After several attempts, in defiance of disobedient muscles, Sonic managed to roll over onto his back.

The black hedgehog was still at the door, doing some kind of manipulation with a panel that mirrored the position of its outer version. Sonic watched him warily, gagging his teeth. He didn't have the strength to sit down, much less - to stand up, and all he could do was to raise himself a little, leaning on his elbows, as far as the handcuffs allowed. He tried to pull his legs closer, ready to fight back in case of a threat. A faint semblance of protection, but he wanted to have at least some kind of it.

The futility of his attempt became clear as soon as the second hedgehog, having finished with the panel, came closer: he casually pushed the hero's knees to the side, easily coping with one hand, and sat down next to him on the bed. The forces were too unequal, and Sonic froze, almost not breathing, feeling his heart pounding desperately.

For several long moments the dark hedgehog just looked at him from under half-closed eyelids, in complete silence, as if wondering what to do with him next. Then he raised his right hand and with a sharp movement of his wrist, which made Sonic involuntarily flinch, threw the green crystal of the medallion into his palm. A couple of thumb touches on the flat surface of the medallion - and the gag in the hero's mouth snapped and weakened, immediately slipping down and hanging around his neck. Sonic licked his dry lips and swallowed nervously, not taking his eyes off the grim face in front of him.

A second passed in tense silence before the black hedgehog finally spoke. “Do you have even the slightest idea what kind of shit you are in, faker?”

Faker. Sonic never thought that he would be so happy to hear this hated nickname. He exhaled, feeling the tension release him, and broke into his trademark smile. “Glad to see you too, Shads.”

He expected Shadow to familiarly roll his eyes and give off some taunt in response, annoyed by this shortened version of his name. But instead he continued to drill the hero with a heavy look, without saying anything. Sonic shivered.

“Okay, what's going on?” he asked, hoping to defuse the atmosphere. ”Apart from the obvious fact that I’m a prisoner, the invaders suddenly turned out to be hedgehogs and some pervert harassed me.”

Sonic tried to pronounce the last part as lightly as possible, although inside he was still trembling with horror, imagining what would have happened if Shadow had not appeared on time. Or did not appear at all.

“And by the way, what are you doing here?” he added at the end the obvious question.

“Working,” came the short answer. 

Sonic raised an eyebrow skeptically, feeling annoyance building from within from this composed tone. “Seriously?” he asked mockingly. “I'm afraid I missed an open vacancy for the position of planet invader. But no surprise they liked your resume.”

“Stop acting like a fool, hedgehog,” snubbed him Shadow. “You know perfectly well that I'm here undercover.”

“No, I don’t,” irritation began to turn into anger, and Sonic, raising himself on his still shackled hands, continued, “For four months now I’ve been trying to get rid of these damn machines that are turning Mobius into ruins. And you know, it would be nice if you could help with this, instead of chilling out on the enemy base!”

He almost shouted the last accusation, but Shadow, still calmly, leaned back and folded his arms over his chest. “You wouldn't have succeeded anyway. Don't be fooled by their appearance - they are indeed aliens, and quite technically advanced. Here they are only for the emeralds and they don’t give a shit how many "primitives,"' the corner of his lips twitched slightly in irritation at this word, “will have to be killed. They found the first emerald almost immediately, and you would never have recaptured it. With three lost ones the chances became even less. And today you, like the total idiot, presented them another one.”

“I didn’t-!” the hero jerked indignantly, trying to argue, but from the sudden movement the head was shot through with pain especially hard, and Sonic, with a groan, fell on his side and curled into a ball. “Chaos…” was the only word he could squeeze out.

Shadow sighed in displeasure. Then he touched the medallion again, freeing the shackled hands of the blue hedgehog. Sonic immediately grabbed his head, hoping to get rid of the painful sensation piercing his temples.

“But the emerald is the lesser of your problems now,” Shadow leaned closer and grabbed the hero by the wrists. “What do you think they do on this ship,” he spread the blue hedgehog's hands to the sides, forcing him to look at himself, “with prisoners like you?”

“Like me?” Sonic asked nervously and involuntarily blushed as the black hedgehog hung over him in an ambiguous pose.

Shadow left an ominous silence in response. And then he raised the hands of the blue hero above his head and magnetized the bracelets to the bed posts.

Sonic was stunned. "What are you doing?" he asked suspiciously, hoping to hear some other answer than the one that came to his head first.

“Exactly what I meant when I took you from Jerald,” Shadow said flatly, confirming his fears.

"What?!" Sonic exclaimed, not believing his ears. "Wait, hold on, you're not really going to-?" he began frequently and jerked his hands, trying to free himself.

Shadow moved almost close to his face and jabbed a finger in the beige chest, which made Sonic stiffened.

"Let's clarify something," the black hedgehog said, still without a hint of emotion. "You got into the current situation by your own stupidity. I didn't have to save you, but, to your luck, I was at the right time, in the right place, and most importantly - with the authority to take any prisoner I like," he moved away, sat up straight and began to pull off his gloves. “Otherwise, you would have found yourself on the spiked cock of one of the most notorious sadists on this ship. And believe me - you don't want to feel those spikes in your ass."

