Chapter Text
A circuit board the size of a credit card rested in my palm. The lit lamp on the nightstand ignited the bright green part, lovingly crafted by Yusei and Johnny. Placido lay on his back with his fingers interlocked behind his head. His skintight white tank top and black boxers had absolutely zero sweat compared to my navy gown, which clung to my curves. Perks of being a robot. His red and gray bangs appeared dark as maroon and black in the dim light. My pillow beside his still had drool stains on the case; he had to wake me up for this since we were on pretty opposite schedules right now.
I murmured, “Are you sure you want me to be the one to replace it? I just feel like one of the guys who actually specializes in this kind of stuff-”
He shot up and pressed a finger to my lips. The silver infinity necklace at his chest jangled. “When you go to the doctor to have a suspicious mark checked upon a compromising area of skin, would you prefer that doctor be someone who personally knows you?”
“Uh... no.” I grinned and pointed at myself. “But I personally know you!”
“Too well. That's why you're doing it.”
“Maybe I will. If you ask nicely!”
He hooked an arm around my waist, pulled me on top of him, and pressed his forehead to mine. “I can offer you something in return.”
My face flushed. “You would really rather do that than say 'please?'“
“Perhaps the easiest affirmation of my life.”
I laughed and rolled off of him. “Whatever. Just show me where it goes.”
“First of all, Rain…” He flipped onto his stomach. “You have to know this is serious.”
“You're getting me excited! Which part of the inside of you am I getting to look at?”
When he shimmied out of his underwear, I was... surprised? Actually excited? Both. Yeah, both. It was a form of torture to keep my hands off of his bare ass, but I managed. A section of his upper thigh right below the cheek extended outward as a panel and swung open like a door. White frosted out like an exhale on a winter day, and it smelled of chemicals like a blood-drawing lab. I'd seen segments of his inner workings before but it still made me dizzy to look at.
“Oh, I see the part! Uh, it's really okay to just snap it out?”
“Yes. Don't touch anything else.”
“But...” I frowned. A few vertical wires taut and exposed like tight metal springs ran down in front of the little board. I might could avoid them but it'd be as difficult as that board game Crow got us to play: Operation. Harder, actually, because I didn't have any tweezers. I reached my index finger and thumb through the minor gap between the wires. My thumbnail brushed one.
His hips jerked upwards, and he drank in breaths as if he‘d just narrowly survived drowning. He propped himself up on an elbow. Crimson flooded his face. He growled, “What did you do?”
My brows lifted. His cock hung hard, and a bead of white pre dropped onto the sheets beside another fresh stain. I murmured, “Apparently, something good.”
“Shut up,” he snapped. “I'd accuse you of doing it on purpose, but it's obvious you have no clue what you're doing.”
“Mmm, yeah, you're right.”
I jammed my fingers into the wire. His back arched like a cat, his mouth hung open and he seemed unable to draw breath. Drool dribbled over his lower lip and landed on his pillow. He grit his teeth, spun, and gripped a fistful of my gown. I wore an innocent grin.
“You're asking for it,” he breathed.
“I have no idea what you're talking about! I'm just a clueless ditz, after all!”
He pushed me down onto the mattress and said, “I’ll show you how much of a ditz you are.”
He slid his hand into my panties and fitted his index and middle fingers inside me. I spat air like a cat in a fight and clawed at the sheets. Warm lips touched my collarbone and whispered, “That’s better.”
I writhed and panted, my hands climbing his chest beneath his shirt and nails digging into his hard body. He kissed my neck and I had to bite his necklace chain to keep from whimpering too loudly. The working of his fingers radiated so much pleasure I could scream. I twined my arms around him and held his lower back. When he shifted upwards to kiss me, I tangled my fingers in his hair and reached down with the other to grab the still-open panel.
The intensity of his flinch away from me was like he’d been hit in the stomach, but that dazed, flushed, open-mouthed look on his face told a different story. While he was defenseless I shoved his shoulder down and straddled his bare hips. He clicked his tongue. Saliva streaked from the corner of his lip. “You’re cheating.”
“Cheating, he says!” I used my thumb to wipe his cheek and jawline clean. “You’re clearly having such a good time, and still not one ‘thank you.’”
He grabbed my underwear in a fist and ripped it clean in two. My mouth snapped shut in a shaky line. His fingers roamed up my thighs and sank into my hips. A corner of his mouth lifted as he said, “Here’s your thanks.”
His hard cock entered smoothly but I had to grip the headboard to keep myself in one piece. I bit my bottom lip hard and shut my eyes. Still I moaned and trembled and heat radiated through me like the core of the sun. He held me up and drew himself out slowly, slowly, and tears stung my eyes and I could shout to hurry up and shove it in me again. He froze, though, and I blinked down at him. He was gazing at my face and cupped my cheek imprinted with my criminal mark. The crinkle of his eyes was surprisingly soft. He murmured, “Cute.”
“C-cute?”
He held me by the waist again and fucked me. My heaving breaths matching the rhythm of the bedframe rocking. I didn’t close my eyes again and instead met his stare, which didn’t waver from mine. The eye contact added additional shocks to the sensation of his cock deep inside again and again and again, and when I swore I couldn’t take it anymore, I folded my torso over his and rubbed my fingers over his open panel.
“Fuck-”
He wrapped his arms around me, fingernails digging into my back as he came. His pulsing matched my own. I felt the rise and fall of his chest with his heavy breaths. With a smile, I planted a kiss upon the angry red scar on his arm, where it had to be reattached.
“Cheating,” he said again.
“Mmm. That’s fourteen pairs of underwear you owe me now.”
His sigh lifted and lowered me with the inflating of his artificial lungs. He whispered, “Rain…”
“Yeeeees?”
“Replace the damn part right this time.”