Archive of Our Own ^beta

Chapter Text

🇩​​🇮​​🇷​​🇹​​🇾​ ​🇱​​🇦​​🇺​​🇳​​🇩​​🇷​​🇾​

“Every defeat - is a victory in itself.” – Francisco Maturana García

Sonic hated soccer, despised it even - and part of him couldn’t help but think the universe was well aware of that fact. He wasn’t the type to truly believe that the universe was a conscious entity, one that sent omens and premonitions to forewarn of dire portents that were on the horizon - however that belief was waning further with every drip that landed on his shoulders.

The time of year was largely irrelevant in the matter, as even in the height of summer, Westpolis High’s home games were always met with rainfall whenever the blue hedgehog happened to be watching from the stands. The sky loomed threateningly over the pitch, framing it with haphazard splatters of dull blues and oppressive greys, the darkened clouds littered across the image releasing a steady downpour seemingly in time with the referee blowing the starting whistle. By half time, the grass beneath each player's studded boots had become so bogged that it offered no friction against them, so the footwork his mother always seemed to praise became less of an intricate dance, and more of a battle against nature, against the universe - and against God.

It wasn’t that Sonic hated sports entirely, in fact quite the opposite was true, he just loathed the idea of wading up and down a soggy soccer pitch surrounded by folks he wouldn’t even grace with a smile - all whilst chasing a half deflated ball. Track was more to his taste, so much so that he’d been lovingly coined as ‘The Blue Blur’ by his teammates due to his pristine record throughout his high school career so far. The track he ran upon promoted stability irrespective of the weather, Sonic didn’t need to worry about slipping, he didn’t need to pay attention to his opponents - he just needed to run. There was something about the wind in his quills and the piercing burn in his shins that never failed to release him from the clutches of his own mind - even if only for a few short moments - ridding it of every graphic image and frighteningly realistic noise that it somehow managed to conjure despite his lack of indulgence.

He hated sitting still, that’s when things got far too loud - harder to push away,

The atmosphere in the stands had been undeniably tense today despite the erratic energy charging up and down the pitch, the parents dotted around him chewing on their gloved fingers with frustration in between the useless heckles that their kids probably couldn’t even hear over the disgusting wet noises squelching out from beneath their feet. It was no secret that this season had been a bad one, evident in the fact they’d only won a single game since it began - and yet Sonic, who had no interest or knowledge in the game at all.. refused to fight against the overwhelming urge to go and watch them lose.

The azure couldn’t even pretend he understood the intricacies of the game, something as simple as the offside rule refused to stick in his brain for longer than it took someone to explain it - however even to someone such as himself, it was painfully obvious as to why they were constantly losing as of late. Westopolis, up until the start of his sophomore year, were a team that was feared by neighbouring schools - their defence was strong, their attackers were nothing short of feral, however even the strongest chain will snap if it dons a weak link.. and oh boy, there most certainly was a weak link.

Number nine, it was always him that fucked everything up.

They say the worst thing a striker can do is miss, and miss he did - constantly. No matter how many perfect openings he had, and no matter how ferociously his teammates fought to maintain it - number nine would always stall on the penalty line with the tip of his right foot tucked against the ball. His fiercely bright eyes would dart between all four corners of the goal as though he had all the time in the damn world, his plan of attack churning in his head so loudly that even Sonic could hear it, however no such attack ever came. 

Not from him, anyway.

The pressure always got the better of number nine, which was a shame, really. He had perfect control over his body, effortlessly swerving around other players whilst dribbling the ball as if he was simply born to play soccer - however what number nine had in skill, he lacked in confidence. He thought too deeply, playing out each and every possible scenario in his head - like the angle of his foot against the ball and where it would land if he kicked it, or the positions of his teammates - all whilst being hyperaware of a certain pair of eyes locked on him from the stands. His failure was predictable at this point, today had been absolutely no different - number nine had stalled, and before he even had the opportunity to extend his leg as if to kick the ball, he was tackled over by an echidna easily twice his size. Sonic couldn’t help but watch as the ebony hedgehog was jostled backwards, his feet uselessly scrambling beneath him in an attempt to keep himself upright, fighting against the inevitable fall that eventually found him flat on his back with his striped quills splayed messily behind his head.

Sonic had no idea what happened elsewhere on the pitch after that.

Greens remained on number nine, the player's breaths coming out in ragged shudders beneath his soiled red jersey. Nobody even bothered to help him up, probably because they had come to the same conclusion that Sonic had; that number nine was nothing but a shit stain on an otherwise pristine team. He ended up regaining his composure eventually, groans rumbling from somewhere deep in his chest as he flipped himself over, and planted his hands onto the muddy grass to support himself whilst he clambered up to his feet. Sonic couldn’t help but notice the way Shadow’s uniform was flush against his body, showing off the perfect curve of his ass and his teasingly narrow waist, or the way the solid muscles moved beneath the silky black fur covering his legs each time he braced them.

Everything about the way Shadow moved was obscene, as if he was putting on some kind of twisted show to draw Sonic further into a world that he had no right to be a part of. The blue hedgehog couldn’t get the images out of his head after the fact, the ones of Shadow helplessly laying there with his muddy quills framing the pained expression on his face, his chest heaving up and down in torn bursts as if he was being brutally fucked into by Sonic’s painfully hard cock. Sonic wouldn’t be gentle, he couldn’t - each snap of his hips drawing more of those pretty groans from Shadow’s throat, the smell of mud and stale sweat further filling his open mouth with each deep inhale he sucked in between thrusts.

“Fuck— Shads.. c’mon..”

Shadow’s shorts always managed to ruck up into the crease of his groin when he fell, he never even attempted to fix them, it was like he was inviting the blue hedgehog to stare at the forbidden fruit nestled between his thighs, the same fruit that Sonic had been yearning to peel apart and suck the juices out of for as long as he could remember. The fruit wasn’t forbidden for the simple reason that Shadow was a fucking loser, nor because it had been bestowed with poison by a witch lurking in a far away forest - but because the tree that bared such a fruit, had also bared Sonic.

Shadow wasn’t just the quiet loser from school, he was Sonic’s brother.. his twin brother.

Sonic clenched his fist tighter, his entire arm aching from the speed of his movements, blue hips bucking upward in time with each one as he imagined burying himself into his brother’s unclaimed, virgin insides. He was choking on his own open mouthed moans, subconsciously hitching them in his chest as if to keep in the taste of Shadow’s week-old, dirty soccer jersey that he was holding firmly against his mouth, and the distinct scent of the ebony hedgehog’s bed sheets that he was currently entangled in. Blue ears were flush against his head, green eyes screwed almost painfully tight as he imagined how pretty Shadow would look coming undone on the end of his cock, the cutest flush of red flaring under the fur on his cheeks as a string of whines and pleas fell from his mouth. Shadow would try to keep his face neutral at first, he would try to deny how glorious Sonic felt thrusting in and out of him - but in the end, he would give in to the same desires that had been clouding his brother’s vision for years. 

The blue hedgehog growled with frustration, he was flirting with the line and yet unable to cross it, his cock growing angrier in his hand with every sharp fuck of his fist. He had tried so many times to scare the perverse thoughts from his own mind, to scare Shadow away by humiliating him in front of their entire grade - and yet nothing seemed to work. The pained look on his brother’s face each time they fought in the hallways shot a jolt of sickening heat down into Sonic’s sheath, his mind contorting the image into one in which Shadow was scowling to accommodate the girth as Sonic pressed the head of his shaft into his tight cunt. He couldn’t help but imagine the sounds that would fill his triangular ears as he tore his brother apart, the vehement protests that would eventually dissolve into the same groans that rang out across the soccer field whenever Shadow found himself in the position Sonic couldn’t help but believe he belonged in - flat on his back, gasping for air like a spent hooker in an alleyway.

Click!

The soft click of the front door as someone closed it behind them caused Sonic’s ears to prick upwards, pulling him away from the edge he hadn’t quite reached - the edge that was becoming increasingly harder to advance upon with every day that he denied himself what he craved. The blue hedgehog unfurled his bare hand from around his shaft and snapped his eyes back open, his ears flickering in time with each thud of a distinct pair of shoes against the hardwood floors downstairs. Shadow’s strides were much longer than their mothers, rhythmic - methodical, each one carrying an elegant poise that never wavered, even under the oppressive gaze of the bullies that tortured him.

Sonic found it so fucking irritating.

The azure carefully rose from his brother's bed, caring not for the disheveled state of the comforter, nor the jersey he dumped upon it as he pulled up the sweatpants that had pooled around his ankles, and tucked his hard cock into his waistband. He raised onto the tips of his toes, creeping across the bedroom and peeking his head around the doorframe. Shadow continued to pad around the kitchen, his duffel bag falling to the ground with a thump, the house keys that had gone unused jingling against the counter as he placed them down.

“Sonic,” The ebony hedgehog shouted, his tone frustrated and roughened in a way that Sonic couldn’t help but find ridiculously sexy, “you here?!” 

Sonic took a deep breath, grounding himself, readying himself. “Yeah! Sup?”

“You left the door open again, is mom home?”

“No..” The short word came out as sharp as a knife on the end of his wet tongue, its tone low, laced with a realisation that his brother certainly hadn’t heard. Shadow’s question felt loaded in Sonic’s warped mind, an unspoken implication of the game they dared not play, the boundary that the blue hedgehog had dared not cross.

Was he really considering this? 

His eyes met the photograph at the end of the hallway instinctively - perhaps it was the tiny, logical part of his brain attempting to him make realise that everything about this was fucking wrong. Sonic had never really offered their middle school graduation photo a second look before now, but he remembered the day it was taken as though it was only yesterday. The image was innocent enough - the pair of them were smiling at their mom behind the camera, holding little rolls of paper sealed with a piece of yellow ribbon in their gloved hands. He peeled himself from the doorframe and inched closer to it, glassy eyes narrowing upon the fingers curled around his adolescent waist, whilst his own free hand disappeared somewhere behind his brother's back. Their cheeks were almost touching, their false smiles pulled taut until the photo was snapped - and they both walked off the tiny stage, each of their footsteps perfectly in sync with the other. Shadow’s hand had remained settled on his waist as they walked, only falling away once their mother pulled them both into her arms.

It’s like Shadow was hiding something from her.

Sonic’s cock wept against his stomach, needy and hot, the ebbing tides of his self restraint retreating further from the sound part of his mind as he reminisced on all of the touches that had been stolen from him, the warm invitations into the same room he now found himself sneaking into when nobody was home that he had declined - and the fleeting glances that had been ingrained into each crease littered across his brain. His legs began moving without a hint of hesitation, carrying him down the same flight of stairs that would deliver him into the unfathomable depths of his temptation. 

Shadow knitted his brows together, inhaling sharply through his nose when Sonic’s clumsy footsteps ceased somewhere behind him. Dark ears twitched in time with each rugged breath balking out of Sonic’s open mouth - the ebony hedgehog could practically feel his brother’s eyes burning a perfectly circular hole into the back of his head, those same eyes that had followed his every move and thus distracted him on the pitch during every single match he’d played this year.

Sonic had been staring at him a lot lately.

Shadow continued to fiddle with the cuff of his glove, prising the soiled fabric from where it had glued itself to the fur on his wrist, “Must you breathe so loudly?” he mumbled, “I’m trying to thin—“

The blue hedgehog didn’t allow Shadow to finish his sentence, he thoughtlessly charged forwards, green eyes glassed over and bloodshot, flaring with intent. He thrusted his hands straight out in front of him as he advanced - his bare palms quickly meeting the backs of Shadow’s shoulders in a sharp movement that jostled the ebony hedgehog flush against the counter, something halfway between a grunt and a groan escaping Shadow’s lungs as the air was expelled out of them from the force of it. 

“Ugh- Sonny!” Shadow tried to step backwards, but was quickly stopped by his brother’s strong legs planted directly behind his own, his knees digging into the backs of dark thighs as a wordless warning to stay still. A tendril of unease curled its way up Shadow’s spine, his quills puffing out slightly behind him - even for Sonic, this was odd. “Chaos du- move!” His ear twitched again as the azure chuckled against the back of it, his shuddering chest pressing heavily between Shadow’s shoulder blades - leaving him caged. All he could think to do was squirm, huffing and growling under his breath as he fruitlessly flailed his arms backwards in an attempt to dislodge the blue hedgehog, until his wrists were ensnared by Sonic’s bare hands, and pinned against the cupboard above his head. “What are y-?”

“Move those hands, and I’ll tell everyone on that soccer team what you really are...” Sonic purred, “… we both know everyone will believe me, and they’ll never believe a loser like you.” The threat caused Shadow to wilt beneath him, silently submitting as he had in so many of their fist fights over the years - this fight however, would be like none they had ever fought before. Sonic tested the waters by removing his left hand from where it was grasped around his brother’s own, smiling to himself when Shadow’s stayed glued against the cupboard as instructed. He moved it downwards with deliberate slowness, snaking it around Shadow’s slender waist and closing the minuscule gap that he’d left between them. The ebony hedgehog went rigid from the gentle touch, the muscles on his abdomen tightening so violently that Sonic could feel it through the airy fabric of his jersey. “And to answer your question, no - mommy isn’t home—“ The blue hedgehog snarled, his other hand - still slightly sticky from the pre he had smeared up and down his own shaft, shot downwards in a blur, cupping aggressively over Shadow’s open mouth. “—and you’re driving me fucking insane, Shads.”

Shadow could feel his chest tightening, his shallow breaths picking up speed and being shot back down his throat thanks to the firm grip on his face. He suddenly felt so small, so powerless - Sonic always made him feel small, the eyes that exuded confidence were like inky emerald pools of radioactive poison seeping through the back of his skull and latching onto his brain. Shadow tried to push back again, tried to displace the taller male oppressing every inch of his body - but every movement was met with one in return. He could feel his brother’s pelvis pushing against him, but his muddled brain couldn’t quite grip onto its implications at that moment. Words attempted to wiggle their way through the panic, but with each noise, the grip became tighter, the world around him closing further and further in until the only colour that existed - was blue.

Shadow hated feeling small.

“Stop fighting me.” Sonic had never seen his brother crack quite like this, as quickly as this, he revelled in the ebony hedgehog’s fear, leaning further against his trembling body and smirking at the feeling of it vibrating against his cock. Sonic’s arm began to move again, the fingers he had curled around Shadow’s waist flowing down to tease the hem of his jersey, venturing beneath it to splay across the dark fur on his abdomen. Sonic ran his fingers through it for a fleeting moment, delighting in the feeling of the ebony hedgehog’s strong muscles quivering beneath his paw pads as they travelled further down. “I’m not g’nna hurt y-you Shads.. I just need..” 

That’s when he felt it, painfully hard, heavy and hot against his lower back. Shadow gasped against his brother’s hand, the tendril of unease menacingly twisting its way back down his spine to make way for the rush of unadulterated terror that soon followed it. He hated crying, and yet he couldn’t fight back the flood that began pooling on his waterline and streaming down onto his muzzle - this had to be another one of Sonic’s jokes, his sick fucking jokes. His heart was galloping in his chest so ferociously that he could hear the blood rushing past his eardrums - everything was too loud, much too confusing. As though Sonic could simply sense his need for something more clear, the hand came away from Shadow’s face, disappearing somewhere behind him to—

Oh.

Bile churned in his gut, burning all the way up into his open mouth - Shadow attempted to curl in on himself, his head falling forwards to rest between his extended arms, red eyes screwing ever tighter in the hopes Sonic would see sense and walk away. Shadow’s mind was so loud and yet so painfully quiet, the screams within it were muffled, reverberating from a blackened corner - begging the ebony hedgehog to just do something, anything. It pleaded with him to use the power he knew he harboured to release himself from the clutches of his biggest bully - and yet he remained, his lean body trembling in Sonic’s tight hold. His mouth opened, humiliated sobs catching right at the back of it, he wanted to shout, he really wanted to.. but all he could do was whimper. “S-sonny.. please, don’t do this..”

Sonic giggled - happy and featherlight, the tips of his fingers finally breaching beyond the waistband of his brother’s shorts. Shadow yipped under the blue hedgehog when his fingers grazed the tip of his slit, the pretty little noise sending a bolt of electricity straight down to Sonic’s cock. “We all have secrets, Shadow. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if yours got out? Women serve in the military now after all, I’m sure you being a total freak of nature won’t be a huge deal.”

His muscles were burning like wet fire from the violence of his tremors, but that didn’t dissuade Shadow from shaking his head, “N-no, no, ple- you can’t they- you’ll-“

“There’s no need to be so scared, Shads..” Sonic whispered, moving his hand upwards and away from the ebony hedgehog’s slit. His fingers flirted with the waistband for a moment, drawing out more of those humiliated little whines from the back of Shadow’s mouth - until he gripped the fabric into his fist and pulled, leaving the shorts to pool around his twin’s ankles. “..just do as I say, and nothing will change - okay?”

The question was punctuated by Sonic pressing something hard between his legs and rubbing it against his slit - Shadow was sobbing now, childlike and unrestrained, floods of tears continuing to cascade down his muzzle and drip off the tip of his chin. 

“Youcan’tyoucan’tyoucan’tyoucan’t..” 

The ebony hedgehog craned his neck to the side, his eyes briefly locking with Sonic’s before he snapped them away, there was nothing familiar, nothing mobian about whatever it was that was behind him. Shadow couldn’t help but sniffle, his nose immediately flooding with the same scent that had grounded him from the moment they were both pulled from their mother’s abdomen as he did so. Now however, the scent was putrid, lingering in the back of his throat to the point he wretched from the taste alone. It continued to bleed out of the blue hedgehog, his twin brother, the same blue hedgehog he once thought of as a built-in best friend, and the only one he trusted with his secrets. The final shreds of such feelings had disintegrated now, completely and utterly, because Sonic was nothing short of a monster in a mobian meat suit, one with blown pupils and saliva bubbling in the corners of his mouth as he snapped his hips back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

Shadow felt a hand on his cheek, gentle and kind, wiping the wet streaks on his muzzle away. He leaned into the touch, he couldn’t help himself - his mind latched onto it, dragging him away from each disgusting bout of friction against his body, and into his mother’s arms. Shadow loved his mom - their mom, she worked so hard, she fought even harder after their dad left to always make sure their house was warm, and their tummies were full. Sonic was too much of an airhead to understand the gravity of her sacrifices, and Shadow could only imagine the look on her face if she walked into the house at that moment - it would ruin her. She couldn’t find out about this, Shadow would endure this forever to protect his mom, their mom - from the knowledge that she had single-handedly raised a blue-furred beast.

Shadow hated feeling small.
He hated Sonic.
He loved his mom.
Anything for her.

Sonic shouldn’t have felt so aroused by the fact Shadow was sobbing, choking on the thick saliva he kept sniffing into his windpipe - but he did, he really did. The pathetic little noises Shadow made were doing absolutely monstrous things to the last scrap of his self restraint - they were so much hotter than any of the over exaggerated moans he’d heard in porn, or from the girls he’d drunkenly fucked at the house parties Scourge had dragged him to over summer break. Listening to his brother weeping like an infant from the other side of a bolted door after an argument at school never failed to wind the coil in Sonic’s belly - but it paled in comparison to feeling the way Shadow’s lungs were rattling beneath his ribcage as he cried. 

Each tear that dribbled down the back of Sonic’s hand and pooled between his fingers as he wiped at Shadow’s face, just made the azure want to push his luck - to take it further. Sonic reduced the snapping of his hips down to an agonisingly slow grind as his hand dropped from Shadow’s muzzle, the softness of his movements betrayed by the blackened smirk marring his face that the ebony hedgehog couldn’t see. He gently curled his fingers around one of Shadow’s striped quills, before clenching his fist as tight as he possibly could until he heard his brother yelp from the taut pull. “Put your hands on the counter, Shads.”

