OZX Series 2 - Evening
“He did what?” X’s eyes widened and he jerked out of Zero’s arms to stare at him.
Zero frowned, grabbing the dream-created sheets and jerking it over their bodies. “He molested me, schätzchen, and I couldn’t help but enjoy it. So there has to be something else besides you hiding the fact I’m apparently a sex-addict.”
“No offense, Zero, but I figured you’d know that from the fact since we’ve rediscovered our relationship, you’re ready to go every dream.”
“I figured it was because I instinctively missed you. So spill, X. What the hell is wrong with me?”
X sighed deeply, returning to his usual place in Zero’s arms, pillowing his head on the blond’s chest. “Your creator was a pretty depraved man,” X said. “You were already a powerful robot, but he also installed more power in you. However, to prevent short-circuits and such, that power had to be unlocked via particular actions.”
“I’m not sure I like where this is going, schätzchen.”
X shrugged. “Simply put, the program will only release small amounts of that extra power and strength after you’ve hit orgasm while having sex. When we first discovered it, it was a pretty embarrassing situation. But it explained why you got so much stronger as time went on when we got together after Repliforce.”
Zero frowned. “Repliforce?”
“Nothing. Basically, Zero, each time you have sex and are satisfied, you get more powerful. It’s only a little at a time, but that builds up. It’s not limited to your body either, it’s part of your very program.” X blushed heavily. “During the Elf Wars, when your original body was stolen and you were in a weaker copy body, it was decided by the Hunters needed you to be more powerful than Omega. They… they gave us two days to make that happen.”
Zero’s eyes widened. “They made us screw for two days?”
X’s blush intensified. “Pretty much. I was sore as hell, I’ll tell you that. You get the energy and power boost immediately after orgasm, so you were already up and ready to go while I was still panting in effort…”
Zero frowned slightly. So the rage he felt after what Omega did wasn’t really rage, but a burst of energy? “That’s messed up, X. Seriously. And I actually did this?”
“It wasn’t like we didn’t enjoy it,” X traced a finger along Zero’s bare chest. “But it was work and pleasure, it had to be done. And it worked, you were strong enough that with me, we could take out Omega. Before you were resealed, we, ah… celebrated a few times, which may be why you were able to beat him solo this time.”
“Does it have to be with another person?” Zero asked.
“Yes, we weren’t able to trick the program code and you tried, uhm, solo acts but it didn’t work. And it has to be physical. We tried connection and such but… since you were only have emotional and mental orgasms, it apparently didn’t count. You have to get off from another person’s touch.”
Zero sighed heavily. “We need to get you another body, schätzchen.”
“Like I said…” X glanced down. “I… I won’t get mad if you have to use someone to do that. I don’t mean to call you a whore!” X stared up at Zero, who was staring at him in shock. “But if it’ll rid the world of Weil and save the world… then… then use Omega if you need to. I know your heart is mine, and I know you hate the thought of sleeping with anyone but me… I want to come back, but it’ll take Ciel years to re-create a body to support all of my data that I’m lugging around in Elf form, and we don’t have years to wait…”
“You just gave me permission to bang my original body, X. You know how messed up that sounds?”
X chuckled before kissing Zero’s lips lightly. “Just… just don’t love him more than me.”
“That’d be narcissism, schätzchen. I won’t love him, you know it. But I guess it’s time I woke up; heaven knows what he’s doing.”
“Be careful… he is dangerous.”
Zero grinned, kissing X once last time. “I’m more dangerous, schätzchen.”
Zero opened his eyes back to reality, the dreamy warmth of X’s body fading rapidly as he woke up. Omega stood over him, leaning on the closed lid of his pod, and Zero was thankful he decided to honor personal space this time.
Omega smiled at him. “Guten abend, liebste. Sleep well?”
“Well enough,” Zero replied, and Omega backed off as the pod opened and Zero sat up. He turned to face his original body, and Omega was surprised he wasn’t glaring. “What? Are you waiting for something?”
“You said I can’t leave without you,” Omega said, “so I’ve just been sitting here.”
“How are your energy tanks?”
“One full, five empty.”
“Six tanks? Good lord, Weil was out of his mind.” Zero shook his head at Omega’s confused look and climbed out of the pod. “Well, get in there and charge up.”
Omega’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You’re not going to lock me in it, are you?”
