((( chapter three. Wow. I can write quickly…. Anyway, without much further ado, I shall introduce some lemoniness into this fic.)))
Sonic:-whines, cries, pouts, refuses-
A: -fwaps his ass with a belt- stop blathering.
Sonic: -sniffles- oww…..
Anyway, as GameGirl2 so eloquently put, I should probably give an explanation as to why I'm making the characters act the way they do.
One, Sonic is eighteen and a bachelor. All bachelors buy cheap beer and proceed to drink it as often as possible. He also- in the spirit of young bachelorhood- swears often to reassure himself of his manhood. It's a testosterone thing.
Tails acts like he does because he is twelve and is slowly going into "those" years. If he seems strange to you, that's why. I also thought a genius like Tails would flaunt his advanced premature intellect by using insanely polysyllabic words. He's still cute like a little kid in his own fluffy ways….
And Knuckles? Come on! Knuckles is the swearing type whether they make him or not. Knuckles has to swear. It's an echidna thing. And keep in mind, I'm using the same Knuckles persona as in my other fics, so, God help him if he gets depressed….
Knux:-sobs- pass the fucking tequila.
A: precisely my point.
: Neither myself, nor GameGirl2 own Sonic, and the ideas within this fic are originally hers.:
: if you are republican, conformist, or conservative, you may as well stop here. There is homosexuality in generous portions beyond this point. Might as well stick up your noses and make sure the door doesn't hit your ass on the way out.:
Chapter three- Disturbing Circumstances
Bare hands glided across soft skin… smoothed the soft underquills of his inner thighs….
His breath fell heavy on the other's soft neck….. he teased the skin with his tongue, caressing it with his lips…..
The soft sounds he made as the red hands ventured lower thrilled him, made the heavy rapid tempo of his heartbeat increase, pounding in his ears. He took that sweet mouth with his own, ravaging it with a wanting kiss, feeling his moans reverberate on his tongue….
He grasped his legs, pulling the other body to his own….
The cry of pleasure made him skip a breath…. He hadn't imagined how it felt before… the soft, constricting tightness…… the feel of his hands sliding up his sides, the nails digging at his muscular arms and back…
"Sweet God….. yes….. ohhh, it feels so-"
THOCK!
He sat up instantly, crying out in pain and rubbing at the afflicted region of his head.
"What the fuck….?"
"Hey, I had to do something to shut ya up." Sonic said, a second rock in his hand ready to toss should he feel the need. "You can have yer fuckin' wet dreams when I'm not here. I'm tryin' to sleep for Christ's sake! You're not exactly quiet…." he flung the rock at a nearby bush. "That's just sick…"
"You're tellin' me…" Knuckles growled, staring blindly out to the dark. Had… had that dream really been about…..him?
Sure, there was the essence of true blue…. The quills that softened as they neared his…
STOP! No, forbidden territory! A guy, for the love of all things holy! Male!
AND SONIC OF ALL PEOPLE!
He pulled at his tendrils in rage, standing and storming off barefoot. When had his shoes been removed...? He looked to his coarse hands. And his gloves for that matter…..
Sonic had rolled over and gone back to sleep. Thank God. He scaled a nearby hill and began to pace the crown of it angrily.
"I need a drink." He concluded, raking a hand over his head.
Sonic coughed as he felt a toe nudge him sharply in the side. He rubbed angrily at his eyes, sitting up and glaring at the echidna.
"What time is it?"
"Does it really matter?"
Sonic thought about this for a moment, squinting groggily and sniffing.
"I guess not." he stood, stretching and scratching at his quills. Knuckles cleared his throat and turned away, images from the dream coming back to him. Ugh….
"So, how about breakfast?" he asked the hedgehog, diverting his thoughts elsewhere.
"Hellyes, I'm starved!" he hopped to his feet, instantly awake. Knuckles shook his head, turning away. Definitely not his first choice, even if he WERE considering homosexuality. And that was only hypothetical.
"I guess I could fix something. I don't have any of those…. Chili-whatevers you like. I have healthier stuff."
