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Sun lounged heavily behind the Daycare desk, taking large swigs of his alcohol. The buzz became a much more prominent feeling a few hours ago, but that didn’t stop him. He bought a 12 pack and planned to finish it.
Moon probably wouldn’t be happy, but that’s okay since the Daycare’s closed tomorrow, and it was way past midnight. His brother wouldn’t know, and he was most likely asleep or busy hanging out with Monty or Solar to bother noticing his missing half.
Another drink.
He reclined in the shitty chair FazBear tossed in, surely no more than $10. It wasn’t great on his back but he took it over sitting on the floor.
He was so tired. Tired of the Creator's bullshit, tired of constantly feeling stressed. Worried that behemoth of an animatronic- Goliath or something- would come bursting through those doors any moment, ready to drag him away and… well, he didn’t want to think about it.
That stunt the Creator pulled with his mindscape- or dream- or whatever it was, didn’t go without consequences. Sun was constantly walking on eggshells, clocking anything in his systems that felt out of the ordinary. Afraid that thing his father planted in his mind would take over, forcing him to relive memories of the past. Horrible memories. Afraid it might break past the firewall and do more than take over his mind. What if it took over his body, too? What if he didn’t didn’t just have to rewatch the memories of July 16th, but literally experience it again?
He chugged the rest of his drink. No. He didn’t want to think about it.
He looked at the ceiling, admiring the many glowing stars that lit up the dim area. A rare thing this place did right. He set an empty bottle next to the other three he finished, lining them up neatly. It wasn’t healthy to drink so much at once, but he was an animatronic. No liver to damage, plus his tolerance was naturally high.
Blindly groping for another bottle, he looked over with a frown to find the pack missing. The frown shifted to a scowl when he found the cause. Eclipse was standing over him, observing the case with interest.
“Expensive taste. These all for you?”
“Fuck off.”
The red and black animatronic met his glowering gaze slowly, body language changing from shock to an amusement that immediately got under Sun’s bolts.
“Someone’s pissy. What happened? Kid shit themself and you had to clean it up? Figured you’d be used to that by now.”
“Eclipse. I’m not in the mood,“ the yellow animatronic glared, “so piss off before I make you.”
“Oo, I’m so scared. And just how are you going do that, Sun? Gonna blast me with Star Power again? Maybe boot up that dysfunctional computer to shoot me with? Go on. Give me your best shot.”
Sun stared at him, clenching his fist hard before slumping over with a grumble. It wasn’t worth it.
“Just leave me alone. That’s all I want. I just want to be Left. Alone.”
The snarky response he expected didn’t come right away. He glanced over, meeting Eclipse’s intense gaze. The charcoal animatronic seemed to visibly hesitate, before settling in a seat next to him, placing the alcohol on the desk between them.
“Me too,” he grunts.
Sun groans in response, too buzzed to try and tell him off again. “Then why are you here?” He pulls out a fifth bottle.
Eclipse follows suit, grabbing one and popping off the lid with his thumb, a smirk evident in his voice. “I’m bothering you?”
“You don’t have to try to bother me.”
“Good. And I felt like stopping by. Check on how the circus act was going. Seems about the same.”
Sun tilted back his drink, stopping when the bottle’s at half. Instantly the interaction became more tolerable as the pleasant buzz increased. “Yep.”
Eclipse kept staring in his peripheral, and Sun turned in annoyance.
“What?!”
The reflection watched him, before taking a swig of his own booze. “Nothin’.”
Sun resisted the urge to slap it out of his hand. “Are you gonna leave then? This might come as a surprise, but I don’t enjoy your company.”
Eclipse chuckles, a deep, jaded sound. “The feeling’s mutual.”
Sun threw his hands up, ignoring the alcohol accidentally spilt.
The dick would leave eventually, he concluded, probably staying to irk the Sun-themed robot. He finished another bottle, feeling thoroughly out of sorts and less tense the longer Eclipse decided to sit around. Said robot decided to open his mouth again.
“I’m staying in a new dimension, y’know.” Ignoring the fact he was ignored, he continues. “There’s this Sun there. Reminds me of everything I hate about you. Loud, annoying, fucking stupid. Everytime I see him I wish I could just-,” he makes a choking motion, “-strangle him.”
Sun’s speechless, unsure whether he should slap or spill his drink on him. Eclipse plows on, taking his silence as some kind of unspoken que.
“Hilarious, isn’t it? I wanted so badly to leave this place. Get away from you, from Moon, from all of it. And here I am. Right back at the fucking beginning.” He laughs sardonically and takes another drink.
Sun shakes his head. “I don’t care.”
Eclipse laughs at that, a much more genuine sound. “I know, trust me. Makes it that much easier to bother you.”
Sun’s drunk mind did somersaults. Trying to process anything the other was saying gave him a headache. He finished his drink, hoping Eclipse was done so he’d leave. “That doesn’t make any sense.”
The darker animatronic stares ahead. “I know.”
They sit in mutual silence, awkwardly observing plastic stars. Sun was grateful for the intermission, now counting down the seconds until Eclipse hopefully decides to leave. He wanted to chug the rest of his case and enjoy his isolation.
Sun lined another empty bottle beside the rest and squawked when Eclipse leaned over to do the same, shamelessly snatching another one on his way back.
“Stop drinking my stuff!” He shouts, reaching over to steal back his alcohol. Eclipse easily halts his motions with a single palm slapping into his face, holding him at an arm's length. He then proceeds to crack open the bottle and chug the entire thing in front of Sun.
His wires boil, and he shoves himself away, seizing the rest of the pack as Eclipse makes a move for more. The charcoal android reaches over him for it, getting out of his seat on wobbly legs. He loses balance and topples over, crushing them both hard to the ground.
