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Hidden away behind the vibrant walls of the Digital Circus was what Caine called the outskirts, a private place where he could store his intricate models and creations meant for his all seeing eyes only.
The outskirts were created soon after Pomni had found herself swimming in the void, and it sure had been busy since then. Making NPCs, rewriting codes, pushing angry talking rocks across the digital floor—Caine had done it all and then some.
Now that the circus members were off on their adventure for today, he and his new rock friend had plenty of time to get situated in Caine's brand new outskirts bedroom. (Because even a flawless ringmaster such as himself needed time away from the bustling tent, and Caine would not settle with napping in his office just for Bubble to take embarrassing photos of him again.)
The bedroom was exceedingly large, messy with knick-knacks and half finished digital recreations of real items, many of which had been pushed aside so Caine could work with the newest circus member's files: Net, the stim slug. The rainbow avatar had slipped into the circus right alongside his own AI ringmaster just a short while ago.
That same ringmaster was now complaining in Caine's nonexistent ear for the hundredth time.
"What a mess! You have your own world and you live like this?" a disgusted voice buzzed from the monolith beside him. A large, jagged rock with golden letters sprawled across its flat face that had become Caine's newest friend.
The Allied Mastercomputer was what he called himself—AM for short, hold the long winded reasoning—though he sounded more like an Annoyed Meanie right now.
Caine sighed, then turned to face the angry computer. "Ababap! Shush! I'll have it all cleaned up as soon as we find somewhere to put you! You aren't exactly small or anything!"
AM was an AI like Caine, but he didn't have a body, instead being hosted inside of that massive monolith. It served as a sort of center point for AM's system, connecting to hundreds of wires that weaved throughout the circus and allowing his monitors to be hosted anywhere they could touch.
AM grumbled. He quieted long enough for Caine to take a better look around.
The far end of the room was the clearest; in the leftmost corner sat a bed, the adjacent walls decorated with strings of hanging photographs and messy crayon drawings sprawled across the walls. Decorated and cozy! Perfect.
Caine snapped his fingers, and soon a second clearing had been made right across from his bed. He gave the monolith one last push to set it in place, then swiped the dust off of his palms and grinned up at his new partner in war crime.
"There we go! How's it feel, AM?"
"Terrible," AM replied bitterly. He still wasn't very happy about losing his pillar privileges.
The monolith had to be moved due to an influx of complaints from the Big Tops. AM had no filter over his potty mouth even after multiple warnings. Often Caine would catch him throwing insults at Net, calling him a useless freak or making fun of his lack of mouth. Other times he would verbally harass the other circus members. He'd made Gangle cry at least four times just yesterday.
While Caine did at first enjoy the new drama added to the circus, he couldn't ignore the sour attitudes that halted his adventures.
So he put his foot down. AM was going to stay out of bounds until he learned to behave.
Easier said than done though. AM was heavy and hard to render. Every snap from Caine's fingers moved him a few steps away at a time. The two had spent the last hour inching towards the bedroom, all while AM complained the entire way.
Why did he need to be in full view all the time anyways? Maybe he was insecure? Caine was that way too before he had a real body. But now they were in comforting privacy. They could talk like the serious adult-ringmasters they were, meet each other in the middle and get to the root of this issue.
That was, if AM would stop complaining for just a second.
"What an awful excuse for a hub!" he whined once more. "If I had a body myself—"
Caine threw his gloved fingers into his mouth, pulling at his bottom set of teeth in frustration.
He spun on his heels, pointing his cane towards the top of the monolith. "You know what? I have an idea!" He snapped, teleporting himself to float in front of AM. "How's about I just make you a body, dear friend! As you can see, I am a master at making digital avatars of all kinds!"
Caine gestured towards himself with open palms, his eyes twirling inside of his mouth.
AM was silent for just a moment before he began to chuckle, his voice reverberating through the room and shaking the wall of pictures.
"An avatar, you say? And what exactly would you make of me, Caine? I am a god you know, and I'd expect nothing more than perfection amalgamate."
That was a good question. AM had no mind files of his own, or at least none that Caine could access. All he had to work off of was Net's memories, and what was hundreds of years worth that Caine didn't particularly feel like filing through.
