Fangirl Paradise ~ Zero on Zero (On X!) pt.2
Omega’s body threatened to explode and he shook even more. A break? His desire was so overwhelming there was no way he could just sit there complacently to take a break! If Zero wasn’t going to fondle him or take him, Omega just might get off his knees and make Zero the slave in this twisted coupling!
Zero sat on the edge of the tub, giving the chain a hard yank. Omega yelped as the sudden pain of his nipples being pulled so hard and he stumbled into Zero’s lap, eyes wide and face red. Zero petted Omega’s hair with his fingers, the other hand reaching out to turn the water off. As if Omega wasn’t already overheated and on fire, but Zero wanted him to take a steaming hot bath?
Zero climbed into the huge tub, not even dragging Omega in there with him although he waved at him invitingly. Was the Master/Slave game over for now? Desire-addled brains hardly functioned well enough for deep thinking, and Omega was at a loss of what to do, so he remained rooted on the bathroom floor, staring as Zero splashed hot water on himself. As Zero seemed to now ignore him, Omega watched in rapt fascination as rivulets of water streamed down Zero’s well-toned chest, the muscles of his arms flexing as Zero grabbed a nearby cup and dumped a cupful of water on his head, hair sticking to the shiny, slick skin. Omega moaned under his breath, overcome with the want to climb in and lick the water from Zero’s body. But did he have permission?
What the hell, you’re Zero! Omega’s mind, that defiant piece of him, screamed. You get your ass in there and take what you want!
That defiant piece of him roared and Omega found himself battling with himself internally. He reveled in being the slave to himself, as twisted as that sounded. And from how Zero enjoyed punishing him, he must enjoy being the master over himself. Perhaps it was time Omega did step up and switch the roles? Especially with how Zero was reclining his head back now, that sexy, delicious neck just begging to be bit, that unmarked chest pleading for the kiss of the whip.
Zero’s eyes snapped open as a small splash signaled Omega joining him. The indecision he had gleefully seen in Omega’s eyes was gone, now replaced by raw want and determination. The smile Zero started to have stopped when the smaller Reploid made a show of unclasping his nipples and tossing the little chain aside, although from the sounds under the water, Omega kept the anal beads inside. Zero was grateful toys nowadays were always waterproof-he didn’t want a literal shock while he was naked and hard.
“Bastard,” Omega hissed, “toying with me like that.”
Zero smirked, lifting a hand out of the water to stroke Omega’s cheek with his knuckles. “You enjoyed every second, admit it.”
His own words tossed back at him bristled Omega’s frustration and he climbed on top of Zero, legs straddling Zero’s waist. Reaching back, Omega slowly freed himself of the anal beads, allowing a deep throated moan issue from him as he did so. The sound brought back some of Zero’s desire to the forefront, the Hunter’s blue eyes dark and smoldering when Omega clicked the toy off and tossed it aside, neither of them caring as the battery compartment shattered and the batteries spilled on the ground.
“I told you,” Zero murmured as Omega leaned close for a kiss. “I’m not going to bend over for a scrawny version of myself.”
“Then you should have dominated me better,” Omega growled before sealing his lips against Zero’s. What meekness Omega pretended to have while playing slave was gone as his tongue assaulted Zero’s lips, prying them opening and spearing into Zero’s mouth.
Zero surged his body forward, his arms tightly around Omega as his own tongue fought back, teeth clanking together in efforts to bit offending lips and invading tongues. Omega broke the kiss with a cry as Zero seized his hips and took him in one swift upward motion, lowering his head and savagely biting into the future Reploid’s shoulder, lapping at the blood he drawn as he thrust up into the eager body above him.
“Manipulative bastard,” Zero groaned as Omega’s nails raked down his back and his hips grinded against Zero’s own, drawing Zero deeper into the enticingly tight passage. “Crazy son of a bitch…”
“Shut up and fuck me,” Omega demanded, covering Zero’s lips with his own as his hands dove into Zero’s wet hair, pulling the strands painfully.
The pain of his scalp only drove Zero to slam up into Omega harder, his fingertips leaving deep bruises on the pale hips as he dug his fingers into them mercilessly. Omega pulled away from the kiss to toss his head back in rapture, and Zero’s teeth descended on the exposed throat, clamping down hard as he stood, water splashing off them and onto the floor. Nearly falling to the floor but somehow keeping his balance, Zero carried Omega out of the bathroom; Omega’s arms and legs wrapped tightly around him and continued to ride Zero even as the Hunter managed his way to the living room. Zero toppled over onto the couch where he pinned Omega down and bit on his neck again, driven by the frenzied cries of Omega and the deep and probably bleeding scratches his future self inflicted on him.
Omega cried out Zero’s name, and as odd as it was to hear himself calling for himself, Zero grunted and his passion flared. He yanked himself out of Omega and threw the sleeker version of himself to the floor on his hands and knees, grabbing his hips with one hand and the other bent down to push Omega’s head to the floor. Zero re-entered him savagely, the angle of Omega’s hips allowing him to thrust deeper inside, and Omega felt as if he were going to explode with bliss. The smaller Reploid wailed his pleasure as the hand gripping his hips now grasped his hardness, pumping it in time with his punishing thrusts. The hand on the back of Omega’s neck also found a new home, instead now grabbing a handful of hair and yanking back on it viciously.
