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Clarity and Peace	By : darkclownkinker Category: +1 through F > 9 Views: 1284 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the movie 9, nor any of the characters. This is a work of fiction. I make no money with the writing or distributing of this work.

Chapter List
- 1-Clarity and Peace
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6 liked 8. He liked everyone actually, but he especially liked 8. He knew that 5 and 2 didn’t understand. They cared for him, and always tried to keep him safe. Unfortunately, that usually meant away from 8 and 1. He tried to explain it to them before, but they never understood. No matter how much he tried to talk, or draw, it was always useless. They never understood what they were supposed to be looking for and what they needed to do. They never understood anything, driven on by their instinct to fulfill their roles. Some of them, of course, strayed from time to time. No one was perfect after all.

He was not concerned with the momentary lapses in judgment by his fellows. He knew they each meant well in their own way. He also knew they each had to do their part to make sure things continued to function. 8 understood this. It was nice, finally having someone who understood something. He didn’t even need to share this happiness with anyone else. He had everything he could want. 6 giggled to himself at the thought. The source of his happiness would send the others into a near war if they knew just what 8 did to him every night.

6’s hand paused in his drawings as he remembered their most recent night. 8 had pinned him to the bed, moving over him to prevent anyone from seeing him and protecting him in their private place but never crushing him. 8 had leaned down, sucking on 6’s neck and shoulder, and moving down his soft body as his hand reached up and grasped at the large key around 6’s neck, making him gasp. Then he began rubbing it, and the sparks coming from the friction between the slightly magnetized metal and 8’s copper fingers made his vision go white in bliss. The next thing he knew he was waking up, arms and legs twined with 8, hidden away in a tiny space between his massive bulk and the wall. He wouldn’t have had it any other way. He felt safe there. Of course, he had to sneak out before anyone started getting suspicious. Especially 1.

1. Sneaking around him was becoming increasingly difficult as, since this arrangement had started between 8 and himself 8 had made it a point to come visit 6 every night and drag him off. 8’s harsh treatment of 6 in public could only work so long. It kept 1 off their back, sure, but it also made 2 and 5 increasingly antagonistic to 8. This had to be remedied. In addition to being selfish for making 8 come get him every night, the regular patterns of behavior was becoming suspicious. The solution to this was obvious. He had to go visit him instead.

6 stood up. He dried off his hands on his legs, and only then looked down at what he had drawn. A smile came to his lips as he picked up the parchment and tucked it away in a small private space no one would find. He would have destroyed it. After all, it was evidence. But he really couldn’t bring himself to ruin such a fine picture of 8. It was the third he’d drawn, but it was his favorite. Of course, he said that each time he drew one, but this one really was his best.

That aside, he began sneaking down the halls and open spaces to 8’s quarters. However, on the way there, he saw 5 crossing the path he needed to use and, very suspiciously, attempted to hide behind a pillar. Unfortunately, 6 was not a ninja and 5 heard his gasp as he ducked into the shadows.

5 paused, looking around at the shadows, wondering what he had just heard. Another failure to 5’s potential of one day becoming a professional ninja was the black ink smears he left on the wall where he gripped it before hiding in the shadow of the pillar.

“6?” 5 called, creeping closer, the lantern he carried illuminating the shadows. Having been found, 6 came out, wiggling his fingers in a wave sheepishly. He then quickly, while trying to look natural, humming a nonsensical tune, sidestepped 5 and continued down the hall.

“Well, if that isn’t the strangest thing…” 5 mused, watching the silly stitchpunk wander off, obviously trying to hide something. Where could he be going at this hour anyways? Deciding to keep it to himself for now and figure it out later, he wandered off, bringing his supplies to 2 for one of their projects.

6 made it the rest of the way to 8’s room unharassed and, without knocking, slipped inside. His excited footfalls brought 8 to attention as he looked over his shoulder at the stitchpunk with a raised brow. 6 only came when he was in trouble that one time, and to confront him before that. Yet, now he looked calm and happy. 6 smiled at 8 and loped over to him quickly, slipping into his lap and straddling his hips. 8 opened his mouth to ask a question, but 6 put his fingers to his lips.

“Shhhh. Shhhh.” He whispered, leaning in with a smile as he felt 8’s hands resting on his hips. “Let me.” He smiled, closing the gap with a small kiss, his hands running over 8’s massive form, stroking the buckles gently, teasing him.

It showed. 8 panted out soft, happy, ooos of pleasure, encouraging 6 onward. The smaller stitchpunk decided to leave the buckles for the moment and tease the untouched underside of his armored collar, making him purr. He watched him silently, feeling warm in his core as he watched 8 writhe in pleasure. However, that was quickly changed as 8 picked 6 up and moved to the bed.

In a panic, 6 threw his arms around 8’s neck to keep from falling in the motion. As soon as he realized 8 was not going to drop him, he began to laugh a soft, howling, almost musical laugh. 8 seemed to enjoy letting 6 have control for a while if his smile was anything to go by, and how he intentionally fell backwards on the bed, allowing 6 to continue straddling him.

The jolt of the landing brought 6 forward, having to brace his own fall by supporting himself on his hands. He didn’t mind, and it brought his face in close proximity of 8’s. He smiled and continued languidly kissing him, letting his hands slide over the collar and back down to the buckles again. 8 soon began purring again under his attentions until the distinct feeling of his buckles being undone snapped him to attention. His hand bolted out to grab both of 6’s smaller ones, effectively stopping him. 6 paused, taking a minute to register what had just happened and smiled comfortingly at his larger partner.

“Trust.” He said softly, enunciating the word as he slowly felt the hand release his. 6 leaned down to continue the kissing as his hands slipped to undo the rest of the buckles. 8 did not like the idea of being so exposed, but all that changed when one of 6’s metal tipped fingers ran against his core frame. It made him shiver and arch, much to 6’s pleasure.

The larger stitchpunk looked up at his small, brilliant lover questioningly, and received a gentle smile in return as 6 slipped the tip of the large key around his neck into the folds of 8’s gut. The same faint magnetic charge that had driven them insane before was now pressed to the core of 8’s being, and the result was spectacular. White light filled both of their vision as they arched against each other, pressing the key deeper against 8’s core. They jerked, making more friction, and inciting more pleasure for the duo. The more friction the two generated, the warmer the points of contact became, until eventually, there was an overload that knocked the two out, flopping over each other in intense satisfaction.

6 blinked away the bleary edges of his vision first, mustering enough strength to pull out his key and carefully buckle 8 back up. He blinked up at his large lover, who was now obviously asleep, and stroked back the part of floppy sack on top of his head before curling up at his side to rest. Yes. 6 liked 8.

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