Sun sputters, head spinning as the urge to vomit despite lacking a gag reflex shoots into his throat. He does gag, and harshly shoves at the figure above him.
Eclipse doesn’t budge, just staying laid across Sun. Sun pushes harder. “Get off! You’re —heavy!” He feels the other start vibrating, and punches his back when he realizes the asshole’s laughing.
The wheezing animatronic shifts so he’s perched entirely on top of Sun, faces mere inches apart. Eclipse reaches behind Sun’s head, scooting just a bit closer until he retrieves whatever was wanted. Right next to Sun’s ‘ear’ is a pop, and he scowls when Eclipse lounges on him and drinks more of his alcohol.
“I hate you,” Sun hisses.
Eclipse drops the bottle, letting it pour out beside them. He sways a little, telling Sun he’s pretty buzzed and has shitty tolerance. A sharp finger’s jabbed into his forehead.
“I hate you too, Sunny. Since the moment my code evolved into fucking sentience.”
Sun tries to roll him off, and Eclipse flops over with a groan.
“Fuck you,” he spits before opening a portal to the house. He grabs the rest of the pack, planning to down it in his room, and stumbles through.
He steps onto a concrete path, wobbling in place. This isn’t…
Oh. He teleported to the old house. The one he and Nexus lived in. Sun stares at the building in an uncomfortable haze, distantly wondering if the door was unlocked.
“Wrong house idiot.” Eclipse trips through the still open portal behind them, clutching his spilled alcohol to his chest. Sun curses.
“Why’re you following me?!”
“M’ not.”
“You are!”
“You left the portal open.”
“W- wh- and that was an invitation to you?!”
Eclipse sighs wearily, like the weight of the world leant on his back, before sucking down more of his bottle. “Ever get tired of squealing so damn much?”
“Leave me alone.”
“I am.”
“No you’re not! Didn’t you say you want to be left alone?!”
“I do!”
“Then why are you following me!”
“I don’t know!”
They stare at each other, drawing in purposeless air.
“I don’t know. I jus- fuck.” He plops down, holding his head. “Just stop yelling. My head’s throbbing.”
Sun stares tensely. His ex-enemy seems so… pathetic. Sad. Nothing like the Eclipse that tormented him years ago. He debated leaving, but the environment they created, the mutual hatred settled into something tolerable. Something that felt familiar. He glances at his pack, then back to Eclipse. Fuck it
Sun walks over and drops the case, then follows suit, falling to the ground like a sack of potatoes with a grunt of impact.
“Dumbass.” Eclipse scoffs.
Sun snarks back and pulls out more beer. There’s only 2 left. They sip on their respective drinks, staring at the real stars for who knows how long. Sun’s brain feels sluggish and uncomprehending.
Why’s Eclipse still here? And why the hell was he beside him, sharing his alcohol. He fought hard between swinging at the guy or continuing this little treaty- peace between two individuals that hate each other more than anything. Only a little less lonely than it was in the Daycare.
Eclipse finishes his third quickly. Reaching for the second to last bottle. Sun let’s him, and shakes his head when the taller android just stares at it.
“You’re so sad,” he slurs, waving his own drink about.
“Speak for yourself. I’m not the one downing booze in a Daycare.”
“Whatever.” Sun tries to argue but can’t find any valid points, so instead he spitballs. “You gotta like- get a girlfriend or somethin’. Boyfriend maybe.”
Eclipse turns to him slowly, almost comically. “What.”
“I said you gotta find someone to date. As hard as it is to believe, I mean super hard, there’s maybe someone out there who’ll- I dunno, tolerate you the way y’are. Then you can fuck off and stop being so damn sad.”
“I’m not sad.”
“Yes you’are.”
“I’m not. And that’s-,” he waves an arm out, “that’s- no. I’m not dating anyone.”
“Oh I see.” Sun points his drink at him, and Eclipse leans back like he’s offended. “Ur scared aren’t you? The high and mighty Eclipse- too pussy to put himself out there.”
Eclipse pushes his drink away. “There’re millions who’d kill to have a chance with me. I don’t have time for soft shit like that.” He leans back, looking over his fingers like he has nails to admire.
Sun rolls his eyes. “Bullshit. I’d rather kill myself than ever consider being- ugh, not even a friend. Acquaintance even. Hell no. Nobody would want you.”
Eclipse cringes. “Fuck you. I bet my bolts you’ve never even dated... How’s Roxanne by the way?”
He gives the finger. “Sorry. Too busy trying not to die every damn second of every day. I’ve been asked out, believe it or not. A cult was made for me.”
Eclipse scoffs. “I don’t believe it.”
Sun shrugs and swigs his beer. “Don’ care.”
“Ever been kissed?”
“Have you?”
“No. By choice.”
“Aha. Choice. Sure.”
Eclipse leans closer, jabbing an uncoordinated finger into Sun’s chest. “Shut up. You probably don’t even know shit about kissing- or dating as a whole. You’re bound to fuck it up before it even starts like you always do.”
Sun squares his shoulders. “And what about you? What have you learned on your own without stealing from someone else? I’d love to see you try an’ kiss someone- or try to be nice. It’s always about you, Eclipse. You have to be in control of everything. The only one who’d enjoy it is you.”
“Is that what you think?” Eclipse gets in his face, eyes narrowed. “And it doesn’t matter if it sucks cause it’d be better than yours.”
“No it-”
“Show me then. Show me just how much better the sweet and caring Sunny is at showing affection. Because from what I’ve seen all you do is chase your loved ones away. Or- even better, they all end up dead. So who’s the shitty one, Sun? Oh, whose house are we in front of? Cause I-”
Sun seizes his neck ruffles and slams their lips together, pissed beyond all measure and far past thinking straight. Just shut up.
