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Double Trouble	By : Goldenmane Category: +M through R > Mega Man Views: 2133 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Forte bolted upright suddenly, a hand to his chest. He could have sworn he heard Rock screaming but he knew that couldn’t be the case. Rock was there at his side … so, if Rock was there, why didn’t he feel warmth or hear soft, reassuring murmurs from the Right ‘bot?

Glancing over Forte paled. Rock was not there.

Quickly dressing, not caring if he was still sticky from what they had been doing, Forte headed out, looking for Rock.

“Forte,” he heard Blues call, “I think you’d better come to the labs.”

Forte paled at that, nodding once he had spotted the elder ‘bot.

“Rock, apparently, got it into his head to sneak into Wily’s fortress and get the data you mentioned,” Blues said, “he buzzed the labs in your Gospel Boost and dropped a data package. It contained all of your schematics, Gospel’s data and what Wily did to create your energy source. Dad’s going over the information right now.”

Forte cursed none too gently. “I told him not to go. He doesn’t know Wily like I do.”

“Well, he did,” Blues said, “because apparently he really does care about you.”

“Wily will kill him when he realizes … ” Forte said before sighing and running a hand through his hair. When he felt Blues’ hand on his arm, he jumped.

“Dad’s already aware of the problem,” Blues said, “we’ll get Rock back.”

“I’m going too,” Forte said, “no matter what kind of a rescue mission you have in mind, I know the layout of Wily’s fortress.”

“Problem is, if he does figure out Rock’s in your body-” Blues started.

“-He’ll know we’ll come rescue him and I’ll be the only one to lead you to him,” Forte finished, “don’t I already know how hopeless this situation seems, but for Rock’s sake, we need to get him back, and soon.”

“You know, I never believed you could fall in love with my little brother,” Blues said, “the thought of someone like you ever feeling a tender emotion just seemed too strange.”

Forte nodded. “Are you ok with it?”

Blues chuckled softly. “I’m sure I could adjust to it. I mean, dad’s already accepted you and I can tell Roll has too.”

“After this I can’t go back,” Forte said, “it wouldn’t be safe for me to.”

“What if Wily sends all of your brothers after you?” Blues asked, “isn’t that what you always feared would happen if you left for good?”

Forte stopped at the door to Right’s workshop. “If I go back, Wily will dismantle me. He’ll probably keep my core online so I can feel the pain of knowing I’ll never be there for Rock again. It’d be his way of tormenting me until he either kills Rock or tires of the game. Then he’ll just slowly let my core shut down.” Forte shook his head. “I’m as good as dead if Wily gets his hands on me.”

“Then we need to get Rock back, now,” Blues said, “before Wily can do too much damage to you body.”

Forte nodded before actually knocking on the door.

“Come in, come in,” Doctor Right’s voice came from the other side of the door.

“It’s just us,” Forte said as he opened the door, “Blues told me that Rock broke into Wily’s fortress and stole my plans.”

“He did,” Doctor Right said with a soft sigh, “and Blues said that he turned and left before teleporting.”

“Then Wily must have assumed something was wrong and had me, I mean him, teleport where the recall unit was disabled … ” Forte said with a soft growl, “I told him not to go. I knew what Wily would do.”

“The strangest thing was,” Blues said, “he was using Gospel Boost.”

“Which means he’s bonded with Gospel … ” Forte said, feeling his heart want to break at the thought of his wolf turning away from him and to Rockman.

“Then you can use Rush’s powers and use Rush Jet,” Blues said.

Forte shook his head. “I don’t think Rush has accepted me like, apparently, Gospel has Rock …”

“Do you think it’s because he’s turning into you faster than you’re turning into him?” Blues asked.

Forte gave a half shrug. “If he is then it’s all the more why we need to get him back and us switched to our own bodies.”

“You will help us, won’t you?” Doctor Right asked.

“Don’t worry, Doc,” Forte said, “I’ll go get him back. I know Wily’s fortress by heart. I can get in and out better than he could.”

“I’m going too,” Blues said suddenly.

Doctor Right nodded. “Before you go take these,” he said as he handed over what looked like several bracelets, “I’ve learned a lot from what Rock brought back. Wily really put a lot of work into you. He even modified my original Rush Jet in ways I never thought possible. That’s why your Gospel Boost is so powerful.”

“Well … he forgot one thing,” Forte said with a grin, “he forgot and gave me a soul.”

“That he did, my boy,” Doctor Right said as he shuffled over and gave Forte a hug, “and it’s a soul I can see has many great potentials if not under Wily’s influence. I’m sure I can help you learn to become your own, independent robot.”

Forte actually blushed as he hugged Doctor Right back. “Well, we’ll see,” he said, “so, um, what are these things?”

“They are bracelets that have a remote teleport function on them,” Doctor Right said, “once on an individual it will allow them to be teleported directly to my workshop when that button is pressed. That way, if you find yourselves in trouble and unable to teleport, this will automatically bring you back here. The signal will also be untraceable.”

“Good,” Forte said as he pocketed the bracelets before giving Blues one, “I figure that Rock’ll be in my room and that’s right near Wily’s main lab. It’ll be easier to just teleport in, ignore the alarms and get him back here before Wily can do anything else to him.”

“So you know what Wily will do to Rock?” Blues asked.

Forte nodded, looking down. “Trust me, it’s not going to be pretty.”

“Then let’s quit wasting time and go,” Blues said, moving closer to Forte.

Forte whistled for Rush and once the robotic hound was there he homed in on the coordinates to his room and teleported all three of them.

When the alarms went off Forte cursed under his breath, even though he already expected it. “Rock? Can you hear me?” At the lack of response he shifted in the darkness he had once called home, nearly tripping over something which earned him a low and dangerous growl.

“Gospel?” Forte asked, “is that you? Is Rock here?”

At that, Gospel whined.

Forte knelt, feeling around in the darkness. When his hands brushed over cold, still metal he growled softly and took out a bracelet. He searched for Rock’s wrist, nearly slapping the bracelet on as a cold fear settled deep in his core from how unresponsive his lover was. Trying to shake the feeling, he took another and put it around Gospel’s paw. “Right said these will teleport you back to his labs and won’t be tracked. Right’s looked at our schematics so don’t worry, he’ll be able to patch Rock back up.”

