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Walljumping	By : KathrynShadow Category: +M through R > Mega Man Views: 2481 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own copies of some of the games, but I deeeefinitely do not own Megaman. -snickers- And this is just for boredom's sake; no money made here.

Chapter List
- 1-Walljumping
- 1
A/N: Haven't been in the MMX fandom for very long, so let me know if the characters feel a little off and how I can improve them. :3 Actually, just... let me know how I could improve in general. That would be great. XD
And I did a hell of a lot of research to make sure everything was anatomically probable, but lemme know if I missed anything.
Enjoy. :3
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There was a knock on the window, which wouldn't have been terribly impressive if Zero didn't live on the third floor. The blond jerked, accidentally biting his tongue in surprise as he looked for the source of the noise.
X. Naturally. Balancing on the sill and the nearest tree branch like it was nothing.
Zero growled a little as he stood, almost jerking the window open. "There are stairs," he said by way of a greeting.
X sniggered, wiggling his way inside Zero's room feet-first. "I know that, Rapunzel."
"I have a sword."
"You have a replica of Glamdring."
"That's a battle-ready replica of Glamdring, thank you very much." Despite himself, Zero's lips twitched into a smile. "What was so important that you couldn't use the front door, X?"
X bit his lip. His eyes darted to the far wall, a faint flush starting to colour his skin, but he didn't answer. "I didn't want your parents to know I was here?" he offered noncommittally.
"They aren't, and since when did you care anyway?" Zero bit back a laugh. "It's not like we aren't out to the entire world."
X blushed harder somehow. (Zero thought of his blood heating, quickening, thought of the kinds of things that could make it do that, and he tried not to.) The brunet looked down, apparently fascinated by Zero's feet.
Zero wiggled his bony toes against the carpet in silent retort.
"I've been… thinking," X said finally.
...Oh.
Zero steeled himself. X looked up, meeting his eyes.
"What are you—" X frowned in mixed puzzlement and concern. "Oh! It's not that, you—" Little annoyed growl in his throat that went straight to the more vivid parts of Zero's imagination.
But he didn't have time to smack his imagination down because an instant later X kissed him. Hard. Hand-in-hair, finger-shaped-bruises-on-his-waist-tomorrow hard. And Zero wasn't submissive, not by a long shot, but he found himself choking back a very specific kind of Noise when X bit his lip, teeth dragging down to his jaw.
"I told you," X said, voice low and almost shaking with ferocity. "I told you I love you. I'm never going anywhere."
Zero managed to pull himself together enough to laugh, even if it did come out as more of a purr. "Proposing at nineteen, X?" he asked.
X grinned, startlingly soft, his closed eyes crinkling with something closer to elation than amusement. And he nipped Zero's throat.
X wasn't a biter. X only bit him in the seconds when they both forgot, the moment before he pushed Zero away, a refusal so gentle that it made him feel even better somehow. X's bites were never deliberate.
Before he could question his boyfriend's motives, X did something involving his tongue and Zero's jaw that made the blond forget his entire vocabulary at once. X moved back to Zero's mouth, pressing a couple of reassuring kisses against his lips while he collected himself, before the brown-haired boy restarted his exploration, sucking and licking his way down Zero's neck, digging a quick possessive bite into the Adam's apple before kissing the marks and damn Zero was going to have some really incriminating bruises in a couple of hours but—but—
"X," he breathed, and tried to make it sound like more of a hey-X-what-are-you-doing and less of a hey-X-if-we-do-not-lie-down-I-will-fuck-you-against-this-wall, but he wasn't sure if it worked. "X, I'm—"
X swirled his tongue in a quick, deliberate circle in the hollow of Zero's throat before giving him a dark, mischievous look between deep brown lashes. "I know," X replied. He faltered, his fingers just barely loosening against Zero's hip. "Is that… all right?"
"Is it?"
X looked like he was actually giving the matter serious thought. "...yeah."
Zero consciously kept his breathing even, hands at a safe kind of waist-ish level, almost shaking with want but needing to make absolutely sure. "I thought you didn't want to do this yet," he almost breathed.
The brunet scrunched his nose up. "I..." Chewed his lip absentmindedly (and oh but does Zero want to do that for him), considering his next words. "I'm glad I've never kissed anyone but you," he said slowly. "And I want it to be the same for this, if it could be."
It was technically a little of a non sequitur, but it answered everything Zero hadn't asked, and in a blaze of unthinking impulsivity (probably driven by the lack of blood flow to his brain) he knew exactly how to answer it.