Delicious agony from the raw, hard taking and hair pulling mingled with the mind-blowing pleasure of a hand job and finally again being filled, and Omega’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he screamed Zero’s name again, not caring how incredibly fucked up it sounded to scream his own name, to beg himself to be taken harder and faster. Zero’s low moans were growing in volume as well and he pulled back on Omega’s hair again, snapping his future self’s head back and causing cries of pleasure to be interrupted with yelps of satisfied pain. It was incredible, hearing himself want him so bad; so wrong and yet so damn sexy and exciting.
Omega felt himself coming closer to release and he urged Zero on, pushing his hips back just as Zero was thrusting back in, jarring his hips and impacting that spot even harder. It was right there, that orgasmic bliss he came to the past for, so close…!
“Zero?!”
Both froze instantly as Zero’s locked door unlocked and opened, X rushing into the room with his arm already about to change into its Buster form. When he realized Zero wasn’t getting attacked, and in fact quite the opposite, X yelped and jumped back.
“What the hell?!” X demanded.
Both of the Zero’s swallowed hard, caught red-handed by the last person both wanted to see at the moment. They looked at each other, Zero still gripping Omega’s hair and member, Omega still bent over with his cheek pressed against the carpet.
“Uh… hi… X…” Zero mumbled.
“This is what you’ve been doing?” X practically screamed. “Fucking someone so loud I can hear you despite the fact these rooms are supposed to be sound-proof?! And who the hell is he?!”
Omega couldn’t help but smirk at the indignation on X’s face, and the fact the past version of his best friend was acting like a spurned girlfriend finding her boyfriend cheating. Zero started to stutter, unsure of exactly how to answer. Omega propped himself up on his elbows, and X’s eyes looked down at him.
“I’m him, X,” Omega said simply. Zero let go of Omega’s hair to facepalm himself. “I’m Zero from the future.”
X’s face was completely blank as he seemed to try and process that information, his voice dead-panned when he finally responded, “If that’s true, this is even more fucked up than I initially find this situation.”
“Yeah… I guess it is.” Omega shrugged, looking completely undisturbed by the fact. “Don’t look at us like that. It just happened.”
“Just… happened…?” X looked ready to melt down.
Zero groaned. “X… X, look at me, not him. C’mon, stay with me here…” When X finally looked back at him, Zero blushed slightly. “He’s right. He is me from the future… and it did just sort of happen.”
“How…” X grabbed his head with his hands. “Time travel isn’t possible without screwing things up… or screwing people in this case… How is this possible? How can you just happen to start rutting your future self?! What’s going on?!”
Omega arched his back impatiently. “No offense X…” the sleeker Reploid drawled. “But unless you plan to watch or join… can you leave so we can get back to it? I’ve been sexually frustrated for over a hundred years, and unless you offer me a good time, I really, really, really need good ‘rutting’ as you put it.”
“Omega!” Zero hissed, unable to stop the slight moan as his future self pushed back against him and clenched his muscles. He smartly smacked the back of Omega’s head, much to X’s surprise.
Omega smirked at the hit, groaning seductively as he repeated his action and Zero again hit him. X’s face turned a fair shade of pink as he realized the seemingly insane Reploid was enjoying the hits, and Zero was obviously having fun with the teasing and smacking him.
“S-so… you’re Zero? You don’t like that much like him…” X muttered. He wasn’t sure why, but X could not tear his eyes off the couple, couldn’t stop watching as Omega continued to provoke Zero.
“Long story,” Omega replied. “Now, I’m serious X… either you get over here and strip, be quiet and watch, or leave, please.”
“Quit being an ass, Omega.” Zero slapped Omega’s bottom as if to reinforce his point and the smaller blond moaned, arching his back again. X quickly turned around, intent on leaving and erasing any evidence of ever seeing this sight.
“Actually X…” Omega moaned. The sound seized X and stopped him in his tracks, the sexy sound making X blush harder. “Don’t leave… c’mere and give Zero a hand…”
“A-a han-hand?” X stammered, and his own hands clamped over his mouth as he realized he sounded… eager to be given permission to stay.
Zero’s mouth opened to say something, but Omega was quicker. “I’ve been bad, X. Zero can barely handle me all by himself…” Zero clipped him again and Omega laughed. “C’mon X. I know you, too. You’re in love with me, with Zero…”
Zero gaped and X tensed, Omega’s knowing laughter filling the tense silence. “It’s okay X, Zero loves you too. But admit it, deep down, either now or later, you’ve wanted to have Zero like he does me. Under you, writhing, screaming… you’ve entertained the thoughts of whipping him soundly… haven’t you?”
X bit his lower lip before Omega’s erotic speech caused him to moan as previous daydreams and wishful thoughts filled his mind. Either this was an impressive hacker or really was Zero from the future, as X never admitted to anyone his desire for his best friend. X already had enough issues just telling Zero he loved him… trying to tell him he’d like to tie Zero up was a whole other game!
“I’m not exactly your Zero anymore,” Omega went on. He sharply pushed back against Zero’s hips, ripping a startled but passionate moan from the Hunter. “But I’m close enough, and I’ll be more than happy to let you whip me…”
X slowly looked back at them, almost afraid of what Zero would be thinking now. His best friend was currently trying to disengage from Omega, who was laughing and getting to his feet when Zero finally pulled out of him. However Omega stumbled and Zero caught him, Omega’s back hitting Zero’s chest with a soft thud. The future Reploid idly played with a bit of Zero’s hair, a smirk on his face.