Gospel whined before nuzzling Forte’s hand, licking it.

Rush growled softly at that.

“Quit it,” Forte quietly snapped at Rush, “we can’t waste time since they know we’re here.” He turned back and pressed the button on both Rock’s bracelet and Gospel’s, shielding his eyes from their respective gold and violet teleport beams. He put one around Rush’s paw before one on his wrist.

“Now to get out of here before they do catch us,” Blues said, disappearing in a streak of red light.

Forte nodded to no one in particular, even as he shaded his eyes from the brilliance of Blues’ teleport beam. He activated Rush’s bracelet, shielding his eyes from the red-hued teleport beam before getting ready to use his. At a familiar scream Forte froze. He listened at more screams, easily picking out who the voice belonged to. Centaurman.

“Wily, you bastard,” Forte growled out as he stepped out of his old room, wincing when a laser struck the wall near him. He narrowed his eyes and snarled before forming his buster, taking out the lesser robots that tried to stop him. Nothing more than pieces of junk Wily had patched back together after either Rock, Blues or he himself had trashed them. They were easy to destroy considering Wily had put most of his money into his latest projects. He had yet to repair his fortress or even scout out a location for a back-up base of operations. Even Forte’s brothers, or the minor robots that formed a pathetic excuse for defense, had been left to languish in either partial completion or just useless scrap metal. Instead, Wily had used what little money he had on that infernal robot, one he had used as a threat against Forte time and time again.

Forte didn’t bother with any form of courtesy as he blasted the control panel, watching as the door slid up, revealing Wily, blowtorch in one hand, a wrench in the other, his welder’s mask lowered.

“So, I see you decided to show your face,” Wily snarled.

“What? Surprised?” Forte asked, “I assume you already know the truth … “

“Of course I do, Forte,” Wily said, “which is why I dismantled those two traitors for trying to help Rockman escape with your plans … that was what he was after, wasn’t it? So you could share my ideas with Right … so you could betray your own creator!”

“Shut up, old man,” Forte growled out as he leveled Rock’s buster at Wily, “Rock might have reserves about blasting you but I don’t. Creator or not, you’re not going to rule me again.”

“I won’t stop until you both pay,” Wily said, “until both you and that pathetic lover of yours ends up like these two traitors … nothing but scrap.”

“Try and we’ll stop you,” Forte said.

Wily growled. “There’s no way you can stand up to an army of your brothers. Not even you are that good … “

Forte snorted. “Something that was mentioned to me a while ago finally sunk in … I’d like to think it’s because of Rock’s personality wearing off on me … but, you know, I am the strongest robot alive. And you know why? It’s because I do have a reason to fight … and it’s not just to be the strongest robot in the world … it’s because I have something I can believe in. I don’t fight to prove anything to anyone. I fight to protect.”

“You worthless piece of scrap metal … ” Wily said, voice low and deadly.

“Can it,” Forte shouted, firing a shot dangerously close to Wily, “I’m sick and tired of your yapping.”

Wily cringed at that. “You wouldn’t dare harm me … “

“Want to make a bet?” Forte asked, the corner of his mouth curling into a dangerous grin, something that would have been more effective if he had his canines still.

He didn’t give Wily a chance to respond as he fired again, slowly edging his creator away from his two brothers. He knew he had two bracelets left, including the one on his own wrist, and he knew just who he was going to use them on.

When he was close enough, he slapped a bracelet onto Centaurman, or, at least, what was left of him, before he hit the button.

“What are you doing?” Wily nearly shrieked.

“Saving my brothers,” Forte said as he banished Rock’s buster long enough to transfer the bracelet from his own wrist to Tenguman, likewise activating it and sending his other brother back to Right’s lab, before reactivating Rock’s buster.

“That’s not going to save them,” Wily said, “if you think this act will atone for all you’ve done you’re wrong. You’re not going to become a saint, if that’s what you’re looking for.”

“I know my soul is probably already damned for what I’ve done,” Forte said, “but at least I’m giving them a chance to live, free of your control. Right knows about our recall units and that’d be the first thing he’d disable. The second thing he’d disable would be our teleport units so you couldn’t get a hold of us to begin with.”

Wily shook with what Forte assumed was anger, especially since his ‘prized creation’ was now defying him in ways that even Forte had never thought possible.

“You’ve lost,” Forte continued, “you just haven’t realized it.” He fired again, close to Wily. He wasn’t sure if it was lingering loyalty to Wily or if it was Rock’s own sense of justice, but he couldn’t get himself to outright kill Wily, no matter how much he wanted to.

“You’re weak,” Wily said, obviously shaken by the near attacks as his voice wavered from time to time.

“I was told once my energy was powerful,” Forte said, “but it’s not the energy you created … it was something someone told me was ‘justice energy’. And you know what, he was right. Now that I know what my true destiny really is, things are clearer … and my energy is stronger than ever.”

“Your destiny is not your own,” Wily said, “no matter what you think you will never be in control of your own destiny. You’ll see … you’ll realize why this act of rebellion has doomed you and those you care about … Soon, Forte … mark my words.”

“Not if you don’t have a fortress to work in,” Forte said before he opened fire on the computers, watching as each one exploded, sparked, fried or otherwise ceased to work. With so much damage he knew it would slow Wily down long enough to give Right a chance to fix not only Rock but also Centaurman and Tenguman as well.

When he was done, Forte smirked, crossed his arms as he banished Rock’s buster and teleported out of the smoking lab area. He had set his teleport directly to the labs, knowing that was where Rock would be. He watched as Doctor Right worked frantically, having already cancelled Forte’s armor on Rock. He could tell by how pale Right looked he was not expecting what Wily would have done to Forte’s body. Moving over Forte checked Rock’s wounds visually and, if his reserves hadn’t been as strong as they were, he might have been sick. He was used to what Wily did to him but to know Rock had to endure it cut him deeply.

