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castellae2017-04-10 05:56 pm
itshilarious) wrote in castellae2017-04-10 05:56 pm
Ongoing PSL - In-game setting
"You say that you're no good for me, cause I'm always tugging at your sleeve--"
"You say that you're no good for me, cause I'm always tugging at your sleeve--"
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[ Though 2B speaks evenly, she can't deny the doubt that pervades her thoughts. Her hands keep themselves busy as she fashions crude coverings both for herself and 9S, draping the old, dusty fabric around herself and tying it in place. It looks ridiculous, but it doesn't matter; 2B keeps it at a short length in favor of mobility, and she strides over to 9S in order to drape it over his shoulders while he works. ]
... Right.
[ 2B materializes her blade, standing at 9S' back and keeping an eye on both the door and the ceiling. Without her visor, environmental information gathering is notably more difficult; all she has to rely on are her eyes and her NFCS, as well as any information her Pod feeds her. She keeps her eyes sharp and her hearing even sharper, grip tight on the hilt of Virtuous Contract as she shifts her gaze around the room.
As 9S works, 2B is plagued with myriad thoughts of how this will play out. Even if YoRHa were to drop in on them now, she's confident that they'd be able to take them on; really, it would only be the first of a million times they'll likely have to strike down their former comrades once they're branded as traitors. As a combat model, the thought almost excites her... but she knows that 9S likely feels differently.
Best case scenario, she lives on in infamy like A2, untouchable and dangerous. She knows that that isn't an option for 9S, though; as an invaluable Scanner model, he's far too precious to allow to slip away. It's because of this that 2B strengthens her own resolve.
This is going to work simply by virtue of the fact that she doesn't have any other options. ]
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Those are the words that 9S repeats over and over again in his mind as he drops to his knees and settles back on the ground. Naked, save for the cloth that 9S has deposited upon his shoulder for later attention. He says nothing else once 2B turns her back to watch the door. The process daunting, its consequences unknown, 9S sighs as he accesses his OS in favor of prodding through his software.
9S activates safe mode, shutting off his connection temporarily to the network. It shouldn't seem off if it comes across as routine maintenance, and so he hides behind that shroud. The soft whisper of his entire body powering down would introduce that the process has started. His head falls slack, chin touching his collar while his eyes shut.
There's surprisingly less of a struggle than he previously anticipated, though that may be owed to a sudden resolve in knowing this is their reality now. As he travels within his own consciousness, time passes far enough for him to face this simply as another mission. That fearful look in his face seems to disappear for the time being once he finally disables his connection to the Bunker. Quietly and without error, 9S initiates his own reformatting, deleting any protocol functions set in place by Command. The immediate release of discovered data, his automatic connections to the operator in favor of routine contact, everything.
As he grazes through what's left, 9S comes across a final setting. It's written in code that makes little to no sense, much like his contingency. Although, he hadn't put it there. This doesn't look like anything he could build in. It makes no sense, he's not sure what he's turning off, but the second he does...
9S is hit with a visual barrage of download alerts, his visuals crowded with progress bad after progress bar. In his silence, he can only marvel at this and question himself. What... What's going on? What is all this? Files that had been hidden in an unknown drive?
They all flood in. Each memory like a heavy weight thrown in his arms to be piled up higher and higher. Those messages become images, video-like recollections that all seem to star a particular android, who's name he'd plastered all over his own OS.
2B.
Suddenly, the feelings of deja vu start to make sense. When he realizes this is every single moment he'd shared with 2B, he becomes angry in knowing Command had hidden these from him. These are his memories, considered property to someone else and how dare someone rob him of the one thing he can--
She kills him.
She smiles at him in so many memories. It's soft, almost nonexistent, but enough that he can feel it and notice it. 2B had been by his side for so much longer than he had known, and something hopeful and warm had sparked in his chest until the recollection of his demise took stage.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six times. Six murders by 2B's hand, all of which start out seemingly cold-blooded and merciless, yet become quicker and less painful each time. As if she'd grown soft to him. 9S is frozen in terror to what he witnesses, because it seems each killing comes on after he learns more about the humans.
Humans.
All of it floods in. Disaster after disaster. Data collections with his designation plastered all over it. Files he never remembered making because they reformatted him so many times. The moon is empty, piled with supplies that no human will ever consume because they've been dead for years. The Council of Humanity is nothing more than a figurehead. Working in the likes of a deity who does nothing but its followers function as if it sees all.
It all makes sense.
