Real life kept interfering with my writing, hence the long wait…Also, I couldn't find a place to end this chapter…it's a lot longer than I wanted it to be.

Anyways, thanks, guys, for all the great reviews. Now, I've only had one reviewer, my RL friend, vote for the prequel, but even so, I'm still working on it, though I'm having trouble writing the beginning. She'll have to add most of the details later, though, but oh well.

On a side note: Happy belated birthday to Sonic and Shadow the Hedgehogs. We all know Sonic's birthday, but for those who don't know, Shadow's official birthday is June 19th.

Warning: Surprise character near the end. Please don't kill me for it…

Disclaimer: If I owned them, then 4KIDS wouldn't have fucked up Sonic X by editing the death scenes, Sonic and Shadow would be brothers (or at least, an official couple *shifty eyes*), Shadow would have been in Unleashed as well, and Dark Gaia would have never taken away the Werehog form. *insert angry face here*

Wake up in a dream
Frozen fear
All your hands on me
I can't scream
I can't scream
I can't escape the twisted way you think of me
I feel you in my dreams and I don't sleep [ever and ever]
I don't sleep [ever and ever]

Snow White Queen- Evanescence

Chapter 4

Yellow eyes opened slowly. The bleak, white walls nearly made him shut his eyes, but he didn't.

A moment later, the memories of what happened earlier rushed back to him.

Out of habit, he immediately blamed Shadow for everything. 'None of this would have happened if the little bitch would've just paid attention!' he inwardly seethed.

His ears twitched when he heard a soft whimper, and the sound of sheets rustling.

Speaking of his insolent slave…

Looking over at the next bed, the first thing he noticed was that, much to his disgust, Shadow was being held by Sonic. The second thing he noticed, which made him smirk, was that the boy was caught in the thresholds of a nightmare and Sonic was in too deep of a sleep to notice.

"No, no, no, please…no more, please…" Shadow whispered as he started to thrash around.

Werehog would have done something to shut him up, if the brat hadn't woken himself up a minute later by falling onto the floor; the impact hard enough to jolt him out of his stupor.

Shadow was visibly shaking. He was gasping rapidly, yet at the same time, he was breathing rapidly to try and calm his racing heartbeat. His eyes were wide and glazed over, yet filled with terror.

Werehog idly wondered what the nightmare was about, but decided to worry about it later. 'For now, it's time for some punishment…'

"Slave," he called, softly yet harshly.

Shadow flinched, but immediately got up and walked over to him; eyes trained to the floor, ears pressed against his head, tail tucked between his legs. "Yes, Master?" he asked quietly.

Werehog quickly stretched his uninjured arm to the door to close it, before pulling out the whip. "Don't make a sound."

Shadow nodded, and then bit down on his lower lip, wincing at the sting of the first lash, the second, third…

On and on it went.

For the majority of an hour, Werehog continued to whip him.

For his part, Shadow didn't dare make a sound. He simply bit his lip until it bled. Even then, he continued to bite it.

He knew why he was being punished. His transgression from earlier; not paying attention to what his Master was saying. He knew he deserved this.

Still, the pain was distracting him from having thoughts about the nightmare he had, which, ironically, had been about the first day of his "training" to become the worthless fuck toy that he was today. His first punishment with the whip…the first time he had been fucked…

He shook his head slightly to rid himself of those thoughts. There was no need to dwell on it.

CRACK!

A whimper escaped his throat before he could stop it.

Werehog growled softly; the only warning he gave before he harshly backhanded the boy. "I thought I said to not make a sound!" he hissed. He then grabbed Shadow by his quills, which would be similar to grabbing a human by their hair, and lifted him up.

It didn't require much effort to do so; although Shadow had grown in the past ten years, the sheer amount of abuse he had suffered caused his growth to be stunted. If Sonic were in his hedgehog form, Shadow would only come up to his stomach, were he to stand upwards like all the other anthros.

Werehog didn't care; it only ensured that he could pin him down to sodomize him.

