Disclaimer: I own no characters. These characters (and personality) have been created by capcom.

With that out of the way, warnings come. This story contains: Violence, mild bondage (just chains…I think) , drugging and a hint of lemonyness. Maybe lime. I dunno. So, read on… if you want. Not a descriptive lemon.

Also, Zero's control chip was removed prior to the story. That makes him do really bad things, like kill children and blow up cows.

He kills squirrels, too, but since squirrels are already evil it doesn't count.

And with that, I'd like to insert that this is a pretty dark story, I don't usually write this angstyness. Ok, I think I'm done.

Really.

I swear.

Okay, maybe not. I might make another chapter… I dunno.

Now I'm done.

Really.

…………….

The door opened, letting a small beam of light filter in through the darkness. Two green eyes looked up to match a silent figure's own. The two eyes in the darkness darted around soundlessly, looking for an escape.

The figure turned around and locked the dead bolt on the door, ignoring the green eyes that sank away from him. The figure took off his helmet and upper torso garments as well as his boots, throwing them into a pile with blue garments that were somewhat similar but without a blue spandex base.

Chains rattled as the figure passed the bedroom, the room with the frightened green eyes. He grinned to himself as he moved for the bathroom, both to use it and to clean it from last night's blood.

The toilet flushed after an eternity and the figure entered the dark room in silence. The green eyes back away, chains clinking. The figure sat down next them, pulling out a long knife. The green eyes shook violently, trying to escape, but the figure pointed the knife at him and uttered a single command.

"Be still."

The green eyes stopped moving, slowly breathing as the knife danced above him. In horror, they reflected previous nights where the sheets he was on were soaked in Reploid blood. Pain and screams danced through the head of the green eyes, and the memory of a dark silhouette licking up the dark substance.

"Where should I cut you? Where should I cut you?" the figure sang, using his free hand to tighten the chains of the green eyes. Too much freedom and the pain wouldn't have the shocking, horrifying effect that the figure loved to instill in his green eyes.

"Why?" the voice asked in the darkness.

The figure looked up at these words, heartily surprised. Laughing, he returned to singing the song.

The green eyes were not finished. "Why, Zero?"

At his name, Zero winced. "Don't say my name, X," he hissed. "I'm not the soft-hearted fool you know." The knife landed between the eyes, threatening X, but not scratching him. "With my control chip gone, I'm a Maverick. You're lucky I haven't killed you."

X gave out a small whimper as Zero climbed on top of him, placing the knife on X's uncovered chest. He had never mentioned to X the fact he wasn't planning on killing him, either. Maybe it was in favor for the friendship, the trust, the idiocy and naivety. And maybe X was just too much fun alive like this, shivering, whimpering.

X let out a scream as the knife plunged into him. Zero watched hungrily, twisting it, removing it and letting his mouth play in the wound. X was far too weak to object loudly, otherwise, by all means, he would have been out of there. So pitiful screams and shivers were all Zero received for his trouble. He sighed. X had been so much fun days before…

But then, suddenly, Zero was done. He got up and walked across the narrow hallway into the kitchen, leaving a crying and yet surprised X. X strained to hear a faucet being turned on and off. Then, footsteps echoed and lead into the room.

Zero stood with a glass of water, which he lifted to X's lips. X refused to drink. A quick press on the new wound and X's mouth opened, water rushing in. X finally gulped some down and his upwardly curious eyes grew slack and alarmed.

Zero had drugged him.

Again.

X mentally yelled at himself, but it did very little good now. He blindly felt himself finishing the glass, and listened as the chains were off.

The only time the chains were off. Zero didn't underestimate him, that's for sure. X mentally counted all the times he had been drugged and how.

"You're too beautiful to kill," Zero whispered to himself. X was too weak to even hear him. Zero set the finished glass on a dresser next to the bed. Slowly, he helped a drugged X to his feet and walked him to the bathroom. Then he shut the door. X winced as he recognized the stains from last night; he still hurt all over.

Zero had moved back to the kitchen and was licking the knife, then washing it, and then licking it again. When X emerged, Zero quickly stopped and watched as X managed to flip over the sofa. Zero gave a grin. This was going to be much too easy…

X groggily tried to sit up, but fell over again. Zero quickly walked over to the sofa and laughed at X, the physco laugh that scares little children beyond all reason. He stopped, though, seeing X's tears. For some reason, it struck a niceness chord at the bottom of his heart.

"Stop that. There are worse things I could do to you, you know." He sat on the opposite sofa, and turned on the TV.

X was too busy trying to fight off the drug to notice what was on. Startled, he realized he had some resistance to it now- perhaps the water had diluted the drug's effect. X waited patiently for the drug to wear off as he thought of how to escape to the door. The dead bolt would take a few precious seconds off; if only Zero hadn't disabled his buster…

The TV gave a sudden moan that took X off guard. His eyes darted to the TV, then away again. X cursed his curiosity for ruining his virgin eyes. Zero was watching some violent… thing… He shuddered.

Zero noticed. "This could be you," he said. "You're lucky I don't do this to you." Then he stood over X, whose eyes watched him with the same roundness as hello kitty.

"Stop that." Zero whacked X across the head.

X reached up, grabbing the attacking limb and flung Zero into the back wall. The strain was terrible; however, getting out was an instinct. Instincts don't care what pain you're in. Getting up, X dashed across to the door, and turned the lock and

Found Zero pulling his still weak body away. The blonde was both taller and stronger than him at this point, and threw him into the bedroom. Quickly, X got up and dashed again for the door, but Zero had it locked and entered the bedroom. The two collided, Zero pushing X to fall. X landed on the floor, and Zero shut and locked the door.

"Stay away from me!" X yelled, struggling to get up.

"Don't kid yourself. You're weak from last night and the stabbing you received earlier. Get back in the bed. I don't want to risk hurting you further. It's fun to hurt you when you're strong." Zero angrily picked X up. X kicked him and was promptly dropped.

"You can't go through with this, X!" Zero yelled and then pinned X back into the bed.

"Watch me!" X cried out, thrashing about like a fish out of water. Zero did not yield, though, and watched him. X eventually tired out, sobbing uncontrollably as Zero calmly redid the chains. "Damn it…"

Zero was reminded of the time when X was just as weak, and for all his pacifism, X hated to be weak. Zero gave a small smile.

"Be a good boy, X, and next time I won't hurt you." Zero finished up and walked out of the room, turning off the lights.

Nonononono…

It's not fair…

He had only wanted to help…

And now he was trapped, alone in this horrible mindset of Zero's.