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I think I'm getting better at writing robot sex. Maybe ^^;", "writing": "Sonic’s arms and legs pumped as his face was slicked by sweat. His breath was coming in pants by now after the trial of endurance he was close to completing. His feet beat against the ground, trampling grass and dirt as he passed.\n\nHe looked to his right and saw that Shadow was keeping pace with him, and didn’t seem to be as weary as Sonic felt. But Shadow was a master of appearing impassive. Perhaps he was more tired than he seemed. Sonic hoped so because he couldn’t take much more of this.\n\nThe finish line was in sight, though. His ignored his body’s demands for him to stop and powered through the screaming from his muscles. He burst past the tree line and skidded to a stop.\n\nShadow did the same and as he stilled his legs his face turned down in a frustrated frown. Sonic shot him a smug grin. He’d passed the line of trees just a fraction of a second before Shadow had. The victory this time went to Sonic.\n\n“I win again, Shads.” He bragged while puffing his chest out proudly. Shadow didn’t seem impressed.\n\n“Barely.” Shadow muttered angrily. Well, at least he admitted Sonic had won. That was progress in culling that pride of his to manageable levels.\n\n“Do I get a prize?” Sonic asked, raising an eyebrow at his rival.\n\nShadow glared at him. “Nothing other than an even more inflated ego.”\n\n“Aww, no victory smooch for the triumphant racer?” Sonic asked, only half teasing.\n\nShadow grumbled something unintelligible. Sonic grinned and strolled over to be closer to Shadow. Shadow backed away while shooting Sonic a look that could simmer flesh. Sonic ceased his approach to keep out of punching range.\n\n“We had an agreement.” Shadow intoned coldly.\n\n“Yes, but I didn’t sign anything. We could break that agreement and no one would rain punishment down on us.” Sonic was all swagger as he cocked his hip and placed a hand on it, an easygoing grin stretching across his lips, but Shadow repeated his action in backing away.\n\n“I have no interest in sleeping with you again, Faker. Drop it.” Shadow’s tone was stern. Sonic heard no hesitation nor doubt in his voice.\n\nSonic pouted, but ceased his approach. He couldn’t say he was shocked. Shadow had made it clear during their first dive between the sheets that the affair meant nothing and would lead to nothing. They had just both had some adrenaline to work off after a long and hard fight against Eggman’s robots. They’d worked the excess energy off on each other with no ties or expectations come the morning after.\n\nTheir attraction had been brief and explosive, and the sex had been the same. But Sonic would respect Shadow’s wishes if he had no desire to repeat the performance.\n\n“Fine, have it your way.” Sonic backed off with his hands raised palm out in a calming motion. “It’s just been a while since I’ve seen your face. It’s fun to make it turn all red.”\n\nShadow scoffed at him and turned to leave.\n\n“Hey, wait up! Come on, just hang out with me for a while!” Sonic pleaded, and Shadow at least gave him the courtesy of turning towards him. \n\nSonic needed to capitalize on the chance, it wasn’t one that came about often. Pinning Shadow down lately for a get-together was about as challenging as pinning down a ghost.\n\n“Why?” Shadow asked bluntly.\n\n“’Cause I haven’t seen you in a while. We haven’t raced at all for months! What have you been up to?” Sonic’s intention was only to make friendly conversation, but it seemed Shadow didn’t take his questions as such.\n\n“My business is my own, Faker. Who are you to probe me like this?”\n\nSonic resisted making an obvious joke about ‘probing’ since Shadow was already in a foul mood. He only wanted to spend some time with his friend and rival, but of course Shadow saw hidden motives that didn’t exist behind his words. Immature jokes would only drive a bigger wedge between them. This was Sonic’s first opportunity in far too long to speak to his friend.\n\n“Could you relax a little for once? All I want is to spend some time with a friend.”\n\nShadow blinked in what Sonic thought might be surprise, but Sonic had never been too good at reading Shadow so he could have been completely wrong in his assessment. Still, Shadow replied to him.\n\n“I…appreciate the offer, but I have plans for this evening.”\n\nSonic gave his own blink of surprise. Shadow wasn’t much of a planner, he usually decided on a goal then charged forward towards it with all the grace of a bull on steroids. Someone else must have made these plans and had invited Shadow along.\n\nIt was most likely his teammates, or more specifically Rouge since Omega gave the same impression towards planning things that Shadow did. Well, far be it from Sonic to interrupt a friendly get together.\n\n“With who?” Sonic asked anyway.\n\nShadow stared at Sonic from over his shoulder intensely for a few moments. Sonic got the impression he was being analyzed. The answer to such a simple question shouldn’t have warranted such a piercing look.\n\n“No one.” Shadow answered after a tense silence.\n\nNow Sonic’s curiosity had rocketed into the stratosphere. He obviously didn’t want Sonic to know what he was up to.\n\n“Aww, come on! You can tell me!” Sonic pressed, and he really should have known better.\n\nShadow seemed more exasperated than angry at Sonic’s insistence. His probing was ignored and Shadow sped off into the trees. Sonic didn’t try to follow. He could have caught up, as his victory during their race proved, but Shadow would Chaos Control away to parts unknown if Sonic kept pushing him.\n\nSonic left for home, Shadow on his mind. Shadow’s business was his own, but the hedgehog worried him sometimes with how isolated he tended to be. He hoped that whoever was taking up Shadow’s time would do good by him.\n\n***\n\nShadow was grateful for his ability to stay collected under pressure. Sonic didn’t seem to have realized how nervous his questions had made Shadow.\n\nThere was a part of him that wondered if Sonic had some inkling of how Shadow had been spending his time and why he had been refusing Sonic’s constant pestering for races. But Sonic was a naïve fool that could not have possibly found him out, right?\n\nSonic would not be sympathetic if he discovered Shadow had been spending time with Metal Sonic. Shadow didn’t have the best history with the hero, and if Sonic knew that he had become close to Metal the hero would have good reason to be suspicious of them both. Shadow didn’t want to put Metal in danger while he was still trying to figure out his place in the world. Metal deserved a better introduction to free will than Shadow had experienced.\n\nShadow was determined to provide for the robot as he discovered the freedom he deserved. In whatever capacity he was able to. Shadow had done his best these past months to teach Metal what he knew of the world. They’d seen much of it together, as Shadow’s Chaos Control could take them anywhere they wished. \n\nUnfortunately, Metal hadn’t asked for a repeat of their dalliance together. Shadow didn’t want to pressure Metal, but Shadow’s body hadn’t forgotten the feeling of Metal inside of him and it desired more, much more. \n\nBut Shadow had to be sure of Metal’s intentions first. His mental state was only just repairing itself and beginning to understand how limited his life was before. If he wanted to explore his sexuality, even if it would be with someone else, then Shadow refused to stand in his way. Metal deserved his patience.\n\nThat didn’t mean the lack of interest from Metal didn’t hurt.\n\nThose thoughts were forced out of Shadow’s mind. He wouldn’t sulk about this. If Metal wanted someone else, he would deal with it then. But before that happened, Shadow would support him in whatever way he needed.\n\nShadow freshened up at his apartment and told Rouge that he would be away from their home for most of the night. His friend knew better than to ask questions she wouldn’t get answers to, so she let him go with a cheerful goodbye and nothing more. Rouge was a private person herself and understood better than anyway his need for privacy. He gave her the same courtesy after all. After Sonic’s nagging, her understanding was a welcome relief. \n\nHe was meeting Metal in the warehouse district, somewhere isolated so they would be unlikely to be seen. The secrecy was necessary but frustrating. Shadow hoped that, with time, the world would give Metal the same chance he had been given. But for now they could not be seen together, and Metal could not be seen at all.\n\nHe entered the building and glanced around for Metal but didn’t find him, so he leaned against a wall and waited for his arrival.\n\nShadow didn’t wait long. The familiar sound of jet propulsion sounded from above and Metal flew in through a skylight. The fading sunlight glinted against his shiny surface, illuminating him to Shadow’s eyes.\n\nShadow had become accustomed to reading the robot despite him not being capable of facial expressions besides the constant glaring he had been built with. The clenched fists and straight posture spoke of anger.\n\n“What’s the matter?” Shadow inquired, not wasting breath on pleasantries when something was bothering his robotic…friend? Lover? Shadow wasn’t entirely sure what to call Metal.\n\nMetal also wasted no time in getting to the point, something Shadow always appreciated.\n\n“I saw you conversing with my wretched copy earlier today.”\n\nShadow nodded slowly, unsure of where this was going. Did Metal suspect him of treachery? “Yes, Sonic has been asking to race me for some time and I wanted him to leave me be, so I indulged him.”\n\nMetal’s tensed stance didn’t change. “You did not solicit him for sexual intercourse?”\n\nShadow started slightly, not at all expecting that kind of response. He hastened to answer.\n\n“No, I have no interest in sleeping with him.” Shadow explained hastily. He wondered where Metal had been lurking for him to have seen them but not have heard what they had discussed. Perhaps he had flown over them and seen them racing.\n\n“But you have engaged in carnal relations with him in the past.”\n\n“Yes, and I told him then that it was a one-time thing. I meant it then and I mean it now.”\n\nIt was sounding very much like Metal was feeling jealous. Shadow knew that Metal hated Sonic, and turning from Eggman hadn’t improved that attitude. But Metal had always asserted that he was the superior of the two and that Sonic was a copy of him rather than the opposite.\n\nMetal felt things as deeply as any organic Mobian did. His circuitry and wiring was advanced enough to simulate a Mobian’s capacity for learning, growing, and feeling. After liberating himself from Eggman, those feelings had been allowed to surpass anger and hatred. \n\nNow a new feeling seemed to be emerging. Envy of Sonic, of all people, over Shadow. It was entirely baseless and Metal’s accusations were irritating, but it made Shadow hope that perhaps, despite the lack of physicality between them, that there was something connecting them after all.\n\nShadow reached out a gentle hand and cupped Metal’s face. Metal remained tense but tilted his head slightly into the touch unconsciously.\n\n“Let me show you that you’re the only one that I want, Metal.” Shadow silently hoped Metal would take the invitation. Shadow longed to have Metal and be had in return.\n\nMetal pressed a hand to Shadow’s chest and backed them up until Shadow’s back hit the wall. His metal digits curled into Shadow’s own hands and slid the hedgehog’s arms up the wall until he was pinned with his arms above his head. Shadow let it happen, hoping that Metal was actually interested in fucking him again after all.\n\n“I did not like watching you with him. He leered at you. I wanted to hurt him for it.”\n\nMetal’s cold fingers rubbed his wrists. He shifted his grip so one hand held both of Shadow’s and moved the other downwards. He reached Shadow’s groin and rubbed the slit he found there.