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This had been going on for two fuckin’ weeks and Scourge couldn’t bare it any longer. The beginning of this change, he tried to be.. .well, nice. He would listen, act a little less obnoxious but it only lasted till the second day while his two hour time in the house ended. He couldn’t stand these restrictions and yes, it felt like prison all over again. He didn’t think his little monologue would actually push Zonic this far, and he hated that it did. He really messed it all up this time. \n\nFor him, his days were merely just pacing around in the cell, punching at the wall, sleeping for more than twelve hours if he could, having meals whenever Zonic gave them to him and the measly two hours inside the house. He began to become more and more restless, to the point where he’d raid the kitchen when inside the house, make a mess or pull out as many movies as he could and try stashing them in his shirt, hoping for Zonic to at least put a tv in his cell. He even tried running off when the door was opened for him to come inside. He was going insane, not able to handle this new change and kept begging to just sleep on the couch again. He hated the way he felt being in that cell, he couldn’t even spin dash his aggression out with the collar on. He needed to move around way more but there was no way to. With the way he kept acting out, he kept bugging the cop just to see how far he’d go. He’d always regret it, assuming that even if he pushed the other over the edge, his time would be cut short or he wouldn’t even come out, it was still a risk to take if it meant getting through to Zonic that he was losing his damn mind. \n\nThe last few days of the second week, Scourge became less friendly, less talkative and even tried to bite the other if he touched him. He was rebellious, or more so than usual. Yelling threats and even stayed in his cell one of those days when his two hours came up. He was a wreck and sleep stopped coming so easily. He stunted the healing process for his leg, having kicked the wall a few times in his tantrum or even trying to run with it. He was in pain but not as bad as when he first arrived. Nothing… mattered at this point if this was going to be his life. \n\nThis was different, this… sudden change of pace. Hearing ‘car’, Scourge looked over from his bed and ignored Zonic. He didn’t wanna move. He didn’t wanna see the guy. He just… laid there, trying to think of how he’d escape if they were going on a car ride. He could jump out of the vehicle while moving… though he hoped there was no child safety lock on. It wouldn’t kill him, but rolling out of a speeding car could batter him a bit. He didn’t mind, just as long as he didn’t see blue anymore. He grumbled, slowly rising from the bed, but still not getting off of it. He wanted to just...leave… \n\n“Takin’ me back to Zone Jail? Ha… wouldn’t be surprised if you are.” He snorted, glaring at the cop and crossed his arms. “You aren’t.. Are you? Cause if you are, I’m staying here.” [/color]\n\n[color=#204a87]Zonic clenched his teeth for a moment but in the end he just entered the cell on his own and pulled Scourge up. \"I said get into the car.\" He wasn't violent about it but he forced Scourge into his car with in iron grip. Like any prisoner Scourge was chained to the backseat and the doors locked.\n\nZonic wasn't going to give the other an option to refuse. Zally was right. He'd had enough of this. He didn't want to go on like this. So he was gonna change it. He felt the engine of his police car purr as he turned the key and moments later they were on the highway.\n\n\"I've had enough of this farce. We're ending this right now.\" He said and sped down the street. Zone Jail was visible in the distance but he was going the opposite direction.\n\nTheir destination was a large but completely plain looking building. Without another word or more of an explanation Scourge was pulled out of the car and pushed into the building. The hallway looked just as bland as the building's outside and the room they entered didn't look any more special either. The only thing that made the place a little interesting were the incredibly thick walls and the fact that, to enter a room, one had to pass through three doors.\n\nOnce inside the completely empty room Zonic let go of Scourge.\n\n\"Here are the rules. No matter who wins you get to live in the house again. But if I win I never want to hear a single complaint about how I'm treating you too well, again. Got it? If you win you get to go out of the house again too, only in my company however.\" He explained while taking off his work armor and finally his clothes.\n\n\"And don't think about escaping these special training rooms are surrounded by force fields with a similar effect as your inhibitor collar. Just stronger. If it's not me opening the door they'll just knock you out and that's my win.\" Zonic turned around to face scourge and pushed a few buttons on his communicator. With a soft click Scourge's inhibitor collar popped open and fell to the ground.\n\n\"Unless you're scared to fight me... or prefer living in your cell of course.\"[/color]\n\n[color=#4e9a06]The grip on his arm hurt, but he didn’t care about the pain, just being yanked around like some flimsy doll. He growled, looking at the back of Zonic’s head as he attempted to slow them both down by pressing his heels into the floor below him. Being thrown into the car and locked there, he huffed, looking around the car and then at the front seat once Zonic sat down and began to drive. The whole time, he kept yelling about not wanting to go back. He was pretty scared of seeing old faces again. \n\n“You… you don’t wanna take me back there!!” He began, trying to get out as they made their way towards the highway. “I… I can’t fight those guys like this! I’m powerless! You can’t--” He stopped, looking to see the jail but… they weren’t going that way. With Zonic’s words, he tried to relax. This still felt like a death sentence and frankly, he was more than happy to remain alive. Was this going to be some kind of secret execution?? He didn’t think Zonic was going this far off the deep end. He said to be strict, not fuckin cruel! Once inside, Scourge shivered, looking at his surroundings. He wanted out, the blandness of the building was just too abstract and weird, he didn’t like this anymore. None of this felt okay. \n\nHe didn’t show weakness for too long, ears perking up when Zonic began to speak again. What? They were… \n\n“You wanna… fight??” He asked, now even more confused. His leg wasn’t perfect. He still had a slight limp but he could kick a bit better. His body was on the right track but still felt like it could use a couple more days to be at its best. He rubbed his arms, looking at the other and slowly got into the idea. They were actually gonna fight. He felt the collar pop off, feeling his neck was surreal. It was like he forgot the collar was even there in the first place. For some reason, it felt like he could breathe for the first time, rubbing his neck a few time and scratching at it. He felt himself sigh, relieved it was off. He looked up at Zonic once more and rolled his head and shoulders around. “Fine.” He balled up his fists. “I’ve been waiting to kick your ass anyways. Though you’re not really giving much of a penalty… no… let me shut up before you take away my walking privileges too!” He felt if they were fighting, he could be as snarky and dickish as he wanted to be. \n\n“I’m gonna crush your fuckin skull! You prepare yourself cause it’s been a loooong time comin!” He cracked his knuckles, running at the other though his speed wasn’t up to par. He had a goddamn handicap but he was determined. His lame leg still hurt immensely. His first attack was a right hook towards Zonic’s face. He gave it his all, yelling as the punch soared right towards the blue cop. [/color]\n\n[color=#204a87]Zonic wasn't at his best either after countless nights at the office with little to no sleep. But Scourge was right. This had been a long time coming. The first punch came fast, it wouldn't have been a problem if his reflexes had been as fast as usual. But as things were the punch grazed his cheek before he managed to grab Scourge's wrist to toss him to the ground and take a step back himself. \"Oh have mercy.\" He said, sarcasm dripping from his voice.\n\nThis was going to be fun. He'd wanted to fight the other for a while now. He wanted to race him more, but that couldn't be done. There was no safe space for the two of them to race without Scourge having the chance to run away. So for now it'd have to be a fight.\n\nThe next swing was his. They both had frustrations to get out and this was the best way. Of course he knew of Scourge's handicap and he wasn't going to play dirty. He aimed everywhere but for his leg and with the inhibitor collar off Scourge did a good job countering.\n\nNot only did he counter well but he got a good amount of hits in himself. \"No wonder you gave sonic a run for his money. You -are- stronger than him.\" It was a genuine compliment but it also just meant that they had something in common. He himself was stronger than Prime Sonic as well. Not due to master emerald energy like Scourge but through years of consistent combat training. So it was no surprise he too got a good few punches and kicks in. If not for Scourge's leg and him being tired they'd be perfectly evenly matched.\n\nIn the end, to Zonic, it didn't matter if he won or lost. He just wanted to fight. Scourge's fist sent him flying into the wall and even though it hurt and his nose was bleeding, he felt alive.\n\nHe spindashed back at Scourge but the other evaded. It wasn't even clear which one of them was leading. That was exactly what Zonic had been counting on. They'd tire each other out. He had free use of the room for the entire rest of the day. There didn't have to be a winner. There just had to be a fight, he thought, as his foot connected with Scourge's cheek and sent him flying.\n\nThat -did- feel pretty good but he felt himself getting more and more exhausted. It wasn't easy to keep up with someone who was as strong as he was for so long. He didn't even know for how long they'd been at it. Scourge's next hit sent him stumbling to the floor however and it got harder and harder to get back up. He probably looked a mess, too, but Scourge didn't look any better. \"Are you... giving up... yet?\" he huffed.