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Aishiteru	By : LadyDorian Category: +G through L > Generator Rex Views: 2603 -:- 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-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
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One.
How many nights have I spent shrouded in this fog of sweat and saliva?
The young man beneath me writhes like a wild animal in heat, demanding more. Blunt fingernails clawing at my back, legs clamping down on my waist, ass tightening around my cock—he won’t be satisfied until he’s fucked raw.
“Six…” he pleads through ragged breaths, “ahh…harder…”
Such a spoiled child.
But I’ve no one to blame for this but myself. Because I always give him whatever he wants. Because each time I try to protest, my voice simply forgets how to say NO.

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“I think Rex has a crush on me.”
Holiday spun around in her chair and flashed a playful smile. “Really? I never saw that coming.”
I regarded her with a stern gaze. “And what is that supposed to mean?”
“Oh, nothing really. It’s just that you—I mean, you’re...” she stumbled over her words for a moment before giving up. “Why are you telling me this, anyway?”
“Because…I don’t know how to deal with it.”
She gave a quick laugh. “Come on, Six! You mean you never had an older crush when you were his age?”
I answered with a raise of my eyebrow.
“Oh-kay…so…” There were no other techs in the lab, yet Holiday spoke in a hushed voice. “What gives you the idea that Rex has a crush on you in the first place?”
“Don’t you think he’s been acting strange lately?”
“Not to my knowledge.” She gestured to the bank of computers behind her. “I monitor Rex’s biometrics every so often, and I’ve seen nothing alarming.”
Of course Holiday would be the type to immediately turn to charts and equations when presented with a question involving human nature. “I don’t think it’s a medical problem...But haven’t you noticed he’s a little more...” I skimmed my brain for the appropriate term, “...affectionate toward me?”
“Oh,” she smirked. “You mean the hugs?”
“Actually, I believe ‘glomp’ is the popular terminology.” I tried to subdue the flash of heat that would rise to my face each time I thought of Rex’s new-found habit of maniacally throwing his arms around me whenever we met. To have him so close to me, to feel him bury his face in my chest as he squeezed tightly, without mercy... “It’s a little awkward,” I confessed.
“Well, if you don’t like it, then say something to him. Or do one of your evasive ninja maneuvers or flying kicks or whatever it is that you like to do. It’s not like the two of you are strangers to violence.”
I wasn’t about to explain to Holiday that the first time I tried to employ my “evasive ninja maneuver,” Rex quickly doubled back and gave me a sharp pinch on the ass. At that point, I was too stunned to even attempt a flying kick. “With all due respect, Doctor, I’d expect you of all people to realize that violence probably isn’t the best solution to this problem.”
Her heels kicked at the floor, causing the chair to pivot back and forth. She stared at me for a few seconds, then shrugged. “What exactly did you want me to say? That some EVO got into his brain and rearranged his neurons? Or maybe that he’s just having a sexual identity crisis? The most sophisticated equipment in Providence couldn’t tell me what was going on inside that boy’s head. I don’t know—just write it off as teenage hormones.”
“‘Teenage hormones?’ Is that your scientific answer?”
Holiday sighed, shaking her head. “Just go talk with him, Six; try to relate to him. Tell him you know what it’s like to be a confused, pubescent teenage—”
“—Let’s not go there,” I cut in.
“Fine, Mr. Calm and Collected,” she swept a loose strand of black hair behind her ear, “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
“Of course.” I forced a wan smile and turned to leave just as the morning shift of technicians began to file in.
I had barely been out of the lab for five minutes when I spotted Rex approaching from the far end of the hallway. “Hey, SIX!” He waved and sprinted toward me, weaving through crowds of wandering Providence agents. There was no escape; my only option was to brace for impact.
We connected with a crash; I staggered backwards a few feet, struggling to adjust my center of gravity to accommodate the weight of the boy hanging around my neck. “Man, am I glad to see you!”
His arms twisted around me like a python. “I can tell.”
Rex released me from his death-grip, but kept one gloved hand on my shoulder. “Breakfast is crap here. Wanna spring for pancakes?”
“Sorry, Rex, but I’m busy right now.” I gingerly removed his hand.
“How about dinner, then? We could go to Burger Hut or Taco Noche.”

“Actually, I...” I fought through my anxiety. “There is something I was hoping to discuss with you later tonight…privately.”
