A/N: Small warning, this chapter contains one scene that sounds non-consentish. It is consent, and all the characters are fine, but I don't want anyone with a rape trigger getting any panic attacks or anything. So let me make it clear again: it sounds non-consent, but it is consent, it's merely a kink these two Navis have. Nothing more!

SearchMan bolts down the hall, attempting to catch up to his friend. "Colonel," he shouts.

The larger Navi looks behind, a look of seriousness on his face. What he hoped his friend didn't know is that this is his poker face, inside, he's scared. "Yes?"

SearchMan sighs, he looks for words but struggles to find the right ones. He places a hand at Colonel's shoulder, locking eyes with the slightly taller NetNavi.

Colonel nods, then turns around.

SearchMan fears this'll be the last time he sees him.

Colonel fears the same thing.

Forte perks up, though he doesn't say anything, instead, he merely glances at Blues.

"No point in worrying," Blues says. Admittedly, Blues was never the best at comforting others, he even has issues comforting himself most of the time.

SplashWoman arrives, "Hey guys."

SearchMan glances behind and sees the female Navi, he grins at her, "Morning." He watches as she walks over and takes a seat next to Forte. He then raises an eyebrow when he sees her grin at him, it's not her usual grin either, it seems to be some sort of…affectionate grin.

She hugs him, Forte kept his normal "resting bitch face" as Colonel calls it. "Nice morning, huh?" She keeps that same smile…

"I suppose," Forte says nonchalantly, glancing down at his lap.

SplashWoman grabs his arm, she gets closer. She's just so...close. "What's wrong?" She was only looking at Forte.

SearchMan narrows his eyes, "We're all worried."

SplashWoman looks up at him, "Oh…" she then glances back at Forte.

SearchMan drops his fist on the table, accidentally creating a louder noise than intended, "So, Splash, anything happening today?"

The blue female sits in her seat properly, "No," she admits.

Forte looks at SearchMan, he can sense something within the taller Navi frustration perhaps? "Are you alright?"

"Me? Yeah! Why you ask?"

Blues leans on one of his arms, "You did kind of just slammed your fist down."

SearchMan scoffs, "I'm just upset about Colonel basically being sacrificed is all." Maybe he's not as good at hiding his feelings as he thought.

Blues and Forte glance at each other.

"Anyway," SearchMan stands up. "I'm gonna go back in my room. I have guard duty later so I need a break."

Once he is out of view, Blues turns to Forte, "What is his issue all of a sudden?"

Forte glances at SplashWoman, she is backed off at this point, and eating quietly. He then looks back at Blues, "I think I know."

SearchMan sits at his desk, he looks distantly at his pictures of his NetOp. He sighs. The door opens, and Forte steps in. Forte looks at the other Navi, he sees him starring at those pictures, he has a look of empty longing on his face. The Solo NetNavi sighs, "SearchMan."

The taller Navi looks at the other, he doesn't say anything, instead he just locks eyes with him.

Forte shifts, "I know you like her, okay. But just so you know, I don't like her."

SearchMan moves back in his original state, this time he looks down at the old letter his NetOp had sent him a while ago, "Yeah, but she seems found of you."

Forte keeps his eyes on SearchMan, "I'm sure it's nothing."

"I saw the way she was looking at you, there's no denying that she likes you."

"I don't think she does."

"Did you two…do anything?"

"Like what?"

"You know, like, kiss? Or…anything really."

Forte resists the urge to bite his lip, at this point, SearchMan looks back up at Forte. "No, we merely hang out sometimes."

SearchMan nods slowly, "Alright, I'm gonna rest, as I said earlier, guard duty later, that needs all my concentration."

Forte moves in slowly, "I think you need some relaxation alright."

SearchMan feels Forte wrapping his arms around his neck, his nose going into the sides of his hair that stuck out from under his helmet. Slowly, Forte's one hand slides down his chest and at his crotch. SearchMan chuckles, "You bastard, you really want to do this so early?"

Forte purrs deeply in his throat, "You know I'm always up for a good fucking around."

