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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Generator_Rex
  Relationship:
      Six/Rex, Agent_Six/Rex_Salazar
  Character:
      Agent_Six_(Generator_Rex), Rex_Salazar, Rebecca_Holiday, Noah_Nixon
  Additional Tags:
      Drama, Romance, Frottage, Oral_Sex, Anal_Sex, Masturbation, Humor,
      Rimming, Slash, Yaoi
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-12-26 Chapters: 7/7 Words: 27054
****** Aishiteru ******
by LadyDorian
Summary
     What seemed like a silly crush quickly spirals into a passionate
     affair. Why is Six so powerless against Rex's advances? Could it be
     the ache of physical loneliness? Or something even more frightening?
***** One *****
                                     One.
                                        
How many nights have I spent shrouded in this fog of sweat and saliva?
The young man beneath me writhes like a wild animal in heat, demanding more.
Blunt fingernails clawing at my back, legs clamping down on my waist, ass
tightening around my cock—he won’t be satisfied until he’s fucked raw.
“Six…” he pleads through ragged breaths, “ahh…harder…”
 Such a spoiled child.
But I’ve no one to blame for this but myself. Because I always give him
whatever he wants. Because each time I try to protest, my voice simply forgets
how to say NO.
                                      ***
                                        
“I think Rex has a crush on me.”
Holiday spun around in her chair and flashed a playful smile. “Really? I never
saw that coming.”
I regarded her with a stern gaze. “And what is that supposed to mean?”
“Oh, nothing really. It’s just that you—I mean, you’re...” she stumbled over
her words for a moment before giving up. “Why are you telling me this, anyway?”
“Because…I don’t know how to deal with it.”
She gave a quick laugh. “Come on, Six! You mean you never had an older crush
when you were his age?”
I answered with a raise of my eyebrow.
“Oh-kay…so…” There were no other techs in the lab, yet Holiday spoke in a
hushed voice. “What gives you the idea that Rex has a crush on you in the first
place?”
“Don’t you think he’s been acting strange lately?”
“Not to my knowledge.” She gestured to the bank of computers behind her. “I
monitor Rex’s biometrics every so often, and I’ve seen nothing alarming.”
Of course Holiday would be the type to immediately turn to charts and equations
when presented with a question involving human nature. “I don’t think it’s a
medical problem...But haven’t you noticed he’s a little more...” I skimmed my
brain for the appropriate term, “...affectionate toward me?”
“Oh,” she smirked. “You mean the hugs?”
“Actually, I believe ‘glomp’is the popular terminology.” I tried to subdue the
flash of heat that would rise to my face each time I thought of Rex’s new-found
habit of maniacally throwing his arms around me whenever we met. To have him so
close to me, to feel him bury his face in my chest as he squeezed tightly,
without mercy... “It’s a little awkward,” I confessed.
“Well, if you don’t like it, then say something to him. Or do one of your
evasive ninja maneuvers or flying kicks or whatever it is that you like to do.
It’s not like the two of you are strangers to violence.”
I wasn’t about to explain to Holiday that the first time I tried to employ my
“evasive ninja maneuver,” Rex quickly doubled back and gave me a sharp pinch on
the ass. At that point, I was too stunned to even attempt a flying kick. “With
all due respect, Doctor, I’d expect you of all people to realize that violence
probably isn’t the best solution to this problem.”
Her heels kicked at the floor, causing the chair to pivot back and forth. She
stared at me for a few seconds, then shrugged. “What exactly did you want me to
say? That some EVO got into his brain and rearranged his neurons? Or maybe that
he’s just having a sexual identity crisis? The most sophisticated equipment in
Providence couldn’t tell me what was going on inside that boy’s head. I don’t
know—just write it off as teenage hormones.”
“‘Teenage hormones?’ Is that your scientific answer?”
Holiday sighed, shaking her head. “Just go talk with him, Six; try to relate to
him. Tell him you know what it’s like to be a confused, pubescent teenage—”
“—Let’s not go there,” I cut in.
“Fine, Mr. Calm and Collected,” she swept a loose strand of black hair behind
her ear, “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
“Of course.” I forced a wan smile and turned to leave just as the morning shift
of technicians began to file in.
 
I had barely been out of the lab for five minutes when I spotted Rex
approaching from the far end of the hallway. “Hey, SIX!” He waved and sprinted
toward me, weaving through crowds of wandering Providence agents. There was no
escape; my only option was to brace for impact.
We connected with a crash; I staggered backwards a few feet, struggling to
adjust my center of gravity to accommodate the weight of the boy hanging around
my neck. “Man, am I glad to see you!”
His arms twisted around me like a python. “I can tell.”
Rex released me from his death-grip, but kept one gloved hand on my shoulder.
“Breakfast is crap here. Wanna spring for pancakes?”
“Sorry, Rex, but I’m busy right now.” I gingerly removed his hand.
“How about dinner, then? We could go to Burger Hut or Taco Noche.”
“Actually, I...” I fought through my anxiety. “There issomething I was hoping
to discuss with you later tonight…privately.”
The instant those words left my mouth, Rex’s face lit up like a kid’s on
Christmas morning. “Really?!”
I shot him an inquisitive stare.
“I mean, um…sure, no problem.” He lowered his voice and tried to put on a suave
expression, but it just seemed silly to me. “Just stop by my room whenever.
I’ve got nothing better to do today.”
“I’m sure Holiday would love to hear you talk that way about her daily exams,”
I teased.
Rex’s eyes darted around for a clock; I rolled up my left sleeve and flashed
him my green and black Seiko. “Ah, crap! I’m late! C’mon, Rex, get it
together!” He rubbed his face vigorously with both hands, then calmly exhaled.
“Ok. I’m cool. So…” he winked, “You got yourself a date, Six. I’ll be waiting
for you tonight.” With that, he sprang down the hall in the direction of the
lab.
As I turned and watched him gradually disappear, I unconsciously touched my
right shoulder, remembering the warmth of his hand pressed against it. I
sighed, “Why couldn’t it have been the EVO brain parasite?”
 
Though I performed my scheduled duties with the utmost care and precision, my
mind was preoccupied by thoughts of my impending “date” with Rex. I needed to
come up with a battle plan. Fighting EVOs was cut and dry, but this…this would
take time and concentration.
Holiday had told me I should try to relate to Rex—to invent some common ground
between us in order to quell his raging emotions with sympathy. She knew the
two of us were polar opposites; I’m sure she expected nothing less than some
façade on my part. But in reality, there was another side of me—one I refused
to reveal to anyone.
I really did sympathize with Rex. In his eyes I saw the desires of my younger
self, the memories of all the men I’d lusted after: fellow mercenaries, my
former partner, White Knight, countless Providence agents. But those for whom
I’d felt something deeper than physical attraction had never returned my subtle
advances or simply hadn’t noticed them. I recalled all the nights spent seeking
out a warm body to fill the void; picking up strangers in bars, fucking and
getting fucked by men whose names I didn’t know and didn’t care to know. Though
my body was sated with the pleasure it craved, the loneliness persisted. I was
unsure if love had simply evaded me, or if the concept had even existed in the
first place. Eventually, the throbbing emptiness grew so unbearable that I gave
up on relationships entirely.
It should have been easy to tell Rex to back off; I had spurned many others
before him. But for some reason, I found it hard to even think of rejecting
him. Maybe I just didn’t want to upset his fragile teenage emotions.
Or maybe I just didn’t want him to end up like me.
 
It was just past ten when I knocked on Rex’s door. The hall was dim and
deserted, most agents having returned to their quarters or settled in for the
night shift. After receiving no response, I knocked a second time. I could’ve
easily opened it with my passcode, but I was somewhat apprehensive about what
might be lurking beyond.
I then heard Rex’s muffled voice behind the thick metal, accompanied by a
frenzied shuffling of feet. “Just a sec!” The door slid open. “Hey, Six! C’mon
in!” He was wearing his favorite blue and white shirt, and a loose-fitting pair
of lounge pants. He looked a lot more comfortable in this situation than I was.
I tried to steel my nerves as I stepped past him and into the room. It’s just
Rex, I told myself. It’s not like you haven’t been able to deal with his
childish emotions before. But there was something about this situation that
alarmed me. This was the bedroom of a seventeen-year-old boy—more accurately,
it was Rex’s room—which meant piles of dirty laundry, scattered half-empty
pizza boxes, and the occasional stack of comic books. However, the scene before
me was eerily pristine; there wasn’t so much as a sock lying around. It was as
hypnotizing as watching a lava lamp.
I was jolted out of my reverie by the familiar fwwwsh of the door closing
behind me. “Um, Six? You just gonna stand there all night?”
“S-sorry, I—uh,” I stammered, still trying to shake off my initial shock. I
spun around to face him, hoping he hadn’t noticed my brief moment of
vulnerability. But the boy in front of me was as cheerfully oblivious as
always.
“Well, make yourself at home.” He strolled over to the bed and casually flopped
down, making a gesture for me to follow suit. “C’mon, Six, mi casa es su casa,
y’know?” Rex sighed, covering his face with his hands. “Ah, crap, that sounded
so lame. God, I suck at this.”
“What’s that?” I approached slowly, and perched myself beside him on the very
edge of the bed. He was shaking his head and muttering, “Get it together, Rex,”
along with some indecipherable Spanish phrases. For a moment I considered just
asking Holiday to give him some drugs to make him normal. Wasn’t that what they
usually did to hormonal teenagers? Just toss the kid a bottle of Prozac with
the instructions Take two pills daily until age 25. Clean and simple.
Rex quickly snapped out of his faux-epileptic fit and, with a slight quiver in
his voice, asked, “So, um, you wanted to talk to me about something?” He
narrowed his eyes. “It’s not something stupid like battle tactics or protocol
crap, is it?”
Not that I considered those two subjects to be insignificant, but I had other
thoughts clouding my mind at the moment. “No, Rex, I wanted to...” To what?
Talk about our feelings? Share a male-bonding moment while playing the bongos
in front of a campfire in the Petting Zoo?I was grasping at straws; I could
barely speak—couldn’t even look at the boy next to me. I absentmindedly gazed
at my surroundings, hoping the words would come to me. But all I could manage
was “…I like what you’ve done with the place.” I caught the faintest whiff of
lemon in the air. “Did you clean?”
He laughed and waived a dismissive hand. “Yeah, I kinda got tired of it
smelling like Bobo’s feet all the time.”
“And where is the monkey?”
“I unlocked the storage hold for him, told him a fresh shipment of bananas just
came in. He’ll be digging through crates all night.” That sly little smile
returned to his face. “We’re completely alone, so say whatever you want, Six.
‘Cause I know you didn’t come here just to admire my housekeeping skills.”
There was no way out; Rex was closing in both mentally and physically. I barely
noticed his steady creeping until I felt our knees brush against one another.
It was imperative that I chose my next words carefully. “Rex, I...I know how
you feel...about me...” His smile only deepened; his eyes gave the impression
of a blushing, lovestruck fool. When I glanced down, I noticed his fingertips
grazing the end of my tie.
My heart pounded against my will as I struggled to maintain my composure. He
smoothed his thumb over the black, silken fabric; I could visualize that hand
snaking its way up to my chest, my collar, my neck. I felt as if I was
suffocating. “Look, I under...I understand...and I want you to—”
But I never got the chance to finish. The moment I raised my head, Rex lunged
forward and roughly pressed his lips against mine. That split second I spent
bewildered by the irrational display of “teenage hormones” was all the time Rex
needed; he placed one hand on the back of my head and the other on my shoulder,
pulling himself closer, nearly on top of me. Between the added weight of Rex’s
body and my fiercely quivering muscles, it was impossible to maintain my
already precarious position on the bed. In an instant, the two of us went
tumbling to the floor, the young EVO’s body still glued to mine.
“Rex—” I tried to protest, but that only gave him greater access to my mouth.
He slipped his tongue inside, hastily wiggling it around in an attempt to
locate my own. His were the sloppy kisses of youth: hot and messy, like a dog
lapping at its bowl. I closed my eyes and let the wet appendage probe freely;
it traced the inside of my cheek, ran across the back of my teeth, and flicked
against the very tip of my tongue. Despite Rex’s inexperienced ministrations, I
felt a slow wave of heat spreading throughout my body, causing my limbs to
tingle and my cock to swell with longing. I moaned into his mouth, hoping he
would back off long enough for me to regain control and extricate myself from
this increasingly uncomfortable situation.
Rex took the cue and pulled his lips away; at the same time, his hands reached
up and pushed the green tinted shades off of my face. Without the emerald haze
obscuring my vision, I was able to take full notice of the deep coffee-colored
eyes staring back at me. They pulsed with such greedy desire, I could almost
feel them devouring my thoughts, leaving me helpless yet again.
“Mmmmm...” Rex hummed as he flashed me a crooked smile. He bent his head down
and hastily licked at my lips before planting a wet kiss on the corner of my
mouth. He then traveled lower, kissing and nibbling on the narrow tuft of hair
below my bottom lip, trailing his tongue along my chin, the underside of my
jaw. Rex’s gentle touch grew more passionate as he licked and sucked at my
neck, dragging his teeth across the tender flesh. I tried to quiet my arousal
as best I could as Rex worked over one of my most sensitive areas,
unconsciously tilting my head back to allow him to sweep his tongue from my
collar up to my chin. I could silence my cries, shield my carnal desires, but
there was little I could do to hide my straining erection.
Rex must have felt this, because he suddenly began to grind his hips into mine,
our hard cocks rubbing against one another through multiple layers of fabric.
The friction against my crotch was enough to make my toes curl; at the same
time, Rex was making love to my throat with his eager tongue. The pleasures I
had long forgotten were threatening to push me to delirium.
My mind shouted at me to move. It ticked off all the reasons why I should put a
stop to this very, very wrong tryst: I worked with this boy. I trained him.
I’ve been his mentor for years. I’m old enough to be his father.I knew all of
this was true, yet my arms were paralyzed at my sides, and all my words
dissolved into ragged gasps and incomprehensible grunts.
Rex showed no signs of stopping. He had already stripped off my tie, and at the
moment was fumbling at the buttons of my shirt. After a fair amount of tugging,
his shaking hands finally forced them open. Rex sat back to admire his prize,
running his palms over the taut muscles of my chest, stroking the sparse curls
between my pecs. His thumbs found my nipples and started turning little circles
over them; I gasped as I felt the electric sensation shoot down to my already
aching cock.
“Ahhhh...Six...” he breathed, before lowering his mouth to suck on one of the
hardened nubs. He teased it mercilessly—sucking and biting, gently flicking his
tongue across the very tip.  The other nipple he took between his thumb and
forefinger, rolling it around until it became fully erect. As Rex moved to
switch sides, he slid his hand down to my belt, unbuckling it. My cock pleaded
with him to hurry up, straining for release as he slowly unzipped my fly.
His fingers crept beneath the elastic of my underwear, briefly tangling in the
thick patch of pubic hair before finally coming to rest on the base of my cock.
He moved to my balls first, massaging the velvety flesh in his palm. I gave up
on holding back my voice, moaning loud enough to hear the echoes bouncing
throughout the room. Rex clamped his mouth over mine as he continued his
caresses, working my shaft with long, languid strokes. He ran his thumb over my
leaking slit, smearing the warm, sticky precum across the head. I could barely
believe that this kid—who probably knew nothing of sex outside of those awful
Spanish soap operas he watched—was about to bring the sixth most dangerous man
on the planet to a screaming orgasm.
Suddenly, Rex groaned, jerking his body away from me and yanking his hand from
my throbbing member. In one swift motion, he pulled down both my pants and
underwear, then hastily removed his own. I tried to prop myself up for a better
view, but Rex was immediately on top of me, grinding our dripping cocks
together. The heat between our bodies was enough to melt me.
Rex’s hands were everywhere, moving with swift fluidity; they clasped my
shoulders, cradled my face, as his tongue dove deep into my mouth. His hips
increased their pace, pressing harder, using our sweat as a lubricant. The
waves of pleasure heightened with each thrust until they reached their peak. I
let out a low growl as my cock erupted with such intensity, it caused my entire
body to spasm.
Our stomachs were slick with my semen. Rex sat up and stripped off his damp
shirt before continuing to rub against me, seeking out his own release. His
eyes were tinged with lust and desperation. I gazed into them intently as I
felt his erect cock slide across my lower body.
“Ahhnn…Six…Six…” He was moaning my name with such abandon; I couldn’t help but
feel a twinge of excitement deep inside. Though I was numb and exhausted from
my orgasm, I managed to lift my hand and place it against the small of his
back. I gently stroked the flesh there, snaking my way down to his smooth, firm
ass. His muscles tensed as I squeezed the supple globe in my large palm; his
cock twitched as I spread his cheeks and nestled my index finger inside his
warm crack.
“Six…ahnnnn…I’m gonna…” Rex threw his head back when he climaxed, ropes of hot
cum streaming across my abdomen. He collapsed on top of me, burying his face in
my neck as he struggled to catch his breath. I quietly gazed up at the ceiling,
my mind trying to make sense of the events that had just occurred. It would’ve
been easier to cope with the aftermath of a wet dream, but the boy sprawled
across my chest was all too real. His flesh quivered beneath my fingertips, and
his semen mingled with my own. There was no argument to justify my actions. I
was guilty as sin.
Once his breathing had somewhat stabilized, Rex rolled onto the floor beside
me. I turned my head and watched him lay there—eyes staring into dead space,
lips slightly parted—his face a blank canvas.
What was I supposed to say to him? What would happen the next time we met? I
wasn’t sure I could even be around him without the memory of tonight constantly
looming over me.
Why the hell did I have to act so irrationally?
“Hey, Six?” Rex’s voice sliced through the silence that enveloped us.
I didn’t know what to expect—an awkward apology, maybe? An embarrassing
explanation? Whatever my brain had in mind, nothing could have prepared me for
the words he next spoke.
“Six,” he breathed, “next time…Let’s fuck.”
                                        
