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The door opens and Idia walks inside, messing with a program on his tablet. He’s gone to his classes, which is still something he can’t believe is regularly happening, but he’s completely out of stamina for any conversation with a single NPC at this point. He needs to either recharge or skip the next day. There’s a program he’s thinking about adding to the security system at the school and-
Ortho is standing at his computer, a wire plugged into one of his ports and several of his drawers that have held various ORTHO appendages, upgrades, and forms are open. Ortho turns to greet him, his face visor completely open, a smile on his face.
“Nii-san! You’re a bit earlier than I predicted, but don’t worry, I’ve almost cleared diagnostics. I have a surprise for you.” A hand comes to cover his mouth as the grin widens in that infamous Shroud way that practically starts the boss music in his head. There’s that devious look on his face that he’s only seen a ghost of on ORTHO’s face and he’s never seen it look quite this intense on younger Ortho.
“O-Oh?” Idia manages a meager reply as he tries to figure out just what Ortho has equipped himself with. There’s the head piece that has a tongue that can taste, the latest version of his hands with extra touch sensors, and the body that…
Idia forces himself to look away from the curve of Ortho’s ass, to look away from the robotic dick that he can see at just the right angle as Ortho turns a little closer to him, finishing up entering a few lines of code. The one version of ORTHO’s body that he felt the worst (and the best) about making because hadn’t he dirtied the version of his kid brother he had in his memory by-
Pink starts to spread up his hair as Idia tries to find a way to…to…fix this?
Does he want to? This isn’t. This isn’t his program anymore. This was Ortho. This was ORTHO and Ortho and he’d purged any part of his AI that had those sort of lewd thoughts when he decided what he was doing was truly, really wrong. If this was happening, it was because Ortho actually wanted it.
Did that make it right..?
A beep interrupts Idia’s thoughts before he can think about the consequences and potential ending this route has for him. Ortho quickly unplugs the cable from himself, and then he turns to face him and Idia is completely unable from letting his eyes drop to appreciate what is absolutely one his most impres- lewd bodies he’s ever made. Ortho’s visor isn’t on so he can see the full face. It’s something ever since…it’s something Ortho’s done more often.
There’s a look on his face so more expressive that Idia’s seen in such a long time. It’s the way Ortho grins, the flash of sharpened teeth. It’s the way his gaze stares him down, full of wanting and appreciation with one eye open slightly more in a way that is so incredibly Shroud his heart aches. It’s a look Ortho never really got to wear in its entirety. It’s a look he’s not gotten to see like this.
Before he can process any of his thoughts because the flashbacks he’s about to trigger are still more than he can deal with, Ortho’s suddenly in his space. He grabs both of Idia’s hands and yanks him to the bed. Idia tries to say something, but he finds that this is a scripted action with no dialogue choices. As if there’s a cutscene that transports him from the doorway of his room to his bed on his back, Ortho immediately climbs on top of him.
“Nii-chan.” Ortho calls for him and moves to unzip his jacket. Idia just stares at him stunned as the pink spreads up his hair and across his face. “Nii-chan.” Ortho shoves his shirt to expose his skin that has definitely not seen the light in days, which is more mortifying than he’d like to admit because it’s somehow lighter than his pale skin. That doesn’t seem to matter to Ortho who looks at him with a look so new, laced with something so familiar from both ORTHO and Ortho, that Idia can’t help but to flush an even deeper color that spreads down his front.
“My Nii-san…” Ortho leans forward, swirling his tongue in a spot across his rib cage and Idia’s eyes widen as Ortho bites the spot hard enough that Idia can feel the warmth of his blood for a moment before Ortho laps it up. It’s a move that should probably drain some HP, but it only seems to fill a different status bar that Idia tries to pretend doesn’t exist. Ortho repeats the motion a few times, and Idia finds that he can’t stop the whines that leave his mouth as Ortho marks him, leaving a trail down the side of him right to his hips.
“You’ve been doing so well. I want to reward you!” His voice is somehow that innocent chipper tone he uses so often, but Idia can feel the desire that radiates from it. Idia can practically feel the status effect it induces. Ortho shifts himself, his knee grinding in between Idia’s legs and the whine that escapes his lips is his loudest and most pathetic yet. “You’re so pretty for me, Nii-chan. No one ever gets to see you like this. Only for me…” Ortho leans forward, his knee grinding again, as he cups Idia’s face and kisses him roughly, teeth against teeth.
Idia moves to lace his fingers in Ortho’s hair, but before he can, two appendages move from Ortho’s back and pin his arms above his head. Past Idia was both a menace and a genius for adding the robot tentacles to this form. Ortho grins against his lips before kissing across his jaw.
