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The blinking, bright lights of the cyber-city were blocked out by heavy curtains, the air hot and humid. They should really turn on a fan, or the ac, or something. His circuits were fit to fry in this heat.. 

Tenna wasn’t going to be the one to do it, though, certainly not. He was more than comfortable, curled up in bed with his.. Friend? It felt odd calling him that, the title not quite right on his tongue. Him and Spamton were certainly more than that, they had to be. They may not exactly like each other right now, but they’d been through so much together! His screen was dimmed, pressed up against the puppet’s chest with his arms wrapped tightly around his body, his legs were curled up to try and tangle around Spamton’s, though it didn’t work. He was tiny compared to Tenna, but he always felt so.. So big to him. 

‘Big’ wasn’t the best way to describe it, actually. He was louder, more unhinged compared to the CRT. He didn’t have issues forcing Tenna to be down onto his level, and that was something he admired. No matter the physical difference, that puppet always felt like he was the one in real control.. But that was probably the sleep talking, he was still groggy. 

His fans started spinning, his screen starting to brighten as he slowly woke up. He let out a quiet and staticy groan, pushing his face further into Spamton to try and go back to sleep, it was the middle of the night, for knight’s sake. Tenna’s fans only spun faster in response, his machinery starting to buzz to life against his wishes. He could feel the heat in the air, deducing that's probably why he woke up. If he didn’t, he’d overheat.

More annoyed grumbles poured out of his speakers, clear yet still laden with sleep and exhaustion as he separated himself from Spamton, getting up and out of bed to go turn on the air conditioning. It beeped out loudly before sputtering, failing to turn on. The hotel was shoddy, he probably should’ve guessed this would’ve happened.. It was still better than a dumpster, though. He tried turning it off and on again a few times, yielding no results. Tenna frowned and decided to try and head back to bed, laying back down and tugging down the collar of his shirt. 

They didn’t have any other clothes, so they were both just sleeping in their button-ups and boxers. He had been against it at first, but sleeping in his suit would’ve been uncomfortable and it was too hot to keep on his leather pants. He undid the first few buttons of his shirt, sighing at the feeling of air against his chest. He glanced over to the sleeping puppet next to him, contemplating if he should really open up and expose his wires right next to his friend. But he might overheat if he doesn’t.. Well, he could just unbutton his shirt more instead of going straight to exposed cables. 

He chose exposed cables. The guy was sleeping, he wouldn’t know.. God, it felt like just the thought of it made him more hot (and bothered) than he already was. Imagine if he was caught, huh? Touching his circuitry like some freak, some pervert who couldn’t keep his hands off of himself. He moaned quietly into the air, as he opened up the seam that kept his inner workings hidden. He was only doing this to cool off, he didn’t need to mess with his cables..

He could see the small bit of steam that escaped him as he did so, his fans slowing down as the hot air finally had somewhere to escape to. He unbuttoned his shirt further, halfway through all the buttons as he opened his seam up more, tentatively rubbing one of the wires. He was trying his hardest to be quiet, but small whimpers still poured out of his speakers as he kept going. He was terrible, huh? The minute the parental blocks are off, he just couldn’t keep his hands off of himself. What would Spamton think, if he saw him right now? 

Getting off on his wires, right next to him? He’d call him disgusting. His semi-permanent smile would morph into a sneer almost, maybe he’d be into it and just be mean. Tug on his cables, pulling and twirling them together, berating him about how horrible he was for getting off to it. Digging his grubby hands into his ports, maybe he wouldn’t even care about what he broke and would just start pulling at things. Pressing buttons without caring what they did, fondling coils and pins with no regard for how it felt for Tenna. His screen flickered between his fantasies and static, glowing brightly. 

He was keening now, as he stroked a particularly thick wire, gently tugging on it, using his other hand to try and muffle himself. God, that puppet wouldn’t even be gentle, he’d rub at his switches, maybe he’d even tie up his hands so he couldn’t fight back. Probably with Tenna’s own tie. Or maybe he’d choke him with it? Maybe he’d unplug his dick and keep grabbing his wires, making him cum  over and over and yet without truly letting him hit that peak. He was so, so close now, his boxers a soaked mess while his dick was practically trying to escape out of his underwear. 

He let out a strangled moan, shoving his fist in his mouth in a vain attempt to not be too loud as he peaked. His screen kept cutting between his fantasies, hearts, static and his own flushed face as he rode out his orgasm, his hips bucking up. 

“.. NICE SHOW, [[T.V. TIME!]].”

