Again nothing is mine.
would you belive that this fic was suposed to be a stand alone oneshot?
and I'm sorry but the ASCII refuses to work. something about ffn makes everythign smooch together.
Chapter Two: Infractus Pectus
(one week later)
Zero bit down on his bottom lip hard as he examined himself in the mirror. Stinging bruises covered his body. They throbbed horribly. He winced. He didn't bruise easily, even for a reploid. The sheer force required to do this to him…
X's "aggressiveness" had been getting out of control over the last couple nights. He was heartbroken. "He's hurting me…" Zero whispered closing his eyes. "But why?" He pressed his lips together. "Bruises… If he really wanted to hurt me he could have… What if it was just an accident?" It was true; this wasn't the first time that they had left bruises on each other, even before X's change, but never this many or for so many nights in a row.
He fingered a bruise right under his ribs. He had tried to push X away and X had punched him. Then, while he was doubled over, he had shoved him onto his desk and twisted his arms back so his wrists were between his shoulder blades. Then while pulling back on his hair he had used him.
Zero remembered what his face had been pressed to. A few papers that needed to be filed had been within his gaze. They were commendations on bravery and honor for X and himself. And under his cheek there was a post-it note. When they had first fell in love with each other they had passed each other notes. Poetry and love letters had been passed with the mere shaking of hands.
But this was the one that he had near him always, no matter what.
_____________________________
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| Dear Zero, |
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| I Love You. |
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| -X |
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|____________________________|
You couldn't make out the letters anymore because the ink had blurred from his tears.
X had never hurt him like this before. Not this far, not to the extent that he actually started to take his days off to sleep. Not to the point where he had arranged for X to have outer patrol duty in one of the moderately dangerous sectors so he'd be exhausted and wouldn't come for him tonight.
If X got hurt because of it he'd kill himself.
In old human religions three was a magic number, a binding one. Zero supposed it was true. When he first met X he swore to protect him, to protect that innocence he saw in his eyes, that kindness, that raw determination. X was someone to look up to, if he hadn't had that determination reploids would probably be treated like slaves, but X had made it clear that they were just as 'human' as humans, he had won them the rights they had. Indeed, when X had the time he still fought in political circles and would most likely continue to fight until reploids were treated as equals to humanity. For the hope that X embodied, not just for all reploids, but for everyone, he had given his life to save him. He swore again to protect him when he woke up, alive, and found out what X did to bring him back. And he swore a third time when he admitted to himself that he loved him. It was only cemented further when X said that he loved him as well. He was bound, his oath was a part of his code, was a part of him. And he had never once broken his bound promise.
Zero desperately wanted, needed, X to stop, to have him go back to being his friend that calmed him, that let him stop being the 'Crimson Hunter' and just be himself. But if he didn't know better, it was almost as if X wanted to rape him.
Zero stood still, frozen in time.
Admit it! You know the truth! Admit it!
Zero shuddered. X was raping him. "How can I stop him though…?" Tears came to his eyes and he sank down on the bed. He'd never felt so helpless and weak in his life, he couldn't contemplate hurting X in any way consciously, he just couldn't.
Besides, I deserved it. He had just been aggressive, then I had to go and… He rubbed his right arm where he was still burned from forcing X's buster on-and pointing it at him.
He woken from a nightmare, featuring X, and half asleep had kicked and trashed and turned X's own arm cannon on him.
X had punished him in every way he knew how to.
And he had deserved it, he hadn't broken his promise-but he almost had, and he deserved everything he got.
He sat down and hugged his knees to his chest. Get a hold of yourself! It isn't right! He shouldn't be hurting you! He shouldn't be raping you! It's wrong! X would never do that to you!
But it still felt like he deserved it.
Because I do.
…But that doesn't mean that it's right.
"I just wish… things would go back to the way they used to be…"
His mind drifted back to just the other night. X had gone to extreme measures by tying his wrists and ankles together and then to the top of the headboard with titanium cord and violating him while looking in his eyes and grinning. The pain had been excruciating. Zero probably would have screamed the whole time if X hadn't taped his mouth shut. He found himself trembling. I'm afraid…
Zero's body ached from the cruelty it had taken, but it was nothing compared to the hurt in his heart. Once he had thought X cared about him… now he wasn't too sure.
He shivered and snuggled up under the covers, hoping that a good rest might make him better. Tears fell into the pillow as he softly cried himself to sleep, praying that X wouldn't come for him tonight.
* * * *
Once again X had him in a corner, nude and helpless; cowering before his best friend. X's was smile akin to that of a shark's, the twinkle in the darkness of his eyes matching his armor's shine, cold and heartless. He seemed to enjoy hunting Zero down, like a panther stalking his prey. "Zero… my pretty Zero…" X whispered lewdly as he played with Zero's hair.