[/color]\n\n[color=#4e9a06]This fight was going to show just how pent up he was, how angry and annoyed he had been. It was about a month he’d been staying with Zonic, and all through the few weeks, he had experienced one too many emotions he didn’t expect. He was away from his worst nightmares but now facing an irritating cop that just acted in ways he couldn’t stand. He didn’t need to hold back, he didn’t keep his handicap in mind. Being disabled meant nothing, as he did his best to maneuver with his lame leg, to work with it instead of against, but some of his attacks, he made sacrifices. It hurt, but not as much as Zonic’s punches, kicks and throws. He was rusty, having almost too slow reaction times to when the other threw a punch, but he got better as the fight continued. \n\nWith the way he felt so -satisfied- with a punch, or the fact that a kick to his stomach made him heave yet feel even more alive than he had been these past few days, he craved more. It felt painful, but in that pain it felt freeing. He hadn’t fought in what felt like a year, though it was only a couple of months. It was like reawakening an old piece of himself. Scourge’s hits were dirty, he tried to aim for Zonic’s weak points, spindashing away when he knew he could get a better hit from behind. With his leg being the way it was, his spins weren’t the best, but he managed. Every time he was tossed into the wall, he took a moment to breathe after falling to the floor. His glare was ever intense, blue eyes burning to the point he could almost pierce right through the cop through gaze alone. \n\nEven if he was pissed, he began to laugh, smirking when Zonic landed a good hit or the compliments flowed. He didn’t return the favor, only to toss the other onto the floor and continuously punch his cheeks till he was thrown off. Falling to the floor for the ump teenth time, he struggled to raise up. His arms felt so worn and tired, but the pain began to numb. It didn’t matter if he was completely unable to move, he’d still try. He coughed, his stomach was so close to chucking up the food he had some hours ago. Zonic was still up, he had to keep going, prove he wasn’t going to let this bastard control him. He didn’t care if this was the cop giving him another chance, Scourge’s pride was all that drove him. \n\nDespite all that, he couldn’t help but tumble back down every few steps. He still tried, over and over, his legs gave in quicker. He spat out blood, heaving to the point that his voice was rasp. \n\n“N… No. Fuck you.” He said gravely, “What? Y-...Ya gettin’ tired too? Ha… I still got… fight left in me. I’m gonna break… your face in…!” He said, not wanting this to end just yet. He couldn’t tell what time it was or how long they were in there either. He didn’t care about the time. So narrow-minded...one last time, just one more try. Scourge got up again, his leg was on fire, his arms weighed him down and his head was lowered. He tried hopping but all his energy was gone. Scourge fell to his knees and then onto the floor. He was still conscious, growling as loudly as he could, which wasn’t loud at all. “F...fuck … fuck you!! I hate you!! I won…! I… i’m not done yet! Just… give me a sec… i… i can’t… move.”[/color]\n\n[color=#204a87]Almost at the same time as Scourge, Zonic fell over, too. He was heaving. His chest hurt, his back hurt, in fact everything hurt. He forced himself to roll on his back. \"Hhh... hh... i can't move...either.\" He huffed, completely out of breath. Despite the awful coppery taste in his mouth and the many many place of his skin that were probably already bruising he felt good. Better than he'd felt for a while now.\n\nHe knew it was a draw. And Scourge knew it too. Neither of them were able to move anymore. \"It's... it's a draw...for now. I say we both win... but I want a rematch when you're healed and I'm no longer a walking corpse.\" Talking was hard. His lungs were aching.\n\n\"Fuck... hah... how're we gonna get home now...\" He was more asking himself than he was asking Scourge but it was still a valid question. He couldn't even get back to his feet, how was he gonna drive a car. He hadn't thought about this minor detail before. He should've thought about it. He'd already known they'd exhaust each other. But no... he hadn't thought about it. They were just gonna be stuck here until the morning The next day was his free day, thankfully. But that didn't mean he could stay here all day.\n\nAt least for now... there was no need to rush.\n\nHe closed his eyes with a sigh. Was he just gonna fall asleep like this. He felt like there was more to say. More to do.\n\nEverything was gonna go back to how it had been before Scourge decided he wasn't acting like a cop enough. Scourge was gonna sleep on his couch. And he would finally be able to sleep again, too.\n\nZonic turned his head to look at Scourge next to him. \"You look awful.\" He mumbled and his short laugh following that was cut short by a pained groan.[/color]\n\n[color=#4e9a06]“Don’t start getting… chummy with me. I’m still… p-pissed at you…!” He retorted, no real venom in his threat as he was too tired to be threatening, too exhausted to really mean any of this. He felt his head tilt towards Zonic’s direction, eyes slowly closing. He wanted just one more punch, but it wasn’t happenin’. “I could’ve… dunked your ass into next tuesday. You just… g-got lucky… Shit eater.” He couldn’t help with the insults… but he did feel better. Scourge kept it to himself how much less anxious he felt when getting used to Zonic’s home. He had felt the least amount of ‘bad’ in weeks when he just crashed on the couch. The being put in a cell, not given any attention or freedom. He remembered even more why he hated jail. The only plus side was he was alone and it was better that way. \n\nHe wanted to be alone, but it didn’t feel as good as he hoped for. His disappointment with this all was he expected Zonic to remain feeling guilty and spoil him further. As much as Zonic’s kindness and leniency irritated him, he relied on it, hoped that he could manipulate it some way just to get his ass out of trouble. In some ways, he even thought up being seductive or needy just to bribe Zonic to be nicer. It was a clusterfuck of emotions at the time and he felt his mind was a lot clearer. With his eyes completely closed, he allowed himself to relax. He was finally a little less tense and that was a pretty big deal for him. With all that energy expelled, he was definitely sure that he wouldn’t need to relieve any stress anytime soon… well, maybe. \n\nHe kind of forgot about being horny most days. With how frustrated and annoyed he became over the course of two weeks, his focused abruptly shifted from needing to feel good to just needing to be let out. It was good at least for his pride that his focus wasn’t just on things like sex or wanting to be touched. He wanted that peace of mind and he still needed it. With Zonic laying hopelessly immobile next to him, he had a small thought that reminded him why they needed to remain away from one another. It wasn’t that bothersome, they couldn’t do anything. Both were so tired out he’d be surprised if he could raise his arm just to pat the other on the shoulder. Still, it was a very tiny, miniscule thing that he hoped wouldn’t blow back up the moment he was back inside. Wait… back inside!!\n\n“Hey… what’s a draw mean…?? I so won this… but just to be sure, if it -is- a draw and all that… what’s that gonna mean for… going inside?” He wanted to turn over but now his exhaustion was really taking hole. He groaned, sinking further into the floor, eyes too heavy to open. Whether Zonic answered or not, Scourge passed out. He couldn’t keep himself conscious anymore. There wasn’t much else thought that he could recall, he just knew his worry for the upcoming days was there, then nothing. \n\nIt felt like he blinked and suddenly was less heavy when he opened his eyes. He blinked, looking up at the ceiling for a moment before pushing himself off the floor. Goddamn, his whole body still felt like shit and like it weighed 40 more pounds than before. The soreness was almost unbearable but he would deal. He felt like walking would be impossible, his leg made it very clear all that healing was set faaaar back now. Maybe he needed a damn brace or something, but the collar was off. He could feel he was healing a lot faster than before… [/color]\n\n[color=#204a87]Zonic ignored the insults as he'd gotten used to them over time. Same old same old. The question though he wanted to answer but he had no time. Before he answered Scourge was passed out. With a sigh he let sleep take him too. There was just no way he could move now. Later. Later they'd be able to get up again. Later he'd take Scourge home. Inside. As he'd promised. As had been the plan from the very beginning.\n\nThings would be nice again. The loneliness would stop. The almost constant pain in his chest would stop. And most importantly Zally would stop nagging.\n\nHe opened his eyes almost at the same time as Scourge did. He just watched the other struggle to move in silence for a moment. \"Scourge.\" He tried to get attention after a while, slowly sitting up with a small groan. \"To answer the question you asked before you passed out... A draw means you're moving back into the house. On the couch. You'll be allowed to leave the house in my company and -only- in my company. And I don't want to hear a single complaint about me being 'too nice' anymore. Got it? Because...honestly... I'm at my witts end. I don't know what to do with you if you break the rules -again-... I do want a rematch though...once I can... ugh..\" He was fighting himself back to his feet, but his legs decided it was too early so he ended up kneeling. \"Once I can fight again. And once your leg is fully healed...\"\n\nMildly worried he checked his communicator for the time. And it was good he did because by chaos they had to get out of here right now. \"Shit. Get up.\" He said mildly panicked. \"This is a training room and it's gonna be used today.\" He explained while forcing himself onto his feet again.\n\nHe went to collect the inhibitor collar at snail speed. \"Sorry about that.\" He rather ungracefully fell on his butt next to Scourge and turned the collar between his fingers.\n\n\"Here. Put it on yourself.\" He dropped the collar on Scourge's chest. \"And before you complain your know it's the only way and I'm too tired to fight right now. I just wanna go home... and I'm sure you're the same.\"\n\nHe wanted to ask Scourge to share the bed with him so so desperately. He really wanted to. Ever since that night where they'd gotten drunk his bed didn't feel the same. He'd even slept on the couch a few times. He'd mindlessly told Zally about this and she'd given him a look as if she understood exactly what was going on, but then she refused to tell him. He still wondered what she knew that he didn't know.\n\nMaybe he was lucky and he'd have to -carry- Scourge inside. The green hog's leg was looking pretty awful after all. So if that was the case he could just carry him and then put him into his bed and all would be right with the world.\n\nHe knew he was being selfish. Scourge had decided against sharing that bed with him that night and he felt his stance on the matter hadn't changed. So he was willing to abuse his power to make it happen anyway. Not like he was planning to do anything to Scourge. Not at all. He just didn't want to sleep alone.\n\n\"Can you move?\" He asked trying not to sound too hopeful.