“He will make it, right?” Blues asked, voice soft and filled with an emotion Forte thought the other ‘bot was not capable of. Fear.

“He should,” Doctor Right said, “the wounds seem mostly superficial.”

But not your soul, Forte thought bitterly, Wily will have damaged your soul as badly as he did you body. ”Don’t count on it,” he said aloud, “Wily was not in his right mind … assuming he had a right mind at all … Not considering what he did to Centaur and Tengu.”

Rush whined softly, nuzzling Forte’s hand, sensing his current master’s distress.

Forte knelt and ruffled Rush’s head. “He’ll make it,” he said, “don’t worry. Rock’s stronger than that.”

“I’ve stabilized his systems so I can work on repairing the damage,” Doctor Right said, “if it hadn’t been for his bravery then this wouldn’t be possible.”

Forte rose. “I hope you don’t mind that I, um, brought back a couple of my brothers. They’re not really loyal to Wily so you don’t have to worry about them. Their systems are run-of-the-mill so they’ll be easy to patch up, assuming their cores hold out. Wily … did more to them than he did to Rock.”

“I’ll tend to them once I know Rock is going to be ok,” Doctor Right said.

“Not all of us are cold-blooded killers, you know,” Forte said when he noticed the scowl on Blues’ face, “some of us are just unlucky enough to have a madman as our creator or forced owner. Besides, Wily did what he did to them because they tried to help Rock escape with Gospel’s and my plans.”

“How many would side with you if given the chance?” Blues asked.

“Out of the ten still functioning, and that’s including these two, I’d say about half of them would join us,” Forte said, “one might be a bit tricky but I’m sure, if he is patched up and sent against us, I can get him to see reason … “

“If they wish to defect, they can find a home here,” Doctor Right said.

“Thanks, Doc,” Forte said, finding it easier and more natural to call Doctor Right that and not be sarcastic.

“You are most welcome, my boy,” Doctor Right said, giving Forte a gentle grin before returning to his work.

Forte knew there was nothing else he could do but wait, so he moved over and checked on Tenguman first before moving to Centaurman. When he noticed the robotic centaur shift slightly, as good as he could considering he was missing most of his lower half and one arm, Forte reached out and put a gentle hand on his cracked shoulder guard.

“Rock … man … danger,” Centaurman said brokenly.

“We know,” Forte said, “he’s safe with Right. When I realized what Wily was doing I snagged you and Tengu as well.”

Centaurman gave a weak smile. “It was the least … I could do … to try and … spare you some … pain.”

“Wily did a number on Rock,” Forte said, “but not as bad as what he did to you and Tengu.”

“I see Rockman’s … personality is … wearing off … on you,” Centaurman said with a weak and painful chuckle, cracking one eye open.

“Might be for the better?” Forte said more than asked, giving a half shrug.

Centaurman smiled a bit more before closing his eye, seeming to go into standby to conserve his energy.

Forte jumped when a hand suddenly rested on his shoulder.

“I’m glad you’re starting to change,” Blues said.

“In a way, so am I,” Forte said as he turned to look at the older robot, “it feels a lot different not to be so … cold and unfeeling. Not that I don’t like the change but it’s not something I’m used to. I’m used to acting on pure, feral instinct, not logic. It seems so strange still … “

“What about Rock?” Blues asked, “if you’re becoming more and more like him, will he finally turn into what you once was?”

Forte hesitated then sighed, nodding. “It’s only logical,” he said, “I noticed when we, um, well, he lost control, became a real monster. The raw emotions I’m used to controlling controlled him instead. He couldn’t handle the darkness I was created with and it overwhelmed his good nature.”

Blues didn’t seem to like that answer. “Can we reverse it? I don’t want to lose my little bro.”

“I … honestly don’t know,” Forte said with a soft sigh.

“With time I might be able to extract both of their personality data now that I have complete access to Forte’s construction,” Doctor Right said, “and now that I know what powers him I can replicate it so he won’t have to worry about running out of energy.”

“I’d like that,” Forte said, and he meant it.

Blues shifted some into the silence before finally breaking it. ”So … why would any of your brothers want to defect?”

“You know not all of the ones Wily has used, he built,” Forte said, “like those he had stolen from Right, Cossack and that stupid strongest robot competition he set up. Centaur was one of the finalists in that contest so, naturally, he’s never been that loyal to Wily. Tengu just became sick of what his old man was doing and decided he had had enough. However, defecting from a madman who has complete control of your systems isn’t easy. Wily didn’t build that many safeguards in me and look what it got him.”

Blues nodded. “So are the others, besides Tenguman, from the contest?”

“Believe it or not, no,” Forte said, “Centaur’s the only one of that group still active … and I’m afraid he’s going to need a whole new horse’s ass built for him, considering Wily has the rest in pieces …”

“I can rebuild both of them using new material,” Doctor Right said, “just as I can rebuild you. Don’t worry, you will have the same energy source you do now.”

“That way Wily’d have no control over us,” Forte said with a grin, “I should have thought of that.”

Doctor Right chuckled softly. “I’ll even improve Rock’s body with some of your technology to help him in combat.”

“It’ll do him good to get up to my level,” Forte said, “having a strong sense of justice is one thing but when you’re under attack that isn’t going to save your hide, only force will.”

“Not always,” Blues said, “but most of the time, I have to agree.”

“I’m sure you will help Rock learn how to fight better,” Doctor Right said, “be a sort of older, well, a brother figure to him.”

“I know, strange, huh?” Forte asked, “here I am, a lot younger than he is but more mature seeming.”

“You mean mentally deranged,” Blues couldn’t help but say with a snicker.

Forte just chuckled, not attacking Blues with words or even an angry glare. “Well, that too, but that’s just my natural charm, you know.”

“A ‘charm’ that Rock now has,” Blues said.

“You don’t have to remind me about it,” Forte grumbled under his breath. He fell silent as he watched Doctor Right work to repair Rock’s damage, Gospel sitting diligently by the work table. A part of him felt sad his wolf had turned to Rock but he also knew it must hurt Rock to see Rush so amiable toward Forte.

