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Also Zonic has a moment of.... questionable discoveries about himself.","writing":"[center][b]CHAPTER VI[/b][/center]\n\n[color=#204a87]Every single word coming from Scourge's mouth felt like daggers pushed under his skin. Slowly and as painfully as possible. He couldn't say anything. There was too much truth in everything Scourge said. There was too much guilt in Zonic's mind to speak up. The green hedgehog had every right to be angry.\n\nStill he wanted to say something. Wanted to yell how it wasn't true. That he just -couldn't- do more. That he did act once he saw it happening. That he cared about what was going on to the point of having nightmares about it. But how could he? Because in the end Scourge wasn't wrong. He didn't do enough. He saved Scourge but what about the others? He'd only paid attention to the screens in the first place because Scourge was a familiar face. Because he was a Sonic. Because he was special. Had he taken a step back and looked at the full picture would he have seen more such violence happening? He couldn't take everyone in who was being tortured like this.\n\nHe didn't flinch when he was told to get out. But he did as he was told. Zonic just couldn't... -say- anything. Everything he could say would sound like mockery or pity or excuses. He closed the door behind himself so gently that it didn't make a sound. And then he just stood there again. His mind was racing but his body wasn't moving.\n\nHad he lost his righteous way somewhere along the lines. Should he be doing more? Was 'My superiors don't let me' just an excuse in the end? And more importantly did he have the freedom to actually change something? How would other Sonics deal with this situation? Would they give up everything to... to do what exactly? He couldn't -close- the jail. There was no other place to keep all these criminals. To change the Jail's management he'd need the law on his side. He couldn't just... waltz in there and act on his own or it'd all be for naught. Any evidence he came up with would be ignored in court because he didn't acquire it in a legal way. All that'd happen was... well. He'd lose his job.\n\nHe let himself sink on the couch, his legs drawn to his chest, staring at some point at the wall. Sonics were free. In more than one universe they were freedom fighters or resistance. Even scourge, with his anti-freedom fighters was, in the end, free. And then there was him. And he was bound by chains of law, commanded by his superiors no matter if he agreed with them or not, and if something was really going wrong... what could he do?\n\nNot once in his life had he felt so powerless before. He couldn't even imagine what it felt like for Scourge. Scourge's level of powerlessness was... so much more. Nobody was on his side. He didn't have his powers to rely on either... he was at the mercy of those surrounding him. And clearly he hadn't been surrounded by anyone merciful in the past months.\n\nZonic felt restless. He hated this feeling. He wanted to do something right now but... he just couldn't figure out what. What could he do? Couldn't he do anything at all. Either way he couldn't do anything alone. He had to talk to his friends from work about it. Zally, his direct superior for example, maybe she'd come up with something. He just didn't know how to ask her without talking about Scourge. She was even more bound by law than he was... if he told her about Scourge... would she send him back in there? But then she wasn't a monster. He felt like he had to take the risk. He'd invite her, outside of work, have a talk with her. She was usually much better at strategizing than he was, so maybe she'd come up with something.\n\nHe took a deep breath and turned his head to look at the digital clock on his wall. He'd been sitting here for an hour and a half just staring at the wall. He wanted nothing more than to check on Scourge. Just to see if he'd fallen asleep but he'd been kicked out and he was sure that the prisoner didn't want to see him at all right now. So he refrained from taking a look. Instead he lay down on his couch and tried to sleep himself.\n\nSleep definitely didn't come easy to him that night. And when his alarm went off he felt like he hadn't slept at all. With a small groan he pawed at his alarmclock to make it shut up. Two minutes later however he managed to get up. There was no doubt in his mind that the bags underneath his eyes would be a match for Scourge's. Curiosity and worry finally won over and he walked to his bedroom door, opening it with as little sound as he could manage.[/color]\n\n[color=#4e9a06]The lack of any response was enough to prove his point. And good! He didn’t wanna hear whatever shit that Zonic would have flying out of his mouth right now. No one was going to tell him different that all of this was just something that needed rules and regulations to figure out. Law enforcement and rules were just shitty ways for people to control others, while the ones making them could bypass every goddamn law they make. It was sickening and never did Scourge feel more nauseated than he did now. \n\nHe looked up once the tears stopped, huffing angrilyat the door only to slowly push himself back up and lean back into the pillow on the other end. He flinched hard once he straightened back out, more crackling noises from his shaky ribs, the pain felt more intense now that the adrenaline from that moment was draining. He stated up at the ceiling for a while, it didn’t feel good... hell, he knew this wasn’t gonna feel good at all. The way this whole new situation went down just spelled trouble for them both. Not one bit of it made a lick of sense. \n\nStill, it beat being in prison and suuuure saying ‘thanks for the rescue after being fucked yo so many times’ was a great way to rub salt in the wounds, but Scourge didn’t ask for this. He never asked for anyone else’s help cause he didn’t expect it. He knew how he was seen by others, knew that no one would believe him even if it happened right in front of them. Zonic May have done something but he knew it was just because Scourge was a familiar face... what other reason was there? He doubted Zonic spent any time with other criminals he’d caught due to them just being your usual bad guy. No threat, no specialty to them. Just plain ol’ dumbasses. He looked down at his body.. he was a Sonic after all... \n\nIt was a little upsetting but he was glad for that fact for once. It’s not like Scourge cared about the wellbeing of the other scum in that prison, none of them mattered. He didn’t care about the safety regulations or how management needed change, he only cared about himself and all the shit he put up with. He hated that he had to go through that, despised that it was no secret and just about everyone knew. It burned him to his very core... it hurt. \n\nAs the thoughts settled, Scourge felt himself fall asleep, never disturbed. He couldn’t remember the dream he had, something about strangling Smalls or Zonic, they blurred together... his ear flicked when the door opened but he kept his eyes closed, not wanting to be moved... he’d move himself if he could. If anything, the slight frown on his face sort of gave it away that he was partially awake.[/color]\n\n[color=#204a87]Zonic hesitated for a moment but after a while he entered the room. \"Scourge.\" He said quietly, watching the green one's face. The criminal was awake he could see his ears twitch and his frown deepen. \"I'm going to make breakfast...\" He mumbled, rubbing the back of his head. What could he say? What did he want to say? That Scourge had opened his eyes? That he was going to do something about the state of the Zone Jail? But he wasn't sure. It was so much easier to just sweep last night's conversation under some carpet and never speak of it again. Not to Scourge anyway.\n\nFor now he just stood there, waiting for some kind of reaction, and when he didn't get one he left the room again. He went back to his couch preparing it for the day. It was one of these sofas that could be turned into a bed in a few steps. And a relatively comfortable one at that. Sure it wasn't as good as his actual bed but it wasn't bad either.\n\nZonic went back to the bedroom to fetch some pillows. He knew he had to bring Scourge to the living room as well but... he was procrastinating. Maybe he could make breakfast first. Not that he felt hungry, but maybe his prisoner did.\n\nWith a small sigh he shook his head. This was pathetic, he was doing what he could, he shouldn't feel this guilty. After all he was going to do something about Zone Jail, right? He was gonna. He just... hadn't done it yet. He hadn't completely lost his way.\n\n\"You can keep pretending that you're asleep but I'll carry you over there now.