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requested some SonLancelot!

I think I mentioned this previously, but I have not actually played Sonic and the Black Knight, so I actively avoided talking about the plot as much as possible in this. If I screwed anything up royally, I'm sorry.

That said, I really like this pairing despite not playing the game. Lance is a cutie-patootie <3", "writing": "Sonic didn’t know what to make of Lancelot. He was all too similar to his friend and rival back home, but he was so different in so many ways. Sonic didn’t know how to act around him. His dedication to the crown was unlike anything Sonic had seen within Shadow.\n\nHe knew how to fight him, at least. And that was all they seemed to be doing every time they ran into each other. Lancelot would declare his intent to strike down the enemy to the throne and would viciously assault him with a sword bigger than he was. \n\nSonic had so far managed to avoid the brutal blade. Lancelot’s fighting style was something he was familiar with after dozens of sparring matches with Shadow. That was one similarity he was thankful for.\n\nOne similarity he was less happy about was that damned stubbornness. If only he could speak to the knight and be given a chance to explain himself he was sure they could come to an agreement. But no, Lancelot wouldn’t hear the words of an infidel. \n\nIt ached every time he ran from a fight with the knight, but his own blade warned him that Lancelot’s would strike him down. As Sonic was now, he had no chance against the fiercest fighter of the Knights of the Round Table.\n\nSo he fled each time Lancelot found him and attempted to relieve him of his head. Sonic knew far too little about how to use a sword to stand a chance against an experienced sword fighter like Lancelot.\n\nHe needed a teacher that wasn’t a sword itself but a wielder of one. Caliburn’s teachings weren’t enough and came from the perspective of the blade rather than from the one who used it. \n\nAnd that thought was how he ended up in his current situation.\n\nArondight was pressing down on Caliburn, inching slowly towards Sonic’s face until he felt cold steel touch the tip of his nose. His knees quivered and his back ached with the strain.\n\nLancelot’s face was unreadable under his helmet but Sonic could see his mouth was twisted into a grimace as he attempted to slice Sonic in half. And, insanely, Sonic wasn’t rolling out of the way or fleeing this time.\n\n“Lancelot, listen to me! We don’t have to be enemies!”\n\n“You threaten the throne to which I am sworn to protect. Therefor we indeed must be enemies.”\n\nArondight lurched forward a fraction. Sonic gulped nervously, but he had to have faith that this alternate version of his rival had the same goodness he knew Shadow to have.\n\n“The Arthur sitting on the throne is corrupted and evil! You have to see that!”\n\nThe sword eased up on Caliburn for a brief moment, and Sonic took the opportunity to push Lancelot back from him. The knight skidded across the ground and came to a stop several feet away.\n\nBefore Lancelot recovered, Sonic lifted Caliburn and thrust the blade into the ground. He raised his hands in surrender, and the unexpected gesture made Lancelot hesitate with his next attack.\n\n“Please, I’m trying to save Camelot, and I think you want to do the same.”\n\n“I am sworn to the crown. My oath-”\n\n“Your oath is only as good as the heart that carries it! If you know in your heart that this is wrong, and I know you do, then you have to decide for yourself what to do. Do you stay loyal to your oath as you know it in your heart or do you go on blindly following someone else’s interpretation?”\n\nArondight sagged from its defensive position in Lancelot’s hands. “I…want to protect my home.”\n\n“I want to protect this place too, and we both know how to do that. We need to defeat the king. He’s using your oath to him and you need to trust yourself instead of your king. Trust that your oath, as you see it, is the true path for you.”\n\nSonic felt, a bit, like he was making up for past mistakes. He wished in the days when he had first met Shadow that he had spoken to him and convinced him that the path he was on was wrong. At least he could try and help Lancelot who was making the same mistake.\n\nHe breathed a sigh of relief when Arondight was lowered and sheathed. “I hear some truth in your words. Perhaps I should indeed trust in myself rather than in my king.”\n\nSonic grinned and approached the knight, leaving Caliburn complaining about being stuck in the ground. He reached out a hand to Lancelot.\n\nThe knight inspected it cautiously, but after a moment clasped the offered hand in his own. They shook once firmly then let go. Sonic’s palm tingled a little from the tight grip.\n\n “Good to be working with you, Lance.”\n\n“My name is Lancelot.” The knight corrected gruffly and Sonic laughed it off.\n\n***\n\nSonic now had a proper teacher, one that wielded a sword instead of being a sword. Lancelot was merciless in his training but Sonic expected no different from the one that bore the face of his rival.\n\nSaid face was the source of another problem of Sonic’s, however. Sonic had always found Shadow attractive. Anybody with eyes could see that he was attractive. Lancelot had the same sensual look with the added bonus of being clad in armor. He made a painfully sexy picture, especially after a training session and he was flushed and sweaty.\n\nLancelot showed no interest in Sonic, however. His face remained as impassive as ever whenever he was treated to the sight of it with the helmet removed. He was formal and strict, and avoided more personal conversation between them.\n\nAny attempt to get to know the knight was rebuffed. It was an all too familiar conundrum. He wanted to get to know the standoffish hedgehog, but was refused the opportunity to do so at every turn.\n\nSonic wasn’t the type to give up, though. Another familiar part of Lancelot was his eyes, hiding a deep sadness within them. It ached to see, and even though Sonic might fail to banish the sadness from his friend back home, perhaps he could help his counterpart here.\n\nBut for now they both had training to do. A great challenge was ahead of them and Sonic needed to be prepared. Perhaps, when he was as skilled as Lancelot, the knight would ease up and make some time for conversation.\n\n***\n\nThe strange visitor from another world was becoming a formidable opponent. Lancelot regretted underestimating the hedgehog. All he had needed was some instruction and he had bloomed into a knight in his own respect.