White Roses
Title: White Roses
Fandom: Megaman
Characters/pairings: Rockman/Forte
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rock discovers he has an admirer on Valentines Day
Warnings: Slash, bad writing.
Notes: Old writing, from waaaaay back in the day, in it's mostly original format (very minor corrections may have been made)
o o o
Rock stretched his arms above his head. The scent of waffles and strawberries came to his nose. His memory clicked into place. Valentines Day. Roll would be making heart-shaped waffles with strawberries for breakfast. With a grin rock jumped out of bed and pulled on a T-shirt and jeans. He ran downstairs.
When he reached the kitchen, the sight of Blues digging into a huge plate of waffles greeted him. Roll stood at the counter, adding more waffles to the large platter next to her. "Help yourself, Rock." The biroid girl said cheerfully. Rock grabbed a plate and loaded it with waffles, smothering them in strawberries. He sat across from his brother, who looked like he was trying to inhale the food. The eldest Light bot only looked up as Dr. Light came in the kitchen.
"Good morning, kids." The Dr. said. "Roll, they smell wonderful." He continued as Roll handed him a plate. "Happy Valentine's Day, all."
Blues finished his food, wiping his mouth with a napkin as Roll and Dr. Light sat to their own food. "Hey, Rock," he said, a little frown on his face "Where'd you get that?" he motioned at Rock.
"What, my shirt?" Rock asked, confused.
"No, that necklace." Blues replied. "I've never seen that one before."
Thoroughly confused, Rock reached up to his neck. Something was around it. His fingers trailed along the band until he found the clasp and undid it. He stared at the necklace in his hands. The band was a thin strip of black leather. The charm hanging from it was a tiny dream catcher, little bigger than a nickel, made from silver wire. A bead of turquoise was strung on the wire near the center and three little carved turquoise feathers hung from the bottom. Rock owned nothing like it.
"None of you gave me this?" he asked his family. They all shook their heads. With a frown, Rock fastened the necklace back around his neck. The dream-catcher hung just in the hollow at the base of his throat. He bit his lip slightly. If his family hadn't given it to him, then who did? Rush?
"Rock's got a secret admirer." Roll said slyly. Rock flushed bright red.
"But how did this admirer get past the security system, sneak into Rock's room, put the necklace on him without waking either him or Rush and sneak back out?" Blues asked.
"It's a magic fairy." Roll replied, then grinned at the look Blues gave her. "Oh, how should I know?"
"It certainly is a mystery." Dr. Light said. "Well, if you get any more mystery gifts, let us know, ok?" Rock nodded and got up from the table, taking his plate to the sink before heading up to his room.
The first thing Rock saw in his room was the vase of white roses on his bedside table. Looking around quickly and seeing no one, he went over to the vase. A folded card hung from the side. He picked it up and read.
White roses. Pure. Sweet.
Like you.
I hope you like your gifts.
The writing was in a slanted elegant script Rock had never seen. He set the card down and saw a small jewelry box next to the vase. Inside was a silver band with a single turquoise stone set in the center. It perfectly fit Rock's ring finger.
Rock went to the top of the stairs. "They came back." He yelled downstairs. "And they left roses!"
o o o
Rock stretched out on the couch, reading. Or trying to. His hand kept stealing up to finger the necklace or twirl the ring around his finger. His mind kept circling back to his admirer. Just after lunch Rock had found a box of gourmet chocolates on his bed with a note that said 'The best chocolates in the world taste dull after your sweetness.' In the same slanted handwriting. The note had made him blush. It was now close to dinner time and Rock was trying to calm his jumpy nerves by reading a fantasy novel. It wasn't working. He nearly jumped a mile then, when the doorbell rang. He answered it and felt strangely disappointed to see an ordinary man standing there.
"'S'cuse me." The man said. "But I'm lookin' for someone named Rock. He live here?"
"I'm Rock." The biroid answered.
The man cocked his head to the side. "Funny name. Anywho, someone came up to me on the street and paid me quite a bit to give you this." He handed Rock an envelope. Rock held back a gasp when he saw his name written on the front in the now familiar handwriting.
"Do you remember what the person looked like?" He asked, trying to stay calm.
"No." The man said. "He had a long black coat and a hood. He was tall, I'll tell ya that. And he sounded young an' nervous. Why? An admirer?"
