castellae | Ongoing PSL - In-game setting

[ As far as 2B is concerned, she can't deny 9S his requests. Not now, not with the way his neck strains beneath her iron grip. She's soaking wet, spurred on by the noises he makes and hardly mindful of the way his skin splits and exposed his internal wiring; she feels the sting of electricity sparking against her inner thighs and she pauses for half a second, but continues with renewed force nonetheless.

She wants to break him in more ways than one. It's what she's made for, what shes been directed to do; when he cries out like that, so deliciously, she's hardly in any position to stop. 9S burns within her, setting her newly-discovered sexual mechanisms ablaze, their combined lubricating fluid flooding her insides and causing her internal systems to advise the cessation of their current activities.

But 2B shows no sign of stopping, let alone slowing. She can't. 9S feels too good, sounds too good. Unable to take it anymore, she uses the hand not at his throat to rip off her nonfunctional visor, looking him in the eyes as she fucks him senseless, her hips postponing mercilessly against him. ]

Tell me how it feels, [ She murmurs, crying out as his cock bottoms out inside of her. ] Tell me... Tell me what my insides feel like, Nines. [ She knows speaking will be difficult for him with her hand gripping his throat, but she wants to hear him try . ]

[ Without his visor, paying much attention to any issues with his systems is difficult. But the instant she pounds into him again and again, a delicate, yet persistent set of beeping falls from his ears. Multiple warnings fire off about his skeletal support, wiring and nerve endings malfunctioning. Yet somehow, it happens in the best way possible.]

[ She squeezes his neck, robbing him of oxygen yet again, which seems to make him all the more sensitive and aware. His cock burns inside of her, thrusting into her like a burning piston with how hard she slams into him. He cracks and sparks, melting his dermal layer from the sharp edges of his hips. But the pain seems deliciously pleasurable with little oxygen. 9S moans, neck forcibly craned and jaw tight. He keeps one of her legs lifted, though his arms begin to shake as he slowly approaches some end he isn't sure of. ]

H...A-Ah...

[ She demands him to speak. Gazes are locked, and as 9S grows pale to the loss of air, his eyes are wild with passion. Need. He bites his lip, struggling to focus on words but he must follow her command. 9S works to meet each thrust, body he damned. ]

T...Fucking tight.

Don't, Kk-- Dont stop. Don'tfuckingstop!!

[ 2B hears the alarms tripped by the damage hid lower half has sustained, and part of her feels a niggling sense of concern; she should stop this, should find a way to patch him up until they can make it back to the Resistance Camp, should do any number of things not to rip him to pieces... But something inside her, something hardwired into her very being, tells her to keep going to see just how far she can push it. She knows 9S is breaking, but she wants to see just how badly.

The choking noise he makes elicits a ghost of a smile from 2B, her expression overflowing with affection and veneration. ] I'm breaking you, Nines, [ She breathes, her hips never once ceasing the steady, pounding rhythm they've established. She feels him buckling underneath her, his wiring rubbing her skin in a distinctively different way from his own dermal layer. ] I won't stop-- I don't want to--!

[ 2B feels something icy begin to form in the pit of her stomach as she glances down, noting the damage her frame has wrought upon his lower half. Guilt, sharp and devastating, seizes her nervous system... But her programming and desire push back against it, assuring her that this is what 9S himself wants. And what could be wrong with that?

2B lifts her gaze back to his face, her expression almost pained. She clenched her jaw as she presses her brow to his, her grasp on his throat tightening with a sudden and decisive swiftness as she closes her eyes, taking a shuddering breath. As she slams herself down against him for the umpteenth time, she gives a strangled, fractured cry, her body convulsing and seizing as her systems begin to short, overflowing with stimuli. ]

[ It takes no fool to realize just how careless of a decision this was, but 9S can't find himself to care. Each thrust delivers further damage to his lower half, cracking his supports and leaving his legs weak and nearly without feeling. But he holds fast, meeting each thrust of hers. He can't breathe. He can barely see, and 2B's tortured expression is likely the last thing that he can even partially process when his vision starts to fail him again. ]

