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Aishiteru	By : LadyDorian Category: +G through L > Generator Rex Views: 2605 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Four.
We carried on this way for months. Rex would come by late at night, the two of us would have sex, fall asleep, and once the morning alarm rang, he’d wander back to his room like a bleary-eyed zombie. This pattern became so familiar, it was hard to imagine a night without Rex sleeping soundly in my arms, though I insistently told myself I only held him close to keep him from stealing the covers.
Knight and Holiday were still in the dark about us, and Rex assured me that Bobo was dense enough to believe any lies as to his nightly whereabouts. But I didn’t entirely care. I was done worrying about being discovered. As long as Rex continued to give his body to me, the world could go fuck itself. After all, this life was only temporary.
So, I grew content to let the days pass, waiting patiently for the end. And even though there was seemingly no end in sight, I convinced myself that the time would indeed come when Rex would throw me away. My mind kept emphasizing how much of a relief it would be—how I wouldn’t miss any of it.
Because from the start, this had all been a mistake. Just an ongoing mistake that would eventually correct itself.

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I’m dangerously close to cumming, but I fight it with everything I’ve got. Rex’s nails scrape the flesh from my back, the stinging pain a wonderful accompaniment to the warm, blissful pressure around my cock. We've fucked every night this week, but right now my desire for him is insatiable. His insides feel amazingly good, his voice insanely sexy as he calls out my name: “Six, Six...harder...”
Our sweat-slicked bodies slide against one another with ease. I dip my head down and begin sucking on his neck. Rex moans loudly as I suck harder, drawing the tender skin into my mouth and biting down, not caring what kind of marks I leave. Rex's voice only grows louder as I continue to kiss below his jaw. He nudges my head to the side and starts to lick at my earlobe, taking the nub in his teeth and gently tugging on it. I pull back slightly, my lips searching for his wanton mouth. Our kisses are deep and wet, and I can feel the throbbing in my cock each time our tongues flit across one another.
My hips move slowly; I want to feel each bump and ridge inside him. The pleasure is maddening and always leaves me wanting more. I grab his shoulders and push him down, ripping his hands from my back. With Rex pinned beneath me, I'm granted a lovely view of his young body: his flesh shimmers in the light, his chest heaves, his face is flushed. I lick my lips.
I withdraw my cock just enough to swing Rex's leg over to the side. I guide him onto his knees in front of me and then swiftly pull him backwards, so that he's sitting on my lap with his back against my chest. He gasps at the sudden change in position. “Ahhhhh...Six…”
My left arm slithers around his waist, forcing his hips back with a series of sharp tugs. I take his cock in my right hand, stroking it gently. Rex begins to move on his own, thrusting into my touch. I loosen my grip, allowing the shaft to just graze my fingertips. It’s almost criminal how much joy I get from teasing him.
He moans my name over and over, like some tantric mantra. I feel his hand grasp my own, guiding it back to encircle his engorged cock. So impatient, I smile to myself as I rub him faster. Though I’m not sure how much longer I can last myself. I’m already struggling to hold back as Rex grinds into my lap. His ass is twitching so intensely, I wish I could fuck him for hours.
Rex’s hand on mine, we jerk his erection until he breathlessly exclaims, “Six…I’m cumming!” I cup my hand around the head of his cock the moment he orgasms; the warm semen hits my palm and begins to dribble through my fingers. I quickly raise it to my face, sucking down the majority of his thick, salty essence. The rest I offer to Rex, whose head is lolling on my shoulder, trying to recover from his release. He takes two fingers into his mouth, bathing them with his tongue and making little slurping noises as he sucks off the last of his own juices. I can feel his chest heaving and his heart pounding through his back. My desire takes control.
My nails dig into his hips, forcing him up and down in a frenzied grind. The moist heat around my cock feels too good. I sink my teeth into the nape of Rex’s neck, but it does little to silence my moans. “Mmmm…Rex…Rex…aahhnn…” I cry his name as I move faster and deeper, thrusting wildly as my arms encircle him. “Rex…nnnhh…cumming…” At last, I explode in a fit of passion, pouring every last drop of myself into him.
I embrace Rex tightly, resting my chin on his shoulder. My chest aches with every breath, my lungs drown in the scent of sweat and semen that has come to define us. We're both trembling, trying to shake off the haze of lust that surrounds us like a blanket. Unable to hang on any longer, I allow my tired arms to drop to my sides; Rex slumps forward, face-down onto the pillows.
My legs cry out in pain from kneeling with the weight of Rex on top of me. I struggle to move, and finally manage to stretch out onto my back, pins and needles stinging my calves as the blood rushes back to my extremities. Breathing heavily, I close my eyes. Sex with Rex is some of the best I've ever had—the kind that makes my muscles twitch and leaves my limbs feeling like jelly. I open my eyes and lazily reach over for the box of tissues on the table to my left. After snatching a few, I turn slightly and pass the box to Rex.
