"Then here's the obvious question: why're you with him
then? I don't think the trade off from bubbly blonde to broading
bastard is too much of a change."

The lime-hued cat rolled his eyes. "There is a
difference. Roll is right out boring. She never leaves the house
except for groceries and retrival purposes. Pran, an, on the
other hand, is always moving, never stopping for more than a few
days. It's an adventure to see the world like that."

"Oh my god. The flea bag's getting turned on."
Gospel made a face and rolled over onto his side, facing away
from Tango. "I can't see why. He's not even strong
enough to take Bass on, let along dominate him. What's the point
of following a man like that?"

"Hey!" Tango hissed, arching up; the
sawblades on his back rose like hairs when challenged. "Someday
you'll eat those words."

el lel lifted his head, eyeing his feline companion with a
languid air. "Yeah right. Bass is much more clever than
that scarf boy. There is no way he'd ever submit to
Protoman."

~ : ~ : ~ : ~ : ~

Forte moaned in protest and delight as his back touched his
lover's chest, letting his arms slip behind to grasp Blues'
waist. There was a kind of vulnerable feeling to this exposure,
but he would live with it if it led to him getting what he
wanted. His head fell back onto the elder's shoulder with a
hitched sigh as Blues splayed his hands on the Wily bot's thighs.

Blues smiled briefly. It was Forte's turn to know how the
maroon robot had felt when he was left suspended in their games.
His fingers lightly skimmed the insides of the darker thighs,
never letting them touch where Forte wanted them to... and it was
quite obvious to where Forte wanted them. Blues trailed them
upwards, quivering flesh left in their wake. His right arm
circled around Forte's waist, holding him still as the other
whispered othe the center of the Wily bot's breast plate and
caressed the vulnerable skin of his neck before sliding over to
cover Forte's shoulder. Blues leaned over and kissed the spot
where the purple scar stopped so suddenly, speaking as quiet as a
dream would.

"This is a fantasy I've had since you started this
ongoing experience, after thinking over your proposal many times
in my mind. It gave way to so many images..." he chuckled
lowly, "and I said yes. You took me in every way possible
cle clearly showed who topped the ranks... On my back, my
stomach, on all fours, against a tree, in open spaces, *in* a
tree, in the inner city-- ...we need to do /that/ one again--
behind waterfalls, on top of warm rocks like two lazy snakes
slithering over each other in a mating dance."

Forte was literally writhering in Blues' grasp, mewling in
unabided passion in recollection of past meetings. "But you
always had me against something, so this time, the rules will be
different... and you will want it."

"Yesss..."

The kagemusha fe flu flutter of victory and pride swell up in
his mind at the very word. This was more than perfect; it was
bliss... and Forte was falling into his web of lust, just as he
had.

Now it was time for things to get interesting. Blues pulled
Forte tighter against him, making sure the ebony robot was
straddling his thighs and Forte's own legs spread open.

Forte himself was trying to recollect his cool, despite his
need at the moment. His breathing was beginning level out, but
suddenly hitched as Blues splayed his hand out on his abdomen,
just out of reach... The eldest robot whispered something in his
ear about how this had been a long time coming. Forte could only
groan loudly, his handsome features contorting to match the
torture'ssenssense. It was painful, but he knew it'd be well
worth it.

~ : ~ : ~ : ~ : ~

Dark blue eyes narrowed in anger above the pair, frozen behind
his net of foliage. They were pinned on one in particular, irises
flicking red within the rage to see the pleasure drawn on his
face.. but the sight was undeniably sensual. I'll deal with
you soon enough, but I want to see how long you can go for...

He hned silently; it was suprising that Blues had yet to
detect him... or maybe he had and was playing it out like he
didn't. The maroon robot was complex like that... That and whole
lot more. Hell, he was as close to Blues as Blues would let
someone, which wasn't saying much, mind you... Not that he
minded, but, it did hurt a little.

