Nuts and Bolts
Chapter Three
Author's Notes: And in this chapter, we start getting into the actual plot. Yay. We know the chapters are long, but it's a long story. It is what happens when you get two people working on a story.
Whee, more yaoi here! Behold the mild fluff and savor it whilst it lasts. 3
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Rock ran as fast as his legs could carry him toward the place he'd promised to meet Forte. Blues had forbidden Rock from ever hanging around with Forte again, and had seemed suspicious that Forte had done something horrible to Rock, though what, he didn't say. He kept looking him over for bruises in the strangest spots. Finally, after four checks, Rock was allowed to put his clothing back on - Blues had made him strip to his boxers - and Blues let him be. He had been beginning to worry Blues would never leave for his other job, and now he was late, terribly late. Three hours, to be exact.
Turning a sharp corner, he shot straight pass the junky in the alleyway, not bothering to address him this time. Finally he was on the street, and stared down it to see..... Nothing. No one was on the street at all, and he knew Forte couldn't go back to that place they'd been thrown out of. Slowing down, he walked to the corner and looked around slowly. Poor Forte... He probably got angry and left hours ago. Now he'd never want to talk to him again, and-
"Just so you know, I wasn't waiting for you." Forte growled from the shadows of the doorway he was resting against. He got his feet slowly, then strolled over to Rock calmly. "I happen to find that spot rather comfort-!!" He grunted loudly as Rock hugged him tightly, making full body contact, and struggled to break free of his grip. "Hey! Save it for your fuck-buddy! Christ, you're going to break my back!"
Rock looked up at him, wide eyed, tears in his eyes. "Forte... You waited for me...... You really waited...all this time." He finally released his death grip on Forte and wiped his eyes with the backs of his hands, smiling happily. Forte opened his mouth to protest the fact that he'd willingly spent three hours waiting for Rock to grace him with his presence but was cut off as the boy continued to gush. "I was worried you'd left! I'm sorry you had to wait so long! Blues didn't want me to go near you though."
Rock wound his arms around Forte's waist again, and the taller boy found himself resisting less. Listening to the kid wail was a small price to pay for finally having someone to listen to him-really listen. "Let's go somewhere warm." he muttered, brushing himself off as though Rock were a particle of dust.
Rock followed Forte happily along the dark and disgusting streets like a puppy, chirping happily about his day with Blues to Forte, keeping up a constant stream of talk and relishing the way Forte nodded and occasionally answered. He wasn't getting pushed away, he was actually talking with Forte, and maybe they wouldn't have to fight each other again... maybe that was too hopeful. Blues still didn't like Forte, after all, though Rock was going to make an effort to change his brother's opinion of his newfound friend. He continued talking. "...and then Blues got kinda suspicious about something. He said you might have done something bad to me but he wasn't telling me what. He said that you were a horrible defiling pervert."
Forte snorted in laughter. Oh, come on. He was a pervert, sure, and horribly evil, but it wasn't like he'd fuck Rock. Well. Not unless he was desperate, anyway. Or maybe if he was bored. Or maybe... never mind, that was a bad train of thought. "Really. Seems like you need to tell your brother it takes one to know one." Christ, ogling his own brother. How low had Blues sunk?
Rock blinked. Obviously he was missing out on something, but it didn't really bother him. "Say, Forte, did you get a look at the, uh...stuff I lent you?"
Crap. "Uh, well...." Forte searched for a decent lie to feed Rock as the smaller boy clung to his arm. "We, uh, haven't gotten a chance to look through it yet...we have to make sure Wily doesn't find out anything, of course, and you know how horrible it would be if Wily found out what was on those things, right?" Rock's eyes widened incredibly, and he nodded vigorously. For an instant, he wondered what the kid had put on those damn things. Whatever. There was a bar up ahead, one he was well acquainted with and where they didn't ask your age even if you were a toddler. "Come on, Rock. Have you ever been drunk?"
"...Drunk?" Rock shook his head slowly, the word sounding foreign on his tongue. "Why? Wha-" He was broken off as Forte grabbed his hand and dragged him into the bar. The first thing Rock noticed was smoke- Lots of it. It seemed that everyone was smoking in there, even the people in the pictures. He coughed softly, hand over his mouth politely, then looked up at Forte, smiling weakly. "I think my air filtration unit's gonna need repla~aaaaie!!" He squealed as Forte grabbed him around the waist and lifted him up onto a bar stool, hopping on one next to him, and within seconds a strange, brown bottled drink sat before him.
"Well, bottoms up." Forte grinned, grabbing his beer. He downed it within seconds, then looked over at Rock and smirked, not wanting to miss Rock's first drink. Rock hadn't budged an inch, and was staring at the bottle with mild curiosity. "Rock, what're you doing? Drink it before it gets warm!" He grabbed Rock's hand, face reddening slightly as Rock tried to hold it, and set it down on the neck of the bottle. "Come on, what are you, scared?"
Rock stiffened at this, gripping the bottle tightly, and tipped it back, getting a full four chugs in before spitting what was left in his mouth all over Forte. "Eww!!!! Forte, that's so gross!!" He whined, pushing the bottle away. "I don't want that, you can have it!" He smiled sweetly at Forte, either unaware of the alcohol soaking the bioroid. Or blatantly ignoring it.
Reaching over for a napkin, Forte began to wipe the beer off his face and neck, trying hard to keep his temper in check. He didn't want to strangle the one person who still listened to him, but did Rock really need to do that? He threw the napkins down on the bar, took a deep, long breath, then gave a very forced smile, frighteningly close to a snarl. "O.....Kay...... Let's get you.... Something else.." He seethed, then snapped at the bartender, getting himself another beer and a sweet sugary wine cooler for Rock. There. There was no way he could possibly complain about that, right? It was sweet and sugary; there was no way Rock could find it tasteless and bitter... WOMEN drank the shit.
Rock took the wine cooler as it was handed to him, smiling up at Forte. "I don't know how to thank you for everything, Forte... Really..." He smiled up at Forte admiringly, and downed half the bottle.
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"Shit, shit, shit!!! Watch out for my shoes! Rock, my-" Forte shouted at Rock as he walked with him, supporting the boy as he vomited anywhere and everywhere he could. "............ never mind." He continued to drag the heaving boy down the road, arm around his waist tightly as Rock's small hand clung to his shirt collar. He heard a small whimpered apology, and sighed. Fuck, Rock sure couldn't hold his liquor. "Where do you live again?" He grumbled, kicking his ass mentally for ever having such a stupid idea.