[ Choking, labored inhales sputter against 2B's lips when she closes their distance, eyes threatening to shut in a potential loss of consciousness once her grip tightens. It's dangerous, wild, but that makes it all the more pleasing. 9S feels each thrum of his pulse like a deep pound. The words "I'm breaking you, Nines" echoing over and over in his mind, the cries of her promise, all seeking to hand-deliver his climax which comes unexpectedly harsh and fast. ]

[ The pleasure is unlike anything he's ever felt, and arguably better than what is gained in combat. 9S' eyes begin to roll back into his head, vision failing him as a rush of lubricant ejaculates and overflows inside of 2B. Their combined fluids beautifully dripping down his thighs and puddling into the dirt. His moan is cracked and tortured, much like the rest of him, the call of her designation coming out broken yet blissfully thankful. Even with little air, he manages a final cry, while the rest of him is left to writhe against her. ]

[ How in the world could anyone avoid this? No way he'll be able to after this. That is, if his body survives the damage. Which he will, though he has yet to fully assess it. ]

[ Part of her wants him to stop, to stop moving, to stop making those delicious, loud noises that spill from his lips every time she pushes hard against him. Part of 2B wants to watch his eyes slide shut, like they sometimes do at the end of the cycle, easy as falling asleep. Part of 2B wants this exquisite agony to end , if only so 9S will no longer have to feel any more pain.

The end is coming anyway. Why can't she do this right now?

As her simulated climax finishes, she's left gasping for air, a sudden sense of clarity washing over her. 2B feels him convulse and shudder against and within her, hearing her name escape past his lips I'm the sweetest and most heartwrenching of ways. She watches 9S come undone with half lidded eyes, the hand at his throat loosening but not moving. Her free hand gently reaches up to cradle his face, smoothing against his cheek. It would be so easy simply to snap his neck; she's done it before. A swift jerk and it's over, leaving him blissfully unaware and painless.

The thought hurts her more deeply than anything in the world. But why?

After a few moments, 2B slips her arms around his neck, cradling the back of his head as she presses his face into her shoulder. Her expression comforts when she knows he can't see her, though she makes no other outward signs of weeping as she pulls him close. There's no afterglow for her, eveb as he shudders and heaves in her arms. ]

[ Perhaps it would be a good opportunity to end it there. To take the chance while he's washed over in bliss to snap his neck. To cut off that last remaining bit of air. 9S has no idea of her obligation and true designation, which leaves his side completely sated. He's never felt this close to anyone, and it's a feeling that he naturally clings to. ]

[ He was so. Alone. ]

[ 2B's grip eases, prompting an immediate gasp for air as he crumbles against the wall he's still pinned to. It takes him a moment to come down, to process the flood of over-stimulation that seems to interfere with his functions. His vision slowly returns, but not without the constant barrage of warnings regarding his physical state. Nerve-ending disconnection in his hips, shutdown of his motor functions in his legs. Did... Did 2B manage to damage his spine? That would make sense. There's practically a 9S-shaped crater in the wall now. That much is gathered when he only slightly moves his shoulders. This is going to be a difficult repair job, and he can't bother himself to think of an excuse right now or care. ]

[ He's lucky his feeling decided to skip town after his climax. 9S could laugh about it, but he's distracted by the sudden embrace on 2B's end. He grunts, stuck and broken, but there's a pleased little smile on his face. He has no idea she's fighting the urge to sob, no idea of what she's delaying from doing. And so, he wraps his arms around her in return, hesitant at first when he's not entirely certain how to properly deliver affection. His fingers splay out along her back, caress at the opening the top of her uniform provides. His head turns, nose pressing into her hair where he tentatively delivers a kiss. ]

We're lucky our circuits didn't melt.