“I never played matchmaker well,” Omega muttered. “And I don’t intend on starting now. So either you two go ahead and spill your hearts out, or pretend you didn’t hear me just put your inner desires to voice. I’m going to limp my way to the bedroom, and when I get back, something sexy is going to happen. You got five minutes to get over yourselves.”
With that, Omega pushed off of Zero and slowly, stiffly, limped his way to Zero’s bedroom. Zero pulled his hair over his shoulder and used it as a shimmering curtain to hide his nudity, and X looked at the ground with a furious blush on his face. How exactly were they supposed to react to this? Zero rubbed the back of his head.
“You must think me a seriously twisted, sick, deviant, narcissistic fuck…” Zero muttered. He couldn’t even look at X. Why the hell did he give in to his most base desires?
“Surprisingly enough,” X replied quietly, “that’s not what I’m thinking right now.”
Zero laughed nervously. “Um, a zenny for your thoughts?”
X glanced at where Omega went, his cheeks hot and his hands fidgeting. “The way he talks… well, I can’t deny what he said. I am in love with you… but apparently we get together later down the road anyway without me walking in on you, uh, yeah...”
“Can’t say I don’t like the sound of that… for more than sexual reasons of course!” Zero held his hands up. “C-cause it’s true that I… well… love you and…”
Silence.
X awkwardly crossed his arms over his chest, completely speechless. Zero scratched his cheek with his finger, looking to the side. X finally shattered the silence, honest curiosity in his voice.
“Have you really… been… whipping him?” X looked at Zero timidly.
Zero blushed, glancing back at X. “Uh… yeah… among other… things…”
“L-like what?”
“All sorts of fun stuff!” Omega announced as he walked back into the room, although he still limped. He handed X a plastic bag. “Here, darling… your very own kink-kit.”
X blushed hard as he glanced at the bag in his hands, at a loss of what to do. “K-kink-kit?”
“Let me ask you something, X…” Omega’s voice brought X’s eyes back up, where the smaller Reploid of the three was wrapping his arms around Zero’s waist.
“Uhm… what?”
Omega’s trademark smirk, just like Zero’s, blossomed on his face before he grabbed the back of Zero’s head and kissed him deeply. X’s blush dominated his entire face, probably down to his neck, as whatever Omega was doing between their lips cause Zero to moan ever so slightly and run his hands down Omega’s back to his hips, pulling the slender version of himself closer and kissing him deeper. X couldn’t help the yelp that came out of his throat when Zero gave Omega a light spank, and the future Reploid broke the kiss with a laugh.
Turning back to the thoroughly embarrassed Blue Bomber, Omega winked. “Did you find that hot?”
X dropped the plastic bag, spilling its erotic contents as he covered his face with his hands. He hadn’t realized it, but the moment the blondes started kissing X had stared in rapt attention, his mouth slightly agape. He shook his head side to side, trying to dispel horrible thoughts coming to him. He couldn’t give in like that… he was X! X the innocent, X the prude, X that pacifist that never did anything so wonderfully naughty! Wonderfully? No no no, he couldn’t think that way. He couldn’t envision ripping that crazy Reploid who claimed to be from the future and having his way with him while Zero watched, probably enjoying the show more than he should have…
BAD X! BAD BAD BAD…
Omega moaned X’s name and X gasped, his hands dropping when he realized the strange Reploid was now right in front of him. X’s mouth opened, closed, and then opened again to say something. Anything to make him stop advancing, stop giving him that intense stare that felt like he was reading X’s thoughts as the naughty things swelled up.
Tell him to back off, to go away!
X choked when Omega gathered him into his arms and kissed him. His brain, already on the verge of crashing, simply melted then and there. Zero watched, and although the situation was seriously getting out of hand, he still had to laugh at X’s wild expression. Omega pulled back to grasp X’s helmet and pull it off him, watching with lust and something else in his eyes as the chocolate brown hair cascaded down over X’s clouding emerald eyes.
“Beautiful,” Omega breathed. “God, X, I’ve missed you.”
“M-missed…?”
Omega claimed X’s lips again, kissing him with intense, feverish passion that is almost frightened X. The brunette yelped into Omega’s mouth as the sleeker Reploid began the chore of disengaging his armor, and as X’s eyes looked around wildly for Zero, his best friend was nowhere in sight. Did Zero leave him with this hot nutcase?
Hot? NOW you find him HOT? You’ve lost it, X, totally lost it. No use clinging to your innocent image anymore.
Deep down, X knew he was built to be as human as possible, and as a male, he instinctively liked sex. He had kept it at the back of his mind as much as he could until it seemed X could go his entire lifetime celibate, at least until Zero came around and awoken those desires in the blue-armored Hunter. But X, ever innocent X, shoved the feelings down again and tried to never think of Zero in that light. Now he had his love interest’s future self sucking on his lips, hands tossing aside his armor, and all X could do was return the kiss and let his own hands wander.
Dirty X. Perverted X. If you’re going to fall you might as well hit bottom!
When Omega broke the kiss, X’s eyes were completely clouded over, his cheeks only slightly pink and he was panting. Before Omega could say something snarky, X stepped forward from the pile of armor and captured Omega in a searing kiss, pouring every bit of his pent-up desires into it. He viciously chewed on Omega’s lower lip, sucking up the little stream of blood that issued forth. Omega’s low moan snapped something in X’s mind, the sound so close to how X envisioned Zero to sound like…
Omega yelped in surprise as he was pulled backwards and was forcibly disengaged from X, one of Zero’s strong arms around his waist and holding him a few inches off the ground. X gasped, eyes wide and his panting increased as Zero’s eyes met his.
