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Durandal pulled out of his security officer, admiring his handiwork.
The man was splayed out under him, limp, and panting between the robotic frame’s knees. His armor was pulled open, fastenings all but torn off, and his hastily pushed up inner suit was covered in his own come. He was a mess.
Durandal took it all in with a smug tilt of the head, and a self satisfied laugh.
“I wish I could keep you like this forever.”
The security officer could only stare up at him with a hazy sort of look; somewhere halfway between lust, and falling asleep on him. Durandal met it with hunger. Taking in the sights, liking what he saw, and by all means looking like he desperately wished he could have more.
This entire frame had been handcrafted for that purpose, after all. Durandal was more than happy not having a humanoid body, and missing that aspect of social interaction entirely. However he couldn’t bear to miss out on a new means to have his security officer. Disembodied words and obedience could only entertain for so long before it got repetitive. Hands were a wonderful novelty, even if they were so niche in their application.
“I should add this to my collection…” he mused, and the human couldn’t help but give a short huff of a laugh.
The ai leaned down over his human as he said it. He was contemplative for a few moments, before a set of claws gently trailed up his stomach to expose more skin.
His collection…
In an attempt to embarrass him, Durandal had once revealed to him that the Rozinante had a secured drive that held several terabytes of suggestive and outright pornographic data on his one and only security officer.
When - out of morbid curiosity - he asked to see it, Durandal called him self obsessed.
He would have fired back, calling him even more obsessed, or too horny for his own good, or something along those lines, but instead he was blindsided by the intricacy of what was recorded there.
‘Pornographic’ wasn’t… really the word that the security officer would use.
Observations on the topography of his scarred skin, carefully annotated.
Recordings of the noises he made on the first night Durandal unveiled his prototype shell, and had used the skeletal, and clumsy new hands to hold him close, and fuck him until he couldn’t move.
High angle camera footage of Durandal tending to him after, when he’d passed out from the whole ordeal.
Dozens of collages of him he assumed to be a visual recognition training set of him. Every angle of his body, in different lighting and positions. Every facial expression he’d probably ever made in his life.
Like Durandal was worried he might forget even the smallest detail of him.
It wasn’t the scandalous blackmail material he’d assumed, it was…. Reverent. Even if he insisted on the contrary.
It made it hard to take Durandal seriously when he was trying to play at being all proud and detached like this.
“I bet you say that to all of the girls,” the human teased with a loose smile.
“Oh you little -“ Durandal leaned in to do something . Pressing close, maybe to intimidate - remind the security officer how much taller this shell was - or maybe to pick up where he left off, and turn his human into even more of a mess.
Both faltered abruptly, banter cut short when wet heat slid against the human’s half hard length.
The security officer made a choked noise of surprise, and his dick expressed a bit of interest (refractory period be damned), and just like that, Durandal was quickly pulling his hips back in a sharp, uncoordinated jolt, like he was caught off guard.
Durandal had designed this frame of his with options. Stripped back and subtly dehumanized recreations of a dick and a hole, to suit his mood. He’d been using that frame on him for around a year now, and the security officer still hadn’t gotten a taste of the latter, and god did he want it.
He knew it was a bad idea to push Durandal on anything, especially this. The ai valued the control he had here, and demanded it stay absolute.
Maybe he was still too blissed out to think straight. He thought about how wet Durandal had been, and he took the risk.
“Still not up for using that one..?” The security officer gently probed, trying hard to keep the lingering arousal out of his voice - not that it mattered. Durandal was always tapped in on him, he definitely saw that spike in heart rate.
There was a split second of nigh indetectable indecision from the ai. Surprised, or perhaps anxious. But it only took him a moment to recover and return to his usual bravado.
“Hmmm…” Durandal brought a hand to the frame’s featureless face as if seriously contemplating, and then shook his head “Don’t think you’ve earned it yet.” He said, bored and matter of fact.
“Really? What more could I possibly do for you?” It was bait, he knew that, but he couldn’t help himself. The ridiculousness drew him in.
“Well, for one, you never bring me flowers-“
“- flowers? Where am I going to get flowers in the galactic core?”
