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Speechless	By : prairiecrow Category: +M through R > Reboot Views: 1402 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Oh User…" He couldn't breathe. He had to breathe. He hadn't breathed in far too long. So he tipped his head back onto the luxurious pillow and forced himself to suck in a chestful of air, to fuel the sparks that danced behind his tightly closed eyelids and seethed in his smouldering prick. "Oh, yeah… that's… that's just…"
The thing about Bob was this: when he was sexually attracted to someone and felt an emotional connection to them as well, he couldn't yell "FIRE!" if his ass was spontaneously combusting. All his glib words and clever patter ran headlong into a brick wall somewhere in the vicinity of his voicebox, and consequently he couldn't have told Dot Matrix that he was absolutely crazy about her if —
So. Yeah. He was burning up for her, and he might as well have been completely mute for all the good it did him. He couldn't tell her that her smile made his heart do flip-flops in his chest, or that her lips made him thirsty in a way that all the energy in the System couldn't quench, and her eyes… well, he could have gazed into her eyes for hours and still never had enough. And she never suspected, because the mere sight of her turned Bob the Guardian, Bob the bold, Bob the seat-of-the-pants flyer, into a man terrified of saying or doing something that would drive her away forever.
But the really funny thing, the thing that brought on laughter like broken glass when he thought about it in his lonely bed late at night, was that if he was hot for someone and didn't feel an emotional connection to them? No problem! He could chat them up as smoothly as ever he'd fed someone a line, and if they wanted to play ball in return —
He hadn't done a lot of that, of course, even if he'd found a fair number of women attractive enough to get his code simmering on a semi-regular basis. The Collective frowned on promiscuity in its Guardians and Bob had therefore been careful about his general conduct. Very careful, in fact. He valued his programming too much to risk it over something as casual as a roll in the hay, no matter how attractive the potential target.
He still wasn't sure where the hell Megabyte fit into that particular equation. All he knew was that as soon as he'd looked into those fire-and-ice eyes in person and felt that gorgeous dark voice subtly vibrating in his bones he'd begun to fall, a descent that had only accelerated when he'd dared to offer a suggestive comment — and the comment had not only been recognized, but twisted and returned to him with enough spin to make him stagger, keenly aware that he was standing on very thin ice indeed. He'd never felt this kind of magnetic pull toward another male before in his life, much less toward a male virus, much less a virus he'd have to keep dealing with, and fighting, and foiling, for the rest of his time in this System.
Dangerous? Oh yes, but for Bob half the fun was knowing how close he was at any given nanosecond to getting seared to his core. And Megabyte was four-alarm hot, all claws and teeth and bone-shattering strength and incisive malice — and interested enough to keep flirting with Bob after Bob's opening shot, even if it had been in an attempt to manipulate Bob to his will.
And I'm so much more intimate with you now than any User… aren't I?
They hadn't even touched each other yet, but that statement had already been true in ways that Bob hadn't let himself think about too closely at the time because he'd been too busy dealing with the situation at hand. Later, though…
Later it came back to haunt him, and in the end it had drawn him back into Megabyte's hands as surely as a magnet's pull — and any child knew what happened to a sprite who got too close to a field of that intensity.
Breathe, Bob! But it was hard to remember the mundane details when Megabyte's mouth was on him, right there, after marking a leisurely trail down his neck and torso — if Phong ever had a reason to conduct a full-body exam on him Bob was going to have some serious explaining to do — and oh User, his armour was so cold but when he dropped it to let Bob get closer, to let Bob in, he burned in sweet painful ways that Bob would have sworn should have left guilty tracks on his skin, hieroglyphs of need and possession wherever those golden claws scored him or those silver teeth drew drops of red life-force, or that ebony tongue slithered across every pixel of him, leaving a trail of embers in its wake. He'd say this much for the virus: Megabyte might be the epitome of selfishness and ruthless calculation to the world outside this bedroom, but he seemed to take great pride in reducing his Guardian bedmate to shuddering pleading pleasure-mad incoherence on a regular basis.
