"Damn it!" Gleeman Vox cried slamming a fist on his desk. The show producer had just finished watching footage of the nobody lombax, Ratchet, taking down his latest exterminator, The Eviscerator.

"Why won't that little bastard die?!" Vox screeched turning his attention from the tape to his last living exterminator, Ace Hardlight.

"Don't worry boss, I'll have that rat bleeding and begging for mercy when he goes up against me." Ace said proudly jabbing a thumb to his chest.

"You better hope so," Vox said seriously, bringing his face close to the mercenary.

"Because, if you don't kill that little rat, I'll kill you myself."

Ace gulped as Vox spun in his chair and flicked on the holovision.

"Now, get out of my office." Gleeman Vox called over his shoulder as he stroked his pet in his arms.

Ace nearly tripped as he quickly made his way to the door and down the hallway. His mind was aflutter with the upcoming fight and his boss's words.

He was going to take down that lombax, and it was going to be a piece of cake. All those other exterminators were nothing compared to him. He had made it this far and nothing was going to tear him down. Yet Vox's threats stuck in his mind. Was there more to Ratchet than he thought? Could his life of luxury come crashing down, all from some little space rat?

It was in that moment Ace had a feeling he hadn't had in a long time; doubt. Most heroes had never made it this far, but when they had, he had just gone in, guns blazing, and it was over before he could blink. If Ace was going to take Ratchet down he was going to need more than immense fire power, he was going to need a plan. As Ace exited the hall, the gears in his head clicked into place, and a nasty grin spread on his face. His plan was decided. The first step was to pay a little visit to their highest ranking hero.

Ratchet sighed heavily as he finished removing the last of his heavy armour. It had been another grueling day of endless fighting. How long had he, Clank, and Al been prisoners to Vox? It felt close to a month, at least. Ratchet really began to miss his freedom and friends since being kidnapped, and the accommodations did nothing to help him forget this fact.

Behind Al's workshop was a small door that led to their lavish prison. Upon entering one was immediately greeted by a living room with a circular sofa pit in the center. There was a holovision in the middle that only played Vox supported channels, which were basically the slaughtering of other innocent heroes. In the back was a kitchen, with a fully stocked fridge of Vox promoted food stuffs. To the left was the doorway to the beds and to the right was the bathroom. The one thing that bothered Ratchet to most though, was the abundance cameras in the commode. He had counted five of them in total, nearly one for each room. There was even one in the bathroom, making it hard for the lombax to do his business in there. When he did have to go he would usually throw a blanket over himself, or if he had to shower he wouldn't come out from behind the curtain until he had put on his undergarments and wrapped a towel around himself. Al tried finding a way to deactivate them but he had come up short. He couldn't shoot them because when he had tried to bring a weapon into their quarters it was instantly vaporized in his hands. It was deduced that there was some sort of force field over the door. Tossing something over the camera was out too due to its spherical design. It made Ratchet sick that Vox was watching them so closely. He felt like he couldn't breathe without that crazy bastard knowing about it. To make matters worse the front door automatically locked itself shut after nine o'clock making the whole place even more like a prison.

That night Ratchet had decided to brave the potential embarrassment and take a shower. He hadn't taken one in days and Al told him he swore he could see the stink of sweat radiating off of him. Deciding to do this well into the night, Ratchet crept past his sleeping friends, also hoping that somehow no one would be watching the cameras just in case his did accidently flash one. In his underpants and towel in tow Ratchet slunk into the lavatory. Setting the towel on a small shelf next to the shower curtain Ratchet gave the camera one last menacing glare, and a flip of the bird, before slipping into the shower. Only then did the yellow lombax strip completely nude.

Ratchet quietly washed himself, mindful of the dreadzone collar secured around his neck. Al was currently trying to find a way to remove it, so they could safely leave without Vox blowing their heads off. The lombax gave a half-hearted tug at the collar praying for the day it was finally off and they were all freed. As Ratchet finished rinsing the Captain Quark brand shampoo out of his fur he didn't hear the door close and lock as another person witnessed the lombax's late night shower.

Finally turning off the tap, Ratchet reached out and grabbed his towel. He quickly wiped the excess water out of his eyes, wrapped the towel around himself, flung aside the curtain and came face to face with the intruder.

"Ace?!" Ratchet cried nearly jumping out of his skin.

"What the hell are you doing here?! Get out!"

"Tough little man, aren't we?" Ace sneered, taking a step towards the soaking hero.

"I've just come to congratulate you on making it this far, but also saying goodbye, 'cause once you go up against me you ain't coming back."

