Scourge's POV

I downed another cup of whiskey and ordered another. The bartender, a black and red cat named Jock, brought over the bottle and filled my cup. I hazily looked back down at my drink before, again, downing it.

"What happened?"

I looked up to Jock with a glare and growled, "Why the hell ya ask'n? It's none of your business."

Jock scoffed and retorted, "Because I've been working here longer than you've been comin'. I know when something happens to some to make them drink and the last few times they'd come in here, they wouldn't talk either. Though they soon came on the news about committing. Always happens yet I'm always here to listen. So, wanna tell me why you're drinking?"

"Tch." I rolled my eyes and let my head hang above my cup. "If you really want to know, no, I don't want to tell. But as much as I don't want to, I'm too badass to die. Especially if I'm the one to take myself out."

I raised my glassware and felt it be filled. I set it down on the wooden surface and begrudgingly cleared my throat to begin my 'story'. "It happened about two weeks ago when I went to a bar in my town with a couple of friends. Almost all of us had gotten drunk off our asses that night..."

Narrator’s POV

"I told you to keep yer mouth shut!" yelled a green hedgehog named Manic.

"Well maybe you should have kept yours open!" retorted Scourge.

"That makes no sense whatsoever," calmly stated Mephiles, an ebony hedgehog with gray stripes on his quills, arms, and legs.

Scourge turned to him and pushed his head, "Do you think I give a damn?!"

Manic latched onto Scourges back and said over his shoulder, "Maybe you should listen to him Scourgie. I mean, you're drunk as hell and you're telling me to keep my mouth agape when I told you shut up. So in technical terms, he's telling you the same thing I said to you."

Scourge growled and turned around to face the younger and much shorter 'hog before backing him up to a wall where he shot his arm out and cornered him. "Let's say you're right. Yet I didn't listen. What would happen then? Huh?" he said seductively.

Manic smirked and leaned towards Scourges muzzle. "Then you'd be a bad boy. And bad boys would need punishment."

Scourge growled and went to close the gap between them when he came up short with a brick wall. "Wha-?"

"As much as I would like it if I let you continue your little 'moment'. I'd rather not get scolded by Sonic when he finds out I left you two here alone and drunk as ever. I'd suggest going home cause I won't allow you to follow me," Mephiles said with his back turned to Scourge and Manic at his side.

"YOU'RE A DICK!! YOU KNOW THAT?!?!" yelled Scourge from down the road of where he watched the two walk away.

Mephiles flipped the green one off as he turned a corner. Scourge pushed himself from the wall and walked the opposite direction. He was now turned on and being drunk only made him all the more horny. He shoved his hands in his biker jacket pockets and hunched over to try and keep warm from the cool night breeze. Scourge walked for about ten minutes and was passing by an ally when someone called from the shadows.

"Why is something like you out at this hour?"

Scourge stopped and turned to look into the dark alley with a questioning look. His hazy vision made it so he couldn't see even three inches in front of him before everything went into a blur. A chuckle erupted from the dark and Scourge got annoyed, thinking he was being laughed at. He growled and stomped a foot out as he turned and faced the hidden laughing stock.

"What the hell you laughin at punk?"

"Hmhmhm... You of course. It's funny on the way you act so... dominant. It truly is amusing."

Scourge pulled out a pocket knife and angrily stomped into the dark alley. "If you think it's so funny then come out, why don'tcha?"

"If you really want me too..."

A yelp escaped from Scourge's throat as he was pinned to the wall by his wrists, his knife skidding on the concrete ground. Ice blue eyes angrily opened to see a yellow glowing, insane looking hedgehog with half lidded, red spiraling eyes that nearly seemed hypnotic.

"Why so mad?" he said in a baby voice, puckering out his bottom lip to emphasize his 'concern'.

"Get the fuck off me you lunatic," Scourge growled.

The yellow hedgehog smirked, "What's your name?"

"Why the hell should I tell you? Why should I tell you anything?"

"Because maybe I could help you..."

Scourge's face contorted into confusion. "Who are you?"

"Names Fleetway. What about you cutie?"

Scourges features went back to annoyed. "One, don't call me cutie. Two, names Scourge. And what do you mean by you 'could help me'?"

"Well...."