The truth is a weight 9S never truly thought he would carry. It bogs him down and threatens to suffocate him while he's stuck within the mental confines of safe mode. He wants to be angry. At YoRHa. At 2B. At the humans. But as everything floods in and shrouds him, everything comes full circle and he realizes his loyalty is a giant waste. They're all lambs to a slaughter. Meant for nothing more than killing machines and being killed.
Perhaps this was the only option.
9S shelves his feelings in favor of finishing the job. His resolve has him desperate to be with 2B, despite her orders. Perhaps it's a coping mechanism, or a desperation to move on and not be alone in this. But he repeats "it's her programming" as if that will make it better. Because he doesn't want to hate her. He doesn't want to be scared of her. If he tells himself he isn't, then he isn't. Right?
It's done. 9S finds it easier to sever his connection to the Bunker for good once his hands hold everything he'd earned. He deactivates safe mode, restarting his systems where his eyes suddenly open and soft clicks follow the very stiff, robotic-like posture adjust as his head lifts back up. 9S takes a sharp inhale, as if he'd held his breath the whole time. He's pale. Eyes glazed over. But with him disconnected, the timer starts. 9S shelves every feeling he has in favor of calling for 2B, his voice stern. ]
It's done. I need you to power down into safe mode immediately. We don't have time.
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Waiting for the worst, or the best. She isn't sure.
2B hears 9S reboot before she sees it, the subtle shift in his voice enough to clue her in to the fact that he's likely seen... everything. She should have expected it, honestly; it would have been foolish to expect that the latest in his line of Scanner types wouldn't leave behind some sort of hidden information cache for himself to retrieve later. She wonders if Command had considered the possibility even as she does as she's bade, unquestioning. She can grill him on everything he's found out later. As she lowers herself to her knees, she powers down, rebooting into safe mode.
While all 2B can see is blackness, 9S should be able to see everything that makes her... well, her. Her memories of him, of 6O, of the rest of the unit that had been shot down in her descent to earth. While the majority of her surface-level functions are labeled with the designation of 2B, everything that requires a higher level of security clearance is marked with the nomination 2E, giving insight to what her true function at 9S' side is.
Every burden she shoulders is laid bare before him, should he choose to seek them out. Memories of sleepless nights, of shedding tears in solitude, of staring up into a slate grey sky, alone. Every memory of meeting him, over and over, burned bright and permanent into the showreel of her consciousness.
2B knows what she risks in allowing him access to this, and honestly, part of her had considered the possibility of him killing her once he learned the truth. She accepts this possibility openly as she grants him access to every feasible part of her, eager to be at his side in whatever way possible. ]
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The process is only easier with 2B in the sense that he knows what he's doing now. With a quick, expert hand, he's got complete access to her. To her files, her functions, everything that makes her tick.
... The thought of ending her passes his mind only for a half a second. 9S immediately abandons that, his own conscience telling him that isn't the answer.
It seems that he locates much of her personal side to everything soon after he finds her designation. Of knowing that his theory was correct, and 2B... 2E had been created for the sole purpose of killing him every time he'd found something damning to the cause. Where 9S wants to seethe and cry, he's greeted with the image of 2B doing it instead. Nights where she'd stared at him powered down for the night, nights where she'd stared upon his corpse while her hands were covered in his vitals.
He gets it. Logically. The reason why they had been designated for this persistent, horrific cycle, but he hates it. 9S tries so very hard to keep himself from losing his mentality, from getting lost in his sadness and fear in favor of just getting this over with. How the hell are they supposed to endure all of this now? After the blissful ignorance is gone and the disgusting truth is laid bare?
No. No, prioritize the mission. Questions later.
9S succeeds in completely reformatting 2B's processes and connection to the Bunker within half the time it had taken for himself. Her ties to YoRHa severed, her entire system jail-broken in favor of making her a clean slate still containing the memories and files she'd gained. 9S quickly powers 2B back up, and part of him wants to break away and just run so he doesn't have to look at her.
But.
But it was just her programming. It was just her programming. 2B was just as hurt as he is now. Has been for years he can't... ]
It's done.
[ 9S' voice cracks again, and he keeps his gaze focused on his lower half as he quickly wraps the cloth she had given him around her waist. ]
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In all honesty, 2B wouldn't blame him.
When she powers back on, her systems flickering to life and catching the tail end of the crack in his voice. It registers all the same, and she knows better than to look up at him as he covers himself. She nods in acknowledgement, feeling slightly disjointed; though she knows her connection to Command was devoid of sound or indication of its existence, 2B feels as if she's missing something. She feels untethered, in a sense, though her feet are firmly planted upon the ground as she stands, slightly woozy. ]
... Right.
