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Since leaving the IT department, they felt they were getting more opportunities to rest. If they didn't know better, they would think that The Doctor and Giblet had reached some kind of agreement to ensure the Employee got as much rest as possible, even avoiding sending them on journeys alone. The thought itself seemed absurd, so they pushed it to the back of their mind. Even so, it made their chest swell with a little warmth.
The three decided to take another rest break. But this time, Giblet didn't sit down. Instead, the experiment continued toward a ventilation duct near the floor, saying he had some things to do first, but that he would meet the two of them elsewhere.
As soon as they saw Giblet's silhouette disappear inside the duct, the Employee stood up. Their energy had already recovered, and they felt stronger compared to when they were still in the IT department. They raised their arms, stretching their aching limbs once more to prepare for another walk.
Out of their sight, Harley watched as the action made their uniform ride up, partially exposing their abdomen and back.
The Employee let out a satisfied sound at the sensation. They turned, intending to grab the Grabpack before heading towards the door of the room, but Harley interrupted.
"Why the rush? It has barely been a minute since we arrived," Harley said nonchalantly. They raised an eyebrow. They thought Sawyer would be more than happy to move on now that Giblet, one of the slower members of the small group, had left.
I'm not that tired. They signed. I think we should move on.
They were actually feeling better than before. Not 100% yet, but they knew it would be impossible to feel completely well in that place. The last time they remembered being without injuries or any part of their body hurting was right before they first met Huggy Wuggy on the ground floor. It seemed like an eternity ago; they had been through so much since then… They pushed those thoughts away. It wouldn't do them any good to think about everything they had been through now.
While they were distracted, Harley approached one of the walls and, for some reason, lowered his body until he was sitting half-leaning against it. The Employee blinked a few times in confusion. Usually, only the Employee (and sometimes Giblet too) rested, and Harley stood, under the guise of being on guard.
He had never rested like this before, and they didn't know why he decided to do it now. After all, Harley never seemed to get tired in that robotic body.
Harley's position didn't seem comfortable; the robot's hunched posture and spinal protrusions meant his back didn't fully touch the wall, and his legs were slightly elevated and further apart than normal, probably because of the machine's inverted knees. But Harley didn't seem worried about it, perhaps because he couldn't feel the pain that would surely accompany anyone else who tried to sit that way. Instead, his eyes were focused on them.
"We have plenty of time." Harley's voice seemed laden with something they couldn't identify, but that set off alarm bells in their head. Sawyer was plotting something, and, judging by the mischievous look in his unblinking eye, it wouldn't be good. Their instincts told them to turn and leave through the door, but something in his tone made them freeze in place, even wanting to approach him, something that, while they had no idea what it was, their subconscious already knew.
Harley seemed to notice the hesitation.
"Come here, sit... closer to me." From his tone of voice, the Employee was expecting Harley to also pat the floor beside him, but instead his metal legs moved, appearing to spread themselves a little further apart, just enough for the Employee to notice.
The Employee noticed, of course, and felt heat rise in their face because of the suggestive movement and Harley's current position, along with the man's decidedly not innocent gaze. Only then did they realize that the reason Harley's metal legs were further apart was not because of the robot's inverted knees, but something Sawyer had done on purpose.
The Employee swallowed hard, but this time for a different reason. While there was nothing in the robot's groin area, the action itself spoke volumes.
They shifted their weight between their feet, more divided than ever between getting closer to the trap or moving away.
The Doctor chuckled. "Hm? Don't tell me you forgot your promise?" They needed another second to understand. Oh. Oh. So it was about that. Who would have thought that saying that impulsively in IT would have even more consequences? But they were so intoxicated by the feeling of having embarrassed Harley that they didn't think twice about promising a kiss if he behaved well. And they were still stupid enough not only to not give the "reward" but also to think that Sawyer would have forgotten.
With that, Harley tilted his head slightly to the side, seeming to enjoy their reaction. His eye still like a crescent moon. And then he made an inquisitive hum, prolonging it with that irresistible voice, always present in their not-so-innocent dreams, naturally so deep and sweet and viscous like honey, now used purposefully to be seductive.
Without realizing it, they were already approaching their ex-lover, as if in a trance. The trap turned out to be a carnivorous plant, releasing juices so sweet that they couldn't resist the temptation.
They stopped just after getting close to the robot's legs, hesitating for a second before moving closer and kneeling between the legs of Harley's metal body, still careful not to touch it. At their current height, they had to rise onto their knees to get closer to their ex-lover's "face". After a brief consideration, they gave a chaste kiss to the area of the monitor where Harley's lips should have been.
