“I’m sure that brat, Ciel, will take original X’s words to heart,” Weil grumbled as he turned from his console, eyes falling on the form standing behind him. “She will try to find and resurrect our old friend, Zero.”
“Isn’t he dead?” Omega retorted, flicking some of his hair from his face.
“No. Sealed away, but very much alive. You’re going to remedy that.”
“Am I?”
Weil glared at him. “Yes, you are. Locate and terminate Zero; I’ll work with this… Copy X and gain access to Dark Elf’s prison in the meantime.”
Omega unfolded his arms, putting on fist on his hips. “I’m not your dog. If Zero isn’t operational, send one of your lackeys.”
“What do you think you are, Omega?” Weil sneered. “Get going.”
“Why you…” Omega snarled, baring his teeth and taking a step forward. The moment the threat registered in his mind, pain stabbed into his head, and he let out a bestial howl as he dropped to his knees, grasping his head.
Weil laughed. “Do you think I would let you develop your own personality without making sure you can’t hurt me? Please, every dog needs a leash, and you’re no different.”
What makes that bastard think a little chip is going to keep him safe from me…? Omega’s mind raged as he trudged through the swamp, red eyes seeming to glow in the faint light. Once I find out where it is, I’m getting it removed, and then… A wide, feral grin spread across his face.
He lashed out with his hand, the momentum enough to cut away the vines blocking his path. Who the hell thought it was smart to have a laboratory in the middle of a gods-forsaken swamp?
Omega reviewed the coordinates he was given, bringing up a gridded map in his mind. The entrance should be nearby, but if the flora was anything to go by, he’d probably have to hack off a few trees to find it.
Sure enough, a towering door was right where the coordinates would be, and Omega sneered in annoyance as it was, indeed, blocked up by a thick curtain of vines. Omega grabbed his saber’s handle, flicking the weapon on the instant he swung it, effortlessly cutting the plants down. A few swipes later rewarded him with an actual door, rusted closed. A well placed kick remedied that.
Omega casually strode through the filmy, mildewed and smelly abandoned lab. Lights flickered, barely clinging to life, and the deeper in Omega advanced, the worse it looked. Globs of disgusting mold fell from the ceiling, and as he got near the end, he could hear it splashing into puddles.
Gross.
Omega hopped down, landing in ankle-deep water. Here the room was well lit from both lights and the hole in the ceiling, streaming sunlight down on the focal point of this central lab. There, in a broken down stasis tube, was a kneeling form Omega knew all too well.
Anger and righteous thirst for vengeance rose in the red-eyed blond as he approached the prone form of Zero, bound by his arms to the wires that traveled up to the top of the tube, where supposedly it should be hooked up to a mother computer, if it hadn’t rotted away years ago. Omega circled Zero’s sleeping form, although he looked more dead than asleep. If he were asleep, he would have sensed Omega’s presence, being connected to the lab itself.
“You look a little worse for wear,” Omega snickered as he came around to Zero’s front. He carefully squatted down, grasping Zero’s head at his forehead and pushing his head back to get a good look at his face.
To Omega’s own shock, this ‘copy body’ Zero was living in was not a direct carbon copy. Omega knew well what his face looked like, and he knew for sure he did not look this young. He thought something was odd with the way Zero knelt, and now looking him over, Omega found that the copy body had lost at least a foot in height!
“Well, well, well…” Omega murmured, his eyes sweeping over the unmarred, pretty young face that still was slack in sleep before him. “You’re just a puppy, aren’t you? And quite the cutie, I must say.”
No response from Zero, and Omega put the saber away before tucking his fingers under Zero’s chin, dropping the other hand from his forehead. He tilted Zero’s head to the left, then to the right, then tilted it back up. This wasn’t the same body Zero had when he and X defeated Omega a century ago—Omega was damn sure he had damaged that one beyond repair. The humans must have shoved Zero’s consciousness into this new body when he sealed himself up.
Omega grasped Zero’s helmet, disengaging it and tossing it aside. Zero’s lustrous golden hair, not at all dulled by time, spilled over his face and shoulders as he slumped forward again, still offline. Omega growled slightly, twirling a bit of Zero’s hair with his finger.
“I think it suits you,” Omega grinned. “Being cute, that is. Too bad you’re not awake; I’d imagine we’d have quite the… conversation.”
Tilting his head back again, Omega leaned closer to Zero’s face. Carefully, he opened one of Zero’s eyes; a dull and lifeless black-colored iris greeted him. Omega frowned slightly at that—black eyes, for such a pretty face? Surely they should have stuck to Zero’s original blue…
“Find and terminate Zero,” Weil’s voice needled in Omega’s mind, making him snort.
“Be such a waste,” Omega sarcastically lamented, “destroying such a pretty little thing… without having fun first.”
