(A)bort, (R)etry, (F)ail? Pt. 1: Reconfiguration | By : Gimp666 Category: +M through R > Mega Man Views: 3876 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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(A)BORT, (R)ETRY, (F)AIL?
PART ONE: RECONFIGURATION
A/N: Okay! Things finally start picking up again in this chap. This is actually two chapters, but I didn’t want to break it up and make you wait longer, so I stuck them both in together, subsequently making this a bit of a long chapter. ._.;
I got a promotion that sadly doesn’t involve a pay raise (*cri*) so now I am a little less stressed and upset all the time, but also a lot busier. It’s going to have a massive effect on the amount of stuff I get done while at work from here on out XD;;; I’ll do my best.
I just wanted to really thank everyone who’s been dropping reviews, and all the nice people who let me know that there are actually a lot more readers than I thought XD I’m very flattered. Thank you Popcorn Oracle, for the very massive, in depth review, it really made my day. <3
Anon: What is your favourite fic? I’ve actually been looking for something to read, I’d like to check the fic out XD
Dracozombie: Actually, I do remember you from DA. How have you been?
Moonlight Silver: I can assure you safely that Light is not going to turn Gospel into X XD;;; that would just be creepy. Oh, and the sibling thing you mentioned was because I wasn’t paying attention when I edited this XD;;
Anyway, thanks again, please keep up with the reviews guys! On with the story. .-.
Get not your friends by bare compliments, but by giving them sensible tokens of your love.
~Socrates
Chapter Eleven – For Better or Worse
The sun was hot on their faces as Forte led Rock through the downtown district toward the theatre. Summer was in full tilt now, and even then, at just past seven in the evening it was still hot out. Forte sighed, looking forward to the sun setting with a petulant glare. The heat made him tired and lazy, and reminded him harshly of the lack of sleep he’d had as of late. He stepped wide, to avoid walking into a hydrant, then winced as Rock hit it head on, knee jarring into a bolt rather hard. Oops. He’d forgotten about the Light bot again. That couldn’t have felt very nice.
Rock turned his face slightly to the left of the taller boy and frowned. “Ouch! Forte, you’re really bad at this game!” He almost walked off the edge of the curb and grabbed onto his arm tightly, groaning audibly.
Forte imagined there was an angry gaze to go along with it under the blindfold he’d stuffed on Rock’s head a block or so back. Since then, he’d run Rock into a telephone pole, a tree branch, and now the fire hydrant. He could only hope that the bruises Rock was sure to get from being walked full pace into miscellaneous objects wouldn’t appear until tomorrow.
Forte couldn’t help but feel a little amused at that. Why Rock thought he would be good at a game named “Trust” was beyond him. Given his track record it could hardly come as a surprise. He walked him across the street cautiously, and sighed. “Rock, you should know this isn’t my strong point. I’m doing my best here!”
Rock sighed dramatically, holding in a reprimand for the time being, and nearly walked into a businessman, complete with briefcase and tie. Forte steered him out of the way at the last second, and it was such a close call that the tie brushed lightly against Rock’s cheek. He frowned again at the almost phantom touch. “I felt that.”
Forte waved him off impatiently. Rock didn’t see it, but that was probably for the best. “Right, right. Details. I’ll get you there in one piece, promise. Just be a little more patient, or you’ll ruin the surprise. We’re almost there, then you can take it off, alright?” He steered Rock through the crowd with more care, he really was trying, and he was pretty sure Rock would stop being so good-natured about his little head on collisions if he kept on having them.
Rock grinned at him cutely, going where Forte led him passively and trying to hide his mounting excitement. “For better or worse, right?” He made a small arc as Forte turned him and came to a sharp stop in front of wherever they had been headed. It was quieter here, they must have turned off the sidewalk and stopped near an entrance to somewhere.
“For better or worse. Hopefully for the former.” Forte crouched down, back to Rock, so his back pressed lightly against the boy. “Now get on, I’ll probably kill you if I try to lead you up the stairs.” Rock obliged, climbing on the taller boy’s back, and hugged tight as Forte went up the winding steps of the theatre, carrying him on his back.
