Sonic the Hedgehog :: Fragile Discretion
Finally, I wrote something new! I've mostly been uploading old stuff lately and even FF.net hates it. XD Stupid trolls. Anyway, Tenacious D + Vecpio = this fic. (Or: Puri listened to "Fuck Her Gently" on repeat and giggled) It's 2 AM so I can't really say anything exciting, but expect sweeping changes to Azure Sash's layout. Oh fuck yes. Yeeeeeeeah~
Title: Fragile Discretion
Author: Puri
Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog
Genre: Humor/Romance
Rating: R
Warnings: SEEEEX. Not too detailed or graphic, but intense enough. XD
Ships/Characters: Vector/Espio
Finished: Yes
Fragile Discretion
Sometimes Vector didn't know his own strength.
Then again, he couldn't remember the last time he met another crocodile tell him that. But to many, human and animal alike, an embrace from the detective was like a drill for CPR. He didn't forget the number of times he held a Chao and it squirmed in his arms, not because it was afraid but because it was trying to breathe. Charmy had a way of gagging to let him know if he was squeezing too tight. It made the crocodile feel clumsy whenever that happened, making him wonder if maybe he really DID let his impulses get the best of him.
Detective work was one thing. It was also serious business. A platonic slap (er, slam) on the back is something else. But nothing made Vector more awkward as a romp in the sack with Espio.
You were treading thin ice without clothes on, and your partner is no less critical or sharper than a shard of glass. It was the same amber glare of the ninja's that bore into his heart, allowing the crocodile to see right through him. Espio, with that smooth, slender frame compared to Vector's bulky, muscular form. The chameleon was fast and clever, but Vector could snap him like a toothpick with either teeth or claws. It meant the reptilian giant had to be careful. Very careful.
His headphones were the last article of clothing he had on, but the only tune ringing inside the crocodile’s ears was his own heartbeat as invisible fingers spidered their way up his spine. The chameleon prowled up the crocodile's back, his body easily fitting across. In a moment, Vector bent above his partner, towering over the ninja laid spread under his silhouette.
"Okay Esp... this is gonna hurt."
"And I didn't know this before?"
"Look, I... just relax, okay? It’ll be easy this time! I'll be quicker than lightning!"
"…Right. Then get going, Lightning."
Softly. Gently. Discreetly.
Espio never gave him sympathy. The ninja was either condescending or apathetic or both, and he never gave him a break. As Vector entered him, Espio barely registered a grunt, let alone a breath. The chameleon’s stubby fingers rake Vector’s arms, steadying himself with a stony gaze. Vector, on the other hand, swallowed a lump in his throat and he rested his snout on the ninja’s shoulder.
“You’re… tight.” The crocodile breathed. “Did I tell you that already?”
“Bring me a rope and I’ll show you what tight really feels like.”
“Oh? Is that one of your ninja tricks?”
“It could be. I’m considering it.”
“Really now?”
“Maybe. I’ll tell you if we keep moving.”
Which the detective gladly obliged; if there was one thing Vector liked about Espio, it was that he always spoke his mind. As much as their behaviors clashed, the ninja was straight-forward and got the job done. He knew what he wanted and he got it. There was honesty in his gaze and if he had a problem, he’d let you know. Just the way the chameleon watched him now, his jaded narrow eyes following the crocodile’s thrusts.
“You’re holding back.”
“What?”
“You’re not trying hard enough! I thought you were better.”
“Espio!”
Softly. Gently. Discreetly. Completely.
The chameleon hissed; he hadn’t seen that one coming. Vector grit his teeth; Espio was egging him on and he knew it. But the crocodile swore not to get too carried away; it had negative consequences before. He wouldn’t crush him under his weight no matter how much the ninja talked him down, no matter how much he wanted to prove that yes, he was actually damn capable of pleasing Espio, that he could impress him as a worthy leader of the Chaotix Agency and that he could make him see stars everywhere…!
“E-Esp…”
“…Well? What are you waiting for?”
SoftlyGently-!
Espio groaned. Coming from him to Vector, that was a compliment. The crocodile growled to the sweet sound, his movements swift, hard and hungry. The detective’s heart bound in a knot; the storm in his gut went overdrive as he thrust into the chameleon, giving as much as his own body could bear. A fuchsia tail coiled around Vector’s torso, binding the detective close to the ninja without escape. Espio gasped, his breaths as rough as the treatment as he thrived on the heavy pressure exerting through him. Vector balled his fists on the mattress, hitting a spot he hadn’t found in their previous encounters and cried aloud. He steeled himself to prolong the experience, in hopes of being inside Espio just a little longer… maybe tease him a little…
Alas, the crocodile was blinded by a flash of ecstasy. There was a final moan from Espio as he met his climax, falling limp on the bare mattress beneath Vector’s body. The ninja’s chest rose and sunk from his panting breaths, otherwise still as the crocodile withdrawn.
