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There were no words, no anything. Just pure silence aside from Zonic shuffling from bathroom then suddenly out the front door. It took a long while before Scourge even opened his eyes again, lifting the blanket and looking around just to be sure there was no one else around. He heard the other leave, he knew he had been gone for a while. He was free for a little bit... so that meant he could just... do whatever, right?\n\nSure, if he wasn’t so exhausted and felt like a melted pile of goo, he’d try to get up and make himself something better than a damn TV dinner. He huffed, the stench of cum entered his nose, sending him flashing images of shit that happened before, but they were quick to disappear, seeing his Lower half still shaking from the climax. He frowned at it, cursing his dick for ever reacting to something like that, for ever cumming to the likes of Zonic. It was embarrassing and gross. No guy would ever enjoy something so heinous. \n\nHe attempted to get off the bed but there was no energy left. He just laid there in a reluctant afterglow. It was irritating but he had to put up with the weird feeling of it all. Scourge decided he wasn’t hungry, he didn’t need tv, he just wanted to sleep. After all, such things like that did tire him out pretty fast. Scourge ended up taking a nap for a couple hours, remaining in one spot after he had gotten a lot more comfortable (save for needed to wipe himself with the sheets hoping to get rid of any trace of Zonic at all). He curled up, hating the fact he’d wake up here and there, especially when he heard Zonic come back. He felt his face flare up in heat, he tensed and blinked, trying to pull the blanket over his face despite being overly warm. No... he wanted him gone longer. \n\n“Agh... go away, perv..!”[/color]\n\n[color=#204a87]Zonic felt his muzzle heat up at being called a perv. Was he one? Probably. No one in his right mind would go down on someone he didn't even like. Especially not since he was a cop and Scourge a criminal, and... so may other reasons. The point was. He was clearly not in his right mind.\n\nHe walked up to the couch and stayed still. \"Stop whining.\" He didn't sound quite as convincing as he wanted to sound. \"why are you hiding? I'm the one who wants to hide.\" He mumbled and forced himself to walk around the couch. Seeing that the stack of meals hadn't changed in the slightest was.... almost expected.\n\n\"Hey.\" He grabbed the blanket and pulled it off of Scourge, only to find the criminal just as flushed as he was himself. \"I... Look... Look I promise I'm not a pervert. I don't have this kinda hobby.\" This was excruciating. He took off his helmet and sat it next to him on the Coffee Table.\n\n\"I won't do it again. So...\" He stopped talking. Could he really trust himself? He'd tasted blood. He wanted more. But he couldn't do something like this to Scourge. The hedgehog was traumatized by his time in prison, and hated him to make matters worse. But still... some small part of him thought 'but he liked it this time, maybe he'll like it again'.\n\n\"I won't do it again.\" He repeated, this time with more conviction. He was a cop for pity's sake. Scourge was an awful influence. He showed him sides of himself that he didn't want to know, that he'd kept under lockdown for most of his life. Sides he didn't want to rediscover.\n\n\"I promise. So calm down.... calm down and eat. Or your healing will take -even- longer and I'd really prefer you doing things on your own from now on. Taking off your collar would speed it up, but I can't do that. You'd run at the first chance you get. Obviously... I can't allow that.\"[/color]\n\n[color=#4e9a06]What Scourge had hoped would happen was Zonic would just go about his day and not talk to him, but no, he came right over to the goddamn couch and pestered him. He felt panic, looking around under the blanket for a way to escape but he knew he wasn’t going anywhere. He cursed himself and this couch, the house, the day, Zonic, just about anything that came to mind. \n\nWith the blanket yanked off of him, he tried sitting up, about to yell at the cop. Agh... this was weird. He hadn’t seen Zonic’s face while he gave him that blowjob, he didn’t want to see it, but now he was imagining just what that face looked like in between his legs. Bobbing back and forth with some kind of desire to finish despite not even being attracted to Scourge. It was weird, seeing a face that looked identical to his own but... better. No. \n\nIf he had the energy, he’d punch Zonic again. Right across the jaw, smack dab into his peach cheek. He frowned again, feeling no words leave his mouth. He growled, eye twitching once he felt his face burn from the blush. \n\n“Why’d you do it in the first place?! You had no right! I never said you could! Ya know what that makes ya?? A fuckin rapist! A rapist cop! No better than the scum in that prison, ya happy about that?? Ya feel proud? What?? Are you gay or something?? Ya like suckin cock?” He just kept talkin, asking questions that wouldn’t really get any answers. “It didn’t feel good by the way, felt gross! I hated every second so yeah!! You better not do it again!”