Robotic Malaise (AFF Edition)

Forte stumbled in mid-run, falling flat on the ground as a sudden heat flared up inside him, and he
grunted. The sound of his own impact rang through his head, rattling and unpleasant, and only helped to
make him aware of a powerful, throbbing ache that settled deep above his eyes. Gospel turned back
around, slowly padding back to his fallen master, and growled softly, nudging one of Forte's helmet
fins.

"...Damn. I must've caught Roboenza from one of Wily's junkbots... Go-Gospel, back."

His assistant bot bared his teeth, but took a few steps back, sitting down. Forte made a sound of
approval -- no need for both of them to fall to something so stupid! He closed his eyes against the
slowly-spreading ache overtaking his body, and cringed when he heard the high-pitched sound of someone
warping in nearby, the flash visible even behind his closed eyelids. Gospel growled and let out a rough
warning bark as footsteps neared closer.

"Talk about a time to go down, hm? At least, we've taken out the last defenses, and all that's left is
handling Wily."

Forte cracked an eye open to glare at the nuisance that was Blues--or at least, at one of the
prototype's red boots. He ground out a reply, his anger fuelled by pain and the artificial weakness the
Roboenza was causing.

"Fuck off, Proto."

"Now, that's no way to treat someone who wants you to get better."

A second warp-in blinded Forte, and he bit back a cry of pain as his headache worsened thanks to the
blue-white energy flare. Rockman let out an alarmed cry, and Forte clenched one of his fists, thumping
it weakly on the ground. At this rate, he was going to be the laughingstock of Wilybots, and the last
he needed was Rockman's pity adding to this!

"Forte! What--"

Blues turned his head sideways, holding an arm out as if to block his little brother from approaching,
and preempted Rock's concerned rush toward Forte's side. He kept his cool, talking low and evenly, his
voice strangely soothing to Forte's overtuned senses. The black robot made a grimace at that thought,
shoving it away and focusing on the situation at hand.

"We'll start off by finding a way to cure Forte. Rock, put Rush in search mode and take Gospel with
you. I want you three searching every inch of the lab section of this fortress for it."

He transfered the coordinates of the section he wanted Rock to comb through with the assistant bots,
then continued seamlessly by explaining why he was sending out Gospel and not leaving himself.

"No offense, Rock, but I don't trust Rush to find the cure quickly enough on his own. Gospel has more
of a reason to be quick about it than you or Rush, and someone needs to stay behind to make sure Forte
doesn't get worse. Preferably, someone who can actually rig something up and keep him in the land of
the conscious. Now get to it."

Blues crouched down near Forte, and everyone's attention shifted to him.

"...the fuck're y'all still doing here? Stop gawking, start searching. Gospel, go along."

It was obvious from Forte's tone that he thought Rock was stupid and couldn't do it without someone
with a brain around. Rock quickly nodded in "understanding", oblivious to the hidden insult, and patted
his leg, chirping out a command to Gospel.

"C'mon, Gospel, let's go find that cure for your master!"

The lion-wolf looked to the heavens with another growl, before quickly leaping at Rock's side,
following Rock's teleport stream. With the two gone, Blues crouched down and gently placed a hand on
Forte's shoulderpad. Forte glared blindly toward him, baring his teeth, and weakly shrugged his
shoulder, wincing as pain raced through it.

"Get away, moron."

"You're in pain right now. Just relax, and let me help."

The murderous stare and snarl would have killed a lesser robot on the spot, but Blues simply smirked
and slowly coaxed Forte to sit up against the wall, leaning against it and the smaller robot at his
side. Blues reached out with a hand, and started rubbing Forte's right thigh. He ignored when Forte's
hand grabbed his elbow and squeezed shakily, making a small sound of disapproval.

"The more you tense, the more it's going to hurt. C'mon, I'm doing this to help you out."

"Tch, if you're looking for praise and thanks, you're barking up the wrong tree."

Blues shifted against Forte's side, and his other hand joined the first, lightly stroking and
squeezing, working to override the false pain signals the virus was generating with more pleasant
sensation.

"If I was looking for that, I'd have looked for the cure myself and made you beg for it. All I want is
for you to relax."

