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A Bad Kind of Love	By : Bojack727 Category: +S through Z > Sonic Views: 2275 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Sonic The Hedgehog game series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-A Bad Kind of Love
- 2-Deadly Relations
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- 2
Author�s Note: This version is actually a combination of the
original second and third chapter (as she really should have been together to
begin with.) The plotting of this one will be different from the version on
ff.net.

A BAD KIND OF LOVE

Part Two: �Deadly Relations�

.o.o.o.

The two weasels sat in the commons area on the deck of the
Falcon. The large airship was on the ground- its landing gear engaged as it
rested calmly in the middle a dusty expanse.

�Nic, I�m not sure how wise this is of you, the Armadillo is
not like us, he�ll never agree to this.� Nack remarked. He crossed his arms.
His expression was a knowing one.

His twin sister smiled, unfazed by his remarks. �You just can�t
see the brilliance of this. I�ve thought this all out and I know how to go
about this.� She replied as she explained.

�Mighty is not that hard to figure out, and I can be very
persuasive when I want something.� She added coolly. A different emotion passed
over her- a sort of confident twinkle in her eyes.

Nack smiled and narrowed his eyes. �So, that�s your angle- I
was wondering when that would come out.� He remarked. �You actually think you
can get inside a guy like him?� Nack asked.

�Don�t get me wrong here- but you�re not his type.�

The sister wrinkled her nose at the remark. �And what type
is that?� she asked.

�They type you aren�t- a nice girl, the
you could take home to mother.� Nack replied with a grin.

Nack added. �You�ll never get to him by trying to get him in
the sack- he�s far too moralistic and na�ve for that to work- probably never
even been with a girl, so anything you through at him would go right past him.�

�You underestimate me bro.� Nic replied. �When I want
something, I get it. And I can be very persuasive if need be.� She added. �And
something tells me that Mighty is in need of some persuading� in more ways then
one.� She added deviously.

�Sorry to burst your bubble, sis, but us guys aren�t quite
THAT simple.� Nack replied defensively� his male pride kicking in.

Nic smiled. �Oh, and I suppose you speak from experience?�
She asked. �If I recall, it didn�t take much more than that bar wench to come
sauntering over to you� almost spilling out of that lacy blouse and you were
ready to talk rates with her.�

�I�m a male- I�ve got needs now and then.� He spoke back.
�Don�t hold it against me for trying enjoy a tumble in
the sheets with a loose girl with a nice pair of tits.�
�
The brother sighed and shook his head, realizing that the
conversation wasn�t going anywhere. �Whatever you think, sis.� Nack replied.
�It�s you�re game anyway- far be it for me to question the rules.�

She got her feet and looked down at him, flashing a toothy
grin and placing her hands on her hips. �I�ve never met a guy who wasn�t a
sucker for a pretty face.� She added with a flick of the wrist.

.o.o.o.

Mighty was standing at the front of the observation deck of
the Falcon Airship. He could see the skyline through the port windows. He
looked at his reflection briefly- seeing the burning pink and orange horizon
through it- and then turned around when he heard someone enter the room.

The door slid open with a familiar swoosh.
He watched Nic step into the open door and saunter over to him. She stopped and
stood next to him. �Nice view?� She asked.

Mighty noticed that she was wearing her
hat again. He nodded. �Yeah, it�s pretty nice.�
He paused and crossed his arms. �Um, listen- I�ve been
thinking about your offer�� he began. He found the sunlight reflecting on her
gave her an eerie glow.

The weasel perked up at this and smiled. She leaned against
the ledge on the port windows. �Well?� she asked calmly, maintaining a
professional attitude the entire time.

He looked over at her. �Okay, I�ll help you out with
whatever it is that you�re doing- just as long as I don�t have to kill anyone.�

She smiled at him, suddenly closing the gap between them in
a few steps. She brushed the palm of her hand against his cheek, causing him to
blush unintentionally. �You won�t have to do anything nasty like that- I
promise.� She told him, leaning in towards him, so close that he could feel her
breath on his lips.

She then released him and stepped back with a smile. �In
fact, I think you�ll find this type of work to be rather rewording in its own
special way.� She told him, resting her hands on her hips and leaning forward
slightly.

The Armadillo�s cheeks reddened from the action. He could
faintly discern the curves of her chest through the fabric of the top she wore.
�Really.� He almost yelped.

.o.o.o.

