Author's Note- Yeah, I'm lazy. Here is story I'm working on for Shibby for her graduation, which I was lucky enough to attend. This is just a typed out copy, though. The original is handwritten in a notebook. More to follow, R&R please. If you want the uncensored version of this please e-mail me or leave a review with your e-mail address and I will gladly send you the uncensored version. I don't actually have a title for this story, or titles for chapters, sorry guys.

Gimp

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X stared out at the courtyard silently, leaning against a decorative pillar and taking in the mild breeze as he watched rookie hunters in training. They were awful, to say the least, and he rest his chin on the cool cement, letting his mind wander back to those days. Had he been that awful back then? No, he doubted that – he would have been rejected. Things were different back then. They'd been in the middle of a war, losing horribly. There were no cowards in the hunters, and no room for error.

Things were different now. The maverick attacks had greatly decreased, and reploids were lining up left, right, and centre to join the hunters now that it was "safe". Sigma had disappeared; no one had seen him in nearly two years… So why wasn't he happy?

He'd always thought that when he'd finally reached this point he'd be happier about things. That he could finally rest. Yet now that he was here… He found he was only worried. What would happen now that they wouldn't be needed for much longer? The mavericks had really pissed off the humans, giving reploids a bad name. X saw nothing good coming from this, and he was anxious; he'd heard rumors that the humans felt they had no need for the reploids- that the humans were conspiring in secret against them

He'd tried to tell Zero about it once, almost a year ago, but the blonde had just laughed at the thought, telling him he was crazy. Granted, Zero was drunk as a skunk and at a strip club to boot, so it was doubtful he put any real thought into the idea, but it was mostly because he didn't understand- Not like X did.

Zero hadn't been to the meetings X had attended with Cain, listening to proposal after proposal a bout how to avoid another 'Sigma Incident'. Indeed, the thought of another maverick up rise like the original maverick war was worrisome- frightening, even. And there was a very good chance that the Hunters wouldn't be able to survive another reploid revolt. When Sigma had turned, he'd taken almost all of Maverick Hunter Headquarters with him.

It had taken years to replenish their troops with reploid volunteers to a half decent number. That was how X had first gotten mixed up in this mess. Only things were different now. The production lines were gone- reploids were no longer being built, they hadn't been for a long time, almost eight years, and replacing the lost hunters would be next to impossible.

He dreaded Monday's meeting with Dr. Cain, and the old man's suggestions for reploid control. In one way he was relieved that he was at least given a small say in the matter, being the first reploid, and the model all other reploids were based off of, but the ideas were already getting horrible. It didn't help that the humans were growing steadily more aggressive about some action being taken on the matter. Worse yet, they were beginning to listen to his opinion less, and he knew it was only a matter of time before the worst happened, and-

A loud shouting forced him out of his daydream and brought him back to attention. Two rookies were fighting about something, and the argument had just turned physical. X groaned deeply as he watched; the commander heading the field training session was having trouble breaking it up, and was now waving at X in frantic desperation. Damned rookies…

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X collapsed in bed, crashing into so heavily he practically snapped the frame. He sighed softly as the soft mattress cushioned his weary body. He practically melted into the feathery touch. It had taken nearly half an hour to break the fight up and give proper reprimands. Now X was tired and irritable, annoyed with the newer commander for being unable to handle his troops.

Reaching over, he flicked the lights off just as his door slid open and Zero waltzed in.

"Trying to tell me to go back to the office and nap more?"

Usually Zero's stupid comments made him smile, but tonight the smart ass remarks only served to get on X's nerves. "No, I'm trying to tell you to come and rub my back. I've had a long day." He grumbled miserably.

"Sure, but only if it's a full body massage…" Zero purred, winking.

"Start rubbing and we'll talk." X couldn't help a small smile; Zero always knew just what to say to make him feel better.

"Yes sir." Zero murmured, and immediately set to work, rubbing the knots out of his lover's shoulders.

It felt incredible- he ignored the growing bulge in Zero's pants in favour of the wonderful massage he was receiving, pretending not to notice. It was a little game they often played. X enjoyed the delicious sensations that didn't require any effort on his part, until Zero excited him enough that he gave in. He was drained tonight, however. "Zero, fuck off, I'm tired." He groaned, hearing Zero's zipper coming down.