Forte looked around slowly as they went, smugly confident that Rock had no idea whatsoever where they were. In fact, he was almost sure of it. Rock had never had much of a poker face, and had never been very good at hiding how he felt. He was the proverbial open book, and right now he looked utterly clueless. His excitement was likely due more to curiosity than anything.
He had managed to snag them balcony seats with the extra money Light had given him. Unsurprisingly – at least to him – the sales on the performance were low, and they had already dropped the prices substantially by time Forte had gone to pick them up earlier that afternoon. Keeping Rock from following him to the ticket booth had proven to be the hardest part. Rock was apt to follow Forte anywhere lately, and he couldn’t slip off without a good excuse. However, a few small white lies later and he’d had them stuffed in his back pocket. Now he could consider himself financially square with the older robot, and he sighed with relief.
He stepped into their balcony and set Rock down carefully, slipping the blindfold off. “Well? Tell me I’m not cool.” He leaned back on the balcony railing, grinning a little despite himself, when he noted two things. The first, as Rock’s face lit up with delight, was that the older boy wasn’t that bad after all, and that he’d actually come to like him over the past few weeks. Maybe a little more than he should. The other was that Rock was a rather strong hugger, and that he probably shouldn’t have chosen the railing as his leaning post.
He grunted as the shorter boy’s weight collided with him, sure he managed not to tumble over the side out of sheer dumb luck. Better for the people below them than him, really, he was pretty damned heavy. “I take it you like it, then?” He couldn’t wipe the smirk off his face for anything now, it was plastered there, come what may.
“Oh, Forte! I…I…” Rock lilted, struggling for something to say. “How did you know? This… You are cool! You’re so cool!” He squealed throwing his arms around him tighter, and practically bounced, planting a kiss firmly on his lips.
Forte stared at the older boy blankly. Oookay… he had been right there on the same page as Rock up until being called cool. That he could have predicted, and he really was cool. He hadn’t, however, planned on being kissed. Nope. That hadn’t been part of the game plan. He stared at Rock, unsure of what to say. He thought well enough of the boy, but he needed to mull over whether or not kissing was acceptable behaviour for awhile before touching that one with a twenty foot pole.
“Easy there, or you’ll break me all over again.” He gave Rock a firm pat on the head, ignoring what happened for the time being, it would give him something to pour over while he pretended to watch the stupid play. That was probably all the time he needed, he wasn’t much of a long term thinker. Part of him had already made up its mind about the matter, but it was just so… awkward. This was definitely not something to rush into, so he would have to try his best not to.
Rock grinned back at him, looking very grateful, deep colour rising high on his cheeks as he blushed fiercely. “Sorry, sometimes I just get so excited that I can’t control myself!” He thought that over for a second, then blushed more. “I mean… Oh, I don’t even know what I mean! This is so exciting! I’ve always wanted to come here, but it’s so expensive. Is that why you worked so much for my father?”
He was changing the subject. Forte mused on that for a moment or two, then decided to let him. It was probably better for them both, for now at least. So apparently Rock realized how delicate the situation was too. That was a good thing, they were both keyed up and things could easily slip out of control.
“Yeah.” He muttered lamely, then added, “I saw you looking at that poster in the arcade. You know, by the racing simulator you like so damned much.” The lights were starting to dim and he broke from Rock, taking his seat and glancing at his face as the shadow hid most of it. “Better sit down or you’re going to miss the show.”
Rock sat next to him deftly and smiled at him, eyes especially bright with excitement. In the faded light, they reminded him of a pair of sapphires. He settled back in his chair finally when the play started and a tall, blonde woman stepped on center stage. Forte found he momentarily liked plays as she pulled her arms up over her head, breasts heaving and threatening to come over the top of the low cut dress she was costumed in. Then she opened her mouth and he took it all back.
Opera. It just had to be opera.
He sunk back in his chair, draped over it more than sitting in it, so the back of his head rested against the top of the theatre seat. He stayed that way for awhile, drowning out the noise with deep reflective thought as his mind tried to get a firm grasp on what had just happened.
Did Rock have any idea of what the implications of kissing him like that had been?
He knew Rock was naïve at times, but something told him the boy knew exactly what it meant, and more importantly, he knew what he was doing when he did it. Maybe it was the apologetic way he kept looking at the taller robot afterward, or the bright blush marking his cheeks even now. Whatever it was, he knew Rock was in no way oblivious to what he had just done. His embarrassment may actually have been from the way Forte had skirted around the issue.