Forte quieted down with a grunt, clenching his jaw and glaring daggers at Blues out of the corner of
his eyes. The prototype shrugged it off, leaning in to rub the Wilybot's other leg next, taking the
opportunity to examine Forte better and mentally compare the two of them. He began by disregarding the
obvious differences; anyone could tell that Blues looked like a little boy while Forte seemed to be
more of a young adolescent, or that Forte was far more advanced than Blues at emulating human
appearances.

Blues wondered for a moment, eyes drifting up Forte's torso and masked by his impenetrable visor, if,
under his armor, Forte was wearing body plates and rounded joints. It seemed very unlikely, given the
shape of Forte's waist and of the sleek curves he could glimpse under Forte's shoulderpads. At least
the main sensors were still placed the same as with the Lightbot designs. Perhaps Wily had removed some
of the pain transmitters, though, given how much of Forte was exposed to impacts.

Forte reluctantly began relaxing, barely groaning when the prototype's fingers raised to rub at his
abdomen and sides as they chased the viral sensations away. His body was slowly giving in to the shroud
of unfamiliar pleasure rising inside, although his headache and tiredness were both still there and
acted as a major damper. He watched through half-opened eyes as the grey robot continued the massage,
lips pressed together thinly in focus, reaching for each of his upper arms in turn. Red fingers
slipped under his shoulder armor, pushing over his shoulder plates, and sent odd tingles down
his spine, collecting deep in Forte's body.

Rock, Rush and Gospel reappeared in a tricolor stream just as Blues' hands reached Forte's neck,
sliding and pressing in such a way that Forte let out a slightly louder groan and tipped his head
backward against the wall slightly.

"Blues! We found it! We got the cure!"

Blues simply continued his massage, returning his hands to Forte's waist as he answered smoothly.

"Well? Just give it to him."

"O-oh! Here, Forte!"

Forte's eyes snapped open again, and he raised a hand. Rock tossed the pill into his awaiting palm,
and he curled his fingers around it, absorbing it with a small flash of energy. Immediately, the cure
raced through his systems, fortifying his own weary defenses and shredding the viral effects to pieces.
The full effect of Blues' massage was hot on its tail, and he shuddered heavily, clenching his eyes
shut as energy flooded his body before flowing down his spine and centering deep in his stomach.

He slumped down against the wall again, every element, every wire and piece he was made of buzzing with
a pleasant energy surge, an odd tightness lingering between his legs under his pelvic armor. He heard more than felt Blues pat his chest plate twice, and opened his eyes
when he felt something soft brush against his striped cheek lightly, focusing on Blues' mysterious
smirk. He narrowed his eyes and quickly lashed out, pushing him away with a good open palm to the
chest, and then stood up with a feral grin.

"Alright, now I'm better, and I'm going to kick Wily's ass for trying to take me out."

Rock smiled at him, and raised his fist in the air in victory.

"We're all going to show him what we're made of!"

Blues got back to his feet, still smirking and just radiating satisfaction, and ran toward the door
separating them from the next section of the fortress.

"Not if you don't stop celebrating."

"Oh no, you don't, you junkyard reject!"

Forte raced after Blues, Gospel right on his heels. He tried to ignore the ache starting to register in
his mind, wincing at who exactly had triggered it, and vowed to take care of it after he got away from the
two lightbots.

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His resolve rapidly broke down as, since he couldn't exactly hasten his pace thanks to the... condition he was in,
he fell behind Rockman and Blues and got to see the prototype fight for the first time. Forte had to
admit it, Blues wasn't half-bad at it. He moved faster than Rockman, and leapt nimbly on ledges Rock couldn't
reach, allowing him to clear the upper path of enemies while the blue bomber was on the lower. But what was
aggrivating wasn't his prowess, but rather how much his jumpsuit was clinging to his lower body
and being ridiculously distracting.

Who would have thought one day Forte would notice that Blues had a cute ass? So now, all that Forte could
do was to duck inside a branching tunnel, wait for the sounds of fighting to ebb away, and then glare at
Gospel.

