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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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Perhaps that's how he was meant to be. After all, he's her persistent victim, right? Her killing game. Like a fucking animal.
This 2B isn't her. She isn't. But he'll be damned if he doesn't want to work upon his wants in a vengeful manner. 9S can't completely understand when he decided to do this, but it's as if the voices in his head stop the instant he crushes his lips into hers. 9S' grip releases from her neck if only to tightly grab her shoulders and shove her against the ground.
He grunts as she leans into the gesture, shocked that she works in favor of him only insofar as he never thought the original wanted him. Not in this way. He can taste her tears as they drip along her nose and lips. 9S craves them. As they trickle down, he laves his tongue harshly along the line of her mouth, before promptly working to drive his tongue past them. He'll taste her from the inside, destroy her from the inside. Draw this out and make her fucking pay for making him feel so alone and lost. Posing as a memory that will be nothing more than that. ]
[ 9S wastes no time in rutting his hips into hers, a harsh thrust of his center through their uniforms. His fingers tightly clench at her shoulders, tight enough to bruise, as if he hopes to crack the supports beyond her mock-flesh. ]
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In many ways, she's always been the hunter. It's strange, now, to have the tables reversed.
2B crashes into the ground with a loud thud, pain blossoming at the back of her skull and causing her vision to fragment with latency. She doesn't know why tears are still flowing from her eyes, but they only grow more rapid at the sight of 9S, crazed and tortured, his tongue demanding entry that she can't help but give. She makes a soft, shuddering noise against him as his mouth plunders her own, her attempts to put any miniscule amount of distance between her lips and his stymied by the ground beneath her. Her hands struggle to grasp at his shoulders as his hips drive, hard and merciless against hers, prompting her to gasp and cry out when coupled with the way his fingers dig into her shoulders.
She knew he sought to harm her; that was more than obvious. But this? This is completely out of left field. She bends her knees, her thighs coming up on either side of his hips as she struggles to support herself beneath him, her body treacherously reacting to the force with which he pushes against her. 2B knows she has no business feeling this way even as heat begins to pool between her legs, her hands curling tightly into his shoulders as she ineffectually tries to get him off of her. ]
W-What are you-- [ She manages to choke against his mouth, his tongue robbing her of words as she gets swept up in its movements. Her brow furrows as her eyes screw shut again, her hips shamefully rolling up against his. Has she always been this way? Has she always wanted this? ]
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The whirlwind of anger and obsession seems to bubble and broil deep in his chest, his internals hot and nearly corroding as time passes. And it likely is. As the virus continues its way through his system, it deteriorates him. Slow and steady, likely capable of keeping him alive in agony through a slow, painful demise. But 9S doesn't care about that, nor does he even pay attention. No. No, all he can focus on now is the hunger he feels for 2B.
He loved her so much. Loved her, hated her, feared her... But he could always just focus on the love and devotion. The others seemed so far away, so easy to forget--
Ah, but he did forget, didn't he? Reformatting after reformatting, cycle after cycle, murder after murder. Everything he had centered solely around 2B would forever cause his demise. All of the feelings surge through him at ones, creating a passionate yet deadly approach towards the assumed copy below him.
The sounds forced out of 2B set his internals ablaze, nerve receptors hyper-sensitive and firing off almost too much. He's addicted to it, starved, and 9S hisses to that combined with her almost fearful manner of questioning him. Such an innocent tone, and such an extreme contrast in the way she's hot and soaked already. He can feel it radiate through him, stealing a shuddered sigh. 9S moans against her lips when she returns the gesture.
He doesn't answer her, especially when he's pried her lips open and tangles his lips with her own. 9S wants her to shut up. Stop talking as if you're her. Stop reminding him of what he lost. He takes a sharp inhale through his nose, eyes tightly shut and brow furrowed. His hands tremble, but their resolve is set when one reaches for the band of her dress, yanking it back to undo her skirt. ]
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She doesn't know explicitly about the virus plaguing his system, but she can see from the telltale glow that it's eating him up from the inside out. 2B chokes on a sob, the sound muffled by the way his mouth covers hers. Love and hate seem one and the same in the position he has her in, and she supposes that this was going to happen sooner or later. Corruptions in code and mechanics aren't out of the realm of possibility, so it stands to reason that 9S would remember something past the constant reformatting and memory wiping done to his system.
