Odds and Ends sequel to Nuts and Bolts
Author's Notes: We wrote this fic first, then tied Nuts and Bolts into this. Because I, Shibby, am a review whore, I am posting this. Hopefully Gimp won't kill me.
Warning: Yaoi, shotacon, and we may or may not cut the graphic porn out. Probably we will.
Anyway, read this. And don't kill us for it. Please?
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This was a really, really stupid mission he'd taken on. Dynamo stared at the ground, kicking a rock idly in front of him. He'd been hired by Dr. Cain to look for stuff, wreckage, anything useful and technological. He wouldn't have done it if it hadn't paid so well, but the fact was it was merely an excuse to get him out of the Maverick Hunter's hair for a while. If only it wasn't so boring, it might be bearable, but noooo, it had to be mindless and pointless and - he kicked the rock into the side of a tree - nothing happened.
Dynamo slumped forward into a slouch, standing in the abandoned road. Where was he, anyway?
With a long, drawn out sigh, he scanned the area he had just wandered through. Great. Just... Great! Not only was his mission boring, now he was lost. "Stupid old.. man... " he muttered bitterly, trudging back along the road he'd moved down. The map he'd drawn him of Light's lab was just as crappy as the job itself. "The map says it's right here.." He continued to pace, back and forth, along the path, slowly churning up dirt as he did so.
That was when his day took yet another turn for the worse. The wind began to pick up, tossing his hair about, and he moved a hand up to brush it out of his face, when he felt the first thick drop hit the back of his hand. Well, shit. This was all he needed. Slowly, he backed up, moving into the thick weeds and underbrush, under the safety of the trees. It wasn't that Dynamo was scared of a little water- He just didn't want to ruin his hair.
Realizing this would put a damper on things, he leaned back against the dark trunk of a tree he could faintly make out behind the tall weeds obscuring it. Only, it didn't hold his weight. "FUCK!" Dynamo exclaimed, as he fell back through the hole Cain's team had cleared out years ago.
:::THUMP:::
"owshitfuck that hurt."
Dynamo stared up at the hole he'd fallen through, noting that the rain was starting to come pouring down. Shit. He rolled out of the way before more than a few drops could hit him, sitting slowly up on the hard floor. He blinked, staring around him in the darkness. Well, well, what was this? The lab. Pity he'd had to fall through a hole and almost get soaked to find it. He wasn't getting paid enough for this, damnit. Standing up and brushing the thick layer of dust off of himself, Dynamo let his eyes slowly adjust to his surroundings. There wasn't much there; a bunch of workbenches with abandoned, worn tools, a place in the middle of the floor where wires and metal dully showed through the grime of years. X had been made here? Jeez, what a dump.
Still....he backed away from the hole in the ceiling further and looked around. It was damned creepy to be in a place where your entire race had been made. Something about it gave him the jitters. He might as well get out of the room; it had probably been thoroughly ransacked since the last visit. Maybe elsewhere there would be something interesting. Dynamo grinned. Sure, the doors to other places were blocked, but digging through rubble was preferable to standing around here, at least until the rain stopped. He pranced off to the corridors.
At least, that's how he felt for the first five minutes of digging. After that, he decided he was going to demand more cash on delivery. Possibly an amount that would give the old man a stroke. Now that would be interesting. Finally, after several hours of pawing at the well packed dirt, he broke through and found himself in a large chamber. Crawling through the narrow hole carefully, he began to inspect the room.
Oh yeah. There were lots of things in here. Lots of crap. Judging by the large amount of damage the room suffered from, some sort of fight or struggle must have taken place here. Pulling out a sack, he began to sort through the mounds of useless trash for the rare object that still worked or was fixable. "Wow... Slim pickings." With a soft grunt, dynamo lifted a heavy metal lab table which was overturned. Nice.. Human bones. He was about to let the table drop back down again, when a metal glint caught his eye.
He threw the table to the side quickly, and pulled the mysterious object out from underneath decaying splintered wood. No... Not an object. Lifting his findings up, he set it down on the underside of the lab table. It was severely damaged, yes, the skin torn back from the cheek, but there was no doubt about it. It was a robot. Not just any robot. If he were to clean- him, yes definitely a him- up, he could pass as a miniature sized X, although more childish in places.
"I am so getting triple my rate for this!" Dynamo practically squealed in excitement. Rushing, he collected whatever else looked good enough to take, although his standards suddenly rose greatly, and ran back over to the hole he made. He widened it quickly, then flung the small robot boy over his shoulder and grabbed his bag of treasure, and made for the Maverick Hunter Headquarters.
Later, as he trotted happily down the road with the lifeless body of the small robot thumping against his back as he walked, two things occured to Dynamo. One, that X really had been built there....and two, that the body he carried looked like X.... His mind made a connection, and he grinned and whooped. Shit, this could be...what would it be, X's older brother or something? If so...He could get paid five times his current pay, maybe six! He giggled insanely for a while, stopping in the middle of the road to whirl around in a little victory jig. Thank god for price-gouging. He wondered just how much he could milk the Hunters for...
And frowned as the rainclouds up above loomed threateningly. Damnit! Not only would it mess up his hair, it would get into the exposed circuits of this little guy and ruin his happy little plans. If it wasn't salvageable, he'd get paid so damn little... Good mood gone, Dynamo dashed unhappily down the road in search of shelter.
It turned out that he had to run like hell to reach MHHQ, and barely made it, panting heavily and hoping that he hadn't lost anything on the way there by accident. It would suck if the little 'bot he was carrying had lost a limb...he glanced at it, noting that nothing had really changed. But...he blinked. If you didn't count the skin missing in places, the boy was rather cute. ...Now to get him repaired and get paid. Dynamo dashed down the hallway, grinning at the thought of what his two favorite idiots would do when they saw this.
He considered ducking into X's room at the very least, just to see his reaction to the babyish version of himself, but decided against it, best to get the boy fixed before a limb really did fall off. He turned a sharp left, into the repair ward, and set the robot down on a table, looking for a mechanic. Finally, he found Douglas in the far corner of the room, working on what appeared to be Zero's latest piece of work- some kind of a hovercraft which now lay scattered in pieces on the floor. "The man has a skill." Dynamo commented, ignoring the way Douglas jumped slightly, startled. "I have something for you to take a look, before I hand it over to Dr. Cain." He continued with, cutting Douglas off as he demanded to know where he came from. "Some reploid I found half buried in some debris."
Douglas walked over to the small boy slowly, staring down at him. Then frowned. Pulling open a small compartment hidden in the chest of the robot, he began to inspect his inner workings. He checked three times before giving Dynamo an astonished look. "Where did you find this?" He asked, suspiciously.
"Does it matter?"
"It does." He began to prod at wires, grimacing. This was going to take a lot of repair work. "First off, this isn't a reploid." He began to pull wires free from their circuitboards carefully. "Its general make-up is similar to a reploid, however much more basic." He held an arm up, then let it drop. "I've never seen anything like this before."
Dynamo frowned. "So... You can't fix him." Some help these hunters were turning out to be. Cain probably had no money, and had sent him on a wild goose chase to keep Sigma from hiring him again.
"I can fix him." Douglas muttered, obviously taking offense to that statement. "It's just going to take time." Now this was something Dynamo liked hearing.
"Great! So how long do you think it'll take?" Dynamo grinned.
There was a sigh from Douglas. "Probably...a while. A little over two weeks at the very least, if I work a hell of a lot on it; it would be more, but he's simpler than a reploid. As long as damage hasn't fried his circuits that should be it, though you really have to account for-" He noticed the bored look Dynamo was giving him. "...Never mind. Damn, Dynamo, where the hell did you find this little guy? It's definitely something."
Dynamo pointedly ignored the question. "Two weeks? What am I supposed to do for two weeks?" He frowned. "And when do I get paid for this shit? Will I get paid for this? Because if I don't..."
Douglas cut him off. "Sure, sure, you'll probably get paid, but it's not my problem what you do until then." He grabbed the small robot from Dynamo, carefully bringing it over to a table and staring at the circuitry inside, ignoring the world. Dynamo stood where he was, pouting slightly, until he realized that he wasn't going to get any attention there. Damn. So, what to do for the next couple weeks? Dig through the other stuff? Make fun of Zero? Hit on X to piss off Zero? He sighed. He had plenty of time for those things, too much time, so he strode off in hopes of finding Cain and squeezing the last drop of cash from the old man if he could.
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X sat and leaned back a little in his seat, listening quietly to Zero babbling on and on about his day; about how many rookies he'd beaten up and how many mavericks he was going to beat the crap out of. "That's nice." He murmured, knowing that Zero wasn't really listening to any of his responses. And in a way, he was okay with that. It was fine just to spend time with Zero. And it helped, he thought, slightly embarrassed, that Zero was sitting right next to him on the couch in the break room, touching his shoulder occasionally. Once he even brushed his hand against X's thigh.
Oh yeah. X had it bad for Zero, and he sighed. This fucking sucked sometimes. He didn't know what he wanted from the blonde; sex was...well....he wasn't going there. Too strange a territory. Company was good and all...but he wanted something more. This crush fucking sucked. Oh well....at least it wasn't like he...loved Zero....or anything....
The door to the lounge opened quickly. "....damnit." X cursed under his breath, seeing Dynamo walk in jauntily. Too jauntily. Something was up. "Dynamo...good to see you." God, he hated that man. "What happened? You look....happy." Next to him Zero was glaring viciously.
Dynamo waltzed up to the pair happily, sat down next to X and gave his ass a good, hard squeeze. "Hey sweet-cheeks!" He exclaimed with a grin. Ah, this was something he never tired of. That shocked, mortified expression on X's face perfectly complimented Zero's barely controlled rage.
Zero glared angrily at Dynamo as he felt his best friend up. Fuck him, who did he think he was? Damned pervert. How dare he defile X like that. X was like a little brother to him, and far too innocent for Dynamo's intentions. With a small growl, he swatted Dynamo's wandering hand, which was now traveling at an alarming rate around his companion's shoulder. "Go away, Dy." He sighed, pulling X closer to him, away from Dynamo.
X felt himself melt, and leaned into Zero a little, not wanting to be too obvious. Zero felt warm, so close his body heat radiated off him. Suddenly a hand found its way to his firm ass again and he yelled out in surprise. "Dynamo! Hands!" He screamed, agitated, and suddenly he was in Zero's lap.