[/color]\n\n[color=#4e9a06]Well, they both won, it seems. What a shitty fight this was, but he knew he felt ultimately better after having beat Zonic’s shit in (or so he called it). He liked that Zonic looked so beat up and tired, enjoyed the fact that the other was on the floor having a difficult time moving around just like himself. This felt so much better but it also hurt a lot. Still, Scourge decided to try his hand at standing too, but it was waay too hard with his leg. Fuck those guys for messing it up so bad. \n\n“You gotta… get me a fuckin’ brace or somethin…” He kneeled, rubbing the injured leg and looked up at him when the collar was given to him. “Haha… y...you’re joking. You want me to put this back on…” He looked at the collar and then Zonic. “No…?” He huffed, already too comfortable with the fact he was promised entry to the house. He wanted to just drop the collar altogether, but held it as he attempted to move towards the door. “How about we just get out of here rather than lolligag and such?? I’ll heal faster without this stupid thing.” He limped as best as he could to the door, waiting for the other to open it up. “Any day now, gramps…!” He frowned, the other was so frantic, now it made Scourge impatient. \n\nWhen they exited the building, it felt like they just walked a mile getting out of here. He sat in the passenger seat, exasperated, almost thinkin he would be better in the back so he could lay down. The collar was now in his lap. He huffed, leaning back into his seat and closed his eyes. \n\n“Okay, copper, start drivin… high tail it out of here or whatever.” He muttered, looking out the window. He wanted to enjoy his moments without the stupid inhibitor on. It felt so much better, as if he could actually breathe again. “... Hey…” He looked over at the other for a moment and held up the collar. “...After the car ride.” Not like he’d want to willingly put it on, but he thought maybe he could at least request (or demand gently) for the collar to stay off for a moment. “... it’s itchy as hell… just sayin.” [/color]\n\n[color=#204a87]Zonic sighed. Of course. What had he been expecting anyway? It -should- have been this exact thing but somehow some silly part of him had been hoping that it'd be different. Still, he was too tired to be really bothered so he just got up from the floor and limped after Scourge, a bit bitter about the fact that the other could actually walk. He'd have to ask after all.\n\n\"I'm gonna call a doc tomorrow to look at your leg. You'll get a brace, alright.\" He nodded and started his car. Driving was hard too when you were this sore but at least in these very early hours of the morning there was hardly anyone on the roads. He glanced over to Scourge holding the Collar. He hated that thing almost as much as Scourge did probably.\n\n\"Honestly I wish you didn't have to wear it until you're healed because you heal a lot faster with that thing off... unfortunately I don't trust you for a number of good reasons, so that's just not an option. So yes. After the drive but you're putting it on yourself.\" he nodded and stared at the road ahead of them. It was still dark out with a faint hint of sunrise on the horizon. Still it was better they were gone now.\n\nThere was a moment of silence before he spoke up again. \"Tonight... I want you to sleep on the bed.\" His voice was a little quieter now, but determined nontheless. He needed this. He just wanted to sleep well again for once. Even if it was just a two hour nap. He wanted to know if his bed would feel as warm as he imagined it did once he shared it with Scourge. After all he'd never actually done that before. He'd never shared his bed with anyone before. And he was pretty sure, being as much of a workaholic as he was, he never would if not for Scourge.\n\nAll he knew for sure was that the other Hedgehog was warm. And that the sound of his breath could calm him down. That was all he needed. All he wanted. Just company. The beeping noise of his communicator pulled him out of his thoughts and he accepted the call. \"Why are you still up Zal?\"\n\n\"Not 'still' but 'already', to check on you. You know. To see if I have to haul two dead bodies out of the training room or if you're still alive.\"\n\n\"Thanks for having so much confidence in me.\"\n\n\"You're welcome. So, how'd it go? Who won?\"\n\n\"It was a draw.\"\n\n\"Seriously??? Could you even beat him if he was healed?\"\n\n\"Beat him, probably not. But another draw, sure.\"\n\n\"Right you were handicapped too this time, I forgot.\"\n\n\"So now that you checked on me can I hang up?\"\n\n\"Oh sure. Just, Zonic, don't do anything... stupid.\"\n\n\"Ha! Too late Zal, weeks too late.\"\n\n\"I know. Just don't add to the list. I'm not just your friend I'm your superior too. If I see you acting like you have the past few weeks at work ever again I'm going to -force- you to take time off. And to rehome your... companion.\"\n\n\"I'm gonna hang up now.\"\n\n\"You know I'm right.\"\n\n\"Bye Zal.\"\n\n\"Hah. Bye Blue. Get some sleep.\"\n\nHe hung up the call and frowned. Of course she was still nagging. He'd -fixed- his issue. Right? What was there to worry. Besides that he was also awfully embarrassed that Scourge had been there to hear that call. He didn't want him to know that he hadn't been doing too well for the past two weeks either. That was just information Scourge didn't need to have. But it was too late for that now and he mentally prepared himself for getting ridiculed.[/color]\n[color=#4e9a06]\nRelief. He never felt so goddamn relieved knowing that he could at least keep the collar off. He knew for sure that Zonic’s reasons were valid, he wouldn’t deny that. He leaned back in his seat, feeling his neck once the inhibitor was placed on his lap. He smiled to himself, it felt so nice to feel his neck again. The fur there was understandably much shorter than everything else around it. He hadn’t felt this free in a while. He could definitely tell there was quite a change without his body was feeling as opposed to the inhibitor’s effects. He wanted to walk around like this but it’d be too much to ask for. He was… gonna try to not complain. Try. \n\n“Wha? Why do you want me to sleep in your bed? You’re sleeping on the couch then, right?” He asked, his brow raised but that communicator sounded. What was that all about? He perked up, staring directly at the other once a girl’s voice came up. She sounded very familiar, he’d heard her voice before. He frowned a bit, turning away till he actually began to listen to their conversation. He felt himself getting upset. “Did…” He waited till they were done, sitting up as best as he could before he gave him another glare. \n\n“Did you… fuckin’ tell her everything??” He asked, now feeling a bit of panic there. He wasn’t bothered that Zally knew he wasn’t in prison, it was the gay shit he was afraid of -anyone- finding out. That was suppose to be classified information. Not anyone else’s business. It wasn’t going to happen again anyways so why would this need to be told to anyone. “I think I heard her say, um, and i quote ‘rehome your companion’. What the fuck does that mean?? Have you been telling her about that… shit we did? I swear I’ll break your face in… No one’s supposed to know that!!” He blushed, now feeling like he was having a crisis all over again. “I’m not gay… I’m not into guys!! It’s not for real…!” He huddled up in his seat, groaning from his bruises arms and tried to cross them without hurting himself too much. “Why would you tell her that...Goddamn it.” He huffed, he couldn’t relax as much as he wanted to now. [/color]\n\n[color=#204a87]Zonic's ears were drooping guiltily. \"I didn't... I mean I did. But I didn't tell her about -that-... I had to tell her about -you- because I need her help if I want to take down Zobotnik... But if you remember I was covered in hickeys and my lips were cut. She knows the only girl after me is Zamy and that I'm basically married to my work. And She saw the bite marks and knows what you're teeth look like. She's not stupid. She just knew. She knew you weren't in any position to beat me up because of the collar so it had to be something else. I could hardly walk that day, too. What do you think?!\" He tried to defend himself.\n\n\"I didn't plan on telling her. She won't tell anyone else. I trust her. You can trust her too.\" He clenched his teeth, his hands gripping the wheel a bit harder. There it was again. Scourge's denial. His rejection. \"I'm not gonna touch you. I promise. I get it. You're not gay. You don't like me. Just so you know I wasn't planning on doing anything with you in bed... I just wanted to share... but if it irks you that much I guess you sleep on the couch.\" He sighed quietly. Great. Thanks Zal. This was awful.\n\n\"Look, can we just... not talk about this?\" He mumbled, pulling into his garage. He pointed at the collar. \"Put it on.... and... if that makes it any better for you... I didn't tell her the details. She just know that something happened. It took me over an hour to convince her that it was consensual too. She was ready to come over and tear you apart. Now at least she just thinks I'm a weirdo. No need to be mad.\"\n\nNot that he was concerned about the Zally thing right now. Not at all actually. All he was concerned with was the fact that he still couldn't get what he wanted even after more or less making up with Scourge. And now his call with Zally had probably ruined the very slim chance he had to ever get closer to Scourge again. Not that that had been his main goal. But he definitely wouldn't mind it either.\n\nFor now he waited for the other to put the collar on, mentally preparing himself for another night in his way too big, cold bed. When had he gotten so attached to having company. Would any company do? Would any warm body next to him do?\n\nBut then where would he ever find someone willing to just spend time with him like that? The answer was nowhere. Because people like that didn't exist. Either it was Zamy who wanted to marry him and control every aspect of his life which was... scary. Or it was Scourge who was only around because he had no choice. Thinking it like this was a massive blow to Zonic's ego. Was he really that bad?[/color]\n[color=#4e9a06]\nIt wasn’t the most convincing, but Scourge didn’t blow up. He blushed, got irritated and wanted to punch something again, wriggled angrily in his seat then relaxed and huffed. He wasn’t about to scream, he was too tired. Now someone knew about what they did. He hated this, he really hated that this was something someone -else- knew about. He groaned but looked out the window, seeing they were already at the house. Wow… that was...fast. His ear was facing Zonic, not giving him any glance till he mentioned the collar. \n\n“Ughhh…” He sighed loudly, picking up the collar and then looked it over. Why did he need this one again? He’d never heal like this… and their fight just made things worse. “This is stupid.” He huffed and slowly inched the collar closer to his neck. He wanted to chuck it out the damn window, hated that he was… listening. He almost pulled the collar away and tossed it, but the look of the cell… seeing that again… no. Scourge slapped the collar on, feeling it lock around his neck. He groaned, pulling at it lightly and slumped in his seat. “If I was -anyone- else, I’d fuckin’ cry right now. I hate this thing!! Can you at least take it off of me every now and then? Please??” He lolled his head toward zonic, giving him puppy eyes almost but then frowned, squeezing his eyes shut and sat up, feeling for the handle to open the door. “Fuccccccck” He muttered, forehead pressed against the window. He opened the door, slumped out and slowly went over to the front door. “Fuuuuuuuck” He moaned out loud, shaking the door knob just to make Zonic hurry up to get it open. \n\nGetting inside, Scourge went straight to the bed. He missed that fuckin bed, not even bothering with the couch since it wasn’t folded out. He opened the room door, getting on the bed and laid right on top, arms and legs spread out as he took up most of it. He nuzzled the blanket and pillows under him, humming to himself. \n\n“I missed how -soft- you were! I mean.. It’s better when i’m alone.” He said to the bed and kissed it. “Dumbass cops not allowed! Go make food or something if you’re by the door!” He yelled out loud. He just… felt so much relief. Despite the collar being back on, he was just happy to be back inside. [/color]\n[center]\n[b]TBC...[/b][/center]\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"
CHAPTER XV


