Bad ending 5

Another moan, a turn of the head, exposing the neck, and a quiet, barely audible "Please," through parted lips became the last straw. What did he really have to lose? Sonic already hated him, it couldn't get worse anyway. Even if the blue hero woke up in the process, Shadow would still get the main thing - the answer to his tormenting question about what the object of his fantasies is in reality.

The black hedgehog sighed convulsively and, no longer hesitating, leaned forward to greedily wrap his lips around the flesh alluring him and lick off the drop at the tip.

It was sweet. As he had dreamed of.

In response to his actions, Sonic moaned loudly and, arching his back, jerked his hips towards the black hedgehog, going deeper into his mouth. And then he clutched the sofa, threw back his head and almost shouted “Shadow..!”

The black hedgehog almost came from this cry. For a moment he froze and looked up, but no, the blue hero was still asleep: his eyes were closed, and although he began to fidget uneasily again, there was no rejection or dislike in it. It turned out... it turned out that his dream was really about Shadow?

This unexpected revelation threw the black hedgehog into a fever. He swallowed and immediately received another impatient push, accompanied by a begging moan, which only added to his motivation. If Sonic was really dreaming about him, even if only in his sleep… gods, please, don’t let him wake up for as long as possible.

But Shadow didn’t have time to show what he was capable of: the blue hero needed only a few movements, a little more pressure and skillful tongue touches before he finished the black hedgehog in the mouth with a convulsive sob and went limp, breathing heavily.

Then he slowly lifted his eyelids and looked down.

Shadow looked back. Silently pulled away. Swallowed.

Sonic sucked in a convulsive breath and flared up to the tips of his ears.

"Sorry," was all the black hedgehog could say in his defense before running off to the bathroom.

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Sonic jerked himself up to a sitting position and clasped the hands around his head.

What the hell just happened? He was sleeping, and Shadow just came up and… gave him a blowjob? In the middle of the night? Just like this? Well, there was some kind of dream - a certain kind of dream, although Sonic did not remember the contents - but the whole situation still raised the question: "Why?!"

And in any case, it was-!

It was..!

It was…

…

…nice?

The hero put his hand over his mouth and glanced at the bathroom door. Shadow still hadn't come out. The noise of the water was also not audible, so there was no hint to understand what exactly the black hedgehog was doing there. Should he leave him alone? No, if he wanted to know the answer, he had to ask right now, before the situation became even more awkward from their silence.

So Sonic got up, went to the door, and gently knocked.

“Shadow?” he called and, not receiving an answer immediately, continued, “Can I come in?”

"Yes," came a dull voice from the other side.

The hero slowly opened the door and looked inside. “You okay?”

“No.”

The black hedgehog was sitting against the opposite wall, almost curled up into a ball and hiding his face. His ears were pressed tightly against the head, and judging by the trembling of his hands around his knees, there was definitely something wrong with him. What exactly, became clear as soon as Sonic came closer, sat down and touched his shoulder: Shadow flinched, looked up at him and immediately turned away, blazing with a blush on his cheeks.

"Sorry, I... it will pass soon," he muttered to the side and tried to pull his knees even closer to his chest.

It did not help him to hide his obvious arousal.

The blue hero sighed nervously, hesitating. He thought for a few seconds and then resolutely moved closer and unhooked the lock of the black hedgehog's hands, pushing his knees apart.

“Wait, what-?” Shadow began, but choked on the words, drowned in an involuntarily escaped moan, as soon as a peach palm confidently grabbed his member.

The black hedgehog arched and grabbed the hero by the shoulders, either in an attempt to push him away, or to pull him closer, but his treacherously weakened hands could only hold him in place, preventing him from sliding down. Sonic, biting his lip, rested his free hand against the wall, supporting them both, and with the second one slowly ran over the hot flesh, choosing the right grip and pace. Shadow didn't resist and at some point he began to move himself, helping, prompting, guiding, and as soon as the hero suddenly leaned to his lips and kissed him...

Shadow couldn't resist and, moaning into his mouth, finished, soiling peach fingers that didn't let go of their goal.

The black hedgehog threw back his head, leaning against the soothingly cold wall.

"Why?" he squeezed out after a while, as soon as he mastered his rapid breathing.

Sonic turned away in embarrassment and scratched his nose with a clean hand. "I wanted to do something nice to you."

"What the hell, faker?" the black hedgehog asked, still uncomprehendingly. "Yesterday I-"

“I thought the same thing,” interrupted the hero. "And, you know, it wasn't really that bad. I even liked it."

Shadow blinked several times in bewilderment. "I raped you, did you liked it?" he asked carefully.

“Of course, it sounds terrible,” the blue hedgehog agreed. "But it was you."

At this, the hero fell silent, as if that argument was enough on its own. For almost a minute, Shadow stared dumbfounded at him, without uttering a word, mentally putting together some kind of puzzle. Then he sighed in defeat and rested his forehead against the blue hedgehog's chest.

"You're unbearable…" he whispered. "But… Thank you. I... I was afraid that you would hate me."

In response, Sonic lightly put his arm around his shoulders and grinned, "I've tried. And then you sucked me off in my sleep."

With a short groan, Shadow hid his face burning with shame in his palms, and the blue hedgehog openly laughed.

"Let's go sleep."

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Bad ending, BAD ENDING! Number 5.

*Careful, the author has a flaming butthurt*

Seriously. Just seriously. There is no logic here. This is fluff sweet vanilla crap with no logic. These are not the right characters. This is not the right situation. This is not a story. And if someone is still hoping for such a quick and unreasonable solution to the problem - I have bad news for them. Adequate people do not behave like the heroes of sugary love stories. They worry, they’re anxious, they're not fucking sure. They don't know the author's intention, and how the other side will behave when the current situation very clearly hints: "You seriously screwed up."

And by the way the tags have "slowburn" in them. It’s here for a reason.

Back to angst and suffering now.