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The Knuckleblaster collides with Gabriel's face and knocks him off balance. His back hits the wall behind him with a clang, and he slides down. Breathing heavily, sat on the floor, he stares up at V1. Between breaths, he laughs. "You may have caught me off guard, there, Machine, but I can still f-" He'd started leaning forward, but, abruptly, he froze. " -ffffuh… "
It watches him, analyzing. His breaths, still heavy, but slightly off. Most of this has been slightly off. The way he looks down at his close together thighs for a moment, before turning his head to the side and slowly moving them slightly apart- not open, just enough for them to no longer be touching. Him putting a fist over where a mouth would be and clearing his throat when it doesn't tear its optic away from his lap.
"I- I know it's… inappropriate, but you staring isn't much better."
V1 had been in the process of determining if it was some hidden injury he was reacting to, and whether or not it'd be sporting to exploit it, were the fight to really continue. But that had confirmed something that had yet to cross its mind (for the current encounter, at least). This fight felt different than the last two to begin with, sure- Gabriel being slightly off his game aside. No desire to impede it this time, real or simply pretense, but solely passion the whole way through, and… well, pleasure would certainly be a word for it, but it hadn't anticipated this kind of pleasure. It did seem like more than just the thrill of an even match, but it'd listed several other possible factors in its head before…
Gabriel cocked his head to the side, watching as it stood stock still and calculated. "... Do you… uhm. Is this…?" He shook his head. "Sorry, I should just… go. This isn't– I'm sure I've still got time to take care of this and-" He cut himself off when V1 abruptly stepped between his knees, looming over him. "... Machine?"
It gently prodded his thigh with its foot.
He sucked in a breath. "Are- are you sure? " He may've been asking, but he already spread his thighs slightly more.
V1 nodded.
"... Alright." With that, he spread his legs as far as was comfortable.
Sliding along the plate around his thigh, it used its foot to push up his skirt. Unfortunately, said skirt quickly got caught on his armor. V1 still tried to push it further up anyway.
Gabriel laughed before reaching behind himself. "Here." A couple clicks, and he set his belt aside, various plating and all.
It pushed his skirt the rest of the way with no further issue, finally revealing the prominent tent that he was sporting. Squatting down, it just… looked.
He squirmed, moreso the longer he waited for something to happen. Under such direct focus, the way he twitched didn't go unnoticed. "I… guess you're probably a lot more practiced in violence than anything else." He laughed. "Well- I don't have room to talk, now, do I? I've- I've thought long and hard about this, and I still don't…" He fidgeted with the hem of his skirt for a moment. Then, slowly, he reached down and ran a hand over himself, breathing in through his teeth. " Fuck- Machine, I…" He froze (besides how heavy his breathing was already getting) before looking at its chest. "... V1. Right?"
It blinked at him, caught off guard.
He brought his other hand up to his face. "Is- is that too forward?"
It shook his head.
Sighing, he continued stroking himself. " Ah- V1–" He moaned, head falling forward. "I…" His voice fell to a whisper, anything with weaker hearing unlikely to pick it up- "I want you."
V1's wings flicked. Want?
He gasped as it moved his hand aside, mimicking his previous movements. Relaxing, he shifted his hips for a slightly better angle. "Thank you u - ghgh- " His helmet thunk ed against the wall behind him as the Feedbacker started massaging a wound on the unprotected stretch of his waist. " Ah-! "
It watched him closely. That clearly hurt, but he didn't seem to shy away from it- he was squirming a little more, sure, but a slight throb against its other hand quickly clarified the reason for that. V1 pressed harder.
With a choked back sound, his hips jolted forward. " V1! " He started saying more, but that immediately turned into gibberish as it started stroking him faster. "I- Iii'mmn- hah- "
Slowing back down, it slid its hand down away from that gash to rest on his hip. It kept its eye trained on his bulge while its fingers tracked down the minute gap separating the two halves of his undersuit.
"W- wait!" Gabriel grabbed onto the wrist that nearly exposed him, causing both of V1's hands to stand still. "Let… let me think."
It gently lifted its hand off of his erection (earning a little displeased sound) and patiently watched him catch his breath.
After a moment, he finally cleared his throat. "Looking directly at a being this holy was… often very dangerous for humans. Without some focus-heavy precaution on our part. You may not be one, but they did make you. Dictated your limitations, in a way." He looked right at V1 for a second before turning his head slightly down and to the side. "Is that… a risk you're willing to take…?"
It didn't even hesitate to nod.
With a light heh, he pushed himself up slightly and reached under his skirt. "Alright…" He hooked a thumb under his waistband and started sliding down.
V1 watched intently… and tilted its head as the first stretch of skin was a familiar black & magenta checkerboard pattern. It hadn't seen that since… very early testing. That was a little concerning. Maybe it should–
Its brainstorming screeched to a halt as a bright red, flashing error message sprung out from under his tights, causing it to blink its eye repeatedly.
"... Machine…?"
It squinted before leaning down closer to his crotch.
"Ah- I take it you're not experiencing any kind of… damage? "
Not looking up from its investigation, it gave him a thumbs up.
"Good, good." Gabriel waited in silence a moment before clearing his throat. "I understand it's not very common, but it's still not all that different from-"
V1 finally dipped a finger into the slit it noticed in his untextured skin, earning a surprised jolt. Looking up, it carefully pressed in further.
" Mmh- " He locked gaze with it briefly, before seeming to look at his own thigh instead. "Keep… gentle. Like that. I've never…"
Does he think I'm any more experienced with this? It nodded again, slowly working its finger into him. It was a little hard to tell exactly what it was doing with the broken graphics, but Gabriel certainly wasn't afraid to indicate what he liked at the moment. It tried adding another.