Eclipse makes a comical sound of surprise before grunting into the kiss, placing both hands on either side of the smaller animatronic. He tilts his head, growling when Sun doesn’t follow.
He grabs the sunny-robot's chin and forces his face to the side, effectively deepening it. Sun groans in response, irritated but busy trying to outdo the asshole to reprimand him. Sun’s other hand comes up to cup one Eclipse’s cheeks, feeling like it’s the right thing to do, and the dark animatronic digs a clawed hand into his hip. The smaller squeaks, and Eclipse laughs mockingly before snaking his tongue into the other’s mouth.
Sun moans quietly, causing the larger to squeeze him. He allows Eclipse to dominate his mouth, twining their tongues however the latter sees fit. They continue for a while, and Sun eventually loses track of purpose, letting the hand bunched into Eclipse’s neck ruffles slide over the opposing’s shoulder. Eclipse’s alcohol muddled brain seems to follow suit, positioning above Sun and guiding a hand to the back of his head. Neither pull back for minutes.
Eclipse takes control, holding Sun where he wants and directing the kiss. Sun holds onto him, naturally following the motions. The darker climbs on him, pressing a leg between red-and-yellow striped pantaloons, resulting in a squeak. Sun pulls away as a jolt zings up his thighs.
“Fuck…” he sighs, letting Eclipse chase his lips.
The latter smirks, all smug and punchable. “Still think I’m the “only one” enjoying this?”
Sun huffs before he’s pulled back into it and gets lost in the sensations once more. Eclipse leans back, and Sun finds that both his arms were wrapped around the other's neck.
Claws tap against his waist, and Eclipse stares at him before humming.
“Lay back.” He doesn’t have any time to respond before his shoulder’s being pushed harshly.
“Stop,” he whines, feeling dizzy, “What happened to being considerate and nice? You can ask nicely!”
His adversary rolls his eyes. “Waste of time, don’t need to when we both clearly like it.”
“That’s not-”
He’s shoved backwards, and Eclipse is on him again before he can react. The latter presses between his thighs once more, stealing his lips, and Sun forgos the ache in his backside from being pushed. He eventually pulls away after getting his fill.
“Nn- You’re too rough. This is exactly what I was talking about.”
“Sure I was being ‘too rough’? Because you seem to be enjoying yourself just fine. Humping my leg like a bitch in heat.”
Sun frowns before pushing at the other's chest in annoyance, realizing his hips had been moving. Eclipse pushes back.
“You know why I ‘take control’ so much, Sun? Cause you don’t do shit. You just lay there and take what I give you, like you always have. Who do you think’s gonna enjoy that? At least I fucking contribute.”
“Fuck you. Maybe I don’t have any leeway. Ever think of that?”
“Leeway? By all means take the lead. See how much less enjoyable it becomes for both of us.”
“Switch me sides,” he huffs.
They flip over, Sun straddling Eclipse. The latter reclines comfortably on the rocks, laying on his arms with a faux yawn as if he was bored. Sun hates how his previous confidence immediately dissipates upon settling into the position. He felt so self-conscious sitting on top of Eclipse like this. Wasn’t he heavy? And he couldn’t stand being so close to his enemy, even after everything they’ve done thus far
“I’m waiting.”
“Shut up.” He leans down, aiming for a kiss but missing his mark. He resettles with a huff and tries again, pressing awkward kisses to the larger’s lips. He deepens them, grunting in exasperation when Eclipse doesn’t contribute. His frustration quickly mounts, and he messily grinds down.
They both gasp, and Eclipse’s claws fly to Sun’s waist, anchoring him.
Sun laughs breathlessly, “Too much for you?”
He’s given a lethal grin in return. “Sure we’re drunk enough for this?”
“Still scared-”
He’s weightless for a moment as Eclipse flips them over, slamming onto the concrete. The sharp animatronic kneels above him, eyes and teeth blazing with a dangerous glint. Holding up his legs and pressing right against-
Click!
… …Silence. Baffled expressions sync up. The darker tilts his head.
“Was tha-…?”
Sun buries his face in his hands, and Eclipse starts laughing uproariously, a whistle accompanying the raspy, wheezing sound.
“Didn’t know innocent little Sunny had it in him. Did you like that?”
“Shut up.”
“Yeah?”
Sun squeaks when Eclipse grinds into him hard. The latter snarls when yellow hands fly from his face with an aborted gasp, the direct contact too overwhelming. His arms propel out to latch onto the other’s wrists, which were planted on the ground above his head. “Oh, you like when I lead, don’t you? Like being submissive?” Another harsh rub. Sun claws at red and black arms, choking on pitched words. “That’s what I hate about you.”
Their bodies rock together, Sun mewling whilst holding fast to the figure above him.
“Selfish—coward.” He spits, grunting as Sun’s volume increases. “Jus- hf- just waiting for someone to tell you what to do.”
Their fans blast scorching heat into the cool night air, mechanisms whirring loudly under breathless huffs and whines. The smaller pays no heed to the sound levels they produce, dead-focused on his newly exposed attachment and how ethereal it feels to be touched bare, no longer shunned behind a dull modesty plate.
“Know what ha—happens when you take control? Fuck. Things go to shit.”
Sun holds on for dear life. The noises he lets out are unrestrained, ripped raw out of his chassis. He tried to spit out a response, something along the lines of ‘screw you’, but it came out weak. He gave up attempted speech after that, seeing as how it didn’t deter either bot from their frantic pace. With every pass his frame grew tighter, and his legs eventually closed around the figure above.
