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“Ow! Watch it!”
“Sorry, Google! I’m doing my best over here!”
The Engineer’s tongue poked out from between his lips, wrist-deep in the panel on the back of Google’s neck, and hunched over Google awkwardly with his other hand pressing down on Google’s shoulder. Google sat at his feet, scowling, and hissed sharply through his teeth. “Do better. I can’t reach it, and the extensions won’t come back online until it’s fixed.”
“Yes I know that! You try finding a loose wire blind without getting electrocuted!” The Engineer pressed harder on Google’s shoulder, forcing his hand deeper into Google’s body. “Sorry I don’t have magic eyes and can’t just scan to see where your wires are! It’s like combing through spaghetti back here.”
Google’s nose crinkled, and he crossed his arms. “I would do it myself, however, as I just said, I can’t reach it. Try harder. Your fleshy little meat sticks evolved to grab, so grab.”
The Engineer snorted, and he purposely tugged on a wire. Google made a sound between a moan and the Window’s error noise, and his eye twitched. The Engineer smirked. “There. I grabbed. Now shut up and let me work.”
Google huffed, but obediently fell silent, his core humming like a swarm of angry bees a signal of his irritation. The Engineer’s tongue reemerged poked out from between his teeth in his concentration, and he lifted one leg as if that would help him reach deeper inside Google, Google barely giving under his weight. “I think – I’ve almost – aha!”
There was a spark from the side of Google’s neck, and suddenly Google’s eyes were glowing a little brighter – the Engineer could see the reflection in the mirror in his quarters on the Invincible II. Google’s eyes cycled between red, green, and yellow, before landing back on blue, and he smiled faintly. “Excellent. The others are back up and running. Now kindly remove your hand from my neck, and I can get back to work.”
“Yes, sir.” The Engineer winked, and made to pull his hand free – and his fingers brushed against a little dial as he did. His brow furrowed, and he peered inside the panel. He couldn’t see anything – beyond the panel with the usual buttons, switches, and dials that controlled Google’s most basic settings, there was just a sea of thick cables and wires, essentially Google’s nervous system. There was a cluster of disorganized wires near the bottom, so unlike Google, almost as if he were hiding something… “Hold on, what’s this?”
Google’s eyes widened, and he tried to stand, but the Engineer was still bearing down on his shoulder – “Mark, don’t –”
The Engineer buried his fingers in the mass of wires, and he felt around for the little dial again. When he found it – it was set quite low, quite far to the left – he cranked it as far right as it could go, and Google went stiff beneath him. The Engineer blinked, slowly pulling free his hand again, and closed the panel. “…Google? What’s wrong?”
“You –” Google’s voice glitched, and he blushed a brilliant blue, squirming where he sat. He wasn’t looking at the Engineer anymore. “Put it back. Please.”
“What, what did I even do?” The Engineer was panicking now, and he fumbled to open the panel again, fingers slipping on Google’s soft, silicon skin. “Shit, I didn’t hurt you, did I? I’m sorry, I didn’t think – hold on –”
Google let out a sound, then, as the Engineer’s fingers pressed against his throat – a sound that was suspiciously close to a moan. He covered his mouth with his hand, ducking his head, and he squirmed again, tugging at the hem of his shirt with his free hand. “…You didn’t hurt me – quite the opposite actuallyyYYY – STOP! Stop – touching me, I’ll fix it –”
Google smacked the Engineer’s hand away, and he got the panel open – but it was immediately obvious that, at his angle, he wouldn’t be able to reach the dial to switch back whatever the Engineer had done. The Engineer swallowed, and took Google’s desperately floundering hand in his own, squeezing it gently. He couldn’t help but notice how Google’s blush only got darker. “…Google? What did I do?”
Google sighed, and grimaced, squeezing the Engineer’s hand once. “…That dial was for my synthetic nerves. You have just increased their sensitivity to their maximum setting. I currently feel…” Google’s grimace tightened. “…everything. Several times over.”
The Engineer paused. And then – he ran his thumb over Google’s knuckles, taking in how Google shuddered and squirmed. “…Oh.” He lifted Google’s hand, then, pressing a kiss to the back of it. “And it feels…good?”
Google’s blush only grew brighter, tugging harder at the hem of his shirt. “…Yes. Very good.”
The Engineer crouched down behind Google, shuffling to his knees, and he pressed up against Google’s back. Google’s breath hitched in his throat, and the Engineer slowly closed up the panel, sliding his arms around Google’s waist to hold him gently. Google was warm, he was always warm, in the same way a computer was warm, and he fidgeted in the Engineer’s hold as the Engineer rested his chin on his shoulder. “What do you want me to do about it?”
Google scowled again. “I want you to fix it.”
