“I can smell your delicious hormones going haywire.”

Gadget couldn’t find it in himself to do anything in response, other than steady his grip on his wispon.

“Such a predictable method of entrapment would have never contained me; the fox clearly did not get his homework checked. I believe that enough time has passed for Eggman to have finished his preparations…”

“N-no way… you got caught on purpose.”

“Hahaha… you really thought I’d been outsmarted? I went along with it to give you pathetic soldiers false hope that you could win… I would be on my way now, but never in my life have I been so enticed by another’s scent. I cannot leave without treating myself first...”

Time distorted, and the illusionist was mere millimetres away from Gadget’s person. Feeling a sense of deja vu, he stumbled backwards and pressed the wispon against the other’s abdomen. The jackal flexed his digits in anticipation.

“Will you do it?”

Gadget shook from the internal pressure.

“Hahaha… time is up.”

Infinite backhanded the weapon across the room, and shoved Gadget into the chair. He pulled the red wolf’s legs up and pressed them together, then bonded them with a linkage of cubes. He drank in the sight of his prey looking just the way he wanted him - petrified and exposed. The red fur and amber gaze suddenly stood out to him.

“Ah… I remember you. I suppose I was doing myself a favour by letting you live after our previous encounter!” 

Finding his senses, the rookie made a move to attack the other canine, only for him to retaliate by grabbing both wrists and shoving them behind Gadget’s back. Following suit were cube restraints to match the ones on his legs. Infinite hummed in satisfaction.

“Perfect.”

A black-gloved hand immediately shot out of view, and Gadget felt a painful intrusion in a place most private to him. He let out a shriek that increased in volume as the finger went deeper. The wrist attached to the invading digit twisted to stretch the tight pucker at all angles, before pulling back.

“Just lay there nice and open for me… hmm, it seems you don’t have an option. HAHAHA!”

Infinite grabbed the crimson wolf’s legs and lifted further them up, before aligning himself with the prepared opening. The wolf, between tears, whispered in disbelief.

“Don’t do this to me…”

Gadget’s tail moved to block access, but the illusionist batted it aside and slammed in halfway. The scream that followed almost broke Infinite’s ear drums, but it was worth it to feel the wolf’s walls constrict around his member. Despite the other’s protests, he sank in the rest of the way, and relished in his tightness. He felt himself losing control over his actions - his hands trembled as the digits curled and uncurled around the rookie’s shaking thighs. They were lithe and slightly muscular. He twitched inside the wolf, and began smoothly gliding in and out due to the precum from his overexcitement. 

“Ahh… you are exactly what I’ve been needing…”

He kneaded his thumbs into the crevices where the wolf’s thighs and groin met, eliciting a distressed whimper from the bound canine. Gadget’s member began to emerge from its sheath. 

“You’re starting to feel good now too, hmm?”

Gadget violently shook his head ‘no’. The illusionist changed his rhythm, speeding up a little and adding a curve to his thrusts. More soft cries left the crimson canine’s mouth, before he bit his lip to silence himself. 

“Tsk, I will make you love this.”

A black-gloved hand reached to palm at the other’s now fully erect shaft, causing him to buck into the touch. The chair bumped quietly against the wall as Infinite added more power to his pistoning. Becoming too focused on the pleasure, he was out of jabs to bother the red wolf with. Feeling uncomfortably hot with the mask on, Infinite ripped it off and threw it to the side in favour of latching his fangs onto the skin of Gadget’s neck. His thumb massaged the other’s swollen head, which had already begun streaming precum. The resistance soldier moaned in bliss, shooting an unexpected wave of pleasure up the illusionist’s spine. 

He wasn’t going to last, and neither was the rookie. Testing out angles to find the spot that would undo the subjugated wolf, he found it by way of a particularly loud cry, and fixated on it. Clenching his teeth, Infinite accidentally broke the skin he’d forgotten was still between them, but Gadget didn’t even notice. Tears, whether straight from pleasure or torment, fell from his muzzle in rivulets. The jackal pulled red legs closer in order to cram that last centimetre deep into the wolf’s guts, and amped up the pace by one more notch. Against his better instincts, he began growling as his climax slammed down upon him, and he moved a hand back to stroke the weeping member beneath him. Gadget howled as his inner walls began convulsing, bringing the other canine to ram himself to the hilt and release inside. The crimson wolf’s seed shot all over himself and the illusionist, and he heard his headset’s call tone steadily increase in volume.

Flinching and gasping for air, Gadget sat up in his chair, causing the book he’d been reading to flop onto the floor. He was drenched in sweat, and more confused than the first time his parents took him to a house of mirrors when he was a kid. Belatedly realizing that his headset was still ringing, he pressed the response button in a panic. A nasally voice belonging to the two tailed fox rang through his conscience. 

“I’ve been trying to call you for like ten minutes! I was just trying to make sure everything was alright.”

Gadget made a stupid noise and tumbled out of the chair, before almost giving himself whiplash turning toward the equipment housing the masked jackal… who was still very much in stasis. He balked.

“Err. Yup. Everything’s great.”

He checked his watch, to see that he’d fallen asleep for a whopping four hours.

“But uhh… can someone switch me out? I am uncomfortable now.”

With his back facing the captive villain, Gadget missed the brief glint from the blacked out eye on his mask.