you're in my skin, my flesh and bone





Over the hollow clatter of bones hitting brick, V1 confirms at least two things that they've been running constant mental inquiries on: one, that if someone's perpetually floating, getting in between their thighs is indeed a much quicker affair, and two, that they absolutely need to start looking for more opportunities to distract the Owl.

"Ow--easy!" Their companion huffs as he collides with the townhouse that borders one side of this alley, swaddled with just enough shadow to hide the pair of them from immediate view. Yeah, they probably could've been a little gentler, but they're impatient. They've been trying to get him alone for hours now. "What are you--"

Their pointer finger touches his lower visor, and somehow, it is immediately effective at silencing him. From there, it slowly trails down to his sternum. Between the gap in his helm, they witness MDK's eyes widen, pupils darting down from their optic to where their digit is petering off onto a single rib.

"Oh--OH!" Strange, how calcium and marrow could still flow with enough bloodfuel to experience a flush. Must be a Druid thing. "Uh, r-really?"

V1 nods, their eagerness hopefully coming through with the rapid movements. Even so, they lighten their touch, giving him enough slack in their grip to push them away if it comes to it. He seems to sense this, because his skeletal hands quickly come up to grip their metal shoulders.

"Hey, uh, y'know what?" They quickly pick up on the barely concealed, nervous excitement in his tone. "Sure. Why not?"

It's all V1 needs to start running their hands all along his body with eager touches. Over his clavicle, down his ribcage to grope curiously at his lower spine, their Whiplash snaking around and up to lie upon where the small of his back might be. MDK shivers, breath hitching with a quiet inhale, followed by a barely-audible, pleased hum. The sound alone is enough to get them going; it's been far too long…

"So, uh," They look up from their explorations of his body to see his heated, if not somewhat befuddled, expression. "How are we gonna do this, exactly?"

A good question, one they answer with a gentle pat to the side of his ribcage. Afterall, V1 is nothing but adaptable. It's hard to say where erogenous zones might be without flesh, sure, but the souls of this city could clearly still partake in sexual activities in spite of their post-mortem forms. Evidence of such was practically everywhere they looked in this particular layer. It's just a matter of finding all the right places.

Boldly, they slide a hand farther down; over the cadence of each rib, the empty space between, until they finally brush along his hip bone. The effect is immediately apparent; MDK jolts in their arms with a barely bitten-off groan. Satisfaction pulses across their circuits; if they had the ability to smirk, they would.

"Okay, wow." His tone wavers just a little, staring down where their hand has come to a stop with an embarrassed-looking expression. "That's sensitive…"

V1 gives it another, more firm touch, rubbing along the rounded edge of his right ilium wing, and the way he presses into their hand with a breathy gasp awakens a long-dormant program deep within their central processor. Their optic light dims, shutter falling halfway down, and their fans begin to whirr audibly. The Knuckleblaster reaches around, taking the back of his helm, and bringing his gaze back up to meet their own.

"... hi." He says, a bit of shyness suddenly in his tone. Something rises in their chassis, curling with just a bit of warmth amidst the heat they feel for this frustratingly cryptic, inexplicably attractive skeleton. They twirl the soft plume of his helmet around one of their claws, their face coming close to his own, and watch him try and fail to suppress a shaky giggle.

Their Feedbacker absently strokes each disk of his spine, and their other hand trails lower, lower-

A hand flies from their shoulder to his lower visor, covering it just in time to muffle what they know is an unrestrained moan. Their thumb runs across his pubic arc, over the smooth bone, and his hips jerk up into their touch with an eagerness that borders on desperate.

Bingo.

V1 experiments; they rub their fingers on either side, back and forth, in slow circles, taking note of what makes him squirm against the brick and what makes him jolt violently. Their free hand grips at the other ilium wing and pulls him close, grinding their crotch plating along the sun-bleached bone now drenched in the gradient neon lighting around them. His spine arches inward and they crowd him further against the wall, desire running rampant throughout every one of their systems.