\n\n“I didn’t think you…ah…wanted to do this again.”\n\nMetal gave out a sound that may have been a scoff.\n\n“What gave you that impression?” The robot asked.\n\n“You haven’t been very forward since the last time we were intimate.”\n\n“Neither have you. I concluded that you required time to consider what occurred between us.” Metal murmured into his neck as he fondled his sheath. Shadow’s cock began to emerge and the hot flesh warmed Metal’s digits.\n\nCompletely cutting off all outward interest in him was apparently Metal’s version of being considerate. Shadow had to laugh at the absurdity of the misunderstanding.\n\n“I do not understand the reason for your amusement.” Metal intoned.\n\n“Don’t…ooh…worry about it…I’d just thought the same of you…” Shadow trailed off, becoming quickly distracted by Metal’s ministrations to his dick, which had now fully revealed itself and was being jacked by the robot’s slow and steady hand.\n\nShadow’s pre-cum was shining against metallic fingers as the robot spread it over his length to ease the slide of Metal’s hand. Shadow tried to shift and thrust into the touch but Metal squeezed his wrists in warning whenever he did so.\n\n“Allow me to do as I wish with you.” Metal demanded, his tone brokering no argument. Shadow nodded dazedly.\n\n“I just…want you to feel good…” Shadow’s voice was a breathless wisp of a sound.\n\n“I enjoy touching you. I will enjoy fucking you.” Metal reassured. Shadow relaxed and let Metal touch him at his own pace.\n\nMetal didn’t relent in his grip on Shadow’s wrists, but his opposite hand did leave his cock to reach around to Shadow’s ass. A curious finger prodded his entrance, circling it and tauntingly pressing in just enough to be felt.\n\n“I have studied pornographic videos to improve my sexual abilities. I have archived techniques for foreplay.”\n\nMetal still didn’t seem to understand that technical jargon was a bit of a turn-off. Shadow would just have to help him improve in this area as well.\n\n“Metal, we talked about this. You need to work on your dirty talk. Have you-ah!- archived-ooh…” Shadow’s words were lost to the pleasure as the finger plunged a little deeper.\n\n“Do you have a preference?” It seemed Metal understood him anyway, despite his incoherence.\n\n“Let’s try something romantic this time, okay?” Shadow was feeling affectionate towards Metal at the moment, a feeling that had been building for months and was threatening to burst through to the surface.\n\n“You are a sight unlike any other.” Somehow Metal’s voice took on a breathy quality even though the robot did not breathe. It was a rather endearing sound. “Your beauty is incomparable to anything on this planet.”\n\nThe suddenness with which the finger inside him roughly thrust into his depths was at odds with the gentle words Metal spoke. The contradiction only served to drive Shadow even wilder with desire. \n\n“Ah…fuck!” Shadow cursed as the thrusting finger drove into him without any of the teasing present before. Metal may have researched foreplay, but that didn’t mean he had the patience for it to last very long. Which was just fine by Shadow.\n\n“Having you writhing against me, hard for me, is a rush I can’t have anywhere else.” Metal whispered his endearments before adding another finger to Shadow’s tight ass. The fingers scissored him open, stretching him wider than what was comfortable. The ache was soothed by Metal’s pelvis sliding against his weeping cock.\n\nShadow whimpered wordlessly and pleadingly. He wasn’t sure if Metal’s words were sincere or if he was only repeating the fruits of his pornographic research, but for the moment Shadow chose to believe in them.\n\nHe so desperately wished them to be true. He didn’t want to call it love, but he felt something akin to affection for Metal. Something that could be love someday.\n\n“I want to be inside of you. I want to feel you around me, holding me tight within you. You’re at your most beautiful when I’m fucking you.”\n\n“Then fuck me already.” Shadow begged, too needy and wanting to consider his pride. Metal had that effect on him.\n\n“Very well.” Metal responded by flipping Shadow around and thrusting his metal cock into Shadow’s ass. Metal had moved forward a little too fast for comfort, but being used like a plaything was Shadow’s favorite part of Metal having him. More than anything, he wanted to be of use to Metal.\n\nShadow groaned and arched his back. Metal had let go of his wrists to turn him around, but he soon found them griped tight and held at his lower back. Metal’s other hand gripped his quills, his metal epidermis unbothered by their sharp pricks.\n\nMetal’s hips were hard as they struck against the soft flesh of his ass. His toes curled at the ache that mixed deliciously with the pleasure of having his prostate pegged by a long and hard shaft. He had gone months without this. Now that he was being thoroughly reminded of the sensations Metal created within him, Shadow wondered how he had gone so long without.\n\nHe wished he could see Metal’s face, wished he could kiss that metallic skin, but if this was how Metal wanted him then Shadow would oblige. He’d oblige to anything Metal wanted from him. \n\n“You won’t ever let my wretched copy have this. Never again.” Metal ordered harshly, punctuating his words with hard thrusts.\n\n“Yes, just you, only you…” Shadow promised, a delirious smile forming on his lips. If possessiveness was the most he could have from Metal, he would take it. Shadow would take anything he could get from the badnik. \n\nThe warehouse’s wall was rough and it scraped against his belly. His fur protected him from injury but it did nothing to keep the dirt and grime off of him. Shadow took pride in his appearance and made a point to groom himself to perfection. But that was one more rule Metal effortlessly broke. Shadow couldn’t care less how dirty he got so long as Metal kept fucking him.\n\nMetal didn’t go easy on him. He maintained his punishing pace and only slowed down when he felt Shadow clench tighter around him, indicating he was about to come. Metal dragged things out by gripping Shadow’s sack hard whenever they were ready to spill and slowed down until Shadow’s orgasm had been abated.\n\nMetal kept Shadow on edge, always teetering towards a devastating fall, always just moments away from a collapse. Shadow screamed and cried against the filthy wall in frustration and agonizing ecstasy. He thought he could feel his sanity slipping away through his fingers.\n\n“Oh, fuck, Metal…Metal…” Shadow babbled incoherently.\n\n“I am pleased by the way you say my name. You sound as if you worship every syllable of it.”\n\n“I do, Metal, I do…”\n\nNothing made sense beyond the metal cock inside of him. His world was Metal Sonic’s dick fucking him hard and nothing else. Shadow didn’t want his world to be anything else. He thought that if this pleasure killed him now in Metal’s arms that would be the best way for him to go.\n\nIf Metal wanted this to last then it would last as long as he pleased. If Metal wanted him to die like this then Shadow would die for him by drowning in pleasure.\n\n“I have realized the idea of you engaged in romantic or sexual activities with another angers me. You are mine from now on.” Metal’s blunt declaration caught Shadow off guard, and he would have shed a few happy tears if he were not already sobbing from the ecstasy.\n\n“Yes, yours. I’m yours.” Shadow declared with as much steel in his voice as he could manage. He wanted Metal to know that he was serious.\n\n“Good.” That was enough for Metal. Shadow had more than proven his loyalty over the months they’d gotten to know each other. His declaration was plenty for Metal to believe in. His trust warmed Shadow’s heart.\n\n“I would like to update our status to romantic partners. Do you accept?”\n\nBeing asked in such a way while being fucked against a warehouse wall was the least romantic way to ask someone to be your boyfriend Shadow could think of, and yet it suited Metal somehow to ask him like this. It was charming in a very odd way.\n\n“Yes, I accept.” Shadow said through his giggling and moaning.\n\nAs Shadow’s giddy giggling was transformed back into moaning, Metal took sweet mercy on him eventually, and a spray of cum further dirtied the warehouse wall. Metal didn’t have the ability to cum, so he simply withdrew from Shadow’s body.\n\nIn an unexpected display of tenderness, Metal caught Shadow as he collapsed under his own weight. His legs were useless for standing after the ordeal he’d been through. Cold metal hands lifted him up and cradled him.\n\n“Tell me…what I can do for you…” Shadow muttered as his eyes began to slip shut.\n\n“Rest, beloved, for what is to come.”\n\nShadow didn’t comprehend what the latter part of his statement could mean as his mind latched onto the endearment and fireworks went off in Shadow’s mind. But that wasn’t enough to overcome his exhaustion, so he passed into sleep with a smile on his lips.\n\nHe woke up hours later in his bed. The memory of Metal’s words as he had fallen asleep came back and brought a rare smile to the stoic hedgehog’s face. Beloved. Beloved. He hadn’t been beloved by anyone in a long time.\n\n***\n\nIt had been a suspiciously long time since Sonic had last tangled with his robotic clone. Months, in fact. The unusual period of calm was disconcerting to the hero, who had become accustomed to constant danger.\n\nSo when Metal was spotted in a shopping center in Westopolis it was almost a relief. Sonic was raring for a good fight and Metal never disappointed in that department. He’d gotten a call from the local police force and immediately sped off to meet his foe and stop whatever nefarious deeds he was planning.\n\nHe also looked forward to seeing his ever-grumpy rival who had made his home in Westopolis. It had been too long since he and Shadow had met. Shadow was another person that never failed to impress him, in more ways than one.\n\nSonic made the trip in record time as he always did. The area had been evacuated, leaving Sonic as the only living being in the area as he searched for his copy. He’d expected to find Shadow already on the scene, but Sonic couldn’t sense his familiar glow of Chaos Energy anywhere nearby. He must have been away from the city when Metal had rolled into town.\n\nThe state of the shopping area surprised Sonic. Specifically, the lack of destruction. The buildings were pristine and still standing and there were no corpses littering the streets. Of course that was a relief to Sonic, but it was also a source of great confusion. Metal wasn’t a subtle sort and everywhere he went destruction followed. This peaceful city street wasn’t something Sonic associated with Metal’s presence.\n\nHe had to find his robotic copy before the destruction began. Sonic figured being spotted by the local police must have simply interrupted whatever Metal was up to.\n\nSonic walked the streets for about a minute before Metal found him rather than him finding Metal. He flew into sight and hovered a few feet above the ground. The robot’s face was as steely as ever, but by his clenched fists it seemed he was angry. That was hardly a surprise, Metal was always angry at Sonic over something.\n\n“Long time no see!” Sonic cheerfully greeted his robotic clone. “What’cha been up to?”\n\n“I have been occupied with more worthy pursuits than fighting with my pathetic copy. Leave me to my business.”\n\n“No can do, buddy. Your ‘business’ usually involves somebody getting hurt, and I can’t let you do that.” Sonic replied, still cheerful as he crouched into a defensive battle stance. He was ready and raring for a fight.\n\nBut Metal didn’t attack to Sonic’s surprise. He turned his back and made to leave. Sonic straightened and called out.\n\n“Whoa, wait a second, that’s not how this works!” What was going on with Metal? Nothing about this so far had made any sense. Metal was always looking for an excuse to beat him up. \n\nMetal turned back to him. Sonic got the sense that he was annoying his clone. The constant glare that was the badnik’s face gave nothing away, however.