\" He said, his voice a little more firm than it had been earlier. And after he'd finished talking he  leaned over Scourge once again, sliding one hand behind his back, the other under his knees, to lift him up. The blanket was still covering scourge and he just lifted both up at once. Why bother to go twice, he thought. He still didn't quite know what to say, why was this so hard? Instead he was hyperfocused on what Scourge felt like in his arms. He was light, still. Maybe too light. And he felt so much smaller than he was while tensed up like this. His fur was scruffy and could probably use some brushing. But at least he was warm and breathing which, strangely enough, felt really comforting to Zonic.\n\nHe gently sat Scourge down on the couch-bed. \"You really need to wake up now. I need to explain things to you.\"[/color]\n\n[color=#4e9a06]Pretending to be asleep was actually pretty hard, especially when Zonic had the gall to pick him up. Why couldn’t he just leave him in the room?? Wasn’t like he could get up on his own anyways. He’d just sleep all day if he could... but food and bathroom needs were a thing and he knew he’d struggle with that by himself. The automatic response to being held hadn’t let up one bit. Scourge didn’t trust Zonic even more now, his frown was as deep as his could go. Eyes still closed and teeth tightly clenched together. He made a low growl noise, turning from Zonic as he pushed some distance between them again.\n\nHe had to do it, he had to swing. The moment he was hovered over his next resting place, his first met with Zonic’s cheek. He knew he’d get dropped and this was as gracefully as he’d fall. He landed on one of his elbows as well as his upper back. It hurt but the pain was worth it. He glared at Zonic. \n\n“I got so many more where that came from.” He said in a deep tone. He coughed, over exertion from a measly punch was laughable but in his state it was probably the best use of his limit strength. “Go ahead and try to save your ass. You won’t be forgive if that’s what you’re after, mutt” he couldn’t help but be mean, it was in his to lash out. In his mind that punch was well deserved. He wanted to do it again, but swing his arm would take all he had and he was already out of breath. Pathetic.[/color]\n\n[color=#204a87]The punch came out of nowhere, took him completely off guard and he dropped Scourge. He stumbled backwards, confused, holding his cheek. The punch hadn't been very strong, nor had it been very painful. But it definitely left him wide eyed, staring at Scourge who'd fallen onto the couch and probably hurt himself worse.\n\nHis confusion however didn't last long and what followed was rage. Not because he'd been punched. The punch hadn't hurt anyway. What ticked him off was the fact that Scourge just couldn't give up. It was painful to watch. \"I don't need to be forgiven by the likes of you.\" He said, and maybe his voice was a bit more chilly than he wanted it to be.\n\n\"If you want to fight you better heal up faster. Punching back right now would feel like kicking a puppy. You can't even hold a fork without trembling, don't make me laugh. I'll let you fight me when you can stand on your own two legs again. I don't have time for your temper tantrum.\" He turned around, walking into the kitchen to find whatever food he had. In the end he brought the entire microwave to the couch and set it up next to scourge, dropping a stack of tv dinners on top of it. \"Bon appetit.\"\n\nThis whole interaction was exhausting and upsetting. Why couldn't they just work out? Why couldn't they just have a little truce? Why did it -have- to be complicated with Scourge. He knew he had to get ready for work. His time in the mornings was limited. But somehow he felt like he couldn't leave it like this. He walked past the couch throwing Scourge the Tv remote. \"You can figure this out yourself!\" he said and sat down next to scourge. Close enough for the criminal to be able to easily reach him should he want to. He wasn't afraid.\n\n\"We had a deal remember? No chains for you and proper food if you stop hurting yourself and don't listen to what I say. So I suppose you made your point. I wasn't aware you were so into being restrained.\" He said calmly. \"That means you're going to the bathroom now and I spend my lunch break here so you can go again. Other than that You'll be in chains. That's what you wanted, isn't it?\"[/color]\n\n[color=#4e9a06]There it was, that anger. Scourge felt he’d get a punch back, a kick to the gut or the pull of his spines. Something -ANYTHING- that said there’d be a fight. But no... again, Zonic held his ground, simply yelling instead of hitting. How was he able to keep himself from beating the shit out of someone so defenseless? Scourge didn’t get it, he was free game and he was ready to be hit. Why did he want that... to provoke him. \n\nHe huffed again, looking away as he struggled to prop himself up again, seeing the microwave, TV dinners and now the remote all beside him. He wanted to move back as soon as Zonic sat down..he was too close and it was annoying him already. He wasn’t about to do anything else, too exhausted ... god this situation was just irritating. \n\n“So that’s your final warning or are you actually gonna do it? You sound like you really wanna chain me up.” Part of him didn’t care but he had to calm down. He got his punch in... it was okay to relax. Scourge did his best to flatten his spines, turning from the cop only to get tired again. Too much energy was used and now he was paying for it. He laid back, grumbling. “Just take me to go piss and you can leave. Whatever, I’ll just sit here and brood. I got my hit in... for now.” He crosses his arms, merely to rub them for comfort. Not gonna apologize or say he’d let up on being angry. He’d just... surprise the other.[/color]\n\n[color=#204a87]Zonic looked at Scourge, contemplating his words for a moment. At least he'd seemed to have calmed down. \"I don't know if I want to trust you.\" He said calmly and sat up straight, sliding a hand behind Scourge's back again. \"Your first warning was your last warning.\" With that he lifted the prisoner up, carrying him to the bathroom and sitting him down on the toilet.\n\n\"For now I'll get you a chain that's long enough for you to move around with. If you do nonsense like this again I'll make the chains a lot shorter and if you insist on getting on my nerves 24/7 there is a nice private cell right out that door over there that'll be all yours. I can even fix you to the bed over night if you want. I don't want to. Because I don't want to see you unable to move. But that doesn't mean I won't do it.\" His voice was completely calm now. He was stating the facts as if he was reading a boring article in some glossy magazine.\n\n\"I trust you can do this stuff yourself, I don't feel like touching you more than necessary even if you're basically me from another dimension. Oh and brush your pretty teeth. Since you were strong enough to punch me I assume you're strong enough to do -that- as well. The green toothbrush is yours. Call when you're done.\" He closed the door, leaving Scourge alone in the bathroom to go and search for his long chain. Well, not search, of course. He knew exactly where everything in his house was. Including that chain. It was a solid 10 meters long and tied to two very sturdy cuffs. He'd had this chain for a long time, but never used it. Not that he was into chains in general. All kinds of restraints felt like awful inventions to him. Awful but necessary.\n\nHe remembered getting himself knocked out and tied up once, and he'd nearly lost his mind. He'd been in a dark place, his feet and arms were restrained with energy chains, nothing he could break free from. It'd taken 3 days until he was saved. And all because he'd acted on his own volition. It'd been around the very start of his career. He'd been more hotheaded then. He'd thought he could do it all alone. Catch every criminal by himself. He'd thought he was better, faster, stronger, smarter, than all his coworkers. And he paid the price for his arrogance. Learned his lesson the hard way. He could hardly remember the days he had been confined. No matter how hard he tried, all he could recall was the moment the chains came off and his feet hit the floor again. Then the street. Then some beach's sand. He ran and ran and ran to make up for the lost time. And he just never got tired of running.\n\nAfter that he'd been reprimanded by his superior, and had joined an existing two man team. Zespio and Zector. It'd been hard to get used to the teamwork, but everything was better than getting restrained again.\n\nEither way his relationship to chains was still... not the best. Putting them on others was alright with him, but putting chains on another Sonic felt wrong. He hated it, and he was sure Scourge hated it more. But this had been the deal and he couldn't go back on it. All he could do was to go relatively easy on the criminal. For now. Hoping it'd last.\n\nOne side of the chain was fixed to the Couch's leg, the other end he took along to the bathroom. Where he waited.