(A/N: WARNING: This is a rather dark fanfic despite the ridiculous title name. There will be fighting, blood, bondage, rape, none for the weak. So if you can not stand these things, I suggest leaving now. This story is actually an ongoing role play with me and my friend. For those stickin' around for the dark drama, hope you enjoy!)
New Mobotropolis. A faint light can be seen through the trees in the distance. That glow was actually the city's defense system in standby mode. It meant that no one who wasn't welcome in the city was getting in without notice. It meant that he couldn't go on his nightly raid tonight.
A green hedgehog stood alone on a small hill looking at the faint light, frowning. He didn't know how exactly the city's defense system worked so he figured that it was time for a little experimentation. Had to. When shifting from one leg to the other he flinched at the sound of his stomach telling him to make his move. The Suppression Squad had the last laugh; they destroyed his new hangout's food supply before running for the hills. If he wanted to be in any condition to defend what was his then he had to find some food. That meant, without anymore hesitation, that the green hedgehog slide down one side of the Hill smoothly to sprint in the direction of the city with the formerly unique resounding of a Sonic Boom.
A streak of green in black leather came up on the borders of the city fast; weaving his ways through the trees without a hint of difficulty. The sudden jerking motion caused his shades to gradually move out of alignment, though, and forced him to adjust them every few seconds in irritation. He'd been so busy adjusting his gear that he didn't notice he shot passed the borders of the city without being fried on sight (which is what he believed would happen knowing his rotten luck). It seemed that nothing happened at all. A good distance in he put the brakes on to get his bearings ... a little too hard. His sunglasses went flying from the momentum, but he swiftly caught them before they hit the ground. "Heh. That computer-chick ani't so bad." Referring to NICOLE and her seemingly impervious defense of the city. Little did he know that he set off a silent alarm. It wouldn't take long for every Freedom Fighter in the city to know there was an intruder ... and for them to know the intruder's location.
Of course given a certain hedgehog's speed (Sonic's in particular), there was no surprise that he ran the highest chances of finding the intruder first. Sonic wasted no time putting himself at the front of the action and taking initiative with no second thoughts about it, abandoning any further thought of cruising any more along the city streets.
The soles of Sonic's faithful sneakers heated up but never failed him. At the rate in which his speed increased, it didn't take him long at all to figure out who or what had tripped the alarm.
He raced closer to the heart of the wood, the trees beginning to grow closer together, the brambles of the thicket reaching out to him. Of course he was much too agile to fall prey to any offending obstacles and darted over them, realizing then who the smell belonged to, who it was he should have speculated immediately.
When he got too close, Sonic became tense. He was paranoid perhaps, though certain the other knew he was nearby, that his similar acute senses of a presence gave him away.
He had to wonder what he was up to, aware that it couldn't possibly be anything good.
Dirt flew up as Sonic stopped, the figure in which he sought meeting emerald eyes, the sight alone stimulating slight anger, rivalry and a hardheadedness in himself that he disliked.
"Oi! Always a pleasure to see myself again. Well, it would be, if you weren't such an asshole." A hand rose to rest coolly on a lithe hip, an infamous smirk on his face, a trademark of sorts that was never soon forgotten.
It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that a thing that can break the sound barrier had been coming. Good thing, too. Boomer left with the rest of the Suppression Squad and it's very unlikely that any of them would be coming back. In the time that it took for one of his pointed green ears to swivel off in the general direction of the sound he was already there. If Sonic had came out swinging instead of running his mouth he would've gotten in a free hit given his delay time. Turning on a heel brought him face to face with ... himself. That other self of him. That grinning moron of a hedgehog who everyone seemed to love. Here we go. The kid gloves were coming off.