“Do you?” One of the Engineer’s hands traveled lower, palming the space between Google’s legs, through his jeans, and one of Google’s eyes flickered. The Engineer locked eyes with him in the mirror, and Google’s neck started glowing blue, too. The Engineer grinned. “Say, Google…do you have an attachment that I can fuck?”
Google opened his mouth, but all that came out was an error noise, both eyes flickering now. He snapped his jaw shut, and bit his lower lip as the Engineer’s fingers swiftly popped open the button of his jeans and pulled down his fly, fingering the ports he used to connect to his attachments. “…Perhaps.”
The Engineer pressed his lips to Google’s ear, breathing hot against his skin, and if Google could get goosebumps, with the way he shuddered, the Engineer he was sure he would be feeling them rise along his skin. “Go get it.”
Google was panting, one hand gripping the Engineer’s wrist, the other still tugging at the hem of his shirt. “…What?”
Abruptly, the Engineer pulled away, and he helped Google, stumbling, to his feet. “Go get it~ And hurry up, before I change my mind.”
Google just stood there, mouth hanging open, his open jeans exposing his most sensitive parts to the open air. The Engineer raised an eyebrow, pointing at the door – and Google was off like a shot, scrambling out the door and down the hall faster than the Engineer could truly comprehend.
It took longer for Google to return from his tiny little workshop on the spacecraft than the Engineer thought – but when he did return, it was clear why; Google looked debauched, his mane of hair a ruffled mess, his glasses crooked, part of his shirt riding up and his pants still open. He was holding what looked very similar to a pocket pussy in his hand, and his fans were very audible as he closed the door carefully behind him.
“…Apologies for taking so long.” Google even sounded out of breath, even though the Engineer knew that wasn’t truly possible. Google only ‘breathed’ to help the circulation of the airflow from his fans, and so he seemed…less in the uncanny valley. “…Elijah decided he wanted to…help prepare me for you, and the other two joined in. It took a moment to break away.”
The Engineer swallowed, an image flashing in his brain of Google pinned beneath the other three androids, sparks literally flying as they kissed and rutted against each other – Google had built his extensions by hand, he knew them intimately, but he’d never considered the extensions flipping the script. He would have to watch that some day.
“Come here.” The Engineer patted the space next to him where he was sitting on the bed, and Google was quick to comply. The Engineer shifted to straddle Google’s lap – and then he was kissing his beloved machine, cupping Google’s face in both hands and pulling him close. Google made a high pitched sound, but then he was kissing back with enthusiasm, cupping the back of the Engineer’s head, his fingers twitching. Google tasted like plastic and rubber and a little spice like electricity, and his tongue felt odd against the Engineer’s own, but it was a sensation he’d gotten used to these past few months of being together.
The Engineer trailed his fingers down Google’s jaw, across his throat and over his shoulder, and Google made a desperate little whimpering noise, his fans kicking up another notch. “Put on the toy.” The Engineer’s words were soft, but firm. “Let me watch.”
He slipped off of Google’s lap, and Google stood, practically tearing off his shirt and kicking off his jeans. The Engineer rarely got to admire Google’s body – usually, when Google was naked, it was because something had gone horribly wrong and the Engineer had opened up his chest cavity to see what was wrong. But Google’s form was admittedly gorgeous – his skin tone was nice and tan, unlike how pale the Engineer had gotten being stuck on a spaceship for last several years of his life. At Google’s joints, the metal of his exoskeleton was exposed, bands of soft blue LEDs adding some flair to his body. He was built to resemble a muscular man, his stubble intricately place, and even though the Engineer knew his glasses were aesthetic only, they still added to the appeal of Google.
Google flushed blue under the Engineer’s blatant staring, and he spread his legs more, fiddling with the toy in his hands. The Engineer had watched Google attach whatever dick he’d chosen a dozen times before, there was no trick to that, but this seemed…different. And before his eyes, the ports in Google’s crotch slid back, revealing a hole in which Google inserted the toy. He wiggled it around for a second, twisting and turning it, until there was a click, and Google’s legs nearly buckled as the Engineer presumed the nervous system of the toy connected up with the cranked settings of the rest of his body. Immediately, blue-tinted slick began to coat Google’s thighs, and Google whined, biting down on one hand with his other still hovering over the toy.
“Ah ah ah, don’t you dare touch yourself. That’s my job.” The Engineer flashed a crooked grin, and the look Google shot him made his dick twitch in his jumpsuit. Fuck, he needed to get rid of his clothes – he slid off the bed, and even though Google was a good seven inches taller than him at 6’5”, the Engineer still grabbed him by the hair with both hands and dragged him down into another kiss, grinding against Google’s naked body and relishing in the desperate, needy sounds he was making. “Go lay down on the bed. Wait for me.”