The thought brought a perverse grin to Omega’s face, and he touched his forehead to Zero’s, his helmet keeping the space between them adequate. “Wouldn’t you like to have fun before dying, Zero?” Omega purred, his fingertips brushing Zero’s cheek.
No response.
“Too bad I have no idea where the hell your on switch is…” Omega snickered, his fingers dropping from Zero’s face to trail down his neck, past his vest and to the familiar waist armor. “I wonder… did they make you young down there too…?” with a wider grin, Omega grasped the armor and disengaged it, setting it aside.
Grasping Zero’s waist, Omega tugged his hips forward. He chuckled as he found a small tear in Zero’s undersuit where the edge of the armor was, and he grabbed it, jerking his hand back and ripping the fabric. The shredding noise echoed in the laboratory, and as Omega’s eyes fell between Zero’s legs, he let out a wolfish whistle.
“Not as big as it could be, but not that young either…” Omega chuckled, running his fingertips along the length. To his amazement, he felt it twitch, and he laughed louder. “Oh, so you are somewhat online!”
Omega let Zero go, rising to his feet and grinning down at the smaller form as he unlatched his own armor. “At the very least, my little puppy, you aren’t going to die a virgin…”
Unlike Zero’s undersuit, Omega’s conveniently was separated into two parts, the zipper holding the parts together covered by the armor he set aside. He pulled the zipper across his waist as he took his place behind Zero, going to his knees as well. He pushed the fabric down to his thighs, exposing himself to the cool air. Omega grabbed Zero’s hips again, shredding his undersuit further until his pert, round bottom was exposed.
Omega purred as he gave Zero’s left buttock a pinch. “So perky too. How… cute.” He lightly slapped it, then glanced around.
Obviously Zero won’t respond to his ministrations, but Omega had no intention on chaffing himself and taking a prone body raw. Unfortunately, it wasn’t in Omega to carry around some sort of lubricate, and like hell he was going to use the water…
Omega growled, swatting at one of the wires holding Zero up in annoyance. The strike severed the weakened wire, and a few droplets of oil oozed from it. The stuff caught Omega’s attention, and he grinned widely.
Snapping a few more smaller wires, each one dripping oil, Omega let a puddle of it form in his palm. When all the wires eventually ceased leaking, the red-eyed blond generously coated himself in the still slippery oil, all the while resting his chin on Zero’s shoulder and nuzzling his ear.
“How appropriate, considering we’re machines,” Omega teased, wiping his hand against Zero’s vest and pulling his hips back onto his own. His tip pressed against Zero’s entrance, and his eyes widened slightly at the small size of it. “Oh, this is going to be so good…”
Although Omega wished Zero was awake to enjoy the perverse act with him, a part of him was thankful he wouldn’t have to hear Zero crying or screaming as he forced himself into him. The oil helped immensely, as did the slacken muscles, but Zero had the body of a fifteen year old it seemed, with Omega being full grown, it was still a tight fit…
Omega pushed himself fully inside with a deep, satisfied rumble. He wrapped an arm securely around Zero’s waist, shifting his hips until he was comfortable in his own kneeling position. Truly, a shame Zero was not awake; Omega could make him cry, scream, beg… Resolved to enjoy the moment the best he could—because holy shit was this body tight—Omega’s hand shifted down and grasped Zero’s length.
Omega purred sensually as whatever part of Zero was online was responding to him, for as he stroked Zero and began to thrust into his body, Zero’s member started to twitch and harden in his palm. The red-eyed blond nipped Zero’s ear as his stroking hand reached further down.
“So even if you… were awake…” Omega whispered huskily, increasing the speed of his thrusts. “You would be… enjoying this!” his tongue snaked out, tracing the edges of Zero’s ear as his hand cupped the more fragile parts of Zero’s anatomy, holding them carefully as their bodies bounced from Omega’s thrusts. “Pretty little puppy…”
A perverse thought came to Omega, and he resolved himself to the possible entertainment of making an offline Zero cum from his violation. Omega’s teeth clamped onto Zero’s throat, biting down enough to tear his suit as his hand reached further down so that particular spot right behind his…
Omega huffed in confusion as his fingers registered a strange feeling just beneath Zero’s skin, where it should have been more fleshy and close to the pleasure node inside of him. Instead it felt as if there was a small plate; Omega’s fingertips circled it, feeling edges. Shrugging it off, Omega pressed against the spot just as he thrust inside, hitting that pleasure node with both hand and organ at the same time.
It felt as if Omega pressed down on a button, and he frozen in shock when Zero suddenly tossed his head back with a strangled cry of what suspiciously sounded like ‘X’ to him. Omega raised his other hand, clamping it over Zero’s eyes, the smaller blond yelping as he registered one of Omega’s rough thrusts.