“So,” Zero murmured. “I’ve already crossed the threshold of insanity. You gonna join me?”
“I-I-I…” X’s lower lip trembled and Omega longed to kiss him again. Zero shifted Omega under his arm, his future self growling at the degrading handling.
Zero gently grasped X’s chin and kissed his trembling lip tenderly, his tongue snaking over to trace it. Omega glanced up, noticing this wonderful angle of view he had, and stopped his struggling to watch gleefully as X readily accepted Zero’s kiss much like he did Omega’s. X’s hands cupped Zero’s cheeks as he sighed into the kiss, the restrictive jump suit he still wore beginning to chafe his growing hardness. As X and Zero lovingly kissed, all emotion evident on their faces, Omega restrained himself from reaching out to touch X’s bulging desire, letting them enjoy their moment…
For maybe ten seconds, at least.
X accidently bit Zero’s tongue, ending their loving dance in each other mouths as he felt Omega nuzzle him down below. Zero gave a slight cry of shock and pulled away from X’s mouth, a small trickle of blood trailing down his chin. Omega laughed, highly amused as he kissed X’s hardness through the suit.
“Don’t forget me,” Omega heatedly panted, teasingly mouthing what he could. X nearly squealed, pulling himself away from Omega’s ministrations.
“You’re being a bad slave again,” Zero growled, and Omega glanced up at him. “Here I was thinking I was going to have fun with two slaves… but I think now, you’ve just earned a second master, Omega.”
The reaction to that was what Zero expected: Omega moaned and fought against Zero’s hold on him. With a snort, Zero heaved the struggling Reploid back to the bedroom, and X had no other choice but to follow, desire and curiosity making a deadly mix in his mind. There, hanging from a low rafter, was a long strap of leather. Zero put Omega down and seized his wrists, jerking his arms up and back as he reached for the hanging bit of leather. Swiftly, almost cruelly, Zero tightly tied the strap around each wrist twice before pulling them together, and Omega was forced to stand on the balls of his feet to avoid hanging and risking his arms to pop out of their sockets.
X watched, fascinated beyond belief, as Zero fastened a strange collar around Omega’s neck. Attached to the front was a chin rest, but when Zero tucked it under Omega’s chin, it forced the smaller Reploid’s head up, his eyes only able to look at the ceiling. It was almost as effective as blindfolding, robbing Omega again of the pleasure of seeing an attractive man have his way with him.
“Can I…” X’s small voice pulled Zero’s attention to him, and Omega tried to turn his head as well, but the collar held him steadfastly in place. “Can I… try? You know… whipping him?”
Zero grinned as Omega let out a pitiful sounding moan at X’s timid request. “Sure, I think the whip was put in your kink-kit. Go grab it while I get him oiled up and ready.”
X tried not to look too eager as he jogged back to the living room, kicking his armor pieces aside to get to the bag he dropped. The whip peeked out from underneath, and when X seized it, the bag fluttered away to reveal a myriad of different toys. X blushed as he studied them, then grabbed a few items before getting back to the bedroom. Zero had turned on the bedroom light, although he kept it very dim, and the slick back and bottom of Omega stole X’s breath away. His hair stuck to his skin in some places, and Omega was thrusting his chest forward and his hips back, groaning against his bonds.
X handed Zero the extra items, and the blond let out a loud cackle that sent shivers down Omega’s spine, causing him to shaking and grip his leather bonds tightly. Unable to see what was going on, Omega’s skin went into a hyper-sensitive mode, feeling even the hot, moist air of Zero’s breath against his navel seconds before the kiss actually registered, and Omega’s hips jerked forward as some sort of cold, metal ring enclosed the base of his jutting desire. A blush dominated Omega’s face when Zero removed his hand, and Omega heard the gentle tinkling of bells and felt the tear-drop shaped weights hanging from it.
So decorated, Zero gave X the okay, and Omega wailed as his new lover cracked his back with the strap. X stared, awed and excited, as the angry red mark appeared on Omega’s oiled back. A part of him howled with delight and X whipped him again and again, loving how contrasted the red marks and welts looked on Omega’s skin. What enchanted X further was how Omega moved against the whippings, leaning his body away and snapping it forward just as X brought the tool against him, the future Reploid’s cries making X feel drunk with desire. Zero watched from his seat on the bed, smirking at the near childish delight on X’s face and the tears of passion streaming down Omega’s cheeks.
Although it was himself, and Zero didn’t move seeing it in such lovely agony, the Hunter still felt a little moved to show Omega the appreciation the two felt for his hunger for punishment. Zero stood, pulling a small stepping stool over so he could loom over Omega and look into his eyes, smiling as the whiplash tore a ragged cry from his future self. Between sharp yelps and tears, Omega murmured nonsense to himself as more tears streaked down his face.
“Why are you crying so much?” Zero asked tenderly, leaning forward and licking the tears. “I thought you liked this?”
Omega was going to answer, but X whipped him soundly, and he could only manage a half-sobbing, half-moaning as he strained to kiss Zero. The Hunter obliged, their kiss soft and chaste in the chaos of erotic whip cracks and X’s near-insane, pleased giggles as Omega’s rear danced side to side when the leather connected with cheek.
