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Stained Righteousness	By : BornAddicted Category: +M to R > Megaman: NT Warrior Views: 2700 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Stained Righteousness
- 2-Failed Expectation
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Dissonance

   Enzan gave out a small scream as
he was entered harshly yet again. Blood slicked the spot so it wasn't quite as
painful as the other times, though he could feel his insides rip to make room
for the new invader. No, that wasn't what truly hurt him - even if the
encounter was as agonizing as it had been before - this time it was who they
had putting him through this round of torture. Above him, managing to look both
horrified and sickly pleased at the same time, Netto stared down at him with dark
brown eyes, pushing with childish inexperience until he was completely in. One
hand braced against his chest, unknowingly cutting off Enzan's air supply that
much more.

   "Netto, please," he forced out,
between gasps for breath, "Can't, breathe."

   Pale hands shot to the black and
red corset that constricted his ribs, making it impossible for him to ever get
his lungs full. He'd been forced into the ridiculous costume after his captors
decided he struggled too much and sought ways to tame him. The man whose nose
he'd broken had taken a sadistic delight in tightening it as tight as it would
go then taking full advantage of his weakened position. Netto seemed go notice
the thing for the first time, running his hand down it's lacy cover, noting
with some interest how small his friend was outside of his normal clothes. He
glanced over to one of the glass walls, silently questioning whether or not
that was allowed.

   "If you want to, but when he gets
out of control it's your problem," a voice from the next room answered, the
sound a gun clicking into place echoed through the speakers. On the other side
of the wall, their enemy pointed that gun at the back of Laika's head. The
soldier ignored it, meeting Netto's eyes and shaking his head, despite the
jerking at his chain leash. His eyes said everything; if he continued to go
through with this Laika would never forgive him. Looking back down at Enzan he
got basically the same message, except the hatred was already being directed at
him.

   Shifting, earning as suppressed
moan from Enzan and from his self, he wrapped his arms around his thin friend,
fingers climbing up his back until they found the tie. Loosing it Netto
wondered how many seconds he had before he was attacked.

1 . . 2 .
.

   Two fingers shot out, completely
prepared to take out his eyes if it was needed. Netto caught his hand, but
missed the other as it collided with the side of his head, knocking him back a
bit. Enzan gasped as another wave of pain exploded throughout his body, but his
tightened muscles only aroused Netto more, causing the teen to unconsciously
thrust further into that hot space. Swinging again, Enzan tried to use his
knees to force his attacker out of him, an action that was resisted as his
waist was grabbed and Netto crushed their lips together. Using his own weight
to pin him back, even as teeth ripped into his face and small fists hit him
randomly, he forced the kiss until he was head-butted. Snatching both Enzan's
hands, it was then that he realized that the teen was in a panic, blindly
lashing out in an attempt to get him out of him. Grabbing petite shoulders,
Netto shook him making blue eyes snap open again.

   "Please," he begged, running his
hand across the soft skin of his friend's face, "Don't make this harder than it
has to be."

   Tears spilled over on to his
hand. He drank them away, savoring their rarity. Enzan shuddered, disgusted by
the sensation, especially the way his body reacted to it. Netto couldn"t help
but notice the hardened member pressed up his stomach as he continued his
ministrations.

   "Please. They're going to kill
Laika if we don't," he tried again, with definite results this time. The
white-haired teen froze, mind torn between protecting itself and protecting
others. Netto took the opportunity to move around inside of him, hoping to find
that perfect spot, the one that would have Enzan screaming his name in ecstasy.
Taking his face in both hands, he kissed him again, this time moving to deepen
it and hoping that he would still have a tongue when he pulled away. To his
delight, he had both his tongue and the spot when he released Enzan.

   Shame-faced, Enzan laid
underneath him, covering his mouth to hide the sounds that had come out of him.
He didn't understand, it hadn't been like that with any of his other visitors.
It wasn't supposed to feel good; it was supposed to hurt, to make him scream in
pain as he was torn into. Yet and still Netto had found a way around that.

   No . . .

   "Get off of me," he hissed,
pushing the other boy a few precious centimeters back, though he knew he was in
no physical position to fight. But Netto was Netto and he ignored the warning,
choosing instead to lean in and whisper into his ear.

   "Do you want him to die? Just go
with it, I'm not going to hurt you." He turned so Enzan had to look him in the
eye. "No one's watching, no one's going to judge you for being a good friend."

   Glaring venomously up at him,
Enzan felt the tears spill over. "It's not right. You want it and they're right
there. You want to do this to me, you sick -"

   A finger cut him off. "Sshh. I
don't want this. I want everyone to get out of this alive. Just ignore them,
they don't mean anything." True, he was lying, but if it would calm Enzan down
and get them out of there, then a little white lie couldn't hurt anything.
Besides, it's not like he wanted it at first.