Rock murmured something quietly, and Forte strained to hear it, barely catching the directions Rock gave. Shit, that was Blues' place; it was nowhere near where Light's lab was. He'd get killed if he went there. But Rock wouldn't go back to Dr. Light's, not when he was so lonely there, even if he was stinking drunk right then. And arguing with a drunken Rock did not bode well in any way he could possibly imagine. Blues' it was. He sighed heavily, dragging the inebriated boy along with him. He was never doing this again. Rock was too much of a hassle.
And really heavy too, he thought, as he carried a now-unconscious Rock up the stairs to the apartment. He growled quietly to himself how much he hated the kid, struggling to reach the door, then struggling again to unlock and open it, hoping desperately that Blues wasn't home. And with a sigh of pure relief, he walked into the empty apartment. Nobody. One small mercy. He pulled Rock into what he hoped was the guest bedroom - putting Rock to bed in his brother's room would be a bad thing - and shoved him unceremoniously under the sheets. "There. See if I ever hang out with you again, you stinking pansy." He muttered, patting Rock on the head and noting how those small hands reached for him as Rock slept.
Somewhere in the apartment, a door opened, and Forte froze. Shit. This was just his luck. He dove under the bed just as the door opened again and Blues walked in. "Ah, you're asleep." Blues muttered, treading softly over to his brother. Poor kid. He was so damn lonely he was hanging around with bad people. Dr. Light needed some sense shaken into him, but the man wasn't listening to Blues either and there were programming restrictions on harming humans. He ran a hand through Rock's hair gently, sitting next to him on the bed. "I really should have come and helped you out earlier...." He trailed off. Something smelled of....alcohol? Was that alcohol on Rock's breath?
Rock mumbled something softly, shifting closer, and his eyes cracked open a little. "Un..... Forte?" He whimpered softly, afraid. He wasn't being held anymore, he was somewhere cool and soft, a hand brushing his hair back. He didn't know where he was, and he could only guess as to who that hand belonged to.
Blues narrowed his eyes, catching exactly who Rock had been talking about though the slurring. That son of a bitch. He looked around quickly for the culprit, eyes scanning every corner of the room. Slowly his eyes drifted down, toward the floor, and he began to stand, intent on checking under the bed when Rock rolled over suddenly and began vomiting again. With a small gasp, he pulled the boy off the bed and carried him out of the room quickly, toward the washroom. "It's okay," He soothed the crying Rock. "You're going to be fine, it's just me."
Forte stared at Blues' retreating feet and let out a deep, long sigh of relief. Thank god- He hadn't been caught. He slid himself out from under the bed, pausing as he heard Rock give a rather loud heave. Christ, what a light weight! Getting up slowly, he made his way to the door, knowing Blues was likely to be busy for awhile. He was halfway out the door when he was grabbed roughly and jerked back into the Blues' apartment bodily. "Oh shit!!" He managed before Blues' fist found its way into his gut, giving him a good beating.
Blues snarled, hands wrapping themselves around Forte's throat tightly, and he shoved him back onto the couch, pinning him there. "Got you, you little punk!" Releasing Forte's throat, he grabbed onto the collar of his shirt, jerking him forward, and held his fist back threateningly. "Listen up, asshole! For some god awful reason, Rock's chosen to share his company with you. If you ever bring him home like this again, or do ANYTHING to harm him, I'll rip your balls off and beat you to death with them!!"
Forte stared up at him, feeling very much like a trapped animal. He nodded slowly, eyes wide, and he felt Blues' weight ease off him a little. Fuck, he'd forgotten how fiercely overprotective the normally quiet Light bot could be. "R-right." He mumbled, happy to still be in one piece. Best to agree with him for now.
"Good." Blues growled, then gave him a shove forward. "Now get in there and help me clean him up!"
Forte groaned, but he knew that if he wanted to survive for another few minutes at the least, he'd help with cleaning up Rock's little mess. It had been his fault in the first place, he guessed, but it still sucked to have to suffer like this. Bastard, he thought, looking over his shoulder at Blues as they headed into the bathroom to assist the still-vomiting Rock.
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Rock curled up against the warm body next to him, burying his face in the soft shirt. He felt a lot better now than he had last night, though it really had been nice of Forte to buy him those drinks and it was a shame that they made him so sick. He snuggled up to the person in bed with him, content in knowing someone was paying attention to him. They grunted, giving him a shove, and he clung even tighter. It was obviously Forte; Blues wouldn't have done that, so Rock smiled slightly. Forte was staying with him. It was so nice; he could hardly believe it was the same Forte that he'd had to fight time and time again.
"Leggo of me." Forte mumbled, hoping like hell that one of the robot masters hadn't decided to try to get sex from him again. But the softness of the bed belied that...he wasn't at Wily's. What the fuck? He blinked his eyes open, took one look around, and glanced down at Rock. Well, fuck.
Rock stared back up at him, smiling softly, and gave him another small nuzzle. Shit! He'd slept with Rock? He began to sit up when he realized they were both clothed, and the events of the prior night came to his mind. "You're hot." He complained, trying unsuccessfully to detach the warm little body from him. "Get off." Damn, he hated this! This strange bed, the strange heat Rock was giving off, all of it. He wanted his own hard little mattress, in his cold room, with Gospel to keep his feet warm. This was all so foreign to him, and he didn't like it one bit.
Rock eased off a little, sensing Forte's discomfort, and settled for laying next to him, staring up at him admiringly. "Forte... I'm so glad you stayed!" He bubbled, happy enough to cry. "Does this mean Blues is going to let me hang around with you?" He asked hopefully, sitting up and scanning the room for his brother. "Blues?"
"Gone to work." Forte muttered miserably. He'd been ordered by Blues not to leave Rock's side until he came home, to see to it that the boy got the attention he'd been severely lacking. He saw Rock's face fall as the boy sank back slowly into the mattress again, and wrapped an arm around him quickly before the brat burst into tears again. "He'll be back soon, he said." Forte lied.
Blues hadn't said a thing about his time of return, other than something along the lines of 'You'd better watch your back, Forte. I could be gone an hour, I might be gone a week. I wouldn't try anything if I were you.'
Rock found himself comforted by this, leaned into him more, pressing his warm body against Forte's again. " 'm hungry." He sighed, tugging at the sleeve of Forte's shirt lightly. "Is there anything to eat?" He gave Forte a sweet smile, and Forte bit his lip, pissed. What was he, a fucking babysitter? Blues hadn't mentioned this at all to him Why couldn't Rock feed himself? He found himself unable to escape those wide, searching eyes, however, and within minutes he was in the kitchen, Rock perched up on his back as he rummaged for something edible in Blues' fridge.
