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(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: I have absolutely no idea how I got this finished on time lol. I've stayed at least an hour late every night closing up shop because one agent or another was stuck on a call, and it's a 45 minute walk home. This probably wouldn't have been finished until tomorrow, even with how hard I tried to push through it, but my kitty woke me up this morning and wouldn't let me go back to sleep.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter, and please review and let me know what you think. :)

~Gimp

You come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly.
~Sam Keen

Chapter Sixteen – Love

Rock sat on the porch with a blanket draped over his shoulders lightly. The seasons were starting to change, and already at night there was a slight chill, though the cicadas were still in full lilt during the day. But he wasn’t thinking about that, nor was he watching the stars; he hardly watched them anymore. He stared up at them, sure, but he didn’t really see them. His fight with Forte still weighed heavily on his conscience, and his stomach felt leaden with guilt.

What had he been thinking that night? Why had he done that? Forte had been trying to come to him, to clear his conscience and voice his concerns, and he had pushed him away. And now he was never going to make things right, because Forte was avoiding him like the plague, and he wouldn’t let him get close enough to him to even talk about it. Rock wasn’t sure he could talk about it if given the opportunity anyway. Were there really any words appropriate for the situation anyway?

He let out a deep, long sigh and leaned back onto his elbows, tilting his head back and yelping loudly. He was staring up into the upside down image of Forte, head falling just short of his left foot. “You scared me!” He must have been really lost in his thoughts for Forte to get so close without him sensing him at all. He sat up quickly, heart racing, and pat next to him. “You’re so quiet, I didn’t hear you approach.” He smiled nervously, trying to think of something to say to break the ice, anything. Forte stared back at him, his face a clay mask. Only his eyes had any life to them,surveying him silently.

He sat back up quickly, feeling colour rise to his cheeks, trying his best to look approachable and friendly. Forte was still looking at him, and he didn’t look like he was going to leave. It wasn't much, but it was as close as he'd gotten to the Wily bot since that nice. He realized Forte hadn’t said anything yet, so he took it upon himself to start up the conversation before he let the opportunity to finally talk slip between his fingers. “Forte… Look, I didn't-“

“I miss you.” He’d said it quietly, and over top of what Rock was saying, but the older boy stopped dead, and he knew he’d heard him correctly. He sank down slowly next to Rock. “I didn’t mean to disgust you.” he murmured, staring at his feet, unable to look Rock in the eye, waiting expectantly for him to say something. He couldn’t remember seeing Forte look this nervous before. Rock was stunned, fighting with his mind for words. “Rock... please....”

Rock stared at him quietly, reading his body language, and he felt his eyes flood over with tears. “I… I missed you too.” He reached over and hugged Forte tightly, expecting a stiff hug back at most, but Forte was warm and accepting, returning the embrace with a surprising softness. He left his arms draped around Rock quietly, staying like that, intimately close.

Rock made a small noise, wanting this moment, this closeness to last. When he spoke, the words came easily. All that time struggling with his thoughts, practising speeches, and it came smoothly and naturally, “I’m sorry… I wasn’t disgusted by you. I… It was just so shocking. I didn’t know how to help you.” He reached out with a slightly shaking hand and rest it on the side of Forte's face gently. “I want to help you...” he murmured idly.

Forte opened his mouth to say something, and suddenly Rock was kissing him, tongue pushing up to meet his, and he welcomed it, arms encircling him tighter as he wrestled for control of the kiss. His hands roved, groping onto Rock's blanket, using it to pull the shorter boy closer, invite him into his personal space. Stay... he wanted Rock to stay by his side, break through the emotional wall he'd entombed himself in.

It didn’t take long for Rock to submit, and he tipped him back on the stairs, pulling his body up to his and moaning into his mouth quietly as the kiss consumed his thoughts. It wasn’t as rough or demanding as the kiss at the theatre had been, but felt more passionate, more binding. They were content for awhile with just the kiss, Forte’s hand caressing his body lightly, staying away from his more erogenous areas but coming close, spiking his pleasure nodes but going no further.

He wasn’t sure how long they stayed that way, but when finally Forte pulled his mouth away, the moon had fully risen. They stared at each other silently for several minutes, at a loss for words, not wanting to dissolve the atmosphere around them. Finally Forte leaned in again slowly, giving him a surprisingly innocent peck on the cheek as Rock was pulled into a sitting position again. His hair brushed almost ghost-like against his face for just a second. Then he settled against Forte’s warmth and let his thoughts gather again from their scattered state.

