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Staring into his crimson eyes felt a lot like tempting fate. Shadow had been your companion, not to mention the silent guardian of your life for a while now. You knew that he wasn't one for affectionate gestures - or anything that resembled close contact for that matter.

But tonight was different; the quiet undercurrent of tension between you two seemed to vibrate in the air, and it was enough to make you throw caution aside.

You laughed softly at his nonchalance, stepping closer as you dared him outright. "What's wrong? Afraid of a little kiss?"

The corner of his mouth twisted upwards slightly, though it didn't exactly resemble amusement. More like curiosity mixed with mild annoyance at being provoked.

"No," he finally responded in that soft, suave voice of his, crossing his arms over his chest and looking down on you with this challenging gaze as if daring you back. "Are you?"

Fueled by adrenaline and the heat of the moment, something pushed past your hesitation and before you knew it, your hand lifted up, slowly cupping Shadow's cheek and lightly bringing him down to level with your face.

There was a fraction of a second where time seemed to freeze as both of you stared at each other; perhaps Shadow expecting you to pull away last minute or maybe believing this was some sort of jest, but that expectation faded away swiftly when your lips brushed against his.

Kissing Shadow tasted surprisingly soft and warm despite the stern exterior he always held up so well. A fleeting hint of coffee met by spearmint danced against your tongue providing an intimate glimpse into what could only be described as uniquely him.

Feeling bold, or perhaps reckless, you pulled him closer, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. The shock was evident in his widened eyes but he recovered quickly, adjusting with an aggressiveness that didn't surprise you at all. The sound of your contentment seemed to spur Shadow on, causing a low growl to rumble in the back of his throat. The hand at the small of your back pulls you even closer - if that's possible - tilting his head, mirroring you as he deepens the kiss himself. The cool leather of his gloves contrasted so nicely against the warmth radiating off him.

You feel something pointed graze against your lower lip; one of his sharp fangs, a constant reminder of who you're entangled with. Far from alarming, it sends an electrifying shiver down your spine, stirring a sense of excitement within you. Oh, Chaos.

Your heart hammers in your chest as the kiss grows heated. Shadow kisses like he does everything else; intense and firm but not uncaring.

When the soft pressure eventually eased and Shadow leaned back from the gesture, there remained a silent hum vibrating between both bodies. His eyes darted around as if conflicted, searching for answers before finally settling on yours.

It seemed neither of you had words after it ended and who could blame either? But despite how unusual this entire situation had quickly turned out – It still felt right; dare even natural somehow. 

"You're insatiable." You purr, uncaring of the weak lilt in your voice. You move your hands to grip at his shoulders, then to where his hands are holding your waist, cupping over them.

With a raised brow, Shadow barely masks his amusement. The demeanor he's sporting in response doesn't entirely mirror the brusque personality Shadow is typically known for. What's more is that a visible shudder coursed through him as your hands made contact with his own. You were fully aware it was a rare occurrence for anyone to engage so openly with him. Physical intimacy wasn't something he was used to, especially not of this kind. You smirk to yourself at the revelation, way too pleased with yourself.

His red eyes flickered down to where your smaller hands lay atop his gloved ones before they moved back up to meet yours again.

"That's rich, coming from you."

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You straddle Infinite's lap, the heat beneath you, in sync with your own rising want, hard and promising against your core. You can't help but gasp at every roll of your hips, the contact sending jolts of pleasure straight to your heated center.

"Fuck…" he snarls beneath you, claws gripping onto your waist as if to ground himself from the sensation. Yet his hold only encourages a more sinful grind from you.

Suddenly everything comes to a standstill when he abruptly stops your movements and reaches for his stark silver mask. The moment it's off—unveiling those feral features hidden beneath—the atmosphere inexplicably shifts into something much more raw and intimate.

His face now in full view is undoubtedly captivating and you don't think anyone can look away even if they wanted to, and neither do you have any intention whatsoever. Those fiery blue and golden eyes set every nerve-end within you aflame just by looking into them.

"Look at me," He orders, an unmistakably throaty growl caressing each syllable and oh boy does it sound like the filthiest promise ever whispered. A sharp chill runs down your spine.

Without sparing another thought, or rather not being capable of one, you obey and reach out, cupping that curved snout under your fingers before crashing onto those waiting lips eagerly.

Infinite tastes just the way he looks: dangerous yet mouthwateringly addictive. Sharp fangs barely graze your tongue, inadvertently driving whimpers out from deep within you.

He isn't gentle by any means, though. His jaws suddenly bite down on your bottom lip with just enough pressure to elicit a squeak of surprise and pain from you, and yet paradoxically fuels the fire in the pit of your stomach. His claws tighten against your waist, bringing you so close there isn't an inch of space left. You can feel his desperation seeping into you; see it in those wild, half-lidded eyes.

