In the Darkness

A/N: Posting this here because I’d get my ass kicked if I posted it on FF.net. My profile for that account is under the same name as here, Dragon-Orb.
Anyway, this was written for my good friend Gimp666, and if you haven’t heard of her then you should go and find her stuff. *nod nod*

Oh, and I apologize in advance for any grammar/spelling mistakes I missed. I read it and Gimp read it and I must have re-read and ran this thing through Spell Check at least a hundred times but I know something probably slipped by so please don’t kill me and if you mention it to me, I will change it.

Warnings: Male/Male, Yaoi, Slash. It’s a Forte/Blues pairing, so if you’re even bothering to read this then I take it your ok with the idea of the two of them having rabid, hot anal sex so no bitching, hear me?

Slight bondage and by slight I mean one of them cuffed to the headboard to make it easer to sexx0r them good. ^_^. Besides that, nothing major besides the normal playing with the characters that all author(ess)’s are guilt of. I guess there's some Dom/Sub in this as well...I dunno, just a bit but I thought I should warn for it so I don't get killed by angry readers -_-*.

Disclaimer (as if I should need this but...): I do not own Rockman, or anything remotely close to its grandeur and awesome-ness. If I did, damn there would be some changes!! *grins evilly* Oh yes, big changes!

Now, enough of my blather and on with the fic! Oh and don’t forget to review or drop me a line telling me what you thought of this. I appreciate any well-meant comments, good and bad. Thanks! ^_^

In the Darkness


A hand played over his thighs softly; gently and tender. He forced back the moan that the touch brought on, favoring instead a deep growl.

"Not happy with me, are you?"

Shaking his thick dark hair from his eyes, Blues glared at his tormenter. "No, did you think I was?" his tone was sarcastic despite his current position. "What would make you think I would be happy or even remotely interested with what you're doing, Forte."

Forte grinned, lifting his head up to meet Blues' dark look. "Oh, well, I thought you might at least enjoy the attention Blues." He grinned again, running his hand from its current resting place on those creamy legs, up the bared torso in a seductive teasing touch that ended with those slight fingers toying with his collar bone.

Unable to fend off the unwanted touch, Blues shied away as much as the restraints would let him. He scoffed, leveling his angry sapphire eyes with the laughing crimson. "And, of course, this meant chaining me to your bed, right?"

"Of course," Forte purred, leaning in to capture Blues' lips but only smirked as his new-found toy turned away from him. Instead he ran them down Blues' bared neck, nipping at the sensitive flesh. He licked and nipped, alternating between soft strokes and harsh, almost piercing bites. It kept Blues gasping, trying for the millionth time to get out of the bonds that held him. Forte smirked against his neck, enjoying the shiver that ran through the quiet one's body as his hot breath teased the skin he had just bit.

"Are you sure you're not enjoying this?" the question was rhetorical and Forte chucked lightly as Blues' eyes snapped open and glared venomously at him. Forte shrugged, shifting from the sitting position beside his captive to a more preferred perch. Swinging his leg gracefully over Blues' naked hips Forte straddled him, and leaned in close, their noses almost touching. "You don't have to enjoy this Blues, it does make it easier." Those slim fingers danced on his collar bone again, bring back those feelings that Blues fought so hard to not show. Be damned if he was going to give that bastard the satisfaction.

"Get off Forte," his voice was calm, in control but it only caused another smile to break out on that beautifully dark face. Finding his words useless he instead opted to physical methods. Caught off-guard by Blues' sudden move, Forte almost lost his place but stayed on, only grinning at his captive's attempt to buck him off. Forte leaned in close, catching Blues' chin before he could turn away.

He kissed him harshly, biting into his lower lip before inviting himself into the Blues' mouth. His tongue moved slowly, savoring. Forte broke the kiss, licking his lips in delight. "That," he commented on Blues' earlier move, "Only gave me ideas." Without his dark glasses to hide his eyes, Blues surprise was completely apparent, and only made Forte grin more. "What?" he asked at the shocked look. "Did you really think I was going to stay with just kissing you?" Forte laughed mockingly, "You're too naive Blues...so much like Rock.” He smiled, eye's half-lidded as he kissed Blues again. "So much like Rock..." he trailed his mind obviously on other things. He did however come back to the situation a hand as Blues growled low at him.

"Don't even think about it!" his voice raised in anger, the protectiveness he felt towards his little brother coming out full force. “You’ll never touch him Forte! I won't let you!" This only got him another mocking laugh.

"You think you have a choice?" Forte lifted himself up, moving off the bed. "Whether you like it, want it, or have anything to say about, I will have Rock." Blues' eyes followed his movement but quickly diverted as Forte shed his clothes, tossing them carelessly onto the cold floor. His face was smug and malicious as he turned back to his captive, his voice as seductive as his body. Even Blues couldn't deny that the dangerous purple-streaked bioroid was attractive; terribly so. A body graceful and lean, his skin taunt over well-developed muscles that practically begged to be touched, he was the epitome of sexual attractiveness. Blues' eyes skimmed covertly up the man before him, and he turned away when he realized he was staring. And that Forte had noticed.