Sonic was about to moan in complaint, but his stomach grumbled audibly, he giggled nervously, rubbing at the back of his neck.
"I guess I won't mind. As long as it's edible."
Knuckles only "hmf"ed in reply, starting off at a quick stride. Don't even look at him. Don't look.
Sonic snatched up his duffel and wrestled with the discarded sleeping bag as he trotted up next to the disgruntled echidna.
"So, uh…. You feelin' any be-"
"Fine." He retorted curtly, cutting the other off.
"oookaaay… who shoved what pole up your ass this morning?" Sonic, a bit taken aback, asked shortly before tripping over the dragging sleeping bag and tumbling over himself to the ground.
Knuckles growled with frustration and annoyance, whirling around, tendrils flying with the swift movement.
"If you haven't noticed, I don't enjoy your company!" he fairly screamed, veins puffing on his temples.
"Woo…. Scary….." the blue one remarked from his tangled position in the sleeping bag. "You know what you need? A chill pill. Definitely. Oh, hey, I got a few if you want one…" he began to rummage for the codine.
"OH GOD! WHY?" the red one shouted, grasping at his tendrils and storming away.
"But they're good! I swear! Oh, whatever. More for me. Hey about breakfast…" he rose with difficulty, stuffing the sleeping bag in his duffel as he jogged after him.
"Eggs and some bacon would be alright. I don't mind toast, but I like it with ketchup. Oh! And-"
"STOP FOLLOWING ME!" Knuckles bellowed directly into the hedgehog's face.
"…..why? I thought we were cool last night. I thought-"
"Well, you thought WRONG! We are NOT 'COOL!' GET THE FUCK OFF MY ISLAND!"
The innocent blue face took on a confused, sorrowful expression. Knuckles almost had to look away.
"But…… but…….. breakfast……" his bottom lip began to quiver for effect.
The echidna's frown began to soften, and he sighed aggrivatedly, turning away.
"You can have your gawdamn breakfast. Cut with the act."
"YES! I rule!" Sonic did a mini victory dance and sped off in the direction of the guardian's house. The guardian himself emitted a low growl and glided after.
-.o.-
Sonic leaned back in the kitchen chair he was seated in, sighing with content and patting his slightly-bulged midsection.
"Hey, you ain't a bad cook, Knux. I'm surprised."
"Whatever." He stared at his plate, poking at an untouched poached egg with a fork with disinterest.
"Hey…. You gonna eat or what?"
"Nahh, a little queasy just yet." He gestured to the bump on the back of his head as an explanation.
"Eh, suit yerself." He rose, of course leaving his dirty dishes, and commenced a self-led tour of the house.
"Wooo… a widescreen…. Lucky…"
"Yeah, so what?"
"So what? You got surround sound and everything! A DVD/CD player too! Oh, I could SOO live here…"
"Don't get any ideas….."
Knuckles returned his attention to his cold breakfast for a moment, then looked up with alarm as Sonic started pressing buttons.
Chevelle resounded thunderously from the many stereo speakers, the sub-woofer causing the walls to reverberate violently.
"TURN IT OFF!"
"WHY?"
-FWACK!-
"OWWWW! DAMNIT!"
The music ceased and Sonic rubbed the new bump on his head whilst glaring at the echidna.
"What's wrong with you?" Knuckles berated as he strode angrily back to the table.
"I just wanted to play a little music, that's all…. don't have to be so violent….I didn't know you liked Chevelle!"
"There's a lot you don't know about me." he grumbled, picking up Sonic's dishes and depositing them in the sink.
"Then let's get to know each other better! " the hedgehog offered, flopping on a couch.
The guardian regarded him with a flat side-glance. "What's the point? Why should I be chummy with you? Don't you have enough friends to annoy down there?"
He thought about it for a moment. "No, not really. I can never have enough friends!"
Suddenly, the rodent had disappeared and annoyingly materialized behind the marsupial, wrapping his arms around the other's shoulders in a squeeze.
"Be my friend? Pwitty pwease?"
Knuckles had no idea why he was blushing.
