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carriepika for this coming into existance.
Set during Chapter 4. What if Cmdr. Sonic chose another way to silence a certain someone...?
*
"You'll WHAT?!" Jet exclaimed as he read the contents of the notebook. "That's insanity!"
A soft click. "I never claimed to be sane," a voice smoothly replied. Jet quickly shut the book and looked at the doorway. The commander was there, gun raised at the hawk. "I'm lucky I came in early to finish some work, or I might not have discovered you here," Sonic said.
"I guess this is where you ask me what I'm doing here and call security," the hawk said, voice slightly betraying his nervousness.
"No," said the commander. "No, it's not." His finger twitched on the trigger. He narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth, trying to will himself to silence the hawk forever with his sidearm. Likewise, the hawk shut his eyes tightly, waiting for the bullet to come.
But none ever did. When he opened his eyes, the hedgehog was practically on top of him, his nose lightly touching the hawk’s beak. “Damn you,” Sonic said. “I can’t do it. I’m not quite that far gone.”
Jet blinked. “So… uh… Now what?” he asked.
A white-gloved finger traced along the line where green met orange, then made a detour down to where white feathers peeked out of the hawk’s slightly-unbuttoned shirt. “I’ll just have to find another way to keep you quiet,” the commander said huskily. “You still have the damned prettiest blue eyes, you know that?” he said before breaking off eye contact and sucked at a sensitive spot on the intruder’s neck.
Jet tried to force what the commander’s hot mouth was doing and the skillful hands unbuttoning his shirt out of mind with little success. “Heh… heheh… Th-this ain’t gonna work, Spike. Y-you’re not that good a lay…”
Sonic chuckled against his throat. “You were pretty much the first guy I slept with, Jet. I’ve had time to improve since then,” he said as he ran his fingers through the now-fully exposed white feathers.
The hawk drew a sharp breath and gripped the armrests of the chair as sharp canines nipped at his shoulder. It was getter harder to think with hands and mouth now drawing lower, he realized. He had to put an end to this and fast. “I… mm… don’t care how g—God—good you are,” he forced out, “You… You’re crazy, and we have stop you!” He squirmed as a white-gloved hand brushed down his zipper and made him very much aware that his pants had grown far, far too tight.
The commander, now down on his knees, grinned up at him as he unzipped the thief’s pants. “If you don’t care how good I am, then why haven’t you told me to stop?” he said as he stroked the hawk with a feather-light touch. “Go on,” he breathed, “Tell me you don’t want this.”
Straining to think straight, Jet opened his mouth to speak. Whatever he tried to say, though, came out as a squeak as the man kneeling at his feet demonstrated a neat little trick with his tongue. “… f-fuck you…” he muttered as he surrendered and tangled his fingers in the hedgehog’s quills. He leaned back in the chair and moaned as Sonic’s mouth engulfed him, the hedgehog chuckling at his victory. His breaths grew ragged as the other man showed him exactly how much of a difference seventeen-odd years of experience made with his hands and mouth and tongue and God, where did he learn that?
His grip on the hedgehog’s quills turned vice-like. It was all the hawk could do to keep his voice down while the other man stroked and sucked and licked and teased him and it was too much, it was all too much. He squeezed his eyes shut so hard he saw little spots of colored lights against the darkness and then, for a few brief moments or an eternity—damned if he knew which—everything went white.
When Jet caught his breath and opened his eyes again, he saw the commander calmly wipe his mouth and grin. “I told you I’ve improved,” Sonic said smugly.
Still breathing rather heavily, Jet nodded. “I’ll… I’ll give you that. Too bad you’re fucking crazy.”
The commander rose to his feet and dusted himself off. Then, he planted his hands on the armrests of the chair and went nose-to-beak with the thief again. “Damned straight, I’m a little crazy. Keep that in mind while I tell you this,” he said. “Either I can call the MPs, have you locked up, and oopsie-daisy, you might not live to see to tomorrow, or…”—(he licked the hawk’s beak)—“you can keep your damned mouth shut about what you read, live to see another day, and maybe have me do this again, if you ask nicely. You decide.”
Silence fell over the room as the two stared hard at each other. On one hand, Jet thought, this guy is crazy and needs to be taken down. On the other, this guy is crazy and will fucking kill me. “… fine,” he finally said, “I’ll be quiet. I like breathin’ too much to talk, thanks.”
Sonic stared him down a few second longer before he was satisfied and backed away. “Glad to see you’re still a rational man,” he said. “Now get out of here; I’ll contact you later. I have a few questions to ask you, but I’d rather do it somewhere away from prying eyes.”
The hawk somewhat unsteadily got to his feet and quickly fixed his clothing. “Yeah, fine, whatever,” he said. “See ya, Sonic.” As he made his way back out, he smiled to himself. I’m a Babylon Rogue, he thought, we’re good at being sneaky and deceptive too, psycho.
carriepika for this coming into existance.Set during Chapter 4. What if Cmdr. Sonic chose another way to silence a certain someone...?
*
"You'll WHAT?!" Jet exclaimed as he read the contents of the notebook. "That's insanity!"
A soft click. "I never claimed to be sane," a voice smoothly replied. Jet quickly shut the book and looked at the doorway. The commander was there, gun raised at the hawk. "I'm lucky I came in early to finish some work, or I might not have discovered you here," Sonic said.