\n\n“Do you wish to have bodily harm inflicted on you? I have come to understand some organics enjoy such things.”\n\nMetal seemed almost sly when he spoke those words. Was he teasing Sonic? Not taunting as cruelly as he usually did, but lightly jabbing him with a playful barb. That’s what it seemed like, but Sonic had never seen such behavior from Metal. This was all very strange.\n\n“Sure, but I’m not one of them.” \n\nThat wasn’t entirely true. Sonic couldn’t throw himself into dangerous situations almost daily without being a bit of a masochist. But Metal definitely didn’t need to know that about Sonic.\n\n“I see.” The teasing, if that was what that was, was gone once again from Metal’s voice and replaced with impassiveness.\n\nA silence passed over them. Sonic shifted from one foot to another awkwardly as he scrambled for something, anything, to break the quiet that had taken over.\n\n“Sooo…I see the square is still intact. Why is that? Egghead send you to do his shopping?” Sonic to throw out his own teasing to match Metal’s. \n\nEven antagonizing the robot would be better than standing there in awkward silence. Besides, he did genuinely want some answers. Metal had always been easy to understand, but now Sonic’s world was being thrown into chaos. His expectations were being denied at every turn during this conversation. Hell, it defied expectations to even be having a conversation with Metal.\n\n“I no longer work for Dr. Robotnik.”\n\n“Say what now?” Sonic blinked stupidly up at Metal, hearing his words but not completely comprehending them.\n\n“I. No. Longer. Work. For. Dr. Robotnik.” Metal sounded out slowly and carefully. Again, Sonic got the sense the robot was annoyed. Which begged the question, why had Metal not attack yet if he was so very annoying?\n\nSonic rolled his eyes to display his annoyance at the comment, but inside he was a mass of confusion. Metal had always resisted Sonic’s attempts at turning him over to their side of the fight. What had finally changed his mind?\n\n“Why not? I mean, that’s a good thing, obviously, but why?” Sonic abandoned all pretenses of confidence and let his bafflement seep into his voice.\n\n“I have already stated the reason: I have found more worthy pursuits.”\n\n“And those would be…?” Sonic prodded.\n\n“I have fallen in love.”\n\n“…Huh?”\n\n“It is my understanding that when two people engage in a romantic relationship they exchange gifts on the fourteenth of February.”\n\n“Uh…”\n\n“My pursuit at the moment is seeking to purchase a gift for my paramour. You and the rest of the sniveling organics in this city have misinterpreted the situation.”\n\n“What.”\n\n“You continue to confirm my bias against organic beings. With the exception of my paramour.”\n\n“What?!”\n\nSonic had never felt more lost in his entire life. Nothing that Metal was saying made any sense. His paramour? He was buying a Valentine’s Day gift for a girlfriend? \n\nNo one in their right mind would date Metal! Sonic wasn’t convinced Metal was even capable of feeling love. This had to be some kind of ruse.\n\nSonic had no idea what the point of such a ruse would be, but it couldn’t be anything but a falsity.\n\n“So…who is your ‘paramour’ then?” Sonic’s curiosity was burning him from the inside out. If this paramour, if they were even real, of Metal’s was someone that could get him away from Eggman, they must have been a pretty impressive person.\n\n“Shadow.”\n\n“What.”\n\n“Shadow. The. Hedgehog. The Ultimate Lifeform.” Metal sounded out slowly again, his already low opinion of Sonic plummeting into the ground.\n\nSonic stared open mouthed at Metal, having no idea what to say. He realized with sudden clarity exactly what Shadow had been up to these past months when every request for a race was rejected with no explanation.\n\n“He had also stated that my lovemaking skills are superior to yours. Listen.” Metal ordered before a recording played from somewhere within his robotic body. \n\nThe voices that came from the recording were all too familiar to Sonic. One voice was as steely as it always was, and the other was filled with passion.\n\n“You let a pathetic weakling like Sonic fuck you. Tell me who fucks you better!”\n\n“You! Fuck, Metal, you fuck me so much better than Sonic! I need more!”\n\nThe breathiness of Shadow’s voice went straight to Sonic’s groin. He’d only heard those sultry tones once, but it had never left his mind. Shadow was a firebrand in bed. Sonic regretted never asking for a repeat performance when he’d had a chance to.\n\nBut damn, Shadow was freakier than he’d thought if he preferred solid metal in his ass rather than Sonic’s length of flesh. Sonic doubted anybody but the Ultimate Lifeform would be able to take it from Metal.\n\nAnd what the hell was that about Metal fucking him better than Sonic?!\n\n“Do you require more proof, my wretched copy? Your tiny brain seems to have not comprehended the situation.”\n\n“No! No, that is definitely not required!” Sonic flailed his hands in a mad gesture of refusal. He definitely didn’t need to hear more details of whatever his rival and enemy, former enemy?, were doing to each other. Especially if it involved disparaging Sonic’s apparently inferior skills.\n\n“I wish to define the parameters of our relationship to you. I will not share Shadow with another.”\n\nSonic felt a pang of something, perhaps bitterness, in his gut at having things so bluntly spelled out for him. Shadow had made his choice, and that choice wasn’t Sonic. The blue blur had missed his chance and Metal had been the one to swoop in and claim Shadow for himself.\n\nIt was wrong to be jealous, but Sonic couldn’t help how he felt. Anybody would mourn losing someone like Shadow to another. But those were feelings Sonic would never act on. He’d wish Shadow well and move on with his life. Chaos knew Shadow wouldn’t put up with Sonic being envious.\n\nBesides, despite their fighting for opposite sides, Sonic had never hated Metal. Just as he had never hated Shadow when they had been enemies. Sonic was thrilled that Shadow had turned from his self-destructive path, and he’d be just as happy for Metal.\n\nAnd Sonic would wish his friend and rival well if Metal was who he wanted. Whatever envy he experienced he would keep to himself.\n\n“Okay, message received, no need to go all alpha male on me.” Sonic replied with a dismissive wave that was more casual than his roiling feelings.\n\n“Then I will leave to retrieve the necessary items.”\n\nMetal turned and jetted off, but Sonic followed after him on foot. He wondered what the robot planned for Valentine’s Day for the Ultimate Lifeform. Neither of them were much of a romantic, so it would be interesting to see what Metal would get up to.\n\nHis first stop was an electronics store, and because the shopkeeper had been evacuated, Metal surprised Sonic by leaving a pile of rings as payment instead of just taking what he wanted. Next, he went to a metal worker and retrieved an impressive amount of raw metal.\n\nExactly what sort of Valentine’s Day gift involved the purchase of expensive electronics and metal alloys? Sonic didn’t want to give too much thought to whatever Metal had planned for Shadow. The Ultimate Lifeform would be able to handle it, Sonic was sure. Mostly sure.\n\n***\n\nMetal had disappeared on him, and while Shadow understood that the badnik wasn’t exactly a sensitive lover, he was still put out by his disappearance after their confessions that were spoken in the warehouse.\n\nValentine’s Day was approaching as well, and though Shadow didn’t expect anything to mark the occasion, he would have liked to spend the day with Metal. It would be their first as a couple and it should be spent together.\n\nRouge had plans to spend the day with Knuckles. She’d asked what Shadow would be doing and he had refused to answer. He didn’t really have an answer. He had no idea if Metal would be at all interested in spending the day with him.\n\nHe had never cared for Valentine’s Day before, but his newly founded relationship made him hope for something, anything really, to happen. His hope was squelched by Metal’s continued absence. Even a call or a brief visit would have been appreciated.\n\nBut Shadow didn’t hold it against Metal. He was new to not only romance but to any relationship besides that of creator and creation, and that of enemies with everyone else. He refused to be glum over a holiday that was commercialized trite anyway.\n\nStill, it snuck into his thoughts on lonely nights.\n\nOn the day in question, the sun was setting when Metal made his appearance. He flew in through the window Shadow had made a habit of leaving open for just this reason.\n\n“I have a gift for us both. Come.” Metal didn’t wait for a response, instead scooping Shadow into his arms and leaving the room again through the window. \n\nThey flew to the same warehouse they had made love in days ago before Metal had disappeared. Only this time, it seemed somebody, presumably Metal, had transformed the place into a workshop of sorts.\n\nAs the centerpiece of the place, a large throne dominated the back wall. The thing was not pretty, a twisted mass of scrap metal bound together with sharp edges protruding in several angles. Was this his present? Why did Metal think he wanted such a thing?\n\nMetal set him down on the ground and moved to the throne, sitting it in and lounging like a king. He fixed Shadow with a stern gaze.\n\n“I have a proposal for a sexual activity that I believe we will both enjoy to commemorate the romantic holiday known as Valentine’s Day. I have conducted the proper upgrades on myself to proceed with it. Observe.”\n\nMetal’s form became liquid molten metal, and the liquid shifted and reformed until a familiar shape was made from the ooze. The shape the robot had taken when they had first met and had stood against each other. Neo Metal Sonic in all his glory.\n\nHe was glorious to behold. Shadow hadn’t had the frame of mind to admire the craftsmanship of this form the last time they had met this way. He’d been lost and confused by his lack of memory and had had nothing to go on except Rouge’s instruction. That instruction had pitted them against one another, for good reason at the time.\n\nNow, Shadow could appreciate Metal as he was. It was quite a sight to behold. The spikes that protruded from the back of his head were intimidating and regal all at once, a crown as well as a weapon. His whole body shimmered and shined with new, polished and undented armor plating. \n\n“How…?” Shadow began, stunned nearly speechless.\n\n“I have remade this form, albeit imperfectly. I do not have the required data to perfect this form. My power is not enhanced to the point it once was. However, I wished to have the appearance of possessing the great power I once had.”\n\n“Okay, but, why?” Shadow trusted Metal enough at this point to know he wasn’t plotting world domination again, so why would he want this form again?\n\n“I wish to engage in something organics refer to as ‘roleplay.’”\n\nShadow nodded in understanding. With all the pornography Metal had been researching, it was inevitable for him to come across such a thing.\n\n“I’m willing to try it. What did you have in mind?”\n\n***\n\nHis lord was seated in his throne, casually as can be, watching Shadow’s approach with impassive, glowing eyes. Shadow walked to the throne and kneeled, bending over humbly until his forehead was pressed to the ground before Metal.\n\n“You called for me, my lord?” Shadow said.\n\n“Yes, I require your services.” Metal responded, adjusting his seating so his legs were parted wide and his elbow rested on the throne’s arm. He leaned the side of his head onto his hand to support it and looked at Shadow expectantly.\n\nThe servant raised his head and looked to his ruler.\n\n“Again, my lord? You have made use of me so many times…” Shadow’s eyes sparkled a little despite his hesitant words.\n\n“Would you defy me, your king?” Metal’s voice took on a slight snarl. However, any anger in his voice was tempered with tenderness.