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This wasn’t necessarily something the two of them would normally do. Robo-Ky rested comfortably on the ground, parts of his metal paneling removed to expose multicolored electrical tendons and tiny sockets, each and every wire bundled and wound intricately around his metal endoskeleton, much like human muscles protecting bone. The entire process, which after a hefty amount of “are you sure?”s and “yes, it’ll be fine”s, was a somewhat dangerous one that involved partially dismantling the robot’s relatively-new body.
And for what, exactly?
Well.
With the mess of wires, circuitry, and bolts laid bare to Venom, at Robo-Ky’s core was a bright, glowing battery-like object emblematized with a beetle decal in the center. Such a display, while tame and unsuspecting, felt like a still-living body with its organs exposed to the human. Venom’s hands were shaky, hovering over Robo-Ky’s exposed chest as he hesitated to do anything further.
“It’s okay.” He’d heard these two words repeated God knows how many times this evening. Even if it were true, the danger of damaging his sophisticated body and its functions was very real. There was even a cold metal hand reaching up to take hold of one of Venom’s wrists, threatening to pull it closer to the bright-colored innards. “Do it.”
“N-N…”
“ Do it, Venom. I don’t care what happens. I know I’ll be fine. I can take it.” Robo-Ky rarely used such a stern voice with his lover, but he wanted Venom to get over his apparent fear. “I love you. I trust you. It’s gonna be okay.”
Venom grits his teeth. Even so, what if he pulls the wrong cord? What if he accidentally severs something? What if Robo-Ky loses an essential function?
What if I kill him?
The hand on his wrist tightens its grip in warning. He resists having his hand plunged into Robo-Ky’s chest right that second. The robot sighs. “If you don’t wanna do this, then we can stop–”
“I do! I-I…” Venom swallows hard. “A-Are you sure you’ll be okay?”
“ Yes, Venom. I’ve already told you 17 times.” Yes, he was counting. “I am fully capable of self-repairs should anything malfunction. I know my own body better than anyone else. I was programmed to know it. So I’ll tell you if you pull anything serious.”
There’s a few seconds of absolute silence (if you ignored Robo-Ky’s mechanical whirrs and clicks, which were ever-persistent) before Venom finally takes a long, deep breath and shakes Robo-Ky’s hand away.
“O-Okay… Okay… I’m… I’m going to do it now.”
“Come on already.”
“Right! Right… Okay…” His voice trails off into a whisper as he stares wild-eyed at the tangles of wires before him. His hands tremble, but he manages to lower them closer, the palms of his hands becoming illuminated by the glow of the robot’s core. A raised wire grazes one of his fingertips, and Venom immediately recoils the hand that touched it. Robo-Ky stares at him impatiently. With a shake of his head and a whispered “sorry” Venom opens his hands, closes his eyes and turns his head away, lowering his warm, calloused hands more and more until numerous wires press against him, poking up in loops between each spread finger. He opens an eye, turning to look down. No verbal reaction from his robotic partner.
Everything’s fine.
Venom shudders, starting to curl the tips of his fingers under each available raised loop that he could fit himself under, and weaved them through until they sit snugly in the fleshy webbing between each digit. His palms start to close, forming a gentle but anxious grip on whatever wires he’d gotten ahold of.
Robo-Ky grunts. It’s warped and a bit unsure, which was a bit of an unusual reaction.
“Are you okay–”
“ Pull. ”
Venom’s eyes widen in shock. Robo-Ky glares at him, gritting metal teeth in anticipation. His visors were narrowed, and it was clear he wasn’t looking at his body, but Venom’s face.
“Hrrk–!” The man clenches his jaw, trembling in place. Somehow this was one of the most frightening experiences of his life. Why did he even agree to this…? Was Robo-Ky truly curious about the possible reactions he would have to having his wired pulled, or was he looking for a quick, painless–
“Pull, dammit!” The robot barks, the order snapping something in Venom’s mind.
“Y… Yes, sir–!” Without warning, he harshly yanks on the wires in his hands, pulling them high and far outside of Robo-Ky’s body. What followed was a sound he was shockingly not unfamiliar with– a moan. A loud one, at that. His head slammed back and his entire body arched, tiny sparks flickering inside his chest. Venom felt small jolts in his veins, a result of handling the robot without gloves. I’ll regret that.
“H-Haah– O-Oh… ” Robo-Ky shudders. His face has grown hot with a mixture of shame and excitement. “H-Holy shit… V-Venom…” He rasps, chest heaving as though he were breathing human breaths (which were replaced by the first few wisps of steam leaving any openings in his body– inside and out). “M-More… Do it a-again…!”
With such a positive reaction, Venom felt a bit more reassured now. He let the loosened wires fall from his grasp, landing unceremoniously across his lap and any covered parts of Robo-Ky’s chest. He digs his hands in again, taking more wires this time, and prepares to pull, studying the robot’s face for any signs of pain. “Ready?”