The dark one returned, taking back his position on top of Blues, running his hand absently across Blues' bare chest as he continued. "And until that time, you will be his replacement." Forte's lips ran over his neck again, starting off when he had left the kisses more heated and less harsh. Blues couldn't help but moan lightly. God, Forte's touches were like fire.

With all the willpower he could muster, Blues tossed his head, banging into Forte's lightly but enough to get the Wily 'bot to stop. "Like hell..." he seethed, his voice breaking slightly with pants, both from Forte's ministrations and his own anger at what the other had said.”I'm not going to be your toy, Forte." Again, he words got him nothing but a patronizing look and a light laugh. Blues' lips curled up in a snarl.

"You don't have a choice Blues." Forte stated simply then eyeing the look on his face, he smoothly changed tactics. "If you're not going to be my 'toy'...then I guess I'll just have to go and get Rock then." Forte watched amusedly as the color fell from Blues' face at that statement, those expressive blue eyes widening slightly with the threat. Forte kissed him again, this time meeting no resistance. Blues' sudden submissiveness to him turned him on and he pressed their lips together harshly, sliding his hand up and down Blues' side.

Blues, for his part, complied with Forte's wants but there was no thought in it. Forte's threat was still ringing in his ears. He couldn't let this bastard touch his brother...not if he could stop it. That seductive voice spoke to him again, dragging him out of his thoughts.

"This would be much more enjoyable if you participated,“ Blues glanced up at Forte, his eyes closing slowly before opening again as he bit his lip and locking his gaze to the one above him. Blues mentally reminded himself of the his reason; his brother's safety, as he lifted himself up enough to closing the distance between them and caught his captor, his new lover, in a pleasurable, if not slightly forced, kiss. Forte moaned deep in his throat, amused and pleased at the sudden co-operation. He let Blues have dominance before he broke the kiss, nuzzling his new play toy’s neck rewardingly.

"Good choice,” he commented, as he wandered his way down his toy's body, nipping and sucking as he saw fit. His trail ended at Blues' hips and Forte looked up through his purple bangs, grinning at the other's flushed look. Grinning victoriously, he slid Blues' throbbing, half-hard member into his mouth. The gasp alone was enough to please him, but Forte wanted more.

He began sucking, sliding as much of Blues' cock into his mouth as was comfortable, taking turns worrying on the head before deep-throating it ruthlessly. He kept the pace ragged, not giving Blues any time to get accustomed to the action, throwing his mind into a haze.

"Uh....god..." Blues' moaned despite himself. He hadn't wanted to give Forte any more then was immediately necessary but with that hot mouth around his erection there was little he could do besides sit back and enjoy it. He moaned again, louder this time as Forte's tongue ghosted over an extremely sensitive spot on the head.

"Like that, hm?" Forte asked around Blues' cock, the vibrations in this throat tearing yet another gasp from his forced lover. He glanced down, smirking at the swollen flesh before licking at the slit, teasing it with his tongue.

"Uh......F-forte...." Blues thrashed against the bed, his bound wrists holding him in place. "...god...again...please..."

'That's what I want to hear.' He pulled away, running his thumb over the saliva-coated skin. "Beg for it."

The command would have been ignored, even balked at in any other circumstance but his mind was too far gone. All Blues wanted was that hot mouth on him again. "More...please!" his voice was thick with desire, a feeling rarely felt and a tone almost never heard. It pleased Forte immensely to be the cause of it.

"Beg for it Blues...tell me what you want...what you need from me." His words were punctuated by a solid pump, Forte's thumb still slipping over the sensitized head.

Blues tossed again, his pride holding out on totally begging, never willing to give in but a cold breath blew across his heated flesh and he screamed, arching his back as the assaulting sensations overwhelming him. The well-guarded wall fell just enough and he practically screamed. "Suck me Forte...please!"

The dark one grinned, licking his lips. Submission turned him on like blood and battle never could. He dropped back onto Blues' swollen cock, bobbing his head. He felt Blues' stomach tightening and he slipped his hands around Blues' hips to hold him from bucking into his mouth. He worked Blues cock hard; giving him one last deep-throated suck before Blues came, spilling his seed into Forte's waiting mouth. Forte swallowed it all, licked his lips as if to savor the taste. He crawled up to his lover and kissed him, sharing the bittersweet tang. The response was slow and lazy, Blues' orgasm obviously having thrown his mind into complete disarray.