“Good morning,” Omega growled in Zero’s ear, withdrawing his hand from the apparent switch, “Sleeping Beauty. About time you woke up.”
“W-who are you?” Zero whimpered, giving out another soft cry as Omega shoved himself into him. “What are you doing? S-stop it!”
“Don’t recognize me, puppy?” Omega crooned. From the way Zero barely struggled, and didn’t seem too afraid of whom he was as opposed to what he was doing, the crimson-eyed blond snickered. “Don’t you remember…?”
“Let me go…” Zero bit his lower lip, his eyes darting side to side wildly under Omega’s hand, but nothing about this man registered as familiar.
Omega’s tongue traced the outer curve of Zero’s ear as his hand returned to Zero’s softening length, stroking it back to hardness as the smaller blond whimpered in his arms. Whatever happened to the cold, battle-ready warrior he had faced off with a century ago? Did they erase his memory drives when shoving him in a child’s body…?
“I’m your keeper, puppy,” Omega murmured, stilling his thrusts and opting to pet Zero’s hardness with one hand, the other falling from Zero’s eyes. Immediately Zero turned his head to look at him, and Omega grinned wickedly.
There was no recognition in Zero’s eyes, and dark glee rose in Omega. “My…” Zero whispered, blushing as he flexed his muscles and felt Omega’s rigidness inside of him. “My keeper…?”
“That’s right,” Omega snickered, fingertips lazily running up and down Zero’s hardness. “You’re mine… and you do everything I tell you to do.”
“W-why…” Zero’s question trailed off with a breathy moan, his body now fully online and receptive.
“Don’t question me,” Omega growled, nipping Zero’s ear. “Just enjoy it while you can, puppy.”
“Wh-who are you?” Zero whimpered, tilting his head away from Omega, who took the chance to gently nibble along Zero’s now exposed neck.
“Omega,” the red-eyed blond smirked. “Or you can call me Master… I’ll answer to either from your pretty little mouth. In fact… face me.”
Zero blushed heavily and whined in protest, but Omega turned his head to face him with his hand, frowning in a feral manner at him. Zero tried to shrink away, but Omega leaned in and captured Zero’s lips with his own, smiling against them as he realized they were as soft as they looked.
Zero squeezed his eyes shut, his entire body tensing and causing Omega to moan against his lips. Zero slowly opened one eye, the bruising contact or pain he expected not coming. In fact, the kiss was almost gentle, and how this man, his ‘Keeper’, held him, it was almost… enjoyable.
Omega pulled away from the kiss, giving him a wide grin. “Why so tense, puppy?” Omega’s tongue snuck out, lightly tracing Zero’s soft lips. “I wouldn’t be a good Keeper if I hurt you…”
“S-so why am I… here?” Zero whimpered, confusion simmering with his desire as Omega’s hand still fondled him, making him pant. “Did… you abandon me?”
“Oh no, puppy, I’d never do that… people stole you from me.” Omega feigned being upset at the mention and he held Zero closer. “I’ve been looking all… all over for you. And now I have you again… and you’re all mine again." He ran his tongue up Zero’s neck, producing a deep rumbling sound from the back of his throat. “Now, no more talk. I’ve waited a long time to have you… sit back and enjoy it.”
Zero stammered a protest, but it was cut short with a delighted yelp as Omega thrust hard into him, his body accepting of Omega’s wide girth and long length readily and eagerly. Omega’s hand gripped him more firmly, stroking quickly as his hips slammed into Zero’s, each thrust causing the smaller blond to exclaim and his body to jerk forward. Zero pursed his lips shut, trying to hold in his short cries of pleasure. How could being raped feel so good? Or was he truly this man’s, his body built to accept him, built to be pleasured by him…? It made morbid amounts of sense. It still did not help the sense of shame and embarrassment that washed over his muddled mind—he couldn’t just sit here and scream for it!
Zero nearly squealed as Omega shoved two of his fingers into Zero’s mouth, pressing the digits against the hinge of Zero’s jaw and forcing his mouth to open. Once more Zero could not resist his vocalization, and Omega’s teeth bit into his ear.
“Scream for me, my pretty little puppy,” Omega grunted into Zero’s ear, his hand between Zero’s legs giving his erection’s tip a hard pinch. Zero gave a shrill sound, mouth widening as a small spurt of liquid shot out.
Zero whined around Omega’s fingers, a thin trickle of saliva falling from the corner of his mouth as he tilted his head back to rest on Omega’s shoulder, hips being shoved forward every second with the larger blond’s wonderfully hard thrusts. Omega filled him, physically and mentally, for Zero could not think of anything else but this beautiful man and his savage, pleasurable reclaiming.