The instant those words left my mouth, Rex’s face lit up like a kid’s on Christmas morning. “Really?!”
I shot him an inquisitive stare.
“I mean, um…sure, no problem.” He lowered his voice and tried to put on a suave expression, but it just seemed silly to me. “Just stop by my room whenever. I’ve got nothing better to do today.”
“I’m sure Holiday would love to hear you talk that way about her daily exams,” I teased.
Rex’s eyes darted around for a clock; I rolled up my left sleeve and flashed him my green and black Seiko. “Ah, crap! I’m late! C’mon, Rex, get it together!” He rubbed his face vigorously with both hands, then calmly exhaled. “Ok. I’m cool. So…” he winked, “You got yourself a date, Six. I’ll be waiting for you tonight.” With that, he sprang down the hall in the direction of the lab.
As I turned and watched him gradually disappear, I unconsciously touched my right shoulder, remembering the warmth of his hand pressed against it. I sighed, “Why couldn’t it have been the EVO brain parasite?”
Though I performed my scheduled duties with the utmost care and precision, my mind was preoccupied by thoughts of my impending “date” with Rex. I needed to come up with a battle plan. Fighting EVOs was cut and dry, but this…this would take time and concentration.
Holiday had told me I should try to relate to Rex—to invent some common ground between us in order to quell his raging emotions with sympathy. She knew the two of us were polar opposites; I’m sure she expected nothing less than some façade on my part. But in reality, there was another side of me—one I refused to reveal to anyone.
I really did sympathize with Rex. In his eyes I saw the desires of my younger self, the memories of all the men I’d lusted after: fellow mercenaries, my former partner, White Knight, countless Providence agents. But those for whom I’d felt something deeper than physical attraction had never returned my subtle advances or simply hadn’t noticed them. I recalled all the nights spent seeking out a warm body to fill the void; picking up strangers in bars, fucking and getting fucked by men whose names I didn’t know and didn’t care to know. Though my body was sated with the pleasure it craved, the loneliness persisted. I was unsure if love had simply evaded me, or if the concept had even existed in the first place. Eventually, the throbbing emptiness grew so unbearable that I gave up on relationships entirely.
It should have been easy to tell Rex to back off; I had spurned many others before him. But for some reason, I found it hard to even think of rejecting him. Maybe I just didn’t want to upset his fragile teenage emotions.
Or maybe I just didn’t want him to end up like me.
It was just past ten when I knocked on Rex’s door. The hall was dim and deserted, most agents having returned to their quarters or settled in for the night shift. After receiving no response, I knocked a second time. I could’ve easily opened it with my passcode, but I was somewhat apprehensive about what might be lurking beyond.
I then heard Rex’s muffled voice behind the thick metal, accompanied by a frenzied shuffling of feet. “Just a sec!” The door slid open. “Hey, Six! C’mon in!” He was wearing his favorite blue and white shirt, and a loose-fitting pair of lounge pants. He looked a lot more comfortable in this situation than I was.
I tried to steel my nerves as I stepped past him and into the room. It’s just Rex, I told myself. It’s not like you haven’t been able to deal with his childish emotions before. But there was something about this situation that alarmed me. This was the bedroom of a seventeen-year-old boy—more accurately, it was Rex’s room—which meant piles of dirty laundry, scattered half-empty pizza boxes, and the occasional stack of comic books. However, the scene before me was eerily pristine; there wasn’t so much as a sock lying around. It was as hypnotizing as watching a lava lamp.
I was jolted out of my reverie by the familiar fwwwsh of the door closing behind me. “Um, Six? You just gonna stand there all night?”
“S-sorry, I—uh,” I stammered, still trying to shake off my initial shock. I spun around to face him, hoping he hadn’t noticed my brief moment of vulnerability. But the boy in front of me was as cheerfully oblivious as always.
“Well, make yourself at home.” He strolled over to the bed and casually flopped down, making a gesture for me to follow suit. “C’mon, Six, mi casa es su casa, y’know?” Rex sighed, covering his face with his hands. “Ah, crap, that sounded so lame. God, I suck at this.”
“What’s that?” I approached slowly, and perched myself beside him on the very edge of the bed. He was shaking his head and muttering, “Get it together, Rex,” along with some indecipherable Spanish phrases. For a moment I considered just asking Holiday to give him some drugs to make him normal. Wasn’t that what they usually did to hormonal teenagers? Just toss the kid a bottle of Prozac with the instructions Take two pills daily until age 25. Clean and simple.
