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Loveless	By : LadyDorian Category: +G through L > Generator Rex Views: 1682 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Dos
- 3-IV
- 4-Knight
- 5-Rex
- 3
- 4
- 5
Knight.
I wandered like a ronin for some time after leaving the dojo, taking what jobs I could, never staying in one place for too long and trying my best to avoid old acquaintances. On the occasions I did run into other members of the Kurohana, the meetings were awkward at best. Relations between us had been strained long before I left. IV was impossible to handle, Tré was inept at anything that didn’t require the use of fists, and Five and Dos had never really gotten along. Throughout it all, I had been neutral, watching and waiting for the team to slowly fall apart. Whenever I began to think of them, I had to remind myself that they were only faces from my past. What I wanted was a new life.
As desperate as I was for money, I took on jobs that would have been considered suicide even to the most hardened soldiers. Daring thefts, high-profile assassinations—I was one of the few that could pull them off without drawing suspicion to my clients. I was skilled at moving in shadow; they called me the Green Ninja. There wasn’t a crime boss or guerrilla leader that didn’t want my services.
One day, I was hired by a well-known politician to execute a rival member of the ruling party. I would have to infiltrate a heavily-guarded mansion and make it appear like a robbery gone bad. Though I assured my client I could handle the task alone, he insisted that I take his personal bodyguard with me as backup. He introduced me to a tall, muscular man with a weathered face and mousy brown hair.
I fell for him the minute I gazed into those pale gray eyes.
His name was Robert McKnight, but he preferred simply being called “Knight.” He was ex-military, though the loss of two toes on his left foot had earned him a medical discharge. Knight thought the injury to be insignificant; he would always say, “As long as I can still pull a trigger, I can still fight.”
“Pulling a trigger” was putting it lightly. Knight was the best goddamn sharpshooter I had ever seen. He wielded each of his hand-assembled weapons with deadly accuracy. During our first mission, he’d managed to take out the majority of the mansion’s guards before I’d even entered the building. We cleared the place out in record time, without so much as a single slip-up or careless mistake. The two of us working together reached a level of efficiency my former team could have only dreamed of achieving. The rush of adrenaline I felt each time I saw some poor fool drop from one of Knight’s bullets was as intense as any orgasm I’d experienced. It was almost like we were meant to be together. Knight must have felt the same, because later that evening, as I was briefing our client on the success of the mission, he casually interrupted, “All you need to know is Six and I, we were fucking unstoppable out there. Just imagine what we could do if we were full-time partners.”
A smirk crept across my client’s face. “Is that so? Well, who am I to argue?” And with that, he offered me a job and a room. I graciously accepted.
In the years we worked together, I learned much about Knight. He took his job seriously, though he still had a sense of humor and often enjoyed telling jokes. He was a fan of Arthurian legends, a romantic at heart. He had an impeccable memory, never once forgetting my birthday. I came to depend on him during many missions and even considered him my equal. More than that, I thought of him as a friend. I found myself smiling a lot more when I was around him, flirting every chance I could get. He was impossible not to like.
At the time we met, I had been living my life with reckless passion, much like IV had. Among some mercenary groups I had even earned the nickname “Sex in Green Shades.” But once Knight came into the picture, I knew there was no one else with whom I wanted to be. It should have been easy for me to put the moves on him like I had done to countless men before, yet I felt constantly trapped in a fearful state of inactivity. I wanted more than just a one-night stand. So for years I pined for him, waiting for the moment when I would find enough courage to reveal my feelings.
We were carrying out a job in Brussels when the Nanite Event occurred. I remember the earth trembling and the air around us growing warmer. A wave of light spilled over the horizon, consuming everything in its path. My vision went black. When I regained consciousness, I saw Knight kneeling over me, calling my name and gently shaking me. We paced back and forth on the rooftop of an abandoned building, cursing wildly and asking ourselves what we should do. Once we found our composure, the two of us fought our way back home, slicing through the monsters that appeared. We witnessed people and animals instantly mutating before our eyes, while others writhed about, slowly losing their humanity. And from that point on, the horrors only grew worse.
When we entered our employer’s mansion, we were greeted with a scene of carnage. The ruthless politician had transformed into a slender, ape-like abomination and was currently in the process of devouring several of the staff. When one of his many bloodshot eyes trained upon us, he abandoned his pile of limbs and entrails and charged, seeking out fresh meat. I drew my katana and ended his misery with a single swing.
Fleeing our former residence, we sought refuge in one of my old safehouses. For nearly a week straight, we kept a vigilant watch, alternating shifts so that one of us was awake at all times. We were both terrified by the events occurring around us. I could see it in Knight’s face—his trembling brow, twitching muscles—he was on the verge of a breakdown. No amount of training could have ever prepared me for this, but I hid my fear as best I could. I had to be brave for Knight. I vowed to protect him at all costs.