The Reploid from the future never felt so devoured, so utterly taken as Zero kissed him and X punished his backside. Even all the times Zero has claimed him, even in the past when he had his own X, Omega felt suspended in agony and delight in heights he could have never imagined before. He never shared this disturbing intimacy before, never let his inner slave out this clearly, and now that he had Omega never wanted to leave again.
Just as Zero pulled away from the kiss, alarm crossed his face and X froze as Omega’s cries of agonized pleasure suddenly turned a single scream of pure pain. X dropped the whip and rushed to Omega as Zero jumped down, desire temporarily dampened as they inspected the huge, deep and profusely bleeding gash X managed to inflict. New, hot tears of actual hurt coursed down Omega’s cheeks and he whimpered, although why he’d never understand. He had been blown apart to pieces before-what was a single gash? Was it because it was X?
“I think…” Omega gasped when he finally found his voice. “You found my pain threshold.”
Zero inspected the wound carefully, and although it looked terrible-and probably hurt pretty bad-it wasn’t life threatening. The Hunter chuckled, “Really? A little blood is your limit?”
“Fuck, you hit a fucking nerve under the plates…” Omega muttered.
X bent down to pick up something off the ground, showing it to Zero with wide, apologetic eyes. “Considering I managed to slice his hair, which is supposedly as indestructible as yours… I think I hit him pretty hard…”
Zero let out a low whistle. His hair was known to survive fires, explosions, nuclear acid and direct Buster shots… and X managed to cut it with a regular leather whip? “Jeez X… carried away much?” Zero lightly patted Omega’s bottom. “Clean up your mess X, make him feel better. Looks like I’m going to have to train you before letting you come near me with a whip…”
Omega’s pain dulled as he felt X’s little tongue clean his wound, soon leaving him quivering again in wanton desire. The cut stung a little when the tip of X’s tongue touched the torn edges of skin, but the brunette apologized through his tender licking, soothing the little shocks of pain. Omega’s repair system kicked into gear, repairing the sliced metal plates under the skin before the skin itself closed up, leaving X to drag his tongue down Omega’s hip to catch the last of the blood.
“Poor Omega,” Zero crooned. “Even a bad slave didn’t deserve that much… C’mere X. Stand on the stool and comfort him… I’ll whip him properly.”
“More?” Omega moaned pitifully.
“Yes, and remember the proper way of speaking to me. You need a good whipping to make up for the careless one of an under-trained master… you know you do.” Zero was probably grinning for all Omega could see. “Now, ask for it properly.”
“Zero, you sadist,” Omega bit his cheek when X gave the little weights hanging off his member a tug, pulling down then letting it bounce up a bit, ringing the degrading bells. “X!”
“Answer properly, Omega.” Zero admonished.
X chuckled, tugging the weights again and Omega mewled at the torturous way it both tormented and pleasured him, terrible little bells and all. “Master…”
“You have two masters, Omega. Acknowledge the second one.” Zero lightly pressed the handle of the whip between Omega’s buttocks, and the future Reploid’s hips moved forward.
“I want…” Omega swallowed, already new tears forming in his eyes. Why was he crying? “I want a proper whipping… masters.”
“This is insane,” X giggled as he climbed up on the stool. He smiled so cheerfully down at the captive Reploid, speaking a little louder as Zero began the punishment so he could be heard over Omega’s moans and the smacking sound of leather meeting flesh. “And yet so fun…”
Omega could tell the difference between X whipping him and Zero whipping him almost instantaneously. Where X struck with carelessness like a hyper-active brat, Zero was much more precise and careful, his strap never striking the same place twice. Welts layered on welts where X had repeatedly hit him, but Zero covered every inch of Omega’s back, ass and thighs with angry red markings, pulsing shots of agony streaking up into his groin then up his spine, making him arch. X’s brilliant smile, so innocent and beautiful, floated above Omega’s face.
“Kiss me,” Omega moaned as another strike got him across both calves. “X, kiss me…!”
X was about to obliged when he frowned slightly, bringing a finger up to his lips and winking down at the suffering Omega. “You can’t call me X.”
The sleek Reploid moaned, rocking his body with abandon against Zero’s refined lashes and his desire to rub against X’s body, who stood so close but always pulled away. “Master…” Omega sobbed.
“What?” X asked sweetly. “Don’t demand of me… you beg for it.”
Cruel, cruel little X with his sweet smiles and tantalizing lips so close Omega could already taste his kiss. His skin returned to the hyper-sensitivity and Omega longed to feel X’s hot little body crushed against his, preferably with Zero whipping him instead…
“Please, please kiss me…” Omega pleaded softly around little whimpers.
X’s expression was so sweet, so familiar, that when he kissed Omega the captive Reploid had unknowingly burst into fresh tears that had little to do with lust and agony, all to do with old emotions and memories. He kissed X for all he was worth, his body still undulating beneath the musical crack of Zero’s merciless whip, and Omega completely and utterly lost himself in his inner slave and gave it all to X’s soft, soft lips and Zero’s soul-shattering beatings.
X undid the collar around Omega’s slowly, pulling from the kiss to toss it aside before re-claiming the panting mouth with his own. Zero’s strikes became lazy and almost tender as he watched the two beautiful men kiss, smiling to himself before stopping the beatings completely. X slowly began to step down from the stool, bringing Omega’s head down and straining to keep kissing him. X was too short to keep the contact when his feet were flat on the ground, and his eyes were half-closed as they bore into Omega’s. Omega tried to reach for him in every possible way, but something held him back, be it his bonds or X just being too far away.