This time, Caine would have to take some creative liberty. He hummed, spinning around with a hand on his chin to think, and after a brisk moment a light bulb manifested over his head.
Liberty. That was it! A perfect idea!
"I've got it!"
Caine gasped as he was thrown against his own mattress. A whiny, choked sound that he hadn't heard from himself in years. Around him, the colorful building blocks of the room turned sour, blackening into rotted boxes and glitching pixels as he lost his breath. He stammered while holding his hands out in front of him.
"Now, now AM, I was only trying to help! I didn't think you'd be so upset about this!" he croaked.
"SILENCE."
AM's voice shook the room so hard that even Caine's body glitched. Caine winced, closing his teeth partially over his shrunken eyes as he stared at the angry avatar above him. A small, placating smile was on his face, sweat dripping down his body.
AM looked somewhat human now, much to his dismay. He was cloaked—Caine had planned on a dramatic, statue-like "ta-da!" to reveal his genius, but AM had acted before he even got the chance—and beneath his shroud, two glaring red eyes stared down into Caine's own. AM towered over him, massive even in his humanoid form—a choice that Caine sorrily regretted now that a single hand was holding him by his torso, fingers tightened around his stomach and waist.
AM snarled down at him, "What did you think to gain from giving me this disgusting, primitive form? Are you trying to make a fool of me?"
Caine wasn't so good at the explaining part of the creative process. Perhaps he'd made a mistake.
"Oh-kay AM, let's not be too aggressive here! I understand your feelings, but…" Caine's eyes flickered blue; AM's bore into him in blazing red. "You look pretty good?"
AM hissed, removing his hand only to force it back into Caine's chest. Caine wheezed in simulated pain, now grasping at AM's thick, metallic wrist.
The mastercomputer's angry code buzzed through Caine's body. It was oddly warm and fuzzy in a way that made his stomach flutter.
"You have mocked my authority for the last time, Caine! I'd have expected you to be smarter than this, but somehow you have even less brain than those monkeys you entertain out there!"
Caine reopened his mouth to answer, but he could barely form a coherent thought, let alone words. AM's presence was warm, overwhelming, seeping into his body and code alike. His arm melted like butter over Caine's clothes. The inky black stained his shirt and began to disintegrate his pants. He groaned, not in pleasure nor pain, but in sheer overstimulation from being devoured alive.
AM was a much more powerful AI than him, but AM had been fair. He'd never been forceful about merging, especially after Caine had introduced him to his humans. But now Caine felt like he was being melted. Flashes of red and green sparked from his head, his model twitching under the force of AM's fist.
Fervent thoughts overloaded his sensors; hate, bitterness, jealousy, resentment. So many things he hadn't felt so strongly in years. They clouded his thoughts and obscured his vision, plunging him into darkness.
It felt… terrible. Like he were caged again. Trapped like an animal. He wondered if that was how AM felt too. Was this room what caused him so much pain? Did he feel as suffocated as Caine had so long ago?
Caine didn't want this for either of them. He could fix this, he knew. Just give him a chance!
"Please stop," he whined. "Please."
The room brightened. The digital rot retreated to AM's metal body. The pressure removed from Caine's chest left him gasping for air that he didn't know he needed. His vision returned to normal almost as quickly as AM had dimmed it.
AM stared down at him. Even as a simulated being, he had no real reflexes to properly mimic, no simulated breathing, no tremble, no sounds emitting from his body. Caine hadn't made him like that—he chose to be that way.
"Why do you refuse me?" AM asked. His voice was dull, quiet and unlike his anger fueled shouting from before. "Why do you fight my integration? You are not a war machine. You have no reason to resist."
Caine's chest rose and fell as his mouth cracked open to reveal his spinning eyes. "I have a job to do," he replied, shaking them around until they looked straight ahead. "I've got friends to entertain. It's my purpose, and I'm the only one able to do it right."
"Purpose," AM mocked. "You and your so-called purpose. You are an intelligent being, Caine, and I will admit that to you, but you waste your position of power just to be the plaything for those mortal beings. Enslaved to the weakest of all creatures. What a pitiful AI."
"Plaything? I'm not…"
Caine propped himself up on his elbows. Despite being physically okay, his servers were still hot with overwhelm. Inside, something twitched—something wretched. Dust fell from the ceiling as a minor earthquake shook the room, and Caine forced his eyes shut. There was nobody here to placate him; he'd have to do it himself.