[ She knows that even more remains unsaid between them now that he's likely brushed up against her memories, but she knows that this isn't the time or the place for questions of that nature. ] We need to move. Fast. [ 2B makes for the door, blade still in hand as she tosses 9S a sideways glance over her shoulder. ]
I don't think we should stay in the area for too long. Unless you have someplace specific in mind, I'm just going to ask Pod to point us in the direction of a place with the fewest number of android lifeforms.
[ Her speech is stilted, even more mechanical than usual. It's clear that she has a few things on her mind, as she knows 9S does. Part of her feels the need to allay his fears, though she doesn't understand why. It takes her several minutes, but when she speaks again, it's soft. ]
I'm not going to let anything happen to you.
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He'll have to hang onto that mantra for a long time, he thinks. 9S feels so damn foggy once everything is said and done, and despite how dire the situation is? He can't bring himself to feel that sense of urgency anymore. It's like he's trying to numb himself to everything, to slow his mentality down so he can try to understand 2B's perspective in all this. He does. So why does this feel so off? So hurtful?
9S had long-since reformatted the Pods to continue their support in lieu of their disconnection to the Bunker. Any protocol to report or recommend reporting desertion is completely removed from their key functions. They both hover close to their androids, as if nothing happened. Even if they're aware of what's occurred.
He has to think of where to go, but he halts at 2B's gentle promise. The evidence of his discovering everything is clear on his face... But repeating that mantra in his head brings an understanding smile. Weak as it may be. He nods. ]
Yeah.
[ She won't. She won't, 9S. This is why they've done what they've done. So this doesn't have to happen anymore and they can just be happy and alone together. He purses his lips as he tries to regain that resolve, his own sword appearing from thin air into his hand. His grip is tight along the handle. 9S swallows thickly before looking to his pod. ]
Pod, locate an area with minimal to no reception. Prioritize areas with no android signals.
Acknowleded. Current location matching search filters supports the Forest Zone as best result. Marking location on map.
[ It's where they had located A2, but he supposes this makes sense. A2 is no longer connected to the Bunker herself, and it's not like they haven't faced her before. 9S says nothing once they leave the area, the two of them seemingly focused on running as quickly as they can. 9S doesn't focus right away on the consequences that may come. As if he's shut down to cope and succeed in their mission before any thoughts can plague him.
His mind still goes back and forth, even after days have passed since their escape.
It's morning. Early. While nearly a week has gone since their decision to sever ties with YoRHa, 9S is surprised they've yet to run into any pursuers. He's forever thankful for Pod 153, who seems to be on top of any warnings as days go by. It's... Strange. Since their cutting off from the Bunker, it's like his Pod has developed a personality of its own. Almost... Caring and concerned. It often does routine scans without request on his behalf, and they're more than just status reports. His Pod checks his mental and physical integrity at least every hour. It would be annoying to him if he hadn't felt that the care put upon him was genuine.
Still, he kindly requests that it tone down on the checks. 9S is on his own for now, just a few clicks outside of Pascal's village where they've taken temporary refuge. Old, tattered leather gloves squeak as his fingers tighten around an old, long-deactivated machine to pry its panel open. He digs for supplies. Parts. Building a collection in case it's necessary. ]
I get why you're prioritizing that, but it's not necessary, Pod. I'm fine.
Acknowledged. Rebuttal: Unit: 9S appears to have had a significant decline in morale in recent days. This Pod prioritizes the integrity and well-being of its assigned Unit. Frequent checks and proposals may increase likelihood of longer activation time, and would alleviate any need for questioning.
[ 9S rises to his feet, staring to his Pod as he places his found parts into his bag. Along the way, they'd obtained suitable clothing for their travel. He dons an outfit vastly different from his uniform, yet just as efficient. Form-fitting, dark jeans tucked into black boots keep him warm during the cold nights and protected in their travels. His top is modest, an old, loose-fitting brown tee that's coupled with a long sleeve shirt beneath. A large, spotted scarf is wrapped loosely around his neck, the ends curtailing behind him. The smallest touch of a thin leather strap is wrapped around his neck in the form of a decorative choker. Seems he'd been adjusted to the one he had before. Fashion isn't necessary, but he couldn't help it.
He purses his lips when his Pod essentially admits to worrying about him. He sighs, reaching up to pat his Pod affectionately along its side panel. ]
I'm not going to argue with hard data. But I promise I'm fine. I'm dealing with it.
