Fangirl Paradise ~ Zero on Zero (On X!) pt.1
My first total PWP (sort of? It kinda has a plot! Kinda.) that so far, no one has beaten in my little group.
Maybe no one ever will...
Fangirl Paradise ~ Zero On Zero (On X!)
Time travel, in general, caused most people’s heads to explode. The consequences would change the world, even the slightest change could re-write history as all knew it. Wars that ended could come back in full swing, peaces created would be obliterated, friendships and loves formed never coming close to each other. It was the butterfly effect to the extreme, and that’s why no one tried to time travel. Even the most evil and greediest people were scared off by the ‘what ifs.’ Too much could happen, could change, and could be destroyed.
Although frankly, Zero didn’t give a damn.
“Is it done yet?” he asked Ciel, who peeked her head form under the undefined machine.
The girl frowned. “I started it because you asked and you saved the world, but I have to wonder… Why do you want to go back in time, Zero?”
“To see someone,” The Reploid looked away from her. “What’s it matter?”
“You don’t mean X, do you?”
“What’s it matter?”
Ciel sighed, sliding back under the machine. Zero never spoke much to her, and never smiled at her despite their growing friendship. If only the Reploid realized she cared…
Zero crossed his arms, staring at the machine, wondering if it’ll work. Would he be back in the year of 21XX? Where therein would he end up-the Repliforce Conflict, the Eurasia Incident, or even the Nightmare Phenomena? Perhaps the Jakob Project, or even so far as before Sigma went Maverick?
Meeting his Maverick self would definitely be interesting.
Ciel’s machine and research wasn’t perfect, and she had listed every possible bad result to him before she let him near it. Zero hardly cared about side effects anymore; he had defeated Weil and Copy X, created peace between humans and Reploids, so what if he got stuck in a random time? This time was safe, so it was no concern of his anymore.
“All I can do is set the century,” Ciel said. “Where you end up within that century… I’m not sure.”
“As long as it’s before this one,” Zero replied, “I hardly care.”
“Will you come back?”
“I’ll think about it.” He waved her aside as he stepped into the machine. When she did not activate it, Zero rubbed his forehead crystal. “Yes Ciel, I’ll come back when I feel better.” Now start the damn thing before you make me do it myself. He mentally added.
Ciel held her breath as she went to the console and input the year. When she executed the command, the machine flared to life. Zero’s form fragmented before compressing into several tiny black boxes, then thinned to lines before finally vanishing out of sight. The girl grasped her hands in front of her chest, staring where Zero once stood, finally letting out the breath.
Come back, Zero.
~*~
It was almost delicious irony when Zero reformed a few feet above the ground, landing neatly in a battle-ready crouch. When he made sure nothing was around him, he took a good look around. Memories of his past life surged to the forefront of his mind as the ruins triggered the sense of familiarity-the city below Sky Lagoon.
Zero whirled around, staring up into the sky just as an explosion went off in the sky, obviously from deep in space. He didn’t have to think too hard of where and when he now was. Already the familiar dull ache of regret came to him just as her face filled his mind.
With a snarl Zero shoved her memory out, crushing it under memories of better times. Times spent in darkened rooms, whispered devotions as bodies grinded together and beautiful green eyes shimmered at him. Effectively Zero fought off the possible depression, but the memory sparked an idea, although his happier memories sparked a hidden curiosity.
He smirked as he began the trek to where he remembered Maverick Hunter HQ was. If Ciel ever looked back into his memory files after this, he was sure the girl would die of a heart attack. Especially if he got what he wanted…
Once he made it to HQ, Zero took his saber and buster gun off and stashed them in a hole he dug, smearing dirt on himself and cracking his armor as he did so. Looking a bit more haggard, Zero pretended to grasp his arm as he walked toward the entrance of HQ, shouting for help at the Hunters who were stationed outside. Fabricating a lie that he came online in the ruins of Sky Lagoon, Zero was ushered inside.
Quickly Zero pressed his fingers into the necks of the two Hunters, watching as their eyes rolled behind their heads and turned gray. He let them drop to the ground and infiltrated the base. Memories of its layout came to him, and thanks to his sleeker body and non-issued Reploid boots, he was silent as he stalked the halls.
Zero considered jumping down onto X when he saw the blue Reploid walk under his perch in the rafters. The blonde’s heart squeezed seeing him so undefiled, so pure like he remembered, and he longed to hold him close once more. That desire ended when he saw his past self come up to X, and Zero crouched further into the shadow and listened.
“Are you okay, Zero?” X asked tentatively, reaching out to him.
The past Zero grasped X’s hand. “Yeah…” he managed. “Just… tell the higher ups I’m going to retire early.”
X squeezed his hand, smiling that gentle smile Zero, past and future, loved him so for. The blue-armored Reploid quickly moved on to do as his friend requested, and the stealthy Reploid in the ceiling followed his past self to his dorm.
Hunter Zero was removing his helmet when he heard the door open, and just as it closed and locked, his saber was out and pointing at the intruder. Shocked blue eyes met hard obsidian, and he nearly dropped the weapon.
“Who the…”
“Let’s make this simple from the get-go,” the sleeker Reploid leaned casually against the table nearby, a smirk making his way to his face. “Call me… Omega.”
Zero gripped his saber tighter. “What do you want, Omega?”
Omega held his hands up in peace, his smirk still on his familiar face. “I know you very well Zero… and I know you more or less can detect lies. So what I’m about to tell you is going to shock you into short-circuiting, but you’ll know it’s the truth…”
“You’re wearing my patience thin…”
Omega crossed his arms. “I’m you, Zero,” He removed his helmet, shaking his blond hair out as it framed his face the exact way Zero’s did without his helmet. “From the future.”
Zero did feel as if he were about to short-circuit as his internal lie detector didn’t go off. “Wh-what?” He dropped his saber, the blade deactivating.
Omega sauntered to him, placing his hands on Zero’s shoulders. “It’s a very long story, one I can’t tell you…” those hands trailed down to Zero’s chest, black eyes shimmering. “But I am you, in a different body as you can see…”
Tilting his head, Omega grinned. “I was certainly handsome back in the day, hm?”
Zero backed away from him, throwing Omega’s hands off. “What do you want?”
“I’m just trying to help you,” Omega purred, “since I know what just happened… Iris, right?”
At the mention of her name, Zero’s eyes darkened, and regret filled his face and voice. “You… know?”
“I told you, I am you. You had to fight her… she died, smiling at you, while you grasped her hand. You picked her up and screamed in agony, asking what you were fighting for…” Omega began to advance, and Zero took a step back for every one Omega took forward. “I tried to hold it all in. Not even X, my precious, precious X could help.”
Zero’s legs hit the edge of his couch and he fell down onto it. Before he could stand back up, Omega planted his foot on one side of Zero’s thigh, leaning down close with his arms around Zero’s neck.
“But it was a horrible thing, going through that alone…” Omega’s voice dropped to a whisper, and Zero swallowed hard. “So, let me help you, if just for a little bit, hm…?”
Zero knew what Omega was hinting at, and the realization made his face color the same shade as their armor. Only Zero knew how much sex made him feel better over things, and if this Omega person knew that, plus about Iris, then he really was…
“But… y-you’re me.” Zero stammered. “And… and you look a lot like me… that’s just weird and… and isn’t that masturbation?”
“Mmm… yes, you can say that.” Omega winked. “So you don’t have to worry about betraying your feelings for X.”
“How did you-”
“I’m you. Now, be a good me and remind me how well I could kiss.” With that, Omega’s lips smothered Zero’s.
Zero’s eyes widened and his entire body went rigid as his apparent future self tried to pry his lips open. Hands grasped his helmet and deactivated it, the back sliding open and the head piece was tossed aside. Omega drew back with a scowl, his dark eyes flashing annoyance.
“I don’t recall being a prude…” Omega growled.
“I don’t think I know how to masturbate when there’s an actual me on top of me…” Zero replied dumbly.
Omega laughed, the sound far too eerily similar for Zero’s taste. “I guess it takes me to dominate me.”
Zero yelped as the slender Reploid practically threw the Hunter over his shoulder and carried him toward the back of the dorm, toward the bedroom. Zero’s face blushed even redder as he felt Omega-himself-grope his backside, even giving it a hearty spank before dropping the Hunter onto the mattress. Zero looked up just as Omega shoved him onto his back, hands pinning his wrists to the bed above Zero’s head as his own blond hair fell and formed a curtain around his face. Before Zero could help it, he was admiring the similar-yet-different beautiful face smirking above him. Zero shook his head, knowing he needed to stop this right now before it went out of control.
That thought flew the coop once Omega kissed his neck, one hand pulling off each piece of Zero’s armor expertly. Zero bit his lower lip when he saw just how quickly he was being stripped, knowing it was only because the man above him was him he could be reduced to his under suit so fast.
Soon even his under suit was gone, and Zero was left naked before the roaming eyes of his future self. Briefly Zero wondered if he really was this demented of a pervert, that he would go back in time just to fuck himself to make himself feel better. As Omega began to strip himself and Zero found himself staring in curiosity and admiration, the answer came to be that yes, Zero was that much of a pervert, and he enjoyed every confusing, wrong second of it.
Omega pounced upon Zero again, running his hands through Zero’s hair and pulling the strands back to force the Hunter’s head backwards and devoured him in a kiss. This time Zero was responsive, shoving his tongue into Omega’s mouth and beating back his future self’s tongue as his own hands ran up the shorter Reploid’s chest. The body on top of him definitely wasn’t the same as his current, yet the feel of the skin and ridges of muscles felt enough like his own to remind Zero that this wasn’t just some random, handsome man he picked up.
Zero grabbed a fistful of Omega’s hair and jerked him away from the kiss, using his bulkier body to his advantage and switching their positions. The Hunter then straddled Omega’s waist, glaring from his vantage point at the slightly-shocked expression his future self wore.
“Maybe it does take me to dominate me…” Zero growled, his voice dropping into that husky, low voice that drove women insane. He wondered if it would work on himself. “But like hell am I doing to be taken by a scrawny version of me…”
“Scrawny?” Omega asked, sitting up slightly. “I am not scrawny.”
Zero shoved him back down, lust finally breaking through his indecision and making it easy. “Maybe not… but I still won’t just bend over, even if it’s for me.”