Two weeks. This had been going on for two fuckin’ weeks and Scourge couldn’t bare it any longer. The beginning of this change, he tried to be.. .well, nice. He would listen, act a little less obnoxious but it only lasted till the second day while his two hour time in the house ended. He couldn’t stand these restrictions and yes, it felt like prison all over again. He didn’t think his little monologue would actually push Zonic this far, and he hated that it did. He really messed it all up this time.

For him, his days were merely just pacing around in the cell, punching at the wall, sleeping for more than twelve hours if he could, having meals whenever Zonic gave them to him and the measly two hours inside the house. He began to become more and more restless, to the point where he’d raid the kitchen when inside the house, make a mess or pull out as many movies as he could and try stashing them in his shirt, hoping for Zonic to at least put a tv in his cell. He even tried running off when the door was opened for him to come inside. He was going insane, not able to handle this new change and kept begging to just sleep on the couch again. He hated the way he felt being in that cell, he couldn’t even spin dash his aggression out with the collar on. He needed to move around way more but there was no way to. With the way he kept acting out, he kept bugging the cop just to see how far he’d go. He’d always regret it, assuming that even if he pushed the other over the edge, his time would be cut short or he wouldn’t even come out, it was still a risk to take if it meant getting through to Zonic that he was losing his damn mind.