[/color]\n\n[color=#204a87]Zonic's face got paler rapidly as Scourge kept accusing him. He felt sick. He didn't want Scourge to be right with what he was saying, but part of him agreed. He hadn't asked for permission. And all of this was new to him. Could it be true that Scourge hadn't enjoyed it at all?\n\nHe started pacing. \"You're right. What I did to you qualifies as sexual assault.\" Zonic forced himself to sit on the couch's corner. His brain was running through the laws he'd studied all his life. \"Technically I'd have to turn myself in. But. I can't do that because it'd be your ticket back into prison. So I suppose it's in your best interest too when I don't go and give up my job and face the law for this. So... I just promise I won't do again. So work with me and stop sabotaging your healing process. The faster you heal the sooner.\"\n\nIt wasn't easy to stay calm about all this. He felt so torn apart. He felt awful for subjecting Scourge to more of what had him traumatized already. He felt guilty for breaking laws. But he also... wanted to do it again. Obviously he wouldn't. He wasn't like these monsters in prison. He knew it was wrong. And he was not going to repeat his mistake. It was bad enough that it'd happened in the first place.\n\nZonic let out a long sigh. He felt so tired again and it was only just after noon. But something about Scourge just tired him out at sonic speed. Had life always been this complicated?\n\nAnd there was something more that sent his thoughts running. Was he gay? Did it even matter? What mattered more was the question: Was he interested in -Scourge- of all people. The thought itself was ridiculous. There was no way right? It was probably the fact that Scourge meant a change in his life, that he reminded him of the freedom he had to give up. Everything about the criminal was an adrenaline rush. He doubted that he was into Scourge as such. More than anything this was new and exciting and he didn't really know how to deal with any of it. The unfortunate truth was however that, yes, he did definitely not dislike doing what he'd done earlier. \"Look I've never done anything like this before. I don't really know what to think about all this either. You're right to be angry at me.\"[/color]\n\n[color=#4e9a06]His words obviously got to Zonic and it felt good to see him pace and panic over the revelation. Something about making Zonic feel bad made Scourge feel better, more on top. He felt himself for a moment but then huffed as he turned away. Sure, he didn’t have much control over any of this, but this tiny form of pushing Zonic into an internal crisis was better than nothing. Scourge was no master manipulator, but he at least knew how to get under people’s skin. That was all that counted for now, his best form of attack in his current state. He crossed his legs, covering his legs with the blanket so his lower half was hidden. \n\nThe green hog turned his nose up to the air, crossing his arms and spoke in a condescending tone.\n\n“Yeah you better say that. You better feel bad about that cause you’re no better than the others— n-not that… not that something like that would happen to me.” He blushed, looking down at the floor. “Can’t believe you’d break the law and not even turn yourself in… that’s abusing your power, ya know. Where’s your moral ground anyways??” Geez, there was just so much to work with and more ammo kept being applied. Scourge was so… confused at that last part.\n\n“You sayin you’re a virgin?? Or that you never did this stuff with a guy?” He started to think, rubbing his chin and peeled up. “Is that what this is? Lil virgin boy ain’t never had any intimacy so he steals a prisoner from one of the biggest jails in the multidimension to get his dick wet huh? No girl will take you so you settle for a male criminal? Woooow, that’s a new low, copper. Did you like it?? You didn’t stop when I told you… you must’ve liked it. Gross.”[/color]\n\n[color=#204a87]The storm of accusations seemed to be never ending. Of course, however, that was in Scourge's nature, and his only defense right now. And feeling as guilty as he did, Zonic just took it. \"If I turn myself in you go back to prison, are you stupid?\" He grumbled at the criminals teasing. And teasing it was. That, and nothing else. Scourge wanted to make him feel bad. That much was clear. Unfortunately he was doing a great job with it.\n\nWhen Scourge quieted down Zonic turned his head to look at his 'guest'. For a moment he hoped it was over, but that hope didn't even last a full minute.\n\nHis face lit up like a torch at the new stream of accusations. Within a moment he was up from the couch and back on his feet. \"That's NOT what I'm doing! I didn't save you for THAT kind of reason!! My sex life is none of your business anyway! I apologised already! I won't touch you again. And I didn't like it either!\" His voice had gotten louder by the end of it and he grabbed a tv dinner to throw it at Scourge, not aiming directly for him however. The tray landed very close to the green hog's head. \"Eat!