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The Agony of Defeat	By : MoonlightSilver Category: +M through R > Mega Man Views: 3224 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Agony of Defeat
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The Agony of Defeat
by
Moonlight Silver

Summary: After Wily wins the war,
one prisoner tries desperately to not give in. However, it is not made easy for
him... AU, some Forte x Rock.

Contains: M/M,
Slash, Humil, Torture, Bondage, Slave, Anal, Oral,
and more stuff I probably don’t know about. Also, unless a
character says their name, I will use the shortened version of a
character’s name. For example: Elec Man = Elec.
Good? Read on.

            No
one was exactly sure when Dr. Albert Wily won the war. All people know was that
one day, he challenged Rockman Light to a battle at
Skull Fortress. Despite the obvious implications that it was a trap, Rock went
anyways. And that was when it happened. Not long afterwards, Wily was flying
around inside his saucer with his robot armies, cackling madly about victory.
When he attacked, no one came to help. It was assumed that Rock had finally
been defeated.
            Blues
disappeared into regions unknown, afterwards. The rest of Dr. Light’s
family was either captured or killed. After that, Wily finally had the world
all for himself. After many hard years of being handed defeat, he had finally
won and fulfilled his one dream.
            There
was no denying that Wily was a tyrant. He was cruel to all of the people in the
world, and not just those that tried to fight. There were rebel groups, yes.
However, they were not very effective. But they were a constant thorn in
Wily’s side. As long as some people wished to overthrow him and openly
fought, he didn’t have complete control. He feared that.
            All
it takes is one person to fight. No matter how hard the temptation to give in,
the ones that truly believe will leave their mark and continue the battle.

***

            He
winced, feeling the chains biting into his arms. The robot was unsure how long
he had been locked up, having stopped keeping track of time long ago. It could
have been two months, or two decades. Either way, he was sick of living chained
up. The robot was currently inside a dungeon; exactly where, he didn’t
know, but he knew that it was in a Skull Fortress somewhere.
            The
dungeon wasn’t very well kept. At night, the moonlight shone through the
one window there, illuminating the prisoner’s face. The prisoner’s
large blue eyes were reflected, and one could see the pain, sorrow, and the
defeated expression on his face. The entire time, he had wondered how this
could happen to him; how he had been defeated but not killed. He had been
laying there, arms chained to the walls, ever since he had finally been captured.
            “I
hate this...” he murmured softly, tired of what was happening. Had his
arms been free, he would have tried to kill himself. Anything to end the agony
he was in. He continued sitting there silently until he heard the cell door
open for the first time since his capture. Glancing up, his eyes widened in
surprise.
            “Good
evening, Rockman.”
            Rock’s
eyes widened as the figure stalked over to him. “Forte!” he gasped
in surprise. Wily’s second-in-command smirked at him as he stood over
Rock, leering down at him. Rock flinched slightly at the odd look in
Forte’s ruby eyes and turned his head away. Forte sat down next to him
and stroked his cheek lightly. Rock shivered, but he didn’t respond at
all.
            “I’m
the reason you’re still alive, Rockman,”
the ebony robot said. “You should be thanking me.” Forte continued
stroking Rock’s cheek, as he watched the other’s face for reaction.
“When will you thank me?”
            “Like
I’ll ever say ‘thank you’ to you,” growled Rock. Forte
gave a cold laugh at this response.
            “My
dear Rockman, I didn’t mean that! No... I want
you to thank me another way.” Forte’s hand slowly began caressing
Rock’s neck. Rock didn’t make any movement, although his eyes had
widened in horror. If Forte’s current actions were any indication, then
Rock knew exactly what Forte wanted as thanks.
            “No.
I’d rather die than let that happen.” He flinched as Forte laughed
coldly again. The hand stopped caressing him, and instead grabbed his chin and
twisted his head so that Rock was forced to look straight into the Wily
bot’s ruby red eyes.
            An
evil glint shone in the eyes as Forte smirked at him. “Fight, Rockman, fight. The longer you fight, the more rewarding
it’ll be when you finally break. And when you break... you’ll be mine forever.” Rock winced; Forte’s fingers were
starting to crush his chin. Forte noticed the wince, and loosened his grip
slightly. Not much, but enough so that it didn’t hurt as much.
            “How
about I give you a small sample?”
            Rock
struggled as Forte shoved him up against the dungeon wall roughly and gave him
a harsh, heated kiss. Rock gave a soft whimper as he tried to break free, but
Forte’s much larger and heavier body pinned him down. The black robot bit
the other’s lip, making his mouth open, before exploring Rock’s mouth.
Forte held him there for a minute, savoring the kiss, before releasing him and
standing up.
            “I’ll
be back.” With that, the black robot walked out of the dungeon and
slammed the cell door shut again. Rock gasped for breath, not believing what
had just happened. He had just been kissed by his enemy. Why, he didn’t
know. But Forte’s intentions had spooked him. Not because of what had
just happened. But because he, Rock Light, had enjoyed it.