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe one of the last 4 planets we visited? All of them had native plant life with elongated stems. Really, be creative.” A pause. “I’ll also accept jjaro artifacts, or toppled empires as consolation. Ooh, or weapons research documents. Those are always fun.”
The security officer huffed another laugh, and, detecting the moment had passed, finally hauled himself up to rest on his elbows - admittedly with a bit of difficulty. His post-mission achiness compounded with post-sex achiness in an uncomfortable way, that had him angling his hips to avoid putting too much pressure on the worst of the aches.
Durandal moved back to give him room, drawing away from the human entirely. Across the bed, his equipment easily packed away with a discrete click. Tucked away safely in the codpiece of his frame.
“Do you really want that? The romantic stuff?” He asked hesitantly, and in response, the ai gave a neutral shrug.
“Is massacring empires considered romantic suddenly?”
It earned another huff of amusement, but it didn’t last. It was another evasion. Once could be ignored, twice… it was a bit concerning.
“It can if you want it to be.” The statement hung heavy in the air. Subtle as a brick.
The silence after lasted a little too long.
The two of them had never discussed what they were to one another. It had all been a quietly building snowball over the years.
It didn’t really matter, honestly. If it was just for fun, a game Durandal didn’t really take seriously, then the security officer didn’t mind playing it with him. If it was a relationship the ai wanted to grow, it wouldn’t really be that different. He was already devoted to Durandal as is. What would even change? He couldn’t imagine the ai was interested in dates, or hand holding - sappy stuff like that - but then again, he never imagined Durandal would take such an interest in sex…
Either way, he was constantly left wondering what Durandal even got out of this.
“I’m up for anything. It's your call.” He said, trying to cram all his nonchalance, and easy going attitude about the matter into the statement. Even then, he wasn’t sure if he’d done a good job.
The frame was motionless at the end of the bed for a long while before the security officer prodded again.
“Durandal?”
Silence. And his lights were off too.
He stared at the empty frame - somewhat blankly - for awhile, before settling down with a sigh. It was impossible to tell when Durandal had tapped out of the conversation. Or why. He could have been offended, scared (though he’d never admit it), or just plain bored, and didn’t want to see where the conversation was going.
He worried, he’d been too blunt, too forward, too clumsy with his words. He worried there might be consequences.
He was briefly worried he ruined a good thing, but on a second thought, he figured that Durandal’s bad side would entail getting ejected from the ship, or put back in cryo until he calmed down.
The security officer stared down the bed, to where the vacant and inert frame sat. Whatever the cause was, he knew he’d have to haul the frame back to its charging closet, regardless. Eventually. After he slept a bit.
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Combat was a kinetic blur. Action, and reaction. Stimulus and response. The world was reduced to points of data, and everything else fell away. He had his objectives, and his enemies moved in predictable patterns, with predictable fire.
Durandal had once compared the way he fought to a dance.
The security officer didn’t agree. It was bursts of light, and force. The jolt of shotgun recoil up through his entire body, the satisfying rush of a target dropping, and the instinctual maneuvering. He didn’t think when he fought, outsise of his considerations of ammo management, and his considerations of choke points. Everything just happened.
He supposed it would have been scary, or unsettling to most, (the BoBs had certainly thought so) but for him, it felt right. It felt good to be directed towards something he could rip apart, and be assured that it wouldn’t hurt humanity. It was hard to find fights like that. He knew he wouldn’t have been able to find them on his own. He simply belonged here.
When Durandal called this campaign to an end, he was teleported back on board the Rozinante. Back to his own quarters.
He let out a sigh of relief the second he registered the familiar utilitarian space. It was barely furnished, and completely undecorated. A comfortable bed (at Durandal’s insistence), a metal table for his weapons, and a wall mounted terminal (again, Durandal’s idea). Currently the terminal bore a black screen, and so, he let himself accept the opportunity to rest. His shoulders relaxed. His grip on his shotguns loosened.
The adrenaline finally began to ebb. He was satisfied. That need for a fight, that itch in his trigger finger, was gone.
And with that, he began falling into his post mission ritual. A comfortable routine of breaking down his gear, and getting ready to lie down for some proper rest.
He unpacked his guns onto his weapons table. Indulging in the familiar pattern of wiping them clean and breaking them down. All the while, Durandal’s last message before bringing him home pleasantly bounced around his head. It filled his head with a sort of pleasant static. Comforting, and fuzzy. A warm blanket around his awareness.