                            [[end of chapter one]]
***** Two *****
                                     Two.
                                        
“So, did you and Rex have fun last night?”
The question pierced the air of the East Wing lounge, drowning out the early
morning banter of drowsy Providence agents. A lesser man would've jumped out of
his skin at that comment; I, however, simply dropped my mug, splattering coffee
across the pristine, white countertop. “W-what?!”
Holiday eased up beside me, snatching a handful of paper towels from a roll
above the sink. “A bit jumpy today, aren't we? Everything OK?” She mopped up
the dark puddles while I stood by like a silent fool, attempting to will my
mind out of its daze.
“I...I didn't get much sleep last night.” That was an understatement.
She turned and placed a hand against my forehead, the strong smell of coffee
wafting into my nostrils. “Well, you don't have a fever. You're not feeling
dizzy or lightheaded?”
“I'm fine.” I fiddled with my collar, hoping that all the hickeys and bite
marks Rex had left were well-concealed. I highly doubted a woman as intelligent
as Holiday would believe I'd obtained them from a late-night battle with a
face-sucking EVO. Though that scenario wasn't too far from the truth. “I just
need some caffeine,” I explained.
Holiday smirked, her hand slinking down the front of my shirt. “Don't you think
you've had enough already?” Her long fingertips brushed across several damp
brown spots.
I frowned. Between Rex's raging hormones and my frayed nerves, I was burning
through suits like paper. I took a cautious step backwards, away from her
cloying grasp; the last thing I needed right now was another coworker coming on
to me. Fuck, throw Callan in and I could've started my own Providence harem. I
grumbled at my own thoughts and turned to pour myself another cup of coffee.
“Well, then...” Holiday breathed a soft “hrrrm”—her trademark sign of
annoyance. She pulled a mug from the overhead cabinet. My ears caught the faint
sound of sugar packets being torn open. “I heard you and Rex spent some 'man
time' together.”
For the second time in less than ten minutes, I came deathly close to creating
another java-related disaster. This woman had one hell of a way with words. I
snatched several packets of sugar from the plastic bins by the coffeemaker and
placed them beside my mug before passing her the pot.
“You know,” Holiday continued, as she slowly dispensed the coffee, stirring it
with a red straw, “Rex was so excited about seeing you yesterday. He just kept
going on about the two of you hanging out and doing 'guy things.' I could
barely get him to shut up long enough to stick a thermometer in his mouth.” She
brought the steaming mug to her lips, blowing on the surface a few times before
taking a small sip. “I'm guessing you had that little discussion with him.” Her
lips curled into a smile. “Am I right?”
“You could say that.” I couldn't exactly tell her about our “frot fest,” as Rex
had called it.
“And? Did the two of you settle things?”
“We...came to an agreement.” We even shook on it—with our cocks.
“See?” Her eyes gleamed as she placed a hand on my shoulder and gave a gentle
pat. “I knew you could handle it.” She took another sip of coffee,
simultaneously checking her watch. “Well, I better get to the lab now. I've got
some numbers to crunch before Rex shows up for his morning exam.” Holiday
turned and began walking away, the sound of her boots echoing in the small
kitchenette. “See you later, Six.” She waved her goodbye as she quickly exited
the room.
“Likewise,” I muttered under my breath. Yes, I did a great job of “handling”
Rex last night, I thought. Now what the hell am I going to do? Asking Holiday
for advice was out of the question now. She was like a mother to Rex, and I was
fairly certain mothers didn't like hearing other people talking about fucking
their children. I pushed up my tinted shades with one hand and massaged the
ache that was steadily growing in my temples. From this point on, things could
only get more complicated.
I sighed, raising my mug for a drink. The coffee hit the back of my throat like
a bittersweet poison. A grimace crept across my lips as I hastily lowered the
mug. In my daze, I had unconsciously added too much sugar. I poured the liquid
down the sink and started over.
 
After briefly thinking things through, I decided to “handle” my Rex situation
the way I dealt with every other aspect of my life: with an air of calm
professionalism. Yet as the morning ticked by, my resolve began to crumble. The
prospect of running into Rex brought back memories of the previous night: the
awkward touches; the intense orgasm; Rex tossing me a shirt so I could clean
up; the way I'd clumsily dressed myself before stumbling back to my room in a
post-coital coma. Though I'd showered twice, I swore I could still feel his cum
coating my abdomen. Part of me wanted to spend the entire night jerking off to
that memory, touching all the places Rex had, imagining something warmer than
his hand on my cock. I was able to subdue my urges, but I feared my strength
might not hold out. I decided my best bet would be to avoid Rex at all costs.
This, however, was no easy feat. Though Rex had matured to an extent that my
“nanny” services were no longer necessary, the two of us were still technically
partners, and therefore we were together on a daily basis. Between mandatory
staff meetings, training sessions, missions, EVO-bashing and the occasional
“family” dinners, there was virtually no escaping him. But I sure as hell was
going to try.
I spent most of that day stealing cautiously through rooms and hallways. I
turned off my COM link for a while and hid out in my Jump Jet. I weeded the
garden in the Petting Zoo. I accompanied lesser Providence agents on missions
deemed too insignificant for the bigger guns. I even had milk and cookies with
White Knight (snickerdoodles for him, chocolate chip for myself). My cowardly
self was actually doing a pretty good job.
I ran into Rex only once, as I was heading to the cafeteria for dinner. He was
walking in the opposite direction with Bobo and his best friend Noah, planning
to sneak off base without permission, most likely. Noah caught sight of me
first; he elbowed Rex in the side and shot him a concerned look. Rex saw me
approaching and leaned in to say something to his friend. As we grew closer, he
waved and smiled. “Hey, Six! We were just going out for some pizza. You're cool
with that, right?”
“That's fine,” I nodded. I had long since stopped caring where Rex spent his
evenings, provided they weren't spent chasing me. “Just try to make it back by
your curfew, or White will give me an earful.” With that, I hurried along down
the hall.
“Hey, Six!” I felt Rex's hands on my arm before I even had the chance to turn
around. I tried to avoid eye contact, but there was something about his gaze
that drew me in; it was the same sultry glance that I'd noticed the night
before. He pulled me closer, whispering into my ear, “I should be back by ten.
Come by my room then, OK? I'll be waiting for you.” He released his grip, gave
a playful wink, then ran back to his waiting companions.
My throat went dry. The words “Let's fuck”echoed in my head. I highly doubted
Rex wanted to meet up to have an innocent conversation. How long could I keep
resisting before my conscience broke down completely? How long could I continue
this shameful running away?
“Let's fuck.”
“Shit,” I grumbled, dragging my feet back to my room. I’d suddenly lost my
appetite.
 