\"\n\nHe was furious. He was no criminal. He was no perverted predator. He wasn't a creep. Scourge was just riling him up too much. This had to stop right now. Before he lost his cool and did something he really regretted. Something he'd regret more than just sucking Scourge off. He had to get distance between them. And so he grabbed his helmet and left his house, slamming the door behind himself. Ridiculous. He couldn't let the hedgehog get under his skin so much but it was nearly impossible. Scourge knew exactly which buttons to press and to make matters worse a lot of the things he said were right.\n\nAfter this 'incident', Zonic pretty much drowned himself in work. He did overtime at work, and went home only to bring Scourge food or help him to the toilet. He stopped talking to the criminal too. As much as possible at least. Tried to ignore him as much as possible. After two or three days of ignoring the criminal, it got easier. He learned to overhear his complaints and to treat, taking care of Scourge, as a job.\n\nIt got even easier after five days when Scourge's wounds had healed to the point where he could limp around on his own and do things with his arms and hands again. The leg was still in a bad shape and neither the broken ribs nor the bruises had healed but at least he could use the bathroom by himself and get food from the fridge.\n\nThe long chain was securely attached to the criminal's ankle, keeping him from going out on the balcony or reaching the front door.\n\nIt was Zonic's free day, sunday, and he came back from food shopping. Determined to make proper food today for once. For himself, mind you, not for his prisoner. As always the past few days he completely ignored Scourge as he entered the house and went straight to the kitchen. No matter how good he'd gotten at ignoring Scourge, though, he still found himself thinking about that morning and about what he did. It drove him mad. Especially when he tried to sleep.[/color]\n\n[color=#4e9a06]As the days went on, Scourge kept up with the insults, he didn’t stop with bothering Zonic as often as he could, but it seemed as though his efforts were shot down by whatever barrier Zonic decided to put up. It began to confuse Scourge why the guy would just ignore him, do his own thing in his room and leave the green hog to his own devices… he hated to say it but he felt kind of lonely. He didn’t like having so much attention before but he was pampered, taken care of and had someone to talk to. \n\nOnly now it kind of felt like the only person that ever took time to actually sit with him was Zonic but he had others that wanted to share that kind of time with him… sure they were here now, but they would be if he were free. When he was finally able to walk, Scourge refused to sit back down for what felt like a few hours. He limped around the couch, glaring at the chain but decided it didn’t matter to him much thanks to the fact he was about to get around. It was not so bad but the fact that he was chained at all was a bothersome thought. He took pride in using the bathroom on his on, got happy over the fact he could at least make his own meals. He got bored within a day and tried to search Zonic’s room for anything interesting. The room was just as bland as the cop, nothin… though one thing of course caught his interest while he was scavenging. \n\nHe never expected to find a -porno- of all things to emerge from the Cop’s drawer, didn’t think he’d find something this raunchy. He felt himself grinning, hiding it under his pillow, waiting for Zonic to leave so he could watch. Finally, some tits! With this new discovery, he was a lot more quiet after a while, his time occupied on watching it whenever he got the chance, though masturbating was a little tough… he didn’t want to admit to thinking back to how Zonic went down on him, didn’t want to admit that he saw Zonic’s face sometimes when he closed his eyes or pictured him moaning. No… the girl was fine enough.\n\nThough on the one day Zonic was free, it irritated him. He didn’t want Zonic there all day. But alas, he had to deal with a day without touching himself to heal over the incessant need to constantly please himself… he’d never felt this strongly about masturbation or needing to feel good before. He didn’t wanna assume it was due to all the sexual abuse or Zonic’s blowjob skills, he just… missed seeing girls. Yeah. Either way, he was now on edge, wanting some kind of outlet but now he had no privacy. So instead of waiting for it, he thought to make Zonic leave by doing what he did best!\n\nLimping towards the kitchen and lightly yanking the chain along with him, Scourge leaned against the wall to watch Zonic. \n\n“You’ve been ignoring me a loooot lately. Did I get you pissed off that bad? Psh…” he crossed his arms and looked at the cop up and down. “Ya making me breakfast, wife?” He… didn’t mean that in any serious way… no. It just came out to tease the guy. He acted like a housewife anyways…[/color]\n\n[color=#204a87]Zonic honestly had not the slightest idea about Scourge's shenanigans. In fact he'd completely forgotten about that Dvds existence. Not that he ever wanted to watch this awful piece of film again anyway. The plot. Ugh. It'd just make him mad again.