Dynamo grinned, amused. He hadn't expected that one at all. He'd startled X so badly with that last grope that he'd literally jumped into Zero's lap. Good, maybe they'd start making out or something. And ask him to join. He could use the entertainment. "Come on, X, I don't bite!" He teased happily.
X blushed horribly, clutching Zero close and scooting more into his lap. It took him a minute to realize that he was indeed in his best friend's lap, and the instant it hit him he wasn't sure whether or not to melt and lean against him or be horribly embarrassed and slink away. Dynamo made a random comment - something he recognized as extremely perverted, but didn't understand - and Zero growled at him, tugging X even closer. X shivered. This was almost worth the groping by Dynamo....Zero was so warm..... he blushed more.
Zero, for his part, was feeling a bit discomfited and wasn't sure why. X's ass was pressed firmly against his crotch, and X was squirming. Well....that was awkward, but it wasn't like X was a girl....though that was one hell of a fine ass. Zero smirked, then controlled himself and coughed. "Get out, Dy. You're really fucking annoying and X and I don't want you around."
Dynamo rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on....you know you want me, X." He grinned, reaching out to grope X's crotch quickly, stopped when Zero's hand shot out and caught his wrist.
"X? Why don't you leave me and Dynamo alone for a second?" Groping X was bad enough, but feeling him up like that? In front of Zero? No, this Zero just couldn't let slide. "We can have a 'talk'." He cracked his knuckles, watching as X climbed slowly out of his lap, blinking at him before nodding, face red, and walking out of the room. "Now, where were we?" Zero clenched his hands into fists....
"You're so in love with him. God, don't tell me you don't want to fuck that tight ass as hard as you can, Zero." Dynamo grinned. Yep, that had thrown Zero off quite a bit. "You're thinking about it....and you like it, I can tell."
Shit... He should have better prepared himself for a response like that from Dynamo. He'd always thought X had a nice ass, didn't mean he wanted to fuck it. And damned if he would admit if to Dynamo, of all people, even if he did. "Fuck off, Dynamo. He's my friend."
Dynamo grinned widely. Zero wanted X every bit as much as X wanted Zero. The problem was, neither of them were about to admit that. "Well, you know what I think..."
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X leaned back against the wall, staring at the ceiling. What was wrong with him lately? Zero was his best friend. That was it, nothing else going on. Still, though, he couldn't break away from the little crush he had on the man.
He blinked up, hearing a rather loud thud, immediately followed by a yell from Dynamo and a long string of curses from Zero. Oh good. Things were going well in there. X smiled contently. Maybe today was going to stay a good day after all.
Zero wandered out happily, brushing his hands off on his shirt, and threw an arm around X's shoulder. "Well, that's taken care of....let's just hope Cain pays him and he goes the hell away soon." He pulled X into a headlock and happily dragged him down through the hallways. Stupid bastard Dynamo. Sure, he flirted with X....it was fun....but he wasn't going to have sex with him. Nope. No thoughts of sex here.
X, for his part, just blushed, dragged down the hallway. Hopefully it wouldn't be too long before Dynamo went the hell away.
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The last fourteen days, five hours, and thirty-seven seconds had simply crawled by. X was ready to kill Dynamo. Zero was ready to kill Dynamo. Cain swore he'd have Dynamo removed if he bothered him for his money one more time. Even Douglas, who was for the most part sheltered from Dynamo's irritating ways, was ready to weld his mouth shut. Dynamo, however, was as happy as a clam at the moment. He had just received a page- a page from Douglas. This could only mean one thing. Turning sharply, he ran down the halls quickly, barely avoiding run-ins with the hunters who leapt out of his path, shoving the ones who couldn't move out of his way fast enough.
Would he be able to talk? Perhaps even recall information he had been told? It would certainly raise his value. 'He', of course, being the robot. Dynamo had been reluctant to name him, assuming the robot already had a name. He stopped in front of the repair ward, cracking the password- He couldn't help but notice Douglas had changed the password three times since he had started his daily visits with his prize- and flung himself into the room, panting heavily. "Wh-where's... my.... money?" He huffed, looking around for his little pot of gold.
He found him stretched out on his back, cleaned up and no longer in armor. He spared a moment to look him over, scrutinizing. He was... Short, much shorter than X, his face a little rounder, and had a much sweeter look on his face. He shifted closer, expecting the robot to react to his movement, but the boy remained still. "H-hey! He's still broken!"
Dynamo glanced around the room. Douglas was nowhere to be seen. Damnit! He gave the boy a poke. Nothing. Another poke. He didn't look broken...he looked like a rather cute boy laying back with a small smile on his face, eyes closed. Maybe...Dynamo sighed, realizing that he probably wasn't activated. He shrugged. /Here goes nothing..../
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Rock felt rather strange. He remembered something, pain, a battle....His eyes shot open, and he glanced around, wondering where he was. The place looked completely different from the lab...and there was strange equipment. There was no unfinished X in a capsule, no familiar workbenches, no blood from that battle he remembered fighting in. Why wasn't he hurt anymore? Maybe the battle had ended. He was repaired, after all.
"Hello!" Rock turned his head and found himself staring face-to-face with a very cheerful looking blue-haired man, in what looked like - was that armor? Since when did anyone besides robots wear armor like that? He bit his lip. Where was Roll? Or Rush, or Forte, or...Oh, no...
".....hello." He said quietly, very nervous in this strange new situation and very, very worried. He ignored the extremely pleased grin that spread across the man's face. "Where is he?" He blurted out. At the look of confusion from the man, he continued. "Well, see...there was...and I was....oh, where's Dr. Light?" He asked, nearly panicking. He had a very bad feeling about all of this.
Dynamo blinked, completely lost. "Dr. Light?" He paused, mid sentence, as he remembered the pile of bones he had nearly dropped the lab table back down on. The crushed human bones. Suddenly, for the first time since he could remember, Dynamo was left speechless. The boy looked up at him, an upset and worried look on his face, and Dynamo knew that he was expecting an answer, and a positive one at that. "Well... You see..." How could he tell the boy, who had shifted from upset to horrified, that the man he had probably been protecting down there had died a horrible, painful death.
Rock continued to stare at the man's face. He was thinking and thinking hard. The look on his face told Rock exactly what had happened, and before he could stop himself, tears had begun to run down his now pale cheeks. "Dr. Light.... He.... He....." Doubling over, Rock began to sob, no longer able to talk.
Dynamo stared down at the crying heap, and suddenly wished he had left him broken. Dynamo hated to deliver bad news, and hated the reactions even worse. As if to soften the blow, he informed Rock of the year and his location, hoping that the poor bastard would be tricked into thinking his creator had died of old age or something. "Anyway," He continued with, over the boy's sobs, "I'm Dynamo, and-"
Rock threw himself forward suddenly, still sobbing, and gripped onto Dynamo's armor, attaching himself to him. He had never felt more alienated from the world in his entire life, and he just wanted to be held by someone, anyone. "My name is Rock." He whispered shakily, tears still falling freely. "Mr. Dynamo.. Can I stay with you? I.. I don't have anywhere to go." He continued with. "My family's gone!" That said, he buried his face in Dynamo's chest, and refused to let go.
Dynamo stared down at Rock, sighing softly. Well... Fuck! How the hell was he supposed to sell him to Cain now? If there was one thing Dynamo hated more than havig to deliver bad news, it was having to deliver even more bad news. Shit, why did these problems always have to fall in his lap? Quite literally, in this case.
Dynamo bit his lip, thinking hard of something, anything to console the poor boy with. "There there..." He murmured, patting - Rock, was it? - slowly on the back. "It's okay...you can stay with me." Shit. He could feel the money slipping away from him. Damnit, damnit, damnit. He could also feel Rock cling to him even tighter, and the poor bastard's sobbing was so damn...depressed, he slowly hugged Rock back, picking him up and cradling him. Damn, he was small, and terribly sad, and with good reason because his 'father' was dead, and he didn't...have any family.... "Hey, it's okay, it's not as bad as you think...I think I know of something that might cheer you up." He ruffled Rock's hair. "Or rather, someone."
Rock sniffled against Dynamo's shoulder. "....who?" He wasn't going to cry anymore, he promised himself, rubbing feebly at his eyes as he tried desperately to stop sobbing.
"I don't suppose you know anyone by the name of X, do you?" Dynamo asked, hoping like crazy Rock would know the name. The boy stopped sniffling, but that was because he was too busy being completely shocked. Yes! He'd guessed right. "Come on....I think he'd be glad to see you!" That was another guess. He didn't have a clue as to how X would react to having what most likely was an older brother...even if Rock didn't look the age, he looked a hell of a lot like X. The similarity was impossible not to notice. "What do you say to that?"
Rock nodded slowly, eyes lit up and sparkling, although still red around the rims. X! X was still alive! Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
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Two weeks later, Dynamo still hadn't gone away, and X's ass was starting to get sore from all the pinching and grabbing. He'd been forced to stick close to Zero - not that that was a bad thing - only.....Zero was acting a little off. He was acting slightly strange and X couldn't put a finger on what this new behavior meant. It was just weird. Hell, Zero had patted his ass a couple times. Okay, a few dozen times. It was really weird and extremely.....pleasant.
"X-ykiiiiins!" Oh, fuck. It was Dynamo.
X sighed, turning where he sat. "I told you, I won't have sex with y-" He blinked. Who the hell was that with Dynamo?
There was something eerily familiar about the boy. He couldn't help but notice how much he looked like X. Suddenly it dawned on him, who this small robot was. "God, Dynamo you pervert, you made a sex doll off my design?!"
The boy blinked and smiled innocently, the meaning of his comment obviously above his understanding, and he latched onto X, hugging him tightly and nuzzling his stomach.
X stared down, at a loss for words. God... That poor thing! Couldn't talk, probably couldn't even think for itself. And now Dynamo had turned his little sex toy on X. "What the hell is wrong with you, Dynamo?!" He growled in agitation, trying to shake the tiny robot off. God, he was so small, X shuddered at the thought of what Dynamo probably did to the poor thing.
The boy cringed when X raised his voice and his hug became a vice grip. Maybe he was more aware of his surroundings than X thought. "I didn't make him, I swear! He's not a sex toy, I swear!" X looked both offended and angry, not a good combination.