"You came all the way here, in the middle of the night, to taunt me? Couldn't you have waited until later to give me your empty threats?" Ratchet said annoyed, trying to cover himself further with his towel.

"Empty? You think my threats are empty?!" Ace laughed.

"Which one of us currently has the death collar around their neck? Which one of us is weaponless, and naked? Which one of us is a rotten lombax rat?"

Ace quickly flung out his hand and pushed Ratchet backwards. The lombax gave out a cry of surprise as his head hit the linoleum tiles of the shower.

"What are you doing!? I thought Vox wouldn't let you kill me without cameras rolling?" Ratchet screeched trying to cover up his nakedness while simultaneously checking the back of his head for blood.

"Oh, I'm not killing you, that'd be too easy. I'm just going make sure you're too terrified to ever try and challenge me." Ace leered, and reached for the lombax.

Ratchet immediately began throwing punches and putting up a fight, that is until a painful jolt of electricity went through his body.

"Hey now! None of that, unless you want me to blast your head straight off. And if not your head, maybe your friends in the other room?" Ace Hardlight said angrily.

Ratchet narrowed his eyes at the hero turned murderer.

"It's just you who Vox needs. The chubby nerd and the pathetic robot don't even need to be here. Why don't I do him a favour and make there one less useless mouth to feed?" Ace said his finger dangerously close to the activation button.

"Don't!" Ratchet cried, his emotions overtaking him.

Ace looked at the lombax with hungry eyes and a malevolent grin on his face that made Ratchet squirm.

"Then I suggest you do what I say."

"Y-You're a coward Ace." Ratchet said softly, licking his lips.

"Well, I'm pretty sure it would take a lot of guts to do THIS!" Ace cried punching the lombax in the head. While Ratchet was dazed Ace ripped the towel from him and dragged the hero to the middle of the room.

Ratchet wiped the blood that had begun to drip from his nose when he heard the sound of Ace unbuckling his pants. It was then that Ratchet realized Hardlight's plan.

"Make sure you do a good job for the camera," Ace said nodding his chin to the thing.

"Maybe we'll make this a pay per view special. How many fans do you think would get off to little Ratchet getting dominated by the great Ace Harlight?"

Ratchet looked up into the mercenary's smug face. Ace had him trapped, he knew Ratchet had no other choice. Ratchet shuddered knowing what he had to do next. Slowly he got on his knees and faced Ace's groin.

"That's a good boy." Ace said cooingly.

Ratchet growled at him, then slowly reached out a hand. He grabbed Ace's penis and pumped it ever so gently. After a minute or so of that Ace let out a huff.

"Come on, you honestly don't expect me to get off from that! Why don't you use that cocky little mouth of yours to get the job done?"

He grabbed Ratchet's head and thrust it toward his crotch. Ratchet winced as his cheek brushed up against Ace's pubic hair. Taking one last long breathe the lombax carefully took the length into his mouth. He was no more than half way when Ace once again became impatient and plunged deep into the hero's throat. Ratchet let out a stifled gag as Ace's cock slammed against the back of his throat. Paying no mind to Ratchet's protests, Ace continued thrusting in and out of his mouth. If this went any further, Ratchet was sure, he would throw-up. As the lombax struggled for breath, Ace grunted heavily, murmuring curses. When Ratchet was almost positive he was at his breaking point, a sharp rap came from the bathroom door. Both Ratchet and Ace jumped at the suddenness of it. They both held their breath until a voice came from the other side.

"Ratchet? Are you okay in there? I heard yelling and banging." Al's voice came through from the living room.

Ace looked completely taken off guard; he must not have expected the other occupants to have heard him. It made Ratchet almost glad to see the mercenary in such distress. That feeling passed however when Ace gave Ratchet a sharp look, basically saying 'get rid of him now or else.' Ripping his gaze from the killer in front of him Ratchet faced the door to speak to one of the only people he could trust.

Ratchet's voice cracked at first but he tried to regain his composure enough to sound like his normal self.

"I-I'm Fine Al. Just fell down. I'll be okay."

"Are you sure? And I thought I heard another person's voice." Al said skeptically.

"That was, uh, probably the radio. I had it on while I was taking a shower." Ratchet lied, feeling Ace's eyes burrowing into his skull.

"W-Well... okay then. Good night." Al was heard shuffling back to the bedroom, and the two men in the bathroom sat in utter silence until the muffled sound of the bedroom door closing graced their ears.

"He almost ruined our fun," Ace Hardlight said indignantly. He let out a sigh before speaking again.

"Ah well, I was getting bored of that position anyway. How 'bout we change it up?"