Watching the blood drip to the floor, he knew that, despite the immense pain, his slave was trying his best to not struggle in his grasp. He smirked; he'd trained the brat well.

Still, it was best that no evidence was left. He dropped Shadow, ignoring the yelp that followed. "Clean this mess up," he said, indicating the blood splatters. "I don't care how, just do it. Now." He punctuated the word with another lash.

Or, he would have, if Sonic hadn't chosen that moment to wake up, see the whip swishing through the air, and grab it before it could land on Shadow's body.

Unfortunately for him, in that same moment, the rays of the rising sun beamed upon him, transforming Sonic back into his normal hedgehog form.

'Of all the lousy times for this to happen…'

Shadow just stared, more images, the rest of his lost memories, rushing to the front of his mind. Although he winced at the stabbing pains in his head, he looked back and forth between Sonic and Werehog, unsure of what to do.

Werehog, sensing his slave's hesitation, glared at him, growling warningly.

Sonic, deciding to take advantage of the distraction, pulled hard on the whip, yanking Werehog forward, and then kneed him in the face, resulting in a bloody nose.

In fury, Werehog grabbed Sonic by the throat and slammed him against the wall, choking him. "You sodding-!"

"Don't hurt him!" The words practically flew out of Shadow's mouth; he couldn't help it, although he hadn't meant to say it aloud.

Werehog, however, tightened his grip on Sonic's throat, cutting off all air. Sonic was stubborn as ever, kicking at his bandaged stomach in an attempt to escape the choking. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't end his life…"

Shadow bit his lip again, this time out of nervousness. "W-Well, um…if…if you used to…be a part of him, then…wouldn't it still be killing yourself in a way?" He had obviously struggled slightly to speak normally.

Werehog noticed this, and he also sensed the logic behind the boy's reasoning. 'Damn it, he's right…we may be separated, but we are still connected…and as much as I don't want to admit it, Sonic is my only real competition over the little bitch.'

Reluctantly, he let go. Sonic fell to the floor, rubbing his throat and glaring at Werehog.

Shadow felt immense relief now that Sonic was free. Without thinking, he launched himself at Sonic, wrapping his arms around him. "Papa…" he whispered.

Sonic smiled, placing a hand on Shadow's back, careful of the painful welts.

Werehog narrowed his eyes in disgust and disapproval, but he didn't do anything about it.

As his eyes trailed over the scarred body, Sonic felt a chilling pierce in his heart when he saw the old bite mark on Shadow's neck. He glared at Werehog again. "You marked him?"

Shadow flinched. He knew what Sonic was referring to.

Werehog rolled his eyes. "Obviously. How else was I supposed to officially make him my little fuck toy? Besides, it was a good thing I did; otherwise GUN would've done something."

Shadow went pale, shivering at the mention of GUN.

Feeling the tremors, Sonic had to force himself to remain calm. It didn't stop him from mentally cursing at Werehog.

Werehog also noticed his slave's trembling. He growled softly.

Shadow tensed, fearing that his Master would punish him. He braced himself for the pain.

He nearly yelped when he was lifted up again, though this time by the scruff. Instinct told him to try and fight, but it was only due to the years of conditioning that he remained still.

"Let him go, Werehog!" Sonic made a move to stand, but froze when Werehog placed a claw to Shadow's throat.

Werehog smirked before turning his attention to his toy. A new plan was forming in his mind, so he asked, "Do you want to stay with him?"

Surprised by the question, Shadow wasn't sure how to answer. After a few seconds, he hesitantly nodded.

Sonic narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "What's the catch, Werehog?"

"I'm making a deal, similar to the one I gave the runt all those years ago."

Shadow's eyes widened as he remembered what the terms were for that deal.

Upon seeing the younger's reaction, Sonic narrowed his eyes further. He had a hunch that the "deal" had threatened him in some way in order to get Shadow to agree to it. "What sorta deal do you have in mind?"

"I'll let the little bitch stay with you…as long as there aren't any objections to me coming by whenever I want for a few fucks. You don't agree, then I'll just take him back with me, and I'll make sure you never see him again."