“I don’t want to leave.” Forte murmured, pulling Rock closer and running his fingers through his hair idly. “I want to stay here, with you.” His life had changed so much in the past months, for the better. This was what he wanted, this was what he'd wanted for a long time now. He only wished it hadn't taken his conversation with Blues for him to realize it. He was in love with Rock, and Rock was in love with him. He wasn't going to let his past prevent him from what could be a very happy future.

Rock was staring at him silently, looking both in shock and anticipation. “Rock... it's been hell without you. I don't want to live like this anymore.” He used his grip on Rock’s hair to tilt his head back and kissed him again, insistent and tender. He didn't want to run from his past anymore, running was so exhaustive; he would learn from his past instead, and use it to make his current life better.

Rock returned the kiss eagerly, wrapping his arms around Forte’s neck firmly and spreading his legs instinctively, letting Forte’s hips rest between them. “Please don’t leave.” The younger boy’s pelvis was pressing against his groin in a way that was making tangible thought all but impossible. “Stay with me, Forte.... Whatever happened, It doesn't change how I feel about you.” He choked on his words a little, burying his face in Forte's neck firmly.

“... I won’t. I promise, I won’t.” Forte soothed, raking his tongue over the pale, tender flesh of Rock’s neck. His skin was warm and soft, and he held onto Forte tighter, welcoming his advances openly. “I... I pushed you away, I'm so sorry.” He tilted his head up slightly, kissing his jaw affectionately. “I've been such a fool.”

“We've both been fools... I clammed up. I wanted to say so much to you. I never should have let you go before I told you that I... I'm in love with you, Forte.” He said it with such a deep sincerity that Forte didn't doubt the truth behind his words. He leaned up more, planting a sweet kiss on Forte's forehead, and the taller boy grabbed him suddenly, hips sliding forward to meet Rock's. The older boy writhed with an animated moan as his body urged Forte silently on.

It was easy to gauge Rock’s readiness, he could feel the heat and stiffness pressed tight against his belly. An exciting, almost electric pulse ran through his groin, and he bit onto Rock's ear gently in anticipation. “... let's leave the past where it is, the present is much more interesting.” He cleared his throat as Rock turned an impossible shade of red. “I want you. I want to take you upstairs and have you, right now.” He sighed, arms still encircling him as he ran his fingers slowly down Rock's spine. “It's a little soon for that, but...”

“I want you too. I want to go upstairs.” Rock agreed, offering no resistance and just as much thought. His mind had been made up as soon as Forte reciprocated his feelings. Forte rest a hand on his cheek, stroking it gently, and he kissed his palm lightly, suddenly aware of their surroundings.

“We should go before we get caught out here.” His voice was barely a whisper, and Forte lifted off him suddenly, and he almost resisted, halting only because the Wily bot bent forward, kissing his forehead with an unmistakable tenderness as he pulled his companion closer still, He gathered him up in his arms swiftly, slipping through the screen door with him quietly.

“Okay…” He murmured with as much reluctance as he could muster – which wasn't much. Rock was just so agreeable, he couldn’t help but feel a little concerned that he didn't know what he was getting himself into – hell, he wasn’t fully aware of what situation they were getting into yet. Things were moving so fast, but they just seemed so... so right.

The drive was there, Rock was ready and willing, and he honestly didn’t think he could hold back any longer. He was tired of resisting, not when such strong words had just passed between them; it wasn’t so much a want as a need anymore. He kissed Rock one last time, more to reassure himself than anything, then headed up the stairs with him quickly and quietly, earning a reassuring nuzzle from Rock for his efforts.

The house was still and silent, and they made ascent of the staircase blissfully undisturbed. That was just as well, Forte definitely wasn’t sure he was ready for that line of questioning yet; he planned to put that off for as long as he could possibly manage. Something told him that Rock wouldn't give him a hard time about that either. He seemed to be working twice as hard as Forte at keeping silent, giving him a disapproving look when his foot came down on a step with a slight creek.