"Oh yeah? Then why does he look like me?" X accused angrily, giving up on pulling the boy off him, crossing his arms and glaring angrily instead. "Care to explain that one?"
"You're my brother." The boy said, staring up at him utterly adoringly. "I was really really hoping to meet you someday..." X.....stared down at the kid. He was...huh? The boy slowly walked closer and hugged him again, beaming happily.
"Uhh....Dynamo.....that's really disturbing. Explain." The kid frowned and looked hurt at that comment. Well....at least he had some intelligence....god, he looked so similar, and it did look almost like Dr. Light's work...
"Oh, that's easy!" Dynamo beamed, going over and patting X on the shoulder, making him flinch. "See, you know how Doctor Cain hired me to dig through your old lab and such? Well, I found this little guy....got him repaired.... poor guy seems to have no family so I brought him to you. I mean, look at him X. You know Light's work - you ARE Light's work. He's your brother."
"He's my what?!" X sputtered, staring down at Rock, who was smiling back up at him, looking deleriously happy. "Dynamo! If this is some kind of joke...." He broke off, leaning down, and looked Rock over slowly. No.... there was no doubt. The design was simpler, much cruder in areas, but it was definately Dr. Light's work. Christ, this was the last thing he'd expected when he'd rolled out of bed this morning. "So... Rock.. You knew Dr. Light?"
Rock nodded slowly, hands just itching to grab onto X and hug him. "I helped dad build you." He looked him over adoringly, then wrapped his arms around X's vulnerable neck and squeezed, hugging him with a surprisingly iron grip. "X!! I hoped I'd get to see you awake!" His smile faded slightly, as he remembered that terrible battle with that horrific robot Wily had built. Pounding on X's capsule, pleading with him to wake up, and that terrible realization that X wasn't going to get up, that he couldn't get up.
"...you, huh Rock?"
He snapped his head up suddenly, realizing he hadn't been paying attention, and smiled a little, nodding. "I'm thirsty." He announced suddenly, and left the room, heading toward the water fountain they'd passed earlier.
Dynamo watched him leave, then turned to X. "So..? Impressed?" He asked, grinning, and wrapped an arm around X's shoulder, sliding in closer. "Bet you weren't expecting a family reunion today, were you?"
X was still staring in the direction Rock had left. He certainly seemed to be the real thing. Maybe he could tell him the one thing X had always wanted to know, the thing he had spent sleepless nights pondering over.
"I...guess you are useful for some things, Dynamo, even if you are really annoying at times." X smiled weakly, wringing his hands together. "He...he's so...I mean, I..." He couldn't think of anything to say. Gratitude and disbelief warred in him to be expressed. Rock was like a blessing, though he seemed so terribly lonely. That would have to change. He was....family, after all. Gratitude won out, and X smiled, grabbing Dynamo in a huge hug. "Thank you." He coughed, letting go of Dynamo. "I guess I owe you."
Dynamo smiled, patting his companion on the shoulder. "Of course you do." X rolled his eyes.
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Rock sighed contentedly, pulling away from the water fountain. That was better. He still felt so out of place, so....strange, being here. But X was alive. He swelled with happiness at that. He had one reminder of Dr. Light - the thought hurt to think of his father missing - and that was one part of his family that he was going to make sure he could protect. X was who Dr. Light had told him he must protect, and even if it seemed rather ridiculous now, with X activated, he would continue to do so. He could fight.
"Hello, who's this?" Rock froze, the deep, amused voice ringing out above him chillingly familiar. He turned around slowly...and stopped dead, everything freezing in pure panicked terror. Bright red armor, though it wasn't covered in blood now, long blonde hair, and bright blue eyes set in a face he'd last seen grinning wildly as the person had.....oh god. Wily's robot.
Rock took a deep breath and screamed as loud as he possibly could. The red robot looked confused. Rock didn't notice; he was too busy running like hell for X.
X looked up sharply, hearing Rock's high pitched shriek approaching, and rushed forward, meeting him at the door. "What's wr-" He grunted as Rock hit him full force, and attached himself to X's waist, clutching him close. He tried to detached the frightened boy from himself to see what had frightened him so badly, but Rock wouldn't. let. go. "What is it?" X asked, finally accepting the fact that Rock wasn't going to let go anytime soon.
"Wow, what a screamer!" Zero stuck his head in the door, even more amused than before. "Someone build you a little pet, X?" He stepped inside and decided to introduce himself, clamping a hand down on Rock's head. "My name's-" He never got to finish however, because Rock was suddenly alive again, screaming and clawing for X, every detail of that night running through his mind again.
Why was X letting him touch him? Why were they laughing as though it were some kind of a joke? He felt a hand touch his head again, and tried to escape it. He didn't want that evil robot touching him with his filthy hands. Glancing up fearfully, he realized it was Dynamo who now touched him, and he began to calm down, finding something soothing about the man's touched. He realized he was doing most of the laughing, the other two were just staring down at Rock with confused looks, and slowly let his hands slip off X's waist and drop to his sides.
Dynamo couldn't help but grin, finding this a good time to lay a few cracks in on Zero. "Wow, Zero. It seems your reputation precedes you. Not only do you scare the ladies off, you terrify little kids as well!" He grinned down at Rock, surprised to see a slightly offended look on his face at being referred to as a 'little kid', and winked. Instantly Rock was smiling faintly, looking immensely relieved, and shifted closer to Dynamo, leaning against him slightly.
Judging by everyone's reactions, he had obviously been overreacting. No one else seemed afraid of this 'Zero'. Rock wondered if perhaps he had the wrong guy. Zero certainly didn't seem malevolent, and his face wasn't as twisted as the robot who had attacked him. Still.. Something told him this was the guy, and despite all the comforting pats and hugs and looks, he still didn't trust him. Even if X did think he was trustworthy.
Zero looked down, wondering what the heck had gotten into that little guy. "So, uh..." The small robot hid behind Dynamo and refused to look at him. "....alright then. X, what's that guy's name?"
X looked down at Rock, then back up at Zero. "His name is Rock. He's....my older brother." Blinking, Zero stared again at Rock. ....they did look alike, but really. Older brother? What the hell? As he stared, Rock made eye contact and glared vehemently at him. Jeez, the boy sure was high- strung. Zero waved, smiling slightly, and Rock's glare lessened slightly, but for some reason he had the feeling that the little guy simply did not like him.
He looked at X, seeing that his friend believed it completely, and looking at his supposed 'brother', Zero really didn't doubt it. "Jeez, what the hell have you been telling him about me, X?" He teased, clapping his friend on the back. "I'm not some sort of mass murderer, and the worst I've ever done to you is try to get you drunk. Or maybe that one time when...." X gave him a playful shove.
Rock gaped, the contact and the teasing were unmistakable...They were friends? That was....but if his instincts were right, and he wasn't going to doubt them, Zero not only was a mass murderer but... "You also tried to kill him!" He said bitterly, knowing that he was right in his judgment of this Zero person. Everyone looked at him strangely, totally uncomprehending. "How can you do that? Don't you remember anything?" He was getting angry now, starting to yell. "I know it was you who killed them." He'd seen Zero - or someone who looked and sounded exactly like him, which was practically impossible - cut down everyone, Blues, Rush, Roll....and Dr. Light...oh god, the blood was still fresh in his memory, and that look on the blonde's face as he'd smacked Rock down...
Zero gave Rock an even more confused look, and let go of X, deciding to leave the headlock for later. "Huh? Killed who?" Suddenly he began to feel uncomfortable, remembering those dreams he had been having as of late. No, not those dreams, where X made himself into a sundae for the blonde; the other dreams. The ones with the blood, where he tore people he never met apart. Was it possible..? "I kill mavericks. That's it. And most of them deserve to die."
Rock had stopped listening, mind filled with the blood. It had been everywhere. The floor, the walls, the ceiling- even himself. He felt himself begin to shake and tried to will the memories away, but they kept coming, attacking him, forcing him to recall more and more. He let out a small moan and whimpered, legs giving out beneath him, and he was out before Dynamo caught him. "Well... that certainly killed the conversation." He lifted Rock up gently, and held him against his chest. "Guess that's my cue to leave.." He pushed his way past Zero rather pointedly- Dynamo was starting to love the kid already. Great instincts.- then paused, turned to leave. "Say..." He glanced back at them. "How much do you think Cain would pay for-"
"DYNAMO!!" X growled, looking aghast, thoroughly disgusted with this line of questioning. "You're not selling my brother!" Dynamo simply shrugged.
"Just a hypothetical question." He left quickly, before X could protest his taking the boy. He wanted to find out every lurid detail he could about Zero, reminding himself to buy a notepad.
Shit. This was not going to be a good day.
Zero turned to X, seeing his friend shaking his head slowly. "Don't listen to him, Zero." X blinked at him, patting his shoulder gently. "Rock's been....really stressed, I guess....come on, we both know you're not a bad guy. Even if you do get me on probation too often."
Zero blinked and shrugged, sighing internally and deciding to make the best of things. After all, X was there....and he was cute as always. "Yeah, yeah....you like it." He grinned and gave X a poke, smirking when the smaller man squirmed. "Otherwise you'd try to stop me." He grinned and pulled X into the headlock he'd been planning to do earlier, smiling more when X squirmed more and yelped, muttering small protests. "Aww, you're so cute, X."
X blushed brightly, twisting and eventually giving up on getting out of the headlock, quickly dragged over to the couch and released. "This...is going to be...interesting, with Rock around." He sighed, running a hand through his hair and trying to control his blush. Zero was scooting closer, wrapping a gentle, strong arm around his shoulders. X tried desperately not to melt against him. "I can barely believe this is happening..." There was a noncommittal remark from the blonde, and suddenly X was being pulled even closer, the arm slowly slipping to his waist.... "Uh, 'scuse me for a second." X got up, blushing brightly. Why was Zero doing that? It was...nice, but so weird....
Zero watched, silently amused. X really was fun to tease...no wonder Dynamo did. Though that bastard had far less innocent intentions than him. Zero blinked, seeing X walk back to the couch, sitting down again close to him....and eating vanilla ice cream he'd gotten from the break room fridge. Zero was vaguely aware that X was talking, and probably about Rock, but who would listen to boring stuff like that? Especially when X's hot little tongue was licking the spoon, there was a smudge of white on the side of his mouth..... Zero squirmed where he sat. Gah. He shouldn't be enjoying it that much.....