“Nii-san. This is okay, right? You’ve been doing so much. Won’t you just let me do everything this time?” And really who is Idia to say no to that? Who is he to tell Ortho no? So all he can really do is nod in response. His ability to form words seems to be disabled at the moment. That’s enough for Ortho, who laughs in a way that has Idia feeling butterflies before he leaves a smattering of hickies, rough enough to draw blood, across his neck to his collarbone
“Nii-chan.” Ortho cups the sides of his face and grins a full toothy grin that reaches his eyes. He grins in a way that ORTHO could never and Ortho never got a chance to. Idia’s not sure that he deserves this unlockable cutscene, but with the way things are going, Ortho is the player character and he’s the NPC.
“...Cute.” Idia manages to mumble out, his eyes tracing the stain of his blood on Ortho’s teeth. Ortho giggles in response, before leaning in and kissing Idia with all of the love and passion that Idia has ever wanted and has never dared to express. The kiss is gentle in that it is deliberate. Ortho maps every inch of his lips, his teeth, and the insides of his mouth to memory with his tongue. The kiss is needy and full of hunger as once Ortho’s mapped him out, it’s tongue against tongue. Idia lets out an embarrassing sound as Ortho sucks on his tongue, grazing his teeth against it as it leaves his mouth.
“Wanting is such a strange feeling, Nii-san…” Ortho says after studying him for a moment. Idia’s brain feels fizzy, like it’s melted and he’s either out of stamina already or maybe he really is an NPC waiting on the player character’s input. “I’ve wanted before out of logic. Things made sense so they should happen…” Ortho shifts himself down so that he’s kneeling in between Idia’s legs. His hands make quick work of Idia’s pants, undoing them and yanking anything in the way down. “But there really is no logic behind this. I want you. I want to taste you, Nii-chan. I want to feel you..”
Something about Ortho sitting there and saying something that feels straight out of one his favorite BL games tinged with feelings has him going crazy. Ortho drags his fingertips over his erection. It twitches at contact, embarrassingly hard for this entire situation.
“I can tell Nii-san…that you want me too” Ortho giggles, full of delight and before Idia can even dare to protest or say anything in response, Ortho leans down and swirls his tongue around the tip of his dick. Idia can’t even use his hands to stop the embarrassing sounds that leave his mouth as Ortho continues, moving to suck on the tip. His hips buck a little and Ortho manages to steady himself. “Eager, Nii-chan.” Ortho giggles again before gripping the base of Idia’s dick and sliding him past his lips as deep as he possibly can.
The warm, wet heat of Ortho’s mouth is so much. This body really is one of Idia’s greatest masterpieces even if it is also one of his greatest sins. Ortho’s good at this too. Whether it’s programming or learning or the fact that Ortho can monitor his body functions as he moves to suck, to swirl his tongue, or drag his teeth against the sides in a way that’s almost too much. Ortho is slow and deliberate, careful to never do anything that will push Idia too far. It’s tortuous even if the sight of Ortho’s lips around his dick lights a hunger in him.
“O-ortho-” Idia calls out in warning, because it’s embarrassing how close he is. Just as he does that, Ortho squeezes the base of his dick and pulls off immediately. Idia can’t help but whine because it is absolutely not fair. It’s like fighting a battle and there’s just one hp left. He might have another turn, but it doesn’t mean he shouldn’t have just finished.
“Uh uh, Nii-san! I’m being selfish this time. I want to ride you first. Besides, my knowledge of your own masturbation techniques does show that you do like to edge yourself. Isn’t it that much better to have it controlled by someone else?” It’s the innocence in his voice as he his face in that patented Shroud grin, one eye slightly more open and sharp teeth showing in his grin. “Let me have all of you that I want, Nii-chan.”
“I’m….yours…I’m yours, Ortho.” Idia has been Ortho’s for longer than he’s ever been aware of. To have him here now, able to take what he wants. Able to express his desires. This is quite honestly what Idia has wanted himself.
“And I’m yours, Nii-chan.” Bringing his fingers to his lips, Ortho sucks on them, mirroring what he has just done to Idia. It’s lewd and Idia can’t help but try to memorize every moment of it. It’s easier to see the expressions across his face like this. “I have always been yours.” Ortho spreads his legs and slides three fingers in. The body he built for Ortho doesn’t actually need any prep for this, so he knows this show is just for him to watch. It’s for him to get a preview of the lustful, lewd expressions that Ortho has as he fucks himself on his own fingers, leaning forward so his own neglected dick leaking pre-cum is pressed against Idia’s in a similar state. With each thrust of Ortho’s fingers, it brings more friction between their erections and Idia can’t help but try to buck into it, desperate for more. He’s so close it’s frustrating.
