Omero - "Powerless"
I dunno, was trying to take a nap and bam, random inspiration for fucked up blond bonking.
In some ways, it seemed that Zero was built to be the definition of irony.
As he cautiously crawled under the creaking debris of buildings and Reploid bodies, Zero felt like he wanted to vomit. In the ruins of Sky Lagoon, the same ruins where the Repliforce incident started, was the same battlefield he first encountered his ultimate enemy: his own body used against him, coded 'Omega.'
When Zero reached the end of the tunnel and rose to his feet, more reasons for him being ironic came to him. His own body was his own enemy, and his own dirty, disgusting little secret.
Hands he knew reaching for him caressed his face and hair, dislodging his helmet and tossing it among the scrap of the makeshift cave. Zero's knees felt weak when he registered those bloodthirsty ruby eyes, that wide and insane smirk, framed by ever familiar golden hair.
"Hello, Zero," Omega purred, his eyes becoming half-lidded as he stepped closer. "Didn't feel like playing the usual game?"
The game... the mention of it made Zero sick. "I can't do this anymore," Zero said, his voice low, dangerous, yet Omega kept petting him. "The Elf Wars are coming to an end, and with it, so does this."
"Yes, that is unfortunate, that I'll have to kill you so soon. You're such an exquisite plaything... even for a mere copy.” Omega snickered, framing Zero’s face in his palms.
“You? Kill me? What makes you so sure?”
The original brought their faces close, lips brushing lips, hot breath washing over Zero’s face. “Because of the power I have over you… that you so willingly submit to me.”
“That has nothing to do with the battlefield,” Zero hissed, resisting to close the distance. Dangerous energy crackled about them, and the mere threat of it made Zero’s lower armor feel tighter.
“Isn’t that the game, Zero? We meet on the battlefield, fierce and terrible fighting occurs… and you let me overpower you,” Omega’s voice dropped to guttural groaning, and Zero’s breath hitched, “let me beat you down, rip your clothes off and take you as I want.” His lips brushed along Zero’s cheek before dropping to the copy’s neck, and he felt Zero’s entire body tense. “I can’t complain… I so do love your rape fetish.”
“I have no such fetish. It’s not rape if I am willing.”
Omega chuckled against Zero’s throat. “Oh, but how you pretend… You scream so much louder when I slam into you without any sort of lubricant… you come so much faster when I bind you, so much harder when I hurt you…”
Omega’s amusement only grew as each murmured statement made Zero’s breath quicken more and more, his eyes widening and his body tensing more. The original ran his fingers through Zero’s hair gently, then suddenly seized the strands at the back of Zero’s head with a jerking, bruising grip and pulled him back from Omega with a snap, causing Zero to give a soft cry of pain.
“You just love being my bitch, don’t you, Zero?” Omega taunted. “X won’t ever take you how you like it. Rough, punishing… you want so badly to be broken, and you know only I can break you!”
Zero glared at him, so defiant and stubborn. “I’m not broken, am I?”
“Admit it, Zero.” The original snickered, tightening his grip on Zero’s hair as the other hand grabbed his torso armor. “Submit to me.”
“Like hell!”
Omega snapped the armor off and Zero tried to step back, the movement causing Omega to fist more of his hair and jerk his head back further. Zero grunted, then his entire face colored as Omega’s other hand grabbed him between his legs, balls and all, in a threatening grip.
“You said it yourself, the game has to end. So beg for it, Zero… why else have you come? Beg for me to break you, to fuck you one more time the way you always wanted to be fucked.” Omega tightened both hands and Zero gave a high-pitched wail. “Beg for it!”
“N-no…!” Zero tried to shake his head, bringing his hands to strike Omega.
Omega snarled, red eyes flashing dangerously. The hand in Zero’s hair gripped the back of his neck and threw him across the makeshift cave, and the copy grunted as his head impacted a large piece of metal. He slid to the ground, disoriented for a moment as Omega skulked to him. Zero tried to get back on his feet, but was forced to the ground when Omega slammed his foot into Zero’s back.