By the time I checked the clock, it was nearly 2AM. My eyes throbbed from hours
of staring at the miniscule text on the papers laid out before me. After pacing
around my room for some time, I’d rushed to White’s office to request some
extra “busy” work. He’d delegated several hundred employee review forms to me,
with a friendly reminder not to overwork myself. I immediately took the forms
to the smallest lounge on base and furiously set upon them, desperate for
something—anything—to keep my mind occupied.
My fingers crept beneath my sunglasses and I attempted to rub the weariness
from my eyes. I’d completely forgotten how boring filling out paperwork could
be. Every so often, I leaned back in my seat to glance at my surroundings,
hoping to notice something new and exciting. But it was the same old gray room,
with the same old tables and chairs, the same old kitchenette, and the same old
refrigerator in the corner. I sighed, tapping the table in rhythm with the
ticking of the clock above the door.
It was unreasonable to stay here, hidden like a scared child. My body screamed
for sleep, but I simply couldn’t bring myself to move. I couldn’t shake the
feeling that something terrible was waiting for me out there beyond the safety
of this room. I rubbed my eyes again—harder—and turned back to my work.
That’s when I heard the door open.
“What the hell, Six?” Rex stormed in, stopping at the table across from me. He
was wearing a plain white shirt and a ridiculous pair of red boxers with
motorcycles on them. His voice came out in an angry, high-pitched squeal. “I
waited for you all night, and you—you stood me up for paperwork?!”
“I’ve been busy, Rex.” I put on my calmest façade and pretended to be engrossed
in the half-completed forms. “I’ve been working for hours, and I’m not in the
mood to argue with you.”
“What kind of lame-ass excuse is that?! We had a date, for fuck’s sake!”
I stopped writing and glared up at him. His arms were crossed, and his face was
seething with rage. After everything he’ddone last night, I couldn’t believe he
had the audacity to be angry with me. His perspective was ass-backwards. “I
don’t recall making any such plans with you,” I sneered, staring him down from
behind the protection of my green shades.
My response only seemed to ignite his ire. “Really? What the hell did you think
‘stop by my room’ meant? Augh!!!” Rex threw his hands in the air; there was a
low, mechanical whirrr, and instantly they turned into large, metal fists. “You
left your communicator and tracker in your room; it was damn near impossible to
find you. I’m so pissed off I could smash something!”
I kept silent, eyeing him coolly. Rex could threaten me with violence all he
wanted; fighting, unlike flirting, had always come naturally to me. “If you
break my shades, I’ll murder you.” I taunted in a dry monotone.
My nonchalance seemed to calm him down a bit. He took a deep breath, his hands
slowly returning to normal. “You know, Six,” he sighed, “tonight was supposed
to be special. Shit, it cost me twenty bucks just to get Bobo to stay away for
the rest of the night!”
“Where did you get that kind of money from?” I asked incredulously. “I’ve only
ever seen you eat fast food and fight EVOs, and neither of those is a paying
job.”
“Doc gives me five bucks for every new EVO sample I bring her. On a busy week,
I can make more than Noah does working at Sloppy Joe’s Tacos.” He smiled
proudly.
“Is that so?” I made a mental note to have a discussion with Holiday about her
“enabling.” Right now, though, I needed to get away from Rex. “Are we done?
Because I have to finish—”
“Don’t try to change the subject, Six.” Rex placed both hands on the table and
leaned in; I had to back up slightly to keep our noses from touching. “I wasted
my whole night on you. How are you gonna make it up to me?”
Had Rex lost his mind? He was sorely mistaken if he thought I owed him
anything. As I watched the sly smile playing across his face, my anxiety turned
to full-on anger. “I don’t have time for your games, Rex. I’d like to finish my
work sometime before morning.”
Rex’s smile quivered ever so slightly. He crept closer, placing a hand on my
stack of papers. “Why don’t you take a quick break? It’s the least you could
do.”
Whether Rex tried seduction or provocation, his advances wouldn’t work this
time. I was too enraged to let him have his way. I stared him in the eye and
coldly breathed, “Go find someone else to entertain you.”
His smile disappeared; for a second he looked shocked that anyone could have
the will to resist him. Then, the anger returned to his face, and he suddenly
flung the papers off the table, scattering them far and wide.
I grabbed his wrist and yanked hard. “Pick them up.”My words came out in a
growl through clenched teeth. Rex flinched, then quickly composed himself. When
I released him, he shot me an irritated glare before moving to gather the mess
he’d made.
I gave an exhausted sigh and rested my head in my hands. Behind me came the
sound of rustling paper. I kept telling myself to go—fuck paperwork and
protocol and annual employee reviews, just leave Rex to the chaos he'd created.
But before I had the chance to convince my body to stand, Rex came up behind me
and dropped his pile on the table. “Here you go, Sir.”
I muttered a dull “Thanks” and attempted to push my chair back, but Rex was
unmovable; he pressed himself against my back, arms wrapping around my
shoulders, hands sliding down the front of my suit. “Is there anything else I
can help you with?” His breath was hot on my neck. I could feel his lips
brushing my flesh, giving me goosebumps. The boy was unrelenting in his
pursuit.
There was a sharp stinging in my chest. I only hoped Rex couldn’t feel my heart
pounding beneath his fingers. My cock began to tingle with desire. Fuck, this
temptation was unbearable.
“Rex…” I struggled to get the words out. “What do you want from me?”
He tightened his grip around me. “Really? Isn’t it obvious?” he breathed. “I
want you, Six. I want you on top of me. I want you beside me, inside me. I want
all of you.”
My defenses were nearly depleted. I was becoming lost in the warmth of his
touch, the sultry sound of his voice, and the delicate aroma of soap and
cologne that permeated the air around him. I bit the inside of my cheek to
force myself to come back to my senses. Casually, I rose from my seat,
shrugging off his grasp. “You know, Rex, you should really think before you
speak.”
However, before I had taken two steps, Rex threw himself in front of me,
blocking my exit. He pressed his palms into my crisp white shirt to halt my
pace. “But I do, Six,” he pleaded. “I think about it all the time. So maybe
I've never been with a guy before, but when I think about the two of us
together, it just feels right. I close my eyes and imagine you touching
me…kissing me. Your body always feels so warm against mine.” Rex inched closer,
until his face was nestled in the crook of my neck, his hands now clawing at my
shirt. “It gets me so hot, I can’t keep myself from jerking off, pretending
it’s your hand on my cock.” He inhaled sharply. “Sometimes I get so worked up,
I even stick my fingers inside myself, wishing it was you instead.”
His words were muffled against my skin, but I heard them as clear as day. My
mind was instantly inundated with pictures of Rex bent over, his fingers buried
deep inside his tight hole, moaning my name as he slowly worked them in and
out. My cock swelled with longing at the thought of being those fingers.
Almost as if on cue, Rex’s hand eased lower and began stroking the bulge in my
pants. I briefly shut my eyes and allowed myself to enjoy the pleasure that Rex
was so desperate to offer me. When I opened them, I saw him gazing back with a
triumphant smile. He looked so damned smug. I felt all my anger toward him come
rushing back.
I snatched his hand away from my crotch and roughly shoved him backwards; he
crashed into a nearby table. Rex looked up at me with a hurt expression on his
face, like I’d snatched away something that had been promised to him.
God knows I could’ve killed him right then and there, I was so furious. But god
knows just how bad I wanted him.
“Take off your clothes.”
Rex’s face gleamed with excitement at my stern command. He began stripping off
his t-shirt, but I quickly stopped him. “Rex, why don’t you kill the camera and
lock the door first?” I motioned to the security camera mounted to the wall in
the far right corner of the room, standard equipment for all public areas
throughout the Keep.
His shirt was halfway off, bunched up around his head. “Right!” he mumbled,
flinging the cotton garment on the floor. He hurried over to the wall and
placed both hands on it. There came a flash of light and another loud whirrr as
Rex activated his nanites. The microscopic machines spread through the wall in
a glowing blue zigzag, deactivating the door mechanism and the security cam at
the same time. Once they had completed their task, they returned to Rex’s body.
“All done!” he exclaimed, running back over to where I stood. With a swift
flick of his wrists, he was out of his boxers and onto the table, legs
gleefully swinging back and forth over the edge.
I took off my shoes and socks and placed them beneath one of the other tables.
I then stripped off my clothes slowly and methodically, taking care to neatly
drape each piece over a chair back so as not to cause any wrinkles. Behind me,
Rex whined impatiently, “C’mon, c’mon, Six! You’re taking too long!”
I snapped my head around to shoot him an annoyed glance. My only remaining
clothes were my shades and boxer-briefs. The shades came off first; it took my
eyes a few seconds to adjust to the room’s bright fluorescent lights. When the
world around me came back into focus, the first thing I noticed was Rex leaning
back on the table, propped up with one arm while his right hand lazily stroked
his cock. “Mmmm…Six,” he moaned, fingers slipping between his legs to massage
his balls.
I didn’t give a fuck about morality anymore; Rex had gotten me so turned on, I
needed some form of release. And if putting him on his back would get him off
my back, then all the more convenient for me. Without hesitation, I removed my
shorts.
Rex’s gaze was fixed to my groin; I stood there idly as he ogled my lower
regions, his mouth slightly agape, as if in awe. I doubted he had ever seen a
man fully nude before now. The way he stared at me sent a thrill through my
body that was unlike anything I’d felt with other men, though many had
complimented me on my lean figure, pale, white skin and long, thick cock.
It was also the first time I had a chance to fully admire Rex’s body. Years of
fighting EVOs had given him a toned, muscular build. His chest was smooth and
hairless; his abs flat and well-defined. His cock was a deeper shade of caramel
than the rest of his body. It jutted out from a tangle of dark curls, meaty and
uncut, the tip glistening with precum—just begging to be devoured.
I moved closer, ready and willing to consume every part of him. But before our
bodies could even touch, Rex held up a hand. At first I froze, thinking he had
suddenly changed his mind, but I breathed a sigh of relief when I felt his
fingers brush against my shoulder, touching upon one of the many scars I had
acquired from years of mercenary work. He traced it downward, sweeping across
my chest before moving to another on my hip. Thousands of tiny electric shocks
burst inside me; my skin was aflame with lust. Rex's hand reached for my cock,
and with one finger he traced a line from the base to the very tip, dabbing up
a drop of precum that had formed there. He brought the digit up to his mouth
and began to suck on it, making sexy little noises like he had just tasted the
most delicious nectar on earth.
I couldn't hold back anymore. I grabbed his arm and pinned it to his side
before roughly cupping his chin in my hand. Leaning in, I tilted his head back,
sealing my lips over his. His mouth was eager to welcome me; I slipped inside
without a hitch. This is what an adult kiss feels like, Rex, I thought as my
tongue gracefully danced around, melting into the sweet warmth of his cavern.
My fingers tangled in his hair; I drew us nearer, wrapping an arm around his
waist. Our bodies were pressed tightly together now, Rex's legs locked around
my hips, cocks dripping and grinding as I kissed him deeper, driving to the
back of his throat. I was surprised at how good Rex tasted. I hadn't noticed it
the first time he'd forced himself on me, but his taste was deep and complex,
like coffee mixed with chocolate. I licked and sucked at his tongue, longing to
drink every last drop.
Rex's hands were kneading my buttocks, tugging us closer together, causing even
more pressure on our throbbing erections. I teased him by pulling away, tongue
sliding out of his mouth just long enough so that I could flick it across his
full, moist lips, then dipping right back inside. He moaned his annoyance at my
little game, pushing forward into my kiss; I tugged sharply on his hair to put
him in his place.
“Aaahh!” Rex cried out in pain as his head was jerked back. I was now free to
attack his neck, licking along his jawline and planting wet kisses on his
throat. Once Rex had loosened up and succumbed to the pleasure, I released my
grip and shoved him down onto his back. He looked even more delicious splayed
out on the table like an exquisite hors d'oeuvre. I allowed myself a brief
moment to bask in the sight before leaning over to suck the flesh behind his
earlobe.
My hands traveled down his taut chest, coming to rest at his nipples. I rolled
the tiny nubs between my fingers, pinching them gently at first, then
increasingly harder. Rex gasped, “Ahhh, Six...not so rough.”
I chose to ignore him, my mouth continuing its course lower. I stopped for a
second to nibble on his collarbone, then licked a path straight down to one of
his stiff buds. It was a deep pink and swollen from all the torment I'd dealt
it. I gave it a quick kiss, then started to tease the tip with my tongue. Rex
moaned his approval.
I'd always thought that a man's nipples were some of his best features. Rex's
were particularly nice—small, perfectly round and extra-sensitive. I felt his
cock twitch when I sucked on them. He must've been feeling it badly, because he
thrashed his hips in a desperate attempt for some friction. I clamped my teeth
down as my way of saying Be patient.
“Please, Six...ahhhnnn...I can't...”
Too bad, Rex—this is how I like to play.
“Six...Six...please...”
I could've dedicated an entire night to Rex's nipples, but my cock was also
screaming for attention. And the sound of his voice as he begged—it was almost
enough to make me cum right then and there. I abandoned his chest and slowly
edged lower. My tongue trailed along his stomach and into his bellybutton. I
lapped up the precum that pooled there, enjoying its salty, delicate
flavor—Rex'sflavor. I wanted more; I wanted to taste all of him.
His hard cock brushed against my cheek as I parted his legs and began sucking
the inside of his thigh. Down here, I could leave all the marks I wanted. My
teeth dug into the soft flesh, causing Rex's body to jerk at the sensation. I
turned my head and repeated the action on the other leg, creating a pair of
matching bruises. When I was content that I had left my impression on him, I
moved on to the main course. Licking my lips, I spread his legs wider.
Rex inhaled sharply as my tongue made contact with his balls. I took one into
my mouth and sucked gently. “Mmmm...Six...” The room was animated with Rex's
moans. They only grew louder as I released the one and began on the other. When
I'd had my fill, I switched to sucking at the base of his cock, then left a
trail of kisses along his shaft as I worked my way up.
I glanced up to gauge Rex’s reaction. He was propped up on both elbows,
straining to watch me worship his length with my tongue. Our eyes met briefly,
and I was granted a glimpse of the insatiable lust that was usually hidden
behind a veil of boyish innocence. Rex wanted more; his expression shouted Fuck
me!But I couldn’t give in so easily. I knew the longer I held out, the better
the prize would be. I turned my attention back to his cock.
His slit was practically gushing. The sticky fluids clung to my lips as I
greedily slurped them down. I played with his foreskin, lightly tugging at it
with my teeth. With the right amount of suction, I was able to pull the skin
back with my mouth, unsheathing his smooth, crimson head. My lips parted and
slowly took him in, reveling in the musky flavors that grew more intricate with
each centimeter. I worked my mouth around his turgid flesh while firmly
grasping the base of his cock with one hand and cupping his balls in the other.
Each time I came back to his head, I would swirl my tongue around it several
times; Rex’s cock would jerk suddenly, and the room would fill with his
groans. 
I took pleasure in eliciting squeals of satisfaction from him. With his cock
buried deep in my mouth, I began to hum, partly to display the enjoyment I felt
from sucking him, and partly because I knew the vibrations would drive him over
the edge.
My prediction was right; Rex began trembling, his hand grasping at the back of
my head. “Six…ahnnn…” His fingers unsuccessfully attempted to pull me away.
“Six, please…I can’t take it anymore…I just…I want you to fuck me already!”
I had wanted to suck him dry—to feel his cock quiver as he released his milky
cum into my mouth. But the sound of his voice as he cried out instilled a sense
of urgency in me; I didn’t think I could hold out much longer, either. Besides,
time was not on our side. Having sex in a public place in Providence was risky.
And though I highly doubted Knight or any of the other agents were scrambling
to repair the security camera, it was only a matter of hours before the morning
shift rolled in looking for a caffeine fix. We would still need to clean up any
mess we’d made before then and make a discreet getaway. It had been years since
I’d done anything so reckless, but it had also been years since anyone had made
me feel this crazy.
 Rex breathed a sigh of relief when I pulled back. He lay back on the table,
bringing his knees to his chest as though he was ready for me to penetrate him
and start pounding away.
“We need some lube.”
When he heard that, he opened his eyes and sat up, a look of concern furrowing
his brow. “Oh, um…you have some, right?”
I raised my eyebrow. “Sorry, it’s not something I normally carry around with
me.”
“But we can still do it, right?” Rex looked heartbroken at the possibility of
being denied the sex he had worked so hard to obtain. “Right, Six?”
“Hrmmm.” I glanced around the room. My eyes chanced upon the fridge in the
corner. It was a long shot, but there might have been something in there that
could solve our dilemma. I strolled over, amidst protests from Rex.
“Hey, where are you going?”
“I'm gauging our options,” I replied. I threw the door open, scanning the
contents for any sort of viscous liquid. But there was nothing inside but a few
odd sandwiches and tupperware containers, and a smattering of condiments. Just
thinking about coating my cock in ketchup made my erection soften a bit.
“So...anything good?” Rex asked.
“A bottle of creamy Italian dressing and a jar of mayonnaise.”
“Which one do you think will work better?”
 I glared at him and shut the fridge door. “No.”
“Aauuugh!” His wailing seemed loud enough to pierce my eardrums. “But you
said—you promised—we could have sex!”
“And we're still going to.” Fuck if I was going to leave without getting off. I
deserved it after all the shit Rex had put me through. “Get on your hands and
knees. Face away from me.”
“But how—”
“Just shut up and do it,” I scolded. Rex complied, turning over onto all fours,
his legs slightly parted. From this position, I had a wonderful view of his
gorgeous ass. I pulled up a chair and sat down, maneuvering myself so that I
was at eye-level with his rear. With both hands, I began rubbing his buttocks,
palms gliding over the smooth skin. Rex let out a confused murmur. I'm sure he
had no idea what I was planning for him. I pried apart his cheeks, revealing
his entrance, small and dark like the pit of an exotic fruit. I wondered if he
tasted just as sweet.
I planted a long kiss directly in the center of his opening. My tongue darted
out to sweep across it; Rex moaned in pleasure at this new sensation. Slowly, I
circled the tight ring of muscle with the very tip of my tongue, softening it
with my saliva. I devoted myself to that little pucker, anticipating the moment
my large cock would tear it open. My hand fell to my lap and I stroked myself
as I continued licking him. All this time I had been neglecting my own needs,
and the ache was becoming all too apparent.
Thankfully, Rex was beginning to loosen up. He was crying my name and pushing
back against me, demanding more. I sucked and tongued his hole until it began
to relax and open somewhat. Then, I wriggled my wet appendage inside, probing
as deep as I could into that sweet, hot orifice. When Rex felt me force my way
inside, he tried to squirm away, but I looped an arm around his waist and held
him fast. I was having too much fun tasting him.
“Six, it feels...weird...ahhhhnn.”
My tongue continued to caress his inner walls. I fucked him with it, thrusting
in and out, curling and twisting it inside. His balls bounced against my chin
as I rocked his hips back, pushing deeper and deeper. Down below, my cock was
slick with precum; I rubbed my slit, coating my fingers with it. As I withdrew
from Rex's hole, I slid a digit into his crack, bringing it to rest where my
tongue had just been. I watched his entrance twitch as I teased the edge with
one sticky finger. I circled the opening, pressing against it but easing up
before he had the chance to swallow. I could hear how flustered this constant
torment was making him.
“Haahh, mmmm...” his breathing was heavy. “Hurry up! Please.”
I was struck with the sudden urge to see his face. I couldn't stop thinking of
how sexy he must look when teased to the breaking point. Grasping his hips, I
guided him down onto his back again. Rex followed my cues as I motioned for him
to spread his legs. The light from the fixtures overhead reflected off his
skin, giving a warm glow to his engorged cock. I took hold and began pumping,
my other hand traveling back down between his legs to his moistened hole. My
index finger glided inside easily, sinking in up to the knuckle.
Rex hummed his approval as I slid in and out. “Mmm, Six...feels so good.” His
insides were burning hot, throbbing and contracting around me. I couldn't wait
to feel that wet heat around my erection.
“Six...ahhnn...more...deeper...”
I couldn't believe how worked up Rex was getting. Had he really fingered
himself like he'd said?My cock swelled at the thought. I gave Rex what he
wanted, slowly pulling out and adding a second digit. With a longer finger
inside, I could reach the sweet spot that I knew would make Rex feel better
than he'd ever felt before. I moved around searching for it, all the while
reveling in the blissful look on Rex's face.
“Fuck, Six...it's so good...”
Deeper, deeper...it was here somewhere.
“Aahhh, ohhhh...ooohhh...oh, fuck!!” Rex abruptly arched his back, throwing his
mouth wide open in ecstasy.
Perfect. I massaged his prostate, curling my fingers inward, my hand quickening
the pace on his cock. He was almost bucking now, unable to control his
movements as I pleased him from both front and back. I moved my digits around
in a circle before spreading them ever so slightly, stretching his tightened
entrance. His ass clenched around me, muscles twitching. His cock began to
spasm, and he suddenly released his load into my palm.
I kept my fingers inside him as I watched the hot, white liquid drip onto his
stomach. Rex struggled to catch his breath, his nanites surging through his
body on the crest of an intense orgasm, creating jagged blue lines on his skin.
They covered every part of him, including his softening erection. My fingers
popped out of his ass as I jumped back, afraid of what would happen were he to
suddenly transform while I was still inside. But after a moment, the
crisscrossing lines faded; both Rex and I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Six,” he panted, “I'm ready now. Hurry up and fuck me.” He wiped the sweat
from his forehead, then placed his shaking hand on his chest. “Please, Six?”
I gazed at the helpless-looking EVO before me. For someone who'd never had sex
before, he certainly wasn't apprehensive. “Are you sure? I should probably
stretch you some more first.” I didn't want to hurt him too much.
“I can't wait any longer; I want you so bad.”
I tried to reason with him. “It'll hurt, you know.”
Rex smiled between breaths. “Don't worry. I can handle it.”
Fine, I thought, I just hope you know I like it rough. I scooped up the semen
from his abdomen and smeared it on my erection, making it nice and slippery.
Then, I lifted Rex's hips and lined my cock up with his hole, pushing my head
against his tight pucker. His slick entrance was already giving off a delicious
wave of heat. The tip of my cock nuzzled against it, the warmth traveling
through it all the way to my balls. I wanted to shove in and fuck him like
there was no tomorrow, because come tomorrow, our lives would go on like this
had never happened.
I took a deep breath. “You should try to relax, Rex. It'll make it a little
less painful.”
“Relax? Shit, are you kidding, Six?” He laughed. I was somewhat taken aback by
his response. “My heart is beating a mile-a-minute. I can never just relax when
I'm around you.”
Whatever you say, Rex.I smiled to myself, and gently eased inside.
He whimpered when I entered him, his face contorting into a grimace of pain.
His virgin hole was straining to accommodate me. Only the head of my cock was
in, but Rex began clenching so tightly, I was afraid I would be trapped there,
unable to move an inch. “Rex? Are you OK? Do you want me to stop?” I asked out
of politeness, but I wouldn't have stopped even if he'd begged me to.
“No, I'm fine.” His words were labored. “Just...just go easy on me, OK?”
I smirked, leaning over and cupping his cheek in my hand. Our eyes locked; Rex
seemed to loosen up a bit. “Now when have you ever known me to 'go easy on
you', Rex?” He closed his eyes and nodded, accepting what was to come next. In
one swift motion, I pushed the rest of myself inside.
The sensation was incredible. It had been ages since I'd fucked another man,
I'd almost forgotten how warm and wonderful it felt. All the heat from Rex's
body seemed to pool into that one spot—that deep, moist tunnel. I tried not to
show it, but I was quickly losing myself to desire. I felt the ache all the way
down to my toes.
I forced myself to pause for a moment, to give Rex time to get used to the
unfamiliar length buried in him, threatening to split him open. He took several
deep breaths, then mouthed Go. My hips moved deliberately, enjoying myself to
the fullest. Gripping his thighs, I pushed his knees into his chest, raising
his hips enough to give me a lovely view of my cock penetrating him. I licked
my lips as I watched my shaft get swallowed up by his greedy little mouth. I
pumped in and out at a tortuously slow pace, savoring every inch of him.
Rex began moaning as his pain turned to pleasure. I dug around for his prostate
again, remembering how much he'd enjoyed when I'd touched him there the first
time. His cock was growing hard; I reached for it and started stroking,
quickening my pace as I fucked him faster.
“Ahh, Six...harder...more...” Rex grabbed his ankles, giving me a deeper angle
of penetration. I could feel the sweat dripping from my face, my body. My cock
was about to explode. Yet here was Rex, demanding everything I had to give and
more.
The cheaply-made table rattled beneath us as I thrust into him with every ounce
of my strength. I couldn't help but cry out as the pressure and heat attempted
to suck out my very soul. I furiously worked my hand around his throbbing
length, desperate to make him cum again.
“Fuck, Six...I'm so close...” His voice sounded so melodic and sultry. “I'm
gonna—”
But I beat him to it. With one final thrust, I came inside him, my body
struggling to stay on its feet as the electric shocks of pleasure shook me to
the core. My chest was heavy with exhaustion, but I continued stroking Rex
until he threw his head back, wailing, “I'm cumiiinng!!”
This time when he orgasmed there was a bright flash of blue and a mechanical
clink-ing; I barely had time to dodge as his Big Fat Sword appeared out of
nowhere, slicing the air directly to the right of my head. I quickly pulled
back, causing my cum to spill out of him and onto the floor. For a moment, I
considered running to my jacket and grabbing my katanas.
“Fuck, fuck—I'm sorry!” He yelled, drawing the nanites back into his body. His
arm returned to normal, and he ran a quivering hand through his mussed hair.
“Sorry, Six, it was so good I had trouble controlling my nanites. Umm...shit
happens, right?” He shrugged.
I shook my head, still feeling the cold metal dangerously grazing my face. My
erection was rapidly deflating, dripping semen all over. Meanwhile, Rex was
just sitting up on the table, the fluids from his cock and ass leaking onto the
dull gray surface. The signs of our early morning sexcapade were everywhere. I
could only hope there were some cleaning supplies in the cabinet below the
sink.
There was, however, a roll of paper towels hanging in plain sight above the
faucet. I walked over to procure a few, holding my cock in one hand to prevent
any further drips. When I had finished cleaning myself off, I tossed the roll
to Rex. “Here—and you may want to wipe that table down.” I headed to where my
clothes were hanging and started to get dressed.
“You know, Six,” he said happily, “That was even better than I imagined. Hell,
it was probably the best night of my life.”
I turned to face him, buttoning my shirt with some effort. My fingers were
still shaky from cumming so hard, and the fabric clung to my clammy flesh like
a second skin. I had half a mind to interject that he'd barely lived long
enough to make that statement. But my thoughts were cut off when I heard him
say:
“I bet it'll be even better next time.”
“Next time?” Wasn't it enough that I had fucked him once?I froze and stared at
him; the grin on his face was as bright as the day.
“You know, you're a tough man to seduce, Six.” He wadded up one of the paper
towels and began dabbing the mess off his stomach. “But now that I've got you,
I know you're all mine.”
Rex smiled slyly, his eyes gleaming. I felt a lump forming in the pit of my
stomach.
“And believe me, Six, I'm never letting go.”
 
