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Sometimes it's a lot of fun to forget about plots and just write some straight smut. Smut is fun.", "writing": "It took far longer than Sonic would have liked to find a bar with a doorman that recognized him. It was peak business hours, and Sonic refused to wait in line to have a few celebratory drinks after a damn good concert.\n\nHis adrenaline high from being on stage had long since dissipated during his search for a gracious bouncer. Damned backwater town. Why had his manager scheduled their tour to stop here of all places?\n\nEventually someone called out his name and a sympathetic bouncer figured letting in an apparent rock star would give their dingy little club some credibility.\n\nAt long last he got some alcohol into his system. He chugged down a few beers until the pulsing base became hypnotic, but not so much that he’d forget the night entirely. Sonic didn’t want to become the rock star cliché that boozed it up with drugs and hookers and died at 30. He just wanted a night out.\n\nSonic also wanted some time away from his fellow bandmates who were also his siblings. He loved them both dearly, but they could drive him up the wall sometimes. Some time apart after traveling together on tour would do them all some good. They’d meet up tomorrow when they were ready to leave this town refreshed and ready to share the cramped quarters of their tour bus again.\n\nAll he wanted was a night to himself.\n\nOf course, he couldn’t even have that. The bouncer hoping for some cred for his club apparently was desperate enough to let in Scourge of all people.\n\nA mumble traveled across the room as Scourge entered, but it wasn’t nearly as loud as the chatter Sonic’s appearance had caused, which fed into Sonic’s already inflated pride.\n\nSonic’s band’s albums always ranked just a few places higher than Scourge’s, and that drove the eerily similar looking hedgehog insane. Sonic had received more than few spurious emails from Scourge, raging at him and swearing to beat him one day.\n\nThat day had yet to come. Scourge’s metal band continued to lose to Sonic’s rock band on the charts.\n\nSonic tried to make himself small in his seat at the bar, but it did him no good. His bright blue fur was too distinctive to disguise. Scourge spotted him immediately. \n\nHe prepared himself for a fight, expecting Scourge to be furious at him for sharing this small town’s attention. \n\nTo Sonic’s shock, Scourge didn’t immediately throw him to the ground and kick him into the dust. Instead, he took a seat at Sonic’s side and waved at the barman for a drink.\n\nSonic waved for a refill as well, knowing he’d need to be far more tipsy to deal with Scourge. He abandoned his moral high ground and resolved to get shitfaced so he wouldn’t have to remember Scourge’s usual brand of bullshit.\n\n“I was at your concert tonight. Surprised you’ve stooped so low as to play for the ass-backwards simpletons that plague this town. It’s not every day you get so in touch with your roots.”\n\nSonic chugged his shot and waved for another.\n\n“You’re here too, aren’t you? What are you doing here if you’re not here to play?”\n\n“Are you stupid? Don’t answer that, I already know the answer. You’ve got the only event hall in town booked, how could I also be putting on a concert? No, these damn dirt roads made our tour bus shake its insides loose. We’re stuck here for the night.” Scourge finished his story with a swig of alcohol and a scowl of disgust at the taste of it.\n\n“Lucky me.” Sonic mumbled bitterly.\n\n“Lucky you.” Scourge replied with a smug grin.\n\nSonic waved for another drink, Scourge driving him to chug down several more beers until it became difficult to pick up his glass. Scourge seemed to take this as a challenge and matched him drink for drink until he was also swaying in his seat.\n\nHis faculties had fled his mind, and somehow cuddling up to Scourge was becoming a good idea. He let his head fall onto the green hedgehog’s shoulder and giggled, and Scourge laughed with him while petting his head.\n\nThe alcohol was making Scourge become more attractive by the second, and Sonic found himself picturing what his near-clone would look like stripped of his leather getup.\n\nIt was probably born from narcissism as much as it was due to the drink. Sonic was more than aware of his finer points, and Scourge mirrored his looks almost perfectly.\n\n“Anybody ever tell you how good you look in leather?” Sonic slurred.\n\nScourge grinned blearily and hiccupped, which Sonic found adorable. “All the fuckin’ time. Fangirls swoon over the leather.”\n\n“I bet they do. I’m never giving out backstage passes again, they keep stealing my stuff.”