“Stubborn little bitch to the end, are you?” Omega growled. “Oh, but don’t think I can’t see past your little ploy… I’ll make you scream for me, just like I have been doing ever since you bent over for me the first time!”
Zero grunted as Omega slammed his foot down on his back again, frustration rising in him with each hit. It didn’t hurt that much, did barely any damage, yet why was he still on the ground? Why didn’t he get up and end this, once and for all, this sick and twisted game?!
Zero heard Omega pull something from his belt, and immediately the blond tried to scramble away. A crack snapped in the air and Zero cried out when the bladed edge of a chain whip sliced through his protective suit and deeply cut into his skin. Blood poured profusely as Omega snapped the whip again, chasing the scrambling Zero around the cave.
Omega threw his hand back, aimed carefully, then again snapped the whip. Instead of slicing into Zero’s back, the whip instead wrapped around the retreating blond’s neck and jerked him backwards with a loud choke. Omega strode up to Zero, reaching down and grabbing first Zero’s left arm, wrapping the whip around the wrist, then repeating the action to the right. His head forced back, Zero whimpered as Omega pushed him down onto his chest and knees; the original kicked his legs so far apart his hips were only a foot from the ground.
Grabbing at a burned edge of undersuit, Omega jerked back with a cackle, tearing off the lower end of Zero’s suit from his midback to his knees. The copy wailed, both at the situation and at himself.
Zero choked as he felt the cold, metal toe of Omega’s boot touched the tip of his hardness, hearing the original snicker behind him. “This is the quickest I’ve seen you get this hard, Zero. I knew you loved being beaten and tied.”
“You sick fuck,” Zero cried, hot tears trickling down his face. “You sick, demented, twisted, disgusting piece of scrapped shit!”
Omega tore the fabric clean off of Zero and folded it into a thicker strip. “Yes, I am… but you’re the one who gets off on it, so who’s the more demented fuck?”
Zero was not given time to answer-immediately after speaking Omega looped the strip of ripped undersuit around Zero’s head and forced it between his teeth, tying it tightly behind him. Zero gnawed on the fabric, but how it was doubled up, it would take him hours to chew through it.
“Moan for me, Zero,” Omega groaned, his hands roughly parting Zero’s buttocks, causing the copy to rock his hips. “That’s right; you want it, don’t you? Beg for it, you little bitch.”
Zero shook his head the best he could, refusing to give in. No, he did not secretly enjoy this insanity! He didn’t crave the pain; he didn’t want more shame to build in him. The guilt, the indignity, he didn’t want it!
Zero sobbed behind his gag as Omega carelessly jammed the whip handle into him, and he felt as if he were being split apart. Omega pulled back, then jerked it back into him, sending Zero’s hips rocking and pushing his entire body slightly forward. Tears glittered at the base of Zero’s eyes, a pained and agonized wince on his face… yet he blushed hard, moaned between tormented sobs, pushed back against the handle and tried to toss his head back.
Make it stop! Zero mentally screamed, horrified at the disgusting enjoyment he took from being so violated. He felt blood course down his thighs, sharp pain worming its way to higher levels, and it only further raised his excitement.
He exalted in being so helpless, so defenseless. Omega was correct in that only he could do this to Zero, bring this out in him. Zero had all the power Omega had, even then some… he was among the most powerful beings alive, and to be so humbled, so degraded and thrown down…
Zero moaned, chewing viciously at the strap in his mouth, his hips jerking back and forth with the hard in and out of the metal handle, Omega’s palm soon slapping Zero’s rear hard enough to leave hand-sized bruises. He never felt so used and disgusting until Omega got his hands on him, and the shame of it was more addictive than the power of the Maverick Virus ever was. Stripped of his pride and dignity, left bare and beaten… it was more glorious than anything Zero experienced.
Omega grabbed the knot at the back of Zero’s head, jerking it back and bending over him to leer down at him. He untied the strap, and he did not even have to prompt for a response; Zero immediately began to sob loudly the moment the cloth was out of his mouth.
“Break me,” Zero pleaded. “Oh, God, break me, please.”
