Work Text:
Legion laid down on the cold metal table. It felt nice against his own hot steel. A cold respite from the awkward view of phobos’ workshop ceiling.
His lover grabbed tools on the other side of the ship.
Lover. Legion still couldn’t believe he got a boyfriend. He fell so hard and so fast for the thri-kreen. Someone who didn’t care about his past. Someone who didn’t care about the blood staining his hands.
“Alright, I’ll have to do some welding and soldiering to fix some of the damage. It’s completely understandable if you don’t want to be conscious of it,” Phobos encouraged when he walked over towards the automaton. He raised one hand to smooth down some stray hairs from the bot’s forehead. “I'll do whatever you want, my dear.”
“I want to stay awake. They would put me…,” Legion trailed off, hesitating to find the proper word, “...under…to…do anything to me.”
“I’m so sorry,” Phobos soothed and held his hand with his lower left hand. One of the few privileges being a thri-kreen, four hands to be able to work and show affection without compromising one or the other. “I’ll be gentle. As much as I can.”
“Thank you, bao-bei,” Legion responded wearily, squeezing the half-manitid’s hand, “I trust you.”
“I will do everything to keep it.”
Phobos opened Legion’s chest panel. The cool air rushed into the cavity. Legion closed his eyes to hold in the moan that threatened to come out with the relief, but nothing could stop the sigh that fled his lips.
“Fuck. This is worse than I anticipated. Why didn’t you come to me sooner?”
“It’s been a busy couple of weeks.”
The understatement of the millenia. A floral apocalypse, authoritarian government and cults committing a genocide with them in the crossfire, and killing one head of said cults. Too much has happened, and there wasn’t any time to even begin to process.
Has it really been only a few weeks?
“It’s going to be more invasive than I anticipated.”
Phobos’ steady, gentle voice cradled Legion, calming his rushing mind. Despite the anxiety that always came with being in a vulnerable position, Legion felt like he was floating. The feeling of the half manatid’s hand carding through his hair felt as if his metal structure was melting.
The trust between them was the sweetest nectar on his tongue. It coaxed him deeper into this mental space where nothing else mattered but the hands taking care of him.
“I’m going to solder these wires back into your motherboard.” Phobos moved slowly and gently in him. Legion felt the gentle caress of fingers along the wires. Cutting through the haziness and carefully directing them to their proper ports.
Nothing could stop the groans of pleasure from slipping out of him. Phobos played Legion like an orchestra.
“That’s it. Just a bit more.”
“M-more?”
Legion couldn’t believe the whine that coated his vocals. He didn’t even know he could feel like this. It was as if his sensors had upped their sensitivities, forcing him to feel every brush, every caress.
It wasn’t uncomfortable. It felt blissful.
Pleasure wasn’t the right word, but it wasn’t wrong either. Pain was far from this sensation. Legion swore his temperature was rising but none of his sensors showed it. Heat from every area touched by the half-manatid. It could be the hot tip of the soldier, but it felt like more.
“Are you ok, baby?”
Opening his eyes, Legion met the worried gaze from Phobos. The mechanoid was panting, breathless as he nodded, pressing a soft kiss into the hand caressing his cheek.
“We can take a break, if you want?”
“No! No, I can take more,” Legion urged. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure how much more he could take. He just knew that he wanted more. He needed to feel more of Phobos.
“Alright, I’m going to move to reattach some of the fans. They seem to have gotten loose…”
Legion stopped processing the words when the other placed his hands back into him. Phobos was more forceful with the fans than the wires. Jerking them back into place.
“Ha!” The sharp spike of euphoria forced Legion to throw his head back in a gasp. Phobos squeezed his hand. He made a soft sound to reassure Legion. “Ah—”
Ecstasy coursed through his circuits. It turned his vision white. And—
And then it was dark.
It was actually very dark. The lights went out.
“Legion! Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” Legion panted.
What was that? He never felt anything like it before.
“The power went out.”