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You're crouched under the sheets on Sonic's rustic and worn couch, your head bobbing as you take him into your mouth. The roughness of the fabric is a sharp contrast to the velvety smoothness of his cock against your tongue and lips. Your mind races with a multitude of thoughts -- is this really happening? Are you actually giving Sonic the Hedgehog a blowjob? This kind of thing only happens in poorly written fanfiction. Yet, here you are…

Sonic's gloved hand reaches down, fingers brushing against your scalp. His other hand lifts up, motioning for silence as he hears the front door open.

"Yo Sonic! You home?"

That could only be one voice – Knuckles.

Immediately, panic settles in you. The heat rising to your cheeks isn't just from Sonic anymore; it's also from utter embarrassment should you get caught.

You peer up at him from under the covers, and Sonic, that smug asshole, merely winks at you, letting out an almost imperceptible chuckle before calling out:

"Yeah, Knux! In here!"

His hand suddenly forces itself onto your head, pushing down insistently as his shaft touches the back of your throat. The gesture takes you by surprise but you force yourself not to choke or make any noise that would give away what was going on under those sheets.

Knuckles walks into the room then a little ways behind Sonic asking about their last race or something… You can't really focus when all you can think about is how vulnerable and strangely turned on this situation makes you feel.

It’s bold (and incredibly stupid) but amidst it all – including Knuckles' oblivion, - an idea forms in your head - Revenge? Challenge? Or maybe just plain naughtiness?

Either way, while being held silently there with Sonic’s cock filling your mouth completely, you flicker out your tongue and gently lick along his length causing him to let out an involuntary noise.

"Everything okay, Sonic?" Knuckles asks suddenly, noticing the sound. Your heart is hammering in your chest but you can't help the small smirk that sneaks its way on your face. Oh, bless his heart.

"Oh, it's nothing! Just a… uh, chili dog going down the wrong way," Sonic replies hurriedly, his voice not quite as steady as usual. Despite being extremely distracting, your teasing is doing its job perfectly.

You can't see his face but you assume knuckles is giving him one of his signature blank stares before he continues on about some sort of island trouble he'd been dealing with.

God, he's terrible at lying. You roll your eyes and continue torturing him just because you can.

Your tongue goes back to work on his cock, swirling around the head before painting long stripes up and down his length. The hand on your head locks in place, fingers tightening ever so slightly as Sonic tries maintaining a conversation with Knuckles, trying to keep his cool with each lick - each tease. He counters with an occasional brush of his thumb against your scalp – a silent 'please stop' – but it only encourages you further.

"Mmhm," is all Sonic manages when Knuckles asks something about something. Hesitation mixed with arousal makes for an interesting tone that has never graced Sonic's voice, one that is not lost on you.

After a while you hear footsteps walking away, leaving the two of you alone once more as relief washes over you like a cold shower needed; especially by Sonic who seems almost too relieved, letting out a deep groan before whispering harshly, "You're such a brat."

From anyone else it would've been an insult but from him? It felt like nothing less than high praise which causes you to grin against him before picking up where you left off.

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The sunlight dances across the Master Emerald, casting an ethereal glow over the altar where Knuckles stands guard. You can see his silhouette against the radiant green gemstone; his knuckled fists clenched at his sides in his usual pose of determination and readiness. 

You approach him with a sly smile playing on your lips. You've always noticed how serious and dedicated he is to his duty — it was due time to shake things up.

"Gotta say," you begin nonchalantly, allowing your voice to slur into sarcasm just enough for him to catch it instantly, "You're doing one hell of a job here... guarding." You sneak a cursory glance towards the enormous emerald for good measure.

His eyes narrow slightly, though he doesn't move from his position. Knuckles crosses his arms over his chest with an unamused frown, "What do you want?"

"Can't I just come and chat?" You ask innocently enough. Chaos, his unwavering focus is as endearing as it is frustrating.

He rolls his eyes but you notice how one corner of his mouth ticks upward ever so subtly.

"I mean," you suddenly invade his personal space, making him take a step back in surprise. "'Guarding' seems pretty boring."

"It's not guarding; It’s protecting. And it isn't ‘boring’ when people keep trying to distract me." He retorts swiftly but there's no real venom behind those words, only mild annoyance… and something else -  curiosity maybe?

"Oh really? So am I being… distracting?" You tilt your head to look up at him through fluttered lashes while leaning closer into him.

His gaze flickers down to your lips for a brief moment before returning to your eyes. His normally stoic demeanor seems to falter slightly, his cheeks tinted the slightest shade of rose.