"God--" He chokes as they roll their hips into his with languid, deliberate movements. "Fuck… V1!"

Lightning pulses through their wires. A faint hiss resounds between them as their crotch panel automatically clicks open with a loud hiss, silicone dick springing forth from its sheath. The husk freezes against them, and they stop, allowing him to push them back and look down.

"Oh my god."

V1 glances back up at him, head tilting as they catch sight of his wide eyes, which immediately dart away from the space still between their bodies back to their optic. If they could see his mouth they were sure he'd be gaping at them.

"You--you just had that, all along?!"

V1 blinks their shutter at him, a little confused. By the time of their development, adding pleasure organs to a machine was considered a standard addition for most humanoid models. Is he much older than the time period where the practice was made commonplace? Then again, they had found him in a sealed coffin in the depths of a dark pyramid, and who the hell knew how he'd been in there for.

They can't explain this to him in full, so they just nod, followed by a shrug. Thankfully, he seems to accept this as an answer.

"I--alright. This is happening." MDK's flush just gets deeper. Their shoulders shake with a silent laugh, broken swiftly by a needy throb that arcs down their artificial nerves. They hear him swallow, somehow, as they press in even closer.

The jut of their bezel bumps against his visor in a pseudo-kiss. After a moment, his bony arms throw themselves around their shoulders, and MDK ‘kisses' them back with a softened groan, which somehow succeeds in making their plating tremble. They release the back of his helmet and quickly slip their Knuckleblaster in between them, not too keen on waiting any longer.

After a few quick pumps with their palm, coating their shaft with the generous amounts of precum already oozing from their tip, they slip their dick right beneath his pubic arc, pressing up, and the sound he produces is borderline heavenly. Sensitive silicon rubs against collagen in slow, exploratory thrusts. MDK's long fingers dig into the gaps of their plating, scrabbling to hold on as they begin to rock their hips into his own.

"Oh shit… " His rib cage flares outward with a shuddering gasp taken in with non-existent lungs, helmet flinging backwards into the wall with a sonorous echo. "Oh fuck--right there!"

Their fans whine at the sound of his moan. Truthfully, the fiction alone isn't entirely satisfying. But watching him writhe as they push up into him in steady movements most certainly is. Their thumbs rub gentle circles into either of his hip bones, the slick coating their dick aids the glide, and everything gets hotter, wetter, better.

"Fffuck--fuck, yes, yes… !" They push their hips harder, pace picking up and relishing in the shout he releases. "Don't stop!"

They don't, slipping into an intense rhythm as his cries grow more desperate. He must be getting close. V1 presses harder down with their fingers, determined to find every sensitive spot. One hand slides forward, stroking the top of his pubic arch and the other moves back, just brushing the edge of his sacrum-

With a sudden, snarling roar not unlike the ones the other husks make, MDK shudders violently in their hold. The sound echoes sharply across the alley and into their sensitive audials. V1 draws out his orgasm with firm touches and slowing thrusts, feeling his hands dig into the gaps in their chassis with a gasping moan. Electric-pleasure dances across their nerves, driving them to rub harder, chasing their much-needed peak but unable to take it in their grasp-

"Fuck--V1, stop!"

At his word, they halt their movements. V1 gradually eases their hips back and away from his own. Immediately, MDK slumps against the wall, chest rising and falling with heavy pants, eyes sliding shut. They push through the desperate want to shove themselves back in, and instead snake their Feedbacker around to rest upon his spine, stroking it soothingly as he comes down.

"Holy shit…" MDK finally groans, helm lolling to the side. He raises his hand, a single, bony finger held up. "Okay, first off: definitely gonna need to do that again."

V1 agrees with a single, distracted nod, a bit more occupied with the way their dick twitches and reminds them starkly of their dissatisfaction. They subtly shift their hips to the side, and their cock presses into the joint between his femur and ilium.

"Second of all--oh." He glances down, clearly noting the minute thrusts they make. "You didn't…"

They shake their head rapidly, unable to really focus on his words. V1 trembles against him, desperate to reach for that euphoria they haven't felt in so long now.

