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Rematch

'I don't think I can fight you again. I don't think I can stand it..'

Rock lay next to Forte quietly, staring at the bioroid's face as he slept silently. A stray strand of hair trailed lazily down his lax face, but Rock didn't dare move it, for fear of waking Forte, and unleashing his wrath prematurely. So instead, he simply stared, drinking in every detail of his foe's face. It was devoid of emotion now, but earlier... Earlier. He sighed slightly, thinking back. Those looks Forte had kept giving him. That shark-like grin.

"No, try it. Use it. Better make sure it works."

The way Forte leaned back and watched his every move, casually and thoroughly, not disturbed in the least over the fact he was completely naked. Now that he thought about it, Forte had been walking around, unclothed, since Rock had stripped him down. Wasn't he embarrassed?

"Light spent too much time drilling peace into you, and not enough time perfecting his weapon."

' Is that what you think of us? We're just weapons?' He thought, sitting up slightly. Poor Forte. Wily probably treated him like some kind of a weapon or toy. 'Don't you realize how alive you are?' His cheeks tinted pink, as he realized his gaze had wandered to Forte's body. No matter how hard he fought it, he was attracted to Forte. 'Why do we have to fight? I don't want to fight you... I-'

The slightest shuffle brought him back to full attention, and his head snapped up quickly. Forte stared back at him, expressionless. He lay still, silently. Rock felt his face flush. He'd been caught. Forte had caught him checking him out. He waited, unmoving as well, for hell to break loose. Several minutes passed, neither speaking nor moving. Finally, Forte broke the staring match, gazing into the fire and smirking slightly. His body language screamed "I've caught you." But instead of accusing Rock of some perversion, he whispered harshly.

"Study me all you'd like. You'll still lose. Come morning, Rock, you die." He closed his eyes, pretending to sleep. His cheeks had a slight colouring to them, however.

Rock shifted away quickly, and instead faced the fire. Forte had obviously known what he was doing. Yet he'd said nothing. 'I'm surprised he didn't tear me apart..' He sighed slightly. 'I think I might....' He blushed deeper at the thought, and put a hand on his blazing cheek.

A howl in the distance brought an almost haunting feeling to his thoughts. It didn't matter how he felt. There was no way they could ever work out, not in a million years. They were bitter enemies. Not to mention Forte had never shown even the slightest interest in him.

The wolf's howl drew in closer, interrupting his thoughts, and recognition struck him. He knew that howl. He had just enough time to recall his armor before he was struck full force by something strong, heavy, and lined with teeth.

The creature's strong teeth tore into the armor protecting his leg, but didn't break through completely. Instead, it created an almost unbreakable hold. The creature shook him violently about, then reared it's head, tossing Rock into the air like a rag doll.

Rock cried out the most intelligible thing he could, as he was thrown several feet. "Aaaaaarrrgh!!!"

"Gospel!!!!" He could hear Forte happily shout to the creature, below. Jumping up, he caught Rock before he hit the ground, then stood there, stroking Gospel lovingly with his free hand.

Gospel hopped to and fro, overjoyed, having finally found his master. He sniffed casually at Rock's slightly chewed armor, then growled throatedly.

Rock hung quietly in Forte's grip, staring down at the purple support unit. He rested his head against Forte's chest, fingers gripping Forte's shoulders tightly.

"You okay?"

"Yeah.."

"Good. Now let go." That said, Forte dropped him, then bent down to pet Gospel more thoroughly, murmuring to him affectionately. On his face was a genuine smile. Not that smug grin, not that deep frown, a smile.

'You really do smile!' He thought, watching them. After a moment, his own smile faded slightly, as a thought donned on him. With Gospel there, Rock didn't stand a chance. 'I'm as good as gone, come tomorrow.'

Forte leaned back, head resting on Gospel like a pillow, poking at the dwindling fire with a stick. "I'm sorry, boy. I didn't mean to run off on you for so long." he whispered, sitting up straight, so he could pet his sleeping pet more. His only friend.

How long had it been, since their fight? He wasn't sure. How much time had he spent unconscious? His thoughts wandered over to Rock. 'He could have killed me. He should have killed me. Why didn't he?'