Omega laughed before grabbed some of Zero’s hair, yanking him down so their noses brushed, sweet lips so tantalizingly close. “Okay then,” he moaned out, “show me then. Show me how good I am… dominate me, Zero.”
Zero groaned, realizing Omega had answered his earlier question about his voice. The Hunter shoved those thoughts of his head as his mouth descended upon Omega’s, their kiss stoking their mutual desire as their hips rubbed close. Zero wrapped his arms around Omega, pulling him up so the sleeker Reploid sat and straddled his lap, Omega draping his arms over Zero’s shoulders as their kiss deepened into a sensual duel between their tongues and teeth. Zero bit Omega’s tongue before pulling out of the kiss, and the skinnier Reploid yelped as Zero lightly threw him off his lap, pulling him up onto his hands and knees and shifting so Zero knelt to his side.
“I always was curious…” Zero muttered darkly as his hand gently massaged Omega’s rear. “About how much punishment I can withstand…”
Omega moved his hips seductively in the air, grinning at Zero. “Try me, then.”
Zero needed no other provocation, giving Omega’s ass a hard squeeze before slapping it harshly with his open palm. Omega moaned, shifting his hips to the right and left as Zero’s hand descended again and again, the sounds echoing off the walls and Omega’s low moans barely making it to Zero’s ears. His bottom was practically glowing red when Zero paused, rubbing the slightly swelling skin almost lovingly.
“Like that, hm?” Zero teasingly nipped Omega’s ear. “Sit tight then…”
Omega arched his back and looked over his shoulder as Zero got up off the bed, going for his civilian clothing drawers. The future incarnation knew instantly what Zero was going for, and if he could get any harder, he would have the moment the Hunter returned with the doubled up leather belt. The bed dipped slightly as Zero climbed back in and he briefly nuzzled the still red flesh.
“I’m such a perv,” Zero groaned before pulling away and grinning widely. “And yet I’m enjoying it oh so much…”
Omega wiggled his hips, already almost feeling the upcoming welts, and wasn’t surprised at his own carnal desires for the punishments to start. “Shut up and whip me.”
“I’m a masochist?” Zero laughed.
“Only with myself,” Omega smirked.
Zero cracked the belt against his future self’s skin, watching in fascination as Omega’s back arched and he yelped. The sound wasn’t of pain, and Zero whipped him harder, jagged lash marks forming on the almost perfectly round bottom before him that was beginning to dance under the whippings. Harder and faster Zero whipped, Omega’s yelps becoming ragged cries that mingled pain and pleasure, dark lust evident in Omega’s black eyes when he looked over his shoulder at Zero.
Excitement jostled Zero’s systems and he tossed Omega off the bed, the smaller Reploid yelping at he impacted on the floor. He managed to scramble to his hands and knees, crying out as the belt lashed his bottom again and jarred him forward. Before he knew it, Omega found himself crawling all over the dormitory room as Zero chased after him with the belt, whipping him each time he was in range. No where Omega could crawl gave him reprieve, and it only made him love the game-and himself, scarily enough-all the more.
“Could I get you to beg for mercy, Omega?” Zero asked sweetly as Omega slipped on the tiles of the kitchenette, falling onto his stomach.
Omega rolled over, the layers of welts losing some of their sting against the cool floor. He managed to laugh between pants, his face bright red and slightly sweating as he spread his knees to see Zero standing over him.
“Mercy?” Omega laughed again. “I didn’t even know how much I’d enjoy this… I’d beg for more if I could handle it.”
“That’s a bit scary…” Zero knelt between the spread legs, dropping the belt and gently fondling Omega’s length. The soft contact started up Omega’s deep, husky moans that sent shivers down Zero’s spine. “You saying if I gave you the belt, I’d enjoy it just as much?”
“Possibly… care to give it a try?”
“Not now,” the Hunter bent over Omega and gave him a light kiss. “Let’s get back to the bed…”
“Why?” Omega wrapped his legs around Zero’s waist, lifting his hips up and rubbing ever so seductively against the hard shaft between Zero’s legs. “I’m not going to vanish once you’ve had your way with me… we’ve got a while to make our way there…”
Zero groaned, barely grasping his sanity as the warm flesh rubbed so invitingly against him. “The night stand has… my…”
“Do I look like I really care…?” Omega half growled, half moaned.
Zero jammed his fingers into Omega’s mouth, his eyes smoldering as Omega’s tongue lathered the digits generously with saliva. His future self nipped the fingertips suggestively when Zero withdrew his hand, and Omega closed his eyes with a moan as Zero quickly slipped in one of the wet fingers into him before it dried. Zero pushed in a second, twisting his fingers as he thrust them in and out, noticing Omega was incredibly tight. As the smaller Reploid’s hips began to thrust against Zero’s hand and clench hard around his fingers, Zero bit his lower lip to keep from moaning as he imagined how it’d feel to finally get in that tight passage and feel it convulse around him…
“You sure?” Zero grounded out between his teeth. “You obviously never played bottom…”
“Show me a good time.”
Zero spat into his other hand, covering his own member with a thin sheet of saliva before withdrawing his fingers. Omega again lifted his hips to the desired angle and Zero pushed against the tight entrance.
For one scary moment, Zero was afraid he couldn’t fit. Even as he pushed hard, and Omega tried to relax himself despite the pain-filled whimpering coming out of him, Zero hardly made any progress. Omega growled, his desire winning over the pain and he pushed himself up and shoved Zero back onto the tile, Zero winced when his head cracked against the floor. The pain from that vanished quickly as Omega used his weight and new angle to push himself down Zero’s rigid length. Both let out a loud moan as Zero was finally fully enveloped inside of his future self, and Zero sat up, wrapping his arms around Omega and drawing him into a deep, sensual kiss. Omega’s hands gripped Zero’s broader shoulders as he set the motion he wanted, riding Zero and clenching him hard. Zero moaned into Omega’s mouth, his hands grabbing the sleeker Reploid’s bottom as he began to thrust up into him.
Pain flared along with the pleasure, and Omega swore he saw sparks as Zero pinned him back down onto the kitchen floor and began to pound into him mercilessly. Omega raked his nails down Zero’s back, digging them into the taunt muscles as Zero grunted above him. Although Omega had planned to come to the past to fuck X’s brains out, he certainly was not regretting finding himself under his own past self, especially if he could just raise his hips a little higher and…
Omega screamed as Zero pounded right into that hidden point inside, causing the future incarnation to clench hard around Zero and jerk his hips against the larger Reploid. Zero pushed into again, his own moans growing louder as he pinned Omega’s hips down against the floor and grinded against him, the tip of himself digging into that spot hard. Omega’s fists hit the tile, producing cracks as he hit the long-awaited orgasm and his legs around Zero’s waist clamped, pulling the bigger blond forward and deeper inside as Omega’s walls threatened to crush him. Zero kissed his future self hard, swallowing Omega’s cries of rapture and offered his own as he too went over the edge, their bodies locking up and threatening to overheat.
When the tidal wave of pleasure subsided, Zero collapsed on top of Omega, both panting hard into each other’s necks. The tile around them was slick with condensation, and Omega was slightly afraid to try walking on it. Arms and legs wound around Zero, drawing him in and close as Omega covered his neck with kisses and love bites.
Despite the incredible release, Omega felt himself only hungry for more. Soon his gentle nuzzling became insistent petting, his hands ghosting along Zero’s sweaty back and sides. Understanding the meaning of the touches, Zero smirked, lifting himself up to grin down at himself.
“More?” Zero grinned teasingly. “Can I get you to beg for it?”
“I may or may not,” Omega said between gentle bites along Zero’s throat. “But I’ve discovered I have quite a few fetishes I wouldn’t mind exploring more in depth before returning to my time…”
“What sort of fetishes are we talking about?” Zero asked, propping himself up.
Omega grinned, lacing his fingers over his chest. “Got some time and money to go to the local kink store?”
~*~
Zero hugged the plastic bags close to his chest as he practically ran back to his room, praying no one would stop him and try to look into the bags. He especially prayed X wouldn’t find him… Although getting X in on the act, and possibly talking him into joining, was an arousing thought all on its own…
The blond shook his head hard as he got back to him room. No way would X go for a crazy threesome, especially between Zero and his future self…
Omega lounged on his couch, still naked and practically spread-eagle. Zero quickly locked his room, shoving out his thoughts that protested this act. It’s bad enough he already fucked himself, did he really need it to do it with toys?
Yes. The darker part of Zero whispered, especially when Omega glanced at him and inclined his head back, baring that sensual, soft neck that begged to be bitten and bruised. Yes, you do. Fuck him until he leaves, or maybe even convince him not to… he can be your dirty little secret…
“Took you along enough,” Omega motioned Zero over with a ‘come hither’ hand motion. “I was afraid I’d have to actually get dressed to come get you…”
Zero dropped the bags to the floor as he picked up Omega, kissing him briefly before answering. “Then I’d have to rip all your clothes off, and I don’t know how you’d explain that to your future X.”
Omega frowned slightly before he replied, “X in my time is dead.”
Shock registered on Zero’s face and he nearly dropped the sleeker Reploid. “Wh-what?”
Omega’s eyes finally showed something other than lust-remorse. “It’s a long story,” Omega muttered. “One I don’t want to repeat now… it’s why I’m here. But, knowing X, he’d try to change history. And if he did… well, let’s just say we finally got what he wanted in my time. Peace between fleshlings and machines. I don’t want him to screw it up.” Zero’s future self stared at him hard before wrapping his slender arms around Zero’s neck. “Now that you made me upset, I hope you plan on comforting me.”
“I can’t replace X.” Zero muttered.
“Of course not; if you could I’d be jerking off in the future more often to a mirror. Now pick up those bags and let’s get busy… before I pull a Zero and break down.” Omega nuzzled Zero’s neck as his hands busied themselves to undo the buttons of his shirt. Zero scooped up the bags and carried Omega to the bedroom, still wondering if this was sane at all to do.
Of course it wasn’t, but Zero wasn’t going to deny he enjoyed watching Omega finish undoing his shirt and push it off him. Zero wasn’t going to deny he loved it when he put Omega down, his future self went to his knees and used only his teeth to undo the button of his jeans and pull the zipper down. The look of regret and sadness was gone off Omega’s face as he looked up from pulling down Zero’s pants, his eyes now dark pools of desire as his hands yanked Zero’s boxers down. The Hunter stepped out of the pile of clothes, dropping the bags to the ground near the bed and pulling Omega up onto it.