"Well, if it isn't my favorite ass to kick." He countered smoothly while making minor adjustments to his gloves. The green hedgehog was already approaching, slowly, if only to get off another insult before the inevitable. "You seem tense. Got dumped again, blue? That's a sign of a hedgehog who's stressed; a guy who can't get any no matter how much of a pussy he is." His fangs were clearly visible as he stressed that word. "I'm telling you, dude ... " Suddenly the kid gloves came off. About twenty feet away from his target he went from near zero to two hundred miles per hour, pulling his right hand back for a full speed slam to his other's self stomach. " ... girl's don't dig the nice guy act! "
Sonic's heart nearly leaped into his throat but the blue hedgehog wasn't as off guard as he appeared to be. With such a nonchalant attitude, it was easy to think otherwise. Inwardly, he bristled, nearly distracted by rising anger he intended to soothe with assurance that he was the better self, not Scourge. However, it appeared the two were meant to brawl faster than he had anticipated.
Fortunately, in that nanosecond right before Scourge's fist was to collide with his stomach, fast feet protected him from what would have been a direct hit. He narrowly avoided impact, jumping sideways in another hazy cloud of azure that forced several feet between them. The second his feet made contact, however, he was doing a roll forward, towards him. His body curled up, forcing him into the ground as a spindash was initiated.
The soil was ripped to pieces in the pathway of those razor sharp quills, overly tensed up as he aimed for the green hedgehog without immediate, intending mercy.
That shut Sonic up nicely, Scourge just wasn't expecting to miss him completely. It was a risky move to rush him. Missing meant either a slow recovery time or a face full of dirt at this angle. To spare him that indignity he instinctively rolled into an instinctive ball that couldn't quite be called a spindash. It was way too slow. With blue coming up behind him fast he didn't have an awful lot of time to think. One of his hands grabbed a chunk of the grass as he rolled by it to use as leverage for a last minute counter. His body unrolled an instant before that spiky ball slammed into him, back to the grass, and feet raised a few inches off the ground.
Sonic's shoes seemed to be outdated; only outfitted to deal with friction burns caused by running at high speeds. His new shoes (which were much more stylish, by the way) were much heavier, sturdier, and capable of taking a serious blow or two before coming apart at the seams. He hoped the soles of both of his shoes combined with his powerful leg muscles was enough to stop that spindash dead in its tracks. If not, well, he'd be having a real sore spot in the morning! The area in question throbbed a little just thinking about that terrible possibility. At least ... that's what he thought that was.
Sonic didn't quite expect this. He would have suspected the same maneuver countered back at him or a simple attempt at dodging and countering another means. One he would have hoped he would have been able to avoid after ending his attack.
It appeared he couldn't do that this time. In fact, he slammed into Scourge's defense, his shoes, which shook Sonic's body awfully hard. It launched him back the other way with a surprising jolt, forcing him to unwind from his position and slide across the ground, spines making their mark yet again against the dirt. He found himself in a vulnerable position, outstretched on his back, staring up at the darkened sky. He didn't have a moment to lose when it was Scourge on his tail.
He forced himself to recover immediately in attempt to spare himself from future pain. He started climbing to his feet, emerald eyes searching for the green hedgehog, expecting a foot or another fist coming at him right away.
He held himself at a defensive stance, not planning on another immediate attack just yet of his own. His back was killing him as well as the headache he just sustained after smacking against the ground so roughly. Likewise, the force of impact sent Scourge in the opposite direction but his position was much better then Sonic's so rocking backwards was enough to put him on his feet.
Scourge's feet found solid ground before the palms of his hands pushed him into a wary crouch right around the time his opponent hit the ground. Seeing that sight was enough to get a mocking chuckle out of him that he made sure the other could hear by raising his tone. He stretched his legs a little when he stood up at his full height to confirm that he's still good to fight. Yep. Not much damaged here.
The same couldn't be said for ol' green eyes over there. Taking a breather while sprawled out on his back in a familiar fashion. The position itself was enough to send a mild shiver down Scourge's spine as he approached again. He walked this time to close the distance, briskly, while he kept two light blue eyes focused on his better half straitening his body. That foreboding look in his eyes was well hidden behind those shades. " You done already, blue? " That razor sharp tooth grin couldn't be anymore confident at that moment. So bold that he came within punching (or kicking) distance of the blue hedgehog without a hint of aggression betraying his moves ... yet.