9S gets what he wants as his tongue robs her of speech, her eyes opening as he roughly tears at her dress, prompting her to flinch. Regardless, 2B doesn't feel fear. She's already tasted death once, and to have it revisit her again by 9S' hand... honestly doesn't seem so bad. She closes her eyes and pushes herself up into the kiss, surprisingly tender even as he seeks to brutalize her, her hands gently sliding upwards to frame his face.
She expects him to rebuff her for that, to shove her hands away. But still, she does it anyway, gently cradling him while she has the chance. ]
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9S' body is wracked in complete agony. His form tears away at itself from the inside, code corrupted and loud as it all slowly breaks and triggers malfunctions. There are plenty of warnings that fire off in his visuals, all red and persistent but he ignores every single one. Where 9S has always been diligent and quick to repair anything, this time? He doesn't care.
He wants to die. Because then he might be able to finally rest. It's not worth it without 2B-- His 2B. The android he so devastatingly loves but wants so badly to destroy and maim. It's already abundantly clear that he seeks to carry out those needs with the one beneath him, still completely doubtful that it's actually her.
The kiss on his part isn't close to passionate. It's hungry and wild, carnal and wet. His hands are busy with wrenching her clothes off, working towards an end that he recalls fantasizing about plenty of times before her death. He loves her. He loves her and he wanted to bury himself in her. Fuck her to release both the anger and painful devotion that made being with her both fantastic and completely awful. Knowing what she's done has only sought to make those feelings gnaw at him now. 9S is no longer cheerful, and instead is in constant pain and despair. Anger.
She cradles his face. 9S has his eyes tightly shut as he begins to tear her dress because simply removing it is too much work. But there's a significant shift in tone when she goes from physically acting uncertain and shocked, to... Passionate and caring. Fearless, yet gentle and without defense. The kiss on his behalf is harsh and violent, while hers is feather-light and caring.
His eyes abruptly open wide, red, glowing pupils dilating as the mechanisms controlling it hiss in their expansion. Her warmth surrounds him, stealing him of focus on the task at hand and suddenly he stops over her. It hurts. It hurts because his heart aches in this passionate return of affection that no one has ever given him before. It hurts because he wonders if she ever did love him. It hurts because this isn't fucking her and how dare she pretend she is.
There's a brief, oh so brief moment that he pauses. As if he's tempted to return the gesture in a similar fashion. As if somewhere, far deep in his head, the real 9S is still there.
He immediately denies it in a panic. 9S breaks the kiss after 2B gets her message across for a few seconds. His brow is furrowed, expression angry despite how his eyes have filled with tears. He's unaware of it, and 2B will see them begin to streak down his face before he physically smacks her arms away and grabs her roughly by the shoulders. ]
On your knees. Turn around.
[ When he speaks, it's clear that the virus has already taken to his vocal software. His voice is fuzzy and glitched out, broken. But that doesn't seem to bother him, especially not when he's suddenly too busy trying to make it so he can't look at her fucking face anymore. ]
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9S practically ravages her mouth as she openly accepts him, slow and gentle. His teeth bite and bruise her lips as his tongue takes what it will, his hands moving roughly over the fabric covering her body. 2B holds him gently because it's what she's always wanted, consciously or unconsciously, even as his hands tear open the fabric of her dress and leave her exposed. It isn't long before he has her leotard in shreds, but 2B persists in her tenderness, even when she senses that he might very well try to do to her skin what he's just done to her clothing.
2B has her eyes closed as his snap open, and when he halts, she doesn't bother. She molds against him while she can, warm and delicate, leaving herself open while taking nothing in return. She's already taken so much from him. It only stands to reason that he should have his turn.
When the inevitable break of her affection comes, it comes violently. 2B's hands fall away as he grabs her, causing her to gasp. She catches a glimpse of his tears, and it only serves to cause her brows to knit together, her own eyes red from weeping. She wants to caress his cheek, to wipe them away... but the position he has her in makes that impossible. The corruption of his voice further drives the point home, and as he issues his demands, she doesn't argue.