Case in point: "Oh yeah… oh, guh…" Bob clutched at the pillow with both hands — he'd learned early not to try to force the issue by grabbing at Megabyte's head — and arched his back, trying to force his hips up against the iron grip of those mechanical hands, but all that netted him was a purr of laughter and the same torturously light attention to the head of his stick: the glide of that reptilian tongue around the swollen tip, slick and prehensile, twining around him without tightening enough to really tweak his nodes, followed by the teasing nip of metallic teeth that sent a flare of sparks sizzling up his spine. He'd lost track of how long Megabyte had been playing this round of their game — all he knew was that it had been too damned long, and if the virus didn't quit messing around and get down to business in the next few nanoseconds Bob would start saying things that Megabyte would make sure he regretted. Not that being punished by Megabyte was necessarily a badthing — in addition to performing magnificent fellatio he knew tricks with ropes and riding crops that Bob wouldn't have been able to imagine in a million hours — but it would also mean that Bob would be tied down and chastised without getting off first, and that just wasn't going to fly.
But he wasn't going to outright beg. Nope, uh-uh, no fucking way. So when he felt the babble of desperate words surging into his throat he stopped it by the most expedient means possible: he bit down hard on his own left fist so that only a rather petulant whining mutter escaped.
"I heard that," Megabyte remarked, barely withdrawing his tongue long enough to speak.
"Urmph!" Of course you did, you bastard, Bob thought savagely, but he contented himself with biting down harder. Under normal circumstances "smart-ass" was his default setting, but when he had put himself at Megabyte's far-from-tender mercy all that was likely to get him was ropes at his wrists and ankles and a millisecond or so of "down time" spread-eagled on the bed — still hard as steel, with nothing to rub his aching cock against but air.
"Such language, Bob!" No voice should be that magnificent, amused and menacing and dripping pure sex. "Would you like me to stop? If you've grown tired of my —"
"No!" Well, so much for not begging. "User, no — don't — if you even think about stopping, I'll —"
The slightest tightening of Megabyte's grip, golden talons nearly piercing Bob's skin; if they did (just a little more pressure, oh User help him!), Bob was pretty sure he'd lose it completely. "I scarcely think you're in a position to be making demands."
He was absolutely right, of course: Glitch was on the bedside table, only bits away, but Megabyte, even from a standing start at Bob's groin, could easily rip out Bob's throat before he'd be able to generate the first syllable of a command-call — and someone who could pick up armoured binome carriers and throw them around like toys wasn't someone Bob could force to do anything by virtue of his own bodily strength. So instead he fell back on a personal asset just as powerful: he lifted his head and flashed a smile down the length of his torso, converting the urge to punch Megabyte square on that patrician nose of his into a slow sensual writhe.
"C'mon, M.B…" A low coaxing growl as he hooded his amber eyes and let that look communicate the full force of his lust — which was a lot of force. "The faster you wrap me up, the faster I can get around to returning the favour."
The virus's answering smile would have sent any other program in Mainframe screaming away at a dead run; to Bob, however, that malevolence was just another hit of the drug he'd come here for. "Now now, Bob — what have I told you about impatience and rewards?"
That you live to torture me, that's what, you son of a southbound null! That annoyance didn't lessen the hot pulse in his lips and fingertips and stick to any appreciable degree, though. "If you don't want to suck my cock, I can think of a lot of other things I could be doing with it."
A sigh that suggested Megabyte bore the weight of the System on his broad golden-pauldronned shoulders — or perhaps that he was becoming bored, which was an infinitely more dangerous state of affairs. "If my ministrations displease you, we could always find something else to occupy your —"
There it was again, that ground-glass laughter deep in his throat, hoarse with need. "Come off it, Megabyte! We both know that you could do pretty much anything to me and I'd still wind up messing up your bedsheets." It was nothing less than the truth — he was, after all, still a Guardian in spite of his present position. "Tie me up, tie me down, lick me, suck me, bite me, fuck me — just get on with it already, before I start screaming loud enough that Hex will hear me in Lost Angles!"
The cruelty in that thin smirk went straight to Bob's heart like a silver blade. "Well, we can't have that, can we?" Megabyte purred, and started to do things again, things that had Bob thrashing and moaning and begging within nanoseconds, long torturous merciless exquisite things with that deadly mouth full of razored teeth and poisoned words and relentless emnity, things that made Bob scream in the end after all. As he lay panting in the aftermath, feeling like every bone had been forcibly pulled from his body along with his sex-code, he closed his eyes and wondered if there would be anything left of him when he hit the ground at the bottom of this fall — or if maybe, just maybe…
"Now," Megabyte growled as he moved up the bed, leaning close to shake Bob's core with that velvet rumble right in his ear, "I believe you were saying something about reciprocity…?"
And for a long span of microseconds Bob found himself unable to say a single solitary word.
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