His hands were where the other hedgehog could see them, stretched out slightly on either side of his hips, as if to hint that he could grab him and shut him down at any possible second while he recovered. Was the other hedgehog going to take the hint and fold? A small part of him didn't want him to. The fighter in him wanted the challenge. A growing part of him, however, wanted to see the restless mobian settle, if only for a moment. The green Hedgehog wasn't even remotely sure why he wanted it but he knew that he did. Let's just say that something sparked his curiosity. " Take a breather, windbag. I wanna ask you something. " Then they could get back to fighting ... maybe.
Sonic stiffened, muscles tensing up throughout his slender frame (as if they weren't before) as Scourge neared all too close to his liking before he was capable of getting in a proper standing position first. His chest was heaving a little faster in a pant, heart still going fast on the adrenaline high he had yet to get off of.
Once situated, however, Sonic felt like he could relax a little more, feeling lucky that the green hedgehog decided it was time to run his mouth now. He never faltered when it came to an argument. Always ready and able to express his wit in order to make someone else feel stupid or frustrated.
"Oh?" Sonic looked incredulous, half expecting the fact that maybe he was simply trying to get his guard down.
With a sigh to regulate his breathing a little better, he crossed his arms over his peach fuzz chest, arching a brow ridge questioningly. "Could have said something before. Sort of ruining the mood now, ya know?" The sarcasm was evident while waiting with the impatience of a two year old. The toes of his foot already started tapping against the ground as he waited for an answer.
What he's trying to prove by attempting to have a civil conversation with the recovering hedgehog instead of taking advantage of the situation was anyone's guess. It wasn't like him not to take an opportunity when he saw one. Maybe he was. Not all opportunities involved doing something proactive like kicking someone around until they complied (it just ended that way most of the time). The blue hedgehog had every right to be on his guard.
Faster then he could run he was going to find the self proclaimed conquerer invading his personal space on more then one level. He hoped that the blue hedgehog didn't realize that he was being backed into a corner too early in his approach. If he actually took a step backwards in discomfort he might find his spines touching the nearby trunk of a tree that the green menace hoped to use to his advantage shortly. " I would've, but I was waiting for a good place to spring this question. " Out here. In the forest. Where none of his meddling friends could easily interfere. The forest was pretty winding for someone who couldn't run at their speeds.
Scourge was close now. So close he could pick up those soft breaths his other half took in to calm himself. Almost close enough to hear that erratic heartbeat of his. So similar to his own; like a frightened little hummingbird trapped in a cage. If he played his cards right he might invoke the same visual reaction out of the other hedgehog. How? First by making a very sudden move with his hands.
Scourge's left went for Sonic's right wrist, the dominate hand (hopefully) to keep him from throwing a decent punch when his own right hand went for its target; his hip. A firm grip that would ultimately be used to spin the wary hedgehog around so his front slammed into the trunk of that tree; the wrist and hand he grabbed now locked behind the small of the blue hedgehog's back to hold him against it. He wasn't sure he could hold Sonic, but it would all be worth it to ask his question. Leaning in close to the hedgehog's ear he whispered with a disturbingly odd tone. " If we, you know, did it do you think it would be just sex, incest, or masturbation? " Goddess help him if he wasn't a perverted speed freak.
Sonic felt particularly jumpy when he realized Scourge had been inching closer. He was determined to stay where he was, to not satisfy him with an inch of backing down. Unaware, in the meantime, he had been cornered with a conveniently placed tree behind him.
The seconds that fell between them before Scourge's new idea went into motion were all too intense for the blue hedgehog. His arms had fallen from his chest, foot ceased tapping...
He felt like it was a suspenseful game, an example of which could be considered of Russian Rullet. He didn't know when he was going to strike but bets were he was going to.
Ears perked forward in alarm when the other proved his suspicions; unfortunately acting a little too quick for him. He interpreted Scourge reaching out as a punch, meaning to block, which just got his wrist snagged much easier. His other hand automatically started to respond in an attempt to assault his attacker before he was whirled around and shoved against a hard wooden trunk. His cheek pressed against the bark as his body squirmed violently between him and his assailant, hips bucking, arms squirming.
