Little By Little
The tower echoed with the wild jingle of chains and animalistic grunting, footsteps tripping over themselves and leading to the heavy thud of a body landing on the ground. Black met red with a fiery expression of raw need, a deep frown to smug smirk.
Words were inappropriate and unwanted, mouths crushing together in feral kisses that left lips bleeding from snapping teeth but soothed by rather loving tongues. Angry grunts became calmer sighs, tamed by touch and proximity of what was familiar and proper. Zero breathed gently from his nose as the kiss gradually also calmed, Omega cupping his face and deepening the action to a much more intimate action.
Yet despite how alarming that should be, Zero found himself thrilled by Omega's gentleness; for a brief moment, Zero contemplated seizing that gentleness and tearing it apart. It was then Zero pulled away with wide, shocked eyes and all Omega did was smirk.
It was a thought process he expected Omega to have, not himself—the shock only furthered as Omega's hands ever so gently ran up his thighs, the Maverick leaning forward for another intimate kiss… and all Zero wanted to do was grab him by the chains, ravish him and be done with it.
"Do you see my point?" Omega suddenly spoke, making Zero jolt.
"Y-yes…" the reminder of Omega's presence soothed that beastly part of Zero, and the black-eyed blond licked his lips nervously. "This… isn't going to stop here, is it?"
Omega nipped his lower lip. "I'm not willing to stop. Are you?"
"No."
Omega's smirk grew, and despite how much it annoyed him, Zero let the brute kiss him again. He wasn't going to stop, not when he felt his incomplete soul screaming at him. Maybe this would soothe that ache long enough so he could find a solution and get rid of Omega as quickly as possible.
Such thoughts became obliterated as Omega's lips left his, trailing down his neck and Zero's eyes looked up to the ceiling. He'd have to think later… no way could he do so now.
~*~
Zero felt as if his sanity was a glass box, holding what he truly desired within. It's a very pretty box, priceless really, so he didn't want to break it. But damn did he want what was in it… That's what it felt like, every day, ever since he gave some control to Omega and they took solace in each other's bodies. But that solace, that temporary alleviation of longing, was losing its effect. Now each nightly romp was becoming both the nightly and morning routine. He could not go anywhere without Omega near him, within arms' reach, could not stand it if Omega was out of sight. Little by little he was losing control.
Omega admitted the same weakness, breathlessly, one night after several hours of meaningless passion. That, even if they were few and far, during the times they were apart he felt himself losing to that screaming void. Zero had thought the man's pride too large to admit it, but even if he were a Maverick, Omega valued what all independent Reploids valued: their free will. And insanity was a loss of free will. That glint of fear in Omega's voice when he admitted his weakness was not something Zero imagined.
Yet Zero couldn't bring himself to return Omega to him, to remerge their souls. Despite laying with the man, despite sharing intimacy and having a bit of degree of 'care' however forced it was, Zero still was disgusted by the idea of embracing his Maverick like such. It was one thing to sleep with him; it was another to be him. He just… needed to make that anti-virus and put Omega down. Little by little as the days, no, the hours passed, Zero felt his sanity wane… that glass box look more tempting to break than preserve.
"I need you," Omega uttered, his voice strained, in the middle of a laboratory visit.
Zero felt his blood freeze—he did not want anyone to know of his mistake, his weakness. "Shut up," he hissed, even as he felt his own needs spike. It wasn't sexual, no… it was the need to be complete, all over again.
The people around them stared, mostly at Omega, who threw up his hands in frustration and let his chains ring. "No! I can't wait, Zero."
"Be quiet," Zero growled, grabbing Omega's collar chain and dragging him to the next area that required his attention. He purposely pulled too hard when he stopped, forcing Omega to bump into him.
Yet the brief contact of Omega's front to his back made the need sharper instead of dull, and before he pulled away, the red-eyed blond groaned in his earport, "Quit jerking my chains. I'll snap, so help me whatever god exists. I'll take you here, with spectators or not."
Zero wouldn't deny the sick excitement of such a prospect, but with X approaching from the other end of the lab, he couldn't risk it. He could only hope the report would be brief, and then he could escape to his tower and appease both of their wanton longings.
X either suspected or was just a sadist, but the report and tour took several more hours. Zero was shocked that Omega, and even himself, remained sane enough to last through it. The short kiss he shared with X helped, but it only made Omega jealous again; once they were alone in Zero's tower, the red-eyed blond expressed his jealousy by slamming Zero into the wall and initiating a rough, borderline violating physical session.
When it was over, and Zero exacted his own disdain upon Omega's body all the while exalted those few seconds of feeling whole, the blonds laid in a heap on the rug in the middle of Zero's office. Neither felt like moving, neither wanted the other to move. They stared, Zero on his back with Omega between his thighs, and they said nothing.
A crack formed in Zero's pretty glass box. By the look in Omega's eyes, he could only assume more than one crack was there in his own.
Everything he worked so hard for, everything he hoped to avoid doing… little by little, Zero saw himself become undone.