Velvet Rain
Chapter Three: Love Beyond Programming
By: Bibly

That damn failure. He had gone into battle and never returned. Not that it actually mattered, anyway. Wily was beginning to sicken from Bass' constant yapping and refusing to follow his direct orders. The fact that he was gone was more pleasant than anything. As he sat on a hard stool before a pile of paperwork, he rubbed his hands against his face. Now how was he supposed to destroy that annoying Mega Man? Although Bass was a failure, he had been the only one to withstand against the Blue Bomber for so long and return with a far amount of damage, but not enough to actually kill him, like many of the others had. …The others! Grabbing a nearby intercom, he pressed in a random code for one of the Robot Masters and shouted, "This is your creator! Report!"

"Yes sir, Dr. Wily. Tenguman here," came the reply.

Wily scowled. Why had he given Tenguman and Bass such similar sounding voices? He shook the thought away. "Come to the lab on the double! I had a mission for you!"

"Right! I'm on my way! Over and out!"

Silence followed. Wily placed the intercom back on the table before him and grinned. He would kill him, no matter what sort of sacrifice had to be made.

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"There is so much a man could tell you, so much he could say. You remain, my power, my pleasure, my pain – baby…," Bass sung softly, his cheek pressed against Rock's black hair. He smiled when he felt Rock snuggle cup closer to him. My little Blueberry…

"You've got a really nice voice, Bass," Rock complimented, looking up at him.

Bass peered back. He kissed him on the forehead lightly. "Thanks, babe." Rolling over onto his back, Bass watched as the stars above them sparkled brightly in the now dark sky. Rock placed a hand on his chest and closed his eyes, resting peacefully within his warmth. Bass sighed. How could he have ever wanted to kill such a sweet, innocent creature? He was so small, so soft, so warm, and yet, so powerful… Why did he have to care that Rock was better then him? Why did it matter?

You want to prove to Wily that you are his greatest creation.

Bass cringed. There he was, lying next to the bioroid he loved with everything he had when his stupid programming had to chime in. After glancing down at Rock and realizing that he had fallen asleep, he slipped away slowly and knelt by his side. He watched as the Blue Bomber wiggled slightly before falling still once again. I love you, Rock. I always will.

You don't love him.

Fuck you. I love him.

You're lying to yourself. The only thing you'd ever love is watching him die.

I would NEVER love that! Bass walked away from his love a bit, rubbing his mouth with his hand.

You love it already. You're salivating.

I am not! Listen, there is no way in hell I would kill him!

There is, and you will.

"No, I won't!" Bass muttered aloud, clenching his fists.

You're already longing for his death. I can tell. I am your programming; no matter how hard you try, no matter how long you're able to hold out on your longing for that puny, meaningless bastard's death, I will always come back stronger and more vicious than before. There is nothing you can do to stop me.

"Oh, there is a way to stop it, all right!" Bass shouted, glaring at the ground hatefully. "There is!" A deafening silence suddenly fell into the night as Bass stood glaring. A pair of arms soon wrapped around him. He turned around and spotted Rock staring at him dreamily. "Rock…Rock, let's go back home. I need to ask Dr. Light a favor." He glanced to the side. "Something I should have asked him when I first came here." Rock placed a finger on his lips lightly. Bass raised an eyebrow. "Rock, wha –"

Rock's lips pressed against his own in a tender kiss. Bass' thoughts suddenly disappeared as he wrapped his arms around him, pressing his lips against Rock's. Rock soon broke away to nuzzle him. "Not yet, Bass. It's a beautiful night. I don't want to go back yet."

"Whatever you say…" Bass brushed away a lock of Rock's hair before kissing him again, laying him on the soft grass. "We'll go back when we're done…" He smirked when Rock began to blush.