\n\nLancelot figured this may be their last sparring match. Sonic didn’t require any more training. He had mastered the use of Caliburn and was even managing to beat him back.\n\nArondight lashed through the air in a deadly arc, but Sonic parried and returned with a strike of his own. This fight was such a far cry from their previous encounters when they had been enemies. Sonic’s defense and offense had improved immensely.\n\nTo his complete shock, Arondight was thrown from his hands by a mighty slash from Caliburn. The greatsword went flying and crashed into a tree. Lancelot looked at his empty hands and back to Sonic, who stuck Caliburn in the ground and leaned against the blade with a smug grin.\n\n“Well, looks like the student has become the master.” Sonic casually inspected his nails, infuriating Lancelot with his callous attitude towards his momentous victory.\n\nLancelot had once heard that the greatest accomplishment for a teacher was to be surpassed by a student, but Lancelot couldn’t manage to work up any pride for Sonic’s mastery. He was angry that Sonic would treat his defeat as inevitable and take it with such a laid back manner.\n\nBut his confidence sparked something that Lancelot had been suppressing for the entirety of their time together. A desire that he wished wasn’t within him.\n\nSonic was a remarkable opponent, Lancelot couldn’t deny that. His self-assurance was something that inspired and attracted Lancelot despite his annoyance. He wondered how such swagger would translate in the bedroom.\n\nLancelot wasn’t one to shy away from danger or adversity. Perhaps he could propose they engage in an intimate encounter with one another.\n\nBut he wouldn’t give himself over to someone unworthy, and a training match wasn’t enough for Lancelot to prove Sonic’s worth. A proper duel would have to be done between them before Lancelot made his decision.\n\nThe knight silently retrieved his sword from where it had landed and sheathed it. He then walked up to Sonic, removed his gauntlet, and smacked him across the face with it.\n\nSonic blinked dazedly, wondering if what he just thought happened had actually happened. \n\n“Uh, what?” He asked stupidly, having no idea how to respond.\n\n“I’m challenging you to a duel. Do you accept?”\n\nSonic cocked his head and regained his confident smile. “’Course I accept. I’ll kick your ass again if you want me to so badly!”\n\nLancelot growled and took ten steps away from Sonic before readying his sword. Sonic took up a defensive position, something Lancelot had taught him, and grinned.\n\n“Hey, what do I get if I win?” Sonic asked playfully.\n\n“The honor of defeating the greatest of this land’s knights.”\n\n“Hmm. I can’t really do much with honor. How about a kiss?”\n\n“A what?”\n\nSonic took advantage of Lancelot’s shock and charged forward, switching his sword to an offensive position in an instant. Lancelot’s trained reflexes saved him and he blocked the attack, pushing Sonic back and making him stumble.\n\nLancelot lashed out but Sonic was good with his feet and he regained his balance quickly. He dodged and rolled his way around Arondight and couldn’t be touched.\n\nThe knight was experienced in the ways of battle and kept his calm even as Sonic avoided his every effort. He only needed to be patient and watch for a misstep.\n\nBut it seemed Lancelot had trained Sonic too well. Arondight failed to touch Sonic each time it attempted to make contact. Sonic was fast, and had been trained to use his speed to his advantage by Lancelot himself. His natural talents had been refined into an unstoppable force.\n\nInstead, Sonic found a weakness in Lancelot’s assault and turned the tables on his teacher. A sweep under his feet brought his legs out from under the knight and he collapsed. As Lancelot was cursing himself for the oversight, Sonic moved in and pinned him to the ground.\n\n“Can I have that kiss now?”\n\nSonic had bested him in a fair duel, and Lancelot had made his decision to only be intimate with someone worthy of him. So he supposed Sonic could have his kiss.\n\nLancelot nodded, his face reddening.\n\nSonic hesitated, obviously having not expected Lancelot to actually agree, but leaned in after smiling. This smile was gentle, caring, rather than annoyingly cocky. It suited Sonic’s features.\n\nTheir lips met, and Lancelot closed his eyes to fully feel the pressure. His body relaxed under Sonic’s hands and the blue hedgehog’s thumbs massaging the skin underneath them.\n\nThey parted once their lungs became desperate for air. They panted and stared at one another, unsure of where to go from here.\n\n“We…have much to do, now that you are ready.” Lancelot announced after the silence stretched on for too long.\n\nSonic nodded and smiled regretfully, wishing they could have had more time together. But Sonic needed to get back home and Lancelot needed to save his home. He climbed off of the knight and helped him up off the ground.\n\n“My brothers in arms will seek to stop us. We will need to retrieve their blades.” Lancelot was suddenly all business, seemingly unaffected by what had just occurred.\n\nBut he was roiling internally. He wanted Sonic’s lips on more than just his mouth. He wanted a lot more than just his lips.\n\nSuch was not their fate, though. Camelot was in need of saving and they were the only ones capable of doing just that.\n\n***\n\nThey did fight against Shadow’s brothers in arms and handily defeated them. After Sonic had bested Lancelot, the best among them, the others were easy in comparison. Lancelot had flinched when they accused him of being a traitor, and Sonic wished he didn’t have that helmet of his that hid his face away. Sonic guessed his eyes were filled with sadness again at the accusation.\n\nThey would soon be revealed as the saviors of the kingdom, however, and Sonic reminded Lancelot of that whenever the sadness consumed his façade. The knight appreciated his reassurance, and on particularly good days he’d receive a kiss on the cheek for his efforts.\n\nSonic would miss Lancelot when he returned home. It was fun teasing and kissing him. He couldn’t keep this up without being honest with the knight, however.\n\nThey were camping out one evening during their pursuit of Merlina when Sonic resolved to come clean with Lancelot.\n\n“Lance?” He called to his partner, lying down with his back facing Sonic in their little tent.