"I don't know." Rock replied. "But thank you." He shut the door and walked back into the living room, flipping the envelope in his hands.
Roll walked downstairs, followed by Dr. Light. "Who was at the door, Rock?" Dr. Light asked.
"A delivery man." Rock murmured in reply, not really paying attention as he opened the envelope and pulling out the paper inside.
You and you're family have a reservation at Leveres tonight at six O'clock under your name. Do not worry about the bill.
I hope to see you soon, sweetness.
Rock read the first part aloud, keeping the second part to himself. Roll gasped at the news. Leveres was a very high-class restaurant club and holiday reservations were very difficult to get. "Wow, Rock." The girl bot said. "Somebody must really be crushing on you!" Rock flushed darker than Blues' armor.
o o o
Blues whistled as they left the car. Leveres' stood above them, stone and elegant lines. They could hear the sounds of the band inside warming up. When they reached the door, Rock gave his name and they were led inside.
The table they were led to was near the center of the room. Every table they passed had a vase of red roses on the top, except theirs, which had white. Most of the other tables were full of couples celebrating the holiday. Some gave the family odd looks but most were too busy gazing at each other to notice. Rock shrugged, sat and picked up the menu. His family followed suit.
A man walked up on stage. "Ladies and gentlemen, here, to entertain you with you Valentines Day requests, Delauney!" Applause rippled through the room as the band took the stage. The lead singer named the first song as a request by Jennine to Greg and started playing.
"Wow." Roll said softly as the love song floated through the air. "Leveres'. Any ideas as to who did this yet?"
Rock shook his head. "I have no idea. I mean, what have I done to deserve this?"
"Maybe someone recognized you as Megaman, the savior of the planet." Blues said. For once the oldest biroid had his sunglasses off, mainly because Dr. Light wouldn't let him wear them inside the club. The brilliant blue eyes that were his namesake peered at Rock. "They're probably grateful to you for saving the world."
Rock frowned. "But who would link me with Megaman?" he asked. "I look way different in my armor."
Blues shrugged. "Who knows? People know that Dr. Light brought Megaman around, maybe they just put two and two together."
"In that case, then it's more likely for you to be getting gifts and stuff." Rock replied. "You're more likely looking for the part of a hero."
"I feel complemented."
"You shouldn't"
"Hey!"
"Boys," Dr. Light said. "Calm down. Perhaps all will be revealed by the end of the night." Rock made a face at Blues, who returned it. They both snapped to attention when a waiter came up to take their order.
Soon the waiter came back with their orders and they began to eat. Rock was chewing a bite of veal Parmesan when the song currently playing ended. "Ok, folks." The lead singer said. "We got a song here for a Mr. Rock from a Secret Admirer. Oh, we've got secrets here, folks!" Rock nearly choked on his veal as the song started.
They way you're bathed in light.
Reminds me of that night.
God laid me down in your rose garden of trust
And I was swept away
With nothing left to say
Some helpless fool, yeah
I was lost in a swoon of peace
You're all I need to find.
So when the time is right
Come to me, sweetly, come to me.
Rock stared up at the stage for a moment, then back at his family. Blank looks were the only response he got. Rock shrugged and went back to his veal, the words of the song drifting through his head. If they want me they can come get me, he thought.
The rest of the meal was comparatively uneventful until the waiter brought desert. After setting down the plates the waiter handed Rock another note.
Come to 1515 Lingon street.
I'll be waiting for you, sweet one.
"Rock?" Blues asked, "What's it say?"
Rock folded the note, put it in his pocket and stood. "I'm going to meet them." He said. "On Lingon street."
"Maybe you shouldn't go." Roll said hesitantly, biting her lip. "Who knows who it is."
"No one can do anything to me." Rock said, pulling on his jacket. "I'm Megaman, remember? I'll be fine." He waved goodbye and left, heading for Lingon street.
After walking for a few minutes, Rock stood in front of 1515 Lingon street. The building in front of him had once been a small hotel, but was now shut down. It still looked sturdy and not too dingy, but it had the lonesome feel of an abandoned building just the same. Wondering if his admirer had made a mistake, he went up to the door. A note was stuck in the door-jamb. Rock pulled it out.