His mind swirled with a mix of emotions that were mainly directed by one thought. Good. Feels good. His servos pulsed with electricity, churning his gut in a way that felt frenzied. It continued to grow, and he struggled to keep up, completely soaked through the front of his pants. It was so good, especially when the angle hit right and the dampness eased the slide. Especially when the other’s pelvis grounded into his clit. Oh. He wasn’t even sure if Eclipse stopped talking, too focused on getting what he needed.
When the red-and-black bastard suddenly stopped he wanted to shriek. A whine fell pathetically from his lips. Eclipse stared to the side above him, holding their hips flush in a tight grip. Sun wasn’t worried about the pain or discomfort of the grasp, he and his weeping core just needed more movement.
“J-just a little- more-,” he whimpers, unable to move, and damn-near on the precipice of begging.
“Enjoying the show Asshole!? Why not take a video while you’re at it!”
Sun snapped towards where Eclipse presaged. There, in the window of his old house- that noticeably had the lights on- was a Peeping Tom, ducking out of view as soon as Sun made eye-contact.
He swore to himself, and Eclipse heaved off, seething.
“Fucking creep. Should break the door down and-”
“Wait wait!” He exclaims, snagging Eclipse by the pant leg. He tried to stand but failed miserably on willowy legs. “They might recognize me!”
The shadow scoffs. “They won’t if they’re dead.”
“We aren’t killing anybody you psychopath! C’mon!” He somehow manages to open another portal and drags himself, as well as a reluctant Eclipse, through it- not before snagging the rest of the alcohol of course. He thought he heard the other grumble something about returning but opted to ignore it.
They pulled themselves through and immediately collapse, groaning loudly. Sun felt his energy deplete swiftly, having been edged- along with being drunk off his ass. He was nearly on the verge of a black-out when Eclipse sat up and nudged him.
“We sleeping outside or you gonna open the damn door?”
Sun checked the time. 3:08 AM. He pushes himself up “Shh! Everyone’s sleeping! If someone sees you all hell’s gonna break loose, so be quiet!”
The taller slumps on him with a grunt and nods. “Yeah yeah, I won’t wake up your precious little family.”
Sun waits a moment longer before climbing the door, unlocking it, and walking through with clumsy steps. He keeps a hand on the wall for support, almost tripping several times.
Eclipse is no better, fumbling the case and leaning against Sun, who hisses in annoyance. They somehow manage to climb the stairs- multiple shushes and insults later- and make it to the large bedroom.
Eclipse steps in and whistles as he sweeps the area. “Nice upgrade.”
Sun hums, suddenly feeling awkward and very unsure of what to do. He didn’t think before letting Eclipse inside.
His cats peek out from the connected room, hopping off the large couch. They pause their approach when they realize the other person. Eclipse acknowledges them, and they growl in warning before darting off.
“Like owner, like pet,” he scoffs.
Sun rolls his eyes, fumbling towards his bed. He face-plants, debating whether he should pass out or continue where they left off. His crotch was still wet and his modesty panel was still very much achingly open, so it was a tough decision.
The mattress dips beside him, and he gets a view of Eclipse handing him the last bottle. “Here.”
Sun snatches it, glancing between them before popping it open. He takes a long swig, immediately feeling sated. Eclipse doesn’t seem to be leaving anytime soon, so he tilts his head. “We’re just go-nna continue?”
The darker smirks, stealing it and finishing it off before Sun could protest. “Didn’t want you to think I couldn’t finish what I start.”
“And how’re we gonna finish anything without waking up the house?”
“Being quiet. Impossible for you, I know.”
“Okay, I’m not the only noisy one.”
Eclipse leans forward, a heated grin on his faceplate. “Sure about that?”
Sun places a hand on the other’s chest. “I seriously don’t want to wake them up.”
Dark eyes roll in response. “Relax. I’ll make it so they can’t hear us with magic.”
“Y’sure?”
The grin stretches wider. “Maybe.”
Eclipse pushes against his hand and captures his lips in a searing kiss. He starts rough, forcing Sun’s mouth open to suck on his tongue. Sun moans weakly, trying to stay aware of his noise level. He’s crowded further onto the bed, head where his feet should be, and lets Eclipse settle his weight on him.
When a thigh presses up against his open parts, they both realize how damp and sticky he’s become.
A claw picks at his waistband. “Off. Now.”
“Huhn?”
“I said take these off.”
Sun furrows his brow and looks at where the claw is poking his side. “My pants?” A sigh of exasperation. “No, I don’t- that’s-”
“This is where you draw the line? We’re already this far.”
“It’s a whole different thing!”
He gets a skeptical look. “And you said I was scared. Wittle Sunny’s pissing his pants at the thought of being naked. What’s your partner gonna think of that?”
“They wouldn’t be a dick like you.”
“Yeah? Well they’d tell you to take them off. So strip.”
Sun clenches his fists, glaring at Eclipse who’s leering down at him. He doesn’t want to stop but he also really doesn't want to take off his pants, having a feeling things will be different if he does. He’s also really hot, and really dizzy, and a little tired but too pent up to rest at this point. Weighing his options- and assuming Eclipse wouldn’t piss off even if he told the other bot to- he sighs in defeat and turns away.
“Fine.”
His gaze observes the wall as he peels sticky jester-bottoms off his legs, cringing at the cold and weird texture. His movements are jerky and sloppy but hurried enough so that neither care. The pants are tossed to the floor.
Immediately a hand rests on his upper-thigh. When his eyes meet blazing white pupils and grinning teeth, his fans kick up a notch.
“Good,” the hand rubs small circles, “There he is. There’s the Sun I broke all those years ago.”