Zero grinned. “Vertrauen zu mir?”
“Not much,” Omega smirked back. “After all, you tried to strangle me. Would you trust someone that violent?”
“Get in the damn pod.”
Omega chuckled, but did as he was told, all the while smirking knowingly at Zero. Zero closed the pod with a vengeful slam just as someone knocked on his door. Zero glanced over his shoulder as his fingers turned the pod on, and Omega’s eyes closed in hibernation, his face going slack and almost peaceful.
“Come in,” Zero muttered gruffly, turning to the door.
Cerveau strode into the room purposefully, his eyes immediately falling on the prone Omega in Zero’s pod. His eyebrows rose, but he handed Zero the now fixed Recoil Rod.
“Figured you’d like this back,” Cerveau said, his eyes sliding back to Omega. “Just in case, you know.”
Zero glanced over his shoulder at the pod. “Yeah, I just might.”
Cerveau crossed his arms, pursing his lips. “I have to ask, Zero… we can extract the memory files if that’s all you’re after. But you apparently want the keep the monster alive-what’s your motive? Weil obviously doesn’t give a rat’s ass about it.”
“Him.”
“Pardon?”
“Omega is a him, not an it.” Zero tucked the Recoil Rod into his utility belt. “Don’t give me that look, I know what he’s done, trust me.”
“Then why?” Cerveau asked, uncrossing his arms. “What’s the point of keeping him alive if he’s so dangerous?”
“So far he does what I say,” Zero shrugged. “Perhaps the Resistance can use another me?”
Cerveau frowned. “Bullshit, Zero. We all trust you, which is why we haven’t done anything, but we need some sort of indicator you’re not insane. Why do you keep him?”
Zero waved Cerveau away, much to the engineer’s annoyance. “Das ist mein geheimnis, Cerveau. When I feel like sharing, I’ll let you know.”
Cerveau bristled at the comment, but no one ever could get Zero to say anything he didn’t want, and the scientist certainly wasn’t one of the people he’d listen to. The man stomped out of the room, and Zero threw himself onto the couch and closed his eyes. Truth be told, even he didn’t know what kept himself from slicing Omega’s head off himself. Yet the one day the original has been awake, minus the molestation earlier, Zero could hardly believe it was this guy that destroyed so many people and Zero’s own life. He was just so… like a person.
You’re getting sentimental, Zero chided himself. A monster is a monster.
Even still, when Zero cracked open an eye to look at his original body, sleeping peacefully, he had to wonder if it was really Omega’s fault, or just Weil’s. After all, Omega didn’t exactly have a say in when, how, or why he was created.
Yeah. Sentimental. Idiot. Should have just stabbed the ficker when you could’ve.
Zero closed his eye, deciding another dream with X would calm his mind. Maybe X could even knock sense into him.
~*~
When Zero woke up, it was almost seven at night, and a quick look at the pod made Zero’s heart freeze. Omega wasn’t in it, and he wasn’t in the room anywhere.
Zero never dashed as fast as he did leaving his room and all over the Base. For all their bitching, no one claimed to have seen the bastard, some shrinking away from Zero each time he growled in frustration. He told Omega never to leave his room without him!
A high-pitched giggle made Zero stop in his tracks outside of the living quarter’s area, and when it came again, a much more familiar, deeper chuckle followed. Zero’s core thrummed dangerously high when he realized where Omega was, and with who.
He slammed the door open to Alouette’s room, black eyes blazing. “Verdammt, Omega, I told you not to leave the room!”
Omega glanced up with Alouette, the little puppet on his hand looking comically out of place. The little girl Reploid’s face brightened even more at the sight of her usual playmate and she jumped to her feet, racing to him excitedly.
“Mr. Zero!” she cried. “Do you wanna play with us, too? Mr. Omega is really funny!”
Zero felt his eye twitch, but he patted Alouette’s head gently. “Alouette, kleine lerche, Omega shouldn’t be out and about by himself.”
“But he wasn’t,” Alouette protested, her wide eyes growing wider when she realized someone was in trouble. “I was with him. He was awake when I came to see you, but he told me you were asleep.”
Zero glared at Omega, who was taking the puppet off his hand. “People don’t trust him, kleine lerche. He has to be with me at all times, okay?”
Alouette pouted. “It’s my fault; please don’t be mad at him.”
