Forte stared at the clock. A long time ago, he had made a deal with the devil… and the time was soon.

You'll be mine soon. This changes nothing.

"Forte…"

"Master Forte," Forte corrected instantly, not moving.

"Master Forte," Rock said, peering at him through the cover of the bed. "Would you please go away from there? You're scaring me."

You can't make Rock yours… Forte turned off the light. Rock asked a question. "Am I only a trophy to you?"

Forte slipped into bed, pinning Rock between the wall and him. "Why do you ask?"

Rock sighed, not wanting the answer. "Because you seem to be the only person who's ever been interested in me for a long time. Maybe it's because you want to finally finish me." Forte had no objections there. "Even though Light's my father, and I respect him and stuff, he's not usually paying attention to me. Only when Wily is concerned. When that's the case, I'd want to stay your trophy."

Rock's been mine, you Bastard.

Prove it.

Forte pulled Rock beside him, not caring anymore about the knife. "What if I wanted to fuck you, too?" He whispered the words into Rock's ear.

Rock didn't shudder. "As long as there would be no bondage involved," he joked. Soon, he was aware of Forte's hands moving onto his hips. He wasn't sure what to do.

"Say it." Forte said quietly, kissing his back and neck. Rock felt electricity cackle through him, but not the painful kind. He felt something start to rise as well.

Rock wasn't stupid. He knew what Forte was trying to do, and realized quietly it wasn't such a bad thing. Forte really did care about him after all.

"I'd still want to be your trophy." Rock answered, realizing somehow Forte had the two of them naked in the bed. Forte turned Rock so that Rock was on his back. Rock felt his hands grip Forte's hair, figuring that Forte put them there and that Forte knew what he was doing.

Hopefully.

Rock pulled at the younger Biroid's hair as his mouth enveloped seemingly all of his groin. Moans escaped from his throat. "Forte…"

Forte didn't respond, but took Rock in deeper inside his throat. Rock's eyes saw spots. "Forte…" he repeated. He pulled Forte's hair harder, somehow trying Forte to take it all at once, but Forte seemed to be denying him that luxury. Rock was on fire. That's all he could thing about, trying to force himself in deeper and deeper.

Forte gave a grin as he felt Rock's seed spurt into his mouth.

"You went all out for those human-like improvements, didn't you?" The words echoed in his mind. So did his own thoughts. So did I, in some places…

Slowly, Rock came back into the real world, aware of a pain that filled him. It was good…yet…painful. He blacked out.

"I win," Forte said, thowing the knife out the window. His madness left him, his dependence for something to care about him at been filled, and it was real. Slowly, he placed the cream on his shoulders, healing the scars that he had left.