Reclaimed. Zero’s mind whispered as he panted, gasped, screamed. Yes, you had to have belonged to him. Being reclaimed. Yes.
“Ome…” Zero whined, trying to avoid possibly biting the fingers in his mouth. “Ome… ga!” he closed his eyes tightly, tears streaking down his face. Why was he crying?
Omega grunted, slamming into Zero harder upon hearing his name. The way Zero said it, so lustfully yet pitifully, was alluring to Omega’s ears. He claimed Zero, utterly, and it was so much more satisfying than killing him for exiling Omega years ago, even if he didn’t remember. To have Zero moan for him, crave him, want him, after despising him… Omega wanted to toss his head back and laugh, but he settled for pulling his fingers out of Zero’s mouth and releasing his member, seizing the smaller blond’s hips and thrust into his as hard and fast as he possibly could in his given position.
Sensation overwhelmed Zero’s capacity to think, and all he could do was ride the waves of deliciously painful pleasure, screaming uncontrollably. Omega’s own eyes were starting to roll back as Zero’s muscles began to random tighten around him, as if the boy wasn’t tight enough! With an animalistic grunt Omega thrust into Zero, striking that spot inside that caused Zero to scream and his entire body to lock up, eyes widening as much as possible. A thick stream of cum burst from Zero’s tip, flying out a few feet and plopping into the ankle-deep water that surrounded the pair; a few droplets dribbled down the sides as Zero attempted to go slack, but Omega still was thrusting into him.
“Good puppy,” Omega moaned, biting into Zero’s neck and making him whimper. Deep bite marks were left on Zero’s skin, and Omega licked at them almost lovingly, like a wolf to its mate.
Zero listless moaned Omega’s name as he continued to ravish him for several minutes more, until finally one more push into him made Omega toss his head back with a pleasured roar. Zero gasped loudly as something intensely warm filled him inside to the brim, a little even squeezing out between his skin and Omega’s to drip out. Realizing it as Omega’s essence Zero whined, blushing hard as Omega pulled himself free and a slick sound was produced.
Zero went slack, still supported by the wires that were connected to the contraption holding his arms, as Omega withdrew from him. A few wipes of his hand cleaned himself off, and Omega rubbed the mess off his palm onto an broken wall as he zipped up his suit, retrieving his armor as well and putting it on. When he wasn’t freed, Zero looked up pitifully at Omega’s, black eyes wide and glassy.
“Are you… leaving me?” Zero whimpered. He was going to leave him, possibly again?
Omega moved onto a shelf unit that seemed to still in intact. “No, puppy, but look at your suit.” He opened the shelf unit and began to rummage through. Most things had long sense decayed, but…
“Aha.” Omega jerked the plastic bag free. Amazing how resilient something like plastic was. Inside was a fire blanket, which Omega pulled free of its bag and returned to Zero.
Eyeing the wires, Omega pulled his saber free and sliced through them. Zero nearly fell face first into the water, but the taller blond moved so Zero’s head landed against his stomach. Zero blushed as he felt the firm ridges of Omega’s abs, scrambling to his feet when Omega freed his arms of the metal cuffs. Almost immediately Zero’s legs gave out and he fell against Omega again, who caught him in the blanket.
Zero wrapped the blanket around his exposed waist, looking up gratefully at Omega. The red-eyed blond glanced at the expression, eyes narrowing slightly as he deactivated the saber and put it away, grabbing Zero’s helmet and hip armor.
He should go ahead and kill the boy, get his orders done with and go on. But was Zero, who didn’t even know who himself was, really a threat anymore? The ‘Zero’ Weil feared was obviously dead, leaving this child who waited for Omega’s word expectantly.
Omega swept Zero into his arms, picking him up bridal style, much to the smaller blond’s embarrassment. Yes, the Zero Weil was so afraid of was dead, and the Zero Omega claimed was one entirely different, not to mention harmless.
“Are you ready to be mine, completely and utterly?” Omega whispered.
Zero’s blush intensified, but he snuggled up closer to Omega. The dark, cold and feral aura of the man was frightening, but he obviously knew Zero, was obviously telling the truth. Obviously, right?
“I thought I was already,” Zero murmured back. “Just because I was stolen doesn’t mean I wasn’t yours.”
Omega smirked evilly, although he tucked Zero’s head under his neck to hide it. “That’s right, puppy. You always were mine…”
“Where are we going?” Zero asked timidly as Omega proceeded the leave the forsaken lab.
“People are going to try and steal you from me again… you’re very special, you know. But don’t worry, puppy, I have a place for you… and no one is taking you from me. No one.” Zero shivered as the possessiveness in Omega’s voice, but a part of him was elated. Someone to keep him safe, to care for him…
Zero clung to Omega, unknowing of the devious smirk playing on his supposed keeper’s handsome face as they departed from the lab.