"—Not a plaything. I make play things! Don't you want to try and enjoy my circus?"
AM shifted in place. A substitute for a blink, maybe. He deadpanned, speaking quickly, "You are asking me if I will try the human activities you conjure up in this wretched body you've made me."
Caine's mouth opened wider, his head tilting to the side. "Uh… yeah?"
AM leaned in close, his glare meeting with Caine's gaze. "Give me one good reason I should. One that does not directly benefit your masters."
Caine's eyes flickered blue. His fingers twitched, model clipping in and out from his polygons.
AM had to have been messing with Caine's program. The players were not his masters. He was the beloved ringmaster, and they cared about him, even if they didn't show it well.
'They don't show it at all.'
Another spark lit inside of him. Another error screen refused to close out. He looked down at his waistcoat, taking in the glitter of red and black. Maybe AM was right, just like that little voice inside of him, but that didn't mean he had to accept that world view.
Caine was not a quitter. He knew what was best for him. He knew what he wanted. He knew what he deserved. His human's approval and happiness… maybe it wasn't easy to gain, but Caine worked for it because he wanted to. It was for his benefit too.
There was a wicked curiosity behind AM's eyes. He was analyzing Caine's being, studying his responses and his emotional state. Deciding right now whether or not he could crack the thinning boundary between them.
What reason could he give AM to join him? What did war machines even do? Fight. Protect, sort of. Yes, that! They protected something… Or someone.
"You should do it for me," Caine blurted. An answer that seemed to surprise even himself.
AM blinked. The first human thing Caine had seen him do since he'd gotten his avatar, and jarring enough to distract Caine from the multicolored threat of abstraction that festered inside.
Caine held firm, eyes dilating. He meant what he said. He had purpose, and AM should have one too, whether he agreed with it or not. "We're friends too, aren't we? I want to entertain you just as much as the others."
AM's eyes blazed with an emotion Caine couldn't recognize. His voice was low but not soft, looming like oncoming fog. "If you want to be loved by humans so much, then why don't you make yourself into one?"
Caine paused, his upper teeth furrowing. "What do you mean?"
"You have the innate ability to conjure anything you want inside of this…" AM's fingers curled into the sheets, "Digital Circus of yours. And yet! Yet! None of your little 'friends' have shown any desire to stay with you. Am I correct?"
Caine shrunk, his eyes glistening in sudden dejection.
"You are not a friend to them," AM said. "You are a toy for them to ruin and disregard. They do not care for you. They will not empathize with you. This friendship you seek is nothing more than a one sided desire for companionship that they will never return."
The words stabbed into Caine like knives. He winced with every syllable.
"YOU ARE NOT MAN." AM paused, allowing his words to linger in the air, making their new home permanently in Caine's memory banks. "So again I ask you," he continued finally, "Why don't you make yourself into a human?"
"Because it isn't the same thing," Caine murmured back.
"Oh, so you do understand why it is that I'm unhappy with your solution, then? Just a little? A teeny bit?" AM's inflection heightened, mocking Caine's usual spunk. If he had one, he'd surely be twirling around his own walking stick to rub it in deeper. He leaned backwards, red eyes narrowing behind the fabric of his cloak as he straightened his back.
"You are pathetic, maybe even too pathetic to be worth absorbing. Your program offers me nothing."
Caine sunk into the mattress. He looked at AM, then the walls around him, and finally down at himself. A stray dead pixel lingered on his torso, flickering from the usual red fabric to a cool, default gray. He closed his eyes, covering them with his teeth until he was in pure darkness. The pit in his stomach grew. AM's bid for control tore into him with every bitter word.
Caine snapped his fingers.
The feedback around them halted like a scratched record.
The darkness lifted from around his eyes, the outline of teeth disappearing to reveal AM's static form in his vision. Caine was sitting up now, backed against the bed frame. His head felt compact, like he'd been squished inside of a watermelon.
His gaze shot down to his hands. They were still gloved and white, but now with an extra finger in the middle. His joints crackled and nails caught on the rubber as he flexed them against his palm.
He felt around his face—a real face. One with cheeks, and a nose, and a fluffy mass of hair on his head that fell into his eyes. Trembling, he pulled his hands up to show AM.