"I… well... you're…" He stammers, looking like he's grappling for words.

"You're blushing," you tease him, poking at his forehead playfully.

He quickly swats away your hand with more force than necessary, clearly flustered now. "Am not!"

Feeling emboldened by his reactions, you decide to push a bit further. Stepping closer until there’s hardly any space left between both of you and your breath fans over his face, you raise an eyebrow tauntingly. ”Are too.”

"I'm just…" he maneuvers himself out of your reach awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck in apparent embarrassment and huffing out a breath. "I'm just hot…"

A mischievous smile spreads across your face. "Hot, huh? Is it the weather or you just can't handle my presence?"

Knuckles just huffs a little louder this time, his gaze briefly flitting back to the Master Emerald before returning to you. "Look," he says with a slightly strained voice. "If you're here to flirt or something… I'm not… I'm not good at that kind of thing."

"You don't say," you smirk knowingly, enjoying the adorable shade of red creeping up his cheeks further. You can't help but laugh at his flustered state. You pat Knuckles on the chest lightly, "I'll let you off the hook this time, Knucks."

He looks slightly relieved, yet somewhat disappointed. Guess your charms do work on him. His gaze softens, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he nods. "That's… uh… thankfu–" But whatever he was about to say gets interrupted by a lively chime emitting from the Master Emerald.

His head snaps towards it with an alert expression, and then back to you with an accusing glare, "Did you just touch the Master Emerald!?"

Barely holding in your laughter, straightening up and smirking victoriously, you reply coolly, "Maybe I did." You see him grumble something under his breath as he high-tails it to check on his precious gemstone while you saunter away casually.

"Oh, and Knuckles?"

He pauses at that and turns around looking bemused.

"You're cute when you're flustered."

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You walk briskly through the dimly lit corridors of the Egg Fleet flagship, your footsteps echoing in the empty halls. Anxiety coils up and around your bones as you mentally prepare to deliver the bad news - that you were unable to retrieve any of the Chaos Emeralds from Sonic and his extremely meddlesome friends.

Failure does not sit well with your master, Neo. You know that much. His perfectionism allows no room for mistakes, no matter how inevitable they might seem when up against someone like Sonic. You shudder to imagine the cold glare of those crimson optics boring into your frame when you have to admit that you have nothing to show for this latest sortie.

As you approach the doors to Neo's chamber, heart practically in your ass, the two Badnik guards standing sentry glance your way. Their blank, soulless eyes seem to mock you, as if they know you are about to face reprimand. You straighten yourself despite that reflected dread sinking its claws into your core. Whatever punishment Master Neo decides, you will accept it without complaint, you decide. It is no less than you deserve for coming back empty-handed.

The doors hiss open and you step inside, eyes immediately drawn to the figure on the distant throne. Neo sits with an imposing, regal air, clawed fingers resting on the armrests, head tilted in an expectant pose. Slowly, silently, you cross the long chamber, unable to tear your gaze away from those burning coals that pass for eyes. What thoughts churn behind that metal face, you cannot guess.

You stop before the throne and drop to one knee in deference, "Master Neo, I return from my mission in failure. Sonic's power exceeds my own. I was unable to retrieve any of the Chaos Emeralds."

The words taste like a bitter oil on your tongue. You clench your fists, awaiting the inevitable. Several moments pass in tense silence before Neo finally shifts in his seat.

"I expected more, even from one such as you," he says, voice colder than the deepest parts of space. Your stomach tightens impossibly. "And what do you think should be done with those who fail me so completely?"

"I…" You start, voice hitching, "I deserve to be punished, Master Neo. I throw myself on your mercy."

You bow your head, unable to meet that ruthless gaze any longer. What kind of fate awaits you now? Exile? Maybe some form of torture? Neo has been known to sometimes show creativity in his discipline.

You kneel there still, trembling, as the seconds tick by. The silence weighs heavily, broken only by the low hum of Neo's systems. This pause is highly irregular. Master Neo has always delivered discipline swiftly and decisively. Why does he hesitate now?

A shift of metal signals Neo rising from his throne. Slow, deliberate footsteps echo through the chamber as he approaches you. Still you keep your head low, not daring to look up. His very presence seems charged with power - both promise and threat.

"I have considered more carefully what to do with you," Neo finally says. A taloned hand grasps your chin and lifts your head. You find yourself eye-to-eye; locked with those dangerous red pupils. The intensity of that gaze spears through your core. You feel laid bare before his assessment.

"Perhaps I have been too harsh in the past with those who fail me. Reprogramming and dismantling serve little purpose. But disregarding failure entirely would be similarly useless."