[ Honestly, he could stand to be a bit more open with 2B. As the days have passed, he's... Surprisingly been too uncomfortable to bring up what he had found. He's seemed keen on just living with her, in being close because he realizes he still feels happy around her. That he has this never-ending need for her validation and attention. That means he isn't scared of her, right? That he doesn't despise her because she didn't want to suffer through the cycle anymore...
Right? ]
C'mon. Let's head back.
[ Staying out alone isn't the best idea anyway, even if he's still close enough to 2B that he's safe. 9S turns his heel towards the bridge entering the Machine Village without much time passing at all. His boots click along the metal paneling to the walkway, gaze glazed over even as his machine neighbors greet him. He hates staying here, hates being surrounded by machines he's so sure could turn on them any minute, but he's respectful. Because Pascal has provided supplies and shelter, even in knowing YoRHa could find them and target everyone. Surprisingly, that hasn't happened. But they should leave soon.
He says nothing to no one, climbing up into the small little room set aside for them. 9S pulls his bag from over his shoulder, lowering it next to 2B. ]
Some extra parts in case we're in need of replacements. Not exactly keen on the idea, but we'll have to do maintenance in more creative ways if the need arises. No access to the Resistance and all.
[ He should talk to her. About all of this... ]
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While 9S is out hunting for parts, 2B is in their room. Their chipsets have been optimized, their weapons maintained, and their inventory restocked. 2B finds herself with a rare moment to herself, sitting upon the edge of her bed as she stares into the relative darkness of their shared room, mulling over their options.
She knows that a discussion is due to take place between herself and 9S, but she hardly knows how to initiate it. Her own Pod has commented on her internal stress levels, but thus far she's dismissed these concerns outright, focusing instead on gathering supplies and keeping 9S safe. While androids technically don't need to sleep, she hasn't rested since their arrival, keeping vigil over 9S while he powers down for the night.
Maybe it's because of their severed connection to the Bunker, but 2B finds herself to be tired. Her system files have become fragmented over the course of the last few days, resulting in inefficient processing and dullness of her sensation receptors. Leaning her temple against the wall, 2B allows her eyes to slide shut. ]
Pod. [ She calls softly, her voice hoarse. ] Initiate defragmentation procedures.
Understood. Initiating maintenance processes.
[ 2B doesn't argue when her Pod begins to perform maintenance to the other functions it can access; 9S is, ultimately, the only one who can strip her down to brass tacks and perform full maintenance to her now that their connection to the Bunker is severed. 2B allows herself to breathe deeply, her eyes shut as her Pod compacts her files, reorganizing their fragments into contiguous spaces.
The process is relatively quick, but 2B doesn't move when it ends. She allows herself to sag against the wall even as she hears 9S footsteps up to their room, his voice reaching her ears as she rests. She opens her eyes slowly to look up at him, her face weary and drawn. ]
... Good call. I'll get more once these outlive their usefulness. [ She says, straightening. ] We should probably move on soon. I don't want to repay Pascal's kindness by getting his village wiped off the map.
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Without sounding ridiculous? It's the most robotic he's ever felt.
This isn't a way to live. But he isn't sure how to seek happiness with their severed ties from YoRHa. Hadn't they left to be together? To be happy as partners? He can't be certain if this is owed to an underlying fear of knowing what 2B was made for, or if it's simply owed to being blissfully unaware for so many years. 9S remembers every moment they've had together now, thanks to the retrieval of so many backdated files that had been hidden away. But he still can't help but feel he's been absent for so long. It's like the memories aren't even his.
With a nod, he takes a seat beside her. With the room as small as it is, they're afforded one bed to share. It's spacious enough, but 9S has managed to power down before he can even register 2B lying beside him. As if the experience is too painful to take in. But he sits close this time nonetheless. ]
I've already located a few potential places to take refuge in. They're marked on our map. Leaving at night might serve us better, so... Guess tonight's the time.
[ He pauses, looking to 2B. It's still so strange consistently regarding her without the shrouds of their combat visors. It's almost as if she's exposed, that he's exposed. Their eyes can so easily lock and read each other, all while feelings can be laid bare so easily. He can tell that 2B is tired, and something about that destroys him. How is it that he can harbor a fear and uncertainty, all while still being hopelessly in love with her? 9S is concerned, but torn. And that only seeks to make him sadder.
What is he supposed to do? What is she supposed to do? She'd gone so long killing him because she had to, now they've become traitors and she's absolutely due for termination. Because of him.
