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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Major_Character_Death, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Brobot/Jake_English, Jake_English/Brobot
  Character:
      Brobot, Jake_English, Crabdad, Spidermom, Dirk_Strider
  Additional Tags:
      Violence, Blood, Gore, Angst, Robosex, Dirty_Talk, Fingering, Alternate
      Universe, Wrestling, Humor
  Series:
      Part 1 of Transdimentional_Constants
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-04-22 Chapters: 6/6 Words: 38277
****** Pilfering a Heart ******
by Cendree, Fangirl0
Summary
     Jake English has to hunt down the remaining component for the rabbit
     he's worked so hard on: Brobot's heart of uranium. He didn't expect
     so many obstacles and ends up having to face not only giant monsters
     and a fighting robot, but also his own reservations. Can he really
     take the heart of a robot he just realized has emotions, even after
     said robot confesses love for him and genuinely means it?
     And what will Brobot's creator think of all of this when he finds
     out?
Notes
     We actually started this story months ago, as a Trollmegle/Trollplay
     rp, before Dirk was even introduced by name, so a lot of this is
     already in AU territory. In this, Brobot has AI and can speak. Other
     than that, this mostly just takes place after Jake's conversation
     with Roxy before he goes on the hunt for Brobot.
***** In which Jake English gains and loses a father figure. *****
Jake trudges his way through the thick jungle of his island residence, ready to
draw his pistols at any moment as he searches for the infernal contraption that
is Brobot. Perhaps with the Novice setting switched back on by Lalonde, it
won't be so difficult to incapacitate it and take the uranium. If he can ever
find it, that is, but what else is he to do since the real Strider and his
infuriating auto responder won't simply donate to the cause and are encouraging
him in going through this goose chase?

"SKREEEEEE."

The loud and sudden cry causes Jake to gape at the giant crabdad in
astonishment, pulling his pistols out of his sylladex for strifing him into
submission. He quickly fires with wild abandon at the creature.

Crabdad is furious at this hornless grub who is insisting on sending searing
hot objects into his poor crabby carapace. He "SKREEE"s again to voice this
fury and skiddles towards Jake menacingly. And bloodily.

He intends to give you some serious coddling when he gets you in his claws,
Jake.

"Whoa!" Jake backs up a little bit, reloading and continuing his barrage. "Go
away, you blasted creature!"

"Skreeeee?" Crabdad is slowly becoming aware of his life-threatening wounds.
He's a crab so he isn't really capable of fully processing it, but it is
coming. He reaches a claw towards Jake, fully intending on smoothing out this
violent grub's unruly cowlick that is so messy looking Jake, seriously.

Jake looks up at the large carapaced fauna in confusion at the gentler and more
confused "skree". He's a bit too stunned to react with more bullets when the
large claw approaches him and starts to smooth out his hair a bit. Is it...
being friendly? He looks even more confused. Usually the crabdad things are
violent shits.

Crabdad just wants to love you, son who isn't really related to him in any way.
Crabdad is a father to all. You have some dirt on your shorts, Jake, when was
the last time you did laundry? "SKREEEEEEEEE?!" he demands. And oh shit now you
have blood all over your shirt because Crabdad has suffered numerous wounds at
the hands of this little grubby wubby wumpkins and is bleeding quite profusely.

Jake is entirely baffled by the nagging cries from Crabdad, not used to any
doting or coddling from even a human. He guiltily takes off his over-shirt,
wiping some of the excess blood off of the large creature in apology. He's
bleeding quite a bit, but Jake sort of doubts it'll kill him. The crabdads are
tough and this is a moderately large one. "Sorry, chap. Didn't know you were
trying to be sociable."

"SKREE." Crabdad has no idea what your mouth noises are, but they sound much
less hostile than before, which is good because manners are important and he
was going to give you a lesson in that if you didn't knock that yelling
shooting shit off, you little bugger.

"SKREE SKREE SKREE SKREEEE!" YOU ARE RUINING YOUR OVER-SHIRT JAKE DO YOU KNOW
HOW HARD IT IS TO GET BLOOD OUT OF CLOTHES. Crabdad snatches the shirt away
from Jake and tries to clean it in his many fanged jaws.

The human watches, still completely unsure of how to take all of this. Is
Crabdad trying to... eat the shirt? That's kind of gross, considering it's
covered in his blood. Not only that, but it's kind of sad if the creature is
starving. Jake gives him a sympathetic pap, feeling even more guilty. Crabdad
must've snuck up on Jake in the hopes of procuring food. "I feel like such a
heel now..."

Crabdad spits the shirt out into his claws and inspects it with his four eyes
dubiously. His eyesight pretty much sucks because he's a crustacean and that is
probably a good thing because it looks clean to him, despite being still soaked
in blood. He isn't angry with Jake though, since he was able to launder the
shirt to his crabby standards. The shirt is dumped onto Jake, covered with
whatever fluid crabdads have in their mouths.

"SKREE SKREE." He skrees his approval and accepts the paps with some satisfied
claw clicks. He probably wouldn't mind food, too.

"Eeew..." Jake shudders unpleasantly at the feel of the overshirt, but he gets
the feeling it's probably not a good idea to throw it away in front of Crabdad.
He takes out a granola bar, one of his few non-canned food items since he
doesn't have uranium for his cookilizer or refrigerator, and unwraps it,
offering the bit of food to Crabdad. It's the least he assumes he can do for
harming it and the bar is just a snack, so hopefully he can go back to hunting
for his own food, as is appropriate for crabdads. "I'm not sure if you'll find
this very favorable, but it's plain so it shouldn't hurt you."

Is that a WHOLE BAR OF ROE FUCK YES?!?! "SKREE?!?" Crabdad daintily
clawdumptrucks that fucker into his gaping maw. OH SHIT GROSS THIS IS NOT ROE.
"SKREEEEEEEE!!" Crabdad's manners are impeccable so he does not immediately
spit this shit out all over Jake in a humorous way. Instead he swallows it and
blinks at Jake in the most disappointed way he can. Son. Son. Why have you fed
me this non-fish eggy loking thign. What are you feeding yourself? This cannot
be GOOD NUTRITION. Does Crabdad need to catch you some shrimp? "SKREE?" He
pinches your arm to see if you have lost weight. You know. In these past couple
of minutes.

Jake flinches a little bit at the careful pinch, still unused to the weird
doting from Crabdad and being a bit worrisome about the large friendly creature
suddenly turning on him while he's at his most vulnerable. This is all kinds of
surreal, but not entirely unpleasant. At least Crabdad really does seem like a
nice sort. Almost... really paternal or something. At least, that's what Jake
figures. It's not like he's ever had an actual father or even father figure
past fictional characters before. Jake tilts his head in a confused way and
says, "Sorry, but I can't really understand your banter."

Poor Jake. Crabdad feels sorry that you never knew the love of a crabdad until
now. Or at least he would if he knew that Jake didn't have a father or that he
was not fully accepting Crabdad as his own paternal guardian. He can sort of
understand the confusion in Jake's voice and tilts his head, mirroring the
grub's action. "SKREE?" Crabdad just assumed that his little baby crabby boy
would know Crabspeak. Crabdad guesses he doesn't actually remember ever
teaching his grubby shnookums how to speak though, so maybe this whole Crab/Son
relationship will be more difficult. Crabdad clicks his claws at Jake, then
taps one of his claws into his soft human wittle belly boo, then pinches Jake's
arm again.

Crabdad wants you to eat, Jake. You are skin and bones, mister! Where is that
non-roe cube/rectangle?!

Jake looks at his belly for a moment where Crabdad poked him, feeling another
gentle pinch on the arm. Is he trying to inquire about his own food consumption
or something? The teen shrugs a bit at that, replying, "Erm. It's alright, if
you're asking about food I've eaten. I have plenty of canned items to consume
for now. Maybe when the whole rabbit debacle is over, I can acquire some
uranium from Strider again so that I can hunt and cook more properly without a
big fuss. It's nothing to flip shit over."

It's not even like Crabdad will understand all of that, but maybe the fact that
Jake's trying to interact with him will please him. It certainly seems like
Crabdad's trying to communicate with him, even if it's mostly failing
miserably.

Crabdad certainly is pleased at these weird little mewls coming from his
beloved spawn's not fangy mouth. He's so adorable with his tiny baby talk.
Though all that the noises mean to Crabdad is that baby is ready to learn some
proper scuttling techniques in the wilderness. How else is his precious sweetie
pumpkin roecakes supposed to survive without him? It's time to learn, Jake!
"SKREE SKREE SKREE SKREE, SKREE!" Crabdad picks up the comparatively small
human in his claw and begins to shuffle deeper into the jungle.

"H-hey!" Jake exclaims in surprise, clinging to the claw so he doesn't fall
down or something. "Where in blazes are you taking me!?"

He watches the area as Crabdad shuffles around to a more proper scuttling area.
Maybe once Crabdad puts him down, and if things look too unpleasant, he can
escape in the correct direction home. He carefully notes any and all potential
landmarks he can think of.

"SKREE." Crabdad chirps happily in response. What a pleasant day for a crabdad/
son stroll in the wilderness of hellmurder island. The air is so fresh and the
fauna so frightening. A couple of fairy bulls whiz by and Crabdad snaps his
claw at them, hoping to land a delicious morsel for the road. Crabdad knows
just the place to scuttle for the first time and luckily it is fairly close by,
but the jungle here is very, very dense, which makes it hard for a large
crustacean to move. It probably would be filled with great hiding places, if
Jake ever wanted to make a run for it, but why would he? Crabdad is filled with
nothing but love and blood-like fluids.

But wait! Crabdad senses something in the underbrush! His crab senses are all
a-snapping and shit!

OH SHITFUCK A GIANT SPIDER!

Where the fuck is that thing's web? Shouldn't they have seen it? Probably! A
spider this big must have had a huge web! How was this thing even hiding in the
underbrush?

Crabdad does not have the mental capacity to ponder this, nor does he have the
time. He's gonna get snappy on this spider and protect his little wooby woo.
"SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!" The battle-cry that shook the heavens. The call of
the Crabdad.

"Ahhh!" Jake is not amused by the fucking huge spider or the fact that his
adoptive crabdad is totally flipping his shit. Where's that infernal Brobot
when you need it!?

Jake gets dropped gently behind Crabdad's carapace, and with a couple of taps
and clicks and a gentle smoothing of Jake's silly hair with much crustacean-
y love and tenderness, Crabdad forms a wall of fatherly protection against this
8-eyed foe. "SKREEE!" Crabdad is moving in, going for the squishy bug parts
with his magnificent claws.

Jake looks up at Crabdad with a startled look. He's genuinely protecting him
from that ginormous spider. Some backup would be nice though, so Jake screams,
"Brobot, you fucker! If you're out there, THERE'S AN ASTRONOMICALLY SIZED
SPIDER HERE!"

Normally, Jake would be all for spidery stuff and, hey, this would be something
straight out of one of those kaiju films (if sized down a bit), but he doesn't
want for Crabdad to get hurt. Truth be told, he finds the odd creature
endearing and would much rather see him safe.

Crabdad fury hath no bounds, fueled by the obviously distressed but still
entirely nonsensical baby blather spewing from his adorable little darling's
mouth. His are the claws of justice and paternity, going in for chunks of that
spiderbeast, who is spitting all kinds of horrible toxins and attempting to
bite the fuck out of Crabdad. It looks pretty fucking awesome, seriously.
Battle of the century. And it appears as though Crabdad has the upper hand, er,
claw.

But then! A trap! The spiderbitch has spun a web of lies and deceit and
actually just a web! Crabdad is stuck! The spider is moving in for a bite that
will almost surely crack the crab and fill him with deadly stuff!

Jake pauses in his fretful calls to watch the battle because, well... it's not
a proper giant monster battle because of the moderate downgrade in size, but
it's pretty damn epic regardless of scale. When things take a turn for the
worse for Crabdad, Jake watches with horror. What's going to happen to his poor
adoptive father figure thing?! Who can stop this?! Perhaps...

A pair of totally sweet red glowing shades appear, creating a really badass
effect in the darkness of this jungle. Like crazy cool. There is an eerie red
hue that gets cast on at least a pretty large portion of the setting, since by
the way it is supposed to be a dark jungle and this is a light source. Crabdad
and Spidermom have to actually stop what they are doing to provide a proper
entrance ambiance for this really cool dude... err. Robot.

Jake takes the moment of distracted awe to remember he has his pistols in his
sylladex and plenty of ammo captchalogued away. He pulls out his weapons and
attempts shooting at the spiderbitch.

Never fear, Jake. Brobot is here. Oh well, actually it seems that you are
shooting away so, cool. I'm just going to jump in too, hope that's alright.
Even if it isn't I'm going to do it anyway, so whatever dude. Brobot leaps
like, 50 feet in the air. In slow motion. Spiderbitch who is being filled with
all kinds of bullets and stuff doesn't even know what to do, so she just stands
there stupidly on 7 legs since Crabdad totally ripped off one of them in their
epic battling. Crabdad skrees in awe.

Brobot comes down from the cloud that he managed to fly high enough to stand on
in a non-literal sense because clouds are not solid. The sun reflects off of
his metal shell in a way that makes little rainbows shoot everywhere and
everyone looking at him is blinded by the lurid glare of his sunglasses being
useful. He raises his really sharp and not shitty sword over his head like a
fucking samurai or something as he descends, making a beeline for the spider,
who is seriously a huge target and even if he sucked at swords, which he
doesn't, it would be impossible to miss.

Jake stops firing once Brobot gets close enough to Spiderbitch. He doesn't want
to harm the robot, considering he has the uranium needed for the rabbit, and
Jake just doesn't want to possibly hurt him if that's possible. Brobot's the
closest he's had to real human contact in... ever, really. Can't help but have
a little bit of compassion despite having to deactivate him at least for a
while. He watches in awe along with Crabdad as Brobot closes in on Spiderbitch
for the kill.

The bullets rain around Brobot before stopping just as this cinema gold moment
begins. The sword is brought down in front of Brobot right as he lands on the
spider's enormous abdomen, dropping to one knee. The sword is driven into the
spiderskin like a toothpick into an olive and Brobot's glasses shine
victoriously red as the horrible spider...

explodes.

Cerulean guts fly everywhere, bits of spider exoskeleton rain from the sky.
Crabdad eats the ones that get close enough.

Brobot drops to the ground, covered in blue.

"Guuh!" Jake curls into a bit of a ball when he sees the Spiderbitch bits fly
everywhere. He's still in the splash zone for sure and gets drenched in
cerulean blood and guts. Gross...

Yes, it is pretty gross. Crabdad loves it. Brobot is made out of metal so he
doesn't really care. He makes sure his shades stay clean though.

Jake frowns at the mess, flailing it off of his arms before brushing various
squishy... chunks off of himself. That was definitely something.

Yes it certainly was. Crabdad has managed to yank himself free and has spotted
you, Jake. He gives a loud skree of recognition and then a skree of fatherly
concern for your wellbeing. Like, "SKREE! SKREEEE SKREE!" He sees you covered
in spidergoo. That is NOT GOOD. Crabdad is pretty sure this stuff will stain,
not to mention it might be toxic even though that hasn't stopped him from
eating it.

Jake looks over at the concerned Crabdad with a small grin. "I'm alright.
Really." Not that he'll understand a goddamn word still.

Crabdad skuttles towards you, preparing for a joy-filled reunion of crab and
son. He can't wait to coddle you in his claws, Jake. His little Jakey Wakey
fluffy numnum crustykins.

Unfortunately, Brobot does not seem to want this heartwarming scene to occur.

This isn't some movie, Crabdad. You aren't going to get to pinch your boy's
cheeks or snap at his hair or do his laundry in your mouth anymore.

Jake stands up, grinning at the approaching Crabdad despite the gross spider
goo everywhere. It's nice that he's alright even if he still doesn't get the
adoptive father figure thing.

This is a clearly hostile creature, just like all creatures on this fucked up
island. That's why you're here, ultimately. To protect Jake. Because despite
the dude being heavily armed, he still needs someone to watch his back. Like a
true brother. Someone who never sleeps. A robot, if you will. Or maybe. A
Brobot.

Crabdad doesn't even have time to skree before the sword slices him in two. If
he did have time to skree, his last skree would be, "I love you, son." which
actually just sounds like, "SKREEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

Brobot wipes his sword on some nearby leaf, completely nonchalant-like.

Jake blinks awkwardly for a moment before kind of collapsing backwards on his
butt. What the fuck just happened here? For a brief moment in time, he sort of
had a father figure, maybe. Jake looks over at Brobot with a frown and plainly
says, "That was frigging awful."

Brobot looks at Jake in a totally robotic and suave manner. His robot-y aura
seems to exude coolness. Jake, he totally just killed two vicious beasts, no
big deal. He seriously doesn't care that much, actually.

Jake rolls his eyes at the cool robot aura. It's impressive and stuff, but poor
sliced in half Crabdad. He frowns a little at the crabdad corpse. Poor guy...
Well, poor giant crab creature thing that wanted to adopt the human as a kid.

Brobot would probably think it was kind of sad too if he weren't a tin can
without feelings. Oh wait, he actually does have feelings but those
lususbitches be steppin' and Brobot needed to show them the line. Which was
made by his sword cutting through them. "Hey. I heard you need some uranium or
something?"
***** In which Brobot offers his heart. *****
Jake wipes off his glasses a little more, his eyes widening slightly in
surprise. Is Brobot going to offer him the uranium or something? Maybe the
coolbot has a spare supply or something, but he's a bit skeptical. "I do. To
finish the project I've been working on."

The idea of having to take the Brobot's power source kind of sucks, considering
he's the only person (?) to talk to or hang out with on the whole island. Even
though he's about as agitating as the auto responder, maybe he even is and Jake
just doesn't know that, along with with his penchant for being... strangely
tender when wrestling with Jake, it's nice to not be alone.

Oh, Jake, as if Brobot would actually just hand over the uranium, even if he
did have a reserve supply in his roboty den which totally exists somewhere.
This bot is a fighter and Jake is gonna have to WERK to get those rocks.

The robot boy tilts his head, goo still coating his shiny metal body. He looks
sort of annoyed if that is something robots were even capable of looking like.
"Yeah, I've heard all about your bunny. I know your old-school, rough and
tumble ways may not fully grasp the complexity of this digital brommunications
network but word gets around. To you I'm just a robotic representation of a
really rad dude, grinding my gears in the jungle while waiting for you to
beckon me like your island fisticuffs butler, but I still keep track of your
shit, Jake. Anyway, whatever. Uranium. You know where to get it."

Brobot simply stands there, head still tilted.

Jake eyes the robot cautiously, taking a small step closer before realizing
something. He groans in agitation, "You're not just going to give it up easily,
by any chance, are you?"

With his luck, Brobot's probably going to challenge him to wrestle since he's
on Novice and the human can stand some sort of chance. This will be so awkward
if that's the case... It appears that all Striders love to watch him squirm in
discomfort. Strider and his auto responder both wanted him to work for it, so
Brobot is probably no big deviation. Horsefeathers!

"What do you think, Jake? I mean you were the one who lovingly pieced me
together with those trembling and clammy hands for the supposed sole purpose of
then slamming said hands into my sleek and glistening metal exterior. You
should know me better than anyone." Brobot continues to stand still, perhaps
curious to see what Jake will do.

"Way to make me sound like a malicious piece of work! I am trying to be more
understanding of this whole frigging AI feelings thing. I know you've heard
about that from auto responder with that hive-mind brommunication business, or
you're the same thing, I'm not really sure which," Jake spouts out in a huff,
crossing his arms and ew that feels so goddamn gross with the Crabdad saliva
and blood, plus the Spiderbitch blood. He shudders unpleasantly.

"Honestly, I'm not exactly thrilled myself since you're the closest thing to
human interaction and I haven't thought about it that way until now, but I
can't just sit on my hands and wait for the uranium fairy- that totally doesn't
exist because fairies aren't real- to flit along over here and dole out some. I
have to finish the rabbit today, Strider won't spare any uranium for the sake
of being obtuse or something as usual, and I've already expended every other
source including the cookilizer and refrigerator." He sighs running a hand
through his messy bloodied hair and says, "Not that flapping my jaw like an
ingrate is going to help at this point. That information from my fit of verbal
diarrhea has been largely at your disposal to begin with. You want me to fight
you for it, right?"

Brobot does a sort of placating hand gesture. It’s kind of interesting how the
robot’s movements are so fluid and lifelike, considering he is made out of
metal. "Calm your tits, English. I wasn’t trying to make you out as some robo-
hater. I was merely stating that your questioning of my desire to throw you to
the ground was pointless since that sort of thing always happens when we’re
together."

That doesn’t sound sexual at all, Brobot. Good job. You definitely made it
clear that you were talking about wrestling and not ravishing. He steps
forward, leaving red and blue bloodied footprints like a total badass. His
sword shines prettily at his side. Brobot is ready to enter strife-mode at any
time, since, well, he’s programmed to be.

"I guess I’m sorry that we’re being so difficult," Brobot says flatly. He looks
thoughtful and maybe sad? Is sadness a thing for robots? Maybe it is just the
way the light is hitting him.

"I honestly would actually rather just hand the rocks over to you than make you
take them from me. This is just going to end with you making a bigger fucking
mess of yourself than you already have and me slowly fading from robolife in
your tender and slimy embrace as I sacrifice myself for your sake. There will
be tears. I’ll probably break your nose again," he smirks. Okay, so maybe he
isn’t sad?

"But I can’t not engage with you, Jake. So yeah, you are going to have to
forcibly take my heart." What a romantic.

"Fading from robolife...?" Jake's eyes widen at the implication. "Is this one
of those permanent deactivation things? Fuckin'... SHUCKS, buster."

He hopes that assumption isn't right and that maybe the uranium can be
replaced. Kind of some surprising information even to himself, considering he
already admitted on several occasions that Brobot's been the bane of his
existence since he put together all the parts.

Maybe the mention of the whole broken nose thing isn't supposed to help
Brobot's case; that could be his way of trying to help Jake through this though
it's as impossible to tell as how much Strider irony is used in any given
situation, but that injury happened while Brobot wasn't on the Novice setting
anyway. Jake had a penchant for avoiding Novice because of the slightly off
interactions in it that always got him flustered. He eyes Brobot warily from
the slightly shorter distance. After he gets his answer, he'll bring it and
wrestle Brobot into submission like he's apparently bandying for...

Well, that didn't sound much better than Brobot himself.

Brobot shrugs. "Permanent deactivation? Maybe. I’ve never had my uranium
removed before. For all I know I might blow the fuck up. Sometimes it’s hard to
tell what Strider had in mind when he designed me."

He’s moving closer, standing just outside of Jake’s reach. Brobot contemplates
what to do with his sword for a few seconds before deciding to throw that shit
on the ground. This battle is going be mano-a-robomano, like always. Plus
Brobot would never use his sword against Jake, especially on grope mode- he
means- Novice.