Zero tried to back away from him, but he had nowhere to go. "X… please… Just stop…"
X narrowed his eyes and pulled him close by his hair while his other hand squeezed his upper arm. "'Stop'? What the hell do you mean? I've given you EVERYTHING…I gave you your life, I've given you your rights, you belong to me." The grip tightened and the metal endoskeleton groaned in a complaint to match that of it's owners.
Zero felt tears fill his eyes. "X, you're hurting me! You're scaring me… Why are you doing this to me?"
X didn't look pleased. "So… after everything I've done for you you're telling me this?" The grip on his arm increased. "I give you your life back, my undying love, and a place in my bed and THIS is how you repay me?!" X was thunderous by the end of his speech and Zero could hear the sounds of the metal and circuitry that were his muscles and skeleton creek ominously before bending and crushing under the pressure.
"I… I'm sorry…"
With a fast, solid movement, X punched Zero hard in the face. "You selfish little bitch."
Zero reeled back, eyes full of betrayal and a hand to his cheek, which now was sporting a decent dent. "X…"
"How dare you?!" X smirked evilly and hit him again, this time with the side of his plasma cannon instead of a fist. He charged it up and put it to Zero's head, smiling. Zero could fight back, he COULD. He was just as deadly without his armor and Beam Sabre as he was without it, but he just wouldn't raise a hand to X. "I'm going to kill you and rape your cold, dead body."
His eyes filled with horror as he backed away; he wouldn't fight, but he could run.
X sneered, "Weakling!"
Zero took off running in fear of his life. He could hardly believe what was happening. The one person he ever truly loved and trusted, and thought loved and trusted him back, wanted to murder him.
"You can't escape," X said smugly. "I'll find you wherever you go."
Zero ran and ran and ran until a low-grade plasma bolt from X caught him in the back.
"So… there you are." X grinned, suddenly standing in front of him.
Zero's head snapped up. "X…" he choked out.
"Goodnight sweetheart," X crooned, giving the last words a gut wrenching wind. A twisted grin appeared on his face. "I'll enjoy giving it to you one last time. And you'll enjoy taking it, won't you?"
Zero's eyes widened.
X fired.
* * * *
"NOOOO!" Zero screamed bolting upright. He panted heavily and looked around. He was in his room. "Only a dream…" he whispered in relief. He shut his eyes tightly. "My God… what's going to happen to me?"
Zero breathed in deeply. "This has to stop… I have to do something…" He moaned as the pain from his battered body rushed forward again. "And I have to do it soon…"
would you belive that this fic was suposed to be a stand alone oneshot?
and I'm sorry but the ASCII refuses to work. something about ffn makes everythign smooch together.
Chapter Two: Infractus Pectus
(one week later)
Zero bit down on his bottom lip hard as he examined himself in the mirror. Stinging bruises covered his body. They throbbed horribly. He winced. He didn't bruise easily, even for a reploid. The sheer force required to do this to him…
X's "aggressiveness" had been getting out of control over the last couple nights. He was heartbroken. "He's hurting me…" Zero whispered closing his eyes. "But why?" He pressed his lips together. "Bruises… If he really wanted to hurt me he could have… What if it was just an accident?" It was true; this wasn't the first time that they had left bruises on each other, even before X's change, but never this many or for so many nights in a row.
He fingered a bruise right under his ribs. He had tried to push X away and X had punched him. Then, while he was doubled over, he had shoved him onto his desk and twisted his arms back so his wrists were between his shoulder blades. Then while pulling back on his hair he had used him.
Zero remembered what his face had been pressed to. A few papers that needed to be filed had been within his gaze. They were commendations on bravery and honor for X and himself. And under his cheek there was a post-it note. When they had first fell in love with each other they had passed each other notes. Poetry and love letters had been passed with the mere shaking of hands.
But this was the one that he had near him always, no matter what.
_____________________________
| |
| |
| |
| Dear Zero, |
| |
| I Love You. |
| |
| -X |
| |
| |
|____________________________|
You couldn't make out the letters anymore because the ink had blurred from his tears.
X had never hurt him like this before. Not this far, not to the extent that he actually started to take his days off to sleep. Not to the point where he had arranged for X to have outer patrol duty in one of the moderately dangerous sectors so he'd be exhausted and wouldn't come for him tonight.
If X got hurt because of it he'd kill himself.
In old human religions three was a magic number, a binding one. Zero supposed it was true. When he first met X he swore to protect him, to protect that innocence he saw in his eyes, that kindness, that raw determination. X was someone to look up to, if he hadn't had that determination reploids would probably be treated like slaves, but X had made it clear that they were just as 'human' as humans, he had won them the rights they had. Indeed, when X had the time he still fought in political circles and would most likely continue to fight until reploids were treated as equals to humanity. For the hope that X embodied, not just for all reploids, but for everyone, he had given his life to save him. He swore again to protect him when he woke up, alive, and found out what X did to bring him back. And he swore a third time when he admitted to himself that he loved him. It was only cemented further when X said that he loved him as well. He was bound, his oath was a part of his code, was a part of him. And he had never once broken his bound promise.