\n\nSonic had lost far too many pairs of underwear to crafty women nicking them from his dressing room during backstage tours. He was going commando right now because he’d lost his last pair to a groupie.\n\n“You look as good out of the leather?” Sonic teased.\n\n“Damn straight.” Scourge flexed a little, making his arms and chest tighten, both of which the leather getup exposed with its short sleeves and plunging neckline. Sonic was impressed by what he saw. \n\nNo amount of alcohol could subdue his competitive spirit, so he bulged his muscles in return, which earned him a few whistles from their fellow club goers. Scourge glared at him.\n\n“Nothing impressive.” Scourge scoffed, but one glance down brought Scourge’s bulging crotch into view, proving his words to be a blatant lie.\n\n“Oh, really? Your dick disagrees.” Sonic leaned close until he could smell the liquor on Scourge’s breath. “Do I tempt you, Scourge? Wanna pin me down and have your way with me?”\n\nScourge shifted uncomfortably on his bar stool and his glare intensified. “I wouldn’t fuck you if you begged me to.”\n\n“Why don’t I believe you?” Sonic put a hand on Scourge’s crotch and rubbed the leather pants, smirking all the while.\n\nSonic’s posturing was getting on Scourge’s nerves. He was acting all cocky and confident as ever, but Scourge knew he would be the one on top. Maybe Sonic needed to be taught a lesson in humility.\n\nScourge closed the gap between them and kissed Sonic hard, biting his soft lips and forcing his tongue between them to explore his mouth. Sonic groaned and returned the lip lock, letting Scourge do as he pleased, which Scourge took as a sign of submission.\n\nMetal clinked against metal as their tongue piercings met inside their mouths. They rolled the metal nubs around to stimulate their tongues. Scourge hadn't expected a shit head like Sonic to have something as sexy as a tongue piercing. He liked tasting it. \n\nThe bartender told them to break it up, even though the club’s patrons seemed to be enjoying the show from the hooting and hollering they were doing. They complied, and Sonic arched a questioning eyebrow.\n\n“Is that all?” He invited.\n\nScourge grabbed Sonic and dragged him out of the club and into the darkened streets. They stumbled their way towards Scourge’s hotel, feeling thankful he had his own room rather than having to share with his bandmates. \n\nA few unsavory looking folk leered at them from the dark alleyways, but Scourge’s snarl dissuaded any potential attackers. They made it to the hotel despite their drunkenness and fell into Scourge’s room, finding each other’s bodies with their hands the moment the door shut.\n\nScourge took charge in this as he did in all things, and pushed Sonic back until his legs hit the bed, and they fell into the sheets, tumbling and tangling with them and each other.\n\nTheir clothes were cast aside carelessly, their focus on far more important things. Scourge pinned Sonic to the bed and smirked down at his musical rival. He ran his pierced tongue over his lips hungrily.\n\n“You look good like this, blue. Like you’re in your place.”\n\n“You think so?” Sonic questioned with an arched eyebrow.\n\nWith a leg swung over Scourge’s hip, Sonic swiftly wrestled him onto his back and reversed their positions, leaving Scourge blinking confusedly up at Sonic, stunned for a brief moment.\n\n“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Scourge demanded with a snarl.\n\n“You seriously that slow? I’ve always been above you, you think this will go any different?”\n\n“You bastard! Get off of me! I’ll be the one to fuck you into the ground, you slut!”\n\n“Nah.” Sonic dismissed, keeping Scourge’s hands pinned with one of his own hands and using the other stroke Scourge’s sheath.\n\nHe rubbed along the little slit, dipping a finger inside to pleasure the sensitive skin and draw Scourge’s cock out. Scourge couldn’t help but moan. Sonic wasn’t the least bit surprised when his hand found smooth metal on Scourge’s cock, a Jacob’s ladder decorating the length.\n\nOnce his cock had come out to play, Sonic wrapped his fingers around the shaft and circled his thumb over the tip. Scourge’s tensed body began to relax and submit to Sonic’s ministrations.\n\n“You fucker…” He mumbled for good measure, unwilling to completely roll over and let Sonic have at him, but enjoying this too much to squirm away.\n\nHis piercings were nudged at first by Sonic’s hand, but then the blue hedgehog began to intentionally pull at the metal in his flesh. It felt incredible, and Scourge let out more than a few undignified sounds. \n\nSonic moved his hand from Scourge’s dick to his ass and found his entrance, penetrating it with a single digit.\n\n“Ah, shit, fuck you…” Scourge swore, but he made no motions to attempt to escape; the ache and the burn of the stretch only turning him on more.