Although, seeing them together (especially like they were now)
filled the small glade with an erotic presense that intoxicated
the vital fluids. He was half tempted to drop down and whisk away
the one that had stolen his heart... or at least his libido. But
instead, he opted to keep watching and relieve his own want
later. Besides, there was a sound he wanted to hear as the hand
on Forte's chest finally drifted downwards...

~ : ~ : ~ : ~ : ~

Forte let loose a solid cry into the trees, startling a few
animals nearby. His fingers dug harder into his lover's hips as a
thought fleeted across his mind. Oh kami, yes... I'm
definitely letting him get the top more often.... /after/ he
fights for it. He thrust into Blues' hand earnestly, riding
it out like he normally did with the body behind him.

Blues, however, let Forte handle himself while he entertained
in other things. His hips moved with the cobra's, determined to
reap his rewards in a method unlike how Forte had in the past.
But Forte chose then to turn his head towards the enigmatic,
whispering, "Work with me here, old man. I'll car care of
you if you finish me off."

"....Deal." Of course, this left open a greater
opportunity on one of their later trists...

Blues stilled and pulled Forte as close to him as possible,
sparing the slightly parted lips a chase kiss, though Bass
insisted on more. The crested robot kept it in his power to make
sure those lips remained on his; it was a precaution taken on his
part to keep himself from flipping the maroon robot onto his back
and just finishing it there.

But after a moment, it didn't matter. Forte was panting
harshly and squirming around with the desperation of a dying man.
His fingers dug into Blues' hips with no remorse as his nerve
center grew white hot and everything bu del deliciously. Then,
for one brief moment, the world stood still.

"Y'alright?"

"Oh damn, just fine." Forte smirked. "Ah, maybe
there's something mto tto these handjob things than extra
work."

Blues chuckled and hauled the lax Forte into a better sitting
position. "Don't you dare be getting lazy on me, Bass. You
have a promise to keep."

"Heh. Indeed I do." Forte turned to face the
kagemusha and put a hand on his chest. "Lay back, old
man."

The elder bot snorted. "I tend to hear that a lot from
you." But Blues complied and again found himself on his
back, Forte towering over him. The cobra crested bot traced the
line of Blues' hip, frowning at the fingertip-sized bruises
there. "Oops."

"I've have worse. Just forget about it."

But Forte couldn't. Not really. He arched down, blonde hair
whispering over Blues thighs as he kissed the dark marks in
apology, but it wasn't long before he got to what he wanted..

~ : ~ : ~ : ~ : ~

"I *told* you, pretty kitty. Bass will never let that
damn shadow slinker top him."

Tango hissed at the wolf. &;Yea;Yeah right! I say that if
we got here earlier, we would've seen something."

"Keep dreaming."

Having checked up on their charges like Tango had wanted to do
for the last five minutes, Gospel was all but ready to get back
to his nap--- "Wait, do you smell that?"

"All I smell are trees and squirrels," said
the cat sulkily. "Let's go .&qu."

"But it smells like--"

"--too much nature."

Gospel snorted and dismissed it, deciding that sleeping was a
better solution if investigation was gonna give him a headache
from the cat's mindless dribble. On the other hand, Tango looked
up into thenchenches. {You're a fool... but I can't blame you.}

~ : ~ : ~ : ~ : ~

Blues pushed himself off the ground, face drawn tight in
pleasure and pain. There was always a masochistic desire to allow
his younger brother to swallow him whole. Forte knew how to
manipulate the plates and muscle tissue in his throat and he did
it well. Too bad air was a factor...

The original bioroid sucked in a ragged breath, slitting his
eyes open to stare off into the distance.. but t bro brown irises
didn't get far.

Something blue shimmered in the sunlight dripping through the
leaves, caughting his attention. It was definitely not the sky
above. Metallic blue led to an indistincted green and blue eyes
full of anger and lust. Oh no.

But, the fact that someone had watched them, was still
watching them, was a perplexing turn-on. Blues squinted one eye
and kept the other on the audience as tnsidnsides of his body
coiled around and snapped.