\n\nHe didn't even look up as Scourge limped over into the kitchen. Instead he unpacked his shopping bag. A whole soup hen, vegetables, some other things he'd been missing such as milk and fruit. Zonic was trying to get away from his tv dinners. He had an exhausting job he needed to eat and sleep better. And somehow ignoring Scourge really helped him to focus on everything else. Like a child who didn't want to do his homework and started cleaning his room and helping with chores instead. Not that he admitted to himself that that was the case.\n\nHis brain was humming some commercial jingle the second Scourge started talking. A distraction that worked surprisingly well. He didn't look at Scourge. He didn't talk to him. Instead he placed a pot on his stove wiping the bottom of it with his finger, only to decide that it was too dusty and needed to be washed before he started cooking. It was a big pot. He wanted to cook chicken stew enough for a few days in advance. Unfortunately he couldn't even remember when he'd used this pot last. Had he -ever- used it? Unlikely actually.\n\nHe heard Scourge call him 'wife'. But it didn't bother him. It was just another attempt to get him mad. It wasn't going to work. Not anymore. He was nobody's wife. And Scourge would never hear, that sometimes when he lay awake in bed he yearned to explore this whole sex deal a lot more. It was much harder to ignore his body's needs after he'd gotten a first taste. He wanted to do more. Or at least his body did. And Scourge was... around. So obviously he was on his mind a lot more than he wanted to admit.\n\n\"You're in the way.\" He said calmly, walking around Scourge to fetch a cleaning rag out of a cupboard.[/color]\n\n[color=#4e9a06]Boy, did Scourge hate being ignored. He hated that Zonic was -humming- while Scourge spoke up. This asshole… he frowned more, stepping further into the kitchen and his only response was that he was in the way??? Even so, Scourge didn’t move, he didn’t have to move. He wanted to know why he was being ignored! Though it was probably obvious to anyone else, but he didn’t wanna admit his bitching made Zonic build up walls to avoid any such interaction…\n\n“Hello?? You’re just gonna keep silent huh?” It pissed him off… that fuckin attitude could be used elsewhere. “I’m practically your roomie at this point so at least say something to me won’t you? Not that I need you to… entertain me or whatever.” He frowned, looking away for a second, now feeling ultra silly for saying it like that. He didn’t need this guy to be entertained, he didn’t need him to feel validated either. He just needed the goddamn house to himself at least if Zonic wasn’t gonna provide any kind of conversation. \n\n“I musta hurt your poor wittle feewings huh? Awww I’m sooowwwyy.” He cooed, leaning towards Zonic with a gleam in his eyes. Come on, get angry. That’s all he wanted. [/color]\n\n[color=#204a87]Zonic continued his self-assigned task of wiping the dust out of his huge pot before filling it with water. He let Scourge babble on. He knew the green hog was getting increasingly more pissed over the past few days. But that was still much better than him being pissed. It was a lot more relaxing and even a little entertaining even if he didn't show it on his face.\n\nSoup hen and vegetables were put into the water along with some vegetable stock and the whole \nthing was put on the stove. Zonic leaned against the counter, reading the instructions on the hen's wrapper. It'd been ages since he'd last cooked a stew like this.\n\nScourge's annoyingly distorted voice killed his concentration and he turned his head to look at the criminal. He knew he'd been leaning on the counter right next to him but thanks to scourge leaning towards him their faces were close enough now so their noses nearly touched.\n\nZonic's heart skipped a beat or five but he didn't flinch or even blink. \"Bored? Want me to buy you some toys?\" He asked completely unimpressed by the others' taunting. All while on the inside he felt like dying. There was an awfully misplaced idea in his head that popped up after he turned his head. An idea that had absolutely no place in his head, his life, or the entire multiverse.\n\n[i]He'd never kissed before.[/i][/color]\n\n[center][b]TBC...[/b][/center]\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"CHAPTER VII
He remained under the blanket, not moving an inch even after he heard Zonic get up. There were no words, no anything. Just pure silence aside from Zonic shuffling from bathroom then suddenly out the front door. It took a long while before Scourge even opened his eyes again, lifting the blanket and looking around just to be sure there was no one else around. He heard the other leave, he knew he had been gone for a while. He was free for a little bit... so that meant he could just... do whatever, right?