Tenna’s heart dropped to his stomach, and his screen shut off, mostly from pure shock.

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  Tenna couldn’t look at him. Not anymore, not after all of that. Maybe it was a good thing T.V. was going out of style. He needed to curl up and shut off forever. Spamton seemed to find it funny, but Tenna was mortified. He had half a mind to go and sleep in the cuck chair instead. He probably should, sleeping in the same bed as Spamton sounded like the worst idea ever. Tenna had blocked out Spamton’s chattering a while ago, it was all teases and jabs at the expense of his dignity.

 (“A [[ 2 in 1! ]] ON YOUR SCREEN, AND A  [[ What a Pretty Sight! ]]!!!”)

 What little of it he had left, after all of that. Tenna’s screen was still burning a bright red, as he tried to stammer something out, and gave up on it halfway through.

(“WHAT? [[ Got your wires crossed? ]]? HAHA!!!”)

 What could he say? ‘ Oh sorry there! Was touching my wires to the thought of you, sorry, didn't know you were awake!” That would be HORRIBLE! And he could barely even try to justify himself, he was totally and completely in the wrong. What was he even thinking? Having his hand so brazenly shoved inside of himself right next to him? 

The only reason he even got so.. So desperate, was because Spamton was next to him, at the core of it. Tenna’s screen burned even brighter, as he thought back to those filthy fantasies that he had been, for lack of better phrasing, touching himself to. And even after all of this, he still didn’t find them any less appealing. Tenna finally got himself to his feet, ignoring the jeers that Spamton shouted after him as he curled up into himself on the armchair. 

(“COME ON!! I [[ I'm into it.. ]]!!! COME BACK TO BED, [[ Cathode ]]!!!”)

He winced at the feeling of the cooling cum in his boxers, and it only served to humiliate him more. He didn’t have anything else to change into, so he resigned to just stewing in them. Awful. 

Tenna finally heard Spamton go silent, and he hesitantly glanced over at him. He really thought Spamton would be mad at him, but the fact he used it as fodder to make fun of Tenna was not any better. He almost wished he was angry instead, but where would that leave them? They really did only have each other, at the moment. The puppet was trying to safely get off the bed, his hair all tussled up as he dropped down; it was almost more white than black, at this point. He remembered back when Spamton had all jet black hair, he had to dye it frequently or his white hair would peek through. Tenna had helped, once, when the Salon was closed. ‘It’s easier having somebody else do it!’ is what he said, but Tenna couldn’t help but think he just liked the feeling of someone's hands in his hair. 

He wondered what it felt like. 

Tenna was snapped out of his thoughts by rapid snapping in his face, Spamton had crossed the distance at some point and was standing on one of his thighs , in all his tiny, charming  glory. Tenna flushed again, flinching as the tiny thing yelled at him to pay attention. What was he trying to do? He could laugh at him from the bed- oh. For a guy who just jacked off, you’d think Tenna would be able to take a hint. He heard his fans start spinning faster than before, and he could feel the hot air he was pushing out spread out and hit the sides of his head. 

 “[[Cathode]], [[ Cathode ]]!!! COME ON! IM [[ Talking it up ]] OVER HERE!!” 

“A-alright, I get it! No need to shout, there's no audience!”

Tenna shifted for Spamton’s own comfort, the puppet taking the chance to get much too comfortable in his lap. Tenna was suddenly very, very aware of the fact they were both in basically nothing. Button-ups and boxers. Spamton had had his shirt halfway unbuttoned the entire time, just part of his sleaze-ball look! But Tenna? He had no excuse. Was he really about to do this? No less than a few days ago, he wanted Spamton dead. He still kind of did, the puppet never explained himself.. You’d assume that was first order of business- 

“COME ON [[ Scrap Metal ]], LET YOUR [[ Business Partner ]] MAKE YOUR [[ Hyperlink Blocked ]] DREAMS COME TRUE!!!!!!”

Did Spamton really want this? God, he was the only man he knew who could ever be willing to do this. Even more smoke puffed out of his vents, as he tried averting his gaze.

“USE YOUR WORDS.”

Spamton got closer, their noses were touching. It almost looked silly. He had both of his hands on either side of Tenna’s screen, and was just waiting for the go ahead. For Tenna to let him start digging around. For Tenna to give up and let him take control. They’d done this before, yes, but that was ages ago. A blur of booze and skin-to-skin contact. This was- was slow. Intimate, even. Well, no- he was overthinking things, they hadn’t even done anything! He couldn’t tap out now, could he? They hadn’t started! A nervous smile wormed its way onto Tenna’s face, and he let out a nervous laugh. Spamton’s choice of words weren’t making it any easier for him. 