"...... so I really don't know what to do, Zero." X sighed, noting that Zero wasn't listening again. This was a bad habit of Zero's that had gotten worse over the last little while. "Never mind, Zero." X huffed, and finished off his ice cream. He felt a small dribble trailing down the side of his mouth and blushed slightly. He probably looked like a twelve year old that way.
Zero watched as X swiped his mouth with his thumb, wiping up the vanilla ice cream, and then licked it tantalizingly slow off his digit. Fuck! Why'd he have to wear such tight pants? He crossed his arms over his legs quickly, trying to look as natural as possible. Something had to happen fast, or X was going to discover his little... problem.
"Anyway Zero, I have to attend that meeting in conference room three. You can wait around here until I come back, if you want, or let yourself out. Bye!" Zero stared at X dumbly; vaguely aware of the fact he said he was leaving. Then the door shut and he was alone. Thank god, now he could get the hell out of there. He needed to let off some stress, get this thought out of his head.... He needed.... To get the hell out of X's room. That was first and foremost.
What was wrong with him, anyway? X was his best friend, and like a brother to him. He shouldn't be thinking of the innocent man this way in the first place. What the hell was he thinking? This wasn't even his room!
But.... Walking through the halls with a hard-on would attract attention he didn't really want. X would be gone for quite a while....what could it hurt? He was not going to think about X that way, he promised himself. He was not going to think about X and his hot little mouth, down on his knees.... He was certainly not going to think about X bent over a table, blushing, moaning loudly and deeply and just begging Zero to-
God, this was so wrong on so many levels. He should be stopping this. But he wasn't. Just get it over with, a little voice in the back of his mind said. Only once. You'll never do it again. The little voice had a good argument. He thought back, looking for something really good in his memories. Suddenly, it came to him.
A few years back, they had been on a mission together, X's hoverbike had been destroyed. Zero had offered him a ride back on his own bike, and he'd spent the entire ride back with his crotch pressed against X's ass tightly, X bent over the handlebars slightly. Fuck, that had been a fun ride, X bouncing back into his lap every time Zero missed clearing a raised root or pile of rubble. It had been like dry fucking, in a way.
He knew he wouldn't get caught, but nonetheless, there was a part of him that had constantly worried. A little voice in the back of his head told him not to tempt fate, and he got up, washing his hands off in the bathroom sink. With a deep, content sigh, he zipped his pants back up and returned to the couch.
There. That was all over with, it had been fun, and now he could forget all about it. He'd just been experimenting, nothing else, and...Okay, it had been damned good. But he wouldn't beat off about X ever again....or at least he'd try not to. Zero frowned and lay back on the couch, staring at the ceiling. He'd always thought - convinced himself? - that he didn't like X in a sexual way, but it was kind of hard to deny his lust when he'd nearly come all over X's couch thinking about fucking him.
God.... X would be tight and hot if he ever got him into the sack. Damned tight, since Zero suspected X was a virgin. He squirmed and forced himself not to think of it before he repeated what he'd just done. The thought was tantalizing, desirable....and horribly forbidden.
Zero suddenly felt guilt pressing down upon him. X was just so innocent. If he did that, X would be defiled, less pure, something lost that he didn't know he wanted X to lose. It had been fine when he'd thought he'd loved his friend platonically. But now that he'd gotten this... this idea in his head, he was seriously beginning to reconsider what he felt for the smaller man. Not that he loved him or anything. Right? Just.... respected him, admired him, cared about him a hell of a lot - Zero had died for him, hadn't he? - wanted to fuck his brains out.... But it wasn't like all of that added up to being in love with him. Nope. Not at all. ........fuck, was he...?
"Fuck." Zero said out loud, blinking up at the plain white ceiling. This day wasn't turning out that great. ....was he in love with X? Did he want to be? He sighed, trying to look at things logically. Okay, so he had very, very strong feelings for X. And he wanted to have sex with him. And wanted to take care of him, protect him, spend lots and lots of time with him....
.......uh oh. The evidence was piling up against his denial.
He wasn't quite ready to cast away his denial, however. He would just have to think on it some more. Nothing wrong with just giving it a thought here and there. No more sexual fantasies, though. Not about X, in any case. He got up from the couch X spent most of his free time on.... Probably naked, fresh from the shower... Water trailing down his back, pooling between those full, tight cheeks... He wondered if X ever masturbated on his couch... hell, if he masturbated at all. Well, he had to... Come on, everyone masturbated.... Right? Or was his libido really out of control, like X constantly told him.
Shit. And now he had a raging hard on again.
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Rock clung to Dynamo, shuddering, trying desperately to put everything out of his mind....which was difficult, considering that to him, it had basically happened yesterday. Slowly he was set down on a soft surface, trembling, and looked up at Dynamo. "You mind telling me what, exactly, Zero did?" The man asked quietly. Rock blinked, trying to get himself centered.
"He...he..." There was a pause as Rock choked back tears. He wasn't going to cry again. "I saw him. I...fought him, when I...and he...." Dynamo sat next to him on the bed, patting his shoulder, encouraging him softly. There was a shuddering sigh from Rock, and he continued, more coherently this time. "You...probably found me broken, right?" A nod. "Zero was the one who did it. He was...I don't know what's happened to him now, but he was built by a man called Wily...and he was supposed to kill me. He killed Wily. And Forte, and Rush, and...and Roll, and Blues..." His eyes glazed over. "He killed my family and his own brother, his father. And...I don't know why he was...why doesn't he remember?" The blood had coated the floor, it was sickeningly warm and thick on Rock's face and everywhere as Zero looked up from Dr. Light and grinned....
Dynamo stared. Well. That was...interesting, and very, very unpleasant. It really wouldn't be a good thing if Zero had actually killed X's dad. Could harm their friendship, which was the only thing that stopped Zero from killing him some days. It didn't make Dynamo feel any safer to think that Zero could be a mass murderer. "That...kinda sucks." He said lamely. Rock climbed in his lap, clinging to him, and Dynamo patted him on the back. "I don't know why he doesn't remember, if he was the one who-"
"He was."
"Fine. He was. But right now, he and X are best friends. I personally think that they might lust after each other." Rock clung to him tighter. "I know he probably did all of that, but....hey, he's not as bad now, right?" There was a knock on the door.
Rock cringed at the sound of the door, and clung to Dynamo tighter, as though trying to disappear, suddenly timid again, as he had been when Dynamo had first reactivated. Dynamo sighed. Rock's fingers dug into the soft material between his armor plates, but he didn't have the heart to tell the boy that when he looked as terrified as a rabbit cornered by wolves. "I don't think you should tell X or Zero what happened, alright? At least not yet. Now, if you don't mind..." He attempted to pry Rock off him, careful not to harm him. " I really need to get the door, Rock. It's hard to look like a serious business man with someone stuck to your chest like glue."
Rock stared up at him sadly, then slowly looked over at the door. Slowly he allowed himself to be removed from Dynamo's body, and instead settled down on the soft surface, eyes still locked on the door. He felt so warm, and it was so soft... He felt the need to stay alert, however, not wanting to let his guard down, lest Zero show his true colours. He let his eyes close- they felt so heavy, but listened carefully for any sound.
Straightening himself out, Dynamo threw the door open- Then promptly shut it again, gesturing for Rock to hide. He sighed deeply, noting his eyes were shut, and walked over to him quickly, hiding him behind a clever arrangement of pillows, ignoring Rock's short-lived protests. Running over to the door again, he swung it open again, and forced a grin. "Hey, old man! What's up?" He stepped in, allowing Dr. Cain to enter the room.
"I was hoping you had something for me from that site." Cain sat down on the edge of the bed, and leaned back against a pillow- And Rock! "Any luck yet? You said you'd found something valuable. Something I'd find very precious." Dynamo smiled widely, kicking himself in the ass mentally, and nodded slowly.
"Yeah... Yeah, I did say that, didn't I?" He admitted, then shook his head no quickly. "But I was wrong, and jumped the gun, really. It turned out to be some useless trash." He lied. "I'm not done looking the laboratory over yet, but here's what I have so far." He leaned over Rock, hoping against hope he didn't decide to do something stupid, like start squirming, and grabbed the sack he had dragged back with Rock's body, over two weeks ago. "I'll keep looking, if that's not good enough." He handed the bag over to Cain.
Cain began to look through the contents, nodding disappointedly. "Please do."
Cain left, thank god, and Dynamo sighed in relief. Damn, things just kept getting more and more complicated, didn't they?
"....useless trash?" Rock said, cocking his head. Aw, crap.
"Eheheh... uh, well, see, it goes like this...." He took a deep breath and hurridly explained how he'd been hired to ransack the laboratory by Cain, how he'd found Rock, the whole shebang. Rock nodded slowly. "So that's...how it went." Dynamo finished lamely. He looked at Rock. "Christ, you look exhausted." He didn't blame the boy. To say he'd had a rough day was an understatement.
"....'m a bit tired." A yawn. "But....there's Zero an' I should really....warn X...and..."
"Zero's not going anywhere; I'll make sure of that myself." Rock looked up at him, wide-eyed and completely trusting him. Oh, damnit. "And I'm sure X can handle himself, too. He's no slouch at fighting, I'll tell you that." There was a nod from Rock, and he slumped backwards onto the bed, passing out almost immediately. Dynamo felt really, really bad all of a sudden. What the hell had he gotten himself into? Damnit, if only he hadn't taken this stupid job he wouldn't have gotten tangled up in all of this, and Zero and X wouldn't freak out like he knew they would when they heard Rock's story. It was only a matter of time. ...But then again, Rock was a hell of an adorable little bundle, even with all the trouble he brought. It wasn't his fault, any of it. Dynamo sighed, tugging the blankets over Rock. What the fuck was he going to do now?
He started to stand, intending to pace the room, then stopped, feeling Rock's small fists gripping onto the cloth of his armor. Shit. So much for that idea. When had Rock even grabbed him? He hadn't felt a thing. He nudged his little shadow over, stretching out in bed next to him. Tomorrow. He'd figure it out tomorrow. "Night, Rock." He murmured, calling his armor off, and shut his eyes. Rock's only response was light breathing, and a slight shift closer to him.