Shadow’s face was scrunched, blotched and red beneath his fur - Sonic’s tone was as smooth as melted chocolate, sweet and warm until the gravity of their implications settled at the bottom of his stomach, further igniting the nausea already plaguing him. The slit between his legs felt completely revolting, sticky and hot in the worst possible way - his arms burned from holding them up for what felt like hours, so Shadow did what he was told, whimpering under his breath all the while. The ebony hedgehog’s movements were slow and steady, his palms remaining stiff as though Sonic had a gun to his head, gradually tilting forward until they were flat against the counter. “Sonny p-please.. W-why? You can’t—”

Sonic could though, he could do whatever he fucking wanted. He jostled Shadow’s head to the side in one sharp movement, emerald locking with the tear-filled corners of crimson for a split second before the blue hedgehog extended his arm, the side of his brother's head swiftly meeting the counter between where he’d placed his gloved hands with an audible smack! 

The crying got louder again, and Sonic grinned - his cock bobbing on its own accord between Shadow’s soft thighs. He tried to reclaim his hand from where it had found purchase in Shadow’s quills, releasing the pressure slightly only to be met by the subtle lift of his brother’s head beneath his bare fingers. Sonic growled from behind his gritted teeth, increasing the pressure again with each and every silent protest - until he felt Shadow go completely lax beneath him. “See? I told you there was no use fighting..” The azure cooed, his thrusts picking up speed once more, “..This will only hurt if you tense up again, can you stay like this for me, Shads?”

There was that voice again, the sweet one that Sonic always spoke with in front of mom, the same one he used to talk himself out of whatever incident report or bad grade he brought home on a crumpled piece of paper. Shadow couldn’t even find it in himself to be angry, instead his mind was all consumed by overwhelming dread - dread that was much more intense than any he’d felt before a soccer match, or when he’d lock eyes with Sonic and his cronies at the corner of the quad during lunch break.

He could feel the tip of his brother’s cock slipping between the shameful folds that had emerged against his own will, occasionally kissing the bundle of nerves at the top of his slit that Shadow hadn’t even so much as touched by himself before. He hated that it felt good, he hated that his fingers curled further and further into his palm with each impact. Shadow craned his neck again, red eyes meeting Sonic’s own, so terribly blown out that the emerald within them was almost completely gone. He tried not to stutter in between his sobs, he tried to speak clearly - just in case his twin brother was still conscious and breathing somewhere within his shell. “Can you h-hold my hand?” He sniffed, lifting his left hand from the counter and scrunching his fingers in a grabbing motion, “You can do what-whatever you want, just please..”

Sonic eyed the appendage that was presented to him, and the way it continued to rattle even as Shadow tried his best to keep it still. He wasn’t stupid, he knew this was Shadow attempting to tug on the last, pitiful string of his mobian decency, to try and force him to battle through the murky, corruptive lust that was mercilessly encasing his mind.. but it was far, far too late for such a thing.

He’d been so good up until now, so careful, he’d never left a trace, he hadn’t been caught in Shadow’s room even once—

He deserved this.

The offering gave the blue hedgehog more leverage in their battle than he knew what to do with. Shadow had not only accepted what Sonic was doing, but practically fucking told him to do it - all whilst begging to hold his hand like some kind of pathetic slattern with nothing better to do than be fucked against a counter by his own brother. Sonic leaned over Shadow until his rhythmic panting disturbed the fur atop of his head, his hand trailing upwards so he could interlock his fingers with the ebony hedgehog’s own. “Whatever I want?” Sonic smirked, “I’ll hold you to that~”

Shadow had aced enough biology classes to know what Sonic’s intentions were from here forward, the assumption only further solidified by the subtle pull back and readjustment behind him that only ended when the tip of his brother’s cock came to rest against his hole - thick and insistent - threatening. He tried to tune it out, his mind wandering down a wordless path filled with nothing but screeching wind and blood splatters, the ground caked in the ashen remains of the boy he was when he woke up this morning. The blue hedgehog was somehow everywhere all at once, an arachnid with seemingly endless furry limbs that scoured and scratched at every inch of Shadow’s body as though he was merely a prize he had claimed. Shadow prayed, perhaps for the first time ever - for his skin to lose all feeling so he wouldn’t have to feel Sonic’s sweaty, dirty body pressed against him any longer.

God didn’t answer though.. so maybe he didn’t exist at all. 

The sheer force of each beat from Shadow’s heart was so all consuming that he kept forgetting how to breathe, the instinct only finding him again when a sharp twist of white static began to dance behind his sealed eyelids, taunting him to follow it - to submit to the pull. The ebony hedgehog couldn’t find it in himself to feel remotely guilty about how hard he clenched his fist around Sonic’s fingers, using it as some kind of twisted anchor as every inch of his body wound tighter and tighter as if to brace for an impact he was ridiculously ill prepared for. 

His head was empty, focused entirely on the feeling of his tip pressed against Shadow’s pussy - it was so hot, wet in a way he couldn’t have even dreamed of, cracking and sparking like the last remnants of a campfire, begging to be reignited by fuel or finally put out of its misery. Sonic couldn’t deny himself any longer, a possessive growl escaped him as he snapped his hips forward with reckless abandon, forcing his cock beyond Shadow’s pretty, unclaimed ring. It was an extremely tight squeeze, white hot and perfectly painful around him, and Sonic could only grin at the thought of how much worse it must have been for Shadow. He heard a strangled cry bleed out from beneath him as if he’d spoken the thought aloud, a pathetic, beautiful sound that only fuelled Sonic to fuck himself further in until their hips met. Shadow continued to clench and writhe with all of his might in an attempt to push him out, but of course the ebony hedgehog lost that battle in the end, much like he failed at everything else. “Chaos Shadow.. fuck—“ This is the closest he’d been to blowing his load in weeks, to the point that if he were in anybody else’s company - he’d feel embarrassed by it. Sonic’s hips ceased any and all movement whilst he adjusted to the silky wetness surrounding him, inhaling deeply through his nose to reclaim the breaths that had been snatched from his chest. “D-do you know why I’m so.. mean to you?”

Shadow’s right glove looked as though it had been decorated with stray pieces of muddy garland, frayed and torn from the pressure of his own claws puncturing his palms as Sonic’s cock carved a path within him. His jaw was clenched solid, the stress of it threatening to shatter his teeth into ivory shrapnel behind his sealed lips. It felt as though he was being ripped in two - eaten alive, the intrusion impossibly heavy inside him, foreign and wrong. Silent tears continued to track down his face, each sob that was desperate to bark out of him remained trapped behind his incisors, perhaps for his own good. Sonic’s words and shuddering breaths coiled within the fur on the top of his head, weaving a path through each tuft of onyx until it reached his triangular ears. Shadow growled despite himself, caring not for the consequences of his actions - of course he knew why Sonic was so mean, so callus and horrible and disgusting..

It was because he was evil, right down to the rotten marrow in his bones.

Sonic breathed out a laugh through his snout, hooded greens locking with the side of Shadow’s tear-stained face, his smirk only darkening further with each subtle wince and pained little growl the ebony hedgehog couldn’t help but let slip. Sonic paid the obvious attempt at provocation no mind as he lifted his upper body from where it was pressed against Shadow’s back, dragging their locked hands up with him with little care for the way Shadow’s arm twisted and extended to accommodate the distance. His shaft remained fully seated inside his brother’s cunt, needy and begging for the friction Sonic was desperate to give it. “I’m mean to you because you’re absolutely terrifying, Shadow.” 

Dark ears pricked at that, a lick of confusion igniting somewhere in the back of his mind until it was carelessly snuffed out by Sonic drawing his hips back. No amount of growling and crying could ever express just how painful the feeling was, he doubted he would ever forget it, how each searing bout of friction inside his pussy sent a jolt of agony into his abdomen. It was as though Sonic was pulling out his insides, clenching each organ in his mucky fist and tugging until Shadow was nothing but a puddle of blood and fur dumped in the middle of the kitchen floor. He heard a moan rumbling behind him when he tightened up again, his ears dropping back down, flat against his head as if to subconsciously shield him from it. Shadow knew what was coming next, he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, hissing from the corners of it when he chomped down hard enough to feel his own pulse humming inside of the sensitive flesh.

The blue hedgehog’s free hand clamped onto Shadow’s hip, blunted claws digging beyond the soft dark fur and into the skin beneath it. The head of his shaft was still sitting heavily within Shadow’s tight walls, beads of pre leaking from it in yet another silent, desperate plea for him to push forward. “Do you have any idea how m-many years I’ve been hold.. holding back?” Sonic rasped in between ragged, laboured breaths, his entire body shuddering slightly, “Even when you— fuck.. prance around in your skimpy fucking uniform as if you want me to do this? Shads.. I can’t—“ 

Shadow was academically intelligent, everyone knew that - however it was also common knowledge to everyone around him that in any form of social situations, he was as thick as a brick wall. With Sonic however, it was very different. They reluctantly shared an algorithm, the way they both worked whilst miles apart in execution, was identical by their mother’s design. Beneath the jagged surface there was a level of understanding, a strange predictably in each other's actions that only they could understand the full gravity of  - so the assumption he had made, whilst he truly wished it hadn’t been, was entirely, torturously correct.

Sonic wasn’t going to offer him even the tiniest slither of mercy.

The ebony hedgehog yowled when Sonic forced himself back in, every single black and red quill on his head puffing up and out when the tip of his brother’s cock knocked against his cervix. His fingers unravelled from Sonic’s own, his arm violently thrashing in a silent demand for the azure to let go - and let go he did, but not before Shadow felt the pressure from a pair of cracked lips pursing gently against his knuckles. Somehow, that made his gut twist far more than the cock currently rearranging his insides had. “S-sick.. you’re sick..”

“No matter how many times I tried Shadow, you wouldn’t just fuck off-!”

Sonic hadn’t even bothered to build up a rhythm, instead immediately slamming into Shadow’s cunt in a series of filthy, greedy movements - each one prodding at the unforgiving flames already kindled in his brother’s abdomen. The pain was excruciating, a relentless sloppy drumbeat that throbbed more violently with each strike against the Floor-Tom, forcing the bloat of his ribcage to smack repeatedly against the edge of the kitchen counter as he was jostled forwards with each one. Church bells rang in Shadow’s ears, foreboding and yet strangely comforting, drowning out every embarrassing noise that was undoubtedly falling out of him, and replacing it with a call to pray to a God he no longer believed in. The ebony hedgehog couldn’t bring himself to even consider that Sonic’s intention here was merely sex - it couldn’t be that, Sonic hated him after all. No, this was simply about power, and power only. Sonic craved the power to cause Shadow pain, the power to command his every step, and the power to dominate the person under him. 

“Sonic- please I’ll leave.. y-you alone you’ll never- ngh~!” Shadow may as well have hammered the nails into his own damn coffin, he couldn’t catch the broken moan before it slid off the end of his tongue, ricocheting off the counter and straight into Sonic’s ears. The pain was shimmering down from blazing heat to a steady burn, allowing him to finally feel the tiny shivers of want that began to prickle under his skin. His face still continued to streak with tears as it flared anew, embarrassment and shame gnawing his flesh from the inside out, “N-never have to see me ag-again..”

Shadow had moaned, stifled and torn but no less beautiful to the blue hedgehog who caused it. This was everything Sonic could have possibly imagined and more - his pace didn’t relent even as he felt the scales tipping, the weight gathering in his lower belly, ready to spill. Green eyes were locked, fixated on the image of his cock disappearing into Shadow’s pussy, the wet slapping acting as a siren’s song that only served as further encouragement to keep snapping his hips. “You feel so perfect Shads—“ Sonic breathed, “—you’re not going anywhere” 

Sonic continued to purr compliments at him, each one hitting his eardrums like cutlery scraping against a porcelain plate. His brother hadn’t offered him so much as a polite word since they were little kids, so Shadow couldn’t quite piece together why Sonic was doing it now - it didn’t make sense, nothing about it made sense, and yet he couldn’t stop his cunt clenching around the cock abusing it as if to plead for more of those strange, honeyed words. Something was building inside of him, a house of cards ready to topple from even the slightest of breezes, a feeling that he violently pushed away - he couldn’t, it was wrong, giving in to such a feeling would make him just as bad, just as dirty as Sonic. 

His iron-like grip on Shadow’s hips somehow tightened further, his breaths increasing in speed, huffing out of his aching chest in splintered bursts. Sonic wished for nothing more than to draw it out further, to breathe in the encounter until each tiny detail of it was permanently inscribed upon his lungs, but he couldn’t, he was too close, far too close. He felt Shadow clench around him, pulling him deeper into that same world he had no right to be a part of - but he now knew he could never leave it even if he tried. Sonic tilted his upper body forwards once more, just enough to maintain his grip but still feel the heat from Shadow’s body against his muzzle. “I-I’m so glad I was your first..” the blue hedgehog purred, “..my good—shit-!” The scales finally tipped from the weight of Sonic’s desire, thin ropes of come firing from the head of his cock and completely flooding Shadow’s insides. 

Shadow could feel it, sticky, hot and yet strangely soothing against his abused walls. Relief surged through him as Sonic slowed the snapping of his hips into a gentle rock, quickly followed by a downpour of utter disgust and shame that corroded the top layer of his skin like acid. His eyes were burning from how much he’d cried, his throat sore and impossibly dry from each humiliating plea he’d torn from it. Words ran through his mind quicker than he could catch them, there were so many things he wanted to say, to ask - but alas, once again all that manifested from them was a soft, defeated little whimper.

Sonic fucked his softening cock into his brother one final time before tilting his pelvis back and withdrawing his hands from Shadow’s hips. He didn’t even have time to catch his breath before he was sent stumbling a few paces backwards, the warm body pressed in front of him barrelling to the opposite side of the kitchen. The blue hedgehog pulled his sweatpants up from where the waistband had come to rest on his mid-thighs, emeralds snapping in Shadow’s direction as he did so, locking with crimson.

Chaos, Shadow looked magnificent - fucked out, tear stained, blotchy, and broken. There wasn’t even a scrap of poise still clinging to him, his entire body trembling and dampened with sweat, black fur unruly and sticking out in every which direction. Sonic couldn’t stop his train of thought before it left the station, he knew gluttony was a sin, but he really didn’t care, he just wanted more. Their mom always told him ‘you can’t make an omelet without breaking the eggs’ - well he’d broken the eggs, eaten the damn omelet and he was still starving, yearning for nothing more than to see that pained scowl on Shadow’s face to dissolve into blissful, undeniable pleasure as he watched. Sonic held their eye contact, the kitchen otherwise silent besides their ragged breaths and the occasional drip from the leaky faucet, Shadow’s waterlogged irises trembling in his head as though merely looking at his brother was painful.

It was painful.
It was so, so painful.

He readjusted his clothing, but no amount of fabric would ever help him reclaim his dignity - not now. Everything around him was tarnished, the surfaces permanently embedded with strained cries and tear stains. Shadow wrapped his arms protectively around his middle, feeling the way the muscles on his abdomen seized up under his own fingers. Their eye contact was a battle of wills, one he was determined not to lose until—

There was a key fiddling in the lock, jingling with each rhythmic twist like a blaring alarm.

“We’re not done here, Shads.” Sonic confirmed through a smirk before leaving the kitchen, his tone so dark that Shadow could practically see the blackened sludge bubbling from the corners of his mouth, “Not even close.”

The ebony hedgehog darted up the stairs at the end of the hall, choking on indignant sobs as the fur on his inner thighs grew wetter and wetter as Sonic’s spend bubbled out of him as he climbed. Shadow’s hands continued to shake as he bolted the bathroom door, sniffing panicked breaths into his nose in rapid succession that were so vulgar and loud that he barely caught his mother shouting a cheerful ‘Hello!’ as she finally entered the house. He heard Sonic reply to her, his timbre as cheerful as it always was, as if raping someone was merely an average Friday afternoon for him.

It’s like the entire world had gone completely fucking insane.

Shadow clawed his clothing off of his body piece by piece, silently wishing that it would disintegrate in his hands so he’d never have to see or wear it ever again, chucking each article off to the side with absolutely no care for if it dirtied up the crisp white towels folded neatly on top of the hamper. The ebony hedgehog swallowed thickly before gripping the waistband of his shorts, wincing as he began to pull them down - the smell hitting his nose before he could even see the source of it. Shadow retched when he pulled the soiled fabric from where it was clinging between his legs, the lining of his shorts was stained beyond saving, red and white swirled across it like marble.

There was blood - everywhere.

“We’re not done here, Shads. Not even close.”

Chapter Text

🇩​​🇮​​🇷​​🇹​​🇾​ ​🇱​​🇦​​🇺​​🇳​​🇩​​🇷​​🇾​

Shadow had lost count of how many times he’d vomited between his own legs, his body curled in on itself in the corner of the shower, streaming red eyes scrunched painfully tight so he didn’t have to watch the bile coated chunks of whatever he ate for lunch battle their way down the drain. A primal instinct ripped through him, one that silently commanded that he retch, and retch, and retch - until there wasn’t even a scrap of anything foreign left inside of his belly. Eventually though Shadow reached the end of such a road, his scleras bulging against his sealed eyelids, the sockets holding them in his skull giving around them from the pressure of dry heaving that had long since become fruitless. 

He still felt full, bursting at the seams, a heaviness sitting below the belt that made his chest constrict harder and harder the more he focused on it. Shadow couldn’t bear the thought of touching it with his hands - sick, dirty, disgusting freak - instead opting to bare down until bubbles of stomach acid popped against the back of his throat and his hips burned from the pressure. He didn’t really know when to stop, his eyelids remained sealed the entire time, daring not to peer at the smudges of red and clumps of creamy white that he was expelling from his insides. The ebony hedgehog’s jaw was locked tight, strained - mournful growls reverberating in his chest at the unbearable feeling of salt rubbing against a raw wound, and the unyielding pressure of the water that felt like a pair of selfish hands carding through his fur, and his quills, and his—

He’d usually walk into the bathroom with an arm full of products, shampoos especially formulated to thoroughly clean hedgehog quills, and different oils pressed from almonds and lavender to make his fur soft and glossy. It was a small, yet significant way he had found to build a bridge between the image in his head and the mirror he stood in front of, the body he lived in and the mind he called home. He didn’t do that today though, not after..

Shadow sighed, deep enough that he groaned when he exhaled. He cracked his left eye open barely enough to make sure the drain wasn’t clogged with vomit and blood and— that, before fully opening them, blinking somewhat sleepily as he readjusted to the harsh bathroom light. Reds darted around, locking with the crusty old bottle of tea-tree scented 3-in-1 shampoo, conditioner and lice treatment that had been sitting in the bottom of the shower since he was in elementary school. The ebony hedgehog reached for it, his sore arms protesting the movement, uselessly quivering from the cold his brain dictated he should be feeling much more drastic effects of, and yet he simply wasn’t. He tipped the bottle upside down and squeezed it with his trembling hand, a thick glob of viscous green liquid pooling into his palm, the pressure of the water coming down from above breaking it apart as he watched. Shadow brought it closer to his chest before it all ended up down the drain, the scent was crisp - almost clinical - clearing the tear-induced congestion that had settled in his sinuses almost immediately.