\n\n“What?” Annoyance was obvious in his voice when he turned to meet Sonic’s gaze. He still disliked the foolish nickname.\n\n“We’ve been messing around a bit, and I think I need to tell you something in case things get more…intense.”\n\nLancelot’s ears perked with attention, and Sonic sucked in a bracing breath.\n\n“I’ve told you about my home world? How people here look like the people I know over there?”\n\nLancelot nodded.\n\n“Well, there’s someone that looks like you back home. Shadow. And…I have a bit of a thing for him. A crush, if we want to use teenage girl terminology.” \n\nLancelot nodded again, his face remaining unreadable.\n\n“I like you, Lance, I really do. I don’t want you to think that you’re a replacement for Shadow. But…whatever we’re doing won’t last. I have to go home. And…it’s him I want to be with, you know, romantically. Some day.”\n\nThe knight sighed in exasperation, which surprised Sonic. He had been expecting sadness or more likely an impassive façade. But Lancelot only seemed frustrated with him.\n\n“Sonic, I am an adult. I’m not some swooning maiden falling for a man I can never have. I know you will return home, and I know whatever we’re doing won’t end in romance. This is fun, I enjoy spending time with you, but I’m not falling in love with you. It won’t break my heart to see you go, though I will remember you. Your honor. Your bravery.”\n\nSonic should have known better. This knight was a man well versed in the ways of the world, dedicated to his cause above any one person. Of course he would have the maturity to maintain an emotional distance between them.\n\nLancelot leaned in and kissed him gently.\n\n“If I may be so bold…If this ‘Shadow’ is anything like me he will appreciate forwardness. Do with him as you have done with me. Make your intentions and affections for him clear and perhaps he will respond in kind. Nothing can be gained from hiding them.”\n\n“I’ll remember that. Thanks, Lance.”\n\nFor once, Lancelot seemed unaffected by the nickname. “Let us rest. We have a hard fight ahead of us.”\n\n***\n\nMerlina was defeated, as Sonic knew she would be. His heart went out to the girl, but what she had done had to be put to an end. \n\nLancelot had fought at his side throughout this journey, and now it was coming to a close. The knight deserved a fitting goodbye.\n\nBefore he left, he found Lancelot in the castle’s halls, barking orders at soldiers to help with relief efforts. He tapped on the knight’s shoulder and Lancelot turned. He immediately collapsed into a kneeling position before him.\n\n“My king. Is there anything you wish of me?”\n\n“You can knock that off for starters, Lance.” Sonic pulled Lancelot from the ground and clasped his shoulders when they stood even. Lancelot avoided his gaze and kept his head bowed in reverence.\n\n“Good enough, I guess.” Sonic sighed in resignation. “There is something I wish of you, actually.”\n\n“Anything, my king.”\n\nSonic pulled a leather glove from his quills he had stored away and smacked Lancelot across the face with it. He enjoyed the look of surprise on the knight’s face.\n\n“I…”\n\n“This time, if I win, I want more than a kiss, Lance.” Sonic smirked and arched an eyebrow, his meaning quite obvious to anyone.\n\nLancelot hesitated.\n\n“It would be most inappropriate, my king.”\n\nSonic waved him off. “Can’t say I much care for propriety, buddy. I just want to give us something to remember each other by. No strings attached, just some fun between friends.”\n\nLancelot opened his mouth, presumably to argue, but closed it in favor of nodding once.\n\nSonic bested him once again, as predicted by the both of them. Lancelot had fought his hardest, he would never disrespect his king by not giving him his best, but he was still defeated. In this one case, Lancelot was alright with the loss.\n\nThe tumbled into bed together in the royal chambers. Sonic figured that so long as the people here were treating him like a king he could make use of some of the perks. Using the bed wouldn’t be too much to take advantage of.\n\nThey’d stripped each other of their armor and refinery and fell in a tangled mess of limbs and tongues, intertwining and moaning shamelessly.\n\nSonic knew someone as reserved as Lancelot was also repressed, and the repressed ones always went the most wild in bed. Lance and Shadow both had that appeal going for them.\n\nBut Sonic wasn’t thinking of Shadow in this moment. Lancelot was the focus of his attention. He meant it when he had said Lancelot wasn’t a replacement for something he couldn’t have. Lance was his own person with his own attractiveness. \n\nTheir relationship began and ended here and now, and they both knew it. Sonic’s heart belonged to Shadow and Sonic intended to act on his feelings once he was home again. But before then a little tumble between the sheets with a friend wouldn’t hurt either of them.\n\nSonic kissed his way across Lancelot’s fur, licking the dips between his abdominal muscles and running his hands over the firm and toned body. Lancelot’s form was different from what Sonic had seen of Shadow. Lancelot’s muscles were built up to heft that greatsword of his, whereas Shadow was designed, quite literally, for both speed and power. Shadow was slim but firm to the touch. Lancelot was more physically imposing.\n\nMassaging his muscles was a pleasure. Sonic liked feeling them work under his fingertips as they flexed under his touch. \n\nLancelot let him do as he wished. He relaxed on the bed and submitted to his king’s wishes. Sonic took the invitation with glee.\n\nHis mouth attacked Lancelot’s nipples, rolling the nub between his teeth and pressing his tongue to them, switching between both so neither would be neglected. Lancelot’s strict self-control kept him from writhing in need, but he did moan freely.\n\nThe so-called king removed himself entirely from Lancelot’s body once his chest was moist and sore and his legs were trembling. Lancelot’s cock was upright and weeping copiously, desperate to be touched.\n\nSonic wouldn’t make things so easy for his knight in shining armor. He would have to work for his reward. Sonic leaned back on his hands to display his own hard dick and arched an expectant eyebrow. The panting and shaking Lancelot rolled over and crawled towards him, his tongue ready to lap up Sonic’s pre-cum.\n\nLips wrapped around the tip of Sonic’s cock and sucked a little, testing the texture and taste out for a bit before sucking in earnest. Lancelot slowly took in more of his king’s length into his mouth. He took all the time he wanted swallowing it all down his throat.