“Not yet…” Grabbing the sides of Idia’s hips partially to stop Idia from moving and partially to line himself up, Ortho shifts and buries Idia’s dick as deep into him as he can possibly go. Idia tries to buck against Ortho’s grip, desperate to get that release that he is so close to, desperate to pick up the pace. However, Ortho takes a moment to enjoy the feeling of Idia filling him before moving at the slowest possible pace imaginable. Idia’s whines get loud enough that he’s worried someone else on his floor might dare to say something.
“You’re so pretty, Nii-san…” Ortho says slowly, as he continues to fuck himself on Idia, only picking up the pace a smidge every time Idia cries particularly loud. “I’m recording this so I can play this for myself. Not that I won’t do this again, Nii-san. But you’re like a painting. Pretty pinks and blues, covered in the sheen of sweat. Your biometrics are completely out of control. You’re a wreck, Nii-chan. A blushing, desperate, begging wreck. You’re mine.” Ortho’s a mess himself, or rather the program that Idia has in Ortho’s current gear lets Ortho experience all the pleasure, sensations, and depravity himself. His skin is flushed in the exact way Idia likes.
“I’m……yours….O-ortho.” Idia manages to get out as twitches his hand against the restraint. “Let me have a hand….want to help you come…..let me…?” It’s hard to string together coherent thoughts, but Idia really does want to watch Ortho splatter all over his front at the side time he loses control. The robo-tentacle slithers away from his right hand, and Idia immediately wraps his hand around Ortho’s dark blue dick. Ortho arches his back, pushing himself more into Idia’s hand before sliding back and pushing himself down hard against Idia.
The stimulation is enough to convince Ortho to move faster, desperate to chase the high that Idia’s been denied this whole time. Ortho fucks himself violently on Idia, a speed that Idia knows for a fact will bruise horrifically. He keeps shifting to press himself roughly against Idia’s hand or fuck himself on Idia. “Nii-san…fuck…fuck…Nii-chan….” Ortho whines out, finally sounding as desperate as Idia has.
The two of them sound absolutely depraved and wrecked together, whining and moaning calling each other's names mixed in with expletives before finally, Idia can’t stop himself. His vision whites out, only to be shocked as Ortho still moves to fuck himself on Idia. The overstimulation from this point renders Idia completely unable to make coherent sounds, tears prick at his eyes before finally Ortho stutters and the synthesized cum splatters all over Idia’s front. Ortho takes a deep breath, not that he needs it but he knows the way it looks, before leaning forward to drag a finger through his own cum and lick it suggestively off his finger.
Idia was so absolutely, unbelievably fucked.
BONUS SCENE.
Maybe actually Idia was never coming back to class in person again. He’d done like 5 days of it. So what if he hadn’t gone to a single dorm or dorm leader meeting in person yet. There were too many people at one of them and honestly all of the other dorm heads were absolutely terrifying.
Case in point his current class where every so often, Vil was staring him down like he’d committed the most horrific of fashion crimes. Idia didn’t think his hoodie was that bad, even if maybe okay it should have been washed last week. It didn’t actually smell….probably.
Regardless, the bell rings and Idia moves to get back to his room as fast as possible. Unfortunately, he doesn’t actually have no encounters properly enabled, and Vil grabs his wrist before he can flee.
“You are going to come to the bathroom with me at once.” Vil says and Idia tries to figure out what the hell he did to trigger this kind of route with Vil of all people. He’s played enough porn games to know exactly how this scenario plays out.
“W-wait, V-vil-Shi, I d-don’t-” Idia tries to protest, but Vil is ten times stronger than he looks , and he looks pretty strong, and he manages to drag Idia into the bathroom.
“Do you know how to use concealer?” Vil starts not even dignifying him an answer to the barely coherent sentence Idia has tried so hard to put together.
“Not particularly. I don’t use that as much when I cosplay because I opt for more full armor where no one can see my face or wear a mask be-” Idia almost slides into a tangent, but Vil cuts him off turning him towards the mirror.
“I can’t believe I must instruct you too on this. You’re very lucky I have your shade even on me. You cannot think that it’s proper to be in public like this.” Idia opens his mouth to protest Vil’s words, but before he does, he stares in the mirror at what Vil has pointed out.
Ortho had left hickies so high that even his hoodie doesn’t cover it. There’s no way that wasn’t on purpose. He’s been out for hours like this. His hair starts to turn pink all the way up from the tips.
“V-Vil-Shi!! I can explain! It’s n-” Idia tries to think of something that will explain this situation, but his deception roll definitely won’t be high enough against Vil.
“I really do not need nor want to hear how. Just please watch me, so that in the future you can prevent this from happening again.” Vil moves to apply the concealer, hiding the marks that Ortho left.
“T-thank you…” Idia mumbles. He’d have to have a talk with Ortho about this anyway…