Zero expected his future self to immediately dive into the bags, to demand their copulation as he did before. However, Omega pulled Zero to lay half on him, and the sleeker Reploid took his time to run his hands along Zero’s broader shoulders and chest. The touch both disturbed and aroused Zero, although he could hardly think of why.
“Hard to believe…” Omega muttered as he pinched one of Zero’s perk nipples, smiling as his past self groaned. “I used to look like this.”
“Why hard?”
Omega leered at him before returning to his caresses, his hands rubbing Zero’s back for a few seconds before cupping his bottom. “I lost some memories,” he admitted. He pinched one of Zero’s bottom cheeks and the Hunter’s connected leg twitched. “Slowly getting them back… but I don’t remember my old body much.”
Zero managed to laugh, the talk assaulting his head and making him question his current position too much. “You’re going to kill my hard-on if you keep talking like that.”
Omega chuckled, pressing soft kisses against Zero’s lips as one of his hands reached for the bags at the ground. It took a few swipes, but he managed to snag one and bring it up between them. Zero reclined on his side, watching with glowing eyes as Omega looked into the bag and pulled out an item at random. Typical kink items, such as handcuffs, a collar, some sort of chain with two connectors and some tubes of some sort of gel. Omega casually looked at one of the tubes, mouthing the words silently as he read the contents.
Zero lightly patted Omega’s rear when his future self tossed him a look before snatching the handcuffs from him. Omega snickered, bringing his wrists together above his head against one of the bed posts, arching his back with a dark look on his face. Hardly believing he was able to seduce himself while even being on the bottom, Zero nonetheless panted slightly as he swiftly cuffed Omega in the desired position.
A sudden realization hit Zero as his lips trailed along Omega’s neck to his collarbone, where he thoughtfully chewed on the ridges of muscles there. Omega had wanted Zero to dominate him… and Zero had foolishly believed simply being on top and whipping him was dominance! It wasn’t, not if it was what Omega wanted…
“Minx…” Zero hissed. No wonder Omega smirked so much-in truth, it was the smaller Reploid dominating the Hunter! With voice, looks and body language, Omega was able to play Zero’s desires as he wanted and got everything he moaned for, playing a reverse game of master and slave. Like a good little servant, Zero complied Omega’s every whim…
Zero pulled himself completely away from Omega, who gasped at the sudden lack of weight and warmth. With keen eyes, Zero watched as the captive Reploid beseeched him with low moans, thrusting hips and beautifully arching back that pulled his body taunt and offered himself up so enticingly… Yes, Zero saw how he fell for the trap, and now that he knew, he could truly be the dominate one.
“You’ve been a manipulative little bastard…” Zero whispered in a low, husky tone. “I don’t think I appreciate it…”
“I don’t know what you’re…” Omega’s sultry speech ended with a high-pitched cry, almost a squeal, as Zero’s hand smacked his hardness. There was a light sting of pain, hardly enough to wince away from, but the sudden act silenced him nonetheless.
“You’ll speak when I say you can,” Zero admonished, “and unless I say so, the only things you’ll say now is ‘Yes, Master’ or ‘No, Master’, understand? Go ahead, answer.”
Omega felt a flare of defiance rage in him-even if Zero was him, who was he to demand something like that? “Hardly!”
This time Zero’s hand slapped Omega’s face, forcing the blonde’s head to swing to the left. His cheek raged with pain, but as he swallowed a bit of blood from where he bit his cheek, Omega found himself enjoying the punishments. The most wonderful thing of it all was the fact they were the same person, and to be able to play both slave and master flawlessly said much of Zero’s sensuality…
“Try again,” Zero growled. His hand gathered up the more delicate parts of Omega’s anatomy, making the future Reploid turn a deep red. “Do you understand?”
An insistent tug down there caused Omega to tremble and finally stutter, “Y-yes, Master.”
“I want a confident answer. You’re me after all.” Zero gave him a firm squeeze, and Omega’s voice went up a notch. Zero squeezed again, then pulled before Omega finally answered.
“Yes, Master!”
Zero purred in satisfaction, rewarding Omega with a gentle massage in his hand before running his fingertips up the hard length that seemed to quiver all of its own. His nails brushed the ridges of the head, watching as it darkened to almost purple in its need. With a smirk, Zero bent down and gave the tip a little kiss, watching Omega writhe and push his body closer for more attention. Zero again slapped the future Reploid’s erection, reaching down for another bag from the floor.
“I got the things you wanted,” Zero muttered as he sifted through the contents, “but some other things caught my eye and I thought you’d enjoy them.” From the bag he produced a deep crimson strap of silk, a leather gag with a metal ball in the middle, and a pair of ankle cuffs.
With ironic tenderness, Zero pulled out a bottle of oil and rubbed a decent amount on Omega’s ankles before clamping them together with the cuffs. Omega wiggled his feet, but even with the oil preventing chaffing, they were tightly secure and he was sure he couldn’t slip free. From there Zero hooked one end of the chain to the thick metal ring that was situated in the middle of the ankle restraints, and then undid Omega’s handcuffs just enough to let his arms fall from the bed post. Quickly the Hunter flipped Omega over, re-doing the handcuffs then hooking the other end of the chain to them. The chain was short, and Omega’s back was strained to bend backwards and his shoulders also thrown back.
Zero wasn’t quite happy with the double restraints, so he again looked into his bags. There he pulled out the collar, snapping it onto Omega’s neck and jerking it back. Omega choked slightly, his eyes widening as he looked at Zero. The Hunter checked the tightness, deciding to loosen the collar a tad before producing another short metal chain, hooking it onto the collar than to the ankle cuffs, forcing Omega’s head back. Pleased with this, Zero wrapped the red silk over Omega’s eyes.
“Who knew,” Zero murmured as he watched Omega twitch, obviously fighting the urge to struggle against his bonds, “that I’d look so fucking hot when tied up?”
Omega couldn’t see through the silk, completely blocked off from any sort of visual stimulation. All he could feel was Zero’s still oiled hands rub his ass and back, and then was pulled up in a kneeling position. Zero’s lips nibbled the ridges of his ears as the Hunter’s hands, with more oil, massaged his chest. Omega groaned as Zero pinched his nipples, rolling them between thumbs and forefingers and causing them to nearly glisten with the oil that was slowly becoming warmer and warmer. Those hands slid down to massage Omega’s thighs, and the sleeker Reploid groaned at how teasingly close, yet agonizingly far they were from where he so desperately needed them.
“Excited, Omega?” Zero whispered into his ear, the Hunter’s tongue snaking out to trace the contours.
“Yes…” Omega groaned, and then quickly fixed his mistake when Zero’s hands stopped moving. “Master.”
A pleased growl came from Zero, and one hand grasped Omega’s hardness, pumping it with punishing roughness. Omega cried out, his hips jerking forward as he tried to toss his head back even more. His chains rattled as his hips moved and he struggled fiercely against his restraints, wanting nothing more than to grab Zero and throw him to the bed to ride him to fulfillment. The cuffs were unforgiving and did not yield to the struggling, and Zero’s hand began to slow until it was but whispers of caresses, lightly teasing strokes that nearly reduced Omega to tears of frustration and need.
As Omega mewled from the tease, Zero grabbed a package out of his bag with his free hand, using his teeth to rip it open. At the sound of breaking cardboard and plastic, Omega strained his head to look at Zero, although he saw nothing behind the blindfold. Before Omega could speak, Zero gave his length a hard, almost painful squeeze, reducing whatever words about to come out to a heated moan. With one hand Zero pulled out another package, ripping it open with his teeth and taking the pieces out carefully.
Zero withdrew his hand from Omega’s body, letting the residue of oil start to warm up and torment the sleeker Reploid further. As Omega writhed from the growing heat, his body leaning back against Zero’s chest, the Hunter loaded the batteries into the correct compartment of his next toy, closing it with an almost ominous snap. Zero shoved Omega onto the bed, his chin landing none-too-gently on the mattress. Almost impatiently Zero forced Omega’s asscheeks apart, gathering up his lubrication from his nightstand. Quickly he lubed up Omega’s entrance, coating the inner walls generously with two fingers, making sure he did not go near that special spot deep inside. Omega tried to buck his hips back as Zero’s fingers began to withdraw, and the Hunter smacked Omega’s head smartly. At Omega’s yelp, Zero grabbed the gag and shoved the ball of it into Omega’s mouth, pulling it back with a jerk and tying it tightly behind Omega’s head under the knot of the blindfold.
With Omega now bound, blinded, and gagged, Zero spread a little extra lubrication on his toy. With a wicked grin, Zero made sure all the connections were sturdy and bent down, planting a kiss between Omega’s captured arms onto his back.
The future Reploid nearly squealed when he felt the first rather large bead get pushed into him, followed by a second, a third, fourth, and then an even larger fifth. Omega’s muscles clenched on the unfamiliar round things inside of him, and from the large amount of lubrication, the beads were pushed further inside and bumped into each other, sending sparks and pulses throughout Omega’s body. Moaning and his eyes rolling back, Omega could not stop himself from clenching his muscles more until the first bead bumped into that spot, causing a cry to come from the gagged mouth. Zero smirked, flipping on the switch that was attached to the beads from a thick, cushioned wire.
The beads began to vibrate inside of him and Omega’s body began to twitch uncontrollably; he was unable to silence his moans and he bit down on the ball in vain. Zero dropped the little controller, letting the weight of it pull the beads out slightly so they again made their slow, agonizing journey deeper inside. When Zero pulled Omega back up into a kneeling position, the smaller Reploid’s hips seemed to have a mind of their own, undulating and thrusting in random directions as the beads slowly climbed up until they were wedged as far in as possible, unrelenting in their vibration.
Zero pulled out a cat o’nine tails, snapping the leather once in the air to grab Omega’s attention. Unable to plead due to the gag, Omega was left only with whimpering, muffled moans as Zero positioned himself in front of him, forcing Omega to balance on his own somehow. With a grin, Zero cracked the whip against the smaller Reploid’s chest, producing a muffled yelp and what suspiciously sounded like a plea for harsher strikes. At least, it sounded such to Zero.
Zero was known for his precision in melee battles, and he used that skill to his advantage now. With careful aim, Zero whipped Omega’s chest again, striking his nipples with the soft leather, eliciting delicious agony on his future self and arousing himself with each of Omega’s covered cries. Omega chomped hard on the ball as tears began to stream down his face, and although he looked the picture of torment, he felt so full of forbidden bliss he was afraid he’d shut down before he could properly enjoy it.