Zero disentangled himself, giving X a silent grin when he tilted his head at the blond. Trailing his fingers down X's arm to take his hand, Zero knelt on a ragged barbecue sauce stain that he was pretty sure was X's fault in the first place.
"X," he said, very solemnly.
"Mm?" A questioning kind of amusement was starting to glow in X's eyes, a what-on-Earth-is-he-going-to-do-next kind of look that it had taken Zero way too long to realise he loved.
"Will you give me full responsibility over every orgasm you have for the rest of our lives?"
X laughed. No, that wasn't enough. It would never be enough to describe that sound. "God help me, I'm marrying one hell of a sweet-talker, huh?"
Zero took that as permission to stand. "You like it," he replied, not even bothering to keep the cheekiness of the tone in check.
"I love it," X corrected gently, eyes impossibly warm.
--
"Zer—Z-Zero, hold up a sec—"
Zero whimpered, but he obediently backed away. "What's wrong?"
X grabbed his hand to keep him from retreating completely, green eyes still dark in a way that made Zero want to just drag his pants down and see how to make him scream. "Nothing," he answered firmly. "I just... I'm not sure what to... do."
Zero blinked. "Don't tell me I'm gonna have to have the talk with my own boyfriend."
X blushed with his entire body. It started with a slightly patchy flush of colour, slowly expanding from his collarbones, and Zero fought the urge to chase it with his tongue. "We're both… you know," X said. "It's kind of complicated."
Zero impulsively brushed X's hair away from his eyes. "You want to consult Wikipedia about gay sex? Because I can wait."
X somehow turned even redder. It was absolutely fucking adorable. "Maybe?"
The blond snorted, flopping onto his back and closing his eyes. "Knock yourself out."
--
"X."
"Mm?"
"It's been half an hour and that's an article about migratory birds."
"...Oh."
"Yeah."
"...I think I know what I needed."
"Oh, thank fuck."
"Sorr—mmph!"
--
The front door closed.
X froze, one hand tangled in Zero's hair and the other one playing with the waistband of his boxers. Zero growled a little, arching upwards against his partner, hoping to nudge him back into motion again, any motion—
"Is that your dad?" X whispered.
...well, that was kind of a mood-killer. Zero blinked, the drunken haze lifting just enough to think--locked door = someone with key = either Mom or Dad and Mom didn't get home until nine = Dad.
"Damn it," he hissed, shutting his eyes.
Priority: Do not let parent walk in on him being straddled by a nearly-naked X.
Priority: Fuck X's brains out whatever it took.
"Okay," he said, voice low. "Get in the shower."
"What?"
"Hide."
"But I thought—"
"That doesn't mean I want to get teased for the rest of my life about that time Dad walked in on us," Zero interrupted fiercely. "And that doesn't mean that I want to do this later, so please, please get in the shower."
X bit his lip and nodded quickly, scrambling off of Zero's waist. Zero snatched up his towel from its place on the desk chair, bunching it up against his stomach so it hung conveniently, and he slunk out into the hall.
Feigning nonchalant interest, he turned the wrong way, poking his head into the kitchen. "Oh, hey, Dad."
"Mmph."
Unnaturally soft footsteps, a little burst of a breeze against Zero's back. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a brown-haired blur slink into the bathroom and out of sight.
"I'm taking a shower," he said. "Don't set anything on fire."
"Mmph," his father grumbled, peering into the coffee pot.
Zero forced himself to walk at a normal pace into the bathroom and close the door at a normal speed and turn on the fan at a normal... whatever.
A snicker came from behind the shower curtain. "'Don't set anything on fire'?" X mimicked.
"You'd be surprised." A discarded sock caught Zero's eye a second before a discarded pair of pants caught it more.
X naked and soft and right there, right there, and damn it why did taking clothes off have to take so long?
Zero made sure to turn the shower on before looking at his friend. If he'd tried to do it afterwards he was pretty sure it would have slipped his mind altogether.
...Naked and soft and damp. He really hadn't thought this through. If he had he would have started this in the shower.
X blinked water from his eyes, almost sheepishly slicking his dark hair away from his face before stepping backwards out of the worst of the spray.
"Get over here," he ordered, in a voice that sent Zero's imagination to some very interesting places
(leather itchy against his sweat-slick throat, complex knotwork holding him bent and splayed, and a dark-eyed X whispering as he)
and there was really no choice but to obey. X's breath stuttered hot against Zero's lips as he pushed the brunet against the cold tile wall, holding, touching, the taste of him heady on his tongue, and what would happen if Zero knelt and took X into his mouth...