SearchMan stands up and scoops Forte in his arms, he takes the smaller Navi over to his bed. He sits himself and Forte down and moves forward for a small kiss on the lips. Their lips part after a small bit, and Forte's back is down into the bed. SearchMan grins down and places his lips back onto Forte's, savoring the feel of the other's soft lips. Forte reaches his arms above and around SearchMan's neck. It seems loving, but of course, sweet and loving isn't SearchMan's style, he's quick to change it up, his tongue licking at Forte's lips, demanding entrance. Forte allows it, parting his lips and allowing the other's tongue inside. Forte groans in the kiss and tries to aim his tongue into SearchMan's cheek, however, it seems that the other Navi isn't allowing it so easily.

Their lips part again, there was a bit of saliva trailing down both their mouths, it seems both of them have a drooling problem when it comes to kissing. SearchMan reaches down and uses one finger to tease Forte, whom at this point, already has a semi-erection. "Already?" He asks.

Forte's eyes look before him, he watches as SearchMan teases him, only rubbing a single finger around the tip. "Don't tease me…"

SearchMan grins, "I thought we were doing this for me? For my "relaxation", as you put it?"

Forte closes his eyes in bliss as SearchMan begins to pump Forte's need up and down, gripping it with enough force to give Forte a nice amount of pleasure. "Dammit…" he groans out, feeling the urge to move his hips along with the pumps.

SearchMan grins again, he moves his hand up and down a little faster, his grip a little harder. "You like this?"

"You could've at least wet your hand first, you're chaffing my skin."

SearchMan stops his action, almost leaving Forte disappointed. He puts his fingers in his mouth, Forte is then turned around onto his belly. SearchMan begins to probe at Forte's entrance, circling his way inside slowly, only one finger going in. Forte groans lowly, feeling one finger push its way deeper inside. "Don't rush it," he warns.

SearchMan gets another finger in, not wanting to take a long time to prepare the smaller one's entrance. One he feels that Forte is wet enough, he grabs at Forte's arms and pins them to his back, pushing his cheek into the pillow below. "Keep your hands there," he demands as he begins to remove Forte's cloak, which was placed above Forte's head, exposing only the lower part of his body.

Forte feels his cloak removed, then he feels a small part of it at his mouth. He opens up, and a bit of the cloth was shoved inside. He bites down at the warm cloth, careful not to lick it, he doesn't like the taste of cotton much.

SearchMan grabs at Forte's arms again, using only one hand. His other hand reaches down to his own erection, and he uses it to enter inside of Forte's entrance. He wastes no time in slamming deep inside of Forte, causing both of them to pulsate with need and desire. Forte is pinned down, SearchMan throws his head back and growls deeply, he moves in and out, at one point he stops suddenly, still deep inside of Forte. During the pause, both the NetNavis can feel their erections throb with lust. In no time the act continues.

Forte wants so badly to reach down and jack himself off, but with his arms pinned behind his back he can't. He tries to call out, partially in pleasure, partially in pain, but the cloak keeps him silent. He finds it arousing however, he's never thought of gagging someone (or himself) with the cloth. Now he has a new tool if he ever wants to spice things up.

Feeling himself about to cum, SearchMan switches position, removing himself from Forte and sitting down, his legs off the bed, feet on the floor. He grabs at Forte, and Forte helps himself onto SearchMan's lap. Forte is faced forward, the same direction the taller Navi is facing. SearchMan sits Forte right on his knee, he removes the cloak, and ties it around the smaller Navi's head, still trying to keep the cloth into his mouth. Forte, knowing what to do, uses his feet to lift himself up. He spreads himself apart and feels SearchMan's larger arousal, and then, he lowers himself down, feeling the larger penis get re-inserted.

SearchMan grabs at Forte's thighs, he uses his strength and picks him up, placing him back down, and back up, and back down. Forte is rather light, not much more than a hundred pounds, SearchMan guesses, so picking him up and down is rather easy. Forte keeps his legs in the air, the grip on his thigh tighten, fingers digging into his darker skin. Forte looks up, half dazed in pleasure, SearchMan fills him up very nicely, and he easily hits his prostate again and again. Forte quickly feels an explosion below, he doesn't even hold back, instead, he cries out as he begins to ejaculate, white liquid flying up into the air.