                            [[end of chapter two]]
***** Three *****
                                    Three.
 
Rex developed a system: whenever he winked at me, that was the signal that he
wanted sex—as fast and filthy as possible. It happened often and at random
times. We'd be in the middle of a mission debriefing, or training, or even in
line at the cafeteria, and I'd glance over to see Rex grinning back with a
wink. It was amazing how such a small gesture could get me so hard.
We did it everywhere, in every known position (and even some I'm sure we’d
invented): up against the wall in one of the supply rooms, on our knees in his
shower, spread-eagled across the main conference room table. He especially
liked to ride me in the pilot's seat of my Jump Jet.
Rex was a fast learner; he moved his hips when I told him to, sucked harder at
my cue. Not a day went by without my cock inside his tight ass or lascivious
mouth. Even my dreams were invaded with his image: his full, moist lips grazing
my shaft, licking it adoringly with his tongue; his face pressed into the
pillows, legs spread wide, revealing the tiny hole he so desperately wanted me
to fill. I couldn't deny how much I was enjoying the pleasure, though I
constantly struggled to keep the animal inside me under control.
One week passed, then two, then an entire month. The other agents on base
seemed hopelessly oblivious to our reckless lovemaking. White was too thick to
figure out why his expensive security cameras were blacking out all hours of
the day, and Holiday’s science had yet to uncover the source of Rex’s
fluctuating biometrics. We fucked with abandon, yet the world never cared to
notice.
I would have put a stop to this—I shouldhave—but I just couldn’t.Or maybe I
didn’t want to. A devilish voice in my head told me to enjoy it while it
lasted. Don't bother trying to resist anymore, just let him do whatever he
wants. Teenagers lose interest in things so quickly; pretty soon he'll get
tired of you and end it.
He'll get tired of me soon enough, I reasoned. Then, things would return to the
way they were. Just let him have his fill.
After all, it was only sex.
 
“Six, I'm tired of this.”
“Hmm?” I turned at the sound of his voice—a low whisper in the bustling
laboratory. Rex was sitting on Doctor Holiday’s examining table, kicking his
legs like an anxious five-year-old. I didn’t know why he had asked me to
accompany him to the lab that morning, but my heart had begun pounding the
minute we’d set foot in the door. Had Holiday figured us out? The woman had
several PhDs, and she seemed to run new, more complex tests on Rex each day.
She had just taken several blood samples from him before rushing off to analyze
them, leaving the two of us alone.
Rex rubbed his upper arm through his red jacket, wincing from the onslaught of
Holiday’s needles. “You know, I’m just starting to get tired of this.”
 “Of what?” The tightness in my chest grew worse. I leaned in to conceal our
conversation from a group of nearby technicians.
“All the running around and hiding and everything, you know? It’s getting old.”
My heart calmed slightly; I took solace in the knowledge that my life would
soon be returning to normal.
“I want to spend the night with you.”
“What?!” I hadn’t meant to say it so loudly, but it was enough to briefly catch
the attention of some passersby. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I
hissed in a whisper.
He gave a quick glance around the room. “Well, it’s just that I’m tired of
always having to sneak around and rush through things.”
“Oh? And what am I supposed to do about that? Tell White I need some time off
for a honeymoon?”
“Dude, calm down, Six.” Rex placed a hand on my shoulder, which I quickly shook
off. “Look, I’m not asking for you to take me out on a date or anything. I just
want us to spend a little more time together.”
I get it now; he wants to “cuddle.” As if what we were engaging in currently
wasn’t crazy enough. How the two of us were going to stay in the shadows while
taking time out to spoon was beyond my comprehension. No, it was just
impractical. But my answer was even more impractical. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“Awesome!” He grinned and held up his arms like he meant to hug me. “I’m so
looking forward to it!”
“Looking forward to what?” Holiday rounded the corner, catching the tail end of
our conversation.
“Oh, you know, just lookin’ forward to those test results, Doc.” Rex quickly
dropped his arms and flashed her a million-dollar smile. I bit my lip; fuck, he
was a terrible liar.
She held up a clipboard and flipped through several text-laden pages. “Well,
nothing seems abnormal. Your white blood cell and nanite counts are stable. No
latent infections...” After flipping back and forth and mumbling some
calculations, Holiday sighed and lowered her paperwork. “I can’t find any
explanation as to why your biometrics are all over the place.”
Rex and I stared at each other for a moment. Then, he turned to Holiday and
shrugged. “Dunno, Doc, maybe it’s just teenage horm—”
“—Don’t even say it,” I warned.
Holiday laughed and shot me a quick wink. Soon after, Rex followed suit. I
shook my head in frustration.
God, I was hopelessly fucked.
 
Why did I feel the need to bend over backwards for Rex? More accurately, why
did I continue to bend him over just to fulfill my own needs? Surely even lust
had a breaking point? There had to be some line that I refused to cross, even
in my most desperate state. Yet there I was day after day, risking everything
for him. And even that wasn’t enough.
I went to Callan and asked him to cover my duties for the night. He and his
team were perfectly capable of handling any sudden EVO attacks, or at least
stalling long enough for Rex and me to compose ourselves. After that, I sent
Bobo on a “top-secret” reconnaissance mission in Vegas, knowing full well the
only things he’d be investigating there were blackjack tables and scantily-clad
showgirls. Barring any major catastrophes, the two of us would have the entire
evening to ourselves.
When I arrived at his room, Rex had just stepped out of the shower and was
standing in front of a mirror, running a comb through his damp hair. A towel
hung loosely around his waist, doing little to hide the curvy, muscular ass
beneath it. “Hey, Six!” He rushed over and threw his arms around me; I could
feel the steamy moisture still clinging to his skin.
“This is so awesome! I can’t believe we’re spending the whole night together…”
Rex’s voice droned on in the background as I focused on our surroundings. It
was far from the Presidential Suite, though Rex had taken time to tidy up some.
The lights were too bright, and the twin bed entirely too small to comfortably
fit more than one person. It brought back embarrassing memories of all the
awkward college dorm sex I’d had.
When Rex was finished babbling, he released me and hopped onto the bed,
flinging his towel off in the process. As I watched him lie down, beckoning me
to join him, I again asked myself what the hell I was doing fooling around with
this kid. And how would I ever be able to justify what I was going to do next?
“Why don’t we go back to my room; my bed is bigger.”
 
We did it three times that night. Rex was so excited that I’d invited him in
that he began tearing at my clothes the minute we were through the door.  I was
no better, though. I pushed him onto the bed and fucked him long and slow,
relishing in the added time we’d been dealt. When we were finished, I headed to
take a shower, but Rex slid into the glass enclosure behind me and we soon grew
lost in kissing and washing each other. When he began stroking my cock with a
slick, soapy hand, I found I couldn’t control myself. I took him up against the
wall, hot spray from the shower pounding down on our entwined bodies. I was
exhausted from the second time, but shortly after that, as we were lying
silently in bed, Rex slid over and straddled me. He grinded his hips
effortlessly as I struggled to breathe. These “teenage hormones” were going to
run me ragged.
After round three was over, we climbed beneath the covers, my body rapidly
growing colder as cool air hit my sweat-slicked flesh. I glanced at Rex, who
was busy staring at the ceiling and humming his content. He looked like he
didn’t have a care in the world—like nothing mattered but this moment right
here and now.
I listened to Rex prattle on endlessly about seemingly random topics:
basketball games with Noah; his favorite burger toppings; how proud he was that
his brother Cesar had opened his own lab in Mexico City. He went on for so
long, I started to feel myself drifting off to sleep.
“Six? Hey, Six?” Rex’s voice stung my ears. “Why do you always wear these
things?”
I rubbed my eyes and looked over to see him inspecting the tinted sunglasses I
had left on one of the bedside tables. He turned them over in his hands,
watching the room’s dull light shine through. “I bet you just wear ‘em because
they make you look cool,” he mused as he slipped the shades on. “Whoa! It looks
like I’m swimming in toxic waste.”
“Rex, have you ever heard of the term ‘poker face?’”
“Hah! That’s what she said!” he laughed.
Of course. I mentally kicked myself. How could I expect someone with Rex’s
level of maturity to understand my reasoning? He was too young to experience
half of what I had. If the eyes really were a window to the soul, then I wanted
to keep mine hidden from any trespassers. I even would’ve worn my shades during
sex if it didn’t look so utterly ridiculous. Fuck it, I wasn’t about to spill
my emotions to Rex. “Yes,” I sighed, “I wear them to look cool. Now hand them
over before you break them.”
Rex acquiesced, carefully removing the glasses from his face and giving them
one more look-over before passing them back. I reached over and placed them on
the table closest to me. When I turned around, Rex was leaning on one arm,
gazing at me intently. “You know, you have really nice eyes. You should show
them off more often.” He flashed me a warm smile. “They’re such a pretty shade
of brown.”
“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind,” I responded dryly. I had never had someone
compliment me on my “pretty brown eyes.” In fact, the only comment I was used
to hearing was “I thought they’d be green.”
“Ah, crap, did that sound too girly?” Rex sat up and shook his head. “Fuck, I’m
such a loser.” He went quiet for a moment, staring at the blank wall opposite
the bed. Then he shrugged and turned to me. “So, anything you wanna talk about?
Oooh! I know! Why don’t you tell me how you got all those cool scars?”
I raised my eyebrow. I never liked talking after sex; the conversations always
seemed forced and awkward. I preferred my bedfellows to be a little less
loquacious. Regardless, I certainly didn’t feel like suddenly breaking my habit
and opening up to him. I simply replied with an empty gaze and a cool “No
comment.”
“Seriously? Not even a clue?”
I shook my head.
“Well, we could talk about something else.” Rex paused to consider his options.
“Tell me about how you got involved with Providence?”
“Sorry, that’s classified.”
“Oh-kay…” he thought harder. “How about your favorite kung-fu movie?”
“Classified.”
“Your favorite flavor of pie?”
“Classified.”
“How often do you shave?”
“Classified.”
“Do you like cats?”
“Classified.”
“What’s your real name?”
“Dwight.”
“Dwight?” Rex laughed, his eyes the size of saucers. “For real? Your name is
Dwight?”
“No,” I replied. “That information is classified.”
He groaned, “Six, you’re impossible!” I smiled at his little outburst. I
enjoyed toying with his head almost as much as he enjoyed toying with my cock.
I opened my mouth to make a snide comment, but Rex turned his back to me,
pulling the covers up around his shoulders. “Wake me when it’s time for
breakfast, ok?”
I yanked the sheets down in a huff. Rex was out of his mind if he thought I
would allow him to sleep in my room. “Rex, you can’t stay here. People will get
suspicious if you start sleeping over.”
“If that’s all you’re worried about, then I’ll leave early tomorrow before
anyone even notices.” He yawned and tugged at the blankets.
“Rex, you have trouble getting up before noon—”
“—But you said I could spend the night, Six.” His voice was muffled from the
thick pillow that rested against his face.
“We did spend the night together, Rex.” I struggled to control the anger in my
voice. The walls here were not exactly impermeable. “It’s past midnight, so
technically it’s morning.”
Rex stirred slightly; his words were heavy with fatigue. “Just get some sleep,
Six. Everything will be alright.”
But things weren’t alright. Rex had taken command of my libido, and now he was
encroaching on my private space. No good could come of this; if I let him stay,
things would only get more complicated.
He was already dozing off, snoring intermittently. I reached for his shoulder,
meaning to wake him, but I froze before my fingertips could even graze his
skin. I just sat there and watched his breathing, my hand still outstretched,
reaching for empty air. Sighing, I eventually turned around and set the alarm
for 4:30AM, long before the start of the morning shift.
 
                           [[end of chapter three]]
***** Four *****
                                     Four.
 
We carried on this way for months. Rex would come by late at night, the two of
us would have sex, fall asleep, and once the morning alarm rang, he’d wander
back to his room like a bleary-eyed zombie. This pattern became so familiar, it
was hard to imagine a night without Rex sleeping soundly in my arms, though I
insistently told myself I only held him close to keep him from stealing the
covers.
Knight and Holiday were still in the dark about us, and Rex assured me that
Bobo was dense enough to believe any lies as to his nightly whereabouts. But I
didn’t entirely care. I was done worrying about being discovered. As long as
Rex continued to give his body to me, the world could go fuck itself. After
all, this life was only temporary.
So, I grew content to let the days pass, waiting patiently for the end. And
even though there was seemingly no end in sight, I convinced myself that the
time would indeed come when Rex would throw me away. My mind kept emphasizing
how much of a relief it would be—how I wouldn’t miss any of it.
Because from the start, this had all been a mistake. Just an ongoing mistake
that would eventually correct itself.
                                      ***
 