When the spots cleared up, the on-looker had disappeared, only
to be replaced by the devilishly handsome face that had just
brought him over the edge. One last kiss was spared- Blues could
taste the difference between this one and the last one- before
both wiped themselves and each other off and recalled their
armor.

"Well I'll be damned. If this isn't the first time no one
was fucked."

Blues chuckled as he readjusted the scarf around his neck.
"The first time /I/ wasn't fucked, Forte. Keep it
straight."

Forte smiled lazily. "If I did that, I'd be out picking
up human chicks off the corner of Cedar and O'Reilly."

"True... Anyway, I need to go meet someone. See you
later?"

"Hn, preferably in the next five hours," said the
ebony bot with a wink."

"No such luck, Otoutosan." And with that, he
whistled for Tango, who came bounding happily out of the bushes,
with Gospel in his wake. The green cat instantly made himself
comfortable in the crook of Blues' arm. t;Jat;Ja, Kobura."

When the other's back was turned, Forte frowned, ignoring
Gospel's insistance to pay attention to the wolf instead of
Blues' behind. Yeah... Ja, Kage.

~ : ~ : ~ : ~ : ~

"How much did you see?"

"Enough."

"Approximately, where did you come in?"

"A moment or two before you flipped him."

"....Upset?"

Arms fold. "To be honest... yes. Why do you keep doing
it?"

A shake of the head. "He was my first, Dryad. It's.... I
don't know. I guess I stay with him like this... because there's
still so much to learn."

"That's bull. Something's holding you to him and I would
like to know what it is."

"....I can't tell you."

"But why?!"

"Because you wouldn't understand." A sneer.
"Nobody would. No one knows what the hell is going on
anymore... and I'm just trying to keep heads above water before
this boat sinks. There's gonna be another war, one that won't be
just two doctors fighting for dominance, but it'll include the
whole fucking world.... It's too late."

"It's about that blonde robot Wily's making, isn't
it.."

"Yeah."

A sigh. "This is not your war, you know."

"But I started it. I'm the prototype for the living robot
and the foundation of the robots that Light first made. It's not
my war, but it's my problem and I will right the wrongs that I
made."

"Well, if you're so bent on saving the world beside your
brother... I have no quipes." A sly grin. "Hn.
Although, as much as I don't want to, I admit that you two are
absolutely breath-taking together."

Cheeks flush. "Um, thanks?"

"What a way to change the subject. Are you /trying/ to
make me look like a tomato?"

"Maybe." Suckles on the exposed neck. "Matches
the armor."

Small moan. "You knou bou boundaries...."

Sadly. "I know... I know, but I just want you to sing.
Sing for me, Nightingale, just sing."

I don't follow any human orders and I try not to follow the
orders my peers give me... but I can't help it.

My voice, I've been told, can bring anyone to their knees
in intimidation. But that's only where the world can see me. When
its eye closes, I sing.

No words; I have nothing to say. Only a tune I play. The
notes are too sharp to come from any instrument, people would
say, but all music comes from a device. Mine's just embedded,
right under the mechanical larynx...

But I digress. I choose who and what I want to love and
they have heard me sing. I guess it's a bit intoxicating,
addictive, a lullaby... I don't know. Rock's fallen asleep to it,
as has Tango, and.... well let's just say my lover finds it
fascinating and likes inching it out every other night.

Or as best as he can. I still haven't let him do the more
intimate things I let Forte do. He says he understands, but I
wonder. Does he really? How much does my dryad understand the
complications this all leads up to? .... Once Wily's gone, I'll
fix everything and let him do as he pleases.

When did I lose my resolution?

... signing off.

:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:

Blues closed the notepad program, saving it as the date, and
turned off the computer. He drew his knees up to his chest,
letting his head sag into his arms where the dark always
protected its kagemusha.

And he cried.

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^_^ I'm done! Am I cruel or what? ....... *pokes the story*
0.o;;;; Man, what've I done? I dunno where I'm going with this
anymore. x.X It even has a semi-plot now! Where did I go wrong?!