With a soft sigh Forte moved over to the table and just looked down at Rock, picking out the old scars Forte himself had received as opposed to the new ones Wily had given the former blue ‘bot. He reached out and took a hold of Rock’s hand. Just stay strong, love, he thought, I’ll be here for you, you don’t have to worry about that now. Or ever again. Nothing is going to keep us apart. I swear on it.

Forte waited, somewhat impatiently, until Doctor Right had finished with the repairs before he carried Rock to his bedroom to rest on something more comfortable than a work table. He eased Rock into bed, not sure if it would frighten him too much if he laid down with him or if the contact would be soothing for Rock’s, no doubt, damaged soul.

Rock seemed calm and stable enough so Forte pulled over a chair and sat, taking a hold of Rock’s hand as he waited for his lover to wake.

When Forte felt Rock shiver he opened his eyes, not realizing he had drifted off into a light sleep mode. “It’s ok, love,” he said softly, “I’m here. You’re safe at home now.”

“Forte,” Rock whimpered out before sitting bolt upright, a strangled cry escaping him.

“Rock, look at me,” Forte said, voice slightly forceful, “Rock, you’re ok now. Your dad patched you back up. You’re in your room now.”

Slowly Rock shifted his terrified gaze to Forte before letting out a harsh sob, clinging to the smaller ‘bot.

Forte gently caressed Rock’s back. He closed his eyes at the pain he knew his lover was going through. He was no stranger to the pain, to the damage Wily could do when angry enough. Forte also knew he was strong enough to handle it. Rock, with his gentle and kind soul … He couldn’t help but shiver, knowing that Rock was going to be messed up for a while. Even if Doctor Right could get them back into their bodies and their personalities straightened out, he knew this trauma wouldn’t go away so easily.

“Forte,” Rock whimpered as he clung to the blue ‘bot.

“Blues and I got you out so don’t worry,” Forte said, “Gospel is here too. He watched over you after Wily took you back to my room.”

Rock shifted and reached out for the violet wolf.

As if on command, Gospel put his forepaws on the bed and nuzzled Rock.

Forte felt something ache inside when Rock let go of him and turned to Gospel for comfort. It was a natural reaction, he had to remind himself. After all, when Wily had tortured him he had turned to Gospel for comfort where he had no one else to rely on.

“I know you’re hurting,” Forte said, “that’s why I told you not to go there. I knew what Wily would do to you.”

“I-I just wanted to get the specs,” Rock said around his tears, “so dad could repair your body.”

“I could have gone in and gotten the information without all this trouble,” Forte said.

“What if Wily had caught you?” Rock asked fearfully.

“I would have blasted my way out,” Forte said, “and Wily would have been none the wiser.”

Rock fell silent for a moment. “He … he knows about us.”

“I know … we … kinda had words over it,” Forte said, “I knew he had to have known considering what he did to you … I know he would have punished me for defying him and I knew that meant he would scan your memory files to find out why who he thought was his creation had disobeyed him.”

Rock nodded. “H-he’ll come for us, won’t he?” he asked, turning scared eyes toward Forte.

“If he does, we’ll just have to take care of him, won’t we?” Forte said more than asked, “I’ll work with your dad to make sure if Wily does attack us with all of my brothers he can repair on short notice we’ll be ready. Some of my brothers aren’t as loyal to Wily as others and if they are among the attack force, maybe there’s a way we can remotely disable their recall unit so they can defect permanently to our side?”

“So there are more than just Centaurman and Tenguman?” Rock asked.

Forte nodded. “Of all the robots Wily’s stolen, Centaur is the only one still functioning, at least that I know of, from that strongest robot competition. Of the other ones who are either mostly ready to be reactivated or are partially completed, there are a good number that are very dissatisfied with an insane creator and would leave given the chance. Like Tengu.”

“They told you?” Rock asked.

“Well … I accidentally caught Tenguman sharing some porn with Centaurman and Stoneman,” Forte said with a soft laugh, “I thought they were going to die on the spot thinking I was going to turn them in to Wily. Wily really frowns on any type of ‘familial relationship’ which is why he did what he did to you. So anyway,” he continued, wanting to shift the subject so Rock would hopefully not dwell on what happened, “we talked and they realized my true allegiance was with myself, and not Wily, so they relaxed. That’s why Centaur and Tengu helped you try to escape, because they understood.”

“Wily’s going to hurt them because they helped me … you did save them … didn’t you?” Rock asked, fear all too evident in his voice.

“After I had gotten you and Gospel out, Blues left and I sent Rush back,” Forte began, “when I heard screams coming from his lab, I blasted my way in and confronted Wily over what he had done. I know I royally pissed him off but, whatever. I didn’t care what he thought of me. I knew I was no longer his robot since my heart and soul belongs to another … and to answer your question, yes, I did bring them back. Your dad’s going to repair them so we’ll have two more fighters on our side.”

“Unless Wily attacks before then,” Rock said, voice going soft.

Forte reached over and gave Rock a hug, kissing him softly. “Love, if he does we’ll just deal with him, right?”

“He’ll force you to go back,” Rock whispered.

Forte shook his head. “I can’t go back to him,” he said, “I refuse to leave you. Ever. So get used to having me hanging around because I will be.”

Rock gave a weak smile before hugging Forte tight.

Forte smiled sadly at the tears he felt wetting his neck. You’re too innocent to go through what I had to, he bitterly mused, I just hope that together we can work through this and you can become your old, happy self again. Though that was one thing he didn’t think would ever happen, not considering what Wily had done. He cursed his creator in any way he could think for harming Rock like he did.

It took what seemed like forever before Rock’s tears stilled, though every so often he would shiver.

“I promise you,” Forte said, voice soft, almost a bare whisper, “that I’ll do whatever I can to help you. No matter what it is.”

“Stay with me,” Rock whispered back.

“I will,” Forte said softly, “forever and always.”

Forte felt Rock smile against his neck before he felt too familiar fangs graze along the tender flesh there causing him to shiver. “Rock … are you sure about this?”

“I need you,” Rock whispered before shifting to look at Forte.