Forte sighed, wanting nothing more than to go back to Wily's place, if only for its familiarity. Rock's constant cheer was really wearing on him, and as much as he hated to admit to any sort of sensitive emotion, he missed Gospel. He only hoped the dog would find his way to the apartment somehow, and bring some sort of comfortable scenery to the place. He couldn't leave. Blues was a constant threat, and Rock would utterly insist on coming along. He was so utterly screwed it wasn't funny. So Forte let Rock babble at him, let him eat like a pig if he wanted to, and let the boy cling to him like a limpet until he could barely breathe. At least Rock wasn't molesting him, and certainly didn't have any ulterior motives to hanging off him all the time. He was just too innocent for that.
All too soon, the day was over, and Forte was growing too familiar with the apartment and with Rock for his comfort. He couldn't allow it to grow on him lest he forget how he had to kill Rock. It was so much easier and slowly becoming more tempting to just let Rock do whatever he told the kid to. He had to admit that was a perk. If he asked for food, Rock would bring it to him - if he got some assistance, of course - if he wanted to do something, anything, Rock would bend over backwards if he thought it would keep Forte there. It was a perverse temptation to molest Rock, if only to piss off Blues.
"Fooorrrteee!" Crap, he was whining again. What was it now? "I'm bored." Rock whimpered, sitting on the floor next to his 'friend' like a puppy.
Forte sighed and rolled his eyes. How could the boy be bored already?? He'd only sat down a total of what, 35 seconds? "What am I supposed to do about that?" He growled, agitated by Rock's hyperactive nature. The boy stared back up at him with pleading eyes, and he realized he had no choice but to entertain him. "Alright, alright." He thought quickly of something-anything for them to do. And grinned. "Rock...." He purred seductively, "Come sit here in front of me." He assisted the willing Rock to a seated position facing him. "Want to play a little game?"
Rock's smile widened and he nodded quickly. Wow! Not only was Forte staying with him, he wanted to play a game now too! "Well... Okay..." He stated as casually as he could- which was not casual at all- and allowed Forte to reach out and rest his hands on his shoulders. "How do you play?" He asked, confused by the faint blush beginning to form on Forte's cheeks.
"It's really easy." He mumbled, leaning forward. "Think of it as follow the leader, just do what I do." His lips found their way to Rock's tender neck, and he heard a soft sigh from Rock as Forte's tongue teased and trailed down it slowly.
Rock found this to be a strange game, but if it was what Forte wanted to play, it was fine by him. He shivered softly and let out a small whimper, blushing at the strange noises escaping him. He didn't know what was happening, but it sure felt good. Reaching back quickly, he found a place to balance his weight, in case the game ran on late.
Forte let out a soft noise as he felt Rock do the same, and opened his mouth more before beginning to suck at that soft white neck slowly, moaning at Rock's attempted mimics. His hand was on Rock's ass within seconds, and he gave it slow, deep squeezes before shifting to the boy's hip, gripping it tightly. With a small moan, he tumbled the boy back, falling onto him, and began to kiss him rather hotly.
Rock decided that he really, really liked this game. He moaned involuntarily, wrapping one arm behind Forte's head and the other around his waist. He didn't know what the point was, or why Forte had suggested it, but did it matter when it was, well, this fun? His face felt like it was burning, and he was terribly nervous for some reason....he bucked up against Forte, thinking vaguely that there was probably more to this game that he didn't know about and he rather wanted to explore...
Forte was having a good time like Rock, and sadly did not notice it when the door opened. "...." There was silence for an instant in the doorway, then the door slammed shut, finally attracting Forte's attention as he pulled quickly away from the kiss. "...What the FUCK do you think you're DOING, you....you...." Blues clenched his fists, trembling slightly with rage at the sight. Forte had pinned Rock down and had forced him into a kiss...good god, what if he hadn't come back today, just in case? Rock could have been.... He twitched. "Rock....I don't suppose you could get out from under Forte and let me 'talk' to him for a while, would you?"
Rock squirmed out from under Forte, pouting slightly at the 'game' being interrupted. "Alright, alright." He sighed, wondering what the big deal was. He walked over to Blues and gave him a welcoming hug. "I'm glad you're back!" Forte remained frozen where he lay, staring up at the two of them. Crap.
Blues hugged Rock back tightly, clutching him close possessively, and frowned. The boy reeked of Forte's scent. He was saturated in it, as though Forte had been all over him the entire day. Considering what he'd seen on the floor, he wouldn't be surprised if he had. He felt himself begin to worry that perhaps he didn't come home fast enough after all. He began to straighten Rock's clothes out, and smooth his hair down, between nasty glares aimed at Forte.
That bastard! How could he even think about laying a hand on Rock that way? He was so sweet, and innocent.... He continued to rub his back soothingly, and looked his exposed neck over quickly, displeased to discover red marks all over his milky neck and shoulders. The son of a bitch had bitten his brother, in several spots. He hoped for Forte's sake that they hadn't hurt.
Slowly, he began to lift Rock's shirt, eyes still focused on Forte, then stopped, deciding on a more thorough inspection afterward, when it was just Rock and himself, to save embarrassment. "Rock, your favourite show's on." Rock perked up at this and smiled, looking toward the television excitedly. He urged Rock forward, knowing that whatever show Rock had on tended to be his favourite show of the moment.
Forte listened to the sound of Rock's retreating footsteps, and then suddenly they were alone. He stood up slowly, already knowing how this was going to end. "C'mon, Blues!" Forte defended himself with quickly as Blues carefully unbuttoned his work shirt, pulling it off slowly and draping it over the couch. "I didn't mean anything by it! It was just a joke to see how riled I could get you after work!" He held his hands up defensively as he was backed slowly into the corner. "It's not like I did any harm!!" He defended himself with one last time, before Blues leaned in and...
....stopped, abruptly, as Rock poked his head back into the room. "....Uh, Blues?" His brother backed away from Forte as if nothing had happened. Rock stared for a minute. "...Oh. For a second there I thought you were going to punch Forte or something..." He trailed off, frowning. "You weren't going to do that, were you?"
"Of course not!" Blues said smoothly, Forte glaring death at him from the corner. "What did you want, Rock?"