Next Chapter--->
“Isn’t he dead?” Omega retorted, flicking some of his hair from his face.
“No. Sealed away, but very much alive. You’re going to remedy that.”
“Am I?”
Weil glared at him. “Yes, you are. Locate and terminate Zero; I’ll work with this… Copy X and gain access to Dark Elf’s prison in the meantime.”
Omega unfolded his arms, putting on fist on his hips. “I’m not your dog. If Zero isn’t operational, send one of your lackeys.”
“What do you think you are, Omega?” Weil sneered. “Get going.”
“Why you…” Omega snarled, baring his teeth and taking a step forward. The moment the threat registered in his mind, pain stabbed into his head, and he let out a bestial howl as he dropped to his knees, grasping his head.
Weil laughed. “Do you think I would let you develop your own personality without making sure you can’t hurt me? Please, every dog needs a leash, and you’re no different.”
What makes that bastard think a little chip is going to keep him safe from me…? Omega’s mind raged as he trudged through the swamp, red eyes seeming to glow in the faint light. Once I find out where it is, I’m getting it removed, and then… A wide, feral grin spread across his face.
He lashed out with his hand, the momentum enough to cut away the vines blocking his path. Who the hell thought it was smart to have a laboratory in the middle of a gods-forsaken swamp?
Omega reviewed the coordinates he was given, bringing up a gridded map in his mind. The entrance should be nearby, but if the flora was anything to go by, he’d probably have to hack off a few trees to find it.
Sure enough, a towering door was right where the coordinates would be, and Omega sneered in annoyance as it was, indeed, blocked up by a thick curtain of vines. Omega grabbed his saber’s handle, flicking the weapon on the instant he swung it, effortlessly cutting the plants down. A few swipes later rewarded him with an actual door, rusted closed. A well placed kick remedied that.
Omega casually strode through the filmy, mildewed and smelly abandoned lab. Lights flickered, barely clinging to life, and the deeper in Omega advanced, the worse it looked. Globs of disgusting mold fell from the ceiling, and as he got near the end, he could hear it splashing into puddles.
Gross.
Omega hopped down, landing in ankle-deep water. Here the room was well lit from both lights and the hole in the ceiling, streaming sunlight down on the focal point of this central lab. There, in a broken down stasis tube, was a kneeling form Omega knew all too well.
Anger and righteous thirst for vengeance rose in the red-eyed blond as he approached the prone form of Zero, bound by his arms to the wires that traveled up to the top of the tube, where supposedly it should be hooked up to a mother computer, if it hadn’t rotted away years ago. Omega circled Zero’s sleeping form, although he looked more dead than asleep. If he were asleep, he would have sensed Omega’s presence, being connected to the lab itself.
“You look a little worse for wear,” Omega snickered as he came around to Zero’s front. He carefully squatted down, grasping Zero’s head at his forehead and pushing his head back to get a good look at his face.
To Omega’s own shock, this ‘copy body’ Zero was living in was not a direct carbon copy. Omega knew well what his face looked like, and he knew for sure he did not look this young. He thought something was odd with the way Zero knelt, and now looking him over, Omega found that the copy body had lost at least a foot in height!
“Well, well, well…” Omega murmured, his eyes sweeping over the unmarred, pretty young face that still was slack in sleep before him. “You’re just a puppy, aren’t you? And quite the cutie, I must say.”
No response from Zero, and Omega put the saber away before tucking his fingers under Zero’s chin, dropping the other hand from his forehead. He tilted Zero’s head to the left, then to the right, then tilted it back up. This wasn’t the same body Zero had when he and X defeated Omega a century ago—Omega was damn sure he had damaged that one beyond repair. The humans must have shoved Zero’s consciousness into this new body when he sealed himself up.
Omega grasped Zero’s helmet, disengaging it and tossing it aside. Zero’s lustrous golden hair, not at all dulled by time, spilled over his face and shoulders as he slumped forward again, still offline. Omega growled slightly, twirling a bit of Zero’s hair with his finger.
“I think it suits you,” Omega grinned. “Being cute, that is. Too bad you’re not awake; I’d imagine we’d have quite the… conversation.”
Tilting his head back again, Omega leaned closer to Zero’s face. Carefully, he opened one of Zero’s eyes; a dull and lifeless black-colored iris greeted him. Omega frowned slightly at that—black eyes, for such a pretty face? Surely they should have stuck to Zero’s original blue…
“Find and terminate Zero,” Weil’s voice needled in Omega’s mind, making him snort.
“Be such a waste,” Omega sarcastically lamented, “destroying such a pretty little thing… without having fun first.”