Zero desperately wanted, needed, X to stop, to have him go back to being his friend that calmed him, that let him stop being the 'Crimson Hunter' and just be himself. But if he didn't know better, it was almost as if X wanted to rape him.
Zero stood still, frozen in time.
Admit it! You know the truth! Admit it!
Zero shuddered. X was raping him. "How can I stop him though…?" Tears came to his eyes and he sank down on the bed. He'd never felt so helpless and weak in his life, he couldn't contemplate hurting X in any way consciously, he just couldn't.
Besides, I deserved it. He had just been aggressive, then I had to go and… He rubbed his right arm where he was still burned from forcing X's buster on-and pointing it at him.
He woken from a nightmare, featuring X, and half asleep had kicked and trashed and turned X's own arm cannon on him.
X had punished him in every way he knew how to.
And he had deserved it, he hadn't broken his promise-but he almost had, and he deserved everything he got.
He sat down and hugged his knees to his chest. Get a hold of yourself! It isn't right! He shouldn't be hurting you! He shouldn't be raping you! It's wrong! X would never do that to you!
But it still felt like he deserved it.
Because I do.
…But that doesn't mean that it's right.
"I just wish… things would go back to the way they used to be…"
His mind drifted back to just the other night. X had gone to extreme measures by tying his wrists and ankles together and then to the top of the headboard with titanium cord and violating him while looking in his eyes and grinning. The pain had been excruciating. Zero probably would have screamed the whole time if X hadn't taped his mouth shut. He found himself trembling. I'm afraid…
Zero's body ached from the cruelty it had taken, but it was nothing compared to the hurt in his heart. Once he had thought X cared about him… now he wasn't too sure.
He shivered and snuggled up under the covers, hoping that a good rest might make him better. Tears fell into the pillow as he softly cried himself to sleep, praying that X wouldn't come for him tonight.
* * * *
Once again X had him in a corner, nude and helpless; cowering before his best friend. X's was smile akin to that of a shark's, the twinkle in the darkness of his eyes matching his armor's shine, cold and heartless. He seemed to enjoy hunting Zero down, like a panther stalking his prey. "Zero… my pretty Zero…" X whispered lewdly as he played with Zero's hair.
Zero tried to back away from him, but he had nowhere to go. "X… please… Just stop…"
X narrowed his eyes and pulled him close by his hair while his other hand squeezed his upper arm. "'Stop'? What the hell do you mean? I've given you EVERYTHING…I gave you your life, I've given you your rights, you belong to me." The grip tightened and the metal endoskeleton groaned in a complaint to match that of it's owners.
Zero felt tears fill his eyes. "X, you're hurting me! You're scaring me… Why are you doing this to me?"
X didn't look pleased. "So… after everything I've done for you you're telling me this?" The grip on his arm increased. "I give you your life back, my undying love, and a place in my bed and THIS is how you repay me?!" X was thunderous by the end of his speech and Zero could hear the sounds of the metal and circuitry that were his muscles and skeleton creek ominously before bending and crushing under the pressure.
"I… I'm sorry…"
With a fast, solid movement, X punched Zero hard in the face. "You selfish little bitch."
Zero reeled back, eyes full of betrayal and a hand to his cheek, which now was sporting a decent dent. "X…"
"How dare you?!" X smirked evilly and hit him again, this time with the side of his plasma cannon instead of a fist. He charged it up and put it to Zero's head, smiling. Zero could fight back, he COULD. He was just as deadly without his armor and Beam Sabre as he was without it, but he just wouldn't raise a hand to X. "I'm going to kill you and rape your cold, dead body."
His eyes filled with horror as he backed away; he wouldn't fight, but he could run.
X sneered, "Weakling!"
Zero took off running in fear of his life. He could hardly believe what was happening. The one person he ever truly loved and trusted, and thought loved and trusted him back, wanted to murder him.
"You can't escape," X said smugly. "I'll find you wherever you go."
Zero ran and ran and ran until a low-grade plasma bolt from X caught him in the back.
"So… there you are." X grinned, suddenly standing in front of him.
Zero's head snapped up. "X…" he choked out.
"Goodnight sweetheart," X crooned, giving the last words a gut wrenching wind. A twisted grin appeared on his face. "I'll enjoy giving it to you one last time. And you'll enjoy taking it, won't you?"
Zero's eyes widened.
X fired.
* * * *
"NOOOO!" Zero screamed bolting upright. He panted heavily and looked around. He was in his room. "Only a dream…" he whispered in relief. He shut his eyes tightly. "My God… what's going to happen to me?"
Zero breathed in deeply. "This has to stop… I have to do something…" He moaned as the pain from his battered body rushed forward again. "And I have to do it soon…"