Nothing." Rock said flippantly. He really hoped Blues wasn't getting violent again. He might break some furniture. "I'll just...go back in here."
As Rock ducked back into his room, Forte grinned. "Oh, so I get in trouble for something fairly innocent, but you're his brother and you can molest him aaalll you want when you two are alone....heh." Blues twitched as Forte reveled in his newfound, temporary protection from a beating. "Come on, you know you want him. You're just jealous that I'm getting to him first." That wasn't true. Forte had little interest in sex with Rock, though the kissing had been fun. But Blues turned red and spluttered indignantly, and Forte knew he had something there.
"I'm going to kill you and throw your body out the window the instant I get you alone, and I'll tell Rock you ran off to Wily again." Blues growled. "....but for the moment, I suppose I have to let you live." He grabbed his shirt off the couch, storming into the room with Rock. Forte slumped down on the floor. All he'd really done was put off the pain.
Slowly, Forte stood up, and stared out the window quietly. He was still stuck here, so where the hell was Gospel? The lack of good company was starting to eat away at him, and he really wanted to get as far from Blues' apartment as possible. It was like being locked up in a prison cell. "... Come on, boy.." He muttered, then turned and stormed off to Rock's room, slamming the door shut behind himself.
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Rock stared up at Blues occasionally, when the light from the television screen illuminated him enough. Blues was still wearing his shades, and he couldn't tell where he was looking, which for some reason made him leery today. His brother's arms were wrapped around him gently, and he was holding him close, so Rock's head rested against Blues' chest heavily. By now, he was sure that he'd stopped Blues and Forte from getting into another one of their fist-fights, something he hated. He couldn't stand the fact that the two of them couldn't get along, and it hurt his feelings.
"Rock, did you call dad like I asked you to this morning?" Blues asked lowly, running his fingers through Rock's hair. Silence. "Rock, you've got to let him know where you've been, you've been missing for almost two days." More silence. Blues sighed softly, knowing better than to push Rock toward making the call. "Just.... Try to call tomorrow, okay?" Complete silence. Damn, Rock sure wasn't making this easy. Dr. Light's negligent attitude toward Rock was really bothering him. Blues felt for him, he'd been through the same thing a long time ago, that much he was sure of. "Rock... Is Dr. Light building another robot?" He asked calmly, fingers ever running themselves through Rock's locks.
At first Rock was silent, and Blues began to wonder if Rock was actually asleep when he heard a faint whisper. "Yes." Rock's face burrowed deeper into his chest, and he kept his eyes focused on the television, refusing to glance up at Blues. "Why?"
Oh boy. Blues sighed.
"Well...I know of one time he got like this before." Rock looked at his brother with surprise and hope. "No, no...don't be like that. It isn't good, Rock." Crap, how was he supposed to say this? He sighed heavily. "...Dad gets like this when...he's building a new robot...and I know this because he was like this a lot when he was working on you."
Rock's silence turned from anticipatory to horrified in a second. He had....oh, no. If Dr. Light had neglected Blues the way that Rock had been neglected... no wonder he wandered all over the place and didn't like staying at home! It was all Rock's fault! He felt miserably guilty for making Blues sad. He didn't want anyone to go through what he was going through, but because of him... He clung to Blues tightly. "Why don't you hate me?" He whispered, hoping Blues wouldn't suddenly push him away. "I...I made Dr. Light...and this is so horrible, and...I think I hate that stupid robot he's building, then!" Rock blurted, barely knowing what he was saying. "Why doesn't he care anymore?"
Blues shushed Rock, patting him gently. "I thought I'd hate you too...but I don't, Rock." The boy looked up at him, eyes watery. "Don't go saying that because I know it's not your fault Dr. Light gets so...damn involved in his work, and it's certainly not the new robot's fault. He or she...didn't choose to be made. Dr. Light still cares about you, he's just...." Blues couldn't think of what to say. God, the Doctor was a bastard sometimes. At least he'd been programmed a lot less emotionally than Rock...the poor kid was a thousand times more vulnerable to neglect than he was
"Hn. Relax, kid. I'm sure once the robot's built, Dr. Light'll go back to the way he usually is." Forte stood in the doorway wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, carton of Blues' milk in hand. Rock turned his head to look at his friend, and Blues rolled his eyes in exasperation. Christ, he'd just spent all that time calming Rock down, and now Forte was going to get him riled up again for fun. What an asshole.
Forte ambled over to the couch, yawning sleepily, and grabbed the remote from Rock, changing the channel. "Trust me, Wily always gets freakish when he's building a new robot. Then he finishes them and he goes back to his usual self. Not that that's really a good thing." It was much easier to get away with things when dealing with a distracted Wily.
Rock rubbed his tear filled eyes, and sniffled softly. "R-really..?" He looked between the two looking like a wreck. He let Blues' hand guide his head back against his chest and continue to stroke him soothingly.
Both Blues and Forte nodded. "Yeah, your brother's right. It's not your fault. Dr. Light's a scientist. They're all like that." Forte shrugged, inviting himself to a bag of chips on Blues' table. He looked over, expecting to see a displeased look on Blues' face over Forte's thievery, but was surprised to see something else there instead. Forte felt himself relax slightly, not so worried anymore about Blues kicking the shit out of him for the moment, and simply enjoy the moment. There was something that felt especially good to him at this moment. He almost felt as though he was missing something until now.
Blues looked at Forte. Hmm. Maybe the pervert could live for a little while longer...he'd helped calm Rock down, and that counted for a lot in Blues' book. The boy was curled up against his chest much more peacefully now, the tension mostly faded from his small form. In fact...he poked Rock gently. He was out like a light. Good. He didn't think he could deal with any more crying....for an instant he was tempted to hurt Forte anyway, but the noise would wake Rock up and he'd have to calm him down again, something he didn't want to have to deal with. He loved Rock, but really, sometimes he was a hell of an emotional burden.
Forte stretched and yawned himself, glancing back at Blues. "Gonna kill me anytime soon?" He taunted. Blues twitched. Forte grinned, but decided for once that he wasn't going to push it.
"Right... Well, night." Forte muttered. He got up slowly, reaching out to take Rock from Blues, then paused. They looked so peaceful together like that, that he just couldn't separate them. "See ya." He slinked off to his room slowly, that momentary feeling- what was that feeling?- gone, and made his way into the bedroom.
With a small sigh, Blues leaned back, covering Rock, and stared in the direction Forte had left for several hours, before finally succumbing to sleep himself.
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End Chapter Three.