That solved, he turned to the other matter at hand – how did he feel about it?
That… was a much trickier question. He found he really didn’t mind as much as he thought he would. A few months prior, he likely would have been disgusted at the thought, and even more likely would have used it to exploit Rock in some way. But those days were in the past, and he had to accept that things had changed. They had changed, and he now couldn’t go back to the way things had been before, no matter how badly he wanted them to. It was a permanent change.
That brought him to the last major thing bothering him. Just how much had they changed?
Finding out he actually enjoyed Rock’s company and was starting to think of him as a friend had been shocking enough, he wasn’t sure he was ready for another surprise like this. He wasn’t sure how ready he was to admit that he’d noticed Rock lately, that he’d even caught himself checking him out one day earlier this week, when he’d been half dressed and bent over his drawer, looking for a shirt. Still…
He slid down his chair further. Was there really any point in denying it? He had developed some sort of feelings for Rock, he wasn’t sure if they were of the romantic flavour or not, but they were definitely of the physical attraction assortment. Something had changed, and those feelings could turn to something else very soon, develop into something more… intimate.
This was where the problem end of how badly things had changed surfaced. Did he really want to miss the boat on this one? He wasn’t good with emotions, especially something like this, but he’d have to be pretty damned stupid to see that this could be a very Good Thing. This might be his last chance to fill that void in him that had formed since he’d lost Gospel. Did he want to lose that chance all because he didn’t have the balls to just go with it?
On the other hand, he could also be making a very Big Mistake, possibly the most important one of his life. Did he want to jump on that same boat and watch it capsize a month or two down the road? Where would he be then? Homeless. Friendless. Alone. Vulnerable. He didn’t want any of those. He missed Gospel a lot… for all he knew, this could just be a by product of that sense of loss he was feeling. Hell, he didn’t know, he wasn’t a bloody psychologist, and he wasn’t about to go to Tom about it. That would be awkward.
He let out a slow sigh. Why was he even worrying about it? Here he was, worrying about how he might feel about Rock in the future and trying to forecast their potential relationship when he wasn’t even sure what he actually felt yet. That was typical of him. He knew what he felt, at least to a degree, but he just hadn’t given any real thought to it. He had been so wrapped up in the daily coming and goings that he hadn’t allowed himself the chance to really sit and think about where he sat with Rock. At least, not until now.
Now that he was giving himself the chance, he decided it really wasn’t surprising that he felt the way he did. And even less surprising that Rock had developed similar feelings in return. They had been hanging around each other a lot, and Rock was so clearly gay that a legally blind person could spot it. He wondered how rejected Rock felt after his reaction. He hadn’t handled that very well, thinking back on it. In fact, he had all but run away from the situation. He cursed himself bitterly for being so callus.
He slid further, eyes dangerously close to slipping shut and shipping him off to dreamland, and he pushed off the ground with his feet before he fell right out of his chair, sitting up straight and looking over at Rock curiously. He hadn’t said a word since the play had started, he must be really into this crap to-
But he wasn’t. Rock was staring back at him, looking rather remorseful. He wondered how long Rock had been looking like that for. He gave him a slight smile and shrugged sheepishly, hunting for the right thing to say. Not that there was such a thing for him. Maybe something that wasn’t the wrong thing to say. “Sorry, opera’s not my thing. Too hard on my ears.”
That seemed to lighten the mood, and they both visibly relaxed a little at that. He’d meant it as a joke, but it wasn’t far from the truth. He thought his head would be blown clear off his shoulders if the broad downstairs didn’t stop her yowling sometime soon. He gave a half grin, and only really got a mildly surprised look out of Rock, who seemed to have been doing a little thinking of his own, and had banished Forte out of his sight when he’d gotten lost in his thoughts.
“At least you didn’t fall asleep.” Rock finally replied with, giving him a faint smile. “I didn’t know this was an opera when I looked at the flyer. I just thought it was a musical.” He leaned in and talked to Forte over the singing for awhile, small talk. How much he liked musicals, ones he’d seen, how he had once conned Blues into bringing him to see one on the pretence that it was a rock concert, things like that. It went on for a little longer, until the conversation finally ran dry and his face shifted to something more serious.