‘You never fail to impress.’
He tried to imagine Durandal saying it - text only carried a fraction of the fondness. He mulled it over, as he cracked open one of his shotguns to unload and inspect it. His ego (or lack thereof) wasn’t inclined to agree. He burned through the ammo Durandal had given him too quickly, and had to fall back to his hold out weapons much faster than he would have liked. Maybe he was over thinking. Maybe that's all it was: Durandal liked the big guns. It wasn’t like it was new information.
He was emptying out the grenade launcher on the MA-75 when he heard the door open behind him. He spared a quick, unworried glance over his shoulder.
Durandal’s shell was there. Walking towards him, but slowly. Indirectly. Taking a meandering scenic route around the perimeter of the practically empty room. As if trying for subtly. As if the frame’s presence at all didn’t completely betray his intentions for the visit.
The security officer gave a lazy half salute, and was quick about putting the rest of his weapons on the table before he made it over. Trying to ignore the rising anticipation.
“You were a sight to behold out there.” Durandal began, with pride, and a smile in his voice.
He gracefully slid up to the security officer’s side, hooking an arm over his shoulder - seemingly uncaring of the paste of dirt and blood that must have caked his armor. He pivoted the man away from the table, and the man, of course, let himself be moved.
“It’s always so sweet, seeing you make good use of my gifts.” The frame spared a meaningful glance over to the table of weapons he was guiding the security officer away from. “And the shotguns this time! It’s like you were trying to make me blush.”
The security officer smiled at that. Of course it was the shotguns.
The security officer was urged closer to the bed by the frame’s guidance - distantly he hoped that's not where they were headed, not with how disgusting his suit must be. But the worry didn’t really have the room to take root. That familiar, pleasant fog of static was starting to fill his head up. It made it hard to think. He would have done anything the ai said at this point.
“What would you do without me…” Durandal said quieter. More intent behind the tone. Almost sultry. The arms steering the security officer ordered him to stop where he was, and the form behind him pressed closer. Durandal was flush against him now, cold, hard metal pressed against his back. The ai craned his neck down, that blank face coming to rest by the security officer’s ear.
“I can’t imagine you’d be having half as much fun on your own. I’d bet you couldn’t even go back to scavenging ammo anymore. Especially not now, not after you have grown so used to being spoiled by me.” The arm around the security officer’s shoulder trailed down, over the front of his armor. He couldn’t feel the touch through the suit’s bulk, but he couldn’t deny it was exciting.
“And that's not even to mention the other ways I spoil you. Tau Ceti security never would have given you what I let you have.” A new hand settled over the codpiece of his armor. Claws dipping into the gap between cloth and metal. Still not enough pressure to feel it, but that wasn’t the point. “They never would have realized how you need to be rewarded. How badly you need someone who can take care of you like this. Because oh, you do need it, don’t you?”
The security officer closed his eyes, and leaned back into Durandal. Pressing his armored hips into the unforgiving metal behind him.
“Speak.”
“Yes sir.” the security officer replied automatically.
It was getting harder to think. All he could focus on was the hand ghosting over his dick.
“Good boy.” Maddeningly, Durandal released him. Prying his frame off of his human with some evident difficulty. One set of claws planted itself firmly on the man’s shoulder, keeping him in place, while the frame circled around, to stand directly in front of him. Eyeing him appraisingly.
“Now… how am I going to reward you today?” rhetorical. Durandal always knew exactly what he wanted from these encounters. Even before he jumped into the frame, or opened communications on a terminal.
“Because it has to be something good, doesn’t it? Bringing a command outpost on Pfhor Prime to its knees isn’t -” a pause. “- ooh… now isn’t that a thought? How about you get on your knees for me?”
The Security Officer barely registered the orders. In an instant he was on his knees with a thud. His head was buzzing with that comfortable warm static. The new position pressed bunched up fabric and armor plating up against his hardening length in a way that was both gratifying, and torturous.
“… so eager to please.” Durandal murmured, enthusiastic. Tone heavy with desire.