The sound of water muffled everything, but when X breathed a little open-mouthed almost-moan straight into his ear he could still hear it, and when X's hands moved to grip the backs of Zero's thighs he was pretty damn sure X could hear his breathing stop.
"I love you," Zero whisper-gasped the moment he remembered how to exhale.
X snickered into his shoulder. One of his hands moved back up to play with Zero's soaked hair, twisting it between his fingers to tug him back in for another series of kisses.
Zero's fingers found X's hipbone and followed the curve down, curling around and pumping once—
"Zer—" X's voice broke on the last syllable, turning it into more of a groan than a word.
(To fuck him silly, to actually see this coming and prepare and have time, to hear him cry out Zero's name until his voice gave out...)
X pressed suddenly against him, rough and jarring and fierce, tongue rasping against jawline as he leaned back and slid down and tugged at Zero's hair until the blond followed.
The bathtub was too small for any of this to be comfortable. Zero couldn't bring himself to care, settling awkwardly half-straddling the shorter man, knee jabbing into the back of the tub.
"I was going to try and find Vaseline or something," X said forlornly as he bit Zero's collarbone.
"Later." Zero grunted, shifting a little, trying to align them as best as he could under the circumstances. His hips moved of their own accord, grinding his dick against X's, and the feel of the brunet's cock hard against his underbelly made Zero curse under his breath.
"That's r-rude," X objected.
Zero rocked into his partner, teeth scraping the wet skin of X's shoulder. "Sorry."
X didn't seem to be paying attention. His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly open, panting into the steam-filled air as he squirmed, doing what he could despite the awkwardness of the angle. "My butt's going to fall asleep," he whispered, and how the hell did he make that sound like the filthiest dirty talk Zero could imagine?
"Make this quick or roll over?" It was going to be quick either way. Zero was nineteen, and he was horny, and X was beneath him against him hardsoftwet and sparking the most glorious fireworks down his nerves…
"Don't—don't care wh—o-oh—" X hissed in a breath. "Zero please—"
The sound went right to his groin and Zero arched fasterharder, leaning their foreheads together, skin prickling with lust and he didn't know what was sweat and what was shower water and was that him making those sounds--
"—ghh—!"
Zero stained X's belly with a haphazard streak of white and he opened his eyes the moment before it rinsed away. The sight triggered something deep and dark and ferocious, mine mine mine mine mine and he dug his teeth into X's throat just to mark him, some primordial need taking him by the hindbrain and yanking him down with it.
A rasping breath, fingernails digging into the blond's thighs. "—please, Zero—"
X hadn't come yet.
...well, they couldn't have that.
Zero leaned forward, burying his nose in X's neck, inhaling him. "What'd Wikipedia tell you about lube?" Zero murmured into the other man's skin.
His senses were almost painfully bright in the wake of his orgasm, the patter of the water on his back little electric jolts down his nerves, the chill of the thin plastic curtain sharp against his shoulder. X smelled like sweat and trees and soap, warm and just a little bit spicy, and Zero wondered for one dizzy moment if it was possible to get high off of someone's scent.
"Need it," X replied, breathless, twitching a little.
"I know that, X. Every idiot not writing dumb fanfiction knows that."
"You write fanfiction," X moaned, arching pitifully against him.
"Yeah, but it's not dumb." Zero shook his head, leaning up to press a kiss to the other man's brow before sitting back on his heels.
He tingled at the loss of contact, but at this angle he could see better, and he could see—
X lay half-spread in the cramped little corner of the bathtub, body listless but singing with unspoken tension. His dark hair had fallen forward again, spiky with the water, but he didn't push it away anymore. Instead, his arms—tangled in Zero's hair, and something visceral and possessive in the blond's psyche approved very much—were splayed across the rim, one elbow leaning against the wall as if it was the only thing holding him up and the opposite hand gripping the edge of the tub like a lifeline. His left leg was flat against the floor, his right...
Zero swallowed. Damn refractory periods.
...his right hooked up and over, foot dangling outside the bath, curtain tangled around his ankle. He slid a half-inch downwards, the tendons of his thighs shifting in clean lines beneath his flesh, and Zero wanted to bite him.
He touched him instead, hands running from X's knees to hips to taut belly, tracing the outline of his ribs as his chest heaved raggedly, as he groaned again.
"Oh f—please, Zero, please—"
Damn. Refractory. Periods. "You never answered my question."