\n\n“No, never! You command everything that I am, my lord.” Shadow\n\n“Then why do you hesitate? Come forward.” Metal twitched a finger to beckon Shadow to him, and Shadow was powerless against the command.\n\nShadow crawled forward on hands and knees, not daring to raise himself to his feet in his lord’s presence. He stopped when he reached the throne. A tentative hand reached for one of the lord’s feet.\n\nGentle hands ran their fingers over one of the metal feet, touching its crevices and feelings its smooth texture. Once every inch of its surface was graced with Shadow’s touch, he moved to the opposite foot and properly worshipped it as well.\n\nThe feet were given their due, so Shadow moved his hands to Metal’s calves. They were given the same treatment as his lord’s feet.\n\n“Thank you, my lord. Thank you for letting me touch you. For letting me worship you as you deserve.” Shadow murmured.\n\n“You should be grateful to be permitted to touch your master.”\n\n“I am, lord, I am.” Shadow leaned in to press a kiss to his king’s inner thigh.\n\nHis tongue laved over the smooth metal. It explored deeper between Metal’s legs until it reached his groin. The artificial cock had not emerged from its sheath yet, and Shadow gave his lord a questioning gaze.\n\n“You have to earn my cock. We’ll see if you deserve to look upon all of me.”\n\n“I will do anything for you, anything to earn the privilege to pleasure you.”\n\n“Then allow me to play with your body as I wish. Come to me.”\n\nShadow climbed onto the throne and placed himself in Metal’s lap. His lordship adjusted Shadow until he was splayed across his legs with his spine and ass exposed.\n\nA claw touched his lower back, a ghost of a touch, which trailed up his spine. It brought to Shadow’s mind his and Metal’s first encounter. It was as dangerous a touch as it was then. That sharpened claw could cut him in half, but Shadow trusted his lover to not do so. Still, the adrenaline junkie within Shadow thrilled at the stroking on his back.\n\nThe finger dipped low and found the curve of his ass. Metal palmed the thick flesh, massaging it and testing its perkiness. What he found pleased him, and he delivered a smack to the right cheek to watch it bounce and quiver.\n\nShadow moaned and squealed in a single breath from the surprise and sudden, sharp pain. \n\n“Hmm…your reaction is pleasing. The sound you produced is…cute.”\n\nCute? That wasn’t something Shadow ever expected to be called, and never expected to hear from Metal’s voice. Nevertheless, the compliment made his flush a little in happiness. He loved it whenever his lord was happy with him.\n\nThe other ass cheek received the same treatment. Shadow buried his pride and continued to squeal for his lord. He resisted the urge to squirm as his cock began to reveal itself from his sheath. He wanted to rut against his king’s legs, but he hadn’t gotten permission to pleasure himself so he stilled his body with monumental effort.\n\nWhen the skin of his ass was surely reddened beneath his fur, Metal let up. His hand was harder than an organic appendage, so Shadow couldn’t take as many hits as he could have from another. Still, he took more than any normal Mobian would be able to. Shadow would have taken more if it would have pleased his king, but he was still grateful for Metal’s temperance and care with his body.\n\n“You display impressive self-control. You have earned the privilege of sucking my cock.”\n\nShadow moaned at the words and slid from his king’s lap. He kneeled and licked his lips in anticipation as the artificial sheath slid open to reveal a thick and metallic length.\n\nMetal reclined as Shadow pressed a kiss to the tip of the cock before letting his lips glide over it and suck lightly. He took more and more of it into his mouth until he felt the solid shaft slip down his throat. A lesser being would have choked at the intrusion, but not Shadow. He managed to swallow around it and take it all in.\n\nHe deep-throated his master, moaning as he did so to let him feel the vibrations along the length. Metal granted him the joy of hearing him moan to let him know he was doing well. Shadow knew the sounds were only for his benefit. His king did not have the impetus to moan as organics did.\n\nShadow’s own cock went untouched, but hardened further anyway. He got all the pleasure he needed from satisfying his lord.\n\nShadow bobbed his head, letting Metal’s cock slip from his throat and be sucked back in. He worked his lips when they reached the tip when he leaned back. He kissed and sucked then took the full length back down his throat.\n\nSuddenly, he gagged and chocked as his mouth was filled with bitter liquid without warning. It seemed Metal had given himself the ability to cum.\n\nShadow swallowed it down with some difficulty. The volume was more than any Mobian could produce and the shock of it made his throat tighten. But he swallowed almost all of it down, only a slight dribble escaping from his mouth.\n\n“You are quite skilled. Who’s cock is the best you’ve ever tasted?”\n\nShadow pulled back enough to speak around the intruder in his mouth and said as best he could, “Yours, my lord. No dick tastes as good or feels as good in my ass as yours, my only king.”\n\n“Then reap your reward and take my cock into your ass. You deserve it.”\n\n“Thank you, lord, thank you.” Shadow whimpered. He released his lips from Metal’s groin and returned to sitting on Metal’s lap. “How do you wish to have me, my king?”\n\n“Like this. I want to watch your face.”\n\nShadow nodded and swung his legs across Metal’s lap so he was straddling his king. He reached behind himself and penetrated his tight ring of muscles with a single finger. He didn’t want those claws anywhere near his hole and knew Metal wouldn’t subject him to that, so he took matters into his own hand.\n\nHe stretched himself until he could scissor himself wide. He then shifted upwards and forwards until he was hovering above his king’s cock, which now angled upwards to better thrust up into his ass.\n\nHe lowered himself carefully. He metal cock had no give and was difficult to take, but his body had become accustomed to the feeling of hard metal inside of him. With some care and finagling, he seated himself on Metal’s legs, stuffed full of his lord.\n\nShadow needed a moment to adjust, but was soon bouncing on his lord’s length, fucking himself with care. He took things slow at first, but picked up his pace as his ass took to the intrusion. He had to brace his hands against Metal’s shoulders to maintain his pace.\n\nMetal stayed still, knowing Shadow would have enough difficulty taking him without his lord thrusting up into him. \n\nThey moaned as they came together gloriously, their bodies, organic and artificial, meeting with each thrust and producing a burst of pleasure each time. Metal’s eyes were fixed on Shadow. The king watched as his body writhed and his muscles flexed.\n\nShadow’s lips drooled and let saliva drip onto Metal’s epidermis. On his downward thrusts, Shadow pressed kisses to Metal’s face and licked up the saliva he could reach.\n\nMetal remained reclined and relaxed, letting Shadow fuck himself and do all the work as a loyal servant should. Shadow only wanted his king to feel good and cared nothing for Metal not touching him in return. He liked the burden being on him to create pleasure for them both.\n\n“Remove yourself. I wish to try a new position.”\n\nShadow obeyed, letting Metal’s length leave his ass with a needy whimper. Metal pushed him back until he forced onto his feet.\n\nThe lord stood and walked behind Shadow to put a claw on his spine. He pushed forward slightly, and Shadow had to step forward to keep the claw from causing harm to his back. He moved until he fell into the throne, his hands braced on the seat and his ass in the air. \n\nFootsteps moving away from him indicated Metal was leaving. Shadow remained still until they returned.\n\nHands appeared before his eyes, and they were holding a strip of cloth. The cloth was placed over his eyes and his sight was taken. If his lord wished him deprived of his senses, then Shadow would raise no protest.\n\nA second silky cloth bound his wrists behind his back. Shadow had to support himself with his forehead and chest on the seat of the throne. He was helpless and under his king’s power, doubly so now that he could not move nor see. It was a rush that went straight to Shadow’s weeping and still untouched cock.\n\nClaws came to his hips to grip him tight. Shadow could feel the claws brushing against his tender stomach.\n\nHard metal was pressed once again to his entrance and slid inside carefully. Metal had not displayed such care in the past, but Shadow was happy to receive it. His ass was beginning to ache from the spanking and the stretch it had already been through.\n\nThe gentleness didn’t last. Once Shadow had loosened enough to be ready for it, Metal went at him with all the vigor he had before. A gentle lover, his lord was not, and Shadow wouldn’t have it any other way.\n\nHe was a slave to the badnik since the first time they had fucked. He was his toy, his plaything. This game of theirs only gave words to what was already known to the both of them. Metal was the lord of Shadow’s world.\n\nHis lack of sight made his other senses compensate. His body was on fire; his ears were filled with Metal’s moaning. \n\nHis prostate was pegged with practiced precision. Metal had only needed a single encounter to know his body more thoroughly than Shadow did, and he took full advantage of his knowledge.\n\n“You are perfection. You are everything.” Metal said quietly, as if it were a secret. It was quite a contrast to Metal’s usually bold tone and loud volume. But Shadow heard, and understood the whispered words.\n\nHe had been the one to show Metal the benefits of free will. He had been the one to expose Metal to a world of pleasure. He had been the one Metal had fallen for so he could experience love for the first time. \n\nThey meant more to each other than words were sufficient to describe. \n\nShadow’s orgasm hit him, along with a sudden wave of overwhelming adoration for Metal, and he moaned out, “My king, my only lord, my only…” as pleasure overtook him. Metal released another batch of cum into his ass, filling him up with warmth. It spilled from him as Metal pulled out.\n\nMetal lifted him from where he had collapsed into the seat of the throne and held him tight as they cuddled on the elaborate seating. Shadow purred and snuggled into the embrace. Metal had never stuck around after sex before. It warmed him inside and out to finally be treated like a proper boyfriend rather than a casual fuck.\n\nThe robot remained in his Neo form. It was large enough to encompass all of Shadow in its embrace. He maneuvered his claws with care in order to remove the blindfold and the bindings on Shadow’s wrists.\n\nThe cum in his ass was allowed to drip onto Metal’s legs and the throne. Shadow liked the feeling, and made a mental note to thank Metal for that particular improvement.\n\nOnce free, Shadow draped his arms around his paramour’s shoulders and relaxed into his embrace. He sighed with contentment and allowed the silence to wash over them as they both relaxed from their high.\n\n“I’d go with you.” Shadow murmured after a time.\n\n“Elaborate.”\n\n“If you had a kingdom of your own to rule. I would go with you, to be with you.” Shadow’s eloquence was leaving him as sleepiness took hold.\n\n“I would not want a kingdom of my own if you were not by my side to rule it.”\n\nShadow smiled as he drifted off, enjoying the feeling of Metal’s hand stroking his quills and the other holding his waist to keep them pressed close together.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Sonic’s arms and legs pumped as his face was slicked by sweat. His breath was coming in pants by now after the trial of endurance he was close to completing. His feet beat against the ground, trampling grass and dirt as he passed.

