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Of course, when that first bump in the road did come, it was bad. Like, utterly devastatingly bad. Like, Sonic didn’t know if he and Shadow could recover bad. He wasn’t even sure he could pinpoint the moment when it all started to go downhill, or when the panic and disassociation began to set in and all roads out were spiralling together.
No escape.
The slide down had been so steep that Sonic could barely use his voice, and even then, he wasn’t entirely sure what he wanted Shadow to do. But through sheer force of will and terrible pig-headedness, Sonic saw the session to it’s end before curling up on himself and shutting off. Not even Shadow’s gentle words could coax the hero our of his epic slump.
Everything felt like it was too much; too overstimulating, too taxing, and yet he couldn’t find it within himself to move. Or speak, and that sure was a first. His throat felt plugged up, his tongue an awful lead weight in his mouth. Every muscle in his body, however, twitched with unease. All Sonic’s nerves jumped and scattered, giving him the overwhelming to run for safety.
He'd never felt unsafe with Shadow before. Not once. Not even when they were more enemies than rivals.
Fuck. Fuck!
Sonic tucked himself into his lonely hammock, pulling his blanket around tight. The last time he’d felt this powerless, this vulnerable and exposed, he’d spent months restrained and tortured by Eggy-the-asshole. But fuck thinking about that for a laugh! As if he needed to feel any shittier. Not acknowledging past hurt and fear had served him well thus far. It stood to reason it would work with this too. Yeah.
But he knew in his bones that Shadow would need to talk about it. He’d wanted to talk about it then and there, almost as soon as things started getting murky and terrifying. Sonic just couldn’t. How the hell was he supposed to explain what was wrong when he didn’t even know himself?
As much as he wanted nothing more than to curl up in his Daddy’s lap and be held, be told that everything would be okay and that they’d work it all out, it just didn’t feel like a possibility. Shadow would definitely think him weak this time. Sure, he’d stayed with Sonic through the tears he shed during the come-downs and helped him rein in his bratty attitude when the blue hedgehog couldn’t get exactly what he wanted, when he wanted it.
This was different.
This was Sonic shutting down. Locking Shadow out. Just what he promised himself he’d never do.
And it had all been going so well before it happened…
(… The day of…)
Sonic and Shadow practically fell through their bedroom (Gods, was Sonic so gone he’d already mentally moved himself in? Apparently!) door, practically choaking one another on their tongues as they fumbled their way towards the crisply made bed. They’d spent at least two hours making-out on the couch, messing up the throw cushions (again!) and teasing each other until Sonic was all but certain his skeleton would support the weight of his muscles.
Okay, Shadow was doing the teasing. Sonic just retaliated with petulant demands that he knew would keep the bliss going. Always so, so worth it! Making Shadow low and dark, the sound rattling at the back of his throat. Forcing itself into Sonic’s chest and making him purr happily.
While this certainly was an excellent way of spending Shadow’s midweek day off together, kissing and grinding away, winding each other up to the point of madness, Sonic was becoming eager to get on with the dicking. He was in the mood for something nasty and rough on this particular occasion. So, he begged, he pleaded, and he whined until Shadow was just the right amount of irritated. Then, he let the brat in him out to push Shadow over the edge, enough to get Daddy dragging them to the bedroom to pound him into submission.
Shadow bullied Sonic back onto the bed, tugging at his quills, grazing bare claws down his back, and ghosting his sharp teeth and talented tongue over the pulse point in Sonic’s neck.
Fucking, yeeeeeeeesssssss! Sonic just had to push a little more.
“Mmm, c’mon Daddy! Lettin’ me have my way with you. You must be loosin’ your touch,” Sonic goaded, a cheeky as fuck smirk on his face.
Shadow recoiled, a ferocious snarl on his face and a vicious growl trapped in his throat. Those intense crimson eyes bore right into Sonic’s soul, making his spine quiver deliciously, ears flicking with excitement and tail thumping against the silky bedsheets. His heart jumped as Shadow moved back, however, he didn’t go very far.