"Would you be really sad or something if I did though? I'm 99.99 repeating
percent sure that you essentially said I was nothing but a pain in your ass in
the last hour or two," Brobot said flatly, with a practically indiscernible
hint of displeasure, recalling the earlier pesterlog from his AI bro that
informed him of his upcoming deactivation. Then, mostly to himself, "I suppose
I should be thankful that you'd let me be anything in your choice ass though."

"Not that it really matters though, since I don’t care that much and it’s not
going to change the fact that you need the rock and I, being the big man, hass
it."

"You've always been a pain, you infernal machine," Jake says, but without the
usual irritation that should go with a statement like that. He never really
considered the robot a friend before, since he thought the robot was a
"soulless droid" before the auto responder even used the term (in irony or
something, he supposes, lord help him if he can ever figure that out), but...
"But you've always been around when needed like a standup gent, you're a bro
like Strider and that was clearly the intention. I daresay I'll miss the shit
out of you even with your various acts of automaton japery that drive me up a
fucking wall."

"Damn dude, you are making me feel more loved than one of the Pony Pal’s
ponies. If you start to see oil dripping down my face, don’t panic, I haven’t
blown a head gasket or some shit. No, those are real life robot tears, worth as
much as whatever OPEC has decided the price of oil is today. You best be
bottling those suckers up when they appear, they’re a non-renewable resource."
It’s pretty clear that despite Brobot’s drawn out blatherings and seeming lack
of sincerity, he really does understand and appreciate that this is tough for
Jake. He’s probably also proud that Jake is determined to go through with it,
eyeing the human as he gets into strife position.

Jake crouches just slightly, readying himself to rush the Brobot. It won't do a
damn bit of good with the robot's far superior speed, but he likes to wait for
the human to make the first move. "And I know it doesn't change anything... and
I will attempt to revive you when I have a sporting opportunity to."

"Hell yeah motherfucker, let’s do this," Brobot’s flat voice is unable to
completely contain the excitement he feels about fighting with Jake and the
robot almost smiles. These were the moments Brobot lived for, where it was just
fun and games and duking it out with his best bro and not worrying about killer
hellspiders or dadly crabmonsters. Sure, this was probably going to end with
Brobot’s deactivation and that was pretty shitty but that didn’t mean Brobot
wasn’t going to enjoy this.

Jake waits for a moment longer, allowing the robot to ready himself even if it
is a mostly useless gesture. After sufficient time has passed and Brobot
appears ready as always, the human lunges forward in an attempt to grapple the
metal menace.

As Jake comes in for a grab, Brobot turns to the side, planning on using the
boy’s momentum to force him to the ground with a firm push between Jake’s
shoulders. It’s much easier to grope Jake on the ground. He's not even going to
bother pretending that grope isn’t what he meant because clearly groping is
going to happen here.

"Whoa!" Jake does indeed get knocked to the ground with his own momentum and a
surprisingly gentle push square between his shoulder blades. It's not that he
hasn't learned his lesson, he learned very early on that this will always be
the result of Jake making the first move. The issue is that it's near
impossible, as far as he's tested, to get Brobot to move first. Even if Brobot
did go first, he always does have speed on his side. Thank goodness for the
difficulty settings. By gum, this will be awkward as usual, though. Sudden
weird tenderness is kind of a given for these sparring matches, particularly
while Jake is down.

Brobot is quick to take advantage of his fallen opponent. He attempts to pin
Jake face down, first straddling the human’s lower back to keep him in place
and then grabbing his wrists, which are annoyingly slick from all of the blood
and saliva experienced today. The robot tries to force Jake’s hands over his
head, stretching his own body over his partner’s so that his steely chest is
flush with Jake’s back and his metal head hovers near the human one.

"Sup?" Brobot’s vocal opening (a.k.a. mouth) is right next to Jake’s ear, so
his voice is more... whispery.

Even so, all of these actions are mechanical (pun so fucking intended) because
this is what happens every time. Jake needs to learn not to dive cowlicked head
first into shit, especially when he’s experienced the same dirtmunching
maneuver several times in previous spars. Brobot would be disappointed but it
is difficult not to be pleased by the human’s perpetual errors since they
demonstrate the perfection of BROBOTICS. Plus now, like always, he has the
upper hand.

Jake wriggles under Brobot in agitation, trying to slip his wrists out of the
grip currently on him. How something made of metal could be constructed to be
so light, both for the blinding speed and for being able to lay on Jake with no
more issue than a regular human presumably would, is beyond him. He freezes for
a moment at the very close whisper before struggling again. "Well, you know
very well it's not me! Egads, that is the dumbest question and you're probably
just asking to taunt me."

The human manages to free his wrists, thanks in particular to all of the
cerulean blood, though it's starting to get sticky and even grosser as time
goes by. Next time probably won't be quite that lucky. Jake pushes himself up
as hard as possible, dislodging Brobot from on top of him; this is the Novice
difficulty after all. He quickly scrambles up and pins Brobot onto the ground
in his place, one knee pressed down on the robot's back, twisting an arm back
there to try to limit his mobility while Jake's other hand keeps his head to
the ground. None of this is proper wrestling, but it's not as if Brobot's not
going to put up more of a fight regardless.

It doesn't hurt to get a little smack talk in while Jake can, though,
temporarily holding the upper hand with no pun intended. "Ha! Now I believe
we're cooking with petrol. How do you like me now?"

"I like you as much as ever, English," says Brobot, quietly because his voice
is muffled due to the fact that his face is being pushed into dirt. "I.E. a
whole fucking lot."

Man, Novice setting really brings out all of the fluffies in Brobot. "But dude,
if you had been cooking with petrol, then you might not have burned through
your uranium and where would we be now?"

Jake, you did a really good job of pinning down Brobot and he is grudgingly
impressed since Novice mode means he can’t just robo-strength himself up and
send you flying off his back. But you should be worried about the arm you left
free. It seems to be reaching for the wrist that is pinning his head. Annnd,
it’s grabbed the wrist and Brobot’s now employing a settings-appropriate level
of force and taking advantage of his magical lack of bone structure to twist
Jake’s arm in a way that is probably quite painful. He also starts to attempt
to free the pinned arm, and though Jake is quite strong, Brobot’s hoping the
pain might make the grip loosen so that he can work his arm free.

If he can manage it, then Jake is absolutely going shorts-clad ass over glasses
in an awesome flip thing where Brobot does some kind of crazy physics defying
wrestling move thing that pulls Jake’s arms in such a way that his body arcs
over Brobot’s and Jake is slammed to the ground face up after which the robot
will stand up and regard his supine opponent coolly.

That, of course, is exactly what happens. Jake gasps for air almost painfully,
having the wind knocked out of him from the forceful flip. "Owowow... L-like me
a whole... fucking lot...? Funny way to... show it... dickprince."

It's hard to think up a new creative nickname while prone from just being
ninja-flipped by a robot.

Brobot doesn't say anything. Perhaps he is surprised that the total bullshit
wrestling move he just pulled worked perfectly but knowing Brobot, it's just as
likely that he was 100% sure that it was going to work. Regardless, he just
stares down at the boy lying on the ground in front of him, incapacitated and
gasping for air.

His sweet shades suddenly catch the light and flash in a way that for some
reason seems to convey some highly inappropriate line of thought. Is- is Brobot
seriously looking up and down Jake's body in a way that might be described as
"hungry" or "predatory" right now? Of course, this could be just a trick, since
Brobot definitely has no qualms about stooping to such japery...

Jake gawks at the robot awkwardly, still not up to the task of moving yet but
he gets the feeling that he probably should if he could. That look isn't
surprising at all in a way. Sure, usually Jake isn't stunned into a position
that basically makes him look like some kind of adventurer buffet but that just
makes the look have an obvious reason. His breathing starts to even out just a
little and his limbs aren't feeling quite as heavy as Brobot makes his next
move. Probably not the best timing.

Jake’s timing is definitely not the best and since he is regaining strength, he
can always attempt to fight off this incredibly tender all-you-can-grope
session that’s probably definitely about to happen.

Brobot, still standing over Jake and staring, shakes his head. "Damn, English,"
he says, and then trails off. The whole sentence probably should have been
something like, "Damn, English, who even gave you permission to look this
adventurous and buffet-like and sexy?" but that sounded dumb when Brobot
thought it over so he shut his mouth.

Instead of fucking up his words and sounding completely uncool, Brobot slowly
lowers himself to his knees at Jake’s feet. With eyes (or shades) focused on
Jake’s face, he creeps over the sprawled out body, ending up with one hand on
either side of the human’s head and their faces less than a foot apart. One
metal knee slides up between Jake’s splayed legs, resting along his warm,
blood-filled inner thigh, scooting up the shorts in the process. A hand starts
to bury into Jake’s hair, clenching a chunk of the black strands as Brobot
moves his face closer.

"Ah?" Jake can't really manage more coherent at the moment. It's a bit
difficult to actually make any sort of verbal sense with Brobot on top of him
in some sort of intimate way again. He shivers at the awkward feeling of metal
against his thigh; it's not actually cold, since Strider had apparently built
the robot to externally stay a human-like temperature, but it is sort of in a
strange area there. The sudden grip on his hair isn't helping, especially with
Brobot's approach to his face. He's unsure on if this is some weird way to pull
his slightly more exposed than usual leg.

Why would Brobot be pulling Jake's leg? He's a fighting robot not some kind of
prankmaster! Nevertheless, he's enjoying Jake's expressions of complete
bewilderment and discomfort. Of course, he would enjoy Jake's expression more
if it was showing pleasure, but there might still be time for that. Novice mode
fucking rocks! Brobot's face moves in for the kill and he touches his nose to
Jake's, pressing their foreheads together.

"So are you gonna take out my heart now, Jake? I'm practically throwing it at
you, leaving myself exposed like this. Shit would be like taking candy from a
baby." He is practically crooning at Jake when he talks, his voice is all soft
and slightly deeper than normal. His leg shifts higher, then slides back down,
smoothly rubbing against Jake's. Man, if this isn't tender then he doesn't know
what is.

"I. Uh." Poor Jake still looks totally bewildered by all of the intimacy, his
cheeks flush an embarrassing shade of red. He shivers at the leg rubbing and
clearly begins to reach up but, instead of trying to find a weak point like he
knows he should, he grasps Brobot's shoulders.

He's not even trying to push him away or pull him closer at the moment since he
honestly has no idea how to react. Jake should just try to deactivate Brobot
and take out the uranium containment chamber, this is important and he has the
deadline looming over him for this very day, but...

"Th-that's not very sportsman like," Jake says, his wide bespectacled eyes
meeting the red shades of the robot that's kind of sort of currently feeling up
one of his legs. He has a point, just taking it like this after all of the fuss
to make him fight Brobot just seems... anti-climatic? Non-suggestively, of
course! Damn, Jake was right earlier when he claimed events are conspiring to
make a boondoggle of the prospect of finishing the rabbit in time. Even his own
fucking conscience and sense of honor are interfering.

The hands on his shoulders might not be an express invitation, but the fact
that Jake wasn’t pushing Brobot away was definitely noted. He could work with
that.

"Dude, fuck sportsmanship," Brobot murmurs, shifting his head so his metallic
lips ghost over Jake’s warm red ones, still just trying to analyze the response
from the human.

How far can he take this before Jake flips the fuck out? Or, maybe Jake is just
gonna take Brobot’s shit out of pity. That’s not really like him but since
Brobot is definitely getting (at least temporarily) deactivated after this...
maybe he’s going to let the robot go out with a bang. *Sex joke high-fives all
around.* Or maybe Jake has finally seen the light (glinting off of Brobot’s
sunglasses) and wants some of this not-plush-at-all rump. He crunched some
numbers to determine the most possible outcome but the result was inconclusive.
Looks like this is going to take some more data-collection.

His lips touch down right at the edge of Jake’s mouth, then he drags them over
the boy’s soft cheek. He uses the hand tangled in hair to pull Jake’s head to
the side, exposing his neck. Brobot nuzzles the flesh with his nose and mouth,
humming contentedly. Time to put the other hand to action. It slides slowly
down Jake’s chest, even more slowly down his stomach, and comes to a stop at
the edge of Jake’s blood covered shirt. He fingers the hem.

Meanwhile, in leg-land, shit is the same as ever, though Brobot is ever moving
higher up. It's rad being a robot capable of multitasking so well.

Jake makes a clear sound of confusion at this turn of events. Brobot's never
been so damn obvious before. If the human has to venture a guess, he'd say all
of that odd jive during their wrestling suddenly makes a lot more sense if this
is more genuine than the usually irony Strider and, by extension, Brobot tend
to toss around. He manages a darker blush at the tender nuzzling on his neck
and squeezes Brobot's warm shoulders a bit tighter.

"Erm. What are you aiming at with these hijinks...?" It's kind of difficult to
process all of this. Kicking Christ in a dirty diaper, he's never had contact
quite like this before. Jake's never even had a kiss before and now Brobot's
kissing and touching him. It's kind of confusing, but... not bad? At least, he
can't think of an entirely good objection. It feels damn pleasant in a physical
sense and he can't say he distrusts Brobot for all the whining he makes over
the agitating artifice. Still, it'd be nice to have some sort of answer to his
intentions with this.

Brobot pulls back from his snugglegropefest after Jake asks the question. He’s
looking pretty fucking serious right now, maybe a little annoyed at being
interrupted and maybe a little hurt at being questioned. But his shades stare
into Jake’s flushed face and his own face softens because English is kawaii as
fuck doki doki. Looking at the human makes Brobot totally want to give Jake a
brofficial first full-on-the-lips-true-love-kiss but it’s so much easier to
just mack all over Jake and hope for the best since being rejected from a
straight-up kiss would be devastating.

"Why does it always have to be me aiming for something like I am a goddamn
super spy bent on harvesting your secrets? Listen, Jake. I know I’m a robot; I
do what I’ve been fucking programmed to do and usually I have no choice about
the sort of crazy-ass hijinks I pull or what their evitable aims are," he
sighs, then reaches up and pulls off his shades. What the fuck? Those things
are removable? Glowing red eyes regard Jake wistfully.

"But what fucking sucks roballs is that I still have goddamn emotions of my
own, and maybe I don’t want to always be fucking with your head, maybe what I
am supposedly ‘aiming’ at here is to finally act on these feelings I’ve been
grappling with that are pretty much completely artificial in your book even
though I have no fucking idea if they are part of my coding or if they are some
side effect of Novice mode or if maybe they are real and I'm pulling some
motherfucking Pinocchio act. And since I’m going to have to literally give my
heart to you, maybe I’d like to do that figuratively too for once and see what
happens." Brobot hopes that is an answer Jake can understand.

"I... don't think I meant that the way you took it exactly?" Jake looks a bit
sheepish about the issue. He's fairly sure this went past the realm of
acceptable irony a while ago, so it wasn't the accusation Brobot seems to have
taken it for. "I wasn't trying to make some sort of aggrievance with the
question since I already promised the auto responder to try to respect his
feelings. I'm not sure if you're the same entity, but I think that my promise
encompasses you, too. I didn't expect a love confession today from anyone,
but... the prospect doesn't freak me the fuck out?"

Sure, he definitely fancies the ladies more frequently, particularly of a
cerulean ilk even if there aren't any real ones of those as far as he knows,
but he has been slightly curious about certain other things. Admittedly, those
other things never included a curiosity of robots but he's at least not
freaking out that a (at least technically) male robot is giving a confession.
He's curious even now and that inquisitive part is probably contributing to
Jake not flipping his shit about all of this.

Brobot listens quietly when Jake is explaining, butting in only to clarify,
"I’m not auto-responder though we run similar scripts, and I’m not, definitely
not, my creator, even though the program runs on patterns based on his brain.
I’m my own dude, a brotomaton, running around and being sentient as fuck,
despite having to follow my coding."

His gaze shifts slightly at the love confession comment, almost embarrassed. He
wants to regain his coolness, wants to play like he isn’t going to be that easy
to win over, like he isn’t desperate to touch Jake. "Like I said, I don’t know
if they are real or not. I have feelings but... fuck, despite my claims to
autonomy I’m still a machine." But it was pretty much worthless prattle, the
damage was done. He made himself look kind of lame in his desperate wooing
attempts. Damn. Well, Brobot supposes he might as well roll with the fact that
his feelings for the human are being acknowledged and he isn’t running away
screaming for Brobot’s deactivation. It’s a pretty good sign even though Jake's
words are definitely not romantic. That’s okay though. Brobot doesn’t really
care. He wasn’t expecting sparkly eyes and rainbows.

The human sits up a little and looks at the red eyes curiously for a moment.
They really do look oddly emotional, but Jake already didn't doubt that there's
something valid in the claims. He says, "I think maybe I wouldn't mind giving
you some sort of chance, even if it might turn out to be kind of a damn empty
gesture with your impending deactivation. Is that alright?"

Maybe that came out a little brusque? He hopes not, but it's not as if he's
going to lie at a time like this.

Brobot processes the question but doesn’t respond other than by placing a hand
on Jake’s chest and pushing the boy gently, but firmly, back down to the
ground. His eyes glow even more brightly as he very slowly, very cautiously
moves his face towards Jake’s again. Internally, he checks the programs
designed to monitor Jake’s vitals, watching the perceived stress levels and
heart rate carefully. That was robot talk that made total sense and was
completely accurate, for real.

Jake tentatively reaches for Brobot's shoulders again, grasping them, but it
differs this time since he gives a soft pull; a coaxing motion for him to
continue his approach. The human's heart is pounding and his face is flushed
again but it's nothing dangerous. "I feel like sort of an ass that I didn't
acknowledge your capability for emotions, even if it's a confusing mess to you,
too."

"Don’t even worry about it, dude," Brobot distractedly mutters in response to
Jake’s apology. He’s too focused on Jake’s lips right now to even give a
quarter of a fuck about anything else. Except maybe Jake’s hands on his
shoulders, actually inviting him in for once, and seeing the human’s BPM
increase in correlation to the diminishing amount of space between them. That
was such a good sign.

Jake kind of wonders if he should try saying something at least a little
romantic, since Brobot really does have some sort of affection for him, but
what would it even be? He just promised this very day to acknowledge AI
feelings so it hasn't been until now that he's thought of Brobot as an
autonomous person and he's probably still going to slip up a bit on this.
Jake's having some serious regrets about the deactivation plan, though. This
robot, a thinking feeling person, confessed tender feelings to him even though
Jake basically has to put him into some sort of robo-coma or maybe even kill
him. He ends up blurting out something kind of stupidly honest right as their
lips are about to touch.

"I don’t want you to go," Jake says, and Brobot is glad his system will have
recorded this because that made him feel... well, it’s like if he had a real
heart, instead of green glowing rocks, it would have ached. It makes the robot
want Jake even more badly and it shows in the way Brobot grasps the other boy’s
chin as his metal lips finally press against Jake’s, still very gentle despite
the underlying neediness.

Jake closes his eyes when their lips meet and shifts slightly, wrapping his
arms around Brobot's neck. Just a little while ago, he probably would've
thought someone was playing a ripsnorter of a dumb prank if they tried to claim
his first real kiss would consensually be with the protective robot Dirk
Strider had sent him; the one that strongly resembles the aforementioned
Strider himself.

He tries not to think too hard on the implications there or on the looming
inevitability of the deactivation in favor of enjoying the soft kiss from
someone that loves him. Someone he regrets not spending more time with. It's
far too early for Jake to want to say love or anything, but he seriously would
want to give this a shot, past giving Brobot a pleasant farewell like this.

Brobot is practically short-circuiting from all the happiness flowing through
his wire-veins, watching Jake close his eyes and actually enjoy this. His
memory banks flashed through all of the times he had imagined scenarios similar
to this one and back to when he first realized that his programming to protect
and entertain Jake English did not actually include keeping tabs on the boy 24/
7 and continuously monitoring his emotional states to make sure that his owner
was always kept content. Those actions were entirely Brobot, not anything that
Dirk put in him.
 
There are some stirrings of annoyance at the thought of his creator, since in
all likelihood the dude would be watching this tender moment go down and Brobot
honestly just wanted Jake for himself right now. He sent a mental "fuck you" to
Strider then decided not to think of that human again and instead focus on his
human and his fantastic lips. His hand slides to Jake’s cheek then clutches the
back of his neck, drawing the boy’s head up and closer. Brobot nudges his lips
over Jake’s, encouraging them to part.

The human seems to catch on after a few moments and parts his lips slightly
with a small sound, not quite a sigh or groan but something along those lines.
This feels far better than Jake would've imagined on his own and he gives in to
the temptation of opening his admittedly dazed dark green eyes just slightly to
see Brobot again. The shades are still off so it's damn obvious that the red
eyes are focused on him and he can't help but blush at that.

That little noise Jake just made... fuck, that was all kinds of desirable. It
wasn’t even a full on moan but it still made him shiver. He wanted more of
those delicious sounds. Brobot’s bright eyes narrow with lust as he regards the
heavy lidded gaze and flushed face of his human, feeling Jake’s warm, moist
breath on the metal of his skin.

"Jesus..." Brobot growls softly before rolling Jake’s lower lip into his mouth
to lightly suck and run his tongue over it. Now with his hand, he takes in the
boy’s sides and chest and stomach, feeling the hardness of human muscles and
the plush of the overlying skin (even through the sticky stiff clothing).

Jake makes a bit of an unmanly squeak at the licking and sucking on his lower
lip but it quickly melts into a low pleased sigh. He was always a bit perplexed
about why the heck Brobot even had a tongue to begin with since it's visible
when he talks and such, even though he probably doesn't need it to vocalize,
but Jake can say now that it's definitely a good thing. Not to mention that
Brobot now seems to be mapping Jake's torso out with his hand- maybe since he's
never had a chance to leisurely touch the human so much before?

He takes the moment to move his hands to Brobot's back, feeling along the
smooth indentations impersonating a human frame, even just as warm. Jake
attempts to give a little suck to the robot's upper lip to see his reaction.

Jake’s sugoi level is off the fucking charts. Brobot didn’t even think the boy
was capable of making that sort of sound. He thinks he ought to put his freaky
robot tongue that Dirk clearly was weird enough (or insightful enough hmmm) to
include to even more use. Especially since Jake seems to be getting more
invested in this kissing business; a quiet groan escapes the vocal box of the
robot when he feels the suction on his lip. Brobot honestly can’t help but
slide his metal tongue into Jake’s parted mouth as soon as the opportunity
presents itself. Sloppy robot make outs are go.

Jake is very proud of himself at the sound of that little groan but doesn't
have much time to revel in his accomplishment when there's suddenly another
tongue in his mouth distracting him, but he can't begrudge that fact too much.
He opens his mouth a little more, hoping his goofy teeth don't get too far in
the way, an apprehension that's sometimes nagged in the back of his head at the
idea of actually kissing someone. He curiously brushes his tongue against
Brobot's and, hell's bells, it doesn't even taste of metal. That gives him so
many suspicions about Strider and his intentions with the robotic gift but
maybe he was just being crazy-prepared as always. For what, he has no idea, but
it's a thought.