\n\nSonic scissored Scourge apart, getting his ass ready for much more substantial things to enter it.\n\n “You ever taken it in the ass?” Sonic questioned.\n\nScourge glowered at him. “Of course not! You think I’d let anybody fuck me?”\n\n“I feel so special.” Sonic said dryly, which earned him another furious scowl and more attempts to escape his grip, but the squirming was weak and token. There was no real will to get away behind Scourge’s motions.\n\nOnce Sonic was satisfied with how loose Scourge was he positioned his tip at Scourge’s entrance, making him jump in surprise at the cold metal on Sonic’s tip.\n\n“Oh, did I not mention? We match.” Sonic explained as he pierced Scourge with his decorated length. \n\nScourge felt hot cock and metal slide into him, and his ass felt the chill of every bit of metal put inside of him. He yelped and writhed, but Sonic’s hand kept him still.\n\nOnce fully sheathed, Sonic released Scourge’s hands in favor of pinning him down by the shoulders, which allowed Scourge use of his hands. Sonic half expected Scourge to sock him one, but his rival did no such thing. His clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, but he did not lash out.\n\nSonic had no intention of going easy on his fellow musician after all the harassment he’d had to put up with over the years. So once Scourge relaxed enough, Sonic pounded brutally into him.\n\nScourge howled to the skies as Sonic set a pace far more rapid and punishing than Scourge would ever expect out of the one he had deemed a sad sack and a total pussy. And now he was being fucked out of his mind by said pussy. \n\n“Fuck you, fuck you!” Scourge berated, gripping Sonic’s arms that were still holding him down and trying to shove him off, but the pleasure washing through him was reducing his muscles to useless strings.\n\nSonic did remove his hands from Scourge’s shoulders, only to move them to his hips. He lifted them up so Scourge’s ass was elevated off the bed, allowing Sonic to thrust at a downward angle into Scourge’s depths as he lifted himself on his knees.\n\nScourge felt every inch of Sonic’s cock stretch him apart, and the hard metal of his piercings rubbed against his insides and stimulated the sensitive flesh to the point of bonelessness on Scourge’s part.\n\nHe had severely underestimated Sonic. He had expected a story to brag about, a tale of shagging his hated rival and leaving him swimming in cum for the night. But it seemed that would be his own fate instead.\n\n“Enjoying yourself?” Sonic taunted.\n\n“I hate you so fucking much.”\n\n“Well, your ass loves me. And I’m pretty fond of your ass.” Sonic punctuated his words with forceful thrusts into Scourge’s prostate, making him scream and let out a stream of babbled curses and begging.\n\nScourge snapped his mouth shut after his involuntary outburst, but the damage was done. Sonic was grinning that smug, self-righteous grin that infuriated him.\n\n“Damn, what a cock loving slut you are.” Sonic slapped Scourge’s raised ass before returning his grip to his hips.\n\nSonic changed his thrusts to short forward motions, making his length stay deep inside of Scourge rather than pulling out for every thrust. \n\nScourge howled again at the change of rhythm, and now his prostate had a constant barrage of pressure inflicted on it. He had no relief from the piercings rubbing at his insides, and no relief from the constant pleasure granted to him by the person he hated the most.\n\nHe felt his orgasm building, and he did his damndest to hold it back, but it was for naught. He came without his dick being touched, only from having his ass fucked.\n\nSonic held out for longer than he did, and drew out every bit of pleasure he could manage. Sonic continued thrusting as Scourge’s walls clamped tight around him until he released, filling Scourge with his seed.\n\nSonic pulled out and dropped Scourge to the bed, who was a panting and sweaty mess with cum dripping down his thighs. He couldn’t even be humiliated by his appearance, he already had his pride shot full of holes. His chest heaved with the effort to regain his breath, and his ass throbbed with soreness, which would only get worse come morning. \n\nHis musical rival gave him a pat on head after dressing. Apparently the thorough fucking had sobered him up enough that he could walk straight, and he marched out the door with a final comment thrown over his shoulder.\n\n“I had a good time, Scourge. Call me if you’re feeling lonely, ‘kay?”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "It took far longer than Sonic would have liked to find a bar with a doorman that recognized him. It was peak business hours, and Sonic refused to wait in line to have a few celebratory drinks after a damn good concert.