[ He laughs. It's weak, because he's realizing now that his neck is slightly crushed. ]

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[ 2B hadn't known of his loneliness the first few times they'd met. She's caught on quickly through each cycle, though, learning more and more about him every time the two of them went through the hellish dance their programming led them to. There were times when 2B could almost swear that he remmebered her, but he always greeted her with the same "ma'am" designation and lopsided smile. Always.

When she feels him shift, the distant sound of tumbling rain subsides, the feeling of his lips moving against her hair making a hard knot constrict the wiring in her throat. 2B clings to him almost desperately, not answering him in favor of staying still like this if only a little bit longer, her eyes closed as she resists the urge to shake in his arms.

When he laughs, it practically snaps her in half. It's almost as if he was her executioner, and not the other way around. ]

The rain... [ She murmurs. ] We should get back.

[ With great difficulty, she extricate herself from him, stepping back and not meeting his eyes as she redresses herself. ]

[ 9S has been reset multiple times. That brings a sense of blissful ignorance that he can't be thankful for, given that he has yet to discover that she is a threat. That always comes eventually. 9S is programmed to be curious, to study and question, so it's only a matter of time before everything becomes clear. For now, he's simply content in what they've shared. 9S only mentally questions, for now, what this means for their partnership. ]

[ As 2B slowly begins to pry away, his tone shifts. Slightly panicked, slightly embarrassed. His hands cling to her shoulders. ]

W-wait, wait! 2B, guh--!!

[ It's too late. She breaks away, and 9S falls face-first into the dirt. His voice is muffled as he's stuck lying there.]

Um...

My... My motor skills from the waist-down are completely shot. I, hah, I can't move.

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... Ah.

[ 2B only sees his entire front hit the dirt as she pulls her skirt back on, and she blinks. Stepping back over to him, she sits him up, kneeling next to him and brushing the dirt off of his face. As she leans over to pick up his discarded clothing, she catches sight of the exposed and crackling wiring of his hips, the dermal layer split and fractured. She grimaces as she hands him his coat, noting the subtle fracturing of his neck column as she does so.

2B moves as gingerly as possible, ignoring the thrill that travels up her spine in knowing that she was the one that did this to him. Very gently, she begins to lift one of his legs in order to put his shorts back on, the limb uncooperative and limp. ]

I have to carry you back to camp. Just hold on.

[ A pregnant silence ensues. ]

I'm... sorry, 9S. I should have regulated my movements.

[ It's only slightly embarrassing that he's basically useless now. But he can't be mad when he's forced to consider why this happened. 9S grunts as she sits him up, grimacing when his shattered pelvis starts to spark and crackle again. His nose wrinkles as 2B dusts the dirt off his face, still managing a bit of a chuckle. ]

I-It's fine! Just... Figuring out how to explain this. I can't exactly assume admitting being rutted by a combat model will bode well.

[ He tries to shift and make things easier in dressing him, but he's completely incapable of moving his lower half. At the very least, he can put his coat back on. His face colors a touch of red, circuits still incredibly warm. ]

It's... not like I hated it or anything. No need to apologize.

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[ 2B grunts in response, laconic as ever. She dresses him slowly, taking care not to further aggravate his injuries. Her movements are precise and measured, and soon she has him completely dressed, picking dust off of him and brushing him off again.

With her visor completely unusable, 2B knows that she'll have to do without it. Keeping it around her neck, she moves to 9S' side, hooking her arms underneath him and lifting him up. With the rain stopping, their way out is much less hazardous. Still, she takes her time walking over to the rubble, still pointedly not looking at his face. ]

It would be best if we spoke of this to no one. [ 2B says after an extended silence. ] If word were to get back to Command, we could be given reassignment.

[ She glances to his face now, coolly. ] Allow me to do the explaining when we get back to camp.

R-Reassignment?

[ 9S is obviously cooperative as 2B lifts him, perhaps a bit flustered by it being required. But he doesn't feel shame in it. Mostly, he may feel some shame in the reason this is necessary. He really is a lot weaker than her. It's not like he was built to be overly sturdy. 9S' visor hadn't suffered the same fate as 2B's, given it was removed beforehand, and so he lifts his over his eyes again. It's best he has his running, just in case. He can't speak for the rest of him though. His arm hangs around her shoulders, head tilted while he looks at her. ]

Uh. Yeah. Might be best.