He remembered the last and only time they’d ever had to use this, Sonic had come home from his friends house scratching at his fur like an ape, his limbs bending and contorting to claw at the centre of his back as though he’d simply been born without any bones. Mom spent ages combing through Sonic’s fur, and then Shadow’s too just to be safe - the ebony hedgehog hadn’t flinched under her touch, each light press and gentle hold of his body as she worked made him feel safe, cared for - he found himself almost upset when she had finally pulled away. Back then he hadn’t even cared that Sonic was watching from the tub of soapy water he’d been plopped in, giggling when mom had combed between Shadow’s ears and his tail started wagging without any input. They fell asleep on the couch together that night with their limbs innocently entangled, wearing thick woolly pajamas that mom had spun in the dryer so they were toasty warm when they got dressed. They woke up the next morning in their own beds as if by magic, Shadow remembered being a little sad at the absence of a warm, snoring body beside him.

They loved each other, they were happy.

There were only so many things that water could wash away, there was only so much that scrubbing could do.. but that knowledge alone couldn’t dissuade Shadow from scrubbing at his limbs, even when the skin crawled and wept anew beneath his fur, begging him to stop.

He didn’t stop, he couldn’t stop. The very concept of time escaped him eventually, the world beyond the confines of his cell was warped and meaningless as though Satan himself had clutched the planet into his forked hands and tilted it on its axis. He could have been scrubbing at his skin for hours, it could have even been days, but Shadow didn’t care, not anymore. There was no relief to be found in pain, not the one that sat in his chest nor the one that raged like an over-fuelled furnace between his legs - he was merely a spirit inhabiting a body that no longer belonged to him, one that further burdened his broken soul with a weight it was never meant to bare. 

The ice cold water Shadow thought may balm had lost its touch a while ago, his bones were chilled until the arteries within them were frozen solid and yet his skin continued to fizzle under the weight of phantom hands, white hot and heinous. He was tied to the mortal coil by a husk that had refused to obey his orders when it mattered the most, he knew he was strong - but apparently he was still collapsible under duress of a simple threat that slipped from the forked tongue of a teenage boy, one who hoarded the very same intricate pattern of DNA as his own. 

Shadow wasn’t entirely sure when he first took hold of mortar and brick and used it to build the battlements around him, maybe it was a subconscious attempt to protect himself from the colour blue, a shade inherently royal and yet carried itself as little more than a greedy peasant - in hindsight though it had been a waste of material, it would have been either way. The same egg had settled in the same womb before being torn down the middle with no care at all for the tattered edges such an action left. One became two, the rib of the great was snapped from its cage - and that’s all Shadow was, the surprise that came out so deformed that his father couldn’t stand the sight of him.

Shadow was pretty sure he’d heard his mom shout something about water-usage from the opposite side of the door since he’d been in here, proclaiming to the universe that he was turning into him, using every drop of the hot water left in the tank without any thought for the dirty dishes that needed to be washed, nor the bubble bath she always took on a Friday night.

He wasn’t even using the hot water.

He scrubbed harder. 

¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸

The belt of Sonic’s victory sat heavily around his core, an ache - a raging hunger that continued to linger even after he’d left the kitchen. The scent of musk and trampled lavender clung to blue fur - powdery and floral - a smell he wished to never wash away so long as there was blood rushing in his veins, and air in his lungs. Triangular ears were tilted left, his foot thumping against the carpet, a physical representation of a carnal impatience to pursue a storyline Sonic yearned to know the true ending of. His first quest had been the exploitation of a weak point that had long since been established, one he undertook with a sword clasped in his hand and a snarl blemishing his face, meticulously planned for almost five rotations around the sun and yet enacted in a moment of impulse, desperation. 

He couldn’t wait any longer, a random Friday was as good a day as any.

He preyed on such a weakness, using it as nothing more than an opportunity to infiltrate Shadow’s sanctuary without learning the riddle that would open the door on his own violation. Sonic had ventured the dark corridors with no knowledge of the secrets inscribed upon the walls, nor the location of the key to the ivory cage housing the precious ruby he wished to claim for himself - all whilst leaving a blackened trail of scorch marks from the speed of his desecration.

Shadow had been nurtured upon an unsteady foundation, a seesaw that menacingly tilted between sinner and sin, a voice that hailed him as marvel, and another that proclaimed him as broken. It had made him so easy to exploit, to predict, to destroy - vulnerable to both sides but it was obvious to his brother which one he craved beneath the elegance he so falsely exuded. It was pathetically easy to make Shadow feel good, to make him smile, to make his eyes swirl with affection and tenderness from the smallest of compliments despite their naturally threatening hue. 

Sonic had chased those smiles for a while, even at his own expense, purposefully answering questions incorrectly in their shared study sessions in hopes that his brother would smile at him - a small reward for his insolence, but a reward none the less. It didn’t take long to realise however that Shadow was far too socially inept to catch on to Sonic’s genuine implications, the ones that weren’t born of brotherly love, but rather a passionate one filled with teeth and tongue and far from innocent touches. 

Sonic had sampled a taste of those touches now, just enough to moisten his tongue but a far throw from quenching his thirst. Sonic wanted to learn the stories littered across Shadow’s skin and kiss the scars they had left behind, to fall asleep with their bodies pressed together and his snout buried in the silky white fur spread across his twin brother’s perfectly flat chest. He was one step closer to achieving it now, Shadow had even quested alongside him - a common goal - although he didn’t know as such during the campaign. His brother embodied that of a raw flame, so easily snuffed out and yet his embers remained warm and ready to rekindle, a delicate flower plucked from the garden of Eden that wilted so beautifully, but refused to die even when its roots had been cruelly ripped from the sacred earth they bloomed in. 

Sonic had been building up to this very moment for years, the heartfelt conversations they used to share had become perfectly crafted insults that fractured the very surface of Shadow’s soul, Sonic had morphed the cuddles on the couch into fights in the hallways - because he had realised that a damaged creature is much easier to manipulate than one who is made whole. It will cling to any kindness it is sold, even if the hand that strikes is also the hand that feeds. 

Tonight, a gradual change of hands would be set into motion.

The sun flirted with the horizon outside of his bedroom window, the splatters of colour across the sky no longer looked childlike and haphazard - they were intentional. Rich oranges and moody purples curled around one another behind the clouds, an oil painting that told the world a tale of excitement and ambition whilst leaving the artist anonymous. Sonic stopped the tapping of his foot before walking across the room and flopping back onto his bed, a wistful sigh escaping him as his eyes fluttered shut, and his hands began to wander. 

Usually after sex Sonic felt horrible, dirty - a feeling that made him want to wax the fur off of his body strip by agonising strip, or scald his paw pads until they were scarred and numb, unable to feel. This time however; he felt none of that, Shadow had lived up to every single fantasy he had ever dared dream, and he had expected absolutely nothing less. Shadow was his other half, they were made to slot together - made for each other, the only regret the blue hedgehog harboured as his palm drifted over his sheath - was not doing it sooner. 

In spite of his praises however, Shadow had left much to be desired.

The ebony hedgehog had been selfish with his esteem, tucking his face in the crook of his arms to hide the tremor of his brow and the lax of his jaw that allowed all of those pretty little cries to bleed out from between his teeth. It had been impossible not to feel the way Shadow’s cunt clenched when Sonic had pushed him to the brink of the finish line, but Shadow had stumbled back, staved it off - denied Sonic the privilege of seeing those horrid walls around him turn to rubble. 

He could hear them cracking though, weakening with every obscene splatter against the tiled floor that Shadow had tried to drown out with the shower - but he had failed at that, obviously. Sonic could hear every sniffle and sob through the paper thin walls, the retches that would make most others grimace only fuelling the fantasies of his brother gagging on his cock, his pouch swelling further with each one. The blue hedgehog had absently counted them, it took Shadow four gags to finally vomit, and he’d vomited five times - meaning he’d gagged about twenty times with a couple added on the end for good measure. Perhaps those ones were due to the gnawing taste of cafeteria slop mixed with bile, forcing Shadow to gag even though his stomach was empty - even without the bile it tasted like complete shit, Sonic couldn’t blame him really.

Blue ears flickered when the pipes behind the drywall groaned in displeasure as the shower was cranked off. Sonic chuckled to himself, peeling his back from his unmade sheets, and slowly making his way toward the bedroom door.

He would be waiting, and Shadow would have nowhere to run.

¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸

He hated feeling small.

Shadow kept scrubbing, even after he stepped out of the shower. He was but a helpless child learning how to take care of himself without his mothers help for the very first time, how to effectively dry his body so he didn’t end up with impacted quills, or clumps of matted fur under his armpits. It was as though he’d forgotten how to exist in anything but his own self pity - loathing, the lessons taught to him had never happened, never been revised. 

It was impossible to get himself properly dry, black fur clumped together as the inflamed skin stretched beneath continued to clam with sweat in an attempt to raise his body temperature - sticky and burning hot - Shadow knew he was going to feel like shit in the morning, maybe he should have just used the damn hot water. It’s not like mom really needed a bath tonight when he thought about it, she could just as easily take one in the morning. He pinched his brow ridge with frustration after giving up and slinging the wet towel over his shoulder, inwardly hoping that when he opened his eyes he’d be in his own bed - and this entire evening had been nothing but a fever induced nightmare.

Wishful thinking, he soon realised.

The ebony hedgehog had always been a bit unnerved by his own reflection, the same rich black fur that his father donned, and the stripes of crimson that dominated his features despite none of his relatives bearing more than a single quill colour. His mom used to say he looked like a work of art, one that Chaos had illustrated to guide her toward the light she had been robbed of - but Shadow couldn’t help but wonder if it had been someone deeper down holding the brush. Shadow had always seen them more as a warning, his entire body decorated in the same way as a poisonous dart frog, a sign that he was toxic on the tongue, that he would harm no matter how delicately he was approached - so it would be better for everyone to just scare him away to save themselves the trouble. Rouge had told him he was stupid for thinking such a thing, and that even if it were true - he was ‘more than worth’ being poisoned for.

Maybe Rouge was the stupid one - not to mention fucking colourblind, maybe mom and Sonic were too - all he ever seemed to do was hurt and disappoint them, surely they had all noticed he was defective by now. Shadow wasn’t really sure why he even cared what they thought all of a sudden - he hadn’t before.. and yet the thought alone made his vision haze, his chest tightening anew.

Shadow dropped his gaze from the mirror.. he’d seen enough.

‘DO NOT INGEST’ the label read, bold and red, hard to miss and yet somehow easy to ignore. Shadow opened the bottle and held it over the sink alongside the cap that was trembling in his opposite hand, the friction offered from ridges in the plastic being the only thing keeping it between his thumb and index finger. He tilted the open bottle slightly as if to fill the cap with mouthwash in order to take a swig from it, but failed miserably when the liquid spilled messily from the head and all over his striped fingers, until a third of its contents had ended up down the drain.

What a waste.

Shadow had somehow managed to fill the cap half way - he leaned forwards to bring his lips to it in hopes of avoiding making more of a mess, but each dribble down his chin that burned like little trails of fire against his angry skin told him that he’d failed at that, too. The ebony hedgehog swung his head back without further fanfare, silently debating whether to just swill it around his mouth and spit it out, but that alone didn’t feel like enough - no amount of rinsing or gargling would make his insides feel clean. The dirt that had been forced within his husk still lingered, burrowing its way into his stomach lining, and the thin layer of muscles and membrane that made up his oesophagus. 

In the end, Shadow swallowed the mouthwash - grimacing slightly at the way it burned his throat so painfully raw that he could feel it flow right the way down into his belly.

It was ironic really, he’d never been so thoroughly cleaned, and yet had never felt quite so disgusting.

Shadow lifted the lid to the hamper, plopping his wet towel within it to hide his ruined uniform, making a mental note to come back later and throw it in the trash before mom noticed it was in there. The white towels sitting atop of it had tipped into a heaped pile on the floor when he did so - Shadow didn’t pick them up though, he merely sighed at them and walked away. Normally he would wrap the towel around his waist until he got to his bedroom, and place it neatly in his own laundry pile that he would take downstairs at precisely nine a.m every Saturday morning - but what was the point in covering up now? Modesty didn’t exist in this house anymore, it was nothing that they hadn’t all seen, all touched before. The only things still decorating Shadow’s body as he wandered into the hallway were the gold bangles on his wrists that his grandfather had gifted him - he closed the bathroom door gently behind him, wincing at the subtle ‘thump’ the action left.

He should have checked the coast was clear.. stupid stupid stupid.

“Hey Shads~” Sonic purred as he straightened himself up from where he had been leaning lazily against the wall, breathing out a sharp, condescending laugh through his nose when Shadow flinched and his quills bristled. The blue hedgehog was eerily calm, perfectly collected, innocently waiting for the bathroom in the eyes of his mother if she happened to walk by. He took a couple of steps until he was standing in the dead centre of the hallway - completely blocking Shadow’s path, his body turning slightly so they were standing face to face. 

The walls felt like they were closing in around them, squeezing the life out of Shadow’s lungs until a thick rope of black began to coil around the outer ring of his vision - unwilling to relent until he sucked a panicked breath through his mouth. He stumbled back until his quills scraped across the bathroom door, the sound causing his ears to pin back before flattening submissively against his head. Shadow’s heart leapt up into his mouth when Sonic unfurled his arms from in front of his chest, like it was trying to prepare his body for a battle that it had no intention of fighting in - point blank refusing to heed his mind’s desperate call to action. He knew he could very easily push past Sonic, run across the hall and lock his bedroom door from the inside - he knew what would happen if he didn’t, and yet his feet remained rooted in place, his vision blurring with tears once more. “Please, Son—“ 

He couldn’t even get his brother’s name out anymore without sobbing - Chaos he felt so fucking pathetic.

Sonic was smiling now, or at least trying to, each feature on his face was telling Shadow a different story - a confusing, terrifying story. His mouth was soft but his gaze was hard, drawn into a thin line, green eyes practically glowing with intention under the dim light of the hall. They swirled in a way the ebony hedgehog could only take as a taunt, a dare to disobey - a threat. He didn’t miss the way Sonic subtly tilted his head to the side, the same wordless instruction he’d use as a little kid when he was in the mood to cause mischief under their parents' noses. “N-not again.. please I’ll—“

“Oh for Chaos sake Shadow,“ The blue hedgehog whispered, soft and yet sharp in a way that made Shadow blench under his gaze. He took a step towards his brother, his arm coming upwards so bare fingers could curl around Shadow’s forearm, soft enough not to hurt him but firm enough for him to notice. “You’re being so silly.”

Shadow hated that word, it sliced through his ears like a shard of broken glass, leaving a throbbing sting in its wake that lasted far, far too long. He was being silly though, wasn’t he? Silly enough not to run, silly enough to keep crying like a baby when Sonic interlaced their fingers, and silly enough not to protest or pull away when Sonic guided him into his bedroom, and clicked the door shut behind them. He was like a shy puppy being pulled along by a rusty chain, crimson eyes were glassy and downcast, locked solely on his own bare feet as he was guided further in. 

Sonic stopped pulling eventually, releasing Shadow’s hand and bringing up both of his own to cup the ebony hedgehog’s muzzle, bare thumbs outstretching to swipe away the tears that were still dripping from his eyes. “Shads?” He whispered again, “Shhh dude c’mon, you’re gonna get us caught.”

Shadow wasn’t sure if he’d ever felt as tired as this before - aimlessly floating in a void between his wildest dreams and most painful reality, where the only colour that existed was a shade of cobalt so painfully rich that it somehow made his eyes sting more than they already were. His mind had long since determined such a shade as a threat, however in that moment its warnings were going completely unheard, all in favour of the calloused hands cradling his face that made his chest rumble. He could vaguely make out that fawn lips were moving, feeling the way each word gently ruffled the fur on his muzzle, but Shadow couldn’t hear them - he wasn’t sure he even wanted to, he’d rather delude himself in their absence.

Sonic on the other hand couldn’t believe what he was hearing.. Shadow was purring - reluctantly melting into black and red putty between the blue hedgehog’s gluttonous fingers. The tears weren’t flowing anymore, perhaps he didn’t have anything tangible left to give, reduced down to a shimmering bar of water sitting lightly on Shadow’s waterline. The ebony hedgehog’s unease was visibly dissipating the longer Sonic remained cradling his face - an invigorating case of submission that he couldn’t help but take advantage of. 

A tendril of fear licked Sonic’s spine when he heard the floorboards creek outside of his bedroom, caused by a series of short, rhythmic thumps - footsteps. The sounds drew nearer, painfully so, until they paused completely. Sonic purposefully hitched a breath in his chest as though was being listened to, the muscles in his shoulders seizing almost painfully until he heard his mom’s bedroom door being opened, and then clicking closed again shortly thereafter. Shadow was completely oblivious to her proximity, far too wrapped up in wallowing in his own shame. Sonic’s hold on his brother’s face tightened abruptly, as if he was scared his entire world would slip through his fingers and melt into the carpet. “Shadow listen-“ he hissed, red eyes immediately snapping up to meet his own, “-unless you want mom to catch us both in here naked, you gotta do what I say, yeah?”

“B-both..? S- you dragged me in— unf!—“ Shadow’s sentence was cut short when Sonic smacked their lips together, he couldn’t help but gasp from the sudden intrusion - and by Chaos he wished he hadn’t. The space the reaction left was immediately filled by his brother’s tongue, roving hungrily across every inch of his mouth as though he was looking for something Shadow knew he wouldn’t find. The taste was one he couldn’t ignore no matter how many times he tried to disappear into his own head, the mouthwash he swallowed fighting a losing battle against leftover chilli, and what he could only assume to be cigarette smoke. He tucked that knowledge away though - something told him it wouldn’t earn him any leverage anyway, it seemed like more trouble that it was worth. He made no attempt to kiss Sonic back, he didn’t want to, rather keeping his mouth completely still, the firm grip on either side of his face ensuring that his jaw remained open enough for his brother to continue his exploration, all whilst pushing an obscene amount of saliva into his mouth.

If he hadn’t already emptied the contents of his stomach, Shadow was positive he’d have vomited - a lot. “So— shtop-!”

Sonic ignored his protests, his hold remained firm, forcing them to stay connected as he took a step backwards, then another, then another - until the backs of his thighs hit the end of his bed. Shadow continued to squirm in his hands, each disapproving grumble muffled behind Sonic’s tongue unceremoniously fucking the inside his mouth. The blue hedgehog had purposefully instigated a fight he knew Shadow would lose, the smallest of actions breaking him down until he had no choice but to submit - it made the entire ordeal so much more satisfying, rewarding, a prize well earned. Sonic smiled against Shadow’s mouth when the squirming eventually stopped, silently rewarding his submission by releasing one side of his brother’s face. His now free hand came down to rest on the small of Shadow’s back - right above his tail - forcing the ebony hedgehog to follow as he abruptly plopped himself down to sit on the edge of his bed.

Shadow’s hands shot upwards from where they were hanging limply at his sides out of instinct - to protect himself from the fall - his palms flattening against his brother’s chest, clawed fingers screwing into the meat of his shoulders. Sonic hummed as though that was the right thing to do, but the praise only served to make his painfully empty stomach twist in on itself - he didn’t want this, Sonic knew that.. didn’t he? The pads on the bottom of the ebony hedgehog’s feet battled for friction against the worn down carpet, he lifted one of his legs slightly and bent his knee to further cushion the impact, the springs in the mattress groaning beneath him from the added weight. The pressure on his back increased, forcing his other leg to curl up from under him, the grip on the side of his face unrelenting, demanding.

Sonic was stringing him along like nothing but a damn puppet.

“Sit down,” the blue hedgehog purred deceptively softly as he pulled back, fine strings of saliva snapping as he disconnected their mouths, “I’d hate for you to pull a muscle and put the soccer team in a bigger sore spot than they already are.”