I’m dangerously close to cumming, but I fight it with everything I’ve got.
Rex’s nails scrape the flesh from my back, the stinging pain a wonderful
accompaniment to the warm, blissful pressure around my cock. We've fucked every
night this week, but right now my desire for him is insatiable. His insides
feel amazingly good, his voice insanely sexy as he calls out my name: “Six,
Six...harder...”
Our sweat-slicked bodies slide against one another with ease. I dip my head
down and begin sucking on his neck. Rex moans loudly as I suck harder, drawing
the tender skin into my mouth and biting down, not caring what kind of marks I
leave. Rex's voice only grows louder as I continue to kiss below his jaw. He
nudges my head to the side and starts to lick at my earlobe, taking the nub in
his teeth and gently tugging on it. I pull back slightly, my lips searching for
his wanton mouth. Our kisses are deep and wet, and I can feel the throbbing in
my cock each time our tongues flit across one another.
My hips move slowly; I want to feel each bump and ridge inside him. The
pleasure is maddening and always leaves me wanting more. I grab his shoulders
and push him down, ripping his hands from my back. With Rex pinned beneath me,
I'm granted a lovely view of his young body: his flesh shimmers in the light,
his chest heaves, his face is flushed. I lick my lips.
I withdraw my cock just enough to swing Rex's leg over to the side. I guide him
onto his knees in front of me and then swiftly pull him backwards, so that he's
sitting on my lap with his back against my chest. He gasps at the sudden change
in position. “Ahhhhh...Six…”
My left arm slithers around his waist, forcing his hips back with a series of
sharp tugs. I take his cock in my right hand, stroking it gently. Rex begins to
move on his own, thrusting into my touch. I loosen my grip, allowing the shaft
to just graze my fingertips. It’s almost criminal how much joy I get from
teasing him.
He moans my name over and over, like some tantric mantra. I feel his hand grasp
my own, guiding it back to encircle his engorged cock. So impatient, I smile to
myself as I rub him faster. Though I’m not sure how much longer I can last
myself. I’m already struggling to hold back as Rex grinds into my lap. His ass
is twitching so intensely, I wish I could fuck him for hours.
Rex’s hand on mine, we jerk his erection until he breathlessly exclaims,
“Six…I’m cumming!” I cup my hand around the head of his cock the moment he
orgasms; the warm semen hits my palm and begins to dribble through my fingers.
I quickly raise it to my face, sucking down the majority of his thick, salty
essence. The rest I offer to Rex, whose head is lolling on my shoulder, trying
to recover from his release. He takes two fingers into his mouth, bathing them
with his tongue and making little slurping noises as he sucks off the last of
his own juices. I can feel his chest heaving and his heart pounding through his
back. My desire takes control.
My nails dig into his hips, forcing him up and down in a frenzied grind. The
moist heat around my cock feels too good. I sink my teeth into the nape of
Rex’s neck, but it does little to silence my moans. “Mmmm…Rex…Rex…aahhnn…” I
cry his name as I move faster and deeper, thrusting wildly as my arms encircle
him. “Rex…nnnhh…cumming…” At last, I explode in a fit of passion, pouring every
last drop of myself into him.
I embrace Rex tightly, resting my chin on his shoulder. My chest aches with
every breath, my lungs drown in the scent of sweat and semen that has come to
define us. We're both trembling, trying to shake off the haze of lust that
surrounds us like a blanket. Unable to hang on any longer, I allow my tired
arms to drop to my sides; Rex slumps forward, face-down onto the pillows.
My legs cry out in pain from kneeling with the weight of Rex on top of me. I
struggle to move, and finally manage to stretch out onto my back, pins and
needles stinging my calves as the blood rushes back to my extremities.
Breathing heavily, I close my eyes. Sex with Rex is some of the best I've ever
had—the kind that makes my muscles twitch and leaves my limbs feeling like
jelly. I open my eyes and lazily reach over for the box of tissues on the table
to my left. After snatching a few, I turn slightly and pass the box to Rex.
His eyes are glazed over, lips parted as he struggles to breathe. He takes the
tissues from me with an unsteady hand. “So, tell me,” he pants, “which is the
real Six? The stoic Providence agent...or the passionate lover?”
“Maybe...” I gasp, “A little of each.”
With a low groan, Rex heaves himself off the bed and begins to clean the mess
from his lower regions. I watch the workings of his muscular back while wiping
the remnants of our encounter from my cock. “Really? Coulda fooled me.” He
pauses, reaching for some more tissues. “I mean, you're just so cold and
serious all the time.”
I could give Rex a million reasons as to why I act the way I do, but I remind
myself that private matters are best kept to oneself. Instead, I force a thin
smile, balling up my tissues and tossing them into the nearby wastebasket. I
imagine I'll always find these post-sex conversations awkward.
Rex disposes of his tissues and climbs into bed. The covers lie in a heap at
our feet, the two of us still too hot and sweaty to have much use for them.
“Y'know, Six,” he continues, “I honestly never thought I'd get this far with
you.”
“That makes two of us.”
“I guess that just goes to show how awesomely irresistible I am.” Laughing, he
turns on his side to face me. “Yep, I'm the Sex Ninja, and you are merely my
geisha!”
I can't help but chuckle at his bold proclamation. “Isn't that the other way
around, geisha?”
“Eh, whatever.” He flops down onto his back, gazing at the dim lights overhead.
His face takes on a more somber appearance. “Seriously, though, getting through
to you was like digging through a brick wall with a spoon. It's like you had
this force field that just deflected all forms of flirting. I didn’t know what
else to do to get to you.” He turns and fixes me with an innocent smile. “You
always said I should figure out what I want and then find a way to make it
happen. Though I'm still surprised you didn't kill me that first time.”
Yeah, so am I, kid, I think. I could've done it with one finger and still have
made it look like an accident.
Rex laughs, “Man, you have no idea how nervous I was that night. I got
butterflies in my stomach every time I thought about kissing you.”
“You could've fooled me,” I smile.
He nudges closer, pressing his body against mine. I stretch out my arm beneath
him, allowing him to rest his head on my shoulder. Rex's hot breaths hit the
side of my neck as he presses his lips beside my ear and whispers, “Te amo,
Six.”
“Rex, I don't speak Spanish.”
“I know,” he replies, nestling deeper into my neck. Soon, he's fast asleep, his
snores muffled by my flesh. I stare blankly at the ceiling until I feel I can
no longer keep my eyes open.
 
What Rex doesn’t know is that ever since I’d picked him up as an orphan in
Mexico all those years ago, I’d taken it upon myself to learn some of his
language. It was rather easy, too, as I was already fluent in Japanese, French
and Mandarin. So, when Rex spoke those words to me that night, I understood him
all too clearly.
Just what is he thinking, telling me he loves me? I turn that question over in
my head, but no matter how I look at it, I can’t find the answer. What does
someone his age know of love anyway?To youth, love is just an ideological
delusion of flowers and rainbows and happiness. But I know the truth behind it
all. I know the pain that comes with falling for someone, having to face
disappointment over and over again. “Love” can only make things more
complicated than they already are. 
It’s then that I realize I can no longer hide behind my idle excuses for
inaction. Rex doesn’t intend to end things with me; his naïve notions of love
will keep him hanging on indefinitely. I’m going to have to be the one to step
up and put a stop to this.
“Te amo, Six.”
I’m furious with myself for letting things get so out of hand. I try meditating
to calm my mind, but my body is shaking too hard for me to focus.
 
“Come on, Six! Just once—it’ll be real quick, I promise!”
“I said no, Rex. Not tonight.” I ignore his annoyed pleas and proceed to
disrobe, letting my stained jacket slip to the floor. The EVO we’d fought
tonight had left a slimy film over everything it had come in contact with. I’m
dying to scrub the goo from my skin. “This week has been exhausting.”
I had been fortunate enough that immediately after I’d decided to end things
with Rex, we’d been hit with an onslaught of EVO activity. I had been more than
happy to use our frequent battles as an excuse for being too tired for sex. Rex
had accepted defeat at first, but after three days he refuses to hear it
anymore. He follows close behind me, tugging at my shirtsleeve.
“If not tonight, then when?”
I acknowledge him without turning around. “I don’t know.”
Silence permeates the room; Rex brushes his fingertips against my back—a touch
so light, it causes me to shiver. His arms creep around me, his fingers trace
my own, making to help me undress. My heart thumps so loudly, I’m afraid Rex
will be able to hear it. I take a deep breath and try to calm my nerves. If I
let him continue, I won’t be able to stop myself. Hadn’t I vowed to end this
once and for all?
I fling his hands from me and spin around. “Stop it, Rex! I said I’m too tired
to fuck around with you!”
His face shows no signs of remorse. “What the hell, Six? Why are you acting
like such a dick all of a sudden?”
“You can’t always get your way,” I tell him, removing my shades and fixing him
with an icy cold stare.
“But I needyou, Six!”
“What you need is a shower and some sleep.”
“OK, fine then!” Rex pushes past me and tears the covers off the bed, throwing
himself onto the mattress fully clothed. His red jacket is the only splash of
color in a sea of gray. “We don’t have to screw. We can just go to bed.”
My eyes are immediately drawn to the translucent gloop clinging to Rex’s
clothes. The more I stare at it, the more I’m reminded of all the times I’ve
helped cover him with an entirely different kind of fluid. My cock stirs at the
thought; I need to get away from him. Quickly, I turn and head for the
bathroom, shouting behind me, “Rex, go back to your room and clean yourself
up.”
“But, Six—”
“No. Just leave,” I sigh, slapping the Door Close switch and engaging the
locking mechanism. Outside, Rex hurls a string of obscenities at me—some
English, some Spanish. As I stand and listen to his verbal assault, I notice
that my hands are trembling. This whole confrontation has me distressed; I tell
myself how much of a fool I am for allowing Rex to have such power over me.
Eyes closed, I rest my head against the door and hope that when I leave, the
room will be empty. There isn't much else I can do.
 
Silence greets me as I exit the bathroom. I stand in the doorway, clutching the
towel around my waist as if guarding my nether regions from sudden attack. But
Rex is not there. I glance around the room several times, but the scene doesn’t
change; I’m completely alone.
It’s long past midnight by now. I hang my towel on a nearby hook and slowly
climb into bed, distancing myself from the spots where Rex’s EVO slime has
dampened the sheets. Since I owned zero pairs of pajamas, I used to wear my
suit to bed, but ever since Rex started spending the night I’ve grown
accustomed to sleeping nude. Although the bed feels uncommonly cold, I refuse
to put any clothes on. Clutching the blankets around me does little to help.
I shut my eyes and try to sleep, but memories of Rex keep floating through my
mind. His smile, his voice, his body—it almost feels like he’d never left. My
hands move of their own accord; my fingers wrap around my stiffening cock and
tiredly begin to stroke it.
How pathetic, I tell myself, you can’t even stop thinking of him for one
minute.
 
Long before morning breaks, I'm awakened from my fitful sleep by the familiar
sound of the door sliding open. I crack open one eye, but the world around me
is pitch black. When I hear the fwoosh of the door closing, I carefully reach
for the katana on my side table. Then, I wait. Footsteps slowly approach; I
hear the rustling of moving clothing. Closer, closer; I stay deathly still,
waiting for the right moment. Fingers graze the covers by my shoulder, and
that’s when I attack.
I lunge forward, grabbing the stranger’s hand and pinning it to the bed. My
katana springs open, and I press the blade against his throat.
“Calm down, Six! It’s just me!”
Even in the darkest night, I could pick out that voice with ease. “Rex?” I tear
my blade away, quickly retracting it into its handle. Tossing it to the side, I
fumble for the light switch. As my eyes adjust to the sudden brightness, I see
Rex lying on his back, gazing up at me with fearful eyes. His hand grasps the
part of his neck I had almost severed. “What the hell were you thinking?!”
“Right, sorry. I forgot you were a full-time ninja.” The bed creaks as he pulls
himself into a sitting position. “Thanks for not killing me, by the way.”
I gather the sheets around my waist as I sit up, leaning my back against the
headboard. “Just what are you doing sneaking around in here, anyway?”
Rex toys with the hem of his white t-shirt, twisting it around in his fingers.
“I just—” His bottom lip trembles as he tries to get his words out. “I wanted
to say I’m sorry for earlier. I acted like a selfish jerk. I really should’ve
been more respectful of your feelings.”
Why the hell couldn’t he just wait until tomorrow to tell me?I want to express
my annoyance with him, but I’m too stunned by his sudden burst of maturity. In
all honesty, though I had been trying to drive him away at first, I’d ended up
being hurt by his anger. His unexpected apology is like a bandage on my heart.
Amidst the silence between us, Rex reaches out and places a hand against my
face. His touch is warm and inviting; I want to close my eyes and fall into a
deep slumber. “Please, I don’t want us to fight anymore.” He leans in and
softly presses his lips against mine. The kiss is quick and light, but I can
still feel the heat from his body long after he pulls away. Our eyes lock for a
moment, and my chest begins to ache from loneliness. Despite my better
judgment, I want him beside me.
Before I have the chance to speak, Rex rises from the bed and starts walking
toward the door. “I know you’re tired, so I’ll let you get some sleep now.
Sorry for waking you.” He waves behind him. “See you in the morning, Six.”
I’m frozen in place—throat dry, lungs burning, heart pounding—wanting to move
yet trapped inside my own shell. I fight to speak, just one word that could
change everything.
“Stay.”
Rex turns at the sound of my creaking voice, a surprised look on his face.
Slowly, his mouth curls into a smile.
 
                            [[end of chapter four]]
***** Five *****
                                     Five.
                                        
“Does Rex ever talk to you about girls?”
The blonde boy glances at me nervously, turning the basketball over in his
hands. “Umm...not really.” He turns his head slightly and peers out the window
at a pair of joggers crossing the park.
“I see.” I nod my head, my thumbs idly tapping the steering wheel. I had called
Noah out to meet me because I thought he might be able to give me some insight
into Rex's behavior. As Rex's best friend, I assumed he could answer some of my
questions, though from the moment I'd picked him up, he seemed too intimidated
by my presence to be of much help.
We sit in silence inside one of Providence's nondescript gray sedans, watching
a group of teenagers shoot hoops at the park basketball court and trying not to
feel too awkward around each other. I'm contemplating my next question when
Noah suddenly speaks up. “Well...I mean, Rex used to be interested in
girls...but now all he ever talks about is you.” He fixes his blue eyes on me.
I resist the urge to turn and hide my face. Even with my shades on, I feel
exposed and vulnerable.
“Look...” He hesitates, voice quivering slightly. “I...I know Rex used to have
a reputation as a...a womanizer...but he would never cheat on you, if that's
what you’re here about.”
My hands grip the wheel tightly; I swallow around the lump in my throat.
“Excuse me?”
Noah's gaze remains firm. “You don’t need to pretend around me; I kinda figured
it out on my own. Rex didn't even need to tell me.”
I take several deep breaths, but the sickness in the pit of my stomach refuses
to leave. “How long have you known?”
“How long have I known about the two of you? Or how long have I known that Rex
is...well, you know...”
“Gay?”
“Yeah.” Noah shies away at the mention of the word, lowering his eyes and
staring down at his basketball. “I've known about it for a while now. Once, I
found my dad's porno stash while I was cleaning the garage. I thought it would
be kinda fun to, you know, watch 'em with Rex.” I watch his fingers trace the
black lines of the ball. “Well...the whole time he just kept asking all these
weird questions, like 'How do two guys do it?'”
“And that's when you found out?”
“That and he forgot to erase his browsing history on my computer.” He slaps the
ball a few times before giving me a stern glance. “Do yourself a favor—don't
ever go to 'two guys one dong dot com.' I felt like bleaching my eyeballs after
seeing that.”
I suppress a smile, and instead breathe a quiet “Hrmmm” and wait for him to
continue.
“Anyway, I asked him about it and he just came right out—even told me how he
felt about you. He wasn't embarrassed or anything.”
Rex's feelings about me.I can't even bring myself to ask what they were. We
stare at each other for some time, neither of us knowing what to say.
Eventually, Noah turns his gaze back to the players outside. “Listen—” his
voice comes out in a hush, “don't be angry with Rex for telling me all this. He
confided in me because he trusts me, and because...well...he's really proud of
his relationship with you. I think you’re the first person he’s ever really
cared this much about.”
“Just what is it that he sees in me?” I address the question more to myself
than to Noah.
“You mean other than the fact that he thinks you’re the sexiest man since the
dawn of sexy?” I eye him curiously; he holds up a hand in defense. “Hey—his
words, not mine.” Noah shrugs, running a hand through his blonde hair. “I
dunno. He looks up to you, sees you as someone he can trust.”
“He doesn’t care about the age difference?”
“He doesn’t care about anything. So you shouldn’t be worried about it, either.
He may be young, but Rex knows who he is. And that’s more than I can say about
anyone else I know.” Noah’s words are emphatic. When he speaks, the world
outside seems to stop turning. “Rex is crazy in love with you. For real.”
I nod solemnly. “I know.” At that moment, I don’t feel like being around him
any longer; I motion towards the door. “Thanks, Noah. I’m sorry to have
bothered you.”
“It’s cool. Oh, and don’t worry, I won’t tell Rex about our meeting.” Noah
exits the car and closes the door behind him. I start the engine, but before I
can pull away, I hear a faint tapping on the glass. I roll the window down all
the way, and he sticks his head inside. “Hey, can I ask you a question?”
“Shoot.”
“Do you and Rex, y’know, use protection?”
I silently raise my eyebrow at him.
“Look, I know it’s none of my business,” he anxiously rubs the back of his
neck, “but if Rex gets pregnant, we won’t be able to play basketball together
for, like, a year!”
“Noah, do they teach Sex Ed in your school?”
“Ffffftt!” He laughs, tossing his ball in the air. “I wish!”
“Me, too,” I breathe, and slowly pull away.
 