Follow the roses.
I'm waiting for you.
Swallowing past the lump in his throat, Rock pushed the door open. Inside the murky interior, he could see the trail of white rose petals that led the way. He followed the trail up two flights of stairs and down a hallway. The trail ended at the door to a room. Steeling himself, Rock opened the door.
Unlike the rest of the hotel, which was dusty and dark, this room was lit by candles set on every surface, crowded around by white roses. The old dresser and bedstead looked to have been polished and a clean blanket was thrown on the bed. The roses sweet scent filled the air, along with the scent of Jasmine from the candles. Rock looked all around, not seeing anyone.
"I wondered if you would come."
Rock whirled around. A tall figure, obviously male, leaned against the now closed door. Rock took a step back from him as he came forward. He had simple clothes, a dark red shirt and jeans. His hair was long and brilliant violet, tied back from his face in a low ponytail. His eyes were blood red, flecked with tiny bits of gold and violet streaks ran down his face from his eyes to his chin.
At first Rock didn't recognize him at all, then he realized where he knew those eyes from. "Forte." He whispered, taking a second step back. "Wha-why- I-"
Rocks words stuttered to a stop as Forte slowly walked forward. It wasn't the confident stalk Rock usually saw Forte use, instead, it was hesitant, like he didn't want to frighten him. He stopped with a foot of space between them, watching Rock with unreadable eyes. Slowly, Forte raised one hand until his fingers brushed the charm around that hung around Rocks neck.
"I-I didn't know how you'd like this." Forte said, almost shyly. "It just seemed to fit you, who you were, so . . ." he trailed off, not knowing what to say. Rock watched him with true surprise. This wasn't the arrogant, hateful Forte he had fought in battle. Instead the Wily bot was, blushing? Just a little, but it was there. Fortes smooth fingers trailed up Rock's neck to his cheek, gently caressing. "I hoped you would come." Forte continued, his voice soft. "But I was afraid you wouldn't. I was afraid you wouldn't take this seriously or that you would think it was an ambush or something like that." Rock started slightly. Ever since he had seen Forte, he had thought just that. "Wily knows nothing about this." Forte said, his hand cupping Rock's cheek. "This is my own choice. And no, it's not an ambush. The notes, the gifts, I meant every word of it." He stepped closer, so that their bodies nearly touched. "It was all for you, every bit of it." He dipped his head, ever so slowly allowing their lips to touch.
Rock felt like he had been touched with fire. Forte's lips pressed against his, the taller biroids arms surrounding him, lifting him off the ground. Rock sank into the kiss, bringing his hands up to cup Forte's face. After a long moment, they separated, Forte setting Rock back on his feet. Rock gasped slightly, catching his breath. He had never been kissed like that in his life, even though it had been relatively chaste. He stood in the circle of Forte's arms, a slight blush creeping over his cheeks. He looked up. Forte's eyes, usually filled with hate and anger, now only held a mix of hope and desire.
Forte watched Rock, hoping against hope that the older biroid didn't simply punch him in the face. When their eyes locked, Forte saw that Rock's eyes, while surprised and confused, were accepting. They told Forte all he needed to know. He swept up Rock again, this time his mouth seeking out the elders neck.
Rock gasped as Forte bared his enlarged canines and ran them over the sensitive skin at his throat. Hands massaged into Rock's back, sending shivers through his whole body. Their lips locked a second time, deeper, more passionate, their tongues slipping over each other, exploring, testing. Rock wrapped both arms around Forte's neck, accepting both Forte and his own fate.
o o o
Rock awoke in the wee hours of the morn, unsure of where he was. He sat up, feeling a gust of cool air across his bare chest as the blanket slipped down. He looked around. All of the candles had either burned down or, in the case of those nearest the bed, knocked down. Rock flushed as he remembered what had happened the night before. He found it hard to believe that Forte, the one who swore to have his head on a spike, could be so gentle and loving. Rock shook his had. He refused to think of Forte as cold and hateful, now that he had seen the Wily bots' other side.
Shivering a bit at the cool February air, Rock slid out of the bed and looked around for his clothes. He found them neatly folded on a chair, a note on top of the pile.
I'm sorry, but I had to leave. I hope to see you soon, sweetest.
Happy Valentines Day, love.