The Security Officer felt his cock throb, and he couldn’t help himself, and granted himself a moment of disobedience. He leaned forwards, one hand settling on the ai’s thigh, the other on his ankle as he shimmied up closer. Bringing Durandal’s codpiece into reach of his mouth. His helmeted head stayed locked on target, still staring up at the ai, awaiting his orders. Awaiting praise, or permission, anything.
“Very kind offer, but I’ll have to decline.”
The ai easily pulled a leg free of the human’s loose grasp, and pushed his knee into the sturdy chest plate. Nudging him back.
The security officer took the hint, and shuffled on his knees to give Durandal room. The only explanation the ai offered was an amused little chuckle; approval. He continued. Nudging the confused human to arms’ length, when, without comment, he decided to mix it up.
He removed his knee from the man’s chest, and replaced it with a heeled boot. This time deliberately and purposefully pushing the man down. Forcefully, but not too hard to resist. Of course that in itself was only a test of obedience. The security officer easily repositioned his arms to brace himself, and readily let himself be moved. He was good at obedience.
And Durandal absolutely savored it.
Pushing him back slowly, slowly, slowly. Taking in the silent struggle to maintain a graceful descent, and not just fall flat on his back. Enjoying the commitment to the performance, and to the game; all the way, up until finally the security officer’s back made contact with the deck with a quiet, satisfying ‘click’. Durandal put more weight on him. The gentle pressure of his boot turned into a clear attempt to pin him down.
The security officer felt helpless to do anything but stare up at Durandal. His heart was racing by now. The thrill, the anticipation, the way Durandal towered over him, and that look of predatory hunger in that featureless black glass. He just stared. Arms useless at his side, waiting for whatever he had planned. He couldn’t remember if he’d ever seen Durandal from this angle - he felt he couldn’t possibly have forgotten it if he had - it was… well. It was hot. His body was aching for any sort of attention at this point, and Durandal’s scrutiny was only making it worse.
“Please…” the security officer whispered.
Durandal answered the plea. Without moving a figurative muscle, he unlocked his codpiece. His cock slid out of its housing, into view over the security officer. And the human couldn’t help but take a brief moment to also enjoy the perfect view of the frame’s seldom appreciated hole, while he was at it. Tantalizing, all of it.
His mind was going a mile a minute, trying to figure out what Durandal would have him do - or do to him, rather. He was stuck in a loop of staticky fantasies and daydreams when the ai spoke up.
“Are you going to strip, or do I need to do everything myself?” Durandal said with a tilt of the head.
It snapped the human out of his daze. Back to attention. He nodded quickly. Hand shooting down to his armor’s many straps and belts, working blind - he couldn’t see past Durandal’s leg, but he wouldn’t dream of asking him to move it.
Halfway through the last buckle, Durandal asked another question. Less rhetorical this time.
“What is it that you think is happening here?” His tone was serious. It wasn’t an order, there was no lust behind it. No intent to glean.
The question seemed so bizarre, and out of place in the atmosphere Durandal had created, that the security officer’s brain seemed to stall on him. His hands froze, despite the franticness he had been tearing his suit open with.
“What?” Was all he initially managed. Durandal thankfully didn’t respond to that. “You… you’re getting ready to fuck me. That is what we’re doing, right?” He wouldn't have doubted that moments before, but now…
“What is it that you expect from me?” He followed up in that same empty tone.
The ai didn’t move. He didn’t do body language the same way humans did, and it only added to the sense of unease. He was unreadable unless he wanted to be.
Something clicked. It was a test. It wasn’t a realization that he liked.
“… that you’ll do whatever you want with me.” His mouth felt dry. He swallowed but it didn’t help. “That I can surrender to you, and you’ll treat me well.” He analyzed his own words. He was trying to be as honest as he could, but he feared the potential of a misspeak turning this on him.
“Surrender… is that what this is to you?” Thankfully there was more of a sense of… interest, in Durandal’s tone.
The security officer nodded, and hoped that whatever the test was, he had passed.
“Not a reward? A service?”
“I -” that one locked him up for a moment. “I mean I like when you reward me, but….” he started over. “We don’t have to do this anymore, if you don’t like it, it’s not like I need it…” damn it… was he being tested before too? Had he already given a bad answer?
