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Aishiteru	By : LadyDorian Category: +G through L > Generator Rex Views: 2605 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
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Seven.
“Doc! Holiday! We need your help, stat! We—oof!” Rex shuts his mouth temporarily and rubs the spot on his ribs where I had just jabbed my elbow. “What’d you do that for?”
“You’re not helping the situation, Rex.” In fact, I had specifically told him several times on the ride back not to cause a scene, though he probably hadn’t heard me over his frantic apologies and incessant worrying. His frenzied outbursts have already drawn the gaze of several lab technicians. They stop dead in their tracks and stare inquisitively; a few run off shouting for Holiday. I groan. As if the sight of two bruised and bloodied men limping around didn’t attract enough attention. “And you don’t need to hold me up, Rex, I can walk just fine. It’s not my legs that are injured.”
Frowning, he removes his arm from around my waist. “But what if you’ve lost too much blood? You’re not feeling dizzy, are you?”
“I’m fine, really. I’ve told you about ten times that it’s just a minor flesh wound. The pain isn’t even that excruciating.” In the distance, I can hear the hurried tapping of heels on linoleum. Holiday appears from around a corner of one of the lab’s large machines, nearby technicians pointing her in our direction. When she sees our sorry state, she nearly snaps her clipboard in half.
“Six?! Rex?! What the hell happened?!”
I flash her a smile, though with the pain I’m experiencing at the moment, it’s more like a wince. “Lover’s quarrel,” I explain calmly.
“Six started it,” Rex chimes in.
She heaves an exasperated sigh. “Do I even want to ask what the hell you two have gotten yourselves into now?” Her hand moves to massage her forehead. “I swear I can’t leave you out of my sight for a minute!”
“I can tell you about it after you patch me up. OK?” I gesture to my shoulder for emphasis.
Holiday is not amused. “Dammit, Six! I’m a biomechanical engineer, not a surgeon! We have an infirmary here—”
“I don’t trust my well-being to just anyone, Rebecca.” I smile to myself. I know that calling Holiday by her first name is a surefire way to get her to acquiesce to any of my requests. “Please, it won’t even take long.”
“Yeah, and we don’t wanna have to explain this more than once,” Rex adds, wiping at the bloodstains on his shirt.
Holiday stares at the two of us for a moment, an irritated look on her face. “Fine,” she breathes, “let’s make this quick.” She turns. “Six, follow me. Rex, go back to your room and clean yourself up.”
“But, Doc…” Rex whines, hurrying along behind us.
Angrily, she spins around. “I mean it, Rex! I don’t need you pacing around like a nervous wreck, distracting me.”
With my uninjured arm, I strip off my tie and toss it to him. “Rex, do you think you could keep busy by doing some laundry and maybe straightening up the room for us?”
He nods. “Should I wash the sheets, too?”
“SIX!!! Let’s move it!” Holiday grabs the sleeve of my jacket and tugs hard; my arm feels like it’s about to tear off.
As we walk away, Rex yells out, “OK, I’ll be back soon! Don’t worry, Six! You’re in good hands!”
Shit, I hope so, I tell myself.
She takes me to a small corner in the back of the lab where a solitary hospital bed is set up behind a curtain partition. There are several glass-paneled cabinets on the wall with various medical supplies inside. Holiday neatly sifts through the contents for some basic tools: surgical gloves, shears, sutures, gauze and cotton balls, tape, a syringe, and some bottles of sterile water and anesthetic. She ushers me onto the bed, and begins to cut off my stained jacket and shirt. We remain silent as she cleans the blood from my skin, wiping carefully across my chest with antiseptic-soaked cotton balls. I try not to show how much pain I’m feeling as she starts to irrigate the gash in my shoulder, but she must see my body tense up, because she stops to ask, “Feeling ok?” All the anger is gone from her voice, replaced by a tone of genuine concern.
“I’ll survive,” I grumble, resisting the urge to curse Rex under my breath. I guess I deserve this after all, I reason.