His adrenaline high from being on stage had long since dissipated during his search for a gracious bouncer. Damned backwater town. Why had his manager scheduled their tour to stop here of all places?

Eventually someone called out his name and a sympathetic bouncer figured letting in an apparent rock star would give their dingy little club some credibility.

At long last he got some alcohol into his system. He chugged down a few beers until the pulsing base became hypnotic, but not so much that he’d forget the night entirely. Sonic didn’t want to become the rock star cliché that boozed it up with drugs and hookers and died at 30. He just wanted a night out.

Sonic also wanted some time away from his fellow bandmates who were also his siblings. He loved them both dearly, but they could drive him up the wall sometimes. Some time apart after traveling together on tour would do them all some good. They’d meet up tomorrow when they were ready to leave this town refreshed and ready to share the cramped quarters of their tour bus again.

All he wanted was a night to himself.

Of course, he couldn’t even have that. The bouncer hoping for some cred for his club apparently was desperate enough to let in Scourge of all people.

A mumble traveled across the room as Scourge entered, but it wasn’t nearly as loud as the chatter Sonic’s appearance had caused, which fed into Sonic’s already inflated pride.

Sonic’s band’s albums always ranked just a few places higher than Scourge’s, and that drove the eerily similar looking hedgehog insane. Sonic had received more than few spurious emails from Scourge, raging at him and swearing to beat him one day.

That day had yet to come. Scourge’s metal band continued to lose to Sonic’s rock band on the charts.

Sonic tried to make himself small in his seat at the bar, but it did him no good. His bright blue fur was too distinctive to disguise. Scourge spotted him immediately.

He prepared himself for a fight, expecting Scourge to be furious at him for sharing this small town’s attention.

To Sonic’s shock, Scourge didn’t immediately throw him to the ground and kick him into the dust. Instead, he took a seat at Sonic’s side and waved at the barman for a drink.

Sonic waved for a refill as well, knowing he’d need to be far more tipsy to deal with Scourge. He abandoned his moral high ground and resolved to get shitfaced so he wouldn’t have to remember Scourge’s usual brand of bullshit.

“I was at your concert tonight. Surprised you’ve stooped so low as to play for the ass-backwards simpletons that plague this town. It’s not every day you get so in touch with your roots.”

Sonic chugged his shot and waved for another.

“You’re here too, aren’t you? What are you doing here if you’re not here to play?”

“Are you stupid? Don’t answer that, I already know the answer. You’ve got the only event hall in town booked, how could I also be putting on a concert? No, these damn dirt roads made our tour bus shake its insides loose. We’re stuck here for the night.” Scourge finished his story with a swig of alcohol and a scowl of disgust at the taste of it.

“Lucky me.” Sonic mumbled bitterly.

“Lucky you.” Scourge replied with a smug grin.

Sonic waved for another drink, Scourge driving him to chug down several more beers until it became difficult to pick up his glass. Scourge seemed to take this as a challenge and matched him drink for drink until he was also swaying in his seat.

His faculties had fled his mind, and somehow cuddling up to Scourge was becoming a good idea. He let his head fall onto the green hedgehog’s shoulder and giggled, and Scourge laughed with him while petting his head.

The alcohol was making Scourge become more attractive by the second, and Sonic found himself picturing what his near-clone would look like stripped of his leather getup.

It was probably born from narcissism as much as it was due to the drink. Sonic was more than aware of his finer points, and Scourge mirrored his looks almost perfectly.

“Anybody ever tell you how good you look in leather?” Sonic slurred.

Scourge grinned blearily and hiccupped, which Sonic found adorable. “All the fuckin’ time. Fangirls swoon over the leather.”