"And then the damned bastard was able to convince me to come home with him. After that..." Scourge groaned and hit his head on the bar.

Jock on the other hand, stood there with his hands on the bar supporting him as he leaned into it. "So you're drinking to forget what happened? That's more typical than you'd think."

Scourge poked his head up and glared with an I-don't-care-what-you-say face. Jock glanced up before getting tense and saying, "I'll listen to your story more later. I've got others to serve. Get home safely, alright?"

"Sure thing," Scourge said while rolling his eyes. He picked up his head as Jock left and downed his drink. He reached into his pocket for money when a hand came out from next to him onto the bar.

"Long time no see cutie~" came a seductive voice in the green ones ear.

Ice blue eyes went wide and the owner froze in his spot. Time had practically stopped. Scourge turned his head and looked at the half lidded red spiraling eyes next to his head.

"Didn't I tell you that you couldn't hide from me?" he said.

Scourge was instantly angered and growled, "Why the hell are you here?"

"Hmhm. Because I wanted to be with my Scourge. Is that so bad?"

"Go to hell Fleetway." Scourge then pushed Fleetways face away with a hand. "Get lost you douche."

"Oh come now. Why so mean?"

"Because your an ass and should burn in the depth of hell."

"Why am I an ass?"

Scourge snapped his head toward Fleetway and glared yet said no words. The yellow 'hog smiled and leaned closer to the other whispering seductively, "Why am I an ass my little uke?"

Scourges temper was set off from the new nickname and he punched Fleetway. "Call me that again and I will do worse than break your goddamn nose you freak."

After that, Scourge left the bar. Eyes kept on him the entire time. Fleetway sat on the floor and held his bleeding nose. Jock came over to his side and asked, "You alright?"

Fleetways eyes stayed on the door as he replied, "Imma go after him. He knows he can't hide from me."

Jock was shocked. "I've known Scourge for a while now. He can do damage. He just broke your nose and threatened to do worse. You sure you want to follow him?"

Fleetway laughed and shook his head before standing up. He looked at the feline and said, "My nose may be bleeding, but it's not because he broke it."

~with Scourge~

The green hedgehog stomped the sidewalk as a light rain started. Scourge was too angered over Fleetway that it didn't bother him. Scenes of what happened the first time they had met ran through his mind. Scourge didn't want a replay of it and he surely didn't want to remember. But luck was not on his side as said yellow hedgehog annoyance came floating behind him.

"I thought I told you to piss off," Scourge growled.

"No. You said that if I called you cutie, you'd do more than break my nose. Then you walked away," Fleetway retorted, only making Scourge more pissed.

"Then piss off." Scourge picked up his pace and tried to walk away. Fleetway seeing his obvious attempts followed the green hedgehog. He didn't care what the other said or wanted of or from him, he came for something and was going to get it one way or another.

Fleetway flew in front of Scourge and said, "How about a deal?"

"How about you shut your mouth, fly far away, and never come back," Scourge replied.

Fleetway chuckled, "I'll do that for you if you do something for me."

Fleetway flew closer to Scourges face whom pushed the yellow one to the side and continued to walk. "You do what I want and I'll do nothing for you."

"If you don't comply to do what I want, then I won't do what you want. In fact, I'll do the complete opposite and follow you around, bothering you until you give in," Fleetway mocked coming up behind Scourge once more.

Scourge groaned and rolled his eyes. As much as he didn't want to, he knew Fleetway was going to keep to his word. The avocado colored 'hog stopped and glared at the golden one from the corner of his eye. Fleetway smirked as he knew he just won their little 'battle'.

"I will leave forever and never bother you again if, you come home with me and spend the night."

Scourge knew the secret meaning behind his words and was extremely tempted to deny the proposed deal. But he also didn't want the yellow prick to follow him around all over the place and annoy him to insanity.

After a few moments of silent contemplating, Scourge said, "I hate you."

A low husky growl left Fleetway's throat and he swiftly picked Scourge up, carrying him bridal style as he flew towards his house.

~Time skip~

Fleetway landed on the gravel path that stretched across the front of his secluded cabin. Scourge briefly glanced around and took in the surroundings. This area was new to him. Unlike the first place, it was an actual house and not some abandoned building, but it was still in the woods far from civilization.