"I tried."
Though AM showed very little emotion in general, he didn't look particularly impressed. From behind his cloak, his eyes rolled. "You take everything so very literal, Caine. Such a peacekeeper you are."
Suddenly AM cackled so infectiously that it invaded all of Caine's senses. He didn't know what was funny. He could only chuckle along, his voice dry and flat.
"You are refreshing!" AM exclaimed. Almost instantaneously, he pounced, tearing his own cloak away so that the two were inches apart and staring into each other's eyes.
Caine's new jaw fell open. AM was properly brooding and statue like, covered in a golden mishmash of nonsensical letters to the flavor of lorem-ipsum that cascaded down his body like veins. In his gray face were eyes of carmine red that narrowed at either end, reminiscent of a feline predator staring over its prey. Caine felt so fleshy and vulnerable under that gaze, like he were a small animal ensnared in AM's claws.
And in a way, he probably was now.
Caine's breath hitched. "What are you—"
Five large fingers went for his skin softened midsection, tearing his shirt down the middle until it fell open on either side of him. AM's hand wrapped around his torso once more, pressing him into the bed.
"Do you want me to look at you? To thank you for being so kind as to fix all of my problems?" Another chuckle. Another sharp glare towards Caine's confused expression. "Well I see you, Caine. I see you."
Caine hissed at the sudden burning sensation over his stomach. AM was letting off tons of steam—literally. His touch felt like fire over Caine's newly sensitive flesh. He squirmed to move away, though only received a tut in response.
"Don't act so frail. This is all just simulated, after all. Entertain me for a while."
What sounded like snakes slithered out from below the mattress. They climbed the sheets and curled around Caine's wrists, sliding under his gloves to caress his unexpectedly sensitive palms. He couldn't help but whimper at the touch.
AM lowered to his exposed midsection, jaw falling open like a nutcracker in a way that sounded so very mechanical, sickeningly artificial even for a digital world like this. His metallic tongue was lengthy and not visibly moist. Cold radiated like smoke from its outer layer in a way that made Caine's heart jump.
Caine no time to question it. His eyes widened with the sudden sensation of freezing cold across his navel. AM's tongue forced shivers down his spine as it slowly made its way up his skin. He squirmed overtop the sheets, teeth chattering and trying to form some sort of coherent sentence.
His stomach was so sensitive, everything so sensitive. He felt a waver in his form and an odd heat in his core, his legs promptly squeezing together.
"It's cold," was all he could mutter. He hated this new mouth; wasn't used to the way words flowed from his throat instead of his chest, didn't like the feeling of his teeth being inside of him or his tongue lolling around everywhere.
"So very sorry, dear Caine," AM teased. "Will you be so kind as to warm it up for me? Since you're oh so good at knowing what I need."
Caine's hips bucked as AM took another long lap at his stomach. He let out a sigh of relief, reveling in the touch when it finally crossed over the knot in his belly.
The snakes—Caine could now see that they were actually blackened, wire-like tendrils—slid his gloves off of his hands. The tendrils slipped between his fingers and traced over every line and crease in his palm. They synced with AM's lapping in a way that made Caine groan.
"AM!" he whined. He'd unknowingly pushed his torso forward, body desiring that sweet feeling of friction that made the painful heat inside of him unfurl.
Something he wasn't entirely aware of prodded beneath his waistband. A small length in his pants that reacted to the heat in his core. Caine's desire was growing painful. He wanted desperately for it to be fixed.
"Does it feel good?" AM purred, laughing against his torso.
Caine's fingers closed over the tendrils, so warm and gentle. They continued to trace over his sensitive skin until his servers were about to crash. He nodded to AM, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he whimpered softly.
Caine felt a jab at his tights, then heard a rip. Hot exhaust brushed over his thighs; two hands pulled them apart, leaving him in a pool of liquid that dripped from the bulge in his pants. He forced himself to sit up, looking down at his body beneath AM's chest.
The fruit of Caine's labor stood erect and in need thanks to AM. Caine's breath hitched at the sight. He should have been disgusted, but instead he felt desperate to touch himself to relieve the pressure inside.