His eyes are glazed over, lips parted as he struggles to breathe. He takes the tissues from me with an unsteady hand. “So, tell me,” he pants, “which is the real Six? The stoic Providence agent...or the passionate lover?”
“Maybe...” I gasp, “A little of each.”
With a low groan, Rex heaves himself off the bed and begins to clean the mess from his lower regions. I watch the workings of his muscular back while wiping the remnants of our encounter from my cock. “Really? Coulda fooled me.” He pauses, reaching for some more tissues. “I mean, you're just so cold and serious all the time.”
I could give Rex a million reasons as to why I act the way I do, but I remind myself that private matters are best kept to oneself. Instead, I force a thin smile, balling up my tissues and tossing them into the nearby wastebasket. I imagine I'll always find these post-sex conversations awkward.
Rex disposes of his tissues and climbs into bed. The covers lie in a heap at our feet, the two of us still too hot and sweaty to have much use for them. “Y'know, Six,” he continues, “I honestly never thought I'd get this far with you.”
“That makes two of us.”
“I guess that just goes to show how awesomely irresistible I am.” Laughing, he turns on his side to face me. “Yep, I'm the Sex Ninja, and you are merely my geisha!”
I can't help but chuckle at his bold proclamation. “Isn't that the other way around, geisha?”
“Eh, whatever.” He flops down onto his back, gazing at the dim lights overhead. His face takes on a more somber appearance. “Seriously, though, getting through to you was like digging through a brick wall with a spoon. It's like you had this force field that just deflected all forms of flirting. I didn’t know what else to do to get to you.” He turns and fixes me with an innocent smile. “You always said I should figure out what I want and then find a way to make it happen. Though I'm still surprised you didn't kill me that first time.”
Yeah, so am I, kid, I think. I could've done it with one finger and still have made it look like an accident.
Rex laughs, “Man, you have no idea how nervous I was that night. I got butterflies in my stomach every time I thought about kissing you.”
“You could've fooled me,” I smile.
He nudges closer, pressing his body against mine. I stretch out my arm beneath him, allowing him to rest his head on my shoulder. Rex's hot breaths hit the side of my neck as he presses his lips beside my ear and whispers, “Te amo, Six.”
“Rex, I don't speak Spanish.”
“I know,” he replies, nestling deeper into my neck. Soon, he's fast asleep, his snores muffled by my flesh. I stare blankly at the ceiling until I feel I can no longer keep my eyes open.
What Rex doesn’t know is that ever since I’d picked him up as an orphan in Mexico all those years ago, I’d taken it upon myself to learn some of his language. It was rather easy, too, as I was already fluent in Japanese, French and Mandarin. So, when Rex spoke those words to me that night, I understood him all too clearly.
Just what is he thinking, telling me he loves me? I turn that question over in my head, but no matter how I look at it, I can’t find the answer. What does someone his age know of love anyway? To youth, love is just an ideological delusion of flowers and rainbows and happiness. But I know the truth behind it all. I know the pain that comes with falling for someone, having to face disappointment over and over again. “Love” can only make things more complicated than they already are.
It’s then that I realize I can no longer hide behind my idle excuses for inaction. Rex doesn’t intend to end things with me; his naïve notions of love will keep him hanging on indefinitely. I’m going to have to be the one to step up and put a stop to this.
“Te amo, Six.”
I’m furious with myself for letting things get so out of hand. I try meditating to calm my mind, but my body is shaking too hard for me to focus.
“Come on, Six! Just once—it’ll be real quick, I promise!”
“I said no, Rex. Not tonight.” I ignore his annoyed pleas and proceed to disrobe, letting my stained jacket slip to the floor. The EVO we’d fought tonight had left a slimy film over everything it had come in contact with. I’m dying to scrub the goo from my skin. “This week has been exhausting.”
I had been fortunate enough that immediately after I’d decided to end things with Rex, we’d been hit with an onslaught of EVO activity. I had been more than happy to use our frequent battles as an excuse for being too tired for sex. Rex had accepted defeat at first, but after three days he refuses to hear it anymore. He follows close behind me, tugging at my shirtsleeve.
“If not tonight, then when?”
I acknowledge him without turning around. “I don’t know.”
Silence permeates the room; Rex brushes his fingertips against my back—a touch so light, it causes me to shiver. His arms creep around me, his fingers trace my own, making to help me undress. My heart thumps so loudly, I’m afraid Rex will be able to hear it. I take a deep breath and try to calm my nerves. If I let him continue, I won’t be able to stop myself. Hadn’t I vowed to end this once and for all?
I fling his hands from me and spin around. “Stop it, Rex! I said I’m too tired to fuck around with you!”
His face shows no signs of remorse. “What the hell, Six? Why are you acting like such a dick all of a sudden?”