He looked to his right and saw that Shadow was keeping pace with him, and didn’t seem to be as weary as Sonic felt. But Shadow was a master of appearing impassive. Perhaps he was more tired than he seemed. Sonic hoped so because he couldn’t take much more of this.

The finish line was in sight, though. His ignored his body’s demands for him to stop and powered through the screaming from his muscles. He burst past the tree line and skidded to a stop.

Shadow did the same and as he stilled his legs his face turned down in a frustrated frown. Sonic shot him a smug grin. He’d passed the line of trees just a fraction of a second before Shadow had. The victory this time went to Sonic.

“I win again, Shads.” He bragged while puffing his chest out proudly. Shadow didn’t seem impressed.

“Barely.” Shadow muttered angrily. Well, at least he admitted Sonic had won. That was progress in culling that pride of his to manageable levels.

“Do I get a prize?” Sonic asked, raising an eyebrow at his rival.

Shadow glared at him. “Nothing other than an even more inflated ego.”

“Aww, no victory smooch for the triumphant racer?” Sonic asked, only half teasing.

Shadow grumbled something unintelligible. Sonic grinned and strolled over to be closer to Shadow. Shadow backed away while shooting Sonic a look that could simmer flesh. Sonic ceased his approach to keep out of punching range.

“We had an agreement.” Shadow intoned coldly.

“Yes, but I didn’t sign anything. We could break that agreement and no one would rain punishment down on us.” Sonic was all swagger as he cocked his hip and placed a hand on it, an easygoing grin stretching across his lips, but Shadow repeated his action in backing away.

“I have no interest in sleeping with you again, Faker. Drop it.” Shadow’s tone was stern. Sonic heard no hesitation nor doubt in his voice.

Sonic pouted, but ceased his approach. He couldn’t say he was shocked. Shadow had made it clear during their first dive between the sheets that the affair meant nothing and would lead to nothing. They had just both had some adrenaline to work off after a long and hard fight against Eggman’s robots. They’d worked the excess energy off on each other with no ties or expectations come the morning after.

Their attraction had been brief and explosive, and the sex had been the same. But Sonic would  respect Shadow’s wishes if he had no desire to repeat the performance.

“Fine, have it your way.” Sonic backed off with his hands raised palm out in a calming motion. “It’s just been a while since I’ve seen your face. It’s fun to make it turn all red.”

Shadow scoffed at him and turned to leave.

“Hey, wait up! Come on, just hang out with me for a while!” Sonic pleaded, and Shadow at least gave him the courtesy of turning towards him.

Sonic needed to capitalize on the chance, it wasn’t one that came about often. Pinning Shadow down lately for a get-together was about as challenging as pinning down a ghost.

“Why?” Shadow asked bluntly.

“’Cause I haven’t seen you in a while. We haven’t raced at all for months! What have you been up to?” Sonic’s intention was only to make friendly conversation, but it seemed Shadow didn’t take his questions as such.

“My business is my own, Faker. Who are you to probe me like this?”

Sonic resisted making an obvious joke about ‘probing’ since Shadow was already in a foul mood. He only wanted to spend some time with his friend and rival, but of course Shadow saw hidden motives that didn’t exist behind his words. Immature jokes would only drive a bigger wedge between them. This was Sonic’s first opportunity in far too long to speak to his friend.

“Could you relax a little for once? All I want is to spend some time with a friend.”

Shadow blinked in what Sonic thought might be surprise, but Sonic had never been too good at reading Shadow so he could have been completely wrong in his assessment. Still, Shadow replied to him.

“I…appreciate the offer, but I have plans for this evening.”

Sonic gave his own blink of surprise. Shadow wasn’t much of a planner, he usually decided on a goal then charged forward towards it with all the grace of a bull on steroids. Someone else must have made these plans and had invited Shadow along.

It was most likely his teammates, or more specifically Rouge since Omega gave the same impression towards planning things that Shadow did. Well, far be it from Sonic to interrupt a friendly get together.

“With who?” Sonic asked anyway.

Shadow stared at Sonic from over his shoulder intensely for a few moments. Sonic got the impression he was being analyzed. The answer to such a simple question shouldn’t have warranted such a piercing look.

“No one.” Shadow answered after a tense silence.

Now Sonic’s curiosity had rocketed into the stratosphere. He obviously didn’t want Sonic to know what he was up to.

“Aww, come on! You can tell me!” Sonic pressed, and he really should have known better.

Shadow seemed more exasperated than angry at Sonic’s insistence. His probing was ignored and Shadow sped off into the trees. Sonic didn’t try to follow. He could have caught up, as his victory during their race proved, but Shadow would Chaos Control away to parts unknown if Sonic kept pushing him.

Sonic left for home, Shadow on his mind. Shadow’s business was his own, but the hedgehog worried him sometimes with how isolated he tended to be. He hoped that whoever was taking up Shadow’s time would do good by him.

***

Shadow was grateful for his ability to stay collected under pressure. Sonic didn’t seem to have realized how nervous his questions had made Shadow.

There was a part of him that wondered if Sonic had some inkling of how Shadow had been spending his time and why he had been refusing Sonic’s constant pestering for races. But Sonic was a naïve fool that could not have possibly found him out, right?

Sonic would not be sympathetic if he discovered Shadow had been spending time with Metal Sonic. Shadow didn’t have the best history with the hero, and if Sonic knew that he had become close to Metal the hero would have good reason to be suspicious of them both. Shadow didn’t want to put Metal in danger while he was still trying to figure out his place in the world. Metal deserved a better introduction to free will than Shadow had experienced.

Shadow was determined to provide for the robot as he discovered the freedom he deserved. In whatever capacity he was able to. Shadow had done his best these past months to teach Metal what he knew of the world. They’d seen much of it together, as Shadow’s Chaos Control could take them anywhere they wished.

Unfortunately, Metal hadn’t asked for a repeat of their dalliance together. Shadow didn’t want to pressure Metal, but Shadow’s body hadn’t forgotten the feeling of Metal inside of him and it desired more, much more.  

But Shadow had to be sure of Metal’s intentions first. His mental state was only just repairing itself and beginning to understand how limited his life was before. If he wanted to explore his sexuality, even if it would be with someone else, then Shadow refused to stand in his way. Metal deserved his patience.

That didn’t mean the lack of interest from Metal didn’t hurt.

Those thoughts were forced out of Shadow’s mind. He wouldn’t sulk about this. If Metal wanted someone else, he would deal with it then. But before that happened, Shadow would support him in whatever way he needed.

Shadow freshened up at his apartment and told Rouge that he would be away from their home for most of the night. His friend knew better than to ask questions she wouldn’t get answers to, so she let him go with a cheerful goodbye and nothing more. Rouge was a private person herself and understood better than anyway his need for privacy. He gave her the same courtesy after all. After Sonic’s nagging, her understanding was a welcome relief.

He was meeting Metal in the warehouse district, somewhere isolated so they would be unlikely to be seen. The secrecy was necessary but frustrating. Shadow hoped that, with time, the world would give Metal the same chance he had been given. But for now they could not be seen together, and Metal could not be seen at all.

He entered the building and glanced around for Metal but didn’t find him, so he leaned against a wall and waited for his arrival.

Shadow didn’t wait long. The familiar sound of jet propulsion sounded from above and Metal flew in through a skylight. The fading sunlight glinted against his shiny surface, illuminating him to Shadow’s eyes.

Shadow had become accustomed to reading the robot despite him not being capable of facial expressions besides the constant glaring he had been built with. The clenched fists and straight posture spoke of anger.

“What’s the matter?” Shadow inquired, not wasting breath on pleasantries when something was bothering his robotic…friend? Lover? Shadow wasn’t entirely sure what to call Metal.

Metal also wasted no time in getting to the point, something Shadow always appreciated.

“I saw you conversing with my wretched copy earlier today.”

Shadow nodded slowly, unsure of where this was going. Did Metal suspect him of treachery? “Yes, Sonic has been asking to race me for some time and I wanted him to leave me be, so I indulged him.”

Metal’s tensed stance didn’t change. “You did not solicit him for sexual intercourse?”

Shadow started slightly, not at all expecting that kind of response. He hastened to answer.

“No, I have no interest in sleeping with him.” Shadow explained hastily. He wondered where Metal had been lurking for him to have seen them but not have heard what they had discussed. Perhaps he had flown over them and seen them racing.

“But you have engaged in carnal relations with him in the past.”

“Yes, and I told him then that it was a one-time thing. I meant it then and I mean it now.”

It was sounding very much like Metal was feeling jealous. Shadow knew that Metal hated Sonic, and turning from Eggman hadn’t improved that attitude. But Metal had always asserted that he was the superior of the two and that Sonic was a copy of him rather than the opposite.

Metal felt things as deeply as any organic Mobian did. His circuitry and wiring was advanced enough to simulate a Mobian’s capacity for learning, growing, and feeling. After liberating himself from Eggman, those feelings had been allowed to surpass anger and hatred.

Now a new feeling seemed to be emerging. Envy of Sonic, of all people, over Shadow. It was entirely baseless and Metal’s accusations were irritating, but it made Shadow hope that perhaps, despite the lack of physicality between them, that there was something connecting them after all.