Omega jammed the whip handle as far into him as possible, the blunted end stabbing into what should have been a pure pleasure spot, yet Zero yelped in agony. “Just break you?” Omega purred.
“Destroy me, fuck me, overpower me…” Zero rasped, yelping as Omega pulled the handle back then slammed it back deeply in. He swore this time he was also internally bleeding. “Omega, please!”
“Please, what?” the original taunted, jerking the handle out of Zero completely. It dripped with blood, and he rubbed the coated item between Zero’s buttocks.
Zero let out a loud, long sob. “Stop,” he whined. “Stop, stop, I can’t take it anymore, just kill me… fuck me, kill me, just make it all stop…”
“Now where’s the fun in that?” Omega snickered. He pressed a button on the whip, and the coil of it suddenly vanished. Zero’s arms dropped to the dirt, yet he still laid on his chest, ass in the air. “Get up, Zero.”
Zero’s eyes widened. “N-no, Omega…”
“Get up. Get out. Go back to your precious X and let him lick your wounds.”
“No, Omega, please!”
Omega grabbed Zero’s collar, pulling him to his feet. The copy cried out in pain, unable to stay on his feet on his own. Omega cleaned his whip handle on Zero’s vest, then dropped him, watching in boredom as Zero fell back to the ground on his knees in a pathetic pile of tears, shame and ragged blond hair.
“This game ends when I say it does, not when you do,” Omega growled, backhanding Zero hard enough to toss his body to the side. “You’ll ache for me, my little copy bitch. You’ll never be able to touch X again without hating yourself for doing this. You’ll never be able to lay with X without hating him for being unable to feed this disgusting hunger of yours. I’ll be your obsession, your devotion mine alone.”
Zero moaned pathetically from the ground, his hair blocking the view of Omega teleporting out of the area, leaving his bleeding, violated body and guilty shame alone.
I might hate myself. I might hate X. But I’ll hate you more than anything…
Zero remained on the ground for several long hours, and even when his repair system fixed all of the damage, he still felt weak, powerless, and the ever disturbing desire to be debased.
IDK I'm still semi-angry so... yeah. Uh. Yeah.
In some ways, it seemed that Zero was built to be the definition of irony.
As he cautiously crawled under the creaking debris of buildings and Reploid bodies, Zero felt like he wanted to vomit. In the ruins of Sky Lagoon, the same ruins where the Repliforce incident started, was the same battlefield he first encountered his ultimate enemy: his own body used against him, coded 'Omega.'
When Zero reached the end of the tunnel and rose to his feet, more reasons for him being ironic came to him. His own body was his own enemy, and his own dirty, disgusting little secret.
Hands he knew reaching for him caressed his face and hair, dislodging his helmet and tossing it among the scrap of the makeshift cave. Zero's knees felt weak when he registered those bloodthirsty ruby eyes, that wide and insane smirk, framed by ever familiar golden hair.
"Hello, Zero," Omega purred, his eyes becoming half-lidded as he stepped closer. "Didn't feel like playing the usual game?"
The game... the mention of it made Zero sick. "I can't do this anymore," Zero said, his voice low, dangerous, yet Omega kept petting him. "The Elf Wars are coming to an end, and with it, so does this."
"Yes, that is unfortunate, that I'll have to kill you so soon. You're such an exquisite plaything... even for a mere copy.” Omega snickered, framing Zero’s face in his palms.
“You? Kill me? What makes you so sure?”
The original brought their faces close, lips brushing lips, hot breath washing over Zero’s face. “Because of the power I have over you… that you so willingly submit to me.”
“That has nothing to do with the battlefield,” Zero hissed, resisting to close the distance. Dangerous energy crackled about them, and the mere threat of it made Zero’s lower armor feel tighter.
“Isn’t that the game, Zero? We meet on the battlefield, fierce and terrible fighting occurs… and you let me overpower you,” Omega’s voice dropped to guttural groaning, and Zero’s breath hitched, “let me beat you down, rip your clothes off and take you as I want.” His lips brushed along Zero’s cheek before dropping to the copy’s neck, and he felt Zero’s entire body tense. “I can’t complain… I so do love your rape fetish.”
