Nightmare to Reality

Disclaimer: I do not own Rockman/Megaman, nor do I own any of the robots in this fanfic.


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Gutsman grinned as he pinned his prey against the ground. The smaller robot beneath him struggled, not wanting to experience whatever the bigger robot had planned.

“Looks like I win…”

The smaller robot whimpered. Gutsman licked his lips as he tore off the smaller robot’s lower armor piece, leaving his prey exposed. Feeling his need growing rapidly, he tore off his own lower armor piece, causing the smaller robot below him to cry out in alarm. Now Gutsman’s intentions were clear. Gutsman noticed that the smaller robot was shivering, afraid of what was going to happen next, but he chose to ignore the other robot’s feelings and decided to finish what he had started.

The large robot pulled back his hips, then thrust forward –

“GAH!”

Gutsman woke up, sweating. Realizing that it was just a dream, he sighed. It was always the same dream; he attacked a smaller robot, tore off the lower part of their armor, and…

He shuddered. How was he dreaming of doing such a horrible thing? Or, rather, why was he dreaming of doing something so horrible?

Shaking his head, he knew that it would be difficult to go back to sleep. Instead, he got up from his bed and walked out of his room. Going downstairs, he wondered if anyone else would be up by now. It was still pretty early in the morning…

Much to his surprise, Cutman was sitting on the couch in front of the TV, watching something on mute as to not disturb anyone else. Cutman looked up, and, realizing that Gutsman was awake, waved to the bigger robot.

“Hi, Gutsman. What are you doing up so early?”

Gutsman sighed, walking over and sitting next to Cutman.

“Couldn’t sleep.”

Cutman smiled slightly.

“Bad dreams?”

“You have no idea…”

Cutman watched as Gutsman sighed again. The smaller robot looked thoughtful for a moment.

“Maybe sparring for a bit would take your mind off of it.”

Gutsman turned to look at him.

“Sparring? Seriously?”

Cutman shrugged.

“It’s worth a try.”

“Wouldn’t we be waking everyone up?”

Cutman laughed.

“The battle room is soundproof. Do you really think Dr. Light would allow us to spar out here?”

Gutsman chuckled.

“That’s true…”

Both robots stood up. Cutman turned off the TV and looked up at his bigger ‘brother’.

“I need a challenge anyway. Come on, I’ll spar with you.”

The two robots made their way to the battle room.

When they got inside, they took positions far away from each other. Cutman got into a battle stance, as did Gutsman. The scissor robot grinned.

“Ready?”

Gutsman nodded.

“Ready.”

“Go!”

The two robots charged forward. Cutman struck first, but Gutsman blocked the attack and tried to counter with an uppercut. Cutman jumped back, dodging Gutsman’s giant fist.

As they continued to spar, Gutsman found himself noticing things about his smaller ‘brother’ that he had not noticed before. His cute face, his childish voice, his slim body…

The bigger robot suppressed a moan as he felt his lower armor piece getting tighter. He hoped that the scissor robot did not notice. Soon, he realized, Cutman did not seem to notice the predicament at all. Gutsman’s need started to grow, and he wanted to tell Cutman that he wanted to stop sparring.

However, when he tried to speak, all that came out from his mouth was a groan. Cutman stopped at this, looking confused and concerned.

“Gutsman…?”

Gutsman could not hold back any longer and tackled Cutman. The sudden attack left Cutman stunned, allowing Gutsman to effectively pin him down with one giant hand. When Cutman regained his senses, he realized that he was harshly held down, unable to get up.

“Gutsman, what’s…?”

He was interrupted as Gutsman roughly kissed him. The smaller robot could only stare in shock at the bigger robot’s actions. After a while, Gutsman pulled away.

“G-Gutsman…?”

The larger robot ignored him, moving down to Cutman’s chest and began to lick at the area. Cutman gasped at this. What was going on? Whatever Gutsman was doing, it felt nice…

However, he failed to notice Gutsman’s other hand slowly moving downward to his lower armor piece. The sudden sensation of a hand rubbing that sensitive area was almost overwhelming. Cutman started to pant. What was Gutsman doing to him?

Pleasure began to build up within Cutman’s small body.

“O-Ohhh…”

His armor piece slowly felt like it was getting tighter. As if sensing this, Gutsman tugged at the top of Cutman’s armor piece, soon pulling it down Cutman’s legs, past his red boots, and away from his body. The smaller robot tried to squirm, but he was effectively pinned down by one of Gutman’s large hands.

Somehow, Cutman felt himself getting weaker and weaker with every caress of Gutsman’s hand against his sensitive area and with every lick against his chest. Every touch seemed to sap away at his energy, and he had no idea why.

Gutsman’s own lower armor piece felt as if it was getting tighter, but he wanted to make the smaller robot feel good before tending to his own needs. He stopped licking Cutman’s chest, leaning forward to whisper something to him.

“Does that feel good?”

Cutman could only moan in response. However, that response made Gutsman’s willpower give out. The bigger robot stopped rubbing Cutman’s sensitive area to pull off his own lower armor piece, placing his armor piece next to Cutman’s. Cutman’s eyelids lowered, partially closing his eyes…

He did not notice Gutsman licking his own hand that was not holding him down, soon lathering his girth with his saliva. When he was satisfied enough with the amount of ‘lubricant’ on himself, he leaned down to lap at Cutman’s chest again, trying to distract him from what was about to happen next. He positioned himself in front of the smaller robot’s entrance…

…And thrust forward.

Nothing could have prepared Gutsman from the pained cry that emitted from the smaller robot under him. But, oh, the tightness…It took all of Gutsman’s restraint to prevent himself from roughly pounding into the smaller robot. Cutman struggled underneath Gutsman, trying to get away from the pain, but he could not break free from the bigger robot’s grip.

Gutsman started to pull out all the way, then thrust back in, trying to be as gentle as possible. Cutman whimpered as Gutsman started a steady rhythm, still trying his best to be gentle. He continued to lap at Cutman’s chest, trying to soothe him and ease away the pain, but Cutman continued to struggle.

As Gutsman slowly found himself unable to keep the slow tempo, he reached down and caressed the smaller robot’s sensitive area again. This seemed to calm the scissor robot, and he stopped struggling. Cutman slowly began to feel pleasure instead of pain, but it still hurt quite a bit.

Gutsman started to thrust faster. Cutman’s breathing became small, short inhales as the speed increased. Both robots were reaching their peak, but Gutsman tried to hold back, wanting to savor the moment; he would never experience anything like this ever again.

Cutman came first, crying out as he released. Cutman’s climax caused the robotic muscles in his body to tighten around Gutsman’s girth, and with one last thrust, the larger robot sheathed himself completely within Cutman’s body, shooting his seed into the smaller robot.

After Gutsman was completely spent, he pulled out of Cutman. Cutman’s breathing slowly went from short pants to long inhales as Gutsman released him. Gutsman kissed Cutman one last time before picking him up, taking their armor pieces in his other hand as he cradled the scissor robot. Cutman spoke up first, his voice no more than a whisper.

“Wh-what…what was that…?”

Gutsman smiled slightly.

“That was something similar to what happened in my dream earlier.”

There was a short pause.

“Oh…”

Gutsman sighed.

“I’m sorry for what I did, but I couldn’t help it…”

Cutman smiled weakly.

“W-well, it was an…interesting experience.”

Gutsman shook his head.

“Well, we’d better get cleaned up before anyone else wakes up. I don’t want to have to explain this to Dr. Light, Rock, Roll, or anyone else.”

Cutman nodded.

“Yeah…”

With that, Gutsman carried Cutman out of the battle room to clean themselves off.