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Loveless	By : LadyDorian Category: +G through L > Generator Rex Views: 1682 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Generator Rex, nor am I profiting from this fic in any way.

Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Dos
- 3-IV
- 4-Knight
- 5-Rex
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- 3
- 4
IV.
He liked it when I hit him. He would kick and bite, hurl insults at me—anything to make me strike him harder. He knew exactly how to push my buttons. The more bruises he had, the more he bled, the more excited he became. Pain was his pleasure; he got off on it.
Sometimes he liked to be tied up, which was convenient considering all the bandages he wore. It was easier for me as well. If he was incapacitated, then I had less of a chance of being slapped or clawed at. Though I preferred a gentler approach to sex, I fed into his fetishes. Each blow I dealt would cause his ass to contract and tighten around my cock, filling my body with the most wonderful sensations.
I soon became a slave to pleasure; my blurred vision could see nothing but the present moment. My love for One was a distant memory; with each encounter, I felt it begin to slowly slip away, until it seemed like it had never existed at all. I was growing as dead inside as the man whose insides I would violently throttle. My future was splayed out on the bed before me, waiting for me to fuck it into oblivion. And no matter how I tried, I found I simply couldn't resist.
I was nothing more than his plaything.

“I’m not one for romance...but if it’s sex you want, then I can show you a good time.”
Those were the first words he spoke to me. It was the first night of the summer festival and, for many of us, the day we’d finally been assigned our ranks. One had given me a new lime green yukata for the occasion, and I wore it proudly along with the name that had been bestowed upon me: Six. In twenty-two years of my life, I had never been happier.
I was sitting out in the courtyard sipping sake and watching the younger students set off fireworks when he approached and took a seat beside me. Everything about him was grey, from the hoodie that shadowed his face to the pale jeans clothing his torso. He was covered from head-to-toe in bandages, like a living mummy. I remembered Frances (or Five, as she was now called) telling me she’d heard rumors that his mother had tried to burn him to death as a child. Whether or not that was true was none of my concern. I only knew him as the moody teen who barely spoke a word outside of class. Which was why I was somewhat surprised when he suddenly began to converse with me.
I scratched at my goatee and regarded him suspiciously, the lights from the fireworks giving his one good eye an eerie, colorful glow. “Is that so?” I asked.
He grinned, revealing a set of dark, crooked teeth. “Pink-hair said you were into guys. So I thought I’d extend the offer.”
“How generous of you.” The sake stung my throat as I took another small sip. I was in no mood to discuss my sexual preferences with him.
“You’re a lot colder than I thought you’d be, Six.” He spit my name out like poison, laughing hoarsely. “I like that.” Slowly, he began to move closer. I turned my head away, partly to keep myself from reaching out and strangling him. I tried desperately to keep myself in check as I felt his hot breath hit the side of my neck. His lips brushed against my skin, sending a brief shiver down my spine. After a moment, they parted, and he took the very tip of my earlobe into his mouth, tugging on it gently. His brashness was starting to turn me on.
He rolled the nub of flesh between his teeth, biting softly at first, then harder. By the time he released me, my heart was pounding like crazy. “So, you wanna have some fun?”
Normally, I wouldn’t touch such an ugly, arrogant brat like him, but it had been some time since I’d had sex, and the temptation to break my dry spell was too overwhelming. I’ll admit I was also feeling a twinge of resentment toward him. That this young punk should be given a higher rank than me was infuriating. I had trained for years to become one of the top mercenaries at the dojo, yet this kid had seemingly sauntered in and was instantly rewarded for the simple fact that he’s been born with the ability to use his Chi to manipulate objects around him. Though there was nothing I could do to change that, I figured I could at least get the upper hand in the bedroom. I stood calmly and began walking away. “Follow me.”
I led him through the house to my bedroom. When I turned twenty-one, my living quarters had been upgraded to a larger space. I now had a double, Western-style bed with matching end tables and a walk-in closet. Several Japanese tapestries hung on the walls, framing my cache of katanas and various other weapons. When IV saw the setup before him, he whistled. “Nice digs. I bet you bring a lot of men back here.”