Sonic felt a heavy weight in his stomach. 'How the hell did he get so conniving?' He objected to the deal itself, but if agreeing to it was the only way he'd get his pup back…He sighed heavily. "Fine."

Despite flashing a feral and rather lecherous grin, Werehog decided he'd have his fun later. After giving the mark on the boy's neck a long lick, he literally threw him at Sonic's feet before rolling up the whip, giving his former host a mock salute, and leaping through the window, shattering the glass.

Startled by the loud crash, Shadow flinched, whimpering, before glancing at the broken window.

The majority of his mind wanted to follow his Master. However, that same majority knew he couldn't, not when he was finally back with Sonic…and it would technically count as disobeying.

Sonic could hardly stand seeing his pup look so lost and confused. Shadow would likely heal physically, but since Werehog was free to come by whenever he wished, he would probably never recover emotionally and psychologically.

Shadow curled up slightly, reopening the welts on his back, but he didn't care. He deserved any and all pain…

'Monster.'

'If you hadn't been created, she wouldn't have died.'

'It's all your fault.'

Those were the main things he would be told when he was with GUN.

Shadow couldn't stop himself from letting out a strangled whimper. Nor could he prevent the tears from flowing.

He curled up even further.

While trying to clear his thoughts, Shadow started to realize he was being held. He was further surprised when he felt something wet drop onto his head. The familiar scent of salt told him it was a teardrop.

Due to the mental link they had, Sonic had unintentionally felt the emotional pain the ebony mass of fur had gone through, had heard GUN's words…

'Shadow…'

Carefully, the azure hedgehog scooped up the juvenile and pulled him into a gentle embrace, wishing there was some way he could ease his sufferings.

'I should've protected him better…'

Guilt settled into his heart, for it was rare that Sonic, as a hero, failed to protect anyone; a lone tear trailed down the peach colored muzzle and dripped down onto Shadow's forehead.

Emitting a soft whimper of confusion and worry, Shadow lifted his head up slightly to peek at Sonic. He was about to ask if something was wrong, about to call Sonic by the familiar moniker when he realized it was too informal. Since he was merely an Omega and Sonic was technically his Alpha again, he needed to show the cobalt 'hog the upmost respect. He searched his mind for the correct term, frowning slightly.

Finally, after a minute, it came to him. Glancing back up, he whispered, "Chichiue?"

Jolted out of his reverie, Sonic accidentally tightened his grip around the youngling, not only putting pressure onto Shadow's wounds, but also reminding him of the many times Werehog pinned him to the ground, making him whimper in both pain and fear.

Instantly, Sonic loosened his grip significantly. "Ah, sorry, pup. I was just…distracted."

Shivering slightly, it took a few minutes for the boy to gather enough courage to speak again. "Why is…Why is Chichiue sad?"

Emerald eyes widened in surprise at the title. Then Sonic remembered what Werehog had shouted when Shadow had gone into a rage.

'Enough, Omega!'

It hadn't occurred to him at the time that Werehog had actually forced the low pack ranking onto the juvenile.

Shadow was getting apprehensive as Sonic stayed silent. Thinking he had offended him, he looked away, lowering his ears. "Sorry…"

Sonic sighed a bit, about to place a hand atop his pup's head, but deciding against it, as it would heighten Shadow's anxiety. "It's okay, pup, I guess I'm just used to you calling me 'Papa' that I didn't expect to be called anything more…formal."

Sonic then realized just how much time he had lost, all because of Werehog…

Sensing the other's distress, Shadow hesitantly, yet instinctively leaned against Sonic's chest, proving that not only did he trust his father figure, but Werehog and GUN hadn't completely broken him.

Sonic smiled at the small act of trust. "Tell you what. I'll say why I was distracted…if you tell me everything that happened after Werehog became free." Seeing the boy tense, he quickly added, "You don't have to say it now, or all at once. Just whenever you feel like you can trust me enough to tell."

Black furred ears pricked up slightly. It didn't sound like an order…However, Shadow wasn't sure if he wanted to… "Why?" He flinched, thinking he would be punished for questioning the decision of an Alpha, but when no harm came to him, he relaxed.

