"I can't believe I'm back here again."
"You told me to take you somewhere. This was the closest place I could think of with the proper... appliance where we wouldn't get interrupted." Roll stopped on her trek to her room at the sound of the voices coming from within one of the smaller labs. The was funny, who could that have been? Light was in the main lab and it was way too deep to be Rock's. They sounded kinda familiar, too...
"Still, you know they don't like me too much."
"That's why you're going to have to be quiet for once. Of course, given all the previous times, I don't think even a gag would suffice."
"Don't start getting kinky on me old man. At least not yet."
"Funny, you always struck me as the S&M type."
The was Blues! And the other one sounded suspiciously like Forte. But what would they be doing in Light's place? Especially together?
"Enough with the stupid cracks and let's get this over with.
"It's not that bad."
"Yeah, you're not the -- Hey! What're you doing!?"
"Taking off your pants? Can't very well do this with them still on." Blues' voice drawled out, giving off more 'duh' vibes than usual.
Forte sounded sheepish. "Yeah, well... you coulda warned me."
"Oh, please. When was the last time I had to warn you of anything?"
By now, Roll was thoroughly curious and was pressing her ear against the door, trying to make out what they were doing.
There was a slight sound that hovered somewhere between a snort and a gasp. "That's cold!"
"Forte-kun, could you at least try to be quiet? Just this once?"
"But it tickles!" He gasped again. "Careful! That's a very sensitive part!"
"What are you doing?"
Roll gave a strangled 'eep' as a hand clamped down on her shoulder. She turned, red faced, to see Rock standing behind her.
"Oh! Err... ah... it's funny, see..." She giggled nervously.
"??"
"W-Will it hurt?" The door nearly muffled out the tremor in his voice but Rock knew immediately who that was.
"That's For-hmmp!"
Roll hastily slapped a hand over his mouth. "Shh!"
"Why must you ask me that every time?"
Rock's eyes widened even more. Blues, too? What's going on?
Forte's voice became impatient. "Will it?"
"Of course not, Forte-kun," he sighed, "you know I wouldn't purposely hurt you." He then added slyly. "If it makes you feel better, you can hold me hand."
"O-Okay."
Both younger bots blanched at the thought, but a low whimper broke through their surprise.
"Does it hurt that much?" The kagemusha's voice held a note of genuine concern.
"S'okay. Just kinda surprised me."
"I'll go slow, okay? Whenever it gets too painful, I'll stop."
"No. Keep going. I need this."
Finally, Rock dared enough to ask his sister: "A-Are they... um..."
She nodded faintly, entire face aflame. "I think... so..." They both blushed horribly, but neither moved. Forte groaned again.
"Almost done." Blues' voice said soothingly. "You holding up okay?"
"Y-Yeah. God, Blues... don't stop."
He sounded doubtful. "You sure?"
"Not that bad. Besides, I... trust you... know what you're doing."
The two sat in front of the door, listening in some morbid fascination to Forte's low moans and quickening breaths and the occasional encouragement from Blues. Suddenly, Forte let out a loud cry.
"Shh. Shh, it's okay. It's okay."
"That... That was..." Forte let out a whoosh of breath, followed by the ones the siblings had unconsciously held in the hall.
"You okay? Does it still hurt?"
"Um... just a little."
"I'll take care of it."
A small chuckle came from the door. "God. Now I'm all sticky."
"You want I should take care of that, too?" Blues asked playfully.
Forte 'hmm'ed in half thought. "No. Keep doing this. Oh, oh yeah. That feels so good..."
"You know, we keep this up, you won't be the only one sticky."
"Don't care. This is the best part of you taking care of me. Ahh... stop and I'll kill ya..."
"Oh? Is that a threat?"
"Promise. I ever tell you what wonderful hands you got?"
"Every time. But I like hearing it."
Forte purred. "I should probably find it annoying that you know all the right buttons to push."
"What can I say? I like the thought of you under me."
"Won't your little friend get jealous?"
"I thought you were going to take care of that."
"No, not that little friend, moron! I mean -- "
Blues chuckled, effectively silencing the Wily bot. "Don't worry about that. What they don't know, etc., etc."
"You're an evil man, shadow slinker."
"And that's why you love me."
Rock abruptly stood. "That's it!"
"What are you going to do?" Roll asked, jumping to her feet. "Rock? You're not going to -- Rock!?"
Much to her horror -- and closet hentai delight –- he threw open the doors to the lab, marched straight in... and stopped cold.
"Wh-What the...?"
In the middle of the room was a table and upon that table was Forte -- sans armor and pants which rested, folded neatly on a tray ladled with small tools and a jar of sticky sealant solution laying by said table –- and Blues -- also sans armor –- standing next to the prone Forte.
The Wily bot jolted, trying to sit up. "ROCK!" Blues effectively neutralized the threat by pushing Forte back down.
"Rock. Roll. Can I help you with anything?"
The blue bomber blushed terribly. "Uh... wh-what were you guys doing?"
"Forte tried to surprise me with an ambush and wound up getting hurt himself. So I offered to patch him up and brought him here." Blues replied calmly, indicating to the long, barely noticeable stitched line arching over Forte's pale thigh.
"Then... what was all that talk about -- "
Suddenly, Tango dropped onto Blues' head, hissing at Forte, still laying, albeit somewhat red-faced, on the table.
Roll became animated. "Tango! There you are you bad kitty! I've been looking everywhere for you!"
"Your cat keeps following me around." Blues said dully. After maneuvering the green mechanical feline from his hair, he turned back to Rock. "What was the question?"
The younger just looked away. "Uh, nothing. Never mind. C'mon, Roll, we should be turning in." He exited, more embarrassed and confused than anything else.
His sister bowed. "Sorry for barging in."
"It's all right." Said her elder, nodding as the two left the room. Forte stretched across the table. "Feh. Last time I try to jump you."
"I most certainly hope not." Blues said with a frown. "Just give me a little warning next time. For your sake if nothing else." Timidly he traced the wound. "I'm sorry."
Forte smiled, thigh trembling slightly. "It's okay. Didn't think you could use that shield as a weapon, though." With a sly smile he sat up at the edge of the table, wrapping his legs around Blues' waist and pressing himself as close as he could to the other. "Now, what's this about a small friend I'm supposed to take care of?"
A dark brow rose up behind his shades. "I thought you wanted out of this place."
"I did. Now I want you." He smiled. "Should've thought about that before you started messaging the pain in my leg." He captured the elder bot's lips in a possessive kiss, laying once again on the table with Blues stretched out above him.
"Can you try to keep quiet this time?"
"You love it when I'm loud, admit it. Besides," he mumbled around Blues' earlobe, "living with that pervert Wily and his 'bots, you get used to a little exhibitionism."
Meanwhile, a pair of eyes watched the two bots 'in play' with rapt interest from the safety of the security room. Dr. Light hastily sent a streamline copy of the video before him and dialed up an old friend. "Wily? You getting this?"