Forte
Fandom: Megaman
Characters/pairings: Rockman/Forte
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rock discovers he has an admirer on Valentines Day
Warnings: Slash, bad writing.
Notes: Old writing, from waaaaay back in the day, in it's mostly original format (very minor corrections may have been made)
o o o
Rock stretched his arms above his head. The scent of waffles and strawberries came to his nose. His memory clicked into place. Valentines Day. Roll would be making heart-shaped waffles with strawberries for breakfast. With a grin rock jumped out of bed and pulled on a T-shirt and jeans. He ran downstairs.
When he reached the kitchen, the sight of Blues digging into a huge plate of waffles greeted him. Roll stood at the counter, adding more waffles to the large platter next to her. "Help yourself, Rock." The biroid girl said cheerfully. Rock grabbed a plate and loaded it with waffles, smothering them in strawberries. He sat across from his brother, who looked like he was trying to inhale the food. The eldest Light bot only looked up as Dr. Light came in the kitchen.
"Good morning, kids." The Dr. said. "Roll, they smell wonderful." He continued as Roll handed him a plate. "Happy Valentine's Day, all."
Blues finished his food, wiping his mouth with a napkin as Roll and Dr. Light sat to their own food. "Hey, Rock," he said, a little frown on his face "Where'd you get that?" he motioned at Rock.
"What, my shirt?" Rock asked, confused.
"No, that necklace." Blues replied. "I've never seen that one before."
Thoroughly confused, Rock reached up to his neck. Something was around it. His fingers trailed along the band until he found the clasp and undid it. He stared at the necklace in his hands. The band was a thin strip of black leather. The charm hanging from it was a tiny dream catcher, little bigger than a nickel, made from silver wire. A bead of turquoise was strung on the wire near the center and three little carved turquoise feathers hung from the bottom. Rock owned nothing like it.
"None of you gave me this?" he asked his family. They all shook their heads. With a frown, Rock fastened the necklace back around his neck. The dream-catcher hung just in the hollow at the base of his throat. He bit his lip slightly. If his family hadn't given it to him, then who did? Rush?
"Rock's got a secret admirer." Roll said slyly. Rock flushed bright red.
"But how did this admirer get past the security system, sneak into Rock's room, put the necklace on him without waking either him or Rush and sneak back out?" Blues asked.
"It's a magic fairy." Roll replied, then grinned at the look Blues gave her. "Oh, how should I know?"
"It certainly is a mystery." Dr. Light said. "Well, if you get any more mystery gifts, let us know, ok?" Rock nodded and got up from the table, taking his plate to the sink before heading up to his room.
The first thing Rock saw in his room was the vase of white roses on his bedside table. Looking around quickly and seeing no one, he went over to the vase. A folded card hung from the side. He picked it up and read.
White roses. Pure. Sweet.
Like you.
I hope you like your gifts.
The writing was in a slanted elegant script Rock had never seen. He set the card down and saw a small jewelry box next to the vase. Inside was a silver band with a single turquoise stone set in the center. It perfectly fit Rock's ring finger.
Rock went to the top of the stairs. "They came back." He yelled downstairs. "And they left roses!"
o o o
Rock stretched out on the couch, reading. Or trying to. His hand kept stealing up to finger the necklace or twirl the ring around his finger. His mind kept circling back to his admirer. Just after lunch Rock had found a box of gourmet chocolates on his bed with a note that said 'The best chocolates in the world taste dull after your sweetness.' In the same slanted handwriting. The note had made him blush. It was now close to dinner time and Rock was trying to calm his jumpy nerves by reading a fantasy novel. It wasn't working. He nearly jumped a mile then, when the doorbell rang. He answered it and felt strangely disappointed to see an ordinary man standing there.
"'S'cuse me." The man said. "But I'm lookin' for someone named Rock. He live here?"
"I'm Rock." The biroid answered.
The man cocked his head to the side. "Funny name. Anywho, someone came up to me on the street and paid me quite a bit to give you this." He handed Rock an envelope. Rock held back a gasp when he saw his name written on the front in the now familiar handwriting.
"Do you remember what the person looked like?" He asked, trying to stay calm.
"No." The man said. "He had a long black coat and a hood. He was tall, I'll tell ya that. And he sounded young an' nervous. Why? An admirer?"