Google hummed, whiny and needy, but he slipped away, shuffling to lay on the bed with his legs spread. The Engineer watched him settle, before stripping off his jumpsuit, t-shirt, and underwear faster than he ever had before, and practically jumped Google once he was naked. He crawled over Google’s body, straddling his hips, and kissed him yet again. Google’s hands were all over him, caressing down his sides, up his back, grabbing handfuls of his ass – the Engineer couldn’t help but chuckle, breaking the kiss to smirk down at Google. “Well well well, someone’s needy, and for once it isn’t me.”
“And who’s fucking fault is that –” Google glared at him, but there was no bite to it, not when he was trembling and blushing and the Engineer could feel the heat building under his skin – “Mark – if you don’t fucking touch me I swear to everything you find holy –”
“Patience, Google! What happened to the android who would happily spend hours taking me apart~?” Google whined, and the Engineer grinned. “Let me enjoy this.”
Finally, the Engineer caressed Google, trailing his fingers down his chest – God, he could practically feel the sparks under Google’s skin – and lower and lower, until he lingered just above Google’s attachment. Google was panting, his core humming loudly, and when the Engineer touched his clit – even just the slightest graze was enough to have Google cumming hard, his voice box distorting his cry, and the Engineer reared back in surprise. “You – I barely touched you!”
“You don’t understand, Mark!” Google looked pathetic, his glasses beginning to fog up with the heat rising from his body, his hair a mess, blue now thoroughly coating his inner thighs and shining on his attachment – “The very air itself feels good, I feel like – like someone has taken a vibrator to every part of me, just the act of you breathing on me is pleasurable, this – this is maddening! And if you don’t Goddamn fuck me, I am flipping us over and riding you until you pass out.”
The Engineer swallowed, but took his cue, lining up with Google’s entrance and slowly pushing inside him.
Both of them moaned, Google’s hands fisting in the bedsheets, as the Engineer bottomed out. He wasn’t expecting there to be texture, but there was – there was a texture to Google’s inner walls, one that rubbed against him in all the best ways, like every part of Google was designed with his pleasure in mind – and knowing Google, it probably was. He also wasn’t expecting Google to be as tight and warm as he was – he was expecting the toy to still be a little cold, not yet warmed up by the heat Google was giving off. It was a little overwhelming, the Engineer staying still a moment too long, and Google rolled his hips. “Move, Mark!”
And the Engineer did. He set a desperate, fast pace, essentially rutting into Google, and only a few thrusts in, Google was cumming again with a loud cry of his name. The Engineer made a startled, pleased sound when the toy somehow constricted around him, squeezing him further. Google’s left eye was starting to flicker, his right was glowing brighter, his core was buzzing loudly – “Mark – ah~ – Mark please – hng~, I need – I need –”
“What do you need?” The Engineer could barely string together a cohesive sentence, Google felt so good, he was so warm and tight and he looked so pretty beneath him – “Tell me – tell me, come on –”
“More~” Google moaned the word, his lips parting with a sharp gasp as he came for a third time. “Harder – faster – I – I –”
The Engineer couldn’t quite tell if Google was intentionally stuttering or if he was glitching out, but he did his best to comply with his request. He railed into Google, hard enough the bed was shifting and protesting beneath them, and Google seemed to enjoy it by the sounds he was making. It wasn’t long before the Engineer was chasing after his own orgasm, a hot coil of growing pleasure pitted in his belly, and Google cried out. “Mark – I’m – I’m gonna –”
Google came for his fourth and final time, and the Engineer was soon to follow, his hips stuttering before pressing himself as deep inside Google as he could and filling him up. The Engineer collapsed on top of Google, and cupped the back of Google’s head, lifting him up and fumbling to open the panel. Google was still whimpering and squirming, and the Engineer fumbled around by feel and memory alone for the little dial that had started all of this, turning it way back down – not off, but close enough to how Google had had it set before. Google immediately went boneless beneath him with a sigh of relief, and the Engineer chuckled sleepily, shutting the panel and resting his ear against Google’s chest. “Feel better?”
“Much.” Google carded a gentle hand through the Engineer’s hair, and though the Engineer’s eyes were closed, he could hear the pout in Google’s voice. “I think I blew a fuse.”
The Engineer cracked an eye open, and laughed. Google’s left eye had indeed gone dark, and Google was, indeed, pouting. “I’ll fix it later. For now, sleep.”
Google huffed. His fans were still kicked up at full power, but he was finally starting to cool down, his every nerve no longer alight with sensation. He crinkled his nose. “Must you sleep inside me? It’s a bit uncouth, is it not?”
“Shut up.” The Engineer smacked Google’s chest. “You just came like five times, and you still have it in you to bitch at me?”
“Four times. You’re not that good.”
“Shut the fuck up, Google, and go to sleep.”
Google chuckled, and wrapped his arms around the Engineer, holding him close to the warmth of his body. “Good night, Mark. Sweet dreams.”
The Engineer yawned, already half asleep. “Mm…night, Google.”
And with that, the world went black.