A slight change in angle had him tilting his head back against the wall with a thunk. " Fuck… " He gasped as fingers dug into his side once again. "Please-" Whatever he was about to request, if anything, it got cut off by a moan when V1 responded by fingering him a little faster.
Theoretically, it should only understand this on a technical level. A bit of basic knowledge thrown into a highly specialized machine just in case a situation crops up slightly outside of said specialization. Nobody seemed to have accounted for it potentially taking an interest. Its fans whirred loudly as it tried to fill in the gaps, almost making it hard to pick up Gabriel's moans.
"Can- aah- " He lightly placed a hand over the one currently sponging up his blood, getting V1 to look up at him. " Please, touch- fuck- " Making an embarrassed little sound, he looked away. " My dick, please, you need to touch my dick again."
It had been avoiding that because it couldn't tell the exact shape any more, due to being replaced by big blocky text. But it wound up getting it right away as soon as it slid its hand away from his side.
Gabriel's hands flew to its shoulders as it started jerking him off with the same pace it'd been fucking him with. " Mmh-! " His hips bucked forward. "Thank you, thank you, thank you- " With one long, loud moan, he clenched down hard around its fingers. He let out a few more quieter sounds before grabbing one of V1's wrists, finally stopping its movements. " That's enough, that's enough."
Pulling away, it sat back up, looking closely at its hands. The fingers that were just inside Gabriel were covered in fluid. A lot. Its wings flared out at the sight.
As Gabriel finished catching his breath, he glanced over V1's body. "You still seem… excited, Machine."
It barely heard him over the sound of its fans- it tried to get them under control before it nodded.
He laughed before running a hand up its thigh. "I'm not exactly experienced, but… can I return the favor?"
V1 knocked on the front of its pelvis and shook its head.
"... Is there… nothing there?"
It nodded.
He hummed before running his fingers over its leg some more. "Do you feel this? When I touch you?"
Nod.
"I'd like to try something, then."
Enthusiastic nod.
Leaning closer, he put both his hands on it now; the first slipping down to its inner thigh, the other running along the edges of its chest. "This craftsmanship is… fascinating. Now that I have a moment to take it all in. Interesting balance of efficient and superfluous. " His fingers dipped into the gap between its leg and its pelvis. "No wonder you can put up such an exciting fight."
V1 let out a startled beep as its hip instinctively clamped around the intrusion.
" Ow-! " Gabriel shook his hand as soon as the joint was pried open enough for him to escape. "You're lucky these gloves are fucking plated, Machine." Rubbing his sore fingers, he watched V1, still… twitching. "... Are you… sensitive? Between…?"
It made no move to confirm or deny, still trying to figure out what its body just did.
"If you… if you hold your legs down, could I do it again?"
Gathering itself back up, it planted its hands firmly on its thighs and leaned back slightly.
He placed his previously pinched hand low on its torso before reaching for its other hip. Watching its face, he ran a finger along the outer edge. The bottom shutter for its eye twitched up slightly. It beeped again when he ventured further in. "What does that sound mean?"
V1 shrugged as well as it could while still holding its legs down.
Gabriel sucked in a breath. "I…" Carefully, he moved his hand from its torso towards its other hip. "I have some theories."
It jolted with yet another beep as he started running fingers along both joints at once. The focus required to keep from clamping its hips shut again ( Why? Doesn't feel like a defensive reaction. To encourage further contact, maybe? His hands are pretty nice… ) and the distracting sensation now doubled ( Is it just how little those spaces get touched? I don't think I want this to go away… ) stretched V1's thoughts thin pretty fast.
"If I'd known it was this easy to make you fall apart…"
V1 rested its forehead on his shoulder with a clunk. It slowly took one hand and grabbed Gabriel's wound again, making a quiet laugh turn into a groan.
"That- that wasn't a threat– Well, maybe a joke one, but-" He abruptly withdrew his hands. "Wait- I'm not going to keep touching you if you don't hold both legs down, Machine."
It took a moment to catch its metaphorical breath before complying.
"Good," he muttered as he went right back to it. The jolt was bigger this time, the beep slightly higher in pitch. "Oh? Are you enjoying this?"
Part of V1 wished he was still acting shy about this whole thing. Another part found it fascinating how fast the roles flipped after he got off. The rest of it was holding on for dear life, fighting against the urge to grind into the sensation (and grind Gabriel's fingers to bits in the process).
"I…" His hands got unsteady for a moment, thinking. "I wish you could've fucked me."
V1's fans whirred louder at the mental image.
Gabriel started moving faster. "You got so worked up just from having your fingers inside me, and now this… "
If he started saying more, it couldn't tell, bucking its hips forward with sounds akin to dial-up before its mind got all jumbled up. It started smacking its head insistently against the side of his helmet once its thought started getting untangled.
He pulled back, glancing down at his hands (both completely, unsurprisingly, dry ). "... Did you…?"
It thought about it for a moment before nodding.
They looked at each other in silence for a moment before Gabriel put his face in his hands. "I can't believe I said all that."
V1 glanced down at his still exposed crotch. The error text was starting to get vertical again.
"I- it'd be laughable for the likes of me to care about purity at this point, and- well, I should make the most of my time, but that was- that was still my first-aah-! " He pulled his hands away to see V1 wrap its fingers around his cock once more. " V1… "
It stopped and tilted its head.
"... Keep… keep going."