Sure, if he wasn’t so exhausted and felt like a melted pile of goo, he’d try to get up and make himself something better than a damn TV dinner. He huffed, the stench of cum entered his nose, sending him flashing images of shit that happened before, but they were quick to disappear, seeing his Lower half still shaking from the climax. He frowned at it, cursing his dick for ever reacting to something like that, for ever cumming to the likes of Zonic. It was embarrassing and gross. No guy would ever enjoy something so heinous.
He attempted to get off the bed but there was no energy left. He just laid there in a reluctant afterglow. It was irritating but he had to put up with the weird feeling of it all. Scourge decided he wasn’t hungry, he didn’t need tv, he just wanted to sleep. After all, such things like that did tire him out pretty fast. Scourge ended up taking a nap for a couple hours, remaining in one spot after he had gotten a lot more comfortable (save for needed to wipe himself with the sheets hoping to get rid of any trace of Zonic at all). He curled up, hating the fact he’d wake up here and there, especially when he heard Zonic come back. He felt his face flare up in heat, he tensed and blinked, trying to pull the blanket over his face despite being overly warm. No... he wanted him gone longer.
“Agh... go away, perv..!”
Zonic felt his muzzle heat up at being called a perv. Was he one? Probably. No one in his right mind would go down on someone he didn't even like. Especially not since he was a cop and Scourge a criminal, and... so may other reasons. The point was. He was clearly not in his right mind.
He walked up to the couch and stayed still. "Stop whining." He didn't sound quite as convincing as he wanted to sound. "why are you hiding? I'm the one who wants to hide." He mumbled and forced himself to walk around the couch. Seeing that the stack of meals hadn't changed in the slightest was.... almost expected.
"Hey." He grabbed the blanket and pulled it off of Scourge, only to find the criminal just as flushed as he was himself. "I... Look... Look I promise I'm not a pervert. I don't have this kinda hobby." This was excruciating. He took off his helmet and sat it next to him on the Coffee Table.
"I won't do it again. So..." He stopped talking. Could he really trust himself? He'd tasted blood. He wanted more. But he couldn't do something like this to Scourge. The hedgehog was traumatized by his time in prison, and hated him to make matters worse. But still... some small part of him thought 'but he liked it this time, maybe he'll like it again'.
"I won't do it again." He repeated, this time with more conviction. He was a cop for pity's sake. Scourge was an awful influence. He showed him sides of himself that he didn't want to know, that he'd kept under lockdown for most of his life. Sides he didn't want to rediscover.
"I promise. So calm down.... calm down and eat. Or your healing will take -even- longer and I'd really prefer you doing things on your own from now on. Taking off your collar would speed it up, but I can't do that. You'd run at the first chance you get. Obviously... I can't allow that."
What Scourge had hoped would happen was Zonic would just go about his day and not talk to him, but no, he came right over to the goddamn couch and pestered him. He felt panic, looking around under the blanket for a way to escape but he knew he wasn’t going anywhere. He cursed himself and this couch, the house, the day, Zonic, just about anything that came to mind.
With the blanket yanked off of him, he tried sitting up, about to yell at the cop. Agh... this was weird. He hadn’t seen Zonic’s face while he gave him that blowjob, he didn’t want to see it, but now he was imagining just what that face looked like in between his legs. Bobbing back and forth with some kind of desire to finish despite not even being attracted to Scourge. It was weird, seeing a face that looked identical to his own but... better. No.
