I've met my share of Sonics. All of them have proven themselves to be, at some point, the most annoying people I have ever met. The first one was loud and obnoxious, the second one couldn't understand the word privacy and the third had no sense of preservation despite him being a traveler.
	But all of them have also had a little thing that has always made it a little more challenging, and a little more interesting.
	The most interesting one to date, though, is this Sonic.
	"A resort? I thought we were moving out of the city."
	The Sonic who was my neighbor for a year before getting married to Amy Rose while cheating on the poor girl with me.
	And despite the pride I feel that he left her after two years, I still wonder why he chose me over her.
	"I thought you'd like a vacation."
	Perhaps it's because I haven't imposed myself. Because there's no way he can love me that much.
	Or maybe he does. Because that smile can't be due to anything else, can it?
	"Thanks."
	No, it can't, not with the way he's nuzzling against me.
	"How long are we staying here?"
	It's nice to be able to smile.
	"All depends on how long they take in arranging the new apartment."
	And nice to feel him relax in my arms.
	"So, what do you want to do?"
	But not as nice as what I've planned.
	Remember what I said about them all having a little something that makes it all the more interesting?
	The first one resisted any sort of assault I threw his way, the second one taunted me in the most horrible ways possible, and the third one - I still have no idea how he managed it - had a way with words even when his brain was jumbled up during lovemaking.
	But this one.... This one has none of that.
	This one has developed a habit in the past two years we've been together out of fear. Fear of getting caught red-handed and forced to leave everything behind.
	"Shadow?"
	And it's a habit I intend to break.
	"Actually, there is one thing," I say before swiftly turning him around, and making us land on the bed. I know he won't like me for this.
	"How about we see how loud you can scream?"
	If that look doesn't indicate that, I don't know what does.
	"Tell me you're joking."
	And if he doesn't get it with my hand slipping under his shirt, then I'm doing a very shoddy job.
	"I'm not."
	He jerks and squirms, trying to fend off my hand.
	"Shadow, no. You can't..."
	I can. And I will. Certainly when you gasp and bite your lip to hold your moans in.
	You like this more than you say, don't you?
	"You were saying?"
	I can't help myself. I slip my other hand in and lay them on his sides as he shivers delightfully.
	I am so glad Gerald made me the way he did.
	"Shadow, stop."
	I don't want to. Not when he's actually leaning into my hands and practically melting in front of me.
	He's not submissive. Not in a thousand years. That's why it's so gratifying to have him comply as I sit him on my legs, facing the window.
	Time to see how long it takes before I get a moan.
	"There's no one here, you know. No one but you and me," I whisper as I lick his neck, and I feel him shiver against me.
	Was that a whimper?
	"Shadow..."
	I wish I could see his face. I wish I could see way those cheeks are flushing as his breathing slowly spins out of his control.
	But the view I get from the window is good enough.
	And the gasp he gives as I graze one of his nipples sounds wonderful.
	"Amy is nowhere near, Sonic. And everyone around us don't even know who we are. Don't you just want to give in?"
	His hands are clenching. He's biting his bottom lip once more. He's trying so hard to keep silent.
	I want to hear him, though.
	Time to raise that shirt. And turn up the volume.
	Luckily, there's a mirror in here.
	"Sonic," I say softly as I turn to the mirror on the vanity, bringing him along with me. If he were anywhere near a normal state of mind, he'd punch me right now.
	Thank Chaos he's not.
	"Sonic, open your eyes."
	He swallows, and does so.
	Only to nearly melt in my arms as one of my hands slides up his chest.
	I love the heat he's radiating.
	"Like what you see?" the whisper slips out as I watch him looking at that mirror. His eyes are half-lidded. His shirt his bunched against his neck, revealing his stomach. And there's a slight bump in his pants.
	His intoxicating smell is rising throughout the room, too.
	"You're not being fair."
	Fair? I've been fair for the past two years. I'm allowed a deviation.
	Such as licking your chest and pinching your nipple instead of answering.
	"Ah! Mmmm."
	We're edging closer. And my sanity is slowly giving in.
	Why does he have to look, smell and taste so good?
	"Let's get rid of that shirt, Shall we?"
	I'm not whispering anymore. I'm breathing down his neck as my hand reaches behind, goes through the forest of quills, and traces his back.
	I might still have my gloves on, but he still lifts himself long enough for me to settle him on one leg.
	I can feel the heat radiating through his pants. It's unbearable.
	"What do you say?"
	He doesn't even fight. Just takes it off without a word, before looking at me through the mirror. There's still some reluctance in his eyes, an unwilling part that tells me he won't scream no matter what.
	"How long do you intend on resisting?" I say before plunging into his neck, and hearing a gasp that has my ears twitching. I'm still waiting on that moan. That utterly delicious moan that will possibly send my sanity out the window along with every of my cares.
	I want it. I want it so badly it hurts.
	"If you'd play fair, you'd get it."
	Bullshit. If I did play fair, you'd go as silent as a mouse.
	"I don't want to," I say, managing to pull away. Time to bring out the big guns.
	"Ah! No! Shadow!"
	Namely, my hands. Without the gloves.
	I still have to figure out why my gloveless hands are such a turn on for him. Might be the nails.
	And the way they graze his sides without cease.