“I’m warning you, baby boy, you’re about to get on my last nerve. Any more of that lip and I’ll get your collar out. So I can drag you around as I please,” Shadow threatened through bared teeth.
Sonic’s whole body reacted; his skin erupted in goosebumps, his fur puffed out and his eyes rolled back in his skull. The hero bit down on his lower lip and purred, completely unable to contain his excitement.
“Aww, but I thought you liked my lip, Daddy,” Sonic continued to bait him. “Maybe you should come up with a better use for them then.” He wagged his brows in an incredibly bold display, “Perhaps I should come up with the ideas from now on.”
And with that, Shadow’s restraint snapped. The hybrid grabbed Sonic by the neck and yanked him to the edge of the bed, his hands firm, commanding, and perfect. In one smooth motion, Shadow flipped Sonic to his front, his legs dangling off the edge of the mattress as he pinned Sonic down between his shoulder blades. The speedster groaned, the sound full of lust. His tail wagged manically as his boyfriend got right up behind him, that huge, thick cock rubbing against the outer curve of Sonic’s ass, his deep voice in Sonic’s left twitching ear.
“Keep going. See where it get’s you,” Shadow snarled, the rumble of it liquifying the speedster’s backbone.
Sonic shivered, biting his tongue to keep further moans from slipping out too soon. He wanted Shadow to absolutely ravage him, and the fastest way of achieving that was by pressing him.
He forced out a defiant, breathy chuckle, “Wha’cha gonna do, Daddy? Gonna spank me? Tie me up? Collar me?”
Shadow’s answering growl was deadly erotic. The timber of it filled the whole room, ensuing all of Sonic’s sense were completely engulfed with nothing and no one else. Just the way he wanted it.
The agent must have used Chaos Control or something, because he disappeared in a flash and reappeared with the soft, black and red leather collar in hand, slung it around Sonic’s neck before tightening it to the pre-agreed notch. Sonic hummed, delighted, as it was buckled into place, giving just the right amount of pressure to make him pant like the little bitch he was.
Just for Shadow, of course. He’d never trust anyone else to see him this needy.
Shadow then used the collars attached leash tightly bind Sonic’s scrambling hands together, forcing the hero to get his elbows under his torso to find the most comfortable position.
Whoa, holy shit! He’d never gotten Shadow this unleashed before! It made his body shake and tremble as he adjusted himself, his bindings already tugging him into a submissive position that was just the sweetest fucking thing ever!
He whimpered softly, Shadow smoothing his rough hands down Sonics back so tenderly. Oh, this was going to be so amazing! Sonic could tell already, just by the way Shadow was acting, all gruff and demanding and forceful! Mmm! This was going to be a session for the goddamn ages!
Then…
Then, Shadow ran his hands over Sonic’s ass, pressing in so his thumb just grazed over his eager hole, making Sonic yelp.
“Not yet, baby boy. You’ve been far too much of a brat to deserve anything close to that,” Shadow’s voice was even and stern, pitched just right to have the hero melting into the bed beneath him.
The hybrid crouched down to his knees, and shifted Sonic’s legs further apart so they near enough lined up with the bottom two posts of what Sonic now thought of as their four-poster bed. Sonic pressed his forehead into his bound fists, again feeling the tug and pull of the collar at his neck and the leash around his wrists. He kept his eyes closed while Shadow untucked the scarlet red silk they had tied to each post for when the notion took them.
Afterall, Sonic had been bound and trust up in every position imaginable. Bondage was like their bread and butter. Shadow carefully and reverently shackled Sonic’s ankles, tying the silk tight enough to ensure the blue hedgehog wasn’t going anywhere unless Shadow willed it.
Sonic tested their tether only to find himself more or less totally immobilised. He couldn’t unlock his knees without putting strain on his chest, arms, and spine. He couldn’t tuck his arms in for leverage without pulling his face down into the mattress, which would effectively cut off his air supply before too long. The way the leash attaching his wrists to the collar was far too short to allow any such movement even if he tried.