“ Yes–! ”
“Okay–!” One again, Venom jerks his hands upward, pulling more wires loose and revealing them to the world.
“A-AAH–! Hnn… O-Oh- KZZT–!!” Crackling starts to replace the robot’s speech, further enhanced by bigger, more threatening sparks that shot through his body. “F-Fuck– Venom- Venom–! P-Pull th-th-them out– BZZT–! M-More–!!”
Since Venom was straddling Robo-Ky’s hips, he was completely unaware of what was going on behind him. The robot had been kicking his feet and writhing in pleasure, and a wetness had formed between his legs, completely obscured by dark pants. If Venom were the one with the heat vision sensors, he would have seen plain and clear what was going on.
He’s getting off on this…!
Perhaps it was simply because he was a robot, and didn’t need as much time to be excited… But Venom envied how quickly it took his lover to be turned on and transformed into a squirming, moaning mess in a matter of seconds while Venom was only just now feeling his cheeks grow hot from the lewd sounds his lover was making beneath him. He shuffles in place, repositioning himself to be more comfortable.
I’m getting carried away… He can’t take too much more of this, right…? Venom frets, preparing to tug the already-loosened wires even further beyond their source. This would surely unplug something… He fears, but still shuts his eyes tight and raises his arms up and outward in one swift motion. There’s a muffled pop from somewhere inside Robo-Ky’s body, but it’s quickly drowned out by a loud cry and a pair of metal hands slapping themselves on Venom’s thighs and digging into the fabric of his pants. He shakes as electricity courses through his hands, but toughs out the jarring feeling just to watch his partner’s face contort and tighten.
“A-Ah… Ah… Venom…!” Robo-Ky wheezes, his entire body shivering when Venom decides to take a wire between an index finger and his thumb and rubs it back and forth. “More– Y-You have t-to– KZZRT–!! Have t-to… Have to… p-pull– BZZT–!! More–!”
This reaction, and the increasing spark count, were starting to alarm him. Plus, there was the matter of that strange sound he thought he heard deep in Robo-Ky’s chest… But… If he was truly fine with it… And truthfully, he was having a hard time resisting his partners adorable gasping and mewling and begging for more…
Just a few more… Just a few more. I’m sure he’ll be okay.
Now diving back in and grabbing as many wires he could take (which was… a concerning amount), Venom grins wildly, leaning forward and planting a kiss directly on Robo-Ky’s burning-hot face. The robot whimpers, both aroused and confused. “You’re still doing okay, right?”
“F-F-Fu-uck yes.” The robot crackles in response, his voice box overflowing with confidence. “I-It f-feels s-so good , V-Ve– KZZT–!! Ve-Ve-Ve-e-e-nom…!”
“Okay… I-I’m going to pull out a lot of them n-now.” Venom takes a breath, then, right as he was about to pull, Robo-Ky takes hold of one of his wrists once more.
“Y-Y-You c-can– ZZT–!! Y-You can pu-u-u-ll th-them all out- out- out– I d-don’t e-even– KZZT–!! C-Care–!!”
“What…?!” Was that a demand or a suggestion? Venom froze. “I couldn’t… I c-can’t do that. Then I will break something.”
“Th-Then h-hurry the fu-fuck up and– N-NNGHOOOH~!!” His sentence was cut off by a sharp tug from his lover, bundles of wires being pulled and freed from their metal confines. If he had a tongue, it’d be lolling freely and helplessly right now. If he had pupils, they’d be rolled so far back into his skull they’d nearly tear from their sockets. This sheer and intense pleasure he was feeling just from having his robotic guts torn from him was something indescribable. Static filled his mind, and his sensors were going haywire. Errors popped up left and right, warning him of his body state, it seems something might’ve been lodged free that shouldn’t have been, but who cares?! He felt fucking amazing.
What he didn’t notice and couldn’t keep up with was his own limit, which in a split second, he lost total control and unleashed a loud, wanton cry that echoed throughout the room. Venom’s smile only grew wider. His partner was helpless before him. Without even thinking, he dropped the wires and reached in again, grabbing handfuls and pulling them out, chasing the delightful sounds Robo-Ky was making. He’s officially been lost in the excitement.
Robo-Ky crackles and jolts in absolute pleasure, harsh, grating noises emerging from his mouth that vaguely resemble screams and groans. His body is trembling from head to toe, steam pouring out of every open vent, and without noticing, he tenses up completely and fails to stop a force-lock command in time. There’s a hot warmth that damn-near explodes from between his legs, soaking through the thin fabric of the underwear (that he didn’t even need, but wore to feel more human) he wore under his pants and even through it with a loud hiss, causing Venom to stop in place and listen with a confused, straight-facing stare.
“Huh…?” He huffs, letting go of the wires and angling his body to look behind him. “Wh-What was– O-Oh– Oh d-dear…”
Unable to respond, Robo-Ky gives a broken, crackly whine, electricity seizing through his entire body. He’s too dazed to realize what’s going on, and he’s staring rather blankly. His line of sight was always unreadable, but Venom could always tell if he wasn’t looking at anything at all. He’s smiling weakly, head lying limply on its side. Smoke had replaced the steam in his mouth, and the grip on Venom has completely weakened.