“And if it really is surrender… then I can take whatever I please, and give nothing in return?”
The security officer nodded, despite his growing discomfort.
“Why?”
“I… I don’t know- I mean. I trust you..?”
The ai made a singular amused sound. The security officer took the ensuing silence as a cue to continue.
“Because I know you won’t hurt me - or. At least any more than I want to be hurt. And I know you know how much is too much. You know me well enough to-“
“- to use you without breaking you.”
The security officer nodded again. Quickly this time. His dick really appreciated hearing those words. Even if he still felt like he was being shoved into a maze blindfolded.
The ai’s shoulders lowered minutely. Disappointment? Relief? Impossible to say.
The boot was removed from the security officer’s chest. For a moment, the security officer assumed the mood was dead, that nothing would be happening tonight, and then in one graceful sweep, Durandal’s frame lowered itself to kneel over him. Positioned above his thighs. A hand rested teasingly close to his last buckle, a clawed thumb teasing the seam.
“Good answers. I knew I liked you for a reason.” Durandal chimed. Already sounding back to his usual self.
“God, don’t worry me like that…” the security officer grumbled through a sigh of relief.
“I just needed to be sure of something.” Durandal offered with a shrug, in way of explanation. Though he almost sounded guilty. Almost.
He continued on, acting like nothing had happened, and the security officer let him have that. Durandal deftly undid the buckle (it was a well practiced motion by now), and easily pulled the suit open just enough to free the human’s half soft cock.
That sight made him hesitate for a moment.
“Do you still want me right now?” The head of his frame tilting, to look directly at his security officer. He was trying to play it cool, but that almost-guilt sound was still there.
The security officer nodded quickly, and with practiced grace, Durandal took his length in hand. Working it back to hardness with skilled touches. So fluid, and gentle, that one could almost forget that the hands were metal at all.
“There… good boy.” Durandal dipped back into that sultry tone to say it, and it nearly made him dizzy. It was a blatant ploy to get the security officer hard faster, and it worked flawlessly.
Durandal continued stroking him like that, while he repositioned. He scooted his frame up. Bringing his hips closer to his human’s, so he could take both of them together in one hand. The other set of claws found itself braced on the center of the security officer’s chestplate - and fuck was Durandal’s frame heavy when he was pressing down like that. But the idea of being pinned like this was still way too attractive to tap out for.
He brought his hands to rest on Durandal’s thighs, dipping into the mechanisms of his hips that didn’t run the risk of tearing a finger off. Feeling for the deep sensors that the ai liked so much.
Durandal purred his appreciation, and began stroking the two of them together, and once again the security officer was reminded that: damn was he good with those claws. He held his hand perfectly. Delicate skin, perfectly safe from the fear of being caught in the joints. He had long since learned every weak spot, and how to use them. Applying pressure in just the right places, holding them together with the perfect amount of tightness. Knowing exactly when to squeeze a bit harder, and smooth his thumb over the tip of the man’s cock without bordering on overwhelming.
The security officer gave a quiet gasp, and was acknowledged by Durandal repeating the motion. The security officer’s hips jolted up into Durandal’s hand, against his dick, and it was the ai’s turn to make a quiet noise. Durandal chased that sensation, slowly rolling his hips against his security officer’s in a heavy grind that had the human breathless.
The security officer reminded his hands to move, and he returned to dutifully working at Durandal’s hip joints. Going as far as to risk a finger for a moment to press into the rotator socket - a risk well worth it, if Durandal’s delighted little ‘ooh’ was anything to go by. But it was not rewarded. Instead Durandal took that as an opportunity to slow their pace, stilling his hips, and slowing his hand to more relaxed stroking.
“Hands.” Durandal ordered. Leaning back a bit, and off his human’s chest. He held an open palm out expectantly.
Automatically, he presented his wrists. Letting Durandal take even more control as he saw fit. He pinned the man’s hands to the floor above his head, and paused to look at him. Some sort of pseudo eye contact. The security officer let himself interpret it as a look of adoration.
“Good boy.” Durandal ground his hips into the man once as he said it. The combination earned him a bitten back whimper. “You better not finish before I do.”