“Don’t worry,” Omega smiled reassuringly at her. “Zero isn’t mad, he was just worried. But I guess that means I have to go now.”
Alouette ran back to Omega, hugging his leg when he stood. “You’ll play with me again, right, Mr. Omega?”
“If Zero says it’s okay,” Omega said, patting her head.
“Maybe,” Zero frowned. “Be good, kleine lerche.”
Alouette giggled at the nickname, the endearment always bringing a smile to her face. “Mr. Zero, you have a German name for everyone. What’s Mr. Omega’s?”
Zero glanced at his original body as he came up to him, and the blond muttered, “Schmerzen in den arsch. ”
Omega laughed. “You wound me, liebste. That really hurts.”
“I’ll show you hurt when we get back to my room,” Zero growled, shutting the door to Alouette’s room after waving farewell to her.
“That sounds promising,” Omega leered, wrapping his arms around Zero’s neck and nuzzling the side of his face. “I like it.”
“Get off,” Zero shoved him away, and Omega only chuckled.
“You think I’m kidding,” Omega muttered under his breath as Zero lead the way to his quarters.
“Actually,” Zero shoved Omega into the room roughly, closing and fully locking the door. “No, I don’t.”
“Good.”
Zero had actually planned to jump Omega, show him who exactly was boss around here, but he had not anticipated Omega’s leap at him the moment they were awake and alone for the first time. Zero grunted as his back slammed into the door, but the pain faded the moment Omega’s teeth clamped onto his throat and his hands grasped Zero’s slender hips. Zero hissed, his hands finding Omega’s shoulders and gripping them tightly. The original’s tongue trailed up Zero’s neck, over the cheek guard of his helmet and over to his lips, where the tip of his tongue traced Zero’s lips.
“What’s this,” Omega breathed, their lips brushing with each word. “No protests, no threats?”
Zero released Omega’s shoulders and seized his face between his hands, snarling at him before pulling him into a violent, rough kiss. Omega reacted immediately, the air nearly crackling with sexual energy as he bit at Zero’s lips, their teeth clanging against each other’s. Zero growled into Omega’s mouth, his hands painfully pressing against the sides of the original’s face as he was pinned against the door, Omega’s hands gripping Zero’s hips and threatened to crack his armor.
Omega wrenched himself from the kiss, pulling further back as Zero leaned forward for another. A thin trickle of blood trailed down Zero’s chin, and Omega purred sensuously before obliging Zero’s silent demand for another kiss, his tongue slipping between their lips to lick up the blood before shoving it between Zero’s lips. Coppery, acidic flavor spread from Omega’s tongue throughout Zero’s mouth, making him groan.
A bestial growl issued deeply from the back of Omega’s throat, his eyes narrowing as his hands snapped Zero’s waist armor off. Zero’s eyes flew open and he gasped away from the kiss as the broken armor pieces fell to the ground.
“Drecksack, ” Zero snarled, “that wasn’t necessary!”
Omega’s reply was deep rumble and his mouth clamped down on Zero’s throat again. His hands cupped Zero’s bottom, giving it a firm squeeze as his teeth chewed on Zero’s neck as if attempting to eat through the protective suit. Zero’s groan only spurred him on and Omega gnawed all the harder, his hands sliding under Zero’s thighs and hefting him up, forcing Zero to wrap his slender legs around Omega’s waist. His groin pressing harshly against Omega’s still armored waist made Zero moan again, his arms wrapping around Omega’s neck and his hands grabbing fistfuls of hair, pulling hard on the paler blond strands. He pressed against Omega again, gasping loudly when the original’s teeth finally sawed through his undersuit’s neck covering.
When his teeth met soft flesh, Omega nearly roared in victory and he grabbed the frayed edges with his teeth, jerking his head and ripping it more. Zero pulled his hair harder with his right hand, the left releasing the hair it held and slamming his fist into Omega’s helmet.
“Stop that!” Zero growled. “These things aren’t simple to fix-ah!”
Omega’s mouth returned to the now exposed throat, teeth carefully fastened on a defined tendon of muscle. Zero winced even though Omega did not bite down hard, but the threat was clear enough.
“Off the door,” Zero muttered. “Or else anyone passing by will hear us.”
Omega withdrew his mouth, looking at the indention his teeth made. “What’s it to them,” he rumbled.
“Off the door,” Zero growled, his own mouth assaulting Omega’s throat viciously.
