Empty Promises

A/N I’ve been meaning to get an account here for awhile, but I didn’t
have much of anything new to post, so I held off. Just a short little one shot I
randomly wrote for no reason whatsoever while waiting for my aunt to finish her
last class. Go easy on me, I haven’t written in a long time, I’m lazy LOL

P.S- Reviews appreciated. <3

 

Empty Promises

 

 

 

"Rock, what do you think of Forte?"

The question was sudden and straightforward, the boy found he couldn’t
answer it immediately. Not that question, especially so soon after they
discovered their strange ally was in actuality a Wily bot, betraying them and
busting the old man out of prison. He poured over it slowly, considering it, and
then sighed. "I dunno. You mean Forte; the guy who was staying with us and
lending a hand, or Forte; the guy who set us up?"

Roll flopped down next to him lightly, resting her chin on his pillow. Rock
was depressed, and acting really off since the events of that morning. Sometimes
she wished she knew what her brother was thinking, he was so hard to read
sometimes. "I don’t know… Aren’t they the same guy anyway?" She
poked at the headboard a little, thinking.

"Not at all." Rock frowned, leaning up and glancing at her,
depressed. "One’s a real charmer… He says and does all the right things
and he’s easy to befriend. He’s kind and generous….. But that Forte’s
just an illusion. He’s really just a snake in the grass. The Forte who stayed
here doesn’t exist. Right?"

Roll sighed softly, feeling bad. She knew Rock had taken a liking to Forte,
and this only confirmed her suspicions that her brother was heartbroken. The
taller boy had been someone for Rock to hang out with, as Blues was hardly
around lately. It was obvious that he’d been crushed by his supposed friend’s
betrayl. "Yeah, I guess that’s true…" And he’d seemed so
sincere, too.

Rock bit his lip, sinking into his pillow more. "I should have known…
The only other person who could build a ‘bot like that around here is
Wily." How could he have been so stupid and naïve? Why couldn’t he see
that it had just in a ruse, to get to his father’s lab and rob the poor man
blind. "I trusted him…"

Roll shifted over, hugging her brother comfortingly. "We all did. Don’t
beat yourself up over this." Rock rolled over, returning the hug, and
nodded a little. "At least we found out now, beforewe got too close…"
The situation would have been worse had Forte learned the family’s secrets.

Rock sighed and slid the covers over his head, face colouring slightly.
Close... She had no idea. His eyes slid shut momentarily and he saw warm, bare
flesh, thick, swollen lips assaulting his own… "Yeah… You’re
right." A pause. "I’m going to bed now. It’s late."

Roll pulled the covers back a little, peering down at him worriedly. "It’s
not late. We haven’t even had supper yet." Was Rock sick? Something had
to be wrong, she had never seen Rock turn down a meal in his life yet. What was
up with him today?

"I’m tired, not hungry." Rock argued with, muttering sheepishly
and fighting with her for the blanket. He just wanted to sleep. He wanted to the
day to be finished with, to forget everything for a few moments. "I’ll
eat a big breakfast." He added to appease her. She sighed, giving her
assent, and he accepted a kiss planted on his cheek, returning it, and shadows
flooded the room as he was left to his thoughts.

He lay in silence for several moments, staring at the ceiling before he
allowed the thoughts of the previous night to catch up with him. So much had
happened, and he hadn’t allowed himself any time to think about just what had
happened.

He had been tense, and suspicious of the new bot. Forte had done everything
right, yet there was something about him that Rock couldn’t trust. He had been
in his current position, unable to sleep and admittedly spying on his resting
ally, when Forte had suddenly rolled over and, well… kissed him.

Even now, as he remembered it, he found his hand wandering down to his
crotch, fingers tracing over it idly, emulating Forte’s surprisingly fleecy
touch. He bit his lip lightly, breath hitching. He wasn’t the type of person
to do something like this, he’d never been-heck, he didn’t even like
doing this, and yet suddenly his hand was down the front of his pyjama bottoms,
rubbing idly, not squeezing yet- Just like Forte had done. It felt good. He
turned over, burying his face in his pillow and lifting his hips.

At first Rock had been shocked by the happenings, even deeply opposed to
them, but his protests were fast quelled as his clothing was shed and Forte’s
mass of violet hair began its slow decent down Rock’s smooth neck, travelling
until it found a plump nipple, latching on. It felt surprisingly good, and he
let Forte’s hands do as they pleased, ravaging and entering him as the Light
bot stuck a pillow over his face, muffling small cries.

Rock was making similar cries even now, as he pulled at his erection, fingers
driving themselves into his tight entrance deeply. He had been easy, and Forte
had used him. He had no one to blame but himself for his sexual awakening. He
should never have let Forte do half of the things he did. He should never have
let him…

It had hurt badly when Forte first forced the bulk of his member into his
tight passage, and he’d arched heavily, body working desperately to expel the
thick intrusion from within him, clenching. He’d cried, aching and afraid,
until Forte had murmured something soothing in his ear, the only words he’d
spoke that night, though they couldn’t quite come to mind now, with the frenzy
his body was in. Somehow he’d managed to survive those first few minutes and
things quickly became more intense. Forte took no time in dominating the small
body beneath him and it wasn’t long before-

Rock slid down slowly, stomach meeting the mattress as his hands retreated,
leaving him with an exhausting kind of emptiness and an overwhelming, burning
shame. He’d played himself right into the Wily bot’s trap. He’d given
himself up without a fight, and had let Forte get intimately close- leaving
himself depressed and vulnerable. How was he going to fight Forte now that they
were suddenly enemies? It was all his fault, and he’d enjoyed every minute of
it. Now he was alone and dirty, and he felt awful, like a rag someone had used
then tossed aside, to be thrown out at its owner’s convenience.

His body racked with sobs and he hugged his pillow, allowing Forte’s words-
the painful words his mind had blocked out until now to return. And he found
with a numbing sense of dread that they, like everything else about Forte, were
a lie.

"It’s okay, Rock. I’d never hurt you, I promise. You can trust me…"