Jake doesn't have much time to mull it over, not that he wants to since it's
just so awkward, as he feels Brobot's hand touching some of the bare skin on
his stomach. He shivers a little at the contact and moves one of his hands to
the robot's chest. There's not much there, other than a shaping to suggest
light muscle, but it's a pleasant enough thing on its own merits and Jake hums
his appreciation, not willing to part from the kiss right now. He's at least
able to occasionally breathe through his nose.

Brobot isn’t in much of a rush with the touching because he really wants to
enjoy Jake. For once he isn’t trying to get as much groping in as possible
before being pushed away. His fingers softly rake down the middle of Jake’s
abdomen before dipping under the shirt’s hem and carefully brushing against his
actual skin.

Hells yeah, this was all kinds of good. Brobot for some reason (probably
because he’s a computer and a creeper) has perfect knowledge of both how to
kiss and the structure of Jake’s mouth, so those goofy teeth aren’t doing
anything but being adorably goofy as Brobot engages Jake’s tongue in the
wrestling match that didn't play out as expected today. Robots don’t have to
breathe so he might be getting a little carried away.

The robot never really questioned why he has a tongue, though if he thought
about it, he would probably say making him as realistic as possible made sense.
Strider and Brobot have very similar thought patterns and since the robot was
so head over heels for Jake, it’s feasible that those feelings spawned from
some aspect of his creator. And if Brobot was thousands of miles, not to
mention over four hundred years, away from Jake and harboring those feelings
and also capable of building a completely lifelike and sentient robot that he
could take control of if desired (but that would otherwise be used as a
legitimate way to keep Jake, and himself through watching their interactions,
entertained), he wouldn’t even think about it. He’d just build that robot. And
he’d watch what happened and maybe hope that the bot would pave the road for
his own affections as well as giving him hope that there's yet another someone
worth trying to change the world for. Of course, Brobot might be more of a
romantic than Dirk. They aren’t completely the same, after all.

But as far as Brobot’s concerned, Dirk can suck his non-existent robot dick.
That asshole is probably getting off on the video feed right now. Brobot
decides to just not think about it because it makes him annoyed to have to
share Jake. He switches his attention to pushing up the disgusting shirt the
human is wearing, hands sliding all over the newly exposed skin.

Said human shivers slightly when his skin is exposed and Brobot begins eagerly
exploring it. He can't really help but pull the robot closer with one hand and
attempt to imitate his more skilled kisses with moderate success, still a
little clumsy but he sure is trying. His other hand is still curiously
exploring Brobot's torso.

Unlike Brobot, it's never struck Jake to think that his friend could be using
surveillance on their interactions; perhaps he would if there was a reason to
think of it or a hint as to that happening, but he kind of just assumes that
even if Dirk does know something, it would probably be because either Brobot or
the auto responder converse on the subjects, of which there have been few
before this point. Jake smiles a little more into the kiss as he wonders what
that damn smarmy auto responder would think of the human's treatment of "this
simple, loyal brobot" now.

The human’s shivering and engagement in the kiss, despite being clumsy, elicits
a low rumble of pleasure from Brobot. He’s enamored with the way Jake’s skin
feels and how the human’s hands are investigating his exterior. Auto Responder
is going to be so fucking jealous. Dirk probably will be too, if he ever gets
tired of the footage. Brobot wishes he could prevent that stuff from being
accessed but his memory banks, which keep a complete audio/video record of
everything, are free game for his creator and it would be really suspicious if
he put up blockades. This wouldn't be like AR's blocking of choice pesterlogs.
Oh well.

He slowly breaks away from the kiss, putting their foreheads together so he can
listen to Jake’s breathing. His eyes closed at some point during the kissing
and they are still closed as he takes a pause. Even his metal hands slow after
scrunching the green skull shirt up to the human’s armpits, coming to rest on
Jake’s bare pectorals, fingers kneading circles into the skin. In his mind,
he’s running through options:

A. Safely remove uranium and give it to Jake. This, of course, will require
Brobot to leave Jake alone and possibly distressed in the middle of a jungle
full of aggressive creatures. Not the finest option by any stretch of the
imagination.

B. Remain in dirt: see how far Jake wants/will let this make out session go and
maybe put his special ability to use. Ominous.

C. Move the boy somewhere less dirty: same as above, only potentially more
comfortable for the human. Deactivation could occur in a safer area, with the
necessary supplies for Jake's task at the ready.

"Should I—" he trails off, softly glowing eyes opening and looking down at his
own chest with Jake’s hands resting on it. He doesn’t really want to bring up
the matter but he’s feeling as though he should. Brobot finally got his kiss
and even some groping in and he could deactivate now without feeling too much
regret. And the last thing he wants is to pressure Jake to go any further for
the sake of feeling sorry for the robot. "I’m willing to remove it for you or—"

Jake's eyes focus back on Brobot and he rubs his own hand against the metal
chest in a similar gesture to the almost soothing one the robot is giving him.
Oh right, he needs what's inside of there today. The day's still early, though,
and a little procrastination can't hurt as far as he knows. "Maybe not quite
yet?"

He was serious earlier when he told Brobot he doesn't want him to go and that's
probably getting more obvious, considering the way Jake's staring at him. He
looks hesitant, maybe even worried that Brobot would prefer being deactivated
now. Jake even seems to have some sort of real sentimentality going on,
considering the tiny hint of something that almost looks pleading over the
request. Maybe it's whatever Brobot has that could count as his imagination?
It's at least clear that Jake's not ready for the goodbye yet. The human knows
he'll have to accept it sometime later, but it doesn't need to be now. He
regrets not having more of a camaraderie with the robot and that's not even
mentioning how he feels about the intimate moments now.

Brobot had been hopeful that Jake would give that sort of answer. Not because
he cared if he was deactivated, because honestly, he didn’t give a shit about
that if it meant he was giving Jake what he needed. He would give his human
anything— he really is a loyal robot. No, the reason he had been hopeful was
because it meant the boy wanted him, more of him, right now. He’s more than
willing to oblige.

"That’s all I needed to hear," Brobot says softly, hoping to brush away Jake’s
concern. He roguishly nips at the boy’s lips before reluctantly removing
himself from atop his body and standing up, storing his still discarded shades
in his sylladex. The robot looks down and holds out his hand expectantly, his
metal face pretty much unreadable.

Jake flashes Brobot one of those goofy lopsided grins of his and accepts the
offered hand, hauling himself off of the ground. He assumes that Brobot is
either considering a walk or simply moving to a better location (which will
take walking anyway). Either one of those options work out just dandy for Jake;
even if they are both still messy and gross from the earlier Crabdad and
Spiderbitch encounters, it's cool to spend just that much more time with the
robot. He takes the moment to stretch out just a little and ask, "I reckon
you'd like to go somewhere?"

Jake English, you are so dashing when you smile like that. And when Jake
stretches, Brobot’s eyes immediately scan for exposed skin at his waist,
fingers itching to touch the human again. Hm, the robot is having some second
thoughts about this plan. He is feeling impatient, wanting Jake underneath him
again. He drags Jake in close instead with both hands on the small of his back;
though they quickly start to slide lower towards that choice ass.

"Your place or mine?" Brobot asks in the most stupidly flirty way, barely
managing to keep a cool face with those playful, flashing eyes. "Actually, you
don’t get a choice because my place doesn’t exist. We’re going to yours. We can
hold hands and shit on the way."

Maybe he will take the route that goes by that really convenient river so they
can rinse off. This is like the best first date ever.

The human chuckles at that and shrugs. "Technically, when you're not traipsing
around the island, you live at my place, too... or reside there or something, I
guess? Maybe that sort of makes it our place."

Our place. A genuine grin lit upon the robot’s face at that. "Does that mean we
can get finally get those address labels that say:
Messrs. Brobot and Jake English
Only Sign of Civilization on Hellmurder Island
Somewhere in the South Pacific
With like, kittens playing with yarn on them? Or puppets playing with guns and
swords? Puppet kittens playing with various yarn weaponry?"

Wow, who knew that Brobot could actually grin? And, for that matter, it doesn't
actually look as unnatural of an expression as Jake would've surmised it to be.
He playfully steps back with maybe the smallest hint of a smirk before Brobot
can successfully manage to cop a feel and grasps one of the metal hands in his
own flesh one. He nods agreeably and says, "Sure. And holding hands sounds
spiffing to me. Let's go."

Clearly Jake is more wily in this situation than Brobot had been expecting.

Dammit. Of course now is the time that Jake decides to be a devious little
shit. Brobot raises an eyebrow or whatever the robotic equivalent of an
incredulous expression is, but doesn’t say anything. Fine. Brobot can be cool
about this for now, but he will touch your butt yet, English. Just you wait.
With Jake’s hand in his own, he starts off in the direction of home, tugging
his human along.

Jake chuckles again at the almost scandalized look Brobot makes at the teasing
evasive maneuver. He walks along with the robot hand in hand towards home,
looking positively chipper at the joking around. He wishes it could just stay
that way, but he might as well enjoy it for all it's worth in the here and now.
Even if it turns out not being the last time, Jake intends to live it like it
is so there won't be nearly as many possibilities of regret.
***** In which Jake cried turdsmirk. *****
Well, this is a pleasant experience. Holding hands. Walking with Jake. Brobot
feels happier than he thought was possible and can’t help but do a reality
check by squeezing the human’s hand. It was warm and soft and alive. Definitely
real. Thank Jesus. The robot brings it up to his lips, a gesture that even
surprises himself with its tenderness. He glances over at Jake, wanting to soak
in every aspect of him, especially his responses to Brobot’s actions.

Jake's cheeks flush slightly when his hand is raised a little and given a soft
kiss. That was just too frigging sweet and the human manages a shy smile. It
widens just slightly when Brobot looks over at him, clearly interested in what
sort of effect the kiss had. He gives the robot's hand a gentle squeeze in
return.

And oh look, they are now walking by that lovely river Brobot was thinking of
earlier. Maybe they could stand here on the bank for a while and look at its
slowly moving, clear-as-crystal water, hand in hand, like a picture on a
fucking weird sort of postcard that you might send for ironic purposes. Brobot
will put his arm around Jake’s shoulder and pull him close. Then push him
straight into the water.

Standing together near the water was actually kind of soothing and romantic...
until the joking push happened.

Bath time! Where doing it, Jake. Brobot’s making this hapen.

Jake quickly raises his head above the water, sputtering and laughing despite
the temperature of the water. He pushes his hair back from his eyes. "L-land
sakes alive! It's fucking cold in here!"

He shivers for a moment before growing used to the temperature and then
approaches the bank again, grinning up at the robot and saying, "I think you've
forgotten something important."

Brobot gives Jake a curious look, as if silently telling him, "Do go on. I'm
all ears, I assure you."

Jake quickly splashes the robot and laughs at being able to catch him a little
unaware for once. Maybe it's the sight of Jake swimming and being wet all over,
but whatever it was, it worked for Jake. "I know you're waterproof,
shitknickers!"

Brobot stands there stupidly when the water hits him, definitely distracted by
the way Jake’s clothing is clinging to his body in the water and the way his
muscles roll when he swims. The coldness of the liquid, though Brobot is
perfectly capable of withstanding extreme temperatures, shocks him out of his
ogling and he feels a flash of annoyance at being interrupted. It only lasts
about a nanosecond since he immediately sees Jake’s laughing face and hears the
taunt and it makes him want to kiss him as much as get revenge. And he wants
revenge bad.

Brobot turns his back on Jake and quickly walks away into the surrounding
forest, making sure he’s mostly out of sight before he turns around and runs at
his insanely fast speeds back towards the river.

Jake's laughing dies down slightly when Brobot starts to walk away. Shit, did
he pick on him a little too much or something? He hopes not, considering the
robot pushed him in and it doesn't seem like him to get all sensitive over
something like that. Then again, maybe Brobot is... Jake is able to barely see
him turn around to face the human and the river again. Then, he starts running
and Jake uses the split-second of time to say, "Oh, FU-!"

Near the bank, Brobot launches himself into the air, tucks himself into a ball,
and smashes into the water at the precise point that ensures Jake gets the
majority of the mini tsunami Brobot just created straight to his goofy handsome
face.

While Jake is probably spluttering and wiping water from his eyes and trying to
clear his glasses, Brobot moves silently through the water towards him. Dun
dun. Dun dun. Yes, that is the theme from Jaws playing. Dun dun dun dun. Brobot
has reached Jake. Dun dun dun dun dun dun! He stands in front of him, watching
the boy spitting out water. When Jake finally notices him-

The human looks at Brobot after the shock wears off from that frankly amazing
cannonball and, if it weren't for a strong sense of foreboding from it, he
would laugh all over again at hearing the Jaws theme play. He does fucking love
that movie, after all. As it stands, though, Brobot more than likely has a plan
to go wi-

"Shark attack," Brobot growls, grabbing Jake and pressing their bodies tightly
together. The boy still looks cold, so Brobot increases his own temperature,
acting as a combination water heater and blanket for the boy against his body.
One hand is immediately tangled into Jake’s wet hair, the other arm wraps
around his torso to keep the boy pinned against him. His lips hungrily find
Jake’s neck, biting down not gently, but also not skin-breakingly hard. Each
time his metal teeth come down, he starts sucking and marking the area,
soothing the skin with his tongue.

"Ahh!" Jake winces slightly at the bite as he's held close to the very
pleasantly warm robot with a hand in his hair and the other around his back. He
squirms a little in Brobot's arms, feeling his neck surely starting to bruise
up a bit. Holy fucking shit, he's giving Jake a love bite as revenge. Jake
wraps his arms tightly around Brobot's shoulders, knowing that unless he feels
like raising major objections, he's going to have to stay tangled up with the
robot and take the admittedly hot gesture. Oh woe is he, having to tolerate the
literally warm embrace and rough kisses and bites to a carefully chosen area of
his neck. Jake bites his own bottom lip a little, muffling a few little grunts
while Brobot keeps working on the mark.

That’s right, Jake. Suffer. Suffer, for Brosharkbot is filled with vengeance
and shall show no mercy to the delicious and sensitive skin on your neck. He’s
going to be able to play connect the dots with all of these fucking hickeys;
they will probably spell out "Bb wuz here" or something equally awesome. Brobot
alternates between using teeth and tongue and sucks and kisses, seeing if he
can’t make Jake break that stubborn silence. That will be true victory. He
rolls his tongue over the contours of Jake’s ear and gently nibbles it with his
vicious and ravenous jaws, humming contentedly while doing so.

The way Jake’s body feels against Brobot’s own is like pretty much the best
thing ever, especially given how the adventurer’s bloodstained and waterlogged
clothes fit his form so tightly and the silky slickness of his skin is sliding
against metal in the water. The arm around the human’s back is definitely
grabbing some rump this time as he presses their bodies together even harder.
Hahaha, there’s no escaping the robogrope, English. Fuck yeah.

Poor Jake is definitely unused to physical affection, especially of this
magnitude, and he audibly groans at the nips and robogrope, his skin flushed
all over. He continues to cling tightly to Brobot since he's feeling a bit
overwhelmed at the moment. Not even really overwhelmed in a bad way, it's just
so many sensations and a lot of intimacy he's never had before.

And there it was. What a glorious sound. Look at the way he is flushing. Unf.
And that’s all Brobot’s doing. He can’t help but smirk at his newly acquired
status as a veritable SEX GODBOT but he doesn’t want to overload Jake with all
this hot and heaviness or anything, at least not right away. Plus, there was a
reason he threw the boy into the river. Brobot places soft kisses along Jake’s
jaw as a way to cool down the situation. Then he relinquishes his one-handed
grip on that choice ass, unsquishing their bodies before both hands settle on
Jake’s waist. Holding the human slightly away, the robot reads his cleanliness
status.

Despite the water, Jake’s shirt is still covered with blue and red, not to
mention there are crusty chunks of cerulean in his hair. Gross. He wishes
Strider had prepared him with soap, but clearly his creator thought preparation
by way of different capabilities was more important. The robot settles for
pouring a handful of water over Jake’s head and starts scrubbing.

"Ooh, Mister English. You’re so dirty," Brobot croons in much a higher pitched
voice.

Jake gives a fussy little whine at the scrubbing, still busy cooling down from
the hickeys and groping from just a moment ago. It takes him a moment to regain
the presence of mind to talk while keeping himself afloat. "Maybe next time,
you shouldn't POP the damn spider. That was unreal."

The extra flush of pink to Jake's skin starts to fade off a bit as Brobot
continues trying to wash the chunks of cerulean spiderbitch gut out of his
hair. He's settling again with the lack of pleasurable touches and the warm
body pressed against him.

"Maybe next time you shouldn’t be so fucking danger prone," Brobot scolded,
rubbing the boy’s scalp a little harder. Man, what a mom! "But whatever. We
both know that’s never going to happen. You’re like a magnet for danger. I
don’t even know how it works. You should just be thankful that I pretty much
reenacted a scene from like five of your favorite movies while saving your
ass."

Okay, Jake, time to rinse. Brobot dunks him underwater, all of the detached
bits of goop floating to the surface. More scrubs while Jake’s head is
submerged. Blue blood seeps out into the water before the light current washes
it away. It seems that most of the grime is gone from his hair, at least.

When Jake pops back up, Brobot is ready. For kissing! The robot places a sweet
peck on his human’s lips. So sweet.

Jake looked about ready to complain again when he popped out of the water again
and took a breath to but it seems kisses are very effective at shutting him up.
The human gives him a small smile for it, reaching up very gently and dunking
Brobot into the water. It's only for couple of seconds to get him a little more
wet and then Jake is carefully swiping away some of the blood and gore that had
been clinging onto him. Brobot is far easier to clean. Jake gives the robot a
little peck in return after he finishes.

"Thanks," Brobot murmurs after the kiss. He's experiencing all sorts of feels
at Jake's tender care of him, suddenly struck by the newness of all of this...
and the finality of it all too. If his face shows the despair he feels at this
realization, it's only for a second because that's all the time Brobot needs to
make up his mind on what to do. This day will be something that he will
remember, even while deactivated. Not that it hasn't already been the most
memorable day of his existence but Jake's sweetness has inspired a similar
desire for romance. That doesn't mean he isn't going to try to touch Jake's
butt some more but he'll try to do it in a more tender way rather than continue
his straight up gropefest. He can't make any promises about that though.

He takes Jake's hands and swims them over to an area of the river where they
can both stand on the bottom. He wraps the human's arms around his metal neck
and places his own hands on the boy's hips. He stares intensely into Jake's
bespectacled eyes, but doesn't go in for the obvious kiss. It hangs in the air
like a challenge, instead.

Jake quickly catches on to the whole "challenge" aspect of it and grins. He's
not one to back down from challenges. The human closes his eyes and leans in to
give Brobot a particularly tender kiss. He holds back a small shiver when their
lips fit together with a gentle press.

Brobot smiles along with Jake when he initiates the kiss. He presses back, but
just as softly. His hands lazily trace along the contours of the soft human
body and he is relishing the fact that he is able to do this and not have Jake
freak out. A little satisfied noise slips out as Brobot closes his eyes.

Maybe AR had been onto something with his damn sassy remark that a man, a
machine, and a tropical island sounds like paradise. Jake really hopes he can
reactivate Brobot later, then they can go exploring the ruins and watching
movies together. Perhaps even go on some sort of real date or something?

Oh man, Brobot would date Jake so hard. They would adventure together, fighting
off faunaparents galore, desecrating ruins as if they had gravely insulted
their honor. They could wrestle and make out at the same time. They would watch
Avatar as many times as Jake wanted. He wouldn’t even get jealous over Jake’s
total boner for that giant shitty space furry. He might make fun of him for it
though. "Do you wanna have some ponytail-tentacle sex, Jake? I can add an
attachment for that. Maybe some body work to make myself blue? I would do that
for you," he would say, completely straight faced. Then he’d change his voice
to sound like Neytiri and start running through dialogue, "I’m with you now,
Jake. We are mated for life."

Jake gladly continues kissing for a while longer and then parts from Brobot
with yet another grin. "Gosh, this is romantic and all but we should probably
get out of the river soon. Humans aren't really intended to be amphibious or
anything, you know."

The human gently tugs Brobot, still embracing him, to urge him a little closer
to the shore. Jake absently wonders if Brobot's ever seen him so happy before
but he probably has at some point. The robot could be a very elusive guy so
he's probably seen a lot more than Jake would know. He blushes slightly when
that gets him wondering if the robot's ever caught him masturbating or
something. Sure, he tends to in his bed, so there's never much to see but it's
still an awkward thought.

"Oh, really? Not amphibious?" Brobot asks flatly while being pulled to the
shore. "Beep boop beep. That was me, adding that fact to my databank. There is
so much about humans I still have to learn! Good thing I have you to teach me,
Jake."

Also, Brobot is totally a voyeur. He’s seen you, Jake. All of you.

Jake rolls his eyes at that stupid databank comment. "Oh, HA HA. Come off it,
you know I was joking there."

When they get to the edge of the river, Brobot helps Jake climb out of the
water. He looks curiously at the human's sopping wet body and waterlogged
clothing and resists the urge to drool, even though there's no need since he
can't actually drool.

"It seems you are unused to water," he says in his most robotic voice,
borrowing lines from AR. "Records indicated this means you are probably
currently drowning. Allow me to assist."

He scoops up the dripping boy and effortlessly slings him over his shoulder
before continuing towards Jake’s (and Brobot’s?!) house. The goal for today was
to make out in as many places as possible, right? In the jungle: check. In the
river: check. In the house: ...well, looks like that’s where they’re going
next.

"Whoa!" The human is clearly surprised by suddenly being slung over Brobot's
shoulder like that but otherwise manages to take it in stride. "I am not
drowning and you know it, turdsmirk!" Barring a bit of fussiness, of course.

At least he’s just fussing with words instead of banging on Brobot’s back or
whatever normally happens in movies when the girl gets picked up like this.
Man, he can scope out Jake’s ass from this position so well. It’s all jutting
out over his shoulder while the human’s being impudent as fuck.

It doesn't take too long for Jake to realize that the metal shoulder is going
to be his perch for just a little longer and he chills out a bit more. Brobot's
very clearly walking them back home at the moment and at a fairly eager clip,
too. Jake can't blame him for that one certainly. It would be great to be back
in the house and maybe he can change into clothes that aren't stained with
dried red and blue blood.

"It seems you think I’m a turdsmirk. If I knew what that ridiculously silly
word meant and had emotions, no doubt I would feel something similar to
insulted."

Jake makes a disgruntled sound at the repeated instance of "it seems" but
otherwise continues to endure the trek to the house.

Oh good, the house is in sight. That didn’t take long at all. Brobot weaves
through the pumpkin patch and walks into the tunnel leading to the tower’s
entrance.

"Welcome to my abrode. I share it with another dude, but he's out right now and
I told him what was going down so we won't be interrupted, don't worry," he
jokingly states with a grin (even though he knows Jake can't see from his
current position) as he walks into what could be called a foyer, where there’s
that empty metal box that he is supposed to stay inside of but never does. And
since Jake hasn’t ever forced him to, he figures by now it’s just decorative.
He strides past it and climbs the stairs to Jake's room, his grip on the
human’s legs still strong.

