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There weren’t many things in this existence that V1 was interested in. Blood. Combat. Time. Weapons. Style. That’s all, the five things they’ll ever need in their lifetime. So seeking knowledge on other things was uncommon, not unheard though. One of those things was Gabriel, especially his choices: music, food, the time of day to be active, and when to sleep. Organic beings had a lot of choices and even more preferences, they spent much more time picking and choosing than the way V1 did things on a whim, by reflex. They liked Gabriel’s preferences, he was fastidious, watching him spend hours debating on what to wear and then how to wear such an outfit was amusing and eventually made them wonder what it would be like to wear such clothes.
That’s how they found themselves in the Lust ring.
V1 threw unimportant thing after unimportant thing over their shoulder with reckless abandon. The Lust ring had the most people and was the only place with proper abodes so there must be some clothes here. They rummaged through closets and wardrobes, flinging unsuitable clothing over their shoulders and on the ground until they found something that finally piqued their interest. They weren’t sure what made them like it instantly but it sure was something.
After searching through various records in its storage they found the correct ways to put the outfit on, looking at themselves in the mirror with a satisfied whirr before leaving the apartment they left in a much worse state than when they entered.
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Gabriel huffed as he walked down the hallway, looking for the one that summoned him to this place. He didn’t hate the Lust ring but he didn’t like it either. It was far too loud all the time, too bright even at night which it was every hour and there was always this haze in the air that was suffocating to inhale, a sickly sweet scent that stuck to the back of his mouth every time he breathed. How it was so busy even without its citizens alive he never bothered to find out but some part of him would eventually find it and crush it so there would finally be peace here. And yet it was V1’s favourite place to be, he suspected the reason to be that they could level an entire building without worry about their own safety and still be able to cause the most destruction. A mind-boggling urge for mayhem that Gabriel will never understand.
“V1!” He called out, annoyed that he hadn’t found them yet even though he was sure he was on the right floor.
A robotic arm stuck outside a doorframe down the hallway, waving frantically before going back inside. Gabriel sighed, catching up to where he saw it. A thought crossed his mind but left as soon as it came, he could’ve sworn he saw a sleeve on their arm. He rounded the corner and entered the room, about to chastise them for sending him on a long goose chase to find them when he stopped abruptly, his eyes opening wide.
There V1 stood as the pinkish-purple and blue lights outside decorated their frame and the spot where they stood, sparkling in the light like an enchanted and rare item. His breath caught in his throat as he stared, his heart fluttering when V1 turned around like a lover in a romance movie seeing their other half again after being told they were dead. Their yellow optic contrasted with their outfit and the background light but was captivating all the same.
V1 wore, and rather well mind you, what would be classified as a school uniform. A black blazer, a white button-down shirt, and a pleated, red and maroon striped tie and matching skirt that reached around mid-thigh. A simple outfit and yet it looked amazing on them. They clapped their hands when they saw him staring at their legs, the light in their lens crescent-shaped when he finally looked up. They made a series of clicks and beeps as they waved at him enthusiastically.
“What- Hello…V1…” Gabriel was at a loss for words, they could feel his eyes tracing each hem of their clothing and each curve accentuated by the fabric. It was a simple uniform, and yet why did it make his heart flutter so much?
“Is this what you wanted to show me?” V1 nodded as he stepped closer.
V1 seemed pleased with themselves as Gabriel watched them intently, twirling around, the skirt flared up and out, exposing more of their legs to him. Gabriel could feel something, something primal, stir in his gut. V1 looked great, they looked divine even, but…what was this feeling? He liked– loved how the clothes fit V1, it suited them perfectly, hugging their frame in just the right way and the skirt made their legs look–
They called for his attention again, not realising he was staring again. They were much closer than he realised, staring at him with a dimmer optic light for his sake. They didn’t want to blind him, that’s what the clothes were for. They tilted their head, their finger tapping the gold trim lining his jaw only to pull back a long string of clear liquid. Gabriel jolted, wiping his face on his sleeve.
Was he…drooling?
“Apologies, I didn’t realised I was doing that.” V1 didn’t seem bothered though, in fact, they were reveling over the fact they made him drool over just their appearance, they must look much nicer than they thought.
Too caught up in their thoughts they didn’t see the hungry look in Gabriel’s eyes nor that his breathing had gotten shallower. The warmth in his gut was spreading and the more he watched that skirt dance and bob the more he wanted to tear it off– tear it off? What barbarism is that? What purpose was there to tear their clothes? To strip them bare in front of him with only the scraps hanging off their body? To see them scantily clad and shivering under him from the cold or from some unknown reason? To slide his hands up that skirt and–
Gabriel was startled from his thoughts once again. He was face to face with V1, both their frames bent slightly, a small panic in their optic as the light twitched frantically as they gazed at him. His eyes trailed downward, the shirt dipping down just enough that he caught sight of their cleavage– chassis. Down and down until he saw the problem.