If Omega wasn’t careful, he’d fall in love with himself and never go back to his time.
Zero pulled his arm back, ready to strike again, when his door sounded with a knock. Both of them froze and even Omega went silent, although his body quivered. Only the slick sounds of the vibrating anal beads could be heard between them.
“Zero?” came X’s voice from the other side of the entrance to the dorm. “I know you’d rather be left alone… but Signas has work for you.”
“Fuck!” Zero swore. He scrambled to toss the whip away, unhooking Omega’s chains and restraints quickly. “H-hang on, X! I’m, uh, not exactly presentable!”
“Take your time,” X said cheerfully.
Zero gathered up whatever kinky evidence he could, shoving them into the dazed Omega’s arms. His hands now free, Omega ripped off the gag and blindfold, reaching out behind him to turn off the beads and pull them out with a hissing moan. Zero struggled to put on his boxers and jeans, his erection proving bothersome and insistent. Giving up zipping the pants, Zero grabbed the biggest t-shirt he owned and put it on, thankful the folds of it hid his excitement well enough.
“Hide!” Zero hissed as the still naked Omega as he went to his door. Omega looked here and there, shoving the bags of toys under the bed and diving to the nearest hiding spot.
Zero opened the door as casually as he could, smiling as innocently as possible as sweet little X peeked above the pile of papers in his arms. “X! Hey, buddy…”
X’s eyes softened when he took in the redness in Zero’s face and the disheveled appearance of his hair. “Hey, Zero… doing okay?”
“Yeah… just fine…” Zero fidgeted, but stepped aside to let X in. Never, in all the years they knew each other, did they ever not let the other into their rooms. To take the papers and shut the door in X’s face would arouse suspicion.
“I’ll take these to your desk,” X offered, and before Zero could protest, the blue-armored Reploid was going into his bedroom. Fervently praying Omega wouldn’t pull anything insane, Zero followed his best friend in.
X dumped the pile on Zero’s desk, surveying the room with worried eyes. Zero attempted to look as normal as possible, sitting into his chair and pulling it up close to the desk. When his legs bumped into what felt like an arm, Zero’s face reddened further-Omega was hiding under his desk, of all places!
“This room is a mess…” X commented, bending down to pick up a red shirt. To Zero’s horror, it wasn’t his shirt, but Omega’s vest! “Where’d this come from, Z? It’s too small to be yours…”
“A-ah… ah ha ha… Iris bought it for me a long time ago…” Zero cleared his throat as he tried to lie to X for the first time.
As the two chattered, Omega was left staring at either the boring wood of the desk, or the now more obvious bulge rising from where Zero’s shirt piled into his lap. A gleam came to his obsidian eyes and Omega stealthily lifted Zero’s shirt. The blond tried to smack his hands away without X noticing, but as X struck up another topic, Omega moved the shirt aside to reveal Zero’s still throbbing proof of excitement peeking out from his undone jeans.
Oh, this is just too good.
Zero’s hands fell hard against the top of the desk as Omega’s mouth enveloped him, causing X to jump. Quickly Zero lifted his hands, trying to look apologetic as Omega’s tongue swirled his tip.
“S-sorry X…” Zero muttered, trying his damndest not to moan as his little secret below gave him a vigorous suck. “Ahhhh… I’m just… you know…”
“Are you okay, Zero?” X asked, his eyes shining with concern.
“Fuck…” Zero groaned, covering his face with his hands as Omega took his entire length into his mouth, humming just enough so his throat vibrated around Zero. “Oh fuck…”
“Zero?”
“Sorry, X!” Zero’s hands slammed the desk again. “I’m just… not… in a…” He barely staved off the passionate moan as Omega pulled him out, now treating his hardness like a lollipop. “Good mood… you understand?”
“You don’t have to suffer alone, Zero.”
“I know.” Zero couldn’t help but push his hips forward as Omega’s lips covered the tip, his tongue dancing along the ridges of the head. “I just need… a little longer alone.” Damn you, Omega…
“I understand,” X smiled sadly. “I’ll come by tomorrow, okay?”
“Sounds great.”
“I’ll let myself out.” X held his hands up as Zero tried to stand. Gratefully Zero eased back into his chair, biting the inside of his cheek as Omega’s tongue traveled down to the base then back up to the tip. The perverted blond had also pulled Zero’s jeans and boxers down just enough so he could massage the more fragile parts of Zero’s privates.
“Lock the door for me, X.” Zero called.
X yelled back his farewell, and Zero waited for the door to shut and the locking mechanism to beep before pushing his chair back from the desk, pulling himself out of Omega’s mouth with a quiet pop.
“You…” Zero groaned. “I should have just tossed you still bound in the closet…”
Omega crawled back to him, grasping Zero’s member in his hand again. “You enjoyed every second, admit it.”
Zero’s cheeks puffed out in annoyance. “I didn’t give you permission to speak, slave.” With that proclamation, he grabbed the back of Omega’s head and shoved himself back into the smaller Reploid’s mouth. Omega’s eyes bulged slightly as Zero crammed himself fully into Omega’s mouth.
“You know,” Zero purred as he petted Omega’s hair. “You look cute with something in your mouth…”
Omega rolled his eyes as he began to pull Zero out of his mouth, grazing the tender skin with his teeth. Zero hissed at the contact and he thrust his hips up, his fingers curling into the blond hair tightly. When Omega lightly bit down on him, Zero moaned loudly at the painful yet wonderful sting. He yanked Omega’s head up by his hair then shoved him back down, Omega’s eyes again widening. Omega gagged slightly as Zero practically crushed his head into his lap before jerking him up again by his hair.
Omega managed to disengage Zero’s grasp on his hair and pulled back with a gasp, a small trail of saliva slipping down from the corner of his mouth as he watched Zero’s erection bounce from the sudden freedom. Zero growled, slapping Omega across the face with the back of his hand.
Omega rubbed his cheek, staring defiantly at Zero. Before Zero reprimanded him further, he took a deep breath and realized this was another of Omega’s artistic manipulation techniques, and he had to applaud himself for knowing what buttons to push. Zero smiled tenderly pulling Omega up to his feet and into his arms. The smaller Reploid blinked, and a small part of him suddenly afraid as absurd as it sounded. Afraid of himself? Omega could have laughed if his knees weren’t buckling and his body longed to be touched, be it a strike or a caress.
“As fucked up as this all is, I’m having a lot of fun…” Zero muttered as he gently kissed Omega’s lips, taking the time to draw the trembling bottom lip into his mouth to softly suckle on. Omega groaned at the sudden change of character, his body still charged for erotic pain. Zero pulled Omega closer, deepening the kiss and sucking lovingly on his future self’s tongue when it carefully made itself known.
When the tender kiss broke, Omega’s body still tense, Zero carefully maneuvered him to the bed, again undressing himself on the journey there. As soon as Omega felt the mattress at the back of his legs he fell down upon it, staring up with hazy eyes at Zero’s face.
I can be just as manipulative, you bastard… Zero thought as he ran his fingers through Omega’s silky hair. “Are you having fun?”
Omega remained silent until he realized Zero wanted an answer, and he nodded dumbly. When Zero tapped his lips with a finger, the future Reploid whispered, “Yes, Master.”
Zero smiled sweetly, and Omega’s apprehension grew. His eyes slowly traveled down Zero’s body, then blinked when he realized he was eye-level with Zero’s crotch. The future Reploid laughed quietly to himself before shaking his head.
“That’s okay,” Zero said as he bent down, pulling out the final bag from the bed. “Let’s not be so crude anymore… let’s get a little more… refined.”
Zero pulled out the item from the bottom of the bag and Omega actually covered his face as he blushed a deep crimson. In Zero’s hands laid the most delicate gold chains Omega had ever seen, so fragile looking he was surprised they didn’t just crumble in Zero’s large hands. At one end of the chain, it split into two, the ends topped off with little gold clamps, the insides lined with soft fur. On the other end was a soft roll of leather, fashioned into a handle. This was a leash?
Omega didn’t struggle as Zero pushed the slender arms out of the way, didn’t do anything but gasp in want as Zero closed the clamps on Omega’s pert nipples. The fur took out some of the bite of the clamps, but they were nonetheless painfully tight, and the chains, as thin and delicate as they were, still added weight to them that Omega was not used to. Zero lightly jerked the chains, watching with lustful satisfaction as Omega moaned his face darkened. Still ever so gentle, Zero pushed Omega back a bit and parted his legs, returning again with the vibrating beads. The Hunter made sure they were again well lubricated before inserting them back into the trembling Reploid before him, setting the vibration on the lowest setting when they were firmly in place.
For some reason, tears were starting up again in Omega’s eyes, trailing down his face. Zero crooned at him, leaning close and licking the tears up.
“Are those tears of anticipation, darling?” Zero smiled.
Omega didn’t bother trying to answer, his body sizzling from his nipples outward, the beads inside of him again not helping his quivering body at all. Zero picked Omega up and set him on the ground on his hands and knees, the handle end of the thin gold chains in his hand. In his other Zero held a switch Omega didn’t notice him pick up. The thin stick had a single square layer of softened leather, and with a flick of his wrist Zero slapped Omega’s bottom with it. The little switch stung but hardly inflicted any real noticeable pain-instead it flared up Omega’s hunger for punishment and made his erection twitch painfully in need. Was this Zero’s new game? If so, Omega could already see himself going insane.
Zero tugged on the leash and Omega hurriedly crawled after the Hunter as the clamps pulled painfully on his nipples. Although it was the hurt Omega loved, he had no desire to possibly cause serious injury to himself. But no matter how close he followed after Zero, the chains were still taunt and pulled at him with every moment, Omega’s ass unable to not sway side to side as his muscles clenched the beads in him. Where the hell was Zero taking him?
Omega felt carpet give way to tile, and Zero flicked on the light. The crawling Reploid hissed as the bright light assaulted his eyes, and it took a moment for them to adjust to look around. They were inside Zero’s bathroom. Zero again pulled at the damnable chain, forcing Omega to nearly slip on the cold, unforgiving tile to the bathtub where Zero began to run a hot bath.
The future Reploid sat back on his heels, confusion apparent in his expression as Zero turned to him. The Hunter bent down, kissing Omega deeply for several sizzling seconds before pulling back, proud to see his future self gasping.