The terrible virus that's taken hold of him has already begun to take its toll. 2B knows it's only a matter of time before it spreads to her own systems once he's inside of her, and once again, she has to admire the irony of their situation. Sexual congress was often seen as an act of love between humans. Not always, of course, but commonly so. How ironic that 9S is likely going to use it as an avenue to kill her.
She'd never been so merciful to do the same for him. Or so cruel.
2B does as she's bade, her clothing in tatters. There's no hesitation in her movements, no uncertainty whatsoever; she supports her weight on her knees and hands, facing away from him. She feels a twisted sense of satisfaction in knowing that the both of them are likely going to die together here in this strange, white place, and though tears flow freely from her eyes again, she can't help but smile. ]
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It seems that even in the throes of... Whatever this is, it brings him no validation. No calm. In fact, the further this goes, the worse he feels. Whether or not it's the virus' complete doing, he can't be sure. But he pushes on, as if it's the last thing he can do and the last chance for some sort of release. This copy of 2B insists on gentleness, as if it was programmed to seek forgiveness of some kind. He tries being harsh and terrifying, but it brings no intended reaction. It both scares him and pisses him off.
2B is forced on her knees, ass facing his direction and he can't help but pause briefly to marvel at it. A reminder of how he'd done it in the past, how he would catch glances while struggling to keep up from behind. 9S supposes he's always been attracted to her, but never had the courage to act upon it. Opportunities lost, but that doesn't matter anymore. Nothing does.
He roughly undoes the buttons of his shorts, breathing hot and heavy in anticipation for something he's apparently wanted this whole time. There's no time for words anymore, no chance of seeking validation and care in favor of drowning himself in the memory of 2B before vanquishing it forever.
9S loved her. Incredibly so. He loved her so much he wanted to simply surround himself in nothing but 2B. It didn't have to be exhausting missions that led nearly nowhere. So long as they were together.
In burying himself here. In killing the copy in such a ceremonious process, he somehow believes he'll achieve remaining with her forever.
He yanks his shorts down, crawling over 2B with ease and marveling over how much larger he feels. 9S curls his hand around her belly, scrapes nails down the plane of her front panel and arrive just above the curve of her mound. He hisses into her neck, realizing a painful need that's created itself between his legs. It obnoxiously prods at her ass, the underside rolling between its cheeks and bringing a delicious warmth he immediately clings to. 9S feels a sense of anticipation that makes him feel the most alive he's ever felt since he lost her. ]
I loved you. [ He finally says, speaking through a hoarse, cracking voice that deteriorates by each second. His fingers slip between her folds, greedily explore the surprisingly wet flesh and marveling at it. He releases a shaken exhale. ]
But you never loved me...
[ Another choked sob, tears flowing freely against 2B's shoulder. A hiss through gritted teeth before those fingers find her entrance and roughly push two digits inside. ]
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At his words, she takes a shuddering breath. 2B opens her mouth to respond, to argue, but his fingers press insistently against her entrance, prying her open and causing her to cry out. The sensation is harsh and abrupt, immediate in its burn and stretch though promising pleasure at the the same time. Her cunt is slick in spite of herself, and though his fingers are initially met with some resistance, her walls greedily grip and suckle upon them, eager for more.
When he weeps, 2B's expression crumbles again, a silent sob convulsing through her as she turns her head to face him. Her nose nudges against his as she shuts her eyes, knowing that such tenderness will likely be met with more force. More anger. ]
I loved you, I love you now-- [ She manages to choke, her hips jerking against his fingers in spite of themselves. In truth, 2B only has a rudimentary understanding of the love that he references, but even that seems enough for her to feel that the term fits the bill. All she ever wanted was for him to be happy, and if he can attain that through this, then... She intends to give it to him. 2B had been happy in death. In knowing that 9S was safe in A2's care.
This? This is more than she bargained for. Still. If tearing her apart is what he wants, then she feels she isn't in any position to deny him. ]