"It's not good to keep these kinds of things a secret. Always tell someone when there is something bothering you, so they can help you," Sonic answered.

Sorrow flickered in Shadow's ruby eyes. He was silent for a few seconds before whispering, "Master never liked to hear complaining…"

Although feeling a stab of anger, Sonic pushed it down. As much as he'd like to make it so Werehog would never come near his pup again, he knew that wasn't possible.

"He's not here, Shadow. He won't know."

Shadow snapped his head up in shock. "Chichiue won't tell?"

Sonic noticed that Shadow's manner of speech was similar to when he had first started learning. He could tell it wasn't entirely third person, however, and Shadow wasn't lisping the way a toddler would.

'We'll have to do something about that…' he thought.

"Course I won't tell. I won't tell anyone what you say. I promise."

Shadow wanted to believe Sonic…but there was a part of him that doubted the hedgehog's words. After all…Sonic had promised to protect him no matter what, right? So why hadn't he? Why hadn't he come out of the coma sooner?

Sonic could practically feel the mistrust and – dare he think it? – betrayal rolling off Shadow in waves. He flinched as he recalled the last time Shadow had felt those emotions towards him. "Shadow…" he sighed. "I'm sorry, alright? I just hadn't realized how much time I lost…Believe me, if I had woken up sooner, the first thing I would've done is take you away from that bastard."

Most of the negative feelings dissolved, but Shadow still had some doubts. "How can…?" he trailed off, not knowing how to word his question.

"How can you be sure that I'll keep my word?" Sonic finished for him.

The red streaked youth nodded.

"If I wasn't one to keep my word, do you think I would have defended you from Werehog today? Or those other times, for that matter?"

Shadow thought about it. There was some truth behind the words. Sonic could have chosen to ignore everything that happened…and yet he hadn't.

Slowly, he looked back up at his father figure, though he avoided eye contact. There was confusion and apprehension in his ruby eyes, but also a glimmer of trust.

Both were shocked when an unknown voice spoke. "So, the old man just left you here…"

Turning towards the sound, Sonic suddenly felt as though ice was flooding through his body instead of blood, while Shadow was filled with immense confusion, shock, and fear.

There, next to the window, was a young Werepup. The fur coloring was the same as Werehog's, and of course Sonic's at night, only slightly darker, and the eyes were a bright shade of gold with small flecks of red. The quills were a bit of a mix; half of them curved downwards like Sonic's/Werehog's and the other half pointed upwards like Shadow's.

"Yo. I'm Shiro."

Sonic was the first to find his voice. "I'm gonna kill that bastard…"

Startlingly, Shiro's eyes darkened in color. "You're not the only one…I've seen what that son of a bitch has done. He may be my father biologically, but I will only acknowledge that. He isn't deserving of anything else."

Sonic had raised a brow at the pup's use of language, but didn't comment on it. He understood the intense resentment he had towards Werehog.

As Shiro started to calm down, his eyes went back to normal. "I bet you want to know why I'm here…" He focused his gaze on Shadow. "Did you ever wonder how you got that long scar on your stomach?"

Shadow's eyes widened. He hadn't given it much thought, but he had wondered where that scar had come from. He didn't remember ever receiving it…He nodded.

"That would be GUN's work…I believe about two years ago you were in their…'care' for about 7 months, right?"

Shadow frowned. He couldn't remember much about GUN at that point in time…it was all a haze.

Seeing the confusion, Shiro decided to explain. "You don't remember because they had you drugged the entire time so you wouldn't remember. I never found out why…but, anyway, when they discovered you were…expecting, they decided to cut me out and lock me away somewhere in the lower levels of the base, keeping me alive with nutrients and the occasional rat."

"How do you know all that they did?" Sonic asked.

"I may have attacked one of the guards and made him give me access to their files…Can't believe they kept records of everything that they did to him…That was a few days before that time period was up, and I had managed to sneak out of the room they had me in. I also tracked down where you were," he looked over at Shadow again. "And stayed hidden nearby. Once that bastard came for you, I followed, making sure no one saw me."