So agonizingly slow, X’s hands trailed down Omega’s heaving chest, pausing to press onto his nipples. When the bound Reploid groaned, X pulled on them, rolling them between his fingers until his tongue joined his hands on the downward journey. Omega could have cried with bliss as X slipped the weighted ring off his throbbing member, those sweet lips grazing the tip so softly that Omega barely felt it, hyper-sensitive and all, and he nearly went over the edge from that contact alone. Omega whimpered, mewled, moan and quivered, begging with every piece of thrown away dignity he had.
That begging became frustrating sobs as Zero pulled X away from Omega, pulling the brunette’s arms around his neck and claiming X’s lips for his own. Omega thrashed against his bonds, threatening to pop his shoulders out of their sockets as X moaned so seductively into Zero’s mouth, their lips parting to show teasing glimpses of dancing, glistening tongues and teeth. Zero’s cheeks sunk in slightly as he sucked on X’s tongue, his hands trailing up to X’s neck and finding the zipper underneath the hidden fold of cloth. Omega writhed, pumping his hips in vain as Zero slowly pulled the zipper down, his eyes glinting mischievously at Omega’s apparently suffering. The future Reploid’s eyes were trained on the pale, virginal and unmarked skin that began to show as Zero peeled the suit off X. Suddenly without clothes, as stark naked as the blondes, X broke the kiss with a gasp and lowered his eyes, blushing bashfully.
Zero whispered loving words into X’s ears as he kissed them, running his hands along the supple skin, utterly possessing X with just his caresses. Omega squirmed, afraid of the new tortures Zero was certainly brewing in his head…
X was again the stuttering, blushing virgin as Zero murmured to him, caressed him, made X melt and tip his head back with divine sighs and gorgeous moans that made Omega’s head swim. Zero practically tuned Omega out as all attention was lavished on innocent, gentle X. Soft, tender kisses and slow, deliberate strokes of Zero’s palms had rendered X into putty, his eyes wide and shining in the dim light.
“If I could,” Zero murmured loud enough for Omega to hear, “I’d tie you up as well X, and show you what makes Omega dance so exquisitely when beaten…”
X’s eyes widened more, and although he was a little afraid Zero would still do it to him, he panted anxiously. He kissed Zero fervently, but Zero kept things slow and careful, pulling from the kiss when X tried to get too passionate.
“But you’re still a little too tender to break just yet,” Zero nuzzled X’s neck, one eye peeking up at Omega with a devilish shine. “And it’s our first time… not my ultimate dream of it, but it’ll do, even with a watcher…”
“I love you, Zero,” X whispered reverently. “Even if it took walking in on you screwing yourself I’m glad I finally said it.”
Zero laughed. “I love you too, X. Now, go give Omega an appreciative kiss… then join me on the bed…”
X paused, uncertain if he wanted to shatter the near-perfect emotional moment, but he relaxed and turned back to the bound Reploid and stepped up on the stool. Omega devoured the kiss, leaning into it, deriving what pleasure he could before the imminent torture of what’ll be the most arousing sight began.
X patted his hardness before withdrawing, making Omega moaned and his hips jut forward after the brunette moving to the bed. There, Zero gathered X into his arms, and to his horror Omega realized his position in the room gave him the perfect place to watch, no detail would be hidden to his eyes. Omega bit his lip, but still he couldn’t help the moan bursting through or his furious blush. Zero captured X in a searing, soul-baring kiss before reaching for a tube of lubrication.
Oh gods, Omega’s mind whimpered as he watched Zero practically worship X’s body, his lips moving over every centimeter and his hands fondling every part of him, all in plain sight of Omega’s eyes. And how X tossed his head back and gasped! The arch of his back, the sheets he started to fist in his palms as Zero knelt between his legs and took X into his mouth… the sight strained on Omega, making his already hard length throb with pain and need.
Omega moaned as loud as X, unable to help himself as he watched X’s hips buck up to Zero’s greedy mouth, Zero groaning and causing vibrations around X and making him squirm more. Omega swallowed back as many moans and whimpers as he could as he watched X’s face scrunch up, then a blessed scream issued from his throat as he hit his peak. Omega couldn’t help himself, his body shaking and practically convulsing with need when Zero did not relent, regardless of X’s release, his head still bobbing up and down in a slow, steady rhythm that was driving Omega insane.
Take him, Omega silently pleaded, his eyes devouring every detail of the two before him. Good gods, take him… take him now, then for the love of all that is holy and divine take me!
Zero pulled X out of his mouth when the brunette smartly smacked his head in his pleasured thrashing, and the blond nuzzled X’s thigh before peeking up at the furiously blushing Omega, winking. Zero kissed so agonizingly slow back up to X’s mouth, where they met lips and melted against each other, grinding their stunning bodies together.
Omega could feel blisters forming on his wrists as he yanked against his bonds, wanting nothing more than to mount Zero when he pushed into X, sandwich his past self between him and X and rock their bodies together to completion. And tit for tat, Omega wanted to take Zero raw, slap his and X’s backsides until they were warm and pink under his palms, bite down on their enticing throats and make them moan for him when he rammed into Zero, making Zero drive into X…
X sudden yowl snapped Omega back to reality with a sharp gasp, his black eyes widening as he watched X squirm on Zero’s slick fingers. When did he get the lube out? The questioning ended swiftly in Omega’s mind as Zero was pushing a fourth digit into X, who was, for supposedly being a virgin, enjoying the wide stretching of his entrance. Zero squeezed some more slippery gel onto his hand, leaning over and kissing X as his wiggled that hand until…
Even Omega, in all of his sexual prime back in the day, never did to his X what Zero was doing now. Omega’s blush was not from desire, but now from seeing something new, odd, and rather fascinating. Zero glanced at Omega with a wide grin as he used half a bottle of lubrication to slip his entire fist into X, who’s eyes were rolled back and he was groaning deep, throaty sounds of raw delight with a bit of pain in the mix.