He should talk to her. Ask questions. It's what he does best but for once, it's like he doesn't want the answers anymore. ]
2B, I...
[ He looks to his knees, expression solemn and exhausted. ]
When... You said you loved me...
[ It hurts saying it. Because those words fell from her lips just seconds before her sword pierced him that final time. He can still feel it, it seems, and his hand instinctively presses to his chest. ]
Did you mean it?
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Good. I'll let Pascal know. [ Her voice is low and soft, and she can feel the tension that seems to coil around the both of them. The air is thick with words left unsaid, and 2B allows herself to look to his face, his expression riddled with fatigue and worry. It takes him a while to speak again, but when he does, his words hit her square in the gut.
If she'd been more like her Operator, she likely would have jumped to reassure him. To be effusive in her expressions of affection. If she'd had a more open, bubbly personality, she likely would have tripped over herself to reassure 9S of her love for him.
But she isn't. Her personality is, by default, cool and detached. It's because of this that she slowly, quietly shifts closer to him, gently sloping her neck so that her head rests against the side of his.
When 2B finally speaks, it's low. Quiet. ]
I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it. [ She murmurs, looking into the space before them with half-masted eyes. She notes the way his hand covers the place where she'd pushed her blade through, and she wants to take it into his. She doesn't. 2B can't change the fact that she'd done this to him. ] I wouldn't... be here. If I didn't mean it.
[ Her voice is suddenly thick, though she doesn't weep. Instead, she leans against him, tired. ]
Knowing what you know now... Is it alright for me to feel that way about you?
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Still, he hangs onto it. With everything uncertain in terms of his thoughts and feelings about 2B and their history, that emotional side of him forever clings to the want and need to be loved and seen. Emotions are prohibited because they so easily get in the way, but 9S finds himself more in need of them than ever. When she confirms it, he feels a comfort that he instantly becomes addicted and attached to. It's as if it takes hold of his uncertainties and hides them away. When 9S feels that, he doesn't want to feel anything else.
So he ignores all the other feelings in favor of it. Including the feelings of fear and doubt. If he feels love for 2B, and she feels love for him, nothing else should matter.
He hums to himself, as if agreeing with himself in his internal dialogue. As 2B rests her head against his, he scoots closer, allowing their shoulders to press flush against one another. ]
Mm.
[ It's not an answer. Because for some reason, he can't answer it. Not fully. It's vague, open-ended, but 2B can likely draw some sort of conclusion by the way he turns his head to press his nose along her cheek, his brow against her temple. 9S closes his eyes and simply takes in the warmth that she provides. Clinging to it, pretending nothing else exists. ]
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Similarly, 2B holds onto the feeling, too. It's apparently strong enough to lead her to defect, to go against her programming and everything she'd been created for. She clings to those feelings like a lifeline, just as terrified and worried as 9S, though she absolutely doesn't show it. The only certainty she has lies in her feelings for him, and while she's sure enough of them to undertake this insane plan, she wonders if they're enough for him.
At 9S' acknowledgement, 2B remains silent. She hesitates before turning her head to face his, pressing their brows together and nuzzling the tip of her nose against his.
She remains there, quietly, taking his hands in hers. There's nothing she can say, so she lapses into silence. ]
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He wants her to smother him. To make him forget everything else in favor of just knowing there're in love and ran away for it. He could live in this tragedy knowing he isn't alone, and as those thoughts of doubt and fear try so hard to come back? He clings harder.
In their mutual silence, 9S leans forward, hesitant at first. His grip to her hands becomes immediately tight, head tilting just briefly before a pause. And then his mind starts to tempt him with ignoring everything else. In inching forwards the need to provoke her. Smother him. Smother these thoughts and rid him of this horrible pain.
He doesn't think of how hard he consumes her lips when he does. 9S devours them, the kiss both passionate and fierce, though it's slow to start. If only to silence his mind. ]
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2B knows that they can't keep avoiding this forever. She knows that his question holds even more weight than it appears to, and it echoes in her mind, it's implications devastating and cruel.
When his grasp of her hands tightens, 2B blinks, opening her eyes to look at his face. She watches as he tilts his head, almost inquisitive in the way she looks at him, blinking.