"How did you manage to survive out there?" was Sonic's next question.

Shiro shrugged. "Wasn't that hard. I would watch him whenever he hunted and then mimic him. When I wasn't doing that, I would…watch what he was doing. I didn't want him knowing I existed, so I never interfered. I made sure I was out of sight, stayed quiet, and masked my scent so I wouldn't be detected."

Sonic was stunned. To think that someone so young could remain in hiding for so long, just by using mimicry, survival instincts, and sheer intelligence…

The pup seemed to hesitate before speaking again. "There was another reason I would watch…I figured that, if I could exist, then…there was the chance I could have siblings. It seems selfish, yeah, but seeing as I really had no interaction with others…I waited to see if there would be others…but there weren't. I haven't figured out why…" As he growled softly out of frustration, Shiro's eyes darkened again.

Shadow tilted his head, thinking. Although he couldn't remember that one stay with GUN, he did recall that, before he had been sent to them that time, he had been made to…enjoy one of the fuckings. He blushed slightly at the memory, though mainly from shame.

He swallowed nervously. "…I-I…think I know…wh-why it h-happened…" he stammered softly.

Sonic wasn't sure if he wanted to hear the reason, but he knew that by telling at least one part of his ordeal, it would be a small step in Shadow's recovery.

Shiro, on the other hand, looked almost eager to learn something. "What? What is it? What do you know?" He was almost bouncing up and down from his excitement.

"He won't be able to say anything if you keep badgering him," Sonic rebuked, slightly amused at the pup's antics.

It was either from the light scolding, or he realized how foolish he was acting, but Shiro visibly calmed down. "Right. Sorry."

They both waited for Shadow to start speaking.

"I…I know I-I don't r-remember that one time…with them, but…a f-few days before that…he…f-fucked me like usual, only…he…h-he…" Shadow whimpered, too ashamed to go on.

Sensing this, Sonic instantly realized what had happened. "He made you enjoy it…"

Shiro's eyes lit up with understanding. "Of course…by making your body react positively to it, it would have made you…um, receptive…I think the seasons would have also had something to do with it. I assume it was early spring when it happened, as the leaves were changing to signal the arrival of autumn…The question is, did he know what it would result in?"

"I don't think we should ask, seeing as it'll make him suspicious."

Shadow was barely paying attention to the conversation. He was trying to the memories at bay.

He shuddered as bile rose up his throat. He couldn't have liked it. Shouldn't have.

He wasn't aware at first of the new pain sensations from his own claws slicing his skin. Didn't hear the concerned yells.

It wasn't until Shadow felt smaller paws on his body that he opened his eyes.

Shiro had a hunch as to what caused his…'mother' to suddenly start attacking himself. He also knew that Sonic would unintentionally make things worse by grabbing Shadow's wrists no matter how gentle he was trying to be.

'Given how deep those wounds look, they need to be taken care of first,' he thought. Unsure of what to do next, Shiro decided to focus his thoughts on Sonic. What he hadn't revealed was that he had followed Werehog here, keeping out of sight. He knew about the connection Sonic used to have to that bastard. 'They used to be the same person…so in a way, that would also make Sonic my Father…however, he is also Mother's Father…so, would that also make him my Grandfather?'

He wanted to solve this puzzle, wanting to know exactly what his relationship with Sonic was.

Although, judging by what he had observed, he had to admit he wouldn't mind if the blue hedgie acknowledged him as a second son. It would also mean he would gain a sibling in Shadow.

He wouldn't bring the topic up until they were out of here, though.

Sonic started to wonder just where the staff-

CLICK!

"!"

Eyes widening in panic at the thought of being discovered by anyone else, Shiro dove under one of the beds, his dark fur helping him camouflage.

Sonic and Shadow hadn't noticed this; they were both wary of who was coming in. Sonic was relieved slightly to see that it was the cat from earlier. Shadow's gaze, however, was drawn to a familiar looking bottle.