“Hey, you okay?” Vector grinned, face flushed as he wiped sweat from his forehead. “Guess I got a little carried there, eh?”
“…Yeah.” Espio nodded. The chameleon’s countenance lit with a rare smile.
The End
Title: Fragile Discretion
Author: Puri
Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog
Genre: Humor/Romance
Rating: R
Warnings: SEEEEX. Not too detailed or graphic, but intense enough. XD
Ships/Characters: Vector/Espio
Finished: Yes
Fragile Discretion
Sometimes Vector didn't know his own strength.
Then again, he couldn't remember the last time he met another crocodile tell him that. But to many, human and animal alike, an embrace from the detective was like a drill for CPR. He didn't forget the number of times he held a Chao and it squirmed in his arms, not because it was afraid but because it was trying to breathe. Charmy had a way of gagging to let him know if he was squeezing too tight. It made the crocodile feel clumsy whenever that happened, making him wonder if maybe he really DID let his impulses get the best of him.
Detective work was one thing. It was also serious business. A platonic slap (er, slam) on the back is something else. But nothing made Vector more awkward as a romp in the sack with Espio.
You were treading thin ice without clothes on, and your partner is no less critical or sharper than a shard of glass. It was the same amber glare of the ninja's that bore into his heart, allowing the crocodile to see right through him. Espio, with that smooth, slender frame compared to Vector's bulky, muscular form. The chameleon was fast and clever, but Vector could snap him like a toothpick with either teeth or claws. It meant the reptilian giant had to be careful. Very careful.
His headphones were the last article of clothing he had on, but the only tune ringing inside the crocodile’s ears was his own heartbeat as invisible fingers spidered their way up his spine. The chameleon prowled up the crocodile's back, his body easily fitting across. In a moment, Vector bent above his partner, towering over the ninja laid spread under his silhouette.
"Okay Esp... this is gonna hurt."
"And I didn't know this before?"
"Look, I... just relax, okay? It’ll be easy this time! I'll be quicker than lightning!"
"…Right. Then get going, Lightning."
Softly. Gently. Discreetly.
Espio never gave him sympathy. The ninja was either condescending or apathetic or both, and he never gave him a break. As Vector entered him, Espio barely registered a grunt, let alone a breath. The chameleon’s stubby fingers rake Vector’s arms, steadying himself with a stony gaze. Vector, on the other hand, swallowed a lump in his throat and he rested his snout on the ninja’s shoulder.
“You’re… tight.” The crocodile breathed. “Did I tell you that already?”
“Bring me a rope and I’ll show you what tight really feels like.”
“Oh? Is that one of your ninja tricks?”
“It could be. I’m considering it.”
“Really now?”
“Maybe. I’ll tell you if we keep moving.”
Which the detective gladly obliged; if there was one thing Vector liked about Espio, it was that he always spoke his mind. As much as their behaviors clashed, the ninja was straight-forward and got the job done. He knew what he wanted and he got it. There was honesty in his gaze and if he had a problem, he’d let you know. Just the way the chameleon watched him now, his jaded narrow eyes following the crocodile’s thrusts.
“You’re holding back.”
“What?”
“You’re not trying hard enough! I thought you were better.”
“Espio!”
Softly. Gently. Discreetly. Completely.
The chameleon hissed; he hadn’t seen that one coming. Vector grit his teeth; Espio was egging him on and he knew it. But the crocodile swore not to get too carried away; it had negative consequences before. He wouldn’t crush him under his weight no matter how much the ninja talked him down, no matter how much he wanted to prove that yes, he was actually damn capable of pleasing Espio, that he could impress him as a worthy leader of the Chaotix Agency and that he could make him see stars everywhere…!
“E-Esp…”
“…Well? What are you waiting for?”
SoftlyGently-!
Espio groaned. Coming from him to Vector, that was a compliment. The crocodile growled to the sweet sound, his movements swift, hard and hungry. The detective’s heart bound in a knot; the storm in his gut went overdrive as he thrust into the chameleon, giving as much as his own body could bear. A fuchsia tail coiled around Vector’s torso, binding the detective close to the ninja without escape. Espio gasped, his breaths as rough as the treatment as he thrived on the heavy pressure exerting through him. Vector balled his fists on the mattress, hitting a spot he hadn’t found in their previous encounters and cried aloud. He steeled himself to prolong the experience, in hopes of being inside Espio just a little longer… maybe tease him a little…
Alas, the crocodile was blinded by a flash of ecstasy. There was a final moan from Espio as he met his climax, falling limp on the bare mattress beneath Vector’s body. The ninja’s chest rose and sunk from his panting breaths, otherwise still as the crocodile withdrawn.
“Hey, you okay?” Vector grinned, face flushed as he wiped sweat from his forehead. “Guess I got a little carried there, eh?”
“…Yeah.” Espio nodded. The chameleon’s countenance lit with a rare smile.
The End