“I have no such fetish. It’s not rape if I am willing.”
Omega chuckled against Zero’s throat. “Oh, but how you pretend… You scream so much louder when I slam into you without any sort of lubricant… you come so much faster when I bind you, so much harder when I hurt you…”
Omega’s amusement only grew as each murmured statement made Zero’s breath quicken more and more, his eyes widening and his body tensing more. The original ran his fingers through Zero’s hair gently, then suddenly seized the strands at the back of Zero’s head with a jerking, bruising grip and pulled him back from Omega with a snap, causing Zero to give a soft cry of pain.
“You just love being my bitch, don’t you, Zero?” Omega taunted. “X won’t ever take you how you like it. Rough, punishing… you want so badly to be broken, and you know only I can break you!”
Zero glared at him, so defiant and stubborn. “I’m not broken, am I?”
“Admit it, Zero.” The original snickered, tightening his grip on Zero’s hair as the other hand grabbed his torso armor. “Submit to me.”
“Like hell!”
Omega snapped the armor off and Zero tried to step back, the movement causing Omega to fist more of his hair and jerk his head back further. Zero grunted, then his entire face colored as Omega’s other hand grabbed him between his legs, balls and all, in a threatening grip.
“You said it yourself, the game has to end. So beg for it, Zero… why else have you come? Beg for me to break you, to fuck you one more time the way you always wanted to be fucked.” Omega tightened both hands and Zero gave a high-pitched wail. “Beg for it!”
“N-no…!” Zero tried to shake his head, bringing his hands to strike Omega.
Omega snarled, red eyes flashing dangerously. The hand in Zero’s hair gripped the back of his neck and threw him across the makeshift cave, and the copy grunted as his head impacted a large piece of metal. He slid to the ground, disoriented for a moment as Omega skulked to him. Zero tried to get back on his feet, but was forced to the ground when Omega slammed his foot into Zero’s back.
“Stubborn little bitch to the end, are you?” Omega growled. “Oh, but don’t think I can’t see past your little ploy… I’ll make you scream for me, just like I have been doing ever since you bent over for me the first time!”
Zero grunted as Omega slammed his foot down on his back again, frustration rising in him with each hit. It didn’t hurt that much, did barely any damage, yet why was he still on the ground? Why didn’t he get up and end this, once and for all, this sick and twisted game?!
Zero heard Omega pull something from his belt, and immediately the blond tried to scramble away. A crack snapped in the air and Zero cried out when the bladed edge of a chain whip sliced through his protective suit and deeply cut into his skin. Blood poured profusely as Omega snapped the whip again, chasing the scrambling Zero around the cave.
Omega threw his hand back, aimed carefully, then again snapped the whip. Instead of slicing into Zero’s back, the whip instead wrapped around the retreating blond’s neck and jerked him backwards with a loud choke. Omega strode up to Zero, reaching down and grabbing first Zero’s left arm, wrapping the whip around the wrist, then repeating the action to the right. His head forced back, Zero whimpered as Omega pushed him down onto his chest and knees; the original kicked his legs so far apart his hips were only a foot from the ground.
Grabbing at a burned edge of undersuit, Omega jerked back with a cackle, tearing off the lower end of Zero’s suit from his midback to his knees. The copy wailed, both at the situation and at himself.
Zero choked as he felt the cold, metal toe of Omega’s boot touched the tip of his hardness, hearing the original snicker behind him. “This is the quickest I’ve seen you get this hard, Zero. I knew you loved being beaten and tied.”
“You sick fuck,” Zero cried, hot tears trickling down his face. “You sick, demented, twisted, disgusting piece of scrapped shit!”
Omega tore the fabric clean off of Zero and folded it into a thicker strip. “Yes, I am… but you’re the one who gets off on it, so who’s the more demented fuck?”
Zero was not given time to answer-immediately after speaking Omega looped the strip of ripped undersuit around Zero’s head and forced it between his teeth, tying it tightly behind him. Zero gnawed on the fabric, but how it was doubled up, it would take him hours to chew through it.