His hand was halfway up V1's leg, under the skirt, and they had grabbed his wrist.
They both stared at each other for a beat before they both backed away, awkwardly facing away from each other.
“I’m sorry, I-I don’t know what came over me.” Shame and embarrassment painted his face pink as he looked away.
How could he be so deluded by fantasies that he didn’t realise what his body was doing? And at the detriment of V1 no less after they tried so hard to show their efforts to him. The guilt would’ve forced him to continue to apologise if not for the image in front of him. V1, who he was sure would be mad at him for trying to cop a feel without permission, was instead…blushing? Well, their own form of blushing. They were by the table at the window with their back turned as they fanned themselves with the Whiplash and Knuckleblaster as their blue arms tried to straighten out their clothes, exaggerated and frantic as always. A good sign that they weren’t truly angry. However, their wings told their emotions much more plainly than they’d like to admit. They didn’t change color like how his wings and armor would if he was furious, instead they fluttered when they felt intense emotions, usually happiness. Now they were twitching with a soft whine and there was a noticeable whirr in their internal fans.
Oh. Oh.
V1 turned after finally calming down and was suddenly picked up by the waist and placed on the table with a sudden shriek. Gabriel stood in between their legs and pinned their hands to the table, they stared at each other for a moment before he spoke.
“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” He said lowly, his breathing getting heavier.
V1 squirmed under him, a futile effort quickly ended as soon as they started when they accidentally ground against his hips, which made Gabriel groan.
“So you are doing this on purpose.”
V1 slapped Knuckleblaster over their mouth, if they had one, and looked away. Gabriel held their head and forced them to look at him.
“Don’t look away from me,” he growled, his voice was nothing but hungry, “You did this for me, yes?”
His hand trailed down their neck, lightly grazing over cables and sensitive paneling. They shivered at his touch that trailed to the shirt collar, tracing the top button and ghosting over their plating. V1 nodded eventually, the tone in Gabriel’s voice made them shiver more.
“Why don’t you let me enjoy you then?”
Gabriel could feel his self-control slipping as he slowly unbuttoned the shirt, more and more metal and silicone being exposed. He’s seen their bare metal before, V1 never wears clothes after all, so why does he feel so hot under the collar over…this?
Fuck.
His hand trailed lower, ghosting over their chest, belly, and waist. He could feel them purring under his touch, or maybe they were shaking, who really knew? All that mattered was that V1 did not show an inch of discomfort, even clutching the wall and the table with their extra arms while their fans kicked to life.
His mouth clicked open, baring his sharp teeth and curving into a smile, “I apologise for not saying this before, and you usually are, but today you look absolutely beautiful.”
And he was right, but they also looked utterly delicious too.
Legs splayed on either side of his waist, skirt hiked up over their thighs, twisted slightly to the side, facing him but optic not even looking at him, one hand pinned under his, another holding his arm, and the other two grabbing onto the wall and table edge. Blushing like a maiden yet looking so seductive. He didn’t know if to tease them or ravage them.
They made a low groaning noise as they fanned the thought away, feigning disbelief but immediately caught in their lie by the growing hum of their internal fans. Beeping out a curse.
“What, don’t believe me?” He smirked, leaning down, pressing himself against their body more and more intentionally on their crotch which not only earned him another whining groan but also a warm squishy noise.
“Fuck, that feels good. Seems like someone likes that I find them so beautiful.”
V1 gulped. They watched his hand slide up their thigh and dip under their skirt, chuckling to himself.
“Is this how you feel when you slide up my skirt?” He wasn’t expecting an answer but the whine he received when he slid further was good enough.
He paused surprised for just a moment before smiling wide again, licking those pearly golds in a sickening, taunting grin.
“Well, I wasn’t expecting this.” He cooed.
Gabriel hiked their skirt up more, ruffling it against their hips. The intense warmth he felt kept growing at the sight before him. He didn’t know where they got it or how they even found one that fit but V1, the downright insane machine that they were, wore a pair of teal, lace panties, the same color as Gabriel’s wings, ones with a growing dark spot forming at the bottom. If there was a god out there he would thank them profusely for gifting him the chance to see them like this.
“You’re the gift that keeps on giving, aren’t you?”