“A little bath break,” Zero murmured, “before we get back into it.”
Maybe no one ever will...
Fangirl Paradise ~ Zero On Zero (On X!)
Time travel, in general, caused most people’s heads to explode. The consequences would change the world, even the slightest change could re-write history as all knew it. Wars that ended could come back in full swing, peaces created would be obliterated, friendships and loves formed never coming close to each other. It was the butterfly effect to the extreme, and that’s why no one tried to time travel. Even the most evil and greediest people were scared off by the ‘what ifs.’ Too much could happen, could change, and could be destroyed.
Although frankly, Zero didn’t give a damn.
“Is it done yet?” he asked Ciel, who peeked her head form under the undefined machine.
The girl frowned. “I started it because you asked and you saved the world, but I have to wonder… Why do you want to go back in time, Zero?”
“To see someone,” The Reploid looked away from her. “What’s it matter?”
“You don’t mean X, do you?”
“What’s it matter?”
Ciel sighed, sliding back under the machine. Zero never spoke much to her, and never smiled at her despite their growing friendship. If only the Reploid realized she cared…
Zero crossed his arms, staring at the machine, wondering if it’ll work. Would he be back in the year of 21XX? Where therein would he end up-the Repliforce Conflict, the Eurasia Incident, or even the Nightmare Phenomena? Perhaps the Jakob Project, or even so far as before Sigma went Maverick?
Meeting his Maverick self would definitely be interesting.
Ciel’s machine and research wasn’t perfect, and she had listed every possible bad result to him before she let him near it. Zero hardly cared about side effects anymore; he had defeated Weil and Copy X, created peace between humans and Reploids, so what if he got stuck in a random time? This time was safe, so it was no concern of his anymore.
“All I can do is set the century,” Ciel said. “Where you end up within that century… I’m not sure.”
“As long as it’s before this one,” Zero replied, “I hardly care.”
“Will you come back?”
“I’ll think about it.” He waved her aside as he stepped into the machine. When she did not activate it, Zero rubbed his forehead crystal. “Yes Ciel, I’ll come back when I feel better.” Now start the damn thing before you make me do it myself. He mentally added.
Ciel held her breath as she went to the console and input the year. When she executed the command, the machine flared to life. Zero’s form fragmented before compressing into several tiny black boxes, then thinned to lines before finally vanishing out of sight. The girl grasped her hands in front of her chest, staring where Zero once stood, finally letting out the breath.
Come back, Zero.
~*~
It was almost delicious irony when Zero reformed a few feet above the ground, landing neatly in a battle-ready crouch. When he made sure nothing was around him, he took a good look around. Memories of his past life surged to the forefront of his mind as the ruins triggered the sense of familiarity-the city below Sky Lagoon.
Zero whirled around, staring up into the sky just as an explosion went off in the sky, obviously from deep in space. He didn’t have to think too hard of where and when he now was. Already the familiar dull ache of regret came to him just as her face filled his mind.
With a snarl Zero shoved her memory out, crushing it under memories of better times. Times spent in darkened rooms, whispered devotions as bodies grinded together and beautiful green eyes shimmered at him. Effectively Zero fought off the possible depression, but the memory sparked an idea, although his happier memories sparked a hidden curiosity.
He smirked as he began the trek to where he remembered Maverick Hunter HQ was. If Ciel ever looked back into his memory files after this, he was sure the girl would die of a heart attack. Especially if he got what he wanted…
Once he made it to HQ, Zero took his saber and buster gun off and stashed them in a hole he dug, smearing dirt on himself and cracking his armor as he did so. Looking a bit more haggard, Zero pretended to grasp his arm as he walked toward the entrance of HQ, shouting for help at the Hunters who were stationed outside. Fabricating a lie that he came online in the ruins of Sky Lagoon, Zero was ushered inside.
Quickly Zero pressed his fingers into the necks of the two Hunters, watching as their eyes rolled behind their heads and turned gray. He let them drop to the ground and infiltrated the base. Memories of its layout came to him, and thanks to his sleeker body and non-issued Reploid boots, he was silent as he stalked the halls.
Zero considered jumping down onto X when he saw the blue Reploid walk under his perch in the rafters. The blonde’s heart squeezed seeing him so undefiled, so pure like he remembered, and he longed to hold him close once more. That desire ended when he saw his past self come up to X, and Zero crouched further into the shadow and listened.
“Are you okay, Zero?” X asked tentatively, reaching out to him.
The past Zero grasped X’s hand. “Yeah…” he managed. “Just… tell the higher ups I’m going to retire early.”
X squeezed his hand, smiling that gentle smile Zero, past and future, loved him so for. The blue-armored Reploid quickly moved on to do as his friend requested, and the stealthy Reploid in the ceiling followed his past self to his dorm.
Hunter Zero was removing his helmet when he heard the door open, and just as it closed and locked, his saber was out and pointing at the intruder. Shocked blue eyes met hard obsidian, and he nearly dropped the weapon.
“Who the…”
“Let’s make this simple from the get-go,” the sleeker Reploid leaned casually against the table nearby, a smirk making his way to his face. “Call me… Omega.”
Zero gripped his saber tighter. “What do you want, Omega?”
Omega held his hands up in peace, his smirk still on his familiar face. “I know you very well Zero… and I know you more or less can detect lies. So what I’m about to tell you is going to shock you into short-circuiting, but you’ll know it’s the truth…”
“You’re wearing my patience thin…”
Omega crossed his arms. “I’m you, Zero,” He removed his helmet, shaking his blond hair out as it framed his face the exact way Zero’s did without his helmet. “From the future.”
Zero did feel as if he were about to short-circuit as his internal lie detector didn’t go off. “Wh-what?” He dropped his saber, the blade deactivating.
Omega sauntered to him, placing his hands on Zero’s shoulders. “It’s a very long story, one I can’t tell you…” those hands trailed down to Zero’s chest, black eyes shimmering. “But I am you, in a different body as you can see…”
Tilting his head, Omega grinned. “I was certainly handsome back in the day, hm?”
Zero backed away from him, throwing Omega’s hands off. “What do you want?”
“I’m just trying to help you,” Omega purred, “since I know what just happened… Iris, right?”
At the mention of her name, Zero’s eyes darkened, and regret filled his face and voice. “You… know?”
“I told you, I am you. You had to fight her… she died, smiling at you, while you grasped her hand. You picked her up and screamed in agony, asking what you were fighting for…” Omega began to advance, and Zero took a step back for every one Omega took forward. “I tried to hold it all in. Not even X, my precious, precious X could help.”
Zero’s legs hit the edge of his couch and he fell down onto it. Before he could stand back up, Omega planted his foot on one side of Zero’s thigh, leaning down close with his arms around Zero’s neck.
“But it was a horrible thing, going through that alone…” Omega’s voice dropped to a whisper, and Zero swallowed hard. “So, let me help you, if just for a little bit, hm…?”
Zero knew what Omega was hinting at, and the realization made his face color the same shade as their armor. Only Zero knew how much sex made him feel better over things, and if this Omega person knew that, plus about Iris, then he really was…
“But… y-you’re me.” Zero stammered. “And… and you look a lot like me… that’s just weird and… and isn’t that masturbation?”
“Mmm… yes, you can say that.” Omega winked. “So you don’t have to worry about betraying your feelings for X.”
“How did you-”
“I’m you. Now, be a good me and remind me how well I could kiss.” With that, Omega’s lips smothered Zero’s.
Zero’s eyes widened and his entire body went rigid as his apparent future self tried to pry his lips open. Hands grasped his helmet and deactivated it, the back sliding open and the head piece was tossed aside. Omega drew back with a scowl, his dark eyes flashing annoyance.
“I don’t recall being a prude…” Omega growled.
“I don’t think I know how to masturbate when there’s an actual me on top of me…” Zero replied dumbly.
Omega laughed, the sound far too eerily similar for Zero’s taste. “I guess it takes me to dominate me.”
Zero yelped as the slender Reploid practically threw the Hunter over his shoulder and carried him toward the back of the dorm, toward the bedroom. Zero’s face blushed even redder as he felt Omega-himself-grope his backside, even giving it a hearty spank before dropping the Hunter onto the mattress. Zero looked up just as Omega shoved him onto his back, hands pinning his wrists to the bed above Zero’s head as his own blond hair fell and formed a curtain around his face. Before Zero could help it, he was admiring the similar-yet-different beautiful face smirking above him. Zero shook his head, knowing he needed to stop this right now before it went out of control.
That thought flew the coop once Omega kissed his neck, one hand pulling off each piece of Zero’s armor expertly. Zero bit his lower lip when he saw just how quickly he was being stripped, knowing it was only because the man above him was him he could be reduced to his under suit so fast.
Soon even his under suit was gone, and Zero was left naked before the roaming eyes of his future self. Briefly Zero wondered if he really was this demented of a pervert, that he would go back in time just to fuck himself to make himself feel better. As Omega began to strip himself and Zero found himself staring in curiosity and admiration, the answer came to be that yes, Zero was that much of a pervert, and he enjoyed every confusing, wrong second of it.
Omega pounced upon Zero again, running his hands through Zero’s hair and pulling the strands back to force the Hunter’s head backwards and devoured him in a kiss. This time Zero was responsive, shoving his tongue into Omega’s mouth and beating back his future self’s tongue as his own hands ran up the shorter Reploid’s chest. The body on top of him definitely wasn’t the same as his current, yet the feel of the skin and ridges of muscles felt enough like his own to remind Zero that this wasn’t just some random, handsome man he picked up.
Zero grabbed a fistful of Omega’s hair and jerked him away from the kiss, using his bulkier body to his advantage and switching their positions. The Hunter then straddled Omega’s waist, glaring from his vantage point at the slightly-shocked expression his future self wore.
“Maybe it does take me to dominate me…” Zero growled, his voice dropping into that husky, low voice that drove women insane. He wondered if it would work on himself. “But like hell am I doing to be taken by a scrawny version of me…”
“Scrawny?” Omega asked, sitting up slightly. “I am not scrawny.”
Zero shoved him back down, lust finally breaking through his indecision and making it easy. “Maybe not… but I still won’t just bend over, even if it’s for me.”
Omega laughed before grabbed some of Zero’s hair, yanking him down so their noses brushed, sweet lips so tantalizingly close. “Okay then,” he moaned out, “show me then. Show me how good I am… dominate me, Zero.”
