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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: This chapter is shorter than I'd like, but I didn't have enough time to edit it as much as I'd like. I'm really cutting it down to the wire (have to leave for surgery in 3 hrs LOL). Hope everyone likes it, please drop a review and let me know! :) When I recover from stuff I will be starting up the second part of this fic, this is officially the end of Part 1!

Whatever you vividly imagine, ardently desire, sincerely believe, and enthusiastically act upon... must inevitably come to pass!

~Paul J. Meyer
Chapter Seventeen – The Project

Thomas Light leaned back slowly, sipping his forth cup of coffee idly and surveying his work quietly. He still had a few tests to run before he could actually activate the still form on his table, but he already knew they would pass. As far as the actual work was concerned, he was done. Regardless of how things panned out, he was finished.

Sipping his coffee idly, he mulled over things in the early morning silence. He still wasn’t sure that he had done the right thing, but it was too late to take it back now. He had done what he'd set out to do, somehow he had known it would come to this as soon as the idea had come to him. In the end, he had never been able to help himself when it came to his creations. His only hope was that all parties involved would be happy with the outcome, not that that ever happened.

Reaching out, he placed a hand on the figure lightly, inspecting it and petting it gently. More than anything, he hoped that the person he had operated on would forgive him. There were going to be a lot of major changes in the Light household, he only hoped the new robot was ready for them. Still, there wasn’t much he could do about that either way, really. What done was done, and he just hoped that in the end, everyone would be happy, or forgive him if they weren’t.

He got up slowly, stretching carefully with a small wince. His joints ached, and he was exhausted, but he still had a few things to do before he could go to sleep. He reached over, grabbed his car keys, and sighed. “Hang in there little guy, I’ll be back in a few hours.” Once he had was finished shopping for clothing and other supplies, he would sleep for the better part of the morning, then wake up and get his family prepared for the change.

He stared down at the quiet form a moment longer, hand stalled over the light switch, and then he left, leaving the dim light on. He had a feeling that once the robot was activated, he would likely want it on for a few days.

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“Jeez, Forte, are you going to share that popcorn?” Rock asked with a small grin. They went through this every time they went to the movies together. They'd finally found a compromise to Rock's love of the theatre, and it was the perfect atmosphere for quiet make-out sessions, one of which they'd just concluded several minutes ago. Rock leaped forward suddenly, grabbing a large handful of popcorn, spilling fluffy, butter soaked kernels onto the ground as they walked back to the lab.

Forte grunted at the loss of the sweet, buttery kernels, and raised the bag out of Rock’s reach teasingly, licking his fingers clean. “Hell no, you like sharing with the ground.” He grumbled, sounding annoyed, but couldn’t hide the slight grin on his face at the utterly offended look on Rock’s round face. “You're cut off.”

Rock started to reach up in an attempt to grab at the popcorn, then lowered his arm quickly, blushing. There were a few faint marks on his collarbone and neck he would prefer stay hidden. “Thief. I don't want you popcorn anyway.” he huffed, smiling a little and hugging onto his arm.

Forte lowered the popcorn again, continuing down the road in a lover's embrace - If that was what one must call them. He actually hadn’t thought much about his relationship with Rock, or where the new level they had taken things to brought them. Maybe lover was too strong a word anyway, but things had definitely taken a major change again; he now shared a lot more than blankets and pillows with Rock.

It had been three weeks since they had ended up in Rock’s bed together, naked and entangled under the covers. That first night had merely been the beginning of things, not that he was complaining. Still, their relationship was something the hadn’t discussed yet, though he knew the conversation was coming sooner or later.

It wasn’t that he was avoiding it, he knew putting things off never solved anything, but he understood that their ‘romantic interludes’ for a lack of better terminology, were still in their baby stages. That meant they were still far from frolicking through fields singing Neil Diamond songs as they held hands, and frankly he hoped they never would - it just wasn’t his style.

He let out a small snort as he bit back a laugh, and when Rock glanced at him curiously, he couldn’t resist, mumbling the chorus of Sweet Caroline. He couldn’t batten down the laugh that reached his vocal processors, and Rock frowned at him huffily, looking outright offended.

“Who’s Caroline?” He asked heatedly, face surprisingly dark with jealousy, and then Forte gave up fighting it altogether, doubling over and surrendering as he laughed until his stomach hurt. Rock took advantage of this moment to snatch away the popcorn, and he stalked ahead a little, a blush high on his cheeks. “Oh… I don’t even want to know, you pervert!”

He gave the younger robot a sour look as Forte followed after him quickly, but let him catch up, leaning against him lightly and reaching around, grabbing the taller boy's hand and setting it on his chest lightly, clutching it to himself. They walked like that in a complete but comfortable silence.

Forte smiled a little at that, feeling the mild charge Rock seemed to give off when they were like this, and found himself submitting to his whims again. “Why don’t we cut a shortcut through the park?” He asked mildly, though they both knew what his intentions really were; not that Rock appeared to mind.