“N-no I’m..” Shadow whispered, the tears on his waterline all but begging to drip down onto his cheeks, “I’m not d-doing this.. again.”

“Will you stop playing hard to get? It doesn’t suit you.” Sonic bit out, increasing the pressure on Shadow’s lower back until he felt the ebony hedgehog’s muscles quiver beneath his hand from the awkward angle. “Or maybe.. you want me to find someone else?” He questioned, “That silver boy with the glasses you’re always gawking at is pretty cute.. isn’t he?”

The blue hedgehog struck a nerve, and he knew he had, smirking when Shadow growled under his breath in spite of his better judgement, “N-no, fine I’ll—“ Shadow said through gritted teeth, “just.. leave him ou—“

Sonic interrupted his brother with a scoff, “How noble of you,” he drawled, “Take a seat, Shads.”

There was a hunger in Sonic’s gaze, one that he had no choice but to take in, he couldn’t shield himself from it this time. He didn’t like being on the receiving end of such a look, not from anybody - but especially not Sonic. It sent a shiver down Shadow’s spine, his skin prickling beneath his fur in response to it, his entire body shuddering from the speed of it passing through him. The ebony hedgehog drew a shaky sigh, red eyes falling shut as if to hide from the shame of willingly submitting to the force of Sonic’s hand on his back, until he settled on his brother’s thighs - right where Sonic wanted him. 

“I forgot how pretty you are up close~” Sonic smiled, both of his hands coming to rest on the bloat of his brother’s hips, bare thumbs rubbing back and forth idly. Shadow looked so cute, the almost dumbstruck expression etched into his face betrayed by the whisper of blush on his cheeks, and the way his chest was rising and falling a little faster than usual. This was way too easy, Sonic mused to himself. “You’re perfect.”

Sonic’s entire demeanour had changed in a matter of milliseconds - soft and strangely sincere, it made Shadow feel like he had whiplash, dizzy, weird.. completely fucking insane. “Y— you can’t just say things like that.” He muttered, turning his head to the side to escape his brother’s gaze, his fingers gripping tighter. “Can you just.. get it over with?”

“I’m not in a rush, are you?” Sonic chuckled airily, taking advantage of the movement and pressing his lips against the side of Shadow’s neck that he’d been so kindly presented with, each word he breathed coiling within dark fur situated there. “This isn’t about me, Shads. I wanna make you feel good.” 

“I don’t.. I’d feel much better if you just—“ Shadow’s words died in his throat when Sonic started messily kissing his neck. There was zero hesitation in the blue hedgehog’s movements, each lap of his tongue was followed by a hot, open mouthed breath that sent strange little tingles rippling beneath Shadow’s skin. His entire body went rigid, tightening like a noose when Sonic snaked his arms around his waist to pull their torsos flush against each other, his face sizzling with embarrassment at the sound of his tail swishing back and forth behind him. He didn’t want this, his brain was screaming as such, but his body was acting completely alone, the noose slowly unravelling from the weight of his desire to chase the first positive feeling Sonic had offered him in years. Shadow never thought he would find himself leaning into the embrace of the person who caused literally all of his issues, pressing his neck further against the foul mouth that was making him feel things he’d never felt before. 

He was just as bad as Sonic, wasn’t he? It’s not like he was fighting anymore - maybe it was selfish to lose himself in the feeling, to try and enjoy his last moments on Earth before a forked hand shot up through the floor, and dragged him down to hell where he belonged. Ebony arms moved somewhat tentatively, gently wrapping around Sonic’s neck as though Shadow never wanted.. whatever it was that he was feeling to end.

The blue hedgehog pulled back a touch, as much as the arms caged around him would allow. He heard Shadow whine above him at the loss, and what a pretty little sound it was. “Does that feel good, Shads?” The question seemingly brought Shadow crashing back to reality, his arms unfurling and snapping away to hang limply once more. Sonic pulled his head back further now, enough to see the way Shadow’s eyes looked as though they were being forced open by toothpicks, staring off into space, tears finally flowing from them. Something in his heart told him he should feel guilty for making Shadow so upset - but this needed to happen, he needed his brother to know how good this could feel if he just gave in. Sonic’s hand moved upwards from Shadow’s hip to cup his muzzle, pushing gently so hooded emeralds could meet tearful crimsons. “Need a shoulder to cry on?”

“Ye- no, I need to..” Shadow could feel his mouth moving, he wasn’t sure if any words were even coming out, “D-don’t do this..”

“You’re doing so good, Shads. Just a little longer and it'll feel even better, I promise.” The blue hedgehog whispered, ”You just gotta be a good boy and sit there looking pretty. Think you can manage it?”

Shadow felt his cheeks flare anew at the compliment, but he didn’t offer a verbal reply, he just nodded hesitantly before turning his head away to stare daggers at the wall - trying to ignore the hand on his hip that was gradually moving further inward, towards.. there. He couldn’t stop himself from yelping when Sonic’s fingers dipped between his legs, gently curling as though he was looking for something, coaxing his folds from the confines of his slit. Red eyes clenched themselves shut again, his fingers screwing into the thick of his own thighs with no care for if his claws punctured the skin underneath it.

“You’re wet, Shadow~” 

Shadow gasped when Sonic’s fingers found the bundle of nerves at the top of his slit, his heart dropping like a dead weight, thumping erratically from where it landed in his abdomen. Maybe being dragged down into the fiery pits of hell wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all, he deserved to be there - because as much as he loathed to admit as such, it felt really.. really good. His upper body squirmed despite himself, overwhelmed by the sensation and ashamed at the way his pussy clenched around nothing in response to it. “F-fuck don’t be so gross Sonic I-I just got out of the shower that’s wh—“ 

“Feels nice, huh?” Sonic cooed, pulling his fingers back from the sensitive nub and smirking to himself when Shadow bucked his hips slightly as if to try and follow them. “Can you shuffle back a little for me?”

It was a simple instruction, too simple even - one he knew would continue to snowball until he was buried neck deep in an avalanche. “I um.. s-sure.” And yet for reasons he couldn’t justify - at all, Shadow found himself awkwardly shuffling back, his gaze downcast and locked on his own movements - only coming to a stop when Sonic gently tapped his knee.

“Good, remember Shadow you gotta try keep quiet, ‘kay? Hold on tight~”

“Wait, Sonic I— nmph~!” Shadow hadn’t even been offered the chance to brace himself before Sonic’s fingers shot back between his legs, rubbing fast, unforgiving circles around his clit. His body had been thrusted into overdrive, his back arching, arms helplessly fumbling for purchase until they wrapped around Sonic’s neck once more. Shadow had no idea his body was capable of reacting like this, he’d never felt so intune with it and yet terrified of what it was capable of - how such a feeling could make every logical thought about decency or rectitude dart out of his mind before he’d even fully formed them. He couldn’t bring himself to focus on anything except chasing this incredible feeling, he’d forgotten how to ask, how to speak, how to do anything besides grind his hips and moan pitifully from behind his teeth.

The sensation was so concentrated and yet he could feel it everywhere, fizzling from his groin and up into his chest as though thousands of butterflies were nesting behind his ribcage. Shadow had willingly handed himself over to his tormentor, and yet he couldn’t find itself in him to care, unable to stifle the small, broken whines that escaped him as he was pushed closer and closer to the line he’d never crossed before. Lit fireworks were threatening to explode behind his sealed eyelids - in that moment, nothing beyond the confines of Sonic’s bedroom mattered, it didn’t even fucking exist. 

Sonic had won, no doubt - no contest, he’d tackled the ball from between Shadow’s feet and shot it straight into the back of the net. Chaos, the look on his brother’s face was fucking priceless, even his fantasies hadn’t painted this gorgeous of a picture - the blue hedgehog couldn’t look away, silently hoping that if he stared long enough the image would burn itself onto his retinas so he could see it every time he closed his eyes. Despair looked so beautiful on him, more enamouring that any smile Sonic had ever tried to prise out of him - Shadow’s brows were knitting further together as he snarled through his bared teeth, a perfectly orchestrated battle between his body and his mind - that his mind was losing absolutely spectacularly. 

“Fuck- good boy Shads.. you’re almost there, let it happen-” Sonic’s pace didn’t relent in spite of the way his arm was burning, he was desperate to see Shadow come undone - however he couldn’t deny to himself any longer that his main motivator was the way his cock was throbbing. The head of his shaft was breaching from the top of his sheath, begging for attention, begging to feel Shadow’s soft walls milking him for his come as though it’s all he was born to do. Sonic planned to oblige such demands, of course he did, but Shadow didn’t need to know that right now, not that he had a choice in the matter anyway. The ebony hedgehog’s breaths were quickening above him, growing laboured, more ragged - his entire body coiling tighter and tighter before the fragile threads holding him together abruptly snapped, and he completely shattered.

What a sight it was to behold.

“Nyah-! Shit- shit- what the—“ Shadow’s quills bristled furiously behind him as he came, audibly swishing against one another as if a startled rattlesnake had snuck under the gap in the door. His cunt pulsated through the aftershocks, sending ripples of pleasure from his core and down into his limbs - gushes of liquid heat spilling out of him and into Sonic’s thighs. He felt the blue hedgehog snake his arms around his waist after a moment, pulling him into a tight embrace that he all but melted into - the spasms wracking through his spent, treacherous body eventually withering away alongside the blissful ignorance that had been encasing his mind. Nausea soon swooped in and replaced it though, dousing him like a pale of boiling water had been dumped over his head - quickly joined by shame - by dread. 

Oh no.

Shadow tried to thrash himself out of Sonic’s arms, but the blue hedgehog’s hold around his waist only tightened in response. He could feel a dry sob catch in the back of his throat, how could he have let this happen? How could he be so.. disgusting? He had to leave, he had to lock himself in his bedroom and never come out again - for everyone else’s sake. “S-Sonny I have to—“

“I knew you were a cock slut under all that bravado, was earlier on in the kitchen not enough for you?”

The question smacked the ebony hedgehog hard enough to leave a handprint across his muzzle, “W.. what no.. you said this was—“

“I know what I said,” Sonic snarled, the seductive edge to his voice gone, “You were just stupid enough to believe me—“ He knew they were being too loud now, Shadow’s back hitting the mattress so hard that the bed frame shuddered and knocked against the wall it was leaned up against - but Sonic didn’t care, he didn’t care. The ebony hedgehog tried to snap his legs closed and wriggle out from beneath him, but Sonic was faster, forcing his knees apart and roughly slotting himself between them. He didn’t care if mom heard, maybe she ought to at this point - her favourite, most perfect little Shadow writhing and growling after being given his first orgasm by his own fucking brother, “—or were you just that desperate for my cock?”

“Sonic no—” 

“Gaia’s light.. will you shut the fuck up?”

Sonic was panting erratically above him now - mocking him - the blue hedgehog’s right hand  coming away from his waist to fumble between their legs, until Shadow heard him moan. Green eyes slowly worked their way across Shadow’s trembling body before finally meeting his own reds - and that horrible look was swirling within them again, the same one that made the blood in Shadow’s veins bubble and curdle as though their shade alone was poisonous. The contact broke when the ebony hedgehog snapped his eyes upward to stare blankly at the ceiling, trying to ignore that revolting, familiar feeling of something hard swiping up and down through his wet folds. The motion was repeated a few times before it stopped, and he felt that heaviness settle against his entrance again. Sonic’s bedroom suddenly felt far too bright, as though a spotlight was being shined on his body, perforating through his skin and down into his soul, forcing him to painfully exist in the guilt and shame that was gnawing at him. 

“You deserve this, Shadow.” Sonic breathed, shallowly thrusting forwards until the head of his cock was buried in his brother’s cunt, watching every tiny detail on Shadow’s face crack as he slowly impaled him. “We.. shit- we deserve each other.” 

“I-I— I know..” He didn’t think it was possible to feel any more violated than he already did - and yet here he was. It was like the blue hedgehog had invaded his mind as well as his body, pulling out the thoughts he’d never wish to say aloud and spitting them back in his face as if they were nothing. It hurt, sweet Chaos it hurt - it felt so unnecessarily cruel, to be given such a beautiful feeling only to have it ripped away and replaced by a fat, scolding hot knife dragging against his already defiled insides. Shadow couldn’t help but squirm in his brother’s hold, craning his neck back and hissing through gritted teeth from the stretch as Sonic worked himself further in. A hot flush of utter humiliation  bled from his cheeks and up into his ears, he could feel those emerald eyes on him again, and Shadow all but cowered under the oppression of their gaze - his face screwing into a wince.  

Sonic’s composure was wearing thin, the urge to force himself down to the hilt was almost unbearable - maddening - but insanity was a minuscule price to pay for such a sin. Inch by inch he pushed forwards, his bottom lip firmly clamped in between his incisors in an attempt to suppress the pleasured groans crawling up his throat. His movements were painfully slow, and yet the sensation still didn’t seem to go on long enough - soaking in every soft ridge he grazed against, the way Shadow’s pussy convulsed around him, and the lovely, pitiful little mewls that filled his ears until was fully enveloped in his brother’s impossibly tight heat. The blue hedgehog made no attempt to draw himself back, his hips remained stilled in place, leaning against Shadow’s own. The ebony fur on his brother’s waist felt almost sticky under his hands, knotted and improperly pruned - it made Sonic grunt with distaste, everything about it felt wrong, it didn’t feel like.. Shadow. The muscles beneath it were rock solid, tense - anticipating the collision, Shadow’s hands balled into fists at either side, grasping at the sheets. Sonic smirked, “Something wrong?” 

“It fucking hurts Sonic,” Shadow growled, “can you just move?”

“Good boys ask nicely, what do you want?”

Maybe the toxicity Shadow felt as though he naturally harboured was merely leftover remnants of the unadulterated evil that flowed in Sonic's veins. Maybe Sonic was the real reason they were both broken, a case of mistaken identity that triggered the stripes to appear on Shadow’s body instead of the blue hedgehog’s own. He felt so much fuller this time, fraying at the seams - the burn was piercing, forcing him to stay grounded in the present, this horrible reality that he himself had practically begged for. Shadow just wanted it to be over, the sooner Sonic blowed his load - the sooner he could lock himself in his bedroom and pretend not to exist until Monday morning. Fuck doing the laundry, fuck Rouge, and fuck his soccer coach for holding practice on a Saturday - he wasn’t going. “I..” he whispered, “Please m-move” 

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Sonic purred as he leaned down, using his forearms for support as he pressed their chests together, and nestled his face into the crook of Shadow’s neck. He ruffled the dark fur littered across it with his nose, grimacing at the scent and yet smiling at the memory it carried, “I’ve got you baby~”

Shadow’s brain couldn’t even piece together a response to the pet-name before a groan was torn out of his lungs by Sonic drawing his hips back, and snapping them forwards again a moment later. The blue hedgehog’s pace wasn’t as erratic as last time, each thrust steady and yet firm - deliberate. Shadow’s view of the ceiling had been obscured by a field of azure, so he tried to find something else to focus on besides the feeling of Sonic’s hard cock rocking inside of him. He tried to concentrate on how sticky the sheets felt clenched in his sweaty palms, his mind attempting to drown out each bout of friction by honing in on the pain still lingering in his ribs - but then..

“Ngh.. shit—“ The switch suddenly flicked in Shadow’s head when Sonic started kissing his neck again, coaxing out shy little whines from the back of his mouth that were all but impossible to swallow. His body’s betrayal cut through him like a serrated knife, the pain it left quickly ebbing in response to the pleasant warmth Sonic’s mouth sent flooding under his skin. He felt the blue hedgehog giggle against him in between smothered moans, cocky and triumphant, the movement of Sonic’s hips growing faster, sloppier in turn. Every small distraction Shadow found was soon chased away by the pleasure and pain churning together in his belly - he hated that the pleasure was pulling ahead, he didn’t want it to.. but it was winning.

And Sonic could tell.

He hadn’t expected Shadow to crack quite so easily, his body already growing conditioned to respond in whichever way that was commanded of it, and his mind would be soon to follow. The fights, the rebellions were nice of course, they were part of the fun - part of the game, and the blue hedgehog found himself looking forward to the next time he’d have to quell such behaviour. How many times before Shadow finally crumbled however, was anybody’s guess. For now though Sonic basked in his victory, no longer sitting heavily but no less of a brutal force in his pelvis. He could feel his brother relax around him with every drag of his tongue, each push of his hips, still beautifully tight but no longer was he attempting to force him out. Shadow’s breaths were still slightly rugged against him, but much more even than they were before - a sign that his anxiety had burnt itself out, dead and ashen behind his lungs.

Shadow’s eyes had long since fallen shut, puffy and sore - he’d lost enough matches and fights in his time to know when to admit defeat. He’d stood on the pitch caked in mud enough times to know that it was in his best interest to keep a straight face, to mindlessly endure how the other team cheered and gloated before they were ushered away by their coach. It didn’t feel wrong in that moment to sink further into the mattress, to unfurl his fists from the sheets and settle them on Sonic’s waist as the blue hedgehog fucked into his heat, licking and kissing at his neck as though he wanted to burn the taste of that disgusting shampoo onto his tongue. His own lips were dry from how much he’d panted through his open mouth, those pants slowly morphing into breathy, bitten back moans when Sonic shifted on top of him in search of a better angle. It was better, Shadow hated to admit, the way his brother’s cock hit that strange spot inside him made his toes curl against the sheets, his entire brain going haywire, shutting itself off from reality, morality.

Thrums of electricity were surging through the blue hedgehog, his fur puffing outwards as it rippled towards the surface of his skin - his lithe frame trembling uncontrollably as it braced for the lightning he knew was going to strike in a matter of moments. Sonic withdrew his mouth from Shadow’s neck, gasping and growling through his gritted teeth as he slammed into the ebony hedgehog with new vigour. Silky walls flexed around him with each snap of his hips - intensifying the feeling, bringing it to the forefront until he could deny it no longer, not even for a damn second. “Shit.. Shads I—“ Sonic’s muscles seized up abruptly, the words evaporating on his roughened tongue as his cock began to pulse, releasing ropes of his spend into his brother’s pussy. He couldn’t move at first, weightlessly existing in a strange purgatory between the heavens and the Earth, purring into Shadow’s shoulder and peppering kisses under his jaw. His arms tightened around the ebony hedgehog, his trophy, his prize - allowing himself a minute to just forget.. forget they were brothers, forget how they got here - and simply exist in the afterglow.

That was until reality crept back in, dragging him back down, his aching muscles giving out from beneath him.

The blue hedgehog slumped on top of him like a dead weight, deceptively heavy and lax, panting against the side of his face in a way that made the dark flesh slither beneath his pelt. Shadow didn’t think twice before screwing his fists into the short fur on Sonic’s waist and using it as leverage to push him off to the side, freeing himself barely enough to spring to his feet and dart towards the door before his brother could even think about stopping him.

Oh Shadow.. how someone so bright could be so utterly clueless at the same time was a mystery to Sonic. He had absolutely zero desire to recapture his prey, time would take care of that all on its own - he merely watched his brother scramble away with a smirk marring his face.

He got what he wanted, after all.

“You’re welcome for the ride, Shads,” the blue hedgehog huffed from somewhere behind him, “you know where to find me~”

“Go to hell.” Shadow didn’t see the point in showering this time, he didn’t even check if the coast was clear - he just bolted out of Sonic’s bedroom, and headed straight into his own. The ebony hedgehog slammed the door behind him, tear-filled reds locking on his ruffled comforter, and the spare jersey he thought he’d left in the locker room that had been thrown on top of it. The number nine stared him in the face, like a taunt from those who believed such a number was inherently unlucky.