Nack flipped through the various security feeds in the
control room of the Falcon. He smiled to himself when he came onto the image of
Nic and Mighty in the observation deck. She was really coming on strong, but
the Armadillo just seemed clueless or embarrassed.

�Man, how thick is this guy- maybe he should have spent more
time working the muscles in his head too.� Nack thought to himself. �Maybe he�s
gay�� He thought out loud as he leaned back in his chair.

He turned the screen off and turned around. Eventually Nic
entered the room that he was in. Nack smiled at his sister. �Ya know, I never really thought that he�d be your type.� He
remarked as she perched herself on the edge of the control panel.

She smiled at him, her sharp teeth visible in the dull
light. �That�s the great part, he�s so na�ve and pure- I can mold him into
whatever I need him to be.� She explained, removing her hat and resting it on a
counter nearby.

Nack smiled. �Sure, whatever you say sis.� He replied. �But
if you ask me, I just think you want to have that boy plowing you.� He added
with a laugh. �Big strong guy like that- bet he�s got stamina he doesn�t even
know about.�

Nic blushed faintly- her femininity showing briefly. �Don�t
be vulgar- this is business.� She replied defensively. �Any� side benefits are
just an added bonus.� She told him with a smile.

.o.o.o.

Mighty was lying awake in the cabin he was staying in. He
stared up at the ceiling as he thought things over, going back through the
recent events in his mind. He still couldn�t remember how he got off the island
in the first place.

Then there was the matter of his current situation. As the
old saying goes- necessity makes for strange bedfellow� or something like that.
Scholarly endeavors never really were his strong point.

He then thought about Nic and how she was acting- almost
flirty at times. He sighed. �What have I gotten myself into?�

.o.o.o.

The day was spent mostly prepping
the Falcon for launch and gathering information. By the evening, things were
winding down�

Nic sat on the table, one leg
slung over the other as she tinkered with a small gun in her hands. She was
busy trying to calibrate it for better accuracy and power. Standard laser
pistols tended to be rather sloppy and required some modifications to make them
work better.

She hummed to herself, as she sat
alone in the Commons Room of the Falcon. She was wearing a pair of special
glasses to see the parts of the gun better. She pushed back the brim of her
hat, brushing a few strands of dark purple hair out of the way in the process.

She inserted the new power cell
into it. The object was a metal cylinder with a smooth flat base on one end and
a narrowing point on the other end, where it connected with the internal
systems of the weapon. There was a small section that bore it production mark,
indicating that it was a weapons-grade power cell.

She turned on the gun and whipped
her arm around, pointing it at the figure that had just entered the room.

Mighty jerked back at the gun
being aimed at him, but Nic simply smiled and him and lowered the weapon.
�Sorry, you snuck up on me- I have to be really alert in this line of
business.� She explained and then set the gun down.

Mighty nodded and walked over to
her, she motioned for him to take a seat but he declined. �Nic, I�d like to
know something.� He began.

The female weasel smiled and him
and turned around to lean more towards him. �Sure, what?� she asked him
smoothly.

Mighty wiped his forehead- the
truth was that Nic made him nervous. It wasn�t like dealing with her brother,
he could handle Nack effortlessly, but she was a different story. Nic was
shrewd and cunning and made sure that you never quite knew what her real agenda
was.

�Tell me about this mission that
you need my help with?� He finally asked her. He had never really had much
experience dealing with girls. The only female that he spent
much time with Julie-Su (and as she was already �with� Knuckles, it made things
much simpler.)

Nic sighed, observing his
tenseness. She looked him over before she finally spoke. �Mighty, you don�t
have to be so uptight around me- I�m not going to hurt you, you can at least
trust me- we�ve worked together before.� She offered.

Mighty decided
to sit down. �Alright,� he replied with
a slight smile, he relaxed and then looked back up at her in expectation.

She smiled. �That�s better.� She
remarked. �A client has asked us to retrieve a priceless relic from an
abandoned temple on a small island in the south sea.� She explained. �Locals
won�t go there cause of some sort of curse nonsense, so we should be able to go
in without interference.�
Mighty nodded. �Why hasn�t anyone else gone after this relic before now?�
She smiled at him, adjusting her
hat. �That�s because previous expeditions have never succeeded in finding the
temple- or at least not coming back alive.� She explained.

�And what makes you think we�ll
have better luck?� Mighty asked, suddenly finding himself alarmed again. He
watched her set a glass down in front of him. He took the cup from her and took
a sip from it.