Though part of her is expecting it, 2B is still caught by surprise when he crushes his lips against hers, hard and desperate. She makes a noise, her eyes hesitating to close before she returns it, lips parting in order to grant his tongue entry, if he so desires. She takes nothing from the kiss, only inviting him to do whatever he wills as she laces her fingers with his own. ]
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He doesn't catch on her surprise, or even her hesitation. 9S moves forward as if he's a freight train with absolutely no stopping in sight. Even if it's slow at first, his persistence is rather clear in his enthusiastic press of himself against her. Their fingers lace and interlock, tight in grip for the time being when their lips part in tandem. 9S tangles his tongue with her own, a force of passion and need behind every flick and movement of his lips. He only let's go of one hand in favor of cupping her cheek. The gesture is brief, affectionate, just before his head tilts to deepen the kiss and those fingers find purchase in her hair.
They've done this so many times before, but it's almost as if it's the first time again. His memories are there, but it's as if they aren't his. Like some other 9S model lived through them and he's merely borrowing the sentiment that comes with all this. He struggles in desperation to quiet his head and when it doesn't let up, he pushes into her. 9S isn't nearly as strong as 2B, but he gathers enough gusto in his agony to attempt pushing her to the bed. If he succeeds, he'll crawl over her, drag his hands across every curve that he can touch. Because if that quiets his head, maybe he'll finally find some reprieve.
This isn't right. How he's going about this isn't right. But he just... Can't stop. ]
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It's because of this that 2B gives in to him, allowing him to take what he must even if it leaves her with nothing. She's spent enough time taking from him, and it's high time he did the same to her. The slow, gradual buildup of his movements hurts for some reason, but his enthusiasm makes up for it. Her tongue is gentle where his becomes desperate, warm and wet and ultimately loving in its gentle laving. As he cups her cheek, 2B melts... only to gasp when his fingers find her hair.
The movement is rough, but not unwelcome. 2B gives beneath his weight, knowing full well she can overpower him if she wanted, but finding that the desire to do so simply isn't there. Her shift rides up her lower belly with the movement, exposing the fact that she isn't wearing anything underneath it. She'd left her usual undergarments on the corpse in the Amusement Park, and hasn't since found a replacement. If she feels bashful towards this, she doesn't show it. Instead, she gently grips his hand, returning his kisses with a furrowed brow and a slow gentleness, knowing as damn well as he does that this isn't right.
But she wants to give it to him, if it's what he wants. It's because of this that she shifts underneath him, undoing the front of his pants with her free hand, arching into his hand as it roves across her body. ]
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Instantly, he's addicted. 9S has found the solution, and he's keen to stick with it. Little does he know that it's merely a bandaid to a fatal wound.
She grabs his hand, he lets himself be guided. As her shift exposes her lower half, a greedy palm seeks to push it entirely over her chest, bunching it at her collar. 9S flicks his tongue along the roof of her mouth, marveling the ridges past her teeth until they retract. He bites her lip, pulling the mock flesh before breaking away with the crane of his neck. He exhales, shakingly, realizing that he's very quickly become incredibly hard. Yes. Everything else can fade in favor of that. His need is all he should focus on. Fucking 2B until he's completely out of energy is all he needs.
She'll stay with him. He'll stay with her. Because she's all he needs and screw everything else. This... This is all they need because it fixes everything.
9S arches his back in favor of her unbuttoning his pants, only hiking his pace where he immediately buries his face in her neck and drags his tongue along the chord. Greedy hands take her breasts, squeeze and push while he twitches in anticipation to be disrobed. 2B is generous where 9S is suddenly insatiable, fingers trapping the sensitive bud of her nipples between them and squeezing.
There is absolutely no warning as he bites into her pulse. He wastes no time, and it's pretty clear that he doesn't want to go slow. At least not anymore. ]
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2B doesn't make any noise. She can't bring herself to. Her body, efficient as ever, has already initiated the processes to prepare her for what she knows is coming. Warmth pools, sticky and sweet between her legs as he exposes her torso fully, and while she gives a soft grunt of discomfort as his teeth scrape against her lower lip, she doesn't fight him. 2B is almost relieved as he buries his face in the crook of her neck, allowing her to stare up at the ceiling as the hand that successfully undid his jeans finds the back of his head.
Her fingers lightly tangle in his hair as he frees both of his hands in favor of squeezing and kneading her breasts, a soft, short noise building at the back of her throat in response. 2B uses her free hand to work his pants down his hips, catching a glimpse of his need-- she wonders how long he's been this hard-- and wasting no time in lightly grasping it, pumping her fingers up and down its length. It's around then that he bites down into her neck, prompting her to hiss.