Holiday injects some anesthetic around the wound, and then reaches for her sutures. “Just so you know, I’ve only ever done this on a dead frog before, so don’t get mad if I leave a scar.”
“Don’t worry,” I smile, “it’ll be a fond memory of today.”
“Oh, you mean the day you and Rex nearly killed each other? Let me guess—the shouting match you two had earlier wasn’t enough?”
I watch the thin needle pierce my skin, feeling only a slight pinch. “That seems to be the gist of it.”
“Yeah? Anything else you want to say about it?”
“We argued, fought, and made up. That’s all there is to it.”
She shakes her head, her bun swaying from side-to-side. “You’re a man of few words, Six." Her hands move meticulously, lacing the very edges of the wound together. “And your relationship with Rex?”
“We’ve no intention of breaking it off,” I tell her somberly. “It may be hard for some to accept, but we’re in it for the long run.”
“Hmmmm,” Holiday murmurs. “What if White Knight was to find out?”
“We’ll deal with that when it happens. But I’m not terribly concerned.”
A small smile plays across her face. “Of course. I shouldn’t be surprised.”
“How so?” I gaze at her curiously.
“It’s just that…” She pauses, sighing. “Six…I want to apologize for the way I reacted earlier. Flying off the handle like that—”
“Don’t—” I give her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “It was only natural for you to feel upset.”
“But that’s not like me at all. I just—I mean, I’ve been flirting for years without so much as a rise out of you, but when Rex all of a sudden shows some interest, you can’t jump into bed with him fast enough.” She lets out a nervous laugh. “I was kind of…jealous.”
I feel a twinge of pain in my chest at Holiday’s words. “I’m sorry; this is just who I am.”
She returns to work, hands shaking slightly. “I guess it was my pride that was hurt the most. Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t attracted to women? I would’ve backed off.”
“It’s not something I can just blurt out at random,” I explain. “Besides, I don’t feel it’s anyone’s business to know what I do in my personal life.”
“I see,” she muses. “I just wish you had felt like you could trust me. I always thought the two of us were pretty close.”
I turn my head, unable to look at her. All I can manage in response is a weak “Sorry.” I truly am a terrible person, having hurt my closest friends like this. I only hope Holiday can forgive me like Rex had.
I feel the tug of the needle through my flesh. Holiday sighs. “Well, I guess I can’t be too angry with you. I was the one too dense to put the pieces together. It was inevitable, after all.”
“What was?” I turn to see her staring at me with a warm smile.
“You and Rex falling for each other. I remember how indifferent you were when he first began working with us, but the two of you seemed to grow closer each day. You weren’t just partners, you were friends—family almost.” Her grin becomes wider. “I can see how much you love him. You always loved him in a way.”
I return her smile. Holiday has the uncanny knack for speaking the truth. “You’re right. I love him more now than ever. And the feeling will only grow stronger.”
“Well, Six, I’m happy for the two of you. I can’t picture Rex with a better person.” She finishes her final knot and cuts the line. After tossing out the needle and excess sutures, she tapes some gauze over the newly-stitched skin. “There, good as new. Just don’t do it again.”
“Promise,” I chuckle. I hop down from the bed and surprise her with a hug. “Thank you, Rebecca. You’re a good friend.”
“Hey, knock it off!” Holiday pushes me away, blushing. “Save the display of affection for Rex, ok? Speaking of which, you should probably go track him down before he worries himself into a stupor.”
“Right. Let’s go find him.” But before I can slide the curtain aside, Holiday stops me.
“Oh, Six, wait! One more thing—” She grabs a moist cotton ball and swabs the cut on my face before slapping a bandage on it. “Now you’re good to go. If it hurts, just have Rex kiss it better for you.”
“What’s that?” Holiday and I turn to see Rex brush past the curtain, Bobo beside him. “Am I in trouble or something?”
“Oh, no,” Holiday waves a dismissive hand. “We were just finishing up here.”
“Did you have to bring the monkey?” I ask, raising my eyebrow.
Rex shrugs. “He followed me back when I stopped for some clean clothes.”