\n\nHis mouth pressed against Sonic’s balls before moving away again while letting his tongue drag up the underside of the shaft. Sonic moaned and leaned his head back.\n\nLancelot loved on his cock thoroughly, moistening it with his saliva and not leaving a bit of it untouched or unsucked. He pulled away only to give butterfly kisses to the shaft and balls then returned to swallowing it down.\n\nSonic had to grit his teeth and bear the pleasure to prevent cumming. He didn’t want things to end like this. Lancelot deserved the best reward the king could provide for his loyal knight. He had to push Lancelot away reluctantly.\n\nLancelot looked at him, confused, and Sonic only silently pushed him onto his back again. They locked lips and Sonic tasted his own bitter pre-cum inside Lancelot’s mouth. He sucked on the knight’s lips and nibbled on them lightly. They were swollen at the end of it and the sight appealed to Sonic greatly.\n\nSonic had thought the knight looked good after a sparring session, all sweaty and mussed, but the same look appealed much more when he was pressed against the sheets of his bed with the addition of puffy lips and pert nipples.\n\nA kiss distracted Lancelot from the finger that probed his anus and opened it up for bigger things to come. He moaned into Sonic’s mouth as a second was added and used to scissor him apart.\n\n“Have you…?” Sonic trailed off, knowing the question would still be communicated.\n\nLancelot scoffed. “I told you, I am no swooning maiden. I have lain with men before.”\n\nThat was a relief to Sonic. He didn’t want to take Lancelot’s virginity then leave him alone to deal with the emotions of it. They could both walk away from this satisfied and sated both physically and emotionally.\n\nOnce Lancelot was suitably prepared Sonic pressed his tip to Lancelot’s entrance and looked to the knight for permission. He gave a shaky nod and Sonic smiled kindly at him in return.\n\nHe carefully shifted his hips forward and watched Lancelot’s face closely. He flinched a few times and for each flinch Sonic hesitated in his forward motion to let Lancelot adjust. Sonic made his slow progress in until he was fully seated inside of his knight.\n\n“How are you doing?” Sonic asked with concern as he felt Lancelot loosen up around his girth.\n\n“Hurry up and fuck me.” The knight growled. He then blushed and looked to the side awkwardly. “My king.” He amended.\n\nSonic laughed out loud as he obeyed his knight’s wishes. His hips snapped forward and back hard and swift. The knight let out a mix between a moan and a surprised yelp. He clamped a hand over his mouth in embarrassment.\n\n“Don’t do that.” Sonic discouraged. “I want to hear you.”\n\nSonic pried the hand away from Lancelot’s lips. The knight gave a token resistance but gave in to his king’s wishes. Instead, Lancelot freely moaned and writhed and reached out to Sonic.\n\nThe king leaned in and hugged Lancelot close, allowing for whatever intimacy Lancelot wanted for this one encounter of theirs. If Lancelot wanted to be held that was exactly what would be done.\n\nTheir bodies pressed closed as Sonic thrust and withdrew at a fast and steady pace. He felt puffs of air against his neck where Lancelot’s face was buried with every snap of his hips. He could feel the vibrations of each moan in Lancelot’s throat. He felt every tremor as it shook Lancelot’s body.\n\nThe knight held himself together the best he could. Hiding his face in Sonic’s neck helped him keep some composure and dignity. If Sonic could see him he would see the pleasure twisting his expression and the red flush of his muzzle. He was coming undone in his king’s arms and he didn’t want it to be seen. \n\nSonic wanted this to last, so when he felt Lancelot squeeze him tight he would slow down to a crawl that made Lancelot’s fists clench on the fur of his back in frustration. Once the tension eased Sonic would go back to pegging Lancelot’s prostate mercilessly.\n\n“You are…driving me to-to madness, my king.” Lancelot panted in his ear.\n\n“That’s kind of the point.” Sonic chuckled. \n\nHis balls felt heavy and ready to burst, and if Lancelot’s cries were anything to go by he was in a similar state. Neither of them would last much longer.\n\nSonic released Lancelot and let him fall back onto the bed. He took in the sight of the knight so undignified, so thoroughly debauched. Drool leaked from his mouth and little moans and screams of ecstasy poured from him. He was sweaty and flushed and a far cry from the noble, untouchable knight he came off as.\n\nSonic hoped Lancelot would find someone worthy of him and someone who would stay by his side. He deserved a dedicated lover, and some part of Sonic regretted that person couldn’t be him.\n\nAt least he could provide Lancelot some pleasure for all his hard work. He brought them both to an explosive orgasm with a few hard thrusts deep inside of Lancelot’s passage. Sonic filled Lancelot with his seed, some of it leaking onto the bed as he pulled out.\n\nAs a final service to his loyal knight, he licked the fur of his chest, abdomen and thighs clean of cum. Lancelot tried to push him away from the servile act, but Sonic pressed on. The knight had little choice but to lie back and accept the act.\n\nSonic hugged Lancelot tightly once they were both clean. The embrace was returned and the warmth of affection flooded them both.\n\n“I’ll remember you, my friend.” Sonic promised, meaning every word of the oath.\n\n“I will do right by you and this kingdom, I swear it. I will follow my oath to the crown as I know it in my heart.” Lancelot returned with an oath of his own. “And please, confess to your Shadow. I wouldn’t wish him to be deprived of this pleasure.”\n\n“Lancelot, I do believe that was a jest I just heard from you.” Sonic teased with a tinkling laugh.\n\n“You’re rubbing off on me in more ways than one.”\n\n“There’s another one! I’m such a good influence.” Sonic preened with pride at Lancelot’s newly acquired humor.\n\nThey spent Sonic’s final moments in Camelot holding one another and looking forward to their futures, which would take them apart from one another but held so much promise for them both.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Sonic didn’t know what to make of Lancelot. He was all too similar to his friend and rival back home, but he was so different in so many ways. Sonic didn’t know how to act around him. His dedication to the crown was unlike anything Sonic had seen within Shadow.