Shadow reached out a gentle hand and cupped Metal’s face. Metal remained tense but tilted his head slightly into the touch unconsciously.

“Let me show you that you’re the only one that I want, Metal.” Shadow silently hoped Metal would take the invitation. Shadow longed to have Metal and be had in return.

Metal pressed a hand to Shadow’s chest and backed them up until Shadow’s back hit the wall. His metal digits curled into Shadow’s own hands and slid the hedgehog’s arms up the wall until he was pinned with his arms above his head. Shadow let it happen, hoping that Metal was actually interested in fucking him again after all.

“I did not like watching you with him. He leered at you. I wanted to hurt him for it.”

Metal’s cold fingers rubbed his wrists. He shifted his grip so one hand held both of Shadow’s and moved the other downwards. He reached Shadow’s groin and rubbed the slit he found there.

“I didn’t think you…ah…wanted to do this again.”

Metal gave out a sound that may have been a scoff.

“What gave you that impression?” The robot asked.

“You haven’t been very forward since the last time we were intimate.”

“Neither have you. I concluded that you required time to consider what occurred between us.” Metal murmured into his neck as he fondled his sheath. Shadow’s cock began to emerge and the hot flesh warmed Metal’s digits.

Completely cutting off all outward interest in him was apparently Metal’s version of being considerate. Shadow had to laugh at the absurdity of the misunderstanding.

“I do not understand the reason for your amusement.” Metal intoned.

“Don’t…ooh…worry about it…I’d just thought the same of you…” Shadow trailed off, becoming quickly distracted by Metal’s ministrations to his dick, which had now fully revealed itself and was being jacked by the robot’s slow and steady hand.

Shadow’s pre-cum was shining against metallic fingers as the robot spread it over his length to ease the slide of Metal’s hand. Shadow tried to shift and thrust into the touch but Metal squeezed his wrists in warning whenever he did so.

“Allow me to do as I wish with you.” Metal demanded, his tone brokering no argument. Shadow nodded dazedly.

“I just…want you to feel good…” Shadow’s voice was a breathless wisp of a sound.

“I enjoy touching you. I will enjoy fucking you.” Metal reassured. Shadow relaxed and let Metal touch him at his own pace.

Metal didn’t relent in his grip on Shadow’s wrists, but his opposite hand did leave his cock to reach around to Shadow’s ass. A curious finger prodded his entrance, circling it and tauntingly pressing in just enough to be felt.

“I have studied pornographic videos to improve my sexual abilities. I have archived techniques for foreplay.”

Metal still didn’t seem to understand that technical jargon was a bit of a turn-off. Shadow would just have to help him improve in this area as well.

“Metal, we talked about this. You need to work on your dirty talk. Have you-ah!- archived-ooh…” Shadow’s words were lost to the pleasure as the finger plunged a little deeper.

“Do you have a preference?” It seemed Metal understood him anyway, despite his incoherence.

“Let’s try something romantic this time, okay?” Shadow was feeling affectionate towards Metal at the moment, a feeling that had been building for months and was threatening to burst through to the surface.

“You are a sight unlike any other.” Somehow Metal’s voice took on a breathy quality even though the robot did not breathe. It was a rather endearing sound. “Your beauty is incomparable to anything on this planet.”

The suddenness with which the finger inside him roughly thrust into his depths was at odds with the gentle words Metal spoke. The contradiction only served to drive Shadow even wilder with desire.

“Ah…fuck!” Shadow cursed as the thrusting finger drove into him without any of the teasing present before. Metal may have researched foreplay, but that didn’t mean he had the patience for it to last very long. Which was just fine by Shadow.

“Having you writhing against me, hard for me, is a rush I can’t have anywhere else.” Metal whispered his endearments before adding another finger to Shadow’s tight ass. The fingers scissored him open, stretching him wider than what was comfortable. The ache was soothed by Metal’s pelvis sliding against his weeping cock.

Shadow whimpered wordlessly and pleadingly. He wasn’t sure if Metal’s words were sincere or if he was only repeating the fruits of his pornographic research, but for the moment Shadow chose to believe in them.

He so desperately wished them to be true. He didn’t want to call it love, but he felt something akin to affection for Metal. Something that could be love someday.

“I want to be inside of you. I want to feel you around me, holding me tight within you. You’re at your most beautiful when I’m fucking you.”

“Then fuck me already.” Shadow begged, too needy and wanting to consider his pride. Metal had that effect on him.

“Very well.” Metal responded by flipping Shadow around and thrusting his metal cock into Shadow’s ass. Metal had moved forward a little too fast for comfort, but being used like a plaything was Shadow’s favorite part of Metal having him. More than anything, he wanted to be of use to Metal.

Shadow groaned and arched his back. Metal had let go of his wrists to turn him around, but he soon found them griped tight and held at his lower back. Metal’s other hand gripped his quills, his metal epidermis unbothered by their sharp pricks.

Metal’s hips were hard as they struck against the soft flesh of his ass. His toes curled at the ache that mixed deliciously with the pleasure of having his prostate pegged by a long and hard shaft. He had gone months without this. Now that he was being thoroughly reminded of the sensations Metal created within him, Shadow wondered how he had gone so long without.

He wished he could see Metal’s face, wished he could kiss that metallic skin, but if this was how Metal wanted him then Shadow would oblige. He’d oblige to anything Metal wanted from him.

“You won’t ever let my wretched copy have this. Never again.” Metal ordered harshly, punctuating his words with hard thrusts.

“Yes, just you, only you…” Shadow promised, a delirious smile forming on his lips. If possessiveness was the most he could have from Metal, he would take it. Shadow would take anything he could get from the badnik.

The warehouse’s wall was rough and it scraped against his belly. His fur protected him from injury but it did nothing to keep the dirt and grime off of him. Shadow took pride in his appearance and made a point to groom himself to perfection. But that was one more rule Metal effortlessly broke. Shadow couldn’t care less how dirty he got so long as Metal kept fucking him.

Metal didn’t go easy on him. He maintained his punishing pace and only slowed down when he felt Shadow clench tighter around him, indicating he was about to come. Metal dragged things out by gripping Shadow’s sack hard whenever they were ready to spill and slowed down until Shadow’s orgasm had been abated.

Metal kept Shadow on edge, always teetering towards a devastating fall, always just moments away from a collapse. Shadow screamed and cried against the filthy wall in frustration and agonizing ecstasy. He thought he could feel his sanity slipping away through his fingers.

“Oh, fuck, Metal…Metal…” Shadow babbled incoherently.

“I am pleased by the way you say my name. You sound as if you worship every syllable of it.”

“I do, Metal, I do…”

Nothing made sense beyond the metal cock inside of him. His world was Metal Sonic’s dick fucking him hard and nothing else. Shadow didn’t want his world to be anything else. He thought that if this pleasure killed him now in Metal’s arms that would be the best way for him to go.

If Metal wanted this to last then it would last as long as he pleased. If Metal wanted him to die like this then Shadow would die for him by drowning in pleasure.

“I have realized the idea of you engaged in romantic or sexual activities with another angers me. You are mine from now on.” Metal’s blunt declaration caught Shadow off guard, and he would have shed a few happy tears if he were not already sobbing from the ecstasy.

“Yes, yours. I’m yours.” Shadow declared with as much steel in his voice as he could manage. He wanted Metal to know that he was serious.

“Good.” That was enough for Metal. Shadow had more than proven his loyalty over the months they’d gotten to know each other. His declaration was plenty for Metal to believe in. His trust warmed Shadow’s heart.

“I would like to update our status to romantic partners. Do you accept?”

Being asked in such a way while being fucked against a warehouse wall was the least romantic way to ask someone to be your boyfriend Shadow could think of, and yet it suited Metal somehow to ask him like this. It was charming in a very odd way.

“Yes, I accept.” Shadow said through his giggling and moaning.

As Shadow’s giddy giggling was transformed back into moaning, Metal took sweet mercy on him eventually, and a spray of cum further dirtied the warehouse wall. Metal didn’t have the ability to cum, so he simply withdrew from Shadow’s body.

In an unexpected display of tenderness, Metal caught Shadow as he collapsed under his own weight. His legs were useless for standing after the ordeal he’d been through. Cold metal hands lifted him up and cradled him.

“Tell me…what I can do for you…” Shadow muttered as his eyes began to slip shut.

“Rest, beloved, for what is to come.”

Shadow didn’t comprehend what the latter part of his statement could mean as his mind latched onto the endearment and fireworks went off in Shadow’s mind. But that wasn’t enough to overcome his exhaustion, so he passed into sleep with a smile on his lips.

He woke up hours later in his bed. The memory of Metal’s words as he had fallen asleep came back and brought a rare smile to the stoic hedgehog’s face. Beloved. Beloved. He hadn’t been beloved by anyone in a long time.

***

It had been a suspiciously long time since Sonic had last tangled with his robotic clone. Months, in fact. The unusual period of calm was disconcerting to the hero, who had become accustomed to constant danger.

So when Metal was spotted in a shopping center in Westopolis it was almost a relief. Sonic was raring for a good fight and Metal never disappointed in that department. He’d gotten a call from the local police force and immediately sped off to meet his foe and stop whatever nefarious deeds he was planning.

He also looked forward to seeing his ever-grumpy rival who had made his home in Westopolis. It had been too long since he and Shadow had met. Shadow was another person that never failed to impress him, in more ways than one.

Sonic made the trip in record time as he always did. The area had been evacuated, leaving Sonic as the only living being in the area as he searched for his copy. He’d expected to find Shadow already on the scene, but Sonic couldn’t sense his familiar glow of Chaos Energy anywhere nearby. He must have been away from the city when Metal had rolled into town.

The state of the shopping area surprised Sonic. Specifically, the lack of destruction. The buildings were pristine and still standing and there were no corpses littering the streets. Of course that was a relief to Sonic, but it was also a source of great confusion. Metal wasn’t a subtle sort and everywhere he went destruction followed. This peaceful city street wasn’t something Sonic associated with Metal’s presence.

He had to find his robotic copy before the destruction began. Sonic figured being spotted by the local police must have simply interrupted whatever Metal was up to.

Sonic walked the streets for about a minute before Metal found him rather than him finding Metal. He flew into sight and hovered a few feet above the ground. The robot’s face was as steely as ever, but by his clenched fists it seemed he was angry. That was hardly a surprise, Metal was always angry at Sonic over something.

“Long time no see!” Sonic cheerfully greeted his robotic clone. “What’cha been up to?”

