to me." This time she heard the gulp in his throat. "I think you already know I'm not even going to bother milking an apology out of you. You know exactly what you did wrong and why you did it. There's no saving yourself from the deep deep ditch you've just dug yourself into, and I hope you're more than prepared to face the consequences of your disobedience..." She paused. "...however-" The suggestive purr in her voice was his first warning that she was going to do something bad, but before he could step away, her hand rushed downwards to pop open the top button of his jeans and dived it's way straight into them.

At that moment Knuckles swore, he'll never admit to himself or her, how far his eyes rolled to the back of his head when her hand met the length of his cock. To be fairly honest, it wouldn't matter whether he could own up to it or not anyway; because throughout all of it, Rouge was watching him. Her gaze burning into his own, unblinking and hungry. Relishing in his sharp intake of air, her grip tightened around his cheeks when he bit down on her thumb, rather than his intended lip.

Now the smile had returned, wickedly sharp and predatory in all the wrong ways. He had to fight with himself not to lay his hands on her, even if all he wanted was to wrap his arms around her soft curves. She'd make him regret it if he did.

After squeezing what could almost be too tight around him for a third time, his breath left him in a shaky sigh. Eyes sliding close to bask at the intensity of her attention. All forms of previous teasing leaving him ready and surprisingly sensitive. Oh, how he wanted more of her, but he knew better than to ask. He would get what she intended on giving him or nothing at all.

"If we are being entirely fair here however, despite how upsetting it was to watch someone else kiss you as if your lips didn't belong to me… you did manage to follow my orders quite well."

Now that had his attention. Through his short stuttered gasps Knuckles peeked open one of his feverishly vibrant eyes. "I…"

"You entertained me." Knuckles sighed into the gentle kiss that met with his jaw, relishing in the soft way she was handling his face while in the same instance, roughly palming his dick. "You entertained me so well that I believe I'm probably going to enjoy you more than I can ever imagine I have before. Never once did I ever think you would play on my jealously so well like you did tonight." Just when he thought her smirk could get any wider, it somehow manage to do so. "Absolutely irresistible."

"R-Rouge-" A sharp tug to his hair once again rendered him silent and he bit down harder on his lip. Trying to prevent letting any lewd moans escape past his lips. They were still in public, in the middle of the dance floor. The last thing he wanted was to draw more attention in their direction. Though even with his quieted moans and cautious movements, he could still feel eyes on him; eyes that wasn't hers.

"People truly perform best under the notion that they're attempting to right a wrong. Tonight, I'm going to make sure you get your chance at seeking redemption from me." He let out a choked moan from the aggravatingly slow, but rough jerking motions her hand had started making inside of his jeans.

He refused to look down. Not while knowing that she was still watching him. That there were others watching them. Watching every shake and tremble she pulled from his body, from the stutter of his hips to the soft gasping leaving his lips. There was no one to block their view of him this time; he truly felt as if he was fully on display despite the fact that he was still fully clothed.

Her hand began to move faster, as if sensing the oncoming shame in his thoughts and firmly rubbing them away. Knuckles didn't even realize that she'd begun moving them backwards until he felt his back collide with something solid. There was a slight rush of panic crossing his mind, thinking that she ran him into a wandering bystander while being so terribly indisposed, but the surface he'd been pressed against felt more like a wall than a person.

A wall that was dimly lit with a crimson colored overhead light, bright enough for him to finally see, but also bright enough for everyone else to see. Their bodies illuminated with the light above them, painting over the red of his fur and tinting the ivory and tan in hers.

"I can't believe you got me like this." She sounded breathless, was she breathless? She hadn't even been touched in the slightest of ways. "Jerking you off in the middle of a public area. Since when do you think you have the right to make me so unrestrained." That was when her fingers closed over the tip of his damp erection and he couldn't stop the gasp that it tore from him. "Since when do I need to display you to others to make sure you understand how much you belong to me. Enough to let everyone to know that you are mine."

"Rouge. I can't-" Her name left breathlessly from his lips and he braced his hands on the wall, knowing better than to outwardly touch her like he wanted to. Though he managed not to touch her, he couldn't manage to stop his hips from rutting his dick forward into her hand. He was getting close, that tingling feeling in his thighs that ran all the way up through his spine indicating how close he was meeting his edge. Her hand tugged harder, stroking him faster and ripping pleasured moans from his lips. Knuckles head lolled backwards, meeting the wall with a soft thud as he lay himself bare for her to take against the flat of the wall. Not making any moves to stop her or cover himself in any way. To close to his climax to truly become disgruntled by their debauchery.

…and then she bit him.

"Ah!" That was his last peak. He came wetly onto her hand, body sagging against the wall at the piercing pain her teeth caused when she locked them onto his jaw. The smell of metal reached his nose and he couldn't help but growl at the familiar scent; the wet drip going down his chin further conforming that she'd bit into him hard enough to draw blood.

"You were so eager this time. Look at all of this." Somewhere in his mind, he registered that she was spreading his own essence all over his still half-hardened length. An attempt to save his jeans from his own mess. His trembling legs threatened to give out on him with how bad he'd been worked up throughout the entire night, and it didn't go unnoticed by her whatsoever. She couldn't help but voice her satisfaction. "So pretty… how will I ever get enough of you this way Knuckie." His clenched eyes peaked open just in time enough to watch her suck whatever was left of him, off her fingers.

Knuckles was gone, face squinting at the slow exaggerated slurping of her fingers she was doing for him. No one should ever be allowed to look that lecherous; Rouge especially. The skipped beat of his heart convinced him that he was going to have a hard time making it through the night with her. "This is so different from you. Oh, you've made me so excited Knuckles. I love it."

As her tongue came to lap at the huge bruise she left on the underside of his chin, he declared himself officially doomed. There was no way that this was the end of his punishment. She was going to end him in the most humiliatingly best way possible.

"Please, don't be afraid to misbehave for me some more."

A/N: I added more gay cause I'm 50% petty.

I also added a little taste of porn because I'm 50% sweet.

Next chapter in the works. Might be the last. Might.

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