Rex quickly snapped out of his faux-epileptic fit and, with a slight quiver in his voice, asked, “So, um, you wanted to talk to me about something?” He narrowed his eyes. “It’s not something stupid like battle tactics or protocol crap, is it?”
Not that I considered those two subjects to be insignificant, but I had other thoughts clouding my mind at the moment. “No, Rex, I wanted to...” To what? Talk about our feelings? Share a male-bonding moment while playing the bongos in front of a campfire in the Petting Zoo? I was grasping at straws; I could barely speak—couldn’t even look at the boy next to me. I absentmindedly gazed at my surroundings, hoping the words would come to me. But all I could manage was “…I like what you’ve done with the place.” I caught the faintest whiff of lemon in the air. “Did you clean?”
He laughed and waived a dismissive hand. “Yeah, I kinda got tired of it smelling like Bobo’s feet all the time.”
“And where is the monkey?”
“I unlocked the storage hold for him, told him a fresh shipment of bananas just came in. He’ll be digging through crates all night.” That sly little smile returned to his face. “We’re completely alone, so say whatever you want, Six. ‘Cause I know you didn’t come here just to admire my housekeeping skills.”
There was no way out; Rex was closing in both mentally and physically. I barely noticed his steady creeping until I felt our knees brush against one another. It was imperative that I chose my next words carefully. “Rex, I...I know how you feel...about me...” His smile only deepened; his eyes gave the impression of a blushing, lovestruck fool. When I glanced down, I noticed his fingertips grazing the end of my tie.
My heart pounded against my will as I struggled to maintain my composure. He smoothed his thumb over the black, silken fabric; I could visualize that hand snaking its way up to my chest, my collar, my neck. I felt as if I was suffocating. “Look, I under...I understand...and I want you to—”
But I never got the chance to finish. The moment I raised my head, Rex lunged forward and roughly pressed his lips against mine. That split second I spent bewildered by the irrational display of “teenage hormones” was all the time Rex needed; he placed one hand on the back of my head and the other on my shoulder, pulling himself closer, nearly on top of me. Between the added weight of Rex’s body and my fiercely quivering muscles, it was impossible to maintain my already precarious position on the bed. In an instant, the two of us went tumbling to the floor, the young EVO’s body still glued to mine.
“Rex—” I tried to protest, but that only gave him greater access to my mouth. He slipped his tongue inside, hastily wiggling it around in an attempt to locate my own. His were the sloppy kisses of youth: hot and messy, like a dog lapping at its bowl. I closed my eyes and let the wet appendage probe freely; it traced the inside of my cheek, ran across the back of my teeth, and flicked against the very tip of my tongue. Despite Rex’s inexperienced ministrations, I felt a slow wave of heat spreading throughout my body, causing my limbs to tingle and my cock to swell with longing. I moaned into his mouth, hoping he would back off long enough for me to regain control and extricate myself from this increasingly uncomfortable situation.
Rex took the cue and pulled his lips away; at the same time, his hands reached up and pushed the green tinted shades off of my face. Without the emerald haze obscuring my vision, I was able to take full notice of the deep coffee-colored eyes staring back at me. They pulsed with such greedy desire, I could almost feel them devouring my thoughts, leaving me helpless yet again.
“Mmmmm...” Rex hummed as he flashed me a crooked smile. He bent his head down and hastily licked at my lips before planting a wet kiss on the corner of my mouth. He then traveled lower, kissing and nibbling on the narrow tuft of hair below my bottom lip, trailing his tongue along my chin, the underside of my jaw. Rex’s gentle touch grew more passionate as he licked and sucked at my neck, dragging his teeth across the tender flesh. I tried to quiet my arousal as best I could as Rex worked over one of my most sensitive areas, unconsciously tilting my head back to allow him to sweep his tongue from my collar up to my chin. I could silence my cries, shield my carnal desires, but there was little I could do to hide my straining erection.
Rex must have felt this, because he suddenly began to grind his hips into mine, our hard cocks rubbing against one another through multiple layers of fabric. The friction against my crotch was enough to make my toes curl; at the same time, Rex was making love to my throat with his eager tongue. The pleasures I had long forgotten were threatening to push me to delirium.