His whole body went rigid, and he backed away a few inches.

'Nonononono…not that, please not that…'

Rubbing alcohol…ever since Shadow's wounds has been doused in that dreaded liquid years earlier, his nerves had become extremely sensitive to it. A single drop to any of his wounds would feel as though he was being burned with a white-hot flame.

Sometimes after a lashing, his Master would use that vile stuff as extra punishment…and because the pain was bad enough to make him cry, he would have to endure even more punishment for crying.

Shiro, sensing the fear, felt the urge to attack the source of the terror, but he resisted it. 'Doing so will only ensure my being discovered…and it would attract unnecessary attention.'

As the amber-eyed cat looked around, she quickly figured out what had occurred in her absence. She didn't know all that had happened, of course, but she would find out.

Sonic was trying to calm Shadow down, but in the end, he simply scooped him up and carried him over. Predictably, the smaller male didn't struggle, although he was trembling. "Sorry about this, Shadow. It'll be over quickly."

Shadow whimpered. "Chichiue…"

As the bottle was opened, and the scent of its contents saturated the air, he tried to hide himself in Sonic's arms.

Sonic watched as the female cat semi-coated a cotton ball with the antiseptic.

The soft cotton ball had just made contact with the first wound when Shadow yelped and reflexively tried to move away from the horrible burning sensation. When he realized this, however, he instantly went completely still.

Of course, he would still whimper and flinch every time a wound was cleaned.

Sonic was aware of the sharp claws digging into his skin, but he didn't mind it. He knew that this was necessary, even if Shadow didn't think so.

Shadow didn't even need the pain to start the flow of tears; the memories and fear were enough. He tensed when he noticed this, and immediately braced himself for the beating to start.

Instead of more pain, he felt…bandages? 'What…Oh, right. Master left…Master can't punish anymore. But, Master will still…' he shivered slightly, before wiping away a few stray tears and taking a few deep breaths to calm down.

Forcing himself out of his thoughts yet again, Shadow realized that Sonic and the doctor were out in the hallway, discussing something, while he was left sitting on the bed. Although curious, he didn't want to get caught eavesdropping, so he scurried off the bed, wincing as the pain intensified, and ended up joining Shiro under the bed.

Shiro was a bit surprised at this, but he didn't show it. He hesitated for a moment, then- "Brother…Wouldn't it have been easier to simply tell them why you were so terrified? The pain could have been avoided…"

Shadow shivered again, shaking his head. "Can't avoid punishment…only leads to more…"

Bright gold eyes darkened for a fraction of a second before returning to normal. He knew why Shadow was referring to it as a punishment; he'd seen what Werehog would do… "You do know it wasn't a punishment…don't you?"

Shadow wasn't sure how to answer, so he said nothing.

Sensing that the ebony male wasn't able to answer, the pup looked away, mentally berating himself. 'Stupid question. Of course he thinks it was a punishment. What reason does he have to not think that way?'

Suddenly, there was another CLICK! as the door closed. Shadow tensed again before crawling out from under the bed, his body posture submissive and slightly fearful. He didn't care about the current pain; he was worried that there would be more punishment.

Shiro, knowing it would just be the three of them for now, also came out of hiding.

Sonic sighed slightly. "Okay, there's good news, and bad news. The bad news is that I had to, well, tell her everything. I had to improvise when I talked about you, Shi," he added when Shiro was about to protest. "I said that you were the result of one of an experiment where GUN combined Werehog's DNA with Shadow's."

Shiro thought about this information for a minute before nodding. "Acceptable. It will be more believable than the truth…What's the good news?"

"The good news is that we can get out of here whenever we want…Of course, since she knows about that deal Werehog made, we'll have to come back here once he leaves again."

Shadow flinched a little, biting his lip in nervousness. "Have to?"

"I know a few things about patching somebody up, from all the battles I got into. So, you don't have to worry about that. Anything worse and then we'll come back here as a last resort, alright?"

Shadow obviously didn't want to come back at all, and although he trusted his father figure…

He would have to make sure he didn't do anything to earn a punishment from his Master.