"Come on, X. Just once! I! I gave you your massage." Zero grumbled, put off. He tapped his erection on the small of X's back pointedly, much to his lover's annoyance.

"No. How about a hand job?" He loved Zero, really; but he just couldn't keep up with his libido anymore. His mornings were filled with field training and meetings with Signas about Hunter business. His afternoons and evenings held mountainous piles of paperwork and additional meetings with Signas, Cain, and whoever else was relevant pertaining to the future of Reploid-kind. He just didn't have that energy to expend on sex with Zero that he used to.

Zero moaned lightly, and sighed, leaning back. "Aww, come on, X. As glad as I am that I have a healthy relationship with your hand, I wouldn't mind having one with the rest of you once in awhile. You never want to get dirty with me anymore." he sighed, nuzzling the smaller man gently. "You always say you're too tired."

"That's because I am, Zero." X sighed in mild annoyance. " You know I'm busy all day." He kissed his cheek softly, feeling bad for neglecting him. "Come on, give me a bit of a break, okay? I'm surprised you're not more tired." Zero had almost the same amount of work as X, with the exception of an additional three hours of field training Zero held, required of all 00 Unit Hunters; and of course the additional meetings X attended and the ones with Signas that Zero constantly blew off.

Zero stared at him blankly for a minute, then snorted in laughter.

"What's so funny?" X grumbled and asked the blonde.

"X, I've been slipping my paperwork in with yours for years." Zero grinned. "You mean you never noticed? I haven't done paperwork in like five years!" He outright laughed, finding the situation funny.

X, unfortunately, didn't share the same opinion. "… What?" He stared at the blonde jerk, trying to decide whether to laugh along with him or strangle him. Unlucky for Zero that he wasn't in a good mood at the moment. "Zero, you had better be joking." He shot the taller man a death-glare, angry. You are such a jerk sometimes!"

"Wow, I guess you really didn't know." Zero stated, surprised. "Come on, don't be pissed. Not when we're about to get so intimate." Zero murmured, leaning in to kiss him.

X frowned angrily. "No, we're not about to get intimate." He scooted away from the blonde. "You're about to sleep on the couch if you don't cool down." X flopped down on his side, sighing and giving him the silent treatment.

"Come on, X…" Zero tried again, sighing when he didn't get an answer. Well, this was definitely going to put a damper on their little private party… Or was it? Maybe this didn't have to end so horribly. After all, this was just another challenge and actually something of a turn on. "Come on, X. Don't make me play dirty." He warned, hoping desperately that X ignored his warning.

"No." X sighed, annoyed. "Go away, I'm tired." Zero didn't argue, and he closed his eyes, yawning and starting to drift off.

Zero lay quietly for a few moments, until he was sure his lover was relaxed. Perfect. Slowly the blonde slid under the covers, shifting over and nuzzling, testing. No hand came to slap him away, giving him the green, and he slid X's boxers off his hips gently.

So it would seem the party was still on.

X gasped softly, eyes rolling back in his head as the blonde went down, breath hitching and dissolving into a small moan. "… Oh, Zero…"

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X ran across the screen, tearing into maverick after maverick, shooting some down, killing others with his bare hands. He killed at a normal speed, destroyed in slow motion, and expired his enemies in reverse; a maverick's head falling back into its shoulders, the jagged tear of flesh instantly gone.

"Sigma, sir… What are you doing?" A voice spoke up hesitantly.

Sigma turned from the monitor with a surly frown. "What does it look like? I'm watching a great opportunity arising before my eyes." His face broke into a grin. "I think I've found my ticket to winning the war. Maybe I'll make him my right hand man."

The maverick scowled at the blue armored commander disdainfully. "X, sir? He'd never-" He stopped dead at the look on the ugly bald man's face.

"I've had two very long years to think about this." Sigma growled. "I've seen the changes- he'll be a lot more open to reason. He's starting to see the way things really are. I have my best spies watching him."

"But, sir—"

The scythe slid through the maverick like butter cut with a hot knife, before the maverick even had the chance to scream. Sigma had always hated being questioned. It wouldn't be long now, sooner or later the humans would go too far, and he would be ready to make his move.

Patience, that was the key. He'd waited too long to risk a slip up now. He had to wait until the perfect opportunity arose. He just had to play this out right, and the world was his. He just needed a little more patience.

He turned quietly, ignoring the blood on his face, watching the latest footage again.