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Chapter Three
Author's Notes: And in this chapter, we start getting into the actual plot. Yay. We know the chapters are long, but it's a long story. It is what happens when you get two people working on a story.
Whee, more yaoi here! Behold the mild fluff and savor it whilst it lasts. 3
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Rock ran as fast as his legs could carry him toward the place he'd promised to meet Forte. Blues had forbidden Rock from ever hanging around with Forte again, and had seemed suspicious that Forte had done something horrible to Rock, though what, he didn't say. He kept looking him over for bruises in the strangest spots. Finally, after four checks, Rock was allowed to put his clothing back on - Blues had made him strip to his boxers - and Blues let him be. He had been beginning to worry Blues would never leave for his other job, and now he was late, terribly late. Three hours, to be exact.
Turning a sharp corner, he shot straight pass the junky in the alleyway, not bothering to address him this time. Finally he was on the street, and stared down it to see..... Nothing. No one was on the street at all, and he knew Forte couldn't go back to that place they'd been thrown out of. Slowing down, he walked to the corner and looked around slowly. Poor Forte... He probably got angry and left hours ago. Now he'd never want to talk to him again, and-
"Just so you know, I wasn't waiting for you." Forte growled from the shadows of the doorway he was resting against. He got his feet slowly, then strolled over to Rock calmly. "I happen to find that spot rather comfort-!!" He grunted loudly as Rock hugged him tightly, making full body contact, and struggled to break free of his grip. "Hey! Save it for your fuck-buddy! Christ, you're going to break my back!"
Rock looked up at him, wide eyed, tears in his eyes. "Forte... You waited for me...... You really waited...all this time." He finally released his death grip on Forte and wiped his eyes with the backs of his hands, smiling happily. Forte opened his mouth to protest the fact that he'd willingly spent three hours waiting for Rock to grace him with his presence but was cut off as the boy continued to gush. "I was worried you'd left! I'm sorry you had to wait so long! Blues didn't want me to go near you though."
Rock wound his arms around Forte's waist again, and the taller boy found himself resisting less. Listening to the kid wail was a small price to pay for finally having someone to listen to him-really listen. "Let's go somewhere warm." he muttered, brushing himself off as though Rock were a particle of dust.
Rock followed Forte happily along the dark and disgusting streets like a puppy, chirping happily about his day with Blues to Forte, keeping up a constant stream of talk and relishing the way Forte nodded and occasionally answered. He wasn't getting pushed away, he was actually talking with Forte, and maybe they wouldn't have to fight each other again... maybe that was too hopeful. Blues still didn't like Forte, after all, though Rock was going to make an effort to change his brother's opinion of his newfound friend. He continued talking. "...and then Blues got kinda suspicious about something. He said you might have done something bad to me but he wasn't telling me what. He said that you were a horrible defiling pervert."
Forte snorted in laughter. Oh, come on. He was a pervert, sure, and horribly evil, but it wasn't like he'd fuck Rock. Well. Not unless he was desperate, anyway. Or maybe if he was bored. Or maybe... never mind, that was a bad train of thought. "Really. Seems like you need to tell your brother it takes one to know one." Christ, ogling his own brother. How low had Blues sunk?
Rock blinked. Obviously he was missing out on something, but it didn't really bother him. "Say, Forte, did you get a look at the, uh...stuff I lent you?"
Crap. "Uh, well...." Forte searched for a decent lie to feed Rock as the smaller boy clung to his arm. "We, uh, haven't gotten a chance to look through it yet...we have to make sure Wily doesn't find out anything, of course, and you know how horrible it would be if Wily found out what was on those things, right?" Rock's eyes widened incredibly, and he nodded vigorously. For an instant, he wondered what the kid had put on those damn things. Whatever. There was a bar up ahead, one he was well acquainted with and where they didn't ask your age even if you were a toddler. "Come on, Rock. Have you ever been drunk?"
"...Drunk?" Rock shook his head slowly, the word sounding foreign on his tongue. "Why? Wha-" He was broken off as Forte grabbed his hand and dragged him into the bar. The first thing Rock noticed was smoke- Lots of it. It seemed that everyone was smoking in there, even the people in the pictures. He coughed softly, hand over his mouth politely, then looked up at Forte, smiling weakly. "I think my air filtration unit's gonna need repla~aaaaie!!" He squealed as Forte grabbed him around the waist and lifted him up onto a bar stool, hopping on one next to him, and within seconds a strange, brown bottled drink sat before him.
"Well, bottoms up." Forte grinned, grabbing his beer. He downed it within seconds, then looked over at Rock and smirked, not wanting to miss Rock's first drink. Rock hadn't budged an inch, and was staring at the bottle with mild curiosity. "Rock, what're you doing? Drink it before it gets warm!" He grabbed Rock's hand, face reddening slightly as Rock tried to hold it, and set it down on the neck of the bottle. "Come on, what are you, scared?"
Rock stiffened at this, gripping the bottle tightly, and tipped it back, getting a full four chugs in before spitting what was left in his mouth all over Forte. "Eww!!!! Forte, that's so gross!!" He whined, pushing the bottle away. "I don't want that, you can have it!" He smiled sweetly at Forte, either unaware of the alcohol soaking the bioroid. Or blatantly ignoring it.
Reaching over for a napkin, Forte began to wipe the beer off his face and neck, trying hard to keep his temper in check. He didn't want to strangle the one person who still listened to him, but did Rock really need to do that? He threw the napkins down on the bar, took a deep, long breath, then gave a very forced smile, frighteningly close to a snarl. "O.....Kay...... Let's get you.... Something else.." He seethed, then snapped at the bartender, getting himself another beer and a sweet sugary wine cooler for Rock. There. There was no way he could possibly complain about that, right? It was sweet and sugary; there was no way Rock could find it tasteless and bitter... WOMEN drank the shit.
Rock took the wine cooler as it was handed to him, smiling up at Forte. "I don't know how to thank you for everything, Forte... Really..." He smiled up at Forte admiringly, and downed half the bottle.
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"Shit, shit, shit!!! Watch out for my shoes! Rock, my-" Forte shouted at Rock as he walked with him, supporting the boy as he vomited anywhere and everywhere he could. "............ never mind." He continued to drag the heaving boy down the road, arm around his waist tightly as Rock's small hand clung to his shirt collar. He heard a small whimpered apology, and sighed. Fuck, Rock sure couldn't hold his liquor. "Where do you live again?" He grumbled, kicking his ass mentally for ever having such a stupid idea.