“Moan for me, Zero,” Omega groaned, his hands roughly parting Zero’s buttocks, causing the copy to rock his hips. “That’s right; you want it, don’t you? Beg for it, you little bitch.”
Zero shook his head the best he could, refusing to give in. No, he did not secretly enjoy this insanity! He didn’t crave the pain; he didn’t want more shame to build in him. The guilt, the indignity, he didn’t want it!
Zero sobbed behind his gag as Omega carelessly jammed the whip handle into him, and he felt as if he were being split apart. Omega pulled back, then jerked it back into him, sending Zero’s hips rocking and pushing his entire body slightly forward. Tears glittered at the base of Zero’s eyes, a pained and agonized wince on his face… yet he blushed hard, moaned between tormented sobs, pushed back against the handle and tried to toss his head back.
Make it stop! Zero mentally screamed, horrified at the disgusting enjoyment he took from being so violated. He felt blood course down his thighs, sharp pain worming its way to higher levels, and it only further raised his excitement.
He exalted in being so helpless, so defenseless. Omega was correct in that only he could do this to Zero, bring this out in him. Zero had all the power Omega had, even then some… he was among the most powerful beings alive, and to be so humbled, so degraded and thrown down…
Zero moaned, chewing viciously at the strap in his mouth, his hips jerking back and forth with the hard in and out of the metal handle, Omega’s palm soon slapping Zero’s rear hard enough to leave hand-sized bruises. He never felt so used and disgusting until Omega got his hands on him, and the shame of it was more addictive than the power of the Maverick Virus ever was. Stripped of his pride and dignity, left bare and beaten… it was more glorious than anything Zero experienced.
Omega grabbed the knot at the back of Zero’s head, jerking it back and bending over him to leer down at him. He untied the strap, and he did not even have to prompt for a response; Zero immediately began to sob loudly the moment the cloth was out of his mouth.
“Break me,” Zero pleaded. “Oh, God, break me, please.”
Omega jammed the whip handle as far into him as possible, the blunted end stabbing into what should have been a pure pleasure spot, yet Zero yelped in agony. “Just break you?” Omega purred.
“Destroy me, fuck me, overpower me…” Zero rasped, yelping as Omega pulled the handle back then slammed it back deeply in. He swore this time he was also internally bleeding. “Omega, please!”
“Please, what?” the original taunted, jerking the handle out of Zero completely. It dripped with blood, and he rubbed the coated item between Zero’s buttocks.
Zero let out a loud, long sob. “Stop,” he whined. “Stop, stop, I can’t take it anymore, just kill me… fuck me, kill me, just make it all stop…”
“Now where’s the fun in that?” Omega snickered. He pressed a button on the whip, and the coil of it suddenly vanished. Zero’s arms dropped to the dirt, yet he still laid on his chest, ass in the air. “Get up, Zero.”
Zero’s eyes widened. “N-no, Omega…”
“Get up. Get out. Go back to your precious X and let him lick your wounds.”
“No, Omega, please!”
Omega grabbed Zero’s collar, pulling him to his feet. The copy cried out in pain, unable to stay on his feet on his own. Omega cleaned his whip handle on Zero’s vest, then dropped him, watching in boredom as Zero fell back to the ground on his knees in a pathetic pile of tears, shame and ragged blond hair.
“This game ends when I say it does, not when you do,” Omega growled, backhanding Zero hard enough to toss his body to the side. “You’ll ache for me, my little copy bitch. You’ll never be able to touch X again without hating yourself for doing this. You’ll never be able to lay with X without hating him for being unable to feed this disgusting hunger of yours. I’ll be your obsession, your devotion mine alone.”
Zero moaned pathetically from the ground, his hair blocking the view of Omega teleporting out of the area, leaving his bleeding, violated body and guilty shame alone.
I might hate myself. I might hate X. But I’ll hate you more than anything…
Zero remained on the ground for several long hours, and even when his repair system fixed all of the damage, he still felt weak, powerless, and the ever disturbing desire to be debased.
IDK I'm still semi-angry so... yeah. Uh. Yeah.