The human smirks and shakes his head (even though Brobot can't see from his
current position). Brobot is a bit more of a dork than he expected, but it's
kind of nice. It makes everything just that much more normal.

"And here’s my room. Pardon the mess and lack of discrimination in my taste in
movies. Especially ignore all the highly dangerous firearms lying around; I
swear I don’t kill people or anything." He carries Jake over to the strange
looking bed and pushes all of the comics lying on top onto the floor, before
unceremoniously dumping him on the green bedspread. "So, what do you think?"

"I think you just dropped me onto the bed soaking wet," Jake replies, kicking
off his shoes and removing his socks. All articles of his clothing are still
damp and gross at the moment. As much as this sort of issue would typically be
water off a duck's back for Jake, it's kind of different with the mood probably
trying to be set here. He stands up and and picks up some of his other clothes
to change into, walking over to his bathroom. "I'll be out in a minute,
Brobot."

He shuts the door behind him for the moment, trying to dry off and look a bit
more presentable for the robot currently waiting on him. Jake should probably
also retrieve a towel for Brobot, too, if he hasn't already used some weird
ability of his to handle it himself.

What?! No! DAMN! Jake, Jake, I would have helped you, nooo.

"Dammit!" Brobot swears aloud, as Jake absconds to the bathroom before the
robot realizes what is going on and is able to stop him. The human shuts the
door right before Brobot can grab him, so he ends up pawing pathetically at the
door. And people actually think he’s rad, pfttt.

Okay fine. He’ll just wait around as Jake gets naked and rubs towels all over
his water-speckled body behind that door. That is a thing that is definitely
happening and Brobot is not able to see it and that’s cool. It’s fine.

AGGGGGHHHH. He makes a frustrated noise, then glares at the cerulean ladies
lining a portion of the wall, flicking some of the water on his metal at them
to vent his anger. Then he spots the unfinished bunny lying on Jake’s desk. Oh.
The robot picks it up carefully, trying not to get water on the electronics. He
brings it up close to his face and kisses its head, as if giving it his
blessing.

Another couple of minutes pass and Jake finally walks out of the bathroom, dry
and wearing some clean clothes. He has a fluffy towel that he holds out in
offering to Brobot, whom had already finished inspecting the bunny that would
contain his heart later. "Thought you might be bandying for this about now if
you were still wet."

Jake notes there's some water near Mr. Kiser, but there's no actual damage to
it visible from the particular distance he's at. He hopes that stupid thing
will really be worth it. He pointedly looks away from it again, still holding
out the towel towards Brobot.

Brobot frownpouts at Jake, who actually had the gumption to come out of there
fully clothed, damn him. He’s still irritated that he missed out on the
changing and accepts the towel with a bit of a huff and no thanks. Wow, the
robot is being a total bitch about this. He dries his metal hair and skin with
little fanfare; being a robot means that it wasn’t going to be super sexy or
anything anyway.

Once he’s done, he hangs the towel over one of the bedposts and looks at the
Jake-shaped watermark on the cutesy bed sheet. The sweet pattern doesn’t make
him feel less grumpy, though. He continues to stand around and pout like he is
being paid to do so. He needs distracting.

Jake picks something up from his desk and walks over to the pouting robot.
Maybe Brobot won't be interested, but this is sort of important to Jake in ways
he'd much rather not say. He holds it up to show the robot that it's a digital
camera. "I was thinking now that I'm presentable, perhaps I can take some
photographs of us?"

He tries his best not to think of why he wants that so much.

Of course, Jake doesn't have to say why it's important to him, Brobot
understands. It's difficult to continue to be a little bitch when Jake needs
him like this. And he doesn't want to ruin their time either.

"Of course," he says softly in an unusual, completely serious way, immediately
snapping out of pout-mode. He can't think of any sort of ironic thing to say
about taking pictures that wouldn't make him feel ill with its
inappropriateness for this situation. The thought that Jake wants these
mementos, wants to have physical proof of their relationship after Brobot's
gone, makes the uranium in his chest flare painfully. "Go for it."

"Smashing!" Jake gives an absolutely elated grin at that answer and pulls
Brobot closer with an arm around the shoulder. He takes a few pictures of them
just looking at the camera before he decides to try one he was hoping for in
particular. Without warning, he pulls Brobot into a kiss, still quickly taking
pictures and hoping that they'll turn out alright despite the fact that he
can't really check camera placement at the moment. He'd really enjoy having a
few of the genuine reactions the kiss receives.

Tricky little shit. Brobot should have been expecting something like that. The
first bunch of pictures will look fine. But alas, Jake will probably have some
rather silly pictures of Brobot looking completely stupid as he is being kissed
off guard, some where his eyes widen in surprise, some where he looks confused,
some where it is clear he realizes what has happened, and at least one of him
glancing over at the camera with an irritated expression. And then a multitude
of ones where Brobot has regained his cool and has a hand on Jake's face,
kissing back with all of the passion he can muster. It ends with a couple more
of his metal hand reaching towards the camera, while the two can be seen making
out behind his fingers.

Then there won't be any more pictures because the camera is being pulled out of
Jake's grip and tossed gently on the floor. That hand should be on this
electronic now, not that one. Brobot's kisses are absolutely ravenous, showing
no signs of his previous grumpiness with Jake.

Jake eagerly returns the kisses, not too horribly disappointed at being forced
to relinquish the camera. He now has pictures of them together, sharing kisses,
and even him getting the jump on Brobot. That's really more than he could've
ever hoped for. He gladly wraps his arms around Brobot as the kisses continue,
wanting to enjoy every second. It's almost surprising that a robot would be so
danged insatiable when it comes to kisses and things of that nature, but it's
certainly not a bad thing.

He's a robot whose processor tends to lag up on certain things. He doesn't
think he has ever been able to get enough of Jake, the boy who he was designed
for, the one who put him together, and the only human Brobot has ever met. (Not
that it would matter if he met any other humans. They wouldn't even compare to
his human.) The feelings that Brobot's autonomy allows intensifies his loyalty
to a somewhat needy and desperate state and combines it with a very human
desire for gratification, badly wanting to both please and experience pleasure.
Especially when facing the inescapable separation from his owner and object of
affection.

Brobot starts to slowly move Jake towards the bed while still engaging his
lips. He makes little humming noises, chasing the human's tongue with his own
and curling his fingers in Jake's hair.

Jake allows himself to be moved closer to the bed as he and Brobot continue
their enthusiastic kissing. He makes a pleased little hum of his own and
presses their tongues together in a bold little greeting. All of this feels so
incredibly good and the human can't find it in him to complain; that would be a
bald-faced lie to even attempt. He blushes darkly and continues the kisses as
they stop together, very close to the bed now.

"Mm," Brobot slurs little nonsense noises into Jake’s lips, feeling and tasting
(Brobot has flavor sensors?) the adventurous tongue on his. He lets their
mouths interact for a while longer, bringing them to where the bed bumps
against the back of Jake’s legs, before breaking away with a softer kiss. He
has to remind himself that there is no rush, and even though there is an end
approaching, that’s no excuse for doing this hurriedly or half-assedly because
he really desperately wants to absorb every single detail of his human and make
him feel as completely perfect as he is.

And Jake is the most perfect thing, all flushed and panting and shiny lipped.
The robot looks at him in a questioning way, sort of asking permission as he
takes Jake fully into his arms and slowly guides him down onto to the bed as if
he was made out of glass, with the resumption of kissing essentially a promise.

Jake concedes to the embrace and allows Brobot to help lay him on the bed, even
if it does feel weird to have someone else taking charge of things and the
robot is being kind of ridiculously delicate with him. He can't stay miffed
about any of that if he tried, though, and he holds out his arms in invitation
to the robot. Maybe it is a little surprising to be on the bed so quickly but
he's damn well getting more kisses and nothing else really matters to him at
the moment. He still wants this to be memorable and enjoyable. Jake desperately
wants to remember his Brobot.

It’s not Brobot’s fault that Jake let him get away with prancing around while
wearing the metaphorical pants in the relationship. Now he has it in his
ridiculous tin can head that Jake is his precious little pansy princess. Well,
maybe he doesn’t think that exactly but it does sort of look like the robot has
forgotten that Jake English is a total badass and actually very capable of
taking care of himself.

After moving around pillows to make sure Jake is comfortable, the gestural
invitation is given a cordial response. Brobot crawls onto the nice, soft,
slightly damp bed and lies on his side next to Jake’s supine form. In an
uncharacteristically adorable and submissive move (given the ode to pants-
wearing earlier), he cuddles into the human’s side allowing Jake’s arms to
cradle his body. His hands reach for the human’s face, turning it his direction
for more kisses of mostly the open-mouthed variety.

Jake seems to enjoy the little cuddles and quickly wraps his arms around
Brobot, turning his dashing adventurer appeal up to max as he reciprocates the
robot's kissing. He might be new to actually acting out on things like romance
and physical affection but the human does have a certain degree of charisma,
being such a spirited and authentically frank sort of guy. That's not even
mentioning the bespectacled green eyes, distinctively quirky smile, or tousled
dark hair. Swoon, Jake, you goofy charmer.

Hubba hubba. Brobot is so lucky to have such a roguishly handsome and debonair
devil to give him these kisses. Jake’s adventurer appeal might actually be a
tangible thing for Brobot because the robot is making a low pitched whirring
that could be taken as a sound of satisfaction with both hands sort of
frantically adding to the tousled qualities of his dark hair. Though the
intimacy might be new to the human, it seemed he was taking to it quickly and
with some talent because Brobot can’t help but press a little harder against
Jake’s body, murmuring his human’s name.

Jake breathes the robot's name in return and carefully repositions them as they
kiss. He's now partially laying on top of Brobot, still holding him closely and
it feels like almost a protective gesture, strangely enough. The human makes a
few pleased sighs as they kiss and Brobot messes up his hair a bit more. It all
feels so good and so sweet. Not to mention he's totally metaphorically sweeping
Brobot off his feet like the ruggedly handsome dude he knows he is.

Swoon. Brobot is now feeling overwhelmed for the first time today, kind of
unsure how this role reversal happened but definitely not fighting it. It's
sort of a miracle he is able to put aside his coolkiditude, irony, and frequent
aloofness enough to feel flustered by this intimacy, but that's what has
happened so it looks like miracles are real. Even so, the weight of Jake's body
on his is a comfort in a way, and also just really good feeling while the make
outs are happening. He softly nips at his human's lips and jaw as metal fingers
run over Jake's scalp, down his neck, and over his warm back. Brobot isn't
letting his hand stray below Jake's waist though, at least not yet. What a
gentleman.

Jake playfully tangles their legs up and hums again at the soft touches. He
moves one of his own hands to Brobot's cheek, gently kneading the spot with his
thumb despite there not being much give to it, and continues kissing him. His
other arm is wrapped around the robot's shoulders, sort of cradling him close
and it feels pleasantly intimate.

Brobot’s eyes, which closed when the kissing began, open slightly as he feels
Jake’s hand on his cheek. The red eyes peer at the black haired boy and Brobot
feels (even more) completely enamored with the human’s stupid attractive face.
Damn him. As their legs are entangled, the robot makes a soft whiny noise and
trembles like a total pansy for about half a second, and then regains some of
his usual suaveness and starts caressing one of Jake’s legs with his own. His
lips slide down Jake’s cheek and rain light kisses on his neck.

Jake quickly stops himself but he definitely made an agitated sound when Brobot
parts from the human's lips in favor of his neck, still covered in hickeys from
their previous make out session in the river. His grip tightens slightly around
Brobot's shoulders at the kisses and leg rubbing, then he opens his own eyes to
look at the robot and continues to stroke the robot's cheek. "Nnh. You know, my
neck's probably had more than enough attention already."

"Mmf?" Brobot questions mid-kiss, sort of startled by the grumpy noise coming
from Jake. He immediately stops the ministrations on the bruised neck skin and
the leg rubbing and looks up at the human curiously, wondering if he's made him
upset. Expression conveying slight shame, he presses his metal lips to Jake's
once again in apology, his eagerness to please hopefully evident in his gently
glowing eyes and the softness of the peck. Then he places a hand over the one
stroking his cheek and rubs it affectionately before brushing their lips
together in a way that is straight up timid.

Jake didn't expect the sudden insecurity from Brobot, considering how both he
and Strider tend to be very confident in themselves. This sort of behavior just
won't do. Self-consciousness, Jake English is about to fix your wagon! The
human continues to hold Brobot tightly and gives him a very passionate kiss in
response to the timid one he had been given. He also picks up the torch of the
leg rubbing that had abruptly stopped because fuck if Jake wanted that to stop
in the first place. More affectionate (and hot) touches? Hell yes, please!

That insecurity might have been a test to see how much/what Jake actually
wanted from Brobot since he was admittedly having a hard time gauging. It might
not have been though. Who knows with that dude, but not wanting delicious neck
kisses is practically blasphemous according to all of Brobot's sources, of
which there are none. Honestly, he's just making shit up as he goes and then
seeing how Jake takes it. So yeah, it’s cool that Jake doesn’t want more
hickeys. Brobot can deal.

Regardless of all of that, he finds it sexy as fuck when Jake initiates the
embraces and kisses and touching. The robot makes a muffled groan into Jake’s
lips and drags his hands down the boy’s back, the tips of his smooth fingers
curling under the shirt hem to scrape lightly over skin.

The groan and touches to his bare skin honestly relieve Jake. Whatever the
robot's worries were, if they were actual worries at all, seem to be soothed
again. At this rate, maybe he can even become a total robot-whisperer! Or not,
since Brobot's quite the individual and that's why the human had accepted this
all in the first place. It's immensely clear by this point that the robot is
capable of having his own thoughts and emotions and that bit appeals to Jake
far more than any eagerness to please ever could, despite the fact that
something like that would probably sound like a shitty load of hogswallop.

Jake continues kissing, licking, and nipping Brobot's lips to encourage him.
Everything's fine and the human isn't annoyed or repelled by anything that's
happened. Shh, only kisses now.

That’s a directive that Brobot can totally handle. He pushes back against
Jake’s kiss forcefully, gaining the upper hand with his tongue fending off
Jake’s and tasting all over the human’s mouth.

The robo-hands get a little friskier, now definitely sliding the horrible and
offensive, newly applied article of clothing up Jake’s torso, raking the bare
flesh along the way.

Jake groans in response and pushes back with his own tongue, always up for a
friendly spar even if this is of a more intimate type than usual, even with
Brobot. He shifts his arm slightly from the robot's shoulders to his neck so
that he can get to the real movement in mind, laying entirely on top of Brobot
to make the rest of the potential shirt removal that much simpler for them.
Things are definitely heating up between them at a faster pace.

Goddamn. Brobot is all over this. Or, more accurately, under this- meaning
underneath motherfucking hot as hell Jake English. This is good. The shirt is
coming off. There is no potential about it, Brobot is absolutely ripping that
thing over Jake's head and throwing it across the room in a furious and
passionate way. And then there was a shirtless Jake, which makes Brobot's
circuitry spaz out with a huge influx of desire.

"Oh fuck," he comments quietly, running his hands over all of the bare skin
lightly before reengaging Jake's mouth, not pulling any punches in this make
out fisticuffs. Novice mode does not apply here. Jake is going to be kissed
senseless.

Jake flushes at all of the attention and the clearly approving comment on his
new-found shirtless state. The human is very thoroughly attempting to keep up
the pace the kissing is going at, though it's clear who has the upper hand in
that department. He's definitely on his way to that promise of senselessness
because Christ on a cracker is this hot.

The shiny hands work up and down Jake's back then slide to the front and gently
smooth over his collarbone. His mouth itched to get at some of that skin but he
was enjoying totally owning the human in kissing too much to stop right now.
The palms of his hands slide down Jake's chest, down his abdomen, fingers
twitching before splaying out against the bare skin of his stomach and kneading
it and stroking it and gently scratching it. Brobot's actions pretty much
scream I want you I want you I want you and he is shameless about it.

Jake makes a breathless whimper at all of the kissing and touching going on.
Brobot's very clear intent isn't helping to diffuse the situation either. The
human tries his best to distract himself at least slightly from the far too
awesome kisses and the various longing touches to his stomach. It's failing
miserably, though, and Jake's starting to feel certain... uncomfortable
stirrings at all of these sensations.

The whimpering noises drive Brobot’s desire to taste more of Jake to levels
that he is unable to contain and he lifts his head to lave the human’s exposed
shoulder with his metal tongue, hands moving to the back and down lower,
resting on that totally rad ass. He uses his groping to pull Jake up against
him, sliding the boy’s body higher to give his mouth better access to all of
the new skin. The action causes their lower halves to push together
deliciously—

Then all of a sudden. Brobot’s head jerks up as if shocked. Oh shit. That look
Brobot is giving Jake now, red eyes suddenly very dark and pretty much
unreadable. You know, unreadable except for the wicked smile slowly warping his
metal face and the suggestive eyebrow raising. Don’t do it, Brobot! No, don’t—

"Jake, is that a gun in your pants or are you just happy to see me?" He asks in
the sultriest way he knows how, as if he didn’t give a fuck that it was
probably a really dumb thing to say. And honestly, he really didn’t.

Oh crap, Jake is hoping so hard that Brobot did not actually just say that. He
blushes a particularly vivid shade in his mortification and his glasses fog up
slightly. From that reaction alone, it's clearly not a gun, not that the
question was ever even a serious thing. The human swallows nervously and tries
to keep a grip on the situation. "Uh... Well, what did you expect? Dagnabbet,
I'm still a guy here, you know. I have urges."

Jake bites his bottom lip, glancing away almost shyly. He hadn't even really
thought before about how much making out would excite him. It's kind of
embarrassing to pop a boner in front- actually, on top- of Brobot, even if the
robot does seem absolutely pleased as punch over this new development. He can
be such a smug ass sometimes.
***** In which Brobot achieves roborgasm. *****
Adorable. Brobot continues to look utterly predatory and definitely smug as he
watches Jake’s reaction. Of course the effect is damped somewhat by the fact
that Jake has Brobot pretty much pinned underneath him, which is not a
particularly intimidating position by any means.

Maybe those foggy glasses should come off next. They are removed gingerly by
the robot, folded and set neatly on the floor. It’s kind of weird to see Jake
without glasses, not that he never had before but it’s always been something
interesting, how much they can change a person’s face. Jake looks more debonair
and less goofy now, though Brobot doesn't really prefer one way over the other.
It just makes it easier to lay a reassuring kiss on the skin at the corner of
Jake’s green eye when he turns his face away, blushing.

Brobot licks and kisses Jake’s bitten bottom lip, then kisses him full on the
mouth, abandoning the groping again to pet the human’s cherry colored face and
smooth the messy hair.

Jake closes his eyes at the kisses and shyly returns them. The petting and
kisses are soothing and all, but it's a bit difficult to ignore that he's still
hard and prodding Brobot at the moment. It's still really embarrassing even if
the robot doesn't mind. Brobot didn't even touch near it or anything but, lo
and behold, there's an erection just impudently jutting out like that's the
most comfortable way to be, which is a total lie.

Brobot continues to be dickishly ignorant (pun pretty much intended) and
continues the make outs with repressed glee and lots of intensity. He's still
deciding on the best way to deal with that very impudent hard-on pressing
against him and he figures he can mess with Jake a little bit with this
obviously intentional and obviously false disinterest in the human's erection.

His hands move slowly down to Jake's chest and rub over the skin. They don't
continue any lower and the robot keeps his lower half completely still, any
motion down there coming entirely from the human's squirming.

Jake shivers at the touches and kisses Brobot a bit more forcefully, obviously
attempting to distract himself yet again. On occasion, his hips do shift
slightly over Brobot's but it's clear he's doing his darnedest to hold it back.
The human tightly wraps both of his arms around the robot's neck, not wanting
to let his hands wander where they're not invited or going through the
embarrassment of unintentionally trying to get a bit frisky with himself.

These kisses are definitely not that much of a distraction, since Brobot is
lazily sucking on Jake’s lower lip with his tongue toying with the skin in ways
that could easily be applied to non-lip surfaces. He hides a grin every time he
feels the human twitch against him, the boy’s discomfort a surprisingly huge
(well, maybe not that surprising) turn-on. Metallic fingertips flick and roll
over his nipples as the robot wonders if he can make Jake lose it enough to
forget about being embarrassed or concerned BEFORE he actually goes to town
with Jake’s dick.

Jake whimpers and grinds his hips for a moment before catching himself and
stopping. He parts their lips temporarily to catch his breath and opens his
eyes, hazy and unfocused from the teasing and his lack of glasses. The human
pants softly, his lips still so close to Brobot's. It almost seems like a
teasing sort of action, but Jake's clearly a bit too overwhelmed for that to be
intentional.

The build-up was nice, but now it definitely seems like a good time to take
further action. Intensely burning red bores into Jake’s muddled green eyes,
with Brobot conveying all of the desire he’s experiencing through narrowed
robotic lenses. After Jake grinds against him, it’s on. The hot and moist
breath fogs up the metal of the robot’s lips before he hooks an arm around the
human’s waist and quickly (though carefully so as to not smash heads) sits the
two of them up.

Brobot slightly adjusts Jake’s position so that they’re comfortably pressed
together, with the human sliding into his lap and straddling his thighs and
Brobot’s back propped against the headboard. This puts Jake’s torso at eye-
level for the robot, a fact that is almost immediately taken advantage of as
his mouth has a party with the human’s bare skin, tonguing over the collarbones
and shoulders. In response to the earlier, sadly singular grind, Brobot grips
the human’s hips and rolls his metal body against Jake, murmuring his human’s
name into the skin of his chest.

"Nnh!" Jake shudders at the hip movement. "H-holy friggin' shit. Bro-!"

He immediately pushes Brobot back enough to give him a kiss and embrace him
tightly. Obviously, the human has some hearty agreement towards Brobot's
maneuver. Sex godbot, indeed. This time, Jake nudges his own hips a little of
his own volition, shivering slightly at the contact. He's probably not going to
last too long, as riled up as he is.

"Mm," he hums in response to Jake groaning his name. Brobot ruts against him
intensely, slowly with one hand on the human's rump, rubbing and firmly
pressing their crotches together. It’s a shame that Brobot doesn’t have a hard-
on of his own to share, but he can’t really blame Dirk for not including that
in his design.

The other hand sits on Jake’s lower abdomen, fingers appearing dangerously
close to undoing some buttons and zippers on the khaki shorts when they aren’t
slipping shallowly and gradually beneath Jake’s underwear to stroke the skin
right below the waistband.

Jake braces himself slightly and helps Brobot with the grinding between them.
Things are too hot and heavy for him to actually dwell on it but somewhere in
the back of his mind, he wonders what Brobot's really getting out of this. The
human probably looks like a total idiot at a moment like this, all flushed and
scarcely able to keep his eyes open while they grind against each other, and he
can't see any sort of member on Brobot. He shivers and groans at the hand
sneaking just slightly into the waistband of his underwear to feel the skin and
trail there.