"...u-uh?" X's eyelids fluttered open and he frowned, puzzled.
"No lube."
The brunet looked distressed. Zero tried not to snigger and failed.
"Uh," X said again. "Not soap. Uhh..." His right hand loosened its hold on the tub to flounder along the edge, knocking Zero's hair conditioner into the tub and probably bruising Zero's leg with it. "That. Try that."
Damn. He must be really out of it if he wasn't freaking out over maybe hurting Zero a little bit possibly. The blond chuckled to himself, obediently flicking open the bottle and squeezing some of the creamy, pink substance onto his fingers. The scent of strawberries filled the steamy air.
"Don't even say anything," Zero growled.
"I wasn't gonna," X whined, plaintively looking him in the eye. His fingers twitched against the shower wall, but he didn't move to touch himself.
Good boy. Zero sat up, nudging X's straightened leg with his elbow, not really wanting to delay any longer than he needed to.
...At least, not the first time. (A tiny smirk touched his lips; if he could make X beg like that when he was trying to be quick...)
X obediently disentangled his leg from Zero's, propping it up awkwardly against the taller man's shoulder, slipping a few inches on the wet tub before coming to a stop on his back.
Zero pressed a kiss to X's ankle—hey, it was convenient—before swirling his conditioner-coated forefinger around his partner's asshole. He didn't enter X fully at first—dipped just the tip of his finger just barely into the sphincter before slipping it out, catching more of the strawberry-scented goop and putting it where it needed to be.
"Ready?" he whispered.
"Your finger's gonna smell funny," X said, suddenly self-conscious, voice tight and apologetic.
"What, do you want me to give you an enema with the tub cleaner first?"
"…"
"It's lemon-scented. You'd like it."
"…"
Zero's poker face broke and he snickered. "I don't mind, X. Honestly."
"…okay," X breathed. "Okay."
"All right," Zero replied cheerfully, and pressed his finger inside.
X's eyes shut, his brows furrowing a little but his expression relaxed, free of any real discomfort. Zero experimentally thrust into him and the brunet actually cried out—probably more from surprise than anything but it still—oh fuck it still—
"Quiet, X. Dad'll get the right idea."
"Sorry," X gasped. "S-startled me."
"Just startled?" Zero twitched his soaked hair away from his face, expression falling into a mock-pout.
X didn't answer, but he ground down on Zero's hand just a little.
"Fine, you're the expert." The blond grinned, feeling more than a little predatory. "Tell me what to do, X," he drawled, low in his throat, trying to twist his voice as close to a purr as he could.
X squirmed a little. "Um," he said. "F-farther in, I th—" a pause, his Adam's apple jerking—"think. And... kind of..." He huffed, apparently exasperated at himself.
Zero pushed in as far as he could, then just took a wild guess and hooked his finger, dragging the tip against his partner, slowly retreating, watching, listening. "Like that?"
X had just opened his mouth to reply when the fingertip lightly gouged... something; it didn't feel any different to Zero, but X suddenly jerked—a deliciously involuntary spasm from his hips to the rest of him—once, hard, then a second time a little more softly. Breath hissed between his lips, a voiceless whine, then a tiny, tiny whisper.
"Yes," he said. "Like th—"
Zero did the gougey thing again.
"—aatyes—ple—p—"
The blond wasn't always good with words and feelings and the intersection between them. But X's body relaxed and trusting, his face angelic in its expression of building ecstasy—
"Fuck, you're beautiful," Zero said, honestly.
X smiled, strangely innocent-looking as he lay spreadeagled in a bathtub with Zero's finger up his makeshift-lubed ass. Only X could manage that. Only him.
Experimentally, Zero retreated to try and slip a second finger inside too. X seemed to have given up on talking, unfortunately, but they'd known each other for years and he was shit at hiding his emotions even under the best of circumstances, so Zero was pretty sure that X approved.
...Come to think of it, at this angle... It would hurt like hell after the moment passed, for Zero anyway, but...
He scooted back a little more, keeping his occupied hand where it was on pain of severe puppy eyes. X's eyes slid open, curious; Zero grinned and gave his partner a wink.
"Close your eyes, X."
The brunet grumbled unintelligibly but obeyed. Zero licked his lips thoughtfully--he couldn't say he hadn't thought about doing this, a lot, but fantasising about sucking your boyfriend off and actually doing it were very different things.
Zero hoped X wouldn't taste weird.