SearchMan stops his assault, "Already?" Forte looks back, he almost looks shameful. This causes SearchMan to chuckle, and then he lies down on his back, feet still on the floor. He reaches for Forte's hips and turns the Navi around, Forte allows this and gets the hint. This time, Forte rests his knees into the mattress, SearchMan still holds at Forte's hips, SearchMan lifts Forte up in the air, he would go so far up, and then fall back down. Forte helps, reaching his hands down at SearchMan's chest, he is moved up and down again and again. The grip on his hips tighten, Forte finds himself hardly doing any of the work, but he swears he can feel the other's erection throb deep inside him. Forte is moved up and down faster and faster, at this point, the smaller Navi already has another erection, and it is just as needy as it was before. SearchMan moans out, he slows the movement, moving Forte slower as he releases his liquid inside. With his climax done, SearchMan moves his head back further, he releases a satisfied groan and lets go of Forte's hips.

Forte huffs, "Really? I have another hard-on you know."

"That's your own fault, you came so soon."

"I couldn't help it!"

"Whatever."

Forte moves, getting off of SearchMan, he plops on the floor and begins to move his hand up and down his hardened love.

"By the way," SearchMan says as he gets in position for a nap. "You released you spunk all over the floor, find it and clean it up, that shit leaves stains."

Forte had moved his hand quicker and quicker as SearchMan's words left his mouth, in no time, Forte had a second release, his white juices, again, squirt in the air, and onto the floor. Embarrassed, and a little frustrated, Forte stands up and heads to the cafeteria, his goal: get his cleaning supplies.

It is later in the afternoon, SearchMan had gone up to the sniper's den. Forte is cleaning the hallways, scrubbing the floors with his vacuum and cleaning powder. There is some deep stain in the carpeting and he has no idea what the heck it could be! It doesn't have a color nor does it have an odor. What he doesn't know is that a pair of eyes rest on him.

"A-HAH!"

Forte's quick to react, he jumps and turns his arms into two busters, he aims at his assailant only to find it to be NapalmMan, who is now on his knees, begging Forte not to shoot. Even with half his power drained Forte is still feared. "NapalmMan!"

The purple Navi stands back on his feet, "Forte, how did you like the book?"

Forte rolls his eyes, "You can't be serious. It is ridiculous, I didn't read it."

"But-"

"And I never will read it. I enjoy reading, but not that kind of stuff. I'm not sorry when I say this, but, I don't love you."

"Forte, why are you doing this to me?"

"I should be asking you the same."

"All I want is for us to be a thing. I always think of that night…the night we made love."

"Was it really loving? If anything I imagine it was just a mindless fucking session."

"Oh, yes, you were quite rough!"

"Exactly, so if that's the only reason as to why you like me so much-"

"No, no! You're so strong! Everyone fears you! Because many fear you, many also admire you! Myself included! I want to be as feared as you are! I want others to tremble when they see me!"

"Well I don't think anyone fears me anymore honestly."

"Ah, but Forte, you are still so strong!"

Forte sighs impatiently, "Look, I'd love to stand around and chat, but I'm kind of busy now. I have to clean these floors, I need to get it done before tonight."

"What's happening tonight?"

"I need to do some training with General, hell should I know what he wants me to do."

"I see, well, if you ever want to see me, you know where my room is!" NapalmMan turns around and heads back down the hall.

Forte rolls his eyes, "I don't know where your room is," he mumbles. "And I can honestly care less." But then Forte thinks, another sex partner doesn't sound too bad, even if he is a tad creepy and obsessive. Forte mentally makes a note to see about seducing NapalmMan, and he continues his cleaning. Minutes go by and eventually Forte realizes that having sex with NapalmMan honestly doesn't sound half bad. He can picture himself thrusting deep inside of him, NapalmMan calling out his name. This causes Forte to blush a little. He tries to push the thought out of his mind, the small vacuum in his hand turns off with a press of a button. He's not pushing the thought out of his mind any time soon. It doesn't matter how creepy NapalmMan is, Forte clearly has the Navi wrapped around his finger, perhaps he would easily give into, and Forte can release all his little kinks out. He feels a twitch below, and realizes that he needs to find a bathroom, and quick.

So, Forte heads into the nearest bathroom, a public restroom with many stalls and urinals. There was no one inside, and Forte uses this opportunity to pick a stall, the last one, and sit down on the cold floor. He sighs and pushes the bucket with his cleaning supplies to the side, keeping it at a nice distance. He reaches down and touches his crotch, shuddering when he feels his fingers trace along the base of his penis. Apparently the sloppy quickie he had with SearchMan earlier wasn't enough, but Forte doesn't mind, he enjoys indulging in a little personal time.

