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Moonlight	By : ashu Category: +M through R > Mega Man Views: 3286 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: This was just some random thought I had while looking through the RMX pr0n here. There isn’t much of it, really. And not a one of my favourite pair! I thought that was blasphemy, so, here we are. This really isn’t my first lemon fic, but it is my first kinda’-sorta’ PWP fic. It’s also the first lemon fic I’ve ever really posted anywhere, so .. Yeah. Don’t kill me, please. Oh. Just so you know, this is a one-shot, meaning I’m not really planning on making a sequel or any crap like that. I’m just too lazy. Not to mention I think this is a closed ending, anyway. One more thing. I’m not telling who the visitor is. You’ll just have to infer from what the story tells you. :d But, I’ll give you a hint. It is NOT X. I hate X. And I hate Zero/X more. Sorry.

Enough of my babbling. The people in this story aren’t mine, etc, etc. Here’s the story!

Moonlight

11:50 pm.

The digital display upon the alarm clock called out to his eyes. It wouldn't be much longer now.

He shifted nervously from one foot to the other. For as long as these exchanges had been going on, one would think that nervousness would be last thing to plague him. Yet, he couldn't stand still. Perhaps it was the fact this person was always a threat in the past. Always someone to fear and loathe at the same time. Or maybe it was the chance of getting caught. Certainly, if anyone were to find out about these visitations, his entire reputation there at the base would be eradicated. There wouldn't be any way he could redeem it, either. A cold gust slinked from the open window, snaked its way up his spine and coiled up around his neck before dissipating throughout the room. He shivered and drew a blanket from the nearby bed up around his shoulders.

11:53 pm.

The time of this little arrangement was drawing near. Those familiar second-thoughts ran laps about his mind as he cautiously approached the window. The same reconsiderations as the very first night. Should he go through with this? Was the risk of being seen with him really worth such carnal desires? What if, what if, what if?

Perhaps he could talk him out of it when he arrived.

If he arrived.

Yes, he may not appear at all. And then he wouldn't have to worry. He could just go back to sleep. Another frigid breeze licked at his face from outside, causing waters of irritation to form about those blue eyes. He squinted, forcing his vision to sharpen the image of the outdoors. Dark and abstract shapes formed by a backlight of the city beyond. Glints of life taunted the dank and motionless base. No life resided here. Only shells of beings that wished for nothing more than to sleep. Another glance was thrown towards the clock.

11:56 pm.

He whispered to the air, its icy presence carrying his words to the atmosphere below, “Four minutes... only four.”

He gripped onto the windowsill; whether out of anger or out of fear, it was not known, not even to him. All he did know was that he could not go through with this. Not to-night. He stepped away from the window, backs of legs connecting to the edge of the bed. He paused and then allowed his weight to be shifted further back. Eyes soon fixated upon the ceiling above, half-heartedly wishing for slumber. But no such wish would be granted. The latent desire would eat at him from the inside. He groaned disapproval and rolled onto his side, never once considering to close the window that was left ajar.

11:58 pm.

As if part of the wind itself, he slipped through the open window without a sound. The lack of armour was the main ingredient in stealthy entrances. No, he was not in any recognizable attire, but in all black. The only colour that adorned his person was found in his eyes. His glowing red eyes. They locked upon their usual target. Those eyes gleamed in amusement. Like a Reaper he stood in front of the moonlit window, casting his abstract form onto the floor. He revelled in the victory of not stirring the one he sought. No, not a single motion was detected upon his prey. He lay there upon the bed, helpless. Open. Easily taken.

12:00 pm.

“Hello there, Zero…”

His voice jolted the blonde from a waning reverie, and in turn, he sat up abruptly in the bed. Eyes shimmered with a mixture of lament, fear and even that blackened feeling of lust. Yes, despite the fact that he harboured those second-thoughts, memories of him and the past encounters still remained. How wonderful it felt when he was kissed by this man, how electrifying it felt when he took him, how satisfying it felt afterwards. He could feel himself weakening. So, to remedy this, he would turn away. His visitor looked confused, though such did not stop him from advancing closer. He reached the edge of the bed and then sat upon it with caution. As much power as he held over this Hunter, he still knew of the consequences that would arise from making any sort of threatening gesture. He looked carefully upon the blonde. He could sense the uneasiness emanating from his body. His hands were gripped upon the bed sheets, shaking with fear. The Reaper made a sound of disapproval, which would be the prelude to the movements of his own hands. Gently, digits would grasp the Hunter's face. The touch was enough to cause those cerulean eyes to bring attention to glowing crimson hues. Silence hung over the air like a blanket. Yet, unlike a blanket, it failed to conceal the tension that soon developed between the two. Lips parted, allowing a question to hover for a moment or so before its answer would make it complete,

“What’s the matter?”