Omega groaned as Zero bit ferociously at his neck, attempting to rip the cover himself, and he lifted Zero off the door. He carried Zero to the couch, falling to his knees on the ground, Zero’s bottom hitting the couch. Detangling himself from Zero’s iron grip, he shoved Zero onto his back and lifted Zero’s legs up, then spread them wide apart. Zero’s cheeks stained red at being so crudely handled, and his eyes squeezed shut as Omega’s mouth descended on Zero’s inner left thigh. His teeth pinched Zero as he attempted to get a good hold on the fabric, and Zero winced as he realized Omega’s intent.
“Don’t do it, Omega,” Zero hissed.
The original snickered, giving a short snort in victory when his teeth finally clamped a decent portion of the suit. With a feral growl, Omega jerked his head to the side, the sounds of ripping fabric making Zero gasp and sit up, eyes blazing as he looked down to see himself springing free of the undersuit’s confines; a long, frayed strip hung from Omega’s mouth.
“Verdammt, Omega! I told you-”
“Shut up,” Omega hissed, spitting the fabric from his mouth and baring his teeth. Zero glared at him, and Omega grinned wickedly at him.
Seizing the tear with his hands, Omega shredded Zero’s lower undersuit, much to the blond’s protesting. Threads and tears exposed all of Zero’s nether areas, and Omega stared down at them with an almost disturbing hunger in his eyes. Zero slightly recoiled from the look, a doubtful part of him now believing this was a horrible idea. This was Omega, the monster that wiped out almost the entire human and Reploid population!
Omega stood, unbuckling his own waist armor, still grinning down at Zero. Zero eyed the large bulge rising from between Omega’s legs, only wincing more when he realized he had nothing to assist getting that thing in him. This was a bad idea.
“Why do you look afraid, liebste?” Omega asked as he discarded the armor.
“I’m not usually the recipient…” still Zero’s black eyes remained trained on the spot between Omega’s legs. “And you’re sporting a big saber there, and I have to wonder how the fick it’s going to fit without some help.”
Omega glanced around the room, looking for something to put Zero’s fear to rest. However, Zero kept a rather Spartan room, and nothing immediately jumped at him as a decent lubricant. Omega scowled as his eyes again glanced around until they settled on Zero’s toolbox.
It was as if a light bulb lit up in Omega’s head, and the original stalked over to the box, Zero sitting up and watching in curiosity. Omega rifled through the toolbox noisily, throwing various tools over his shoulder until his hand closed over a canister. A wicked grin came to his face as he yanked it free, turning around to hold the item up like a trophy. Zero blushed hard, realizing Omega had found his can of oil.
“I don’t think-”
“It’ll work,” Omega cut him off, sauntering back over to Zero with the can in his hand. Grabbing handfuls of his own undersuit, Omega shredding it off himself, and Zero’s eyes widened.
“It’s not like we have a dozen of those lying around here!” Zero snapped, even as Omega grabbed his legs and spread them apart again, leaning down til their noses brushed.
“You’re worrying over the stupidest things, liebste.”
Omega gave him a quick kiss before straightening himself, wrapping Zero’s legs around his waist. He popped open the can of oil, haphazardly tipping it over and pouring it all over himself and Zero. Zero hissed at the cold oil’s contact, and a twinge of annoyance flickered through him as Omega needlessly emptied the entire can all over them and tossed it over his shoulder.
That stain won’t come out of the carpet easily…
The cleanliness of his carpet flew out of his mind as Omega rubbed the oil all over his erection, and Zero moaned, tilting his hips upwards into Omega’s hand. Omega purred at Zero’s favorable reaction, his thumb rubbing over the slit at the tip, smearing the clear liquid collecting there with the slick oil. Zero’s moans increased as Omega’s touch became lighter, more teasing, and his head tilted back against the couch cushions. He felt hot under his helmet and vest, yet had no drive or will to remove them.
Omega’s fingers made teasing, light little circles as they traveled down the underside of Zero’s member, down to his tight entrance. Two oil-slick fingers slide inside easily, and Zero panted heatedly in anticipation. With a smirk, Omega parted his fingers inside of him, and Zero gasped loudly, eyes widening and he squirmed. Hungry red eyes watched him writhe, mesmerized by the graceful, sensual movements.