His optics flare. "No. A different method is required to impress upon you the price of failure. One more… intimate in nature. Come."

Releasing you, he turns and strides back to his throne. Bewildered, you rise and follow him. What sort of “intimate” punishment could he possibly have in mind? Again, you have never known Master Neo to be anything less than utterly detached.

"Bend over my lap," Neo Metal Sonic commands, resuming his seat.

You stare blankly, unable to process the order. "…Master?"

His optics narrow. "Must I repeat myself?"

Shuddering, you approach the throne and carefully drape yourself over his legs. Your face burns with humiliation - this feels utterly demeaning. Yet a traitorous warmth thrums inside you. To be touched by Master Neo himself in any capacity…

A loud crack splits the air. Pain explodes across your backside as Neo's hand comes down hard. Stunned, it takes a moment to comprehend what is happening.

He's spanking you. Spanking you like an errant child. And it fucking hurts.

Your gasp comes out strangled, shocked by the sudden pain. The strike of cold metal against your vulnerable flesh reverberates hot and hard through your nerves, building to a constant buzz.

"Count them," Neo commands in an icy tone, claws digging into the small of your back, holding you firmly in place across his lap.

You wet your lips, struggling to find your voice. "O-One…"

Another loud crack splits the air as his hand collides with your backside again, the unforgiving metal of his palm sending pain radiating outward. You cry out, squirming reflexively although pinned helplessly against him. The unwanted heat coiling in your belly is an entirely unforgiving contrast to the pained breaths you're sucking in through grit teeth.

"T-Two…" Your voice hitches again as you force out the number. The third strike draws a choked gasp from you as fresh pain blossoms. Your fingers dig into the armrest of his throne, grounding yourself through the dizzying rush of sensations. The flare between your legs intensifies, your skin equally as flushed with sweat and heat. 

"Three," tumbles from your lips in a breathless moan. You squeeze your eyes shut and brace yourself for the next impact, hyperaware of Neo's claws still pressed against your vulnerable back. Just what will he do when he realizes how horribly your body is betraying you?

The metal claws dig deeper into your flesh as Neo draws back, the brief pause before impact almost unbearable as you tense in anticipation, aching and ashamed. The next strike falls even harder, wrenching a strangled cry from your throat as tears spring unbidden to your eyes.

"F-Four," you whimper, choking back a sob. Your thighs clench helplessly together in a vain attempt to relieve the pulsing heat between them. There is no doubt he can sense the damning arousal now - you imagine those crimson optics boring into you, coldly analyzing every hitched breath, trembling muscle.

Mercifully, for whatever reason, he gives you a moment's respite to catch your ragged breath before the fifth blow crashes down. Your whole body jolts, a ragged scream tearing from you. The pain blurs together with pleasure, heat coiling at your core. You slump limply over his lap, spent and shivering.

"Five," drips from your tongue, hoping it's your last.  You dare not move as you await his judgment, praying he shows you even an ounce of mercy or understanding for your body's unwanted response.

His assault continues methodically, however. You lose count, mind reeling. The once-sharp strikes blend into a continuous throbbing ache. Your nerves alight with overwhelmed, conflicting signals you try desperately to ignore.

Through it all Neo Metal Sonic remains composed, neither slowing nor speeding his relentless pace. But after several minutes, his hand finally stills, resting lightly on your inflamed skin.

The seconds trickle by as you lie limply across his lap, ashamed beyond words yet still disturbingly excited despite the punishment intended to correct you. Or perhaps because of it. You dare not raise your head, unwilling to meet the judgment in those piercing eyes.

Abruptly the claws tangled in your hair yank upward, forcing you to meet that crimson gaze yet again. Your Master's face betrays no hint of emotion, yet you feel utterly exposed before that analytical stare.

"Interesting," he muses after a long moment. "It seems additional disciplinary measures will be required in the future."

One hand releases its grip, trailing downward to brush the heated, sensitized skin of your thighs. You flinch at the too-gentle touch, fresh humiliation surging through you. He pauses, optics flickering briefly, and you realize with dawning horror that he has scanned and processed every damning biological response. One of his claws suddenly dips lower, finding their way under the band of your short-cut pants to prod at your slit, collecting some of the leaking arousal there, and you whimper, only able to gaze back at him pleadingly.

"But perhaps such intimate correction also has… other applications," Neo continues, a considering note entering that normally toneless voice. "I will have to investigate this further. For now…"

He lifts you from his lap with easy strength, setting you on trembling legs before the throne.

"Go clean yourself up. Then report back to me at 1900 hours exactly. It seems we have much to discuss, you and I."