“I’m sorry, Forte.” He muttered, diverting his eyes and looking shamefaced. “I shouldn’t have done that.” He gave him a small, apologetic smile. “I-I wasn’t thinking. I just got really excited, and I didn’t stop to think of the consequences of just…” He searched for a way to end his statement that wouldn’t sour things between them.
“Kissing me?” Forte offered. He thought about it for a second, not sure if this was the place to discuss their brief encounter. Ah, what the hell. “Yeah, you caught me a little off-guard with that one.” He smiled a little. “It wasn’t that bad, though. You need to work a little on how to initiate it, though. I think your bear hug technique needs a little less flare to it, most people don’t go for nearly being knocked off the balcony. I don’t mind so much, though, I’m a little more durable.” He rapped his knuckles on his chest lightly as if to prove his point.
Rock flushed a much darker red, looking absolutely mortified. “I’m sorry! You’re not going to rub it in, are you?” He groaned lightly in embarrassment at the way he had executed their first kiss, then bit his lip suddenly as another thought no doubt crossed his mind. “You’re not going to tell my father, are you?” He frowned and released his lip pursing them instead, worried.
Forte shook his head a little. Who was he kidding? His mind had been made up before he even knew of the situation. He slid forward in his seat, reaching over and resting a hand on Rock’s shoulder “Nah, I’m not going to tell your father, you can relax. I am, however, going to kiss you back, and show you how to do it right.” He rest a hand on the back of Rock’s head and drew him close, leaning in. Rock went without a fight, and Forte pulled him into a slow, easy first kiss.
Rock froze a little at first, he hadn’t expected that, and when it came down to it, he knew he was doing the right thing. He hadn’t prepared for this, hadn’t been kissed in a long time, but he fell back into it so fast that he doubted Forte ever noticed. It was a pleasant surprise, and after a few seconds of frozen panic, he relaxed a little and just followed Forte’s lead. The singing and instruments seemed to fade to some strange, faraway realm, the noise was now meaningless to him, and it was only them.
Forte moaned into Rock’s mouth quietly, sliding back into his chair slowly as he pulled Rock out of his seat and into his lap. Rock’s knees rested on the chair, on either side of his thighs, and the position left him close enough that the Wily bot could feel the heat of his groin, enticingly close. He let his hands slide up the back of Rock’s shirt until they found satisfactory resting places, and he was able to knead the flesh there. He pulled the shorter boy’s body tight against his own with a complacent groan, finding he was enjoying himself.
Rock wasn’t using a lot of tongue, it was a clean, sweet kiss, lacking that frenzied sloppy feeling he associated with a good, hard make-out session, but it didn’t stop him from tenting in his pants. That might have something to do with the way Rock was moving against him in an attempt to settle closer on his legs and prevent sliding off the taller boy’s lap. It was just enough to tease him into a rather frustrated state.
He wondered idly what those firm thighs compressing his hips would feel like naked against him, smooth and soft, creamy and flawless, and he lifted Rock’s weight against him, bodies colliding harder. No chance of Rock falling out of his lap now. His pants were unbearably tight now, his mind was churning with a kaleidoscope of thoughts as he struggled with out of control lust.
He rocked his hips against the Light bot’s slowly, riding out his fantasy with a moan. In his mind, he was already inside him, marking him, fucking him. His hand found its way around to the back of Rock’s pants, and traced its way down his spine and into his jeans slowly, searching for the point of entry he knew was somewhere there.
He broke the kiss, trailing his tongue across Rock’s jaw, pulling a delicate ear into his mouth and biting it gently. He ran his tongue along the outer ridge, tracing it down to the lobe, then pulled it between his lips, biting it gently and bathing it. Rock let out a small cry as Forte found what he had been looking for, and drove his finger home slowly, up to that sweet spot. The older boy’s cries were drowned out by that damned music and muted by the passion of the moment.
More out of instinct than anything, Rock reached down and unfastened Forte’s jeans, letting his fly and shifting back in Forte’s lap until he rested comfortably on the taller boy’s knees, confident the younger boy wouldn’t let him fall. The warm, pleasant sensation of Forte touching the delicate bundle of nerves inside him retreated, and he groaned softly in discontent; the distance was too great between them.