Something… something wasn’t right…
Which was so stupid! Shadow had him in waaaaaaay crazier positions that this before and Sonic never even broke a sweat! If anything, he begged for the silk to be tied tighter… his punishment to be more severe… and yet…
There was just… something. Sitting there on his back, trying to crush his spine into his chest, making it difficult to breathe all of a sudden. Sonic cleared his throat, his initial thought being that the collar was too tight, perhaps cutting off his air supply a little more than he was accustomed to. But it was fine; he could feel the bob of his adams apple against the butter soft leather as he swallowed.
Tethered… arms bound before him, locked down tight… legs shackled… no length…
Sonic’s breath caught in his throat and his ears pinned down flat. His tail curled protectively between his legs before he quivered with something that wasn’t arousal.
A laugh… manic and cruel… enjoying himself… enjoying his torment…
Mouth dry and chest hollow, Sonic crunched his eyes shut tight, refusing to acknowledge the overwhelming feeling of constraint and encroaching fear.
Trapped… weeks gone by… muscles weakening, stamina more so…
He had no reason to be afraid. This was Shadow. His brilliant, perfect, caring, and dutiful Daddy, who never laid a finger on him that Sonic himself didn’t want. He should tell him. He should use their word. Slow everything down a little, have a pause, a breather, anything to get this feeling to fuck off from whence it came!
The laughter… the damn laughter… pain, his constant companion… fear, it’s neighbour… months passing… laughing… starving, withering… incapable of escape… laughing at his tears… hope dwindling… useless… “Who would believe it? There’s no hero in you now”… laughing, laughing, laughing…
SHADOW?!
help me…
Shadow moaned gorgeously. That rumble moving in close again and hands snatching at his waist.
“Fuuuuck… you look so beautiful, baby boy. All tied down, completely at my mercy.”
Sonic’s ear gave a tiny flick in the direction of a bottle lid cracking, presumably lube. Oh, fuck, Shadow was slicking up his fingers already. Sonic tried desperately to pull in a breath and calm his stuttering heart down to a pace that was bearable.
But it wasn’t happening. It just wasn’t happening!
The hero shook uncontrollably when Shadow lifted his tail and pinned it out of the way on his lower back. The way his arms were tied continued to pull at the collar, making the stain slip from that delicate edge where it was perfect into…
Shit, he didn’t even want to think what it was. It made him let go of a pathetic little cry, one that was too meek and too small.
“…Baby?” Shadow asked, his voice taking an instant turn from commanding to concerned.
Yeah, no. Sonic couldn’t have that. Not at all! The whole point of them getting as fucked up and filthy as they did was because Shadow knew Sonic could take anything he threw down. No matter what it was, Sonic could match him for it and then some, finding just as much pleasure in their depravity if not more!
They could always go toe to toe with each other. Rise to the challenge, the bait. It was their thing, goddamnit! And Sonic wasn’t about to falter now. Not when it was just a little light fucking bondage! He could do better. He was better than this for Chaos’ sake!
“I need you to check in, baby boy. Is this too much?” Shadow took his lube-free hand off Sonic’s tail to delicately squeeze his hip.
Fuck! Fuckingfuckfuckfuck! He was screwing this up big time! Not just for him, but for Shadow, his Daddy!
“I-I…I’m fine,” Sonic forced out through shallow breaths that barely contained enough oxygen. “J…J-j-just ke-ep goin’.”
Shadow took a breath, a long pregnant pause followed that set Sonic’s teeth on edge. He ground his teeth down hard, feeling the enamel slide brutally.
“No.”
At that single, earthshattering word, Sonic wanted to burst into tears right then and there.
Gaia, he was pathetic! So stupid and weak! Nothing more than a scared, wounded little animal trying to run and hide, take cover anywhere he could!
But there was no cover. He was trapped, tormented, and there was nothing he could do!
Except face it head on.
“Wha’cha mean, no?!” Sonic snapped, bouncing over the fear and panic that wanted to cripple him and landing head first into boiling anger. “I told you, I’m fine!”
“No, you’re not, baby boy. Tell me what I can do. Anything. Daddy’s got you.”