Zero said something in that low, incredibly sexy voice of his, but all sounds were now blocked, all sights gone except for that image of X impaled on Zero’s fist, his hands now wrapped around his still hard member and his legs wide apart to give Omega the best view. The bound Reploid even missed X’s saucy grin, completely enthralled by the way X’s hips were lifted off the bed then pushed back down as Zero pumped his arm, X’s slender fingers working himself and his whimpers of satisfaction putting Omega’s systems into overdrive.
It was too much, it was all too much and Omega wailed openly, unabashedly. He thrashed against the leather strap, not caring it cut into his skin and blood started a lazy journey down his arms. Omega begged for all his worth, even as X’s orgasmic scream temporarily drowned him out. He pleaded, swung his body around, cried and beseeched, imploring every seductive tool he had at his disposal.
“That’s it,” Zero’s voice cut through Omega’s frantic pleading, momentarily silencing him. “Writhe for us, beg for us…”
“Please,” Omega sobbed, watching with obvious need as Zero withdrew his hand from X. “Please, one of you, both of you… Now, please, now…”
“Look at him, X…” Zero crooned. X opened one eye, still panting from his heavens-shattering high. “Think he’s suffered enough?”
X smirked, grabbing a handful of Zero’s hair to pull himself up. “Just wait,” the brunette purred into Zero’s ear. “I’ll have you like that one day…”
“We’ll see about that,” Zero laughed before getting up. Seeing Zero approach him, himself still hard, only made Omega grind his hips in eagerness, wanting to see Zero put that thing to use again.
Stop talking… Omega’s mind raged. When Zero was in range Omega lashed out with his legs, wrapping them around his past self’s waist and tried to impale himself, but Zero’s reflexes were quick and he grabbed Omega’s writhing hips, lightly poking the entrance with his tip. Omega cried, his entire body quivering in Zero’s hands.
“Get him down, X,” Zero ordered affectionately. “His arms are probably exhausted.”
X got up on the stool, tugging at the tight knots that held Omega captive. From all the struggling the sleek Reploid did, the knots were not going to come undone, and X ended up going to Zero’s living room to retrieve his saber and cut the leather. Zero caught Omega in his arms, and although his wrists were still tied together, the Hunter whirled around and put his future self down on the bed, spreading his legs wide.
Zero motioned for X to come over, handing him the half-used tube of slippery sex gel with a grin. “I’ve already had a piece of my own ass…” he lifted one of Omega’s legs up and gave the exposed cheek a sound slap. Omega moaned, bucking his hips up as Zero’s hand irritated the welts still there. “I think you deserve a shot at him. Be a little gentle though… he’s liable to explode at any second.”
X’s eyes shimmered with excitement as he poured some of the tube’s contents onto his hand. Before he could use it on Omega’s entrance, Zero grabbed his hand and made the brunette smear the gel all over himself.
“Just take ‘em,” Zero muttered.
X hooked Omega’s legs around his small waist, pushing against Omega with gentle prodding. The Reploid under him wailed and pushed back, moaning in bliss when X’s tip entered him, then the entire length, filling him divinely and releasing some of the tension Omega felt.
“I don’t need you to be gentle,” Omega hissed, sitting up and looping his arms over X’s head, his wrists still bound by the leather. “Take me hard and take me rough.”
Just as X tightened his grip on Omega’s hips, he squeaked as he felt something slick and large push against him. Zero’s hair spilled over X’s shoulder as the taller Hunter pushed X down slightly, pushing inside of him. Omega wiggled his wrists until the leather finally slipped off and he grabbed Zero’s shoulders, pulling him forward so all three crashed together on the piled, piled on top of one another. The weight from Zero shoved X deeper into Omega, who moaned in ecstasy and thrust his hips up against X.
Zero buried himself firmly into X, whispering in his ear as he started to pull out. X followed suit, and when Zero slammed back into him it jarred X’s hips forward, thrusting him into Omega. Coordination was so established, and Omega was screaming his delight when the strength of two powerful Hunters slammed into him each thrust, crushing him into the mattress and causing lights to explode behind his tightly shut eyes. Zero pushed harder down on X, forcing him to bend forward more, and Omega shivered when he heard his past self open-handedly spank X with each powerful thrust, the vibrations filtering down against Omega.
Omega’s nails dug into Zero’s shoulders, breaking skin and drawing a bit of blood as he raked his hands up and down Zero’s powerful arms. X buried his face in Omega’s neck, panting and whining as Zero increased his pace and spanking, breaking the set rhythm they had. Soon X’s voice rose to scream with Omega as Zero alone controlled their frenzied threesome, Zero’s voice pitching in a high frequency whine as X clenched him hard.
X bit into Omega’s neck as he came, and the sharp pain stabbing through the haze of mounting pleasure and desire did it for Omega. He screamed one of their names, possibly both somehow, clawing at Zero’s arms and bucking wildly against X as he went over the edge and plummeted to the completion he so craved.