"GET OFF ME, YOU QUEER!"
Sonic only laughed heartily, dodging a punch as he backed away.
"I'll take that as an 'I'll sincerely consider it.'"
"Don't…. EVER…. touch me again……"
"I see, it's an echidna thing. Alright. Wish granted." He folded his arms, nodding and disappearing again. He reappeared at the bookcase, continuing his thorough investigation of all Knuckles' personal belongings.
"Hnnn… history books. Yawn. Biographies. Major yawn. Poe? He's alright… oh, what have we here….?" He removed a worn red book from the bottom shelf.
"The Secrets of Tantra! I'm gonna borrow this one…"
Blushing profusely, Knuckles stormed over and snatched the book from his hand.
"Can you please stop rummaging through my stuff? I mean, you're a guest… it's rude."
"You're rude, dude! First you're all like 'oo, I'll cook you breakfast and we can be buddies and shit!' and then you're all like 'raa, getthafuckoffmyisland!' the least you could do is show a little more hospitality!" he turned up his nose and folded his arms.
"I'm hoping you don't actually think I sound like that…" Knuckles said uneasily, returning the book to the shelf.
Upon looking up, he found the blue one gone.
"Nice bed." He heard the nuisance's voice call from his sleeping quarters.
"GET OUT OF THERE!"
He heard the squeak of springs.
'Oh my God… he's on my bed….' Knuckles felt a hot blush creep across his cheeks.
'Wait… wait, no! He doesn't belong there!' he strode rapidly into his bedroom and gave the blue one a daunting glare.
"Sonic, I'll ask you one more time…." He began, eyes clenched. 'Don't look at him…'
"Whaaat?" he chimed back innocently. Knuckles found it hard to resist peeking…
The scene only caused a deeper blush to stain his face. Sonic was reclined against the black satin comforter and the two dark pillows at the headboard. His legs were spread, bent at the knee slightly, and he may have imagined the seductive smirk that had crossed the hedgehog's face. He folded his hands behind his head and narrowed his eyes, the smirk deepening.
Knuckles didn't realize he was staring until he saw a white-gloved hand waving in front of his face.
"Earth to echidna….. this is Houston…. Do we have a problem?" he asked, now at the foot of the bed, sitting on his knees. That was fast…..
The guardian blinked, realizing that he had blanked out. "Ehh…. The… the concussion and…. Headache…. Gotta go…." And he retreated to the nearest bathroom.
"Ah, poor guy. Bet he's gonna dry-heave too… empty stomach and all…."
Knuckles gasped, leaning heavily against the door. The familiar firmness had begun to make itself known…. He didn't know what he'd have done if Sonic had seen….. well, it had risen to its full length, and he quite literally couldn't leave until the rigidity had subsided….. He removed a glove, closing his eyes as his rough hand wrapped around the smooth flesh. The image played over against the insides of his eyelids…. the way he had spread his legs welcomingly…. the inviting smirk… the half-masted green eyes…. A soft groan escaped his lips.
Sonic rapped at the door worriedly.
"Hey, you alright in there?"
Knuckles jumped in fright.
"Y…y…y..yeah…. I'll be out in a minute…. Not…not feeling well……"
'actually, I'll feel pretty good in a minute…' he thought to himself, grinning.
"Alright…. I'll just go… entertain myself, I guess."
"You do that."
He waited till the soft footfalls had passed. He began to pump his hand slowly, closing his eyes again….
At this point he didn't care if it was Sonic he was fantasizing about. In fact, thought was pretty much beyond him at the moment. So what if it didn't make sense? The thought of it thrilled him beyond explanation…..
"…ohhhh…..Knux…. damnit….. it's so…. big….." the light voice of his rival played within his head….. subconsciously, he berated himself for thinking it, but continued with more speed….
"Nnnh! Yeah, you like that, don't you? You want more…?"
Sonic's ears perked up in the other room.
"Did he say something?"
There was silence, so he only shrugged and returned his attention to the forbidden red book, grinning deviantly.
"….harder…." the blue form squirmed beneath him in his mind.