If he had the energy, he’d punch Zonic again. Right across the jaw, smack dab into his peach cheek. He frowned again, feeling no words leave his mouth. He growled, eye twitching once he felt his face burn from the blush.
“Why’d you do it in the first place?! You had no right! I never said you could! Ya know what that makes ya?? A fuckin rapist! A rapist cop! No better than the scum in that prison, ya happy about that?? Ya feel proud? What?? Are you gay or something?? Ya like suckin cock?” He just kept talkin, asking questions that wouldn’t really get any answers. “It didn’t feel good by the way, felt gross! I hated every second so yeah!! You better not do it again!”
Zonic's face got paler rapidly as Scourge kept accusing him. He felt sick. He didn't want Scourge to be right with what he was saying, but part of him agreed. He hadn't asked for permission. And all of this was new to him. Could it be true that Scourge hadn't enjoyed it at all?
He started pacing. "You're right. What I did to you qualifies as sexual assault." Zonic forced himself to sit on the couch's corner. His brain was running through the laws he'd studied all his life. "Technically I'd have to turn myself in. But. I can't do that because it'd be your ticket back into prison. So I suppose it's in your best interest too when I don't go and give up my job and face the law for this. So... I just promise I won't do again. So work with me and stop sabotaging your healing process. The faster you heal the sooner."
It wasn't easy to stay calm about all this. He felt so torn apart. He felt awful for subjecting Scourge to more of what had him traumatized already. He felt guilty for breaking laws. But he also... wanted to do it again. Obviously he wouldn't. He wasn't like these monsters in prison. He knew it was wrong. And he was not going to repeat his mistake. It was bad enough that it'd happened in the first place.
Zonic let out a long sigh. He felt so tired again and it was only just after noon. But something about Scourge just tired him out at sonic speed. Had life always been this complicated?
And there was something more that sent his thoughts running. Was he gay? Did it even matter? What mattered more was the question: Was he interested in -Scourge- of all people. The thought itself was ridiculous. There was no way right? It was probably the fact that Scourge meant a change in his life, that he reminded him of the freedom he had to give up. Everything about the criminal was an adrenaline rush. He doubted that he was into Scourge as such. More than anything this was new and exciting and he didn't really know how to deal with any of it. The unfortunate truth was however that, yes, he did definitely not dislike doing what he'd done earlier. "Look I've never done anything like this before. I don't really know what to think about all this either. You're right to be angry at me."
His words obviously got to Zonic and it felt good to see him pace and panic over the revelation. Something about making Zonic feel bad made Scourge feel better, more on top. He felt himself for a moment but then huffed as he turned away. Sure, he didn’t have much control over any of this, but this tiny form of pushing Zonic into an internal crisis was better than nothing. Scourge was no master manipulator, but he at least knew how to get under people’s skin. That was all that counted for now, his best form of attack in his current state. He crossed his legs, covering his legs with the blanket so his lower half was hidden.
The green hog turned his nose up to the air, crossing his arms and spoke in a condescending tone.
“Yeah you better say that. You better feel bad about that cause you’re no better than the others— n-not that… not that something like that would happen to me.” He blushed, looking down at the floor. “Can’t believe you’d break the law and not even turn yourself in… that’s abusing your power, ya know. Where’s your moral ground anyways??” Geez, there was just so much to work with and more ammo kept being applied. Scourge was so… confused at that last part.
“You sayin you’re a virgin?? Or that you never did this stuff with a guy?” He started to think, rubbing his chin and peeled up. “Is that what this is? Lil virgin boy ain’t never had any intimacy so he steals a prisoner from one of the biggest jails in the multidimension to get his dick wet huh? No girl will take you so you settle for a male criminal? Woooow, that’s a new low, copper. Did you like it?? You didn’t stop when I told you… you must’ve liked it. Gross.”
The storm of accusations seemed to be never ending. Of course, however, that was in Scourge's nature, and his only defense right now. And feeling as guilty as he did, Zonic just took it. "If I turn myself in you go back to prison, are you stupid?" He grumbled at the criminals teasing. And teasing it was. That, and nothing else. Scourge wanted to make him feel bad. That much was clear. Unfortunately he was doing a great job with it.