The dark one drank in Blues’ un-guarded, pleasured expression before sliding back down his prone body. Blues wasn't the only one with needs and it was better to do it now then in a few moments when he would possibly have to fight for it. Forte's hand pulled the already set-out tube off the nearby bed-side table and he squeezed a nice-sized dollop of it into his hand, slicking his fingers and cock with the cold gel. Forte's eyes closed as he coated himself, the sensation putting him closer to the edge but he stopped and opened his eyes. He didn't want to come now, not with Blues laid out for him. With little warning other then lifting Blues' into the desired position, Forte's slicked fingers entered him.

He watched interestedly as Blues' lust darkened eyes flew open. "..wha..?" Blues' sentence was cut off as Forte's probing finger touched something inside him; the ending coming out as a shuddered, unrecognizable slur. Grinning he pressed on, surprised at how loose Blues was. He didn't need to prep him much and again, with out much warning pushed into his tight ass. This time Blues howled, the sudden pain overriding any pleasure from before.

Forte buried himself to the hilt before stopping, moaning deeply as Blues unconsciously clenched around him. "Nh...so tight..." The need to thrust hard into that tight warmth was over-powering but he restrained himself. This time, Forte would settle for nothing less then total submission.

He stayed in that position for a moment before pulling out and pushing back in, groaning at the sensation. He kept the thrusts even, building a steady rhythm until Blues' cries turned to gasping breaths and loud moans. Licking his lips he sped up, slamming in harder and harder, aiming for that spot that would make his partner scream for him again.

Blues' mind came into full awareness as Forte's measured thrusts turned more lustful. His body was wracked again with the feelings the man above him was causing, but somewhere in the back of his mind, Blues was disgusted at himself for allowing this to happen. So many thoughts flew through his head, all revolved around getting out of the position he had been forced into, but mostly just about getting away from Forte. But he knew what would happen if he did. 'Damned if I do, damned if I don't' he chided himself as he opened his eyes to see Forte above him; lost in the moment, fucking him hard, his body shining with sweat. It had been the right thing to do; giving himself up for Rock but in the process Blues had lost everything he had held dear. He had lost his pride and dignity to Forte but most of all he had lost Rock. There was no way he could ever face Rock again. Not after this. He was dirty...unclean... He closed his eyes, tears falling to the pillow beneath his head. He felt so useless and used.

Forte's smug grin fell as he watched tears stream down Blues' cheek. But no concern lit in his eyes. No, those tears brought him great satisfaction. An evil smile played on his lips but he hid it, preferring an indifferent, cool expression as he slowed his pace slightly and lifted one hand from its supporting place beside the quiet one's head and grabbed Blues' chin roughly making him look up. "Do I have to remind you what happens if you don't 'please me'?" He asked. He smiled malicious inside as tear-filled sapphire eyes widened then fell down.

"No," Blues replied stoically.

"Good." Forte resumed his actions, his thrusts harder, pounding Blues into the bed. "Scream for me. Scream for your master."

That dominant word sent alarms through Blues’ mind, and it was all he could do to not scream denial at Forte. No, he couldn't put Rock through this. His sudden anger had melted the tears and Blues met Forte's smug eyes and he knew what he wanted. His last bit of resistance fell as Blues' walls broke and Forte's hand wound around his stiffening cock, both actions distracting and destroying. His voice sounded strange to his own ear as he breathed heavily. "Please...Forte...Master...Harder!"

Forte doubled his efforts and soon Blues' voice was hoarse from screams. Over and over he begged for more; harder, faster, pleading his master to finish him off. Two more thrusts and Forte's own voice was added to Blues' as he climaxed, spilling into the body beneath him, his orgasm bring on a second for Blues. The second orgasm, harder then the first one tore what little sense his mind had found and Blues moaned one last time before passing out.
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Forte lay beside his new plaything, content and smug. They were both still naked but he had cleaned both of them up as well as unchaining Blues from his headboard and moving him into the sheets. His hand ran idly through Blues' messy black locks as he thought over his prize.

"You're mine Blues," he whispered, not from kindness to the sleeping man but in a tone that oozed possessiveness. "You're mine...I caught you, I broke you. You'll be the perfect pet; the ultimate prize of my conquests." He smiled victoriously, running his hand gently down Blues' cheek, tracing the still noticeable tear-tracks.

He had had the right idea, using Rock as the method to break him. Now Rock could do whatever he wanted; win the war for all Forte cared. Forte had what he wanted now and in the process had taken something that Rock loved; his brother, his all-important older brother. Forte grinned, enjoying the look of pain and anguish he imagined on the Blue Bomber face over the loss. There was no way Rock could ever get Blues back. Blues was his; mind, body and soul.

A dark laugh fell from his lips as he kissed his prize before whispering secretively to him. "I lied Blues. Why would I want Rock when I could have you?" He slid into bed at that, pulling the sleeping figure into his dark grasp. Holding Blues in the darkness that Forte had created for him and him alone; holding him in it forever.