They were onto something, it seems.
He never wanted to wear it again,
And he never would.

Chapter Text

🇩​​🇮​​🇷​​🇹​​🇾​ ​🇱​​🇦​​🇺​​🇳​​🇩​​🇷​​🇾

3 months later.

The world had become painfully hollow, devoid of colour and tangible sounds, the winds continued to blow and yet the chill they carried refused to bless his skin - everything was empty and yet so unbelievably, painfully full. The torment of that day followed him everywhere he went as though his misfortune was his own namesake, from the blackened corners of the city where he had hoped he would never be found, and into every mirror he happened to catch himself in that only served him with a distorted reflection of his abuser in return. The memories were inescapable even when his mind surrendered to his body’s demand for rest, nightmares of calloused peach hands and piercing green eyes plagued Shadow’s every sleeping moment until he clawed himself out from the jaws of unconsciousness. His rubies would snap open to the thunderous sound of his heart galloping in his chest, and an infuriating, needy ache in his slit that made him wish he’d never woken up at all. 

Shadow was but a fool in a court with no experience in the craft, spitting the rhymes and juggling the clubs that had been manufactured through lies and deceit - all whilst his lids were scrunched shut in a feeble attempt to shield himself from the shame of it. A silent prayer not to drop them sat heavily behind his clenched jaw despite the way the muscles in his arms were scalding hot and crying out for a break, the sour taste of it skimming over the surface of his tongue and making his mouth flood with saliva. He was sick of juggling, right the way up to his back teeth, sick of playing the game Sonic had dumped him into without explaining the rules in advance - the same game that had been expertly crafted to ensure no matter how hard he tried, he would always lose. He would lose if he surrendered to the burn, to the memory, the threat - if he dropped the clubs with a clatter loud enough for the entire city to hear of his failure, and he would also lose if he kept juggling for too long, the king would simply become indifferent to his distress eventually, and shoo him away. 

He didn’t know why he was even trying anymore.

He would always lose.

Shadow was destined to lose.

The first time he was offered even a semblance of relief in the form of a bottle that Rouge had stolen from her father’s liquor cabinet, he clung to it like a cowardly lion dangling from a branch over a gorge. Little did the ebony hedgehog know though, that it would quickly snap from the weight of him, sending him tumbling down into another web of lies that he would forever be trapped in. It wasn’t Rouge’s fault he’d turned out this way, that the only time he could feel relaxed within his own entanglement was when he was so drunk he couldn’t see straight. She was just trying to help, like any good friend should - but Shadow couldn’t help but feel a pang of resentment towards her each time he awoke to a pounding headache, and a bruised throat. 

Sonic hadn’t touched him since that night in his bedroom, perhaps it would have been less painful if things had stayed how they were before, if the blue hedgehog continued to save face around their mom and act as though it never happened at all - but he didn't. Sonic refused to even look at Shadow unless he was surrounded by his cronies at school, the only words shared between them were short, venomous spits intertwined with esoterics that rattled his bones and nipped the inner corners of his eyes. The house, their home, had been thrusted into a deafening silence for almost four months, a silence so bitter that he found himself almost anywhere else in Westopolis as if to try and escape it. The obnoxious dance music that usually bled up the hall had faded into a gentle hum, Sonic didn’t knock on Shadow’s door anymore to ask to borrow his t-shirts when he’d forgotten to do his own laundry - there was simply.. nothing. 

Why did it hurt? Why did he miss it? Why did he yearn to gnaw the hot flesh off his own bones to feel closer to his other half?

Shadow’s gaze was fixed on the concrete beneath him, the outer ring of his vision rippling further the more he focused on the fractures littered across it. A pleasant buzz rang in his ears, a soft one that silenced his thoughts and yet still commanded his attention - drowning out the gravelly voices of the middle aged men surrounding him. Heavy rain bounced off the pavement to his left, his own body warm and dry thanks to the beer swilling in his gut and the bridge they were sitting under. Each pillar holding it up was covered with surprisingly intricate graffiti, haphazardly written tales of those who had been lost within the circle he now found himself a part of. 

These men weren’t his friends, he didn’t want them to be, and he refused to delude himself into thinking they wanted it either - their relationship was merely a transaction with a few bows slapped on it. Shadow would ball his fist or open his mouth, and was given a bottle to help him escape from the city, the world, and his own thoughts in return. It was nice to feel powerful, to have a thin veneer of control in regards to who had access to his body - it was something he did on his own violation instead of it being taken by force. It didn't make Shadow feel any less dirty, any less used, but at least this had never been stolen from him, it was fairly traded in an effort to help him forget how clammy and ill-kept Sonic’s fur had felt under the pads of his trembling fingers, or how horrifically empty he had felt since that day. 

Booze was a much better alternative to mouthwash.

Shadow’s hands were screwed into fists in the pockets of his pants, his claws teasing the squishy flesh on the fat of his palms. He wasn’t wearing gloves despite the social faux-pas, he didn’t need to on nights like this, he’d learned that fact well enough through finding them sticky and balled up in his pockets one too many times. Sometimes the load landed on them directly, other times he’d peel them off and wipe his mouth with them after having his throat coated by men whose real names he wasn’t even sure of - they certainly didn't know his. 

Cigarette smoke chased the petrichor into his nose, the earthy scent sullied by it, just as it had been on the evening walks he would take with his dad when he was younger. Shadow could only assume it was an attempt to bond with him, to bridge the gap that had formed without remedying the trigger - as was a common theme in his life however, it didn’t work. 

Maybe he hadn’t tried hard enough. 

The moon hung soundlessly overhead, a silent witness, her crisp light flooding down to the Earth’s surface and rippling within the puddles that had formed in the divots in the asphalt. Shadow wouldn’t usually stay out quite so late, but mom had gone away with Vanilla for the weekend, and the preying feeling of something terrible happening, as well as the way his legs felt like cooked spaghetti dangling from his pelvis had been preventing him from going home. He hated the unpredictability, even despite the passage of time it still felt as though there was risk involved whenever he and Sonic were in the house alone together. 

The ebony hedgehog craved control, from his daily itinerary right the way down to the socks on his feet, he’d always been a creature born of habit and now it was reaching a crescendo. Everything would unravel if he strayed too far from the ashen path he’d been placed on, if his grades slipped or the lies he told in regards to his whereabouts were to be discovered - or he wore Thursday’s socks on a Sunday. It would hurt everyone if they found out what a mess he had silently become, and Shadow knew first hand that no relief would come from causing so much pain, so instead he had surrendered himself to the cold embrace of emptiness. 

“Hey, Red?” 

Shadow’s ears swivelled towards the voice, something about the tone of it penetrated through the blissful haze encasing his mind, silencing the buzz and causing his skin to prickle beneath his pelt. His rubies lifted slowly from where they had been burning a hole in the ground, meeting the heterochromatic eyes that had been waiting for their arrival. The small movement caused the world to tilt, a sharp wave of nausea splashing upwards before it sloshed back down into his belly. Chaos, he’d really overdone it, his torso swaying slightly as though he was being rocked to sleep on the hull of a ship - but it wasn’t like he had to sneak around when he got home, he supposed. He didn’t care if he woke Sonic up, it was the least he deserved. 

Shadow smiled dopily at the jackal in an effort to disguise his unease, to hide just how much of a state he’d gotten himself into - and thankfully he was graced with one in return, one that was mostly soft.. but curled slightly at the edges. He didn’t even know the man’s real name, everyone else just called him ‘Zero’ - Shadow didn’t mind him all that much, he was the only one who had the decency to be gentle with him instead of rutting into his mouth so viciously that his airway felt marred afterwards. Zero always offered him the nice beer in return, not the cheap shit that had him walking dead on his feet the next day, far nicer than Shadow felt his efforts were worth, at least. “Hm..?”

“Let me walk you home sweetheart, it’s really late.”

“I- um, nopeee I’m—“ Shadow slurred, pulling his hands out of his pockets and using all of his strength to push himself up to his feet with a grunt, “—I’ll be jus’ fine I live like hic-! five minutes ‘way.”

“I really think I should walk you home.”

A hand curled around his hip, impossibly large against his adolescent frame, clutching it with enough force to drag Shadow back down to Earth no matter how hard his psyche fought against the pull. The jackals touch was scalding, it burned, the fire oozing in rhythmic pulses from the tips of Zero’s fingers, and up into the ebony hedgehogs’s ears. His chest constricted suddenly, a searing tendril wrapping around his lungs like a vice. His heart raced between the organs, overworking itself so drastically that each beat omitted a puff of black smoke that snaked up his windpipe and choked him. Shadow’s breaths were sharp and shallow - panicked, each one he mustered flooding his nose with the scent of tea-tree, and smoke, a̴n̵d̶ ̶v̷o̸m̸i̴t̴—̵. He could see the world but it felt out of reach, as if the rainfall that was now falling upon him was washing it away, a showerhead that tried and failed to drown out his choked sobs, and the retches ripping from his throat. Why was Zero trying to guide him the wrong way? Why was he wearing a blue shirt..? Shadow hated it, he hated that colour it was just like— 

The ebony hedgehog’s arms sprung outwards, clumsy and yet harsh enough for Zero to take a step back with nothing short of an amused grin on his muzzle. 

“—M’ not a kid ,” Shadow spat, “get.. get away from me!”

Maybe he was running, maybe he was stumbling, Shadow didn’t know, nor did he care - he knew Zero wouldn’t be stupid enough to follow him. Fury was bleeding from his eyes and down onto his cheeks before he could think to stop it, his body being supported only by the wall he was dragging himself against. The brick and mortar scraped against his arm, his skin beneath the sleeve of his jacket growing more aggravated with each step - but the last thing he needed was to fall flat on his face in the middle of the night less than a block away from his house. His teeth were bared and his limbs were shaking as though he was wounded - and it was, in a sense. The pain was entirely enclosed within Shadow’s skull - his mind, with every uncoordinated step that carried him closer to his tormentor, the pressure behind his eyes increased, the tears tracking faster, burning hotter. 

Shadow couldn’t look at someone without wondering how they tasted anymore, how bitter they would be on his tongue, or how heavy their flesh would feel clutched in his palm - dirty, disgusting - how could Sonic reduce him to this..? And how could he just.. ignore him after it? Why did Shadow have to ruin the one, tiny thing that helped him escape the endless flashbacks of what his brother did to him.. stole from him? 

Why did he still miss him?

Why..

Why..

WHY?

Perhaps the surge of anger was overdue, perhaps he should have even expected it - but the force of such a feeling still made him stumble, knocking the already miniscule amount of wind from his lungs. Shadow’s pulse was pounding in his ears, his molars audibly grinding together at the back of his mouth - the sounds drowning out any remaining remnants of rationality. He could feel his face flaring despite the cool rain attempting to balm it, the blood in his veins painting his muzzle a shade of crimson that rivalled the stripes in his quills.. this was all Sonic’s fault, every single scrap of it.. 

It was always him that fucked everything up. 

Shadow was far too drunk, far too angry to bother pulling out his keys, his fists clenched tightly enough that the skin across his knuckles had paled beneath his fur. He used the side of one to pound on the door, the force of each knock causing a jolt of pain to shoot down into his wrist, the timber shuddering slightly within its frame. It wasn’t more than a minute before a field of azure filled the frosted window to his left, the muffled sound of jingling keys barely having met his ears when the door swung open. 

“ Aww~! Look what the cat dragged in!”

Sonic stood slightly off to the side wearing nothing besides a smirk, and those same sweatpants from that day in the kitchen, the ones he wore constantly and yet they never failed to make Shadow’s mouth go dry. The ebony hedgehog had expected to meet emerald when their eyes locked, however the only colour registering in that moment.. was boiling hot, blinding red. “You..” Shadow snarled as he bullied his way past the blue hedgehog and into the house, his shoulders squared like a battering ram but even so, his strides remained uncharacteristically messy - out of sync. “th.. this is all your fuckin’ fault.” 

He didn’t need to recapture his prey.

Time had taken care of that all on its own..

Unsurprising, funny, even. The tale was older than Sonic himself, a dark hedgehog stumbling into the house and pervading the air with the stench of stale beer and second hand smoke, dripping summer rain all over the hardwood without a care for the watermarks it would leave once the puddles dried. The blue hedgehog’s snout wrinkled with distaste at such a scent, familiarity worming its way through his memory bank and lapping around his pointed ears. He could sense Shadow lingering behind him, the pressure of his brother’s rubies latching onto the back of his head as though they bared pincers, tracking every movement Sonic made as he walked the door back into its frame and clicked it shut, before turning to face him. 

The floorboards creaked slightly beneath Shadow’s sneakers as he rocked his weight from foot-to-foot to stop him from falling over, a black bar forming at the crown and base of his vision as dark eyelids narrowed with intention. Sharp and imperious - Sonic’s sly smirk refused to crack, blossoming further and yet refusing to meet his eyes with each growl that crawled its way into the ebony hedgehog’s throat. Shadow’s rage was unrelenting, growing - churning unforgivingly within his hollow chest. A brooding storm cloud had weaved its way between each of his ribs - weightless and yet despairingly heavy - begging to thunder, to pour. He saw Sonic laugh before the irritating sound penetrated his eardrums, emerald eyes rolling up in amusement before reconnecting with their crimson counterparts, and narrowing in turn. 

He was laughing in Shadow’s face.

Laughing at what he did.

Laughing at the mess he caused.

Shadow stepped forwards with an indignant grunt, invading his brother’s space - closing the gap that had been forced between them. An ebony arm curled upwards from where it had been hanging at his side, his fist still screwed, trembling from the force of his muscles contracting to keep it furled. “Fuck you.” Shadow growled, hooking his arm back before swinging it forwards, dead set on planting it straight around his brother’s annoying, smug fucking face - but before Shadow’s beer-logged brain could catch up, he found himself clutching the side of his muzzle and plunging to the ground with a heavy ‘thud!’  

The punch was sloppy, bordering on pathetic - it was easily avoided, and easily returned bearing twice the force and not even a slither of guilt. The blue hedgehog wanted to kiss his own fist in hopes of tasting Shadow upon it, he wanted to clench it around his cock and pretend it wasn't his own - three months he’d waited, withdrawn, and prayed to Chaos for a delivery that had found itself within the wrong pair of clawed hands. Sonic loomed over his twin for a moment, crumpled on the floor like a torn scrap of discarded paper, covered in ramblings and equations whose ink had flurried and smeared from the rain - long since illegible, spoiled - a total waste. Dampened garments clung to Shadow’s body, his t-shirt moulding perfectly to his torso, emphasising the way his ribcage became more pronounced with each shuddered breath he sucked in through his nose as he attempted to sit himself upright. A pretty sight, truly - the most perfect porcelain doll with a crack down its face from being played with far too roughly, one who couldn’t protest whilst it was being messily glued back together. Such a crack didn't take away from its beauty; however, Shadow’s poise had melted away, bleeding into the puddles surrounding him - allowing what hid beneath it to finally shine. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, you’ll just embarrass yourself.” Sonic droned as he stepped over his brother and began climbing the stairs, “Go to bed, Shadow.” 

The world spun around the ebony hedgehog as he dragged himself up onto his unsteady feet, a carousel whose jingle taunted like bygone laughter whilst he stumbled and kicked his muddy shoes off, caring not for if they landed neatly. Crimson iron pooled between his clenched teeth, seeping from where his molars had sunk into his cheek - metallic, intimate. Shadow spat it onto the wet floor before the crisp scent of t̸e̷a̸-̴t̴r̶e̸e̷ hit his nose, before the rain started pouring from his eyes, before the alcohol dissipated enough for him to remember anything besides his own anger. Sonic’s footsteps had silenced above his head by now, finalising with the creak of a boxspring as he presumably threw himself into his bed. Something about his brother’s attitude just made Shadow angrier - the thunder was starting, he could feel it in his chest, gurgling and crackling loud enough to make his pointy ears pin straight back. He clutched the handrail and used it as leverage to pull himself up the staircase, lean legs reluctant to listen, heavy as if weighed down by lead boots - each step slow and painfully irregular. 

A mountain climbed, the first hurled leapt, a thin layer of sweat moistening the skin beneath the coarse black fur on his forehead. Shadow’s arms trembled from the exertion, the fury - the adrenaline, dropping down by his sides once more when he reached the upstairs landing. His heart continued to hammer in his chest, shredding his breaths into ragged pants that he couldn’t stitch back together no matter how deeply he drew them in. Rubies dragged upwards from where they had latched onto his wet socks, a smirk sharp enough to slice through even the toughest of meats temporarily spoiling his face until they locked with Sonic’s bedroom door..

His open door.

Shadow’s gut lurched when his heart plummeted into it - the smirk on his face quickly falling into a frown, a thread of unease entangling itself amongst the storm clouds still churning within him. He stepped over the threshold and was met with deafening silence, sobering emptiness that ripped through his mind like the sound of a glass bottle splintering against concrete. “Damn y..you Sonny..” the ebony hedgehog leered into the empty room before turning on his heel. “Don’t.. hic-! don’t hide from me!” 

The moon continued to watch, however her gaze was not a judging one, trailing his movements from her place in the sky - a strange comfort, a presence who couldn’t tell another soul of the secrets and sins that she had witnessed. Dark shoulders knocked repeatedly against the walls as Shadow charged down the hall to his own bedroom, a soft bar of warm light flowing from under the door kissing his ankles as he approached. He bent the handle and shoved it open, the timber smacking against the drywall with a sharp ‘crack!’ from the power of Shadow’s hand. He bared his teeth at the sight of Sonic sprawled out on his bed, his sweatpants sitting low enough on his hips that the ebony hedgehog could make out where the fur became darker above his brother's pouch. 

“How’s your head, Shads?”

“Get the fuck out,” Shadow bellowed, thrashing his wet jacket off of his shoulders and throwing it in Sonic’s general direction, “this is all your fucking fault, you ruined everything! ”

The blue hedgehog caught the jacket with a chuckle and dumped it onto the floor next to the bed, “You didn’t answer my question, baby.”

He was looming over Sonic within a matter of seconds, fierce crimsons narrowed, failing to snuff the shit-eating grin plastered on the blue hedgehog’s muzzle. He drew his right arm back again and balled his fist, pulling weight back with it in preparation to strike - his left one trembling around the handful of short peach fur encased within it. Shadow’s rapid breaths hissed out from between his teeth, saliva bubbling from the corners of his curled lips. This was it, this was his chance - he could finally punch the toxic, nauseating light out of Sonic’s eyes and sleep soundly for the first time in months with his blood splattered all over the fucking pillows. 

“According to Fin.. your head is pretty good~” Sonic purred as he snaked his hand over the top of his brother’s own, and squeezed it hard enough that it unfurled, releasing the fur on his chest from its clutches. “Zero complaints.”

The crack across Shadow’s face got wider - deeper, his knitted brows unravelling, eyes tilting downward. Sonic huffed a laugh through his nose, his free hand launching forwards to grab the ebony hedgehog’s clenched fist. He tugged on it, a sharp movement that jostled Shadow close enough that their noses almost brushed, close enough that the taste of alcohol curled from the tip of his brother’s tongue and onto his own. “Yeahh.. you thought I wouldn’t find out about that?” he snarled, “You should be more careful about who you associate with - make sure they don’t kiss ‘n tell.” 