He licks his hand, making sure it is nice and wet before reaching down and pumping himself, slowly but firmly. He has many images run through his mind, but his mind seems to prefer thinking about last night, when he fucked SplashWoman, man she was tight, and she was so hot, the way her breasts jumped up and down, the way she called his name, the way she shuddered and twitched when she orgasmed. Before he knew it, his arousal was as hard as possible, and when let go, it stands straight up, pointing at him. He grins, but decides maybe he should get creative. He looks up, the only things in the stall with him, besides the toilet behind, is the bucket full of cleaning supplies.

Perfect.

He reaches for a feather duster, one hand reaches back down at his erection, jacking it up and down as he places the wooden handle into his mouth. It is a smooth handle, he doesn't mind the taste, and he honestly doesn't give a shit about germs, he wants to do this.

The handle is removed from his mouth and Forte can see all the saliva glistening in the dim light. He feels his skin, especially the skin down below, grow very sensitive. He honestly feels more so in the mood to thrust into something rather than thrust something into him, but he decides to go with what he originally thought anyway. He gets down on his elbows, then down lower, now his chest on the floor, butt in the air. He uses one hand to maneuver the feather duster so it is against his back entrance. He begins to lightly push it, giving his hole no preparation, hoping that the saliva on its own is enough.

It proves barely enough, Forte manages to slowly inch the smooth handle inside, feeling himself beginning to stretch out. He begins to move the handle in and out, his other hand attempting to grab at the floor, which is unsuccessful, since it is a tiled floor and not a carpet. He growls lightly in his throat, he tries to get the handle as deep as possible, which causes a small burning sensation in his rear, as he probably should've lubricated his hole as well, but ah well, the burning feel will go away, besides, the pleasure is stronger here.

Suddenly, a pair of footsteps are heard, someone entered. Forte quiets down, but he continues to move the handle in and out. The figure opens a stall and heads in, Forte looks under and tries to see whose feet it could be. He grins, it's NapalmMan, isn't it?

He debates on it, should he say something? Does he really want that creep to help him out?

The other Navi finishes his release and heads out to wash his…hands? Can those be called hands? How does he wipe-? Forte stops his thought right there. Instead, he silently watches the legs of his fan before him. The water turns off, Forte bites his lip.

NapalmMan heads over to the dryer, but he stops when he hears a stifle cry. He turns around, that's right, the last stall is closed, thus, occupied. He steps forward, "You okay?"

Forte figures it's too late now, he doesn't care how weird NapalmMan is, he wants him. "NapalmMan," his voice teases.

The war Navi feels his body grow warm, "Forte?"

"Come in the last stall, it's unlocked. I need your help."

A million happy go through NapalmMan's head, he follows as instructed, and heads to the last stall. A huge blush crosses his face at the sight that he sees. "F-Forte! You're…you're-!"

"In need of you, please, I need someone to help me."

NapalmMan closes the stall door and falls to his knees, he watches as his love thrusts a feather duster of all things in and out of him. He isn't sure what to do at all, but he decides to act. He inches even closer and Forte gets up on his own knees. Forte is placed with his back (well more like the "bat ears" on his helmet) against the wall. NapalmMan hoists Forte up onto his legs, Forte now has dropped the cleaning apparatus onto the floor. Being cursed with no mouth, NapalmMan can't kiss or nibble Forte at all, but what he can do is make use of his "hands", which have more uses than one may think.

Forte is rather shocked to find NapalmMan's hand come down, his erection is placed inside of the buster-like hand, and Forte suddenly feels vibrations. This immediately causes him to grip at the other Navi's shoulders, the pleasure so sudden and great. What makes this even crazier, is the fact that apparently NapalmMan can shrink the size of his weapon-hand, making it grow tight around Forte's pounding love. Forte feels himself begin to drool a little, some saliva escaping out of the corner of his mouth, he arches his back as he feels the weapon tighten around him, the vibrations too much, causing Forte to shake and actually beg for NapalmMan to stop, which the other Navi refuses of course.

