Electrical Discharge

Disclaimer: Don't sue me... I don't own anything Megaman or whatever... Megaman actually belongs to Capcom... I bet you didn't know that! HA! Out-smarted you again!!

Woohoo! My first attempt at a PWP! Flames will be handed to my pet RabbidHamster to do with as he pleases... And lemme tell you...

(WARNING! You all should know what a PWP is! It stands for 'Plot, What Plot?'.This will have HEAVY sexual scenes that are, obviously, M/M in content! And there's Vampirism here, too. Don't ask why... I think Vampires are sexy... Don't like, don't read.)

Author: *starts handing out cheddar popcorn* Well...here I go... R/R is appreciated...
Rock: *munches on popcorn* Mmm...
Zero: *munches too* I don't get sex... *grins at Rock* Well...on camera...
Blues: *pegs Zero with an empy soda can* Don't even think about it...
Author: Ssssshhh!! It's starting...

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Gentle hands played over flushed thighs. Fingers tipped with black fingernails scratched their way down, leaving trails of red as they went, and he moaned. He couldn't believe himself. It was the last reaction he thought he would ever give to something so /wrong/. Those same hands licked his skin painfully on the inside of his thighs, leaving hand shaped red spots. Not enough to seriously damage or bruise, but just enough to leave the skin red and burning. And he moaned again. The pain driving him over his senses. He couldn't bear anymore. Especially when his tormentor leaned down to lick at the reddened welts on his thighs. It sent electricity down his spine and his moans turned to needing whimpers.

"Forte..." He couldn't help it. The name trickled from his mouth like the blood had just moments before when he was struck, and he liked it. He never knew this about himself.

"Hm? Yes?" Came that cynical remark. A set of fangs flashed under a cascade of lavender hair.

"D-Damn you..." The other hissed, lowering his gaze so that brown hair covered his eyes.

"Still so stubborn..." The lavender hair came dangerously close to his face and veered off to the side. The brown haired bot arched his back as teeth brushed against one of the pleasure nodes on his chest.

"Always..." The brown haired replied, hissing softly. "...a snake in the grass..."

His voice had an edge to it that seemed to cut even the hardest of armor, but it did not phase Forte.

"Perhaps... But would you have it any other way?" He replied, biting the node and smiling at the muffled yelp that ensued from his lover. "Honestly..." He grinned wickedly up at those wanting sapphire depths.

"...No..." Came the stoic reply, but it was true enough. He found lips travelling up to the crook of his neck and he had to comply by tilting his head head away.

"I want to taste more of you..." Forte hissed softly, brushing his trademark fangs over the sensitive skin and lovelover cringed. He smiled wickedly again and shook his head. "Not yet...when you least expect and most want it..."

His partner was about to respond, but Forte forced his lips over the other's to silence him. If he wasn't bound to the headboard, he would've pushed Forte off, but he was helpless. Hands slowly trailed over shivering artificial flesh as Forte continued to assult his victim. Fingertips dug into a slendor hip and Forte retreated when he turned the other over his knees with a vicious snarl. His hand came up and he spanked the bared behind until it was a rosey red color. His victim letting out mewls of content contempt as he spread the legs slowly, exposing the delicate skin of his testicles. The hand came down again, spanking mercilessly. Not enough to seriously hurt, but enough to redden the skin and send a small throb of pain through his genitals. The brown haired bot let out mewls and sobs at the same time.

Forte stopped and leaned down quickly to taste the heated skin. "Mmm... Blues... You taste wonderful." Forte let his tongue slide down over the thighs, then between. He sucked the testicles into his mouth with practice and savored them both at onces. The musk they gave burning into his olfactory senses and he labled it at 'Blues' as one would any other scent such as 'roses' and 'baby oil'. But his lover didn't have such a strong scent. It was a musty smell of old knowledge and deprived release that he smelled. A virgin smell if he's ever smelled one, and he's had his fair share of virgins in the past. He crooned softly and snaked his way back up to taste the still burning flesh, but talking between his teeth at the same time.

"Virgin?" He crooned softly, testing his hypothesis. Blues went pale.

"Y-Yes..." He admited slightly choked from his pleasured moans. "How...?"

Forte cut him off. "As you would say, 'some things are better left unsaid.'" Blues HATED when people used his logic to hide stuff from him. His face went red with anger, but Forte had been prepared.

"Gah!! Wha-What are you doing??" Blues looked over his shoulder and saw a lavender head bobbing lightly right behind him in time with the gentle licks his backside was recieving. Red eyes opened and looked mischeviously at him before closing again and something new happened. "GWAH!!" Blues panted softly, his head burried into the pillow of the bed. It was such a nice bed, but was it really worthy of his virginity?

A little nip on his backside, and Blues could feel Forte retreating off the bed. Had he not been chained, he would've made his escape into the shadows.

"Filthy snake..." Blues hissed softly as his head came out of the pillow.