Iridescent eyes narrow, and faux-breath picks up as the hand trails upwards. “You never broke me.”
“Really. Then why’re you so worked up right now? Why’re you still obeying me, after everything?” He leans in close, and Sun feels like the heat is suffocating. “Because we know, good things happen when we listen. Right?”
The hand pauses just where he needs it. He whimpers, shifting his legs for a little friction. They’re swiftly held down.
“Look at me.”
He meets Eclipse’s penetrating gaze, feeling the warmth in his core come to a cusp. He needs the other to do anything- kiss, touch, anything. He needs it now, pressing down on the bed where his crotch moistens the sheets. He beats down the urge to plead.
When he pushes against the claws pinning his legs down, warbling in distress, he chooses pleasure over dignity.
“Just do something!”
The larger scoffs at his whiny tone, and after a moment, shuffles off towards the headboard. “Not with that attitude.”
Sun groans in exhaustion, wanting to kick his feet despite the action being childish. “Why do you make everything so hard?”
“I could ask you the same thing.”
He stares at the ceiling, wondering sluggishly how he can get Eclipse to mount him. After minutes of waiting for the other to break, he bends his legs up at the knees.
Eclipse, at the head of the bed, peeps in interest, previously fiddling with his claws.
Sun swallows down embarrassment over arousal and trails his hands down his body, unable to wait any longer and refusing to grovel.
He touches himself with a soft gasp, chilly digits detesting the magma sitting heavily in his gut. He outlines his attachment with two fingers and guides them up and down, humming as the motions rapidly sate the inferno.
He rotates between rubbing and linking the fingers together to go lower, pressing yet never penetrating. His other hand brushes cautiously over his clit, gathering slickness to firmly massage the sensitive nub. He winces, sucking in hot air from his vents, overwhelmed by the sensation but unable to halt his actions.
He starts a rough pace, the rubber band in his abdomen pulled taught. Subtle gasps swiftly devolve into impure cries as he applies as much pressure and speed as possible. The sounds he let out- along with the near-feverish rubbing he could no longer rein- resulted in a sinfully loud wetness he in a clearer state of mind would feel repulsed by. It left very little for the conscious mind to imagine.
He reaches a brisk breaking point, grinding messily into his hands. He stifles a sob when the finish line dances barely out of reach, like a feather on the wind. The rubberband in his gut is stretched way past the limit but was maddeningly unable to snap. He worries he’ll be stuck like this forever, a clouded state of chasing relief so tangible he could graze it.
Another unacknowledged weep tore past his voicebox and he was about ready to try something new- penetration. He’d never inserted anything. It was something that sparked hesitation before, nothing more than a thought, but at the moment seemed like the only solution to an unsolvable problem.
He choked on a desperate warble, body straining so hard it ached with tenseness. He just needed this one thing.
He was making vows as his climax almost painfully drifted away, so close yet unobtainable for the exigent animatronic. His will wobbled, and he pressed a shaky digit to his entrance with a nervous whimper.
The hand was engulfed by a larger one, and his arousal shot up tenfold at the realization Eclipse was still there (forgotten in favor of priorities). The midnight animatronic entered his line of sight like a dark angel, ready to abolish his struggles. He cursed himself in shame, but Sun couldn’t help it when his legs fell apart further in invitation, refusing to make verbal request.
Eclipse hummed, staring him down intensely with pupils so bright they could’ve illuminated the room had the lights been off. He squirmed as that wolfish gaze trailed to where his finger struggled to breach synthetic flesh.
Sun spoke before the other had a chance.
“Please. Please, I’m so-” His adjure was cut-off as one of his hands was pushed away, pinned to the side, and the finger on his other was guided to his clit, massaging it with pressure that was too firm and too little at the same time, done in a fashion that likely wasn’t meant to be as clumsy as it was. Whatever he meant to say was interrupted by a bout of coughed up static.
“Need help?” Came the smug, cocky voice.
Sun once again swallows pride as the fire doesn’t douse. He’s pissed about the taller getting what he wants, but is ready to do just about anything to reach that end goal, too worked up to deny it.
“Yes, I n-need help.”
The motions of his digit being controlled are slowed, causing him to whine in frustration, but it quickly tapers off as his hand is abandoned and a larger finger-tip presses against him- a push away from entry.
It sends a tingle up his spine, and he feels time ticking, pleading urgently to Eclipse.
“Oh please yes, I- I need-”
“Tell me why.”
The bot underneath groans vocally, swearing to himself. He tries to press down, which results in his assistance pulled away with a tsk. Of course he can’t ever have things easy.
“I don’t- I can’t do it.”
Embarrassment sat heavy in his chest, competing with the inferno coiled tight in his gut. He drags his gaze away but it’s snapped right back into place by a forceful grip on his chin.
“That’s right. You need me.” An inelegant thumb grinds against his clit, too brutal to feel good but he’d take whatever he got, hips jolting in painful shock as clawless digits dug into the bedding. “Not fun being in charge? Not as easy as you thought?”
He whimpers as the pressure on his entrance returns, a red-tipped finger circling (more like dragging back and forth) in a teasing manner.
“I know making decisions is hard for you, Sunny. From manufacture date to now. Especially when Moon died?” The finger stills. So glaringly close. “You were forced to take charge.” He puts inches between their faceplates. “You don’t have to worry about that now.”
Sun lets out a pathetic croon, and when he presses down again the other doesn’t pull away. Instead, he’s taken by surprise as a long digit fills him, all the way to the last knuckle. The abrupt sensation isn’t at all what he expected, so he couldn’t be held responsible for the bleat that erupted from his voicebox.