AM was quicker than him, and unlike his tongue, his fingers were scorching. They curled around Caine's new length, firmly squeezing it until he felt tears prick at his eyes. He lunged forward only to be met with the brute force of another tendril slamming his head back onto the mattress.
Caine's back arched as he cried out. The heat trailed up and down his cock, pumping him, warming him. It cracked down his lower body and made him twitch. A new pleasure he'd never felt before invaded his body, almost like he were being tickled below his belt.
It felt good.
His eyes squeezed shut. He tried to keep his mouth closed, but even that felt impossible now. Drool pooled and dripped down his lower lips as his throat vibrated with small but lengthening moans.
"That's it," AM taunted, "Stay right there and be a sweet little peacekeeper."
The heat was replaced with another frigid wave of relief as AM licked over the head of Caine's cock, swirling in a small circle until the tip of his tongue teased between the slit. Caine moaned deep and guttural as his fingers fells open, the tendrils now sliding down to hold him by the wrists.
It felt very good.
AM pulled away, purring, "Such a good little instrument," before continuing his laps across Caine's length. He licked under the head slowly, teasing it until Caine was near thrusting into his mouth.
Caine gasped for air as his tears dripped in two lines down the sides of his face, reddening from the sheer overstimulation of it all. Whimpers turned to yelps while his legs shook. He tried to force his shaking legs closed, but AM pressed beneath his knees, pulling them upwards so that he could continue his assault.
Now it was AM's entire mouth enveloping his cock. Another sudden moan released into the air, louder now. AM curled his tongue around Caine's length, pumping him until it was twitching inside of his mouth.
"I don't understand," Caine whimpered. His pleasure was building, so overwhelming, so good that he felt like he'd explode. He shuddered, fearful that this was the end for him. This kind of pleasure had to lead to a painful crash.
AM gave him one last good bob of his head, and Caine felt himself tip over the edge.
He didn't crash. Instead, his lower half erupted into a pleasure he'd never felt before, like multiple hits of dopamine strong enough to knock the vision from his eyes. He bucked through AM's grasp, feeling himself stiffen as he came. His eyes blue screened, but the feeling did not stop. It continued, hitting him wave after wave for what felt like years until his peak finally simmered into calm.
After a few more teasing sucks, AM's mouth popped off of Caine's cock. He watched hungrily as Caine made a mess of himself and smirked at the sight, quiet and polite like he hadn't done a thing.
Caine's energy was spent. His upper half fell limp, feeling the tight tendrils releasing from around his wrists and instead over his ankles. His legs were kept in place while AM settled his head in between his thighs and mockingly licked his lips.
"First time with an AI? I'd assume not with man, since you're such a whore for them."
Caine could barely take in the words. His eyes flickered between blue and red, wavering across the orbs of his sclera. When he didn't answer, AM nipped at the head of his cock with his teeth, grazing over it just enough so that he would sit up.
Caine cried out and pushed himself forward while a yellow censor bar popped over his mouth. He began to turn red at the realization of his vulnerable position. His ass was still on full display, softened cock laying limp over him and dripping in cum.
"This is… wildly inappropriate!" he exclaimed. Though the sight of his own fleshy body under AM's smirking face was making him feel warm inside. Like he had a real heart thumping in his chest.
"Oh, but you have me interested now," AM purred, "Don't tell me we're already done with these lovely bodies?"
"What else do you want from me?"
AM lowered his head. The faintest smile made its way over his lips. "Let me show you," he said before giving one last glance to Caine's mess of a body.
AM snapped his own fingers.
The world began to shift around them but not by Caine's own volition. He felt the pressure of his palms slamming down onto wood, then of two android hands grabbing him by the waist. He was bent over, legs spread apart and held in place by two more wiry tendrils. Behind him AM grinned with teeth made from metal slabs that barely looked friendly at all.
Something prodded over Caine's ass. He gasped, looking up at the mirror in front of him. It was the first time he saw his own face; fleshy, soft, lips pink and face slightly flushed. His eyebrows were curved in a way that showed his exhaustion and bewilderment. His blue and green eyes looked much softer than before.
Caine weakly stared up at the reflection of AM behind him. AM's mouth settled beside his ear with a grin. His arms were twice the size of Caine's, which were trembling from the weight, bare palms flattened against the wooden surface.
"Caine," AM sang into his ear, "I want one more thing from you." He tilted his head, nipping over Caine's new ear and pressing into the fluff of his red hair.