No vocalized answer would arrive. Instead, a more physical one took its place.

He pushed away, glaring in frustration at the floor.

No.

He could not weaken.

Not now.

12:08 am.

The question of if his visitor could read minds soon surfaced as he posed another inquiry,

“You cannot resist, Zero. I know you…”

He crawled upon the bed, leering seductively at his prey,

“…just as you know me.”

Anger aroused, the Hunter lashed out in a feverous passion, grabbing his visitor by the nape of the neck. He held him there, breath delaying in his throat. He was not weakening, no. Of course he couldn't. He wouldn't! He was not so easily manipulated! He, Zero! The strongest of the Hunters! He could not lose to this rebel! But, those eyes. Those glowing red eyes...

He felt like he was a rodent gazing into the empty, hypnotizing optics of a serpent.

Paralysis set in.

The Reaper smiled knowingly. He had caught his prey.

Lips were drawn towards each other by some unseen, magnetic force. Timidly at first; as if it was their first encounter. But, once he was certain no resistance would be met, the tenderness ended. The visitor pushed forward with growing aggression, tongue violating the surprised mouth of his conquered one. The movement elicited a soft moan that broke the enveloping silence of the room. The blonde's movements were slow, as if he was travelling through liquid. He eventually lay flatly upon the bed, beneath his visitor. He started to pull the other on top of his body, defeated through his impurities.

The kiss lingered for a moment longer before being retracted from his lips; the dominant's cruel taunt. He would not be so kind. Zero noised protest and leaned upwards, a pathetic beg for more. It was then that both realized:

The Hunter was utterly defeated, yet again.

12:15 am.

Glowing red eyes surveyed his partner. He was just as beautiful as he always had been. Perfection redefined. Even as early on as the first Sigma Riot, he could recall looking upon the swordsman with admiration and desire. His beautiful golden hair, slightly tanned complexion, bright blue eyes... And his body! He had to commend whoever this man's creator was; they certainly had a great perception of beauty. He allowed his fingers to dance lightly along the tan flesh of the other. The touch gained a shiver from the android, placing a content smile on the visitor’s lips. But, no matter how perfect his body was, it was not the only factor that powered this developing desire. The Hunter's general arrogance made the Reaper eager. Eager to defeat him. To take him. To make him his own. To break that ego and rebuild it to suit his needs.

He wanted him then and he wanted him now. Despite his need, however, he never thought such thoughts were normal. He assumed they were a result of the twisted distortion of mind the Irregular virus often created for the infected. But what baffled him even more was the fact that he received Zero on more than one occasion. Perhaps the first time could be excused due to typical sexual frustration. Neither party had the opportunity to let some of steam, so to speak, so their chance meeting seemed like a godsend. But even though it seemed to last for but a brief moment, he could remember everything. Every word, every kiss, every moan. It was a cherished memory that had repeated itself many a night.

And he hoped for an encore performance this night, as well.

12:23 am.

Zero pushed away from his partner yet again, breathing in the fresh scent of the bed sheets and further fuelling his contradictory emotions. He cursed himself and his pathetic state. It was all too obvious by this point that he needed this, but he did not want to give in. He wanted it to end. But, his need was becoming more apparent. And the visitor was not one to keep secrets, either. Hands wandered upwards and skilled fingers began the practice of unbuttoning Zero's shirt. Each button released was another step closer to his goal. A grin formed in the darkness. And as the garment was removed, new territory to conquer was exposed. Lips pressed against the flesh of the collar and fanged teeth soon found refuge in the tender skin, his trademark indicator. Zero cried out, back arching awkwardly. That damn man always knew how to mix pain and pleasure flawlessly. While this wound was exploited, like it had been in the past, hands wandered downwards on a new mission.

Digits skilfully removed the lower portion of the male's attire, making the goal that much closer to completion. The sudden exposure to the air made Zero create a sound of irritation. He didn't like the cold. The other would grin against his neck, noticing his partner's aggravation, so to speak. His voice cut into the blonde's very core, husky and lustful to a tee,

“Shall I... help you out?”