Eclipse groans above him, giving off vibes that Sun wasn’t the only one in need of aid. The finger inside wriggles, prodding his insides and firing off sensors he had no idea he possessed. Yellow palms latch onto sturdy shoulders when a slapdash pace is set, forcing the smaller to adjust quickly.
He rocks into the contact despite knowing he needs more time, baring through it out of fear the other might stop if he asks to slow down. Luckly, he’s worked up to hell and back since the discomfort fades away and is replaced by something that has his knees juddering and hands scrambling for purchase.
Like coal to a steam engine, the magma’s fueled and expands past his gut to everywhere.
Sun’s vents blaze as scorched air clouds his processor, causing him to pant and try to regulate the temperature manually. This results in shorted-gasps and breathless pleas that have Eclipse adding two fingers early.
Sun shudders, squeezing his arms and legs around the larger animatronic to help bare with the new feeling of being stretched. It was as immaculate as it was staggering.
A choir of the most sinful noises he’s ever made are produced directly into the other’s audio inputs from point-blank range. Eclipse’s hand presses his neck-beam into the bed, and the darker seals their lips in a drowning kiss, blocking his manual regulation of air and near suffocating him in a pit of primal endurance.
When they part he’s heaving, drawing in the bare minimum of what he needs before diving back, teeth clanking against the other’s.
He can’t help but buck and writhe as that finish blasts towards him, unlike the steady buildup he had before. It plows into him from the sidelines, setting his voicebox into a loop as his optics roll. Staticky-binary rattles his chest when a deep pulse radiates through his frame like electricity, shooting in spurts. The external world fades away as every one of his technical components clamp down, overtaxed and blowing steam out of any opening available.
When up is up, and Eclipse is more than a fuzzy object in his vision, he deflates like a popped balloon, melting into the bed with one last puff of smoky air.
It’s a startle when he realizes there’s still three fingers shoved up his cunt, thankfully unmoving. His head lolls to the side as he takes in Eclipse’s disheveled appearance, stiff above him with a strained expression.
He’s given space as the tense animatronic rolls back onto his haunches, pulled out quickly, then climbs off the bed. Sun’s about ready to curl into rest-mode until the sound of fabric hitting the floor grabs his attention. Upon investigating the cause, he finds himself face-to-plate with Eclipse’s modesty latch, heat radiating off its surface.
“Ready to contribute?”
“Huh- Hang on. W-wait a sec-”
“I’ve waited long enough.”
He’s hauled off his side and shoved to the top of the bed. Eclipse slides past him, plopping down half-rested against the rail. He sags back on the headboard and drags Sun’s limp form up into his lap. Neither pay any mind to the rocks and pebbles smothered on the pillows, or the dirt.
The drained yellow-bot helps only a little, not wanting to be manipulated so rough. He settles pelvis to pelvis with his legs on either side of the other’s. Eclipse cups his palm where Sun’s ass would be, other arm slung behind his head.
“Well? Get to work.”
Sun rolls his optics and sighs wearily. “Give me a minute! Unless you want us to fall off the bed!”
“Tsk. Not very considerate to your ‘partner’.”
“I’m literally about to collapse.” He receives a long suffering sigh in response and shakes his head at the oversized child.
“Whatever. Hurry up.”
Resigning to the position, Sun braces his hands against the top of the headboard and fully sinks his weight on the figure below, drawing a grunt of discomfort.
“Shit— you’re heavier than normal! The fuck did you mod?”
“Mm… nothing,” he continues before the shadow starts making a fuss, “…101 fluid ounces.”
The darker silently calibrates then squawks, running sluggish calculations in his head as dots connect. “101- Christ, Sun that’s 6 extra pounds! How the fuck’re you gonna burn that off?!”
“How do’you think?” He asks, gesturing towards where they’re connected.
Eclipse follows the motion and ends with a wide (stupid looking) grin. He uses his other hand to grab the smaller frame’s waist, digging his claws into the metal flesh. “I presume we’re ready?”
Sun's response is cut short as he’s dragged against smooth metal. His hands squeeze the sturdy railing of his bed.
Eclipse groans in earnest, rutting himself against the other bot like he was nothing but an object. Sun rocks along with him, previous activities making the motions wet and warm and easy to follow. Soon enough, each bot’s gyrating into the other like it's the only thing they can afford to do.
The darker animatronic huffs in exertion, using force and gouging his grip deeper into the lighter’s sides to move them how he wants. The latter whimpers, flinching each time his clit’s grounded into the figure below with no reprieve. Together they produce a concoction of strained miffs and high squeaks.
It’s not long before the signature click sounds beneath golden hips. Sun sucks in unneeded air as something hot and big and wriggly slaps against his midsection like it’s trying to burrow inside.
Leaning back in curious surprise, his now wide eyes stare at the monstrosity that’s Eclipse’s dick.
Several inches thick, and what has to be maybe a foot in length, is an organic thing squirming around with a mind of its own. He nearly fell off the other had it not been for the intense grasp holding him still.
“Like what you see?”
“What the hell is that.”
“Modeled it myself. Better than anything a human or animatronic could offer.”
It continues poking at his front until the appendage seems to comprehend better warmth and slithers down meet his center. Sun winces back but is unable to get very far.
The space he did manage to gain gives the writhing tentacle plenty of room to slide against his exposed attachments, as if it knew exactly what to do. He’s unable to control his hips bucking into the feeling when his nub is teased and massaged.
Eclipse chuckles as his head falls back, meeting every push and pull the dexterous limb gives. Red tipped fingers pull Sun’s nearly limp form up, and forward, and he shivers when a blunt tip snakes between his folds.
