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The Terminator 2 AU - Crack Version

Summary:

T!Erik is on a mission to seduce Charles. As ordered by future!David( Charles son). With some special Upgrades.

Story:

When Charles opens the door to his bedroom he finds it already occupied, and only just manages to stop himself from unloading the entire contents of his gun into the unexpected visitor.

"What the hell are you doing?" he growls, stalking inside and slamming the door shut behind him.

The machine - Erik, as David has taken to calling him - sits rigidly on the bed with his back against the headboard. He is naked, or so Charles assumes what with all that bare skin on display, though the bottom half of ‘it’ is thankfully hidden under the sheets.

Erik’s response is as nonsensical as the situation. “I am here to serve you.”

“What?” Charles shakes his head, setting his gun down on the night stand with a sigh. “What?”

“I have knowledge of 142 positions for sexual intercourse and programmed to provide maximum pleasure to my partner.”

Charles had heard the machine mention previously of being outfitted with custom enhancements, making it superior to its predecessor. He just hadn’t expected sex to be one of the so called upgrades.

“Why? Why are you offering me sex?” he snarls. “I don’t want to have sex with you! Get out of my room!” 

He rips the sheet off with a snarl, and regrets it immediately. It - Erik - is in fact completely naked, and sporting the largest penis Charles has ever seen. 

The largest, fully erect penis he’s ever seen, nestled in a bed of soft ginger curls. Charles wants to know who in the bloody future felt the need to give the cyborg a giant cock of all things.

“Your son,” Erik says, and Charles almost chokes on his own spit, “completed the upgrades. He sent me back to protect you both. And also to pleasure you.”

“M...my…” Charles stutters. “What?”

The machine does not seem to understand Charles’ reaction, getting up and out of the bed to approach him. The hefty cock sways back and forth, slapping against its stomach with an almost hypnotic rhythm - not that Charles is looking of course.

“Charles,” Erik says, “you look ill. Can I bring you water?”

“No,” he answers, slowly backing up as it takes another step closer. And then another. “No, I just need you to leave.”

It looks at Charles, expression unchanging.
“I must complete my mission.” 

“Your mission?” He shakes his head, completely unnerved and baffled by Erik’s words. “Fucking me is your mission?”

“David said you were very tense during this phase of your life,” the machine answers. “He remembers a lot of yelling, and shooting things. He thought that sexual relations would help relieve some of your stress.”

“So what you’re trying to tell me,” Charles says, his voice a little shrill and breathless, “is that my son, in the future, gave you a huge cock and sent you back in time to fuck his Dad? To help me de-stress? Seriously?”

The expression on Erik’s face is grim. “Affirmative. Your clothes. Give them to me now.”

Charles turns abruptly and exits the room, slamming the door shut with a bang so loud that it brings David running from the kitchen.

“What? What’s wrong, Dad?” 

“Nothing,” he says, because he’d rather not have that much needed conversation with his son right now, while he’s still sporting a rather unfortunate…problem between his legs. “Just…remind me later to have a chat with you about priorities.”

He doesn’t wait for David to answer, striding out the back door and into the sweltering heat. They are far enough away from civilization that the stars are bright and clear in the night sky, their tiny farm practically buried in the middle of the Mojave desert.

With a ragged sigh, he approaches the underground bunker, entering the security code without thought and pushing open the heavy steel door. He’s not sure why he came out here; only that he needed to put some distance between himself and that…machine.

He doesn’t understand why David gave it a name, or decided to call him ‘Erik’ of all things. Charles only knows what he’s lived; that under that admittedly beautiful exterior lies nothing but metal and wire, programmed to do exactly - and only - what its told.

“Charles,” the voice drifts through the door and he whirls around, grabbing a gun off the shelf. He takes a step forward as Erik - thankfully wearing pants again - enters the bunker, and presses the gun against its chest. 

"I thought I told you to stay away from me,” he snarls.

Erik doesn’t move, his imposing frame blocking the only exit. The machine moves slowly, taking a hold of the gun and tugging it gently from Charles’ hand before setting it aside. 

“I will not hurt you,” it says and Charles grunts and turns away.

“I want to help you,” it continues, taking another step closer. Charles is horrified when he realizes that Erik is disrobing behind him, and spins around at the sound of a belt buckle hitting the ground.

“What. Are. You. Doing?” he hisses.

Erik is completely naked again, broad shoulders and slim waist and that still giant cock standing to attention between his thighs. Charles doesn’t quite scream from frustration at his own raging libido and the machine’s dogged persistance - though it’s a close thing.

“My penis is twelve inches in length,” Erik says, in a voice that suggests he’s telling Charles tomorrow’s weather rather than the size of his cock. “It has multi-speed and vibrating functions and is fully detachable. I can use it to penetrate you in your mouth or in your anus, or rub it against your penis until you orgasm. You can also use my mouth or my—”

“Stop!” Charles shouts, shoving at Erik with both his hands. “Is that supposed to…stop talking!”

“If you wish,” Erik answers, “though I have not listed all my features. I have also been outfitted with a self lubricating a—”

“Alright, alright!” Charles interrupts, because he does NOT want to hear another word about Erik’s 'features'. “If I let you pleasure me will you leave me alone?”

“Yes.”

“Get on your knees.”

——-

That night, Charles sleeps better than he has in years, his mind filled with images of his cock sliding in and out of Erik’s wet mouth. Of the way Erik’s tongue licked his balls before Charles fucked him, coming hard down a throat that has no gag reflex and no need for air.

He's willing to concede that maybe, possibly, future David’s idea wasn't such a bad one after all.

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