A/N This is actually the tame version of this fic. The full version is ?list260

Apologies for not updating so long, things are always crazy around here and it's been a bunch of small things. Hopefully I'm a little more on track now, I'm already working on another one shot, and I have been working for quite awhile at a big project on the side.

As always, reading is appreciated, reviews are even nicer.

Empty Promises

"Rock, what do you think of Forte?"

The question was sudden and straightforward, the boy found he couldn't answer it immediately. Not that question, especially so soon after they discovered their strange ally was in actuality a Wily bot, betraying them and busting the old man out of prison. He poured over it slowly, considering it, and then sighed. "I dunno. You mean Forte; the guy who was staying with us and lending a hand, or Forte; the guy who set us up?"

Roll flopped down next to him lightly, resting her chin on his pillow. Rock was depressed, and acting really off since the events of that morning. Sometimes she wished she knew what her brother was thinking, he was so hard to read sometimes. "I don't know… Aren't they the same guy anyway?" She poked at the headboard a little, thinking.

"Not at all." Rock frowned, leaning up and glancing at her, depressed. "One's a real charmer… He says and does all the right things and he's easy to befriend. He's kind and generous….. But that Forte's just an illusion. He's really just a snake in the grass. The Forte who stayed here doesn't exist. Right?"

Roll sighed softly, feeling bad. She knew Rock had taken a liking to Forte, and this only confirmed her suspicions that her brother was heartbroken. The taller boy had been someone for Rock to hang out with, as Blues was hardly around lately. It was obvious that he'd been crushed by his supposed friend's betrayl. "Yeah, I guess that's true…" And he'd seemed so sincere, too.

Rock bit his lip, sinking into his pillow more. "I should have known… The only other person who could build a 'bot like that around here is Wily." How could he have been so stupid and naïve? Why couldn't he see that it had just in a ruse, to get to his father's lab and rob the poor man blind. "I trusted him…"

Roll shifted over, hugging her brother comfortingly. "We all did. Don't beat yourself up over this." Rock rolled over, returning the hug, and nodded a little. "At least we found out now, beforewe got too close…" The situation would have been worse had Forte learned the family's secrets.

Rock sighed and slid the covers over his head, face colouring slightly. Close... She had no idea. His eyes slid shut momentarily and he saw warm, bare flesh, thick, swollen lips assaulting his own… "Yeah… You're right." A pause. "I'm going to bed now. It's late."

Roll pulled the covers back a little, peering down at him worriedly. "It's not late. We haven't even had supper yet." Was Rock sick? Something had to be wrong, she had never seen Rock turn down a meal in his life yet. What was up with him today?

"I'm tired, not hungry." Rock argued with, muttering sheepishly and fighting with her for the blanket. He just wanted to sleep. He wanted to the day to be finished with, to forget everything for a few moments. "I'll eat a big breakfast." He added to appease her. She sighed, giving her assent, and he accepted a kiss planted on his cheek, returning it, and shadows flooded the room as he was left to his thoughts.

He lay in silence for several moments, staring at the ceiling before he allowed the thoughts of the previous night to catch up with him. So much had happened, and he hadn't allowed himself any time to think about just what had happened.

He had been tense, and suspicious of the new bot. Forte had done everything right, yet there was something about him that Rock couldn't trust. He had been in his current position, unable to sleep and admittedly spying on his resting ally, when Forte had suddenly rolled over and, well… kissed him.

Even now, as he remembered it, he found his hand wandering down to his crotch, fingers tracing over it idly, emulating Forte's surprisingly fleecy touch. He bit his lip lightly, breath hitching. He wasn't the type of person to do something like this, he'd never been-heck, he didn't even like doing this, and yet suddenly his hand was working his body- Just like Forte had done. It felt good. He turned over, burying his face in his pillow and lifting his hips.

At first Rock had been shocked by the happenings, even deeply opposed to them, but his protests were fast quelled as his clothing was shed and Forte's mass of violet hair began its slow decent down Rock's smooth neck. It felt surprisingly good, and he let Forte's hands do as they pleased, sticking a pillow over his face to muffle small cries.

Rock was making similar cries even now, as his hands wandered over his body, teasing him. He had been easy, and Forte had used him. He had no one to blame but himself for his sexual awakening. He should never have let Forte do half of the things he did. He should never have let him…

It had hurt badly at first, and he'd cried, aching and afraid, until Forte had murmured something soothing in his ear, the only words he'd spoke that night, though they couldn't quite come to mind now, with the frenzy his body was in. Somehow he'd managed to survive those first few minutes and things quickly became more intense. Forte took no time in dominating the small body beneath him and it wasn't long before-

Rock slid down slowly, stomach meeting the mattress as his hands retreated, leaving him with an exhausting kind of emptiness and an overwhelming, burning shame. He'd played himself right into the Wily bot's trap. He'd given himself up without a fight, and had let Forte get intimately close- leaving himself depressed and vulnerable. How was he going to fight Forte now that they were suddenly enemies? It was all his fault, and he'd enjoyed every minute of it. Now he was alone and dirty, and he felt awful, like a rag someone had used then tossed aside, to be thrown out at its owner's convenience.

His body racked with sobs and he hugged his pillow, allowing Forte's words- the painful words his mind had blocked out until now to return. And he found with a numbing sense of dread that they, like everything else about Forte, were a lie.

"It's okay, Rock. I'd never hurt you, I promise. You can trust me…"