He knew how to fight him, at least. And that was all they seemed to be doing every time they ran into each other. Lancelot would declare his intent to strike down the enemy to the throne and would viciously assault him with a sword bigger than he was.

Sonic had so far managed to avoid the brutal blade. Lancelot’s fighting style was something he was familiar with after dozens of sparring matches with Shadow. That was one similarity he was thankful for.

One similarity he was less happy about was that damned stubbornness. If only he could speak to the knight and be given a chance to explain himself he was sure they could come to an agreement. But no, Lancelot wouldn’t hear the words of an infidel.

It ached every time he ran from a fight with the knight, but his own blade warned him that Lancelot’s would strike him down. As Sonic was now, he had no chance against the fiercest fighter of the Knights of the Round Table.

So he fled each time Lancelot found him and attempted to relieve him of his head. Sonic knew far too little about how to use a sword to stand a chance against an experienced sword fighter like Lancelot.

He needed a teacher that wasn’t a sword itself but a wielder of one. Caliburn’s teachings weren’t enough and came from the perspective of the blade rather than from the one who used it.

And that thought was how he ended up in his current situation.

Arondight was pressing down on Caliburn, inching slowly towards Sonic’s face until he felt cold steel touch the tip of his nose. His knees quivered and his back ached with the strain.

Lancelot’s face was unreadable under his helmet but Sonic could see his mouth was twisted into a grimace as he attempted to slice Sonic in half. And, insanely, Sonic wasn’t rolling out of the way or fleeing this time.

“Lancelot, listen to me! We don’t have to be enemies!”

“You threaten the throne to which I am sworn to protect. Therefor we indeed must be enemies.”

Arondight lurched forward a fraction. Sonic gulped nervously, but he had to have faith that this alternate version of his rival had the same goodness he knew Shadow to have.

“The Arthur sitting on the throne is corrupted and evil! You have to see that!”

The sword eased up on Caliburn for a brief moment, and Sonic took the opportunity to push Lancelot back from him. The knight skidded across the ground and came to a stop several feet away.

Before Lancelot recovered, Sonic lifted Caliburn and thrust the blade into the ground. He raised his hands in surrender, and the unexpected gesture made Lancelot hesitate with his next attack.

“Please, I’m trying to save Camelot, and I think you want to do the same.”

“I am sworn to the crown. My oath-”

“Your oath is only as good as the heart that carries it! If you know in your heart that this is wrong, and I know you do, then you have to decide for yourself what to do. Do you stay loyal to your oath as you know it in your heart or do you go on blindly following someone else’s interpretation?”

Arondight sagged from its defensive position in Lancelot’s hands. “I…want to protect my home.”

“I want to protect this place too, and we both know how to do that. We need to defeat the king. He’s using your oath to him and you need to trust yourself instead of your king. Trust that your oath, as you see it, is the true path for you.”

Sonic felt, a bit, like he was making up for past mistakes. He wished in the days when he had first met Shadow that he had spoken to him and convinced him that the path he was on was wrong. At least he could try and help Lancelot who was making the same mistake.

He breathed a sigh of relief when Arondight was lowered and sheathed. “I hear some truth in your words. Perhaps I should indeed trust in myself rather than in my king.”

Sonic grinned and approached the knight, leaving Caliburn complaining about being stuck in the ground. He reached out a hand to Lancelot.

The knight inspected it cautiously, but after a moment clasped the offered hand in his own. They shook once firmly then let go. Sonic’s palm tingled a little from the tight grip.

 “Good to be working with you, Lance.”

“My name is Lancelot.” The knight corrected gruffly and Sonic laughed it off.

***

Sonic now had a proper teacher, one that wielded a sword instead of being a sword. Lancelot was merciless in his training but Sonic expected no different from the one that bore the face of his rival.

Said face was the source of another problem of Sonic’s, however. Sonic had always found Shadow attractive. Anybody with eyes could see that he was attractive. Lancelot had the same sensual look with the added bonus of being clad in armor. He made a painfully sexy picture, especially after a training session and he was flushed and sweaty.

Lancelot showed no interest in Sonic, however. His face remained as impassive as ever whenever he was treated to the sight of it with the helmet removed. He was formal and strict, and avoided more personal conversation between them.

Any attempt to get to know the knight was rebuffed. It was an all too familiar conundrum. He wanted to get to know the standoffish hedgehog, but was refused the opportunity to do so at every turn.

Sonic wasn’t the type to give up, though. Another familiar part of Lancelot was his eyes, hiding a deep sadness within them. It ached to see, and even though Sonic might fail to banish the sadness from his friend back home, perhaps he could help his counterpart here.