My hands tugged at the belt around my waist. I slipped out of my yukata and hung it on a hook by the closet door. The window was open, and I could feel the warm breeze dance across my clammy skin. “Let’s make this quick,” I growled over my shoulder, “I want to get back to the party.”
“Sure thing, sweetheart. Just know I like it with the bandages on.”
I was about to sling a sarcastic comeback at him when I felt a rough strip of fabric wrap around my wrist. I turned to see him with his palms outstretched, manipulating the bandage as if he was charming a snake. “Neat trick, huh?” He laughed, and I could feel the dressings tighten, squeezing until my hand began to throb. With a sharp tug, he drew me closer, placing a hand on my shoulder and quickly sealing our lips. Our tongues tangled together, soft and wet, temporarily taking my mind off of the searing pain in my wrist. IV withdrew to lick along the underside of my jaw before trailing his tongue down my neck. His teeth grazed my collarbone. “Wait ‘til you see what else I’ve got up my sleeves.”
Fingers reached out and began to stroke my cock through my underwear. I moaned a little as IV began to massage my balls, his tongue sweeping across my throat. He snaked a hand behind my head, leading me into another kiss. Our lips were barely touching when, without warning, IV yanked hard on my ponytail, snapping my neck back and causing me to groan in pain.
“Oww! What the fu—”
“You’re not a virgin, are you?” he inquired, releasing me.
I rubbed the sore spot at the back of my head. “No, I’m not.” In fact, since I’d lost my virginity to Dos years ago, I’d gathered a great deal of experience with other men, enjoying both top and bottom positions. I was what they called “versatile.” “What does it matter anyway?” I hissed.
“I'm not interested in some pansy who can't tell an ass from a hole in the ground.” He lightly raked his fingernails across my chest. “In case you haven't noticed, I don't play nice.” With that, he shoved me hard. Luckily the bed was there to catch my fall; I stumbled and fell onto it like a sack of rocks.
IV was instantly upon me, rubbing his body against mine. His bandages were like sandpaper on my skin. His teeth tore into the delicate flesh of my neck as he bit and sucked at it, as if he was determined to leave his mark. My cock perked up at the sensations. I had never been with a man who liked it so rough. It hurt a little, but I was somewhat turned on.
He licked a path down my chest to one of my nipples. I shivered beneath the heat of his mouth, moaning for more. IV's tongue teased the sensitive nub skillfully, licking tiny circles around it before sucking gently. I could feel the bulge in my underwear begin to twitch; I wanted that tongue on my cock.
But I wasn't going to get off that easy. After a short period of suckling, I felt his teeth close around the stiffened bud. He bit down slowly at first, then gradually increased the pressure, clamping down hard. I winced at the pain, but it only made him bite harder, tugging at it until I thought it would come clean off.
“Ouch! Stop! That hurts!”
IV ignored my pleas, repeating the process with the other nipple. My hands desperately clutched the bandages around his head, squeezing and pulling in an attempt to make him ease up. I breathed a sigh of relief when he finally backed away.
His lips traveled south, past my chest and bellybutton to the source of my desire. He hooked his fingers under my waistband and quickly pried off my damp and sticky shorts. I closed my eyes and grinned, knowing I would finally get to feel some real pleasure. IV began by spreading my thighs and nuzzling his face in the crevasse there. The scratch of the wrappings plus the heat from his breath made for an enjoyable new sensation. I gasped as I felt his lips part and his tongue slither across my balls, licking the soft flesh tenderly. Slowly, I started to relax, enjoying the moist warmth spreading along my cock. When he reached the head, he paused to tease my slit with the very tip of his tongue, sending shivers throughout my body. By the time his lips wrapped around my erection, I was near ready to burst. My fingers fell to my sore nipples, pinching them in hopes that the pain would dull my excitement.
He took my length all the way to the back of his throat. As he pumped up and down, he looped a thumb and forefinger around the base of my cock and squeezed tightly. IV knew that I wouldn’t be able to cum unless he released his grip; in this position, I was at his mercy. I squirmed as he sucked me faster, his teeth lightly grazing my shaft.
“Ahhhnn…careful,” I gasped. IV didn’t heed my warning. Instead, he started to rake his teeth across my shaft, moving slower and biting harder with each thrust.