It took all of Zero's will to not say a word. However, his attempt to retain his pride failed, as his visitor taunted him once more. After a lick to his neck, the other allowed that tongue to travel downwards. Softly against his chest, over his navel and pausing there. Zero shivered. He had a feeling about where this was headed. While an attempt at a protest started, a sudden warm, wet sensation at his member jolted a moan from the depths of his throat, ending any such complaint. A quick glance downward would reveal a well-placed tongue decreasing every amount of pride the Hunter had left in him. Another moan slipped forth into the darkness, further sinking his judgement into nothingness.

He was losing.

And enjoying it.

12:32 am.

It was over. Zero had admitted defeat.

And, as if he could sense this, the other male grinned. Tongue continued to run methodically up and down the length, often barely connecting to the flesh. A whimper of irritation and impatience rolled forth from the Hunter’s voice box, further amusing and encouraging the Reaper to taunt the man. Zero shut his eyes tightly and, due to his frustration, he tried to pull away again. “P-please. You’re not …”

“I’m not what?” He gripped firmly onto his hips, no intention of releasing him present in his expression, “You want more, or something?” Zero bit his lip.

“Fine. I’ll give you what you want.” So, the amusement in his evil deed lasted no longer. He had grown tired of his suffering. In light of this, he rewarded the blonde by then taking his sex fully into his mouth, sucking upon it gently. Zero loudly vocalized his pleasure, as if it were some form of gratitude, and neck arched, making his head push back onto the soft bed. His hips undulated rhythmically, pushing himself into that welcoming warmth. And for once he felt good.

However, the feeling that this would not last long bit Zero harshly in his mind. Through gasps and moans, he whimpered angrily to his partner,

“P-please don't ... tease me ... this time… I need this… please don’t… uhn..!”

But, much like a disobedient child, the Reaper only did opp opposite of what he was told, it seemed. Just as Zero neared climax, the Reaper grew tired of this and then decided he was done. He lifted his head, removing the blonde’s need from his mouth, leaving it without release. He wiped the excess saliva from his mouth with the back of his hand, and then glared coldly at the Hunter. A grin formed over his lips.

“But teasing is the best part. Don’t deprive me of that…”

Needless to say, Zero was not pleased with this.

He growled angrily.

“Fuck…you.”

“Oh, no, no… I believe… that's my job.”

The blonde blushed. He wouldn't try to do that again, would he? No. He may succumb certain things, but…

“Oh, please. Don't act as though we've never had sex before.” He huffed, crossing his arms angrily across his chest. He must have picked up on his uneasiness. Figures.

“Besides…” He slinked up next to his beneficial friend. “You said it yourself. You need this. And I am …” he placed an uncharacteristically gentle kiss upon his lips, “… I am here to serve you.”

12:50 am.

As most situations go, one thing leads to another. In this case, however, many things led to one. And it would appear no objection was made on the Hunter's part. There was no use in denying it further. Yet, that little thing called pride came back to bite him. Whether or not he would ultimately be on the receiving end didn't matter. He just didn't want to be submissive through this entire exchange. So, he decided to return some of the favour.

Aggression ran violently through his veins as he pulled the other's shirt off, kissing and nipping at his pure flesh as it was exposed. He failed to gain any reaction out of his visitor, which only angered him. Was he holding it back to spite him or was he simply not giving him enough to entice a response? He refused the latter up and down, so he decided just to bombard him until something clicked. Zero pushed the other roughly against the backboard of the bed, hands pulling arms up and restraining them there. He locked his visitor in a searing kiss, biting harshly at his lips. In fact, he bit so hard that it was enough to pierce the skin, sending artificial blood into both party's mouths. But even this was not sufficient to gain a reaction of any sort.

Zero cursed mentally. Was there no way to switch their roles, if not for just a moment? He leaned downwards, placing lips against a pink nub of flesh. He flicked his tongue against it, occasionally allowing teeth to come into play. A sharp intake of breath was all that induced.