He nodded slightly, and Forte led him to the park, cutting a slow, arcing path to the slide, their make out spot of choice (and that was all, Rock wouldn’t let him go further in public). He sat down, leaning back against the cool, aluminium material, and moaned faintly as Rock settled over him, content to just kiss him and feel the smaller robot’s warmth against him.

He let his hands wander a little as he dominated the smaller boy’s mouth, over the material and above the waist, as were Rock’s rules, prudish though they were. He didn’t mind, he could feel Rock’s piercing excitement from the position he lay in, and as it pressed tighter against his, he couldn’t help a small shiver of pleasure. Sometimes he suspected that Rock was just a tease, and liked reminding him of what he wanted, couldn’t have, and was almost promised later if he could just be a good boy for a little longer.

Rock’s lips left his own, settling on his neck, and he let in a sharp intake of breath, dropping his head back with a groan and staring at the sky stupidly, before it dawned on him how dark it was getting. “Shit! Rock…ah~ damnit, don’t do that, I’ll have to walk in with my coat around my waist.” He fought his own urge to just lie back and enjoy the nibbling along his tender neck and instead pushed the older robot back with a reluctant sigh, causing a noise of disappointment from Rock.

“We’re taking too long… Tom said he has something to show us.” he insisted gently. It wasn’t that he was worried about staying out too late, the old man didn’t keep them on a leash, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted the old scientist to know just how close he had gotten with his youngest son.

Dr. Light would be expecting them to be curious and hurry home. And if that wasn't enough to convince him to end things early, he knew damned well that Rock was a horrible liar who couldn't keep quiet about anything he was excited over. He didn’t want any awkward questions, or their more awkward answers.

Rock sighed, blushing faintly, and kissed his cheek, running his lips up a stripe deftly. “Okay… We’d better be going.” He got up begrudgingly, grabbing Forte’s hand again and tugging him to his feet. Forte pulled him close and he walked with him, letting Rock's head find its usual point of comfort on the taller boy’s chest. “What do you think it is?” He asked curiously, blush growing deeper as Forte’s arm draped around his waist, resting against his hip lightly.

Forte glanced at him, shrugging slightly. “No clue. Maybe he’s adopting me.” He added with a snort, kissing the top of Rock’s head gently. “Wouldn’t that make things awkward.” he chuckled, with a teasing gin.

Rock's face somehow managed to turn an even deeper shade of red, and he kissed Forte's hand lightly. “I think he already did that a long time ago. I think we kinda threw a wrench in the works with this, though.” he mumbled thoughtfully.

Forte wondered vaguely if he was serious, then his thoughts fleetingly returned to Gospel; then shook that off quickly. No need to get wistful now, Gospel was dead. It hurt, but he could be sure of that much. It had been so long since he'd received any word about him, it was hard not to lose hope.

The old man had stopped mentioning his support unit’s name a long time ago, and after spending that last night sleeping next to the wolf’s bundled form, Forte had known somewhere inside that it was time to let his faithful companion go. It had taken awhile, but he found he could almost forgive himself for the wolf's fate and live his life. It was best not to think about it though, it still hurt.

Rock giggled a little at the comment, unaware of the Wily bot’s darker, fleeting thoughts. “Do you really think it would make things that strange? It never did for-“ He stopped himself, shutting his mouth quickly, but Forte had caught that and pointed an accusing finger at him.

“Ha! I knew it! I knew you were fucking your brother!” He cried, trying his best to look offended, but he found all he could do was grin, amused. The look on Rock’s mortified face was too priceless, and he found all he could feel was amusement at his crude comment.

Rock actually sputtered for words, before finally busting out, exasperated. “Q-Quiet, Forte!” He exclaimed in a voice so high pitched it was practically a squeak. “Someone’s going to hear y-“ He yelped loudly in surprise as the front door to the house opened of its own accord and a boy sprang out, jumping Forte hard enough to knock him down on his back and breaking up the conversation before either of them had time to even process what was happening.

Rock stared in wide-eyed surprise as the boy, looking remarkably like Forte, sat on the violet haired boy’s stomach, as free of clothing as a newborn child, and with as much concern for his state of undress as one too. He felt colour rising to his cheeks, not sure if he should be offended or trying to help a very stunned Forte get the boy off him. He was naked… and licking his entire face.

Forte stared up into eyes as golden as his own, the silver haired boy with purple streaks in his hair grinning at him stupidly, as if he wasn’t sure what a smile should look like, and yelled in surprise. “Wh-what the hell are you doing? Who...” The shocked expression melted off his face slowly, replaced with a different kind of surprise, and an understanding of the situation at hand. “N-No way…”

The boy’s grin widened in realization, seeing that Forte realized who he was staring at now, and he positively squirmed with excitement. And how could he not know? There was no mistaking that look, regardless of the face it was currently occupying.

“… Gospel?”
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