“Is it hot or just me?- uh, ha ha, uh.. sure-”

Spamtom didn’t wait any longer, smashing their lips together. It felt more like teeth than anything else at first, but Tenna knew better. Cyber people were always a bit alien, Spamton especially! He was more a mishmash of parts meant to look human instead of act human, in Tenna’s opinion. He found it a bit hard to think on, though, since Spamton was currently jamming his tongue down Tenna’s throat. He could hear the way his jaw creaked open bit by bit to open his mouth to let his tongue slither through. It was long and slimy, Distantly it reminded him of some symbiote alien-horror movie. He didn’t mind, trying his best to reciprocate the kiss and groaning into it. The sound was crackly and quiet, but it seemed to spur the puppet on further. 

Spamton toyed with the dials on his head, turning the notches and listening to how Tenna would whimper, occasionally choking on him. Spamton was only able to make him gag twice before he was pulled off, a big hand pulling him away. He enjoyed how Tenna sputtered, he knew it was all theatrics. He breathed to look human, he didn’t have any lungs in that body of his. Speaking of his body… while Tenna was still catching his ‘breath’, he worked on fully undoing his shirt. If he was going to dig his hands in some machinery, he wanted full access. 

“HEY, STAY STILL! [[ Be a good boy~ ]] AND STOP [[ Squirming and Writhing ]].”

Tenna let out a breathy moan, he knew it was just some clip- it was from a romcom, he thinks- but it was still Spamton calling him that. He wiped his face despite the fact there wasn’t any sweat, choosing to hold onto the armrests. He was hard again already, fuck. 

“YOU [[ Enjoy Yourself! ]] WHEN I CALL YOU THAT, [[ Princess ]]?”

Tenna’s breath hitched, nodding as he let out another groan once he felt Spamton’s fingers at his neck, looking for the seam. Or tracing it, either one worked. Spamton hadn’t called him that in ages , and it was doing things to him. Tenna shuddered as Spamton finally started opening him, steam pouring out of him in big puffs. His fans didn’t slow down, though, he was much too worked up for that. Spamton stared down at all of his criss-crossing cables, switches and circuitry. Bronze coils, buttons, this that and the third. It was beautiful. He was beautiful, all twitchy from (In Spamton’s opinion) nothing at all. He giggled as he stared up at Tenna, he was so eager. He felt how Tenna was rocking his hips, trying to get some sweet, sweet friction. 

“YOU JUST [[ Cant wait? Buy now! ]], HUH?” Spamton earned himself a whimper, Tenna was about to respond, stumbling through a sentence, but Spamton cut him off. “ITS [[ Cute and Adorable ]], DON’T WORRY!” Tenna couldn’t wait, all this preamble was going to kill him. “Come on spammy- just.. Haah, p-please just..”

Spamton was about to start touching wires, but that made him pause. 

“COME ON. KEEP [[ Begging, on my knees- ]], [[ T.V. TIME! ]].”

Tenna groaned in frustration, but he choked the words out either way. “Pleas’please please touch me- yank somethin’- just, ghh- just gimme something to- to work with..” He was always such a tease, it wasn’t fair.. Why was he so complacent with this? (because he wanted to be.) 

That puppet smiled like he had just won the lottery, and shoved his hand inside of him. Spamton wasn’t aiming for anything in particular, just grabbing whatever was there, whatever was interesting. Tenna keened and arched his back into him- He could feel electricity rushing and sparking up and down his back, and he couldn’t help but keep trying to grind on him. He grabbed onto Spamton’s shirt, holding him still so he could grind on him, leaking through his boxers. Spamton just stayed there with that stupid smile plastered onto his face, twirling a few cords around his hand and yanking. Tenna cried out, the sound coated in static and crackling. He just kept going, dragging his nails down his ports, knocking all sorts of things out of their place. It was all so much, Tenna never really went further than some gentle tugging, but Spamton was rough with him, was reckless with him. Spamton could see how fast his fans were working overtime, could hear how Tenna’s vents ejected steam, he must really be into this. Tenna’s screen was burning red as he moaned even louder into the air, god, whoever was in the other room next to them must think Tenna was a whore. His thoughts felt like static, barely parsing through his head in the face of how good he felt. 