“I wanted to see how bad he kicked your ass,” Bobo remarks. “Clearly it wasn’t bad enough.”
I’m about to grab Rex and walk out before I do something stupid, like clock Bobo in his ugly purple face, when Holiday chimes in: “You know, you two really need to treat each other better if you want this to work out.”
“Duly noted,” I reply, tugging Rex away.
“You better take good care of him, Rex,” she adds, winking. “Don’t be selfish; he needs rest and fluids, and I’m not talking about the kind of fluids that come from an injection of your hypodermic needle.”
“Whoaaaaa, Doc! TMI!” Rex holds up his hands. I groan and cover my eyes.
“Yeah, thanks for that mental image,” Bobo complains.
“Oh, and FYI, I like it better when I’m on the bot—”
“Rex! Let’s go!” I drag him from the space before he can say something even stupider. Once we’ve slowed to a walking pace, I place my good arm around his shoulder. Together, we stumble through the lab, slowly making our way to the exit. The lab techs are staring at us again, but their gaze doesn’t bother me. I glance down at Rex. “You’ll help me back to my room, right?”
“Oh, umm, sure.” He looks puzzled. “I thought you said your legs weren’t bothering you.”
“They’re not. I just want to be close to you,” I whisper. “Keep me company, OK?”
Rex smiles, wrapping his arm around me. “Whatever you want, Six. I’m all yours.”
I don’t even wait for the bedroom door to close before drawing him into a kiss. His soft lips yield to mine, our tongues dancing gracefully together as my fingers glide across his cheek, coming to rest in a tangle of dark hair. He moans quietly, arms wrapping around my waist. Rex’s leather gloves stick to the bare skin of my back like glue. There are far too many clothes between us.
I gently drive Rex back against the wall, lips moving south to kiss along his neck. My hands slide under his shirt, palms gliding over taut flesh. His skin prickles beneath my fingertips. He gasps as I travel upwards; my thumbs pause to turn circles over his stiff nipples. The soft touches leave Rex quivering.
“Ahnnn, Six…we should stop…your injury…”
I smirk, my hand moving to grope the bulge in his pants. “You think you’ll be able to stop?” I whisper into his ear. I unzip his fly and slip my hand beneath the elastic of his boxers, grazing the silken skin of his shaft. His cock is already throbbing, the tip slick with precum.
“Y-yeah, sure. I’ll be alright,” he gasps. “Besides, Holiday told me not to be selfish.”
“But she didn’t say I couldn’t be selfish.” I tug on his erection, eliciting moans of pleasure from his lips. “And right now, I want to make love to you like never before.” My fingers brush against his foreskin, and I give it a playful tug before sliding a digit between it and the slick head of his cock.
“Ahh…M-me too, Six.” His breathing is ragged; he reaches down and starts to slide off his pants. I step back and allow him to undress, finding it hard to control myself as I watch his clothes come off piece by piece, revealing the delicious young body beneath them. When he’s finished, I hold out my hand to him. He places his palm in mine, and I pull him close for another kiss. Rex begins to unfasten my pants, pulling them down slowly. I shiver as the fabric grazes every sensitive inch of me.
An eternity seems to pass as Rex removes my shoes and socks and strips away the rest of my clothes. I watch intently as he kneels before me, his eyes brimming with hunger. His tongue darts out and licks the underside of my cock, from the base up to the very tip. My body shudders as the warm sensation travels up my swollen length.
“Ahhh…Rex…” His lips wrap around the head, hands gripping my hips as he pumps my cock in and out at a slow pace. I close my eyes and lose myself in the wet heat of his mouth. My hand reaches for the gauze at my shoulder, gingerly touching the wound there. Long after the stitches are removed, a scar will still remain—a memory of Rex that I’ll always carry with me. I smile and gaze down at him as he ravishes my cock. The feeling is so blissful; I could stay like this forever. But my selfish heart wants more of him.