But for now they both had training to do. A great challenge was ahead of them and Sonic needed to be prepared. Perhaps, when he was as skilled as Lancelot, the knight would ease up and make some time for conversation.

***

The strange visitor from another world was becoming a formidable opponent. Lancelot regretted underestimating the hedgehog. All he had needed was some instruction and he had bloomed into a knight in his own respect.

Lancelot figured this may be their last sparring match. Sonic didn’t require any more training. He had mastered the use of Caliburn and was even managing to beat him back.

Arondight lashed through the air in a deadly arc, but Sonic parried and returned with a strike of his own. This fight was such a far cry from their previous encounters when they had been enemies. Sonic’s defense and offense had improved immensely.

To his complete shock, Arondight was thrown from his hands by a mighty slash from Caliburn. The greatsword went flying and crashed into a tree. Lancelot looked at his empty hands and back to Sonic, who stuck Caliburn in the ground and leaned against the blade with a smug grin.

“Well, looks like the student has become the master.” Sonic casually inspected his nails, infuriating Lancelot with his callous attitude towards his momentous victory.

Lancelot had once heard that the greatest accomplishment for a teacher was to be surpassed by a student, but Lancelot couldn’t manage to work up any pride for Sonic’s mastery. He was angry that Sonic would treat his defeat as inevitable and take it with such a laid back manner.

But his confidence sparked something that Lancelot had been suppressing for the entirety of their time together. A desire that he wished wasn’t within him.

Sonic was a remarkable opponent, Lancelot couldn’t deny that. His self-assurance was something that inspired and attracted Lancelot despite his annoyance. He wondered how such swagger would translate in the bedroom.

Lancelot wasn’t one to shy away from danger or adversity. Perhaps he could propose they engage in an intimate encounter with one another.

But he wouldn’t give himself over to someone unworthy, and a training match wasn’t enough for Lancelot to prove Sonic’s worth. A proper duel would have to be done between them before Lancelot made his decision.

The knight silently retrieved his sword from where it had landed and sheathed it. He then walked up to Sonic, removed his gauntlet, and smacked him across the face with it.

Sonic blinked dazedly, wondering if what he just thought happened had actually happened.

“Uh, what?” He asked stupidly, having no idea how to respond.

“I’m challenging you to a duel. Do you accept?”

Sonic cocked his head and regained his confident smile. “’Course I accept. I’ll kick your ass again if you want me to so badly!”

Lancelot growled and took ten steps away from Sonic before readying his sword. Sonic took up a defensive position, something Lancelot had taught him, and grinned.

“Hey, what do I get if I win?” Sonic asked playfully.

“The honor of defeating the greatest of this land’s knights.”

“Hmm. I can’t really do much with honor. How about a kiss?”

“A what?”

Sonic took advantage of Lancelot’s shock and charged forward, switching his sword to an offensive position in an instant. Lancelot’s trained reflexes saved him and he blocked the attack, pushing Sonic back and making him stumble.

Lancelot lashed out but Sonic was good with his feet and he regained his balance quickly. He dodged and rolled his way around Arondight and couldn’t be touched.

The knight was experienced in the ways of battle and kept his calm even as Sonic avoided his every effort. He only needed to be patient and watch for a misstep.

But it seemed Lancelot had trained Sonic too well. Arondight failed to touch Sonic each time it attempted to make contact. Sonic was fast, and had been trained to use his speed to his advantage by Lancelot himself. His natural talents had been refined into an unstoppable force.

Instead, Sonic found a weakness in Lancelot’s assault and turned the tables on his teacher. A sweep under his feet brought his legs out from under the knight and he collapsed. As Lancelot was cursing himself for the oversight, Sonic moved in and pinned him to the ground.

“Can I have that kiss now?”

Sonic had bested him in a fair duel, and Lancelot had made his decision to only be intimate with someone worthy of him. So he supposed Sonic could have his kiss.

Lancelot nodded, his face reddening.

Sonic hesitated, obviously having not expected Lancelot to actually agree, but leaned in after smiling. This smile was gentle, caring, rather than annoyingly cocky. It suited Sonic’s features.

Their lips met, and Lancelot closed his eyes to fully feel the pressure. His body relaxed under Sonic’s hands and the blue hedgehog’s thumbs massaging the skin underneath them.

They parted once their lungs became desperate for air. They panted and stared at one another, unsure of where to go from here.

“We…have much to do, now that you are ready.” Lancelot announced after the silence stretched on for too long.

Sonic nodded and smiled regretfully, wishing they could have had more time together. But Sonic needed to get back home and Lancelot needed to save his home. He climbed off of the knight and helped him up off the ground.

“My brothers in arms will seek to stop us. We will need to retrieve their blades.” Lancelot was suddenly all business, seemingly unaffected by what had just occurred.

But he was roiling internally. He wanted Sonic’s lips on more than just his mouth. He wanted a lot more than just his lips.

Such was not their fate, though. Camelot was in need of saving and they were the only ones capable of doing just that.

***

They did fight against Shadow’s brothers in arms and handily defeated them. After Sonic had bested Lancelot, the best among them, the others were easy in comparison. Lancelot had flinched when they accused him of being a traitor, and Sonic wished he didn’t have that helmet of his that hid his face away. Sonic guessed his eyes were filled with sadness again at the accusation.

They would soon be revealed as the saviors of the kingdom, however, and Sonic reminded Lancelot of that whenever the sadness consumed his façade. The knight appreciated his reassurance, and on particularly good days he’d receive a kiss on the cheek for his efforts.

Sonic would miss Lancelot when he returned home. It was fun teasing and kissing him. He couldn’t keep this up without being honest with the knight, however.