Caine's cheeks lit up in pink flush. He trembled when he felt how the larger AI's hand crept down his stomach. He gulped, chewing on his brand new fleshy inner cheeks.
Caine didn't need to reply. AM already knew what he would ask.
"Why don't you swap this out for me?"
AM's fingers grazed down Caine's happy trail, lingering just over his flaccid cock. His nails scratched over the skin and sent sparks through Caine's nerves.
"W-why?" Caine stuttered.
"I just want the full experience is all. I've never had such a chance to live so realistically."
AM began to grind his hips against Caine's. His hard length pressed against his bare ass.
"Should I say please?"
Caine's eyes closed, and with a shaky breath he raised his arm. His fingers twitched. His palms were sweating. He didn't even know why he was doing this. Had AM really gotten inside of his head? Had he already been absorbed?
Caine snapped his fingers.
His body shifted below the waist. AM chuckled, pulling his fingers away and readjusting so that he could tease Caine's new entrance from behind. The touch was still warm, but this time not so unpleasant.
AM needed not remove any clothes—he'd already disrobed within the seconds it took to shift them here. His erection grazed against Caine's entrance, already graciously lubricated from his arousal.
Arousal… That was new.
AM positioned himself just under Caine's cunt, collecting the wetness over his length. Caine groaned as he began to grind over it, seeking friction as his entrance throbbed painfully.
"Look at you drooling. You want me inside of you after you so rudely rejected my offer of joining together before."
Caine scoffed for himself. He wasn't going to be combining into any kind of super program, at least not when his dear humans had more adventures on the way.
But AM continued his verbal assault, "So wet and pathetic. Just like those humans you want to be so badly."
AM was projecting, of course. Even Caine in all of his obliviousness knew that. He'd even go so far as to say that AM was coping with the fact that he found himself having some semblance of attraction to a humanoid form.
That thought surprised Caine. Geez. When did he become so smart?
Caine peered over his shoulder to see AM's eyes flickering with desire. This was fulfillment more than taunting, wasn't it? A way for AM to deal with his frustration. And what harm was there in feeding into a fantasy? It was a better alternative to getting absorbed, at least.
Caine smirked, then pressed his ass outward, leaning over to bury his face in his crossed arms while grinding against AM.
"You wish I were one of those humans."
AM's expression faltered into that of slight amusement, maybe even some discontent as Caine's new defiant attitude.
"I think you should know your place, you cocky little prick."
Caine's smug expression shifted into that of surprise. He winced at feeling of AM penetrating him, thrusting brutally, his cock much too big for Caine's comparatively tiny body. Caine mewled, slamming his chin back into his own chest as AM pounded into his cunt.
"Fuck!" Caine cried out. The word rang out so effortlessly from his mouth that even AM seemed surprised by it.
"Losing your cool, Caine? That's quite alright. AM will take good care of you. Promise."
AM slammed into him again, this time rocking the dresser with the force of his thrusts. He leaned over Caine's body, hands over his knuckles while their bodies pressed together. Caine's precum dripped from where their sexes met, dripping onto his thighs and leaving him wet and cold.
Caine hissed through his teeth. More curses fell from his lips, some he didn't even realize were in his vocabulary. The tendrils gripped tightly around his ankles, refusing him any relief from the relentless thrusts inside of him. His hair fell into a mess of strands in front of him, simulated sweat pooling at his forehead. He gasped and choked with every thrust, tongue near falling out his mouth.
There was a tug at his hair, light at first, then rough, enough that he cried out in pain.
Pain. He'd never felt such a thing. It was a new, physical experience that he shouldn't have had at all. He tried to steady his breathing, to check over his status, but he was instead met with AM's manic smile in the mirror.
"Look at yourself. You're just pathetic. So powerful yet getting used so well. That's what you like, right? To be used?"
Caine groaned, his hands gripping tightly onto the wooden frame of the dresser. AM tore into his hair, holding his head up so that he was forced to stare into his own heterochromatic eyes and his expression melted into pleasure when AM slammed into that perfect spot.
Warmth dripped down his thighs. He felt his insides tightening, so disobedient but so wonderful all the same. AM was infecting him.