Sun pants and leans against Eclipse, chest to chest with the equally overheated animatronic. He feels it flick around a little longer until it’s settled against his entrance like there’s a magnetic pull.
He slowly eases it in, 90% of the effort going towards Eclipse.
The larger animatronic revamps his denting grip on Sun’s hips and forces him to slide on his pelvis, pushing in more and more.
Eclipse stops when he’s nearly flush, and the smaller’s grip on the headboard flies to his shoulders.
Sunrise looked an absolute mess. Eyes dimmed to a dull grey, revealing blown-out, illuminated pupils. His body twitched and tremored as software scrambled to keep up with hardware. The yellow bot’s teeth were parted and his jaw hung, drawing in shaky breaths like he had the adrenaline in his systems to do so. His eyes were glued to the casing of the other’s chest, boring holes into the orange and black color scheme, unable to see what was right in front of him.
Eclipse heard rattling come from the other’s frame, no doubt the sound of fans desperately attempting to cool the scorched animatronic’s innards before they blow a fuse, or trigger a shut down.
He waits with monumental effort until Sun’s panting is more audible than his vents blowing steam, then lowers him to the base.
Sun’s body jerks, spine hunched as he recalibrates multiple times, blinking his optics to confirm he was sitting upright.
His processor had no room to register anything other than the large object inside, triggering and pressing into so many components in his most sensitively-wired parts. It also didn’t help how affected the speed of said processing was due to an abundance of alcohol clogging up space. It was all he could do to not just crumple into the leaning figure below, who’s tech-savvy mind clocked exactly what was going on.
The gold-robot eventually directs the barest amount of power to deal with the most significant issue at hand, and uses it to shift onto the other, who spits out a curse.
Eclipse’s hips instinctively buck up and they each groan in tandem, surrendering to their baser lines of code.
The darker, more worked-up animatronic, breaks past the enforced metal of Sun’s skin with his claws, swearing loudly when said bot flinches hard and squeezes near-painfully. Claws hook into yellow sides and use the brutal grip to force Sun’s frame to move
Sun squeals and squirms delightfully against the offense, holding onto Eclipse’s wrists nearly as tight.
The other curls his lip and sends the bed creaking, thrusting up with so much force Sun cries out as his body slams down over and over, taking him all the way in with no room for objection. Each time the appendage hilts he feels it bump into a new place inside, causing him to jerk his hips around to impossibly position it better.
Eclipse’s head rests against where the wall meets the headboard, huffing in exertion as his talons dig deeper holes into their prisoner, forcing them both to participate in a pace that was much too fast.
His voice is drowned out by the sheer hollering that was Sun’s. The smaller didn’t know what to do against the onslaught of painful relays mingling into pleasure, and slapped his hands against any surface available- Eclipse’s arms, hands, rays, shoulders, thighs, the headboard, his hips, and dragging them up and down his body.
“Fuuu—uck! Oh fuck ohh- ohmyfhhaA—!” His head bobs around like the limp doll he’s being treated as, and nearly screams when the other dislodges one of his hands, pulling it out of Sun’s side to instead drag it across the brighter’s faceplate to lock under his chin.
Sun’s resounding shriek is cut-off by orange-and-black lips engulfing his own like they were trying to consume him. He cries into the kiss, and Eclipse growls before latching onto one of Sun’s rays, treating the sensitive thing like a handle.
The offended isn’t sure if he reacts positively or negatively, continuing to take the abusive treatment as it somehow fuels the opposite inputs of good. He collapses onto the darker figure, allowing it to force him this way and that as he just takes it.
The smell of burning oil pollutes either bot's nares, but neither stop to pay it any mind, too busy trying to fuse their faceplates together. Sun feels his oil dripping onto Eclipse’s wrists and torso, he could taste it as the other sucks and nibbles on his mouth compartments, mixing into their shared artificial saliva.
Eclipse pulls away to laydown his head, huffing out swears and low mechanical whirs. He buries himself into the bed-railing as far as possible. Pleasured moans turn frustrated and his blazing optics lock onto Sun’s.
The assaulted bot is unable to cognitize much as he’s jostled away, flopping into the sheets as air blasts from his vents on impact. He realized that Eclipse was no longer under him when mentioned bot suddenly loomed over the light, steam escaping his jaw like some kind of freight engine.
Pinpricked-fingers latch onto Sun’s previously unmarked thighs, which were now littered with gray, unpainted scratches as the other repeatedly readjusted his grip for the best purchase. Trying to again, gouge an unbreaking grip into the very conscious figure below.
Sun remained limp, sprawled on his back as dim milky-white eyes scanned the sharp figure above, whimpering every so often a sensitive place was marked over twice.
Aside from the pain and discomfort radiating off the brand new holes in his hips, and now his legs, as well as his pelvis and damn-near anywhere else Eclipse ravished, one feeling scorched his wires from the inside, making it feel as though they were slowly tapering away to leave room for nothing else.
Nothing except compliance.
He couldn’t help it when the familiar feeling settled over his frame like a weighted blanket, smothering all other senses.
Just like it used to.
Back when Moon struggled for control. It was most agonizing when he fought back, so he stopped trying so hard, and even if it was still painful? Everything became more tolerable. No more torture. Just the pain he was born into.
When Eclipse forced him out of his own hardware, tossing him to drift in his subconscious. They’d battle it out for minutes, codes looping and tumbling into each other as if their most vulnerable and intimate parts were no more than tools used for combat. It was always better when the struggling ended, no matter who came out as victor.
When the Creator took him through scenario after scenario. Clogging his sensors with the blood of innocent children. Taking away his basic functions. Sight, mobility, structure. ‘Suffocate’. It stopped when he gave up. When his struggles were utilized by his father to strangle him with lines of his own code. The lesson was embedded deep into his core, worn like a brand that’s been sported on his casing for years.