Pleasure slammed into every one of his systems, and before he knew it, Omega blacked out from the intensity.
~*~
By the time Omega’s systems rigged themselves back online, he was laying on his stomach on the bed, sprawled out and clutching a pillow. He groggily lifted his head, wincing when fresh sunlight streamed through a slightly opened window, a gentle breeze caressing his still naked backside. The welts and lash marks, even the jagged cut from X, had long healed during his forced hibernation state from the sensory overload.
Trickles of pleasure from last night made Omega shiver delightfully as he looked around the bedroom for his bedmates. Sound registered last in his mind, and he heard the shower running as well as the wet smacking of the lovemaking happening in there. Omega smirked, rolling to his side and closing his eyes, letting X’s wails of pleasure and the thumping against the shower walls lull him back to sleep.
Omega was shaken away by Zero, who stood over him with only a towel dangling from his head and droplets from the shower falling onto Omega’s face. The future Reploid blinked several times as water hit his cheeks, and he sat up as he swiped the water away. X sat at the end of the bed, but his towel was actually around his waist.
“You’ll have to go soon, right?” X muttered.
“Yeah…” Omega brought his legs up to rest his chin on his knees, noticing his wrists had healed and someone had completely removed the leather. “Guess I killed the mood when I blacked out, eh?”
“Naw,” Zero sat down heavily next to him, rubbing his head vigorously with the tower. “X followed shortly after, don’t feel bad.”
X blushed adorably, looking away with a small smile on his face. “I’d never would have imagined I’d do that sort of stuff…” the brunette admitted nervously.
“Did you have fun?” Omega winked.
“Tons. As futile as it is, I want you to stay, even…” X’s eyes shot to the floor in embarrassment. “I-I mean… not just because of… you know… But I think…”
Omega shrugged. “Its cause I’m Zero and you love him, so the feeling gets overflowed to me. If I could I would. But really… could you honestly handle two Zero’s on a constant basis?”
“It’d be an interesting challenge…” X then crawled to Omega, lightly kissing his lips. “Then, before you go… one more time?”
Omega and Zero blinked at him before simultaneously bursting into hearty laughter. Omega parted his legs and pulled X close, kissing him deeply and grabbing Zero by his hair, yanking him down as Omega fell back onto the bed.
Evening fell and gone by the time Omega was dressed and waiting in the ruins of Sky Lagoon, Zero and X holding hands nearby. Omega checked his Buster pistol, blowing away excess dirt before holstering it and turning back to his lovers. One of them was his own past self, the other the past version of the man Omega was in love with. The future Reploid would be lying if he said he felt nothing for the two and their time together, but he knew the feelings were in vain-he belonged to a future he was unhappy in, and they belong to a past he had to let go.
Omega first went up to Zero, gently grasping the blonde’s face in his palms. “All I can tell you,” Omega murmured as he brought Zero down a bit, pressing the forehead jewels of their helmets together, “Is you’ll never stop fighting… you can’t stop fighting until the very end. And then you fight some more, until there’s nothing left to possibly fight for. When you get to that point… well. Hope you’re dead by then. Or make a time machine and fuck your past self.” Omega winked.
Zero laughed. “Sure. Just tell me one thing…”
“What?”
“Is there anyone from here… there?”
Omega frowned, and instead of answering he kissed Zero. The kiss was devoid of passion, of almost any emotion at all, shocking Zero. In mid kiss Omega poured a little bit of hope into it before pulling away, black eyes emotionless. Zero brought his fingers to his lips, eyes shimmering as he read the meaning.
Omega then turned to X, who closed his eyes when Omega brought their foreheads together. “No matter what, X, you can’t stop fighting for your dream. You’ll get it in the end, but don’t lax. Don’t get haughty. Be you, stay true…” at this point Omega choked, finally claiming X in a kiss that tugged the blue-armored Reploid’s heart.
Whatever Zero will go through, he’ll bear the scars forever, and X saw those scars when Omega pulled away and stared into his eyes with a lingering gaze. Zero waited, patient and understanding, even if he gripped X’s hand possessively still.
“Well,” Omega stepped back, arms folded behind his head. “Well… Ciao.”
“Be careful, Zero,” X called to him.
“Don’t do anything you shouldn’t, even if you want to,” Zero smirked.
“Likewise, Zero!” The future Reploid laughed just as his body defragmented into tiny, thin black squares that vanished seconds later.
~The Future~
Ciel whirled around in her chair as she heard the machine roar to life, and Zero materialized back. With a joyful cry she tackled hugged him, but Zero wailed in pain and she gasped, letting him go as he fell to the ground.
“Oh, Zero…! What happened? Call the medical bay, quickly!” she shouted.
“No.” Zero hissed. “I’m fine. Just sore.”
“Sore?? Why are you sore? Did something happen?” all innocence and naiveté, that was sweet little girl Ciel. Zero sometimes wanted to vomit-not even X was as bad as her.
“Got too carried away…” a wide grin spread throughout his face.
Ciel clapped her hands happily. “So you saw X? You didn’t mess anything up did you…?” she looked at him suspiciously.
“Anything change?”
“No…”
“Then not… I did not screw anything up…” Zero’s grin only grew, and Ciel was left baffled as he walked to the back of the base toward his personal rooms.
Ciel noted with worry he also walked with a limp, but she did not want to dispel his good mood, and so let him go.