When Scourge quieted down Zonic turned his head to look at his 'guest'. For a moment he hoped it was over, but that hope didn't even last a full minute.
His face lit up like a torch at the new stream of accusations. Within a moment he was up from the couch and back on his feet. "That's NOT what I'm doing! I didn't save you for THAT kind of reason!! My sex life is none of your business anyway! I apologised already! I won't touch you again. And I didn't like it either!" His voice had gotten louder by the end of it and he grabbed a tv dinner to throw it at Scourge, not aiming directly for him however. The tray landed very close to the green hog's head. "Eat!"
He was furious. He was no criminal. He was no perverted predator. He wasn't a creep. Scourge was just riling him up too much. This had to stop right now. Before he lost his cool and did something he really regretted. Something he'd regret more than just sucking Scourge off. He had to get distance between them. And so he grabbed his helmet and left his house, slamming the door behind himself. Ridiculous. He couldn't let the hedgehog get under his skin so much but it was nearly impossible. Scourge knew exactly which buttons to press and to make matters worse a lot of the things he said were right.
After this 'incident', Zonic pretty much drowned himself in work. He did overtime at work, and went home only to bring Scourge food or help him to the toilet. He stopped talking to the criminal too. As much as possible at least. Tried to ignore him as much as possible. After two or three days of ignoring the criminal, it got easier. He learned to overhear his complaints and to treat, taking care of Scourge, as a job.
It got even easier after five days when Scourge's wounds had healed to the point where he could limp around on his own and do things with his arms and hands again. The leg was still in a bad shape and neither the broken ribs nor the bruises had healed but at least he could use the bathroom by himself and get food from the fridge.
The long chain was securely attached to the criminal's ankle, keeping him from going out on the balcony or reaching the front door.
It was Zonic's free day, sunday, and he came back from food shopping. Determined to make proper food today for once. For himself, mind you, not for his prisoner. As always the past few days he completely ignored Scourge as he entered the house and went straight to the kitchen. No matter how good he'd gotten at ignoring Scourge, though, he still found himself thinking about that morning and about what he did. It drove him mad. Especially when he tried to sleep.
As the days went on, Scourge kept up with the insults, he didn’t stop with bothering Zonic as often as he could, but it seemed as though his efforts were shot down by whatever barrier Zonic decided to put up. It began to confuse Scourge why the guy would just ignore him, do his own thing in his room and leave the green hog to his own devices… he hated to say it but he felt kind of lonely. He didn’t like having so much attention before but he was pampered, taken care of and had someone to talk to.
Only now it kind of felt like the only person that ever took time to actually sit with him was Zonic but he had others that wanted to share that kind of time with him… sure they were here now, but they would be if he were free. When he was finally able to walk, Scourge refused to sit back down for what felt like a few hours. He limped around the couch, glaring at the chain but decided it didn’t matter to him much thanks to the fact he was about to get around. It was not so bad but the fact that he was chained at all was a bothersome thought. He took pride in using the bathroom on his on, got happy over the fact he could at least make his own meals. He got bored within a day and tried to search Zonic’s room for anything interesting. The room was just as bland as the cop, nothin… though one thing of course caught his interest while he was scavenging.
He never expected to find a -porno- of all things to emerge from the Cop’s drawer, didn’t think he’d find something this raunchy. He felt himself grinning, hiding it under his pillow, waiting for Zonic to leave so he could watch. Finally, some tits! With this new discovery, he was a lot more quiet after a while, his time occupied on watching it whenever he got the chance, though masturbating was a little tough… he didn’t want to admit to thinking back to how Zonic went down on him, didn’t want to admit that he saw Zonic’s face sometimes when he closed his eyes or pictured him moaning. No… the girl was fine enough.
Though on the one day Zonic was free, it irritated him. He didn’t want Zonic there all day. But alas, he had to deal with a day without touching himself to heal over the incessant need to constantly please himself… he’d never felt this strongly about masturbation or needing to feel good before. He didn’t wanna assume it was due to all the sexual abuse or Zonic’s blowjob skills, he just… missed seeing girls. Yeah. Either way, he was now on edge, wanting some kind of outlet but now he had no privacy. So instead of waiting for it, he thought to make Zonic leave by doing what he did best!