Shadow squirmed under Sonic’s gaze, his chest constricting unbelievably tight - each of his quickened breaths tapering off into a high pitched, pathetic little wheeze. He’d been so careful, so fucking careful and yet Sonic had managed to slash his way through the silken webs without him even noticing, without the weight of them surrounding him lessening - he still managed to find out despite how ferociously the ebony hedgehog had fought to hide it. His vision blurred, he couldn’t feel the tears but he knew they were falling, carving a wet path down each of his cheeks and dripping from the tip of his chin. Shadow felt stupid, totally fucking useless - used up and thrown out before he’d even graduated high school. Would it even matter if people found out anymore? Maybe he deserved it.. no, he definitely deserved it - it was punishment for his misdeeds, for worsening the damage upon his already broken body and soul. This was it, his life was over, he would never— 

“Not so mature now, are you Shads?” Sonic hissed, “If you’re going to throw yourself around like a total slut - I might as well get my fill, huh? It’d be rude not to.” The blue hedgehog yielded his grip on his brother, flattening his palms in front of his chest and using them to push Shadow hard enough that he landed on his backside a few feet away, a muffled, strained groan ripping from each of their chests from the action. He hooked his legs off the side of the bed and shuffled to sit at the edge, making quick work of grabbing the waistband of his sweatpants and shimmying them down until they pooled of their own accord around his ankles. Green eyes remained locked with Shadow’s widened, horrified reds whilst he kicked the fabric away and spread his legs, his pouch visibly swollen between the meat of his thighs. “Go on then, show me what you’ve learnt - or is this yet another thing you’re destined to fucking fail at?” 

Idiot. Idiot. Idiot! 

He should have just let Zero take him, at least he was gentle - and they weren’t fucking related. The threats of anxiety wound tighter, his ribs creaking from the force of their snare and yet there was no sign at all that they would snap any time soon - trembling and yet rigid like a broken string instrument. “No.” the ebony hedgehog said, “Get out.” 

“Hah-! Oh man.. Now you wanna pretend you have standards..? Don’t make me laugh.”

Shadow felt his throat thicken, a heavy lump settling in the top of it, protruding into the back of his mouth. His legs tucked themselves closer to his chest, a subconscious method of protection that he knew was fruitless - his wet eyes snapping over to the door before the urge to escape died behind them, and they moved back towards the blue hedgehog. The face staring at him was familiar, a funhouse mirror tinted by a film of cobalt - the expression upon it expectant and smug, carved using the same chisel as Zero and.. whoever else. Shadow could feel himself getting smaller, shrinking so quickly the fire within him suffocated, reduced to nothing but a piled heap of inky black soot that mom would have to scrub out of the carpet. 

He couldn’t let Sonic steal this, he wouldn’t let Sonic steal this. “What’s in it for me?”

“Excuse me?”

“I don’t do that shit without a fair trade.”

Sonic tried to ignore how the implication made his skin burn and prickle with anger, the mere thought of faceless hands carding through soft black fur making his nose crinkle beneath his eyes. “My silence, remember how you crawled on my lap and all but begged me to get you off? All the guys you’ve been throwing yourself at for booze? Not to mention the pussy thing, you’ve dug yourself quite the hole, haven’t you Shadow?” His hand cupped over his pride, bare fingers splaying and pushing down just enough for his cock to spring free and fall into his waiting hand, their eye contact remaining firm - a battle of wills. “Wouldn’t it be such a shame if that Silver boy found out you were the biggest whore in school, right under everyone’s nose?” 

A shame indeed.

Shadow’s ears darted back with annoyance, pinning themselves there, his chest rising and falling deeply as he sighed through his nose - but he didn’t utter a single word of refusal. Rubies glassed over, the light behind them dimming - vapid, as though the optic nerves attaching them to his brain had snapped at the base. Sonic watched his brother somewhat curiously as he lifted himself onto his knees and shuffled over to settle between spread blue legs, his movements sloppy and yet clearly, disgustingly practiced. Sonic rested one of his hands on top of his brother’s head, between his ears, smiling to himself when he offered the area a gentle scratch and heard Shadow’s little black tail gently swish against his damp trousers in response. It seemed to relax him a little at least, his shoulders slumping down from where they had crept up towards his temples. 

Alcohol had strange effects on people, he was very well versed in that fact - it’s part of what got him into this mess in the first place, after all. He wasn’t naive enough to believe he’d walked into the house sober, Shadow knew he was drunk - but now he was convinced that he was absolutely fucking wasted - because he was really struggling to rationalise the way his mouth watered, and the way his cunt ached at the sight of Sonic’s hard, angry cock. No wonder it had hurt him so bad - Shadow had sucked off grown men smaller than this. “Move your hand.” the ebony hedgehog muttered, quickly replacing the hand Sonic had wrapped around the base of his shaft with his own, his free hand coming to rest on his brother’s thigh. He pumped the hot flesh once, twice - firm and slow - a breathless laugh escaping him when he swiped his thumb over the tip and the blue hedgehog shivered, bucking up into his fist. 

Sonic couldn’t help but grimace slightly, his gut twisting in his abdomen - the fact that Shadow knew exactly what he was supposed to do ignited hot sparks of jealousy in his chest, but they were soon extinguished when the tip of his cock was enveloped by the soft and welcoming heat of his brother’s mouth. A breathy moan fell out of him when Shadow swirled his tongue around the tip, slow and intentional and yet somehow the feeling ended far too quickly. Bronze lips curled upwards into a smirk around his dick in response to the sound, a smugness that Sonic couldn’t find it in himself to challenge - instead he allowed his eyes to sink shut, his toes curling slightly in his socks when the ebony hedgehog flattened his tongue, taking him further back. “Holy shit—“ 

He didn’t care to be slow, the last thing he wanted to be was slow, Sonic would only make fun of him if he took his time. Shadow forced his head down, the impossibly heavy weight of the blue hedgehog’s throbbing length assaulting his throat until he gagged and drew himself back. He pursed his lips against Sonic’s tip, releasing a foamy glob of hot saliva that had flooded his mouth onto it - slickening his path - before diving straight back in. Black ears flicked forwards to take in the way Sonic’s breaths were becoming more laboured with each bob of his head and convulsion of his throat - as if the blue hedgehog was battling to maintain his composure, his cocky and confident facade crumbling to ruin with each push and pull. The hand Shadow had wrapped around Sonic’s cock tightened, his head forcing its way down again until wet lips met the sides of his clenched fingers - a cough begged to crawl up from his lungs to expel the intrusion, but Shadow swallowed it down, a broken whine meeting his ears as his throat narrowed once more. 

An action so undeniably sinful had delivered Sonic to a little piece of heaven, a stolen fragment of the holiest of lands that he couldn’t bear the thought of returning. The blue hedgehog’s mouth had fallen slightly agape, his neck craned back far enough that the tips of his quills were grazing the fur on his lower back - lust filled emerald eyes remained sealed for the moment, blocking out his sense of sight so that he could focus on absolutely nothing besides the feeling of Shadow finally sucking his cock, and committing every hot drag to memory. 

Good things - great things, certainly did come to those who were willing to wait. However, that didn’t mean he was willing to wait ever again.

Blunt claws continued to scratch between Shadow’s ears, the blue hedgehog was trying so hard to not grab at the short fur situated there too roughly, but Chaos.. he’d never been given head like this before, not for longer than a few seconds before whichever girl he’d tumbled into a nearby bathroom with pulled away in fear of getting come in her mouth. There was no hesitation in Shadow’s movements though, they were both working towards a shared objective - his pace unrelenting even as Sonic swung his head forwards and began to shallowly thrust his hips up into the wet heat surrounding him. He peeled his eyes open enough to see the way the ebony hedgehog’s ears flickered back in surprise, but beyond that - he didn't voice a complaint. “Good boy..” Sonic breathed, “You’re doing so well, Shads~” 

Shadow whined around the cock in his mouth before he could stifle it, the praise his brother offered melting from his ears and down into his groin, his pussy clenching around nothing, striped fingers digging into the blue thigh they were resting upon. The ebony hedgehog wiggled awkwardly on his haunches, his mind undecided as to whether he was searching for friction against his aching slit or desperate for the feeling to vanish all together - horrible, confusing.. wrong, everything about this was wrong. Onyx lids scrunched tighter, shielding himself from every shape and colour consuming his vision in an attempt to forget whose legs he’d found himself nestled between. Shadow built up his rhythm, setting a pace that caused the muscles in his neck to seize and burn, but it came as no deterrent - the sooner this was over, the sooner he could go to bed. He refused to entertain the tendrils of want that were building and coiling in his abdomen, refused to acknowledge the way his underwear was growing wetter despite the absence of rain. 

“Ngh.. you’re—” Sonic couldn’t stop his legs from clamping around the ebony hedgehog’s head, the hand resting between Shadow’s ears screwing into a fist - he could feel it coming, a warm and fuzzy pipe bomb threatening to blow in his lower belly. No nausea dared taint such a feeling - it was perfect, everything was perfect. “—Shads.. hah~ I’m gonna—”

He could taste pre beading from the tip, every muscle in the blue hedgehog’s body going rigid around him, the thrusting ceasing abruptly. Of course Shadow knew what to do next, everyone he’d blown worked in the very same way - predictable, boring even. The ebony hedgehog pulled himself back, leaving only the head of his brother’s weeping cock sealed behind his lips - his roughened tongue swirling around the tip again as if he was committed to learning an unfamiliar path, each compliment falling from Sonic’s mouth as he reached his peak causing an uncomfortable warmth to flourish behind his ribcage. Shadow dropped the hand he had gripped around the base before slamming his head down once more, far enough that his wet nose collided with the coarse cobalt fur surrounding Sonic’s pouch. All movement of his upper body ceased besides the uneven rise and fall of his chest, and the way dark brows furrowed as he held himself there, purposefully gagging himself so his throat tightened and convulsed around his brother’s length - milking it for the seed it was desperate to release. 

It didn’t take longer than a couple of seconds before a strangled moan ripped from Sonic’s mouth - loud and unbridled - completely shattering the silence that had been oppressing the house and everyone inside it as he coated Shadow’s throat white. The blue hedgehog’s spend was swallowed without fanfare, everyone tasted the same - salty and bitter, slightly bleachy if their diet was bad enough. It wasn’t until the pulsing stopped that Shadow released Sonic’s softening dick from his mouth with a wet ‘pop!’, the back of his hand coming up to wipe his tearstained muzzle and waterlogged eyes, a small cough finally blurting out of him as his throat adjusted to finally being empty. 

“W- wow..” 

Shadow couldn’t help but wince when the hand laid upon his head moved downwards and gently cupped under his chin, a light bout of pressure forcing it to tilt upwards. Surely Sonic was going to hit him, part of Shadow even wanted that - wanted his brother to snarl in his face about how he didn’t play with broken toys or fix damaged goods. His breaths were rattled, the side of his head throbbing anew now that he had nothing else to focus on besides the impending threat of being punched again. 

“Open your eyes, baby.”

‘Baby’ - he hated that word, he hated feeling small, a soft sentence delivered with a razor sharp edge whose blade he didn’t want to be on the wrong side of. Shadow peeled his eyes open, slowly - hesitantly, his crimsons locking with Sonic’s emeralds the very moment his eyelids folded upwards. What met him wasn’t poisonous nor radioactive.. but beautiful - he’s drunk - his brother’s eyes weren’t narrowed with disgust or disdain, but rather widened and swirling with what the ebony hedgehog could only assume was adoration, love. His cheeks flared, his entire body growing flustered under the blue hedgehog’s gaze, but Shadow dared not look away despite their temperament - they still commanded attention, submission. 

That strange feeling surged in his chest again, it wasn’t fear though, not like he’d felt earlier. Shadow felt so lost and yet part of him had never felt so at home - he was drunk, this was wrong - within a rolling green meadow where birds sang happily and blades of grass grazed his aching shins. His head was churning with questions but nothing coherent managed to worm its way into his voice box, so much so that he was somewhat relieved when Sonic leaned down and softly pressed their lips together. The kiss only lasted a moment, so quick that outside of the way his heart began to gallop between his lungs, Shadow didn't have time to react even if he had wanted to.. 

Did he want to?

“You’re cute when you’re shy~” Sonic smiled, his tone soft and yet clearly authoritative. “Lay down for me, head on the pillows.”

His brother wasn’t asking if he wanted to, he was simply instructing him to do so - Shadow felt pathetic - responsive to even the most frayed scraps of Sonic’s falsified kindness no matter what torture he had inflicted in the lead up. A shiver of self hatred bled from his brainstem and curled its way down the ebony hedgehog’s spine, he hated himself for obeying, for submitting. Shadow planted his hands on Sonic’s knees, using them as leverage as he clumsily pushed himself up to his feet - his head continued to pound on top of his shoulders, fatigue gnawing at every inch of his body. The only thing Shadow wanted to do in that moment was lay down and surrender to fitful sleep, he couldn’t even bring himself to care that the blue hedgehog was there anymore - it’s not like Sonic would listen if he told him to fuck off anyway. 

A wave of dizziness crashed over him when he straightened himself up, the floor beneath his feet slanting so suddenly that Shadow stumbled back a couple of paces, Sonic’s hand immediately darting forwards to ensnare his wrist in an effort to steady him. Distrust crackled through the contact, red-hot against his skin, Shadow snapped his hand away from what was burning him - instinct - but that didn't stop his ears from flattening with shame against his head upon realising the mistake. Red eyes widened, wet socks rooting themselves where they had landed. Sonic was only trying to help him, and yet Shadow had thrown it straight back in his face - he couldn’t do anything right - surely Sonic was going to hit him for it? It would make sense if he did. 

Nothing made sense, everything was too much, too little - all consuming and yet not enough.

As confused and unsteady as a newborn doe, one who didn’t require intervention in order to learn its place within the hunt, but Sonic couldn’t help but offer it anyway - it's what any good brother would do. His smile had only blossomed when Shadow pulled away reeking of booze and fear, timid -  so fucking cute. He didn’t speak, he simply shuffled himself to the side to give the ebony hedgehog space to all but fall into his bed, watching from the corner of his eye as dripping striped quills splayed across the pillows behind Shadow’s head. 

A resigned sigh escaped him, something told Shadow not to shut his eyes, so instead they fixed themselves upwards, mindlessly following each brushstroke on the poorly painted ceiling as his aching limbs melted into the comforter beneath him. He tried to ignore the way Sonic’s body heat shifted beside him, tried to ignore how the mattress groaned as it dipped, and the heat grew nearer. There was pressure now, it wasn't aggressive, but still harboured enough force to push his legs apart one by one - wide enough for a body to settle on its haunches between them. 

Panic struck through him like a bolt of lightning, the quills on his head bristling against the softness beneath them, nicking the fabric - his mouth growing so dry that his sore cheek was sticking to the teeth that had impaled it. Crimsons shot downwards, levelling with his heaving chest - and immediately he regretted it, he wished he hadn’t bothered. The expression on Sonic’s face - so kind, so wrong - was laying waste to the wall of anger Shadow had built up in his mind, every brick and every line of mortar holding them together was fracturing under the weight of his brother’s half lidded, sickeningly sweet gaze. Shadow watched as Sonic breathed out a laugh when he winced, the muscles in his abdomen seizing beneath the blue hedgehog’s paw pads as he clutched onto the hem of Shadow’s wet shirt, and pushed it upwards until it gathered under his armpits. 

Why did he feel flustered?

A physique like this felt like a waste on a boy like Shadow, bittersweet perfection, one that was kept hidden beneath baggy clothes and spiked jewellery as though it was just as shameful as what was between his legs. Sonic endeavoured to keep it that way, to keep him sweet and small so nobody else - especially fucking Silver - would ever realise someone so ultimate was walking the corridors amongst them. He released the hem of Shadow’s shirt, leaving a slightly dampened path as his flattened hands ran up and down his exposed torso, silky black fur collecting between his fingers each time he went against the grain, pushing them up towards the white fluff on his twin’s chest. The scent of lavender lay delicately beneath the heaviness of alcohol and rain, evidence that Shadow had finally started grooming properly again after Sonic snuck into the bathroom and poured that god awful lice treatment down the sink. 

Blue brows knitted together, a streak of possessiveness slicing across his throat - had Shadow let those.. grown men touch him like this? Were the paths Sonic was trailing across bronze skin already ventured, claimed ? 

Regret.

Not for his actions, though - rather the lack of them.

Shadow couldn’t help but notice the change in his brother’s expression - and he didn’t like it, not one bit. Sonic looked angry, the ebony hedgehog didn’t think he’d done anything to upset him, but Sonic had hurt him for less, much less. “S-Sonny I’m sorry I don’t—”

“You’re so soft..” Sonic purred, his expression changing again like the flick of a switch. He leaned down to ruffle the fur on Shadow’s lower stomach with his snout, still raking his fingers, “you’ll have to show me how you get it like this some time..”

A pitiful little squeak blurted out of the ebony hedgehog when Sonic messily kissed just above the waistband of his trousers, peach hands gradually moving downwards until they started fiddling with his belt buckle. Shadow’s arms flew up to shield his reddened face, his upper body squirming but his aching legs refusing to move, he couldn’t do this again - he’d practically invited Sonic to fucking do this again -  stupidstupid stupid boy. The sound of metal gently clinking together followed by the soft slide of vegan leather made his ears flicker as if they were trying to waft the sound away, a silent, delusional attempt to deny what he already knew was going to happen. A silver button popped, he jolted slightly from the shock of it - but Shadow didn’t move, and for the moment his zipper remained untouched. 

Sonic’s lips sharpened against the fur on his brother’s stomach, “Why aren’t you fighting, Shadow? Why aren’t you begging me to stop?”

“Y-you wouldn’t listen to me you’d just.. do it anyway.. ”

The metallic teeth of Shadow’s zipper parted with a quick hiss, “I’m so glad we’re finally on the same page, Shads.” Sonic spoke softly as he curled his fingers around the waistband and tugged on them, humming with approval when his brother subtly raised his hips to help slide them further down. “We can have fun together now~” 

His head felt as though it’d been blended and churned in a food processor, drunken confusion entirely overshadowed by his disgust for his own compliance. Shadow allowed his legs to be manipulated by the blue hedgehog as he hooked the pants from his ankles and dumped them onto the floor with a thud. He’d done this before, he could get through it again - he didn’t want this - parts of it even felt nice at the time, and the way Sonic was looking at him tonight was the kindest look anybody besides his mom had given him in years - it was nice to not be looked at as little more than a piece of trash stuck to the sole of someone's shoe. There were plenty of brushstrokes on the ceiling, maybe he could count them to pass the time? Shadow didn't need to focus on the way the mattress creaked once again - nope , nor the way the heat from his brother’s breaths were hitting his— “Wait Son— what are you doing?” 

A surprised, approving little noise blurted from Sonic’s mouth when his eyes dropped downwards and met Shadow’s damp slit, his cheeks puffing up against the hands he had cupped under his chin as he smiled, elbows digging into the mattress to prop them up. “Do you let them use you here too? I’m not about to get a mouthful of some losers come, am I?”

The choice of words was so painfully intentional that even Shadow managed to catch it despite the state he was in. Sonic wanted him to feel dirty, to feel ashamed - and it worked like a damn charm. “They.. they don’t.. use me.” Shadow lied, he knew he was lying.

“Keep telling yourself that..” Sonic said, placing his hands on Shadow’s inner thighs. “Am I the only one who’s touched you here..?” 

“Mhm..” Shadow squirmed again despite himself, red eyes flicking themselves upwards into the safety of darkness provided by the arms still shielding his face. Shame had washed over him like a tidal wave, it was immobilizing, it kept him below the water long enough for his head to go even fuzzier and panicked tears to spring from his eyes. This was Sonny, his brother , the same boy he had shared every birthday with, the very same one whose arms he would sob and tremble within when their dad started shouting and throwing crockery around the kitchen. Shadow couldn’t understand why Sonic kept doing this, maybe that was what made it so painful, he couldn’t make sense of it no matter how many times he tried. “Sonic I don't— ngh..” 