Rock murmured something quietly, and Forte strained to hear it, barely catching the directions Rock gave. Shit, that was Blues' place; it was nowhere near where Light's lab was. He'd get killed if he went there. But Rock wouldn't go back to Dr. Light's, not when he was so lonely there, even if he was stinking drunk right then. And arguing with a drunken Rock did not bode well in any way he could possibly imagine. Blues' it was. He sighed heavily, dragging the inebriated boy along with him. He was never doing this again. Rock was too much of a hassle.
And really heavy too, he thought, as he carried a now-unconscious Rock up the stairs to the apartment. He growled quietly to himself how much he hated the kid, struggling to reach the door, then struggling again to unlock and open it, hoping desperately that Blues wasn't home. And with a sigh of pure relief, he walked into the empty apartment. Nobody. One small mercy. He pulled Rock into what he hoped was the guest bedroom - putting Rock to bed in his brother's room would be a bad thing - and shoved him unceremoniously under the sheets. "There. See if I ever hang out with you again, you stinking pansy." He muttered, patting Rock on the head and noting how those small hands reached for him as Rock slept.
Somewhere in the apartment, a door opened, and Forte froze. Shit. This was just his luck. He dove under the bed just as the door opened again and Blues walked in. "Ah, you're asleep." Blues muttered, treading softly over to his brother. Poor kid. He was so damn lonely he was hanging around with bad people. Dr. Light needed some sense shaken into him, but the man wasn't listening to Blues either and there were programming restrictions on harming humans. He ran a hand through Rock's hair gently, sitting next to him on the bed. "I really should have come and helped you out earlier...." He trailed off. Something smelled of....alcohol? Was that alcohol on Rock's breath?
Rock mumbled something softly, shifting closer, and his eyes cracked open a little. "Un..... Forte?" He whimpered softly, afraid. He wasn't being held anymore, he was somewhere cool and soft, a hand brushing his hair back. He didn't know where he was, and he could only guess as to who that hand belonged to.
Blues narrowed his eyes, catching exactly who Rock had been talking about though the slurring. That son of a bitch. He looked around quickly for the culprit, eyes scanning every corner of the room. Slowly his eyes drifted down, toward the floor, and he began to stand, intent on checking under the bed when Rock rolled over suddenly and began vomiting again. With a small gasp, he pulled the boy off the bed and carried him out of the room quickly, toward the washroom. "It's okay," He soothed the crying Rock. "You're going to be fine, it's just me."
Forte stared at Blues' retreating feet and let out a deep, long sigh of relief. Thank god- He hadn't been caught. He slid himself out from under the bed, pausing as he heard Rock give a rather loud heave. Christ, what a light weight! Getting up slowly, he made his way to the door, knowing Blues was likely to be busy for awhile. He was halfway out the door when he was grabbed roughly and jerked back into the Blues' apartment bodily. "Oh shit!!" He managed before Blues' fist found its way into his gut, giving him a good beating.
Blues snarled, hands wrapping themselves around Forte's throat tightly, and he shoved him back onto the couch, pinning him there. "Got you, you little punk!" Releasing Forte's throat, he grabbed onto the collar of his shirt, jerking him forward, and held his fist back threateningly. "Listen up, asshole! For some god awful reason, Rock's chosen to share his company with you. If you ever bring him home like this again, or do ANYTHING to harm him, I'll rip your balls off and beat you to death with them!!"
Forte stared up at him, feeling very much like a trapped animal. He nodded slowly, eyes wide, and he felt Blues' weight ease off him a little. Fuck, he'd forgotten how fiercely overprotective the normally quiet Light bot could be. "R-right." He mumbled, happy to still be in one piece. Best to agree with him for now.
"Good." Blues growled, then gave him a shove forward. "Now get in there and help me clean him up!"
Forte groaned, but he knew that if he wanted to survive for another few minutes at the least, he'd help with cleaning up Rock's little mess. It had been his fault in the first place, he guessed, but it still sucked to have to suffer like this. Bastard, he thought, looking over his shoulder at Blues as they headed into the bathroom to assist the still-vomiting Rock.
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Rock curled up against the warm body next to him, burying his face in the soft shirt. He felt a lot better now than he had last night, though it really had been nice of Forte to buy him those drinks and it was a shame that they made him so sick. He snuggled up to the person in bed with him, content in knowing someone was paying attention to him. They grunted, giving him a shove, and he clung even tighter. It was obviously Forte; Blues wouldn't have done that, so Rock smiled slightly. Forte was staying with him. It was so nice; he could hardly believe it was the same Forte that he'd had to fight time and time again.
"Leggo of me." Forte mumbled, hoping like hell that one of the robot masters hadn't decided to try to get sex from him again. But the softness of the bed belied that...he wasn't at Wily's. What the fuck? He blinked his eyes open, took one look around, and glanced down at Rock. Well, fuck.
Rock stared back up at him, smiling softly, and gave him another small nuzzle. Shit! He'd slept with Rock? He began to sit up when he realized they were both clothed, and the events of the prior night came to his mind. "You're hot." He complained, trying unsuccessfully to detach the warm little body from him. "Get off." Damn, he hated this! This strange bed, the strange heat Rock was giving off, all of it. He wanted his own hard little mattress, in his cold room, with Gospel to keep his feet warm. This was all so foreign to him, and he didn't like it one bit.
Rock eased off a little, sensing Forte's discomfort, and settled for laying next to him, staring up at him admiringly. "Forte... I'm so glad you stayed!" He bubbled, happy enough to cry. "Does this mean Blues is going to let me hang around with you?" He asked hopefully, sitting up and scanning the room for his brother. "Blues?"
"Gone to work." Forte muttered miserably. He'd been ordered by Blues not to leave Rock's side until he came home, to see to it that the boy got the attention he'd been severely lacking. He saw Rock's face fall as the boy sank back slowly into the mattress again, and wrapped an arm around him quickly before the brat burst into tears again. "He'll be back soon, he said." Forte lied.
Blues hadn't said a thing about his time of return, other than something along the lines of 'You'd better watch your back, Forte. I could be gone an hour, I might be gone a week. I wouldn't try anything if I were you.'
Rock found himself comforted by this, leaned into him more, pressing his warm body against Forte's again. " 'm hungry." He sighed, tugging at the sleeve of Forte's shirt lightly. "Is there anything to eat?" He gave Forte a sweet smile, and Forte bit his lip, pissed. What was he, a fucking babysitter? Blues hadn't mentioned this at all to him Why couldn't Rock feed himself? He found himself unable to escape those wide, searching eyes, however, and within minutes he was in the kitchen, Rock perched up on his back as he rummaged for something edible in Blues' fridge.