Zero groaned, realizing Omega had answered his earlier question about his voice. The Hunter shoved those thoughts of his head as his mouth descended upon Omega’s, their kiss stoking their mutual desire as their hips rubbed close. Zero wrapped his arms around Omega, pulling him up so the sleeker Reploid sat and straddled his lap, Omega draping his arms over Zero’s shoulders as their kiss deepened into a sensual duel between their tongues and teeth. Zero bit Omega’s tongue before pulling out of the kiss, and the skinnier Reploid yelped as Zero lightly threw him off his lap, pulling him up onto his hands and knees and shifting so Zero knelt to his side.
“I always was curious…” Zero muttered darkly as his hand gently massaged Omega’s rear. “About how much punishment I can withstand…”
Omega moved his hips seductively in the air, grinning at Zero. “Try me, then.”
Zero needed no other provocation, giving Omega’s ass a hard squeeze before slapping it harshly with his open palm. Omega moaned, shifting his hips to the right and left as Zero’s hand descended again and again, the sounds echoing off the walls and Omega’s low moans barely making it to Zero’s ears. His bottom was practically glowing red when Zero paused, rubbing the slightly swelling skin almost lovingly.
“Like that, hm?” Zero teasingly nipped Omega’s ear. “Sit tight then…”
Omega arched his back and looked over his shoulder as Zero got up off the bed, going for his civilian clothing drawers. The future incarnation knew instantly what Zero was going for, and if he could get any harder, he would have the moment the Hunter returned with the doubled up leather belt. The bed dipped slightly as Zero climbed back in and he briefly nuzzled the still red flesh.
“I’m such a perv,” Zero groaned before pulling away and grinning widely. “And yet I’m enjoying it oh so much…”
Omega wiggled his hips, already almost feeling the upcoming welts, and wasn’t surprised at his own carnal desires for the punishments to start. “Shut up and whip me.”
“I’m a masochist?” Zero laughed.
“Only with myself,” Omega smirked.
Zero cracked the belt against his future self’s skin, watching in fascination as Omega’s back arched and he yelped. The sound wasn’t of pain, and Zero whipped him harder, jagged lash marks forming on the almost perfectly round bottom before him that was beginning to dance under the whippings. Harder and faster Zero whipped, Omega’s yelps becoming ragged cries that mingled pain and pleasure, dark lust evident in Omega’s black eyes when he looked over his shoulder at Zero.
Excitement jostled Zero’s systems and he tossed Omega off the bed, the smaller Reploid yelping at he impacted on the floor. He managed to scramble to his hands and knees, crying out as the belt lashed his bottom again and jarred him forward. Before he knew it, Omega found himself crawling all over the dormitory room as Zero chased after him with the belt, whipping him each time he was in range. No where Omega could crawl gave him reprieve, and it only made him love the game-and himself, scarily enough-all the more.
“Could I get you to beg for mercy, Omega?” Zero asked sweetly as Omega slipped on the tiles of the kitchenette, falling onto his stomach.
Omega rolled over, the layers of welts losing some of their sting against the cool floor. He managed to laugh between pants, his face bright red and slightly sweating as he spread his knees to see Zero standing over him.
“Mercy?” Omega laughed again. “I didn’t even know how much I’d enjoy this… I’d beg for more if I could handle it.”
“That’s a bit scary…” Zero knelt between the spread legs, dropping the belt and gently fondling Omega’s length. The soft contact started up Omega’s deep, husky moans that sent shivers down Zero’s spine. “You saying if I gave you the belt, I’d enjoy it just as much?”
“Possibly… care to give it a try?”
“Not now,” the Hunter bent over Omega and gave him a light kiss. “Let’s get back to the bed…”
“Why?” Omega wrapped his legs around Zero’s waist, lifting his hips up and rubbing ever so seductively against the hard shaft between Zero’s legs. “I’m not going to vanish once you’ve had your way with me… we’ve got a while to make our way there…”
Zero groaned, barely grasping his sanity as the warm flesh rubbed so invitingly against him. “The night stand has… my…”
“Do I look like I really care…?” Omega half growled, half moaned.
Zero jammed his fingers into Omega’s mouth, his eyes smoldering as Omega’s tongue lathered the digits generously with saliva. His future self nipped the fingertips suggestively when Zero withdrew his hand, and Omega closed his eyes with a moan as Zero quickly slipped in one of the wet fingers into him before it dried. Zero pushed in a second, twisting his fingers as he thrust them in and out, noticing Omega was incredibly tight. As the smaller Reploid’s hips began to thrust against Zero’s hand and clench hard around his fingers, Zero bit his lower lip to keep from moaning as he imagined how it’d feel to finally get in that tight passage and feel it convulse around him…
“You sure?” Zero grounded out between his teeth. “You obviously never played bottom…”
“Show me a good time.”
Zero spat into his other hand, covering his own member with a thin sheet of saliva before withdrawing his fingers. Omega again lifted his hips to the desired angle and Zero pushed against the tight entrance.
For one scary moment, Zero was afraid he couldn’t fit. Even as he pushed hard, and Omega tried to relax himself despite the pain-filled whimpering coming out of him, Zero hardly made any progress. Omega growled, his desire winning over the pain and he pushed himself up and shoved Zero back onto the tile, Zero winced when his head cracked against the floor. The pain from that vanished quickly as Omega used his weight and new angle to push himself down Zero’s rigid length. Both let out a loud moan as Zero was finally fully enveloped inside of his future self, and Zero sat up, wrapping his arms around Omega and drawing him into a deep, sensual kiss. Omega’s hands gripped Zero’s broader shoulders as he set the motion he wanted, riding Zero and clenching him hard. Zero moaned into Omega’s mouth, his hands grabbing the sleeker Reploid’s bottom as he began to thrust up into him.
Pain flared along with the pleasure, and Omega swore he saw sparks as Zero pinned him back down onto the kitchen floor and began to pound into him mercilessly. Omega raked his nails down Zero’s back, digging them into the taunt muscles as Zero grunted above him. Although Omega had planned to come to the past to fuck X’s brains out, he certainly was not regretting finding himself under his own past self, especially if he could just raise his hips a little higher and…
Omega screamed as Zero pounded right into that hidden point inside, causing the future incarnation to clench hard around Zero and jerk his hips against the larger Reploid. Zero pushed into again, his own moans growing louder as he pinned Omega’s hips down against the floor and grinded against him, the tip of himself digging into that spot hard. Omega’s fists hit the tile, producing cracks as he hit the long-awaited orgasm and his legs around Zero’s waist clamped, pulling the bigger blond forward and deeper inside as Omega’s walls threatened to crush him. Zero kissed his future self hard, swallowing Omega’s cries of rapture and offered his own as he too went over the edge, their bodies locking up and threatening to overheat.
When the tidal wave of pleasure subsided, Zero collapsed on top of Omega, both panting hard into each other’s necks. The tile around them was slick with condensation, and Omega was slightly afraid to try walking on it. Arms and legs wound around Zero, drawing him in and close as Omega covered his neck with kisses and love bites.
Despite the incredible release, Omega felt himself only hungry for more. Soon his gentle nuzzling became insistent petting, his hands ghosting along Zero’s sweaty back and sides. Understanding the meaning of the touches, Zero smirked, lifting himself up to grin down at himself.
“More?” Zero grinned teasingly. “Can I get you to beg for it?”
“I may or may not,” Omega said between gentle bites along Zero’s throat. “But I’ve discovered I have quite a few fetishes I wouldn’t mind exploring more in depth before returning to my time…”
“What sort of fetishes are we talking about?” Zero asked, propping himself up.
Omega grinned, lacing his fingers over his chest. “Got some time and money to go to the local kink store?”
~*~
Zero hugged the plastic bags close to his chest as he practically ran back to his room, praying no one would stop him and try to look into the bags. He especially prayed X wouldn’t find him… Although getting X in on the act, and possibly talking him into joining, was an arousing thought all on its own…
The blond shook his head hard as he got back to him room. No way would X go for a crazy threesome, especially between Zero and his future self…
Omega lounged on his couch, still naked and practically spread-eagle. Zero quickly locked his room, shoving out his thoughts that protested this act. It’s bad enough he already fucked himself, did he really need it to do it with toys?
Yes. The darker part of Zero whispered, especially when Omega glanced at him and inclined his head back, baring that sensual, soft neck that begged to be bitten and bruised. Yes, you do. Fuck him until he leaves, or maybe even convince him not to… he can be your dirty little secret…
“Took you along enough,” Omega motioned Zero over with a ‘come hither’ hand motion. “I was afraid I’d have to actually get dressed to come get you…”
Zero dropped the bags to the floor as he picked up Omega, kissing him briefly before answering. “Then I’d have to rip all your clothes off, and I don’t know how you’d explain that to your future X.”
Omega frowned slightly before he replied, “X in my time is dead.”
Shock registered on Zero’s face and he nearly dropped the sleeker Reploid. “Wh-what?”
Omega’s eyes finally showed something other than lust-remorse. “It’s a long story,” Omega muttered. “One I don’t want to repeat now… it’s why I’m here. But, knowing X, he’d try to change history. And if he did… well, let’s just say we finally got what he wanted in my time. Peace between fleshlings and machines. I don’t want him to screw it up.” Zero’s future self stared at him hard before wrapping his slender arms around Zero’s neck. “Now that you made me upset, I hope you plan on comforting me.”
“I can’t replace X.” Zero muttered.
“Of course not; if you could I’d be jerking off in the future more often to a mirror. Now pick up those bags and let’s get busy… before I pull a Zero and break down.” Omega nuzzled Zero’s neck as his hands busied themselves to undo the buttons of his shirt. Zero scooped up the bags and carried Omega to the bedroom, still wondering if this was sane at all to do.
Of course it wasn’t, but Zero wasn’t going to deny he enjoyed watching Omega finish undoing his shirt and push it off him. Zero wasn’t going to deny he loved it when he put Omega down, his future self went to his knees and used only his teeth to undo the button of his jeans and pull the zipper down. The look of regret and sadness was gone off Omega’s face as he looked up from pulling down Zero’s pants, his eyes now dark pools of desire as his hands yanked Zero’s boxers down. The Hunter stepped out of the pile of clothes, dropping the bags to the ground near the bed and pulling Omega up onto it.