“Fuck, stop it!” But my cries only fueled his torment. He tugged and tore at my flesh with sharp incisors, hands gripping my cock and balls tighter than ever. I couldn’t move for fear that he would castrate me. All I could do was lie still, wailing in pain, in hopes that he would eventually release me. If I had known that sex with IV would be this dangerous, I never would have given it a second thought.
After a few minutes of torture, I felt IV’s mouth go limp around my cock. I opened my eyes in time to see him sit back and shoot me an angry look. “Christ, will you shut up already?”
It was the moment I had been waiting for. I heaved myself up and grabbed his shoulders, swiftly pulling him down onto the bed beside me. Before he had a chance to react, I slid over on top of him, pinning him firmly. His eyes spat fire at me, but there was no way in hell I was letting go. “What the fuck is your problem, IV?!”
“What, you gonna cry like a little bitch?” he spat back, taking a swipe at my face. His fingernails caught the corner of my cheek; I felt a sharp stinging as the flesh tore. “I should’ve known you were just a pussy, Six. Fuck, you didn’t even have it in you to make One’s top five! You must be such an embarrassment. I bet he wouldn’t even let you suck his di—”
That’s when I lost it. Hearing him talk about One like that made my blood boil. I didn’t even think; I just pulled back my fist and swung. It connected with a dull thwack directly in the center of his face. Tiny drops of red began to blossom on the bandages covering his nose. IV raised an eyebrow and chuckled, “Oh, did I hit a nerve, sweetheart?”
Between nearly getting my cock bit off to being mocked by this asshole, I found it hard to control my rage. I hit him again and again, trying in vain to knock the smile off his face. His teeth were stained with blood, but he just kept on laughing. He clawed at my chest, but I pinned his arms. He tried kicking me, but I held him down with my weight, continuing to assault his face. Fueled by anger, I wrapped my fingers around his throat, squeezing until he gasped for air. I only let up when my knuckles became sore from beating him. Otherwise I would’ve kept going until his pulse stopped.
IV was breathing heavily, his face a mask of crimson rags. He turned his head and started coughing, splattering blood on the pillow. “Hey,” he wheezed, “you done playing patty-cake? Or am I gonna have to wait all night for a fuck?”
In hindsight, I probably should’ve walked away at that point. But I was too mad to stop. I wanted to dominate him, to hurt him when he was vulnerable. Without taking my eyes off him, I reached into the side table drawer and withdrew a condom. To hell with preparations—this fucker doesn’t deserve any comfort, I thought as I rolled the rubber over my erection. IV was still choking through blood as I raised his hips and parted the bandages around his ass. He groaned as I began to push into that tight spot, struggling a little for lack of lube, yet refusing to stop until my entire cock was buried. Fuck, it felt amazing. It was almost worth the trouble I’d gone through to get it. Almost.
I moved slowly, enjoying all the bumps and ridges inside him. IV started to writhe beneath me, letting out what sounded like a cross between a moan and a growl. “Harder, you pussy! You fuck like an old man!” I frowned and picked up the pace, thrusting deeper and harder. It seemed to please him. “Yeah, that’s it—faster now…ahhhnn, faster…harder…”
My body was going wild. I reached down and freed the gnarled knob of flesh that was his cock. It surprised me that he could even get an erection with all that scar tissue. I gripped him tightly, jerking him in rhythm with my thrusts. By now I was pounding into him with everything I had, grasping his hips until my knuckles turned white. But he shouted for more. He dug his nails into my shoulders and started bucking. I pushed him back down onto the bed and slammed into him with the entire weight of my body. Over and over, I rammed my cock inside him with such force, I thought I would break in two. The sound of skin slapping together was deafening; the aroma of copper wafted through the air. When I looked down, I saw that my lower regions were covered in his blood.
When I slowed down to survey the damage I’d done, IV scolded, “Don’t stop now! Fuck, I’m cumming! Ahhhnnn!” He arched his back as he climaxed, ropes of cum spurting across his chest, dampening his bandages. His entire body shook from the intensity of his orgasm; his ass began squeezing my cock tighter. I closed my eyes and came at that very moment, pouring out every ounce of myself.
I pulled out slowly, dazed by the sight of the bloodied sheets. Why had I let myself get so carried away? Though IV most likely deserved (and even enjoyed) such a beating, I still felt an iota of guilt that I had treated one of my comrades so cruelly.