With weighted fingertips, I gently tap his shoulder, a sign that it’s time to move on. Rex releases my cock and slowly rises to his feet. Our bodies melt together in another kiss, hot and deep. When we move apart, I take his hand and lead him over to the bed, where I sit with my back against the headboard. I position him so that he’s straddling me with his knees on either side of my legs. But before he can move to sit down, I part my lips and take him into my mouth.
Rex groans as I devour him inch by inch, taking his thickness all the way to the back of my throat. My hands knead his ass while I suck his cock, tongue swirling around the head each time I reach the peak.
“Six…ahhhn…it’s so good…” The taste of his delicately salty precum has me yearning for more; my head bobs faster, seeking the milky sweetness inside him. I feel Rex’s fingers wrap around my wrist and pull gently, drawing my hand up to his mouth. He takes two of my digits and begins sucking on them, giving them a thick coating of saliva. When he’s finished, he guides my hand down between his crack, urging me inside him. I’m more than happy to oblige.
I tease the outside of his hole, getting the tiny pucker nice and wet. Once I’m satisfied that he’s slick enough, I wriggle a finger inside, pushing in up to the knuckle. Rex jerks forward, his body stiffening. I pump in and out a few times before I slide in a second finger, working them around skillfully, bringing deep, sultry moans to my lover’s lips.
“Oh, fuck, Six…please don’t make me wait…fuck me…fuck me…”
My mouth slips from around his cock; slowly I withdraw my fingers, gazing into his reddish-brown eyes. “Get the lube.”
Rex complies, leaning over and grabbing the bottle from its place on the side table. He pours some into his palm and reaches behind him; I shiver when I feel the cold liquid hit my erection. Steadily, he lowers himself until his tight entrance begins to swallow the very tip of my cock. Soon, every inch of me is inside him, and Rex is sitting comfortably in my lap, his hips moving in careful undulations.
“Mmm, Rex…you feel amazing,” I murmur. His ass fits me like a glove; it’s so hot and wet, throbbing around me—I swear I’ve never felt anything as good. I wrap my arms around him, pressing us closer. Our mouths are drawn together like magnets, seeking out the warm pleasures held within. We kiss each other deeply, lovingly, like we’ve been together for ages.
Rex places a hand on my right shoulder, grabbing his cock with the other. “Ahhhnn…I want us to come together, Six. OK?”
I nod. “I’m close, Rex. Fuck, you’re so hot.” I pull him down, driving my cock deeper inside. Though the anesthetic Holiday had given me is beginning to wear off, the ecstasy of making love to Rex trumps any pain I may be experiencing. I’m about to explode in a wave of pure bliss.
He jerks his cock furiously, moaning loudly into my ear. “Six…I feel it…aaahhnn…I’m cumming!”
His ass pulses intensely; drawing Rex’s body closer, I erupt inside him, squeezing him tightly. Seconds later, I hear Rex groan and feel the warm splash of semen hit my abdomen. Our bodies tremble in synch, our hearts racing and lungs burning. As I gasp for air, my lips find Rex’s, and I press against them in a long kiss. When I pull away, my mouth feels strangely lonely.
We sit like that for some time, struggling to breathe normally, our foreheads touching. Finally, Rex lifts his head and, wiping the sweat from his face, remarks, “Wow…that was…”
“I know…” I pant, licking salt and saliva from my lips. “I’ve never…felt this way…before.”
Rex smiles warmly, his fingers brushing the bandage on my cheek. “Icy taro, Six.”
“Hmm?”
“What you said earlier,” he explains. “Icy taro?”
I laugh and give him a quick peck on the cheek. “Aishiteru, Rex. Watashi wa anata no koto o kotoba ni dekinai hodo fukaku aishiteru.” I love you more deeply than I can say.
“Te amo,” he replies, grinning. “And what you just said, times a thousand.” He leans in for another kiss.
I close my eyes and fade into the warmth of his body and heart. In the tranquility of that room, in the arms of my lover, I make a vow to always hold close the ones that truly bring me happiness. Our enduring embrace will be a promise of the future we’ll share together.
Whether for good or ill, our fates will follow the same path.
No matter what this world may have in store for us.

[[“Aishiteru” – end]]
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