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Shadow enters the house with the smell sweet scent of rising grains and the savory sensation of meats and vegetables hitting his nostrils. The hedgehog closes the door behind him, taking a moment to appreciate the smell.

It's times like this that make him appreciate the peace that he had brought to the world, not just as part of his promise to Maria all those years ago, but for his own peace of mind.

Shadow had been an edgy boy, and there is blood on his hands still. When there wasn't a worldwide injustice to fight anymore, he found himself much more open to the idea of settling down, enjoying the quiet life.

And he's not the only one.

"Yo, Shadow!" comes the voice of Sonic. A second later, the hedgehog zips into view, dressed in an apron stained with splotches from his meal prep. "Long time, no see!"

"Very funny," Shadow says, stepping forward, smirking as he looks over Sonic, "Don't you look adorable," he snickers.

Sonic rolls his eyes. "Hey, you got to have proper protection when working with hot stuff!" he says.

With a ding from the kitchen, Sonic rushes back over. Shadow follows him, only to stop dead in his tracks.

Sonic bends over, oven mitts in hand and his butt up in the air, his tail wagging while he pulls his ingredients out of the oven.

"Mmm... take a look at these buns," the blue hedgehog says. At the same time, Shadow's eyes cannot turn away from Sonic's perfect ass.

The cook places the chili dog buns on a cooling rack, not turning around. "Just need to mind the 'dogs. Got them on the grill, you know."

"The... dogs...?" Shadow says, then glances downward again, only to see that his own hotdog was showing. He jumps and sits on the couch, letting a pillow "conveniently" fall over his lap. He rests his elbow on the pillow, flipping through channels. Sonic zips past him, hopefully, none-the-wiser.

"Damn..." Shadow mumbles to himself. "There's something about that apron and his ass..." He bites his lip, just thinking about him.

Sonic speeds by, and a moment later, he's standing in front of Shadow, holding out a Chili dog in front of him. "Come on, Shadow, step it up and give these a shot. They're just like how Uncle Chuck used to make!"

"Right," Shadow says, taking the hot dog, the pillow rubbing up against his dick. He winces, but brings the dog to his mouth, keeping an eye towards Sonic.

But Sonic sits down next to him, still in that cute apron, chowing down on the piece in a few bites, even licking the chili off his gloves. "Mmmm, mmm, there is nothing like making the buns yourself. It just brings the whole package together!"

"Right, the... the buns..." Shadow says, after having taken one bite.

"Something bugging you?" Sonic says, leaning in, fluttering his eyes as he leans in closer towards Shadow.

"W... what? No, of course not!"

"Oh, yeah...?" Sonic says, his smirk only growing as his hands rest on the cushion right next to Shadow. "Nothing at all?"

"Of course not!" Shadow says, lifting his arms to take another angry bite and furious chew of the chilidog.

"Sure thing, bud," Sonic says, but he snatches the pillow, yanking it away. The friction only serves to make Shadow harder as his cock sits there, exposed for all, well, just Sonic, to see.

Shadow coughs and strikes his chest, getting the giant wad of chilidog to fall down his throat. He groans and slumps back. Growling, he's about to say something, when he stops, gasping when gloved fingers wrap around his cock.

"Hey," Sonic says, sitting on his knees on the couch. "Should have said you were thinking of another kind of buns."

"H... how did...?" Shadow gasps

"Because... while you were away, I got a hankering for another kind of Chili dog."

"You ah!"

It's then that Sonic lowers his head, wrapping his lips around Shadow's shaft. The ultimate lifeform falls back, panting, his eyes half-lidded as he stares up at the ceiling, "Oh... oh... damn..."

Sonic hums, somehow still smirking even with his mouth full of cock. The blue hedgehog rides the rod with a happy, hungry grumbling, causing Shadow to squirm in his seat.

The black and red hedgehog reaches up, finding his hands somewhere to press between Sonic's quills, but Sonic grabs him by the wrist and lifts his head up. He pulls his face away from that cock, leaving a little bridge of spit and precum dangling off of his lips and breaking off from the cockhead. "Not so fast," he says. "I'm just prepping this sausage of yours. A real chilidog needs to fit inside some buns."

Shadow's eyes widen, and then Sonic leaps off of the couch, pressing his hands to the coffee table. "Come on, I know you want to try these out."

"F... fuck yes, I do!" Shadow growls, hopping up from his seat. He grabs onto Sonic's ass, his hands kneading the flesh there. Sonic, despite his athletic natures, has always had a cartoonish squish to him. It makes his somewhat rough exterior much more adorable to those who get close enough to play with him. Shadow feels that delight in that he's one of the people who get to do that.

Sonic sighs, tilting his head back. "Ooh, yeah, you're starving, aren't ya? Come on... you want to make a Chili Dog in a way Uncle Chuck never would?"

Shadow huffs and soon pushes himself forward, sliding his cock in between Sonic's buns.

Sonic's tail wags, and he rubs up against Shadow. The bottom hedgehog sighs. The top hedgehog grunts, standing over him, one eye half-open, the other closed, as he tries to hold back from just ramming that cock right up his perfect little asshole.