"Go around the corner and keep an eye out. Last I want is the blue moron backtracking to see me."

The lion-wolf looked at him, apparently amused, and turned around the corner with his teeth bared and a rolling
growl-huff that sounded oddly like a snicker. He heard a thump as the lupine robot sat down, his buster-tail
showing around the edge.

Forte growled and quickly lowered his hands down to his pelvic armor, unfastening latches and then pushing the
frontal half down. He reached in quickly, gripping his erection, and closed his eyes as he began stroking
himself. Gospel sent him a quiet alert, an icon popping up in the darkness behind his closed eyelids, and
he slowed down with a groan.

"Gospel, who the hell is it!"

The voice that answered him left him furious, although still hard and aching.

"Would be me. I noticed you weren't following anymore. If it's any help, you've still got about four
minutes before Rock comes in."

"Ugh, never mention his name while I'm like this."

He shut his eyes again, grimacing, and took his hand off his cock, preparing to close his armor again.
Another hand wrapped around it before he could, and he startled, opening his eyes and looking down. Blues
was crouching in front of him, having moved noiselessly, and he seemed like he was pondering something,
staring at Forte's erection.

"So, I've caused it, haven't I, Forte?"

"D-don't flatter yourself, relic...!"

"I'll take that as a yes. Well, then, since I caused it, I should fix it."

Forte stared down at the red-helmetted robot, eyes widening as Blues drew his hand back, pushing down at
the base of Forte's dick to line it up with his slowly opening mouth.

"...Wait. I'm not letting you get anywhere near my junk with your mouth!"

Blues grinned as he retaliated.

"Oh yes, yes you are."

Forte let out a short cry as Blues sucked the erection into his mouth, his tongue pressing flat against the
underside, and he bucked his hips into the warmth and wetness, faintly surprised to feel Blues' lips kiss
his groin, and a slight pressure on his tip as he brushed at the back of Blues' throat. He raised his
hands up to Blues' helmet, clamping down over his earpieces for a grip, and felt his moan of approval
vibrate against his tip and base, where he could feel Blues' teeth barely brushing against his length.

Forte took in a deep breath, before he began moving his hips, pulling Blues' head over his hard cock,
revelling over the control he had over the prototype. He knew that he was being allowed to do that, but
even a willing surrender was a victory nonetheless, and fuck, who knew that the scrapbot was that
talented with his mouth?

Blues' tongue was pressing against him, wet but firm as it slid up and down, while
his teeth added just the right amount of thrill when he was pulled away from Forte's thrusts. When he
only had the head in his mouth, Blues swiped his tongue insistantly over the tip, and when Forte was inside
all the way, the plate at the back of Blues' throat hummed, sending vibrations straight from his dick
to his brain.

He continued rocking back and forth, increasingly fast, and finally pushed Blues back close, until his nose
was right up against Forte's skin. Forte's body shook, and his arms locked into place as he jerked his hips forward,
as if in a vain effort to sink deeper into Blues' mouth. The grey robot's hands raised and held his hips still,
keeping him close as he sucked harder to milk Forte of every drop as he cried out in pleasure.

With a deep groan and a shuddering breath, Forte let go of Blues' head and leaned back against the wall,
staring down with pleasure-misted eyes as Blues slowly drew back, swallowing before licking his lips, tilting
his head back as if staring up at him. Forte allowed himself a sated, twisted grin before finally closing his
armor.

"Didn't know you were that much of a whore, Proto."

Blues gave him a crooked grin back, wiping his mouth with the back of a hand before standing again. Forte's
eyes looked down at the obvious tent in Blues' jumpsuit, and he snorted in amusement -- even Blues' dick looked
ridiculously small.

"Believe it or not, haven't done that before."

"...Sure didn't look like it."

"I guess I'm a natural, hm?"

He leaned in close again, stretching up on his tiptoes to reach Forte's earpiece, voice low as he murmured.

"After we defeat Wily, there's going to be a party... Meet me on top of this fortress if you want a little
party of your own."

Blues drew back quickly, and then walked out of the side passage, whistling his trademark tune and leaving
Forte with the slow stirring of his renewed... interest.