Gingerly, he curled into himself, fingers still stroking a slow smooth pattern against X's prostate; he hesitated half a second—to lick him first, tease him, or to just shock him into orgasm?—before leaning down and taking X into his mouth.
The effect was immediate—a gasp, a grateful whimper, X's hand finding its way to Zero's scalp to hold him there.
Cock pretty much just tasted like skin. Or X's did, anyway. Zero didn't plan on learning the flavour of anyone else's.
Content with his newfound knowledge, Zero started experimenting, thinking, using every trick his overactive imagination had taught him, mentally jotting down every breath his partner took. He learned that X preferred long, slow licks over quick flutters of tongue, but that removing X's hardened flesh from his mouth to lick more efficiently was torture. He learned that X twitched in disapproval when he sucked less than gently, but that smooth rippling massages from his entire mouth were always acceptable. He learned that humming low in his throat made X's entire body tense, and that running his tongue across the cock-slit got a cry and an involuntary buck into him.
Zero's throat closed painfully and he jerked backwards, choking a little. "Sorry," X stammered, voice a little high-pitched. "Sorry, sorry, sorry—"
The blond opted to shake his head and go down on X again instead of answering. X's apologies died into a guttural half-groan, barely audible over the sound of the water. His fingers tightened in Zero's hair, a tiny pain that made the taller man growl. Zero tested his gag reflex, taking X inside just far enough for his throat to tighten before sliding back altogether, soothing X's whimper of annoyance with a kiss and a flick of tongue against cock before taking it back in to the limit. He set up a pattern, rising and falling and slowly speeding up.
X started breathing his name, over and over, a chant or a mantra, barely audible but slowly rising, fingernails scratching against Zero's scalp, and Zero bobbed and hummed and licked and he hooked his fingers deep, a sharp stabbing motion, and X choked back a wild cry as he fought to keep still, and he called out one last time, his voice a broken whimper—
"Zer—o—ohh—"
—but the name devolved into a groan of relief as every muscle in his body spasmed and he slipped into incoherence.
Zero felt X spatter against the back of his throat, once, twice, the third pulse weak and small and dribbling, spent, along his tongue. It tasted like—
—well, like a questionable bodily fluid. It was a little like snot, really. But it was X's questionable, snotlike bodily fluid, so Zero licked it up and swallowed it without a second thought.
Post-orgasmic X was somehow just as pretty as writhing-in-arousal X, limp and exhausted and panting, eyes half-lidded and hair in complete disarray. Zero pulled out his fingers and sat up, leaning over and pressing a kiss to his partner's cheek, wanting little more than to curl up beside him and sleep.
Except maybe pancakes. Pancakes were nice.
"Hey," Zero said, choosing to ignore the unbridled domesticity that the previous thought brought to mind.
"Hey." X squinted, pointing with a shaky finger at Zero's face. "I got you a little bit."
Zero frowned and wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, pulling it back to find a little smear of translucent white on his skin. After a pause, he locked his eyes with X's and put the tip of the digit in his mouth.
X blushed and didn't stop until long after Zero turned the water off.
--
X liked climbing things that weren't really climbable, so after they weren't actively fucking each other into small piles of jelly, Zero felt safe poking his head out of his room and hollering to his dad.
"X climbed in the window again!"
"Mmph," his father grunted in acknowledgement. "Hello, X."
"H-hello, sir," X called back, a little shyly. Zero rolled his eyes and gave his friend's shoulder a playful punch before falling into the bed and holding his arms out.
"Come on, then," he said, with an air of slight exasperation. He had to at least pretend that the first thing he wanted to do after sex wasn't cuddling, after all.
X smirked in a way that clearly stated he saw through that ploy without even needing to try. He drew the covers back and slid between the sheets, nuzzling Zero's face before kissing him firmly.
"Roll over," he said.
Zero complied with a faint sigh, tucking his hair under his head and out of the way as X's narrow chest pressed against his back. "You know," he added, as the brunet's hand slid over his waist to rest on his stomach, "you like being the big spoon way too much for—"
The hand moved.
Zero forgot how his sentence was supposed to end. He exhaled, slowly, short sparking sensations along his pale skin, his dick still a little tender but willing to make an exception just this once.
X chuckled, low and wicked, palming Zero through the fabric. He sank his teeth into the back of his startled partner's neck, eliciting a shiver and a hitched breath. With his free hand, he eased Zero's thighs apart, reaching just below Zero's balls and pushing his fingers into something that made Zero gasp.
When X spoke, it was a purr.
"You didn't honestly think I was done, did you?"
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