   Easy for him to say, Enzan
thought, he wasn't the one being raped by his best friend. Glancing over at
Laika who mimed breaking someone's neck, he realized he had to give in. Did he
really want to be responsible for getting his only friend in this place killed?

   Weakly Enzan nodded. No matter
how gentle Netto was with him it was still going to hurt, emotionally more than
anything, but it wasn't like it was going to be his first time and even if it
was, that small piece of comfort wasn't worth Laika's life. So he stop
fighting, letting Netto explore his body, but shifting so he wouldn't be able
to hit that spot in him, the one that made him want to rip out his hair in
bliss. He feared if he didn' the feeling would overpower him.

   It didn' matter. Netto was
determined to pleasure him, and a determined Netto always got what he wanted.
Angling so he hit Enzan' spot with every thrust, the brunette tore the screams
out of him. His breath hitched in his throat as he tried to hold them back, but
he couldn' stop them permanently and each one only encouraged Netto further.

   As their lips collided once more,
and rivulets of water slid from his eyes mixed with sweat, all Enzan could hope
was that it was all over soon as every one of his nightmares seemed to come
true . . .

   4 Days Earlier

   "I'm so Bored"

   "Netto shut it! Can't you find
anything to do?"

   "No, if I could do that I
wouldn't have to complain."

   ". . . "

   Laika rubbed his temples. They'd
been going back and forth like that for six minutes straight with no sign of
stopping. He sipped at his coffee ready to tell them to both shut up, but
frankly he had no interest in jumping into any of Enzan and Netto's arguments.
It was bad enough they were all bored out of their minds, worst that Netto
couldn't refrain from shouting it to the world, and even worst that Enzan
wasn't able to keep his self from taking the bait. In the few years they'd been
working together there'd been many petty fights, most of which could have been
avoided if Enzan had been able to ignore the youngest boy's whining, which he
either couldn't or wouldn't do.

   After a two second lull, Enzan
sat back revealing for the briefest moment a piece of tone torso. Laika snapped
at mental picture for later and stored it with all the others. He wasn't going
to lie to his self, he had an Enzan obsession, one that only seemed to grow
stronger and more distracting each day. His white-haired friend was getting
more provocative everyday, with the hair flicking, the flirty eyes, and the
touches, but that was probably just his mind jumping to lust-driven
conclusions. Now if he would stop the childish contests he'd be perfect in
every way.

   "Why can't these people ever plan
their attacks when we don"t have things we want to do," Netto started up again,
earning an irritated eyebrow from Enzan.

   He had a point though, the only
night they had made non-work related plans and some new net mafia decided to
threaten the busiest train station in the city. As a result they'd been put on
standby, ruining their night and trapping them in the break room until they
were needed. A shame really, so many interesting things could have happened in
a dark movie theater.

   Laika gave a short laugh, drawing
both brown and blue eyes to him. Like Enzan would ever let him touch him; he
wasn't blind and it was obvious that the boy was in love with Blues, at least
it was to him. Then again few other people observed his every movement, the way
his eyes sparkled when he talked about or to the navi, or knew his habits and
expressions like he did.

   Except maybe his friend's many
fangirls.

   Another laugh that caused a
momentary break in round two of the other net savior's argument. He ignored it,
reflecting on the fact that he had just grouped his self in the fangirl
section. Next thing he knew he'd be trying to snatch Enzan away from Yaito and
Anetta. Now that was a scary thought; both girls could get violent when it came
to the IPC heir and getting involved in that would be more dangerous than
trying to break up Netto and Enzan.

   He sighed, sitting back. No,
Laika was fine with just watching for now, even if Netto was close to realizing
his own feelings. Yeah, he was in love with Enzan too, he just didn't know it
yet. Which might become problematic as the youngest of them was also the
boldest and was the most likely to act on his feelings. It'd be a hard task to
sweep their dual-haired friend off his feet, but if anyone could work that
miracle Netto would be the one to do it.

   Not that he was worried, or
jealous, or whatever else someone might call it; he was just honestly assessing
the probability of his and Enzan's relationship ever taking off. Laika wasn't
worried about it. Enzan was his own person and whoever he ended up with, they
were friends first and foremost and he would be happy for him. However, he had
the sneaking suspicion that Enzan was waiting for a time when he could chose
Blues, and with a whole technology company behind him it wouldn't be much
longer. They'd be good together, there was no one who knew his friend better or
could make him happier, despite all the complications they'd have.