“You can’t always get your way,” I tell him, removing my shades and fixing him with an icy cold stare.
“But I need you, Six!”
“What you need is a shower and some sleep.”
“OK, fine then!” Rex pushes past me and tears the covers off the bed, throwing himself onto the mattress fully clothed. His red jacket is the only splash of color in a sea of gray. “We don’t have to screw. We can just go to bed.”
My eyes are immediately drawn to the translucent gloop clinging to Rex’s clothes. The more I stare at it, the more I’m reminded of all the times I’ve helped cover him with an entirely different kind of fluid. My cock stirs at the thought; I need to get away from him. Quickly, I turn and head for the bathroom, shouting behind me, “Rex, go back to your room and clean yourself up.”
“But, Six—”
“No. Just leave,” I sigh, slapping the Door Close switch and engaging the locking mechanism. Outside, Rex hurls a string of obscenities at me—some English, some Spanish. As I stand and listen to his verbal assault, I notice that my hands are trembling. This whole confrontation has me distressed; I tell myself how much of a fool I am for allowing Rex to have such power over me.
Eyes closed, I rest my head against the door and hope that when I leave, the room will be empty. There isn't much else I can do.
Silence greets me as I exit the bathroom. I stand in the doorway, clutching the towel around my waist as if guarding my nether regions from sudden attack. But Rex is not there. I glance around the room several times, but the scene doesn’t change; I’m completely alone.
It’s long past midnight by now. I hang my towel on a nearby hook and slowly climb into bed, distancing myself from the spots where Rex’s EVO slime has dampened the sheets. Since I owned zero pairs of pajamas, I used to wear my suit to bed, but ever since Rex started spending the night I’ve grown accustomed to sleeping nude. Although the bed feels uncommonly cold, I refuse to put any clothes on. Clutching the blankets around me does little to help.
I shut my eyes and try to sleep, but memories of Rex keep floating through my mind. His smile, his voice, his body—it almost feels like he’d never left. My hands move of their own accord; my fingers wrap around my stiffening cock and tiredly begin to stroke it.
How pathetic, I tell myself, you can’t even stop thinking of him for one minute.
Long before morning breaks, I'm awakened from my fitful sleep by the familiar sound of the door sliding open. I crack open one eye, but the world around me is pitch black. When I hear the fwoosh of the door closing, I carefully reach for the katana on my side table. Then, I wait. Footsteps slowly approach; I hear the rustling of moving clothing. Closer, closer; I stay deathly still, waiting for the right moment. Fingers graze the covers by my shoulder, and that’s when I attack.
I lunge forward, grabbing the stranger’s hand and pinning it to the bed. My katana springs open, and I press the blade against his throat.
“Calm down, Six! It’s just me!”
Even in the darkest night, I could pick out that voice with ease. “Rex?” I tear my blade away, quickly retracting it into its handle. Tossing it to the side, I fumble for the light switch. As my eyes adjust to the sudden brightness, I see Rex lying on his back, gazing up at me with fearful eyes. His hand grasps the part of his neck I had almost severed. “What the hell were you thinking?!”
“Right, sorry. I forgot you were a full-time ninja.” The bed creaks as he pulls himself into a sitting position. “Thanks for not killing me, by the way.”
I gather the sheets around my waist as I sit up, leaning my back against the headboard. “Just what are you doing sneaking around in here, anyway?”
Rex toys with the hem of his white t-shirt, twisting it around in his fingers. “I just—” His bottom lip trembles as he tries to get his words out. “I wanted to say I’m sorry for earlier. I acted like a selfish jerk. I really should’ve been more respectful of your feelings.”
Why the hell couldn’t he just wait until tomorrow to tell me? I want to express my annoyance with him, but I’m too stunned by his sudden burst of maturity. In all honesty, though I had been trying to drive him away at first, I’d ended up being hurt by his anger. His unexpected apology is like a bandage on my heart.
Amidst the silence between us, Rex reaches out and places a hand against my face. His touch is warm and inviting; I want to close my eyes and fall into a deep slumber. “Please, I don’t want us to fight anymore.” He leans in and softly presses his lips against mine. The kiss is quick and light, but I can still feel the heat from his body long after he pulls away. Our eyes lock for a moment, and my chest begins to ache from loneliness. Despite my better judgment, I want him beside me.
Before I have the chance to speak, Rex rises from the bed and starts walking toward the door. “I know you’re tired, so I’ll let you get some sleep now. Sorry for waking you.” He waves behind him. “See you in the morning, Six.”
I’m frozen in place—throat dry, lungs burning, heart pounding—wanting to move yet trapped inside my own shell. I fight to speak, just one word that could change everything.
“Stay.”
Rex turns at the sound of my creaking voice, a surprised look on his face. Slowly, his mouth curls into a smile.

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