"Now now. It's not polite to call people names..." Forte nearly sing-songed as he opened a drawer in his dresser. "Even if they deserve it..." A small tube was produced and he didn't bother closing his drawer before he bounded back over to his new 'toy'.

"..." Blues glared at him though his shades were gone and his blue eyes echoed the confusion that he felt, he couldn't help but whimper when his rump was spanked again.

"Don't be so spiteful... You'll enjoy this." Forte gave him a fanged grin and opened the tube. Blues didn't need to be told what was in that tube, and he didn't like the idea, either.

"...I'm not uke..." Blues muttered and Forte smirked.

"Neither am I, but I had a choice. Either you or me, and well, I chose the latter." Forte chimed letting his humor speak for itself. "Trust me! I've done this before..."

"... Whatever." Blues grumbled, closing his eyes. He really didn't enjoy feeling so vulnerable, but it couldn't be helped at the moment. When Forte let his guard down... When the snake falls asleep... His train of thought was averted when he felt something cold slink around his opening. He hissed, more from the cold, then the feeling of something foreign entering him made him take in a sharp breath of air. This transaction made him choke on his own air and Forte nearly beamed.

"Wow! Got some muscles there... I should have you cough when I'm deep inside you..." Still grinning, he pushed in another finger, almost making Blues gag in disgust.

Blues couldn't understand the mockery. He never did anything bad to Forte. He's actually almost as close to him as he is to Rock, but there's something about the snake... His train of thought was yet again shattered by those probing fingers. They had touched a spot that seemed more sensitive and made him mewl and shudder, betraying the cold shell he's put up all these years.

"Hit a nerve, did I?" That cocky tone was enough to make Blues growl in response, but he felt the lavender haired bot lean up over him and grin wickedly as he cooed in his ear. "Do you want it hard or soft?"

That question had it's tone and Blues sill didn't like it. "Just get it over with." He nearly spat, but inside he could feel his gut wretch in anticipation for this moment. His brother was about to touch him in places no one's EVER touched him. An hour ago, he would've faught hard to keep his dignity, and he did too. But now... Now he was tired of giving the bot what he wanted. He had given up when he felt there was no way he could escape it.

"Wrong answer." Came the response and a soft nibble on his shoulder just before he was pierced. It was like a white hot poker was suddenly jabbed into...the place 'where the sun don't shine.' His mind lingered on the thought trying to search for a way to relate to it, his body acting much differently. His body had tensed up and tried to pull away from the intrusion. It was fighting the pain, while he was trying to understand it better.

Forte on the other hand just let out a small groan between his teeth and the flesh he nibbled on. "So tight..." He managed to hiss softly and the other dwelled on this for a second. So much like a snake. There was a long pause that seemed to go on forever as Blues shuddered underneath the Cobra named Forte. He wondered how he had got into this situation in the first place, but was quickly snapped back with the thing inside him began to move. It made slow circles at it's masters command. Slow circles became gentle prodding, then it grew into a lustful rhythm.

Blues had dropped to his chest, all strength giving out on his arms, and could only watch over his shoulder at the bot that made love to him. His eyes widened at this new thought. Were they really capable of feeling love? Of course, he felt an attachment to his family, but it lit love? Hips pounding into hips, bodies sliding over another in some ritual that human lovers shared. Their mechanical joints giving them the same ammount of protest. Their voices rose in splendid duet with each other and sang of their pleasure. Then it happened, he could feel something click inside him. Blues let one last choked mewl escape his synthetic sweat covered body as he drove his hips forward into the matress below. Forte wasn't far behind. One thrust, two and he was over into his own personal euphoria, but that didn't stop him from clamping his sharp teeth into the side of Blues' neck. He bit and bit again, bruising the original puncture wounds, but that only served to sweeten the artificial blood that served as their body coolant.

Blues gritted his teeth from the assault and tears began to form at the corners of his eyes. He begged himself not to cry, but it was going to happen anyway. Tears trailed down his cheeks onto the pillow as Forte's tongue lapped out to lick at the punctures. The tip of his tongue dove into the wounds, stinging them and making them burn. But that wasn't what shook Blues at that moment. He could FEEL the blood being drawn through those small wounds on his neck, and he ENJOYED it. The feeling of having something so vital to his body being drawn from him slowly was driving him insane with pleasure. The pain radiated through his body, then settled between his legs to tease the leaking flesh there. It actually felt good.

"Mmmm..." Blues heard Forte growl deep in his throat as he bit down again, threatening to suck the very life from his lover. His tongue dove deeper into the wounds drawing out as much as he could, before he pulled away, and smiled a blood bathed smile down at Blues and licked the trail of blood from his lips. Blues felt sick, after all he's been through most of his vital coolant was drained from his body. He felt the heat leave his body from behind, and he gently laid himself down to rest. He saw Forte get up and put his armor back on, but he didn't say a word.

'Soon...' Blues thought to himself. 'Soon I'll pay you back for this...' He glared daggers into Forte's back as the black bot left the room, then he became aware that his world was darkening. 'I refuse to die until I pay you back...' Then there was nothing.