[/color]\n[color=#4e9a06]\nHe was actually gonna do it, chain him up... scourge wasn’t gonna lie, this was a little unexpected. He knew the Cop could threaten, but to go through with his threats, a different story. Being the ‘good guy’ there were so many limitations as to how far he or that idiot Sonic would go. The way they’d back down from being too cruel or inhumane, for example: tying up one of his other selves could run along those lines for sure. There was some length apparently, but Scourge already hated the idea. He felt his blood boil and didn’t want to take blame for the circumstances that came along with it. He grumbled under his breath, now sitting on a cold cold toilet seat. \n\nIt was even more demeaning having to sit and pee! He hated this so much, still all too aware how little control he had over the situation. God he wanted to scream, to make a bigger fuss but ugh, he was already getting chained up. He had to control himself now... at least till he healed up. He was promised a fight then. He took his time, glaring at the door, hoping that Zonic wasn’t listening to him piss. Flushing the toilet didn’t make it much better. So embarrassing... \n\nGetting up was even harder than he could imagine. It’s been a while since he sat upright with his feet dangling down from a ledge. The seat on the balcony at least had his legs propped up. He struggled to get off the seat, using one of his better hands to lift himself from where he was. Each attempt was harder than the last, ending with him falling ass first into the toilet bowl. He yelped loudly, cold water consuming his lower half as his legs and arms and upper body were propped out of the bowl. “AGH! FUCKIN GET IN HERE!!”[/color]\n\n[color=#204a87]Zonic flinched at the loud noise from inside the bathroom and as Scourge actually called for him he dropped the chain to the ground and entered the room. The sight waiting for him -would- have been comical if it hadn't been so very obvious how humiliating this was for Scourge.\n\nSo he said nothing, and didn't even grin. Instead he quickly walked over to the prisoner, wrapping one arm around his upper body and dragged him out of the toilet. Holding scourge's body flush to his own he had enough stability to use his second hand to reach for a towel. He already felt incredibly guilt again just from knowing where he was gonna touch Scourge. But it had to be done. There was just no nice way to go about this.\n\nHolding Scourge tightly he dried off the fur on his lower half, he was gentle of course, but he tried to hurry too. This was probably a nightmare for the other hedgehog.\n\n\"I'll hurry... I'm sorry. I guess standing up is still impossible. I overestimated your healing speed.\" He said quietly and while talking he was painfully aware of just how close his face was to Scourge's ears. He didn't want to raise his voice at all. Were chains really necessary if Scourge couldn't even get up? Maybe they could wait a little longer? \"I guess a chain won't do much while you're in this state, after all.\"[/color]\n\n[color=#4e9a06]Instantly, Scourge has his head turned away from Zonic, switching sides when he came over to his aid. He wanted to cry, but nothing like this was enough to warrant the tears after all he endured. When being lifted, he almost made a noise. Shivering from the cool air that hit as soon as he was up on his two legs he was ready to breathe again but the towel... the closeness. He began to panic again.\n\nHe closed his eyes, giving off a low growl just as a warning, but it wasn’t going to stop Zonic of course. He needed to be dried, that was just common sense. Even the apology didn’t reach his ears despite Zonic’s breath brushing against them. Scourge hated this, feeling as though he was back in his cell again. \n\n[i]‘Stay still’, there was no subtly in his voice as his large hands grabbed both of Scourges arms, placing them about the hedgehogs head. The pavement was cold, not as bad as his bed of coils, but enough to hurt from this angle. He kept kicking, wriggling his body as much as he could to resist the obviously much larger inmate. Just seeing his unsightly size a little too close almost made him gag. ‘Didn’t I just say—‘ \n\nScourge’s foot met with Smalls’ jawline, a kick so loud it probably could be heard next door. \n\n‘Oh now you’ve done it...’ his voice got so threatening, way less ridiculous than Scourge was used to. As if the cat wasn’t already strong enough, his grip tightened, his other hand reached for Scourge’s neck, now choking all the air out of his throat. Even with how hard he was struggling, he still needed oxygen. He could feel the other get closer, an unsettling lack of distance make Scourge tense up. He could feel... it, poking around for an entry. His eyes were so wide, tears were forming, he refused. Trying to scream for help wouldn’t do. Not this again, make it stop. \n[/i]\nHe must’ve been breathing pretty hard, a lot less distance than he remembered. Scourge had leaned in closer to Zonic, practically clinging on for dear life. his eyes clamped down so tightly, the brightness of the lights in the bathroom burned. He was shaking, the comfort of Zonic’s spines seemed to at least help bring him back to where he was. His legs had almost given in, as gentle as Zonic was being, it still caused a reaction. \n\nA flashback like that shouldn’t have made his body act this way, made him weak for something like that. He really wanted to cry now, nothing about those events felt good, so why did this happen? It couldn’t have been anything pertaining to what HE himself wanted to do... no. \n\n“P-Put me back in the bed...! Don’t look at me.. just leave already.” Yeah, that’s all he wanted was to be left alone. Not be seen like this.[/color]\n\n[color=#204a87]In the beginning Scourge reacted just like Zonic had expected he would. He tensed up. Turned his face away. Started to tremble. But then something happened the cop hadn't expected at all. He could feel the criminal clinging to him, like a drowning man to driftwood. And that wasn't all the surprises he got.\n\nTo prevent Scourge from slipping to the floor he had to hold him close. Close enough to feel just about everything the green one's body was doing. His heart was racing and skipping, which could be credited to fear. His temperature rising, which... was strange but it could also just be the adrenaline. When he felt something hard against his lower half however he had no logical explanation.\n\nFirst he thought his mind was playing tricks on him. But there was no doubt, no other explanation. He could feel his own skin shiver at the thought. It wasn't... bad, however. He was a lot less disturbed than he should be. Maybe due to the fact that they shared a nearly identical body. That they were two sides of the same coin. A very strange coin with an illogically high number of sides, but that was besides the point. He dropped the towel and put his second arm under Scourge's butt, pulling him even closer, lifting him off the ground.\n\nHe swallowed and the tips of his ears heated up at the friction. His thoughts were running at supersonic speeds. What was he gonna do? Just bring Scourge to bed and leave him like he demanded? But what would happen? He couldn't really deal with this... 'problem' himself. He couldn't even eat on his own. Wouldn't it be frustrating? Zonic hardly ever had these kinds of problems himself. And if he did, well he could deal with them, it was more of a necessity. A chore. But at least it helped him sleep whenever it happened. He wasn't sure what would happen if it -wasn't- taken care of, though.\n\nAnd since Scourge was in no position to do anything, maybe it was his duty to... what a weird thought.\n\nHe sat Scourge on the couch, his feet still on the ground. Whatever his decision was gonna be he had to decide fast, his work was going to start soon and he didn't want to get reprimanded for arriving on foot instead of by car, just because it was faster.\n\nScourge looked as miserable and humiliated as he'd expected he'd look. And of course he couldn't help but look at his lower regions as well. Part of him wanted to ask 'why' but he knew he wouldn't get a proper answer. Chances were Scourge didn't know. \"I can't... just leave you like this.\" He said rubbing the back of his own head. He wanted to do something. Anything. Scourge hated being touched. For good reasons his hands unsettled him. So that wasn't an option. He'd probably just get punched again.\n\nAnd even though he'd never thought the day would come, now he recalled the one adult film Zector made him watch. There was -something- he could do.\n\n\"I can't leave you like this. You can't do anything about it by yourself.\" This time his voice sounded less unsure. He'd made up his mind. Even though all of this was new and strange and probably very very wrong. Part of it was also exhilarating, though. This was entirely undiscovered territory for Zonic. He had no idea what he was doing. Well, almost. He -had- seen that one movie. And his memory was excellent.\n\n\"You can punch me if I do something you hate. I won't use my hands. I won't hurt you.