“Six, you gotta do me a favor, pal,” Knight asked one evening. “If I ever start to turn into one of those creatures, I want you to kill me. Understand?”
The prospect of having to kill my closest friend deeply disturbed me, but out of respect I agreed to his request. Back then, we didn’t know if a cure was even possible. We wouldn’t find out for some years to come.
It took several months for things to settle down. By then, scientists all over the world were looking into the cause of the sudden mutations, and had even formed an organization to deal with the genetic freaks. They called it Providence. With it came the prospect of a return to normalcy. For the first time in a long while, I felt a spark of hope for the future.
Then I received a call from Five, informing me of One’s condition.
“He’s changing, love.” Her voice trembled ever so slightly. “He won’t admit it, but you can see it in his face. And—and he’s growing scales. The four of us are trying to figure out what to do. Who knows how long he can hold out?”
I left my partner and rushed back to the dojo, to be by One’s side. He welcomed me with open arms, like I was the prodigal son that had finally returned. The others, however, treated me like an outcast. Five was the only one of the group who would speak to me. “It means a lot to One that you’ve come back,” she told me in private. “He’s missed you terribly.”
But I didn’t stay there for long. I knew that I had to find a cure for One. I did some research into Providence, gathering all the information I could about its mission and what it could do for these EVOs, as they were calling them. I located a recruitment office and contacted Knight, asking him to join the organization with me. In my mind, it was the only choice I had. I would’ve done anything to help my master.
As I left to meet Knight, I knew in my heart that I was doing the right thing. A few months before my 32nd birthday, I became a full-fledged Providence agent.

“Did you see that thing’s head pop? It was like a fuckin’ pimple, I tell ya!”
We stumbled through the door after an evening of partying, Knight’s arm slung around my shoulder. He was smashed; the stench of alcohol seemed to seep out of every pore. I struggled just to keep him on his feet. “I know, I was there,” I replied, a hint of annoyance in my voice. “Or did the alcohol make you forget already?”
Knight laughed, “C’mon, Six—‘s all in fun. Don’t be such a buzzkill.”
As the commanding officer of our unit, Knight had given us permission to grab some drinks at one of his favorite local bars after a particularly satisfying battle. We’d managed to capture several insectoid EVO specimens for the lab, and had made quick work of the rest of the hive. Everyone was in the mood for celebration. Knight certainly didn’t need an excuse, though. He’d been an aficionado of alcohol for as long as I’d known him. In our early days, we’d spent many nights out at various locales, Knight downing Scotch and beer while I sipped Tequila. I never drank to the point of intoxication, though, out of fear of what secrets I might let slip. I was determined to keep my emotions guarded.
Knight almost always left the bar with a woman, to my chagrin. He didn’t have a “type,” he just liked them all, though he never seemed to like the same one twice. Those times, I would tame my jealous anger by prowling for a man to keep me occupied. But that night, the establishment was devoid of the opposite sex. Knight still held out hope, drinking until closing time, long after the rest of our company had gone back to base. We were left alone together, searching for a hotel to crash in, as neither of us was fit to drive. The only room I could find was a sleazy hole-in-the-wall with one double bed and a tattered chair beside a lopsided bureau. So much for a decent night’s sleep, I thought. I helped Knight over to the bed and tried to lay him down easy, but his dead weight slipped from my arms and he landed with a thud. The bedsprings squealed beneath him.
“Thanks, pal.” He closed his eyes and began kicking at his boots, trying to get them off. I sighed and moved to assist him.
“Just so you know, you’re paying me for your half of this hellhole as soon as you wake up.” I tugged at his triple-knotted laces, eventually giving up and just yanking the boots off.
“I know I know,” he mumbled. He yawned and turned onto his side.
I sighed and removed my shades, rubbing my tired eyes and muttering, “Damn drunk.” I placed them on top of the bureau along with my gloves. Next, I carefully unhooked the katana from my back and laid it across the chair. Knight was already asleep and snoring. I walked over and sat on the bed beside him. Though he was still fully dressed, he looked comfortable with his arms folded in front of him and his legs drawn into his chest. His lips were slightly parted.
I envied him at that moment. I wanted to be able to rest as easily, without constantly feeling like the weight of the world was on my shoulders. The daily struggles of fighting EVOs and fighting my own feelings were wearing me out. I needed some warmth; I needed comfort.