Gabriel could see the lubricant seeping into the fabric and practically soaking it, enough to start causing a dark spot on his own skirt. His heart started to pound. He rubbed his thumb over the spot, earning a whine and a slight back arch from his partner, not to mention a warm, wet stain on his gloves. He didn’t even press it firmly and yet when he pulled away there was a long string of lubricant between both fabrics. He licked his thumb with a shiver.
“I’m not sure how long I can restrain myself, V1…” he nudged his hips forward, letting them feel just how hard they’ve made him in that short amount of time. If he had more mental clarity he would show how wet they’ve made him too but that would be for another time. The sight before him only made him want to be inside them and fuck them until they cried, the only time he wished they had tear ducts. The nudging turned to grinding very quickly, Gabriel sighed and grunted against the soiled fabric and V1 chirped every time he rubbed against the seams of their panel, becoming more and more desperate.
“Please, V1, can I…?” His voice was filled with want and desire– no, need and lust. It felt like his dick was about to explode. Usually, Gabriel didn’t fall to such depths, maybe the Lust Haze was getting to him, but he couldn’t stop the words that fell out of his mouth like honey.
“Please, let me fuck you. Can I not enjoy my surprise to the fullest?” He whispered against V1's neck, dragging a long, slimy tongue along their neck cabling and gaining a long whirr in response, “I want to feel you, and fuck you out of these clothes.”
V1 felt themselves shiver, in anticipation? In fear? They didn’t know but the way Gabriel was moving against them and how his voice seemed to stir the blood reserves in their belly from the vibrations alone made their already minuscule amount of self-control break.
They nodded, they wanted– needed him to fuck them now.
They were roughly flipped over, squeaking softly in surprise. Gabriel pressed himself against their ass, his hips still but the firm contact was enough to make V1 whine. They looked over their shoulder, watching the Angel quickly and unceremoniously strip himself of his armor, letting the pieces drop to the floor in his hurry. Each time each piece fell against the floor V1 could feel a pulse of slick gush out from behind their paneling, twitching and squirming against him to get any kind of stimulation. He was taking too long.
Gabriel growled, pulled on his chest plate so hard the straps snapped, and threw it behind him, the resounding thud shook the ground and their legs. Next was the belt, unfastening it and pulling it off swiftly. The skirt fell to the floor with a soft thud, pooling around his feet. He shoved his leggings down, pulling himself out and letting his cock rest against V1’s ass, just this brief contact alone made him sigh in relief. He looked down at V1 who seemed to leak more just looking at him, the needy look in their lens said all he needed to know.
“God, I wish you could speak,” Gabriel pulled the skirt up over their ass, even from behind the panties looked perfect on them. He wanted to tear it off so badly but keeping them on excited him more, “otherwise I’d make you beg for me.”
V1 flinched when he pulled the panties to the side and rubbed the tip of his cock against the slick paneling, beeping and whining at the contact.
“Open,” He said lowly, seeing the panel immediately open with a wet shhk, “Good machine.”
His mouth went dry watching a long tear of lubricant pool from V1’s entrance down their shaft and slowly to the floor, he whimpered as it was lost to the concrete, wanting to savor its taste but he had a job to do and by god, nothing was going to stop him from completing it. He reached down and rubbed their slit, about to press inside when his hand was nudged away. V1, oh the look in their lens was absolutely sinful, shook their head and brought their hips closer to him, teasing against his cock.
Gabriel got the jist pretty quickly, “Insatiable,” he chuckled.
He leaned over them, hands on the table on either side of them, as he let them guide his cock to their pussy, groaning at their beeping laughter at their teasing misses before finally being where he wanted to be. The tip easily slipped in, the warm heat of their cunt made him grunt and hiss, his sanity and resolve slipping with each second used to press into them. V1 let out a long whine in pleasure feeling their walls stretch painfully yet so deliciously, their Knuckleblaster and Whiplash clawing and scratching at the wall and table. A breathy curse slipped from his lips as he buried himself deeper inside, his tongue lolling out as his breaths got shallower, content at the firm squeezes from their walls, begging to keep him inside him. He didn’t spend too much time buried to the hilt as he was already pulling out with a whine from V1 only to choke a stuttered click and beep from them, snapping his hips forward at a brutal pace.
The table creaked with every thrust, bumping against the wall in time with Gabriel’s hips. V1 held on tightly as they were pounded into, pleasure quickly boiling in their core. If they had lungs each breath would be punched out of their chest from how wild Gabriel was being, much more frantic than usual, like he needed to get something out of them, or rather something in them.