"I guess this is where you ask me what I'm doing here and call security," the hawk said, voice slightly betraying his nervousness.
"No," said the commander. "No, it's not." His finger twitched on the trigger. He narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth, trying to will himself to silence the hawk forever with his sidearm. Likewise, the hawk shut his eyes tightly, waiting for the bullet to come.
But none ever did. When he opened his eyes, the hedgehog was practically on top of him, his nose lightly touching the hawk’s beak. “Damn you,” Sonic said. “I can’t do it. I’m not quite that far gone.”
Jet blinked. “So… uh… Now what?” he asked.
A white-gloved finger traced along the line where green met orange, then made a detour down to where white feathers peeked out of the hawk’s slightly-unbuttoned shirt. “I’ll just have to find another way to keep you quiet,” the commander said huskily. “You still have the damned prettiest blue eyes, you know that?” he said before breaking off eye contact and sucked at a sensitive spot on the intruder’s neck.
Jet tried to force what the commander’s hot mouth was doing and the skillful hands unbuttoning his shirt out of mind with little success. “Heh… heheh… Th-this ain’t gonna work, Spike. Y-you’re not that good a lay…”
Sonic chuckled against his throat. “You were pretty much the first guy I slept with, Jet. I’ve had time to improve since then,” he said as he ran his fingers through the now-fully exposed white feathers.
The hawk drew a sharp breath and gripped the armrests of the chair as sharp canines nipped at his shoulder. It was getter harder to think with hands and mouth now drawing lower, he realized. He had to put an end to this and fast. “I… mm… don’t care how g—God—good you are,” he forced out, “You… You’re crazy, and we have stop you!” He squirmed as a white-gloved hand brushed down his zipper and made him very much aware that his pants had grown far, far too tight.
The commander, now down on his knees, grinned up at him as he unzipped the thief’s pants. “If you don’t care how good I am, then why haven’t you told me to stop?” he said as he stroked the hawk with a feather-light touch. “Go on,” he breathed, “Tell me you don’t want this.”
Straining to think straight, Jet opened his mouth to speak. Whatever he tried to say, though, came out as a squeak as the man kneeling at his feet demonstrated a neat little trick with his tongue. “… f-fuck you…” he muttered as he surrendered and tangled his fingers in the hedgehog’s quills. He leaned back in the chair and moaned as Sonic’s mouth engulfed him, the hedgehog chuckling at his victory. His breaths grew ragged as the other man showed him exactly how much of a difference seventeen-odd years of experience made with his hands and mouth and tongue and God, where did he learn that?
His grip on the hedgehog’s quills turned vice-like. It was all the hawk could do to keep his voice down while the other man stroked and sucked and licked and teased him and it was too much, it was all too much. He squeezed his eyes shut so hard he saw little spots of colored lights against the darkness and then, for a few brief moments or an eternity—damned if he knew which—everything went white.
When Jet caught his breath and opened his eyes again, he saw the commander calmly wipe his mouth and grin. “I told you I’ve improved,” Sonic said smugly.
Still breathing rather heavily, Jet nodded. “I’ll… I’ll give you that. Too bad you’re fucking crazy.”
The commander rose to his feet and dusted himself off. Then, he planted his hands on the armrests of the chair and went nose-to-beak with the thief again. “Damned straight, I’m a little crazy. Keep that in mind while I tell you this,” he said. “Either I can call the MPs, have you locked up, and oopsie-daisy, you might not live to see to tomorrow, or…”—(he licked the hawk’s beak)—“you can keep your damned mouth shut about what you read, live to see another day, and maybe have me do this again, if you ask nicely. You decide.”
Silence fell over the room as the two stared hard at each other. On one hand, Jet thought, this guy is crazy and needs to be taken down. On the other, this guy is crazy and will fucking kill me. “… fine,” he finally said, “I’ll be quiet. I like breathin’ too much to talk, thanks.”
Sonic stared him down a few second longer before he was satisfied and backed away. “Glad to see you’re still a rational man,” he said. “Now get out of here; I’ll contact you later. I have a few questions to ask you, but I’d rather do it somewhere away from prying eyes.”
The hawk somewhat unsteadily got to his feet and quickly fixed his clothing. “Yeah, fine, whatever,” he said. “See ya, Sonic.” As he made his way back out, he smiled to himself. I’m a Babylon Rogue, he thought, we’re good at being sneaky and deceptive too, psycho.
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Date: 2007-03-27 07:49 am (UTC)That was so totally hot~ I like this AU! =D I highly approve! *big stamp of CarriePika approval*
More plz? =D
(I need to work on mine. If I can pull away from this doodle... ARG. I need a Sonic/Jet icon! D=)
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Date: 2007-03-27 07:55 am (UTC)And really fucking hot.
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Date: 2007-03-27 12:34 pm (UTC)“Now get out of here; I’ll contact you later. I have a few questions to ask you, but I’d rather do it somewhere away from prying eyes.”
That line made me go "wait a minute." Does that imply that they aren't away from prying eyes at the moment and someone was watching?
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Date: 2007-03-28 03:56 am (UTC)Dear lord, that was hot. X3333! I absolutely love it!
((And this is Puri, too lazy to switch accounts))
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Date: 2007-03-28 10:43 pm (UTC)(!!!WTF ALERT!!!)
Since when do birds have c***s?
Plus, I normally don't read this kind of stuff but... WTF!?!