If IV was in pain, he certainly didn’t show it. He rolled off the bed with ease, and was quickly on his feet. “You rode my ass good,” he remarked as he resituated his bandages. He pulled on his jeans, not even caring about the blood staining his thighs. “We’ll have to do this again sometime.”
“Are you alright? You could stay awhile…just until the bleeding stops.” It was the least I could offer. Besides, I wasn’t the type to fuck and run.
“You getting soft on me now, Six?” he scoffed. His hand wiped at the corner of his mouth. “I’m not one for cuddling.” As he strode past me, I noticed a slight limp in his step. “Seeya around,” he waved as he walked through the door.
I stood at the foot of the bed for some time, naked, the condom hanging off my lifeless cock, just listening to the pop and crackle of fireworks in the distance. The air in the room was thick and sultry, hanging like a haze around me. When I eventually snapped out of it, I threw on a robe and headed to the bathroom to clean myself up.
I washed the sheets twice that night, but the blood refused to come out.

We fucked on and off for two years. I enjoyed it to an extent, though mostly I did it as a form of stress relief. IV was a handful in the field; his recklessness put our lives in danger time and time again, and nearly cost us many missions. It was frustrating having to clean up his messes. I took my anger out on him in the bedroom, much to his pleasure. Bloody and bruised, he would stumble away afterwards, the smile on his face a signal that he would be coming back for me. The cycle never changed.
I knew he was screwing other men on the side, but I didn’t let it bother me. After all, I was doing the same exact thing, only I was seeking someone I could permanently call my lover. But to the mercenaries I met, love was nonexistent and sex was something best done quickly and in secret. No one had time for tenderness when their next mission could very well be their last. The only person I saw on a regular basis was IV, and he lacked the capacity for most “normal” human emotions. My hope for a decent relationship was swiftly dwindling.
As time passed, I grew tired of IV’s sadistic whims. By then, I’d acquired enough scars in the bedroom to match the ones I’d picked up from work and training. Each time I bandaged or disinfected a wound, I told myself that I was insane to continue on like this. The pleasure just wasn’t enough to match the grief he caused me. I doubted anything could make him change.

“What the fuck did you say?!”
The slap stung so hard, I could feel tears pooling in the corner of my eye. I rubbed my cheek softly, feeling the heat from where his hand had connected with flesh. A crescent moon shone through the open window, its glow dulled by the room’s bright lights. I watched silently as IV paced the floor. He was growling and mumbling unintelligible words, his hands clenched into fists. Eventually, he stopped and turned to face me; I braced myself for his blow. But instead he simply shouted, “Didn’t I tell you I can’t give you what you’re looking for?”
“I’m not looking for anything! I just wanted—”
“You lie!” he whispered. His fingers gingerly touched the sore spot where he had slapped me. “I can see it in your face. Your eyes, they betray you.” Again, he drew his hand back and let fly, striking the same cheek.
I winced as the pain flared up, but stood my ground. “Look, all I suggested is that we take it easy tonight. You know, no hitting, no biting, no rushing away once we’re finished—just nice and peaceful for once. Just for once.”
IV's eyes were brimming with rage; I felt I would melt from the heat of his glare. But after a moment he threw up his arms and said, “Fine! I'll let you treat me gently tonight. But don't get used to it because tonight is all you're getting.”
I was surprised that he'd let me have my way so easily. As I held him in my arms and slowly made love to him, I was almost certain that he would fight me. But IV was true to his word. Every touch was a soft one; every kiss was kind and gentle. After we finished, I even fell asleep with him in my arms. For that one night, I finally had what I wanted.
When I woke the next morning, he was gone. I found a poorly-scrawled note left on the bedside table: IT'S OVER. As I stared at the writing, I rubbed my eyes and tried to piece together what I was feeling. I had never been in love with IV, yet my heart ached like I had lost an important part of myself. For the life of me, I didn't know why. It had only been casual sex. That's all I had ever experienced in my life.
That morning after I washed up, I shaved off my goatee and cut my hair shorter than it had ever been. I gathered what little possessions I had and left the dojo for good. There was simply nothing there for me anymore.

[[end of chapter three]]
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