The surface was warm, the way an electronic device gets warm after being used for a while. The smooth surface gave the sensation that something was wrong, but they forced that thought away from their mind, focusing on what they could do now. Harley moved his neck, as if he wanted to lean in to deepen the kiss, but, lacking lips, the action only caused the cloth covering the machine to fall and reveal the wiring around his neck.
The Employee swore they were only thinking of giving a single kiss and pulling away, but something about the intimacy of the moment made their lips leave the monitor screen, going instead towards Harley's neck, just below the monitor. The action made Harley let out a small, surprised sound. Unfortunately, because of their proximity to the monitor's audio output, the small, soft sound sounded more like a terrible hiss. Involuntarily, they pulled away immediately, falling completely to their knees and placing a hand over the affected ear.
Sawyer's eye widened before he looked away and lowered his head slightly. At that moment, Harley's situation had never been so apparent to the two of them.
Harley would never admit to hating his new situation, beyond the anger that his transformation had been against his will and not his own choice. Why should he? Now he was stronger, taller, had more power and control over the factory than before. Nothing was the same as before, but the blessings were the same as the curses.
Because nothing was the same as it was before, when they were still lovers. Where Harley was a little shorter and less fortunate in terms of physical strength than the Employee, now the man was trapped either in a monitor or in a nearly three-meter-tall robot that could lift them with one hand.
Harley still remembers the feeling when he woke up after everything. The dread of not feeling any of his limbs, trapped in a machine, at the mercy of his "colleagues"-
His thoughts are interrupted by another light kiss, right on the corner of his monitor. Harley looks at his partner, who is looking at him with a gentle smile, their eyes full of understanding and apology. It was nothing, don't worry. They signed, then resumed kissing Harley. On the screen. In the corner of his eye. In the corners of the monitor. Harley wanted to reciprocate, but he contented himself with caressing his partner's back.
The Employee saw Harley's eye close, like that of a contented cat. And the soft sounds he made could also be compared to purring. Without realizing it, they moved even closer to Harley, until their knees were pressed against his pelvis. The robot's groin piece pressed directly against theirs, making their growing problem even more apparent. They let out a small groan at the contact and pulled away slightly from Sawyer's monitor, still holding it in their hands. Harley didn't seem to react, as if the contact didn't affect him.
Harley must have noticed their pause, because the man opened his eye. The Employee cleared their throat, a little hesitant to ask. Are you going to... feel anything? They knew that the issue of Harley's robotic body was delicate, especially after what had just happened. They held back a shudder as they remembered the shock of watching that cassette tape, recorded right after Harley discovered exactly what he had been transformed into against his will.
Despite their concerns, Harley simply shrugged. "It's not like I built this body with that intention." He playfully ran his fingers through the hair on the nape of his ex-lover's neck, which made them shiver at the sensation. "Or do you think I have nothing else to occupy myself with down here?" He spoke with a playful tone, glancing to the side and placing his free hand under his monitor, as if considering something. "Besides, I've never had a reason to find ways to satisfy myself physically."
With a mischievous smile, they signed. Not even when you were thinking about me? If Harley was thinking about them. The Employee decided to ignore that thought.
Harley coughed, as if caught off guard, but recovered. "In fact, even though I was previously curious to test possible theories in that regard, I have heard that having another's hands on your body certainly produces better results." With that, Sawyer made direct eye contact with them. "How about we try that theory now?"
The Employee's eyes widened, their mouth felt dry and salivating at the same time. Their member throbbed with anticipation. Why was Harley so aroused?
Even almost twelve years ago, their relationship had never depended on sex. Sawyer wasn't someone who liked to get lost in the carnal aspects of life. Despite this, they had indeed had sexual relations.
During their first time, the Employee thought that, with the man's ego, Harley would never accept being under them. They didn't care about that, but, to their (pleasant) surprise, Harley not only wasn't ashamed of being under them, but also seemed to enjoy the times it happened. He liked taking the lead anyway, but the Employee would never imagine that the much-feared scientist could also be so...
They didn't have time to finish their thought because Harley decided to take advantage of their surprise to put his hand under their ruined uniform. The Employee yelped, feeling the slightly warm metal on their back. Harley made a point of running his hand over their muscles, as if tracing and identifying each one. They trembled as his hand moved down one side of their body to their chest. Sawyer's hand was large compared to their body, even with their muscular physiques and height.