"I don't know." Rock replied. "But thank you." He shut the door and walked back into the living room, flipping the envelope in his hands.
Roll walked downstairs, followed by Dr. Light. "Who was at the door, Rock?" Dr. Light asked.
"A delivery man." Rock murmured in reply, not really paying attention as he opened the envelope and pulling out the paper inside.
You and you're family have a reservation at Leveres tonight at six O'clock under your name. Do not worry about the bill.
I hope to see you soon, sweetness.
Rock read the first part aloud, keeping the second part to himself. Roll gasped at the news. Leveres was a very high-class restaurant club and holiday reservations were very difficult to get. "Wow, Rock." The girl bot said. "Somebody must really be crushing on you!" Rock flushed darker than Blues' armor.
o o o
Blues whistled as they left the car. Leveres' stood above them, stone and elegant lines. They could hear the sounds of the band inside warming up. When they reached the door, Rock gave his name and they were led inside.
The table they were led to was near the center of the room. Every table they passed had a vase of red roses on the top, except theirs, which had white. Most of the other tables were full of couples celebrating the holiday. Some gave the family odd looks but most were too busy gazing at each other to notice. Rock shrugged, sat and picked up the menu. His family followed suit.
A man walked up on stage. "Ladies and gentlemen, here, to entertain you with you Valentines Day requests, Delauney!" Applause rippled through the room as the band took the stage. The lead singer named the first song as a request by Jennine to Greg and started playing.
"Wow." Roll said softly as the love song floated through the air. "Leveres'. Any ideas as to who did this yet?"
Rock shook his head. "I have no idea. I mean, what have I done to deserve this?"
"Maybe someone recognized you as Megaman, the savior of the planet." Blues said. For once the oldest biroid had his sunglasses off, mainly because Dr. Light wouldn't let him wear them inside the club. The brilliant blue eyes that were his namesake peered at Rock. "They're probably grateful to you for saving the world."
Rock frowned. "But who would link me with Megaman?" he asked. "I look way different in my armor."
Blues shrugged. "Who knows? People know that Dr. Light brought Megaman around, maybe they just put two and two together."
"In that case, then it's more likely for you to be getting gifts and stuff." Rock replied. "You're more likely looking for the part of a hero."
"I feel complemented."
"You shouldn't"
"Hey!"
"Boys," Dr. Light said. "Calm down. Perhaps all will be revealed by the end of the night." Rock made a face at Blues, who returned it. They both snapped to attention when a waiter came up to take their order.
Soon the waiter came back with their orders and they began to eat. Rock was chewing a bite of veal Parmesan when the song currently playing ended. "Ok, folks." The lead singer said. "We got a song here for a Mr. Rock from a Secret Admirer. Oh, we've got secrets here, folks!" Rock nearly choked on his veal as the song started.
They way you're bathed in light.
Reminds me of that night.
God laid me down in your rose garden of trust
And I was swept away
With nothing left to say
Some helpless fool, yeah
I was lost in a swoon of peace
You're all I need to find.
So when the time is right
Come to me, sweetly, come to me.
Rock stared up at the stage for a moment, then back at his family. Blank looks were the only response he got. Rock shrugged and went back to his veal, the words of the song drifting through his head. If they want me they can come get me, he thought.
The rest of the meal was comparatively uneventful until the waiter brought desert. After setting down the plates the waiter handed Rock another note.
Come to 1515 Lingon street.
I'll be waiting for you, sweet one.
"Rock?" Blues asked, "What's it say?"
Rock folded the note, put it in his pocket and stood. "I'm going to meet them." He said. "On Lingon street."
"Maybe you shouldn't go." Roll said hesitantly, biting her lip. "Who knows who it is."
"No one can do anything to me." Rock said, pulling on his jacket. "I'm Megaman, remember? I'll be fine." He waved goodbye and left, heading for Lingon street.
After walking for a few minutes, Rock stood in front of 1515 Lingon street. The building in front of him had once been a small hotel, but was now shut down. It still looked sturdy and not too dingy, but it had the lonesome feel of an abandoned building just the same. Wondering if his admirer had made a mistake, he went up to the door. A note was stuck in the door-jamb. Rock pulled it out.
Follow the roses.