\" He said after he'd made up his mind. Zonic dropped to his knees, his hands behind his back. And even though his heart felt like it was going to hop out of his chest and run away he leaned forwards. Before he really knew what he was doing he'd pressed his tongue against Scourge's shaft and moved his head up until he could close his lips around the other's hot tip. He felt his skin shiver, but not because it was disgusting. Not at all actually. He very quickly decided that he minded neither the taste nor the texture. And he was sure there was time for questioning his own morals later.[/color]\n\n[color=#4e9a06]“Yes you can, I’ll be fine!” His prostrating was quite weak, as if he wasn’t sure what he wanted the other to do. It wasn’t like his arms were entirely useless, but after that display a moment ago, of course Zonic would think Scourge was completely incapable of doing anything. Still, the whole situation was uncomfortable, horribly timed and just plain annoying. There wasn’t anything he wanted to do more than to disappear. \n\n“You rubbed me the wrong way, now look what happened!” He just settled blame on Zonic. It was better than admitting a mere flashback was the reason. A flashback of something he hated, yet his body betrayed him. Why did that happen? It’s not like he enjoyed being raped, it was never a good time, and he wished it never happened. He felt himself sniffing at the thought, eyes blurring up but he refused to let any tears drop. When he was set down, he scrambled for sheets, yanking them over till seeing Zonic get down on his knees. \n\n“The fuck are you doing..??” He froze up, tempted to kick Zonic in the face. “I said go!” He frowned, now not sure what to do. His body felt so much more different than his mind. No he did not want it, and it’s not like he got a million blowjobs in prison, nah he was the one giving them against his will and it was the worst. This wasnt an entirely new feeling, tho he couldn’t remember the last time Fiona and him had a moment like this, a moment where they explored intimacy and... \n\nNo, wait this wasn’t the time to reminisce on such things—\n\nScourge flinched, his body couldn’t resist tongue. He almost gave up right there but he was a fighter. He growled, shaky legs unable to decide to clamp shut or widen. He was so confused, thinking of so many instance where this all felt wrong and disgusting. He had his fair share of good times definitely but were all shadowed over from the recent abuse. Not like this was going to erase months—he didn’t know how long he was there— of bad experiences. The scars were still there, the memories lived on, but this... \n\n“Zonic..! Stop..!” His voice was low, almost whiny. He was trying his best to resist, it took everything in his to push at Zonic’s head but his attempts were so weak, there was barely any impact at all. How upsetting. It’s not like he wanted this, not like he missed it. Far from it, actually. He knew he wanted it to stop yet the sensations took hold so quickly, almost like in prison where he’d just succumb to it to avoid any further beatings. He was so weak willed now, thought he had the ability to resist even a sensation like this but it was near impossible. He couldn’t stop the feeling from taking over, could ignore what it made him feel like, it was there and very obvious. \n\nHe felt like a mess, a puddle of nothing just allowing whatever to just happen to him. He was scared, no way he’d admit it but he was frightened that more was going to happen. Didn’t Zonic have work?? Shouldn’t he leave? Why did he care so much if Scourge had a stiffy or not?? This wasn’t a life or death situation, he didn’t need assistance. He’d live but god he couldn’t just make it stop as much as he wanted to. His legs slowly began to widen, his hips lifted from the couch and his head tilted back. Maybe he could recall one instance he and Fiona had some alone time, her mouth was so warm... much like Zonic’s. Why did -His- mouth feel like heaven... no this was a guy, a man that felt the need to take care of -every- aspect scourge could easily do on his own.. except use the bathroom.\n\nThere was no reason for his... and regardless of his ‘mindful approach’ not using his hands, it was still uncomfortable overall. \n\n“I’ll... I’ll kill you..!” His whimpers we’re barely audible, but his body was on fire, demanding to have more. This was much different than the times in prison, they were morphed with pain and force, yet Zonic was so gentle and quick. He hated it, he hated that this stood out as soft to him. Easier to ease into. No, he wasn’t going to... \n\n“I hate you!! I’m so.. close..!!” It wasn’t like that meant much, he teetered back and forth from really feeling it and trying to resist. He did his best but it wasn’t good enough. Scourge gripped whatever he could on Zonic’s head, moving along with the bobbing head till he came. Not even lasting as long as he was usually able to, was his body really that starved?? How pathetic.. \n\nHe was breathing so fast, unable to think properly. He hadn’t orgasms that hard in.. god he forgot. This wasn’t a good thing, that a man of all people got him to cum like that. His eye twitched, lip bitten hard enough to draw blood. He couldn’t look at Zonic at all, just yanking the blanket over his face from sheer embarrassment.[/color]\n\n[color=#204a87]This entire act was confusing. Zonic kept going on instinct. Lapping at the hot thing in his mouth, sucking, moving his head. He had to be doing something right, because Scourge's breath was speeding up, and his half hearted protests died down. He could feel the hedgehog's hips bucking up weakly, fingers and small claws tangled tightly into his fur and spines.\n\nUnlike Scourge he had no memories to use to distract himself from how entirely weird this situation was. No he was aware of everything. Every inch he took the other in deeper. Every shiver and tremble. Zonic's ears were twitching at the noises the criminal was making. Even if he wasn't outright moaning, but just the way his breath sped up or got heavier sent Zonic's brain into overdrive.\n\nHe was so preoccupied with all the new sensations that he didn't quite register what 'I'm so close' could possibly mean for him. He knew very well what it meant as soon as his mouth was suddenly filled with hot seed,  the sticky mess running down his throat. In hindsight he figured he should have spit all that stuff out, it wasn't necessarily a great alternative for breakfast and overall it was just...wrong. But he had no time to think about what the best course of action was, so he swallowed it. All of it.\n\nThe taste was awful. It was salty and bitter and thick and it just didn't feel like something that should be swallowed. But he'd already committed to it so it was too late now. A shiver ran through his body after all of it was gone, and he almost frantically wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Not that it made the taste go away. Without another word he got up from the floor, only now he noticed that his knees hurt, not that it mattered. He grabbed his uniform while walking past the bedroom and hurried into the bathroom.\n\nHis reflection in the mirror gave his confused mind another shock. His muzzle was about as red as it had been the day before and his ears were folded back almost as if in submission. The fact that he just had his first sexual interaction with someone was overshadowed by the fact that... his entire body felt like it was on fire.\n\nWhat shocked him wasn't the fact that he'd just sucked off Scourge, but that he felt his heart racing as it did when he was running. Not that his first sexual experience had been with a convicted criminal, but that he wanted to... do it again?\n\nHe was not going to take the car to work today. He had to run. Within a minute or two he'd thrown on his uniform. Ignoring the unwelcome heat and tingling underneath his skin. He washed out his mouth with some water and  another minute later he was out the front door. Running. As if he could run away from what'd just happened. As if he could escape the memory of Scourge's fast breath echoing through his head, or the remnants of his taste and the sensation of having him in his mouth.\n\nZonic felt, with a good portion of regret, that he'd probably just made his living with Scourge infinitely harder to endure. He had to shake off the memory of this experience before he started to crave to repeat it. It wasn't that he liked Scourge. He didn't like him. He didn't find him attractive in that way. What he craved was the new, the exciting, the adrenaline, the forbidden. Anything that felt like breaking the rules of his always correct and restricted life.\n\nJust that he felt like this about -sucking off scourge- was all kinds of wrong.\n\nAnd so he ran to work, and it took him hours before he could actually focus on what he was doing. Lunch break came much much faster than he could prepare himself. But he -had- to return home. Only opening the front door suddenly felt so much harder than it should. How was Scourge gonna act towards him now. Was he gonna mention it? Would they just act like it didn't happen?\n\nHe opened the door and quietly entered his house. Unsure what to say, or what to expect.[/color]\n[center][b]\nTBC...[/b][/center]","writing_bbcode_parsed":"
CHAPTER VI