Limping towards the kitchen and lightly yanking the chain along with him, Scourge leaned against the wall to watch Zonic.
“You’ve been ignoring me a loooot lately. Did I get you pissed off that bad? Psh…” he crossed his arms and looked at the cop up and down. “Ya making me breakfast, wife?” He… didn’t mean that in any serious way… no. It just came out to tease the guy. He acted like a housewife anyways…
Zonic honestly had not the slightest idea about Scourge's shenanigans. In fact he'd completely forgotten about that Dvds existence. Not that he ever wanted to watch this awful piece of film again anyway. The plot. Ugh. It'd just make him mad again.
He didn't even look up as Scourge limped over into the kitchen. Instead he unpacked his shopping bag. A whole soup hen, vegetables, some other things he'd been missing such as milk and fruit. Zonic was trying to get away from his tv dinners. He had an exhausting job he needed to eat and sleep better. And somehow ignoring Scourge really helped him to focus on everything else. Like a child who didn't want to do his homework and started cleaning his room and helping with chores instead. Not that he admitted to himself that that was the case.
His brain was humming some commercial jingle the second Scourge started talking. A distraction that worked surprisingly well. He didn't look at Scourge. He didn't talk to him. Instead he placed a pot on his stove wiping the bottom of it with his finger, only to decide that it was too dusty and needed to be washed before he started cooking. It was a big pot. He wanted to cook chicken stew enough for a few days in advance. Unfortunately he couldn't even remember when he'd used this pot last. Had he -ever- used it? Unlikely actually.
He heard Scourge call him 'wife'. But it didn't bother him. It was just another attempt to get him mad. It wasn't going to work. Not anymore. He was nobody's wife. And Scourge would never hear, that sometimes when he lay awake in bed he yearned to explore this whole sex deal a lot more. It was much harder to ignore his body's needs after he'd gotten a first taste. He wanted to do more. Or at least his body did. And Scourge was... around. So obviously he was on his mind a lot more than he wanted to admit.
"You're in the way." He said calmly, walking around Scourge to fetch a cleaning rag out of a cupboard.
Boy, did Scourge hate being ignored. He hated that Zonic was -humming- while Scourge spoke up. This asshole… he frowned more, stepping further into the kitchen and his only response was that he was in the way??? Even so, Scourge didn’t move, he didn’t have to move. He wanted to know why he was being ignored! Though it was probably obvious to anyone else, but he didn’t wanna admit his bitching made Zonic build up walls to avoid any such interaction…
“Hello?? You’re just gonna keep silent huh?” It pissed him off… that fuckin attitude could be used elsewhere. “I’m practically your roomie at this point so at least say something to me won’t you? Not that I need you to… entertain me or whatever.” He frowned, looking away for a second, now feeling ultra silly for saying it like that. He didn’t need this guy to be entertained, he didn’t need him to feel validated either. He just needed the goddamn house to himself at least if Zonic wasn’t gonna provide any kind of conversation.
“I musta hurt your poor wittle feewings huh? Awww I’m sooowwwyy.” He cooed, leaning towards Zonic with a gleam in his eyes. Come on, get angry. That’s all he wanted.
Zonic continued his self-assigned task of wiping the dust out of his huge pot before filling it with water. He let Scourge babble on. He knew the green hog was getting increasingly more pissed over the past few days. But that was still much better than him being pissed. It was a lot more relaxing and even a little entertaining even if he didn't show it on his face.
Soup hen and vegetables were put into the water along with some vegetable stock and the whole
thing was put on the stove. Zonic leaned against the counter, reading the instructions on the hen's wrapper. It'd been ages since he'd last cooked a stew like this.
Scourge's annoyingly distorted voice killed his concentration and he turned his head to look at the criminal. He knew he'd been leaning on the counter right next to him but thanks to scourge leaning towards him their faces were close enough now so their noses nearly touched.
Zonic's heart skipped a beat or five but he didn't flinch or even blink. "Bored? Want me to buy you some toys?" He asked completely unimpressed by the others' taunting. All while on the inside he felt like dying. There was an awfully misplaced idea in his head that popped up after he turned his head. An idea that had absolutely no place in his head, his life, or the entire multiverse.
He'd never kissed before.
TBC...
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