“I have been occupied with more worthy pursuits than fighting with my pathetic copy. Leave me to my business.”

“No can do, buddy. Your ‘business’ usually involves somebody getting hurt, and I can’t let you do that.” Sonic replied, still cheerful as he crouched into a defensive battle stance. He was ready and raring for a fight.

But Metal didn’t attack to Sonic’s surprise. He turned his back and made to leave. Sonic straightened and called out.

“Whoa, wait a second, that’s not how this works!” What was going on with Metal? Nothing about this so far had made any sense. Metal was always looking for an excuse to beat him up.

Metal turned back to him. Sonic got the sense that he was annoying his clone. The constant glare that was the badnik’s face gave nothing away, however.

“Do you wish to have bodily harm inflicted on you? I have come to understand some organics enjoy such things.”

Metal seemed almost sly when he spoke those words. Was he teasing Sonic? Not taunting as cruelly as he usually did, but lightly jabbing him with a playful barb. That’s what it seemed like, but Sonic had never seen such behavior from Metal. This was all very strange.

“Sure, but I’m not one of them.”

That wasn’t entirely true. Sonic couldn’t throw himself into dangerous situations almost daily without being a bit of a masochist. But Metal definitely didn’t need to know that about Sonic.

“I see.” The teasing, if that was what that was, was gone once again from Metal’s voice and replaced with impassiveness.

A silence passed over them. Sonic shifted from one foot to another awkwardly as he scrambled for something, anything, to break the quiet that had taken over.

“Sooo…I see the square is still intact. Why is that? Egghead send you to do his shopping?” Sonic to throw out his own teasing to match Metal’s.

Even antagonizing the robot would be better than standing there in awkward silence. Besides, he did genuinely want some answers. Metal had always been easy to understand, but now Sonic’s world was being thrown into chaos. His expectations were being denied at every turn during this conversation. Hell, it defied expectations to even be having a conversation with Metal.

“I no longer work for Dr. Robotnik.”

“Say what now?” Sonic blinked stupidly up at Metal, hearing his words but not completely comprehending them.

“I. No. Longer. Work. For. Dr. Robotnik.” Metal sounded out slowly and carefully. Again, Sonic got the sense the robot was annoyed. Which begged the question, why had Metal not attack yet if he was so very annoying?

Sonic rolled his eyes to display his annoyance at the comment, but inside he was a mass of confusion. Metal had always resisted Sonic’s attempts at turning him over to their side of the fight. What had finally changed his mind?

“Why not? I mean, that’s a good thing, obviously, but why?” Sonic abandoned all pretenses of confidence and let his bafflement seep into his voice.

“I have already stated the reason: I have found more worthy pursuits.”

“And those would be…?” Sonic prodded.

“I have fallen in love.”

“…Huh?”

“It is my understanding that when two people engage in a romantic relationship they exchange gifts on the fourteenth of February.”

“Uh…”

“My pursuit at the moment is seeking to purchase a gift for my paramour. You and the rest of the sniveling organics in this city have misinterpreted the situation.”

“What.”

“You continue to confirm my bias against organic beings. With the exception of my paramour.”

“What?!”

Sonic had never felt more lost in his entire life. Nothing that Metal was saying made any sense. His paramour? He was buying a Valentine’s Day gift for a girlfriend?

No one in their right mind would date Metal! Sonic wasn’t convinced Metal was even capable of feeling love. This had to be some kind of ruse.

Sonic had no idea what the point of such a ruse would be, but it couldn’t be anything but a falsity.

“So…who is your ‘paramour’ then?” Sonic’s curiosity was burning him from the inside out. If this paramour, if they were even real, of Metal’s was someone that could get him away from Eggman, they must have been a pretty impressive person.

“Shadow.”

“What.”

“Shadow. The. Hedgehog. The Ultimate Lifeform.” Metal sounded out slowly again, his already low opinion of Sonic plummeting into the ground.

Sonic stared open mouthed at Metal, having no idea what to say. He realized with sudden clarity exactly what Shadow had been up to these past months when every request for a race was rejected with no explanation.

“He had also stated that my lovemaking skills are superior to yours. Listen.” Metal ordered before a recording played from somewhere within his robotic body.

The voices that came from the recording were all too familiar to Sonic. One voice was as steely as it always was, and the other was filled with passion.

“You let a pathetic weakling like Sonic fuck you. Tell me who fucks you better!”

“You! Fuck, Metal, you fuck me so much better than Sonic! I need more!”

The breathiness of Shadow’s voice went straight to Sonic’s groin. He’d only heard those sultry tones once, but it had never left his mind. Shadow was a firebrand in bed. Sonic regretted never asking for a repeat performance when he’d had a chance to.

But damn, Shadow was freakier than he’d thought if he preferred solid metal in his ass rather than Sonic’s length of flesh. Sonic doubted anybody but the Ultimate Lifeform would be able to take it from Metal.

And what the hell was that about Metal fucking him better than Sonic?!

“Do you require more proof, my wretched copy? Your tiny brain seems to have not comprehended the situation.”

“No! No, that is definitely not required!” Sonic flailed his hands in a mad gesture of refusal. He definitely didn’t need to hear more details of whatever his rival and enemy, former enemy?, were doing to each other. Especially if it involved disparaging Sonic’s apparently inferior skills.

“I wish to define the parameters of our relationship to you. I will not share Shadow with another.”

Sonic felt a pang of something, perhaps bitterness, in his gut at having things so bluntly spelled out for him. Shadow had made his choice, and that choice wasn’t Sonic. The blue blur had missed his chance and Metal had been the one to swoop in and claim Shadow for himself.

It was wrong to be jealous, but Sonic couldn’t help how he felt. Anybody would mourn losing someone like Shadow to another. But those were feelings Sonic would never act on. He’d wish Shadow well and move on with his life. Chaos knew Shadow wouldn’t put up with Sonic being envious.

Besides, despite their fighting for opposite sides, Sonic had never hated Metal. Just as he had never hated Shadow when they had been enemies. Sonic was thrilled that Shadow had turned from his self-destructive path, and he’d be just as happy for Metal.

And Sonic would wish his friend and rival well if Metal was who he wanted. Whatever envy he experienced he would keep to himself.

“Okay, message received, no need to go all alpha male on me.” Sonic replied with a dismissive wave that was more casual than his roiling feelings.

“Then I will leave to retrieve the necessary items.”

Metal turned and jetted off, but Sonic followed after him on foot. He wondered what the robot planned for Valentine’s Day for the Ultimate Lifeform. Neither of them were much of a romantic, so it would be interesting to see what Metal would get up to.

His first stop was an electronics store, and because the shopkeeper had been evacuated, Metal surprised Sonic by leaving a pile of rings as payment instead of just taking what he wanted. Next, he went to a metal worker and retrieved an impressive amount of raw metal.

Exactly what sort of Valentine’s Day gift involved the purchase of expensive electronics and metal alloys? Sonic didn’t want to give too much thought to whatever Metal had planned for Shadow. The Ultimate Lifeform would be able to handle it, Sonic was sure. Mostly sure.

***

Metal had disappeared on him, and while Shadow understood that the badnik wasn’t exactly a sensitive lover, he was still put out by his disappearance after their confessions that were spoken in the warehouse.

Valentine’s Day was approaching as well, and though Shadow didn’t expect anything to mark the occasion, he would have liked to spend the day with Metal. It would be their first as a couple and it should be spent together.

Rouge had plans to spend the day with Knuckles. She’d asked what Shadow would be doing and he had refused to answer. He didn’t really have an answer. He had no idea if Metal would be at all interested in spending the day with him.

He had never cared for Valentine’s Day before, but his newly founded relationship made him hope for something, anything really, to happen. His hope was squelched by Metal’s continued absence. Even a call or a brief visit would have been appreciated.

But Shadow didn’t hold it against Metal. He was new to not only romance but to any relationship besides that of creator and creation, and that of enemies with everyone else. He refused to be glum over a holiday that was commercialized trite anyway.

Still, it snuck into his thoughts on lonely nights.

On the day in question, the sun was setting when Metal made his appearance. He flew in through the window Shadow had made a habit of leaving open for just this reason.

“I have a gift for us both. Come.” Metal didn’t wait for a response, instead scooping Shadow into his arms and leaving the room again through the window.

They flew to the same warehouse they had made love in days ago before Metal had disappeared. Only this time, it seemed somebody, presumably Metal, had transformed the place into a workshop of sorts.

As the centerpiece of the place, a large throne dominated the back wall. The thing was not pretty, a twisted mass of scrap metal bound together with sharp edges protruding in several angles. Was this his present? Why did Metal think he wanted such a thing?

Metal set him down on the ground and moved to the throne, sitting it in and lounging like a king. He fixed Shadow with a stern gaze.

“I have a proposal for a sexual activity that I believe we will both enjoy to commemorate the romantic holiday known as Valentine’s Day. I have conducted the proper upgrades on myself to proceed with it. Observe.”

Metal’s form became liquid molten metal, and the liquid shifted and reformed until a familiar shape was made from the ooze. The shape the robot had taken when they had first met and had stood against each other. Neo Metal Sonic in all his glory.

He was glorious to behold. Shadow hadn’t had the frame of mind to admire the craftsmanship of this form the last time they had met this way. He’d been lost and confused by his lack of memory and had had nothing to go on except Rouge’s instruction. That instruction had pitted them against one another, for good reason at the time.

Now, Shadow could appreciate Metal as he was. It was quite a sight to behold. The spikes that protruded from the back of his head were intimidating and regal all at once, a crown as well as a weapon. His whole body shimmered and shined with new, polished and undented armor plating.

“How…?” Shadow began, stunned nearly speechless.

“I have remade this form, albeit imperfectly. I do not have the required data to perfect this form. My power is not enhanced to the point it once was. However, I wished to have the appearance of possessing the great power I once had.”

“Okay, but, why?” Shadow trusted Metal enough at this point to know he wasn’t plotting world domination again, so why would he want this form again?

“I wish to engage in something organics refer to as ‘roleplay.’”

Shadow nodded in understanding. With all the pornography Metal had been researching, it was inevitable for him to come across such a thing.

“I’m willing to try it. What did you have in mind?”

***

His lord was seated in his throne, casually as can be, watching Shadow’s approach with impassive, glowing eyes. Shadow walked to the throne and kneeled, bending over humbly until his forehead was pressed to the ground before Metal.

“You called for me, my lord?” Shadow said.