Every single word coming from Scourge's mouth felt like daggers pushed under his skin. Slowly and as painfully as possible. He couldn't say anything. There was too much truth in everything Scourge said. There was too much guilt in Zonic's mind to speak up. The green hedgehog had every right to be angry.

Still he wanted to say something. Wanted to yell how it wasn't true. That he just -couldn't- do more. That he did act once he saw it happening. That he cared about what was going on to the point of having nightmares about it. But how could he? Because in the end Scourge wasn't wrong. He didn't do enough. He saved Scourge but what about the others? He'd only paid attention to the screens in the first place because Scourge was a familiar face. Because he was a Sonic. Because he was special. Had he taken a step back and looked at the full picture would he have seen more such violence happening? He couldn't take everyone in who was being tortured like this.

He didn't flinch when he was told to get out. But he did as he was told. Zonic just couldn't... -say- anything. Everything he could say would sound like mockery or pity or excuses. He closed the door behind himself so gently that it didn't make a sound. And then he just stood there again. His mind was racing but his body wasn't moving.

Had he lost his righteous way somewhere along the lines. Should he be doing more? Was 'My superiors don't let me' just an excuse in the end? And more importantly did he have the freedom to actually change something? How would other Sonics deal with this situation? Would they give up everything to... to do what exactly? He couldn't -close- the jail. There was no other place to keep all these criminals. To change the Jail's management he'd need the law on his side. He couldn't just... waltz in there and act on his own or it'd all be for naught. Any evidence he came up with would be ignored in court because he didn't acquire it in a legal way. All that'd happen was... well. He'd lose his job.

He let himself sink on the couch, his legs drawn to his chest, staring at some point at the wall. Sonics were free. In more than one universe they were freedom fighters or resistance. Even scourge, with his anti-freedom fighters was, in the end, free. And then there was him. And he was bound by chains of law, commanded by his superiors no matter if he agreed with them or not, and if something was really going wrong... what could he do?

Not once in his life had he felt so powerless before. He couldn't even imagine what it felt like for Scourge. Scourge's level of powerlessness was... so much more. Nobody was on his side. He didn't have his powers to rely on either... he was at the mercy of those surrounding him. And clearly he hadn't been surrounded by anyone merciful in the past months.

Zonic felt restless. He hated this feeling. He wanted to do something right now but... he just couldn't figure out what. What could he do? Couldn't he do anything at all. Either way he couldn't do anything alone. He had to talk to his friends from work about it. Zally, his direct superior for example, maybe she'd come up with something. He just didn't know how to ask her without talking about Scourge. She was even more bound by law than he was... if he told her about Scourge... would she send him back in there? But then she wasn't a monster. He felt like he had to take the risk. He'd invite her, outside of work, have a talk with her. She was usually much better at strategizing than he was, so maybe she'd come up with something.

He took a deep breath and turned his head to look at the digital clock on his wall. He'd been sitting here for an hour and a half just staring at the wall. He wanted nothing more than to check on Scourge. Just to see if he'd fallen asleep but he'd been kicked out and he was sure that the prisoner didn't want to see him at all right now. So he refrained from taking a look. Instead he lay down on his couch and tried to sleep himself.

Sleep definitely didn't come easy to him that night. And when his alarm went off he felt like he hadn't slept at all. With a small groan he pawed at his alarmclock to make it shut up. Two minutes later however he managed to get up. There was no doubt in his mind that the bags underneath his eyes would be a match for Scourge's. Curiosity and worry finally won over and he walked to his bedroom door, opening it with as little sound as he could manage.

The lack of any response was enough to prove his point. And good! He didn’t wanna hear whatever shit that Zonic would have flying out of his mouth right now. No one was going to tell him different that all of this was just something that needed rules and regulations to figure out. Law enforcement and rules were just shitty ways for people to control others, while the ones making them could bypass every goddamn law they make. It was sickening and never did Scourge feel more nauseated than he did now.

He looked up once the tears stopped, huffing angrilyat the door only to slowly push himself back up and lean back into the pillow on the other end. He flinched hard once he straightened back out, more crackling noises from his shaky ribs, the pain felt more intense now that the adrenaline from that moment was draining. He stated up at the ceiling for a while, it didn’t feel good... hell, he knew this wasn’t gonna feel good at all. The way this whole new situation went down just spelled trouble for them both. Not one bit of it made a lick of sense.

Still, it beat being in prison and suuuure saying ‘thanks for the rescue after being fucked yo so many times’ was a great way to rub salt in the wounds, but Scourge didn’t ask for this. He never asked for anyone else’s help cause he didn’t expect it. He knew how he was seen by others, knew that no one would believe him even if it happened right in front of them. Zonic May have done something but he knew it was just because Scourge was a familiar face... what other reason was there? He doubted Zonic spent any time with other criminals he’d caught due to them just being your usual bad guy. No threat, no specialty to them. Just plain ol’ dumbasses. He looked down at his body.. he was a Sonic after all...

It was a little upsetting but he was glad for that fact for once. It’s not like Scourge cared about the wellbeing of the other scum in that prison, none of them mattered. He didn’t care about the safety regulations or how management needed change, he only cared about himself and all the shit he put up with. He hated that he had to go through that, despised that it was no secret and just about everyone knew. It burned him to his very core... it hurt.

As the thoughts settled, Scourge felt himself fall asleep, never disturbed. He couldn’t remember the dream he had, something about strangling Smalls or Zonic, they blurred together... his ear flicked when the door opened but he kept his eyes closed, not wanting to be moved... he’d move himself if he could. If anything, the slight frown on his face sort of gave it away that he was partially awake.

Zonic hesitated for a moment but after a while he entered the room. "Scourge." He said quietly, watching the green one's face. The criminal was awake he could see his ears twitch and his frown deepen. "I'm going to make breakfast..." He mumbled, rubbing the back of his head. What could he say? What did he want to say? That Scourge had opened his eyes? That he was going to do something about the state of the Zone Jail? But he wasn't sure. It was so much easier to just sweep last night's conversation under some carpet and never speak of it again. Not to Scourge anyway.

For now he just stood there, waiting for some kind of reaction, and when he didn't get one he left the room again. He went back to his couch preparing it for the day. It was one of these sofas that could be turned into a bed in a few steps. And a relatively comfortable one at that. Sure it wasn't as good as his actual bed but it wasn't bad either.

Zonic went back to the bedroom to fetch some pillows. He knew he had to bring Scourge to the living room as well but... he was procrastinating. Maybe he could make breakfast first. Not that he felt hungry, but maybe his prisoner did.

With a small sigh he shook his head. This was pathetic, he was doing what he could, he shouldn't feel this guilty. After all he was going to do something about Zone Jail, right? He was gonna. He just... hadn't done it yet. He hadn't completely lost his way.