[ He might stammer in his explanation. He's not exactly a great liar. And he tends to go off on tangents, even in his best mental state. He doesn't want reassignment; 9S realizes now that he would be devastated, were they to be separated. That's been a thing for a while but now? It's... he can't live without her. ]

We did just experience a cave-in, so it's not like we can't use that as an--

Hnk!

[ His hip sparks again, forcing his head to lean back. ]

May... wanna be careful. Oh man, I hope I don't light on fire. Jeez...

[ He laughs again, awkwardly. ]

Really did a number on me, 2B.

[ Worth it. ]

Hm. [ 2B responds, offering absolutely nothing. She knows of the tangents 9S is prone to go on, and usually she tolerates them, but... the idea of being separated from him hurts her far more than it should, and she tries to stifle it. Something has shifted between the two of them, though she knows it can't last. The elation she feels is shot through with guilt and with sorrow, leaving nothing but emptiness welling within the circuitry of her gut.

She manages to clamber out from the pit while keeping a firm hold on 9S, assuring that he's fine with every grunt and hiss of pain he makes with her movements. His feet dangle limply, jostled by her walking, and she focuses on them if only to keep herself from looking at his face. ]

If you light on fire, I'll dump you in the river.

[ She tries to stab at humor if only for his sake, though her delivery is flat as ever. ]

[ 9S is used to her cold, often flat delivery of response. It's just how she is, though it may change periodically. He's keenly aware of what can change, given that he can't seem to get the sounds she had preciously made back in that basement. 9S gets lost in that, committing to memory every sensation and glance. Her piercing blue eyes and seemed to lock in as she stole what little oxygen he had left. The squeeze of his neck, the way her gaze seemed to lock on as his consciousness threatened to fade. 9S feels a twist in his gut, a thrill that shoots through what parts of him still work and he has to shake out of it. ]

[ Thankfully, 2B's humorous threat drags him right out of it. ]

WH-- Please don't! My wiring is exposed, I can't get wet!

[ He whines. ]

Do you want to kill me?!

[ Yep. Sooner or later. ]

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[ 2B, on the other hand, is trying her best not to think. In spite of her best laid plans, she finds herself getting closer and closer to 9S each time they go through this cycle, and she almost feels as if she's at a loss. She holds him close, but gently; the last thing she wants is to crush him more. She knows that the memory of the noises he made will be burned into her cerebral processes for the rest of her activation period, and while it arouses her to no end, it causes her more pain than anything else.

At what he says next, she fixes him with a look. It's times like these that she feels as if he knows far more than he lets on, though she knows that that can't be possible. She leans in close, looking at the front of his visor as she walks, expression flat and measured. ]

You'd die either way. [ 2B says, matter-of-factly. If fire or water didn't kill him, she would eventually. ]

[ In this position and manner of condition, there isn't much that 9S can do. If 2B were to decide to toss him in the water, he'd be screwed. But he doesn't quite take such a notion seriously. At least not until she looks him in the eye in such a way and exclaims he'll die anyway. ]

[ That's... Ominous. While 9S doesn't have too much basis to feel any suspicions, as past experiences and murders have been cleared from his system, something about those words make his chest twist a bit. 9S stares at 2B, lips parted to his never-ending curiosity that always seems to ruin him. He's not stupid, and he's already processing every letter, every aspect of her tone and gaze. What the hell is that supposed to mean? ]

[ Suddenly, 9S is too scared to pry. He's usually quick to ask questions, but this time? He doesn't. He turns his gaze ahead, adjusting his visor to at least keep a vigilant eye while 2B's is out of commission. ]

They're gonna scan our fluid levels, you know. Both of us are likely low on lubricant. You paint a good excuse yet?