The Reaper bit back a small sound of pleasure, pink muscle of the mouth taking in the copper taste of his own blood. He loved that taste too much. But, he could not allow himself to break. His arrogance would not let him. He paused his thoughts at that moment, mentally laughing at himself. Well, there was one more thing they had in common: an unnecessarily inflated ego. But, while he thought about their similarities in mannerisms, the blonde continued his assault, still trying to draw out some sort of outcome to his wandering hands and mouth. A red hue came to display itselfn hin his cheeks, though it went unnoticed by the other. As much as he hated to admit it, it was taking a lot for him not to cry out. But, attention was drawn from his thoughts and was set onto his tanned perfection. He watched his expression, noting how frustration pulled at his visage. He all ready knew exactly what the problem was and what solution would need to be implemented to cure it. And though he and his ego knew better, he went along with his primal instincts regardless.

He pulled off the remainder of his clothing, throwing it to the floor to join the rest. He then pulled Zero on top of him, one arm around his waist and the other slung over his shoulders. The Hunter stared incredulously into those eyes of red. What was he up to? This was not how their encounters usually played out. Curiosity came out to investigate for the moment. Certainly, he couldn't be suggesting something with this? There was no possible way. He was always dominant; never, ever submissive! Perhaps it was a trick, as he knew how prone he was to them. Yes, he wanted him to think that there was going to be change. Ha, ha. Funny. But, he wasn't going to fall for it…

And just as he thought he had gained some new insight into the situation, that familiar voice cut into him once more, sharp and critical,

“.. Am I going to lie here all night or what?”

Zero blinked, uncertain of what to say.

“.. Ohuh..?”

The Reaper growled, frustrated, “Listen, if you need help…” He reached off the edge of the bed and for his recently discarded pants. He rummaged through the pockets, finally successful in retrieving a small bottle of lotion. He dispensed some into his hand and then reached between the two. He grabbed firmly onto Zero's member and then stroked him gently, thoroughly coating him with the lubricant. Zero jumped at the touch.

“H-hey! What the hell are you…?”

He was met with another growl and an irritated command, “Just shut up and fuck me, retard.”

Eyes of blue widened. He was serious! He was actually serious! This was certainly surreal! No, rather it was his own skill that had caused this change. At least, that is what Zero’s exceptionally large self-esteem told him. But, there was no time to revel in this new accomplishment as things needed to be done.

With slight caution, Zero pushed himself into the tight opening of his partner, hips twitching as he was enveloped by the exotic warmth. He groaned, eyelids fluttering to close over cerulean pools. This was what he wanted, no doubt in that. In light of this, he began to thrust into his visitor, hands grabbing firmly at the bed. In and out he pushed, enjoying the sensation with both visual and vocal representation. But, what of the Reaper? Was there no reaction even now? Zero growled lustfully, increasing his pace somewhat. He wouldn't be the only moaning whore in this room.

"Heh… this what you want?”

The answer laid in the other’s face. The mask of indifference he wore soon broke and fell away, crimson eyes shutting tightly. The colour from those eyes seemed to then transfer to his cheeks, finally signalling his own defeat.

The tables had been turned.

1:22 am.

He bit harshly into his lip, refusing with all his being to not make a sound. He must have forgotten of the previous wound left there, for a fresh gush of blood soon invaded his mouth. The copper taste he had come to love. It only added onto his own pleasure. He couldn't hold it any longer. His body seemed to act on instinct, soon moving in time with the blonde's thrusts. Zero's surprise to the reaction was masked as he soon took advantage. Hands lifted ghost-white legs up by the thighs and positioned them around his waist. He resumed his motions, though now with much more aggression than previous.

The visitor cried out, all senses washed over with that wondrous feeling of desire he had harboured for so long. It came to visit him again. That same feeling he had the first time he had laid eyes upon the swordsman. That lust, that need, that want. It was awakened again.

Zero's thrusts, no matter how aggressive, were satisfying all the same. In fact, it was that powerful hostility that further aroused him. It was something he admired and now it was something he was having. Through the intense movement, something was suddenly being hit within him. Something that caused small bursts of colour to decorate his vision. Something that caused him to moan with intense and loud satisfaction each time it was assaulted by his partner‘s sex. Something that pushed him further towards orgasm. Back then arched in an attempt to have that spot noticed again as hands travelled down to tend to his own neglected arousal. By this point, Humiliation was not something t con considered.

Hips thrust against each other, moans were released along with all tensions, and not a soul could end this passion. Not then. Zero hunched over his prize, his new found prey. A familiar smirk was reflected back down at the dark-haired visitor, taunting him as he had been taunted.

"Do you… want me to… keep going?” his breath was hitched and irregular, and laced with that arrogance he was known for.

