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He watched the party from his broomstick. He got an invite but he didn't feel like attending. Nothing against them and all but social parties were not his thing. He would rather be out on a run, eating chili dogs and enjoying the beautiful nature. Not stuck among clusters of rich snobs. Either way, he wasn't really here to entertain them either. They only wanted him for one reason. The attention. The idea that they knew the lost power magic user in all of Mobius. As if he would give them the satisfaction of him being some...trophy
He heard a squeak and looked at the pouch on his hip. The fox kit inside, warm and comfy was staring up at him. Sonic cooed as he magically conjured a warm bottle. Carefully picking the baby up and giving them the milk they so desperately wanted. His eyes wandered to the party through the clear windows. Clocking the king and queen and their... interesting choice of attire. The blue of his quills pinned to the lapel of the King Shadow's coat and the blue gemstones that lined Queen Amy's dress.
How tacky of them. To wear his colors yet know full well that he wasn't actually with them and for good reason. They wanted a contract marriage. One that left him to answer their every beck and call. As if this is some contest between kingdoms with him as the prize. They weren't the only ones who wished to have his skills. Sally and Antoine wished to have him in their court. King Knuckles wanted his magic to protect the Master Emerald. Queen Blaze and King Silver wanted him to protect the kingdom and Sol Crystals. Every Kingdom wanted him but didn't ask what he wanted.
He didn't bother to give anyone his help. They would suffer. It wasn't even suffering though. The most the Empire of Eggman wanted was just trade. Yeah it was unfair but Eggman only wanted one thing, Sonic. Since no one had him though, well. Eggman had no interest. As far as he was concerned, until someone had Sonic under their thumb. He was just going to sit back and watch.
There was one person who had his attention but he was sworn to serve Shadow. The twin brother, Black Knight and leader of the Knights, Lancelot. If only the dear king knew how close they were. He once heard Lance could easily be mistaken for the king. That was proven wrong though. Lance was Dark Maroon Red and Dark Black. Shadow was Bright Red and Bright Black. A complete difference in color. Lance also had something else different. Shadow needed inhibitor rings for his powers. Lancelot did not.
"What a risky, yet sneaky move."
Sonic laughed, "you call me sneaky oh knight and yet here you are," He looked at the roof above him. "Sneaking away for a romantic rendezvous? How scandalous~"
"I can't help it. I have been bewitched. The moonlight, the magic aura, the warm smile," Lancelot took a step towards the edge. "How could I not answer a siren's call?"
The blue mage made an invisible bridge that Lance could walk on, "and yet I haven't sung a single tune. Is my beauty just as enchanting as my voice?"
"One could say all of you is that of a siren. Enchanted beauty that can lead even the most loyal of men into his arms," Lance walked on the bridge. "The desire they would feel though can never rival mine." The knight reached the end of the bridge and pulled the broom close to him. "Because mine is a true desire."
Sonic lost the smirk as it turned into a loving smile, "you call me a siren but here you are. A poet in knights armor. You talk as if I bewitched you yet it's the opposite. You had my attention from day one."
"I didn't know I was your siren. I would have kept my visor down," Lance whispered as he leaned closer.
"I would have used magic to raise it," Sonic leaned closer as well. "What brings the Poet out? Aside from the moon?"
"I was told to look for the source of magic. I found a Siren instead," Lancelot pulled him into a kiss.
Sonic stopped him from taking things further, "I...have a kit out. We need to contain ourselves..."
"Very well," Lancelot leaned back and spotted the fox kit watching him. "He has gotten so big."
He pulled the broom towards the castle and let it float alongside him as he walked. Sonic finished feeding him and then burped the little fox.
"Tails keeps growing. Soon, he'll be walking." The mage stayed on the broom as he tucked the kit into his pouch again. "And then he'll be talking and I won't have any children to raise."
"I could grant that wish," Lancelot grabbed the broomstick with both hands and pulled it closer to him. "Now...may I continue?"
Sonic put both hands against his face, "only for a little bit. There is a party downstairs you must guard."
"I won't be needed for another hour," Lancelot pulled him into another kiss.
Tugging at the shawl around Sonic's shoulders to deepen it. The blue mage wrapped his legs around Lance's waist. Making sure to snap away the annoying metal if it got in the way. When both needed to breathe, they broke apart. Lance moved down to Sonic's neck and nibbled. His claws came out and gripped the armor under them as Lance moved down to his chest.
"Sir Lancelot?! The king requests your presence immediately!"
Lancelot growled into Sonic's fur as a claw gently scrapped down the back of the magic user, "he can wait."
"Mm...c..can he?" Sonic looked at Lance. "Or are we too far in?"
"If we stop, I will not be focused," Lance pulled the broom closer. "If we stop, I'll...be drawn to think only of you."
Sonic pulled him close, "make it fast, Knight. I am as impatient as you."
Lance shut him up with a deep kiss. One hand keeps the broom close enough to hold their bodies together. The other scratching down Sonic's back. The mage broke away and had to keep himself quiet as Lance nipped at him again. The hand on his back reached the border of his trousers.
"Sir Lancelot? Are you here, Sir!"
The knight ignored the call but Sonic stopped him when he heard steps below.
"We...need to..stop..." He moved away. "If they find me.."
Lancelot growled but understood, "hurry. I'll...handle myself."
"As will I.." Sonic flew away.
Lancelot returned inside with his helmet reappearing on his head, visor down. The knights under him came rushing over. A green bird with red lines along his eyes.
"Sir Tristan," Lance was grateful to have full armor on his body. "I heard the call. I am heading there post haste."
"King Shadow is very upset with a guest. He won't let anyone but you handle this. Forgive me," Tristan kept his head down.
"Fret not, I'll handle them." Lancelot walked by him.
"Sir Lancelot, you seem frazzled. Are you ill?"
"No, merely distracted. I will be fine." He kept walking.