"You can keep pretending that you're asleep but I'll carry you over there now." He said, his voice a little more firm than it had been earlier. And after he'd finished talking he  leaned over Scourge once again, sliding one hand behind his back, the other under his knees, to lift him up. The blanket was still covering scourge and he just lifted both up at once. Why bother to go twice, he thought. He still didn't quite know what to say, why was this so hard? Instead he was hyperfocused on what Scourge felt like in his arms. He was light, still. Maybe too light. And he felt so much smaller than he was while tensed up like this. His fur was scruffy and could probably use some brushing. But at least he was warm and breathing which, strangely enough, felt really comforting to Zonic.

He gently sat Scourge down on the couch-bed. "You really need to wake up now. I need to explain things to you."

Pretending to be asleep was actually pretty hard, especially when Zonic had the gall to pick him up. Why couldn’t he just leave him in the room?? Wasn’t like he could get up on his own anyways. He’d just sleep all day if he could... but food and bathroom needs were a thing and he knew he’d struggle with that by himself. The automatic response to being held hadn’t let up one bit. Scourge didn’t trust Zonic even more now, his frown was as deep as his could go. Eyes still closed and teeth tightly clenched together. He made a low growl noise, turning from Zonic as he pushed some distance between them again.

He had to do it, he had to swing. The moment he was hovered over his next resting place, his first met with Zonic’s cheek. He knew he’d get dropped and this was as gracefully as he’d fall. He landed on one of his elbows as well as his upper back. It hurt but the pain was worth it. He glared at Zonic.

“I got so many more where that came from.” He said in a deep tone. He coughed, over exertion from a measly punch was laughable but in his state it was probably the best use of his limit strength. “Go ahead and try to save your ass. You won’t be forgive if that’s what you’re after, mutt” he couldn’t help but be mean, it was in his to lash out. In his mind that punch was well deserved. He wanted to do it again, but swing his arm would take all he had and he was already out of breath. Pathetic.

The punch came out of nowhere, took him completely off guard and he dropped Scourge. He stumbled backwards, confused, holding his cheek. The punch hadn't been very strong, nor had it been very painful. But it definitely left him wide eyed, staring at Scourge who'd fallen onto the couch and probably hurt himself worse.

His confusion however didn't last long and what followed was rage. Not because he'd been punched. The punch hadn't hurt anyway. What ticked him off was the fact that Scourge just couldn't give up. It was painful to watch. "I don't need to be forgiven by the likes of you." He said, and maybe his voice was a bit more chilly than he wanted it to be.

"If you want to fight you better heal up faster. Punching back right now would feel like kicking a puppy. You can't even hold a fork without trembling, don't make me laugh. I'll let you fight me when you can stand on your own two legs again. I don't have time for your temper tantrum." He turned around, walking into the kitchen to find whatever food he had. In the end he brought the entire microwave to the couch and set it up next to scourge, dropping a stack of tv dinners on top of it. "Bon appetit."

This whole interaction was exhausting and upsetting. Why couldn't they just work out? Why couldn't they just have a little truce? Why did it -have- to be complicated with Scourge. He knew he had to get ready for work. His time in the mornings was limited. But somehow he felt like he couldn't leave it like this. He walked past the couch throwing Scourge the Tv remote. "You can figure this out yourself!" he said and sat down next to scourge. Close enough for the criminal to be able to easily reach him should he want to. He wasn't afraid.

"We had a deal remember? No chains for you and proper food if you stop hurting yourself and don't listen to what I say. So I suppose you made your point. I wasn't aware you were so into being restrained." He said calmly. "That means you're going to the bathroom now and I spend my lunch break here so you can go again. Other than that You'll be in chains. That's what you wanted, isn't it?"

There it was, that anger. Scourge felt he’d get a punch back, a kick to the gut or the pull of his spines. Something -ANYTHING- that said there’d be a fight. But no... again, Zonic held his ground, simply yelling instead of hitting. How was he able to keep himself from beating the shit out of someone so defenseless? Scourge didn’t get it, he was free game and he was ready to be hit. Why did he want that... to provoke him.

He huffed again, looking away as he struggled to prop himself up again, seeing the microwave, TV dinners and now the remote all beside him. He wanted to move back as soon as Zonic sat down..he was too close and it was annoying him already. He wasn’t about to do anything else, too exhausted ... god this situation was just irritating.

“So that’s your final warning or are you actually gonna do it? You sound like you really wanna chain me up.” Part of him didn’t care but he had to calm down. He got his punch in... it was okay to relax. Scourge did his best to flatten his spines, turning from the cop only to get tired again. Too much energy was used and now he was paying for it. He laid back, grumbling. “Just take me to go piss and you can leave. Whatever, I’ll just sit here and brood. I got my hit in... for now.” He crosses his arms, merely to rub them for comfort. Not gonna apologize or say he’d let up on being angry. He’d just... surprise the other.

Zonic looked at Scourge, contemplating his words for a moment. At least he'd seemed to have calmed down. "I don't know if I want to trust you." He said calmly and sat up straight, sliding a hand behind Scourge's back again. "Your first warning was your last warning." With that he lifted the prisoner up, carrying him to the bathroom and sitting him down on the toilet.

"For now I'll get you a chain that's long enough for you to move around with. If you do nonsense like this again I'll make the chains a lot shorter and if you insist on getting on my nerves 24/7 there is a nice private cell right out that door over there that'll be all yours. I can even fix you to the bed over night if you want. I don't want to. Because I don't want to see you unable to move. But that doesn't mean I won't do it." His voice was completely calm now. He was stating the facts as if he was reading a boring article in some glossy magazine.

"I trust you can do this stuff yourself, I don't feel like touching you more than necessary even if you're basically me from another dimension. Oh and brush your pretty teeth. Since you were strong enough to punch me I assume you're strong enough to do -that- as well. The green toothbrush is yours. Call when you're done." He closed the door, leaving Scourge alone in the bathroom to go and search for his long chain. Well, not search, of course. He knew exactly where everything in his house was. Including that chain. It was a solid 10 meters long and tied to two very sturdy cuffs. He'd had this chain for a long time, but never used it. Not that he was into chains in general. All kinds of restraints felt like awful inventions to him. Awful but necessary.

He remembered getting himself knocked out and tied up once, and he'd nearly lost his mind. He'd been in a dark place, his feet and arms were restrained with energy chains, nothing he could break free from. It'd taken 3 days until he was saved. And all because he'd acted on his own volition. It'd been around the very start of his career. He'd been more hotheaded then. He'd thought he could do it all alone. Catch every criminal by himself. He'd thought he was better, faster, stronger, smarter, than all his coworkers. And he paid the price for his arrogance. Learned his lesson the hard way. He could hardly remember the days he had been confined. No matter how hard he tried, all he could recall was the moment the chains came off and his feet hit the floor again. Then the street. Then some beach's sand. He ran and ran and ran to make up for the lost time. And he just never got tired of running.

After that he'd been reprimanded by his superior, and had joined an existing two man team. Zespio and Zector. It'd been hard to get used to the teamwork, but everything was better than getting restrained again.

Either way his relationship to chains was still... not the best. Putting them on others was alright with him, but putting chains on another Sonic felt wrong. He hated it, and he was sure Scourge hated it more. But this had been the deal and he couldn't go back on it. All he could do was to go relatively easy on the criminal. For now. Hoping it'd last.

One side of the chain was fixed to the Couch's leg, the other end he took along to the bathroom. Where he waited.