Fleetway set Scourge down and walked towards the front door, his 'guest' following behind. A smirk was still on the yellow hedgehogs muzzle as his features were similarly matched while the others was more grim and begrudging, not wanting to be here or even with the glowing one.

Both were silent as the door was opened and the house became occupied by the pair who closed the door after entering. The air was stiff and never changed as they made their way through the house to the master bedroom on the second floor, second door on the left. Fleetway locked the door and turned around to see Scourge, back facing him. He walked up behind the green 'hog and hugged him around the waist.

"Ready?" Fleetway whispered seductively into Scourges ear before biting the tip.

A small low groan and jerk of Scourges head was his reply. Fleetway chuckled and made his way down the side of Scourges head to his neck where he nibbled and licked the soft skin. Green ears began to lower submissively as he let the other do what he wanted.

Fleetways hands moved about the green waist, peach chest and stomach, and anywhere else they could reach. Until they stopped, one hand on the chests near the double scars and the other rested on a thigh, dangerously close between the legs. Scourge kept his mouth shut and didn't allow any sound to leave. He didn't want to give in and let the other know he was actually enjoying this.

Spiraling eyes looked up to the eye-shut, close-mouthed, scrunched up face. Owner of said eyes noticed what they other was doing and moved his hands to 'special' areas. The one hand on the chest began feel around as the other below moved directly between two green legs and began to rub the sensitive area. Fleetway was earned a small gasp that was quickly silenced and Scourges hands balled into fists.

Scourge felt pleasure start to course through his veins and was losing his surroundings in it. His chest was a partial sensitive spot for pleasing but the hand rubbing his crotch was what was getting to him the most. Fleetway was a quick learner and remember things easily. Especially if it's something he could use later on. Like this...

Fleetway continued his actions but moved forward, slowly making his way to the bed. Once close enough he turned Scourge around and pushed him onto the mattress. Blue eyes snapped open and were filled with surprise. Scourge propped himself up on his elbows and held a stern gaze with Fleetway's lustful eyes.

Fleetway crawled onto the bed and hovered in front of Scourges face. "Why so mad Scourgie?"

Scourge growled. "I thought I told you not to call me that, Goldy."

"No. You said not to call you cutie. I thought we went over this before, have we not?"

"Shut the hell up. Don't call me Scourgie."

"Alright.......Greenie."

Scourge growled more and pinned Fleetway to the bed by his wrists, straddling golden hips. "You can only call me Scourge. Call me anything else and I'll beat your ass into the ground bitch."

Fleetway's eyes lidded half way and a mocking smirk appeared into his mouth. "Are you sure I'm the bitch? Cause you're the one who's sitting on my lap."

Fleetway moved his hips and grinded near Scourges tail. Scourges muzzle went apple red and his eyes widen. Fleetway took advantage of the surprise and flipped them so he was on top, pinning Scourge by his wrists. He leaned down to the others ear and seductively whispered, "I can call you whatever I wish. You are my bitch and my property. You belong to me and whether you like it or not, you will accept that fact."

"Possessive much?" Scourge retorted, turning his head to the side to avoid his counterpart.

Fleetway chuckled. "You have no idea."

Fleetway began to grind on Scourge again whom turned a deeper shade a red than before. Scourge groaned and his ears pinned back while his eyes squeezed shut along with his lips. Fleetway put one hand above Scourges head and leaned closer to his face.

"Like I've said before, you can't hide from me." He then licked Scourges cheek before whispering into his ear, "I can only continue if I'm horny, which I'm not. You'll have to make some Scourgie."

Fleetway smirked as his reply was an aggravated groan. Scourge jerked his leg up to Fleetways side yet made no sound. Fleetway reached to Scourges leg and softly rubbed his thigh. Being earned a breathily 'I hate you'.

Scourge let out a small moan. Fleetway smirked and started at Scourge's neck, giving it a lick, kiss, and nibble treatment. Gasps and soft moans filled the room.

"Fleetway," Scourge breathed out, getting more annoyed with the slow pace.

Fleetway left Scourges neck and nuzzled his shoulder saying, "I like that. Say it again."

"F-Fleetway. Stop teasing," Scourge panted out.