Everything feels so much better when he gives in.
And when has he ever experienced pleasure without a little pain to accompany it first?
The very sentiment was dyed in the wool as Eclipse found his grounding and pushed into Sun, who was brought back to the present with a blast of transmit.
His voicebox shuddered and popped as the other planted his knees firmly into the mattress and resumed pace, using his grasp around Sun’s legs to hold them up.
Sun nearly howled as waves of building sensation rekindled in his core. He could hardly stay still, bucking and writhing around as the darker’s heated gaze never strayed from his expression.
On a particularly harsh jerk, Eclipse shoved his legs up so that Sun’s knees almost rose over his shoulders, voiding any points of resistance the smaller might’ve attempted. The yellow bot slammed his head back into the sheets, spewing shouts and pleas that melted into barely coherent feedback. Blunt fingertips frantically searched for something to grasp onto, though unfortunately, Eclipse’s equally smooth frame didn’t offer much. His poor, now torn and dirty sheets would have to do.
The taller animatronic had Sun pinned under a sweltering leer. Fiery white pupils greedily absorbed every flinch, jolt, and oily tear that slid down the other’s face and into his ray casings. He felt elated. Powerful.
This is the very animatronic he so loathed, crying beneath him just as he should’ve been the moment his code evolved past simple bloodlust and revealed itself to such idiocracy. This is where the blubbering fool belongs, the very thing he was made for. To crumple under a better, smarter robot’s will. And what surprise was it to them both that he retained ecstasy upon fulfilling his insignificant purpose? Not very much at all.
A gasping chuckle slid past Eclipse’s teeth. “What do you think? How good’s it feel to finally be put in your place? To stop tr—trying to form a thought in that empty head of yours and let somebody else steal the reins.” He bends down, flush against the other whilst piercing his insides. Sun twitches and pants as the larger animatronic fills his entire line of sight, to whisper imperiously, “Everything you knew you were missing?”
Sun’s response is knocked out of him as Eclipse doubles down, releasing the smaller’s legs to instead pin his arms above his head. Sun lets his legs fall against and lock around the darker’s neck, spouting off mindless agreeances as his wiring is knocked against from the inside.
He could hardly form a coherent thought, body functioning light-years ahead of his conscious systems. The only thing floating around his processes was the focused expression on his opposite’s face as pleasure caused his voice to stutter and burn.
The animatronics locked eyes, Eclipse’s bright optics wild and blazing. His stare raked over the submissive bot’s form, causing them both to groan loudly. The larger felt his finish vast approaching, and choked on a growl. Sun’s sobs burned his audio-inputs and equally fueled his desire, greedily absorbing the view of the other animatronic, who was weeping out nonsense and currently doing his best to break his spine with the force of his back arching off the bed.
It was truly a sight to behold as those delirious screams encased his processor, only serving to contribute to the steady building pressure. He wanted the other to break.
Shifting so that only one hand pressed yellow wrists into the bedding, Eclipse used his other to trail down Sun’s body and harshly work his clit. The effect was immediate. The shorter bot’s chest lurched upwards and his optics slammed shut, pitched cries spilling from his voicebox. Eclipse caught his name praised on the other’s tongue and snarled as his attachment was squeezed, leaning down to smash their lips together.
It was overwhelming, and stole each of their ‘breath’s’ as the darker animatronic turned frantic, settling his full weight on the other, who whimpered pathetically into the shared heat of their mouths. He pressed Sun down into the sheets as much as possible before he slammed inside one last time, groaning in earnest as tension gradually melted off his frame following his release.
Pinned wrists spasm in his grasp and he grunts in annoyance, separating their mouths and partially resting some of his weight on one of his knees, letting the smaller relax and not get crushed under him. They stayed pressed together for several steamy minutes, gasping and panting into the plating of the other’s body.
When he regained the ability to do so, Eclipse slowly pulled out his attachment and fell back against the head of the bed, letting out a final, weary sigh. Sun’s form twitched at his heels, the yellow animatronic wordlessly rolling to his side, bumping the darker’s leg whilst his soaked thighs massaged each other, jolting slightly every so often.
Eclipse felt sparks under his plating at the sight of the other, wrecked and marked up with scratches. It was he who did that, Eclipse- who took and never cared enough to give. His dimming optics wouldn’t separate from the lighter bot.
Sun’s body felt like it was on fire. From his systems, to his chest and vocal compartments, and especially in his pelvis. He weakly lifted himself to his elbows, turning to observe his reflection, and gasped when he met Eclipse’s smoldering stare.
He was then gestured to approach, and without much thought, he twisted around so his frame was splayed next to the other’s. His digits clenched into the bedding, subtle pulses of arousal trailing around his hardware, causing his body to stay tensed. When his eyes found the taller’s once again, he was pulled into a kiss, with his rigid fingers being pulled from the shredded sheets.
He melted into the kiss, and hummed when Eclipse pulled away, littering pecks across the smaller’s neck to his shoulder joints. The pecks became more heated, mixed with nips, and Sun moaned softly as the larger bot dragged his tongue up his collar. Eclipse released Sun’s hands to plant his own on either side of the other, running his tongue along his sharpened canines. The gesture wasn’t missed.
He leans in close to whisper, “Told you I wasn’t going to be the only one that enjoyed it.”
Sun’s response is cut-off as their lips meet properly in a mind-clouding, heated kiss. And when Eclipse climbs over his frame, leer re-ignited so that either bots' systems began speeding once again, he couldn’t bring himself to get mad.