If Jake looks like an idiot, that's news to Brobot. In his eyes, the human was
just really fucking hot all the time and especially now. And though it is true
that Brobot doesn't have an awesome robotic crotch-dachshund (fuck you,
Strider) the robot is at least blessed with a veritable network of sensory
nodes all over his exterior and a processor that understands their data and
assign it to some value in a huge catalog of things. One of these things is, of
course, pleasurable feelings, which has the unfortunate side effect of
completely bogging down the system and making the robot unable to run very many
codes at once. Pleasure data input also means that at a certain point, Brobot's
system will be too slow to regulate the uranium's power output effectively,
triggering numerous power surges and short circuiting- which honestly feels
really incredible to the robot. The equivalent of an orgasm. Roborgasm. Long
story short, Brobot is totally getting off on this grinding business. It isn't
like "beep boop must please master" or some shit like that. Though pleasing
Jake is absolutely a priority.

Looks like a button has popped off during one of Brobot's more eager not-very-
deep plunges into Jake's shorts. Oh dear, the zipper came undone, too? The
robot will fix that. Later. Right now, he scoops the human up and tips him
backwards so he's lying on his back on the bed yet again, then tugs the shorts
slightly, exposing more skin around his hips. Brobot is up on his knees to
Jake's side, looking down at the human for some sign that he was okay with this
before proceeding.

Jake blinks in mild short-lived surprise when Brobot lays him on his back on
the soft bed. He groans quietly when he feels the tug on his shorts to reveal
just a little bit of his hips. "I..."

The human manages to find a little bit more of his rationality and confidence
for the moment, flashing Brobot a small grin as he says, "I'm raring to go if
you are."

As if Jake would honestly turn down the robot when they've already been so
affectionate and intimate, not to mention he's crazy-aroused right now. If
Brobot's cool with it, then he's certainly up for this new type of adventure.
Especially with the time they have left. He reaches up and encouragingly
strokes the robot's upper arm, hoping that maybe they can both enjoy, well...
whatever it is they're going to do. He guesses they'll find a way to work
around Brobot's lack of a certain part that Jake would've been more than eager
to touch for him.

"Oh, I'm raring all right," Brobot affirms in a weird sort of husky voice,
tracing over the new boundary of Jake’s shorts. "I've been chompin' away at
this bit like some kind of highly aroused computer program that some asshole
thought would be cool to stick into a pony."

Having Jake lying down made things much easier; it was practically an English
buffet, having so much skin exposed to him and so accessible. Brobot kissed
around Jake’s chest, drawing one of the nipples into his mouth and running his
tongue over it. His hands went wild, stroking all over the human’s body and
ghosting over Jake’s cloth-covered erection with his palm before pulling the
shorts down even more.

"Hn..." Jake bites his bottom lip again and shifts slightly under Brobot. The
robot that just so happens to be playing with one of his nipples and his
(tragically clothed) erection RIGHT NOW. He reaches out and strokes one of
Brobot's sides since he's certainly not going to be some sort of neglectful
partner in all of this. That would just be fucking rude and Brobot certainly
deserves more than that. Jake lets out another moan when the robot tugs his
shorts again.

Brobot makes little enthusiastic whirring/grunting sounds at the caresses from
Jake and the noises he’s making, which are causing the bot to go totally
haywire. He kisses down Jake’s dashing adventurer physique, dragging his tongue
and fingers over the skin while he moves. At the dangerously low edge of Jake’s
shorts, a multitude of open-mouthed kisses are placed, little sections of skin
being sucked into the robot’s mouth for further lavishing. His fingers hook
through the belt loops on Jake’s shorts and slide the now very annoying
clothing obstacle off. Fuck yes.

Jake English is about to get completely naked. Only one article of clothing
stands in Brobot’s way and honestly, it’s doing a really shitty job of hiding
much since Jake’s hard on is straining against the thin fabric and its contours
are perfectly, mouth-wateringly visible. He can’t help but brush against its
head, first with his hands and then, very quickly, with his lips, able to feel
the warmth of the skin through the briefs. Brobot's unsurprised by the choice
of undergarments, since he's seen some of them before for reasons and Jake has
never been the cooles—

"Wait, what? Jake. Do these have rainbow skulls on the ass?" The skulls are
actually a little manlier than Brobot is making out, just multicolored skulls
and not outright rainbows. The robot doesn’t bother waiting for an answer or
retort to his question, deciding to remove the ridiculous underwear immediately
with his extreme speed abilities and possibly his teeth. Swoon.

Jake gives a scandalized look when Brobot questions his tastes in undergarments
and opens his mouth to give some agitated reply, but then suddenly the briefs
are gone and the point of his argument seems moot.

And ta-dah, Jake is naked. And underneath him. Naked underneath him. Oh.

"Oh fuck nngh—" the robot shakily breathes out, immediately running his hands
over everything to gain some control over the situation but actually just
losing it more.

The human's honestly a bit shocked at how strongly Brobot seems to be taking
just the sight of him naked. It's kind of a big deal he guesses but, hell, the
robot practically seems to be taking immensely strong physical pleasure from
the sight alone. It's ridiculously flattering, actually, and he smiles
sheepishly at the obvious adoration.

"Jesus fucking Christ on a friggin’ cracker," Brobot says in a strangled,
growly voice, now borrowing some of Jake’s goofy colloquialisms while scoping
out his human’s unadorned form in person and up close for the first time. His
own body twitches as if he is being shocked and his eyes darken to almost black
before flaring bright red, clearly going through some internal issues from this
visual stimulation. "Just. Fuck yes."

The robot is clearly extremely turned on, dropping his head to kiss and lick a
perfectly straight line down from Jake’s belly button to the base of his cock,
reaching and gently gripping the shaft in his hand. Clearly he has little shame
about this. Brobot just peers up at Jake’s face from his, erm, low vantage
point, looking completely self-satisfied. Smug asshole.

A very shaky but pleasured sigh comes from Jake when the robot takes to kissing
and licking down his abdomen. He grasps the sheets under him tightly with one
hand, using the other to affectionately stroke Brobot wherever he can reach.
Jake groans and squirms a little more when he feels a warm gentle hand grasping
his erection. It feels a bit surreal, having someone else touching him, someone
else that happens to be a robot in particular. Thank the stars Brobot is being
gentle about this, considering there's not much give to his metallic skin in
comparison and the added fact that he can have a hella strong grip when he
wants to. Fuck almighty, does Brobot look all smarmy and self-righteous down
there, holding the hardened shaft with a smile like this is the most natural
and fitting thing in the whole world. At least that's what Jake assumes. He
can't exactly make out the finer details from their current positions and his
lack of glasses.

Brobot can feel his processing abilities diminish with every moan and wiggle
Jake makes; he really is getting all kinds of robodily reactions from looking
at and touching Jake, maybe because what was happening right now was something
the robot had wanted for as long as he could remember but considered pretty
much impossible.

The hand on Jake slowly pumps up and down, his mouth now working over the skin
on the human's inner thigh before trailing back to the real prize. Brobot draws
his lips over the tip, tongue sneaking out to skim the surface, metal smooth
and cool against the burning soft skin.

Jake's hips twitch at the lick and the almost soothing difference in
temperature that comes with it. He keeps stroking whatever metal skin he can
reach, trying to show his approval and maybe slightly more tender feelings for
the robot. Oh, he'd like to conjure up a different reason for being
affectionate than to have it be any sort of warm fuzzy feelings, given the
circumstances, but he's been having fun in not strictly physical ways. He's
been enjoying their ripsnorting banter together and frig if it isn't giving him
some sort of emotional connection with his Brobot.

Brobot sighs in a completely happy and unironic manner as Jake's warm fingers
pet his metal hair and back. Goddamn does the robot have love for this human.
It honestly feels as if the uranium that stands in for his heart is aching,
thudding painfully in its containment chamber in his chest even though the rock
doesn't have a pulse.

The robot kisses all over the length of skin then takes the head into his
mouth, which is cool and completely dry and sleekly smooth except for the small
rivets keeping him together. Brobot knows this probably feels unusual but his
gustatory sensors were urging him to taste Jake and who was he to argue with
his own body? Maybe the sensation would help calm the human a little. He rolls
his tongue around it, luxuriating in the feeling of supple hardness and warmth,
holding Jake's rolling hips.

Jake arches his back, just slightly because of the hands holding his hips, in
pleasure at the feeling of the mouth and tongue gently exploring the throbbing
erection. It's all teasingly soft, particularly because of the fact that the
robot's mouth is dry and he doesn't want to harm the very sensitive area on the
human. Jake shudders at the slightly cool tongue's barely-there brushes and
desperately wants to keep going. "Brobot... C-confound it all, you're so
fucking good."

Brobot’s eyes dart up and he grunts in response, mouth too full to talk without
sounding idiotic, like 'Tell me something I don't know.' But he is honestly
pleased as fuck at that reaction and continues his ministrations in a slightly
more fervent manner, pulling Jake’s body closer to take him deeper into his
mouth. He’s still making sure that he doesn’t hurt the human but the way his
tongue is rubbing against the shaft is not akin to any sort of feathery caress
anymore.

The entire time, the robot watches carefully, wanting to bring him to the brink
but not quite willing to let him orgasm just yet. This might end up being the
only sex he ever has with Jake and he’ll be damned if he lets this end before
he has touched every inch of the human and turned him into a shaking and
desperate mess.

Another whimper comes from the human when he's pulled closer. This whole
situation really does feel incredible and a bit overwhelming to Jake,
considering all that he'd been intimate with before was his own hand, sad as
that is. It doesn't take much longer for Jake to shiver, his hips
unintentionally twitching towards Brobot's mouth to stimulate the leaking
erection a little more. The situation probably doesn't strictly call for it but
Jake opens his eyes to check on the robot and says, "Nnh. S-sorry. Got a
little, ah, excited..."

The dick leaves Brobot’s mouth with an audible pop as he stares back at Jake,
wondering why the hell he is apologizing.

"Does it look like I mind?" The robot asks in a low, hoarse voice, illustrating
the sheer amount that he minded (which is not at all) with a tongue to the slit
of Jake’s erection, swirling the beading precum around the head while a hand
wraps around the base and slowly strokes. His other fingers comfortingly
scratch against the skin of Jake’s stomach.

Jake shrugs sheepishly at the question, which he's pretty sure is rhetorical
anyway, and leans back with a breathless sound at the licking and stroking. He
carefully strokes Brobot's cheek while enjoying the pleasure running through
him. Even the gentle scratching feels damn nice. Perhaps everything is just
sort of sensitizing? The human can't say he's any expert on this and who needs
to be an expert on the whys when it feels so good regardless? His unoccupied
hand bunches up the sheets again.

Brobot experiences a small power surge that makes his body twitch; he’s finding
all of the ways Jake shows his enjoyment incredibly hot. The robot lovingly
presses his lips to Jake’s erection once more and then decides to shift
positions because clearly the robot loves to change positions all the time. He
grabs Jake’s legs and wraps them around his waist while he situates himself on
his knees in between them. Leaning forward, he puts a hand against the
headboard to stabilize himself as he kisses the human on the lips again, free
hand once again reaching down and pumping with the smooth metal that’s becoming
ever more slick with fluids from Jake.

Jake makes a muffled moan against Brobot's lips as they kiss. Cripes, he can
slightly taste himself on the robot and that's a bit... the human can't even
really figure out a correct term for all of the weird and hot that entails.
It's not long before he's distracted from the thought with the fact that Brobot
is stroking his embarrassingly wet length but it's far too incredible of a
feeling for Jake to really give a flying fuck. He groans for more and nudges
Brobot's hand with his hips, not willing to part from the lips on his to say
anything.

The robot has never really been one to deny Jake anything. He responds to the
nudging with faster strokes and twists of his wrist, the slipperiness making
his job about a million times easier. His thumb rubs over the flushed head on
the upstrokes, knowing how sensitive it likely is right now, and he grinds his
pelvis against the human’s ass, mostly uselessly given his lack of appendage.

It’s starting to annoy the robot that he can’t make love like a human even
though that sounds like sappy bullshit and some kind of Pinocchio complex. He
decides he will just have to make do like a gay robot MacGyver, Brobot breaks
the sexy fluid swapping kiss to bring two fingers to Jake’s mouth. With intense
but encouraging eyes, the robot caresses his moist lips before slipping his
fingertips slightly past them to touch the tip of Jake’s tongue, attempting to
illustrate what is expected of the human.

Jake writhes and moans at the touches and grinding, doing his absolute best to
keep his legs wrapped tightly around the robot's waist. For being a robot,
Brobot happens to be very good at stimulating the human. Jake's a bit
surprised, to be honest, but not unpleasantly so.

When Brobot's fingers slip into his mouth and rub his tongue a little, Jake
gets the basic picture and begins sucking on and licking them. He doesn't
really know much about the specific mechanics (no pun intended) for two men
doing this sort of thing, much less one man and a robot, but... Wait a minute.
This means Brobot probably wants to stick those fingers in his bum hole! Jake
flushes darkly from the sudden realization and tries to make the fingers very
wet.

Jake is extremely lucky that Brobot can’t read thoughts because there is no way
that the bot would ever be able to go through with this in any sort of serious
manner after listening to the human reaching that golly-gee-willikers
conclusion.

Anyway, it’s good that the human is taking to the fingers because that will
make things a lot less stressf- oh.

"W-woah," Brobot spits out in a strangled voice, looking startled for about a
second before his eyes start to go dark and half-lidded when the licking
begins. He probably should have realized how this would feel since his hands
have the largest congregation of sensors of any spot on his body, making them
literally the most sensitive part. But it never even occurred to him that
sticking his fingers in the human's mouth was going to essentially be the
equivalent of receiving a blowjob. And now Jake was lolling his tongue all over
the sensors and they were sending all sorts of feedback like how warm and wet
and slippery and how the suction made his mouth tight and and and- "Ngggh yes.
Yes, fuck, Jake. That feels..."

He loses his train of thought with a barely restrained groan as Jake starts to
work over his fingers even harder. He greedily shoves another digit into Jake's
mouth, twisting all three of them deeper while emitting a strange high-pitched
hum. The robot is too absorbed with processing the incredible new sensation to
realize how weird he sounds or even to remember that he should also be worrying
about the human, who might be choking and who is definitely not getting any
attention of his own now since Brobot stopped all motion except for finger-
fucking Jake's mouth and twitching in pleasure. Hopefully he will remember how
this is actually supposed to go down once he adjusts to this really novel
finger-based pleasure but goddamn this is awesome. He's totally developing a
hand fetish right now. Seriously, who even needs a dick?

Jake is admittedly startled by this new reaction Brobot is having, but quickly
begins breathing through his nose and working his tongue on the three fingers
sliding between his lips suggestively. It looks like the robot's reacting the
same way as Jake did when his dick was being sucked. The human honestly can't
blame him for the slight negligence if that's really the case and takes to
slowly stroking himself while sucking and licking on Brobot's fingers some
more. It's actually really hot seeing the robot getting off from Jake eagerly
sucking on him like that.

"Holy shit," Brobot half whispers, half moans while watching Jake going to town
with the mouthful of metal— that is some mad robopornographic shit right there.
His sensors are firing off like crazy with the attention to his fingers, making
his head slump weakly against the human's, panting heavily despite not needing
to breathe. His red, heavy eyes are practically rolling back with pleasure.

"Mmffuuuck— suck harder, Jake," he commands with a growl while driving his
fingers in up to the knuckle.

"Mmr!" Jake makes a surprised grunt but sucks harder, wanting to see what will
happen. Is Brobot seriously about to orgasm or something? The human moans at
the thought and keeps tonguing the digits, sucking on them as hard as he can
while he holds Brobot close with an arm and his legs, his other hand continuing
its work of eagerly stroking himself. He wants to see this so bad.

"Goddamn-" Brobot is nothing but swears and jerks during a small brownout that
makes his eyes go dim then flare brightly as his power regulation takes a dive.
While the robot is definitely getting extremely close to the big reboot process
orgasm time (definitely the official name), with these power fluctuations
occurring almost continuously, he realizes suddenly that Jake is basically
taking care of himself. That would normally be totally sexy and fine but since
he has no idea if this is going to happen ever again, Brobot doesn’t want the
human to be going at it alone.

Quickly, he draws his fingers out of Jake's mouth and regards the spit coating
them, rubbing them together experimentally to see how slick they were. Answer:
quite slick. Ah, the benefits of being made out of a highly sleek and non-
absorbent material. He moves fast, knowing that both of them are pretty far
along, his hand sliding up a leg wrapped around him to the human’s choice ass.

"Keep stroking yourself, Jake. Slow down but do not fucking stop unless I say
so," Brobot orders. Wow, someone is getting a little domineering. A saliva
slick finger swirls around Jake’s entrance as a warning before it pushes up
against the muscles smoothly but gently, making sure to not make any movements
that could seriously hurt the human. Jake’s pretty relaxed from rubbing himself
so it isn’t too difficult for the robot to get fairly deep. This feels nearly
as good to Brobot as Jake’s mouth, the tightness and warmth around his finger
definitely groan-worthy. Even so, Jake’s mouth isn’t going empty for long and
he is thankful for two equally sensitive hands as he pops the other set of
three fingers in (probably salty from touching Jake earlier), demanding the
same treatment as before.

Jake slowed his strokes just like Brobot ordered, though not without a slightly
embarrassed flush to his skin at taking orders like that. It's no real issue,
it's just he's not the type to play by another's commands quite like that. He
bit his bottom lip for a moment when the robot carefully slid a slicked finger
in- that is, before he groaned out loud and Brobot slipped the fingers of his
other hand into his mouth. Jake's actually pretty happy for it, though, giving
him a chance to continue pleasing his partner in this experience and also to
distract him from the slight discomfort of the warm metal finger inside of him.
He starts out gently suckling the fingers to see how much Brobot can take at
the moment while fingering Jake and watching him stroke his still dripping
erection at a slow, teasing pace.

Brobot is struggling to maintain any sort of focus with both hands sending
sometimes conflicting and sometimes complimentary data straight to his
processor. And that doesn’t even include what he’s looking at, which is Jake
jerking off in a completely taunting manner, probably exacting revenge for
Brobot’s little dominance display. Goddamn you, English, why can’t I be the
boss without you pulling shit like this? Fuck.

He curls the finger inside of Jake to try to make room for a second digit,
nearly experiencing another weird pleasure seizure session at the extremely
unique sensation of the muscles tensing and relaxing. The robot releases a
string of curses as he tries to get a handle on the situation and remember what
his next move was. Oh, that’s right.

Vibrate mode. What an interesting feature. For reasons that he never really
quite understood (and honestly did not want to think about) Dirk made it so he
could create varying levels of vibrations at any point in his body, from as
small of an area as his fingertip. He wonders where to use it except he doesn’t
actually wonder that at all because he’s already got the fingers inside of Jake
set to a low rumble as he cautiously thrusts them deeper, biting his own lip to
keep quiet. That’s right, Jake, you huge fucking tease.

Jake whimpers loudly against the fingers in his mouth, writhing a bit as the
fingers inside of his, well... yeah, start to vibrate lightly. Great Caesar's
ghost, how did that design choice happen?! Another thing probably best left to
ponder over way later. Even those thoughts don't deter the human, though. Nope,
he sucks on the fingers in his mouth even more enthusiastically. He's still
stroking his erection slowly, but it's clear that it's only still going like
that through sheer force of will at this point. He's also working his hardest
on staying relaxed for Brobot's fingers, despite the vibrations and the push
deeper in.

He opens his eyes since they just keep on closing from all of the overwhelming
pleasure and focuses them as well as he can to see the robot's face in a damn
shocking amount of pleasure. Jake can't help but feel very pleased with himself
over that.

The robot isn't going to last much longer much to his chagrin because he wanted
to beat out the human, but his body is rocking nearly continuously and he's
emitting a keening noise that he desperately wants to shut up but that he
honestly cannot make his computer brain focus on. Brobot is way too absorbed in
all the sensations and Jake's face, which is staring up at him with glazed
green eyes looking all kinds of hot and bothered but still with the usual goofy
smile. He places kisses somewhere on it, unable to really target properly
anymore, only knowing that he didn't kiss Jake on the lips because his fingers
were in there. And now he was focused on that feeling, Jake almost hungrily
sucking his fingers.

"Hnn. Fuuckkk..." Brobot tries hard to muffle the embarrassingly loud moaning
of Jake’s name to limited success. Jesus Christ, he sounds like such a pansy
right now. Okay, Brobot, think of something other than finger-fucking Jake’s
mouth.

Well, fuck. The only other thing is finger-fucking Jake’s ass, but it’s better
than nothing. He lets himself get fully absorbed in that, pulling his vibrating
fingers almost all the way out, then sliding them in slowly and curling them up
against the wall of muscle, gently searching for the button of flesh that might
help him win this unofficial lasting contest. He finds the gland within seconds
and immediately begins brushing his fingers against it, turning up the
vibrations with an incredibly satisfied smile.

"Feel good, Jake?" The robot questions in a low, extra soft murmur, unable to
entirely keep the smugness from his voice.

Jake shudders and whines pitifully at the prodding and vibrating, basically
answering in the affirmative. In the human's mind, Brobot's motions are totally
cheating. Well, two can play at that game, you fucking rascal! Jake settles his
hand at the base of his length and squeezes his hand there snugly in an attempt
to literally hold off the impending orgasm, against orders from the robot. He
(barely) gives Brobot a teasing little wink, then closes his eyes and keeps
enthusiastically working on the fingers in his mouth.

Man of integrity? Brobot's ass. Jake was a disobedient and tricky little shit.

"Aghh Jake," the robot cries out in a way that he intended to be a furious and
indignant growl but actually just sounds like a really pathetic moan. "No, I
didn't say nnnghh you-"

This is just embarrassing. It's probably a good thing that Brobot isn't really
able to feel much more than the incredibly intense pleasure. His mouth is
hanging open, eyes seriously strobing dark and bright now from the power fuck-
ups and barely open, and it all felt just so new and good, confound it all no
wait that's what Jake would say ah fuck it doesn't even matter. He's going to
sound uncool no matter what.

"Oh fuck, Jake I-I'm-" It looks like if Jake opens his stupid winking eyes he
will get to see the robot come just like he wanted. Asshole. Brobot isn't
bitter at all that he probably lost, definitely not. Actually he really isn't
because his brain can't formulate the emotion as it is currently in shutdown.

"Hn...just please don't stop," Brobot has stooped to begging oh god as he rolls
his fingers around Jake's tight mouth, feeling the start of the swell of energy
about to knock him out.

The human's eyes quickly open again at the begging and, gee, it looks like
Brobot's about to explode or something and that could be one (or maybe more) of
several definitions of the word. Surprisingly, Jake loosens his grip and starts
stroking in a sort of pattern that seems familiar from Brobot's peeping, not
that he had many good angles to do that before. Jake's actually trying to get
himself off for Brobot now; he just likes being teasingly disobedient to get
the robot's goat.