Nic smiled affectionately at him.
�We�ve recently �acquired� some maps of the island that we believe are from a
legitimate source. We�ve matched them up with overhead shots of the island and
we think we can find it.�

He flinched at the strong taste-
realizing it must be some sort of liquor. �So where do I come in?� Might asked,
taking another sip of the heady drink- hoping it would take the edge off.

Nic noted his cheeks were flushed
slightly and smiled inwardly. �You�re gonna break us
into that temple- with our experience and gear and your strength, it�ll be a
breeze.�

Mighty downed the drink and
smiled. �Yeah, okay- sounds good to me.� He remarked and stood up. He held out
his arms and yawned. As he stretched, countless lean muscles flexed, showing
off his build beneath a thin covering of shiny black fur.

Nic blushed slightly at the sight
of his black fur shifting as he stretched. She figured that he must have gotten
a slight buzz from the drink that she gave him� not that she minding the
�show�!

He lowered his arms and looked
back at her with a smile. �That stuff you gave me,� he began as he sat back
down. �It�s pretty strong- good stuff though.� He added with a smiled and rest
one elbow on the table.

He stood up again and looked
around. �Um, is this what it�s like to get drunk?� He asked unsteadily.

Nic looked at him incredulously.
�You mean you�ve never been drunk before?� She asked, walking over to him. She
glanced down, noting the defined muscled in his back and his legs� not to
mention his �tail�.

Mighty turned around and smiled at
her. �No, I�m always the nice guy of the group- Vector and Espio
probably put down some drinks� I don�t think Knux or
Julie do though.� He added. �But when you�re me- you have to play by the
rules.� He pouted, sitting down.

Nic placed her hands on his shoulders,
resting them there. To her surprise, he didn�t try to brush her away. He sat
there and smiled.

�Well Mighty,
you�re with me- you can do whatever you want.� She told him slyly.

The armadillo smiled. �I think I want another drink.� He remarked, giving
her a very cute smile as he looked over he shoulder at her.

The weasel smiled and downed her
cup quickly. �No problem handsome.� She replied and filled his cup again- her
cheeks now slightly flushed.

Mighty accepted the glass and took
a sip from it. �Thanks.� He replied, looking up at her. �You know�� He began to
say. �You know, I�m not like most people think.�

Nic smiled and pulled up a chair
in front of him, pouring herself another drink. �I can believe that.� She
replied.

Mighty, urged on by the drink,
began to speak again. �Most people look at me and think �nice guy, strong as
hell but not too bright.� He began. �But I�m not just the Chaotix�
strongman.� He blurted out.

She watched him as he took another
drink. �You know what I mean- you�re a weasel.�

Nic was quiet for a moment.
�Explain.� She said, refilling her glass. Honestly, she was feeling a little
warm, and was not totally certain it was completely from the liquor.

�You know how people think that
just because you�re a weasel, that you can�t be trusted?� He asked. �Well, when
you�re an armadillo, they all think you all brawn and no brains.�

Nic smiled warmly. �What do you
think about weasels?� she asked him.

Mighty smiled airily. �Um� Nack�s a jerk� but you�re
alright, I think I can trust you.� He added. ��I know you don�t want me to know
this, but you can be kind of nice.�

Nic was taken back by this, but
smiled back at him demurely. �You know, Mighty, you�re
a really sweet guy.�

He sighed glumly. �That�s what I
hear a lot.� He replied. �But- it would be nice if I could find someone to
settle down with and maybe do some writing.� Mighty explained
in a slightly goofy tone of voice.

Nic finished her drink and looked
at him with a serious expression. �Mighty, I�m sure any girl who ends up with
you will be very happy.�

He arched his brow and looked at
her. �Really, like who�d be interested in me?� He asked, not really sure what
he was even trying to ask.

Nic leaned in close to him and
smiled, showing off her sharp teeth to him. Her long slender snout brushed
against his round face. He gulped.

��Um, Nic?� He began. He found it really hard to concentrate with her
lithe body up against him and her hot breath on his face.

She made a shushing sound and
moved in, brushing her lips against his, tilting a little to the side, so their
noses didn�t press into each other.

The Armadillo gasped, feeling her
sharp teeth brush against his lips as she kissed him roughly. She pulled back
enough so that their eyes met. ��we can continue in my room if you like?�

(- End of Chapter 2 -)

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