The last few days of the second week, Scourge became less friendly, less talkative and even tried to bite the other if he touched him. He was rebellious, or more so than usual. Yelling threats and even stayed in his cell one of those days when his two hours came up. He was a wreck and sleep stopped coming so easily. He stunted the healing process for his leg, having kicked the wall a few times in his tantrum or even trying to run with it. He was in pain but not as bad as when he first arrived. Nothing… mattered at this point if this was going to be his life.

This was different, this… sudden change of pace. Hearing ‘car’, Scourge looked over from his bed and ignored Zonic. He didn’t wanna move. He didn’t wanna see the guy. He just… laid there, trying to think of how he’d escape if they were going on a car ride. He could jump out of the vehicle while moving… though he hoped there was no child safety lock on. It wouldn’t kill him, but rolling out of a speeding car could batter him a bit. He didn’t mind, just as long as he didn’t see blue anymore. He grumbled, slowly rising from the bed, but still not getting off of it. He wanted to just...leave…

“Takin’ me back to Zone Jail? Ha… wouldn’t be surprised if you are.” He snorted, glaring at the cop and crossed his arms. “You aren’t.. Are you? Cause if you are, I’m staying here.”

Zonic clenched his teeth for a moment but in the end he just entered the cell on his own and pulled Scourge up. "I said get into the car." He wasn't violent about it but he forced Scourge into his car with in iron grip. Like any prisoner Scourge was chained to the backseat and the doors locked.

Zonic wasn't going to give the other an option to refuse. Zally was right. He'd had enough of this. He didn't want to go on like this. So he was gonna change it. He felt the engine of his police car purr as he turned the key and moments later they were on the highway.

"I've had enough of this farce. We're ending this right now." He said and sped down the street. Zone Jail was visible in the distance but he was going the opposite direction.

Their destination was a large but completely plain looking building. Without another word or more of an explanation Scourge was pulled out of the car and pushed into the building. The hallway looked just as bland as the building's outside and the room they entered didn't look any more special either. The only thing that made the place a little interesting were the incredibly thick walls and the fact that, to enter a room, one had to pass through three doors.

Once inside the completely empty room Zonic let go of Scourge.

"Here are the rules. No matter who wins you get to live in the house again. But if I win I never want to hear a single complaint about how I'm treating you too well, again. Got it? If you win you get to go out of the house again too, only in my company however." He explained while taking off his work armor and finally his clothes.

"And don't think about escaping these special training rooms are surrounded by force fields with a similar effect as your inhibitor collar. Just stronger. If it's not me opening the door they'll just knock you out and that's my win." Zonic turned around to face scourge and pushed a few buttons on his communicator. With a soft click Scourge's inhibitor collar popped open and fell to the ground.

"Unless you're scared to fight me... or prefer living in your cell of course."

The grip on his arm hurt, but he didn’t care about the pain, just being yanked around like some flimsy doll. He growled, looking at the back of Zonic’s head as he attempted to slow them both down by pressing his heels into the floor below him. Being thrown into the car and locked there, he huffed, looking around the car and then at the front seat once Zonic sat down and began to drive. The whole time, he kept yelling about not wanting to go back. He was pretty scared of seeing old faces again.

“You… you don’t wanna take me back there!!” He began, trying to get out as they made their way towards the highway. “I… I can’t fight those guys like this! I’m powerless! You can’t--” He stopped, looking to see the jail but… they weren’t going that way. With Zonic’s words, he tried to relax. This still felt like a death sentence and frankly, he was more than happy to remain alive. Was this going to be some kind of secret execution?? He didn’t think Zonic was going this far off the deep end. He said to be strict, not fuckin cruel! Once inside, Scourge shivered, looking at his surroundings. He wanted out, the blandness of the building was just too abstract and weird, he didn’t like this anymore. None of this felt okay.

He didn’t show weakness for too long, ears perking up when Zonic began to speak again. What? They were…

“You wanna… fight??” He asked, now even more confused. His leg wasn’t perfect. He still had a slight limp but he could kick a bit better. His body was on the right track but still felt like it could use a couple more days to be at its best. He rubbed his arms, looking at the other and slowly got into the idea. They were actually gonna fight. He felt the collar pop off, feeling his neck was surreal. It was like he forgot the collar was even there in the first place. For some reason, it felt like he could breathe for the first time, rubbing his neck a few time and scratching at it. He felt himself sigh, relieved it was off. He looked up at Zonic once more and rolled his head and shoulders around. “Fine.” He balled up his fists. “I’ve been waiting to kick your ass anyways. Though you’re not really giving much of a penalty… no… let me shut up before you take away my walking privileges too!” He felt if they were fighting, he could be as snarky and dickish as he wanted to be.

“I’m gonna crush your fuckin skull! You prepare yourself cause it’s been a loooong time comin!” He cracked his knuckles, running at the other though his speed wasn’t up to par. He had a goddamn handicap but he was determined. His lame leg still hurt immensely. His first attack was a right hook towards Zonic’s face. He gave it his all, yelling as the punch soared right towards the blue cop.