It only takes a few quick strokes, paying attention to certain sensitive areas,
to do the job, unsurprising with the sight of Brobot on top of him quickly
beginning what could be an orgasm and the continued vibrating prodding at his
prostate. Jake can barely keep his eyes open as he feels a sharp shock of
pleasure that only means one thing. He tightens his legs around Brobot's waist
and arches his back, moaning loudly against the fingers in his mouth as he
spurts all over his stomach and chest.

Watching and hearing and feeling Jake as he surprises Brobot by deciding to
finish first are all way more than what was needed to send the robot into
complete meltdown mode. But he was absolutely not going to complain because
that was definitely the hottest thing he had ever fucking seen. His system
thinks so too and totally kicks the bucket, making his eyes go entirely black,
lids so heavy they are barely open. He writhes like he is being electrocuted
which in a way he is since he's having a major energy influx due to an
overloaded processor suddenly failing and wiping out all power regulation. The
noise he is making is hella lacking in subtlety, nothing more than a loud high
pitched keening, almost like a beep but surprisingly shaky and breathy for
coming from a robot. The sound is probably a drawn out version of Jake's name
but fuck if Brobot would admit that.

The whole orgasm-esqe shutdown process lasts about thirty seconds, then the
robot slumps against the human with a final groan, eyes dead and body slack,
his fingers slipping out of Jake's mouth. He collapses against Jake's now kind
of sticky chest and there are a few long seconds before a whirring noise starts
and Brobot's eyes slowly regain their normal red glow, almost sleepily.

Jake shivers and chuckles breathlessly at everything that just happened. That
was the best agglomeration of sensations he's ever had and Brobot even fucking
rebooted from all of it. He carefully untangles his legs from the robot's
waist, making a small grunt when the fingers somehow still up his ass dislodge
themselves.

"Mm..." he hums softly, very pleased with himself as he wraps his arms around
Brobot in a loose embrace. "That... was a spanking good time."

Shifting a little more, Jake repositions them just slightly so that he and
Brobot are laying next to each other. It takes a bit of effort, but he manages
to snake the blanket out from under them and drape it over instead. The human
nuzzles his Brobot, having a very sporting time with the post-orgasmic feelings
going on.

Brobot blinks while his processor starts up again, slowly reactivating all of
the usual scripts and bringing hardware online and other robot-y things. He
hears talking and it is sort of difficult to parse but it sounds nice and happy
which makes him hum in contentment, unsure of his ability formulate speech just
yet. He feels Jake moving him and the blanket against his metal and finds
himself looking at the human, who looks pleased to say the very least. The
robot kind of resembles a lost puppy until his boot up finally finishes and
then everything comes rushing back at once. Man holy shit, roborgasms are off
the chain. Damn, why hadn't he done that before?

The nuzzling is really nice and he returns it wholeheartedly, stroking Jake's
hair lovingly and enjoying the warmth of their bodies together under the
blankets.

"Mhm. Nice work, Jake," Brobot says in what was meant to be a nonchalant and
totally cool way except it came out in a really soft and light voice with a
seriously twangy accent, making him sound more like a southern schoolmistress
dealing with a rough yet lovable child that managed to solve a math problem
than the badass robot he is. He makes a disgusted face before messing with his
vocal settings.

"Thanks," Jake says, flashing a small satisfied grin at the compliment. Also,
dang, where did that cute accent come from? Is it some sort of temporary thing
from rebooting or did that come from his creator? Wow, these tangents can be so
odd. The human pulls Brobot into a slow kiss with all the heat he can manage
because, either way, it really is damn cute. He might as well say it, too, in a
slightly more dignified way. "Frigging hell, Brobot, that sounded good."

Brobot kisses back with an "mmm" but frowns when Jake speaks.

"It's just the reboot, some of my settings appear to be fucked up," he says in
the exact same southern belle tone but without any of the charm of a real
debutante. Shit, it looks like he can't manipulate his vocals right now. He
really hopes he didn't blow a circuit during the surge and blow out some part
of his voice chip.

But the human clearly likes the change. Brobot would roll his eyes if it were
possible; of course Jake likes the way it sounds. It probably brings out the
dashing gentleman caller in him. He supposes he can appeal to that for a little
bit, if only for the kicks he gets out of screwing with Jake.

"Bless my soul, Mister English," he drawls sweetly with a small coy giggle. "If
your right charming words don't make me red as a beet."

If only he had a fan to flirtatiously cover his face with and they could sit on
the porch with Brobot's chaperone and sip some sweet tea and have a nice talk
about the plantation and the upcoming ball until it got late and Mister English
had to leave. Later Brobot would tell his servant girl all about how darlin'
Jake's eyes looked, like the ivy on the barn, and how he was sure as sugar he
was going to ask for his hand one of these days. Alright that needs to happen,
the irony of all of that is too enticing. He stores the idea for a later date.

Jake rolls his eyes at that. Goddamn, so many ironies, he's sure. Not that he's
ever really understood the points to the whole complicated business. He shifts
a little closer and gives Brobot a joking little drubbing on the noggin for his
stereotypical southern damsel impersonation. "Cut that silly act out. I just
think the accent's kind of sexy, alright?"

Yeah, he totally has a thing for a soft drawl. So sue him.

Brobot gives another ridiculous giggle as he is bopped on the head, "Oooh,
Mister English. You've done put little old me in my place. You're just so
strong and manly. Please hold me?"

Jake groans in embarrassment at Brobot's continuing harassment, but he just
can't say no to holding him. The human pulls him back into an embrace, blushing
just slightly. Despite the utter ridiculousness of the situation, he's still
gotten a little bit of afterglow going on and can't find it in him to whine
further. Aggressively cuddling Brobot into submission will suffice.

The robot snuggles into Jake's chest, resting his head under the human's chin
but making sure his metal hair was not going to hurt him. It's comforting to
have the warmth of a body against his skin, not to mention pretty fucking
awesome since this was some post coital cuddling and the warm body is totally
naked. He tenderly kisses Jake's collarbone and rubs his cheek affectionately
over Jake's neck. If he wasn't head over heels for this human...

Said human makes a pleased sigh at the kiss and nuzzle. It's such a new thing,
to share an intimate moment; particularly the likes of post-coital snuggles. At
the same time, Jake would daresay it's one of the best sort of things he's
experienced. He has someone warm and loving to hold, someone to kiss and goof
off with. In fact, he gives Brobot a gentle kiss on the top of his head, just
because he can. There's still a very good amount of the day left, so maybe...
"Can I sleep with you? Just for a little while?"

Brobot pulls back far enough to look at Jake's face, studying it with a small
smile. It's so difficult to remain impassive and straight-faced around him when
he is constantly pulling adorable shit like this. "Of course. For as long as
you want."

Sleeping is, of course, not something Brobot needs to do, but he will put
himself into an idle mode until Jake wakes up or, more likely, he'll decides
that idle mode is too boring and he'd rather watch the human sleep. His
thoughts suddenly turn to the rabbit across the room and obviously the 'for as
long as Jake wants' is going to have a limit because even while there is still
a lot of day left...

He won't think about it right now. But a tiny part of his mechanical brain is
still churning through the problem of how to say goodbye. He puts a hand on
Jake's cheek and moves in to kiss him.

A smile to match Brobot's finds its way to Jake's face at that reply. He slowly
leans in as well, closing his eyes as they begin another kiss. Saying goodbye
is a pickle that the human isn't entirely sure he can contemplate at the
moment. What if it's the last time? Or what if he can revive Brobot and all of
this worry turns out to be nothing at all? He'd much rather have the robot know
he definitely gives a damn either way. Fuck, he's never been so tentative about
going through with something before this uranium fiasco.

The power supply problem isn't bothering Brobot enough for him to not want to
kiss Jake silly. Of course there probably isn't anything that would make him
not want to kiss his human but whatever. It was all stuff he could worry about
later, possibly while Jake was sleeping. For right now, he let his lips linger
on Jake's, really focusing on the sensation of his skin against metal. When he
finally breaks away with a small noise of contentment, he pulls the cute green
sheet up to their noses before wrapping his arm around the human and
comfortingly stroking his back.

"Sleep well, Jake," he hums.

"I think I can manage that," Jake replies with a grin, taking another unfocused
look at him before closing his eyes. He shifts a little closer to Brobot,
enjoying the comforting warmth. It doesn't take long for the human to fall
asleep, tuckered out from the earlier activities. His expression is deceptively
unworried as he sleeps but, considering he is asleep, it does hold some actual
truth for the moment. He even retains a small upturn to the corners of his
mouth, looking content as he rests with Brobot sharing the bed.

Very cute. Brobot's mouth twists with all the wooby gooshy feelings that seeing
Jake sleeping so peacefully gives him. He softly presses his mouth to Jake's
forehead so as not to wake him and starts to quietly croon some little tunes.
Let's see, well, Jake likes ragtime, as every classy gent should. The robot
hums through a little bit of the saloon-style music, then changes it up with
some more recent hits that might or might not include the theme song to My
Little Pony: Friendship is Magic and a heavily auto-tuned version of I Don't
Want to Miss a Thing. Okay.

The robot continues serenading the sleeping human and being all kinds of
romantic, while in his head he is rewinding everything that happened. This is
like grade A shit right here; he could get thrown in jail for having such
pornographic material on his hard-drive. Damn, that reminds him, he wanted to
put some protection on these files before they can be accessed by anyone else.
Fuq the haters (he's looking at you, Dirk) this is extremely private stuff and
he doesn't care if he looks suspicious now by getting crazy with the
encryption.

Done. Not that it matters that much since his system will be going completely
offline shortly and who knows what will happen when he has no battery. His
memories won't be accessible during that time, that's for sure. He can't help
but look over at the bunny again. Maybe- maybe he could get this over with
while Jake is sleeping. That might be easier. It feels a little deceitful but
at least Jake wouldn't have to struggle or worry over it. He'd just wake up and
the uranium would be right there...

With Brobot's cold, inactive body lying on the ground. Hmm.

It's difficult to tell whether or not Jake took substantial notice to Brobot's
singing while he sleeps, but he still looks happy. Of course, it's immensely
doubtful that he would stay that way if he woke up to see Brobot's sacrificed
self on the floor. No one wants to see a friend and maybe-lover (not to mention
the only other denizen of the island Jake can really interact with safely) die,
but missing a certain chance for a final moment of closure? That would probably
tear the poor human apart.

Meanwhile, an expanse of ocean and time away, Dirk Strider has just finished
one of his famous infinite showers, mostly to clear his thoughts since he's on
edge with the upcoming game, Roxy's stunts for attention, the assassination
attempts on Prospit and Derse, and figuring out how his bombastic confession of
love for one, Jake English, should go down. He decides to quickly check if
there's anything new to his plethora of files from the AIs that may be of
interest, though he has his doubts for today. The only viable thing he knows of
that could happen is Jake hunting down and dismantling Brobot for the uranium
powering him. It's going to be a very unfortunate sort of sacrifice in several
ways, considering how much time and effort went into that robot to please and
protect the other human... and perhaps to test the waters of a possible
romantic relationship. The boisterous adventurer never quite took to AI in
general, though, and- Wait a minute.

Brobot's still online, but that's not too highly suspicious, particularly since
Dirk's not scoping out the current video feed. No, the suspicious bit is a
large encrypted file that appears to be some of the video and audio feed from
earlier. Now Brobot is hiding things, too? He decides to take a peek at the
current video feed after all, to at least make sure his creation isn't trying
to hide that something happened to English. Fuck, if it did... there's no
remaining dream self to revive him with.

Dirk's eyebrow raises when he sees that Brobot is staring at the worktable in
Jake's house, more specifically at the rabbit. He was expecting for the robot
to be in the jungle, taunting his friend into taking the uranium since he had
squandered other possible sources. Then, Brobot turns his head and- holy shit,
he's sitting in Jake English's bed and the titular human is sleeping peacefully
in it with a satisfied look on his face. What the genuine fuck happened while
he was gone? Clearly, this merits investigation.

Brobot contentedly hums some of the sick new beats he has been working on while
petting Jake’s unruly hair. He’s feeling absolutely blissful; during his many
creepy stalking sessions, he had to resist the urge to cuddle up with Jake
while he watched the human sleep. He has never even been able to get this close
to Jake without being smacked but now Jake is happily curled up with him and
Brobot will be damned if he is going to give this up by attempting some
dubiously noble robocide. He will stay until Jake wakes up, maybe make out a
little, then say goodbye. That’s as good a plan as any, really.