Forte reached up and caressed one violet stripe, gazing into eyes he knew shouldn’t belong to his lover, pained crimson-colored eyes that held a deep sorrow. “I know, love,” he said softly before leaning forward to give Rock a gentle kiss. However, Rock’s kiss was far from gentle as he felt his lover shift him closer, almost crushingly so. Forte knew why. Rock was still hurting in ways he didn’t understand. Ways that were too familiar to Forte.

When Rock pushed Forte onto the bed, the former dark ‘bot pushed back some. “Rock, take my armor off. You’re going to hurt your body.”

Rock blinked before Forte’s armor flared and faded.

“There’s no need to rush this,” Forte said, “remember, you’re the gentle one.”

“I-I know,” Rock stammered out, “it’s just … “

Forte leaned ahead and gave Rock a gentle kiss even as he reached down between them and began to knead his lover firmly through his pants, earning him a deep moan. Even though it was against his nature, Forte kept it slow, knowing just how to please Rock. Every time Rock started to get rough he’d back off, gently reminding him to slow down. Not even when Rock slipped a hand in his pants did he let it get too rough.

“Forte,” Rock whispered, “I need you.”

“I know you do,” Forte said as he shifted, lowering Rock’s pants, “and yes, before you say anything I’ll do the taking this time.”

Rock nodded, helping Forte undress him before returning the favor and removing the smaller ‘bot’s pants.

Forte leaned down, gently stroking Rock before feasting on his lover. He had to smile when he felt Rock’s hands in his hair, fingers sometimes tugging, especially if Forte found a particularly sensitive spot. It was only natural since Forte had pleased himself many times when he couldn’t get away from Wily to see Rock that he would know the best places to touch his former body.

When he knew Rock was ready he reached for the oil and coated himself before he slipped two fingers down. He knew his body had never been on the receiving end and that this was going to hurt Rock a lot more than he realized.

Rock cried out, body tensing around Forte’s fingers. He whispered reassurances to Rock even as he made sure to prep him to the best of his ability, not liking how loose he was down there. He knew the body he had once inhabited should be tighter down there considering no one had ever taken him …

When Rock actually begged Forte, he leaned down and gave him a deep kiss, shifting Rock’s hips to take him. He knew how strange this seemed, watching the pleasure Rock felt on a face that should belong to him, but he quickly shook it from his mind. He kept the pace fast but not hard, wanting to prolong this as much as possible, hoping that Rock would fall asleep after this even though his own body was built stronger than that. He was afraid he would drift off first and not be able to watch over Rock like he always did after they had spent time together considering the first time they were together he did just that and Rock had gone off and nearly gotten himself killed.

“So close,” Rock breathed out around the kiss, his moans deep and vibrating.

Forte debated pushing Rock as far as he could then gave up on the idea. He reached down and began to roughly stroke Rock in time with his thrusts, feeling his own reserves start to slip.

Rock cried out, body tensing and shivering beneath Forte. “Harder,” he panted out.

Forte obliged, raking Rock with his nails, shifting his angle, trying to find that one, certain spot he knew would push Rock over the edge.

With a scream, Rock’s body arched hard, barely muffled by the fierce kiss Forte had him in. He mewled, the sound strange coming from Rock’s vocal unit when Forte found his own release.

When the spasms had ended, Forte collapsed on top of Rock, breathing hard. “Your body … no stamina,” he panted out.

“Sorry,” Rock whispered breathlessly.

“Don’t be,” Forte said, even as he could feel sleep wanting to pull him under. So much for watching over Rock.

“Love you,” Rock whispered, snuggling Forte close.

“Love you too,” Forte said softly, nestling down against Rock, the feeling so right seeming it almost scared him. It’s too late, isn’t it? I’ve become you and you’ve become me …

Before he could ponder any further Forte drifted into a sleep cycle, a warm and sated smile on his face.

* * *
“So why hasn’t Wily attacked yet?” Rock asked.

Forte looked over to Rock, stretching some to get the kinks out of his cybernetic muscles. “I did a number on his main work lab,” he said, “that, and he’s one, old geezer to work, with little money, on my brothers, whereas you have a whole army of ‘bots here to help you.”

“I am glad you have decided to help us,” Doctor Right said, “it will make repairing Centaurman and Tenguman all the easier.”

Forte nodded. “It’s the least I can do to make up for everything.”

“Just so long as we can get them finished before Wily does make a move,” Blues said as he looked over from where he was helping Doctor Right solder in a stabilizing strut for one of Centaurman’s legs.

“Well, we’ll know if he does,” Forte said, “he’s mad enough where we got in, got all of you out, and I trashed his lab and talked back to him, he won’t even bother posturing and will probably just attack.”

“That’s what I’m worried about,” Blues said, “not having the advanced warning.”

“We’re just about done with Centaurman,” Doctor Right said, “he should be able to come online in a few minutes. All we have is to connect this leg and run a diagnostic on it and, once his systems can reroute to recognize the new construction, he should be good to go and I can begin work on Tenguman.”

“Centaur’ll be a big help,” Forte said, “Tengu would be better where he has flight capabilities, but with Rush Jet and Gospel Boost I think Rock and I can handle the air.”

Doctor Right nodded. “I’m glad you have managed to figure out how to use those abilities. It will make fighting easier until I can find the time to return you to your bodies.”

“Have you figured out how to do it?” Forte asked as he quirked a brow.

“I think I have,” Doctor Right said, “once I’m done with Centaurman I will check the computer calculations. If they read what I think they will then I can try to switch you back. I can’t guarantee it will work, just as I can’t guarantee that something might not go wrong. I will understand if you are uneasy about trying this.”

“Dad, don’t worry,” Rock said, idly chewing on his lower lip with one of his fangs, “I know the risks and I’m willing to take them.”

“I think it’d be a lot better if we were in our own bodies,” Forte said, “not just because it seems strange looking at me but knowing it’s Rock in there but … um … for other reasons too.” When Rock turned and gave Forte a hug, he jumped, looking up into crimson eyes. “That too.”

“I … think I can learn to adjust to the changes,” Rock said, “it’s not so bad as long as I don’t think on it.”

“What changes?” Blues asked.