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Ending Author's Notes: God, we should be shot for this fic.
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Author's Notes: We wrote this fic first, then tied Nuts and Bolts into this. Because I, Shibby, am a review whore, I am posting this. Hopefully Gimp won't kill me.
Warning: Yaoi, shotacon, and we may or may not cut the graphic porn out. Probably we will.
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This was a really, really stupid mission he'd taken on. Dynamo stared at the ground, kicking a rock idly in front of him. He'd been hired by Dr. Cain to look for stuff, wreckage, anything useful and technological. He wouldn't have done it if it hadn't paid so well, but the fact was it was merely an excuse to get him out of the Maverick Hunter's hair for a while. If only it wasn't so boring, it might be bearable, but noooo, it had to be mindless and pointless and - he kicked the rock into the side of a tree - nothing happened.
Dynamo slumped forward into a slouch, standing in the abandoned road. Where was he, anyway?
With a long, drawn out sigh, he scanned the area he had just wandered through. Great. Just... Great! Not only was his mission boring, now he was lost. "Stupid old.. man... " he muttered bitterly, trudging back along the road he'd moved down. The map he'd drawn him of Light's lab was just as crappy as the job itself. "The map says it's right here.." He continued to pace, back and forth, along the path, slowly churning up dirt as he did so.
That was when his day took yet another turn for the worse. The wind began to pick up, tossing his hair about, and he moved a hand up to brush it out of his face, when he felt the first thick drop hit the back of his hand. Well, shit. This was all he needed. Slowly, he backed up, moving into the thick weeds and underbrush, under the safety of the trees. It wasn't that Dynamo was scared of a little water- He just didn't want to ruin his hair.
Realizing this would put a damper on things, he leaned back against the dark trunk of a tree he could faintly make out behind the tall weeds obscuring it. Only, it didn't hold his weight. "FUCK!" Dynamo exclaimed, as he fell back through the hole Cain's team had cleared out years ago.
:::THUMP:::
"owshitfuck that hurt."
Dynamo stared up at the hole he'd fallen through, noting that the rain was starting to come pouring down. Shit. He rolled out of the way before more than a few drops could hit him, sitting slowly up on the hard floor. He blinked, staring around him in the darkness. Well, well, what was this? The lab. Pity he'd had to fall through a hole and almost get soaked to find it. He wasn't getting paid enough for this, damnit. Standing up and brushing the thick layer of dust off of himself, Dynamo let his eyes slowly adjust to his surroundings. There wasn't much there; a bunch of workbenches with abandoned, worn tools, a place in the middle of the floor where wires and metal dully showed through the grime of years. X had been made here? Jeez, what a dump.
Still....he backed away from the hole in the ceiling further and looked around. It was damned creepy to be in a place where your entire race had been made. Something about it gave him the jitters. He might as well get out of the room; it had probably been thoroughly ransacked since the last visit. Maybe elsewhere there would be something interesting. Dynamo grinned. Sure, the doors to other places were blocked, but digging through rubble was preferable to standing around here, at least until the rain stopped. He pranced off to the corridors.
At least, that's how he felt for the first five minutes of digging. After that, he decided he was going to demand more cash on delivery. Possibly an amount that would give the old man a stroke. Now that would be interesting. Finally, after several hours of pawing at the well packed dirt, he broke through and found himself in a large chamber. Crawling through the narrow hole carefully, he began to inspect the room.
Oh yeah. There were lots of things in here. Lots of crap. Judging by the large amount of damage the room suffered from, some sort of fight or struggle must have taken place here. Pulling out a sack, he began to sort through the mounds of useless trash for the rare object that still worked or was fixable. "Wow... Slim pickings." With a soft grunt, dynamo lifted a heavy metal lab table which was overturned. Nice.. Human bones. He was about to let the table drop back down again, when a metal glint caught his eye.
He threw the table to the side quickly, and pulled the mysterious object out from underneath decaying splintered wood. No... Not an object. Lifting his findings up, he set it down on the underside of the lab table. It was severely damaged, yes, the skin torn back from the cheek, but there was no doubt about it. It was a robot. Not just any robot. If he were to clean- him, yes definitely a him- up, he could pass as a miniature sized X, although more childish in places.
"I am so getting triple my rate for this!" Dynamo practically squealed in excitement. Rushing, he collected whatever else looked good enough to take, although his standards suddenly rose greatly, and ran back over to the hole he made. He widened it quickly, then flung the small robot boy over his shoulder and grabbed his bag of treasure, and made for the Maverick Hunter Headquarters.
Later, as he trotted happily down the road with the lifeless body of the small robot thumping against his back as he walked, two things occured to Dynamo. One, that X really had been built there....and two, that the body he carried looked like X.... His mind made a connection, and he grinned and whooped. Shit, this could be...what would it be, X's older brother or something? If so...He could get paid five times his current pay, maybe six! He giggled insanely for a while, stopping in the middle of the road to whirl around in a little victory jig. Thank god for price-gouging. He wondered just how much he could milk the Hunters for...
And frowned as the rainclouds up above loomed threateningly. Damnit! Not only would it mess up his hair, it would get into the exposed circuits of this little guy and ruin his happy little plans. If it wasn't salvageable, he'd get paid so damn little... Good mood gone, Dynamo dashed unhappily down the road in search of shelter.
It turned out that he had to run like hell to reach MHHQ, and barely made it, panting heavily and hoping that he hadn't lost anything on the way there by accident. It would suck if the little 'bot he was carrying had lost a limb...he glanced at it, noting that nothing had really changed. But...he blinked. If you didn't count the skin missing in places, the boy was rather cute. ...Now to get him repaired and get paid. Dynamo dashed down the hallway, grinning at the thought of what his two favorite idiots would do when they saw this.
He considered ducking into X's room at the very least, just to see his reaction to the babyish version of himself, but decided against it, best to get the boy fixed before a limb really did fall off. He turned a sharp left, into the repair ward, and set the robot down on a table, looking for a mechanic. Finally, he found Douglas in the far corner of the room, working on what appeared to be Zero's latest piece of work- some kind of a hovercraft which now lay scattered in pieces on the floor. "The man has a skill." Dynamo commented, ignoring the way Douglas jumped slightly, startled. "I have something for you to take a look, before I hand it over to Dr. Cain." He continued with, cutting Douglas off as he demanded to know where he came from. "Some reploid I found half buried in some debris."
Douglas walked over to the small boy slowly, staring down at him. Then frowned. Pulling open a small compartment hidden in the chest of the robot, he began to inspect his inner workings. He checked three times before giving Dynamo an astonished look. "Where did you find this?" He asked, suspiciously.
"Does it matter?"
"It does." He began to prod at wires, grimacing. This was going to take a lot of repair work. "First off, this isn't a reploid." He began to pull wires free from their circuitboards carefully. "Its general make-up is similar to a reploid, however much more basic." He held an arm up, then let it drop. "I've never seen anything like this before."
Dynamo frowned. "So... You can't fix him." Some help these hunters were turning out to be. Cain probably had no money, and had sent him on a wild goose chase to keep Sigma from hiring him again.
"I can fix him." Douglas muttered, obviously taking offense to that statement. "It's just going to take time." Now this was something Dynamo liked hearing.
"Great! So how long do you think it'll take?" Dynamo grinned.
There was a sigh from Douglas. "Probably...a while. A little over two weeks at the very least, if I work a hell of a lot on it; it would be more, but he's simpler than a reploid. As long as damage hasn't fried his circuits that should be it, though you really have to account for-" He noticed the bored look Dynamo was giving him. "...Never mind. Damn, Dynamo, where the hell did you find this little guy? It's definitely something."
Dynamo pointedly ignored the question. "Two weeks? What am I supposed to do for two weeks?" He frowned. "And when do I get paid for this shit? Will I get paid for this? Because if I don't..."
Douglas cut him off. "Sure, sure, you'll probably get paid, but it's not my problem what you do until then." He grabbed the small robot from Dynamo, carefully bringing it over to a table and staring at the circuitry inside, ignoring the world. Dynamo stood where he was, pouting slightly, until he realized that he wasn't going to get any attention there. Damn. So, what to do for the next couple weeks? Dig through the other stuff? Make fun of Zero? Hit on X to piss off Zero? He sighed. He had plenty of time for those things, too much time, so he strode off in hopes of finding Cain and squeezing the last drop of cash from the old man if he could.
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X sat and leaned back a little in his seat, listening quietly to Zero babbling on and on about his day; about how many rookies he'd beaten up and how many mavericks he was going to beat the crap out of. "That's nice." He murmured, knowing that Zero wasn't really listening to any of his responses. And in a way, he was okay with that. It was fine just to spend time with Zero. And it helped, he thought, slightly embarrassed, that Zero was sitting right next to him on the couch in the break room, touching his shoulder occasionally. Once he even brushed his hand against X's thigh.
Oh yeah. X had it bad for Zero, and he sighed. This fucking sucked sometimes. He didn't know what he wanted from the blonde; sex was...well....he wasn't going there. Too strange a territory. Company was good and all...but he wanted something more. This crush fucking sucked. Oh well....at least it wasn't like he...loved Zero....or anything....
The door to the lounge opened quickly. "....damnit." X cursed under his breath, seeing Dynamo walk in jauntily. Too jauntily. Something was up. "Dynamo...good to see you." God, he hated that man. "What happened? You look....happy." Next to him Zero was glaring viciously.
Dynamo waltzed up to the pair happily, sat down next to X and gave his ass a good, hard squeeze. "Hey sweet-cheeks!" He exclaimed with a grin. Ah, this was something he never tired of. That shocked, mortified expression on X's face perfectly complimented Zero's barely controlled rage.
Zero glared angrily at Dynamo as he felt his best friend up. Fuck him, who did he think he was? Damned pervert. How dare he defile X like that. X was like a little brother to him, and far too innocent for Dynamo's intentions. With a small growl, he swatted Dynamo's wandering hand, which was now traveling at an alarming rate around his companion's shoulder. "Go away, Dy." He sighed, pulling X closer to him, away from Dynamo.
X felt himself melt, and leaned into Zero a little, not wanting to be too obvious. Zero felt warm, so close his body heat radiated off him. Suddenly a hand found its way to his firm ass again and he yelled out in surprise. "Dynamo! Hands!" He screamed, agitated, and suddenly he was in Zero's lap.