	"Shadow, no! You can't... Ah!"
	If you weren't so turned on, Sonic, I might believe you.
	But, right now, your back is obeying too well to my slight jabs and pokes. Too well to my slow scratches on your side. You're not even moving away. Instead, you're leaning in, silently demanding more.
	Hell, even your neck is pressing against my lips as I lick it, which expands your chest so I have more to reach. You're a liar, Sonic. And a bad one, at that.
	Maybe if I nibble a little...
	"Mmmm..."
	While playing with a nipple...
	"Ah..."
	And his lower stomach.
	"Oh!"
	There we go.
	"Not that hard, was it?"
	I love the way he's panting right now.
	"You're a jerk."
	"You could have made this simpler if you would have given in immediately," I answer before pushing him into the bed and lying on top of him. I'm not done. I am far from done.
	"As if. You would have dragged this on for ages."
	Maybe. But that's not what's important, right now. Certainly when I'm fully intending on burrying my face his neck just to hear more.
	"If you think..."
	Try stopping me. Try stopping me from licking your neck when you want this just as bad as I do.
	How much longer until I can ground myself against him?
	Certainly when he's now moaning out of his free will, now, along with tugging at my quills once he's taken off his gloves.
	"Shadow..."
	He is so hot. Like a miniature sun that's burning me the closer I am.
	Damn cramp in my loins.
	"Keep on."
	I have to no idea how I managed to get my voice above whispering level, or even at that. My throat is so dry, I can barely breathe right.
	"Oh," he moans while squirming delightfully under me. He feels so good. I can barely keep my mind straight. Certainly when I have to keep him from going silent.
	"I didn't hear that."
	My voice is so low toned, I'm not sure Sonic can even hear it. I wonder what it must sound like to him, Certainly when I decided to start grinding up against him.
	"Ah! Shadow!"
	"Feels good, doesn't it?"
	My brain is about to fry. I have to keep it alive so that I don't simply give in...
	Sonic's smell is definitely getting to me.
	"Sha... dow..."
	"Louder, Sonic. I can't hear you."
	"Oh! Ah!"
	Lube is on the bedside table, Shadow. Get it now before you completely disregard it and put him through pain.
	Is my hand even reaching for it?
	"Sh-Shadow."
	Shit.
	Did not plan on him kissing me. And moaning like his life depends on it as he's licking my lips.
	Pull away, pull away, pull away...
	"Mmmm!"
	He is so vocal. I love it.
	"More?" I manage after pulling away, and stilling every inch of me. When did his legs get around my waist?
	"More," he replies after a swallow, but he barely lets me move away.
	"Sonic, let me take off your pants and my clothes."
	Society, I hate you.
	"Don't. Take off my pants if you have to, but don't take off yours."
	Maybe not.
	"Do I hear a fetish?" I say as I move in a bit to kiss his neck, and give it a lick.
	"Might be. You look good in clothes," he replies with a shiver as I slowly take off his pants before throwing them to the side.
	And I have to swallow as he reaches in to get the button and zipper, slidding them down to my knees.
	I am so high-strung.
	Certainly when he carefully touches what he's just freed.
	"I want you."
	And he whispers breathlessly in my ear while going for the tube in my hand.
	He's planning something. I can feel it.
	"I want you so badly, it hurts," he says as he moves, the hand on my erection merely squeezing for a minute.
	Takes all I have not to groan.
	"You want to hear me, right?"
	I hate that mischevious look on his face, and the way that open tube is coating his free fingers.
	He lifts himself, and I lose trace of that hand. What is he...?
	"Then hear me, Shadow."
	No.
	"Ah..."
	Dear Chaos, no.
	"Shadow..."
	Shit.
	He pulls back. Just enough for me to watch. Watch his own fingers dive into that entrance while he moans my name.
	Over.
	And over.
	And over.
	Voyeurism isn't my style. Will never be. But the look on his face as he pleasures himself... Coupled with the hand that squeezes every time those walls probably tighten around his fingers...	I lick my dry lips and bite my inner cheek to stop himself from groaning.
	I want him. I want him so bad. Please, Sonic...
	Oh...
	"Please, Shadow. Fill me," he says as he gently pulls me forward, and puts his legs on my shoulders.
	The sheer heat that slowly takes me in is unbearable.
	"Ah... Shadow..."
	"Don't stop. Keep talking," I breathe. I want to hear it. I want to hear it take you until you can't handle it anymore.
	"Shadow..."
	Don't stop. Dear Chaos, don't stop. Not when I can actually hear you for the first time.
	"Oh! Little further."
	Little further? Like this?
	"Ah! Faster..."
	Of course.
	"Mmm!"
	Oh please, don't stop.
	"Ah! Shadow!"
	Sonic...
	"More. Please!"
	Why is he so hot? Why is he so demanding?
	And why is he...
	"Shadow!"
	Fuck!
	"Ah! Mmmm..."
	Oh Chaos, that kiss.
	"Satisfied?" he asks as he pulls away, and I can only press my lips against his.
	"No way..." I breath into the kiss, slowly rocking my hips. Now that I've managed to get what I wanted, I want more.
	I like the little quirks Sonic gets. Makes them all the more challenging, and satisfying. But there is one I hope he never loses. It's that stubborn attitude of his.