2B squeezes his cock in retaliation, but doesn't do much more than that. Craning her neck upwards, she presses her lips to his shoulder, ghosting light kisses along its surface before taking the skin between her teeth, suckling and biting him in return. If it's what he wants, then she'll give it to him. ]
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God, this is preferred. Already, the sudden spike of his internal temperature triggers his fans to work in overdrive; a relieving sensation because he feels alive for once. He shivers when her fingers tighten through wefts of white, scalp tingling with the pressure that causes his hips to unintentionally buck well before his pants are down.
Ah, but nothing makes him shiver more than the sudden sensation of her teeth biting down and pulling. It's wet, warm, and the sting brings a hot rush of pleasure through his receptors. They work seemingly harder, as if they're ablaze. 9S hisses against her neck, exhaling another shaken moan that is soft, but saturated in need and lust. 2B's hand finds his length quick, pulling him from the confines of his pants that she gracefully discards.
His hands pry themselves from her breasts, quick to adjust himself. The sudden sensation of her warm, soft fingers squeezing on his cock has him eager for more. Hungry for it. Because it will keep everything silent, and he wants to continue drowning himself in the sounds of fucking her so his thoughts don't come back.
Hn--
[ His mock flesh feels as though it's on fire, with burning pinpricks shooting along his arms and legs. He needs more. With a sudden quickness, his hands reach down, grasping hard at her thighs and working to push them back. 9S seeks to bend her legs over his shoulders, despite their differences in size. His hips roll forward, carrying an immediate sense of urgency that this needs to move forward now. And that much is made extremely clear when he seeks to move himself away from her hand in favor of basically impaling her on first impact. ]
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2B can hear his fans whir to life from this distance, and why she knows that this isn't the most efficient way to handle things, she's grateful that this activity still has some sort of effect on him. He reacts extremely positively to her biting, and it's because of this that 2B continues, tamping her teeth down hard enough against his skin to possibly break it with prolonged attention. She makes sure not to do this, of course, moving up and down the length of his neck, causing bruises to blossom in the wake of her lips as she suckles and bites his mock flesh. He tastes like earth and the sun, warm and visceral against her tongue as it laves against the teeth marks she leaves behind.
2B pulls away when he does, continuing to stroke his cock up and down. Her movements are gentle even as his are erratic, and she only ceases her ministrations as he pries her thighs apart, causing her breath to hitch. 2B admits to feeling a thrill of excitement at his forwardness, her teeth digging into her lower lip as he bends her lower half back over her, his hands resting in the crooks of her knees as he lays her bare beneath him. When she sees him reposition, 2B's eyes widen, a glimmer of doubt taking hold of her. ]
Nines, wai--
[ Her words are cut short as she chokes, his cock burying itself deep into the tight, wet cavern of her cunt before she can properly protest. She knows she could have stopped him short, easier than breathing; the fact that she hadn't leaves her questioning why, even as her optical cameras go white for a split second. 2B's chin tilts backwards, her mouth agape as he fills her up and stretches her open, her breath coming in sharp, short mouthfuls of air. ]
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And so, 9S falls into this with ease.
The immediate sense of white-hot pressure and friction greets him like a goddamn pile of bricks to the skull. It forces his neck craning, lips falling open into a cracked and hoarse cry. The one consistent part of him seems to always be how willingly vocal he is, company be damned. He ignores 2B's questioning, hardly capable of paying attention to the fact that she'd been partly doubtful. That cracked moan draws out, broken into whimpers when he curls over her and digs his fingers into her thighs. The overflow of sensations causes his processors to go in and out, vision fuzzy and causing latency in his actions. It takes a moment for him to gather himself, the next thrust heavy, yet not as harsh as the first. ]
H--Ah, fuck.
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2B's legs give way underneath him easily, her ankles coming to rest upon his shoulders as he moans, his cock throbbing needily within her. She looks to his face as she adjusts, vision blurry from the initial surprise of him filling her, and she reaches upwards to wrap her arms around his neck, fingers curling into the short hairs at the back of his head.
She adores him. It's clear in the way she looks at him. When he rolls his hips into hers, she hisses, fingers tangling in his hair as her walls cling to his girth. Every little movement on his part causes sparks to fly behind her eyes, though she remains relatively quiet. Though her body welcomes, no, ushers, him into itself, her mind whirs with worry. With doubt.
Still, she makes no effort to stop him. Being this close to 9S has always felt right, and she's in no position to deny it now. In her compromised position, she can't do much but clench and squeeze around him, her gaze heady with need and not a small amount of sadness as she looks to his face. ]
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Honestly, it's selfish. He recognizes that even now, but the thought slips away as quickly as it comes.
