*screams as I rise from the floor and throw a pillow* have some devious zonourge! again, I'll admit, probably not as good as the others, but I reeeeeeally wanted to try more of a "devious Scourge".

so have him be incredibly manipulative and calculating to our favorite zone cop.

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In the slightly cool room of a back office within the zone prison, the officer sitting at the desk was dully staring at the ceiling.

The soft indents of bags just beginning to form beneath his eyes.

The usual quiet of his office desk did nothing to stop the whirling thoughts within his mind. Quietly, he rubbed the base of his eyes with a sigh.

Recently, the warden increased the workload of filing onto him and his team. Leaving them desk bound and without some form of action for weeks.

The isolation and loss of what "freedom" he had on the job made him feel uneasy. Almost agitated when he couldn't move.

There was only so much stationary things he could do before going stir crazy.

With a grumble, he grabbed the visor he placed on his desk and slid it on. Quickly standing up as he made it his mission to breathe air from the outside of his office.

Maybe even get some form of action in doing rounds. Anything would do.

Closing his door and walking down the hall, Zonic made a slight face as he was assaulted with various gross scents from the inmates and officers alike.

Perhaps the air in his office was slightly better.

With a grumble, he walked towards the main catwalk of the high security prison. Passing a few officers on his way.

He could've sworn he heard them go quiet as he did so.

His body heated up in anger briefly, knowing they were likely talking about the incident that happened days prior.

It occurred with one of the most high maintenance prisoners of the prison.

The prisoner known as the anti-Sonic, had got into a scuffle which lead to a few guards pulling five prisoners away from the male.

Though the guards with him only heard a yelp and snarl, Zonic remembered how the other dug his teeth into his shoulder and grasped at him so tightly.

While the prisoners involved were dragged away for punishment, Zonic felt a buzz go through his body while he watched how the other stared at him with such a hungry look while he was pulled away.

He didn't know why it made him shiver so much. Or why it constantly seemed to crawl back into his thoughts.

Unfortunately for him, he found himself grasping roughly at the healing bite mark. A small rush shooting through his body. Making a light pink hit his cheeks quickly as he gasped. His knees buckling slightly and making him grasp the rail before he toppled to the floor.

Regaining his composure as a light trip on the catwalk, Zonic swallowed thickly as he continued his way to solitary confinement.

He felt as if his legs had a mind of their own as he walked.

Ignoring the stares from the other guards, he turned sharply and began to go down the staircase to the lower levels.

The emeralds glazed over as he caught the faint scent of smoke and spice.

Following it to a key, Zonic only paused when he came to a locked door. Hastily punching in the code, he slid into the underground holding area.

After the door clicked shut, he seemed to move faster as he passed the flat and closed off doors.

The scent slammed into him as he slid to a stop at a door. The only small opening within the door showed darkness from the poorly lit room.

"What did you do to me?," he asked, his emeralds blurred by anger and something else.

A soft chuckle came from within the cell," Come on babe...You know what I did~ After all, you were the one who dragged me in here roughly~," the slightly raspy voice purred. Zonic felt his hands clench into fists as he lowly growled.

"Now, now. I told you one in private little boy blue…," the voice neared, an obvious smirk in his tone. "I ain't going down without a fight...or alone for that matter.," he said, Zonic freezing as a hand slid through the open grate to touch his cheek.

Despite the voice of reason screaming in his head, the blue zone cop felt himself melt into the touch. Craving the warmth with a tiny groan.

The male on the other side seemed to chuckle. "So perfect...you're secretly submissive...," a pair of bright blues peeked through the grate.

"Wonderful~," he rumbled, Zonic's knees shaking as the hand trailed to grasp at the bite mark on his shoulder.

"If you really want to know what I did...I can tell you.," the other mused, making rough circles into the mark beneath the shirt while the other buckled and collapsed against the door panting.

His cheeks a light with a bright red.

"Well, every mobain, no matter the zone, always goes through the mandatory heat cycle yearly.," he drawled, almost lazily leaning against the door while the other clung to stay upright. "We can resist of course, but once you know all the right places to hit…," he chuckled," You're like putty in the palm of my hand~," he grinned, the azure male giving a weak glare as he barely contained a sound.

"Which is why you likely came down here….following instinct to be near the one who marked you," he chuckled darkly. "Kind of helps when you're technically the same hedgehog, just from different worlds."

Zonic felt a haze go over his mind as a finger hit a point beneath his chin, making him shiver and slide against the door with a soft sound.

Scourge silently watched, his hackles rising slightly at the sight as he felt a heat grow within him.

No. Not now.

He forced the grin to stay on his features," Now, now. Will you be a good boy and let me out?," he cooed, his hand sliding downward on his neck and back up slowly. Drawing the other to the door with a submissive look.

"I'll give you a reward~," he murmured softly, his grin coming in full force as the door clicked open.

Quietly, the slightly taller green male walked out. Grinning madly as the other gasped for air on his knees. He somehow lost all feeling in his legs.

"Now, now. We're not done yet~," he said, his slightly rough peach hand forcing the heated male to look up at him. "You're going to get my shit and take it home with me..," he said, smirking at the hazy green irises.

A small nod was all that came in response.

The next morning, the prison was on lockdown. The most dangerous criminal loose and one of their top zone cops left tied to a water pipe.

When asked, he seemed to have a flurry of emotions wash over his features. Yet the only response he gave was a quiet," I hope we catch him again."