That was worse.
“What I need is for you to fuck me! Fuck me, right the fuck now!”
“Sonic—”
“You don’ get’ta decide whether I’m a’right or not! I do! I ain’t used our word, so I must be okay! The only thing that’s wrong with me is that I don’ have your dick in me!” He was yelling, demanding and petulant and utterly terrified.
What if Shadow used this against him? What if this was all the proof his boyfriend needed that Sonic wasn’t up to the task?
What if it made him leave?
Then what would he have? Sonic would be adrift, alone without that all powerful connection to keep him in one place. To keep him coming back to his friends, his family, his loved one’s time and again.
What the fuck would he do without it?!
“So get fuckin’ to it! What kinda Daddy let’s their baby boy beg like this and not give them what they need?! Some fuckin’ Daddy, you are!”
With those awful, hurtful words said, tainting the air around them, that had been so sweet, sour, Shadow snatched his quills in a tight fist, right near the roots and yanked Sonic back. The speedster’s spine protested loudly, agonizingly, and his bound, tightly clenched together fists slammed into his neck as he was abruptly yanked. Shadow simultaneously shoved his two lube-slick fingers into his previously stretched out hole.
The tender, gentle way Shadow had stretched Sonic out earlier on the couch had achieved it’s intended purpose in that Sonic barely had any trouble taking them. No pain whatsoever, just a flutter of pleasure that he could hardly even feel.
No good. He needed more!
“T-t-th-at… th-e best… ya-a got? Hmph. Pa-a-pathetic!”
Shadow growled like a man on fire; raging, wounded, distressed. Yet, he still yanked his fingers free and slid the head of his cock to Sonic’s pucker in their place.
“This is what you want, Sonic?” Shadow’s voice was acidic, deadly and painful.
Sonic hadn’t heard that tone in his voice for years. His ears stayed flattened, tight against his head and his tail attempted to curl protectively again. Every fibre of his body was screaming at Sonic, demanding that put a stop to this, but he full on ignored it and forced himself to comply!
He just wanted to get fucked, dammit! He’d get fucked and then they could put this whole unfortunate thing behind them, never to be spoken of again!
“Fine.”
Shadow slammed the entire length of his cock in, not stopping at the half way point like he usually did to give Sonic’s body time to adjust. Sonic felt as though he was being split apart. That dick tore through him, searing hot as his insides separated dreadfully fast without being given any time to accommodate.
The hero screamed. But not out of pleasure – only pain.
Good. Pain was better than fear. Pain he could deal with on any day, at any given time! He drove himself down on Shadow’s length, despite how much it hurt, despite the blinding terror that was still mounting in his chest. Sonic just focused on agony, accepted it for what it was and hissed over his shoulder at the man he was so desperate not to lose.
“C’mon! Y-ya call you-rself the Ultimate Lifeform? F-fuck-fuckin’ weak, that’s what you are. C..c-can fuck m-myself better o-n a damn l-li-lifeless toy!”
Shadow really gave it to him them. He got his knees either side of Sonic’s hips, mounting him like a damn animal, just a hole to be fucked and filled, and battered his huge cock inside. Brutal. Without any kind of thought or restraint. The whole time, Shadow was making the strangest sound, somewhere between a snarl and a cry, like this was just as painful for him as it was for Sonic.
But Sonic pushed more. He used the little purchase he had to curve his spine further and get his ass into a position where he could take even more of Shadow’s dick.
“This is what you wanted, hedgehog? To get fucked like a filthy, disgusting whore?!” Shadow barked, yanking maliciously at the back of the collar.
God’s… how the hell did they get into this damn mess? Shadow hadn’t used ‘hedgehog’ as a descriptive for Sonic in so long now… not since he became his wonderful Daddy’s precious baby boy…
They seemed so far away from those figures now.
Just two screaming, pain filled souls, neither willing to put a stop to the very thing that was supposed to bring them together, yet was actively tearing them apart. Sonic wished he had the strength within him to weep. Instead, he was numb. Numb to everything that was happening to them as they tore away at each other.