Dynamo grinned, amused. He hadn't expected that one at all. He'd startled X so badly with that last grope that he'd literally jumped into Zero's lap. Good, maybe they'd start making out or something. And ask him to join. He could use the entertainment. "Come on, X, I don't bite!" He teased happily.
X blushed horribly, clutching Zero close and scooting more into his lap. It took him a minute to realize that he was indeed in his best friend's lap, and the instant it hit him he wasn't sure whether or not to melt and lean against him or be horribly embarrassed and slink away. Dynamo made a random comment - something he recognized as extremely perverted, but didn't understand - and Zero growled at him, tugging X even closer. X shivered. This was almost worth the groping by Dynamo....Zero was so warm..... he blushed more.
Zero, for his part, was feeling a bit discomfited and wasn't sure why. X's ass was pressed firmly against his crotch, and X was squirming. Well....that was awkward, but it wasn't like X was a girl....though that was one hell of a fine ass. Zero smirked, then controlled himself and coughed. "Get out, Dy. You're really fucking annoying and X and I don't want you around."
Dynamo rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on....you know you want me, X." He grinned, reaching out to grope X's crotch quickly, stopped when Zero's hand shot out and caught his wrist.
"X? Why don't you leave me and Dynamo alone for a second?" Groping X was bad enough, but feeling him up like that? In front of Zero? No, this Zero just couldn't let slide. "We can have a 'talk'." He cracked his knuckles, watching as X climbed slowly out of his lap, blinking at him before nodding, face red, and walking out of the room. "Now, where were we?" Zero clenched his hands into fists....
"You're so in love with him. God, don't tell me you don't want to fuck that tight ass as hard as you can, Zero." Dynamo grinned. Yep, that had thrown Zero off quite a bit. "You're thinking about it....and you like it, I can tell."
Shit... He should have better prepared himself for a response like that from Dynamo. He'd always thought X had a nice ass, didn't mean he wanted to fuck it. And damned if he would admit if to Dynamo, of all people, even if he did. "Fuck off, Dynamo. He's my friend."
Dynamo grinned widely. Zero wanted X every bit as much as X wanted Zero. The problem was, neither of them were about to admit that. "Well, you know what I think..."
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X leaned back against the wall, staring at the ceiling. What was wrong with him lately? Zero was his best friend. That was it, nothing else going on. Still, though, he couldn't break away from the little crush he had on the man.
He blinked up, hearing a rather loud thud, immediately followed by a yell from Dynamo and a long string of curses from Zero. Oh good. Things were going well in there. X smiled contently. Maybe today was going to stay a good day after all.
Zero wandered out happily, brushing his hands off on his shirt, and threw an arm around X's shoulder. "Well, that's taken care of....let's just hope Cain pays him and he goes the hell away soon." He pulled X into a headlock and happily dragged him down through the hallways. Stupid bastard Dynamo. Sure, he flirted with X....it was fun....but he wasn't going to have sex with him. Nope. No thoughts of sex here.
X, for his part, just blushed, dragged down the hallway. Hopefully it wouldn't be too long before Dynamo went the hell away.
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The last fourteen days, five hours, and thirty-seven seconds had simply crawled by. X was ready to kill Dynamo. Zero was ready to kill Dynamo. Cain swore he'd have Dynamo removed if he bothered him for his money one more time. Even Douglas, who was for the most part sheltered from Dynamo's irritating ways, was ready to weld his mouth shut. Dynamo, however, was as happy as a clam at the moment. He had just received a page- a page from Douglas. This could only mean one thing. Turning sharply, he ran down the halls quickly, barely avoiding run-ins with the hunters who leapt out of his path, shoving the ones who couldn't move out of his way fast enough.
Would he be able to talk? Perhaps even recall information he had been told? It would certainly raise his value. 'He', of course, being the robot. Dynamo had been reluctant to name him, assuming the robot already had a name. He stopped in front of the repair ward, cracking the password- He couldn't help but notice Douglas had changed the password three times since he had started his daily visits with his prize- and flung himself into the room, panting heavily. "Wh-where's... my.... money?" He huffed, looking around for his little pot of gold.
He found him stretched out on his back, cleaned up and no longer in armor. He spared a moment to look him over, scrutinizing. He was... Short, much shorter than X, his face a little rounder, and had a much sweeter look on his face. He shifted closer, expecting the robot to react to his movement, but the boy remained still. "H-hey! He's still broken!"
Dynamo glanced around the room. Douglas was nowhere to be seen. Damnit! He gave the boy a poke. Nothing. Another poke. He didn't look broken...he looked like a rather cute boy laying back with a small smile on his face, eyes closed. Maybe...Dynamo sighed, realizing that he probably wasn't activated. He shrugged. /Here goes nothing..../
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Rock felt rather strange. He remembered something, pain, a battle....His eyes shot open, and he glanced around, wondering where he was. The place looked completely different from the lab...and there was strange equipment. There was no unfinished X in a capsule, no familiar workbenches, no blood from that battle he remembered fighting in. Why wasn't he hurt anymore? Maybe the battle had ended. He was repaired, after all.
"Hello!" Rock turned his head and found himself staring face-to-face with a very cheerful looking blue-haired man, in what looked like - was that armor? Since when did anyone besides robots wear armor like that? He bit his lip. Where was Roll? Or Rush, or Forte, or...Oh, no...
".....hello." He said quietly, very nervous in this strange new situation and very, very worried. He ignored the extremely pleased grin that spread across the man's face. "Where is he?" He blurted out. At the look of confusion from the man, he continued. "Well, see...there was...and I was....oh, where's Dr. Light?" He asked, nearly panicking. He had a very bad feeling about all of this.
Dynamo blinked, completely lost. "Dr. Light?" He paused, mid sentence, as he remembered the pile of bones he had nearly dropped the lab table back down on. The crushed human bones. Suddenly, for the first time since he could remember, Dynamo was left speechless. The boy looked up at him, an upset and worried look on his face, and Dynamo knew that he was expecting an answer, and a positive one at that. "Well... You see..." How could he tell the boy, who had shifted from upset to horrified, that the man he had probably been protecting down there had died a horrible, painful death.
Rock continued to stare at the man's face. He was thinking and thinking hard. The look on his face told Rock exactly what had happened, and before he could stop himself, tears had begun to run down his now pale cheeks. "Dr. Light.... He.... He....." Doubling over, Rock began to sob, no longer able to talk.
Dynamo stared down at the crying heap, and suddenly wished he had left him broken. Dynamo hated to deliver bad news, and hated the reactions even worse. As if to soften the blow, he informed Rock of the year and his location, hoping that the poor bastard would be tricked into thinking his creator had died of old age or something. "Anyway," He continued with, over the boy's sobs, "I'm Dynamo, and-"
Rock threw himself forward suddenly, still sobbing, and gripped onto Dynamo's armor, attaching himself to him. He had never felt more alienated from the world in his entire life, and he just wanted to be held by someone, anyone. "My name is Rock." He whispered shakily, tears still falling freely. "Mr. Dynamo.. Can I stay with you? I.. I don't have anywhere to go." He continued with. "My family's gone!" That said, he buried his face in Dynamo's chest, and refused to let go.
Dynamo stared down at Rock, sighing softly. Well... Fuck! How the hell was he supposed to sell him to Cain now? If there was one thing Dynamo hated more than havig to deliver bad news, it was having to deliver even more bad news. Shit, why did these problems always have to fall in his lap? Quite literally, in this case.
Dynamo bit his lip, thinking hard of something, anything to console the poor boy with. "There there..." He murmured, patting - Rock, was it? - slowly on the back. "It's okay...you can stay with me." Shit. He could feel the money slipping away from him. Damnit, damnit, damnit. He could also feel Rock cling to him even tighter, and the poor bastard's sobbing was so damn...depressed, he slowly hugged Rock back, picking him up and cradling him. Damn, he was small, and terribly sad, and with good reason because his 'father' was dead, and he didn't...have any family.... "Hey, it's okay, it's not as bad as you think...I think I know of something that might cheer you up." He ruffled Rock's hair. "Or rather, someone."
Rock sniffled against Dynamo's shoulder. "....who?" He wasn't going to cry anymore, he promised himself, rubbing feebly at his eyes as he tried desperately to stop sobbing.
"I don't suppose you know anyone by the name of X, do you?" Dynamo asked, hoping like crazy Rock would know the name. The boy stopped sniffling, but that was because he was too busy being completely shocked. Yes! He'd guessed right. "Come on....I think he'd be glad to see you!" That was another guess. He didn't have a clue as to how X would react to having what most likely was an older brother...even if Rock didn't look the age, he looked a hell of a lot like X. The similarity was impossible not to notice. "What do you say to that?"
Rock nodded slowly, eyes lit up and sparkling, although still red around the rims. X! X was still alive! Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
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Two weeks later, Dynamo still hadn't gone away, and X's ass was starting to get sore from all the pinching and grabbing. He'd been forced to stick close to Zero - not that that was a bad thing - only.....Zero was acting a little off. He was acting slightly strange and X couldn't put a finger on what this new behavior meant. It was just weird. Hell, Zero had patted his ass a couple times. Okay, a few dozen times. It was really weird and extremely.....pleasant.
"X-ykiiiiins!" Oh, fuck. It was Dynamo.
X sighed, turning where he sat. "I told you, I won't have sex with y-" He blinked. Who the hell was that with Dynamo?
There was something eerily familiar about the boy. He couldn't help but notice how much he looked like X. Suddenly it dawned on him, who this small robot was. "God, Dynamo you pervert, you made a sex doll off my design?!"
The boy blinked and smiled innocently, the meaning of his comment obviously above his understanding, and he latched onto X, hugging him tightly and nuzzling his stomach.
X stared down, at a loss for words. God... That poor thing! Couldn't talk, probably couldn't even think for itself. And now Dynamo had turned his little sex toy on X. "What the hell is wrong with you, Dynamo?!" He growled in agitation, trying to shake the tiny robot off. God, he was so small, X shuddered at the thought of what Dynamo probably did to the poor thing.
The boy cringed when X raised his voice and his hug became a vice grip. Maybe he was more aware of his surroundings than X thought. "I didn't make him, I swear! He's not a sex toy, I swear!" X looked both offended and angry, not a good combination.
