Four things told Sonic that today was going to be interesting. The first was that he was in Scourge’s bed instead of his own. (The difference was immediately obvious, as Scourge’s was far more comfortable and at least twice the size of his.)

The second was that he was in gloves. Fingerless black leather ones, but gloves nonetheless- the comfort was small, but it was definitely there.
The third thing was that his normal shock collar had been replaced by a simple leather one. It was surprisingly comfortable, and fit well. For a fleeting moment, he wondered if Scourge had tried it on himself.

The fourth thing was that the calendar pinned next to the fireplace circled today’s date, and it was his birthday. He was seventeen.

“Ready to join the land of the living, sleeping beauty?” Sonic scrambled to a sitting position, pressing his quills almost uncomfortably against the headboard, watching as Scourge stood grinning in the doorway. His teeth seemed to glint in the low light, drawn curtains fluttering slightly and creating a rippling, almost otherworldly presence. Sonic smiled nervously.

There was a fifth thing that told him today would be interesting.

One ankle was chained to the bed. Only one, allowing for a fairly impressive array of movement, but clearly telling him he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Yeah, yeah, your royal pain. I’m awake. Happy birthday to me. Any plans for today that don’t happen to involve me being in pain? You owe a birthday boy that, at least.” Scourge smirked, slowly pulling off his rings one by one, rolling them around in his hands. He walked over, swaying with a regal gait before setting the them down. The gentle ‘clink’ they made when they bumped into each other set Sonic on edge, but he did his best not to show it.

“Well, Blue, that’s not exactly what I had in mind…” His smile reminded Sonic of a shark’s. No, sharks didn’t think before they acted, didn’t revel in their prey’s misery. He was a tiger, a lion, every predator and yet a class of his own. “It’s my birthday too, and I want something… special from you.” He gently pulled off his cape and reached up for his crown, ears popping up when he removed it. After setting it next to the rings, he wrapped one hand around the blanket covering Sonic, peeling it back almost delicately. “I think you can guess, can’t you?”

“Asshole.”

“Exactly.” Scourge set two fingers on Sonic’s chest, letting them sit for two heartbeats that echoed in Sonic’s ears before slowly, very slowly, dragging them down. Past his chest, past his stomach, the self-proclaimed king traced careful circles on the inside of Sonic’s thigh, smiling as the blue one flushed. He slid his legs over Sonic’s, forcing the chained one to press his legs together a bit and stimulate the growing little problem where they met. “Eager, are we Blue?”

“Shut up.” Sonic muttered, currently rather hating his body for reacting the way it was. Scourge leaned over Sonic, setting his hands and knees on the bed for balance, before pressing their lips together, pulling one hand up to stroke Sonic’s cheek. He could feel the blood practically boiling under Sonic’s skin, and grinned into the kiss, only having to wait a moment before Sonic grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in tighter.

It was nice when he actually showed he liked him back. Scourge slowly lowered himself so they were side by side on the bed and pulled his hand away from Sonic’s face, returning to running it up and down the inside of Sonic’s legs. From the little twitches and moans Scourge could feel through the kiss, Sonic didn’t mind in the slightest.

Suddenly, Sonic pulled back. “D-do it… a little higher…” Scourge, instead of moving slowly and carefully like he had been, quickly jerked his hand up, rubbing right where Sonic’s inner thigh met his length, and Sonic’s face went from a cute rosy pink to red as a beet in an instant.

He was coordinated enough to smack Scourge in the face, though, and even though Scourge knew he’d definitely have a nasty bruise on his cheek in a few minutes, it was entirely worth it for the adorable little squeak of pleasure Sonic made shortly after when he started running his fingers up his pet’s member. The gently applied pressure made Sonic squirm and flush, a quiet purr slipping out when Scourge pressed down near the tip, curling his palm around the already slightly slick ending and squeezing a tiny bit, Sonic’s gasp all the invitation he needed to start pumping.

“I… fucking… hate you…” Sonic muttered, burying his face in Scourge’s chest nonetheless, cheeks a furnace warming them both.

“And I love you, so we’re even.” Scourge whispered in Sonic’s ear, giving a particularly harsh pump. Sonic shuddered before gasping loudly as he came, fluid soaking Scourge’s nether regions. He moved his clean hand to pet Sonic’s ears, reveling in the rush of power that flooded him when Sonic purred, pressing more tightly against his chest. The vibrations practically matched his heartbeat, and he decided that they could finish him off in a bit. For now, he was content to just lie here with his pet, stroking Sonic’s ears, and forget about everything.

“Oh, and Sonic?” Sonic’s ears, even as they were being caressed, twitched at the mention of his real name, used so rarely.

“Yeah?” (Although, muffled by his chest, it sounded more like ‘yuhh?’

“Happy birthday.”