Harley took his time caressing their chest and abdomen with his open palm, exploring their body and becoming familiar with the changes after so many years. The Employee didn't know how many times they had missed the contact, and now that they finally had it, they felt like they were about to melt. Harley's other hand still played with their hair and the nape of their necks carefully, making them close their eyes and let out a contented sigh.
Seeing their reaction, Sawyer's eye narrowed. He, too, had missed his partner's company.
And then, Sawyer moved his hand down until he reached their pant. He touched the button with his index finger and used his middle and ring fingers to play with the zipper, tracing its teeth without bothering to open it. The Employee made a displeased sound, opening their eyes and frowning. Harley was teasing them.
Well, they weren't going to let it go easily. If Harley wanted to test what made him feel good in that metal body, they were determined to discover the things that would make him squirm with pleasure until his sharp tongue locked in his mouth.
The Employee decided to start exploring Sawyer's body with their hands, caressing the metal plates. The Doctor let out a huff. Finally, his beloved had decided to accept the challenge.
Sawyer's hand suddenly moves, lightly pressing against their erection. Their startled groan turn into a grunt as the hand retracts before they can press against the metal. They clench their fist and hit Harley's leg in irritation. It's not forceful or intended to hurt (as if Harley could feel pain), but more of a reprimand; after all, Harley started all this in the first place. The man has the audacity to laugh.
"Eager, angel? We're just getting started~" He moved his metal legs closer to his body, adjusting against the wall into a better position. Taking advantage of how the movement made the robot's legs rise even higher, they quickly moved closer to Harley's body, inserting their knees even further into the gap between the robot's thighs and the floor, finally pressing their groins against each other.
The Employee gritted their teeth to avoid making a sound. Finally, the contact they had wished for. The Employee grinded against the metal piece of the Doctor's "groin."
Harley couldn't really feel things with his metal bodies. He'd never missed it more than now. But he was feeling something, something that made his breath catch for a moment when his lover- ex-lover, he corrected himself - touched him. A phantom sensation, as if he could actually feel the warmth of the other's body, feel the stimulus of movement in the region where his private parts should be.
But it still wasn't enough.
The Employee forced themself to focus on their previous task. They weren't going to lose themself in their own pleasure without first making Harley feel it too. So they forced themselves to slow down, reducing the pace of their hips. They focused first on the Doctor's lower body, running their hands over the metal of his legs. Exploring the joints of Sawyer's body, their fingers touched a wire between his leg and pelvis. Immediately, they felt Harley's body tense. The man moved his head slightly, his eye closing momentarily from the sensation.
They released the wire, but left that hand nearby. Good? They signed using only their other hand. Harley made a confirming sound, closing his eye again. "Please continue, I feel this will produce good results."
They felt their eye twitch involuntarily. Harley was still using his normal vocabulary.
With a new wave of determination, they inserted their fingers into the same gap and grasped one of the cables between their thumb, index, and middle fingers. Unaware of how sensitive they were, the Employee merely stroked the cable. Harley reacted, his body trembling slightly. They continued the action, slowly stroking the length they could reach and switching between cables and wires of varying textures and thicknesses. One in particular seemed to be made of rubber, and the material was tempting to press, so that's what they did, lightly digging their fingernail into it. Sawyer made a choking sound, his other leg stretching and contracting, the piston involuntarily activating.
Reflexively, they withdrew their hand, fearing that the piston in that leg would also fail and crush their fingers, but that particular leg only twitched, as if Harley was holding back to prevent that from happening. This made them smile slightly, rising onto their knees and giving Harley a quick, grateful kiss on the screen. He looked away, one of his hands returning to their back and giving a small squeeze.
They were so proud that Harley still showed consideration for them, even after all the bad things they had done to each other.
Still with that warm feeling in their chest, the Employee decided to shift their focus to a new area. Their gaze rose and they noticed that in the robot's chest area there were modifications that weren't there in the models they had faced before. There were exposed wires and cables, but they decided to test something else first. Opening their mouth, they licked one of the metal plates. Noticing this, seemingly only by sight and not by feeling it, Harley gave a short chuckle.
"It would be wise to be careful, this machine hasn't been in good condition for some time and it could be dangerous if you cut your tongue on something sharp and rusty. You wouldn't want to get infected with the Clostridium tetani in this place, would you?" Sawyer said in an amused tone. His hand went to their hair, absentmindedly massaging their scalp.
They huffed. Knowing Harley, using the scientific name was completely unnecessary. They rolled their eyes and glared at the man, staring at the crescent-shaped eye on the monitor.