***

            Rock
sneezed slightly. The air outside the dungeon had grown chillingly cold, and
the window and the walls did not help in keeping the cold air out. Despite
being a robot, he was not immune to illnesses. He curled himself up into a ball
in an effort to keep himself warm. It didn’t work. The cold kept entering
his body, making him dizzy. He felt the oncoming warmth of unconsciousness, and
welcomed it.
            A
pair of ruby red eyes watched as Rock fell into dreamland. A dark smile played
on his lips as Forte once again opened the cell door and stepped inside. He
frowned, feeling the cold air. No wonder the boy had passed out. He reached out
and flipped Rock over gazing at his thin form carefully. Rock’s body was
unusually warm and feverish, and Forte knew that the boy wouldn’t last
longer if he stayed. He unlocked the chains, scooped Rock up, and walked away.
            Forte
placed Rock down on the bed and watched him. He wanted him badly, very badly,
but he knew that he had to heal Rock first. In his present condition, the boy was
in no condition to be subjected to that. Deciding to keep Rock unmarked until
he was healthy again, he sat down and began run his fingers through
Rock’s hair absentmindedly, thinking.
            It
had taken all of his persuasive power for him to get Wily to allow Rock to
live. Wily hadn’t been very happy with the idea, since Forte refused to
tell him why he wanted Rock alive, but had given in to Forte’s demands
and locked the robot up instead of killing him. Two months later, when Wily had
the world under his fist, Forte had visited Rock, not surprised to find the boy
upset and uncooperative. But by the way he had been pouting, Rock might as well
have been screaming to be kissed. Forte, unable to resist had given him a kiss,
and had been immensely pleased when he realized that Rock had been enjoying it.
            Ever
since then, he had been watching Rock occasionally. The boy would do nothing
but sit there and mope, his eyes sad, making Forte want to take him right there
and then, but the black robot had forced himself to wait. However, when he saw
Rock faint from the weather, he had hastened to get the robot out of there and
move him to more proper conditions. Phase 1 and Phase 2 of his plans had gone
perfectly. Now, he had to do Phase 3, making Rock his.

***

            Rock
came back into the world of consciousness, blinking confusedly. He was no
longer in the cold dungeon, but was lying on his side on a bed with a pillow
underneath his head and a warm blanket wrapped around his body. Someone was
stroking his hair. It felt good, soothing almost. He shifted slightly, and then
felt the fingers stop and cup his cheek.
            “I
see you decided to wake up.”
            He’d
recognize that cold voice anywhere. Forte! Instinctively, Rock tried to get up,
but his weakened and fevered body collapsed back down. He nearly flinched when
he felt Forte gently slap his cheek.
            “You’re
not strong enough to get up yet, Rockman. I
wouldn’t try anything if I were you.”
            Rock
sighed, and continued to lie down on the bed. Even if it was Forte he was
trapped with, the ebony robot hadn’t really done anything to him since
his capture (besides kissing him, but Rock’s mind quickly threw that
out), and he knew that Forte wouldn’t do anything to him in his weakened
state.
            Forte
flipped him over, so that Rock was now lying on his back, and studied the boy.
Even though robots didn’t need to eat to survive, they were still able to
feel the affects of not eating, and Rock was severely malnourished. The boy was
incredibly skinny from the malnutrition, making his already large blue eyes
seem even larger. His skin was still warm and feverish, though not nearly as
bad as it had been before. That was a good sign. That meant Rock was getting
better. He would still have to wait a few days to do what he wanted, but he had
been waiting for a few months already. A few more days wouldn’t matter.

***

            “Hello,
old man,” Forte called, sauntering over to Wily who was standing by a
computer screen, glaring at it. “What’s going on today?”
            Wily
frowned, though not at Forte. “Dealing with a rebel group.
This one’s got spunk at least, and not as stupid and obvious as the other
ones. But what do you want? You never bother me unless you want
something.”
            “I
was just thinking... we all did this for you. Shouldn’t we get something
in return?” Forte asked. Wily stared at him.
            “If
you think I’m going to make you the leader –” Wily started
angrily, but Forte cut him off.
            “No,
no... I had something much smaller in mind. Maybe an upgrade
or two, or perhaps... a slave from amongst the people?” Forte
suggested. That had been his idea. Not only would the Robot Masters be pleased
with having a slave to control, but he would have total power over Rock.
Complete dominance of the enemy. Rock would be forced to do whatever he wanted,
and Forte would have the grounds to punish him if the boy disobeyed or resisted
in any way.
            Wily
watched him carefully. Then he said, “You are right. Maybe you all
deserve something for your loyalty. I’ll get the troops to round up all
of the humans and robots, and you all can pick whoever you want as your
slave.” He was about to turn around and get back to whatever he was doing
when he heard Forte speaking again.
            “I
have already chosen my slave.”
            Wily
blinked. “You have? Who is it?” he asked, even though he had an
idea as to what Forte was going to say.
            “Yes.
Rockman.”

No, this is not a one-shot. I
promise I’ll try to continue it, but sometimes real life can get in the
way... the hardcore stuff is coming later, don’t worry!
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