With trembling hands, I reached out and gently brushed my fingers across his cheek. He stirred slightly, rolling onto his back. When I was certain that he was still asleep, I cautiously leaned over and brought my face closer to his, until I could feel the heat from his breath against my flesh. His mouth was calling out to me; I wanted so badly to taste it. I asked myself what the hell I was doing, but my mind told me to keep going. Isn’t this the moment you’ve been waiting for? There were no intrusive Providence surveillance cameras, no late-night emergency missions. We were closer than ever—in the same bed, even—so what was holding me back? It would have been so easy to rouse him with a kiss, whisper my feelings to him. The two of us would make love and fall asleep in each others’ arms. Our lips were almost touching; all it would take was just a few more centimeters.
But I froze. My heart began pounding, my stomach churning. What if he’s repulsed by me? What if he accuses me of taking advantage of him in this state? Or worse, if something were to happen between us, what if he regrets it or blames it solely on his intoxication?
Can I stand to face whatever the morning will bring?
The weight in my chest was unbearable. I pulled away from him, blinking back tears. I just couldn’t do it. I was a pathetic coward.
I rushed into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. My eyes stung with guilt and frustration. I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the shower, hoping the heat and steam would clear my mind. The water cascaded through my hair and over my aching muscles. Tired fingers massaged my head, yet I couldn’t stop thinking of Knight outside, sleeping peacefully without the slightest idea of what I felt for him. He was the object of my love and my lust; would I ever be able to tell him so?
And what if I had done it? I closed my eyes and imagined how my lips would feel pressed against Knight’s. In my mind, his mouth is warm and inviting; I flick my tongue across his teeth. When I draw back, his eyes are open and he’s smiling at me.
I took my fingers into my mouth and lightly sucked on them.
He’s smiling at me now. He cups my face in his calloused palm, whispering my name. “Six.” With a gentle pull, he draws me in for another kiss, his tongue swirling around mine.
My heart was beating faster; I could feel its pounding as my hands moved down my chest.
But kissing isn’t enough. We want each other so badly, we’re practically tearing at our clothes. I begin to strip off his combat suit, exposing his broad shoulders and muscular upper body. His chest hair is thick and dark; I bend down and rub my face in it, inhaling the intoxicating musk of his sweat. I can feel the bulge straining at his pants as I unzip his fly and slip my hand inside. The heat from his crotch radiates through my fingers and up the entire length of my arm. Fuck, it feels amazing—so thick and meaty—I can’t wait to get my lips around it. Impatiently, I unbuckle his belt and yank his pants off, exposing every inch of his tantalizing flesh.
I begin at his feet, twirling my tongue between the cracks of his toes, then sucking each one gently. Tracing the scars on his calves, I travel upward along the inside of his leg until I’ve finally reached my prize. He lets out a sharp gasp as my lips brush against his balls. I take one of the soft spheres into my mouth. It tastes so good, sweet and salty at the same time. After sucking on it for a while, I release him and move to his cock, licking him from base to tip.
Knight isn’t about to lie back and let me have full control, though. His fingers grasp the shoulders of my vest and tug, pulling it over my head. I assist him by removing my shirt and pants. Soon, we’re both completely naked, lying side-by-side on the bed. He climbs on top of me; his swollen cock presses against mine, his precum dripping onto my abdomen. I reach out and place my hand on it, rubbing our engorged erections together. Knight hums and leans in for a quick kiss. His voice is heady and sultry in my ear: “I’m going to make you feel so good.” He licks his way down my neck and across my chest, to one of my nipples. His wet tongue teases the bud until it becomes stiff.
I bit the inside of my cheek in an attempt to stifle my moans. When I pinched my nipples, I could feel the sparks travel all the way down to my cock. Fuck, I just couldn’t resist touching myself whenever I thought of him. I continued on with my fantasy:
His lips are on the move, inching lower and lower. They graze the crest of my hip, then creep along my inner thigh. My whole body shivers as he covers my cock in soft, wet kisses. Unable to resist, I gaze down to watch him work. We lock eyes as he slowly opens his mouth.
I couldn’t tell if my cock was slick from the shower or from pure excitement. I grasped it tightly, stroking as I thought of Knight sucking me.
He flicks the very tip of his tongue across the head several times before swallowing the entire length. I clutch at his golden-brown hair, tugging him closer, wanting him to devour every piece of me. But after a few languid thrusts, he pulls away. I groan in disappointment as the cool air hits my damp, throbbing erection. Knight shoots me a devious smile. His hands creep beneath my ass, and slowly he begins to raise my hips. I assist him by grabbing my ankles and pulling until I’m bent in half, eagerly anticipating his next move. His breath is hot on my thighs; his tongue slips into my crack, gently sweeping over my hungry entrance.