“I bet they do. I’m never giving out backstage passes again, they keep stealing my stuff.”

Sonic had lost far too many pairs of underwear to crafty women nicking them from his dressing room during backstage tours. He was going commando right now because he’d lost his last pair to a groupie.

“You look as good out of the leather?” Sonic teased.

“Damn straight.” Scourge flexed a little, making his arms and chest tighten, both of which the leather getup exposed with its short sleeves and plunging neckline. Sonic was impressed by what he saw.

No amount of alcohol could subdue his competitive spirit, so he bulged his muscles in return, which earned him a few whistles from their fellow club goers. Scourge glared at him.

“Nothing impressive.” Scourge scoffed, but one glance down brought Scourge’s bulging crotch into view, proving his words to be a blatant lie.

“Oh, really? Your dick disagrees.” Sonic leaned close until he could smell the liquor on Scourge’s breath. “Do I tempt you, Scourge? Wanna pin me down and have your way with me?”

Scourge shifted uncomfortably on his bar stool and his glare intensified. “I wouldn’t fuck you if you begged me to.”

“Why don’t I believe you?” Sonic put a hand on Scourge’s crotch and rubbed the leather pants, smirking all the while.

Sonic’s posturing was getting on Scourge’s nerves. He was acting all cocky and confident as ever, but Scourge knew he would be the one on top. Maybe Sonic needed to be taught a lesson in humility.

Scourge closed the gap between them and kissed Sonic hard, biting his soft lips and forcing his tongue between them to explore his mouth. Sonic groaned and returned the lip lock, letting Scourge do as he pleased, which Scourge took as a sign of submission.

Metal clinked against metal as their tongue piercings met inside their mouths. They rolled the metal nubs around to stimulate their tongues. Scourge hadn't expected a shit head like Sonic to have something as sexy as a tongue piercing. He liked tasting it.

The bartender told them to break it up, even though the club’s patrons seemed to be enjoying the show from the hooting and hollering they were doing. They complied, and Sonic arched a questioning eyebrow.

“Is that all?” He invited.

Scourge grabbed Sonic and dragged him out of the club and into the darkened streets. They stumbled their way towards Scourge’s hotel, feeling thankful he had his own room rather than having to share with his bandmates.

A few unsavory looking folk leered at them from the dark alleyways, but Scourge’s snarl dissuaded any potential attackers. They made it to the hotel despite their drunkenness and fell into Scourge’s room, finding each other’s bodies with their hands the moment the door shut.

Scourge took charge in this as he did in all things, and pushed Sonic back until his legs hit the bed, and they fell into the sheets, tumbling and tangling with them and each other.

Their clothes were cast aside carelessly, their focus on far more important things. Scourge pinned Sonic to the bed and smirked down at his musical rival. He ran his pierced tongue over his lips hungrily.

“You look good like this, blue. Like you’re in your place.”

“You think so?” Sonic questioned with an arched eyebrow.

With a leg swung over Scourge’s hip, Sonic swiftly wrestled him onto his back and reversed their positions, leaving Scourge blinking confusedly up at Sonic, stunned for a brief moment.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Scourge demanded with a snarl.

“You seriously that slow? I’ve always been above you, you think this will go any different?”

“You bastard! Get off of me! I’ll be the one to fuck you into the ground, you slut!”

“Nah.” Sonic dismissed, keeping Scourge’s hands pinned with one of his own hands and using the other stroke Scourge’s sheath.

He rubbed along the little slit, dipping a finger inside to pleasure the sensitive skin and draw Scourge’s cock out.  Scourge couldn’t help but moan. Sonic wasn’t the least bit surprised when his hand found smooth metal on Scourge’s cock, a Jacob’s ladder decorating the length.

Once his cock had come out to play, Sonic wrapped his fingers around the shaft and circled his thumb over the tip. Scourge’s tensed body began to relax and submit to Sonic’s ministrations.

“You fucker…” He mumbled for good measure, unwilling to completely roll over and let Sonic have at him, but enjoying this too much to squirm away.