"Ohhh… fuck yes…."
He sank to his knees, feeling the end near……
" Knuckles!"
"Gawdamnit, Sonic!" he cried out as he released.
"What? What'd I do?" Sonic shouted back from the living room. He rose, setting down the book and venturing after the reason for the sudden shout.
The echidna felt his knees tremble as he still knelt, an unfortunate accident spilt on the black bathroom rug. He panted for air, relishing the extreme tingling sensation as it slowly dissipated……. it felt good…. Too good…..
He jolted as the door opened a crack behind him.
"Hey, did you call me? Cause I wasn't reading that book. Nope." He blinked a few times, registering the shocked look on the echidna's face as he looked over his shoulder at him.
"You ok, buddy?"
"Yes… no…yes?"
They just stared at each other for an awkward moment. Sonic frowned with worry.
"Take it easy… if…. If you need me or anything… just holler."
"Kay."
He closed the door again.
Knuckles felt his entire body trembling from the adrenaline rush….. and from the release earlier mentioned. 'What the fuck is going on here?' he asked himself, dragging his gloved hand across his face. 'Wh….what's wrong with me?'
Sonic stuffed the thick red book under a couch cushion as he heard the bathroom door open, whistling innocently. Knuckles appeared, leaning against a doorpost weakly.
"Hey… man, maybe you should eat something…?" the blue one advised.
"No…. I'll be fine…." He rubbed at his unshaven face, avoiding eye contact.
"Well, at least lie down 'till you feel better…. You look like you're about to pass out…."
"Whatever…… you better get going…."
Sonic blinked, looking at him blankly.
"Get going where?"
"Anywhere but here." he growled low in reply, turning away.
"But….. it's raining."
"I don't care."
"Dude… look out the window."
He glanced in the direction Sonic was pointing.
An uprooted tree blew past and heavy torrents of water beat the reinforced glass unmercifully.
Knuckles sighed with aggravation. 'It's like I'm cursed or something….'
"Don't even think about coming near my room. Stay in the living room and keep the fucking stereo down. I doubt you'll get any reception on the TV in this weather anyway." He trudged toward his door.
The hedgehog squeaked with glee, pulling the book from its hiding spot.
"And you better not be reading that book!" the echidna added with a bellow.
"Damn… he's psychic!" he reluctantly set the book down and watched the rain in boredom.
-.o.-
Knuckles tossed uncomfortably in his bed, unable to get to sleep. He glanced at the clock, glaring 2:12-AM in bright red. Lightening flashed, flickering against the deep darkness of his reclusion. He could faintly hear music playing from the other room.
'The bastard's still up?'
He considered storming out to yell at him, but quickly decided otherwise. 'Hell, I don't even care. Let him do what he wants.'
Meanwhile, Sonic was sorting through the guardian's CD collection with little interest. He'd read the forbidden book twice over, flicked through the various channels of snow on the widescreen, and played just about every Audioslave, Chevelle, Deftones, and Creed CD Knuckles owned just trying to find some Good Charlotte or at least ONE by Radiohead. He finally settled on Nickleback and proceeded to investigate the kitchen.
"I missed you so much that I begged you to fly here and see me….you musta broke down 'cause you finally said that you would…"
Sonic weeded through the refrigerator, flicking his tail to the beat. 'hn. Nickleback's not that bad after all….'
He munched on a carrot as he looked through the various cabinets.
"Somethin's gotta go wrong 'cause I'm feelin' way too damn good…"
His eyes brightened and the carrot fell from his mouth when he found something unexpected.
"Hellooooo, nurse….." he said approvingly, gazing upon the contents of Knuckles' liquor cabinet.
"I don't think he'd miss one bottle…." he grinned, selecting a bottle of 1800.
He made his way back to the living room with the bottle and a bag of nachos he'd managed to find, feeling quite pleased with himself.
(((and this is where I decided to end the chappy. From here on, I'm not actually following the exact storyline….. it's going to be a leetle more raunchy than the original, neh :D ok, so give all your chao love from me and bye.))