Instead, Shadow just rolls back and forth, letting the spit-soaked shaft slide and up a down the crevice.

Sonic groans, placing his hands on the wall in front of him. He rests his forehead upon it, panting while he feels Shadow's cock teasing his butt, the length already lubed up by the hungry hedgie's mouth. "A... ah... n.... S... Shad... ow..." he sighs out. "You're... you're such a tease...!"

Shadow stops, taking a deep breath through his nose and then stepping back, letting his cock slip away from the cute blue butt. "Oh, a tease, am I? Me, the guy just coming home, and not the slutty hedgehog wearing only an apron?"

Sonic bites his lip, closing his eyes. "Mmmmm!"

"You want to see a tease? I'll show you a tease!" With that, Shadow gives the blue hedgehog a quick slap on the butt.

Sonic gasps, tilting his head back, "aa...a aa fuck!"

"That's what you get for being such a tease yourself, Sonic," Shadow says, before he leans himself over the blue hedgehog again, a hand moving down between his legs. He wraps his fingers along Sonic's cock, his chest fluff rubbing against Sonic's back quills. "And just feel this? You're so hard already, and I didn't even put it in. You like to be punished, don't you? You like it when I tease you? Tell me!"

"Ah.... Ah... Shad... nnn..."

"That's what I thought," the black hedgehog says, leaning into the crook of Sonic's neck. He nips at the hedgehog, letting another squeal reach out from Sonic's lips.

A moment later, Shadow pulls away, stepping back into the kitchen.

"H... hey, what are you doing!?" Sonic says, rushing back up to Shadow, stamping his foot, clenching his fists. "You can't just get me all revved up and then -mmm!"

Shadow pulls out a can from the refrigerator, uncapping it, and presses the head up to Sonic's mouth, squeezing.

The rush of whip fills the hedgehog's mouth, puffing out his cheeks. Sonic stares at Shadow, blinks, and pouts.

Shadow grabs onto those cheeks, squishes them, makes the whipped cream slosh out of his mouth, and then kisses the hedgehog.

His tongue dances around inside of Sonic's mouth, licking up the sweet goodness. Sonic presses his chest up against Shadow's, holding onto the other hedgehog's elbows and swallowing as much of the cream as he can.

Their dicks dance together as they focus on each other's mouths, but soon Shadow pulls away, licking his lips.

"T... the heck was that for?" Sonic says.

"I just thought it'd be cute... now..." He zips behind Sonic, reaching around again, poking his cock at Sonic's butt. "Where were we?"

Sonic, on his tip-toes, gasps, shuddering. "Aaah... r... right in the kitchen!?"

"Damn right," Shadow whispers, nipping at Sonic's ear.

The Ultimate Lifeform presses up against Sonic's tight butthole, penetrating him, filling him.

Sonic's eyes roll back when he feels himself stretching out. Shadow rubs one hand over the hedgehog's cock, thumb toying with his sensitive head. His other hand moves up, palm resting on Sonic's cheek, fingers curling inward, and sticking inside of his mouth.

"You're adorable," Shadow says. "I waited too long to tell you that," he grunts, closing his eyes. "But now... you're... my... bitch!"

Sonic's joyful giggle pushes him on as Shadow thrusts up into the hedgehog, grunting with each slap against that blue ass. Thrust after thrust and slap after slap fill the kitchen, with the submissive hedgehog's cock twitching and oozing, dripping down onto the tile. It isn't too long before Sonic's high-pitched squeals end in an orgasmic eruption that was a slippery, plopping mess on the floor just a few inches in front of him. His whole body shudders.

With a final thrust, Shadow fills the hedgehog up, squirting his own seed deep into Sonic's hedgeboy pussy. He pulls back, letting a slimy trail of cum trail out from between the two before dripping down to the floor.

Sonic falls to his knees, panting.

Shadow reaches in the fridge and grabs himself a Chaos Cola. He chugs it down, watching the blue hedgehog, who picks himself up.

Sonic narrows his gaze and snatches the cola from Shadow, chugging down the rest of it. With a smack of his lips, he tosses the can into the recycling bin. "Okay, now, that was hot, but aren't you forgetting something?"

Shadow sniffs. "Oh, geez, the chilidogs!?"

With a few bursts of blue breeze, Shadow was sitting at the table, and the kitchen is spotless, and Sonic stands there, back in his apron, and with a plate with a chili dog on it. "Dinner is served, and we did all that in the time it takes for everything to get to the," he performs a chef's kiss "best temperature."

Shadow smirks, grunts, and takes a bite. "You're such a nerd, you know that?"

Sonic plops down onto his own seat, fluttering his eyes and taking a big bite out of his own dog. "Yeah, well, that's our secret." He winks.

Shadow chuckles at that and then shrugs. "Your Uncle Chuck sure knew how to make 'em."

"And I'm sure he'd disagree with how we made that batch together," Sonic says, his trademarked smirk returning to his face.

"Next time, I'll cook... and wear the apron."

Sonic's emerald eyes glimmer at that. "Now, that, I'll have to see!"