I'm waiting for you.
Swallowing past the lump in his throat, Rock pushed the door open. Inside the murky interior, he could see the trail of white rose petals that led the way. He followed the trail up two flights of stairs and down a hallway. The trail ended at the door to a room. Steeling himself, Rock opened the door.
Unlike the rest of the hotel, which was dusty and dark, this room was lit by candles set on every surface, crowded around by white roses. The old dresser and bedstead looked to have been polished and a clean blanket was thrown on the bed. The roses sweet scent filled the air, along with the scent of Jasmine from the candles. Rock looked all around, not seeing anyone.
"I wondered if you would come."
Rock whirled around. A tall figure, obviously male, leaned against the now closed door. Rock took a step back from him as he came forward. He had simple clothes, a dark red shirt and jeans. His hair was long and brilliant violet, tied back from his face in a low ponytail. His eyes were blood red, flecked with tiny bits of gold and violet streaks ran down his face from his eyes to his chin.
At first Rock didn't recognize him at all, then he realized where he knew those eyes from. "Forte." He whispered, taking a second step back. "Wha-why- I-"
Rocks words stuttered to a stop as Forte slowly walked forward. It wasn't the confident stalk Rock usually saw Forte use, instead, it was hesitant, like he didn't want to frighten him. He stopped with a foot of space between them, watching Rock with unreadable eyes. Slowly, Forte raised one hand until his fingers brushed the charm around that hung around Rocks neck.
"I-I didn't know how you'd like this." Forte said, almost shyly. "It just seemed to fit you, who you were, so . . ." he trailed off, not knowing what to say. Rock watched him with true surprise. This wasn't the arrogant, hateful Forte he had fought in battle. Instead the Wily bot was, blushing? Just a little, but it was there. Fortes smooth fingers trailed up Rock's neck to his cheek, gently caressing. "I hoped you would come." Forte continued, his voice soft. "But I was afraid you wouldn't. I was afraid you wouldn't take this seriously or that you would think it was an ambush or something like that." Rock started slightly. Ever since he had seen Forte, he had thought just that. "Wily knows nothing about this." Forte said, his hand cupping Rock's cheek. "This is my own choice. And no, it's not an ambush. The notes, the gifts, I meant every word of it." He stepped closer, so that their bodies nearly touched. "It was all for you, every bit of it." He dipped his head, ever so slowly allowing their lips to touch.
Rock felt like he had been touched with fire. Forte's lips pressed against his, the taller biroids arms surrounding him, lifting him off the ground. Rock sank into the kiss, bringing his hands up to cup Forte's face. After a long moment, they separated, Forte setting Rock back on his feet. Rock gasped slightly, catching his breath. He had never been kissed like that in his life, even though it had been relatively chaste. He stood in the circle of Forte's arms, a slight blush creeping over his cheeks. He looked up. Forte's eyes, usually filled with hate and anger, now only held a mix of hope and desire.
Forte watched Rock, hoping against hope that the older biroid didn't simply punch him in the face. When their eyes locked, Forte saw that Rock's eyes, while surprised and confused, were accepting. They told Forte all he needed to know. He swept up Rock again, this time his mouth seeking out the elders neck.
Rock gasped as Forte bared his enlarged canines and ran them over the sensitive skin at his throat. Hands massaged into Rock's back, sending shivers through his whole body. Their lips locked a second time, deeper, more passionate, their tongues slipping over each other, exploring, testing. Rock wrapped both arms around Forte's neck, accepting both Forte and his own fate.
o o o
Rock awoke in the wee hours of the morn, unsure of where he was. He sat up, feeling a gust of cool air across his bare chest as the blanket slipped down. He looked around. All of the candles had either burned down or, in the case of those nearest the bed, knocked down. Rock flushed as he remembered what had happened the night before. He found it hard to believe that Forte, the one who swore to have his head on a spike, could be so gentle and loving. Rock shook his had. He refused to think of Forte as cold and hateful, now that he had seen the Wily bots' other side.
Shivering a bit at the cool February air, Rock slid out of the bed and looked around for his clothes. He found them neatly folded on a chair, a note on top of the pile.
I'm sorry, but I had to leave. I hope to see you soon, sweetest.
Happy Valentines Day, love.
Forte