"Ah, forgive my slip-up. I should have guessed you wouldn't know the scientific name of the bacteria that causes tetanus—" The Employee takes advantage of Harley's distraction to lick the length of one of the cables on his chest. The effect is immediate. Harley's dialogue is interrupted by a surprised groan, so abrupt it couldn't be contained. Harley's fingers tightened in their hair and his toes curled in pleasure.
The Employee felt a wave of satisfaction as he heard Harley's last word come out broken, giving a victorious smile.
Meanwhile, Harley brought their head closer to his chest, as if encouraging them to repeat what they had done. They let themself be guided, also taking their free hand to hold one of the cables in the area.
They enveloped one of the cables with their mouth, rolling their tongue around it while using their fingers to trace another cable from top to bottom, lightly scratching with a fingernail. Sawyer gasped, and they felt his fingers twitch briefly in their hair.
Harley's other hand slipped between their bodies, reaching for their pants and finally unbuttoning and unzipping them. The relief from the pressure was divine. The Employee groaned as they felt his hand wrap around their member.
His hand was so large it almost completely covered the member, even though Harley knew - from experience, he smugly thought - that it wasn't small.
Being careful with his own strength, Harley began to move his hand. The Employee gasped, momentarily pausing the movements of their own hands. Then, they decided to drop what they were doing with their hands and looked at Harley's neck. They knew that area would also be sensitive, considering the previous reaction. An idea popped into their head, which made a mischievous smile spread across their face.
Harley saw, but had no idea what his partner was thinking. They rose onto their knees again, approaching the wires and cables around Sawyer's neck. As soon as Harley realized what they were going to do, his eyes widened in alarm.
"Wait," their path was blocked by Harley, who stopped them with a hand gripping their shoulders, "I don't know if you forgot, but the proximity to the monitor's audio output could hurt your ears."
His ex-lover tilted their head to the side, gaze full of innocence. But the mischievous smile that spread across their face betrayed their true intentions. So do your best not to make any sound. They signed, then went straight for the wiring around Harley's neck.
The Employee felt their ex-lover tremble, whether from the insinuation of what they had signed or from the sensation of their lips on his neck.
They kissed the area before licking a line along the length of the cables. Harley seems to enjoy the sensation, judging by the way his head tilts back slightly, seemingly giving them more room to explore. They aren't sure if Harley can feel the moisture of the saliva or the warmth, but they think he can.
Briefly, they wonder if Harley is actually noting everything down in his mind or system, continuing the experiment, or if he's already lost in the sensations of the moment. Perhaps he's somehow recording it, given his half-biological, half-robotic nature. Would Harley revisit this moment in the future? Maybe, to analyze and conclude the experiment. But right now they think they wouldn't be so reluctant to agree if Harley directly asked them to repeat the "experiment."
Focusing on the task at hand, the Employee alternates their treatment between the two sides of Sawyer's neck. Something primal deep within them urged them to leave a mark there, a reminder of what the two had done together and a clear message of what happened for anyone who saw it. They know they can't, but that didn't stop them from feeling a little disappointed.
They always liked leaving marks on Harley, even though the man complained and was very strict in insisting that they don't leave them in a visible place. But it was something about how Harley would act so superior and distant in the lab, all while his lab coat hid the evidence of what happened between the two of them the night before, as if he hadn't been utterly demolished by a lower-ranking employee of the same company.
With these thoughts in mind, they chose one of the thickest and most resistant cables to put in their mouths. Carefully, controlling their strength for fear of being electrocuted, they bit the cable. Harley's body tensed beneath them, but the only sound that escaped was a low exhalation. They pulled back, admiring how the cable had deformed slightly. It wasn't the same, but it served as a mark. After all, while skin regenerates, the cable would hold that shape for much longer. Even if the two of them grow apart again, when Harley eventually repairs that robotic body, he will see the imprint they left there, a lasting reminder of what they did together.
That thought only made them more excited.
At the same time that the Employee mouths the cables around Sawyer's neck, one of their hands returns to his chest. They stroke the wires, spreading the saliva they had left there before. Harley tilts his head to the other side, his eye closing from the sensation. Feeling blindly, they find a handful of wires and, abruptly, hook their fingers behind them and pull. Immediately, Harley's legs tighten around their body, the movement of his hand on their member stopping. They hear Harley moan, something loud and broken. The sound is like a melody to them, and they wouldn't mind hearing that terrible hiss if it were so.
Curiously, however, the hiss doesn't come, even after the sound. They realize Harley must have switched the sound output at the last minute to the one in the room they were in. As a result the sound echoed, louder than it should have.