Forte came inside of the vibrating weapon, it may have ended soon, a problem Forte seems to have today, but that didn't stop NapalmMan at all. Oh no, the vibrations continued on Forte's super sensitive skin, not allowing his penis to go flaccid after his release. Forte wasn't aware that was even possible, men always go limp after their release! And yet, he didn't.

"NapalmMan!" Forte's grips tightens to the point that his fingers ached, "Stop! I can't! It's too much!" Forte continues arching his back, his head now uncomfortable thanks to the wall behind him. Thanks to that wall, and his helmet, he can't fully look up properly. NapalmMan gets an idea. At this point, the other Navi already had an erection of his own, the cod piece of his armor disappeared, revealing a rather penis. Forte groans loudly, and NapalmMan sticks his other hand into Forte's mouth, causing the shouts he just started to emit to soften to mere muffled shrieks. Forte at this point is very hot, he feels as though the sexual act he is receiving is almost tortuous.

NapalmMan's goal was to use Forte's saliva so he can get his thick love wet. The war Navi lowers the vibrations down a notch, his other hand going down and trying to smear the saliva all over him. Just because the vibrations are taken down a notch doesn't mean Forte is feeling any less heated, at this point, he's finding his mouth overflowing, his throat clenching and having issues swallowing. He's quite noisy, and begging for it to end.

NapalmMan tries to move Forte up a little, he has to do it himself, as Forte is having issues moving, his grip around the other's shoulders remain tight, his back is also tight, but the rest of his body is basically limp. The war Navi is able to get his erection under Forte, that alone took a while, but Forte did find enough strength in his knees to sit up a little. The space is enough so that NapalmMan is able to insert himself inside of Forte. Forte then plops back down, the thick thing suddenly deep inside him, causing both Navis to widen their eyes. NapalmMan turns uses his other hand to deliver a hard smack to Forte's side, his voice demands Forte to move up and down.

Forte whines, claiming that he can't move due to all the pleasure. His whole body feels as though it is on fire, and he's beyond tired. In response, NapalmMan smacks Forte again on the side, causing Forte to whimper, his grip now lessening. The smacks do hurt, quite a bit, a stinging sensation is felt at Forte's side, his eyes, which were closed for the longest time, open slowly and lock with NapalmMan's.

"I said move!" Forte is smacked again.

"My legs feel like jelly! I can't move!"

"Move dammit!"

Forte tries to use his legs to move up and down the length inside him, he is able to do so for a bit, but using his legs alone, as his knees are just above the floor, is proving difficult. He feels another smack and this causes Forte to have another climax, shooting his white liquid a second time inside of the vibrating weapon. This causes Forte to collapse, his grip is gone, he leans against fully against the wall.

NapalmMan removes the vibrating hand, he begins to move, switching his position so that Forte is on his back on the floor. NapalmMan thrusts relentlessly inside of Forte, his hands roaming up and down his love's body. Forte breathes loudly and sharply, he feels as though he may pass out. He looks down and sees the hand that NapalmMan had used on him earlier is leaking, all the white liquid Forte had released inside earlier is now on his chest and abdomen. He weakly looks up at the ceiling, feeling his vision grow dark.

NapalmMan delivers on final thrust, grunting as he releases all he has inside of Forte. He stays in for a few seconds, but he quickly softens up, and so he removes himself, leaving Forte exhausted on the floor. The taller war Navi sheepishly rubs the back of his head, "Um, did you like that?"

Forte huffs, his throat is dry, his body still feels warm. He finds it hard to speak, but he manages to softly let out a "Yes."

NapalmMan gets the urge to jump up and down happily, instead, he keeps cool and turns around to leave, opening and closing the stall door, and eventually leaving the bathroom. Forte is left on the floor, still breathing loudly, beyond tired, his own love juices all over him. He grins, he's got to have fun with NapalmMan again.

A/N: So this is mostly a smutty chapter. Honestly the first sex scene seems kind of rushed to me, I mean, it's supposed to be quick and sloppy, but I think it I may have made it too quick and sloppy. I dunno, quick and sloppy (how many times am I gonna say that phrase?) lemon is hot to me. The next one oh boy, I like that one a whole lot ha! I'm trying different things here, I hope nothing is confusing, I try to describe things the best way I can. I mean NapalmMan doesn't have hands, he has those weapon things! Overall I am okay with this chapter.