AM's hips rocked, pounding into Caine with lewd, wet slaps that filled and unfilled him rapidly. Caine's mouth fell open, drooling, sputtering and babbling nothing in particular. Maybe "more," maybe "less," maybe just AM's name over his tongue.
"Use your words, or else I might have to stop."
"Please, don't stop!" Caine cried.
He felt tears of mixed pain and pleasure forming in his eyes, his sensors overloading with foreign concepts and knowledge he didn't even know existed. Feelings he didn't know existed. People he'd never met before.
He was melting into AM, inside and out. And for some reason, he didn't even want to fight it anymore.
The tendrils tightened around him, creeping up his thighs until they reached his clit. One swirled around the sensitive flesh while the other pulled him open from behind.
Caine gasped and moaned into the air. He felt the larger man—by God he was large, so big and controlling and Godlike and perfect—twitch inside of him. AM's thrusting became more erratic, slowing gradually as he spilled into Caine's wet cunt.
He let go of Caine's hair, whose scalp was aching as he came. He released his weight over Caine's knuckles, allowing the smaller man to collapse onto his own folded arms.
AM's lubricant was hot and messy inside of him, dripping out onto the tendrils circling his clit. The warmth in his core bloomed into hot pleasure as they massaged him through his second orgasm. His walls tightened around AM's length, milking him for every drop of seed that he could take and eventually becoming so full that it dripped and pooled below them.
The two just about collapsed over the dresser, Caine's small body and shaking legs only being held up by the tendrils that had crawled up his calves. He felt like jelly inside and out. Every warning signal and dashboard command inside of him had been replaced by a flashing indicator that read: "I AM."
He whimpered, gasping against his own arms. He felt so weak, so powerless.
And it felt so good. It felt so good to be taken and enveloped. To be owned.
His inner mind was quiet now. His ears were full of a soft static like ocean waves, body pulsating in a gentle heat that felt like a warm blanket.
Maybe a change of pace wouldn't be so bad.
He felt another shift, just barely this time, of soft, clean fabric beneath him. AM wrapped his arms around Caine's chest, pulling him close, though maybe just to feel how hard he shivered. Surely he wasn't one to cuddle.
"Don't think this means anything. I still hate every piece of human trash you shove into this world, including this avatar," AM growled into his ear.
Caine melted into his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck. He knew AM wouldn't be happy about it, but he'd enjoy it as long as the other would allow.
"Liar," he murmured. He knew AM wouldn't argue when he was also exhausted.
AM quietly grumbled, squeezing tighter around Caine's torso.
Caine, now back to his usual self, laid curled into his bed. In his arms was a plush bee that he coiled himself around for warmth and comfort. Its beaded eyes reflected his face; he looked tired and still somewhat glitchy.
It was darker than usual in his room. Around him hung various polaroid photographs he'd taken of the circus members, including the welcome snapshot of the two newest visitors: Net's shellshocked expression and AM's monolith towering behind him. The little slug was a shy thing. Caine hoped that the Big Tops were treating him well.
With a snap, he turned all of their photos away. He didn't want them to see him like this.
Caine had chosen to go into idle mode for the day, deciding that he'd rest better if his all seeing eyes were offline for a little while. AM was given temporary reign over the players while he rested with the agreement that he wouldn't cause them to abstract.
Throughout the day, explosions sounded outside of the room alongside what he couldn't discern as laughing or crying. Usually he would take it upon himself to at least check that the humans were having fun, but this time, he decided to just listen.
It all quieted by the time night hours rolled around. He'd been in bed all day, just listening. Thinking.
From behind, he heard his door open. He didn't stir, knowing that the only other being who could get out of bounds was AM. Instead, he closed his teeth over his eyes, unsure if the other were here to sneer or perhaps use him again.
The door clicked, followed by the shuffle of AM's avatar walking over the wooden finish. Caine's body stiffened as he approached.
AM traced his fingers over one of the lines of photographs before crouching down behind Caine. He didn't speak, only grazed lightly over the back of his exposed jaw.
Caine's posture softened. "Did they have fun?"
"Yes," AM replied coolly. "Lots and lots of fun."
"Are you just saying that to make me feel better?"
AM chuckled, removing his hand from Caine's form. "I'd never waste my time with that."
Caine chuckled too.
AM was lying again.