My mind shouted at me to move. It ticked off all the reasons why I should put a stop to this very, very wrong tryst: I worked with this boy. I trained him. I’ve been his mentor for years. I’m old enough to be his father. I knew all of this was true, yet my arms were paralyzed at my sides, and all my words dissolved into ragged gasps and incomprehensible grunts.
Rex showed no signs of stopping. He had already stripped off my tie, and at the moment was fumbling at the buttons of my shirt. After a fair amount of tugging, his shaking hands finally forced them open. Rex sat back to admire his prize, running his palms over the taut muscles of my chest, stroking the sparse curls between my pecs. His thumbs found my nipples and started turning little circles over them; I gasped as I felt the electric sensation shoot down to my already aching cock.

“Ahhhh...Six...” he breathed, before lowering his mouth to suck on one of the hardened nubs. He teased it mercilessly—sucking and biting, gently flicking his tongue across the very tip. The other nipple he took between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it around until it became fully erect. As Rex moved to switch sides, he slid his hand down to my belt, unbuckling it. My cock pleaded with him to hurry up, straining for release as he slowly unzipped my fly.
His fingers crept beneath the elastic of my underwear, briefly tangling in the thick patch of pubic hair before finally coming to rest on the base of my cock. He moved to my balls first, massaging the velvety flesh in his palm. I gave up on holding back my voice, moaning loud enough to hear the echoes bouncing throughout the room. Rex clamped his mouth over mine as he continued his caresses, working my shaft with long, languid strokes. He ran his thumb over my leaking slit, smearing the warm, sticky precum across the head. I could barely believe that this kid—who probably knew nothing of sex outside of those awful Spanish soap operas he watched—was about to bring the sixth most dangerous man on the planet to a screaming orgasm.
Suddenly, Rex groaned, jerking his body away from me and yanking his hand from my throbbing member. In one swift motion, he pulled down both my pants and underwear, then hastily removed his own. I tried to prop myself up for a better view, but Rex was immediately on top of me, grinding our dripping cocks together. The heat between our bodies was enough to melt me.
Rex’s hands were everywhere, moving with swift fluidity; they clasped my shoulders, cradled my face, as his tongue dove deep into my mouth. His hips increased their pace, pressing harder, using our sweat as a lubricant. The waves of pleasure heightened with each thrust until they reached their peak. I let out a low growl as my cock erupted with such intensity, it caused my entire body to spasm.
Our stomachs were slick with my semen. Rex sat up and stripped off his damp shirt before continuing to rub against me, seeking out his own release. His eyes were tinged with lust and desperation. I gazed into them intently as I felt his erect cock slide across my lower body.
“Ahhnn…Six…Six…” He was moaning my name with such abandon; I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement deep inside. Though I was numb and exhausted from my orgasm, I managed to lift my hand and place it against the small of his back. I gently stroked the flesh there, snaking my way down to his smooth, firm ass. His muscles tensed as I squeezed the supple globe in my large palm; his cock twitched as I spread his cheeks and nestled my index finger inside his warm crack.
“Six…ahnnnn…I’m gonna…” Rex threw his head back when he climaxed, ropes of hot cum streaming across my abdomen. He collapsed on top of me, burying his face in my neck as he struggled to catch his breath. I quietly gazed up at the ceiling, my mind trying to make sense of the events that had just occurred. It would’ve been easier to cope with the aftermath of a wet dream, but the boy sprawled across my chest was all too real. His flesh quivered beneath my fingertips, and his semen mingled with my own. There was no argument to justify my actions. I was guilty as sin.
Once his breathing had somewhat stabilized, Rex rolled onto the floor beside me. I turned my head and watched him lay there—eyes staring into dead space, lips slightly parted—his face a blank canvas.
What was I supposed to say to him? What would happen the next time we met? I wasn’t sure I could even be around him without the memory of tonight constantly looming over me.
Why the hell did I have to act so irrationally?
“Hey, Six?” Rex’s voice sliced through the silence that enveloped us.
I didn’t know what to expect—an awkward apology, maybe? An embarrassing explanation? Whatever my brain had in mind, nothing could have prepared me for the words he next spoke.
“Six,” he breathed, “next time…Let’s fuck.”

[[end of chapter one]]
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