He carried Rock to his room and stared at the bed quietly, and his stomach turned a little as he almost lost his nerve. Rock’s bed was unmade, the blankets on it a rumpled mess. He stared at them with silent, momentary revulsion, It wasn’t Rock’s blankets his mind saw, it was the nest of blankets he’d once been content sleeping on at the fortress, in another lifetime. It was oppression, cruelty, and pain he was thinking of. Intimate pain. The kind he wanted to bury deep inside him and never have to think about it again. The kind that-

A hand rested over his, gripping it firmly, and he was brought rather sharply back to reality, to a normal, unmade bed. Rock clasped Forte's larger hand in two of his own, kissing it deftly and comfortingly. His eyes were filled with concern, adoration.... love. His eyes were so intense it was almost painful to look into them. “Forte...”

One look into that gentle gaze, and Forte's reluctance dissolved. “It’s okay.” Forte murmured, turning back to Rock and kissing his forehead tenderly. “I’m alright…” He reassured the Light bot with, paused, then followed it up with “I’m ready.” Rock hadn’t asked, but he hadn’t needed to. Forte knew he’d been thinking it.

Rock nodded with a small jerk, losing a little of his grace in the process. Worry still glinted in his eyes, but he didn’t question him further. He couldn’t have, even if he’d wanted to. Forte took that slight, rough nod as a moment of opportunity and tilted Rock’s chin, pulling his face up to Forte’s and kissing him in one smooth, fluid movement. He pulled Rock tight to him, taking in Rock’s small sigh and pressing their bodies together again with a fresh burst of sensation.

The smaller boy didn’t resist, and he allowed Forte to guide him down to the mattress trustingly. The taller boy settled over Rock carefully, knees resting on either side of his slender hips, and clenching his legs tight around him, almost pinning him. Rock leaned up slightly, welcoming the closeness and urging him on further with kisses. He did his best to distract the Wily bot from whatever fleeting, unpleasant thoughts he might have, not wanting them to interrupt any further activities between them. He sensed how important it was that this night go perfectly.

Forte had no intention of anything interrupting them, however, and he secretly marvelled at how confident and sure of himself Rock seemed right now. Apparently not even a situation like this could sway his personality. It seemed Rock was going to follow through with his decided best course of action, and he wasn’t going to let small something small like a lack of experience stop or even hold him up. It was impressive, to say the least.

Watching Rock arch up to press teasingly against his tortured groin , Forte decided even that might not really be true.. He found himself questioning just how pure the Light bot really was. It would certainly explain why he’d never seen either of the Light boys actively seeking a partner. He couldn’t help a small snort at the thought of Tom living completely oblivious to his creations living an incestuous lifestyle under his nose.

Rock interrupted his thoughts suddenly. “What are you thinking about?” He asked curiously, looking slightly bewildered. Forte realized that Rock probably thought he was laughing at him, which really wasn't all that far from the truth. Even now he wore a badly masked grin. Sadly, it was too late to cover it now; definitely not one of his smoothest moments.

Before he could muster up a piss-poor excuse, Rock spoke up again. “You’re making a strange face, is it uncomfortable?” He shifted up, then down a little beneath Forte, trying to accommodate his weight and height difference, and Forte gave a small moan at the firm, rubbing sensation it made. “Forte...?” The Wily bot's face was a deep shade of red currently.

“Y-you don’t want to know.” He muttered lamely, pulling Rock up to kiss him again, doing his best to silence the older robot. He gave Rock a weak grin, which the boy returned in full, and went back to kissing him. Slowly, sensually, he guided a hand up the smaller boy’s shirt, pinching and teasing a pink, tender nipple. His other hand found its way under Rock’s pyjama bottoms, and the boy gave a small quiver, like a taut string.

Rock tried to lean up again, to give the younger boy another firm kiss, and Forte let him. He clung onto Forte like a leech, hands working busily to shed him of his clothes while the taller boy worked hard to do the same. His hand went down slowly, over curve and concave, finally reaching its destination as Forte released a harsh , feral attempt at a sigh. He shoved Rock back against the bed again, bearing him down on him with his weight.

Rock was driving his senses wild, keeping unpleasant thoughts far at bay, and he couldn’t wait any longer. He had to have him, now. “I can’t wait.” He murmured in apology, hands already reaching for something, anything to use as lubrication. His other hand sat busily on Rock’s cheek as the Light bot did things to his thumb that made him wish he had time for other things. Still, he somehow knew he didn’t, he knew that it was now or never, and if he backed out of it this time, there wouldn’t be another chance. He wouldn’t allow himself one.

