Erotica

Lumine sat down, back straight and legs pressed together, hands in his lap, and brought a simple word processor into his mind. ...Why had he accepted Zero's challenge again? Must have been a heat-of-the-moment thing... He sighed and braced himself mentally for an awkward writing exercise.

Where to even begin...?

"Don't try to talk," whispered X, his lips next to Zero's earcone. "No one will hear you anyway." They were miles away from any interference, for one. Secondly, a lock of Zero's hair had been twisted and drawn taut over and into his mouth, stilling his tongue, and then knotted back around his hair clasp.

Zero was, in fact, completely bound. Ensnared by chains and his own hair, brought down into a submissive, kneeling position, armor plucked off his powerful but deceptively lean form. Chainlinks clinked against eachother lightly as he tried to shift his bound ankles, then Zero threw X a pleading look.

Half-lidded, clear blue eyes met bright, round green ones, and the stern expression on X's face softened toward something a hint more mischevious. One of X's hands drifted down the mass of silky synthetic fibers, and he allowed his fingers to ghost over a shoulder's conduit. The faintest promise of more, of drawing futile attempt to beg for more from Zero's gagged mouth trickled from X's soft fingertips toward Zero's head, carried through the conduit like energy.

This was familiar foreplay for them, luring them both into a comforting silence even as X rose to his feet and Zero strained in his bonds, body aching for X's closeness even as he pulled his own head back by the hair. X's hands slid like silk from Zero's muscled shoulders, brushing over the sides of his neck as they left the skin in their wake tingling with a phantom touch. Long strands of hair slid loosely over his face as X pulled the knot undone. Finally Zero felt the smooth, warm hands cup the sides of his face, thumbs on his cheekbones and little fingers resting over his jaw.

"Open your mouth," X ordered, voice calm and steely, as he pulled Zero's face closer to the large, obvious line that crossed over his pelvis and between his legs. Zero's lips parted, pink muscle flicking over them in anticipatory delight. He closed his eyes slowly as he began sliding his wet tongue over the major conduit, feeling its heat and slick-smooth texture as he breathed in X's arousing scent of ozone and electricity.

X's cheeks darkened as coolant-blood rose toward the surface, the tips of his fingers shivering as Zero began pleasuring him, tirelessly. Slowly but gradually, the glow of his sensory web darkened, spreading out from the point his focus was centered on. At last, gasping in pleasure and letting his head hang forward, his conduits reached a vibrant scarlet, heralding his inevitable release.

He looked down at Zero, through pleasure-wetted eyes, and met his seductive gaze through Zero's lowered lashes. Zero's tongue dragged hard over the line, and pleasure coiled through X's body, pure white light racing out from under Zero's tongue and following X's conduits. It curled around his hips, rose up his torso, washed down his arms and crawled through his legs toward his curling toes, and X's eyes closed, lips parting. He sent out a signal, twining and spinning his and Zero's systems so well and close that they became one for that instant, and shared their love and care equally.

Through a flurry of white noise and image artifacts, his perception of the world shattering into a million pieces with hot-white pleasure, his hands remained soft and tender on Zero's face as he shouted the name of his lover to the heavens. The warmth of his afterglow enshrouded X like a heavy cloak, and he lightly lowered himself back down to his knees, bringing his lips to Zero's mouth for a grateful kiss.

[I love you.], X declared over radio, voice clouded with static and satiation.

Lumine looked over the piece, squirming antsily on his spot. This was simple writing. Why was he affected by it? ...The last thing he needed was being in a state of arousal! He had to present the challenge's results to Zero, first and foremost. Then he could start spinning wild fantasy scenarios in his head. ...Or see if rolling about in snow and other "cold shower" myths applied to Reploids.