“The fact he’s in the body of a homicidal maniac and starting to show signs of instability,” Forte said, “in other words, he’s starting to get my madness … “

“I had a feeling that would happen,” Doctor Right said, “any changes to your personality I can’t readily change, but I can put your memory files and the data from your cognitive circuits back in the correct body.”

Forte nodded. “I figured that was what you’d have to do.”

“There, all done,” Doctor Right said, “I’ve sent the command for him to wake. Let me go over the figures again and then I can tell you whether or not I can extract each of your memory files and install them in the correct body without losing any data or any core instability issues.”

Forte nodded again, moving over. “Hey, Centaur,” he said, “time to rise and shine.”

It took a moment before there was a slight flick of Centaurman’s tail, legs shifting before he opened his eyes. “Rockman? No, Forte.”

“Well, at least your brain’s not scrambled, that’s good,” Forte said, “and yeah, I’m still in Rock’s body. But, the Doc thinks he can get us back into the right body.”

“That would make more sense, at least to me,” Centaurman said, “Rockman, I am sorry I could not protect you.”

“That’s ok,” Rock said, “I knew the risks I was taking, and I wanted to help Forte any way I could.”

“I can see you really care a lot about him,” Centaurman said with a gentle smile, shifting to rise, his gaze moving from Rock to Doctor Right, “and I must thank you for rebuilding me.”

“No need to thank me,” Doctor Right said, “after all you and Tenguman have done to help Rock it was my pleasure to help you.”

Forte patted Centaurman on the shoulder, forced now to reach up on his tip toes to do it. “So, going to join our little party?”

“If I go back to Wily he will be sure to terminate me,” Centaurman said, “I will stay for as long as you wish me to. When my welcome has worn out, I will go in search of my true creator.”

“You may stay as long as you wish,” Doctor Right said, “unlike Wily I never hold anyone against their will.”

Rock nodded. “Which is why Blues rarely stays here. He’s too free a spirit to stay chained down in one place.”

“I could have said the same about Forte,” Centaurman said with a soft chuckle.

“Well … I have good reasons,” Forte said as he shifted and gave Rock a kiss.

When he heard Doctor Right clear his throat, Forte pulled back with a soft blush. “Sorry, Doc,” he said.

“No need to apologize,” Doctor Right said, “the calculations seem to correlate my hypothesis and yes, I can switch you back.”

“No time like the present,” Forte said as he moved over to a table and hopped on, laying down.

“This shouldn’t take too long,” Doctor Right said, “it’ll be easier to extract your memories from Rock’s body than it will be to work on yours. I’m more used to my own son’s construction than yours, even if the plans he got are very helpful.”

“I understand,” Forte said, “and if anything goes wrong … there won’t be any hard feelings.” He watched Doctor Right nod and smile before switching himself offline, a last, quick prayer that things would work out.

When the command line came to wake, Forte switched his systems back on, blinking mentally. He ran a diagnostic and would have cheered except his motor control was a bit sluggish as his data files reacquainted themselves to his old core.

“So … did it work?” he heard Blues ask.

“The computers say it was a complete success, however, it might take time for them to readjust to their own bodies,” Doctor Right said.

“It hasn’t been that long,” Blues said, “it shouldn’t take long. Should it?”

“That depends on how their systems handle the change,” Doctor Right said.

“Well enough,” Forte managed to say, voice still slurred just a bit, “how’s Rock?”

“Stable,” Doctor Right said, “he’s still resting.”

“Good,” Forte said, finding it easier to talk as his systems rerouted themselves back to the familiar nuances of his own body, “it doesn’t matter if I live or die, just that nothing happens to Rock.”

“Don’t worry,” Doctor Right said, “I won’t let anything happen to you. Now that I know you are no longer a danger you are more than welcome to stay here for as long as you want.”

“Thanks, Doc,” Forte said as he sat, a hand going to his head for a moment as everything swam before his optics.

He jumped when he felt hands on his shoulders stabilizing him. He looked up, ready to thank Doctor Right but he was surprised to see it was Blues instead.

“I guess this means I can officially say: ‘welcome to the family,’ ” Blues said.

“I guess,” Forte said with a soft chuckle, “I just hope you’re still ok with it?”

“You? Worried about how I’d feel having you lurking around?” Blues asked, “I guess Rock’s personality really did wear off on you.”

“I just hope my own personality fades once he wakes,” Forte said, looking around to see where Rock was, “he doesn’t need to live with what I was created with.”

“Well, from now on neither of you have to worry,” Doctor Right said, “now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to work on Tenguman now.”

Forte nodded, moving so his legs dangled over the edge of the table. He sighed as he shifted, stretching hard. “Guess your old man decided to repair some damage Wily refused to fix,” he said with a soft chuckle, “I feel better than ever … and that reminds me … ” He closed his eyes, searching out Gospel. “Um, Blues? Open the door, will you? Gospel’s on his way and I don’t want him to break the door down.”

“Oh, yeah,” Blues said as he moved over, just getting the door open before a streak of silver and purple shot through the doorway, leaping with a grace most wouldn’t think could come from the mechanical beast as he easily knocked Forte off of the table.

“Easy, boy,” Forte said, laughing softly as he roughhoused with Gospel, a huge grin on his face, “I don’t have my armor on.”

Gospel whined a bit at that but backed off on command, seeming to be relieved that his true master was back in his rightful body.

“Don’t worry,” Forte said, “we’ll have a chance to go play. I know you’ve probably missed it.”

Gospel nodded, nuzzling Forte before licking his face.

Forte just laughed, glad things were starting to get back to normal.

“If you two need to go, go,” Blues said, “I’ll watch over Rock and let him know that you two are out playing.”

“You don’t mind?” Forte asked as he rose.

“Why should I?” Blues asked, “he’s my brother, after all.”

“Thanks, bro,” Forte said, the unfamiliar term for Blues coming easily to him, “I owe you one.” He formed his armor before a stunned Blues could speak and darted out of the labs, not having to give Gospel the command to follow.