Rock opened an eye, curious of the delay, and saw Forte reaching toward the drawer in his bedside table, a rise of colour reaching his cheeks. “W-wait.. I’ll get it. I know where it is. This seemed to pique Forte’s curiosity more, and he dug into the drawer before he could continue, pulling out not a lotion or cream to use as an alternative, but a bona-fide lubricant for this exact purpose. He handed it to Forte shyly, refusing to look him directly in the eye.

Forte made a surprised noise at that, wondering just how long Rock has been planning this moment in his head, then pushed all that aside, taking the bottle and rolling the older boy onto his stomach with little coaxing. “This is going to feel cold… but you’ll like it.” He kissed the nape of Rock’s neck idly, tilting his head with his chin until he was biting the flesh just under his ear gently. Slowly, pointedly, he worked his fingers in Rock.

Rock trembled and shuddered beneath him, biting his fist gently to silence himself. His shifting and squirming grew more excited, and Forte tore his attention away from the small but interesting noises Rock was making. Instead he turned his attention toward the tight, clenching sensation around his fingers as he worked his fingers slowly into Rock, first one, then two slowly. He worked patiently and slowly on relaxing those muscles enough to allow him tunnel his way into Rock's body.

It took Forte a lot longer than thought it would to get Rock ready. Whether Rock was a virgin or not, he was damned tight, and his muscles were strong. He squeezed down on his fingers like a vice, and when he glanced up at the clock he realized he’d been at it for several very long minutes. Rock was now ready and willing beneath him, shivering and gasping for his breath

He spread the cool gel over his erection slowly, mindful to coat it well. He released a small shiver himself, it felt good and he hadn’t masturbated in a long time even before he'd moved in at the Light residence. He closed the lid on the bottle of lubrication quickly, any more and he would be breaking that dry spell. He leaned down slowly, kissing Rock’s left cheek lightly, then cupped them both with his hands, spreading them a little and lining himself up with him. “Ready?”

It was a stupid question, of course Rock was ready, that was what the last fifteen minutes had been all about, but what he was really asking was ‘is it okay?’Maybe it wasn’t Rock he was referring to at all, but himself. Was it... okay, to do this? Still, he didn't go any further without an answer from Rock.

Rock was sprawled over his pillow, hugging it to himself gently to help him keep his elevation and balance. He glanced back at Forte in a slight daze, panting softly; his eyes were dark with what he knew was desire, and maybe a little lust. Forte ran a hand down the smaller boy’s back idly; fingers ghosting over his spine briefly, then reaching up and caressing his face, thumb stroking over his bottom lip idly. “Rock…”

The Light bot smiled dreamily and raked his thumb gently with his teeth. “Yes… i want to...” He lifted his hips higher still, spreading his knees a little more. Forte slid his hands down his back to his ass again, caressing it and gripping his cheeks firmly, spreading them insistently. Rock gasped loudly and pulled his hand to his face, biting down on it with his teeth gently as Forte pulled him back toward him eagerly.

Forte groaned deeply as he plunged slowly into Rock, biting down on his shoulder with a small shudder and he rocked his hips against him slowly, moving deeper with every thrust. Rock’s impossibly tight passage flexed and clenched on him tortuously as the boy tried a little to expel him unconsciously, unused to the sensation..

He wound his arms under Rock’s body, gripping him around the ribs tightly and using his grip to distribute slow, exploratory thrusts. He tried to tell Rock how much he was enjoying this, how hot he got him, but he couldn’t control his voice enough to risk it. Instead, he tilted his head and bit into the shoulder boy's neck idly, sucking on the skin lightly and enjoying his taste, careful not to do anything to leave a mark.

Rock was like a live wire beneath him, arching and writhing slowly as Forte tugged him close, driving himself further into the smaller boy’s depths. He jolted up suddenly, so fast that the violet-haired boy nearly stopped, afraid he was hurting him, but Rock leaned back against him firmly, writhing and using Forte to support to balance him and digging his nails into the side of his right leg a little.

“Forte.. o-other way...” he panted out slowly, throwing his arms around him when Forte slipped reluctantly out of him and rested him on his back instead, panting and kissing him feverishly on the lips. “Forte… Forte! That feels… haaahn…!” His mouth clamped down on Forte’s neck as he bucked back in suddenly, drawing on his flesh eagerly as he made another small cry.