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[ So long as she doesn't get the explicit order to terminate him, 2B intends to stay her hand. The thought of killing him fills her with both dread and elation, the former because of her feelings for him and the latter because of her programming. 2B doesn't want to lie to him, even though she knows it's necessary; she can sense a subtle shift in 9S' demeanor in response to her words, and while she doesn't feel that she's compromised her mission yet, she makes a mental note to keep tabs on what she says.

She continues to hold onto him, gentle and steady, allowing a thoughtful silence to stretch between the two of them after his question. ]

Lubricant is not necessary for combat operations, thus it isn't mission-pertinent. They have no business asking, and if they do, we'll tell them we found a nest of machines underground and exterminated them. They can draw their conclusions from there.

[ 2B isn't one for planning, especially when it comes to fabricating lies. She dutifully avoids eye contact as they make their way up the hill to the camp, the rain beginning to lightly fall again. ]

All the more reason for them to ask. It's not like that much lubricant is required. Even for non-combat models like myself. We can easily say the damage from the collapse caused a leak for me, but what about you?

[ Distract yourself from what she said, 9S. It's easier. ]

You... Ejaculated a good amount.

[ Not meant to come off as dirty, but 9S still stutters. ]

See? This dials back to my last point. You're not one for plans.

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Well, it's not like I was damaged at all, [ 2B replies coolly, looking up at the sky as a few raindrops pelt her face. It seems that the storm is about to rage anew, and she's grateful for the shelter Anemone has provided both for herself and 9S. ] All I'll need is routine maintenance. They won't have to take me apart and put me back together.

With communications to the Bunker cut off, they're going to have to repair you as-is. Under more ideal conditions, we could just have your black box moved to a fresh body... but we don't have the luxury of waiting out this storm. [ As she says it, the sky opens up, deluging the both of them. 2B moves quickly to cover the exposed wiring of 9S' pelvis and torso, picking up the pace of her walking. ]

Aren't you the Scanner model? Plans are more your area of expertise, aren't they? [ Perhaps it's due to the aftermath of what happened in the basement; 2B is notably more open to quibbling with 9S about minutiae at present. ] I don't hear you coming up with alternatives.

You're the one who told me to keep quiet and let you do the talking!

[ Admittedly, he's just... Very flustered. And perhaps a bit scared. That remark said before hasn't made him feel any better. And the fact that he's in a good number of pain likely makes his head not as functional as it should be. 9S sighs, dramatically rolling his head back as 2B continues to carry him. ]

Auuuugh. Are we there yet?

Stop moving. I can't cover your wiring properly.

[ Admittedly, she's flustered, too, though she hardly understands why. Though there's no reason for it, the crux of her thighs aches, lubricant coating her inner thighs and soaking through the bottom of her leotard. 2B knows that routine maintenance is necessary, but even she's a bit nervous about letting anyone near enough to notice.

When they reach the camp, 2B takes him directly to the infirmary, informing the maintenance personnel there of 9S' injuries. "There was a cave-in," she says flatly. "His lower half got caught under some concrete." As she walks away, she vaguely hears snippets of a conversation between two of the androids stationed there, half-joking in their incredulousness: "Did he fuck the concrete? His groinal region looks like the only part of him that's seriously damaged!"

Without another word, she steps out into the rain in order to wash off her parts in an area far from the camp, forgoing routine maintenance in favor of bathing for the first time in... well, ever. ]

[ 9S doesn't fuss too much once they get to the Resistance Camp. Well... Not entirely. The remark about him fucking the concrete is made just before he's powered down for maintenance. And he's completely powered down for the process. Which may as well be a godsend, because then his mind can't wander and linger on the entirety of the afternoon. He can only hope too many questions aren't asked, but it seems concern and interest is gone the instant he powers back up. ]

[ Likely because the repairs took hours to achieve. 9S required almost an entire replacement of his groin and related fluids. At the very least, they salvaged heartier parts. Not that this status report is meant to encourage 9S, but it may... A little. ]