Zonic wasn't at his best either after countless nights at the office with little to no sleep. But Scourge was right. This had been a long time coming. The first punch came fast, it wouldn't have been a problem if his reflexes had been as fast as usual. But as things were the punch grazed his cheek before he managed to grab Scourge's wrist to toss him to the ground and take a step back himself. "Oh have mercy." He said, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

This was going to be fun. He'd wanted to fight the other for a while now. He wanted to race him more, but that couldn't be done. There was no safe space for the two of them to race without Scourge having the chance to run away. So for now it'd have to be a fight.

The next swing was his. They both had frustrations to get out and this was the best way. Of course he knew of Scourge's handicap and he wasn't going to play dirty. He aimed everywhere but for his leg and with the inhibitor collar off Scourge did a good job countering.

Not only did he counter well but he got a good amount of hits in himself. "No wonder you gave sonic a run for his money. You -are- stronger than him." It was a genuine compliment but it also just meant that they had something in common. He himself was stronger than Prime Sonic as well. Not due to master emerald energy like Scourge but through years of consistent combat training. So it was no surprise he too got a good few punches and kicks in. If not for Scourge's leg and him being tired they'd be perfectly evenly matched.

In the end, to Zonic, it didn't matter if he won or lost. He just wanted to fight. Scourge's fist sent him flying into the wall and even though it hurt and his nose was bleeding, he felt alive.

He spindashed back at Scourge but the other evaded. It wasn't even clear which one of them was leading. That was exactly what Zonic had been counting on. They'd tire each other out. He had free use of the room for the entire rest of the day. There didn't have to be a winner. There just had to be a fight, he thought, as his foot connected with Scourge's cheek and sent him flying.

That -did- feel pretty good but he felt himself getting more and more exhausted. It wasn't easy to keep up with someone who was as strong as he was for so long. He didn't even know for how long they'd been at it. Scourge's next hit sent him stumbling to the floor however and it got harder and harder to get back up. He probably looked a mess, too, but Scourge didn't look any better. "Are you... giving up... yet?" he huffed.

This fight was going to show just how pent up he was, how angry and annoyed he had been. It was about a month he’d been staying with Zonic, and all through the few weeks, he had experienced one too many emotions he didn’t expect. He was away from his worst nightmares but now facing an irritating cop that just acted in ways he couldn’t stand. He didn’t need to hold back, he didn’t keep his handicap in mind. Being disabled meant nothing, as he did his best to maneuver with his lame leg, to work with it instead of against, but some of his attacks, he made sacrifices. It hurt, but not as much as Zonic’s punches, kicks and throws. He was rusty, having almost too slow reaction times to when the other threw a punch, but he got better as the fight continued.

With the way he felt so -satisfied- with a punch, or the fact that a kick to his stomach made him heave yet feel even more alive than he had been these past few days, he craved more. It felt painful, but in that pain it felt freeing. He hadn’t fought in what felt like a year, though it was only a couple of months. It was like reawakening an old piece of himself. Scourge’s hits were dirty, he tried to aim for Zonic’s weak points, spindashing away when he knew he could get a better hit from behind. With his leg being the way it was, his spins weren’t the best, but he managed. Every time he was tossed into the wall, he took a moment to breathe after falling to the floor. His glare was ever intense, blue eyes burning to the point he could almost pierce right through the cop through gaze alone.

Even if he was pissed, he began to laugh, smirking when Zonic landed a good hit or the compliments flowed. He didn’t return the favor, only to toss the other onto the floor and continuously punch his cheeks till he was thrown off. Falling to the floor for the ump teenth time, he struggled to raise up. His arms felt so worn and tired, but the pain began to numb. It didn’t matter if he was completely unable to move, he’d still try. He coughed, his stomach was so close to chucking up the food he had some hours ago. Zonic was still up, he had to keep going, prove he wasn’t going to let this bastard control him. He didn’t care if this was the cop giving him another chance, Scourge’s pride was all that drove him.

Despite all that, he couldn’t help but tumble back down every few steps. He still tried, over and over, his legs gave in quicker. He spat out blood, heaving to the point that his voice was rasp.

“N… No. Fuck you.” He said gravely, “What? Y-...Ya gettin’ tired too? Ha… I still got… fight left in me. I’m gonna break… your face in…!” He said, not wanting this to end just yet. He couldn’t tell what time it was or how long they were in there either. He didn’t care about the time. So narrow-minded...one last time, just one more try. Scourge got up again, his leg was on fire, his arms weighed him down and his head was lowered. He tried hopping but all his energy was gone. Scourge fell to his knees and then onto the floor. He was still conscious, growling as loudly as he could, which wasn’t loud at all. “F...fuck … fuck you!! I hate you!! I won…! I… i’m not done yet! Just… give me a sec… i… i can’t… move.”

Almost at the same time as Scourge, Zonic fell over, too. He was heaving. His chest hurt, his back hurt, in fact everything hurt. He forced himself to roll on his back. "Hhh... hh... i can't move...either." He huffed, completely out of breath. Despite the awful coppery taste in his mouth and the many many place of his skin that were probably already bruising he felt good. Better than he'd felt for a while now.

He knew it was a draw. And Scourge knew it too. Neither of them were able to move anymore. "It's... it's a draw...for now. I say we both win... but I want a rematch when you're healed and I'm no longer a walking corpse." Talking was hard. His lungs were aching.

"Fuck... hah... how're we gonna get home now..." He was more asking himself than he was asking Scourge but it was still a valid question. He couldn't even get back to his feet, how was he gonna drive a car. He hadn't thought about this minor detail before. He should've thought about it. He'd already known they'd exhaust each other. But no... he hadn't thought about it. They were just gonna be stuck here until the morning The next day was his free day, thankfully. But that didn't mean he could stay here all day.

At least for now... there was no need to rush.

He closed his eyes with a sigh. Was he just gonna fall asleep like this. He felt like there was more to say. More to do.

Everything was gonna go back to how it had been before Scourge decided he wasn't acting like a cop enough. Scourge was gonna sleep on his couch. And he would finally be able to sleep again, too.

Zonic turned his head to look at Scourge next to him. "You look awful." He mumbled and his short laugh following that was cut short by a pained groan.

“Don’t start getting… chummy with me. I’m still… p-pissed at you…!” He retorted, no real venom in his threat as he was too tired to be threatening, too exhausted to really mean any of this. He felt his head tilt towards Zonic’s direction, eyes slowly closing. He wanted just one more punch, but it wasn’t happenin’. “I could’ve… dunked your ass into next tuesday. You just… g-got lucky… Shit eater.” He couldn’t help with the insults… but he did feel better. Scourge kept it to himself how much less anxious he felt when getting used to Zonic’s home. He had felt the least amount of ‘bad’ in weeks when he just crashed on the couch. The being put in a cell, not given any attention or freedom. He remembered even more why he hated jail. The only plus side was he was alone and it was better that way.

He wanted to be alone, but it didn’t feel as good as he hoped for. His disappointment with this all was he expected Zonic to remain feeling guilty and spoil him further. As much as Zonic’s kindness and leniency irritated him, he relied on it, hoped that he could manipulate it some way just to get his ass out of trouble. In some ways, he even thought up being seductive or needy just to bribe Zonic to be nicer. It was a clusterfuck of emotions at the time and he felt his mind was a lot clearer. With his eyes completely closed, he allowed himself to relax. He was finally a little less tense and that was a pretty big deal for him. With all that energy expelled, he was definitely sure that he wouldn’t need to relieve any stress anytime soon… well, maybe.