Peach thumbs crept further inwards, enough to gently prise Shadow’s slit apart. Sonic smirked to himself when the ebony hedgehog shivered in his hold, his core clenching around nothing when it was blessed by cool air. Delicate, flushed pink and glistening - forbidden, but when had that ever stopped him? “You’re absolutely beautiful~” the blue hedgehog soothed, “if you were a real girl you’d be a total knockout, Shads..”

“M’not a girl.”

“No, you’re a freak..”   A pink tongue darted out from between his lips, wetting them - his head moving forwards so he could drag a slow, firm line from Shadow’s entrance up to his clit. Sonic couldn’t help but moan upon tasting Shadow for the first time - the years of constant pining, imagining how soft the flesh would feel under his tongue and how his brother would taste as he swallowed his slick - it had been worth it, so worth it. He couldn’t help but giggle at the high pitched whine that Shadow tried to bite back, his tail attempting to wag pathetically underneath him, “..and you’re all mine~” 

The feeling of Sonic’s wet tongue dragging against him was sobering, it was so intense - a blinding sensation like nothing he had felt prior to that moment. Shadow had only ever felt pain when the blue hedgehog touched him here - but right now he didn’t feel pain, not even a slither of it - which meant the only thing his brain could latch onto was how good it felt.. how good Sonic was making him feel. His back arched away from the mattress when Sonic flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth against the bundle of sensitive nerves at the top of his slit, a humiliated moan tearing from the back of his mouth when his brother sealed it between his lips and sucked - hard. Ebony thighs twitched around Sonic’s head without permission, he tried to stop but he just couldn’t, like they were being shocked by a taser - strung by a puppeteer. Shadow tried to remind himself how wrong this was, how dirty - but his body ignored his mind's desperate chants, hot slick dribbling out of him and down his perineum. Before it had a chance to pool into the sheets beneath him, Sonic ducked his head down to lap it up, audibly slurping against his hole as though he didn’t want to waste even a single drop of it. 

Shadow hated this, he hated himself - he hated how fucking amazing his brother’s mouth felt against him.

Bitten back moans continued to fill blue ears, each noise making Sonic’s cock so impossibly hard that he had to resist the urge to hump the mattress in search of friction. Chaos - Shadow tasted just as good as he’d imagined, tart enough to make his mouth water but sweet enough that he couldn’t bear the thought of stopping. He pressed further into the ebony hedgehog’s cunt, his muzzle further soaking with fluids when he tilted his head up tightly to suck Shadow’s wet folds into his mouth, teasing them gently between his incisors before releasing them entirely. He drew back for a moment, replacing his mouth with two of his fingers - and his brother whined above him at the loss, a sound he would never get tired of hearing. Sonic coated the digits with saliva and slick before moving them downwards, stilling the tip of one against Shadow’s needy opening, feeling the way strong muscles clenched against it in a silent attempt to entice him inside. Emerald eyes flicked upwards, and oh what a sight it was - Shadow looked like a complete and utter disaster, shielding himself from the indignity with his arms, what was still visible of his muzzle stained a soft shade of pink. “Look at me, Shads.” 

The voice demanded submission, he knew that, no matter how softly it kissed his eardrums. Shadow still hesitated slightly, his breaths hitching in his chest as he lifted his arms enough to force his reds to meet the blue hedgehog’s greens. There was something about seeing Sonic smiling between his legs covered in slick that made his stomach lurch, he couldn’t decipher whether it was a good or a bad feeling, whether it was butterflies in his belly, or a heavy - oppressive pit. 

“I don’t want you going anywhere near those guys again, it's like you have no self respect at all.” Sonic husked, “Anything you need, you come to me. We both know I’ll find out if you go behind my back again, and you better pray to Solaris that doesn't happen.”

Peach hands had curled around Shadow’s only vice and snatched it away, backing him into a corner like a stray dog - and if nothing else in that moment, he knew Sonic wouldn’t hesitate to kick him if he snarled. Words failed him, the crushing weight of defeat settling on the top of his head, a crown he didn't want, a consequence of being moulded within the very same womb as his tormentor. A pathetic little noise blurted out of the ebony hedgehog as he nodded his head, snapping his teary eyes away when the smirk on Sonic’s face blackened like smoke from a tyre fire. 

“That’s my good boy~”

Sonic latched his mouth onto Shadow’s clit once more, circling it with the tip of his roughened tongue as he eased one of his fingers into his brother’s wet heat - the perfect amount of resistance meeting him. The ebony hedgehog keened above him, his back arching enough that it forced his pussy further onto his brother’s hand, swallowing him right down to the knuckle. Sonic pumped the digit slowly, gently - flattening his tongue and swiping it through each petal of shameful, delicate flesh, Shadow’s clit twitching beneath the muscle each time he grazed it. 

A war was being waged inside of his skull - Shadow hated himself, he himself beyond belief because the rational side of his fractured soul was losing miserably against the tremors of want, of need wracking through his body. He’d had two guys in his mouth today and by Chaos if he had the choice he’d choose his own brother every single fucking time without question - nobody else had repaid him like this, not for lack of offers though - perhaps he should have stopped being such a prude and just let them, it was more than a fair trade. The vehement denial had been backed into the very farthest corner of his mind, wrapped up and slowly choked to death by a tendril of lust. He could feel it dying inside of him, he could feel himself being forced further down into the hollow, empty pit - and yet the desire to climb out of it had completely escaped him. The ebony hedgehog continued to fuck himself down onto Sonic’s hand without fully realising what he was doing, wincing slightly when another finger pressed into his pussy - the slight sting completely evaporating when his brother curled them upwards. 

There was suddenly a sharp tingle in Shadow’s pelvis, one that snatched his breath away, “C-Chaos…” he panted, “right.. there, don’t—”

Sonic stilled the movement of his fingers but kept them curled, his mouth pulling back just enough to speak, “Don’t what, baby?”

“ Ngh~! Don’t.. fuck– ” Shadow whined, “don’t stop Sonny please—.. l-let me have this—” 

Sonic would let him have anything he asked for, he’d give Shadow everything if he could. The blue hedgehog dove back in with heightened resolve, groaning against his brother’s clit as he messily slurped at it, his fingers thrusting back and forth, the tips of them remaining fixed upwards to press against the patch of tough skin that was driving Shadow mad with want. Triangular ears were fixed in the direction of the headboard, taking in every little pleasured squeak and bitten back moan and committing it to memory. Sonic felt the ebony hedgehog clench around his fingers almost impossibly tightly, his pussy fluttering and hugging around them so perfectly that he found himself silently wishing he’d buried his cock inside of it. He could tell Shadow was nearing his end by the way his muscular thighs were trembling around him, his pants ragged and torn as if he’d simply forgotten how to do anything besides grind down onto Sonic’s hand. Peach lips sealed themselves around his brother’s clit once more - and immediately Shadow went rigid, a miserably high pitched whine clogging his throat as the knot in his stomach suddenly unfurled and he crashed over the finish line. A rush of hot slick pulsed down onto Sonic’s fingers, pooling into his slightly curled palm - but he didn’t stop, he couldn't stop - not even when Shadow’s clit shivered under his tongue, and the ebony hedgehog started howling. 

“Sonnysonnysonny no it’s— it’s too much too much please Sonic—” His entire body twitched and shuddered from an action so gentle that it made his head spin, Shadow tried to pull himself away, but Sonic just breathed out a laugh against his throbbing, overheated cunt and followed him. Tears were budding in the corner of the ebony hedgehog’s eyes, bursting and tracking down onto his flushed muzzle - he’d never been this overstimulated before, he’d never felt so sick with himself, so painfully confused. Why was Sonic making him feel this way? Why did he like it? Why was a large portion of Shadow’s own mind begging him to let it happen again? Two striped hands peeled themselves up from where they had balled into the damp sheets and flattened against the top of Sonic’s head, Shadow using them as leverage to prise his pussy from his brother’s mouth before scooting further up the bed - panting. 

The fur around the blue hedgehog’s mouth had darkened a shade, soaked through with his own saliva and his brother’s release. Sonic brought a hand up to his mouth and wiped at it with his dry palm, his blissed out smile sharpening into a smirk when emerald locked with crimson. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamt about doing that.. and you just spread your legs the first time I fucking try?” he spat, “You really have no self respect, do you?”

“Why d’you keep doing.. this.. to me?” It barely came out above a humiliated little whisper as Shadow continued to shuffle up the bed until his back was upright against the headboard, his legs bending so his knees could tuck protectively against his chest. 

Less than a heartbeat passed before Sonic raised himself onto his knees and followed the ebony hedgehog up the bed, slotting himself between Shadow’s splayed feet. He raised his left hand and launched it forwards, planting it against the wall beside his brother’s head with a resounding ‘smack!’, making Shadow flinch and cower away from it. Sonic chuckled as he raised his opposite hand with deliberate slowness, and Shadow flinched once more. Squishy pink paw pads were shiny - sticky, coming to rest against the ebony hedgehog’s sealed lips, demanding entry. “Because you keep letting me.” Sonic hissed, “open your mouth baby, y’know seen as you’re so good at it, apparently” 

Shadow whimpered through tears as he tried to curl away, his neck craning left so he was facing off to the side, but then Sonic growled - deep and domineering in the same way their father used to. It sent a jolt of terror down into Shadow’s gut, his heart thumping so violently behind his ribs that his chest fur was shuddering slightly from the force of it. Black ears flattened against his head, and before he had even fully realised that he’d turned his head and opened his mouth - there were two wet fingers sitting heavily on his dry tongue. 

“Clean up your mess.”

He felt his face heat up at the demand, but the scowl on Sonic’s face forced him to oblige. Bronze lips gently sealed themselves around the blue hedgehog’s fingers - and to Shadow’s surprise they didn’t taste bad - better than come at least, slightly bitter maybe. He treated them in the same way he’d treated his brother’s cock, swirling the tip of his tongue around them before bobbing his head, only lasting half a moment before Sonic pulled them back with a hum reverberating in the column of his throat. 

The blue hedgehog didn’t say a word, and a tense, heavy silence settled between them as a result. Green eyes remained fixed out in front of him, observing the way Shadow’s chest was rising and falling in short, shallow bursts - and the way his brother’s lips were twitching slightly as if he was desperate to say something, but his shattered pride still wouldn’t let him. Sonic could practically smell the sharp scent of unease bleeding out of Shadow’s ears beneath the stench of beer and musk - he could practically hear the endless trains of thought chugging in the ebony hedgehog’s head. “Go ahead, I’m listening.” 

Shadow was dangling from the branch again, his vision tunnelling as he looked down into the gorge - he was terrified of surrendering to the fall, but in that moment he was far too drunk, too tired and far, far too scared to bother fighting against it. Perhaps it would be easier if he did, if he let go and simply allowed himself to fall head first onto the rocks scattered on the ground beneath - painting them with chunks of his brain matter that hawks would come along and peck at. Shadow didn’t want to ask the same questions that had been plaguing him for months, he’d sob if he asked why Sonic attacked him in the kitchen that day or why he’d fucking ignored him for thirteen weeks, four days and six hours since. 

Was he not a good enough fuck or something? 

The loneliness had been devouring him from the inside out, his chest ached for company - Sonic’s company - and he loathed himself for it. He didn’t want his twin brother to look at him like that anymore, with such a disappointed lens covering those same green eyes that hurt to look at and yet a part of Shadow couldn’t help but yearn to get lost in them. That same disappointment dimmed when the ebony hedgehog tilted his head up slightly, Sonic said such nice things when they were.. intimate, it made Shadow feel good, it chased the pain away - the emptiness. Each praise the blue hedgehog uttered made the thirst for flesh die on the end of Shadow’s fangs, the scent of blood and l̴a̸u̵n̵d̴r̵y̴ ̸d̸e̵t̴e̷r̴g̷e̷n̷t̶ moving further and further away - Sonic would probably get him beer if he asked nicely enough, he had plenty of friends who looked old enough not to get carded.. 

Don’t think, just do - maybe coach Vector had been onto something all along.

Before Shadow’s brain could rattle out a counter argument, his hands lifted upwards to cup under Sonic’s jaw, and thank Gaia - he smiled. This was the right thing to do, even if the thought made the skin around his mouth crawl - if he didn’t do it now, he never would, so the ebony hedgehog drew a sharp breath through his nose, lowered his legs to lay flat against the mattress - and smashed their lips together with borderline bruising force. Shadow didn’t really know what he was supposed to do, but sheer desperation made up for what was lacking in passion. The kiss was messy - wildly uncoordinated, but his skin immediately stopped crawling, instead blossoming with warmth that flooded right down into his chest, melting the ice cold threads of fear and anxiety that had tangled themselves within it. 

Maybe the universe was a conscious entity after all, one that granted wishes and answered prayers no matter how large or far fetched they seemed to be when they escaped peach lips, and bounced from sealed hands. “ Finally,” Sonic moaned against Shadow, his arms snaking around his brother’s neck to deepen it, “good boy Shads, you got it~” 

The kiss soon fell into a rhythm, the desperation lulling in favour of an almost innocent exploration, a change in tone - a break in the code. Shadow lost himself in the feeling, the closeness, the warm tingles that flurried down each of his limbs and soothed the pulsing in his head. Their tongues brushed occasionally, but Sonic didn’t force it - as though he was almost timid, worried about making the wrong move, about scaring Shadow away. The blue hedgehog’s hands cradled the back of his head, entangling themselves in upturned quills with no care for if they sliced him open - a silent proclamation that perhaps Shadow was worth being hurt for. It made him feel good, loved in a way he had no idea he’d been lacking, but even in spite of that the teeth of shame still nagged at the ebony hedgehog’s brain, the knowledge of wrong-doing making his brow furrow, his mouth still. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to push Sonic away or bring him closer, but the choice was soon made without his input when his brother pulled his head out of striped hands and leaned back to settle on his haunches - the springs in the mattress groaned again, a sound stolen directly from Shadow’s mouth. 

He didn’t want Sonic to pull away.

“What do you want, Shadow?” the blue hedgehog asked, “You can be honest with me.”’

Shadow didn’t feel like he could be honest, not really - he wanted to sleep, he wanted to wash the smell of beer and sweat and.. slick out of his fur, and brush his teeth until his gums bled. But, he also didn’t want to be alone, the ebony hedgehog was sick of being alone, sick of the silence that had been swallowing the house and every happy memory that had ever taken place in it - he never wanted to be alone ever again. Sonic looked at him with expectation apparent in his features, green eyes half lidded and soft, however his smile was curled in a way that made Shadow feel itchy - strange. “Y-you Sonic.. I don’t want—“ he wasn’t sure if he even meant it, but he felt Sonic’s ungloved hand come to rest on his knee, squeezing it gently. It must have been the right thing to say, then - what his brother wanted him to say. “I um— I don’t want you to.. ignore me.” 

“Even though I’ve hurt you? And I’m mean to you?”

“You s-said you did that to scare me away.. you don’t need to do that anymore.”

The blue hedgehog breathed out a laugh, he tried his hardest not to sound condescending, but he just couldn’t help it. Shadow was still so precious, so naive - an idiot to think he would be allowed to blossom in spite of his spectacular defeat. “Shads, nothing can change outside of the house, you know that right? People would get suspicious if I randomly started being nice to you, this has to stay our secret.” 

“Oh..” Black ears fell down with disappointment, but he supposed it made sense. Logically, Shadow knew that people wouldn’t blindly assume they were doing.. this.. but he couldn’t blame Sonic for wanting to be careful, though..

No, he was lying to himself - it hurt, it hurt so fucking bad. It hurt to know that on Monday morning no matter what he did, his brother would still laugh at him as he walked the school hallways. He wasn’t good enough, he’d never be good enough. 

“Hey Shads.. I didn’t mean to make you cry again c’mon—”

Was he crying? His vision was blurry again, his face felt hot and puffy, each breath ragged and panicked - he must have been. Shadow’s hands flew up from where they had flopped down by his sides, the backs of them wiping at the wet streaks marring his face. “S- sorry, I don’t—”

“You’re okay, you just didn’t let me finish.” Sonic chuckled airly, “What I was gonna say - is that things can change at home? We can do this whenever you want, and we can hang out like we used to.” 

“And you’ll stop.. ignoring me?”

“Unless you give me a reason to.”

Things being nice at home sounded far better than nothing being nice at all, if it meant he could forget how mouthwash felt skimming down his throat, and the endless longing to eat his own flesh to feel close to the blue hedgehog never came back - he could do that, he could do anything. “Okay..” 

“Can we start over? Can I show you what I wanted our first time to be like?”

Shadow tried his best to stifle a grimace, but he couldn’t help the way his nose crinkled slightly - he didn’t want to think about that first time, he didn’t want to remember how it felt to be pinned and taken as though he was nothing, nobody. He didn’t really know why Sonic was asking for his permission, maybe he was doing it in an effort to prove this was a mutual thing now, something that was shared instead of stolen. However, Shadow didn’t feel as though ‘no’ was an option right now, surely Sonic would just force him, or walk out and leave him alone again if he declined the invitation - the request. Maybe he’d never feel as though he could say no to his brother - but it was one less choice to make, so it was probably for the best. Dirt still slithered across his skin, punishment for giving into Sonic again - but the air around them was so unbelievably cold - brittle, all but begging to be shattered and enveloped by the warmth that was still kindled in Shadow’s belly. He felt Sonic squeeze his knee again, pulling him back to the present, a gentle gesture that still felt so painfully demanding. 

“Please, Shads?”

Ruby eyes lifted from where they had fallen into his own lap, locking with Sonic’s greens. He could do this, perhaps eventually it would even come naturally, that his carnal desires would grow and consume the filth clogging his arteries - so that it wouldn’t take every muscle in his chest, nor breath in his lungs to push out the word, “Yes.” 

Sonic raised himself from his haunches and leaned in to press their lips together again, softly but confidently, without a hint of hesitation. His lips quirked into a smile when he felt his brother’s strong arms snake around his neck, his own hands gently curling around both Shadow’s thigh and the small of his back to guide him down, until he was laying flat once again with his head against the ruffled pillows. The blue hedgehog pulled himself back after that, checking in - forcing their lidded gazes to meet again, apprehension still swirling in Shadow’s crimsons. “I meant what I said that day, you’re so beautiful.. how could I not want you?” 

It was almost as though Sonic had been replaced by an entirely different person, Shadow should have done this sooner, he’d have saved himself so much trouble if he had done this sooner. Everything about the way his brother was moving was delicate, he wasn’t pulling but simply guiding, his nails weren’t digging into bronze flesh - nor were his teeth. It felt nice to be handled this way - like mom used to - as though he was something precious and not something to just be used and then discarded. Shadow couldn’t help the smile that found itself on his flushed muzzle, certainly bashful but perhaps even a little but distrusting - his eyes flicked away. 

“Aww~ don’t worry, just let me do the talking, ‘kay?”

He was happy to let Sonic do the talking, he didn’t want to talk anymore, he just wanted to feel - feel the way Sonic’s fingers moved to splay against his hip, before smoothing over the top of his thigh and dipping down into the damp apex of his legs. Nimble fingers left a trail of warmth in their wake, not blistering as if by fire but warm in the same way as a heated blanket felt during the height of a snowstorm - balming parts of him he hadn’t realised had frozen over. Shadow felt those fingers kiss the petals between his legs, tenderly smoothing over them and spreading them apart as if Sonic was silently apologising for his prior roughness, his mistakes, and the very sin he was still committing - but a sin, Shadow realised - was now shared. 