   Getting up, he fixed his self
another cup of coffee as the others reached another stopping point. Enzan came
up next to him and Laika handed him a mug, knowing he was going to need it if
they had to be trapped with Netto any longer. Stretching with a sort of feline
gracefulness, he yawned calling attention to the dark circles under his eyes. Enzan
probably hadn't been able to get out of his office since the last major
terrorist threat, and with his father demanding more and more from him each
year, it was unsurprising that he'd found little time for sleeping.

   "You should take a nap, you look
tired," Laika told him, pushing him toward the couch. The other looked startled
that he'd mentioned it.

   "I'm fine," he replied, slipping
away from the taller teen. "I just haven't been able to fall asleep lately."

   "Any reason?"

   Enzan shook his head still
focused on the Sharoian and therefore missing the bandana wearing of the trio
coming up behind him.

   "Stop lying," Netto called out
cheerfully, right before knocking him on to the couch. "What's wrong with you?"

   "I'm fine," he repeated, glaring
up at them, not in the mood for twenty questions. But Netto wasn't about to
give up that easily. Plopping down beside him, he slid in close and poked him
in the leg, causing Enzan to twitch.

   "No you're not and you have five
seconds to answer the question or I'm gonna hold you down and tickle you."

   Blue eyes narrowed. "You
wouldn't."

   "I would,"was the smug reply.
"And Laika's gonna help me."

   Enzan turned his glare to the
oldest in the room, who gave him a rare smile and nodded. He stubbornly
remained silent for a few more seconds, smacking away the hand that strayed too
close to his weak spot behind his knee, but ultimately gave in.

   "It's nothing, just bad dreams.
Not important and certainly not tickle threat worthy."

   Laika pulled up a chair, glad
that things had moved away from the argument stage. "Everything's tickle threat
worthy with Netto. Now stop changing the subject and tell us what's wrong."

   "Great, you too? Why are you so
interested?"

   Because I'm interested in
everything about you, he thought but
replied without missing a beat. "Your lack of sleep could affect your
performance in an emergency situation. If we can help solve whatever is wrong
then we can reduce the likelihood of any . . . unfortunate events."

   "Nice to know you care." Enzan
retorted sarcastically.

   Netto prodded him again, making
Enzan squirm. "Quit stalling. What are you dreaming about?"

   The cornered teen shrugged, not
really wanting to talk about it. "Just people; you two, Blues, my mother,
mostly." He paused. "It's silly. Don't worry about it."

   Laika and Netto exchanged a look,
nodding to each other before the soldier grabbed a long leg and held him down
while Netto tickled. He fought it, naturally, but even Enzan wasn't immune to
the power that his body had over him and he surrendered.

   "Fine, fine. We're all together,
then something happens and I can't save you. Everyone's mad at me and you all
leave me alone. Then my mother's there on the ground dead, but suddenly she's
Blues and then he's gone and I can't find anyone anywhere. Sorta like I'm stuck
in Beyondard again, but by myself, and no sign of life anywhere." He frowned,
yanking his leg back and crossing his arms. "Are you happy now?"

   The brunette's grinning face told
him he was, exceedingly. Crossing his legs and pushing up imaginary glasses, he
prepared to analyze the meaning of his friends dream.

   "Clearly you're afraid of
rejection. Your worst fear is that there will be something about you that we
won't like and then you think we are going to abandon you. Don't worry about
it, Laika might leave you but I'm not going anywhere."

   Laika rolled his eyes,
disregarding the insinuation before picking up where Netto left off. "It's okay
to be afraid of being alone, but don't let it overtake you. Last thing we need
is a liability."

   "Gee, that didn't sound too
horrible Laika. You're supposed to be making him feel better so he can sleep,
not adding to his insecurities." Netto threw both hands in the air. "Good job."

   All the focus on him and his
insecurities, which were supposed to be masked, was making the dual haired teen
uncomfortable. Rolling his eyes and metaphorically brushing aside the subject,
Enzan replied, "Yeah whatever, I said I'm fine so just drop it. If it makes you
feel any better I'll try and nap now so I won't be your "liability"."

   "Whoa, let's not get angry. He's
just worried about you, in his own way of course."

   Blue eyes locked in silent
battle, each one expressing what they would not otherwise say. Enzan smiled,
satisfied that what Laika said had a deeper meaning than the coldness that
others might assume. They weren't going to walk out on him anytime soon, unless
something drastic happen. He felt childish for even considering it.

   Laying his head down, white bangs
covered his eyes and he was soon asleep. Watching him, Laika realized how much
trust the dual-haired teen had in them to let them see him in such a vulnerable
position. Grabbing Netto's hand before the youngest of them could attack
Enzan's knees again, he pulled him away so their friend could rest. Sipping at
the rest of his coffee, he forced the hyperactive adolescent into silence.
Spinning in his chair, aiming to annoying the soldier, who overlooked him with
practiced ease, they waited in the quietness for the call that would send them
to where the action was.
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