They were camping out one evening during their pursuit of Merlina when Sonic resolved to come clean with Lancelot.

“Lance?” He called to his partner, lying down with his back facing Sonic in their little tent.

“What?” Annoyance was obvious in his voice when he turned to meet Sonic’s gaze. He still disliked the foolish nickname.

“We’ve been messing around a bit, and I think I need to tell you something in case things get more…intense.”

Lancelot’s ears perked with attention, and Sonic sucked in a bracing breath.

“I’ve told you about my home world? How people here look like the people I know over there?”

Lancelot nodded.

“Well, there’s someone that looks like you back home. Shadow. And…I have a bit of a thing for him. A crush, if we want to use teenage girl terminology.”

Lancelot nodded again, his face remaining unreadable.

“I like you, Lance, I really do. I don’t want you to think that you’re a replacement for Shadow. But…whatever we’re doing won’t last. I have to go home. And…it’s him I want to be with, you know, romantically. Some day.”

The knight sighed in exasperation, which surprised Sonic. He had been expecting sadness or more likely an impassive façade. But Lancelot only seemed frustrated with him.

“Sonic, I am an adult. I’m not some swooning maiden falling for a man I can never have. I know you will return home, and I know whatever we’re doing won’t end in romance. This is fun, I enjoy spending time with you, but I’m not falling in love with you. It won’t break my heart to see you go, though I will remember you. Your honor. Your bravery.”

Sonic should have known better. This knight was a man well versed in the ways of the world, dedicated to his cause above any one person. Of course he would have the maturity to maintain an emotional distance between them.

Lancelot leaned in and kissed him gently.

“If I may be so bold…If this ‘Shadow’ is anything like me he will appreciate forwardness. Do with him as you have done with me. Make your intentions and affections for him clear and perhaps he will respond in kind. Nothing can be gained from hiding them.”

“I’ll remember that. Thanks, Lance.”

For once, Lancelot seemed unaffected by the nickname. “Let us rest. We have a hard fight ahead of us.”

***

Merlina was defeated, as Sonic knew she would be. His heart went out to the girl, but what she had done had to be put to an end.

Lancelot had fought at his side throughout this journey, and now it was coming to a close. The knight deserved a fitting goodbye.

Before he left, he found Lancelot in the castle’s halls, barking orders at soldiers to help with relief efforts. He tapped on the knight’s shoulder and Lancelot turned. He immediately collapsed into a kneeling position before him.

“My king. Is there anything you wish of me?”

“You can knock that off for starters, Lance.” Sonic pulled Lancelot from the ground and clasped his shoulders when they stood even. Lancelot avoided his gaze and kept his head bowed in reverence.

“Good enough, I guess.” Sonic sighed in resignation. “There is something I wish of you, actually.”

“Anything, my king.”

Sonic pulled a leather glove from his quills he had stored away and smacked Lancelot across the face with it. He enjoyed the look of surprise on the knight’s face.

“I…”

“This time, if I win, I want more than a kiss, Lance.” Sonic smirked and arched an eyebrow, his meaning quite obvious to anyone.

Lancelot hesitated.

“It would be most inappropriate, my king.”

Sonic waved him off. “Can’t say I much care for propriety, buddy. I just want to give us something to remember each other by. No strings attached, just some fun between friends.”

Lancelot opened his mouth, presumably to argue, but closed it in favor of nodding once.

Sonic bested him once again, as predicted by the both of them. Lancelot had fought his hardest, he would never disrespect his king by not giving him his best, but he was still defeated. In this one case, Lancelot was alright with the loss.

The tumbled into bed together in the royal chambers. Sonic figured that so long as the people here were treating him like a king he could make use of some of the perks. Using the bed wouldn’t be too much to take advantage of.

They’d stripped each other of their armor and refinery and fell in a tangled mess of limbs and tongues, intertwining and moaning shamelessly.

Sonic knew someone as reserved as Lancelot was also repressed, and the repressed ones always went the most wild in bed. Lance and Shadow both had that appeal going for them.

But Sonic wasn’t thinking of Shadow in this moment. Lancelot was the focus of his attention. He meant it when he had said Lancelot wasn’t a replacement for something he couldn’t have. Lance was his own person with his own attractiveness.

Their relationship began and ended here and now, and they both knew it. Sonic’s heart belonged to Shadow and Sonic intended to act on his feelings once he was home again. But before then a little tumble between the sheets with a friend wouldn’t hurt either of them.

Sonic kissed his way across Lancelot’s fur, licking the dips between his abdominal muscles and running his hands over the firm and toned body. Lancelot’s form was different from what Sonic had seen of Shadow. Lancelot’s muscles were built up to heft that greatsword of his, whereas Shadow was designed, quite literally, for both speed and power. Shadow was slim but firm to the touch. Lancelot was more physically imposing.

Massaging his muscles was a pleasure. Sonic liked feeling them work under his fingertips as they flexed under his touch.

Lancelot let him do as he wished. He relaxed on the bed and submitted to his king’s wishes. Sonic took the invitation with glee.

His mouth attacked Lancelot’s nipples, rolling the nub between his teeth and pressing his tongue to them, switching between both so neither would be neglected. Lancelot’s strict self-control kept him from writhing in need, but he did moan freely.

The so-called king removed himself entirely from Lancelot’s body once his chest was moist and sore and his legs were trembling. Lancelot’s cock was upright and weeping copiously, desperate to be touched.

Sonic wouldn’t make things so easy for his knight in shining armor. He would have to work for his reward. Sonic leaned back on his hands to display his own hard dick and arched an expectant eyebrow. The panting and shaking Lancelot rolled over and crawled towards him, his tongue ready to lap up Sonic’s pre-cum.