He let it go for the time being, he’d felt the incredible hardness forming in Forte’s taut jeans, and could see the anxious, wanting expression on the boy’s face. Without further thought, he thrust his hand deep into Forte’s pants, hands roving over him and searching for the strained, hard shaft at the annex of his legs. He found it easily, and grasped onto his hardness, wrapping his fingers around it firmly.
Forte’s breath hitched sharply in surprise at Rock’s rather bold grab, and he jumped a little. His keys jingled against the change in his pocket in protest as he jerked forward, slightly startled, and bit Rock’s lip. The music alone should have drowned it out, but somehow he still heard it above the noise of the opera woman’s singing, and through the veil of pleasure he was lost in. Maybe he had even imagined it, it was hard to say, but whatever it had been, it was enough to shake him out of his stupor.
The memory hit him like a god damned car wreck. Lying still to avoid making the pain worse, trying to ignore the horrible cramping in his stomach and that sharp stabbing feeling from behind, and the old man, touching him. Touching his thighs, snaking up his stomach to his chest and back, trailing up his spine to force his head back down to the floor, then back the other way so he could force his fingers into him as well, open him more than he could handle on a good day. And the sound of his belt buckle jingling merrily the entire time, a deceivingly cheery noise.
He returned to himself, realizing he had been staring at the ceiling, transfixed. Rock was staring at him with a troubled, jaded expression, having sensed something was seriously wrong. Unbeknownst to him, Forte’s colour had fallen from flushed to as white as a sheet in less than a moment. Now he was pallid, eyes too bright, and had broke into a cold sweat.
Rock still had a hand on his cock, but he was completely flaccid now. The moment was gone so fast, it was almost as though it had never been there. He felt ill, so incredibly sick, and his stomach burned with an uncomfortable ache. It was a familiar ache, similar to what he had felt a few months prior, and he knew he was going to start retching. He fought back audibly gagging as hard as he could, he didn’t want Rock to know.
He jumped to his feet quickly, sending Rock sprawling off his lap, and gave him an apologetic smile. “Sorry. I, um… I need water. Besides, you’re going to miss the show.” He grabbed his pants, holding them clasped shut against his stomach, then stumbled out quickly, leaving Rock to stare at his retreating back with a confused and hurt expression.
He made it down the first flight of stairs, then had to turn down the short hallway there, vomiting in the corner. He was reminded of all the vomiting he did that first day, so long ago now, then retched again at the memories. Finally, he forced himself to stop thinking about it. He stayed where he was, half standing, half sitting at an awkward crouch, until the wave of nausea passed. Then he got up slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and heading the rest of the way to the restroom, washing up and rinsing his mouth out slowly.
He stared at his face quietly. It was pale and haggard, splotchy in places from being sick, and there were dark patches around the indigo stripes down his face, from exhaustion. In short, he looked like shit. He had to fight what was happening to him. This wasn’t him, he wasn’t weak. The nightmares were one thing, he was hoping that eventually they would just fade out, but this… this was ruining him.
He was going to have to take care of this soon, before it wrecked him from the inside out. The problem was where to begin. Eventually, probably later tonight, as much as he wished he could put it off, he would have to think about what had just happened with Rock. He couldn’t hide it forever, even he wasn’t that stupid, but he planned to for as long as he could.
He could worry about telling Rock, and how fast it would destroy what had been slowly building between them later. Right now he had to focus on getting his legs to stop feeling like jelly, or he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. He sighed heavily and sat down on the counter near the sinks, resting the back of his head on the mirror.
It looked like he was going to be there awhile yet, at least until the colour returned to his face a little, grey didn’t go very well on him, and he didn’t want Rock suspicious. He had a feeling if Rock got suspicious, he was going to make Forte tell him everything, talk before he was ready to reopen that festering wound again. It was something he wasn’t particularly inclined to do. So instead, he waited, hoping vainly that the situation would just go away, or fix itself.
Unfortunately, these things never do. He was in the bathroom for a long time before he was finally able to walk out without staggering into something or someone. It was just as well, opera really did suck.
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