[ A few days pass. Surprisingly with no further error or concerns. Simple errands for the Resistance, little side missions that don't pertain too much to intel. It's likely they'll be called back to the Bunker sooner or later. But 9S isn't sure he wants to go back. No, he's too busy lingering over those words. "You'd just die anyway"... ]

[ Perhaps he's worrying too much. That could have meant anything. And 9S desperately wants to believe that 2B is the only good thing going for him. And she is. They haven't touched each other since that strange afternoon, but 9S hangs on to this strange hope that something will come of it. He doesn't pry too much, but his focus on that has him ignoring any paranoia. For the time being. ]

[ He sighs, packing his small bag in the room loaned to them by the Resistance, back turned to 2B. ]

Any word from Command for further intel? I feel like all we've been doing are crummy deliveries.

[ 2B spends the days after 9S' recovery dutifully finding ways not to be left alone with him for too long, taking on errand after errand for the members of the camp. Building rapport with the Resistance is important, of course, but she'd be lying if she said she was doing all of this from the goodness of her heart. She actively distracts herself from thinking too much about what happened between the two of them in that dark, dingy basement, and though she knows she'll have to face it eventually, it suits her just fine to forget about it in the present.

She's organizing her chipset on the other side of the room when 9S posits his question, giving her pause. The Commander actually had contacted her once the storm had passed... but not with the directive that 2B had been anticipating. Apparently, 9S hadn't shown any further signs of knowing anything about the moon base and its inhabitants, and there was no concrete proof that the files regarding the Council of Humanity had been accessed by unauthorized personnel. The Commander had made herself clear in saying that 2B was to remain vigilant and to act upon the first exhibition of suspicious behavior on 9S' part by eliminating him with extreme prejudice, sending his black box back to the Bunker for reformatting.

2B accepted these terms without question, of course, despite the heaviness that seized her chest and made it hard to breathe. ]

The Commander wants us to continue to help out the Resistance. We need a sturdy foothold on Earth if we want to continue operations against the machines, [ 2B states, moving on from organizing her chipsets in favor of checking on her weaponry. ] She said she'd contact us if she finds any leads. For now, she wants us to carry on as we have been.

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[ 9S sighs heavily, head throwing back in an eye-roll that can't be seen behind the shroud of his combat visor. ]

But it's been like this for days. I'm not programmed to be an errand-boy.

[ He's itching to learn more about the humans. To gather useful Intel rather than run around and deliver parts to and from Pascal's village. Or whatever else these Resistance androids want from them. It's easy to get a bit pouty when he would much rather do what he was intended to. ]

Why don't we check out the center of the City again? I could have sworn I picked up on some signals a few days ago. Weak signals, but I'm sure I can drag up something that'll give us accolades from the Commander.

We're soldiers. Soldiers take orders. [ 2B states flatly, satisfied with the configuration of her weapons. Standing, she straightens out her skirt, stretching her limbs before she ascertains that 9S is ready to go, stepping out into the blinding sunlight flooding the camp. The flowers in the center of the campgrounds are flourishing in the aftermath of the storm several days ago, and 2B can't help but look at them as she waits for 9S to follow her lead.

At what he says next, she calls over her shoulder to him, inclining her head. ] It couldn't hurt to look. Good call.

[ She trusts any intel 9S feels he can dredge up; as a cutting edge Scanner model, he's much better equipped for sussing out potential leads than she is. His curiosity fascinates her, and though she knows that it gets him into trouble from time to time, she can't help but admire it. ]

There are machine parts there that we can use to upgrade our weapons, anyway. [ She continues, turning her gaze back to the flowers from behind her visor. She remembers 6O saying she wanted pictures of nature, so she requisitions her Pod to take a few shots before sending them off to the Operator model.

It isn't long before they're off, moving on foot towards the central region of the city. It must have been a sprawling metropolis in its heyday, but all 2B sees now are ruins. She walks ahead of 9S in silence, idly swinging her sword through stray machines that happen to cross their path, hoping to appear too occupied for him to attempt to speak to her. ]

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