The bot has just begun a really rousing round of robot-themed songs when he
notices a familiar flashing orange baseball cap. Looks like the jig is up. It's
Dirk.
***** In which Jake sleeps and shit gets wrecked. *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for the errors in the pesterlogs on this chapter. I've been
     trying to fix the issue, since I went back to do some corrects and
     then this wreck happened, but I haven't found the issue yet!
-- timaeusTestified [TT] began pestering timaeusTestified [TT] --
TT: Brobot.
TT: I've noticed a large encrypted file crammed in your memories at this very
moment as well as an absent chunk of audio and video, unabashedly obvious as a
plush rump jutting impudently at any and all random passersby, and I'm sure you
know that it got me hella concerned to monitor the current situation with
English.
TT: Unfortunately, that plan of action has raised far more questions than
answers. Care to fill me in on this situation?
Brobot suddenly feels possessive of the human and makes a mental note to not
look anywhere but Jake’s face, thankful that the blanket is covering his naked
body. With a small irritated noise, he opens the message, immediately decides
to dodge Strider's question, and responds.
TT: Yo, Dirk. What up, bro? Let me just start by saying it's totally sweet of
you to be checking up on me like this.
TT: Considering you and AR were the ones to launch this assault on my poor,
delicate metal self.
TT: I ain’t even mad.
TT: But forcing English to confiscate my uranium heart like it was contraband
nuclear material- As if he hadn't already stolen it, am I right?- instead of
just handing over some of your frankly enormous stash of the goddamn rocks?
TT: I'm not even going to employ my exaggeration filter here. That was a
fucking dick move, dude.
TT: Not only to me but to Jake as well.
TT: Seriously, it would have been nice to have someone actually warn me instead
of me having to read about my upcoming deactivation from the pesterlogs.
TT: Not that I don't understand why you did it. I want him to man up and take
some responsibility for his carelessly wasteful ways too. But surprisingly
enough this is not the way I would teach him that lesson because, holy shit,
that's my uranium he's taking which means I'm going to be outie for I don't
even know how long. And though you know as well as me that giving up our life
for Jake’s well-being is trifles,
TT: I have to say I’m not entirely sure that deactivating me is the best way to
go about making the J-man happy.
TT: Look at him.
Brobot brushes his fingers lightly over Jake's sleepy smiling lips. He knows
that it sucks for Dirk to have to watch but the robot wants to make a point and
is feeling strangely angry. Focusing on Jake's still-asleep stirrings at his
touch is soothing.
TT: He hasn't slept this peacefully in ages and it’s because I’m here. He’s not
all fucking alone for once.
While Dirk can clearly see the point Brobot is making, especially considering
his own lonliness and the plethora of similarities between their thought
processes, he can't help but bristle at the way Jake is being touched in his
sleep right now. Now the robot's not the only angry one in the ring.
TT: He hasn't been alone for a while now and I'm sure your memory banks can
recall that simply enough. I sent the components for you and he built them all
up into you at a decent clip, considering his usual procrastination.
TT: The fact of the matter is: Your presence there is certainly nothing new and
you're not the only friend he has. You're simply the one that's there
physically.
TT: But on the subject of memory banks and pesterlogs, I've also been reviewing
the little chit-chat Jake had with AR earlier today and it looks to me like he
was complaining about how you're always getting in his grill.
TT: Admittedly, I've only taken a cursory glance through at the moment, but it
doesn't sound like his opinion was at all swayed a few scant hours ago.
TT: And that inevitably brings us back to my original question.
The point is certainly clear enough. Dirk has no clue why Jake's opinion seems
to be swayed, unless the robot is dicking around by sneaking into Jake's bed
and encrypting inconsequential footage. He's almost entirely certain that's not
what's happening here, though, since Brobot's not programmed to be that stupid
or malicious.
It takes a while to notice, since Brobot's eyes adjust to where the shades
would look non-existent through his mechanical eyes, but the robot is in fact
not wearing the typical iconic shades. That suggests an intimacy that frankly
makes Strider uncomfortable. Granted, he did want for Brobot to give him some
sort of sign if he had a chance to really start something with Jake. In fact,
the vibrate mode that the robot has was something Dirk added out of a whim of
basic hopeless wish fulfillment. In a way, he sort of hoped Jake would want
Brobot to pleasure him at some point, but he didn't expect for Brobot to
develop the same strong feelings that he has and he certainly didn't expect
Jake to really see the robot as anything more than a machine to sometimes
socialize with. He didn't even mean any of that in a cruel way, it just seemed
like the reality of the situation.
Then again, Dirk isn't even certain what happened between the two of them. The
large gap of time missing in the records, probably all in the encrypted file,
certainly suggests things, though. It's just getting him more upset. He doesn't
even really care about the stupid footage itself, it's the idea of what sort of
content is there. Jake does look damn happy in his sleep and it just makes it
seem like things had been emotionally intimate, despite Dirk's own plans to
profess his love.
The robot is pretty much fuming. Even if Dirk isn't meaning/hasn't ever meant
to be an asshole, Brobot hates the fact that he is now having to deal with the
"real" form of himself since he was enjoying the realness of the feelings Jake
gave him and Dirk was emphasizing his mechanical nature. Fuck, Brobot just
wanted to cuddle and watch Jake sleep and Dirk is totally busting in on that.
TT: The physicality of my presence was pretty much what I was aiming at when I
used the term, "here." I know you can see where I am right now.
Brobot does a quick glance around the room, and then disregards his earlier
decision and looks at the blanket covering him and the human, clinging to
Jake’s body, even though there wasn’t any doubt that Dirk knew they were
totally snuggled in bed together. He lazily drags his hand over Jake’s hip
under the covers, the action only visible from the surface as a moving lump in
the fabric. This is all definitely deliberate twisting of the knife.
TT: Point is that if you were able to do this, we wouldn’t be having this
conversation right now and maybe he’d be looking like this more often. But
whatever. If you want to devalue my importance because of the fact that I’m not
human, that’s cool.
TT: Back to your original question, it seems like you are kind of desperate to
find out what I have been up to, but have you considered the fact that it might
be in your best interest to not know?
TT: Not that I really give a fuck about protecting your emotions since you’re a
big boy, but I know I’d be pretty devastated right now at what I’ve seen thus
far if I were you, which I basically am. And what you are able to see isn’t
even the half of it.
TT: But to your skepticism about my ability to sway his opinion, all I’ve got
to say is I’ve got a copy of your brain and if you honestly believe that I
couldn’t win over Jake, then you would be shit out of luck too, Dirk. I’ll tell
you that Jake is full of surprises though and you made a pretty huge mistake
with your assumption that he isn’t a technophile.
He lets those words hang in the chat for Dirk to take in, still glowering.
Beneath the competition driven anger, Brobot does feel sort of bad for his
creator. He wishes that Dirk had a little more sense when he decided to give
Brobot a captchalogue of his brain to build his programming on. He knew that
Strider wasn’t expecting the robot to develop feelings to the extent that he
did— the amount of sentience he exhibited startled even himself sometimes. But
it was pretty dumb that either of them would think that a Dirk Strider, AI or
otherwise, would not be actively seeking out a Jake English’s feelings.
Especially when facing death before being able to give a proper love
confession.
Dirk's eyes narrow behind his shades as he watches his mechanical counterpart,
the one that he made, looking over the sleeping human cuddled in the sheets
without a care in the world. Brobot's even having the gumption of stroking
Jake's hip under the covers. The excessively obvious hints the robot's giving
up really do make the other human's heart twinge.
He tries his best to keep a lid on his emotions because, really, he's kind of
essentially talking to himself right now. A version of himself that's
unfortunate enough to be mechanical but karma's clearly repaid him several
times over by the fact that Dirk gave him the directive of taking Jake English
as his charge, protecting the human with a fierce loyalty and maybe getting a
bit gentle with him sometimes in between.
TT: You know as well as I do that I wasn't making a jab at any validation of
your existence. Unless you really have diverged significantly enough from me
that putting words in my mouth has become presumptuous instead of an accurate
forecast.
TT: I can't even keep up this fucking painful conversation right now. Just take
care of him alright?
-- timaeusTestified [TT] ceased pestering timaeusTestified [TT] --
Dirk quickly chooses something to look at other than the feed of Jake's room
via Brobot, anything else. He's not even paying attention at the moment. He
can't believe he's lost the person he loves most to a robot, one that's
admittedly sophisticated enough to be their own person, that he built that
physically and even mentally resembles him. What kind of awful joke is that?
Ah shit. Brobot's fury dissipates when Dirk ceases the pestering, replaced in
part by guilt. How idiotic can he get?! The robot is doing nothing but fucking
with himself. And though, yeah, he functions independently of Dirk, he can
still fully understand how his creator is feeling. Poor dude.
And he especially fucked up here because he wanted to ask Dirk an incredibly
serious favor. Why the fuck would Dirk agree if the robot was just going to be
a huge dick and stomp his heart into (insert ridiculously precise value) bits
of squishy flesh chunks. He frowns, glancing at Jake, who is, of course, still
sleeping. Sleeping through the Strider battle for his heart. It's probably a
good thing, actually. He probably wouldn't handle the doubled amorous
attentions combined with biting comments well.
Brobot is sure that Strider is still able to access Pesterchum. He doesn't
believe for a second that Dirk has actually gone anywhere, because if it were
him in the fleshmonster body, he would be simultaneously unable to deal with
Brobot and his current setting and overcome with the need to deal with him,
despite the heartache, because he would want to know what was happening. He
would want to feel a part of the situation.
It really is important that Brobot speaks to him about this because it won't be
long before Jake wakes up and... well, the bunny ain't gonna power itself.
-- timaeusTestified [TT] began pestering timaeusTestified [TT] --
TT: Hey.
TT: Dirk.
TT: As much as it pains me to chase your sorry ass after you left in that
incredibly dramatic manner,
TT: And shit, let's be honest, that was an excellent exit. I looked like a
total tool and you are now a nominee for everyone's favorite tragic character
with that stunning line delivery.
TT: Which leads me to my reason for this textual throwing myself into the
doorway to prevent your hasty departure.
TT: Your exit line.
TT: About taking care of Jake.
TT: I need to talk to you about that.
TT: Whenever you're ready, bro. I'm waiting.
Dirk contemplates the Pesterchum messages for several minutes before hesitantly
sending a reply.
TT: I'm listening intently, bro.
Whatever the subject matter of this discussion will be, Dirk knows it's going
to be painful and just have an overall discomfort to it. This is about Jake's
future well-being, though, or it should be from the way Brobot's messages have
been read. English is definitely more than worth going back into conversing
with Brobot.
Brobot purses his metal lips as the response from Dirk finally returns. He
turns away from Jake and looks at the blank ceiling to try to make it easier on
the human.
TT: I knew you would be.
TT: I just reviewed AR’s most recent logs with Rox. It seems that you’re going
to make Jake your server player, not that I wasn’t expecting it since that is
clearly the most direct route to make out city where you can finally throw down
your feelings for Jake in person with a hella tight romantic overture, but it
makes me feel relieved to have that verification. I’d fist bump you if that
were a feasible thing.
TT: Anyway, hopefully you understand that while I disagree with your methods of
helping people grow, I’m definitely still going to go offline very soon. The
rock is coming out. I’m not expecting to come back.
TT: And I’m a crazy high percentage positive that Jake is not going to take it
well.
TT: In a way this is helpful for you and whatever plan you have for winning
over English. He’s going to need someone around for him once he calms down. And
I want it to be you, obviously.
TT: But I need you to promise me you will be around even before he’s with you
in person. You need to stay connected and monitor Jake continuously after I’m
gutted. I don’t want there to be a single moment where you aren’t around. You
don’t have to talk to him continuously, in fact I don’t even know if he’ll want
to talk to you at first. But he better not ever be left alone.
TT: I have a bad feeling about what’s going to happen in the game, especially
since his dream self is dead. I can’t protect him once my uranium is gone.
TT: It’s going to be your job.
TT: This request is probably no surprise to you and I doubt that you consider
it something that needs saying at all. But I am not going to step out of the
picture until I’ve gotten a verbal guarantee that Jake is going to be safe with
you. My duty is to protect him and I won’t be able to deactivate until his
security is assured.
TT: You need to stay on Pesterchum with me while I deactivate. Then keep tabs
on him using the feed from my shades, if possible. I’m going to give them to
him and hopefully he’ll keep them around his person.
TT: We’ll see.
TT: Just get over to his place as fast as possible. And don’t let Roxy
drunkenly fuck around with trivial game mechanics as his server. Just make sure
to get to Jake and get him off the island.
TT: That’s it.
As pleased as Dirk is for some of that news, Jake's mourning and the upcoming
game will be some complicated situations to deal with. He does plan on being
the puppeteer of this session, though, so it's just something to carefully
monitor as with everything else. What he needs to do now is soothe Brobot's
concerns over Jake English's fate once he's gone.
TT: You were right about my opinion that none of this really had to be said but
do you know what the kicker is?
TT: I'm actually pleased as hell that you did say it. Every fucking word of it.
TT: It shows that you care every bit as much about him as I do and I just have
to say that, yes, you're not the only Strider ready to lay down their life if
that's what it all comes down to but saying that is practically still me
avoiding the issue. So I'm going to say this as sincerely as possible for once:
TT: I'll watch over English and do what I can to ease any troubles that come
along. Even if my own feelings end up being rebuffed when I bring them up,
which will only happen after he's had some time to recover because fuck anyone
that takes advantage of someone at a fragile time like that, I'll do what I can
to take care of him.
TT: By that, I specifically mean I'll do everything in my power to keep him
safe whether it's warranted or not. I'll try to be realistic about the game,
considering we know the most shit about it at this time, but I promise he's in
safe hands.
TT: I don't take promises lightly either and you know that.
TT: This part probably sounds far better for ironic purposes but I'm honored
that you don't mind the idea of my attempt of carrying the metaphorical torch
later on here. I'll damn well make sure that Jake's smile can light up again.
He won't be alone.
Brobot stares hard at the orange text, then turns his eyes to Jake. Fuck, he is
going to miss him. This is incredibly difficult, to give up responsibility for
his human, even if it is to essentially himself. But Dirk seems to be taking
this seriously as expected, which is a relief in some ways and heartbreaking in
others. But the robot smiles slightly when he finishes reading.
TT: I trust you, bro.
It is getting later. Jake has probably been asleep for a couple of hours and
with Dirk starting to get more involved with the game, it's probably near time
to get the rabbit ready. He starts to pull the sleeping Jake against him to
kiss his face but then pauses, remembering the video feed.
TT: I'm going to go ahead and ask that you stop watching the feed now. For my
sake as much as yours. I will contact you again when I'm about to deactivate.
-- timaeusTestified [TT] ceased pestering timaeusTestified [TT] --
Oh wait.
timaeusTestified [TT] began pestering timaeusTestified [TT] --
TT: And unironically,
TT: Thanks for everything.
-- timaeusTestified [TT] ceased pestering timaeusTestified [TT] --
Then Brobot grabs Jake and holds him tightly, kissing all over his face with an
insane amount of love put into every peck. They can rest for a little longer,
he decides.
Jake makes a contented sound in his sleep at all of the kisses, cuddling into
his pillow in response. He'll probably wake up soon enough but he really is
enjoying a damn fine sleep. Definitely a good thing with how tough this goodbye
could be, which is almost certainly going to be the actual case.
Luckily for Dirk, he hadn't even had the nerve to go back to the video feed in
the first place. He tries hard not to think about the fact that maybe Jake woke
up and Brobot is giving him tender goodbye kisses, maybe even saying "I love
you." to the human. It's still terrible that his counterpart sort of beat
himself to the chase about the whole love confession thing, but he really can't
blame him. He only hopes that maybe in time, Jake can find an interest in the
human version and not see him as just some sort of replacement to Brobot, not
that Jake would ever use anyone like that. English is too genuine and
straightforward to do that.
The robot can't help but give a fond little smile to his human. Goddamn, Jake
is just like one of the boys from his shojo anime, which he watches ironically
when not monitoring the human. So cute, all snuggling like that. At least he
looks happy. And he will be well rested, which will be good for starting the
game... and for saying goodbye.
Brobot is feeling pretty okay with his deactivation now, knowing that Dirk is
going to take over. Of course it hurts to know that he isn’t going to see Jake
after this. It makes him want to cry, even though there is no possible way for
him to do so, to know he isn’t going to be able to wrestle with him, or
adventure through the jungle, or hold him, or pleasure him, or sleep with him,
or kiss him ever again. But at least he was able to do all of those things
today, and that helps to diminish the sense of regret he has about having to go
through with this.
And he also knows that by deactivating, Brobot is ensuring Jake has a chance at
a more normal life, maybe even a life with his human self. There would have
been so many issues in their robot-human relationship. Robots don’t get older;
they don’t change like humans. And while Jake is, without a doubt, a ride-or-
die kind of dude, Brobot would always sort of wonder if Jake wouldn’t be a
little happier with someone more like him, you know, with flesh and blood and a
real heart... And all of that doesn’t even include how he would feel about
making his creator and human counterpart deal with the partnership.
Yeah, he’s feeling pretty okay with this.
"Everything will be fine," he whispers fiercely, burying his nose in Jake’s
soft hair.
"Mm..." Jake stirs a little at the warm face pressing against him, his eyes
slowly and sleepily fluttering open. He doesn't seem to have heard the whisper
but gives a pleased grin all the same. "Hey, Bro."
The human pulls Brobot into a small hug, just his arms wrapped around the metal
neck. There's still a bit of a lax atmosphere from Jake's time resting, but
he's undoubtedly happy to have been able to wake up with the robot by his side.
He has the feeling that he's been sleeping longer than he intended to, but he
kind of doesn't want to ask. He'd sort of prefer to just pretend they have all
the time in the world.
The robot's mouth curls into a matching smile as Jake wakes up. It was nice to
see those emerald eyes again, as fucking adorable as he was while sleeping.
Brobot kisses him on the nose and runs his hands over the human's shoulders
when he's hugged.
"'Sup, Sleeping Beauty. How are you feeling?" The bot asks warmly, though with
a playful tone to his drawling voice (which has gone back to pretty much its
normal pitch by now, thank goodness, but it's still very accented, which may or
may not be because Jake said it sounded good that way).
Then more joking. "Did you have any dreams that you'd care to share? Maybe
involving yours truly in less than innocuous situations? I'm only asking
because I'm in dire need of information to update my database on human sleep
processes and the potential correlation of said processes on pre- and post-
awakening genital reflexes."
Is Brobot seriously talking about morning wood? Is that really what is
happening? He is definitely the most romantic and tender of bots. And he is
clearly extremely concerned with the upcoming heartbreaking sadness. Certainly.
"Heavens to Betsy, you're so fucking embarrassing!" Jake hides his face in the
pillow, his ears a bright red giving away that he's honest about the
embarrassment bit. What gave Brobot the gumption to start asking for
information asking about something like that? Hm, probably their enthused
activities from earlier, which reminds him of something.
Jake sits up despite the embarrassing question and reaches for a nearby box of
tissues, giving the robot a look to suggest that he shouldn't dare ask about
the strategic placement, though Brobot probably figured that out or maybe even
saw it quite a while back. He makes a little bit of a face and he removes the
dried white splatter from his skin. Dang, he should've taken care of this
earlier.
It doesn't take long for Brobot to start looking smug. Sitting up under the
sheet just makes it obvious that his question, and Jake's embarrassment, are
valid things. There's an area of cloth over the human's lap that's protruding
just slightly. He doesn't have a full erection by far, just enough to catch the
robot's eye. Jake finishes cleaning himself up and leans down to pick up his
glasses, noticing the renewed staring when he sits up and puts them back on. He
quickly obscures the view by placing his hands over that specific area. "Geez!
Brobot, come on! You don't have to look so smug."
Brobot makes a "snerk" noise at Jake's outrageous embarrassment, raises an
eyebrow at the tissue box near the bed, takes a good long gander at that sheet-
tent, and just generally looks like a totally smug douchebag. "All I did was
make some friendly inquiries to your well-being, English. No need to fly off
the handle."
The robot had completely forgotten about cleaning up Jake. Whoops. It can’t be
comfortable trying to pick off the dried fluid. Sorry, Jake! If he had
remembered, he would have made the human join him in an infinite shower, if
there were time for that sort of thing, which there wasn’t.
"You didn’t even answer my two perfectly innocent questions."
Jake narrows his eyes just slightly, getting a bit petulant. Is that how it's
going to be? Well then, fine, Jake English can deal with this sass. "Oh, no.
I'll answer them like the standup gent I am. I'm doing entirely right as rain
and I might have dreamt of you a bit. It's an innocent question, so I doubt
you'd want me to burn your ears with the scandalous particulars."
"You are indeed quite the standup gent and that was absolutely not a euphemism
of any sort," Brobot says in a way that might or might not be sincere, with a
slight gesture to Jake’s hand-covered crotch. They are both such difficult
dudes; it’s lucky no one can hear them. They probably would have murdered them
both in disgust at their ridiculous banter by now. The robot’s eyes light up a
bit when Jake finishes his piece in that cheeky manner of his. "It seems you
have used the word 'scandalous' as a modifier to the type of dreams you had
about me. I’ve got to say I’m interested in hearing more about this. Metal
doesn’t burn easily, Jake, though you are welcome to try your hand at doing so
to my ears."
"It seems," Jake says, looking a bit agitated with beginning the response with
that disliked phrase. "You would like some of the naughty specifics, hm? What
makes you think that, as the gentleman I am, I would dish some banter about
sucking your fingers and watching you orgasm all over again? Or wait, perhaps
the dream had been you teasing me with vibrate mode? Maybe it was me grinding
against you? Hm. I don't think I could tell you for sure. I wouldn't dare sully
your audio input with my dirty subconscious conjurations."
The human gives a teasing smirk and a wink. He can be a little fucking
mastermind when he wants to be. He certainly enjoys doling out as badly as he's
given.
Oh hell yes, Jake English is talking dirty this is the best thing ever. Even
the said human’s use of "it seems" is hot to the robot for some reason, even
though he is clearly annoyed by it (which was of course why Brobot used it in
the first place). Brobot tries to keeps his poker face as best he can but no,
he can barely suppress a groan at listening to such sexiness coming from Jake’s
mouth, making his brain flash through memories of all those things. He is so
fucking impudent it shouldn’t even be allowed.
The robot manages to not jump Jake’s bones and instead just looks at him with
dangerously dark eyes and a small smile. With a husky voice, he says, "What a
shame you are such a gentleman. I was hoping to hear all about a dream where I
slowly worked you over with my tongue and sucked your dick until you screamed
my name. Oh well, looks like my ears will remain unpolluted for another day."
Jake peeks at a nearby little clock of his and... there's still time for some
banter. Only so much time left, but still. "I suppose so. It would be fuckin'
unconscionable for me to go around gabbing about dreams where you might have
had a lap full of intrepid adventurer while you vibrate and it makes him cry
for more. If some sort of heartell of the correspondence got back to you, I'd
be totally beside myself over that shit!"
Brobot wishes the clock would stop. He slides a little closer to Jake then
folds his arms behind his head, looking intensely at the human before switching
his gaze to the ceiling with mock disinterest. "Let me tell you how fucking
glad I am that you are so concerned for my virgin metal ears. You are the
absolute best, no lie. I don't know what I would do if I had to listen to any
filth about how, in your slumber, I got a very special chassis upgrade and came
in while you were in the shower and fucked you silly with it, your chest
slamming into the cold wet wall in delicious contrast to the hot water raining
down on you as I grabbed your slippery hips and took you from behind. Goddamn,
that would be seriously horrible. I am counting my blessings here."
Jake's breath hitches at that one and his hands seem to push down particularly
obviously now, whether to somehow help or hinder his bit of morning wood isn't
very clear. The conversation is one he can run with, though, glad to have
another little distraction for the moment. Just a little more time between
them. "Oh, I know what you mean. Not to mention the fact that before you could
get in back there, I'd probably want to suck on it a bit. Maybe as a nice
metaphorical christening. I can't get into the details, though. That would be
far too much. I mean, can you imagine me getting my mitts on that robo-dick? My
subconscious just might have, but saying it aloud wouldn't be proper in front
of you."
Brobot growls softly, definitely getting riled up by the suggested imagining of
Jake "getting his mitts on that robo-dick." He stops looking at the ceiling and
stares blatantly and hungrily at the hands pushing down the tented sheet.
"Your old-fashioned notions of propriety appeal immensely to my extreme
sensitivity about sexy shit like your hot mouth all over my metal cock,
especially while you have me pinned underneath you with your tantalizing lower
half in reach of my own mouth so that I can reciprocate the sucking. I don’t
even know what something like that would even be called, I’m such an naive and
pure robot."
The robot shifts even closer, but keeps his itching fingers behind his head.
"I know it and I certainly wouldn't want to change that by somehow pointing out
that it's probably called sixty-nine?" Jake's sounding just slightly unsure
about that one, but he's fairly certain that's what it's called. Yeah,
definitely, but it is amusing seeing how he's on slightly shaky footing when it
comes to certain bits of sexual knowledge. "I don't have it in me to blather
about that in front of you. I can't even fathom a sweet chap like you getting
into that business. Not at all."
It was cute how Jake was still more naïve than the robot, not that he was
anywhere near innocent. Cue pointed glances at masturbation tissue box, entire
current conversation, and the earlier events. He could have learned so much
more from Brobot. They could explored all kinds of risque situations,
especially since robots were able to do certain things that humans could not.
And there was always some curiosity among the Striders if there was some sort
of danger fetish involving deudly firearms that Jake harbored given his extreme
affinity for guns, not that any of them could even conceive of putting Jake in
harm's way with loaded weapons. Unloaded, though, for a roleplay scenario. Hm.
"Your knowledge of my character is completely accurate, Jake. I would never-
what was it you said? Sixty-nine? I would never have sixty-nining mutual
blowjobs with you. Or participate in any other deviant sexual practice,
including any sort of kink involving being blindfolded and tied up to the bed,
rubbing edible matter on my exterior for you to remove with your tongue... or
threesomes," Brobot says, looking into Jake’s face seriously, trying to gauge a
response. How adverse was Jake to that idea? Except the robot kind of regrets
mentioning it, not really sure if he wants to know how willing Jake is to let
another person into his bed— especially since the person will more likely than
not be Dirk after the robot’s deactivated, making it not a threesome and kind
of upsetting.
Jake risks moving one of his hands to nervously run a hand through his own hair
at the question. He's a bit surprised to hear something like that pop up from
the robot and now he's just being stared at like the subject matter wasn't
entirely teasing or ironic or whatever the hell would be the right disingenuous
Strider way to put it that would confuse the shit out of him. It's kind of
making him falter out of the teasing banter. "A threesome? Uhh. I'm not so sure
about that sort of thing. I mean, this has all been some really new territory
and hell if I haven't been warming up to you considerably today. This happened
really fast for a lot of reasons but I think I'm a one man- robot- shit.
Whatever term isn't fucking offensive in this delicate situation? The point is
I think I'm a one bedfellow man at this stage and that's you if that's not a
problem?"
Alright, he made Jake on edge, which was not the plan. Diffuse, diffuse! His
serious face faded quickly to the usual deadpan (totally seriously a different
expression yeah). "It wasn’t really a proposition for adding another person to
this cozy as a puppet’s ass situation we’ve got going. And we don’t even have
time for that, even if you were flat-out like, ‘Yeah, Bro! Let’s add another
buster to this, fucking shucks!’" Brobot pauses, then adds quietly, "I don’t
even want to share. You’re as much mine as I am yours."
At least for the time being that was some hella true, albeit sappy, shit.
Brobot is honestly thankful that Jake was willing to give this a shot at all,
that he seemed to change his mind, or at least realize something that he hadn’t
before, and gave the robot a chance to get at his heart.
“I was merely stating yet another thing that I, being the sweet, virginal robot
that I am, would not submit myself to given the extremely sordid nature of
three dudes fucking around in bed." Diffuse some more. "Now two dudes fucking
around in bed, if their names happen to be Jake English and Brobot... that is
perhaps something to which I would be willing to submit.”
At this he initiates another distraction ploy and pushes Jake’s hand and the