Shadow fucked him the hardest and fastest he ever had in his goddamn life, but there was no beauty in it. No love. Just the striped hedgehog hurtling the two of them towards an end. One that had no fireworks, no sense of bliss. No satisfaction whatsoever. Only two bodies giving out when they couldn’t take anymore.
Then…
Then it was over. Sonic had gotten what he wanted. What he thought Shadow wanted.
Slowly, tenderly, Shadow pulled himself free of Sonic’s body. He’d unbuckled the collar around his neck prior to it, so the thing collapsed on the bed between Sonic’s arms. The hybrid then tried to soothe his hands down the blue hedgehog’s aching and shaking legs, however, Sonic tried to flinch away in spite of the silk still restraining him.
“Shhh, I’m just getting to them, baby,” Shadow’s voice… Oh, God’s his voice…
“D-d-d-do them n-now? P-please?”
Shadow did so, quickly yet still as gentle, like Sonic was made of fragile tissue that would crumble and tear if his hands were too rough. Exactly what Sonic was terrified of.
But he couldn’t feel the fear. He couldn’t feel much of anything, beyond the physical of the restraints being loosened and his body becoming free again.
His own again.
Shadow sat beside him on the edge of the bed, eyes sad, and held his arms open for Sonic to curl up into. As he always did.
However, the hero felt no desire to be held. He felt sore, disgusting, and weak. He didn’t deserve praise from his Daddy for forcing them into whatever the fuck that was. Sonic let his used body flop to one side before curling in on himself tight, holding his trembling knees to his chest like a shield from the world.
From Shadow.
“Baby… please, come here, baby boy. Let Daddy take care of you,” Dammit, Shadow sounded close to breaking.
What the fuck had Sonic done to them?
He took something gorgeous, something full of trust and respect and twisted it up. Made it ugly. Used it to hurt, not just himself, but the man he loved most in the whole damn world.
He didn’t deserve Shadow. He didn’t deserve anyone.
He sure as hell didn’t deserve to be curled up on Shadow’s massive and comfortable bed, messing it up with his unworthy body.
So, in lieu of being able to think of anything else, Sonic forced himself to his ass, ignoring the sharp pain that spiked up through his insides and swung his legs over the end of the mattress.
Shadow attempted to grasp his shoulder, but Sonic saw it coming. Shadow was moving deliberately slowly, giving him time to see and react to what he was planning to do. It made Sonic’s stomach churn with guilt and shame. He actually wanted to fucking vomit!
“Baby boy…” Shadow tried to reach for him again.
Sonic’s whole body flinched away, practically jumping to the opposite side of the bed to get closer to the bathroom. That’s what he needed. A damn hot shower to scrub the whole unfortunate incident away. Then they could get back to normal. Sweep it away as an experiment gone awry. Repress it down where it couldn’t hurt anymore.
“I… I need’ta shower,” Sonic whispered meekly. He struggled to his feet, momentarily petrified that his legs wouldn’t sustain his weight. Thankfully, they held. Good enough.
Shadow shifted too, standing and slowly walking around the bed, “Have a bath, baby. I’ll joi—”
“No!” Sonic shrieked far too quickly, backing away, “I-I…I mean, nah, I’m g-good. Shower’s f-fine. Wanna hit the r-r-road. Need a run.” He tried to bolt towards the bathroom, hoping the bolted door would save him from Shadow’s pity.
“Sonic.”
He stopped in his tracks at the sound of Shadow’s voice cracking. He didn’t turn around, just kept staring at the bathroom like it was a sanctuary that would reset the clock, take them back to when it was heaven achieving instead of damning.
“Please don’t leave.”
Still numb. Still disassociated from everything but the ache.
“I need a shower.” Was all he said in reply.
Again, he got what he wanted – a physical barricade between him and the love of his life. Sonic knew that if Shadow really wanted to, he could use Chaos to take him to the other side of the door, but he wouldn’t.
And he shouldn’t.
Sonic wasn’t worthy of his time.