Sonic just silently opened and closed his mouth, feeling his whole face burning red. “You're insane,” he finally said.

Shadow shrugged indifferently. "No more than you, having decided to compete with an unknown ship alone. Accept the consequences. You never know what your opponent will do."

He pulled off his shoes along with socks, carefully placed them by the bed and thrust his hand into the quills in search of some object, completely ignoring the blue hero's horror-filled gaze.

"Shad, you're kidding, right?" a nervous chuckle escaped the blue hedgehog's lips as Shadow pulled out an opaque tube with suspiciously obvious content. "You said yourself that this is just a cover…"

Sonic hated himself for the tremor in his voice. And also - for the strange feeling that settled in his chest when Shadow clicked the lid and squeezed a generous portion of the substance from the tube onto his palm. Was this feeling of fear? Or something... different? He couldn't understand. And only followed with his gaze, mesmerized by the unreality of the picture in front of him, as his black and red rival, sitting naked on the bed next to him, smeared lubricant on his dark fingers.

This was definitely not how Sonic imagined the outcome of his insane plan. 

"That's right - a cover. You are not aware,"  thoughtfully, as if thinking about something else, said the black hedgehog and spread his fingers apart, watching how a transparent sticky thread glistened between them, "but there is constant surveillance on everyone. The ship is literally stuffed with bugs and cameras from floor to ceiling. I was able to turn them off only in this room and only for a few minutes…"  Shadow glanced sideways at the panel at the entrance, "Which, by the way, are about to run out."

He abruptly turned to Sonic and climbed onto the bed completely, moving closer. “You need to understand a simple fact: if I'm uncovered because of you, they will kill us both. And then no one, you hear me, no one will save Mobius from their invasion," he loomed over the blue hero, who shrunk from his approach, and continued, speaking to his face literally nose to nose, "So, shut up, stay still and, for Chaos sake, don't you dare," he paused, highlighting the last words, "call me Shadow."

The black hedgehog spread Sonic's knees to the sides with a clean hand, climbing between them, and the numbness that bound the blue hero finally flew off him.

"No!" he shouted, trying to bring his legs together. "Wait! I don't..!"

But his protests were cut short when Shadow covered his mouth with his hand. At the same instant, the panel on the wall tinkled, and the black hedgehog slightly twitched his ear in its direction.

“It's too late to buck, Blue,” he said with a grin. "You had to think before sneaking onto the "Amateria". Although I'm not sure that such savages can think at all."

He broke into a predatory smile, and then it dawned on Sonic that the cameras were working again. Which meant - in front of him was again "Richard". The switch was so sudden that the blue hedgehog froze for a second, watching the smirk that appeared on Shadow's face. His tone of voice also changed to a more insolent, full of sarcasm and mockery, and only in his eyes was the same grim determination.

And Sonic still refused to believe what was happening.

“But someone helped you get through the shield,” Shadow continued in the meantime. "We will discuss it later. As for now…"

A sticky sensation touched the entrance, a finger immediately slipped inside, and Sonic cried out in surprise. Widening his eyes, he looked at Shadow in disbelief and kicked him automatically, defending himself, to which the black hedgehog immediately grabbed his leg, thus releasing his mouth.

"You bastard!" squeezed out the hero, literally suffocating from anger and embarrassment at the same time.

“I said I don’t like resistance,” Shadow painfully squeezed his leg in the grip of his fingers. “Don't make me cripple you."

Sonic panicked. A little more and the dark hedgehog will indeed break his leg. He froze, not sure what to do, but while he was thinking, a second finger penetrated inside, snatching a sharp breath from him. Sonic threw back his head and closed his eyes, gritting his teeth. 

This was madness.

This day was sheer madness.

As if the universe itself decided to play a cruel joke with him, putting him in impossible situations one by one. First it was the hope of saving the planet, then the sudden captivity, after it - the attempted rape, and now ...this.

Whoever decided his fate today, clearly had a sick, perverted taste.

The black hedgehog spread his fingers to the sides and began to slowly stretch him. He acted unexpectedly neatly, but the blue hero's mind, already confused by insomnia, refused to comprehend it. Most of all, it was worried about the treacherous reaction of the body: weakened by the poison, it decided to follow the primitive instincts, as if saying "You have lost. Stop resistance and just let the inevitable happen. Then the enemy, satisfied with your humiliation, will let you go." Sonic didn't want to give up so easily, but willpower alone was clearly not enough: in spite of everything, from each new movement his breathing only quickened, and as if a spring was twisting inside him. He tried as hard as he could to resist this sensation, but everything was too unusual, too strange.

Too good.

No! What was he even thinking about? And why were his cheeks and ears so hot, and the blood rushed to the groin, despite all his efforts to prevent this?

He didn't want it...

...right?

But the third finger interrupted this thought. Sonic internally cried from the sensations that shot through him, sending a new wave of heat throughout his body, and involuntarily flinched, feeling a drop of moisture slip from the tip of his erected flesh and fell on his belly.

Chaos, what was going on?

“Looks like you're having fun,” the black hedgehog smirked, noticing his reaction, to which Sonic indignantly jerked his leg still clamped in his hand.