Now with more protection he let their play time get rough, even nipping Gospel with his fangs and growling, more like an animal than a humanoid robot. He didn’t know whether to thank Rock or worry where his soul felt lighter, more at peace than it ever had.

Not even when the first few drops of rain fell did Forte care, slipping and sliding in the now muddied ground, laughing hard at Gospel and how dirty the pair of them were. Doctor Right was going to have a fit, he knew, when they came in covered from head to tail in mud.

Thunder rumbled overhead and Forte sat back, wiping mud from his face. “Ok, ok,” he said, “you win.”

Gospel bounded over and pounced, pinning Forte to his back in the mud. Payback for worrying me, came soft, gentle words in Forte’s mind.

"I know, I know," Forte said, "but if you could tell me how we got switched in the first place we can make sure it never happens again because I sure as Hell don’t know what happened. And, to tell you the truth, I don’t want it to happen again, either." He ruffled Gospel’s head before freezing when his radar picked up a large energy signal heading their way. He shoved the robotic wolf off of him and rolled out of the way as a bolt of lightning struck where they had just been.

Forte was on his feet, cybernetic muscles tensed as his radar sprang to life. His eyes went wide when he picked up signals he should have been monitoring for in the first place. “Damn it,” he swore, “Rock’s made me too soft.”

Gospel growled at that, but whether from agreement or anger that Forte would badmouth the blue ‘bot was unclear.

When Forte sensed another energy bolt, he darted, listening as the lighting crashed into a tree behind him. “Cloudman, show yourself. Or are you too chicken and would rather hide in the clouds?”

“That’s for him to know and you to find out,” another voice said.

Forte stopped. “So, Wily somehow managed to patch you back up that quickly, huh? What? He only patched up two of you to come after all of us? That’s his first mistake. Especially if he sent two weaklings like yourselves.”

“Then why is Cloudman keeping you on the move, hm?” a third voice said.

“Wonderful,” Forte said, “it’s bad enough Cloudman is trying to use me for target practice but now you have to bring in Grenademan to help? Stony, I though you knew better. Three against one isn’t fair.”

“Wily sent us to destroy you and that mutt of yours before taking care of Right once and for all,” Grenademan said.

Forte rolled his eyes, trying to hide the fear that wanted to creep up. “Like that’s going to scare me? I mean, if that’s all he’s got then you’re not even going to get past me.”

“Oh, I think we will,” Grenademan said.

Forte darted out of the way as he took after Stoneman first, hoping to get the giant to realize that it was ok to defect now that they would have a second home to go to. However, dodging Cloudman’s lightning bolts and stray shots from Grenademan wasn’t helping the situation any, especially if Wily had any personality controls added to them.

“We need to get rid of that pest in the sky first,” Forte said, “Gospel, you know what to do.”

Gospel howled before turning to energy. When Forte felt the familiar hum of his wolf’s mind in his and their combined powers merging he smiled, the grin more feral than anything else. He shot straight up in the air, searching for Cloudman. He kept his radar active, ready for anything.

“That’s not going to save you now,” Wily’s voice suddenly crackled over his radio, “you might hold those three off and, with some luck even beat them, but not the other four I have headed for the labs.”

“You’re bluffing,” Forte growled out, firing his buster in random directions as his radar crackled with static just before a lightning bolt streaked by.

“Are you willing to take that bet?” Wily asked, laughing.

“Damn you,” Forte growled out. He knew there was no way Centaurman and Blues could hold off four of his brothers.

“I think you’re the one who’s damned, Forte,” Wily said, “I am right, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, so what?” Forte asked, “Right figured out how to switch us back, you should be happy.”

“If it was as simple as that, yes,” Wily said, “but you’ve broken one of the more severe mores I’ve set in place. You fell in love. With the enemy no less. For that you will be terminated. No more second chances, Forte.”

Forte dove sharply as a bolt sped his way, shifting and firing Gospel’s jets, hoping he could put distance between them so he could warn Right. “Whatever,” he said as he broke below the cloud bank, firing on Grenademan as he passed over head, not stopping to see if he had finished his brother off or not, “consider me a free ‘bot from now on.”

“Then you’ll die like the dog you are,” Wily said before the transmission was cut.

Forte said nothing, hitting his radio once he was within range he knew the others might not be able to pick up. “Doc, Wily’s sent four of my brothers after your labs. Three others are after me. I’m on my way back to the labs.”

“Thank you for warning me,” Doctor Right said, “Centaurman and Blues are moving to help defend the labs and Roll has gone to activate the outer defense systems. I’ve told her to make sure to program in that you and Gospel are no longer enemies.”

“Make sure she also lists Gospel Boost as friendly,” Forte said, “because that’s what I’m using right now.”

“She will,” Doctor Right said, “and Forte, good luck.”

“Thanks, Doc,” Forte said, shifting as a shot streaked from below, nicking his cheek, “because I think I’m going to need it.”

He looked down, trying to locate the signal. He knew of only one robot with that good aim. Someone they couldn’t get to defect to their side. Searchman.

Forte shifted, diving lower even though it put him closer to Searchman’s sniper fire. He tried to find him, knowing he had to be stopped first or the battle would be over long before it had started. Though he suddenly felt a curious pain lance through his side and his eyes went wide when he felt the merger end with Gospel, the two of them falling out of control. He hadn’t even sensed the shot his systems were now realizing came from Searchman.

He didn’t even cry out when his body slammed into the ground, skidding a good distance before falling still. Forte coughed, shaking his head as he rose, a hand to his side. He noted that Gospel was, so far, unhurt, at least from Searchman’s shot.

“We can’t do this like this,” Forte said, “we have to move. If he can pick us off from the air, down here we’re as good as dead.”

Gospel growled his agreement, sniffing the air.

Forte began to move, not liking the odds now. Maybe they couldn’t win after all? Maybe it was a losing battle. Get yourself together. You’ve never let odds like this get to you before. You also haven’t thought during battle, just acted. Acted on pure instinct, became the predator you were built to be. So why are you losing time arguing with yourself, get out there and do what you were built to do. Destroy the enemy.