He kind of forgot about being horny most days. With how frustrated and annoyed he became over the course of two weeks, his focused abruptly shifted from needing to feel good to just needing to be let out. It was good at least for his pride that his focus wasn’t just on things like sex or wanting to be touched. He wanted that peace of mind and he still needed it. With Zonic laying hopelessly immobile next to him, he had a small thought that reminded him why they needed to remain away from one another. It wasn’t that bothersome, they couldn’t do anything. Both were so tired out he’d be surprised if he could raise his arm just to pat the other on the shoulder. Still, it was a very tiny, miniscule thing that he hoped wouldn’t blow back up the moment he was back inside. Wait… back inside!!

“Hey… what’s a draw mean…?? I so won this… but just to be sure, if it -is- a draw and all that… what’s that gonna mean for… going inside?” He wanted to turn over but now his exhaustion was really taking hole. He groaned, sinking further into the floor, eyes too heavy to open. Whether Zonic answered or not, Scourge passed out. He couldn’t keep himself conscious anymore. There wasn’t much else thought that he could recall, he just knew his worry for the upcoming days was there, then nothing.

It felt like he blinked and suddenly was less heavy when he opened his eyes. He blinked, looking up at the ceiling for a moment before pushing himself off the floor. Goddamn, his whole body still felt like shit and like it weighed 40 more pounds than before. The soreness was almost unbearable but he would deal. He felt like walking would be impossible, his leg made it very clear all that healing was set faaaar back now. Maybe he needed a damn brace or something, but the collar was off. He could feel he was healing a lot faster than before…

Zonic ignored the insults as he'd gotten used to them over time. Same old same old. The question though he wanted to answer but he had no time. Before he answered Scourge was passed out. With a sigh he let sleep take him too. There was just no way he could move now. Later. Later they'd be able to get up again. Later he'd take Scourge home. Inside. As he'd promised. As had been the plan from the very beginning.

Things would be nice again. The loneliness would stop. The almost constant pain in his chest would stop. And most importantly Zally would stop nagging.

He opened his eyes almost at the same time as Scourge did. He just watched the other struggle to move in silence for a moment. "Scourge." He tried to get attention after a while, slowly sitting up with a small groan. "To answer the question you asked before you passed out... A draw means you're moving back into the house. On the couch. You'll be allowed to leave the house in my company and -only- in my company. And I don't want to hear a single complaint about me being 'too nice' anymore. Got it? Because...honestly... I'm at my witts end. I don't know what to do with you if you break the rules -again-... I do want a rematch though...once I can... ugh.." He was fighting himself back to his feet, but his legs decided it was too early so he ended up kneeling. "Once I can fight again. And once your leg is fully healed..."

Mildly worried he checked his communicator for the time. And it was good he did because by chaos they had to get out of here right now. "Shit. Get up." He said mildly panicked. "This is a training room and it's gonna be used today." He explained while forcing himself onto his feet again.

He went to collect the inhibitor collar at snail speed. "Sorry about that." He rather ungracefully fell on his butt next to Scourge and turned the collar between his fingers.

"Here. Put it on yourself." He dropped the collar on Scourge's chest. "And before you complain your know it's the only way and I'm too tired to fight right now. I just wanna go home... and I'm sure you're the same."

He wanted to ask Scourge to share the bed with him so so desperately. He really wanted to. Ever since that night where they'd gotten drunk his bed didn't feel the same. He'd even slept on the couch a few times. He'd mindlessly told Zally about this and she'd given him a look as if she understood exactly what was going on, but then she refused to tell him. He still wondered what she knew that he didn't know.

Maybe he was lucky and he'd have to -carry- Scourge inside. The green hog's leg was looking pretty awful after all. So if that was the case he could just carry him and then put him into his bed and all would be right with the world.

He knew he was being selfish. Scourge had decided against sharing that bed with him that night and he felt his stance on the matter hadn't changed. So he was willing to abuse his power to make it happen anyway. Not like he was planning to do anything to Scourge. Not at all. He just didn't want to sleep alone.

"Can you move?" He asked trying not to sound too hopeful.

Well, they both won, it seems. What a shitty fight this was, but he knew he felt ultimately better after having beat Zonic’s shit in (or so he called it). He liked that Zonic looked so beat up and tired, enjoyed the fact that the other was on the floor having a difficult time moving around just like himself. This felt so much better but it also hurt a lot. Still, Scourge decided to try his hand at standing too, but it was waay too hard with his leg. Fuck those guys for messing it up so bad.

“You gotta… get me a fuckin’ brace or somethin…” He kneeled, rubbing the injured leg and looked up at him when the collar was given to him. “Haha… y...you’re joking. You want me to put this back on…” He looked at the collar and then Zonic. “No…?” He huffed, already too comfortable with the fact he was promised entry to the house. He wanted to just drop the collar altogether, but held it as he attempted to move towards the door. “How about we just get out of here rather than lolligag and such?? I’ll heal faster without this stupid thing.” He limped as best as he could to the door, waiting for the other to open it up. “Any day now, gramps…!” He frowned, the other was so frantic, now it made Scourge impatient.

When they exited the building, it felt like they just walked a mile getting out of here. He sat in the passenger seat, exasperated, almost thinkin he would be better in the back so he could lay down. The collar was now in his lap. He huffed, leaning back into his seat and closed his eyes.

“Okay, copper, start drivin… high tail it out of here or whatever.” He muttered, looking out the window. He wanted to enjoy his moments without the stupid inhibitor on. It felt so much better, as if he could actually breathe again. “... Hey…” He looked over at the other for a moment and held up the collar. “...After the car ride.” Not like he’d want to willingly put it on, but he thought maybe he could at least request (or demand gently) for the collar to stay off for a moment. “... it’s itchy as hell… just sayin.”

Zonic sighed. Of course. What had he been expecting anyway? It -should- have been this exact thing but somehow some silly part of him had been hoping that it'd be different. Still, he was too tired to be really bothered so he just got up from the floor and limped after Scourge, a bit bitter about the fact that the other could actually walk. He'd have to ask after all.

"I'm gonna call a doc tomorrow to look at your leg. You'll get a brace, alright." He nodded and started his car. Driving was hard too when you were this sore but at least in these very early hours of the morning there was hardly anyone on the roads. He glanced over to Scourge holding the Collar. He hated that thing almost as much as Scourge did probably.

"Honestly I wish you didn't have to wear it until you're healed because you heal a lot faster with that thing off... unfortunately I don't trust you for a number of good reasons, so that's just not an option. So yes. After the drive but you're putting it on yourself." he nodded and stared at the road ahead of them. It was still dark out with a faint hint of sunrise on the horizon. Still it was better they were gone now.

There was a moment of silence before he spoke up again. "Tonight... I want you to sleep on the bed." His voice was a little quieter now, but determined nontheless. He needed this. He just wanted to sleep well again for once. Even if it was just a two hour nap. He wanted to know if his bed would feel as warm as he imagined it did once he shared it with Scourge. After all he'd never actually done that before. He'd never shared his bed with anyone before. And he was pretty sure, being as much of a workaholic as he was, he never would if not for Scourge.