Sonic groaned under his breath as he slowly pressed a finger back into Shadow’s pussy, his other hand fisting into the sheets as it supported his upper body weight. He pumped the digit a couple of times before adding a second - and the ebony hedgehog gasped beneath him, dark arms wrapping tighter around a blue neck, their foreheads pressed together, lips mere centimetres apart. He didn’t curl his fingers this time in fear of overstimulating his brother, instead Sonic pulsed them back and forth slowly, occasionally scissoring them apart to make sure Shadow was prepared well enough to take him. 

He didn't want to hurt Shadow, not anymore - not unless he deserved it.

Each sweet, high pitched little mewl that escaped the ebony hedgehog sent fire rushing down to where Sonic needed it most, his angry cock hanging heavily between their bodies, pre seeping from the tip. He sped up his movements slightly, just enough to feel a dark leg hook around his lower back, and to see the final remnants of apprehension melt from Shadow’s face, and dissolve into nothing but pleasure. It was undoubtedly the prettiest Shadow had ever looked, flushed, needy and so, so perfect - each breathy moan falling from his mouth gradually becoming louder with every thrust of the blue hedgehog’s hand. “Chaos.. I didn’t think it was possible for a boy like you to make noises like that..” Sonic whispered, lowering his head slightly until their lips were touching, leaving Shadow with no choice but to swallow every word, “You really like that, don’t you?” 

He didn’t just like it.. he loved it, Shadow felt sick to his damn stomach for loving it as much as he did - but by Gaia, he didn’t have it in him to care. He tilted his hips slightly in search of the perfect angle, that sensitive spot inside him that Sonic had been prodding at earlier that made the ebony hedgehog’s entire body liquefy into nothing but a black and red stain on the sheets, his back arching as much as it could with his brother hovering above him. Frustrated little whimpers snaked up Shadow's neck, everything went anyway when Sonic had touched him there, it had been impossible to focus on literally anything else. The memories of large hands attached to horrifically large men that shrunk his world view and made him feel small in an entirely different way than the blue hedgehog ever had - completely vanished, as though they didn’t exist at all, Sonic made them go away. “Sonny I need you to— please I just—“ 

A perfect victory - Sonic knew what Shadow wanted, what he needed, he’d be an utter fool to have not realised what the ebony hedgehog was searching for. “I know, I know..” he soothed, shuffling slightly so his knees were pressed against the backs of dark furred thighs, still fucking Shadow’s wet cunt with his fingers as he did so. “Nobody knows you like I d-do, baby. Only we can make eachother feel this way, we were made to be together..” Sonic emphasised his point by curling his fingers slightly, pressing them against the very place Shadow had been trying to find - and the moans that met blue ears in response made up the filthiest symphony Sonic had ever heard. 

Beautiful music, burnt into the creases of his brain like a personalised, romantic mixtape haphazardly wrapped in scarlet ribbon.

“ Ngh~! Shit, shit, shit— “ Shadow closed the miniscule gap that was still left between himself and the blue hedgehog, alternating between kissing Sonic’s open mouth and peppering the fur around it with kitten licks, ‘thank yous’ he couldn’t bring himself to voice. His legs flailed back and forth, the heels of his damp socks bunching up the comforter laid beneath them, dirtying it with far more than tear-stained memories, and the warmth of a body that wasn’t the ebony hedgehog’s own. Unbridled moans were being punched out of Shadow with every press of peach fingers, his mind unable to produce a single tangible thought laced with ideals of religious wrong-doings or wickedness - the only thing registering in that moment was desire. Sonic was right, he must have been - they must have been made for each other because even in lieu of words, Sonic knew his body, knew what he craved - and gave it to him without a second thought. Was this the reason their relationship always felt incomplete? Was this the piece that had been missing from each near-identical puzzle? “D-don’t—” Shadow whined,  “—stop please don’t I need—“ 

“I didn’t think you’d be this needy, Shads..” Sonic breathed, soft and low, “C-can I do something that’ll feel good for both of us?”

“I don’t think, Sonny— I just..”

“Do you trust me?” 

The ebony hedgehog didn’t know how to answer that, if he could answer that. He didn’t trust Sonic, not really, not after.. everything. Once again though, he didn’t feel as if ‘no’ was even an optional answer here - the blue hedgehog was making him feel good, great even - and the thought of that feeling being ripped away and replaced with scalding hot pain like last time made him want to die. Shadow found himself nodding despite his dubiousness, “Yes, yes-! O-of course I do— please Sonic don’t—” the words tumbled out from between his teeth, high pitched and desperate, his pussy clenching around his brother’s hand, dark fists screwing into the short quills on Sonic’s nape. 

Shadow was either lying, or more stupid than he thought - either way, Sonic wasn’t complaining. He heard a cute, displeased little grumble reverberating against the side of his face when he withdrew his hand from Shadow’s heat, the same hand that was soon wrapped around his painfully hard cock, gracing it with a couple of firm pumps. The blue hedgehog sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, muffling the groan that escaped him from the friction his slick coated fingers were providing. Cobalt hips pushed forwards slightly until the head of his shaft was nestled between his brother’s puffy folds - the angle prevented Sonic from seeing exactly what he was doing, so he blindly swiped up and down until he felt the subtle dip at the bottom of Shadow’s slit. “It shouldn’t hurt this time, but tell me if it does, ‘kay?” 

He was scared - no, he was terrified , terrified of what Sonic wanted to do - but Shadow was much more terrified of being alone again, of his gums aching at the scent of raw meat and his eyes lingering too long on the bottle of mouthwash by the sink - he’d do anything to avoid that. He tried his best to ignore the weight against him, to suck it in and swallow the sobs that were catching in the back of his mouth as the world he once knew was once again ripped apart and stuck back together by blinding azure, to forever be littered with fractures, never to be the same. Strong muscles seized of their own accord to the point he was shuddering like a wet kennel dog in the blue hedgehog’s hold, onyx lids scrunching tightly as if to brace for the inevitable - what he’d asked for. “O-okay..” 

Sonic almost felt bad for the way his brother was quivering with fear as he edged himself inside - almost. How could he possibly feel even the tiniest scrap of guilt when Shadow felt so perfect around him, vibrating and whining into the side of his neck as though taking cock was all he was good for? Shadow would get used to it, Sonic told himself - he had to. The blue hedgehog stilled his hips briefly once the head of his dick was safely seated inside his brother’s tight, wet cunt - his mouth tilting up towards a flattened black ear, “You’re mnf.. doing s-so great Shads, you can take it, I know you can~” 

A strange bud of pride bloomed inside Shadow at the praise, a bashful little noise wiggling its way out of his throat between quickened breaths, his tail flicking slightly behind his back. The ebony hedgehog was barely given a moment to collect himself before a moan was torn from his lungs by Sonic pushing forwards again - a single, fluid movement that didn’t cease until the sweat-slicked black and blue fur on their hips met and ruffled together. It didn’t hurt this time, the stretch actually felt nice, he was warm, full and fuzzy in a way he hadn’t realised he ever could be, every single one of his frayed nerve endings charged and sparking with want. Shadow pulled his face away from where it had been buried in his brother’s shoulder, the scent of Axe body-wash getting less intense as his muscles relaxed enough that his upper body uncurled, and his head flopped back against the strewn pillows. 

They were face to face again now, not quite touching but more than close enough to feel the heat from each other’s breaths. Emerald and crimson had locked instinctively, but not in a battle of wills - instead each set of half-lidded precious stones told its counterpart a silent story of fear and distrust, of longing, no words were traded - but plenty were said. Both of Sonic’s hands were pressed into the mattress, caging Shadow’s head between them. Messy upturned quills grazed against the peach fur on his arms, enough to leave little red lines on the skin stretched beneath although not hard enough to draw blood. “Gaia..” the blue hedgehog breathed through a smile, “I’ve dreamt about seeing you like this for so long and somehow.. you’ve outdone every single one.”  

The punch from earlier must have hit harder than he thought because suddenly Shadow’s brain was throbbing inside of his skull, the implication sitting awkwardly within it, flirting with the junction between his desire to know just how long Sonic had felt this way, and the part of him that didn’t want to acknowledge it - at all. He fidgeted a little to hide his discomfort, however their eye contact held, his upper body shuffling from side to side in an effort to find a smooth spot in the sheets, and get the quills on his back to relax. “I um..” Shadow muttered, bringing his hands back up to settle on his brother’s shoulders, “Y-you can move if you.. mnf— if you want to, it doesn’t hurt.” 

“Do you want me to?”

Shadow didn’t want to answer that, he didn’t want to say the wrong thing again - so instead he dug his finger’s into the meat of Sonic’s shoulders, and pulled him forwards until their lips met. Sonic chuckled into the kiss, purring loud enough to cover up the gross wet noises their mouths were making, taking the lead to which Shadow clumsily followed until they had built up a rhythm, and finally, finally - the blue hedgehog started rocking his hips. 

The pace Sonic set was somewhat languid, gentle, his way of apologising without having to waste the air in his chest - but Shadow’s cunt still felt incredible despite his tenderness. His brother moulded around his shaft perfectly, soft and wet, sucking him back in with each draw back of his hips. He’d never cared enough to be so gentle with someone before, the desire to mindlessly rut into Shadow until he stuffed him full of come still sat at the forefront of his mind - patience had never been his strong suit, but he had no doubt that they would build up to that eventually, no doubt at all. Sonic’s pace meant he could draw out the feeling, savour it - he made the time to focus on every ridge he smoothed against, and each ragged, whiny breath below him, slowing down each time a bout of pressure began to build in his pelvis. 

He’d never heard his parents doing this growing up, so maybe this is how married couples had sex..

Maybe this is what ‘making love’ was.

With each hot, agonisingly slow drag against his walls, Shadow felt himself growing nauseous, bile rising into the back of his throat like flames as the weight of his reality settled into his gut. This was disgusting, he was disgusting - why had he let this happen again? Why did it feel good when everything about it was so unbelievably fucking bad? Sonic was mumbling compliments against his mouth, praising his good behaviour like he was nothing more than a mutt, how good he tasted and how amazing he felt on the inside - but each one made Shadow’s skin slither as though his ear had been skimmed by a bullet. The movements had fallen into a torturous monotony, grazing against the place he desired it most but never hitting it hard enough. He wanted more, part of him even yearned for it to hurt like it did last time, to feel like a branding iron pressing against his cervix that would tell every person who entered him in years to come that he was already spoken for by a boy who had been born with the same surname as his own. At least if it hurt, he’d have something other to focus on besides the feeling of his ribs smacking against marble, and the scent of mud and kitchen surface cleaner a̶n̴d̴ ̶b̵l̴o̵o̵d̴ ạ̸͐n̵̼̈́d̷͍͊ ̵̬̕l̴̝̏a̴̠̔û̸̢n̴̝̋d̴̥͐ř̷̮ỹ̵̖ ̷͗͜d̸̲͒e̵̮̋t̵͚͛ě̴̮ṟ̵̆g̴̳͗e̷̡͗n̶͖̓t̸̹͘ á̶̬̭̝̰̏̐̑̈́̌ń̴̡̧̛̪̹͔͓̭̪̦́́͌̐d ț̴͍̜̗͙͓̺̭̏̇̑̄͌̈́̃͒͘ḛ̷̥͕̭̫̳̟̍͛̓̈̇͛̿͗a̷̳̳̙̯͇̥̾̂͂̃̓̾̎-̷̨̛̝̞͙̫̩͚͈̆t̸̰̗̣̟͖̪̗̻͋͂̓̉͑̈́̉̾͝ȑ̸͈̖͎̫̒́̄̉̽͠e̴̺̰̋̑ȇ̶̝.. 

“I-I need you to— to do it harder Sonny, like - a lot harder.”

Sonic recoiled briefly at his brother’s tone before a relieved sigh huffed out of his mouth, his lips blooming into a grin, “Oh thank Chaos, that was driving me fuckin’ insane..” the blue hedgehog breathed, lowering one of his hands to curl around Shadow’s thigh for leverage. “Hold on tight, I-I really don’t wanna hold back anymore.” 

And Shadow did, his feet quickly interlocking behind Sonic’s back to ensure he fucked into him as hard and as deep as he possibly could. The ebony hedgehog all but screamed at the brutal pace Sonic immediately set, each blow ridding his mind of any thoughts besides the need for more, more, more. Striped quills bristled against the pillows, his throat growing sore with each grunt and growl that was torn from it. This was what he needed, to be so all consumed by the feeling of the blue hedgehog’s cock pummelling his insides that the world may have been collapsing in on itself, and he wouldn’t have even noticed it, anything that happened before that very moment ceasing to exist in his mind. Their lips met again, but there was no tenderness, it was clumsy, all teeth and tongue, saliva bubbling from the corners of their mouths and down onto their muzzles. This was passion - or the closest thing to it, this was the culmination of two entirely different cravings coming together in a controlled explosion of identical DNA. The headboard smacked against the wall from the force of each thrust, tears pricking the corners of crimson eyes, not from pain or shame - but ecstasy. The second most sensitive spot in Shadow’s pussy was being nothing short of abused, the tingle in his pelvis blossoming into a raging fire that he knew would eviscerate him before long - but he wasn’t scared of it, not one bit. 

He wanted this.

Right now, all he wanted was this.

They deserved each other.

Strings of hot saliva snapped between them when Sonic pulled his head back, and tucked it under Shadow’s jaw to messily kiss and nip at the sensitive flesh. He wanted to hear everything, blue ears pinned straight up to take in every pleasured whine and broken moan that the ebony hedgehog allowed to escape him, the sounds only Sonic could draw out of him. They really were meant for each other, this all but confirmed it in the blue hedgehog’s warped mind - shared deviant desires than manifested in a roughness that only they could withstand, provide. He growled into Shadow’s neck each time his sensitive tip bashed against the back of him, as deep as it would go, electric pulses shooting down his shaft with each snap of his hips - a fast approaching end. “You’ve been such a good boy , Shadow..” he panted, “Do you think you can come for me again?” 

Shadow’s skin was clammy, a thin veil of sweat bedewing it, his sharp breaths quickening as the tingling became more intense, crackling from his abdomen and down into his thighs, causing them to tremble once more. A desperate chant of, “Yes, yes-! I can, I want to please— Sonic please— I.. shit, ngh~! ” spilled from bronze lips as his cunt clenched around his brother’s girth, squeezing every single bout of friction he could from Sonic’s dick before it slammed into that spot again - and the ticking time bomb in Shadow’s abdomen exploded. 

Sonic’s face flew up from where it was pressed into Shadow’s neck, just in time to watch his body convulse and his face screw tight as an orgasm unforgivingly ripped through him. Dark brows knitted together as onyx lids fell blissfully shut, his muzzle stained the most precious shade of rosy pink, chest heaving beneath it. The blue hedgehog’s pace grew more sloppy at the sight, and the feeling of Shadow’s pussy pulsing around him, tightening until he knew he was past the point of no return. “That’s it baby, so perfect.. fuck I could watch you do that all day..” 

He wished he could do that all day, that time had felt so much different than the others, deeper and warmer and far more intense, rushing under his skin from the pads on his feet up into the tips of his flattened ears, the feeling lingering for a lot longer than it had before. Sonic shifted slightly above him, his head tilting downwards once more to watch his cock disappear into Shadow’s cunt, a blue tail wagging erratically behind his back as he tightened his grip on a dark thigh and lifted it onto his hip. Shadow had never seen his brother look like this before, not even during a race - so focused and yet not all there, an almost vulnerable expression painting his face intertwined with unbreakable determination to reach his own end. 

“Sh- shit— I’m getting close just..”

Everything felt so much more intense now, not to an overstimulating degree but enough that Shadow couldn’t bite back his embarrassingly loud groans anymore. An urge nagged at the ebony hedgehog’s mind, an urge to say something encouraging just like Sonic had for him - surely he’d want that too, it made Shadow feel good after all. Despite their differences, he’d always been able to appreciate his brother’s appearance, the smile that was bright enough to light a candle, and cobalt fur rich enough to put it back out again. There was something specifically about Sonic now though, in that moment - panting and flushed, not a hint of malevolence sullying his features that was just so.. “You look really.. ngh~ h-handsome, Sonny.” It wasn’t a lie, objectively it was true - nothing the blue hedgehog didn’t already know - and yet Shadow still found himself whispering, his face beet red and scalding hot - silently hoping his brother couldn’t hear him over the grunts still jolting from his chest. 

“F— fuck Shads, you’re killin’ me..” Sonic huffed, the muscles laying across the meat of his hips burning as though a wildfire was scorching through every fibre of his being. His desire for release however; burned hotter, stronger, cradled in his pelvis like a sigil stone begging to be plucked from its pedestal until everything around it collapsed. “Say it again..” 

There was an edge to the blue hedgehog’s voice, his tone was stern but for once Shadow wasn’t frightened by it, breathed in a way that sent a pleasant shiver down his spine, “I m-mean it.. yo— Chaos, you look so handso—” The whine that cut him off was like no sound he’d ever heard come out of his brother before, high pitched and broken, diffident almost. An incoherent string of words followed, dribbling out of Sonic’s mouth as though he had no control over his voice box until he clamped his jaw shut all together to stop the flow, his arms going rock solid at either side of Shadow’s head. 

He was thrusting into the ebony hedgehog’s cunt with reckless abandon, ragged and sloppy, his own pleasure taking precedence over the way Shadow’s thighs were vibrating either side of him from the strain, teetering with the line of overstimulation but holding strong in fear of rejection - typical. Sonic screwed his face tighter, his body growing tenser with each snap of his hips, winding like a rusty coil. Triangular ears fell flat against his head from where they had been pinned in the ebony hedgehog’s direction, ringing as the stars aligned behind Sonic’s sealed lids, their shine growing brighter with each passing second until it enveloped him completely - a growl thundering in his chest as he came. A sudden collapse, an explosion - a supernova - a blast that created an entirely new star, one with stronger gravity and a magnetic pull that was impossible to measure, to defy . His cock continued to pulse inside of his brother’s pussy even as the light dispersed, messily decorating Shadow’s walls with thick streams of creamy white that followed Sonic out when he eventually withdrew. 

No shame.

No disgust.

Relief.

The room had fallen into silence now, besides ragged breaths and the thumping of two identical hearts, their glassy, bloodshot eyes finally meeting again - a unique warmth kindled in Sonic’s greens despite their hue. The silence was a light one, not brimming with unsaid words but instead buzzing with satiated desires, happy to simply be existed within instead of carelessly shattered by grand insignificance. Two pairs of arms began to move after a few moments, wordless coordination that only they seemed to understand, snaking around each other’s necks until they were interlocked, a puzzle box nobody else would ever know how to open. Unyielding, desperate - neither dared let go, even in spite of the wet t-shirt Shadow was still wearing, and the state of the fur between each of their legs. Drastically different cravings had been satisfied by their proximity, through persistence and submission - enough so that eventually Sonic and Shadow fell asleep cradled in each other’s arms, with warmth in their chests, and smiles on their muzzles. 

A problem shared, is a problem halved.

Shadow wasn’t alone anymore, 

and he never would be, ever again.

¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸

8:12am [Sonny: sry i sneaked out, had to get rdy for practice n didnt wanna wake u]

8:33am [Sonny: u ok shads?]

9:01am [Me: It’s fine. I’m good.]

9:02am [Sonny: wanna do sm later? bet i can still beat u on mario kart;)]

9:18am [Me: Sure, I’d like that.]

9:19am [Sonny: its a date!]

9:55am [Me: :)]

‘& he forgives you..

dogs are like that,

so loyal.

dead dogs are just happy you're here..’

               - Silas Denver Melvin.