Forte sighed, wanting nothing more than to go back to Wily's place, if only for its familiarity. Rock's constant cheer was really wearing on him, and as much as he hated to admit to any sort of sensitive emotion, he missed Gospel. He only hoped the dog would find his way to the apartment somehow, and bring some sort of comfortable scenery to the place. He couldn't leave. Blues was a constant threat, and Rock would utterly insist on coming along. He was so utterly screwed it wasn't funny. So Forte let Rock babble at him, let him eat like a pig if he wanted to, and let the boy cling to him like a limpet until he could barely breathe. At least Rock wasn't molesting him, and certainly didn't have any ulterior motives to hanging off him all the time. He was just too innocent for that.
All too soon, the day was over, and Forte was growing too familiar with the apartment and with Rock for his comfort. He couldn't allow it to grow on him lest he forget how he had to kill Rock. It was so much easier and slowly becoming more tempting to just let Rock do whatever he told the kid to. He had to admit that was a perk. If he asked for food, Rock would bring it to him - if he got some assistance, of course - if he wanted to do something, anything, Rock would bend over backwards if he thought it would keep Forte there. It was a perverse temptation to molest Rock, if only to piss off Blues.
"Fooorrrteee!" Crap, he was whining again. What was it now? "I'm bored." Rock whimpered, sitting on the floor next to his 'friend' like a puppy.
Forte sighed and rolled his eyes. How could the boy be bored already?? He'd only sat down a total of what, 35 seconds? "What am I supposed to do about that?" He growled, agitated by Rock's hyperactive nature. The boy stared back up at him with pleading eyes, and he realized he had no choice but to entertain him. "Alright, alright." He thought quickly of something-anything for them to do. And grinned. "Rock...." He purred seductively, "Come sit here in front of me." He assisted the willing Rock to a seated position facing him. "Want to play a little game?"
Rock's smile widened and he nodded quickly. Wow! Not only was Forte staying with him, he wanted to play a game now too! "Well... Okay..." He stated as casually as he could- which was not casual at all- and allowed Forte to reach out and rest his hands on his shoulders. "How do you play?" He asked, confused by the faint blush beginning to form on Forte's cheeks.
"It's really easy." He mumbled, leaning forward. "Think of it as follow the leader, just do what I do." His lips found their way to Rock's tender neck, and he heard a soft sigh from Rock as Forte's tongue teased and trailed down it slowly.
Rock found this to be a strange game, but if it was what Forte wanted to play, it was fine by him. He shivered softly and let out a small whimper, blushing at the strange noises escaping him. He didn't know what was happening, but it sure felt good. Reaching back quickly, he found a place to balance his weight, in case the game ran on late.
Forte let out a soft noise as he felt Rock do the same, and opened his mouth more before beginning to suck at that soft white neck slowly, moaning at Rock's attempted mimics. His hand was on Rock's ass within seconds, and he gave it slow, deep squeezes before shifting to the boy's hip, gripping it tightly. With a small moan, he tumbled the boy back, falling onto him, and began to kiss him rather hotly.
Rock decided that he really, really liked this game. He moaned involuntarily, wrapping one arm behind Forte's head and the other around his waist. He didn't know what the point was, or why Forte had suggested it, but did it matter when it was, well, this fun? His face felt like it was burning, and he was terribly nervous for some reason....he bucked up against Forte, thinking vaguely that there was probably more to this game that he didn't know about and he rather wanted to explore...
Forte was having a good time like Rock, and sadly did not notice it when the door opened. "...." There was silence for an instant in the doorway, then the door slammed shut, finally attracting Forte's attention as he pulled quickly away from the kiss. "...What the FUCK do you think you're DOING, you....you...." Blues clenched his fists, trembling slightly with rage at the sight. Forte had pinned Rock down and had forced him into a kiss...good god, what if he hadn't come back today, just in case? Rock could have been.... He twitched. "Rock....I don't suppose you could get out from under Forte and let me 'talk' to him for a while, would you?"
Rock squirmed out from under Forte, pouting slightly at the 'game' being interrupted. "Alright, alright." He sighed, wondering what the big deal was. He walked over to Blues and gave him a welcoming hug. "I'm glad you're back!" Forte remained frozen where he lay, staring up at the two of them. Crap.
Blues hugged Rock back tightly, clutching him close possessively, and frowned. The boy reeked of Forte's scent. He was saturated in it, as though Forte had been all over him the entire day. Considering what he'd seen on the floor, he wouldn't be surprised if he had. He felt himself begin to worry that perhaps he didn't come home fast enough after all. He began to straighten Rock's clothes out, and smooth his hair down, between nasty glares aimed at Forte.
That bastard! How could he even think about laying a hand on Rock that way? He was so sweet, and innocent.... He continued to rub his back soothingly, and looked his exposed neck over quickly, displeased to discover red marks all over his milky neck and shoulders. The son of a bitch had bitten his brother, in several spots. He hoped for Forte's sake that they hadn't hurt.
Slowly, he began to lift Rock's shirt, eyes still focused on Forte, then stopped, deciding on a more thorough inspection afterward, when it was just Rock and himself, to save embarrassment. "Rock, your favourite show's on." Rock perked up at this and smiled, looking toward the television excitedly. He urged Rock forward, knowing that whatever show Rock had on tended to be his favourite show of the moment.
Forte listened to the sound of Rock's retreating footsteps, and then suddenly they were alone. He stood up slowly, already knowing how this was going to end. "C'mon, Blues!" Forte defended himself with quickly as Blues carefully unbuttoned his work shirt, pulling it off slowly and draping it over the couch. "I didn't mean anything by it! It was just a joke to see how riled I could get you after work!" He held his hands up defensively as he was backed slowly into the corner. "It's not like I did any harm!!" He defended himself with one last time, before Blues leaned in and...
....stopped, abruptly, as Rock poked his head back into the room. "....Uh, Blues?" His brother backed away from Forte as if nothing had happened. Rock stared for a minute. "...Oh. For a second there I thought you were going to punch Forte or something..." He trailed off, frowning. "You weren't going to do that, were you?"
"Of course not!" Blues said smoothly, Forte glaring death at him from the corner. "What did you want, Rock?"