They planned to continue, but Harley lowered his monitor, carefully resting it on top of their head. "My, my, who taught you to be so cruel?" He rubbed affectionately against their head. He really does look like a cat, they thought. Well, since the man was being so good and affectionate, they would abandon the idea of torturing him a little longer. Maybe next time, if there is one.
Lowering themself again, they returned their attention to the wiring on the robot's chest. The change in position facilitated access to their member, which Harley continued to stroke, increasing the rhythm slightly, causing them to groan.
With one hand they resumed fiddling with the wires and cables at the junction between the Doctor's other leg and pelvis, gently pulling some wires along the way. Their mouth returned to the wires and cables, now on the other side of the chest. At some point, Harley again grasped the nape of their neck, pressing and guiding their head. They nibbled at the wires and cables, sucking them into their mouth, the strange taste of dust and plastic long since forgotten. And now that he was free to make sounds again without the risk of hurting his partner, Harley was letting out the sweetest moans and groans.
The Employee noticed that some wires were glistening with their saliva. They approached these wires and cables, exhaling a little warm air directly onto them. Harley gasped, his breath catching for a moment. At the same time, Sawyer slowed the pace of his hand on their member, using his thumb to trace small circles on the head. They let out a gasping sound, feeling their climax approaching. A glance at Harley made them realize that he shouldn't be too far from climax either, or in this case the equivalent in his robotic body.
In a hurry, they kissed one of the cables on Harley's chest, briefly checking the thickness and material of the cable before biting it. At the same time, the fingers embedded in the junction of Harley's leg and pelvis caught on a handful of wires, pulling. Harley's moan mingled with the sounds of the metal creaking, while Harley's back arched as much as it could, given the position and the metal protrusions on his back. The monitor screen turned blue for a second, alternating with monochromatic and colored glitches.
The Employee felt, more than saw, Harley's entire body tremble. This, combined with the movements of his hand on their member, caused them both to reach climax, a groan being ripped from the back of their throat.
They collapsed onto Sawyer's body, who quickly wrapped both arms around them, holding them close.
The two remained like that for a while, enjoying each other's long-missed company as they recovered. The metal of Harley's body was warm and not very comfortable, but they couldn't care less. The discomfort was a small price to pay to finally hold Harley again.
Well, they were the one being held, but that's not so relevant.
Harley brought his legs closer to his body, lowering his head, wanting to be as close as possible to his partner. Despite the general lack of sensation in his body, Harley swore he could feel a warmth spreading through his being, whether from the human's body heat or the comfortable moment.
It wasn't long before the Employee began to shift, slightly bothered by the drying fluids. Harley noticed and, straightening up, grabbed the fabric covering his body and tore a piece off. Carefully, he used it to clean their uniform and pants, deliberately slowing down when the cloth touched their front. Harley used more pressure and intention than he should have to clean their chest and abdomen, tracing the muscles teasingly. They trembled at the sensation and were quick to snatch the cloth from Harley's hand.
"Sensitive?" Harley teased. They huffed, using the piece of cloth to wipe their own now limp and sensitive member. Then they cleaned the areas of Harley's body that had been stained. When they finished, Harley was expecting them to throw the cloth away, but they went further. Using a clean part of the cloth, they gently dragged the fabric along the wires and cables of Harley's chest, wiping away the remaining saliva. It wasn't necessary, but they did it for revenge, feeling his hand tighten on their backs.
Before throwing the cloth away, they made a point of running their hand along one of the cables. They traced the small deformation their bite had created, watching with pleasure the way Harley gasped in surprise.
Sensitive? They signed with a smirk, discarding the cloth aside.
Now it was Harley's turn to huff.
The Employee chuckled softly. They straightened their uniform and zipped up their pants, but didn't stand up. Instead, they adjusted their body until their back was to Harley. Then, they leaned until their back touched Sawyer's front and rested against him. Harley quickly wrapped his arms around them again, pulling them even closer and resting his "chin" lightly on the top of their head once more. They closed their eyes for a moment, feeling content.
As an afterthought, Harley suddenly spoke. "Now that the experiment is complete, I can say it was a... success." He sighed. "However, even with the satisfactory results, I think it wouldn't hurt to repeat this experiment in the future." They let out a small laugh, holding Harley's hand in theirs and intertwining their fingers.
The minutes passed. They both knew they would have to get up sometime, but neither of them made a move to leave. They could allow themselves to spend a few minutes in the presence of their beloved, after all.