Removing his fingers, Omega spread the oil evenly all over his own hardness before positioning himself. With a smirk, he grabbed Zero’s vest and jerked him up, holding him tightly as Zero’s own weight impaled him upon Omega, and the black-eyed Reploid let out a wild cry. Omega’s lips descended onto Zero’s, and the copy body kissed back with ferocity as his hands clawed at Omega’s shoulders and back, his legs tightening around Omega’s waist.
Omega withdrew from the kiss and with a wide grin, wrapped an arm around Zero and used the hand gripping Zero’s vest to rip it off of him. Zero gaped, eyes wide and flicking from Omega’s smug smirk and the ruined vest in his hand. Seeming to forget he was currently riding Omega, Zero snarled and threw his body weight against his original body, making him topple over onto the ground.
“Quit,” Zero hissed between his teeth, biting off a moan as the impact forced Omega deeper into him, “ruining my clothes!”
“Quit caring over unimportant things,” Omega purred, gripping Zero’s hips and lifting him up slightly. Zero’s cheeks darkened, and he groaned as Omega lowered him back down. “And enjoy yourself.”
“After this,” Zero panted, “you’re fixing my clothes.”
“Whatever,” Omega sat up, leaning Zero against the couch and tucking the slender Reploid’s legs over his shoulders, forcing him to slid into Omega and take him in fully.
Omega’s hands cupped Zero’s bottom and lifted it off the ground, giving Zero a wicked grin before sliding out of him slowly. Zero gripped Omega’s shoulders, opening his mouth to make a retort when the original slammed deep into him, making him scream. Omega slammed into him again, and Zero bit his tongue hard to avoid making too much noise, squeezing his new lover’s shoulders when Omega’s grunts were growing in volume as well. The slick oil dribbled down from Zero’s entrance, droplets of it splaying into the air with each smacking, wet thrust of Omega’s hips meeting Zero’s. Zero tossed his head back, groaning out load and raising his hips higher, his hand lashing up over his head and grabbing a small pillow off the couch to smother his own heated face as each of Omega’s deep, penetrating thrusts stroked that spot within that sent dagger slashes of pleasure throughout his body.
Omega batted the pillow aside, glaring at Zero before leaning down and kissing him hard, teeth clamping on his bottom lip as he nearly folded Zero in on himself. Given new leverage, Omega sat up slightly and increased his speed, the oil heating up from the delicious friction of their skin meeting. One hand holding Zero’s hips up, the other grasped his bouncing member and gave it a hard squeeze, causing Zero to cry out into his mouth as a small spurt of liquid flew from the tip onto Omega’s fingers.
Moving his hand faster, Omega struck that spot in Zero that made him scream, his face ruby red and eyes clenched shut. Each short, pleasured scream was Omega’s name, and he never felt as heady as he did now hearing it from who could pass as his twin brother. Zero’s hands grabbed at his shoulders, his hips dancing helplessly, wanting more attention from Omega’s hand and his thrusts. Omega pinched the tip of his member and Zero hissed, cracking one eye open and stared up at Omega’s face, panting and waiting eagerly for the next thrust.
“You said,” Omega grunted as he shoved himself into Zero, grinning at the cry it caused. “You never played bottom… seems like you’re enjoying it!”
“Ruhig sein, ” Zero grunted, his voice trailing off into a long moan as Omega’s hand stroked him hard. His fingers dug into Omega’s shoulders as he lifted himself up slightly, his biceps bulging beautifully, to kissing Omega’s lips almost gently, lovingly. “Nicht zu stoppen…!”
Omega squeezed his erection again the same time he slammed into Zero, the combined pleasure sending the slender Reploid over the edge. His back arched, his grip tightened, and he slammed their lips together to muffle the scream of release. Omega covered the tip of Zero’s member with his hand, the hot seed spilling all over his palm and fingers as Zero rode him in his spastic orgasm.
Omega held himself still, letting Zero’s body ride him until he went limp, panting and listless. Not yet sated, Omega grinned widely at him before resuming with slow, careful, gentle thrusts that made Zero’s eyes roll back and seductive, delicious moans issue from him. When his mouth opened with another moan, Omega stuck his coated fingers into Zero’s mouth, causing the copy’s eyes to widen and gag slightly at the unexpected taste.