Zero expected his future self to immediately dive into the bags, to demand their copulation as he did before. However, Omega pulled Zero to lay half on him, and the sleeker Reploid took his time to run his hands along Zero’s broader shoulders and chest. The touch both disturbed and aroused Zero, although he could hardly think of why.
“Hard to believe…” Omega muttered as he pinched one of Zero’s perk nipples, smiling as his past self groaned. “I used to look like this.”
“Why hard?”
Omega leered at him before returning to his caresses, his hands rubbing Zero’s back for a few seconds before cupping his bottom. “I lost some memories,” he admitted. He pinched one of Zero’s bottom cheeks and the Hunter’s connected leg twitched. “Slowly getting them back… but I don’t remember my old body much.”
Zero managed to laugh, the talk assaulting his head and making him question his current position too much. “You’re going to kill my hard-on if you keep talking like that.”
Omega chuckled, pressing soft kisses against Zero’s lips as one of his hands reached for the bags at the ground. It took a few swipes, but he managed to snag one and bring it up between them. Zero reclined on his side, watching with glowing eyes as Omega looked into the bag and pulled out an item at random. Typical kink items, such as handcuffs, a collar, some sort of chain with two connectors and some tubes of some sort of gel. Omega casually looked at one of the tubes, mouthing the words silently as he read the contents.
Zero lightly patted Omega’s rear when his future self tossed him a look before snatching the handcuffs from him. Omega snickered, bringing his wrists together above his head against one of the bed posts, arching his back with a dark look on his face. Hardly believing he was able to seduce himself while even being on the bottom, Zero nonetheless panted slightly as he swiftly cuffed Omega in the desired position.
A sudden realization hit Zero as his lips trailed along Omega’s neck to his collarbone, where he thoughtfully chewed on the ridges of muscles there. Omega had wanted Zero to dominate him… and Zero had foolishly believed simply being on top and whipping him was dominance! It wasn’t, not if it was what Omega wanted…
“Minx…” Zero hissed. No wonder Omega smirked so much-in truth, it was the smaller Reploid dominating the Hunter! With voice, looks and body language, Omega was able to play Zero’s desires as he wanted and got everything he moaned for, playing a reverse game of master and slave. Like a good little servant, Zero complied Omega’s every whim…
Zero pulled himself completely away from Omega, who gasped at the sudden lack of weight and warmth. With keen eyes, Zero watched as the captive Reploid beseeched him with low moans, thrusting hips and beautifully arching back that pulled his body taunt and offered himself up so enticingly… Yes, Zero saw how he fell for the trap, and now that he knew, he could truly be the dominate one.
“You’ve been a manipulative little bastard…” Zero whispered in a low, husky tone. “I don’t think I appreciate it…”
“I don’t know what you’re…” Omega’s sultry speech ended with a high-pitched cry, almost a squeal, as Zero’s hand smacked his hardness. There was a light sting of pain, hardly enough to wince away from, but the sudden act silenced him nonetheless.
“You’ll speak when I say you can,” Zero admonished, “and unless I say so, the only things you’ll say now is ‘Yes, Master’ or ‘No, Master’, understand? Go ahead, answer.”
Omega felt a flare of defiance rage in him-even if Zero was him, who was he to demand something like that? “Hardly!”
This time Zero’s hand slapped Omega’s face, forcing the blonde’s head to swing to the left. His cheek raged with pain, but as he swallowed a bit of blood from where he bit his cheek, Omega found himself enjoying the punishments. The most wonderful thing of it all was the fact they were the same person, and to be able to play both slave and master flawlessly said much of Zero’s sensuality…
“Try again,” Zero growled. His hand gathered up the more delicate parts of Omega’s anatomy, making the future Reploid turn a deep red. “Do you understand?”
An insistent tug down there caused Omega to tremble and finally stutter, “Y-yes, Master.”
“I want a confident answer. You’re me after all.” Zero gave him a firm squeeze, and Omega’s voice went up a notch. Zero squeezed again, then pulled before Omega finally answered.
“Yes, Master!”
Zero purred in satisfaction, rewarding Omega with a gentle massage in his hand before running his fingertips up the hard length that seemed to quiver all of its own. His nails brushed the ridges of the head, watching as it darkened to almost purple in its need. With a smirk, Zero bent down and gave the tip a little kiss, watching Omega writhe and push his body closer for more attention. Zero again slapped the future Reploid’s erection, reaching down for another bag from the floor.
“I got the things you wanted,” Zero muttered as he sifted through the contents, “but some other things caught my eye and I thought you’d enjoy them.” From the bag he produced a deep crimson strap of silk, a leather gag with a metal ball in the middle, and a pair of ankle cuffs.
With ironic tenderness, Zero pulled out a bottle of oil and rubbed a decent amount on Omega’s ankles before clamping them together with the cuffs. Omega wiggled his feet, but even with the oil preventing chaffing, they were tightly secure and he was sure he couldn’t slip free. From there Zero hooked one end of the chain to the thick metal ring that was situated in the middle of the ankle restraints, and then undid Omega’s handcuffs just enough to let his arms fall from the bed post. Quickly the Hunter flipped Omega over, re-doing the handcuffs then hooking the other end of the chain to them. The chain was short, and Omega’s back was strained to bend backwards and his shoulders also thrown back.
Zero wasn’t quite happy with the double restraints, so he again looked into his bags. There he pulled out the collar, snapping it onto Omega’s neck and jerking it back. Omega choked slightly, his eyes widening as he looked at Zero. The Hunter checked the tightness, deciding to loosen the collar a tad before producing another short metal chain, hooking it onto the collar than to the ankle cuffs, forcing Omega’s head back. Pleased with this, Zero wrapped the red silk over Omega’s eyes.
“Who knew,” Zero murmured as he watched Omega twitch, obviously fighting the urge to struggle against his bonds, “that I’d look so fucking hot when tied up?”
Omega couldn’t see through the silk, completely blocked off from any sort of visual stimulation. All he could feel was Zero’s still oiled hands rub his ass and back, and then was pulled up in a kneeling position. Zero’s lips nibbled the ridges of his ears as the Hunter’s hands, with more oil, massaged his chest. Omega groaned as Zero pinched his nipples, rolling them between thumbs and forefingers and causing them to nearly glisten with the oil that was slowly becoming warmer and warmer. Those hands slid down to massage Omega’s thighs, and the sleeker Reploid groaned at how teasingly close, yet agonizingly far they were from where he so desperately needed them.
“Excited, Omega?” Zero whispered into his ear, the Hunter’s tongue snaking out to trace the contours.
“Yes…” Omega groaned, and then quickly fixed his mistake when Zero’s hands stopped moving. “Master.”
A pleased growl came from Zero, and one hand grasped Omega’s hardness, pumping it with punishing roughness. Omega cried out, his hips jerking forward as he tried to toss his head back even more. His chains rattled as his hips moved and he struggled fiercely against his restraints, wanting nothing more than to grab Zero and throw him to the bed to ride him to fulfillment. The cuffs were unforgiving and did not yield to the struggling, and Zero’s hand began to slow until it was but whispers of caresses, lightly teasing strokes that nearly reduced Omega to tears of frustration and need.
As Omega mewled from the tease, Zero grabbed a package out of his bag with his free hand, using his teeth to rip it open. At the sound of breaking cardboard and plastic, Omega strained his head to look at Zero, although he saw nothing behind the blindfold. Before Omega could speak, Zero gave his length a hard, almost painful squeeze, reducing whatever words about to come out to a heated moan. With one hand Zero pulled out another package, ripping it open with his teeth and taking the pieces out carefully.
Zero withdrew his hand from Omega’s body, letting the residue of oil start to warm up and torment the sleeker Reploid further. As Omega writhed from the growing heat, his body leaning back against Zero’s chest, the Hunter loaded the batteries into the correct compartment of his next toy, closing it with an almost ominous snap. Zero shoved Omega onto the bed, his chin landing none-too-gently on the mattress. Almost impatiently Zero forced Omega’s asscheeks apart, gathering up his lubrication from his nightstand. Quickly he lubed up Omega’s entrance, coating the inner walls generously with two fingers, making sure he did not go near that special spot deep inside. Omega tried to buck his hips back as Zero’s fingers began to withdraw, and the Hunter smacked Omega’s head smartly. At Omega’s yelp, Zero grabbed the gag and shoved the ball of it into Omega’s mouth, pulling it back with a jerk and tying it tightly behind Omega’s head under the knot of the blindfold.
With Omega now bound, blinded, and gagged, Zero spread a little extra lubrication on his toy. With a wicked grin, Zero made sure all the connections were sturdy and bent down, planting a kiss between Omega’s captured arms onto his back.
The future Reploid nearly squealed when he felt the first rather large bead get pushed into him, followed by a second, a third, fourth, and then an even larger fifth. Omega’s muscles clenched on the unfamiliar round things inside of him, and from the large amount of lubrication, the beads were pushed further inside and bumped into each other, sending sparks and pulses throughout Omega’s body. Moaning and his eyes rolling back, Omega could not stop himself from clenching his muscles more until the first bead bumped into that spot, causing a cry to come from the gagged mouth. Zero smirked, flipping on the switch that was attached to the beads from a thick, cushioned wire.
The beads began to vibrate inside of him and Omega’s body began to twitch uncontrollably; he was unable to silence his moans and he bit down on the ball in vain. Zero dropped the little controller, letting the weight of it pull the beads out slightly so they again made their slow, agonizing journey deeper inside. When Zero pulled Omega back up into a kneeling position, the smaller Reploid’s hips seemed to have a mind of their own, undulating and thrusting in random directions as the beads slowly climbed up until they were wedged as far in as possible, unrelenting in their vibration.
Zero pulled out a cat o’nine tails, snapping the leather once in the air to grab Omega’s attention. Unable to plead due to the gag, Omega was left only with whimpering, muffled moans as Zero positioned himself in front of him, forcing Omega to balance on his own somehow. With a grin, Zero cracked the whip against the smaller Reploid’s chest, producing a muffled yelp and what suspiciously sounded like a plea for harsher strikes. At least, it sounded such to Zero.
Zero was known for his precision in melee battles, and he used that skill to his advantage now. With careful aim, Zero whipped Omega’s chest again, striking his nipples with the soft leather, eliciting delicious agony on his future self and arousing himself with each of Omega’s covered cries. Omega chomped hard on the ball as tears began to stream down his face, and although he looked the picture of torment, he felt so full of forbidden bliss he was afraid he’d shut down before he could properly enjoy it.