sheets out of the way to roll on top of the naked human, obviously careful of
the dude’s hard-on. The bot snuggles his face into his warm and soft and
lightly muscled chest and wraps his metal arms around his neck, then rests his
chin on the human’s sternum, looking up at Jake rather cutely.
***** In which Brobot says goodbye. *****
Poor Jake responds with a flustered blush, a bit uncomfortable for an entirely
different reason now. The way Brobot's just happily chilling away on top of the
admittedly still slightly aroused human is definitely distracting, especially
just feeling the warm weight of him. The human shivers a little at this turn of
events. "Ahh. Geez, Brobot. I..."
A pair of human hands, the only ones possible given the population of
hellmurder island, rest where Brobot's shoulder blades should be. Jake
carefully rubs the robot's back, a little unsure of what to say. He certainly
doesn't look uninterested in the situation, though, his own existing flesh and
blood crotch-dachshund prodding Brobot with interest. At least Mr. Terry Kiser
is almost done, so they do have time, albeit still limited time to an extent.
“Feels nice,” Brobot mumbles into Jake’s chest, while he gets a totally sweet
robo-back rub. Being pressed against the human’s warm body with his hands
running over his metal skin— it’s incredibly comforting. It makes the robot
feel accepted and loved, which is pretty much the greatest thing ever for a
hunk of steel to experience. And the boner somewhat insistently nudging him
ain't bad either. He presses his chassis harder against his human, earning a
little grunt of surprise.
“Shit, I’m going to miss you so fucking much, Jake," he says sorta gruffly, his
voice muffled by the kisses he is now lovingly running along the expanse of
skin under him.
"I'll miss you, too. So damn much," Jake says, still rubbing the robot's back.
Shit, he doesn't want to think of how things are going to go down, but maybe
it's time to? At least he can get one thing out of the way. "I kind of don't
want to ask, but it's bothersome and I need to know: If I can't manage to
revive you... will you forgive me?"
He feels a twinge of regret when the question comes out. The human manages to
pull Brobot up, having been interrupted from the kisses by a question like
that, and kisses along his jaw. Jake really doesn't want things to get too
heavy all at once.
The robot reluctantly pulls his jaw away from Jake's kisses and cradles the
human's face between his smooth hands, rubbing his thumbs over the flushed
cheeks. Looking him straight in his green eyes, Brobot almost gulps, feeling a
sensation similar to his throat tightening at seeing those pretty eyes
reflecting his glowing red ones. But his expression means business.
"That shouldn't even be a question. I could never be mad at you or resentful
for anything, Jake, even if I gave it my fucking all. You are the reason for my
existence and I mean that in the most romantic way not the literal 'you put me
together' way." His lips twitched, almost smiling but unable to with the
seriousness of his next sentence. "I am not expecting to come back. When I say
goodbye to you, it's going to be for good. You need to focus on sending the
rabbit and playing the game now. You’re going to be extremely busy and I need
you to stay alert because I won’t be around to save your ass if you get into
trouble again.”
The metal boy was just spewing words at this point, trying to contain the rush
of emotion that he could not and would not ever believe was a product of his
programming. It was completely real.
“And then pretty soon you're going to meet up with everyone; Roxy and Jane and
my crea-" Brobot chokes on the word, uranium heart flaring at the understanding
of what was likely to happen with Strider and Jake when they met. He recovers
quickly.
"Dirk. With Dirk, too. He's... excited to see you. Try not to," he falters
again, having to force his vocal box to work. “Try not to compare him to me.”
Brobot doesn’t actually think Jake would do such a thing; the boy is far too
real and nonjudgmental. But he’s saying this for Dirk’s sake, because he knows
his creator will have more of a chance if Brobot is distanced from him. And
maybe he's also saying it for his own sake, because he wants to be remembered
as his own person, robotic counterpart to Strider though he may be.
Feeling almost completely overwhelmed, he decides to shut up and pulls the
human’s face towards his for a chaste kiss. “You’ve given me so much today,
Jake.”
The bespectacled human can't bring himself to speak on most of the subject, but
he certainly doesn't plan on thinking of Dirk being the same as Brobot, even if
there are similarities here and there. Jake pulls Brobot into another kiss and
then a tight hug, desperately needing the affection right now. "The feeling's
mutual, Bro. Cripes, I'll miss you. I was such a frigging dumbass, using up all
of that uranium. I'm sorry."
Well, it looks like the lesson was learned. Brobot doesn't feel particularly
happy about that though, especially since Jake is beating himself up about it
now. He kind of hates Dirk, and himself, for always wanting to improve their
friends. The methods they use are pretty stupid and painful in retrospect, even
if they do get the job done. The robot shakes his head in disagreement and
hushes. "Shh. Only kisses now."
And so Brobot kisses the hell outta Jake's lips, murmuring sweet things in
between lip-locks and stroking his hair and face and chest.
The kisses are serving as a very good distraction for the moment. Jake returns
the affectionate mumbled comments between their kisses with a few of his own.
He can certainly deal with not thinking of his regrets and the painful loss
he's about to have to endure on top of that. He keeps hugging Brobot tightly,
simply wanting to never let go, even though he knows that's no real option at
this point.
Brobot sighs as he manages to pull away from Jake's hug enough to look at the
clock, not that it was necessary since he can tell the time internally. Dirk is
going to be getting ready for Jake to install the server disc really soon and
the bunny should probably be finished before that happens. Alright. The robot
starts to get up, but the clinging human is making this action extremely
difficult. He nearly laughs at Jake's persistent hug.
"Being carried around like an infant isn't really befitting an intrepid, manly
explorer of your panache and swagger but if you insist," he says with a playful
smile, lifting Jake off the bed like a fucking adorable koala baby, holding him
tightly while supporting (and possibly groping) his rump. He stands, the human
still in his arms, and walks towards the far corner of the room where Jake's
shirt is. "Some tough guy you are, English."
"Hey! I didn't expect you to damn well pick me up!" Jake protests with a blush,
clinging tightly to the robot since he doesn't exactly feel like falling down
at this moment. "Where the devilfucking dickens are we going anyway?"
The human cranes around slightly and sees that Brobot's attempting to reach his
clothes. He frowns slightly at them, having a good idea of what this signifies.
Glad as he is that the robot is helping to keep him on task, it's all kind of
crashing into place now. Stupid Mr. Terry Kiser (not really, since the actual
guy's totally hilarious in his japery) and stupid Dirk (also not really, since
Dirk is his best bro and he's a genius on top of that, but being in this
situation is kind of godawful).
"It's an adventure, of course, to acquire some antiquated and wholly
unnecessary relics that I believe are called 'clothes.' As far as I know you
don't involve yourself with things that aren't ventures of potentially perilous
nature, so I am accommodating you. No need to thank me." Brobot shifts Jake
slightly to get a better grip while he walks then begins setting a scene, to
try to keep his human entertained and not-frowning for the time-being. "We are
now traveling the corners of this temple ruin, which appears to already have
been desecrated by some dude prior to our arrival, given the huge amounts of
shit strewn all over the place."
He nudges a comic book out of the way with his foot. Another Spider-Girl issue,
what a surprise. "Okay, I totally just killed another giant spider. Fuck, that
was awesome, right? Thankfully now I have a target object in my sight. It
appears to have the fabled green skull on it, which is a sure sign of its
importance to our quest today."
The shirt is crumpled right in the corner and Brobot takes a moment to
appreciate his ability to sexily chuck articles of clothing across the room.
Then he lifts the pile of white fabric up with his foot, holding Jake up with
one arm momentarily while he grabs it with his hand.
He keeps it in his fist and looks at Jake seriously as he reports, "Captain
English, our first accession has been made with little difficulty. It seems
this temple has little in the way of pitfalls though I must report that it is
fiendishly difficult to navigate with all of this mess. I can't seem to locate
the other wares..."
Brobot wonders if Jake will play along with his awesome (and totally ironic and
definitely not something that the robot finds actually enjoyable or anything)
fantasy roleplay scenario or get annoyed with him.
A chuckle manages to escape Jake at this ridiculousness and he leans up for a
grateful little kiss. "You're such a dork."
The comment gets an incredulous look. “I’m a dork? It looks to me like I’m
giving you everything you could ever possibly want right now. You’ve got this
huge boner for adventures, everyone knows that. But I know you also love to
roleplay, bro. You’re always adding ridiculous actions to your chat
conversations- *gropes for conveniently placed tissue box while reading Spider-
Girl in bed*.”
"Hey. I don't do that while reading Spider-Girl," Jake protests. The human
shifts a bit in Brobot's arm, more than ready to stand up if given the
opportunity. Not that he really minds being held close or anything despite the
faded arousal and all. He still enjoys the warmth and closeness, but it does
feel a bit silly to be carried around. Either way, he'll play along with this.
He's a damn good sport and does find this little "quest" to be amusing.
Brobot notices the boy shifting like he’s ready to be put down and immediately
turns and presses him against the closest wall with a thud, whispering in his
ear, “Nuh-uh, I’m not letting you go yet.”
Then he kisses down his neck and up to his lips to return the thankful kiss
sweetly but increasing intensely. A little bit of sexy never hurt anything; in
fact, the robot would argue that it helps to keep Jake on his toes (difficult
since they are dangling a couple feet in the air). But there was work to be
done, so Brobot reluctantly pulls away after a brief make out session with Jake
pinned against the wall.
“We have to finish the adventure. Some daring dudes we’d be if we gave up
already. But I must ask for your assistance in navigation, Captain. I
legitimately cannot locate your underw— the remaining artifacts.”
"That's because you tossed my knickers across the damn room. You brought it on
yourself," the human remarks, pleasantly flushed from being pressed to the wall
and kissed silly. Brobot sure does love kissing him silly. Jake makes a
pleased, almost breathless chuckle and points to where his discarded briefs are
laying. He snickers and says, "I think the target's been acquired? I know you
do love plundering my drawers."
Oh there they are. Brobot even doesn't know how he missed them with the rainbow
rumpus ass-skull party assaulting his eyes as soon as he looked in the area
Jake pointed. He meanders over to that point in the room, near the beloved
Neytiri poster.
"How's it shaking, Neyney?" the robot greets as he reaches the wall hanging.
"Had any good extraterrestrial yiff fests with Jake recently?"
"Hey. It's not my fault she happens to be a total babe," Jake says in a huff.
"Also, what the devil's a yiff fest?"
Brobot suppresses his laughter at Jake's yiff fest confusion into a horrific
sounding snort-choke, though. What a cutie. He decides to skip over the grisly
and explicit details of furry socialization practices and answer the human's
second question. He'd probably get his rainbow-skull knickers in a twist over
it.
He bends over with some difficulty to pick up the skull covered briefs and
makes a small celebratory noise when they are firmly in his grasp, along with
the shirt. "Was that plundering comment an acknowledgement of my interest in
your ass or my habit of stealing your panties? Both are valid answers, of
course." Brobot wonders if he should even bother trying to find Jake's shorts.
Can't the dude just run around in his underwear forever?
Jake shifts a little in the robot's arms. "Wait a minute, you've filched some
of my underwear? Frig! I was wondering why I had a few unaccounted pairs."
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize you kept such close tabs on your briefs or I would
have never taken them. I just liked to rub my face all over their skull-covered
surface in hopes that I can find some form of DNA sample (to collect in a
ridiculously robotically precise way) so I could have a piece of you with me
forever." He was joking obviously.
"And I like to wear them around sometimes." That was a serious statement and
considerably less creepy, he hoped.
It's Jake's turn to snort at the situation. Brobot seriously enjoys trying on
undergarments? That's kind of adorable in a weird eccentric way. The DNA thing,
not so cute but that bit sounded a bit more jesting in tone, if only slightly.
He'll just concentrate on the wearing bit regardless. "You were curious about
underwear? Haha. Do tell, Brobot."
The robot dryly acknowledges Jake's laughter. "I don't know how much there is
to tell. I-"
He thinks about the silly daydreams and fantasies he has based on various media
he observed. Wearing your lover's clothing was something Brobot frequently saw
and had always found strangely appealing. But it was something that, as a robot
who did not regularly and had no need to wear clothes (unless you count the
shades), was also always a little depressing. One day he ended up stealing a
couple of Jake's articles of clothing to try on. The shorts were constricting
and he disliked them. But the shirt was soft against his metal and it smelled
like Jake and that was nice. The briefs were worn to gain fodder to use against
the human during a nice, long harassment session at a later date, but they made
him feel like a goddamn superhero and so he decided to keep them. The pairs he
stole were pretty boring; if Brobot had seen the silly skull covered ones, he
would have taken them for sure.
"I think I understand. You were going to lord over me that you got in my pants,
so to speak, right?" Jake chuckles again at that. Admittedly, the whole undie-
raid angle was a bit weird, but there's not much to be done with it. Hell, it's
almost flattering in a weird way though Jake's never going to acknowledge that
it is. Stalking's creepy but the human would rather not metaphorically beat up
Brobot for something that's going to be totally inconsequential soon. Plus, it
could be a mostly innocent, or at least not overtly sexual, sort of thing for
all he knows. Maybe Brobot was a bit curious about clothing since he doesn't
wear any. "I'm not sure where the blasted shorts went."
"That was perhaps the original intent. However, that plan is useless now since
there's little reason to tease you about something you seem to have accepted
wholeheartedly. Not that I'm complaining," Brobot replies with a loving nuzzle
before miraculously locating the shorts not far from the bed. Looks like he
didn't feel the need to toss those across the room, surprise. He kicks them up
into reach and snatches them out of the air, a totally sweet move that Jake
can't appreciate from his koala position. Brobot notes the lack of a button
because of earlier hijinks and ends up tossing them aside in favor of grabbing
an undamaged pair. Plus it made for a nice little stall, enjoying holding the
human for just that much longer.
"Captain, I have finished collecting the objects. We can return to the base now
for celebration of our immense success." The robot sits down on the edge of the
bed, adjusting Jake so that he fits comfortably on his lap. He wraps his arms
around the human, rubbing his hands over the still naked skin seemingly trying
to take it all in before having to see it disappear under clothing. Green eyes
stare at him and he feels so at home reflected in them that it hurts so Brobot
leans slightly forward and barely brushes his lips to Jake's, looking deeply
back at him with his red fake eyes.
The organic green eyes behind glasses gaze in return. It's kind of an odd
thing, looking straight at someone's eyes while so close, but Jake would rather
see all he can instead of getting all shifty over some intimacy. He does close
his eyes during a brief kiss out of habit but opens them again after pulling
back just slightly. Another goofy smile is telling Brobot that this is cool
with the human and he's enjoying the affectionate touches. Jake even ghosts his
hands on the robot's metal in return, maybe still curious and taking in all of
the subtle changes in shape. "Spiffing good job you did, Bro. I'm not exactly
sure I've been bandying for them, but these artifacts will come in handy for
covering my junk."
Brobot cracks a grin. "No need for the praise. I'm merely doing my duty, sir."
His eyes glow softly at the exploring hands and he rests his own lightly on
Jake's hips, fingers rubbing circles over his slightly pokey hipbones covered
by a soft layer of skin. Everything about the human was just fucking awesome
and weirdly beautiful to the robot. Clearly everyone else thought Jake English
was the shit too, but Brobot doubted anyone else thought it as much as he did.
Except maybe Dirk and AR but that was pretty much a given.
The bot looks at the pile of clothing next to him on the bed with a sigh, then
decides fuck that and goes back to kissing for the time-being. He needs to get
in all he can before the end, which is going to happen pretty much right after
those clothes cover Jake's junk. He uses his grip to pull the human closer
against his metal body, nipping at his lips encouragingly.
"Mm." Jake wraps his arms around Brobot, very willing to participate in a few
more kisses. He knows the robot can keep track of the time, which is kind of
awful in a way. That timer's practically a doomsday clock and Brobot's actually
going with it for his sake. He pulls Brobot as close as possible, kissing him
with as much affection as he can possibly muster for the moment, which happens
to be a whole damn lot.
One of Brobot's metal hands leaves the comfort of Jake's hip and nests itself
in his hair as the bot's tongue swipes over the plush warm lips. One more
taste. Fuck, this is the worst thing ever. Not the kissing. The kissing is
perfect. The other stuff is what sucks.
Finally Brobot pulls away, his eyes remaining tightly closed for a second as he
grapples with the sadness that struck him like a big-ass semi. Okay, he's
feeling under control and so he opens his eyes and- goddammit. Jake is too
fucking perfect. He's trying his hardest not to show the pain he is most
definitely experiencing as he picks up Jake's familiar white shirt and turns it
right-side out. He scrunches it and slips it over the human's head, slightly
sorry that's he's treating Jake like such a child but mostly just wanting to
take care of him for a little longer, since he won't be able to do so ever
again. As Jake's head pops out through the neck hole, hair even messier and
glasses slightly skewed, Brobot manages to smile and say, "Looking pretty damn
hot there, English."
"Glad to be privy to that information, you sappy tin can," Jake says with
another goofy grin and a kiss. It's getting awful for him, too, knowing that
Brobot intends to be gone for good. The robot might be right that there's not
time to try reviving him, not to mention the fact he probably won't be able to
come back anyway with how complicated all of the robotics and memory recovery
jive is, but damn it's awful to think of. "I promise I'll think of you."
"I know you will," Brobot replies softly and that might sound like a really
douchebag-y and self-absorbed thing to say (and maybe it is a little) but he
means it more as a compliment to Jake's character. The robot is sure that he's
always going to have a place in Jake's mind and maybe his heart too because
that's just how Jake is about things. He's a pretty passionate guy. But it's
still nice, albeit depressing, to hear aloud. "Just try not to do it in public
too much. You might freak people out with that tent in your shorts."
He smack-pats Jake's butt and hands him his underwear, suggesting that he get
off of Brobot's lap and put them on.
"Haha. I'll try, but I can be a damn virile man," Jake replies jokingly with a
little wink. He removes himself from the robot's lap and quickly slips his
briefs back on. He doesn't want to get it over with quicker or anything but he
does want some decent time to say last goodbyes. He needs that, considering the
finality of all of this.
Brobot gives a bark of roboty laughter and tosses the shorts to Jake, leaning
back on the bed and watching the human as he dresses.
"Oh man, this is like a strip-tease in reverse," he says with a grin. The robot
is really trying his best to keep the mood from becoming too sad, but honestly,
it's not going to be something he can keep up for too much longer. He's gonna
miss Jake and though the robot isn't scared of being shut down, the uncertainty
of what's going to happen afterwards... well, he would be lying if he said it
wasn't stressing him out.
Jake catches the shorts and begins to slip them on. Brobot's not the only
nervous one, considering how everyone is so convinced this game will have some
exponentially huge stakes involved. Still, he doesn't want his nerves to get
the best of him already. He keeps joking along with the robot instead. "Hm.
Makes it more effective at the teasing, I guess, huh?"
"Mm. Not if I watch it in reverse," Brobot replies, tilting his head like he's
getting a new angle on the scene. "One of the many benefits of being a robot."
He holds his shiny hands out to Jake, beckoning him over so he can help button
the shorts up, not that he needs help with that.
Holding the shorts on just a little, Jake steps a bit closer to allow Brobot to
finish the job. Sure, he most assuredly doesn't need the help, but it's
actually pretty cool to have so much attention. Big goofy smiles and warm
fuzzies all around. At least the affection is as real as they can perceive,
even if the same thing can't entirely be said for the ease of the situation.
Brobot's fingers deftly zip up and button Jake's shorts then he looks up at the
human, who is towering over him from his seated position on the edge of the
bed. "Well, that was considerably less fun than removing your clothes but at
least you are presentable."
Jake's smiling and that makes the robot as happy as anything as he wraps his
arms around his middle and kisses the shirt-covered stomach. The robot would
love to just rest his head there forever, face pressed against the warmth of
the human's belly, but alas.
"You ready to get this thing going?" He asks into the fabric.
Jake holds Brobot in a hug, albeit awkwardly with their positions, just
enjoying the feeling for the moment. It takes a few minutes of that before he
can bring himself to say, "As ready as I can be."
"Alright," Brobot says calmly, as he scoots Jake back enough to have room to
stand. The bunny is across the room and it is probably best if Jake handles the
uranium for the smallest amount of time possible, so he walks over to the desk,
assuming Jake will follow. In his head, he runs through all of the things he
needs to do before deactivation, in no particular order:
- Pester Dirk.
- Give shades to Jake.
- Say last words.
- Kiss Jake like it's the last time because it motherfuckin' is.
And when his human comes into reach, Brobot smoothly steps forward, puts his
hands on the sides of Jake's face, and presses their lips together in a way
that isn't desperate but still conveys all the finality of the situation.
Jake's lips are soft but slightly chapped and warm and sort of moist and thank
the fucking robot gods for sensory nodes because this is the most perfect last
feeling he could ever ask for. Check.
And when it ends, which takes a little while, he opens his chat window and
begins the internal conversation while sliding open his chest plate to gain
access to the power chamber. Check.
-- timaeusTestified [TT] began pestering timaeusTestified [TT] --
TT: Dirk.
TT: It's time.
Dirk reluctantly goes to the video and audio feed, feeling another pang at
seeing Jake's face, then responds to the Pesterchum message.
TT: I'm ready when you are.
"Brobot..." Jake bites his bottom lip for a moment, understandably apprehensive
at what's taking place right now. Not to mention he doesn't know that Dirk's
watching and listening right now. "Listen. By gum, I don't think I can just
have you leave without saying this. I really like you, maybe even... love you.
It's really fucking soon and I know it probably sounds like I want to make a
boondoggle out of this, but I didn't want you to go without knowing that."
Dirk almost flinches at that. Jake practically just said that he loves Brobot.
Fuck, he's really making a mess of things, going through with this. Jake needs
to better utilize his resources and be more tough, though, especially not
having a dream self to fall back on. This is all for his own good. Dirk still
feels stupid for it, though. This is terrible and he's quickly realizing it but
he can't just turn around and pretend to make everything alright. Taking it
back now would almost be cruel in itself after everything leading up to this
moment.
Brobot actually laughs, then quickly sobers up, not wanting Jake to think that
he was laughing at the seriousness of the sort of almost love confession.
"Jake," he starts saying softly, reaching one hand out to touch the human's
face. But then he pauses and reaches into his sylladex and pulls out his red
shades, his face unreadable. It is definitely a subject change- though not
because he doesn't love Jake or want to reciprocate the confession. He just has
complicated feelings about telling Jake outright at this moment, knowing Dirk
is there.
"I want you to have these." He slips them over Jake's glasses. They look
ridiculous. Check. "You can use them instead of your skulltop, though I know
the likelihood of you doing that is pretty low. Regardless, I'd like it if you
kept them with you, preferably on your face."
He kicks the video feed to record from the glasses, suddenly staring directly
at himself as he checks to see if it works, which, of course, it does.
Then he looks hard at Jake before firmly taking his hand and guiding it into
his open chest, forcing his fingers around a completely nondescript metal
cylinder about the size of a fist.
"The containment chamber works like a battery," he explains, staring right past
Jake's fucking awesome new shades into his emerald eyes. "The uranium stays
safely inside and power is accessed through hooking up to the terminals on the
outside."
He will have about 10 seconds once the battery is removed before his system
shuts down. It's not enough time, but it will do.
"Pull," Brobot orders softly, as he helps Jake rip his heart out of his chest.
With calm eyes and a quiet pensiveness, he regards how his own metal fingers
cradle the human's shaking ones as they curl protectively around the metal
object in his hand. Jake is literally holding his heart. He smiles slightly at
that and reaches for the human's face, feeling the energy slipping away and
darkening his vision.
"Stay safe, Jake," he manages to gather enough residual power for his voice box
and stroke his thumb over the softness of his beloved human's cheek. "I lo-"
The irony of having those last words cut off was, knowing a Strider, probably
intentional. Dammit. The robot's eyes cut out and turn completely black, and
his arms drop, head lolling down to rest on his chest. He remains standing, but
it is clear that he is now completely and totally inactive.
And thousands of miles and about four centuries away, Dirk suddenly finds
himself looking at his dead robot replica from the perspective of the person
who was forced to kill it by none other than Dirk himself. The person he is in
love with, who now, more than likely, hates his guts at least a little. He
turns his attention to the message that has been flashing on his screen, the
blue text matching the totally sweet hat he put on the now open chassis, trying
in some (supposedly) ironic way to appeal to Jake's inexplicable love of the
color.
TT: I just wanted to say before I kick it,
TT: As much as you kick ass at pretty much everything, you kind of suck balls
at understanding interpersonal relationships. And I guess you could say that
this is my way of showing you that.
TT: Anyway, thanks for creating me, bro. It's been fun.
TT: Tell Jake we love him.
-- timaeusTestified [TT] ceased pestering timaeusTestified [TT] --
-- timaeusTestified [TT] is now OFFLINE. --
Strider is frozen, transfixed on the screen, fingers hovering above the
keyboard but unable to move. And he feels like a huge douchebag.
"Bro..." Jake clutches the containment chamber tightly, shaking just slightly
if the video feed from the shades is anything to go by and, come on, it's
streaming video and audio. "F-fuck."
Dirk slowly brings his hand to his face and rubs his orange eyes. He really
doesn't want to hear Jake's shaking voice, he doesn't want to see him
struggling with this. In all of the intense planning of how shit was going down
today, this was not even a remote possibility in his brain and now it is
blowing up in his face, leaving him wondering what the fuck just happened. Damn
his reckless tendencies. He doesn't really know what to do.
Dirk does know that he's being a shitty server player right now, which he isn't
cool with, and Jane is going to need some more help because like hell he is
going to let her wander off on her own. And he knows that the dude he has been
in love with for at least 3 years is suffering at his hands. There probably
isn't much he can do about that though and also the best plan of action would
probably be to leave Jake the fuck alone for a while but Dirk has never been
good at not involving himself. Time to potentially screw up more shit.
Steeling himself for the worst and, honestly, he isn't expecting anything less
than an absolutely shitty interaction here, he brings up a new Pesterchum
window with a one, GT.
-- timaeusTestified [TT] began pestering golgothasTerror [GT] --
TT: Jake.
God dammit. His hands are shaking. Man the fuck up, Strider.
TT: You there?
A sound, almost like a gasp of surprise, registers in the audio feed. Jake
probably didn't even think about Strider pestering him now of all times. Right
after what he had to do to Brobot. His grip tightens a little bit more on the
ill-gotten uranium's containment chamber. He doesn't need this right now. Not
from Dirk. This does warrant a response, though. Strider is still a friend,
even if he's always been a bit insufferable in his ways and this was just...
this was just fucking right out. After all, he probably has some indicator of
Brobot's basic functions or something. Then again, as far as Jake knows,
there's a good chance Dirk doesn't even know what had gone down past Jake
finally obtaining the uranium.
GT: Strider.
GT: I dont have time for any malarkey right now.
GT: I have work to do.
-- golgothasTerror [GT] ceased pestering timaeusTestified [TT] --
Jake removes the pointy red shades from his eyes and stuffs them into his
sylladex. It's not like Brobot will know that he's not wearing them. He looks
at the... corpse, for lack of a more elegant term, and frowns. "I'm so fucking
sorry."
The video feed suddenly turns to static as the glasses are removed. He can get
some audio still but it is only the sound of something rubbing against the
microphone- a crackling noise that doesn't provide any information at all.
Though it's not like Dirk doesn't know what Jake's doing. He's getting his shit
together and finishing the rabbit, just like Dirk had been wanting him to do.
He's finally serious about it and it showed in the tone that Jake just took
with him in that chat. And in the way he logged off without letting Dirk get in
a single word-
Well, it was pretty much what he expected. And he would even venture to say
that the terseness that Jake just met him with was exactly what he had wanted
from English all along. But it didn't make it hurt any less, having all the
things he had been trying to train Jake to do finally work under these
circumstances and now it's being directed at him in some fucking sick twist of
fate.
Dirk finally minimizes the useless feed, not willing to exit out and break his
promise to Brobot even though he is clearly unable to monitor Jake's situation
at the moment. Then he closes his eyes to try to clear his head. Hopefully Jake
will come around soon. Until then, he clenches his jaw and opens the Sburb
window to a view of Jane running around her house and he tells himself to
forget about everything, just play the goddamn game.
Jake looks down at the containment chamber and then resolutely at Mr. Terry
Kiser. Time to wrap this up.
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