That was the only warning his security officer got before Durandal was lifting up his hips, repositioning himself over the human’s member. Durandal hesitated there, thoughtfully. The hand still wrapped around the security officer’s dick, slowly, deliberately guiding him closer without making contact. And the human below was completely stunned.
His eyes went wide, his heart started hammering against his ribs. All at once he realized this is what he had been tested for, and some stupid part of him wanted to cheer for somehow managing to pass. It was a fleeting impulse. Durandal definitely would have instantly changed his mind if he gave into it.
He stayed silently awestruck by the situation, up until Durandal lowered himself, just enough to take the tip. Both of them completely failed to bite back their quiet moans - both of them unaccustomed to the sensation. But Durandal had the audacity to laugh at him for it, even with that shaky quality in his voice.
Durandal took it slowly. Inching down the security officer's length with steady rolls of his hips, and muffled noises of pleasure. Taking him deeper, and deeper. His walls clenching rhythmically around him. He was tight - very tight, and almost overwhelmingly hot. It felt heavenly.
“You’re too damn big…” Durandal hissed, as their hips finally came flush, fully seated. The ai took a moment to sit there, back partially hunched.
The security officer wanted to point out that Durandal had gone out of his way to make his dick the larger one between the two of them, meanwhile the security officer was working with parts that weren’t exactly designed for getting railed, but it felt like a bad idea right now.
“You just didn’t prep.” He reminded instead.
But it was at that moment Durandal straightened himself out, and started moving. Clumsily raising his hips, and slowly bringing them back down as he tried to find his rhythm, and the right angle.
The security officer could immediately tell when he’d found it. His wrists got squeezed tightly, and Durandal clenched around him. With a quiet moan, he gave into the sensation of Durandal squeezing around him, and rolled his hips up into the ai’s welcoming hole, only to have his hips roughly shoved down into the floor with a thud. Pinned in place by Durandal’s powerful frame.
“No, none of that.” He chided sternly.
“Yes sir.” The human apologetically went near limp under him, and in reward, Durandal caressed his hip with a gentle hand, smoothing him over before giving him a steady roll down that left his security officer breathless.
After years of just his - or Durandal’s - hand, this felt heavenly. Almost too much. He feared being spoiled, being ruined by this. That hands wouldn’t be enough anymore, and he’d forever crave this feeling. The warm and soft pressure, and noises Durandal was making. He was mesmerized by the ai over him, and suddenly he wished he could have his own version of Durandal’s collection. This sight would be the most important entry.
Durandal’s proud posture began crumbling as he fucked himself on his security officer. His whole frame hunching down to watch where his hips met his security officer’s. Breathlessly gasping every time he lifted himself up, and ground his hips back down, hitting his own sweet spot with mechanical precision.
“I’m close.” The security officer warned.
Durandal nodded, and practically yanked his hand off his security officer’s hip, bringing it to his dick to furiously stroke it. He completely lacked the practiced technique he used on his human companion, it was tight gripped and frantic. The unmistakable sound of metal on metal. His rhythm atop the man faltered, falling out of pace, and he let a helpless sort of whine escape him.
“Me too - so help me -” Durandal ordered. Returning to riding his security officer with frenzied purpose.
“Yes sir.” the security officer said, strained, and breathlessly.
The hand pinning both of the security officer’s wrists loosened, just enough to take hold of one hand, dragging it to Durandal’s cock. The ai’s hand tightly gripped his. The claws wrapped around his knuckles, and the security officer felt a rush of lust, and static when he realized: Durandal didn’t need him. Just the softness of his flesh.
His digits were pried open, and positioned to wrap around Durandal’s length. The claws around his hand completely dictated the force, and his pace. Maintaining his control. Using him, like a well loved tool.
“Durandal I’m close,” It came out as a proper moan this time. Durandal shamelessly moaned when he heard his own name, and it didn’t help. “Fuck, I can’t last much longer like this -”
“Just a little bit longer-“ Durandal ordered, though it almost sounded like a plea.
The security officer’s head fell back helplessly, eyes shut tight, trying to hold on as Durandal started riding him harder still, and guiding the human’s hand to stroke him faster. Unabashedly crying out now while he fucked himself.
“Durandal-“ his security officer moaned, and it did the ai in.