He was met with small chuckle,

"Only … if you think … you can keep uuu-hhp …” he hadn't been given time to finish his response, for a stinging sensation at his neck halted him. Zero had bitten into him, just as he had.

"D-damnit, Zero… do you have to take my trademark?”

He was met with another grin and a petal-soft kiss to his lips. The tenderness of it was so passionate that he couldn't help but blush. Zero never was affectionate like that. What was the reason behind it?

But, just as he opened his mouth to ask the burning question, any chance for a response was diminished.

"Let’s talk later... kinda' … have to finish this, yeah?”

The Reaper only nodded, and then shuddered as a hand was placed to his member. It seemed he would have some assistancth tth this.

1:45 am.

The sounds of their pleasure and love-making circulated throughout the small room, enclosing them and taking them away from the base. They were their own deity. Their passion continued for what seemed like an eternity before the end had fallen upon the two.

Zero heaved an intense moan, hitting the other’s “spot” once again. The combination of the Hunter’s drives into him and his digits skilful assistance to his nether region was more than enough to send a wave of pleasure throughout his body. He cried the needed orgasm, along with the other’s name, to the air. In turn, the clenching of his inner muscle upon the other initiated Zero to give a final thrust, sending his seed into the depths of his partner with a guttural moan of a name. Their meeting’s mission was completed in the most unexpected of ways.

Zero collapsed beside the dark-haired harlot, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling above as breath was caught. Never had he experienced such gratifying sex before. His vision was nothing more than white for a period, therefore he could not see much, save for the small patches of the ceiling above. He believed that was evidence enough of how good it was.

Once his breath was within reasonable regulation, he spoke to his late-night visitor,

“Why did you...?”

The other rolled onto his side, leaning his head against Zero's shoulder. He smiled devilishly, though it was not seen.

“Why, why, why! Why did I fall for you? Why did you kiss me? Why did I change for you? Why did we set up these meetings in the first place?“ He paused and leaned upwards somewhat. His voice was nothing more than a husky whisper, “Why do people do a lot of things…?” He nipped at his ear, then allowed lips to leave a trail of soft kisses from there to and along the length of his neck.

He shivered, “You’re not as … cold as people … think you are…”

“I’d like to think not.” He ruffled that dark hair with his hand, swinging legs over the edge of the bed. He reached for his clothing. Eyes burned luminance into the darkness, giving the pale figure the appearance of a spectre. A haunted, tormented soul that had returned to a place it had once loved visiting. One with an attachment to phy physical world. A drifter.

Few ever had the chance to see this side of him, and Zero was one of the only ones. Not that he had intended to have more people learn. He’d rather have that air of mystery, anyway.

Vision having been returned to him, Zero watched the other's movements. A pseudo-pout soon formed over his lips, “You’re leaving already?”

He was met with a laugh and grin rivalling in insanity and amusement of that the Cheshire cat.

“Of course I am. Our deas sas sex and then I bolt. Remember?” Pants were pulled on. He hopped up and down so that they would fit perfectly.

Zero frowned, “I remember. But still... I…” Something was missing, he mused. Though, he debated on saying that thought aloud.

The Reaper had a way with manipulation, however,

“You what? What's the matter?”

He blinked, pulling his jacket on. Zero noted on how quickly he got dressed. He wondered how many times he had practiced these kinds of escapes.

“I … feel like … something's…” He stopped abruptly as he discovered the spectre inches from him. He swallowed back a lump that had formed in the depths of his throat. It didn't go away. Neither did the visitor.

“Something’s what? Missing? Hm?”

The Hunter marvelled at his intuition. He simply nodded.

“Like this?”

1:57 am.

Time froze as those soft lips returned to his. This time, no lust was present in his movement. Only affection.

He pulled away slowly, tongue darting outwards to lick those just-kissed lips playfully. He made a sound Zero would have called a giggle, but considering the source, he could not picture that word fitting him. He sat quietly, dumbfounded and red-faced.

“You’re right. Something is missing. Maybe we'll figure out what it is later.”

Zero wasn't certain if he was being sarcastic or just stupid, but whatever it was roused slight irritation. “Che. Just leave, you stupid… bucket-head…”

And as if that were his cue, the Reaper slipped back on through the open window, never to speak of their encounter. It was only an agreement, only an arrangement, only a pact. A pact made by moonlight.

~End!
So, did you like it? Please let me know what I can improve or whatever! ^_^

~S. Jin.
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