“ Hnng- ah- Ssp-aA-mmy! Plea- ah- be gentle- hng !-” Tenna was panting harshly, Spamton was reaching his hand down further into him, his wooden fingers rasping against the metal of his pelvic bone. His seam didn’t go down that far, so Spamton was just reaching in blind. Tenna gripped Spamton’s waist even harder, he had long since abandoned trying to keep completely still, but he knew Spamton would appreciate the effort. Right? He had to.. And then he would keep rubbing those wires and- and tell him how well he was following his instructions- 

Tenna whined again, as he felt Spamton pull back his hands from his innards, looking at him with tears starting to build up in his eyes. 

“YOUR SUCH A [[ QuickShot! Fun for all Ages! ]], YOU KNOW? I HAVEN'T EVEN SEEN YOUR [[ BIG SHOT! ]]!!!” He let out that annoying, grating laugh again, matching the pace of Tenna’s hips and grinding back down on him. The sheer joy on his face from seeing how that CRT crumpled, his hands travelling down to Spamton’s thighs and squeezing. It was a bit awkward, but the sentiment was there. “COME ON, YOUR SO [[ Can't wait? ]]!! SHOW SOME >>> Restraint! <<<, AND YOU’LL GET YOUR [[ HyperLink Blocked ]].” Tenna did not have the mental power to try and decode what he said, only really getting the gist of it. His hips stuttered to a stop, static fading in and out of his screen. He tried to focus on what Spamton was doing, but the all-encompassing need he felt made that difficult. 

“GET THOSE [[ Underscores! ]] OFF, [[ Princess ]]!” Right. His boxers, right! Spamton was already shucking his off, Tenna should follow suit, his were dirty anyway. It was an awkward shuffle, but eventually they were both only in their button-ups. His cock was so hard, leaking synthetic lube as a fake pre-come. It was made up of softer silicone, and it was.. Well, proportional to the rest of his body; and Spamton was small. There couldn’t be much space… 

“I can, uh, shrink i-if you need me to-” 

Tenna desperately wanted to shove himself inside, but what little sense he still had made sure he didn’t. Spamton was small! Fragile, even. He was made of wood and.. Whatever it was Addisons were made of. He didn’t want to hurt him! That was a one-way ticket to making sure this never happened again..

“... IT’S FINE! I CAN [[ Online Workshop ]] WITH THIS.”

He held his breath as he watched Spamton line himself up, god, he was so, so ready. His screen was a whirl of red and redder static, his face only appearing for brief moments before the snow overtook it again, his head reclined against the chair and staring at the ceiling. “HEY, [[ PuppyCat ]]. [[Lookie Here! ]].” Tenna whined and lifted his head, looking him in the eyes. “[[ Good Boy! ]]” Spamton tried taking him to the hilt, letting out a choked cry and leaning into Tenna. It was all so much, Spamton barely had time to try and start moving before Tenna was coming, clutching onto Spamton’s shirt like a lifeline. His pathetic whines cut through the garbage noise tumbling out his speakers, his fans rattling as they spun as fast as they could physically manage. Smoke filled the air as it puffed out of his still-open chest piece and his fans, it was a miracle they hadn’t triggered the smoke alarm. 

“Ooh god- spAmmy!- haah- pleasepleas’ please don’t go- hnng-” He was babbling gibberish, his voice interspersed with crackles and pops. Spamton didn’t answer. Tenna didn’t notice, though, still riding out his orgasm. Sparks would pop out from his wires, electricity cackling and giving near-painful jolts to Spamton. Near painful, he found it felt quite good, actually. He hissed through his teeth, trembling as he came along Tenna, a real contrast to the way Tenna was screaming. It hurt his ears a bit.

It only lasted a few minutes, before the CRT went slack against him, holding him as close as he could. Tenna was huffing, taking deep breaths despite not needing to. The air smelled of smoke and burnt plastic, but it felt amazing to his overheating circuits. Spamton put a hand through his hair, his legs still shaking a bit as he tried to pull away. “COME ON, [[ Cathode ]]. LET ME GO [[ Mrs.Clean Magic Sponge! ]] UP.” He didn’t budge, relishing in the weird wooden-fleshiness of his insides. “ Haah.. come on.. Gimme a ssec n’..” he panted, slowly sitting up and putting a hand on his face. “.. can we take a bath t’gether? I could.. Wash your hair..” Spamton chuckled, shifting so Tenna would finally slip out of him. The feeling of liquid static, fuzzy and warm, was odd.. He couldn’t tell if he liked it. “YOUR SO [[ Sweet and Sappy! ]].. FINE. YOU BETTER [[ Hold up your end of the Bargain! ]].” Tenna just smiled, hugging him tighter.

 “Of course.. I always will.”