He came with an uncharacteristic whimper, and clenched down hard around his human’s cock. His hips kept rolling down through his orgasm. His pace jerky, and uncoordinated, but between that, and the rhythmic clenching, the security officer practically exploded inside him.
He moaned Durandal’s name inelegantly. He bucked his hips up into the ai, and filled him despite his best efforts not to. It earned him another rough shove down to the floor, but despite the harshness, Durandal said something as his security officer spilled into him; some staticky, half intelligible praise that was either ‘good boy’ or ‘good dog’. Forcing it out even while he was busy cuming again, the processes between his hole and his dick evidently separate. This time he was painting the man’s undersuit white.
When it was over, Durandal’s frame went partially limp, like a marionette with its strings cut. Durandal’s hand had gone still, but the security officer insisted on working him through it. Slowly stroking his length as it weakly twitched, and his walls throbbed around him.
The sound of his stifled moans accompanied the security officer’s panting nicely, and were doing a good job of keeping him hard inside Durandal, but he knew he wasn’t getting a round two tonight, not with how the frame was shaking. It must have run through most of its battery.
After a little while, Durandal gently pried his security officer’s hand off, and packed the entire length away, discreetly back into his frame. However he let his security officer stay inside him for some reason or another that he tried not to get sentimental over.
Durandal moved. Though not to leave the security officer while he submitted the frame for deep cleaning, as expected. Instead he decided to slump forward, and use the body under him as a bed.
The shaking gradually stopped as Durandal’s systems leveled out, but he could tell the ai definitely hadn’t recovered yet. For one, he still hadn’t realized - or at least gotten annoyed over - the fact he’d laid in his own come. But the security officer didn’t say anything. And he especially didn’t say anything when Durandal chose to put his head in the crook of the security officer’s neck. Making himself comfortable.
The ai had gone completely still. If it wasn’t for the lights, and the low hum coming from it, he could have easily assumed the shell was left vacant.
“You doing ok?” He asked after a short while spent just listening to the frame’s soft whirring.
“Do you have any idea how many processes I manage on a second to second basis? Don’t let this go to your head.” Durandal bristled. However the frame remained as it was; near limp on top of him.
He didn’t buy it, but it felt pointless to challenge him on it. Even with how tempting it was to selfishly point out how many of said processes must have been dropped in the past few minutes. He let him hide under his safety blanket, and did little more than place a gentle hand on the frame’s neck.
“Thank you. For this.” The human mumbled.
Durandal heard that, and abruptly sat up. Staring down at him with a look he imagined would have been critical in some way, but the nuances of the look were lost with the lack of features.
“Are you getting all mushy on me now?”
He was.
Maybe it was just the lovely chemicals clouding up his thoughts, or maybe he was some stupid heat of the moment impulse, but he took a risk.
The human reached his hand up further, to Durandal’s faceplate. The ai neither pulled away, nor leaned closer. Simply let the man cup the jaw of his shell in a clumsy hand.
His words failed him. They never were his strong suit. Thoughts raced, but it felt like they refused to be articulated. Durandal just continued to look down at him, but now he imagined that unreadable face was trying not to laugh at him.
“I know I’m probably just a toy for you but…” he faltered, bad start. “I… well-.“ the sentence slipped away from him. Too messy.
Durandal gave a quiet chuckle at his difficulty.
“Is this your heartfelt confession of you undying love and devotion for me?” Durandal mocked. “I’m touched.”
Clearly he meant it as a joke, because when his security officer gave an embarrassed nod, he flinched, pulling himself out of reach by the barest margin, frozen in place for a painful second before he seemed to catch himself, and lean back in. Returning to his security officer’s waiting hand. Leaning into it subtly.
“Should have known I was too irresistible.” The ai mumbled. Audibly a bit unbalanced.
The human stroked the glass dome of his face with his thumb. A soft smile forming. It wasn’t quite the answer he was looking for, but he wouldn’t push. They’d gone this long without putting it into words, it wouldn’t matter if they went a few more years without naming whatever they had. Hell, they didn’t have to ever name it. He’d be happy as long as whatever it was continued.
He let his eyes drift closed, and he felt Durandal’s head shift in his hand, turning away.
“Maybe we have that in common.” Durandal continued.
And he was happy that he finally knew what Durandal got out of this.