"Oh yeah? Then why does he look like me?" X accused angrily, giving up on pulling the boy off him, crossing his arms and glaring angrily instead. "Care to explain that one?"
"You're my brother." The boy said, staring up at him utterly adoringly. "I was really really hoping to meet you someday..." X.....stared down at the kid. He was...huh? The boy slowly walked closer and hugged him again, beaming happily.
"Uhh....Dynamo.....that's really disturbing. Explain." The kid frowned and looked hurt at that comment. Well....at least he had some intelligence....god, he looked so similar, and it did look almost like Dr. Light's work...
"Oh, that's easy!" Dynamo beamed, going over and patting X on the shoulder, making him flinch. "See, you know how Doctor Cain hired me to dig through your old lab and such? Well, I found this little guy....got him repaired.... poor guy seems to have no family so I brought him to you. I mean, look at him X. You know Light's work - you ARE Light's work. He's your brother."
"He's my what?!" X sputtered, staring down at Rock, who was smiling back up at him, looking deleriously happy. "Dynamo! If this is some kind of joke...." He broke off, leaning down, and looked Rock over slowly. No.... there was no doubt. The design was simpler, much cruder in areas, but it was definately Dr. Light's work. Christ, this was the last thing he'd expected when he'd rolled out of bed this morning. "So... Rock.. You knew Dr. Light?"
Rock nodded slowly, hands just itching to grab onto X and hug him. "I helped dad build you." He looked him over adoringly, then wrapped his arms around X's vulnerable neck and squeezed, hugging him with a surprisingly iron grip. "X!! I hoped I'd get to see you awake!" His smile faded slightly, as he remembered that terrible battle with that horrific robot Wily had built. Pounding on X's capsule, pleading with him to wake up, and that terrible realization that X wasn't going to get up, that he couldn't get up.
"...you, huh Rock?"
He snapped his head up suddenly, realizing he hadn't been paying attention, and smiled a little, nodding. "I'm thirsty." He announced suddenly, and left the room, heading toward the water fountain they'd passed earlier.
Dynamo watched him leave, then turned to X. "So..? Impressed?" He asked, grinning, and wrapped an arm around X's shoulder, sliding in closer. "Bet you weren't expecting a family reunion today, were you?"
X was still staring in the direction Rock had left. He certainly seemed to be the real thing. Maybe he could tell him the one thing X had always wanted to know, the thing he had spent sleepless nights pondering over.
"I...guess you are useful for some things, Dynamo, even if you are really annoying at times." X smiled weakly, wringing his hands together. "He...he's so...I mean, I..." He couldn't think of anything to say. Gratitude and disbelief warred in him to be expressed. Rock was like a blessing, though he seemed so terribly lonely. That would have to change. He was....family, after all. Gratitude won out, and X smiled, grabbing Dynamo in a huge hug. "Thank you." He coughed, letting go of Dynamo. "I guess I owe you."
Dynamo smiled, patting his companion on the shoulder. "Of course you do." X rolled his eyes.
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Rock sighed contentedly, pulling away from the water fountain. That was better. He still felt so out of place, so....strange, being here. But X was alive. He swelled with happiness at that. He had one reminder of Dr. Light - the thought hurt to think of his father missing - and that was one part of his family that he was going to make sure he could protect. X was who Dr. Light had told him he must protect, and even if it seemed rather ridiculous now, with X activated, he would continue to do so. He could fight.
"Hello, who's this?" Rock froze, the deep, amused voice ringing out above him chillingly familiar. He turned around slowly...and stopped dead, everything freezing in pure panicked terror. Bright red armor, though it wasn't covered in blood now, long blonde hair, and bright blue eyes set in a face he'd last seen grinning wildly as the person had.....oh god. Wily's robot.
Rock took a deep breath and screamed as loud as he possibly could. The red robot looked confused. Rock didn't notice; he was too busy running like hell for X.
X looked up sharply, hearing Rock's high pitched shriek approaching, and rushed forward, meeting him at the door. "What's wr-" He grunted as Rock hit him full force, and attached himself to X's waist, clutching him close. He tried to detached the frightened boy from himself to see what had frightened him so badly, but Rock wouldn't. let. go. "What is it?" X asked, finally accepting the fact that Rock wasn't going to let go anytime soon.
"Wow, what a screamer!" Zero stuck his head in the door, even more amused than before. "Someone build you a little pet, X?" He stepped inside and decided to introduce himself, clamping a hand down on Rock's head. "My name's-" He never got to finish however, because Rock was suddenly alive again, screaming and clawing for X, every detail of that night running through his mind again.
Why was X letting him touch him? Why were they laughing as though it were some kind of a joke? He felt a hand touch his head again, and tried to escape it. He didn't want that evil robot touching him with his filthy hands. Glancing up fearfully, he realized it was Dynamo who now touched him, and he began to calm down, finding something soothing about the man's touched. He realized he was doing most of the laughing, the other two were just staring down at Rock with confused looks, and slowly let his hands slip off X's waist and drop to his sides.
Dynamo couldn't help but grin, finding this a good time to lay a few cracks in on Zero. "Wow, Zero. It seems your reputation precedes you. Not only do you scare the ladies off, you terrify little kids as well!" He grinned down at Rock, surprised to see a slightly offended look on his face at being referred to as a 'little kid', and winked. Instantly Rock was smiling faintly, looking immensely relieved, and shifted closer to Dynamo, leaning against him slightly.
Judging by everyone's reactions, he had obviously been overreacting. No one else seemed afraid of this 'Zero'. Rock wondered if perhaps he had the wrong guy. Zero certainly didn't seem malevolent, and his face wasn't as twisted as the robot who had attacked him. Still.. Something told him this was the guy, and despite all the comforting pats and hugs and looks, he still didn't trust him. Even if X did think he was trustworthy.
Zero looked down, wondering what the heck had gotten into that little guy. "So, uh..." The small robot hid behind Dynamo and refused to look at him. "....alright then. X, what's that guy's name?"
X looked down at Rock, then back up at Zero. "His name is Rock. He's....my older brother." Blinking, Zero stared again at Rock. ....they did look alike, but really. Older brother? What the hell? As he stared, Rock made eye contact and glared vehemently at him. Jeez, the boy sure was high- strung. Zero waved, smiling slightly, and Rock's glare lessened slightly, but for some reason he had the feeling that the little guy simply did not like him.
He looked at X, seeing that his friend believed it completely, and looking at his supposed 'brother', Zero really didn't doubt it. "Jeez, what the hell have you been telling him about me, X?" He teased, clapping his friend on the back. "I'm not some sort of mass murderer, and the worst I've ever done to you is try to get you drunk. Or maybe that one time when...." X gave him a playful shove.
Rock gaped, the contact and the teasing were unmistakable...They were friends? That was....but if his instincts were right, and he wasn't going to doubt them, Zero not only was a mass murderer but... "You also tried to kill him!" He said bitterly, knowing that he was right in his judgment of this Zero person. Everyone looked at him strangely, totally uncomprehending. "How can you do that? Don't you remember anything?" He was getting angry now, starting to yell. "I know it was you who killed them." He'd seen Zero - or someone who looked and sounded exactly like him, which was practically impossible - cut down everyone, Blues, Rush, Roll....and Dr. Light...oh god, the blood was still fresh in his memory, and that look on the blonde's face as he'd smacked Rock down...
Zero gave Rock an even more confused look, and let go of X, deciding to leave the headlock for later. "Huh? Killed who?" Suddenly he began to feel uncomfortable, remembering those dreams he had been having as of late. No, not those dreams, where X made himself into a sundae for the blonde; the other dreams. The ones with the blood, where he tore people he never met apart. Was it possible..? "I kill mavericks. That's it. And most of them deserve to die."
Rock had stopped listening, mind filled with the blood. It had been everywhere. The floor, the walls, the ceiling- even himself. He felt himself begin to shake and tried to will the memories away, but they kept coming, attacking him, forcing him to recall more and more. He let out a small moan and whimpered, legs giving out beneath him, and he was out before Dynamo caught him. "Well... that certainly killed the conversation." He lifted Rock up gently, and held him against his chest. "Guess that's my cue to leave.." He pushed his way past Zero rather pointedly- Dynamo was starting to love the kid already. Great instincts.- then paused, turned to leave. "Say..." He glanced back at them. "How much do you think Cain would pay for-"
"DYNAMO!!" X growled, looking aghast, thoroughly disgusted with this line of questioning. "You're not selling my brother!" Dynamo simply shrugged.
"Just a hypothetical question." He left quickly, before X could protest his taking the boy. He wanted to find out every lurid detail he could about Zero, reminding himself to buy a notepad.
Shit. This was not going to be a good day.
Zero turned to X, seeing his friend shaking his head slowly. "Don't listen to him, Zero." X blinked at him, patting his shoulder gently. "Rock's been....really stressed, I guess....come on, we both know you're not a bad guy. Even if you do get me on probation too often."
Zero blinked and shrugged, sighing internally and deciding to make the best of things. After all, X was there....and he was cute as always. "Yeah, yeah....you like it." He grinned and gave X a poke, smirking when the smaller man squirmed. "Otherwise you'd try to stop me." He grinned and pulled X into the headlock he'd been planning to do earlier, smiling more when X squirmed more and yelped, muttering small protests. "Aww, you're so cute, X."
X blushed brightly, twisting and eventually giving up on getting out of the headlock, quickly dragged over to the couch and released. "This...is going to be...interesting, with Rock around." He sighed, running a hand through his hair and trying to control his blush. Zero was scooting closer, wrapping a gentle, strong arm around his shoulders. X tried desperately not to melt against him. "I can barely believe this is happening..." There was a noncommittal remark from the blonde, and suddenly X was being pulled even closer, the arm slowly slipping to his waist.... "Uh, 'scuse me for a second." X got up, blushing brightly. Why was Zero doing that? It was...nice, but so weird....
Zero watched, silently amused. X really was fun to tease...no wonder Dynamo did. Though that bastard had far less innocent intentions than him. Zero blinked, seeing X walk back to the couch, sitting down again close to him....and eating vanilla ice cream he'd gotten from the break room fridge. Zero was vaguely aware that X was talking, and probably about Rock, but who would listen to boring stuff like that? Especially when X's hot little tongue was licking the spoon, there was a smudge of white on the side of his mouth..... Zero squirmed where he sat. Gah. He shouldn't be enjoying it that much.....