He scowled darkly.' He just wanted to humiliate me. He wanted to make sure I knew he was superior. You're not superior, you little blue bastard. I'll prove it to you soon, in just a few short hours. I'll make you sorry you were ever-'

"Can't sleep either?" Rock was standing behind him. Forte ignored him, however, and continued to play with the fire. Rock obviously took his silence as an invitation to sit down, because he dropped to his knees behind him, watching him poke at the embers.

Nearly an hour passed that way. The fire slowly died out, Forte continuing to poke at the hot red coals, stick slowly burning away as he did so. Suddenly Rock seized him from behind, pressing his forehead between his shoulder blades gently. He made no move to attack, however, so Forte allowed him to stay that way.

"Don't make me destroy you, Forte..." He whispered softly.

Forte stiffened slightly at that. "Don't we sound confident..?" He muttered, turning his head slightly to glance at Rock. He was crying. Big surprise.

"I don't want to fight you..."

"You're weak, Rock." He growled, staring back into the fire, eyes blazing as wildly as the flames. "I'll fight you, and I'll win."

"I can't... I don't want to.. Forte, I.... I'm in-"

Before Rock got as much as one more word out toward his sentence, Forte had jumped up, turned, and lifted him up by his shirt collar. "Don't!!!" He shouted, eyes wild with rage. "Don't say it, Rock!!" He closed his eyes, regaining control over his madness temporarily, calming down, then continued. " I don't want to hear what you have to say. Get ready to fight."

He dropped him, then walked over to his discarded armor, staring harshly down at it. Silently, he slipped into his tight grey body suit. With a simple mental command, his armor appeared over it. "Let's go."

Rock stood, half crouching, awaiting Forte's first attack. Normally Forte would charge straight at him right away, lunging at him, eyes feral. This time was different, however. Forte simply stood there, staring at him, reading him, to see what he was going to do. This time he was using his head. This made him extremely nervous.

He still had a faint blush across his nose and cheeks. Forte's rejection still bore down heavily upon him. He hadn't expected him to react so badly. He hadn't even let him get the whole sentence out before he all but attacked him. And now they were probably going to kill each other.

'At least he left Gospel out of it.' He thought, as he let his gaze shift, for a fraction of a second to the wolf, who lay quietly under a shady bush, watching his master intently. He still remembered Forte's words.

'I won't use him in this fight, but if you defeat me, if you somehow manage to destroy me... Leave Gospel out of this. Don't you touch him.'

He sighed slightly. They couldn't just stand there the whole day. One of them would have to move. Slowly Rock began to charge his buster. Clenching his teeth, he took aim and fired at his head. There were no disarming shots this time, this was a fight to the death. As soon as he did so, Forte jumped smooth and gracefully over it, flipping and trying to kick Rock in the face as he landed.

Rock slid, narrowly avoiding it, then brought himself up to his feet and spun around on his heel, turning to face Forte. Stretching his arm back, he threw a hard punch at Forte's gut, which Forte caught easily in his hand.

Gripping Rock's hand tightly so he couldn't break free, Forte brought his knee up sharply to Rock's chest, forcing a pained cry from the smaller bioroid. He laughed madly, reveling in the pain he brought upon his rival.

Rock grabbed Forte's wrist which held his hand swiftly, and used his hold to toss Forte through the air, gripping his chest and panting softly. As quickly as he could manage, he charged his buster again, and fired at Forte while he was unprepared. It caught Forte's left shoulder guard, shattering it upon contact, leaving Forte undamaged, and fuming.

Glaring hatefully at Rock, he began to charge his own buster. With an unholy war cry, Forte charged head on at Rock, letting loose an array of shots.

Rock dodged as many as he could, a few hitting him in the stomach, chest, and legs, but none were powerful enough to do any real damage. That was when he realized his mistake. He had been so focused on dodging Forte's wild shots, that he hadn't been watching Forte himself closely enough. He had just enough time to cross his arms in front of his face before Forte hit him, with the force of a small explosion.

He was thrown back, Forte on top, tackling him, hands locked firmly around his throat. Rock gasped heavily for air, kicking and beating heavily on Forte's well armored chest, denting it in places, but doing little damage otherwise.

Forte held firm to his grip, however, and soon things began to get fuzzy.