Sonic's teeth clenched together, gritted and angry; he started to relax his jaw to say something though, something perhaps, particularly threatening. However, he was interrupted by another unpredictability on Scourge's behalf. His expression was priceless. Comical even.
His whole body froze and shuddered at the explicit imagery he put inside his head, making him hope the suggestiveness of his actions were only meant to tease and make him uncomfortable. Certainly, it didn't go any further than that.
In which case, he could play back.
"Considering we're opposites," Sonic recovered, "I do know I'd at least be better." Not that he wanted to test this theory.
Knowing how your opponent's body ticked made it all the easier for Scourge to think of a way to counteract it. He really took Sonic's constant reminder of their relationship to one another to heart. He worked so hard to distinguish himself as a hedgehog in his own right; changing his name, his appearance, and even the way that he fought so he wasn't just another faker. Scourge momentarily forgot his persistent hunger for food in favor of a different type of hunger. While Sonic seemed to be the type to have an endless supply of physical prowess he seemed more the type to have an endless libido. " Better at what? " If Sonic didn't feel uncomfortable enough with this situation or conversation before he would surely get a wake up call now. The gloved hand on his hip moved, thick fingers raking through his short blue fur with just enough pressure to leave an impression when he passed.
Moving from the blue that laid along the curve of his hip to his now vulnerable white underbelly, he persisted with his little conversation. " I'm always on top. If you're my opposite that means you're ... " He couldn't help but snicker. " ... always on the bottom. Explains a lot. "
Furry blue ears drew back in a nervous state at Scourge's persistence. He had hoped he wouldn't pursue the current subject at hand following after his witty retort. The fingers gliding over his hip had him swallowing hard, panic sending his heart into over drive as the hand grew dangerously close to a sensitive area in front of him. He couldn't believe how low he stooped, causing stomach muscles to tighten and tense.
Of course, what Scourge said didn't make him feel any better. And this time he wasn't so willing to say something that would lead to further investigation about their unlikely coupling.
"Sorry, bud." Sonic grunted, eyes narrowing (while trying to keep the shakiness out of his voice), "You're not my type." To further assure this indication, his free arm directed back at Scourge; his elbow hoping to hit something vital.
Scourge would further prove he's a liar to say he didn't enjoy seeing him like this. The term 'nervous wreck' was an understatement when describing the pinned hedgehog. It made him feel like he had truly won. That he'd proven himself to be the better between them. He pushed the limit of his temporary control between them while he had the chance. Sonic was capable of breaking free eventually, he knew, but he wanted to see how far he would go before the hedgehog cried fowl. The tension in his belly was well noted by a briefly retreating finger and thumb that plucked the tightened muscle cruelly for emphasis before resuming his own personal inspection.
He stooped quite low, but he seemed to touch everything but the deal sealer in his exploration. The defining line where his stomach and crotch met, the tops of his thighs, and the middle of one inner thigh with his lone index finger. It snaked ever closer to its target between his legs before a well placed elbow hit him right between his scars. That was a stunner; the area was still a little too sensitive for his liking. The hand that held his wrist was forced to let go to do damage control on his chest while the other ensured his balance.
Sonic was free, for the moment, but not free from his scathing words. " Argh - You sure about that? " He spoke while he regained his footing. " I mean ... I'm strait. I nailed every girl in my city and your city. If you're the opposite of me that means you're gay. " See? He figured that out all on his lonesome! No need for that stupid walrus to give him the details. " Why else would you be all buddy-buddy with Stripey? "
Sonic could breathe so much easier now that he could move again. He hated feeling trapped let alone in such an awkward and perverse predicament as that. A tactic he never would have suspected coming from the other. He took advantage of his release and jumped away from the tree (or any other obstacle that might get him pinned in during the near future); his beige muzzle growing a suspicious pink as Scourge intended to pursue this matter further. A nervousness grew inside of him at the fear that he wouldn't stop. He was used to fighting, heck sometimes he even enjoyed the thrill of it, and the adventure that came with it, but this was unknown territory he was stumbling upon. He's never fought under conditions such as these.