If Omega wasn’t careful, he’d fall in love with himself and never go back to his time.
Zero pulled his arm back, ready to strike again, when his door sounded with a knock. Both of them froze and even Omega went silent, although his body quivered. Only the slick sounds of the vibrating anal beads could be heard between them.
“Zero?” came X’s voice from the other side of the entrance to the dorm. “I know you’d rather be left alone… but Signas has work for you.”
“Fuck!” Zero swore. He scrambled to toss the whip away, unhooking Omega’s chains and restraints quickly. “H-hang on, X! I’m, uh, not exactly presentable!”
“Take your time,” X said cheerfully.
Zero gathered up whatever kinky evidence he could, shoving them into the dazed Omega’s arms. His hands now free, Omega ripped off the gag and blindfold, reaching out behind him to turn off the beads and pull them out with a hissing moan. Zero struggled to put on his boxers and jeans, his erection proving bothersome and insistent. Giving up zipping the pants, Zero grabbed the biggest t-shirt he owned and put it on, thankful the folds of it hid his excitement well enough.
“Hide!” Zero hissed as the still naked Omega as he went to his door. Omega looked here and there, shoving the bags of toys under the bed and diving to the nearest hiding spot.
Zero opened the door as casually as he could, smiling as innocently as possible as sweet little X peeked above the pile of papers in his arms. “X! Hey, buddy…”
X’s eyes softened when he took in the redness in Zero’s face and the disheveled appearance of his hair. “Hey, Zero… doing okay?”
“Yeah… just fine…” Zero fidgeted, but stepped aside to let X in. Never, in all the years they knew each other, did they ever not let the other into their rooms. To take the papers and shut the door in X’s face would arouse suspicion.
“I’ll take these to your desk,” X offered, and before Zero could protest, the blue-armored Reploid was going into his bedroom. Fervently praying Omega wouldn’t pull anything insane, Zero followed his best friend in.
X dumped the pile on Zero’s desk, surveying the room with worried eyes. Zero attempted to look as normal as possible, sitting into his chair and pulling it up close to the desk. When his legs bumped into what felt like an arm, Zero’s face reddened further-Omega was hiding under his desk, of all places!
“This room is a mess…” X commented, bending down to pick up a red shirt. To Zero’s horror, it wasn’t his shirt, but Omega’s vest! “Where’d this come from, Z? It’s too small to be yours…”
“A-ah… ah ha ha… Iris bought it for me a long time ago…” Zero cleared his throat as he tried to lie to X for the first time.
As the two chattered, Omega was left staring at either the boring wood of the desk, or the now more obvious bulge rising from where Zero’s shirt piled into his lap. A gleam came to his obsidian eyes and Omega stealthily lifted Zero’s shirt. The blond tried to smack his hands away without X noticing, but as X struck up another topic, Omega moved the shirt aside to reveal Zero’s still throbbing proof of excitement peeking out from his undone jeans.
Oh, this is just too good.
Zero’s hands fell hard against the top of the desk as Omega’s mouth enveloped him, causing X to jump. Quickly Zero lifted his hands, trying to look apologetic as Omega’s tongue swirled his tip.
“S-sorry X…” Zero muttered, trying his damndest not to moan as his little secret below gave him a vigorous suck. “Ahhhh… I’m just… you know…”
“Are you okay, Zero?” X asked, his eyes shining with concern.
“Fuck…” Zero groaned, covering his face with his hands as Omega took his entire length into his mouth, humming just enough so his throat vibrated around Zero. “Oh fuck…”
“Zero?”
“Sorry, X!” Zero’s hands slammed the desk again. “I’m just… not… in a…” He barely staved off the passionate moan as Omega pulled him out, now treating his hardness like a lollipop. “Good mood… you understand?”
“You don’t have to suffer alone, Zero.”
“I know.” Zero couldn’t help but push his hips forward as Omega’s lips covered the tip, his tongue dancing along the ridges of the head. “I just need… a little longer alone.” Damn you, Omega…
“I understand,” X smiled sadly. “I’ll come by tomorrow, okay?”
“Sounds great.”
“I’ll let myself out.” X held his hands up as Zero tried to stand. Gratefully Zero eased back into his chair, biting the inside of his cheek as Omega’s tongue traveled down to the base then back up to the tip. The perverted blond had also pulled Zero’s jeans and boxers down just enough so he could massage the more fragile parts of Zero’s privates.
“Lock the door for me, X.” Zero called.
X yelled back his farewell, and Zero waited for the door to shut and the locking mechanism to beep before pushing his chair back from the desk, pulling himself out of Omega’s mouth with a quiet pop.
“You…” Zero groaned. “I should have just tossed you still bound in the closet…”
Omega crawled back to him, grasping Zero’s member in his hand again. “You enjoyed every second, admit it.”
Zero’s cheeks puffed out in annoyance. “I didn’t give you permission to speak, slave.” With that proclamation, he grabbed the back of Omega’s head and shoved himself back into the smaller Reploid’s mouth. Omega’s eyes bulged slightly as Zero crammed himself fully into Omega’s mouth.
“You know,” Zero purred as he petted Omega’s hair. “You look cute with something in your mouth…”
Omega rolled his eyes as he began to pull Zero out of his mouth, grazing the tender skin with his teeth. Zero hissed at the contact and he thrust his hips up, his fingers curling into the blond hair tightly. When Omega lightly bit down on him, Zero moaned loudly at the painful yet wonderful sting. He yanked Omega’s head up by his hair then shoved him back down, Omega’s eyes again widening. Omega gagged slightly as Zero practically crushed his head into his lap before jerking him up again by his hair.
Omega managed to disengage Zero’s grasp on his hair and pulled back with a gasp, a small trail of saliva slipping down from the corner of his mouth as he watched Zero’s erection bounce from the sudden freedom. Zero growled, slapping Omega across the face with the back of his hand.
Omega rubbed his cheek, staring defiantly at Zero. Before Zero reprimanded him further, he took a deep breath and realized this was another of Omega’s artistic manipulation techniques, and he had to applaud himself for knowing what buttons to push. Zero smiled tenderly pulling Omega up to his feet and into his arms. The smaller Reploid blinked, and a small part of him suddenly afraid as absurd as it sounded. Afraid of himself? Omega could have laughed if his knees weren’t buckling and his body longed to be touched, be it a strike or a caress.
“As fucked up as this all is, I’m having a lot of fun…” Zero muttered as he gently kissed Omega’s lips, taking the time to draw the trembling bottom lip into his mouth to softly suckle on. Omega groaned at the sudden change of character, his body still charged for erotic pain. Zero pulled Omega closer, deepening the kiss and sucking lovingly on his future self’s tongue when it carefully made itself known.
When the tender kiss broke, Omega’s body still tense, Zero carefully maneuvered him to the bed, again undressing himself on the journey there. As soon as Omega felt the mattress at the back of his legs he fell down upon it, staring up with hazy eyes at Zero’s face.
I can be just as manipulative, you bastard… Zero thought as he ran his fingers through Omega’s silky hair. “Are you having fun?”
Omega remained silent until he realized Zero wanted an answer, and he nodded dumbly. When Zero tapped his lips with a finger, the future Reploid whispered, “Yes, Master.”
Zero smiled sweetly, and Omega’s apprehension grew. His eyes slowly traveled down Zero’s body, then blinked when he realized he was eye-level with Zero’s crotch. The future Reploid laughed quietly to himself before shaking his head.
“That’s okay,” Zero said as he bent down, pulling out the final bag from the bed. “Let’s not be so crude anymore… let’s get a little more… refined.”
Zero pulled out the item from the bottom of the bag and Omega actually covered his face as he blushed a deep crimson. In Zero’s hands laid the most delicate gold chains Omega had ever seen, so fragile looking he was surprised they didn’t just crumble in Zero’s large hands. At one end of the chain, it split into two, the ends topped off with little gold clamps, the insides lined with soft fur. On the other end was a soft roll of leather, fashioned into a handle. This was a leash?
Omega didn’t struggle as Zero pushed the slender arms out of the way, didn’t do anything but gasp in want as Zero closed the clamps on Omega’s pert nipples. The fur took out some of the bite of the clamps, but they were nonetheless painfully tight, and the chains, as thin and delicate as they were, still added weight to them that Omega was not used to. Zero lightly jerked the chains, watching with lustful satisfaction as Omega moaned his face darkened. Still ever so gentle, Zero pushed Omega back a bit and parted his legs, returning again with the vibrating beads. The Hunter made sure they were again well lubricated before inserting them back into the trembling Reploid before him, setting the vibration on the lowest setting when they were firmly in place.
For some reason, tears were starting up again in Omega’s eyes, trailing down his face. Zero crooned at him, leaning close and licking the tears up.
“Are those tears of anticipation, darling?” Zero smiled.
Omega didn’t bother trying to answer, his body sizzling from his nipples outward, the beads inside of him again not helping his quivering body at all. Zero picked Omega up and set him on the ground on his hands and knees, the handle end of the thin gold chains in his hand. In his other Zero held a switch Omega didn’t notice him pick up. The thin stick had a single square layer of softened leather, and with a flick of his wrist Zero slapped Omega’s bottom with it. The little switch stung but hardly inflicted any real noticeable pain-instead it flared up Omega’s hunger for punishment and made his erection twitch painfully in need. Was this Zero’s new game? If so, Omega could already see himself going insane.
Zero tugged on the leash and Omega hurriedly crawled after the Hunter as the clamps pulled painfully on his nipples. Although it was the hurt Omega loved, he had no desire to possibly cause serious injury to himself. But no matter how close he followed after Zero, the chains were still taunt and pulled at him with every moment, Omega’s ass unable to not sway side to side as his muscles clenched the beads in him. Where the hell was Zero taking him?
Omega felt carpet give way to tile, and Zero flicked on the light. The crawling Reploid hissed as the bright light assaulted his eyes, and it took a moment for them to adjust to look around. They were inside Zero’s bathroom. Zero again pulled at the damnable chain, forcing Omega to nearly slip on the cold, unforgiving tile to the bathtub where Zero began to run a hot bath.
The future Reploid sat back on his heels, confusion apparent in his expression as Zero turned to him. The Hunter bent down, kissing Omega deeply for several sizzling seconds before pulling back, proud to see his future self gasping.
“A little bath break,” Zero murmured, “before we get back into it.”