“Y-You d-did more than just… Ah… I’m so sorry…!” Venom winces, removing himself from the robot’s waist. At least his partner enjoyed it, but there was quite a bit of repair and cleanup that would need to be done before they could speak again. Part of him regrets not doing anything about his own arousal which had built up, but he figured that Robo-ky could repay him later, once he was verbal and functional again. “I’m sorry… I hope you felt good, b-but…” He frowns. “Let’s… Let’s get you cleaned up. And I’ll try and put some of these back… Dammit, I did break something, didn’t I?”
Shockingly, he didn’t, but there was no way to confirm.
Using a small amount of strength, he props his partner up against the wall, eyeing the floor around them. Even though the cleaning should take priority, Venom decides to focus on repairing the robot instead. The haphazardly-pulled wires are carefully tucked back inside Robo-Ky’s chest, and after noticing at least one wire pulled from its socket, he attempts to plug it back in and prays that was where it was supposed to go. There were so many of them, they all blended together… Well, his core was still glowing bright, so at least he was alive… Just overstimulated and experienced loss of control. His face, still red-hot and steaming, was peppered with occasional kisses and whispered apologies.
Some time later, Robo-Ky awoke, still propped against the wall. Some of his wires were still loose, but he was somewhat functional. Looking down, he’d noticed that his pants were swapped out for something more casual, and after a bit of searching, he found Venom seated cross-legged on the edge of their bed, nose-deep in a book. The stirring got his attention, and he peeked over the pages out of curiosity and immediately slapped the book shut on noticing his partner was active again.
“Y-You’re okay.”
“Y-Yeah. I’m fine…” He grunts, struggling to rise to his feet. “I n-need to repair… What even…?”
“There was– uh… A bit of an incident. But I think you enjoyed yourself. Over-enjoyed, even.” The man clears his throat and makes a gesture with his head down to Robo-Ky’s legs. “B-But… I’m glad I didn’t break anything. I hope.”
“You didn’t.” Robo-Ky reaches into his chest, his finger joints separating into thinner pieces that grab and adjust the wires that Venom tried to put back inside him. “I’m going to need a few moments…”
“ D-Did you like that?”
A pleased hum. “I did. A bit rough, but to be honest… I think I like it like that. Haah– I’m learning more about myself and this body every day. I wouldn’t be opposed to doing this again, you know.”
“It still scares me!” Venom protests, leaving the book at his side and lifting himself to his feet. “And besides… you owe me.”
“Eh? I do?” Robo-Ky disregards his partner’s approach, too focused on rearranging his wires. “What do I even owe you? You’re the one who helped me.”
“Don’t play dumb. You’re not the only one who was enjoying themself.”
“Huh? Oh– Oh. I see…” His attention is temporarily diverted to face Venom with a smirk. “You like watching me lose control like that? Naughty thing… I’m afraid it’d be a little too dangerous to leave live wires exposed if you were to try anything to help yourself… But I think I can treat you one of these nights–”
“No, not one of these nights. Tonight. ”
“Wh–?!”
“You heard me.” Venom’s eyes narrowed in frustration. “I want to feel like how you did. Surely you’ve got enough energy left in you to manage that?”
Robo-Ky looks down at his open chest and begins to think. Familiar whirrs and beeps sound off around him, indicating a session of calculated thought. He tilts head back and forth in silence until a solution is reached. “Give me an hour. I can get myself in my best functioning state for it by then. I’ll do further repairs in the morning…”
“Thank you.” Venom caresses the robot’s cheek tenderly, hot breath against his face plates. “It’s not fair, watching you get off and I get nothing out of it… I couldn’t even touch myself for you…”
“O-Okay, okay! Hold off until l-later! I can’t be shocking you to death in this state! One hour, please!” The robot panics, nudging Venom away. “S-Sorry. I know you’re in the mood, and I still am, too– I just don’t want to hurt you.”
“I know. I’ll wait.” Venom seats himself back onto the edge of the bed and picks up his book, trying to search for the page he left off on. “Think you can make it quicker?”
“Fifty-seven minutes and fourty-four seconds.”
“Any faster..?”
“And eighteen nanoseconds.” Robo-Ky wasn’t really budging from working at a speed faster than he was already at. “Please be patient.”
“Fine.”
“Good boy.”
“ Don’t– Don’t do that. I’ll wait. I’ll wait.”
And so began the next fifty-seven minutes, fourty-four seconds and eighteen nanoseconds of silence, with a bit of impatient and tempting begging in between. But one thing was clear: this new thing… this “wireplay.” It was something that was guaranteed to happen again. Perhaps not so rough, perhaps even rougher than before. But the one thing that caught Venom off guard was the fact that he was never warned of whatever wire he pulled that triggered that… reaction… in his robot partner.
Perhaps it was something to possibly explore another time.