Lips wrapped around the tip of Sonic’s cock and sucked a little, testing the texture and taste out for a bit before sucking in earnest. Lancelot slowly took in more of his king’s length into his mouth. He took all the time he wanted swallowing it all down his throat.

His mouth pressed against Sonic’s balls before moving away again while letting his tongue drag up the underside of the shaft. Sonic moaned and leaned his head back.

Lancelot loved on his cock thoroughly, moistening it with his saliva and not leaving a bit of it untouched or unsucked. He pulled away only to give butterfly kisses to the shaft and balls then returned to swallowing it down.

Sonic had to grit his teeth and bear the pleasure to prevent cumming. He didn’t want things to end like this. Lancelot deserved the best reward the king could provide for his loyal knight. He had to push Lancelot away reluctantly.

Lancelot looked at him, confused, and Sonic only silently pushed him onto his back again. They locked lips and Sonic tasted his own bitter pre-cum inside Lancelot’s mouth. He sucked on the knight’s lips and nibbled on them lightly. They were swollen at the end of it and the sight appealed to Sonic greatly.

Sonic had thought the knight looked good after a sparring session, all sweaty and mussed, but the same look appealed much more when he was pressed against the sheets of his bed with the addition of puffy lips and pert nipples.

A kiss distracted Lancelot from the finger that probed his anus and opened it up for bigger things to come. He moaned into Sonic’s mouth as a second was added and used to scissor him apart.

“Have you…?” Sonic trailed off, knowing the question would still be communicated.

Lancelot scoffed. “I told you, I am no swooning maiden. I have lain with men before.”

That was a relief to Sonic. He didn’t want to take Lancelot’s virginity then leave him alone to deal with the emotions of it. They could both walk away from this satisfied and sated both physically and emotionally.

Once Lancelot was suitably prepared Sonic pressed his tip to Lancelot’s entrance and looked to the knight for permission. He gave a shaky nod and Sonic smiled kindly at him in return.

He carefully shifted his hips forward and watched Lancelot’s face closely. He flinched a few times and for each flinch Sonic hesitated in his forward motion to let Lancelot adjust. Sonic made his slow progress in until he was fully seated inside of his knight.

“How are you doing?” Sonic asked with concern as he felt Lancelot loosen up around his girth.

“Hurry up and fuck me.” The knight growled. He then blushed and looked to the side awkwardly. “My king.” He amended.

Sonic laughed out loud as he obeyed his knight’s wishes. His hips snapped forward and back hard and swift. The knight let out a mix between a moan and a surprised yelp. He clamped a hand over his mouth in embarrassment.

“Don’t do that.” Sonic discouraged. “I want to hear you.”

Sonic pried the hand away from Lancelot’s lips. The knight gave a token resistance but gave in to his king’s wishes. Instead, Lancelot freely moaned and writhed and reached out to Sonic.

The king leaned in and hugged Lancelot close, allowing for whatever intimacy Lancelot wanted for this one encounter of theirs. If Lancelot wanted to be held that was exactly what would be done.

Their bodies pressed closed as Sonic thrust and withdrew at a fast and steady pace. He felt puffs of air against his neck where Lancelot’s face was buried with every snap of his hips. He could feel the vibrations of each moan in Lancelot’s throat. He felt every tremor as it shook Lancelot’s body.

The knight held himself together the best he could. Hiding his face in Sonic’s neck helped him keep some composure and dignity. If Sonic could see him he would see the pleasure twisting his expression and the red flush of his muzzle. He was coming undone in his king’s arms and he didn’t want it to be seen.

Sonic wanted this to last, so when he felt Lancelot squeeze him tight he would slow down to a crawl that made Lancelot’s fists clench on the fur of his back in frustration. Once the tension eased Sonic would go back to pegging Lancelot’s prostate mercilessly.

“You are…driving me to-to madness, my king.” Lancelot panted in his ear.

“That’s kind of the point.” Sonic chuckled.

His balls felt heavy and ready to burst, and if Lancelot’s cries were anything to go by he was in a similar state. Neither of them would last much longer.

Sonic released Lancelot and let him fall back onto the bed. He took in the sight of the knight so undignified, so thoroughly debauched. Drool leaked from his mouth and little moans and screams of ecstasy poured from him. He was sweaty and flushed and a far cry from the noble, untouchable knight he came off as.

Sonic hoped Lancelot would find someone worthy of him and someone who would stay by his side. He deserved a dedicated lover, and some part of Sonic regretted that person couldn’t be him.

At least he could provide Lancelot some pleasure for all his hard work. He brought them both to an explosive orgasm with a few hard thrusts deep inside of Lancelot’s passage. Sonic filled Lancelot with his seed, some of it leaking onto the bed as he pulled out.

As a final service to his loyal knight, he licked the fur of his chest, abdomen and thighs clean of cum. Lancelot tried to push him away from the servile act, but Sonic pressed on. The knight had little choice but to lie back and accept the act.

Sonic hugged Lancelot tightly once they were both clean. The embrace was returned and the warmth of affection flooded them both.

“I’ll remember you, my friend.” Sonic promised, meaning every word of the oath.

“I will do right by you and this kingdom, I swear it. I will follow my oath to the crown as I know it in my heart.” Lancelot returned with an oath of his own. “And please, confess to your Shadow. I wouldn’t wish him to be deprived of this pleasure.”

“Lancelot, I do believe that was a jest I just heard from you.” Sonic teased with a tinkling laugh.

“You’re rubbing off on me in more ways than one.”

“There’s another one! I’m such a good influence.” Sonic preened with pride at Lancelot’s newly acquired humor.

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