Later that day, I take Rex out into the desert under the pretext of training.
What I really want, though, is a moment alone with him, away from the eyes and
ears of Providence. I tell myself that now is the time to break it off, but at
present I’m still thinking of a way to accomplish that. Each time I open my
mouth to bring it up, the words tangle in the back of my throat, and my excuses
become more ridiculous.
“Rex, are you still a virgin?”
He’d been resting his head against my shoulder as we watched the sunset from
the hood of my Jump Jet, reds and oranges of the mesa glowing brighter in the
light, surrounding us in warm hues. When he hears my question, he sits up and
turns to me. “Um, what do you think we’ve been doing this whole time, Six?”
“No, what I meant to say was you’ve never—” Never slept with a woman is what I
want to say, though I know the pointlessness of the question. Noah had told me
that Rex was certain of who he was; insisting that he’d been confused or simply
lacked experience with females wasn’t going to work. And if he had been
intimate with a girl? I feel a twinge of unwanted jealousy bubbling up inside
me. I press on, choosing my words carefully. “You’ve never topped anyone?”
Rex frowns at my ambiguous inquiry. “You mean, like, me being the guy doing the
screwing? With my cock?”
I mentally groan. “Yes, Rex. That’s one way of putting it.”
“No, I mean, I’ve only ever been with you.”
“Do you want to try?” I blurt out the words without even thinking.
“For real?” He squints at me through the sunlight. “When?”
I hesitate. I’m supposed to be ending this relationship, not encouraging it.
Yet I can’t keep the wheels in my head from turning, thinking of the next time
we’ll be together. “Tonight. Come by around midnight.”
There’s no stopping now; I feel myself accelerating toward some unknown end,
flung by the arm of a cruel fate. So be it.
I entwine my fingers with his; our hands are warm and dry from the desert air.
He places a palm on the back of my neck and draws me into a kiss. One kiss
turns into two. Our clothes are off in an instant. As we rub our bodies
together under the hot sun, I gaze up into the sky above, my lenses turning the
clouds an ominous shade of green.
 
“Are you sure about this, Six?”
“Positive. And you? You still want to?”
“Of course I do—I just…” Rex stares blankly as he rubs his index finger and
thumb together. A small drop of lube trickles down between his knuckles. “I
mean, I’ve never done this before. I don’t want to disappoint you.”
I lean back on my elbows, watching him patiently. Though he’d shown enthusiasm
earlier, it had taken a lot of encouragement to get Rex just to crack open the
bottle of lube. I don’t want to risk scaring him away. “Relax, Rex. You never
let those thoughts bother you before.”
“But what if I’m no good at this?”
“Don’t worry—I’ll teach you what to do.” I smile and lie back on the bed. My
legs part slightly, ready for him. “Just go slow at first. Touch me the way you
like to touch yourself.”
Rex exhales an unsteady breath. His trembling fingers brush the inside of my
leg, sending shivers down my spine. The way his hands caress my thighs leaves
me anxious for more. I close my eyes and try to still the pounding in my chest
as he spreads my legs further apart. Slowly, his hand begins to creep lower,
beneath my balls, to the tiny pucker that’s been begging for his attention. His
lubed-up finger slides around easily, turning little circles in the center.
I gasp as the electric sensation shoots through me. It had been so long since
I’d fingered myself, I’d almost forgotten how amazing it felt. My body heats up
in response to his touch; my cock twitches and my balls contract. “Mmmm,
Rex…that’s good. Don’t stop.”
Rex continues circling the outer edge of the ring, working slower and
increasing pressure. Soon, the very tip of his finger pierces the opening. I
feel a sudden sting as his slick digit begins to creep inside me. Deeper and
deeper it moves, until it can go no further. My hands clutch the bedsheets, my
muscles tensing slightly as Rex fills me up.
“You’re so warm, Six,” he muses, carefully pumping in and out. The pleasure is
euphoric; I squirm and buck my hips, craving more. I want his fingers and cock
inside me. I want him to fuck me fast and hard. I want to feel his cum spilling
out of me. I want to be his first in every sense of the word.
“Ahhhnn...Rex...Rex...” I'm moaning like mad by the time Rex adds a second
finger. There's a sharp pain as I'm stretched wider, but it fades in almost an
instant. He probes the softest part of me, twisting and turning, drawing out
the heat from deep inside.
Both of us are breathing heavily, our sweat soaking the sheets; I open my eyes
and see Rex staring down at me, his face flushed. “God, Six...” he pants,
“...you look so sexy.” At that moment, he curls his fingers upward, grazing my
prostate. My back arches suddenly; it feels like a hundred tiny explosions have
gone off in my body.
“Fuck, right there...that's it...”
My cock throbs with a sense of urgency. I reach down and begin stroking it as
Rex continues massaging my sweet spot. He watches with interest as I touch
myself, the haze of lust reflected in his eyes. I decide to put on a show for
him, tugging my cock in one hand and rubbing my balls with the other, moaning
like a bitch in heat at the immense pleasure. I’m far too horny to care how
shameful I must look.
From the expression on Rex’s face, I can tell that he’s having a hard time
holding back. “Fuck, you drive me crazy, Six. Just watching you makes me wanna
cum.” He presses harder against my prostate. “Mmmm…maybe I’ll make a new build
that we can play with. Maybe something that vibrates…”
“Don’t say that with your fingers inside another man’s ass,” I joke. Rex is
hitting all the right spots, but I want more. I imagine how wonderful his thick
cock will feel inside me. “Rex…ahhhhnn…one more finger…”
He slowly withdraws, causing me to bemoan the sudden emptiness. Then, ever so
carefully, he wriggles three fingers inside me.
The burning pain hits me like a brick; I feel the muscles groaning, stretched
farther than they’ve been in years. But there’s no way I’m stopping now. I
close my eyes and stroke myself faster, trying to take my mind off my aching
hole.
Rex moves cautiously, sliding and stretching as gently as possible. I can feel
him creeping closer to my cock, his hot breath a pleasing sensation against my
thigh. His tongue sweeps along my shaft, saliva dripping between my fingers. I
move my hand to give him full access, and he devours me. I’ve forgotten all
about my pain, concentrating only on Rex’s mouth moving around my length.
By now, Rex is a master at sucking me off. His hand firmly grips the base of my
cock as he works his magic, tongue twirling light circles around the head. He
dips down, taking me in deeper, grazing the shaft with his teeth as he moves up
and down. With each thrust of his fingers, each twist of his tongue, he brings
me closer to orgasm. When I feel myself about to spill over, I clutch the back
of his head, tangling my fingers in his hair and driving him down as far as
possible without choking him. One more thrust is all it takes; engulfed by his
moist heat, I cum hard, back arched and body shaking.
Rex swallows every salty drop of it, sucking until I’m milked clean. He licks
his lips and gazes down at me, fingers easing their way out of my hole. “Now?”
I nod, struggling hard to regain my breath.
But he hesitates, hands frozen on my thighs. “You’re sure this is what you
really want?”
“Yes…” I grasp his wrist, pulling him closer. My other hand guides his cock to
brush against my newly-stretched opening. Rex relaxes and sinks down into my
embrace. Tenderly, I plant a small kiss on the corner of his mouth. “I want
you, Rex.”
Trembling fingers reach across the bed and pick up the bottle of lube on the
table. Rex opens it and slathers a generous amount on his erection. The head of
his cock nudges my hole open, then, inch by inch, I feel his delicious
thickness penetrate me.
Having him inside just feels right, like a puzzle piece falling into place. I
wrap my legs around him, holding him still for a moment and feeling him pulsing
deep within me. Then, I take several deep breaths and give my body over to him
completely.
 “Six, it feels so…tight…and hot…” Rex places a hand beside my shoulder for
balance and starts grinding into me. His slow undulations set my nerve endings
on fire. I moan loudly, my hands gliding across his back, gripping the flesh
there tightly.
“That’s it, Rex—a little faster…fuck, it feels so good…” My mouth seeks out his
neck, licking the sweat from his skin; he quivers as my tongue brushes against
him. His hips speed up their pace, but he’s shaking too much to sustain it for
long.
“Ahhhnnn, Dios! I can’t—I’m gonna cum!” Harder, faster, he pounds into me. Our
bodies move violently against one another, closer than they’ve ever been.
“Six—ahhh—te amo! I love you! I love you!”
Rex lets out a guttural growl, his body tensing suddenly. With a long exhale,
he relaxes, resting his forehead on my shoulder. “S-sorry, Six,” he whispers in
between gasps, “I came too fast.”
I smile and draw him into my embrace. “Don’t worry; it’ll be better next time.”
Laughing, he kisses me gently on the cheek. “You’re the best, Six.” Rex slides
out of me with a deep sigh. He tries to move away, but I hold him tighter. His
warmth covers me like a blanket. It’s not long before I drift off to sleep,
arms wrapped around him, listening to the sound of our peaceful breaths melting
into the still night.
 
                            [[end of chapter five]]
***** Six *****
                                     Six.
                                        
“Six! Six!Answer me, goddammit!”
Holiday’s shrill voice rouses me from my sleep. It’s like a swarm of angry bees
stabbing me in the brain. Once the initial drowsiness fades from my eyes, I’m
able to focus on the objects around me. The digital clock on the table reads 9:
42AM.
Shit. I fell asleep without setting the alarm. Beside me, Rex stirs slightly,
fighting his return to the land of the waking.
“SIX!So help me, if you don’t answer right now, I’m going straight to White
Knight!”
I drowsily reach for my communicator, holding it several inches from my face.
If I had slept with it in my ear like I normally did, I’d be deaf by now. I
push the button and speak, suppressing a yawn. “Six here.”
There’s a brief crackle of static before her voice returns, still high-pitched
and frantic. “It’s about time! I’ve been paging you like crazy!”
With clumsy fingers, I try to rub the sleep from my eyes. Deep inside, I have a
dreadful feeling about this. “Sorry, I’ve been…preoccupied. What seems to be
the problem, Holiday?”
“What else? It’s Rex.” Her voice creaks a bit. “He’s missing. He never showed
up for his appointment today, and Bobo says he hasn’t seen him all morning.
Then, I can’t get in touch with you—”
“I’m up, I’m up,” Rex mumbles, dragging himself onto his elbows. He yawns and
then fixes his tired gaze on me. “Whozzat? Holiday?”
I raise my hand in an attempt to silence him. “Don’t worry, I’ll go find him,”
I tell her in my most assuring voice. “I’m sure he’s just playing hooky again.”
“Don’t bother, Six,” she sneers. “I know he’s with you. In your room.”
My heart nearly stops. How? And how can I play this off? Behind me, Rex chimes
in, “Well, if she knew where I was, then why even bother asking? Seriously,
Doc, c’mon!”
“You’re not helping, Rex,” I hiss, covering the communicator with one hand.
Precious seconds are ticking away. The longer I hesitate, the more suspicious
she’ll become. “We were just training. I thought you’d be angry with me for
keeping him, so I didn’t admit it at first. Sorry, we must’ve lost track of
time.” I speak calmly and clearly.
“Nice try,” she counters, “but I know you’re lying. See, Knight had me working
on some new tracking devices. I’ve been implanting them into Rex and monitoring
the results. Looks like I managed to finally engineer one that his nanites
couldn’t deactivate.”
I shouldn’t be surprised that Holiday had finally discovered our secret; we had
been on borrowed time from the start. But my mind races and my stomach churns.
I swallow hard, praying that I’m still asleep and dreaming. Rex leans over my
shoulder, straining to hear our conversation. “Dude, is she for real? Shit.”
My trembling thumb depresses the button. “I—like I said, we’ve been training—”
“Oh yeah? What kind of training have you been doing, exactly? Because I checked
the tracker’s backlog, and he’s been there every night for the past two weeks!
Why don’t you explain that to me?”
“Fuck...” Rex squeezes my arm. “What are we gonna do now, Six?”
I don’t know, Rex. What can we do but come clean? Though there was technically
nothing in the Providence employee handbook prohibiting relationships between
agents, the fact that I’ve been fucking my seventeen-year-old partner is bound
to cause some controversy. White Knight will probably exile me to one of
Providence’s more remote bases, like Antarctica. Fuck, I knew it was going to
end sooner or later, just not like this. “Does Knight know?” I ask her.
Holiday laughs snidely. “Yeah, like I’d tell him I found a way for him to keep
track of his precious ‘weapon’ 24/7.” She pauses. “But I will if the two of you
don’t get down here immediately and explain yourselves. I mean it! You’ve got
five minutes! Holiday out.”
The line goes silent. I toss the communicator back onto the table; it bounces
once, then rolls onto the floor. I’m too nervous to give a fuck right now.
Isn’t this what I wanted—a way out?I sigh and heave myself out of bed.
“Wait, Six—let me go first.”
I turn to see Rex quickly gathering up his clothes. “Holiday wants to see both
of us. She’s already mad as it is. Who knows what she’s thinking?”
He pulls on his underwear, then nearly stumbles trying to get into his pants.
“Yeah, but you always look so put-together. If you walk in there with your hair
and clothes all messed up, smelling like sex, she’ll know for sure something’s
up. I’ll stall her while you get a quick shower.”
I stand there idly, naked, while Rex throws on his jacket and begins searching
for his shoes. He grabs one from under the bed, and then crosses to the
opposite side of the room to retrieve the other. Though I’d rather not deal
with this situation, I’m not sure that leaving it in Rex’s hands is an entirely
good idea. But my apprehension gets the best of me. “Fine, I’ll meet you there
in ten minutes.” Rex nods and sprints for the door.
“Rex, wait—”
He freezes, half his body out the door. A puzzled look flits across his face.
“What are you going to say to her?”
“Don’t worry, Six,” he smiles, “I’ll take care of things. Just trust me.”
Though I have trouble trusting in Rex’s weak promises, I find a small amount of
comfort in his words. Honestly, I’d have believed any lie just to buy myself a
few more seconds to sort through my tangled thoughts. As the shower’s hot water
rushes over me, I dig deep inside my mind for some sort of believable excuse.
Each time the thought of admitting the truth surfaces, my resolve begins to
crumble. I cover my face with my hands.
God, I’m such a coward.
 