“Fuck, you feel so good, V.” He hummed against their shoulder, tongue lapping at wiring and pistons that helped them move their neck.
He grabbed their hips with one hand, angling their lower half to hit that spot inside just the way they liked, earning a garbled whine. His face dipped lower in their neck, nibbling and licking them as the hand around their wrist slid up to hold the back of their hand. V1 wished they could speak, sometimes they wondered what their voice would sound like if they did have one, to hear how they’d sound as Gabriel fucked into them and rendered it useless. To have a voice only for it to be distorted from the intense amounts of pleasure. A machine can dream. For now, beeps and interrupted, mechanical whines would do.
“You feel so much wetter than usual,” Gabriel muttered, knocking into V1’s sweet spot over and over again, “Did the thought of me ravaging you in these garments excite you that much?”
Their legs quivered at the thought. It didn’t cross their mind, just hoping it would suit his preferences, but having him like it this much? It made their systems go haywire. Gabriel could feel them squeeze around him, pushing more of that sweet, warm, slick around his length, pulsing impatiently.
“Going to overload, V1?” He teased, pulling the blazer and shirt down their back to lick at their rubber and softer plating, “Give it to me, V1. C’mon, please. Cum for me.”
It didn’t take long after that for V1 to cum, a few more strokes and pounds into their sweet spot and they were over the edge. They let out a loud whine as their orgasm shuddered through their body, clawing holes in the table and wall as Gabriel slowly fucked them through their orgasm. They relaxed against the table for a moment before they suddenly stiffened up. Gabriel started moving again, V1 could feel their fans kicking into overdrive. They started whimpering, the mechanical whine sounding so close to sobbing, a sound just barely louder than their fans. Gabriel slid his hand up their hips, up their back, and to their neck, pulling their head back as he pounded into them with more force, enough to bruise and chip the paint on their hips and waist.
“Just a bit more, V1. Be patient, I’ll fill you soon.”
Gabriel slammed his hips into V1’s ass, choking and squeezing more robotic sobs from them, growling praises into their audials with each thrust.
“You’re so good for me, my precious little machine.”
“I love the way you tighten around me, begging me to fuck you harder.”
“Even your cries are so fucking sexy when you’re like this, you know that? It’s almost like you don’t want me to stop.”
V1’s second orgasm approached quickly, clenching tight around that dangerous thing that forced another overload out of them, fisting holes in the wall and table as they crumbled under their strength. Gabriel muttered hushed curses and more praises through clenched teeth as he bit their shoulder, rutting into them like a feral animal as he pumped his spend deep inside them, growling and shuddering their name over and over again.
Eventually, both their bodies calmed down. Gabriel lifted himself off of V1 but not out of them, looking down at their state made his half-hard cock twitch.
The clothes V1 had meticulously prepared for him were disheveled and torn. The blazer and shirt tattered and ripped from his hands, just barely hanging onto their shoulders. Their skirt soiled and crumpled, panties still stuck to the side and wet with their slick and his cum. Figure trembling in ecstasy. Where he bit left shallow teeth marks in the rubber and metal adorning their shoulder and neck. Their fans now emitting low drone but still desperately trying to cool their internal systems. His cum seeped between their connection and dripped down their soft cock.
Fuck, they look so good right now.
Gabriel licked the bite marks, intertwining his fingers with theirs and purring softly when he felt them weakly squeeze back.
“Mmm, are you okay?” V1 clicked in response, hissing when he felt Gabriel finally pull out, pussy fluttering around nothing and dripping onto the floor.
“You did so well for me,” he kissed their head and shoulder, nuzzling them gently, “thank you for the surprise, though I’m sorry for ruining your clothes.”
V1 waved their hand in a so-so manner, they served their purpose. Gabriel leaned back to find something to clean them up with but was grabbed by their Whiplash.
“Is something wrong? Are you in pain?”
They shook their head and with a sharp hiss turned over, the way they looked at him made his throat dry. Leaning back, they hiked their heels up onto the table, spreading their legs wide. He watched as their pussy fluttered and pooled his cum onto the table. Offering their body to him once more. And the clothes made them look downright vile, but fuck was it the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.
“You still want more?” V1 nodded eagerly and clicked excitedly. Gabriel was already drooling over them, pushing them further up on the table while he pushed their legs to their chest.
“I guess I should reward you for being so good to me,” he purred, dragging his tongue along the length of their cunt up to the tip of their dick, purring at the combined taste of his cum and their slick. V1 shuddered and held onto his wrists, still over-sensitive yet still wanting more.
“I’ll have you seeing stars by the time I’m done with you.”