His piercings were nudged at first by Sonic’s hand, but then the blue hedgehog began to intentionally pull at the metal in his flesh. It felt incredible, and Scourge let out more than a few undignified sounds.

Sonic moved his hand from Scourge’s dick to his ass and found his entrance, penetrating it with a single digit.

“Ah, shit, fuck you…” Scourge swore, but he made no motions to attempt to escape; the ache and the burn of the stretch only turning him on more.

Sonic scissored Scourge apart, getting his ass ready for much more substantial things to enter it.

 “You ever taken it in the ass?” Sonic questioned.

Scourge glowered at him. “Of course not! You think I’d let anybody fuck me?”

“I feel so special.” Sonic said dryly, which earned him another furious scowl and more attempts to escape his grip, but the squirming was weak and token. There was no real will to get away behind Scourge’s motions.

Once Sonic was satisfied with how loose Scourge was he positioned his tip at Scourge’s entrance, making him jump in surprise at the cold metal on Sonic’s tip.

“Oh, did I not mention? We match.” Sonic explained as he pierced Scourge with his decorated length.

Scourge felt hot cock and metal slide into him, and his ass felt the chill of every bit of metal put inside of him. He yelped and writhed, but Sonic’s hand kept him still.

Once fully sheathed, Sonic released Scourge’s hands in favor of pinning him down by the shoulders, which allowed Scourge use of his hands. Sonic half expected Scourge to sock him one, but his rival did no such thing. His clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, but he did not lash out.

Sonic had no intention of going easy on his fellow musician after all the harassment he’d had to put up with over the years. So once Scourge relaxed enough, Sonic pounded brutally into him.

Scourge howled to the skies as Sonic set a pace far more rapid and punishing than Scourge would ever expect out of the one he had deemed a sad sack and a total pussy. And now he was being fucked out of his mind by said pussy.

“Fuck you, fuck you!” Scourge berated, gripping Sonic’s arms that were still holding him down and trying to shove him off, but the pleasure washing through him was reducing his muscles to useless strings.

Sonic did remove his hands from Scourge’s shoulders, only to move them to his hips. He lifted them up so Scourge’s ass was elevated off the bed, allowing Sonic to thrust at a downward angle into Scourge’s depths as he lifted himself on his knees.

Scourge felt every inch of Sonic’s cock stretch him apart, and the hard metal of his piercings rubbed against his insides and stimulated the sensitive flesh to the point of bonelessness on Scourge’s part.

He had severely underestimated Sonic. He had expected a story to brag about, a tale of shagging his hated rival and leaving him swimming in cum for the night. But it seemed that would be his own fate instead.

“Enjoying yourself?” Sonic taunted.

“I hate you so fucking much.”

“Well, your ass loves me. And I’m pretty fond of your ass.” Sonic punctuated his words with forceful thrusts into Scourge’s prostate, making him scream and let out a stream of babbled curses and begging.

Scourge snapped his mouth shut after his involuntary outburst, but the damage was done. Sonic was grinning that smug, self-righteous grin that infuriated him.

“Damn, what a cock loving slut you are.” Sonic slapped Scourge’s raised ass before returning his grip to his hips.

Sonic changed his thrusts to short forward motions, making his length stay deep inside of Scourge rather than pulling out for every thrust.

Scourge howled again at the change of rhythm, and now his prostate had a constant barrage of pressure inflicted on it. He had no relief from the piercings rubbing at his insides, and no relief from the constant pleasure granted to him by the person he hated the most.

He felt his orgasm building, and he did his damndest to hold it back, but it was for naught. He came without his dick being touched, only from having his ass fucked.

Sonic held out for longer than he did, and drew out every bit of pleasure he could manage. Sonic continued thrusting as Scourge’s walls clamped tight around him until he released, filling Scourge with his seed.

Sonic pulled out and dropped Scourge to the bed, who was a panting and sweaty mess with cum dripping down his thighs. He couldn’t even be humiliated by his appearance, he already had his pride shot full of holes. His chest heaved with the effort to regain his breath, and his ass throbbed with soreness, which would only get worse come morning.

His musical rival gave him a pat on head after dressing. Apparently the thorough fucking had sobered him up enough that he could walk straight, and he marched out the door with a final comment thrown over his shoulder.

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