"Ridiculous." Sonic huffed, feeling out of place at the mention of Shadow; he just couldn't believe he was hearing this.
Determined to stop him from saying anything more, and hoping to get his mind back on track to a normal match that often erupted between them, he decided to keep him from talking by initiating another assault.
Sonic kicked off with his powerful legs, springing into the air and defying gravity by using it against its self, in a boost to launch himself at Scourge. He didn't just jump at him, once more his body wound into a tight ball, attempting a homing attack on his rival with impressive velocity.
Shadow was part of the reason he was cautious about going into the depths of New Mobotropolis. The city was Sonic's home turf. He was certain that all of Sonic's little hang-on friends would interfere in a supposedly one on one fight. It always seemed like he was the one being jumped! Not this time. This time he had the blue hedgehog all to himself! " Hmph. " All that he could get out before the other hedgehog sprung into action. Scourge thought he had an advantage in this clash, though, and wouldn't let the opportunity go to waist.
His own knees quickly bent, the same fingers that just caressed the attacking hedgehog's body tapping at the ground in calculated anticipation, before propelling himself forward in a powerful spinning leap. For a moment it looked like the two different colored spike balls were going to collide with each other, but it seemed like the green one's aim was a little off. Instead of crashing into him he sailed strait pass him on the left side. A clear miss, or what is? Either way the hedgehog likely had to recover unless he wanted his body to create a good sized hole in the ground.
Sonic spun on, certain to wreck havoc on whatever he touched, it was just too bad it wasn't Scourge. Of course, Scourge had the ability of matching him if he was fast enough. However, instead of this predictable maneuver, he decides to sail past him; a little confusing and hard for Sonic to comprehend. He supposed he was just dodging him until he saw a better opportunity to attack.
He landed a lot more gracefully this time around. He landed with a crouch, a hand pressed against the ground to help push and straighten him back up as he turned on his heels, looking back at where Scourge had landed near the same time as himself.
Ears twitched in irritability, ears laid down in a distinctly aggressive manner, rather than the sheepish one from before. Instead of allowing another break between them (considering how the last one ended up) Sonic decided to rush him. He kicked off his right foot and sent himself racing forward, his intent to drive his shoulder against Scourge's chest and tackle him.
In a battle this fast Scourge didn't have much time to formulate a plan or think ahead. Instead he had to take every blow the best he could while giving off a few of his own. Certain that two homing attacks would end in a dead heat he decided to try a sneakier attack instead. His body snapped around while uncurling from that ball to face his opponent. His boots came back to land on the bark at the top of the tree he was really aiming for all along. The pressure of his body combined with the sheer speed thrown behind it in his jump was enough to cause the organic material to bend slightly in his favor, just like he wanted, while aiming for his target again.
This time they would clash, but this time he was quite certain that there would be a winner between them. Once the tree reached its bending limit it snapped back into place to propel him towards his target with more speed than he could hope to build up faster on the dense forest floor in close quarters with his opponent. Sonic was rushing forward with his shoulder, he saw, so he had no choice but to go for it. That hand that had been surprisingly gentle seconds before balled into a fist thrown back wildly before being propelled forward. Sonic went for the chest. Scourge went for that thick skull of his. Sonic would likely knock the wind out of him if he somehow missed in this rapidly closing quarters, but he would likely knock the blue hedgehog unconscious if he connected. Whenever they collided, it never had a good ending. Sonic appeared to be running into foul luck in his heroic attempts to thwart potential evil, the ending of their head to head greetings resulting in something more painful for him. This time was no different.
To add on to that achy back and a previously hurting head was an even more powerful migraine. Although he did try to avoid it, realizing the other's move a little too late, his knuckles grazed his cheek bone, while his shoulder continued its collision with Scourge.
Like the green hedgehog predicted, the worse case scenario was dealt to Sonic; and he had even been slowed down, taking away from the powerful run that would have tempted to crush Scourge's chest.
Sonic collapsed, extremely dazed, and bordering on the line of unconsciousness.