The crimson eyes shining above him told him what to do, and they watched in lustful fascination as Zero licked his fingers and palm clean of his own seed. Omega panted, the sight causing ripples of delight shooting down his spine, but he refused to increase his speed, even as Zero’s tongue suggestively swirled around his fingers, sucking on them with a particular look in his own obsidian eyes. It was enough to drive anyone insane with desire, but Omega kept his cool, not wanting to be animalistic again.
“You’ll drive me insane yet,” Omega whispered as he withdrew his hand from Zero’s mouth, his thrusts still so slow and careful.
“I haven’t even started to try,” Zero taunted. At Omega’s look, Zero smirked and tightened his lower muscles.
Clamped down so hard and nearly unable to move, Omega’s gasp was borderline a scream, and he shoved himself deep into Zero and grinded against him. Feeling energetic again, Zero moved his hips himself, alternating between riding Omega and squeezing him. Omega grunted, biting his lower lip and closing his eyes, head tilting back. Zero rolled his hips, the sensation making Omega hiss out his name, the tightening following it causing the original to grip Zero’s hips and slam into him with a ragged cry.
Zero’s entire face was redder than Omega’s vest when the original’s essence filled him, hot and foreign. He panted hard, wincing as Omega let his legs fall back to the ground and he pulled back a bit from Zero’s body. With a smirk, Omega pulled himself out completely and fell back, bringing Zero with him. With a gasp, Zero braced himself above Omega as the red-eyed Reploid laid on his back, Zero over him on his hands and knees. Before he could utter a word, a small squeak escaped Zero as he felt something warm trickle out of him and run down his thighs.
He ran a hand down between his legs, and when he brought the hand back to his face, Zero’s wide-eyed look at the white-coated fingers made Omega laugh.
“As if you’ve never seen that before, liebste,” Omega grinned. He brought himself up a bit, resting on his elbows and he licked at Zero’s fingers. “It wouldn’t surprise me if we tasted the same…”
Zero shook his head slightly, watching as Omega cleaned his fingers with his tongue. When he was done, Zero clenched his muscles tightly and stood, but it was to no avail-more of Omega’s seed trickled down his legs, and Zero pressed his legs together in embarrassment.
“Damn you, Omega,” Zero hissed. “Well, get up, we need to clean up…”
“No basking in the afterglow?” Omega asked, but Zero was already limping toward the bathroom. “I guess not.”
Zero filled a bath of steaming hot water, pointing at Omega when it was finished filling and they rid themselves of the remainder of their clothing. Omega climbed in first, Zero following shortly after and sitting between Omega’s legs, his back to Omega’s chest. Omega wrapped his arms around Zero, grabbing a washcloth and gently washing away the oil and cum from his body.
“Don’t think we’re in a relationship or something,” Zero muttered, refusing to look at Omega even as the original massaged his back with the washcloth. “Because we’re not.”
“Never figured we would be,” Omega replied, rinsing Zero’s back. “But… do you still hate me?”
“I suppose not,” Zero murmured.
Omega dropped the cloth, wrapping his arms around Zero again and leaning back in the tub. The water came to his ears, and he rested his chin on Zero’s shoulder. When Zero turned his head to avoid looking at him, Omega’s brow knitted.
“Okay, what’s wrong, Zero?” Omega asked, tightening his hold when Zero tensed. “No strings attached sex not your thing? Shake your morals?”
“Oh god, Omega, just shut up,” Zero snapped. He pulled himself out of Omega’s embrace and sat up, water dripping down his strong, muscled back. “You wouldn’t understand.”
“Try me.”
“Not without telling you who you are… were.”
“Well, that’s sort of a right I have, don’t you think? To know who I was?” Omega’s tongue traced a muscle on Zero’s back, and he gently brushed away Zero’s hair so he could kiss up to the back of his neck. “What’s wrong, Zero?”
Zero shook his head. “Ich werde Ihnen später erzählen. ”
Omega frowned. “Sie versprechen?”
“Ja, ” Zero muttered. “I promise.”
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Guten abend = Good evening
Vertrauen zu mir = Trust me?
Das ist mein geheimnis = That’s my secret
kleine lerche = little lark (‘Alouette’ is French for lark)
Schmerzen in den arsch = pain in the ass
Ruhig sein = be quiet
Nicht zu stoppen = Do not stop
Ich werde Ihnen später erzählen = I’ll tell you later
Sie versprechen = You promise
Ja = Yes