It takes me a minute or so to spot Holiday. She and Rex appear to be arguing
inside a small enclosed lab with a large window. When she spots me through the
glass, she shoots me a glare angry enough to kill a rampaging EVO. Rex just
smiles and waves. Begrudgingly, I take a deep breath and enter.
She barely gives the door a chance to close before attacking me. “Care to tell
me what the hell is going on?”
Rex sits on a stool by a large whiteboard. Though the two of them had been
engaged in a heated conversation, he’d grown silent the moment I entered the
room.  Now, he gazes blankly at a shelf of flasks, the chemicals inside
glittering brightly in the light.
There are two long lab tables in the room; I lean against one of them, as far
away from Holiday as physically possible in such a tiny space. She crosses her
arms and waits for an answer, but my tortured mind has nothing to offer. “I…I
can’t…”
“Try me. I could believe anything after listening to Rex.”
I can feel my extremities going numb. I knew leaving Rex alone with her was a
bad idea. Now what the hell has he stirred up? “And just what did Rex tell
you?” I try to steady my voice, but there’s no hiding the fear bubbling to the
surface.
Rex shrugs. “I told her that we were lovers.” He says it so matter-of-factly,
my heart nearly stops from the shock.
“What?!”
“Tell me he’s joking, Six.” Holiday approaches me, stopping just inches from my
face. I can feel her eyes burning through the green tint of my protective
shades. “Well?”
With my back against the table, I’ve nowhere to run. I have no excuses, no
words to make this right. I can’t even open my mouth to speak. Silence is my
answer.
She clasps her hand to her mouth. “Oh, god. It’s true, isn’t it?” Her eyes grow
wide; she blinks them several times, as if forcing back tears. “Fuck, I’m such
a fool for not seeing it!” Holiday begins pacing the room, her boots clicking
loudly. “All the little gestures and whisperings and those goddamn biometric
readings—teenage hormones, my ass! What the fuck is wrong with me?!”
“C’mon, Doc, don’t beat yourself up over it.” Rex stands and tries to place a
comforting hand on her shoulder, but she angrily brushes it off.
Her face is now seething with rage. She turns to me and shouts, “How long, Six?
How long has this been going on?”
“A little over six months,” Rex replies. “Look, it’s not like we could just
come out right away—”
“Rex, be quiet!” she snaps. He immediately takes a step backward, knocking the
stool over with a loud clatter. As he rushes to right it, Holiday turns her
anger back to me. “Well? What have you got to say for yourself?”
What do I say to her?On the rare occasions that I did consider what would
happen if we were caught, I always had a stash of lies stockpiled in the back
of my brain. But now, there isn’t so much as a speck to be found. My mind is a
complete blank; my words like weights hanging in the back of my throat. “I…I’m
sorry.” I can’t manage to produce anything else other than a baseless apology.
“That’s it?” Her voice creaks as it grows louder. I can only hope that the room
is soundproof. “I expected more from you, Six. What the hell were you
thinking?!” She waves a dismissive hand. “Oh wait, that’s right—you weren’t.”
Rex jumps to my defense, unsuccessfully trying to step between the two of us.
“You can’t blame this all on Six, Doc. We’re both in love—”
Holiday spins to face him, her cheeks turning ghostly white as she screams.
“Sure, you’re ‘in love,’ you’re ‘in love,’” she mocks. “What the hell would you
know?!”
“I know enough—”
“Then you should’ve known not to let him sleep with you!”
“Stop! Both of you!” Rex and Holiday turn, startled by my sudden outburst. Even
I’m shocked at the sound of my own voice. My head throbs from listening to all
the shouting and insults. I try my best to massage the pain from my forehead. I
never wanted this to happen. I never wanted to be in this situation. What else
can I do?“You’re right,” I tell her. “This is entirely my fault. I’m the adult
here; I should’ve shown some restraint.”
“Restraint? Christ, Six, I told you to relate to him, not fuck him!”
“I know. I…I acted irresponsibly. It was unlike me.”
Holiday clenches her fists in frustration. “For fuck’s sake, he’s more than
half your age! Did you throw your morals out the goddamn window?!” The room
seems to shake from her fury.
Rex steps beside me. When he speaks, his voice is tense. “Six, what are you
guys talking about?”
“Shut up, Rex!” she interjects. “Don’t ever come to me for advice again, Six.
You’ll just fuck things up even more.”
“Six!” Rex pleads, tugging on my sleeve
I turn my eyes to the ground, unable to face him. “I…” I can’t keep this up;
this is something I have to do.“I had a temporary lapse in judgment; it won’t
happen again.” I say it to the both of them, though in reality it’s more
directed at myself.
Instantly, I see a change in his demeanor. He returns to the innocent boy I
thought I knew. “So that’s it, huh?” His words spill out like a trembling
stream. “We were just some unfortunate accident?”
“Rex,” I sigh, gazing into his wounded eyes. I expect the weight to lift from
my chest, but it only grows heavier. Still, it’s too late to stop now. “I’m
sorry, Rex. What happened between us was never supposed to happen.”
“Yeah, well it happened,” he yells. “And now you’re saying you regret it?”
“I never meant to—”
“Why don’t you man up and take responsibility?”
“Rex, please—” I reach for him, but he shoves me away. I stumble into the
table, my back hitting the hard edge.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” he shrieks. “You think it’s fun to fuck around with
my feelings? Like I’m someone you can just screw and then throw away?
Goddammit, Six, take some responsibility for what you’ve done. I fucking fell
in love with you! And that means nothing, right? If you never cared about me,
then why didn’t you tell me?”
“Rex, just listen to me, please—”
“No. I’m done here.” He storms to the exit, but pauses just beyond it. Turning
around, he shouts for the entire lab to hear, “You can go fuck yourself, Six,
because I’m not doing it anymore!” I can just barely make out the tears in his
eyes as he runs off.
My first instinct is to chase after him—to take responsibility, as Rex had
called it—but Holiday growls my name, making me freeze before I can take more
than two steps.
“Six! I’m not done with you yet!”
Her voice drones on in the background, yelling, judging and condemning. All I
can focus on at the moment is the blur of red streaking across the lab. Guilty
and helpless, all I can do is watch him leave. It’s over, I tell myself.
Whatever comes next, be happy that it’s over.
 
After halfheartedly listening to Holiday scold me, I wander the halls for some
time, trying to lose myself in the crowds of faceless agents. I want to get as
far away from the memory of this morning as possible. Though Rex is nowhere to
be seen, his image is still fresh in my head, the pain of betrayal plastered
across his face. They think I’m a terrible person, and they’re right.The
negative thoughts are inescapable.
The day crawls by slowly. I don’t feel much like working, nor do I have an
appetite for lunch. Instead, I head back to my room, deciding that I’d rather
hide from the world for the time being. The empty darkness is exactly what I
need right now.
Once inside, I remove my shoes and jacket and lie down on the bed. The sheets
are still a mess from this morning, but I don’t entirely care. I fixate on the
stillness around me, hoping that it will help my mind relax. When that doesn’t
work, I attempt to reason with myself.
You won’t have to put up with his whims anymore.
But I miss him.
Stop tormenting yourself; it had to be done.
But I hurt him.
He’s young, he’ll get over it. Having your heart broken is a part of life.
But whose heart did I break?
I just don’t know.
My eyes feel heavy all of a sudden; I take off my shades and roll over onto my
side, on top of something hard. The object is long and cylindrical. I dig it
out from underneath me to give it a closer look, and recognize it immediately.
It’s the tantō I had given Rex for his sixteenth birthday.
He must’ve returned it while I was still with Holiday.I grasp the handle and
pull gently, revealing the short yet brilliant blade. “Whether for good or ill,
our fates will follow the same path.” Those were the words I had spoken when I
bequeathed it to him—a promise that I would always be by his side. But now I’m
all alone, clutching the cold sheath to my chest. I wipe at the tears stinging
my eyes.
Shit, Rex, what have I done?
Why did I say those things? What made me think that I could so easily forget
the softness of our mouths melting together? Or the way he felt wrapped in my
embrace, our warm bodies resting peacefully after a long night of giving in to
passion? Rex knew what he felt from the start; why did it take me so long to
figure it out?
I jerk upright, my heart pounding like mad.
I have to find Rex.
 
“Rex, I need to talk—” But when the door to his room opens, I’m shocked into
silence by the utter chaos before me. Clothes and personal items are strewn
everywhere, posters are torn from the walls—it looks like a bomb went off.
Various programs and intervals of static eerily flicker across the flat screen
TV. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of Bobo lounging on Rex’s
bed, channel-surfing with a bored look on his face. “A thousand channels and
nothin’s ever on, am I right?” His eyes remain glued to the screen as he says
this.
“Where’s Rex? He hasn’t been answering his communicator.”
“He’s gone, loverboy. Says he ain’t comin’ back, neither.He pauses for a moment
on a wrestling match, then quickly switches to a reality show featuring
teenagers partying at a nightclub. “Eh, this’ll work,” he mutters to himself
before turning to me. “I tried talkin’ some sense into him, but he wasn’t
hearin’ it.” Bobo shakes his head. “Teenage hormones, I tell ya.”
“I swear, if I hear that phrase one more time—”
“Hey!” He tosses the remote aside, and with a quick swing of his legs, he’s
standing on top of the bed, his one good eye shooting knives at me. “Don’t go
takin’ your anger out on me just because you can’t keep a boyfriend!”
I raise my eyebrow. “What the hell are you babbling about?”
“Look, I didn’t fall from no banana tree; I know what you two have been doin’.”
Bobo holds up his hands and makes an obscene gesture. “Ehh? Am I right?” he
laughs.
Filthy fucking ape.I sigh, shaking my head. “Bobo, I don’t have time—”
“Y’know, I told him he was better off. I can imagine how boring it must’ve been
gettin’ fucked by a frigid jerk like you.”
My fingers twitch; I resist the urge to pull out my katanas. “How long ago did
he leave?”
He shrugs. “An hour, maybe?”
Shit. He’s got a decent head start. I consider asking Holiday to track him for
me, but my head can only take so much screaming in one day. I’d rather find Rex
on my own. Besides, this is my responsibility.
As I hurry out of the room, I hear Bobo shout behind me, “Hey! In the off
chance ya do find the kid, remind him that he promised me I could have his bed,
and I ain’t intendin’ on givin’ it back!”
 
It doesn’t take me long to find Rex; there are only so many pizza and burger
joints in the surrounding area. As I drive by, I spot him sitting by the window
at a shabby-looking place called Luigi’s Bistro, chatting with a red-headed
waitress in a bandana. I make sure to park the car a few blocks away from the
restaurant, so as not to arouse any suspicion. But as I round the corner, I
catch a glimpse of Rex careening down the street in his “Rex Ride," the angry
waitress shouting after him.
“Get your ass back here and pay me! I am not chasing you in these heels!”
“Rex, wait!” I run as fast as I can, keeping my eyes on his blurred form in the
distance. As I pass her, the waitress grabs at my jacket; I hear her stumbling
behind me as the fabric slips from her grasp.
“Hey, green man!”
I turn and shoot her an annoyed glance. “What?”
She steadies herself and adjusts the black bandana on her head, her heels
tapping on the pavement. “I don’t know if you know this, but your son-of-a-
bitch friend there skipped out on his bill. So either you pay me now, or I’ll
find your car and make you pay later.”
Grumbling, I pull out my wallet and hand her a $50 bill. “Keep the change,” I
mutter under my breath.
She tucks the money beneath her bandana, eyeing me curiously. “You supposed to
be a CIA agent or something?”
“I don’t have time to talk—”
“Oh, I got it! I bet you’re with Providence, right?” The waitress points in the
direction Rex went. “Is that guy an EVO?”
I sigh and attempt to walk away, but she grabs my arm. “Miss, do you have
anything relevant to contribute? Because I’m in a hurry here.”
She winks at me, her blue eyes twinkling. “Look, as much as I hate my job, my
boss would probably have a coronary if this place got raided by Providence. So
I guess I should tell you that you might wanna check near the railroad tracks
for that EVO. You know, near the 54th Street bridge? He mentioned something
about ‘going hobo’ and hopping a train. They come about every hour.”
No time for words, I nod my thanks and hurry off. Behind me, the girl yells
out, “Yo, green man! When you’re kicking his ass, tell him Amera sent you!”
 
The loudmouthed waitress is right; as I cross the bridge at 54th Street, I spy
Rex by the tracks below, kicking some stones around. I climb down the nearby
embankment as stealthily as possible. I haven’t had to chase Rex down like this
since his early teenage years, when his idea of rebellion was hot-wiring a
transport tank to go cruising for babes and burgers. Those days, I could do
without.
When Rex hears my feet hit the gravel, he turns. “Oh, it’s you. Are you and
Holiday keeping tabs on me now?” he sneers.
I approach him with caution. “I came on my own, Rex. Because—”
“—Whatever you’re thinking, you can just forget it,” he cuts in. “I’m not going
back to Providence. Shit, I would’ve been miles away by now if I could hold my
builds for more than a few minutes at a time.” He kicks up a cloud of dust that
lingers in the hot, stagnant air. “I’m just too goddamned upset to focus.”
“I know. It’s all my fault.” Despite the burning rage in his face, I press on,
unafraid. “I want to apologize. I was wrong about us…about everything. Please
forgive me and come back home. I—”
“You think I give a fuck about your guilt, Six? Do you know what it’s like to
lose someone you love?”
Did I truly know how Rex was feeling?I think back to my days growing up with
One, the man I’d wished would be more than just a father figure. And then there
was Knight, whose lips I’d wanted to kiss so badly but to whom I could never
seem to get close enough. Could it even be considered love if it was one-sided?
 My chest feels heavy; when I inhale, it feels like I’m being crushed beneath a
ton of dirt. “I—Maybe. I don’t want to find out now.”
Rex clenches his fists, nanites surging through his arms. “You threw me away,
and now you think you can just have me back? Fuck you, Six! Just leave me
alone!”
I step forward, stretching out my hand to him. “I’m not leaving unless you’re
with me.”
“What don’t you understand, Six? I’m not coming! I never want to see you
again!” With a deep growl, Rex activates the nanites in his right arm,
releasing his Big Fat Sword. He points it threateningly in my face. “I mean it,
Six. Just go.”
“Not without you.”
Rex raises his sword, poising for attack. I stand, unflinching, waiting for him
to inevitably come to his senses.
But the blade comes down first.
Had my reflexes been anything but razor-sharp, I would’ve been sliced in two. I
drop to the ground and manage to roll out of the way at the very last second;
the tip of the sword crashes into the dirt just a few feet from me. Stunned
from Rex’s attack, I stagger to my feet, leaning against the wall of the
underpass for balance. I glance back over at Rex as he raises his weapon a
second time.
“Comprende,Six? You think this is some game?” He strikes the bridge wall with a
loud Clang! “Now leave!”
I can barely steady my breathing. Rex looks fit to kill me—he nearly just did.
But there’s no way I’m going to give up. “Stop it, Rex. I don’t want to fight
you. I just want to talk.”
“It’s too late for that!” He swings fast; I can hear the swoosh of the blade
penetrating the air around me as I duck. Rex is quick on the rebound, slicing a
second time. I have no choice but to engage my katanas. CLASH!Metal slams into
metal as I block his strike. The screeching noise of our blades sliding against
one another is deafening.
Rex is weak from struggling to keep his nanites under control. I lightly shove
him backwards, causing him to stumble a bit. Though I could easily overpower
him, I have to remind myself to take it easy. I want Rex to come with me of his
own volition.
It only takes a moment for him to regain his footing. He lunges at me, his
sword striking dead air as I skirt past. Wildly, he swings again and again. My
arms are growing tired from maintaining my passive fighting stance. This
senselessness has to end soon. “Please, Rex! Just listen to me! I care about
you too much to let you go!”
“Liar! You never cared about me! You only cared about yourself!”
Swords crash together like lips crashing—bodies crashing—into one another.
Memories of the two of us rattle around in my head. Rex, how can I get through
to you?
I push him harder this time; his foot hits the edge of the railroad track and
he tumbles over. No sooner does he hit the ground than he’s back up again,
scowling and brandishing his weapon. I take several steps back, bracing myself
against the wall. I fight to catch my breath, sweat dripping from my face; I
can’t do this anymore.
“Give it up, Six,” Rex gasps, his chest heaving from exhaustion. “I’ll break
you.”
“You broke me a long time ago!” I shout.
Then, everything seems to happen in slow-motion. Rex is charging forward, rays
of sunlight playing off his sword as it travels through the air toward me. The
katanas slip from my hands and clatter to the ground, their dull metal sound
echoing off the walls around us. I feel something hot against my face and then,
bit by bit, the green veil in front of my eyes falls away, revealing a bright
blue afternoon sky. I gaze over at Rex, watching calmly as his sword seems to
disintegrate, pieces of orange and gray tinkling to the earth below.
It’s Rex’s sudden screams that bring me back to reality.
“Six! SIX!” He springs forward and wraps his arms around me, hot tears staining
my jacket. “Why didn’t you dodge?! Why didn’t you dodge?!” He repeats those
words over and over, burying his face in my neck.
There’s a dull ache growing in my head. I glance over his shoulder and notice
my shades lying on the ground, the earpiece cut clean off. Dazedly, I raise my
hand to my face, my fingertips sliding through a stream of blood on my left
cheek. At once, I feel an intense stinging in my upper arm. I reach over and
gingerly touch the damp, tattered threads on my left shoulder, groaning at the
searing pain caused by just a brush of my fingers. The “tears” I’d thought Rex
had been crying was, in reality, blood. I can already feel the warm liquid
traveling down my chest. Reflexively, I press my hand to the wound to control
the bleeding.
Rex cries uncontrollably, mumbling, “I’m sorry, oh fuck, I’m so sorry!” He
squeezes me tightly; I allow my body to rest in his embrace, placing all my
weight on him. My legs are shaking from shock; I can barely stand as it is.
If I had been honest with myself from the start, this never would have
happened. It’s time I let my heart speak. “Rex, I’m sorry,” I whisper into his
ear. “I’m just a selfish coward. I was so afraid of getting hurt; I never
considered how much I’d been hurting you. I thought—” Tears spill down my face,
stinging the cut on my cheek. “I thought if I kept denying my feelings, they
would just disappear like they’d never even existed. I was wrong. It’s just
that...no one has ever loved me back.” Softly, I kiss the side of his neck.
“Please forgive me. I want you to come home. I can’t imagine my life without
you.”
Rex nods, gently pulling back. His clothes are covered in my blood. “Can you
stand for a minute?” he asks, using the back of his glove to wipe the tears
from his face. “I’ll see if I can get us out of here.”
Before he lets go, I lean in and plant a kiss on his forehead. “Just
concentrate, Rex. I know you can do it.” A train whistles far off in the
distance. Leaning down, Rex picks up my katanas and hands them to me; I quickly
retract the blades and slide them back into the specially-designed holsters
inside my sleeves. The stabbing pain in my shoulder grows worse with each
movement.
He steps a safe distance away from me, focusing all his energy on the nanites
in his legs. The lines in his pants begin to glow blue, and in a flash, his
lower body transforms into the Rex Ride. He pulls down his orange goggles and
gestures for me to hop on. “Think you can hang on?” he asks. “We gotta get you
back to base fast.”
The bleeding at my shoulder has slowed somewhat, the matted fabric of my shirt
serving as a makeshift bandage. I sit behind him, carefully wrapping my arms
around his waist. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”
As he speeds away, Rex shouts back, “Like hell I’m not gonna worry! I already
almost killed you once today!”
I laugh to myself, giving Rex a quick squeeze. Though my body aches, my heart
feels light and hopeful. I press my lips against his ear and whisper,
“Aishiteru, Rex.”
“Huh?” He turns his head slightly. “What’s that?”
“It’s Japanese.”
“But I don’t speak any Japanese, Six.”
“I know.” I smile and rest my head against his back, watching the world race by
in a blur of colors and sounds.
 