You’re right, you know, Gospel’s mind seem to echo in his, you’re not as wild as you were. Rockman’s changed you …

"But is it for the good or not?" Forte asked as he moved, cursing the rain that now poured from the heavens, no doubt Cloudman’s doing.

Gospel only response was a low growl before he darted off. Forte started to follow, not wanting to get separated from his wolf but he knew following in his condition wouldn’t be easy. Instead he headed back to Right’s lab, hoping they could regroup and fight them off.

The going was slower than he had wanted, especially since he was in the edge of the city and nowhere near Right’s lab. It meant his systems might not hold out, considering Searchman’s shot had damaged a vital area, let alone the force of the crash. He was amazed he was still walking, to tell anyone the truth.

Ignoring the pain as best as he could, Forte continued along, using whatever he could find for support, his other hand over his side. Thunder crashed above as his vision was temporarily blinded by the harsh light. Cloudman was trying to find him which meant that Searchman must have lost his signal somewhere. Or so he hoped. Each breath was tortured now and he figured that somewhere along the way he must have damaged his intake system. Forte was forced to pause, coughing hard, spitting out bitter fluid. Coolant fluid.

Eyes shut tight in pain, Forte was forced to wait until it passed. His fingers dug into his side, slicked with fluid and rain. Drops of water fell from the points of his helmet to splash against his breastplate. His radar decided to crackle with static before dying which left him with no idea if any of the robots were following him. “Great … just great … Just when I need it the most it goes out … “

With a deep groan, Forte pushed himself up and took a step, thunder rumbling overhead ahead which meant that Cloudman must be homing in on him quicker than he first though. His control was getting sluggish, each step forcing his foot armor to drag in the mud, slowing him down even more.

“There you are, Forte,” he heard a deep voice rumble out, “thought you could escape us after all?”

Forte paused, turning slowly, mouth set in a thin line of pain. “What does it look like, Coldman?” he asked with a snarl, though it came out weaker than he had wanted it, “I’m sick and tired of being his lap dog, something you seem to be a pro at.”

“Speaking of your mutt,” Coldman said, “Searchman should have terminated him just about now.”

Forte snarled again, shakily raising his blaster as lightning streaked overhead. “I’ll make you all pay if you harm him any … “

“In that condition?” Coldman said with a laugh, the puddles around him already frozen, seeming to creep closer and closer to the dark robot, “time to die, Forte. Wily marked you as his own and that’s the way you’ll die.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Forte heard a voice shout over the driving rain. He didn’t turn to see who spoke, he couldn’t miss Rock’s voice for anything.

“Rockman,” Coldman said with a deep laugh, “so, decided to die with him?”

“Rock,” Forte said, “get out of here. Searchman might be around.”

“I’m not going to leave you to die,” Rock said, “I can take them on.”

“I know, love,” Forte said, “but in this case one of us has to live and I’d rather it be you, not me.”

“Forte, you can’t say that!” Rockman nearly exclaimed.

Forte just shook his head, which was the wrong thing to do. His legs gave out and he came crashing to the ground.

“Forte!” Rock cried out.

“Concentrate on the battle, not me,” Forte snapped, “or they’ll kill you too.”

Rock blinked before nodding, turning and firing, sometimes growling softly, his whole posture different.

So you have become me, Forte bitterly mused, shifting when he heard the pounding of feet, multiple feet if his audio circuits picked the sounds correctly from the driving rain, it might not be such a bad thing after all …

"Forte, can you get on my back?" Centaurman asked as he stopped, kicking up mud.

“With help, yeah,” Forte said, “Searchman did some major damage, not to mention crashing into the ground from a moderately-high altitude …”

Centaurman nodded, shifting his shield as he lowered his hand to help Forte up. “Blues is holding his own at the labs with Roll. Doctor Right is nearly finished with Tenguman.”

“Good,” Forte said as, with more pain than he thought possible, he managed to climb on Centaurman’s back, holding on for dear life considering warnings were popping up everywhere now, “because Cloudman is just as much of a pain as Searchman is. If we can get rid of Searchman then maybe with Rush Jet Rock can get Cloudman?”

“For now, let me get you back to Right Labs so he can repair your damage,” Centaurman said as he shifted, shield trying to protect as much of Forte, as well as himself, as he could.

Forte nodded, closing his eyes as he rested, nearly falling off when Centaurman entered the labs with a clattering of metal hooves.

“Forte,” Doctor Right said as he moved over.

Forte shrugged off of Centaurman’s back, crashing to the floor. “Damn Searchman,” he hissed, curling into the pain.

“I need to go help Rockman,” Centaurman said.

“Go, go,” Doctor Right said, “Tenguman can help me.”

“So the repairs have been finished?” Centaurman asked.

At the silence, Forte cracked an eye open to see Doctor Right nod.

“Good,” Centaurman said before turning and sprinting out of the labs.

Forte groaned in pain, growling softly when he felt arms lifting him up and laying him onto a table.

“Do not worry,” Tenguman said, “I will take care of Searchman.”

“Thanks, bro,” Forte said, struggling to stay online.

“You have my word … brother,” Tenguman said.

“Before you go, take these,” Doctor Right said, handing something over to Tenguman by the sound of it, “if you find any more of your brothers you know would side with us, use that, it’ll jam any sensors or programs Wily may have running in them. Rock already has a few bracelets on him in case he does encounter anyone who might defect.”

“Thank you,” Tenguman said, “I will be sure to use them when possible.”

Forte sighed as he heard the humanoid-avian finally leave. “I can’t get out of this tin can, he damaged the armor recall unit.”

“Don’t worry,” Doctor Right said, “I can get you out of this.”

Forte nodded, shifting weakly in an automatic response to metal claws clacking unevenly on the floor.

Searchman … is dead, Gospel simply said.

“Good boy,” Forte said, feeling his wolf go unconscious even as he heard the crash of metal on metal, “Doc, just stabilize me then fix him. I … don’t want to lose him.”

“I will,” Doctor Right said, “go into standby and don’t worry. I’ll make sure to take good care of both of you.”

Forte nodded, closing his eyes and going into standby, whispering a silent prayer that Rock would come back to him in one piece.
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