Both Sonic and Shiro looked over at Shadow in concern when he stayed silent.

Even though they wondered what was going through his mind, they both knew that questioning him wouldn't help.

After a few minutes, Sonic thought of something. "Y'know…we never did finish that trip of ours, pup. Whaddya say we get back to it once we're outta here?"

Shiro tilted his head slightly. "What trip?"

"I had planned to travel around with him and see the world, explore the different cultures and all that. We didn't get very far, though, since Werehog decided to take matters into his own hands…"

Shadow blinked, just now remembering about that. He also remembered that if he hadn't been so damn curious and followed Sonic that very night, he probably would've never had that first encounter with his Master…

Shiro looked thoughtful. "That would be…interesting. Since we will be travelling overseas, there is also a chance it would ensure that he doesn't track us down so easily."

"Don't count on it, puppy."

All three occupants of the room swiveled their heads to see Werehog leaning on the windowsill, almost casually.

When Werehog had been on his way back to the forest, he had gotten the urge to look back at the window he broke through. When he did so, he saw a small figure climb in. Intrigued, he decided to see what was happening, and climbed back up to the window, digging his claws into the side to keep from sliding back to the ground. He didn't even care that the actions made his injured shoulder protest.

Imagine his surprise when he found out about Shiro. Now, some people would think that, given all he had done to Shadow, Werehog would be a horrible father. They would be right. Werehog didn't have any idea on how to be a good father, and he wasn't about to try and learn.

Although he was miffed at the way his offspring had addressed him, he hadn't wanted to do anything about it at that moment. No, he was going to wait until he had the perfect opportunity to deal with the boy's disrespect. He was, however, almost impressed at how he managed to remain hidden all this time. He grinned when he realized what had caused Shiro to be born. 'So, he wants siblings…? Hmph, too bad. If insolent brats are the result of me allowing the little bitch to enjoy being fucked, then why should I bother repeating it?'

When he had caught the scent of his fuck toy's blood, his mood worsened slightly. Shadow wasn't allowed to punish himself…although he had never had a real reason to forbid it. 'I should allow it just this once…but I won't,' Werehog added in afterthought, hearing the piercing yelp, he knew the wounds were being tended to. Werehog smirked to himself. 'Serves him right.'

After a few minutes passed with nothing happening, he was about to make himself known, but then his former host had to cut in yet again…At the mention of those three traveling, Werehog decided now was the time to say something. No one would keep him away from his slave.

Now, seeing the shock on Sonic's face, the fear on Shadow's, and the mix of horror and resentment on Shiro's, Werehog knew he had picked the right time to intervene.

Shiro growled softly. 'Shit…how did he find out?' he thought. "What are you doing here, bastard?"

In a flash, Werehog had him pinned, and was twisting one of his arms behind him. "If I were you, I'd be more respectful, puppy. After all, I am your father."

Shiro snarled, "In blood only! That's more than you even deserve, after all you've done. As for respect…you have to give respect in order to earn it. And really, there is no way in hell you'll ever earn respect from me."

Werehog bared his fangs, twisting Shiro's arm even further.

Shiro didn't give any indication that he was in pain, not wanting to give Werehog the satisfaction.

Shadow lowered his ears. Instinct was telling him to protect the pup, but years of training taught him to never interfere with whatever Werehog was doing. He whined.

"Let him go, Werehog."

Yellow eyes glared over at Sonic. "This doesn't concern you, so stay out of it!"

"I say it does concern me. Technically Shiro technically is mine as well as yours."

Shiro looked over at the cobalt hedgehog. 'What is he…?'

Sonic continued. "Instead of arguing about this, why not let him decide who he wants as his father?"

Werehog growled, but eventually nodded. "Fine. It doesn't matter either way, since this won't affect our deal."

With that statement, Werehog leered at Shadow, who shivered. Then, he let Shiro up.

The smaller pup glared hatefully at Werehog, eyes flickering red before forcing himself to calm down.

He obviously picked Sonic, but, instead of saying so right away, he pretended to think on it for several minutes.