All he knew for sure was that the other Hedgehog was warm. And that the sound of his breath could calm him down. That was all he needed. All he wanted. Just company. The beeping noise of his communicator pulled him out of his thoughts and he accepted the call. "Why are you still up Zal?"

"Not 'still' but 'already', to check on you. You know. To see if I have to haul two dead bodies out of the training room or if you're still alive."

"Thanks for having so much confidence in me."

"You're welcome. So, how'd it go? Who won?"

"It was a draw."

"Seriously??? Could you even beat him if he was healed?"

"Beat him, probably not. But another draw, sure."

"Right you were handicapped too this time, I forgot."

"So now that you checked on me can I hang up?"

"Oh sure. Just, Zonic, don't do anything... stupid."

"Ha! Too late Zal, weeks too late."

"I know. Just don't add to the list. I'm not just your friend I'm your superior too. If I see you acting like you have the past few weeks at work ever again I'm going to -force- you to take time off. And to rehome your... companion."

"I'm gonna hang up now."

"You know I'm right."

"Bye Zal."

"Hah. Bye Blue. Get some sleep."

He hung up the call and frowned. Of course she was still nagging. He'd -fixed- his issue. Right? What was there to worry. Besides that he was also awfully embarrassed that Scourge had been there to hear that call. He didn't want him to know that he hadn't been doing too well for the past two weeks either. That was just information Scourge didn't need to have. But it was too late for that now and he mentally prepared himself for getting ridiculed.

Relief. He never felt so goddamn relieved knowing that he could at least keep the collar off. He knew for sure that Zonic’s reasons were valid, he wouldn’t deny that. He leaned back in his seat, feeling his neck once the inhibitor was placed on his lap. He smiled to himself, it felt so nice to feel his neck again. The fur there was understandably much shorter than everything else around it. He hadn’t felt this free in a while. He could definitely tell there was quite a change without his body was feeling as opposed to the inhibitor’s effects. He wanted to walk around like this but it’d be too much to ask for. He was… gonna try to not complain. Try.

“Wha? Why do you want me to sleep in your bed? You’re sleeping on the couch then, right?” He asked, his brow raised but that communicator sounded. What was that all about? He perked up, staring directly at the other once a girl’s voice came up. She sounded very familiar, he’d heard her voice before. He frowned a bit, turning away till he actually began to listen to their conversation. He felt himself getting upset. “Did…” He waited till they were done, sitting up as best as he could before he gave him another glare.

“Did you… fuckin’ tell her everything??” He asked, now feeling a bit of panic there. He wasn’t bothered that Zally knew he wasn’t in prison, it was the gay shit he was afraid of -anyone- finding out. That was suppose to be classified information. Not anyone else’s business. It wasn’t going to happen again anyways so why would this need to be told to anyone. “I think I heard her say, um, and i quote ‘rehome your companion’. What the fuck does that mean?? Have you been telling her about that… shit we did? I swear I’ll break your face in… No one’s supposed to know that!!” He blushed, now feeling like he was having a crisis all over again. “I’m not gay… I’m not into guys!! It’s not for real…!” He huddled up in his seat, groaning from his bruises arms and tried to cross them without hurting himself too much. “Why would you tell her that...Goddamn it.” He huffed, he couldn’t relax as much as he wanted to now.

Zonic's ears were drooping guiltily. "I didn't... I mean I did. But I didn't tell her about -that-... I had to tell her about -you- because I need her help if I want to take down Zobotnik... But if you remember I was covered in hickeys and my lips were cut. She knows the only girl after me is Zamy and that I'm basically married to my work. And She saw the bite marks and knows what you're teeth look like. She's not stupid. She just knew. She knew you weren't in any position to beat me up because of the collar so it had to be something else. I could hardly walk that day, too. What do you think?!" He tried to defend himself.

"I didn't plan on telling her. She won't tell anyone else. I trust her. You can trust her too." He clenched his teeth, his hands gripping the wheel a bit harder. There it was again. Scourge's denial. His rejection. "I'm not gonna touch you. I promise. I get it. You're not gay. You don't like me. Just so you know I wasn't planning on doing anything with you in bed... I just wanted to share... but if it irks you that much I guess you sleep on the couch." He sighed quietly. Great. Thanks Zal. This was awful.

"Look, can we just... not talk about this?" He mumbled, pulling into his garage. He pointed at the collar. "Put it on.... and... if that makes it any better for you... I didn't tell her the details. She just know that something happened. It took me over an hour to convince her that it was consensual too. She was ready to come over and tear you apart. Now at least she just thinks I'm a weirdo. No need to be mad."

Not that he was concerned about the Zally thing right now. Not at all actually. All he was concerned with was the fact that he still couldn't get what he wanted even after more or less making up with Scourge. And now his call with Zally had probably ruined the very slim chance he had to ever get closer to Scourge again. Not that that had been his main goal. But he definitely wouldn't mind it either.

For now he waited for the other to put the collar on, mentally preparing himself for another night in his way too big, cold bed. When had he gotten so attached to having company. Would any company do? Would any warm body next to him do?

But then where would he ever find someone willing to just spend time with him like that? The answer was nowhere. Because people like that didn't exist. Either it was Zamy who wanted to marry him and control every aspect of his life which was... scary. Or it was Scourge who was only around because he had no choice. Thinking it like this was a massive blow to Zonic's ego. Was he really that bad?

It wasn’t the most convincing, but Scourge didn’t blow up. He blushed, got irritated and wanted to punch something again, wriggled angrily in his seat then relaxed and huffed. He wasn’t about to scream, he was too tired. Now someone knew about what they did. He hated this, he really hated that this was something someone -else- knew about. He groaned but looked out the window, seeing they were already at the house. Wow… that was...fast. His ear was facing Zonic, not giving him any glance till he mentioned the collar.

“Ughhh…” He sighed loudly, picking up the collar and then looked it over. Why did he need this one again? He’d never heal like this… and their fight just made things worse. “This is stupid.” He huffed and slowly inched the collar closer to his neck. He wanted to chuck it out the damn window, hated that he was… listening. He almost pulled the collar away and tossed it, but the look of the cell… seeing that again… no. Scourge slapped the collar on, feeling it lock around his neck. He groaned, pulling at it lightly and slumped in his seat. “If I was -anyone- else, I’d fuckin’ cry right now. I hate this thing!! Can you at least take it off of me every now and then? Please??” He lolled his head toward zonic, giving him puppy eyes almost but then frowned, squeezing his eyes shut and sat up, feeling for the handle to open the door. “Fuccccccck” He muttered, forehead pressed against the window. He opened the door, slumped out and slowly went over to the front door. “Fuuuuuuuck” He moaned out loud, shaking the door knob just to make Zonic hurry up to get it open.

Getting inside, Scourge went straight to the bed. He missed that fuckin bed, not even bothering with the couch since it wasn’t folded out. He opened the room door, getting on the bed and laid right on top, arms and legs spread out as he took up most of it. He nuzzled the blanket and pillows under him, humming to himself.

“I missed how -soft- you were! I mean.. It’s better when i’m alone.” He said to the bed and kissed it. “Dumbass cops not allowed! Go make food or something if you’re by the door!” He yelled out loud. He just… felt so much relief. Despite the collar being back on, he was just happy to be back inside.

TBC...

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