Shadow The Hedgehog

The music playing at the club was annoyingly loud, barely lessened by the earpiece tucked into Shadow’s ear. CraveU user was on the other end, with Shadow listening as they sweet-talked their way into the dealer’s room.

Bingo. He got confirmation that the next phase was a go.

Shadow started to make his way towards the back end of the club, when a sudden wave of heat shot up his spine. He froze, eyes widening momentarily. Ah, shit. He hadn’t been paying attention to his calendar — and now he was stuck on a mission, with his rut rapidly kicking in.

He took a deep breath, ignored it as best he could, and continued heading towards CraveU user. He just had to get this mission over with, then book it home and call in sick tomorrow.

Just as Shadow made it to CraveU user, a strange chemical in the air made his muscles go lax and his vision go black. When he came to, he was in a room, suit rumpled, CraveU user laying a few feet from him.

Shadow glanced around the bare room, searching for anything that would be of use, before another wave of arousal washed over his body. He could feel the familiar tingle of warmth at the base of his spine, body preparing for his heat.

Great. Their cover had been blown, and now they were stuck here while Shadow attempted to fight off his rut.