Finally, he stood up and wordlessly walked over to Sonic, who was giving Werehog a 'Ha! I win!' grin.

Rolling his eyes, Werehog turned his attention to his slave, who instantly flinched and went into a submissive crouch.

'While I'm here, I might as well have some fun…' Werehog thought, leering at Shadow.

Seeing the look, Shiro's hackles raised in anger. Sonic's hand grasping his shoulder was the only thing keeping him from lunging forward.

"Don't, Shi…It's part of the deal we made."

Shiro huffed similarly to an angry, pouting child, which, at that moment, he had every right to act as such.

"Get over here."

Instantly, obediently, Shadow walked over to Werehog. He knew, from the look his Master had given him, what was about to happen. He just hoped he didn't have to-

"Say it."

Shadow tensed, eyes widening as he went pale.

Shiro glowered at Werehog with extreme loathing. He'd nearly forgotten about this.

Sonic had a weight of unease pooling in his stomach.

After glancing at the other two for a brief moment, Shadow whimpered nervously, but dutifully recited the familiar phrase.

"M-Master, your…your toy w-would…would like t-to be…"

Or, he tried to recite it. Why was he having so much trouble with it now?

Werehog growled before shoving Shadow onto the ground, making his slave whimper in pain as the impact jarred his injuries. "Say it, you worthless bitch!"

Although worried that he wouldn't be able to complete the phrase if he spoke aloud, it was the only way his Master would accept it, so Shadow took a deep breath, and then started again, though he spoke softer than he normally did, it was barely a whisper; he hoped that neither Sonic nor Shiro would hear.

"Master, your toy would like to be fucked. Will you please fuck him?"

Sonic's quills raised in anger, as a dark aura surrounded him. The only thing keeping Dark Super from completely taking over was Sonic's will.

He wasn't about to risk a complete rampage that would most likely end the lives of innocents.

'Then again, Werehog isn't exactly an innocent…Maybe I could- No. It's too risky,' the hedgehog thought, shaking his head vigorously as he shoved Dark Super's influence back to the recesses of his mind.

He happened to look back over at Werehog just in time to see him grin and ram his hardened member into Shadow's abused ass, causing the juvenile to grimace in pain, as well as turn his head away slightly as if trying to hide his shame.

It was one of those situations where one wanted to look away, but they just couldn't.

As he continued to watch, Sonic noticed that, despite the fact that Shadow had his face hidden, there was the brief gleam of a tear falling.

Shiro saw it too, and his anger towards Werehog started rising again; his eyes now practically glowing a dark, bloody red.

Unfortunately, Werehog either caught the salty scent of that tear, or heard the soft drip as it landed on the tile. It didn't matter how he knew, however, for he harshly cuffed the side of his slave's head before speeding up his thrusts, the burning friction adding to the pain Shadow was feeling.

The dark-furred male whimpered so quietly, not even Werehog heard it.

'No more…'

That thought stunned Shadow so much, that he wasn't aware of his Master releasing in him.

'No more.'

A small burst of defiance sparked in Shadow's heart, his claws twitching a bit as he felt Werehog nipping at his neck.

It was when he felt Werehog pull out partially that he realized he was about to be fucked again in front of Sonic and Shiro. Unable to bear the thought, he subconsciously started to build up his Chaos Energy, which had been nearly completely dormant all these years.

"No more!" Shadow yelled, unleashing a mild Chaos Blast, which threw Werehog off of him. There was a soft CRACK! as Werehog's head made impact with the wall, effectively knocking him out.

Sonic couldn't help letting out a low whistle, which reminded Shadow of his and Shiro's presence.

Although filled with shame due to the fact that they had seen…he knew that there was the chance it would happen again with them around.

There was nothing that could be done about it.

T.B.C.

Okay, that was probably a bad place to end, but this chapter was long enough as it is. I had been planning to end it at 10 pages, and somehow it doubled into 20.

So, how many of you liked Shiro? He'll play a role in this, I swear. If there is any confusion about his past, let me know in a review or PM, and I'll explain.

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