Forte couldn’t help a small, bemused grin before it fell away to a gaping expression, mouth working open and shut slowly as he licked his lips. There was no way in hell that Rock was a virgin, and he couldn’t help a small, bemused grin. He sat up fully, drawing Rock closer to him by his hips and pulling him up into his lap awkwardly. The Light bot moaned weakly and tightened around him in small, sudden clenches.

He drew Rock closer to his chest, hugging him tightly and kissing his shoulder. “God, Rock…” Rock shivered with another tight clench, running the tip of his tongue up Forte's chest and sucking on a nipple firmly, trailing his fingers over the other one cares singly. Forte gasped sharply as Rock's teeth raked over the tender nub of flesh, and he let his hand slide off his hips, cupping his face in his hands and kissing him a little timidly.

He hadn’t realized how nervous he had been until now, when he had Rock completely exposed to him and looking at him with such affection, such… such love. He realized suddenly that above all else, he wanted to make Rock happy. Why shouldn’t he be happy? Rock and his family had done more for him in the short amount of time he’d been here than anyone had ever shown him in his entire short existence.

Rock let loose a small, strangled yelp suddenly from beneath Forte, breath hot on the younger boy’s skin, brightened with a sheen of sweat. His nails raked up his back, grabbing onto the thick mass of violet locks in a vice-like grip. The shorter boy bit his lip, fighting to keep the shorter boy's hands away from his groin and clamped in place as Forte groped and caressed him firmly.

“F-Forte!” Rock cried sharply, hoping vaguely that no one heard him and going rigid in his arms. The mounting pleasure was so immense, he didn't think he could take it anymore. Every fibre of his body felt as though it were on fire. “m... more... “ he begged softly.

Forte groaned, feeling the incredible tightness from Rock’s hot passage, and knew this would be it. “It’s okay…” he soothed, running his hands down the Light bot’s arched spine. “I’ll go with you… you’re squeezing the hell out of me..” he panted, kissing him firmly. He threw his weight forward suddenly, knocking Rock onto his back and looping his arms under the smaller boy’s shoulders. “Let’s go together…” he murmured into his ear, panting hotly and battening down on his neck firmly.

Rock gave one final jerk, making a noise amusingly similar to a squeal, and came hard. Forte vaguely felt wet heat against his stomach as Rock met his release, but the heat and the feeling of the boy's inner muscles working over his cock were so intense that he met his climax at nearly the same time, shoving his hand under the shorter boy’s head and cradling him to his chest as Rock bit his shoulder, hissing sharply and panting against his skin as he rode out his orgasm.

Finally, the pressure subsided and Rock pressed his forehead against his chest gently, breathing heavily. Forte let him rest that way for a few moments before shifting carefully and releasing the boy’s body, carefully propping himself up on his elbows weakly. He kissed Rock’s forehead gently, revelling in the feel of the damp, sweaty bangs mingling with the skin against his lips.

“Rock...” he murmured softly, closing his eyes; feeling heavy and spent. He withdrew reluctantly, rolling carefully off the smaller form below him and settling down next to him. He pulled him into a careful hug, tugging a blanket over him and resting his chin on the top of Rock's head.

“I love you.” Rock reassured him with a light nuzzle, rolling onto his side with the last of his strength spent. He nestled against him contently, content in their naked warmth, and the two fell into a light doze, holding onto each other and settling into the comfort of their new life together.

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The first thing Forte realized when the biting chill finally shook him out of the half sleep he’d fallen into was that the stars were almost completely gone. He sat up a little straighter, almost sure that it had all been part of some crazy dream now souring into a nightmare, then he realized why they were gone. It was almost daybreak already.

After their nap, they had come out together to the roof and had made love again, equally arduous as their first time together. They rest after, Forte with his arms wrapped loosely around Rock, holding him in his lap as he slept and waiting for the sun to rise. At some point he must have drifted off again, joining the older robot in sleep.

He groaned lightly, hoping that Tom hadn’t decided to wake up early this morning, and that Blues had decided to finally mind his own damned business and steer clear of Rock's room – and the roof. He sat up straighter,trying to shake Rock awake gently, amused – the boy had fallen into an outright sleep, and when he was limp he was heavy.
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