Nothing." Rock said flippantly. He really hoped Blues wasn't getting violent again. He might break some furniture. "I'll just...go back in here."
As Rock ducked back into his room, Forte grinned. "Oh, so I get in trouble for something fairly innocent, but you're his brother and you can molest him aaalll you want when you two are alone....heh." Blues twitched as Forte reveled in his newfound, temporary protection from a beating. "Come on, you know you want him. You're just jealous that I'm getting to him first." That wasn't true. Forte had little interest in sex with Rock, though the kissing had been fun. But Blues turned red and spluttered indignantly, and Forte knew he had something there.
"I'm going to kill you and throw your body out the window the instant I get you alone, and I'll tell Rock you ran off to Wily again." Blues growled. "....but for the moment, I suppose I have to let you live." He grabbed his shirt off the couch, storming into the room with Rock. Forte slumped down on the floor. All he'd really done was put off the pain.
Slowly, Forte stood up, and stared out the window quietly. He was still stuck here, so where the hell was Gospel? The lack of good company was starting to eat away at him, and he really wanted to get as far from Blues' apartment as possible. It was like being locked up in a prison cell. "... Come on, boy.." He muttered, then turned and stormed off to Rock's room, slamming the door shut behind himself.
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Rock stared up at Blues occasionally, when the light from the television screen illuminated him enough. Blues was still wearing his shades, and he couldn't tell where he was looking, which for some reason made him leery today. His brother's arms were wrapped around him gently, and he was holding him close, so Rock's head rested against Blues' chest heavily. By now, he was sure that he'd stopped Blues and Forte from getting into another one of their fist-fights, something he hated. He couldn't stand the fact that the two of them couldn't get along, and it hurt his feelings.
"Rock, did you call dad like I asked you to this morning?" Blues asked lowly, running his fingers through Rock's hair. Silence. "Rock, you've got to let him know where you've been, you've been missing for almost two days." More silence. Blues sighed softly, knowing better than to push Rock toward making the call. "Just.... Try to call tomorrow, okay?" Complete silence. Damn, Rock sure wasn't making this easy. Dr. Light's negligent attitude toward Rock was really bothering him. Blues felt for him, he'd been through the same thing a long time ago, that much he was sure of. "Rock... Is Dr. Light building another robot?" He asked calmly, fingers ever running themselves through Rock's locks.
At first Rock was silent, and Blues began to wonder if Rock was actually asleep when he heard a faint whisper. "Yes." Rock's face burrowed deeper into his chest, and he kept his eyes focused on the television, refusing to glance up at Blues. "Why?"
Oh boy. Blues sighed.
"Well...I know of one time he got like this before." Rock looked at his brother with surprise and hope. "No, no...don't be like that. It isn't good, Rock." Crap, how was he supposed to say this? He sighed heavily. "...Dad gets like this when...he's building a new robot...and I know this because he was like this a lot when he was working on you."
Rock's silence turned from anticipatory to horrified in a second. He had....oh, no. If Dr. Light had neglected Blues the way that Rock had been neglected... no wonder he wandered all over the place and didn't like staying at home! It was all Rock's fault! He felt miserably guilty for making Blues sad. He didn't want anyone to go through what he was going through, but because of him... He clung to Blues tightly. "Why don't you hate me?" He whispered, hoping Blues wouldn't suddenly push him away. "I...I made Dr. Light...and this is so horrible, and...I think I hate that stupid robot he's building, then!" Rock blurted, barely knowing what he was saying. "Why doesn't he care anymore?"
Blues shushed Rock, patting him gently. "I thought I'd hate you too...but I don't, Rock." The boy looked up at him, eyes watery. "Don't go saying that because I know it's not your fault Dr. Light gets so...damn involved in his work, and it's certainly not the new robot's fault. He or she...didn't choose to be made. Dr. Light still cares about you, he's just...." Blues couldn't think of what to say. God, the Doctor was a bastard sometimes. At least he'd been programmed a lot less emotionally than Rock...the poor kid was a thousand times more vulnerable to neglect than he was
"Hn. Relax, kid. I'm sure once the robot's built, Dr. Light'll go back to the way he usually is." Forte stood in the doorway wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, carton of Blues' milk in hand. Rock turned his head to look at his friend, and Blues rolled his eyes in exasperation. Christ, he'd just spent all that time calming Rock down, and now Forte was going to get him riled up again for fun. What an asshole.
Forte ambled over to the couch, yawning sleepily, and grabbed the remote from Rock, changing the channel. "Trust me, Wily always gets freakish when he's building a new robot. Then he finishes them and he goes back to his usual self. Not that that's really a good thing." It was much easier to get away with things when dealing with a distracted Wily.
Rock rubbed his tear filled eyes, and sniffled softly. "R-really..?" He looked between the two looking like a wreck. He let Blues' hand guide his head back against his chest and continue to stroke him soothingly.
Both Blues and Forte nodded. "Yeah, your brother's right. It's not your fault. Dr. Light's a scientist. They're all like that." Forte shrugged, inviting himself to a bag of chips on Blues' table. He looked over, expecting to see a displeased look on Blues' face over Forte's thievery, but was surprised to see something else there instead. Forte felt himself relax slightly, not so worried anymore about Blues kicking the shit out of him for the moment, and simply enjoy the moment. There was something that felt especially good to him at this moment. He almost felt as though he was missing something until now.
Blues looked at Forte. Hmm. Maybe the pervert could live for a little while longer...he'd helped calm Rock down, and that counted for a lot in Blues' book. The boy was curled up against his chest much more peacefully now, the tension mostly faded from his small form. In fact...he poked Rock gently. He was out like a light. Good. He didn't think he could deal with any more crying....for an instant he was tempted to hurt Forte anyway, but the noise would wake Rock up and he'd have to calm him down again, something he didn't want to have to deal with. He loved Rock, but really, sometimes he was a hell of an emotional burden.
Forte stretched and yawned himself, glancing back at Blues. "Gonna kill me anytime soon?" He taunted. Blues twitched. Forte grinned, but decided for once that he wasn't going to push it.
"Right... Well, night." Forte muttered. He got up slowly, reaching out to take Rock from Blues, then paused. They looked so peaceful together like that, that he just couldn't separate them. "See ya." He slinked off to his room slowly, that momentary feeling- what was that feeling?- gone, and made his way into the bedroom.
With a small sigh, Blues leaned back, covering Rock, and stared in the direction Forte had left for several hours, before finally succumbing to sleep himself.
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End Chapter Three.
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