The thought brought a perverse grin to Omega’s face, and he touched his forehead to Zero’s, his helmet keeping the space between them adequate. “Wouldn’t you like to have fun before dying, Zero?” Omega purred, his fingertips brushing Zero’s cheek.
No response.
“Too bad I have no idea where the hell your on switch is…” Omega snickered, his fingers dropping from Zero’s face to trail down his neck, past his vest and to the familiar waist armor. “I wonder… did they make you young down there too…?” with a wider grin, Omega grasped the armor and disengaged it, setting it aside.
Grasping Zero’s waist, Omega tugged his hips forward. He chuckled as he found a small tear in Zero’s undersuit where the edge of the armor was, and he grabbed it, jerking his hand back and ripping the fabric. The shredding noise echoed in the laboratory, and as Omega’s eyes fell between Zero’s legs, he let out a wolfish whistle.
“Not as big as it could be, but not that young either…” Omega chuckled, running his fingertips along the length. To his amazement, he felt it twitch, and he laughed louder. “Oh, so you are somewhat online!”
Omega let Zero go, rising to his feet and grinning down at the smaller form as he unlatched his own armor. “At the very least, my little puppy, you aren’t going to die a virgin…”
Unlike Zero’s undersuit, Omega’s conveniently was separated into two parts, the zipper holding the parts together covered by the armor he set aside. He pulled the zipper across his waist as he took his place behind Zero, going to his knees as well. He pushed the fabric down to his thighs, exposing himself to the cool air. Omega grabbed Zero’s hips again, shredding his undersuit further until his pert, round bottom was exposed.
Omega purred as he gave Zero’s left buttock a pinch. “So perky too. How… cute.” He lightly slapped it, then glanced around.
Obviously Zero won’t respond to his ministrations, but Omega had no intention on chaffing himself and taking a prone body raw. Unfortunately, it wasn’t in Omega to carry around some sort of lubricate, and like hell he was going to use the water…
Omega growled, swatting at one of the wires holding Zero up in annoyance. The strike severed the weakened wire, and a few droplets of oil oozed from it. The stuff caught Omega’s attention, and he grinned widely.
Snapping a few more smaller wires, each one dripping oil, Omega let a puddle of it form in his palm. When all the wires eventually ceased leaking, the red-eyed blond generously coated himself in the still slippery oil, all the while resting his chin on Zero’s shoulder and nuzzling his ear.
“How appropriate, considering we’re machines,” Omega teased, wiping his hand against Zero’s vest and pulling his hips back onto his own. His tip pressed against Zero’s entrance, and his eyes widened slightly at the small size of it. “Oh, this is going to be so good…”
Although Omega wished Zero was awake to enjoy the perverse act with him, a part of him was thankful he wouldn’t have to hear Zero crying or screaming as he forced himself into him. The oil helped immensely, as did the slacken muscles, but Zero had the body of a fifteen year old it seemed, with Omega being full grown, it was still a tight fit…
Omega pushed himself fully inside with a deep, satisfied rumble. He wrapped an arm securely around Zero’s waist, shifting his hips until he was comfortable in his own kneeling position. Truly, a shame Zero was not awake; Omega could make him cry, scream, beg… Resolved to enjoy the moment the best he could—because holy shit was this body tight—Omega’s hand shifted down and grasped Zero’s length.
Omega purred sensually as whatever part of Zero was online was responding to him, for as he stroked Zero and began to thrust into his body, Zero’s member started to twitch and harden in his palm. The red-eyed blond nipped Zero’s ear as his stroking hand reached further down.
“So even if you… were awake…” Omega whispered huskily, increasing the speed of his thrusts. “You would be… enjoying this!” his tongue snaked out, tracing the edges of Zero’s ear as his hand cupped the more fragile parts of Zero’s anatomy, holding them carefully as their bodies bounced from Omega’s thrusts. “Pretty little puppy…”
A perverse thought came to Omega, and he resolved himself to the possible entertainment of making an offline Zero cum from his violation. Omega’s teeth clamped onto Zero’s throat, biting down enough to tear his suit as his hand reached further down so that particular spot right behind his…
Omega huffed in confusion as his fingers registered a strange feeling just beneath Zero’s skin, where it should have been more fleshy and close to the pleasure node inside of him. Instead it felt as if there was a small plate; Omega’s fingertips circled it, feeling edges. Shrugging it off, Omega pressed against the spot just as he thrust inside, hitting that pleasure node with both hand and organ at the same time.
It felt as if Omega pressed down on a button, and he frozen in shock when Zero suddenly tossed his head back with a strangled cry of what suspiciously sounded like ‘X’ to him. Omega raised his other hand, clamping it over Zero’s eyes, the smaller blond yelping as he registered one of Omega’s rough thrusts.