"...... so I really don't know what to do, Zero." X sighed, noting that Zero wasn't listening again. This was a bad habit of Zero's that had gotten worse over the last little while. "Never mind, Zero." X huffed, and finished off his ice cream. He felt a small dribble trailing down the side of his mouth and blushed slightly. He probably looked like a twelve year old that way.
Zero watched as X swiped his mouth with his thumb, wiping up the vanilla ice cream, and then licked it tantalizingly slow off his digit. Fuck! Why'd he have to wear such tight pants? He crossed his arms over his legs quickly, trying to look as natural as possible. Something had to happen fast, or X was going to discover his little... problem.
"Anyway Zero, I have to attend that meeting in conference room three. You can wait around here until I come back, if you want, or let yourself out. Bye!" Zero stared at X dumbly; vaguely aware of the fact he said he was leaving. Then the door shut and he was alone. Thank god, now he could get the hell out of there. He needed to let off some stress, get this thought out of his head.... He needed.... To get the hell out of X's room. That was first and foremost.
What was wrong with him, anyway? X was his best friend, and like a brother to him. He shouldn't be thinking of the innocent man this way in the first place. What the hell was he thinking? This wasn't even his room!
But.... Walking through the halls with a hard-on would attract attention he didn't really want. X would be gone for quite a while....what could it hurt? He was not going to think about X that way, he promised himself. He was not going to think about X and his hot little mouth, down on his knees.... He was certainly not going to think about X bent over a table, blushing, moaning loudly and deeply and just begging Zero to-
God, this was so wrong on so many levels. He should be stopping this. But he wasn't. Just get it over with, a little voice in the back of his mind said. Only once. You'll never do it again. The little voice had a good argument. He thought back, looking for something really good in his memories. Suddenly, it came to him.
A few years back, they had been on a mission together, X's hoverbike had been destroyed. Zero had offered him a ride back on his own bike, and he'd spent the entire ride back with his crotch pressed against X's ass tightly, X bent over the handlebars slightly. Fuck, that had been a fun ride, X bouncing back into his lap every time Zero missed clearing a raised root or pile of rubble. It had been like dry fucking, in a way.
He knew he wouldn't get caught, but nonetheless, there was a part of him that had constantly worried. A little voice in the back of his head told him not to tempt fate, and he got up, washing his hands off in the bathroom sink. With a deep, content sigh, he zipped his pants back up and returned to the couch.
There. That was all over with, it had been fun, and now he could forget all about it. He'd just been experimenting, nothing else, and...Okay, it had been damned good. But he wouldn't beat off about X ever again....or at least he'd try not to. Zero frowned and lay back on the couch, staring at the ceiling. He'd always thought - convinced himself? - that he didn't like X in a sexual way, but it was kind of hard to deny his lust when he'd nearly come all over X's couch thinking about fucking him.
God.... X would be tight and hot if he ever got him into the sack. Damned tight, since Zero suspected X was a virgin. He squirmed and forced himself not to think of it before he repeated what he'd just done. The thought was tantalizing, desirable....and horribly forbidden.
Zero suddenly felt guilt pressing down upon him. X was just so innocent. If he did that, X would be defiled, less pure, something lost that he didn't know he wanted X to lose. It had been fine when he'd thought he'd loved his friend platonically. But now that he'd gotten this... this idea in his head, he was seriously beginning to reconsider what he felt for the smaller man. Not that he loved him or anything. Right? Just.... respected him, admired him, cared about him a hell of a lot - Zero had died for him, hadn't he? - wanted to fuck his brains out.... But it wasn't like all of that added up to being in love with him. Nope. Not at all. ........fuck, was he...?
"Fuck." Zero said out loud, blinking up at the plain white ceiling. This day wasn't turning out that great. ....was he in love with X? Did he want to be? He sighed, trying to look at things logically. Okay, so he had very, very strong feelings for X. And he wanted to have sex with him. And wanted to take care of him, protect him, spend lots and lots of time with him....
.......uh oh. The evidence was piling up against his denial.
He wasn't quite ready to cast away his denial, however. He would just have to think on it some more. Nothing wrong with just giving it a thought here and there. No more sexual fantasies, though. Not about X, in any case. He got up from the couch X spent most of his free time on.... Probably naked, fresh from the shower... Water trailing down his back, pooling between those full, tight cheeks... He wondered if X ever masturbated on his couch... hell, if he masturbated at all. Well, he had to... Come on, everyone masturbated.... Right? Or was his libido really out of control, like X constantly told him.
Shit. And now he had a raging hard on again.
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Rock clung to Dynamo, shuddering, trying desperately to put everything out of his mind....which was difficult, considering that to him, it had basically happened yesterday. Slowly he was set down on a soft surface, trembling, and looked up at Dynamo. "You mind telling me what, exactly, Zero did?" The man asked quietly. Rock blinked, trying to get himself centered.
"He...he..." There was a pause as Rock choked back tears. He wasn't going to cry again. "I saw him. I...fought him, when I...and he...." Dynamo sat next to him on the bed, patting his shoulder, encouraging him softly. There was a shuddering sigh from Rock, and he continued, more coherently this time. "You...probably found me broken, right?" A nod. "Zero was the one who did it. He was...I don't know what's happened to him now, but he was built by a man called Wily...and he was supposed to kill me. He killed Wily. And Forte, and Rush, and...and Roll, and Blues..." His eyes glazed over. "He killed my family and his own brother, his father. And...I don't know why he was...why doesn't he remember?" The blood had coated the floor, it was sickeningly warm and thick on Rock's face and everywhere as Zero looked up from Dr. Light and grinned....
Dynamo stared. Well. That was...interesting, and very, very unpleasant. It really wouldn't be a good thing if Zero had actually killed X's dad. Could harm their friendship, which was the only thing that stopped Zero from killing him some days. It didn't make Dynamo feel any safer to think that Zero could be a mass murderer. "That...kinda sucks." He said lamely. Rock climbed in his lap, clinging to him, and Dynamo patted him on the back. "I don't know why he doesn't remember, if he was the one who-"
"He was."
"Fine. He was. But right now, he and X are best friends. I personally think that they might lust after each other." Rock clung to him tighter. "I know he probably did all of that, but....hey, he's not as bad now, right?" There was a knock on the door.
Rock cringed at the sound of the door, and clung to Dynamo tighter, as though trying to disappear, suddenly timid again, as he had been when Dynamo had first reactivated. Dynamo sighed. Rock's fingers dug into the soft material between his armor plates, but he didn't have the heart to tell the boy that when he looked as terrified as a rabbit cornered by wolves. "I don't think you should tell X or Zero what happened, alright? At least not yet. Now, if you don't mind..." He attempted to pry Rock off him, careful not to harm him. " I really need to get the door, Rock. It's hard to look like a serious business man with someone stuck to your chest like glue."
Rock stared up at him sadly, then slowly looked over at the door. Slowly he allowed himself to be removed from Dynamo's body, and instead settled down on the soft surface, eyes still locked on the door. He felt so warm, and it was so soft... He felt the need to stay alert, however, not wanting to let his guard down, lest Zero show his true colours. He let his eyes close- they felt so heavy, but listened carefully for any sound.
Straightening himself out, Dynamo threw the door open- Then promptly shut it again, gesturing for Rock to hide. He sighed deeply, noting his eyes were shut, and walked over to him quickly, hiding him behind a clever arrangement of pillows, ignoring Rock's short-lived protests. Running over to the door again, he swung it open again, and forced a grin. "Hey, old man! What's up?" He stepped in, allowing Dr. Cain to enter the room.
"I was hoping you had something for me from that site." Cain sat down on the edge of the bed, and leaned back against a pillow- And Rock! "Any luck yet? You said you'd found something valuable. Something I'd find very precious." Dynamo smiled widely, kicking himself in the ass mentally, and nodded slowly.
"Yeah... Yeah, I did say that, didn't I?" He admitted, then shook his head no quickly. "But I was wrong, and jumped the gun, really. It turned out to be some useless trash." He lied. "I'm not done looking the laboratory over yet, but here's what I have so far." He leaned over Rock, hoping against hope he didn't decide to do something stupid, like start squirming, and grabbed the sack he had dragged back with Rock's body, over two weeks ago. "I'll keep looking, if that's not good enough." He handed the bag over to Cain.
Cain began to look through the contents, nodding disappointedly. "Please do."
Cain left, thank god, and Dynamo sighed in relief. Damn, things just kept getting more and more complicated, didn't they?
"....useless trash?" Rock said, cocking his head. Aw, crap.
"Eheheh... uh, well, see, it goes like this...." He took a deep breath and hurridly explained how he'd been hired to ransack the laboratory by Cain, how he'd found Rock, the whole shebang. Rock nodded slowly. "So that's...how it went." Dynamo finished lamely. He looked at Rock. "Christ, you look exhausted." He didn't blame the boy. To say he'd had a rough day was an understatement.
"....'m a bit tired." A yawn. "But....there's Zero an' I should really....warn X...and..."
"Zero's not going anywhere; I'll make sure of that myself." Rock looked up at him, wide-eyed and completely trusting him. Oh, damnit. "And I'm sure X can handle himself, too. He's no slouch at fighting, I'll tell you that." There was a nod from Rock, and he slumped backwards onto the bed, passing out almost immediately. Dynamo felt really, really bad all of a sudden. What the hell had he gotten himself into? Damnit, if only he hadn't taken this stupid job he wouldn't have gotten tangled up in all of this, and Zero and X wouldn't freak out like he knew they would when they heard Rock's story. It was only a matter of time. ...But then again, Rock was a hell of an adorable little bundle, even with all the trouble he brought. It wasn't his fault, any of it. Dynamo sighed, tugging the blankets over Rock. What the fuck was he going to do now?
He started to stand, intending to pace the room, then stopped, feeling Rock's small fists gripping onto the cloth of his armor. Shit. So much for that idea. When had Rock even grabbed him? He hadn't felt a thing. He nudged his little shadow over, stretching out in bed next to him. Tomorrow. He'd figure it out tomorrow. "Night, Rock." He murmured, calling his armor off, and shut his eyes. Rock's only response was light breathing, and a slight shift closer to him.
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Ending Author's Notes: God, we should be shot for this fic.
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