'He's going to kill me... With his bare hands. After all these years of fighting, struggling to protect everyone.... This is how I'll die?' He frowned deeply. No. He wouldn't allow himself to die, not this way. There was still so much to do. He had friends and family to worry about. With an enraged scream, he threw Forte off him, lunging onto him, reversing their situation. He held the half mad Forte down, hands at his throat.

.............

Forte stared back up at him, fearlessly, but something was wrong. He wasn't fighting him.

'I want to save you... Why won't you let me?'

His hands never squeezed.

Slowly, they slid away from Forte's unprotected neck, coming to rest on his shoulders gently. Bending down slowly, Rock did something he had wanted to do for awhile.

He kissed him.

He kissed Forte.

It felt good.

Forte lay, sprawled on his back, a confused look on his face, and a warm set of lips over his. 'What's he doing?!!' One second, they had been fighting to the death, when suddenly.. He struggled, to break free from the soft welcoming kiss, despite Rock's hand's protests. Rock grabbed at his chest-plate pleadingly, begging for his lips to remain planted where they were, but Forte pulled away quickly, staring down at him, shocked.

Rock was staring back up at him, eyes heavy with emotion, and misted over with tears. "Why...?" He whispered softly, a few tears spilling down his cheeks.

Before logic or any other thought could touch Forte, he had grabbed Rock around the waist and jerked him down toward him, stroking his lip. Using little force, he pulled Rock's lower jaw down and filled the open mouth with his tongue, striking out against Rock's own tongue as his lips enveloped Rock's. 'Don't think..'

Now it was Rock's turn to be shocked, unsure of what Forte was up to. His tongue was in his mouth. It was an exciting feeling that sent shivers through Rock. Slowly, he began to follow in suit, sliding his tongue deep into Forte's own mouth, exploring it's interior slowly. It was an electric, exciting feeling.

Forte said nothing, recalling his armor, and stretching himself tight against the armored Rock, grinding heavily against him, forcing a weak moan out of him.

Rock gasped, calling in his own armor, and stared up at Forte, nude and mere inches from him. "F-Forte... I don't really..." Forte's lips captured Rock's again, before he could inform Forte he didn't know what to do. Rock closed his eyes, kissing him again, and allowed Forte to decide what to do, and how to do it.

Forte grinned slightly. Rock had decided to be submissive about the whole ordeal, and lay with his eyes closed, expecting more kisses. Simple kisses, heh. He had much more in plan for the smaller bioroid than that.

He pulled away from the kiss abruptly, and slowly began to trail his tongue across Rock's face. He paused at his ear, breathing gently as he stared down at Rock, who almost whimpered in anticipation, feeling Forte's sweet hot breath touching it. He ran his tongue gently down the edge of the lobe, receiving a small shudder from Rock. His lips pulled at the ear softly, and he nibbled it.

"... mmm..." Rock squirmed slightly, and Forte smirked slightly, feeling Rock begin to grow against his stomach. "W-wait! He exclaimed, trying to squirm free, his face bright with embarrassment.

Forte kept him pinned back, however, refusing to get off him. If he moved now, Rock would never let him have him. It was now or never. Rolling him over gently, he took him, trying his best not to hurt the smaller being, especially since it was obviously his first time, whispering comforting words into his ear softly as Rock wept silently.

"I know.. It won't hurt for long.." He soothed. Small gasps, some of pain, some in pleasure, were his response, Rock reaching over for one of Forte's hands, cautiously, hugging it close.

It wasn't long before he stiffened, moaning weakly, then collapsed over Rock, gently, spent. Rock, in the meantime, lay quietly on his stomach, cheeks flushed, every bit as spent as Forte.

Finally, Forte rolled off Rock, settling next to him gently and kissed him, leisurely and slowly, his passion run dry. He rested his chin on his forehead, staring on at Gospel, who lay stretched out by the fire, keeping guard. He sighed slightly. 'Gospel...' Closing his eyes, he shook his head slightly. No turning back now.

He started slightly, Rock's hands stroking his back soothingly. "... It's okay, Forte." He whispered softly, kissing his throat gently. "It'll be fine."

Forte stared on, rubbing Rock's back gently. 'It's not okay... Something... Something is wrong with me. I shouldn't have these feelings. They shouldn't be so strong. Something's wrong with that chip.'

He'd never realized just how little free will he'd truly had.

He spent the rest of the night that way, stroking Rock's back while he slept.

Next chapter: Fin.