“Good morning,” Omega growled in Zero’s ear, withdrawing his hand from the apparent switch, “Sleeping Beauty. About time you woke up.”
“W-who are you?” Zero whimpered, giving out another soft cry as Omega shoved himself into him. “What are you doing? S-stop it!”
“Don’t recognize me, puppy?” Omega crooned. From the way Zero barely struggled, and didn’t seem too afraid of whom he was as opposed to what he was doing, the crimson-eyed blond snickered. “Don’t you remember…?”
“Let me go…” Zero bit his lower lip, his eyes darting side to side wildly under Omega’s hand, but nothing about this man registered as familiar.
Omega’s tongue traced the outer curve of Zero’s ear as his hand returned to Zero’s softening length, stroking it back to hardness as the smaller blond whimpered in his arms. Whatever happened to the cold, battle-ready warrior he had faced off with a century ago? Did they erase his memory drives when shoving him in a child’s body…?
“I’m your keeper, puppy,” Omega murmured, stilling his thrusts and opting to pet Zero’s hardness with one hand, the other falling from Zero’s eyes. Immediately Zero turned his head to look at him, and Omega grinned wickedly.
There was no recognition in Zero’s eyes, and dark glee rose in Omega. “My…” Zero whispered, blushing as he flexed his muscles and felt Omega’s rigidness inside of him. “My keeper…?”
“That’s right,” Omega snickered, fingertips lazily running up and down Zero’s hardness. “You’re mine… and you do everything I tell you to do.”
“W-why…” Zero’s question trailed off with a breathy moan, his body now fully online and receptive.
“Don’t question me,” Omega growled, nipping Zero’s ear. “Just enjoy it while you can, puppy.”
“Wh-who are you?” Zero whimpered, tilting his head away from Omega, who took the chance to gently nibble along Zero’s now exposed neck.
“Omega,” the red-eyed blond smirked. “Or you can call me Master… I’ll answer to either from your pretty little mouth. In fact… face me.”
Zero blushed heavily and whined in protest, but Omega turned his head to face him with his hand, frowning in a feral manner at him. Zero tried to shrink away, but Omega leaned in and captured Zero’s lips with his own, smiling against them as he realized they were as soft as they looked.
Zero squeezed his eyes shut, his entire body tensing and causing Omega to moan against his lips. Zero slowly opened one eye, the bruising contact or pain he expected not coming. In fact, the kiss was almost gentle, and how this man, his ‘Keeper’, held him, it was almost… enjoyable.
Omega pulled away from the kiss, giving him a wide grin. “Why so tense, puppy?” Omega’s tongue snuck out, lightly tracing Zero’s soft lips. “I wouldn’t be a good Keeper if I hurt you…”
“S-so why am I… here?” Zero whimpered, confusion simmering with his desire as Omega’s hand still fondled him, making him pant. “Did… you abandon me?”
“Oh no, puppy, I’d never do that… people stole you from me.” Omega feigned being upset at the mention and he held Zero closer. “I’ve been looking all… all over for you. And now I have you again… and you’re all mine again." He ran his tongue up Zero’s neck, producing a deep rumbling sound from the back of his throat. “Now, no more talk. I’ve waited a long time to have you… sit back and enjoy it.”
Zero stammered a protest, but it was cut short with a delighted yelp as Omega thrust hard into him, his body accepting of Omega’s wide girth and long length readily and eagerly. Omega’s hand gripped him more firmly, stroking quickly as his hips slammed into Zero’s, each thrust causing the smaller blond to exclaim and his body to jerk forward. Zero pursed his lips shut, trying to hold in his short cries of pleasure. How could being raped feel so good? Or was he truly this man’s, his body built to accept him, built to be pleasured by him…? It made morbid amounts of sense. It still did not help the sense of shame and embarrassment that washed over his muddled mind—he couldn’t just sit here and scream for it!
Zero nearly squealed as Omega shoved two of his fingers into Zero’s mouth, pressing the digits against the hinge of Zero’s jaw and forcing his mouth to open. Once more Zero could not resist his vocalization, and Omega’s teeth bit into his ear.
“Scream for me, my pretty little puppy,” Omega grunted into Zero’s ear, his hand between Zero’s legs giving his erection’s tip a hard pinch. Zero gave a shrill sound, mouth widening as a small spurt of liquid shot out.
Zero whined around Omega’s fingers, a thin trickle of saliva falling from the corner of his mouth as he tilted his head back to rest on Omega’s shoulder, hips being shoved forward every second with the larger blond’s wonderfully hard thrusts. Omega filled him, physically and mentally, for Zero could not think of anything else but this beautiful man and his savage, pleasurable reclaiming.
Reclaimed. Zero’s mind whispered as he panted, gasped, screamed. Yes, you had to have belonged to him. Being reclaimed. Yes.