With one hand, I reached behind me and slid a finger between my cheeks, pressing gently on the tiny pucker that resided there.
My heart is racing; I’m barely able to control my wanton moans. Knight bathes my hole in warm saliva; I can feel it dripping down my back. He sucks lovingly on the center before prying it open with his tongue. I cry out as the very tip enters me, sending delightful shivers down my spine. He moves it in a tight circle, just barely dipping below the surface. As I beg him to go deeper, he reaches for my cock, stroking it vigorously. He’ll make me cum before he’s even had a chance to penetrate me.
I traced around the ring several times while I continued jerking off, imagining my partner’s hands and mouth pleasuring me from every which way. The feeling was so amazing, it made my legs tremble. I wanted more.
Finally, Knight listens to my pleas and withdraws his tongue, taking a finger and massaging the slick, softened hole. I gasp as I feel it begin to sink inside me. He’s in all the way up to the knuckle in no time. I implore him to add another finger and he complies, making a snide comment about me being so greedy.
I unwrapped a bar of soap that I found inside the tub and started to lather up my fingers. Placing a foot up on the edge, I closed my eyes and wriggled two digits inside, ignoring the dull burning sensation. With a hand still on my cock, I began pumping in and out slowly.
His fingers are fucking me deeper and harder. They twist around, caressing my prostate. I’ve reached my limit; I release my ankles and desperately try to pull away from him. “Fuck me—fuck me now!” I wriggle beneath him like a helpless, suffocating fish. Knight grins and drops my lower half to the bed. I’m almost too exhausted to move, but with his help I manage to pull myself onto my hands and knees. Knight maneuvers behind me, his strong arms wrapping around my waist as he presses into me. His head pierces my entrance and continues sliding, sliding until all of him is buried deep inside. His long cock fills me up to the point of bursting. I groan in pleasure as he fucks me, his hips moving at a steady pace.
My body was feeling so good, I added a third finger, moving faster than before.
His hand strokes my cock in rhythm with his thrusts. I can barely hold myself back. My moans come out in between ragged gasps; my heart is pounding out of my chest. He holds me close against him, kissing the back of my neck. His tongue sweeps across my ear. “Six,” he whispers, “I just couldn’t stop myself from falling in love with you.”
That’s when I came—hard—ass twitching and cum splattering the tile. Taking several deep breaths, I eased my fingers out of myself. The water was growing cold; I shivered and shut off the tap, not caring how clean or dirty I was.
Steam hung thick in the air outside the shower. After drying off, I wiped the fog from the mirror above the sink and took a long look at the man reflected in the glass. How many times have I done this? I asked myself. I was stockpiling fantasies about my friend and partner while allowing reality to slip away from me. How could I ever bring my desires to life if I couldn’t even bring myself to kiss him? The familiar tears came back to cloud my eyes. Fuck, what the hell was wrong with me? I was a Kurohana. We didn’t cry, we had the courage and physical strength to overcome anything, even hopeless love. How could I let this man have such power over me?
And what about Knight? How could he be so stupidly oblivious to my feelings? I angrily gripped the edge of the sink, face burning with rage. I was so desperate to blame someone else for my own failings, that for one brief moment I focused all of my hatred on the only friend I had. I really was pathetic.
Though it took a while, I eventually calmed down. When I gazed into the mirror, I saw that my eyes were tinged with red. My head ached, but inside I felt completely numb. “I’m a Kurohana,” I whispered as I stared at my reflection. “I never let emotions get in my way.” It was time I practiced what I had been taught all those years ago at the dojo. I needed to stop being so emotionally reckless.
If I couldn’t have Knight, then I would simply have to bury my feelings for him deep inside of me where they could never again see the light of day. It would take some time, but eventually they would fade like my intense desire for One had. And on the outside, I would project an air of calm indifference. I’d go along with his drinking and partying, act like the slick, cold killer that everyone thought me to be. Fuck, I’d even let him think I was into women if that’s what it took to convince myself and the world that I didn’t want him. No one would ever be able to see the truth. The façade would slowly become reality.
And it would all just fade away.
I dressed quietly and exited the bathroom. Knight was snoring loudly, probably dreaming of alcohol and women. I snatched my shades from the bureau and put them on, my hands heavy with disappointment. Then, I took a seat in the corner of the room and watched the man I loved sleep, peacefully indifferent to the world around him.
Eventually, I gave in to fatigue and let the calming darkness overtake me. My sleep was a deep and dreamless one. When I woke, Knight was standing over me with a smile on his face, telling me it was time to get back to base. We left the hotel and made the long drive back, Knight chattering the entire way as I sat in silence and gazed out the window. Life went on like it always had.

[[end of chapter four]]
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