Grabbing the abused lombax by the scruff of the neck Ace slammed his face to the ground so Ratchet was on his hands and knees. Ratchet let out a whimper as his cheek met with the floor tiles. Ace's finger gently traced Ratchet's entrance, while Ratchet bit his lip trying his hardest not to make noise.

"You a virgin Ratchet?" Ace asked quietly into his ear. Ratchet began to think of his past partner's. There was Sasha and Angela, and a couple other girls he had dated in the past. He had gotten pretty intimate with them, but he had never had sex. Suddenly it clicked in Ratchet's mind. This was going to be the first time he had sex, and it was by a careless maniac. His past loves had always been so gently with him, always making sure they were both comfortable and okay with whatever they wanted to do. A lone sob shook Ratchet's entire being as he thought about all the love and care his ex's had shown him.

"I'll take that as a yes." Ace chuckled watching the lombax hold back tears.

Suddenly there was another knock on the door.

"Ratchet," Clank's voice rang out. "Al told me that you seemed a bit off. Can you please talk to me?"

Ratchet scrambled to find his voice, to lie to them and tell them everything was perfectly normal. He didn't want them to know what was happening, what he was doing. Ratchet let out a few miserable attempts at words, as the knocking came again.

"I... I'm fine... Clank... everything is..."

Suddenly Ace inserted a digit into the lombax and Ratchet let out a cry of surprise and discomfort. There was a call of alarm from both Clank and Al as the two tried banged and yelled frantically from behind the door. They paused though when Ace's laugh echoed inside the washroom.

"Ace Hardlight?!" Al cried recognizing the intruder's voice.

"Ace! What are you doing to Ratchet?! I demand you let him go immediately or else I'll... I'll..." Clank demanded slamming his tiny metal fist on the door.

"Or else you'll what, small fry," Ace laughed hysterically again. "I'm the one with the collar detonation switch, and I could easily blast any one of your heads off."

Ace shoved another finger inside Ratchet, making the hero let out a stifled whimper, before continuing.

"And anyway, maybe I'm doing your friend here, a favour. Do you know how many chicks have wanted to get with the Ace Hardlight?"

"What are you talking about?" Clank cried, the bathroom door refusing to budge.

Another laugh permeated through to door.

"Honestly, are you so innocent that you can't tell what's going on here?"

Ace retracted the digits from Ratchet's anus, and aimed his cock now at the unready entrance. Waiting a moment to relish the feeling of his victim quiver underneath him, Ace smirked.

"I'm gunna fuck this little lombax whore!" And with that Ace slammed into Ratchet.

Ratchet cried out in utter pain and mortification.

Al and Clank screamed for Ace to stop, but were powerless from the other room.

Ratchet screamed from the pain. It was nothing like he'd ever felt before. He felt as if his insides were being shred to bits with each thrust. Ratchet had felt pain numerous times before, especially from his many run in from baddies during his quests to save the universe. This pain was different, he knew that even when the physical wounds had healed there would still be a emotional and mental scar that may never heal.

Ratchet's head spun as the screams of his friends and the groans from Ace filled his mind. The ordeal seemed to have gone on for an eternity when, finally, Ratchet felt and heard Ace finish. The abuser laid on top of the lombax for a minute relishing in his deal and gaining back his strength. Ratchet shivered even as Ace got off of him and buckled up his pants.

"The next time you dare to think you can beat me," Ace growled, over the fallen hero.

"I want you to remember this."

Ace then hacked up some mucus and spat on Ratchet. The lombax twitched slightly as he felt the spit make contact with his cheek. Hardlight then turned his attention to the door.

"I'm coming out now. You better not try attacking me for all of your sake."

The locked clicked open and Ace quietly opened to door. He came face to face with Al and Clank. If looks could kill Ace would have burned up as soon as he opened that door. Ace just smirked and walked past the two. With a tap of a button on Ace's lapel the front door unlocked itself let him pass than immediately became impassible once again, until morning. As soon as Ace was out of the building Clank and Al raced in to check on their friend. They could help but gasp when they saw the shape Ratchet was in.

Acting fast Clank rushed over the help his lifelong friend while Al grabbed a towel to drape over him. They helped Ratchet sit up properly watching his face to see where it was okay to touch him and move him. Ratchet hung his head while the two nervously sat unsure of what to say.

"Ratchet, please say something." Clank whispered breaking the silence.

Suddenly the lombax's head jerked up and he had this unmistakable glint in his eye. Ratchet uttered just one sentence before blacking out.

"He is going to pay."

Here's another fanfic I wrote. I'd been playing around with the idea for a while and wasn't sure whether to write it or not. Anyway, feedback is always welcome, so tell me what you thought.