                            [[end of chapter six]]
***** Seven *****
                                    Seven.
                                        
“Doc! Holiday! We need your help, stat! We—oof!” Rex shuts his mouth
temporarily and rubs the spot on his ribs where I had just jabbed my elbow.
“What’d you do that for?”
“You’re not helping the situation, Rex.” In fact, I had specifically told him
several times on the ride back not to cause a scene, though he probably hadn’t
heard me over his frantic apologies and incessant worrying. His frenzied
outbursts have already drawn the gaze of several lab technicians. They stop
dead in their tracks and stare inquisitively; a few run off shouting for
Holiday. I groan. As if the sight of two bruised and bloodied men limping
around didn’t attract enough attention. “And you don’t need to hold me up, Rex,
I can walk just fine. It’s not my legs that are injured.”
Frowning, he removes his arm from around my waist. “But what if you’ve lost too
much blood? You’re not feeling dizzy, are you?”
“I’m fine, really. I’ve told you about ten times that it’s just a minor flesh
wound. The pain isn’t even that excruciating.” In the distance, I can hear the
hurried tapping of heels on linoleum. Holiday appears from around a corner of
one of the lab’s large machines, nearby technicians pointing her in our
direction. When she sees our sorry state, she nearly snaps her clipboard in
half.
“Six?! Rex?! What the hell happened?!”
I flash her a smile, though with the pain I’m experiencing at the moment, it’s
more like a wince. “Lover’s quarrel,” I explain calmly.
“Six started it,” Rex chimes in.
She heaves an exasperated sigh. “Do I even want to ask what the hell you two
have gotten yourselves into now?” Her hand moves to massage her forehead. “I
swear I can’t leave you out of my sight for a minute!”
“I can tell you about it after you patch me up. OK?” I gesture to my shoulder
for emphasis.
Holiday is not amused. “Dammit, Six! I’m a biomechanical engineer, not a
surgeon! We have an infirmary here—”
“I don’t trust my well-being to just anyone, Rebecca.” I smile to myself. I
know that calling Holiday by her first name is a surefire way to get her to
acquiesce to any of my requests. “Please, it won’t even take long.”
“Yeah, and we don’t wanna have to explain this more than once,” Rex adds,
wiping at the bloodstains on his shirt.
Holiday stares at the two of us for a moment, an irritated look on her face.
“Fine,” she breathes, “let’s make this quick.” She turns. “Six, follow me. Rex,
go back to your room and clean yourself up.”
“But, Doc…” Rex whines, hurrying along behind us.
Angrily, she spins around. “I mean it, Rex! I don’t need you pacing around like
a nervous wreck, distracting me.”
With my uninjured arm, I strip off my tie and toss it to him. “Rex, do you
think you could keep busy by doing some laundry and maybe straightening up the
room for us?”
He nods. “Should I wash the sheets, too?”
“SIX!!!Let’s move it!” Holiday grabs the sleeve of my jacket and tugs hard; my
arm feels like it’s about to tear off.
As we walk away, Rex yells out, “OK, I’ll be back soon! Don’t worry, Six!
You’re in good hands!”
Shit, I hope so, I tell myself.
 
She takes me to a small corner in the back of the lab where a solitary hospital
bed is set up behind a curtain partition. There are several glass-paneled
cabinets on the wall with various medical supplies inside. Holiday neatly sifts
through the contents for some basic tools: surgical gloves, shears, sutures,
gauze and cotton balls, tape, a syringe, and some bottles of sterile water and
anesthetic. She ushers me onto the bed, and begins to cut off my stained jacket
and shirt. We remain silent as she cleans the blood from my skin, wiping
carefully across my chest with antiseptic-soaked cotton balls. I try not to
show how much pain I’m feeling as she starts to irrigate the gash in my
shoulder, but she must see my body tense up, because she stops to ask, “Feeling
ok?” All the anger is gone from her voice, replaced by a tone of genuine
concern.
“I’ll survive,” I grumble, resisting the urge to curse Rex under my breath. I
guess I deserve this after all, I reason.
Holiday injects some anesthetic around the wound, and then reaches for her
sutures. “Just so you know, I’ve only ever done this on a dead frog before, so
don’t get mad if I leave a scar.”
“Don’t worry,” I smile, “it’ll be a fond memory of today.”
“Oh, you mean the day you and Rex nearly killed each other? Let me guess—the
shouting match you two had earlier wasn’t enough?”
I watch the thin needle pierce my skin, feeling only a slight pinch. “That
seems to be the gist of it.”
“Yeah? Anything else you want to say about it?”
“We argued, fought, and made up. That’s all there is to it.”
She shakes her head, her bun swaying from side-to-side. “You’re a man of few
words, Six." Her hands move meticulously, lacing the very edges of the wound
together. “And your relationship with Rex?”
“We’ve no intention of breaking it off,” I tell her somberly. “It may be hard
for some to accept, but we’re in it for the long run.”
“Hmmmm,” Holiday murmurs. “What if White Knight was to find out?”
“We’ll deal with that when it happens. But I’m not terribly concerned.”
A small smile plays across her face. “Of course. I shouldn’t be surprised.”
“How so?” I gaze at her curiously.
“It’s just that…” She pauses, sighing. “Six…I want to apologize for the way I
reacted earlier. Flying off the handle like that—”
“Don’t—” I give her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “It was only natural for
you to feel upset.”
“But that’s not like me at all. I just—I mean, I’ve been flirting for years
without so much as a rise out of you, but when Rex all of a sudden shows some
interest, you can’t jump into bed with him fast enough.” She lets out a nervous
laugh. “I was kind of…jealous.”
I feel a twinge of pain in my chest at Holiday’s words. “I’m sorry; this is
just who I am.”
She returns to work, hands shaking slightly. “I guess it was my pride that was
hurt the most. Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t attracted to women? I
would’ve backed off.”
“It’s not something I can just blurt out at random,” I explain. “Besides, I
don’t feel it’s anyone’s business to know what I do in my personal life.”
“I see,” she muses. “I just wish you had felt like you could trust me. I always
thought the two of us were pretty close.”
I turn my head, unable to look at her. All I can manage in response is a weak
“Sorry.” I truly am a terrible person, having hurt my closest friends like
this. I only hope Holiday can forgive me like Rex had.
I feel the tug of the needle through my flesh. Holiday sighs. “Well, I guess I
can’t be too angry with you. I was the one too dense to put the pieces
together. It was inevitable, after all.”
“What was?” I turn to see her staring at me with a warm smile.
“You and Rex falling for each other. I remember how indifferent you were when
he first began working with us, but the two of you seemed to grow closer each
day. You weren’t just partners, you were friends—family almost.” Her grin
becomes wider. “I can see how much you love him. You always loved him in a
way.”
I return her smile. Holiday has the uncanny knack for speaking the truth.
“You’re right. I love him more now than ever. And the feeling will only grow
stronger.”
“Well, Six, I’m happy for the two of you. I can’t picture Rex with a better
person.” She finishes her final knot and cuts the line. After tossing out the
needle and excess sutures, she tapes some gauze over the newly-stitched skin.
“There, good as new. Just don’t do it again.”
“Promise,” I chuckle. I hop down from the bed and surprise her with a hug.
“Thank you, Rebecca. You’re a good friend.”
“Hey, knock it off!” Holiday pushes me away, blushing. “Save the display of
affection for Rex, ok? Speaking of which, you should probably go track him down
before he worries himself into a stupor.”
“Right. Let’s go find him.” But before I can slide the curtain aside, Holiday
stops me.
“Oh, Six, wait! One more thing—” She grabs a moist cotton ball and swabs the
cut on my face before slapping a bandage on it. “Now you’re good to go. If it
hurts, just have Rex kiss it better for you.”
“What’s that?” Holiday and I turn to see Rex brush past the curtain, Bobo
beside him. “Am I in trouble or something?”
“Oh, no,” Holiday waves a dismissive hand. “We were just finishing up here.”
“Did you have to bring the monkey?” I ask, raising my eyebrow.
Rex shrugs. “He followed me back when I stopped for some clean clothes.”
“I wanted to see how bad he kicked your ass,” Bobo remarks. “Clearly it wasn’t
bad enough.”
I’m about to grab Rex and walk out before I do something stupid, like clock
Bobo in his ugly purple face, when Holiday chimes in: “You know, you two really
need to treat each other better if you want this to work out.”
“Duly noted,” I reply, tugging Rex away.
“You better take good care of him, Rex,” she adds, winking. “Don’t be selfish;
he needs rest and fluids, and I’m not talking about the kind of fluids that
come from an injection of your hypodermic needle.”
“Whoaaaaa, Doc! TMI!” Rex holds up his hands. I groan and cover my eyes.
“Yeah, thanks for that mental image,” Bobo complains.
“Oh, and FYI, I like it better when I’m on the bot—”
“Rex! Let’s go!” I drag him from the space before he can say something even
stupider. Once we’ve slowed to a walking pace, I place my good arm around his
shoulder. Together, we stumble through the lab, slowly making our way to the
exit. The lab techs are staring at us again, but their gaze doesn’t bother me.
I glance down at Rex. “You’ll help me back to my room, right?”
“Oh, umm, sure.” He looks puzzled. “I thought you said your legs weren’t
bothering you.”
“They’re not. I just want to be close to you,” I whisper. “Keep me company,
OK?”
Rex smiles, wrapping his arm around me. “Whatever you want, Six. I’m all
yours.”
 
I don’t even wait for the bedroom door to close before drawing him into a kiss.
His soft lips yield to mine, our tongues dancing gracefully together as my
fingers glide across his cheek, coming to rest in a tangle of dark hair. He
moans quietly, arms wrapping around my waist. Rex’s leather gloves stick to the
bare skin of my back like glue. There are far too many clothes between us.
I gently drive Rex back against the wall, lips moving south to kiss along his
neck. My hands slide under his shirt, palms gliding over taut flesh. His skin
prickles beneath my fingertips. He gasps as I travel upwards; my thumbs pause
to turn circles over his stiff nipples. The soft touches leave Rex quivering.
“Ahnnn, Six…we should stop…your injury…”
I smirk, my hand moving to grope the bulge in his pants. “You think you’ll be
able to stop?” I whisper into his ear.  I unzip his fly and slip my hand
beneath the elastic of his boxers, grazing the silken skin of his shaft. His
cock is already throbbing, the tip slick with precum.
“Y-yeah, sure. I’ll be alright,” he gasps. “Besides, Holiday told me not to be
selfish.”
“But she didn’t say I couldn’t be selfish.” I tug on his erection, eliciting
moans of pleasure from his lips. “And right now, I want to make love to you
like never before.” My fingers brush against his foreskin, and I give it a
playful tug before sliding a digit between it and the slick head of his cock.
“Ahh…M-me too, Six.” His breathing is ragged; he reaches down and starts to
slide off his pants. I step back and allow him to undress, finding it hard to
control myself as I watch his clothes come off piece by piece, revealing the
delicious young body beneath them. When he’s finished, I hold out my hand to
him. He places his palm in mine, and I pull him close for another kiss. Rex
begins to unfasten my pants, pulling them down slowly. I shiver as the fabric
grazes every sensitive inch of me.
An eternity seems to pass as Rex removes my shoes and socks and strips away the
rest of my clothes. I watch intently as he kneels before me, his eyes brimming
with hunger. His tongue darts out and licks the underside of my cock, from the
base up to the very tip. My body shudders as the warm sensation travels up my
swollen length.
“Ahhh…Rex…” His lips wrap around the head, hands gripping my hips as he pumps
my cock in and out at a slow pace. I close my eyes and lose myself in the wet
heat of his mouth. My hand reaches for the gauze at my shoulder, gingerly
touching the wound there. Long after the stitches are removed, a scar will
still remain—a memory of Rex that I’ll always carry with me. I smile and gaze
down at him as he ravishes my cock. The feeling is so blissful; I could stay
like this forever. But my selfish heart wants more of him.
With weighted fingertips, I gently tap his shoulder, a sign that it’s time to
move on. Rex releases my cock and slowly rises to his feet. Our bodies melt
together in another kiss, hot and deep. When we move apart, I take his hand and
lead him over to the bed, where I sit with my back against the headboard. I
position him so that he’s straddling me with his knees on either side of my
legs. But before he can move to sit down, I part my lips and take him into my
mouth.
Rex groans as I devour him inch by inch, taking his thickness all the way to
the back of my throat. My hands knead his ass while I suck his cock, tongue
swirling around the head each time I reach the peak.
“Six…ahhhn…it’s so good…” The taste of his delicately salty precum has me
yearning for more; my head bobs faster, seeking the milky sweetness inside him.
I feel Rex’s fingers wrap around my wrist and pull gently, drawing my hand up
to his mouth. He takes two of my digits and begins sucking on them, giving them
a thick coating of saliva. When he’s finished, he guides my hand down between
his crack, urging me inside him. I’m more than happy to oblige.
I tease the outside of his hole, getting the tiny pucker nice and wet. Once I’m
satisfied that he’s slick enough, I wriggle a finger inside, pushing in up to
the knuckle. Rex jerks forward, his body stiffening. I pump in and out a few
times before I slide in a second finger, working them around skillfully,
bringing deep, sultry moans to my lover’s lips.
“Oh, fuck, Six…please don’t make me wait…fuck me…fuck me…”
My mouth slips from around his cock; slowly I withdraw my fingers, gazing into
his reddish-brown eyes. “Get the lube.”
Rex complies, leaning over and grabbing the bottle from its place on the side
table. He pours some into his palm and reaches behind him; I shiver when I feel
the cold liquid hit my erection. Steadily, he lowers himself until his tight
entrance begins to swallow the very tip of my cock. Soon, every inch of me is
inside him, and Rex is sitting comfortably in my lap, his hips moving in
careful undulations.
“Mmm, Rex…you feel amazing,” I murmur. His ass fits me like a glove; it’s so
hot and wet, throbbing around me—I swear I’ve never felt anything as good. I
wrap my arms around him, pressing us closer. Our mouths are drawn together like
magnets, seeking out the warm pleasures held within. We kiss each other deeply,
lovingly, like we’ve been together for ages.
Rex places a hand on my right shoulder, grabbing his cock with the other.
“Ahhhnn…I want us to come together, Six. OK?”
I nod. “I’m close, Rex. Fuck, you’re so hot.” I pull him down, driving my cock
deeper inside. Though the anesthetic Holiday had given me is beginning to wear
off, the ecstasy of making love to Rex trumps any pain I may be experiencing.
I’m about to explode in a wave of pure bliss.
He jerks his cock furiously, moaning loudly into my ear. “Six…I feel
it…aaahhnn…I’m cumming!”
His ass pulses intensely; drawing Rex’s body closer, I erupt inside him,
squeezing him tightly. Seconds later, I hear Rex groan and feel the warm splash
of semen hit my abdomen. Our bodies tremble in synch, our hearts racing and
lungs burning. As I gasp for air, my lips find Rex’s, and I press against them
in a long kiss. When I pull away, my mouth feels strangely lonely.
We sit like that for some time, struggling to breathe normally, our foreheads
touching. Finally, Rex lifts his head and, wiping the sweat from his face,
remarks, “Wow…that was…”
“I know…” I pant, licking salt and saliva from my lips. “I’ve never…felt this
way…before.”
Rex smiles warmly, his fingers brushing the bandage on my cheek. “Icy taro,
Six.”
“Hmm?”
“What you said earlier,” he explains. “Icy taro?”
I laugh and give him a quick peck on the cheek. “Aishiteru, Rex. Watashi wa
anata no koto o kotoba ni dekinai hodo fukaku aishiteru.” I love you more
deeply than I can say.
“Te amo,” he replies, grinning. “And what you just said, times a thousand.” He
leans in for another kiss.
I close my eyes and fade into the warmth of his body and heart. In the
tranquility of that room, in the arms of my lover, I make a vow to always hold
close the ones that truly bring me happiness. Our enduring embrace will be a
promise of the future we’ll share together.
Whether for good or ill, our fates will follow the same path.
No matter what this world may have in store for us.
                                        
                             [[“Aishiteru” – end]]
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