Relief

Here we go again, my one-shot. Also my first sex scene, even if it is masturbation.

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Save for one, small figure huddled in the darkness, no one would have been able to spot anything corporeal in the cell. The darkness hovered inside the cell, not helping keep out the cold. The small figure shivered and curled up.

Looking at this poor thing, no one would have ever believed it if they had seen him now. It's clothes were torn from constant wear and use, as it had nothing else to change into. He was ill, dreadfully ill, and his weapons systems had been disabled, lest he try to escape. Hardly anyone would have believed that this ragged creature had once been Rockman Light.

He was still unsure of what had happened. He remembered heading to fight when he had received a message. Ignoring the fact that he may be a trap, he had headed out. Unfortunately for him, it had been a trap, and he had been ambushed by hordes of robots. He may be powerful, but even he can only take on so many, and the robots had had the advantage of numbers. So, kicking and screaming, he had been thrown here, locked up, and left there.

There was no knowing how long he had remained here. It could have been a week, it could have been a year. He had lost all track of time, and there was no window in the cell to check the sunrise and sunset. Sometime ago, he had checked every nook and cranny, hoping that their may be some weak spot, something he could take advantage of and use to escape. He had found nothing.

He was hungry, exhausted, and bored. He would give anything to just see sunlight again, to run around free, to be with his friends and family. Rock had never realized just how much those things meant to him. But now that they were gone, they suddenly seemed to mean a whole lot more. Without everything, there was an empty void in his metaphorical heart.

Either way, he allowed his exhaustion to get the better of him. Sleeping was something to do, and he could always escape in his dreams. It counteracted some of his exhaustion, making sure he never got too tired move. He curled up in a corner of his cell, and, closing his dulled emerald eyes, went to sleep.

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Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Rock nearly jumped up as something cold and wet fell onto him, soaking his shivering skin. He glanced up, and noticed that the roof of his cell was leaking. Either someone had flooded a room in another floor of the fortress he was in, or it was raining outside. The cell always leaked if it rained.

Grumbling, he shifted to another corner of the cell, but his sleep had already been driven away. He couldn't even escape by sleeping now! So what could he do?

He checked himself quickly to make sure that he wasn't wet. He hadn't slept in the rain long enough to be completely soaked, but he was still wet. Sighing, he pulled off his wet shirt and placed on a piece of rock that stuck out to dry. No use sleeping in wet clothes, unless he really wanted to get sick. He then plopped back down on the dry corner.

He began rubbing his skin, trying to warm himself up, when his fingers abruptly brushed against his groin area. He froze, blinking, wondering what that feeling was. Slowly, he touched himself again. The feeling came back, stronger this time. He didn't know what it was, but it sure felt good.

Forgetting about the rain, Rock pulled down the zippers of his pants, put his hands down his pants, and began touching himself more. It wasn't enough, however, and soon, he had completely pulled off his clothes and was in the process of pulling off his boxers. He did this with one hand; he was too busy with the other.

His cock had hardened up, and Rock felt a strong need, a feeling that told him if he reached a certain point, everything would be much better. He stopped touching, and instead began pumping himself with soft, slow strokes.

As he pumped, he began to make small whimpers, the odd feeling growing much, much stronger, and he was unable to stop himself from his stroking. He had never believed that this could feel so good, and dimly wondered why he had never done it before.

Unconsciously, his stroking had increased to a much faster pace, and his cock was now unbearingly hard. His whimpers changed to moans as he completely gave in to the feeling inside him. He wrapped his hand tightly around his achingly hard erection, and squeezed, the feeling making him scream, though no one was around to hear him.

He lay down, completely supine, continuing to touch himself, though much rougher than before. He pulled himself, gasping, moaning, not knowing what was going to happen, but doing it anyway. He had never believed that he could grow so hard, and a small drop of white liquid had appeared at the top of his cock.

He leaned down, pulling his head down as he brought his legs up, so that he could lick the white liquid. It tasted good, and the feeling of licking himself made the feeling grown even more unbearable. Ignoring the uncomfortable position, he leaned down between his legs and enveloped his cock with his mouth.

He pulled his hard, wet cock from his mouth, and, starting to stroke it again with one hand, used his other hand to enter himself. It burned slightly, but the feeling of pure pleasure made up for it. He continued driving his fingers into his entrance, gasping at the unfamiliar yet wonderful sensations.

Finally, it happened. His fingers brushed against roughly against his prostrate, and one final, hard, unbearingly slow pump later, he had his orgasm, something that he had heard about but had never had happen to him. His cock began spurting the thick white liquid, covering the wall of the small cell he had been sitting near. This continued, for several minutes, Rock enjoying the moment and his cock spraying satisfactorily. He gave one more hard pump, eager to continue watching his seed spill out, and stopped, breathless, as he finally stopped coming.

He pulled on his clothes, sighing softly at the wonderful feeling of relief. He had never known that such a moment could feel so good. Indeed, he had no idea of what had prompted him to do what he did. But it was absolutely wonderful, and it gave him a huge feeling of relaxed relief. He dragged himself to another corner, avoiding his drying semen, and curled up again, completely sated as he fell asleep.

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Yes, definitely a one-shot! And for those of you reading my other fic, don't worry. I know I'm taking awhile, and I have an idea, but I just can't seem to get it down on paper. *picks up pen and tries to write again*