He was actually gonna do it, chain him up... scourge wasn’t gonna lie, this was a little unexpected. He knew the Cop could threaten, but to go through with his threats, a different story. Being the ‘good guy’ there were so many limitations as to how far he or that idiot Sonic would go. The way they’d back down from being too cruel or inhumane, for example: tying up one of his other selves could run along those lines for sure. There was some length apparently, but Scourge already hated the idea. He felt his blood boil and didn’t want to take blame for the circumstances that came along with it. He grumbled under his breath, now sitting on a cold cold toilet seat.

It was even more demeaning having to sit and pee! He hated this so much, still all too aware how little control he had over the situation. God he wanted to scream, to make a bigger fuss but ugh, he was already getting chained up. He had to control himself now... at least till he healed up. He was promised a fight then. He took his time, glaring at the door, hoping that Zonic wasn’t listening to him piss. Flushing the toilet didn’t make it much better. So embarrassing...

Getting up was even harder than he could imagine. It’s been a while since he sat upright with his feet dangling down from a ledge. The seat on the balcony at least had his legs propped up. He struggled to get off the seat, using one of his better hands to lift himself from where he was. Each attempt was harder than the last, ending with him falling ass first into the toilet bowl. He yelped loudly, cold water consuming his lower half as his legs and arms and upper body were propped out of the bowl. “AGH! FUCKIN GET IN HERE!!”

Zonic flinched at the loud noise from inside the bathroom and as Scourge actually called for him he dropped the chain to the ground and entered the room. The sight waiting for him -would- have been comical if it hadn't been so very obvious how humiliating this was for Scourge.

So he said nothing, and didn't even grin. Instead he quickly walked over to the prisoner, wrapping one arm around his upper body and dragged him out of the toilet. Holding scourge's body flush to his own he had enough stability to use his second hand to reach for a towel. He already felt incredibly guilt again just from knowing where he was gonna touch Scourge. But it had to be done. There was just no nice way to go about this.

Holding Scourge tightly he dried off the fur on his lower half, he was gentle of course, but he tried to hurry too. This was probably a nightmare for the other hedgehog.

"I'll hurry... I'm sorry. I guess standing up is still impossible. I overestimated your healing speed." He said quietly and while talking he was painfully aware of just how close his face was to Scourge's ears. He didn't want to raise his voice at all. Were chains really necessary if Scourge couldn't even get up? Maybe they could wait a little longer? "I guess a chain won't do much while you're in this state, after all."

Instantly, Scourge has his head turned away from Zonic, switching sides when he came over to his aid. He wanted to cry, but nothing like this was enough to warrant the tears after all he endured. When being lifted, he almost made a noise. Shivering from the cool air that hit as soon as he was up on his two legs he was ready to breathe again but the towel... the closeness. He began to panic again.

He closed his eyes, giving off a low growl just as a warning, but it wasn’t going to stop Zonic of course. He needed to be dried, that was just common sense. Even the apology didn’t reach his ears despite Zonic’s breath brushing against them. Scourge hated this, feeling as though he was back in his cell again.

‘Stay still’, there was no subtly in his voice as his large hands grabbed both of Scourges arms, placing them about the hedgehogs head. The pavement was cold, not as bad as his bed of coils, but enough to hurt from this angle. He kept kicking, wriggling his body as much as he could to resist the obviously much larger inmate. Just seeing his unsightly size a little too close almost made him gag. ‘Didn’t I just say—‘

Scourge’s foot met with Smalls’ jawline, a kick so loud it probably could be heard next door.

‘Oh now you’ve done it...’ his voice got so threatening, way less ridiculous than Scourge was used to. As if the cat wasn’t already strong enough, his grip tightened, his other hand reached for Scourge’s neck, now choking all the air out of his throat. Even with how hard he was struggling, he still needed oxygen. He could feel the other get closer, an unsettling lack of distance make Scourge tense up. He could feel... it, poking around for an entry. His eyes were so wide, tears were forming, he refused. Trying to scream for help wouldn’t do. Not this again, make it stop.

He must’ve been breathing pretty hard, a lot less distance than he remembered. Scourge had leaned in closer to Zonic, practically clinging on for dear life. his eyes clamped down so tightly, the brightness of the lights in the bathroom burned. He was shaking, the comfort of Zonic’s spines seemed to at least help bring him back to where he was. His legs had almost given in, as gentle as Zonic was being, it still caused a reaction.

A flashback like that shouldn’t have made his body act this way, made him weak for something like that. He really wanted to cry now, nothing about those events felt good, so why did this happen? It couldn’t have been anything pertaining to what HE himself wanted to do... no.

“P-Put me back in the bed...! Don’t look at me.. just leave already.” Yeah, that’s all he wanted was to be left alone. Not be seen like this.

In the beginning Scourge reacted just like Zonic had expected he would. He tensed up. Turned his face away. Started to tremble. But then something happened the cop hadn't expected at all. He could feel the criminal clinging to him, like a drowning man to driftwood. And that wasn't all the surprises he got.

To prevent Scourge from slipping to the floor he had to hold him close. Close enough to feel just about everything the green one's body was doing. His heart was racing and skipping, which could be credited to fear. His temperature rising, which... was strange but it could also just be the adrenaline. When he felt something hard against his lower half however he had no logical explanation.

First he thought his mind was playing tricks on him. But there was no doubt, no other explanation. He could feel his own skin shiver at the thought. It wasn't... bad, however. He was a lot less disturbed than he should be. Maybe due to the fact that they shared a nearly identical body. That they were two sides of the same coin. A very strange coin with an illogically high number of sides, but that was besides the point. He dropped the towel and put his second arm under Scourge's butt, pulling him even closer, lifting him off the ground.

He swallowed and the tips of his ears heated up at the friction. His thoughts were running at supersonic speeds. What was he gonna do? Just bring Scourge to bed and leave him like he demanded? But what would happen? He couldn't really deal with this... 'problem' himself. He couldn't even eat on his own. Wouldn't it be frustrating? Zonic hardly ever had these kinds of problems himself. And if he did, well he could deal with them, it was more of a necessity. A chore. But at least it helped him sleep whenever it happened. He wasn't sure what would happen if it -wasn't- taken care of, though.

And since Scourge was in no position to do anything, maybe it was his duty to... what a weird thought.

He sat Scourge on the couch, his feet still on the ground. Whatever his decision was gonna be he had to decide fast, his work was going to start soon and he didn't want to get reprimanded for arriving on foot instead of by car, just because it was faster.

Scourge looked as miserable and humiliated as he'd expected he'd look. And of course he couldn't help but look at his lower regions as well. Part of him wanted to ask 'why' but he knew he wouldn't get a proper answer. Chances were Scourge didn't know. "I can't... just leave you like this." He said rubbing the back of his own head. He wanted to do something. Anything. Scourge hated being touched. For good reasons his hands unsettled him. So that wasn't an option. He'd probably just get punched again.

And even though he'd never thought the day would come, now he recalled the one adult film Zector made him watch. There was -something- he could do.

"I can't leave you like this. You can't do anything about it by yourself." This time his voice sounded less unsure. He'd made up his mind. Even though all of this was new and strange and probably very very wrong. Part of it was also exhilarating, though. This was entirely undiscovered territory for Zonic. He had no idea what he was doing. Well, almost. He -had- seen that one movie. And his memory was excellent.