He shifts, one hand falling from the chassis, and curious fingers running along the top of their length. A burst of static clouds their vision, lights flickering sporadically. They hurriedly follow his hand as it guides them away, back into the empty space between them. At last, his palm curls around their girth in a gentle but firm hold.

"Here, I can, uh," MDK swallows again, running his hand down their cock, and then back up in a probing stroke. "Lemme help you with that."

Sheer heat pulses from their dick in a searing wave. Their hips stutter, but quickly fall into a rhythm, one that follows each and every glide of his touch down the sensitive silicon. V1 burrows their optic into the gap between his neck and clavicle, seeking release with a wild sort of hunger.

But it's not enough. They want… they need-

Their Feedbacker pulls away from his hip and grabs at his other arm. It drops from their shoulder, and a curious noise emanates from behind his helm.

V1 quickly grasps for his hand and tugs it lower, right under their upper crotch plating. Swiftly, they run the command that removes the one directly beneath it. The tips of his fingers brush against silky folds, and the both of them seem to jump at the same time from the contact.

"Oh fuck," He gasps, voice thick with surprise, and something else that makes their wires heat. "Wait, shit--are you serious?"

Yes they were, goddammit. They press their hips down urgently into his digits without meaning to, fans whirring loudly in a valiant struggle to cool their overheating processors.

A beat, and then finally his finger slips into them, pushing along their inner walls and reaching deep. It pulls out, and then slides back in, long and rigid and rubbing them in all the right places. A second joins the first, and then a third when they part so easily. And oh, the stretch. Is this what divinity feels like, radiating through their synthetic nerves?

It's a perfect sort of torture. Bucking forward fucks their dick into his fisted hand, but pulling away makes them see stars. He doesn't even have to move as they fervently roll their hips into his hands. MDK's helm almost seems to nuzzle along their own, hand shifting just the slightest. And then his palm is pressing hard against their clit, grinding into it with each pass over and over-

Their optics plunge into blissful white noise, fans whining and stuttering in their frames. Hot air gushes from every vent as they tumble into glitching ecstasy, burning with cyans and yellows and magentas. Several background processes crash without warning, and their visuals suddenly short out with a sharp crackle of static. They just narrowly avoid a system crash.

As they come down, a flood of error messages occupy their HUD amidst the colorful particles dancing across their sightless eye. Their wings twitch as MDK's fingers ease out from their sensitive cunt, and his hand releases their dick. V1 gives themselves five more moments of rest before opening their command prompt and closing their panels. His palms find their way to their waist, and gentle fingers stroke their silicone spine with an easy affection.

They take their time fixing all the minor errors occurring across their system, and soon enough, stability begins to return. Vision at last reboots, and they pull away to stare at him with a half-lidded eye. They don't bother rerouting power to their optic light; it allows them to look at his flushed, fucked-out gaze properly, without him flinching away from their brightness.

Another laugh escapes him, this one lazy and genuine. His hand gently curls around their helm, and they can't help but lean into it. Fuck, they wanna go again already-

"Hellooooooo?!" Comes echoing down the empty street adjacent to this shadowed gap between the buildings. "Are you two done down there?!"

The bubble of tranquility pops. MDK immediately tenses against them. His arms hurriedly push them away at length, eyes diving down to the sticky mess coating his ribcage in thick, oozing droplets of artificial cum.

In a flash, he's gone, literally flying down the narrow alley until he can yank the nearest door open and slam it shut behind him, disappearing from immediate view.

V1 stares after him, fans whirring in an imitation of a fond sigh. The familiar beat of small wings reaches their audials. They turn to face the Druid's companion, who lands upon the nearest trash can and proceeds to give them the most deadpan look they've ever seen upon any living creature's visage.

"Y'know," The Owl shouldn't be able to twist his beak into a knowing, slightly disgruntled expression, but he somehow does exactly that. "If you guys wanted some time alone, you could've just said something."

V1 simply shrugs. Yeah, they probably could've done that, too.