“Ome…” Zero whined, trying to avoid possibly biting the fingers in his mouth. “Ome… ga!” he closed his eyes tightly, tears streaking down his face. Why was he crying?
Omega grunted, slamming into Zero harder upon hearing his name. The way Zero said it, so lustfully yet pitifully, was alluring to Omega’s ears. He claimed Zero, utterly, and it was so much more satisfying than killing him for exiling Omega years ago, even if he didn’t remember. To have Zero moan for him, crave him, want him, after despising him… Omega wanted to toss his head back and laugh, but he settled for pulling his fingers out of Zero’s mouth and releasing his member, seizing the smaller blond’s hips and thrust into his as hard and fast as he possibly could in his given position.
Sensation overwhelmed Zero’s capacity to think, and all he could do was ride the waves of deliciously painful pleasure, screaming uncontrollably. Omega’s own eyes were starting to roll back as Zero’s muscles began to random tighten around him, as if the boy wasn’t tight enough! With an animalistic grunt Omega thrust into Zero, striking that spot inside that caused Zero to scream and his entire body to lock up, eyes widening as much as possible. A thick stream of cum burst from Zero’s tip, flying out a few feet and plopping into the ankle-deep water that surrounded the pair; a few droplets dribbled down the sides as Zero attempted to go slack, but Omega still was thrusting into him.
“Good puppy,” Omega moaned, biting into Zero’s neck and making him whimper. Deep bite marks were left on Zero’s skin, and Omega licked at them almost lovingly, like a wolf to its mate.
Zero listless moaned Omega’s name as he continued to ravish him for several minutes more, until finally one more push into him made Omega toss his head back with a pleasured roar. Zero gasped loudly as something intensely warm filled him inside to the brim, a little even squeezing out between his skin and Omega’s to drip out. Realizing it as Omega’s essence Zero whined, blushing hard as Omega pulled himself free and a slick sound was produced.
Zero went slack, still supported by the wires that were connected to the contraption holding his arms, as Omega withdrew from him. A few wipes of his hand cleaned himself off, and Omega rubbed the mess off his palm onto an broken wall as he zipped up his suit, retrieving his armor as well and putting it on. When he wasn’t freed, Zero looked up pitifully at Omega’s, black eyes wide and glassy.
“Are you… leaving me?” Zero whimpered. He was going to leave him, possibly again?
Omega moved onto a shelf unit that seemed to still in intact. “No, puppy, but look at your suit.” He opened the shelf unit and began to rummage through. Most things had long sense decayed, but…
“Aha.” Omega jerked the plastic bag free. Amazing how resilient something like plastic was. Inside was a fire blanket, which Omega pulled free of its bag and returned to Zero.
Eyeing the wires, Omega pulled his saber free and sliced through them. Zero nearly fell face first into the water, but the taller blond moved so Zero’s head landed against his stomach. Zero blushed as he felt the firm ridges of Omega’s abs, scrambling to his feet when Omega freed his arms of the metal cuffs. Almost immediately Zero’s legs gave out and he fell against Omega again, who caught him in the blanket.
Zero wrapped the blanket around his exposed waist, looking up gratefully at Omega. The red-eyed blond glanced at the expression, eyes narrowing slightly as he deactivated the saber and put it away, grabbing Zero’s helmet and hip armor.
He should go ahead and kill the boy, get his orders done with and go on. But was Zero, who didn’t even know who himself was, really a threat anymore? The ‘Zero’ Weil feared was obviously dead, leaving this child who waited for Omega’s word expectantly.
Omega swept Zero into his arms, picking him up bridal style, much to the smaller blond’s embarrassment. Yes, the Zero Weil was so afraid of was dead, and the Zero Omega claimed was one entirely different, not to mention harmless.
“Are you ready to be mine, completely and utterly?” Omega whispered.
Zero’s blush intensified, but he snuggled up closer to Omega. The dark, cold and feral aura of the man was frightening, but he obviously knew Zero, was obviously telling the truth. Obviously, right?
“I thought I was already,” Zero murmured back. “Just because I was stolen doesn’t mean I wasn’t yours.”
Omega smirked evilly, although he tucked Zero’s head under his neck to hide it. “That’s right, puppy. You always were mine…”
“Where are we going?” Zero asked timidly as Omega proceeded the leave the forsaken lab.
“People are going to try and steal you from me again… you’re very special, you know. But don’t worry, puppy, I have a place for you… and no one is taking you from me. No one.” Zero shivered as the possessiveness in Omega’s voice, but a part of him was elated. Someone to keep him safe, to care for him…
Zero clung to Omega, unknowing of the devious smirk playing on his supposed keeper’s handsome face as they departed from the lab.
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