“Once I can move again, I'm gonna kill you,” he growled through clenched teeth, trying to sound threatening enough for his condition and not think that Shadow had an excellent view of this very condition.

“Big words for someone in your position,” Shadow smirked again. And then he suddenly bent his finger and accurately found the right spot inside, walking over it with the pads.

Sonic opened his eyes in surprise and, unable to restrain himself, moaned loudly with pleasure. But almost immediately he bit his lip, burning red up to his ears. He didn't expect such a reaction from himself at all.

Neither, apparently, Shadow. Sonic heard a short sigh, the fingers suddenly left his body, the black hedgehog moved closer...

And for the second time in the past hour, the blue hero was covered with a wave of suffocating panic.

No...

No!

Please no!

Not again!

“Stop! Don’t-!” he cried desperately, trying to crawl away from the burning sensation that appeared under his tail. ”Please! Please, Sha-!”

“Silence,” the black hedgehog interrupted him roughly, putting his hand over his mouth again.

     1. Sonic froze, waiting for penetration.
>> 2. And at the same time moved his hips, penetrating inside.

Everything turned upside down. All his pride, principles, ideals, faith - everything faded into oblivion. Sonic screamed in a strangled voice, and tears, which he couldn’t stop, began to flow from his eyes. 

He was in a panic, he was in denial. And he tried not to think about it.

That Shadow was inside him.

And that he moved - slowly, measuredly, going deeper, stretching him even wider, fitting to his size. 

It was too much. He was too much and Sonic felt all of it with every inch of his agonizing insides.

Tears run uncontrollably down his cheeks. They cloud his eyes, but Sonic still dared to look at the face in front of him. Some strange thought, which he couldn’t fully comprehend, but which, as the only saving anchor keeping him on the brink of despair, made him do it.

He needed it, he needed to know…

But Shadow's eyes were closed, his face was down, and only tensely drawn eyebrows expressed at least some emotion. Contrary to his expectations, the black hedgehog was focused and collected, and if not for the situation which he found himself in, Sonic would have laughed at this serious face without a single hint of any feeling.

Nothing. There was nothing.

But instead he cried. For real now. From shame, from humiliation, from his defenseless position, from not being able to fight back at least a little in his current weak state. But not from pain, no. He was stretched to the very limit - but with accuracy, even gently and it was unbearable and he didn’t know why. There should be, must be pain, but there was none and instead he felt something else much higher - deeper inside his chest, beyond all the logical limits of his body.

Sonic could easily explain to himself the physical pain. But not the one that was tearing his heart apart.

Entering fully, Shadow let go of his mouth. Grabbing the blue hedgehog with both hands by the hips, he straightened up, holding him in weight, and began to move. Sonic felt how he was sliding inside, and tried to relax to not shrink around, when Shadow with each thrust pressed on the right spot, driving the hero's mind into even greater confusion. 

He couldn’t understand what was happening with his thoughts - they were so contradictory that he seemed to be torn in half. Everything was wrong, everything wasn’t right. But how was this “right” supposed to be then? What did he really want? Run away, be as far away from here as possible, or... Or... what? Why did his body behave as if it had dreamed about this for a long time, so long, that it could break loose at any second, not paying attention to neither the situation nor his inner struggle. Nothing, but to the dark hands holding him, this familiar, subtle aroma of coffee and cinnamon, warmth and heat enveloping him inside and out. He didn't want to hear anything, but his ears caught every breath, every change in rhythm, every suppressed moan. His own? The other’s? Why should he care? Why did it matter?

But at some point he gave up. He detached himself from reality, from his thoughts and feelings, from everything. It was easier. It was easier this way to accept what was happening. Not thinking, not analyzing, just... being. He couldn't change anything after all, so let everything happen by itself. If only... if only he could not let his insane body do whatever it wants. Could save some trace of pride. At least he could do that, right?

But he almost lost to his own self-control when the other's hand closed on his desperately throbbing arousal. Sonic bit his lip until it bleeded, holding back a moan that broke out. No. No!

“Don’t... Please,” he whispered almost silently through tears, not hoping to be heard.

But the hand disappeared, and he experienced a short burst of relief, almost gratitude. And this was also wrong, and he again pushed all the feelings into the depths, not allowing them to take over. Emptiness, he needed emptiness, blissful Nothing, in which he could drown headlong and take all sensations with him.

After a few more movements, burning heat spread inside. But he hardly felt it. Only noted as a fact that everything was finally over. He was devastated - both physically and mentally - and didn't want to open his eyes. Never again.

One bracelet came loose from the bedpost, allowing him to roll onto his side. Sonic shrank into a defensive position, hiding his face in his knees, wrapping his free hand around them. He didn’t have the strength for more.

The mattress unfolded, now crumpling only under his weight, and he heard muffled footsteps disappearing behind the bathroom door.

He didn't want to do anything: neither scream, nor cry, nor even breathe. Just lie this way, motionless, without a single thought in his head, in the hope that consciousness will finally take pity on him and leave him. It didn't matter if it would be a sleep or death. 

Nothing mattered anymore.