"You can punch me if I do something you hate. I won't use my hands. I won't hurt you." He said after he'd made up his mind. Zonic dropped to his knees, his hands behind his back. And even though his heart felt like it was going to hop out of his chest and run away he leaned forwards. Before he really knew what he was doing he'd pressed his tongue against Scourge's shaft and moved his head up until he could close his lips around the other's hot tip. He felt his skin shiver, but not because it was disgusting. Not at all actually. He very quickly decided that he minded neither the taste nor the texture. And he was sure there was time for questioning his own morals later.

“Yes you can, I’ll be fine!” His prostrating was quite weak, as if he wasn’t sure what he wanted the other to do. It wasn’t like his arms were entirely useless, but after that display a moment ago, of course Zonic would think Scourge was completely incapable of doing anything. Still, the whole situation was uncomfortable, horribly timed and just plain annoying. There wasn’t anything he wanted to do more than to disappear.

“You rubbed me the wrong way, now look what happened!” He just settled blame on Zonic. It was better than admitting a mere flashback was the reason. A flashback of something he hated, yet his body betrayed him. Why did that happen? It’s not like he enjoyed being raped, it was never a good time, and he wished it never happened. He felt himself sniffing at the thought, eyes blurring up but he refused to let any tears drop. When he was set down, he scrambled for sheets, yanking them over till seeing Zonic get down on his knees.

“The fuck are you doing..??” He froze up, tempted to kick Zonic in the face. “I said go!” He frowned, now not sure what to do. His body felt so much more different than his mind. No he did not want it, and it’s not like he got a million blowjobs in prison, nah he was the one giving them against his will and it was the worst. This wasnt an entirely new feeling, tho he couldn’t remember the last time Fiona and him had a moment like this, a moment where they explored intimacy and...

No, wait this wasn’t the time to reminisce on such things—

Scourge flinched, his body couldn’t resist tongue. He almost gave up right there but he was a fighter. He growled, shaky legs unable to decide to clamp shut or widen. He was so confused, thinking of so many instance where this all felt wrong and disgusting. He had his fair share of good times definitely but were all shadowed over from the recent abuse. Not like this was going to erase months—he didn’t know how long he was there— of bad experiences. The scars were still there, the memories lived on, but this...

“Zonic..! Stop..!” His voice was low, almost whiny. He was trying his best to resist, it took everything in his to push at Zonic’s head but his attempts were so weak, there was barely any impact at all. How upsetting. It’s not like he wanted this, not like he missed it. Far from it, actually. He knew he wanted it to stop yet the sensations took hold so quickly, almost like in prison where he’d just succumb to it to avoid any further beatings. He was so weak willed now, thought he had the ability to resist even a sensation like this but it was near impossible. He couldn’t stop the feeling from taking over, could ignore what it made him feel like, it was there and very obvious.

He felt like a mess, a puddle of nothing just allowing whatever to just happen to him. He was scared, no way he’d admit it but he was frightened that more was going to happen. Didn’t Zonic have work?? Shouldn’t he leave? Why did he care so much if Scourge had a stiffy or not?? This wasn’t a life or death situation, he didn’t need assistance. He’d live but god he couldn’t just make it stop as much as he wanted to. His legs slowly began to widen, his hips lifted from the couch and his head tilted back. Maybe he could recall one instance he and Fiona had some alone time, her mouth was so warm... much like Zonic’s. Why did -His- mouth feel like heaven... no this was a guy, a man that felt the need to take care of -every- aspect scourge could easily do on his own.. except use the bathroom.

There was no reason for his... and regardless of his ‘mindful approach’ not using his hands, it was still uncomfortable overall.

“I’ll... I’ll kill you..!” His whimpers we’re barely audible, but his body was on fire, demanding to have more. This was much different than the times in prison, they were morphed with pain and force, yet Zonic was so gentle and quick. He hated it, he hated that this stood out as soft to him. Easier to ease into. No, he wasn’t going to...

“I hate you!! I’m so.. close..!!” It wasn’t like that meant much, he teetered back and forth from really feeling it and trying to resist. He did his best but it wasn’t good enough. Scourge gripped whatever he could on Zonic’s head, moving along with the bobbing head till he came. Not even lasting as long as he was usually able to, was his body really that starved?? How pathetic..

He was breathing so fast, unable to think properly. He hadn’t orgasms that hard in.. god he forgot. This wasn’t a good thing, that a man of all people got him to cum like that. His eye twitched, lip bitten hard enough to draw blood. He couldn’t look at Zonic at all, just yanking the blanket over his face from sheer embarrassment.

This entire act was confusing. Zonic kept going on instinct. Lapping at the hot thing in his mouth, sucking, moving his head. He had to be doing something right, because Scourge's breath was speeding up, and his half hearted protests died down. He could feel the hedgehog's hips bucking up weakly, fingers and small claws tangled tightly into his fur and spines.

Unlike Scourge he had no memories to use to distract himself from how entirely weird this situation was. No he was aware of everything. Every inch he took the other in deeper. Every shiver and tremble. Zonic's ears were twitching at the noises the criminal was making. Even if he wasn't outright moaning, but just the way his breath sped up or got heavier sent Zonic's brain into overdrive.

He was so preoccupied with all the new sensations that he didn't quite register what 'I'm so close' could possibly mean for him. He knew very well what it meant as soon as his mouth was suddenly filled with hot seed,  the sticky mess running down his throat. In hindsight he figured he should have spit all that stuff out, it wasn't necessarily a great alternative for breakfast and overall it was just...wrong. But he had no time to think about what the best course of action was, so he swallowed it. All of it.

The taste was awful. It was salty and bitter and thick and it just didn't feel like something that should be swallowed. But he'd already committed to it so it was too late now. A shiver ran through his body after all of it was gone, and he almost frantically wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Not that it made the taste go away. Without another word he got up from the floor, only now he noticed that his knees hurt, not that it mattered. He grabbed his uniform while walking past the bedroom and hurried into the bathroom.

His reflection in the mirror gave his confused mind another shock. His muzzle was about as red as it had been the day before and his ears were folded back almost as if in submission. The fact that he just had his first sexual interaction with someone was overshadowed by the fact that... his entire body felt like it was on fire.

What shocked him wasn't the fact that he'd just sucked off Scourge, but that he felt his heart racing as it did when he was running. Not that his first sexual experience had been with a convicted criminal, but that he wanted to... do it again?

He was not going to take the car to work today. He had to run. Within a minute or two he'd thrown on his uniform. Ignoring the unwelcome heat and tingling underneath his skin. He washed out his mouth with some water and  another minute later he was out the front door. Running. As if he could run away from what'd just happened. As if he could escape the memory of Scourge's fast breath echoing through his head, or the remnants of his taste and the sensation of having him in his mouth.

Zonic felt, with a good portion of regret, that he'd probably just made his living with Scourge infinitely harder to endure. He had to shake off the memory of this experience before he started to crave to repeat it. It wasn't that he liked Scourge. He didn't like him. He didn't find him attractive in that way. What he craved was the new, the exciting, the adrenaline, the forbidden. Anything that felt like breaking the rules of his always correct and restricted life.

Just that he felt like this about -sucking off scourge- was all kinds of wrong.

And so he ran to work, and it took him hours before he could actually focus on what he was doing. Lunch break came much much faster than he could prepare himself. But he -had- to return home. Only opening the front door suddenly felt so much harder than it should. How was Scourge gonna act towards him now. Was he gonna mention it? Would they just act like it didn't happen?

He opened the door and quietly entered his house. Unsure what to say, or what to expect.

TBC...
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