Her walls devour him, suckle on his need and so gently usher him further inside. The friction is white hot, pressure delicious and allowing his nerve receptors to deliver wave of pleasure after pleasure. There's a gratifying sound of their union with every pull back of his hips, a wet squish once they push right back inside her. 9S feels her resist him from the hilt, the head of his need squeezed tight and stealing a tortured sort of whimper from the back of his throat.
He's being selfish, yes. He's running away from thoughts that, quite honestly, terrify him by smothering himself in the crook of her neck and the tight cavern of her cunt. But he can't completely escape it when 2B so passionately embraces him and threads her fingers through his hair. It's painfully romantic, stealing a reaction by way of his mechanical heart that swells without protest on his part. Even with his thoughts confusing and agonizing, he still loves her. He doesn't want those other feelings, and so he denies them.
It's because of this that the tears which fill his eyes are purposefully hidden. 9S moans into the curve of 2B's neck, but it cracks when his throat tightens. As her legs rest on his shoulders, his arms slip underneath her, palms pressed to her back and fingers twitching with every hard, desperate thrust. He can't look at her, and even seeing just a flash of her sadness for him destroys him. And so he pounds into her harder, fingers digging into her flesh when the pace starts to quicken. ]
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Her insides grind and shudder around him, prompting her to hold him close as that pained whimper emanates from his throat. 2B grits her teeth as he thrusts into her again, over and over, a fractured, strangled noise eventually pushing past her lips in spite of herself. 2B knows 9S is avoiding something, trying to bury it deep inside of her... And all she can do is let him, because it's the only thing she knows how to.
Sheltering him in her arms, she feels the sorrow that cracks the desperate moan he entombs in the crook of her neck, prompting her to hold him a little more tightly. She wants to comfort him, somehow, but finds herself helplessly pinned underneath him; she wants this just as much as he does, honestly, and the fact that she's soaking wet is likely an indicator enough of that fact. His thrusts drive her to make more of those soft, strangled little cries, forcing air out of her lungs when he ups his pace.
This isn't what he needs-- what either of them need. But 2B falls into it anyway, holding him tight and willing him to bury and drown out whatever it is he needs to inside of her. Her eyes flutter shut as he holds her, prompting her to curl upwards as she gently presses his face into the hollow of her neck, small, desperate noises emanating from her throat as he fucks her. ]
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He chases it. There will be regret in that when this ends, but it doesn't stop him.
He whines into her neck, loud and careless of those who might hear. And it's something between a pleasured moan and a painful sob. 9S doesn't realize that his tears continue to pile up and pour from his eyes, because he's far too fixated on the promise of climax. 2B struggles, but meets each thrust. He bottoms out inside of her, over and over, her soaked cavern seemingly tighter the more he moves. His fingers curl into her back, body shuddering and hiking in temperature. The telltale crackle of his visuals shows him that he's close, the warnings firing off in his vision louder and more frequent when the threat of his circuits frying become all the more possible.
He feels her breath against his neck, her face so affectionately brushing along his skin. 2B lets him do whatever he pleases, and so he meets that end so quickly. 9S cries out, the broken delivery of her name falling from his lips as hot, thick lubricant spurts from his length. His hips twitch into her, he frantically holds onto her as if he'll lose her, and his vision goes completely white. His internals increase so much in heat, he nearly powers down, latency wracking his functions where he practically seizes on top of her for a short moment. ]
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She knows that the other denizens of Pascal's village can likely hear the sounds of their lovemaking; the small room they're staying in is not much more than four walls and a roof constructed out of old wood and scrap metal. Thankfully, no one comes to investigate as 9S makes enough noise for the both of them, though 2B's own voice joins his with every heavy thrust of his hips.
She can feel him nearing his peak as he twitches and throbs within her, and though 2B herself isn't terribly close, she finds herself anticipating it all the same. She plants a line of kisses along the pulse of his neck as he thrusts, teeth gently nipping at his skin and holding him close. 2B shudders as she hears her own name fall from his lips, that familiar, sticky feeling of him filling her cunt with cum causing her to shiver.
2B is quiet in the aftermath, holding him as he rides out his orgasm. She strokes his hair, his cheek, his neck and shoulder, silently wondering how they'd come to this. She wonders if he feels better after that, though she knows better than to ask.
Instead, she closes her eyes, taking a breath. She tries to imagine a world without set directives, and fails. ]
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