“Yes, I require your services.” Metal responded, adjusting his seating so his legs were parted wide and his elbow rested on the throne’s arm. He leaned the side of his head onto his hand to support it and looked at Shadow expectantly.

The servant raised his head and looked to his ruler.

“Again, my lord? You have made use of me so many times…” Shadow’s eyes sparkled a little despite his hesitant words.

“Would you defy me, your king?” Metal’s voice took on a slight snarl. However, any anger in his voice was tempered with tenderness.

“No, never! You command everything that I am, my lord.” Shadow

“Then why do you hesitate? Come forward.” Metal twitched a finger to beckon Shadow to him, and Shadow was powerless against the command.

Shadow crawled forward on hands and knees, not daring to raise himself to his feet in his lord’s presence. He stopped when he reached the throne. A tentative hand reached for one of the lord’s feet.

Gentle hands ran their fingers over one of the metal feet, touching its crevices and feelings its smooth texture. Once every inch of its surface was graced with Shadow’s touch, he moved to the opposite foot and properly worshipped it as well.

The feet were given their due, so Shadow moved his hands to Metal’s calves. They were given the same treatment as his lord’s feet.

“Thank you, my lord. Thank you for letting me touch you. For letting me worship you as you deserve.” Shadow murmured.

“You should be grateful to be permitted to touch your master.”

“I am, lord, I am.” Shadow leaned in to press a kiss to his king’s inner thigh.

His tongue laved over the smooth metal. It explored deeper between Metal’s legs until it reached his groin. The artificial cock had not emerged from its sheath yet, and Shadow gave his lord a questioning gaze.

“You have to earn my cock. We’ll see if you deserve to look upon all of me.”

“I will do anything for you, anything to earn the privilege to pleasure you.”

“Then allow me to play with your body as I wish. Come to me.”

Shadow climbed onto the throne and placed himself in Metal’s lap. His lordship adjusted Shadow until he was splayed across his legs with his spine and ass exposed.

A claw touched his lower back, a ghost of a touch, which trailed up his spine. It brought to Shadow’s mind his and Metal’s first encounter. It was as dangerous a touch as it was then. That sharpened claw could cut him in half, but Shadow trusted his lover to not do so. Still, the adrenaline junkie within Shadow thrilled at the stroking on his back.

The finger dipped low and found the curve of his ass. Metal palmed the thick flesh, massaging it and testing its perkiness. What he found pleased him, and he delivered a smack to the right cheek to watch it bounce and quiver.

Shadow moaned and squealed in a single breath from the surprise and sudden, sharp pain.

“Hmm…your reaction is pleasing. The sound you produced is…cute.”

Cute? That wasn’t something Shadow ever expected to be called, and never expected to hear from Metal’s voice. Nevertheless, the compliment made his flush a little in happiness. He loved it whenever his lord was happy with him.

The other ass cheek received the same treatment. Shadow buried his pride and continued to squeal for his lord. He resisted the urge to squirm as his cock began to reveal itself from his sheath. He wanted to rut against his king’s legs, but he hadn’t gotten permission to pleasure himself so he stilled his body with monumental effort.

When the skin of his ass was surely reddened beneath his fur, Metal let up. His hand was harder than an organic appendage, so Shadow couldn’t take as many hits as he could have from another. Still, he took more than any normal Mobian would be able to. Shadow would have taken more if it would have pleased his king, but he was still grateful for Metal’s temperance and care with his body.

“You display impressive self-control. You have earned the privilege of sucking my cock.”

Shadow moaned at the words and slid from his king’s lap. He kneeled and licked his lips in anticipation as the artificial sheath slid open to reveal a thick and metallic length.

Metal reclined as Shadow pressed a kiss to the tip of the cock before letting his lips glide over it and suck lightly. He took more and more of it into his mouth until he felt the solid shaft slip down his throat. A lesser being would have choked at the intrusion, but not Shadow. He managed to swallow around it and take it all in.

He deep-throated his master, moaning as he did so to let him feel the vibrations along the length. Metal granted him the joy of hearing him moan to let him know he was doing well. Shadow knew the sounds were only for his benefit. His king did not have the impetus to moan as organics did.

Shadow’s own cock went untouched, but hardened further anyway. He got all the pleasure he needed from satisfying his lord.

Shadow bobbed his head, letting Metal’s cock slip from his throat and be sucked back in. He worked his lips when they reached the tip when he leaned back. He kissed and sucked then took the full length back down his throat.

Suddenly, he gagged and chocked as his mouth was filled with bitter liquid without warning. It seemed Metal had given himself the ability to cum.

Shadow swallowed it down with some difficulty. The volume was more than any Mobian could produce and the shock of it made his throat tighten. But he swallowed almost all of it down, only a slight dribble escaping from his mouth.

“You are quite skilled. Who’s cock is the best you’ve ever tasted?”

Shadow pulled back enough to speak around the intruder in his mouth and said as best he could, “Yours, my lord. No dick tastes as good or feels as good in my ass as yours, my only king.”

“Then reap your reward and take my cock into your ass. You deserve it.”

“Thank you, lord, thank you.” Shadow whimpered. He released his lips from Metal’s groin and returned to sitting on Metal’s lap. “How do you wish to have me, my king?”

“Like this. I want to watch your face.”

Shadow nodded and swung his legs across Metal’s lap so he was straddling his king. He reached behind himself and penetrated his tight ring of muscles with a single finger. He didn’t want those claws anywhere near his hole and knew Metal wouldn’t subject him to that, so he took matters into his own hand.

He stretched himself until he could scissor himself wide. He then shifted upwards and forwards until he was hovering above his king’s cock, which now angled upwards to better thrust up into his ass.

He lowered himself carefully. He metal cock had no give and was difficult to take, but his body had become accustomed to the feeling of hard metal inside of him. With some care and finagling, he seated himself on Metal’s legs, stuffed full of his lord.

Shadow needed a moment to adjust, but was soon bouncing on his lord’s length, fucking himself with care. He took things slow at first, but picked up his pace as his ass took to the intrusion. He had to brace his hands against Metal’s shoulders to maintain his pace.

Metal stayed still, knowing Shadow would have enough difficulty taking him without his lord thrusting up into him.

They moaned as they came together gloriously, their bodies, organic and artificial, meeting with each thrust and producing a burst of pleasure each time. Metal’s eyes were fixed on Shadow. The king watched as his body writhed and his muscles flexed.

Shadow’s lips drooled and let saliva drip onto Metal’s epidermis. On his downward thrusts, Shadow pressed kisses to Metal’s face and licked up the saliva he could reach.

Metal remained reclined and relaxed, letting Shadow fuck himself and do all the work as a loyal servant should. Shadow only wanted his king to feel good and cared nothing for Metal not touching him in return. He liked the burden being on him to create pleasure for them both.

“Remove yourself. I wish to try a new position.”

Shadow obeyed, letting Metal’s length leave his ass with a needy whimper. Metal pushed him back until he forced onto his feet.

The lord stood and walked behind Shadow to put a claw on his spine. He pushed forward slightly, and Shadow had to step forward to keep the claw from causing harm to his back. He moved until he fell into the throne, his hands braced on the seat and his ass in the air.

Footsteps moving away from him indicated Metal was leaving. Shadow remained still until they returned.

Hands appeared before his eyes, and they were holding a strip of cloth. The cloth was placed over his eyes and his sight was taken. If his lord wished him deprived of his senses, then Shadow would raise no protest.

A second silky cloth bound his wrists behind his back. Shadow had to support himself with his forehead and chest on the seat of the throne. He was helpless and under his king’s power, doubly so now that he could not move nor see. It was a rush that went straight to Shadow’s weeping and still untouched cock.

Claws came to his hips to grip him tight. Shadow could feel the claws brushing against his tender stomach.

Hard metal was pressed once again to his entrance and slid inside carefully. Metal had not displayed such care in the past, but Shadow was happy to receive it. His ass was beginning to ache from the spanking and the stretch it had already been through.

The gentleness didn’t last. Once Shadow had loosened enough to be ready for it, Metal went at him with all the vigor he had before. A gentle lover, his lord was not, and Shadow wouldn’t have it any other way.

He was a slave to the badnik since the first time they had fucked. He was his toy, his plaything. This game of theirs only gave words to what was already known to the both of them. Metal was the lord of Shadow’s world.

His lack of sight made his other senses compensate. His body was on fire; his ears were filled with Metal’s moaning.

His prostate was pegged with practiced precision. Metal had only needed a single encounter to know his body more thoroughly than Shadow did, and he took full advantage of his knowledge.

“You are perfection. You are everything.” Metal said quietly, as if it were a secret. It was quite a contrast to Metal’s usually bold tone and loud volume. But Shadow heard, and understood the whispered words.

He had been the one to show Metal the benefits of free will. He had been the one to expose Metal to a world of pleasure. He had been the one Metal had fallen for so he could experience love for the first time.

They meant more to each other than words were sufficient to describe.

Shadow’s orgasm hit him, along with a sudden wave of overwhelming adoration for Metal, and he moaned out, “My king, my only lord, my only…” as pleasure overtook him. Metal released another batch of cum into his ass, filling him up with warmth. It spilled from him as Metal pulled out.

Metal lifted him from where he had collapsed into the seat of the throne and held him tight as they cuddled on the elaborate seating. Shadow purred and snuggled into the embrace. Metal had never stuck around after sex before. It warmed him inside and out to finally be treated like a proper boyfriend rather than a casual fuck.

The robot remained in his Neo form. It was large enough to encompass all of Shadow in its embrace. He maneuvered his claws with care in order to remove the blindfold and the bindings on Shadow’s wrists.

The cum in his ass was allowed to drip onto Metal’s legs and the throne. Shadow liked the feeling, and made a mental note to thank Metal for that particular improvement.

Once free, Shadow draped his arms around his paramour’s shoulders and relaxed into his embrace. He sighed with contentment and allowed the silence to wash over them as they both relaxed from their high.

“I’d go with you.” Shadow murmured after a time.

“Elaborate.”

“If you had a kingdom of your own to rule. I would go with you, to be with you.” Shadow’s eloquence was leaving him as sleepiness took hold.

“I would not want a kingdom of my own if you were not by my side to rule it.”

Shadow smiled as he drifted off, enjoying the feeling of Metal’s hand stroking his quills and the other holding his waist to keep them pressed close together.", "pools_count": 0, "title": "Compulsory Curiosity", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "application/msword", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "10", "views": "1695" }