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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Kingdom_Hearts
  Relationship:
      Axel/Xion
  Character:
      Axel, Xion, OFC, OMC
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Pseudo-Incest, Robot_Sex, Alternate_Universe_-_Robot,
      Miscarriage, Molestation, Het, Age_Difference, Community:_30_lemons
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      Published: 2010-08-29 Words: 6758
****** We Are The Future ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     AX31 and X10N - humanity's next step.
The creators are proud of this one. It's the most realistic one they've ever
made, they tell each other, standing around the table their new creation is
sitting on, staring at them with wide blue eyes. And what beautiful eyes they
are, the pupils expanding and contracting as they take in the surroundings of
the over-bright laboratory. The creators exclaim over the way her synthetic
skin is breaking out in goosebumps, each tiny hair (so carefully, so precisely
placed) standing at attention. They gasp in wonder at the way her eyes widen in
fear (but not fear, of course, because what does a robot know of fear?),
manipulating her hands, bending each delicate finger with their own gloved
ones. She is a marvel, they tell each other, a pure, amazing marvel, and they
ignore their marvel as they congratulate themselves on their ingenuity, while
their new creation huddles on the table and shivers with fear.
AX31 is in the corner - their previous creation, no longer the darling, but
still kept around, because how can they scrap something like that? All of the
artistry that went into him, it would be a crime to ruin a thing like that. So
they keep him around, and his bitterness grows. Bitterness, in a robot! The
very thought of it has been the subject of endless papers, and AX31 is happy
enough to oblige. What personality doesn't like being given attention?
Especially one who is used to having attention lavished on them, only to have
it withdrawn. The creators don't mind him shadowing them, that much. When he
becomes too much trouble, they find other things to distract him. Books,
movies, art, puzzles, all wonderful things to distract his marvelous, genius
brain. But the birth of a sibling - she is a sibling, practically - is always a
thing a person should see, right?
X10N. She's the tenth, this perfect little marvel sitting on the table and
staring out with her wide blue eyes. X1N never woke up, her tiny mechanical
heart failing before she had a chance to open her eyes. X2N malfunctioned…
somehow. They aren't really sure what it was, but they suspect sabotage was
involved, a mole from the anti-robot groups. X3N was stolen by an anti-robot
group, possibly the same one who sabotaged her little sister, breaking into the
lab and taking her away. Perhaps they were spurred on by tales of how she was
originated, made from bits and pieces of real children. All lies, of course.
They tore her open first, to expose her metal ribcage, proof that she was
nothing but a machine. Something went wrong with X4N, something they don't talk
about. But she opened her eyes and wouldn't stop screaming, until they had to
remove the vocal cords. When they examined her brain, they found a short
circuit.
An anti-robot mob broke into the lab, torching the entire place. One of the
creators still remembers the sight of X5N's almost complete face, melting in
the flames. He's not a creator anymore. He's in a special place, as they
explain to AX31. Two years later, AX31 finds out the truth, and that is the
first time he feels something like anger. That is when the creators are working
on creating X6N, and he pointed the bitterness at her (or it? But if X6N is
"it", then what does that make AX31?), and when the creators "switched on" X6N,
she didn't open her eyes like X10N will, in the future. Electricity arched
across her synthetic skin, and when the creators opened her up, they found that
she'd been tampered with. Wires and circuits, mixed and matched. None of the
creators notice AX31's latest books, on wiring and mechanics. X7N met a similar
fate, although the creators were beginning to suspect something. X8N was
closely guarded, but something still went wrong. A glass of water at just the
wrong moment, an elbow dislodged…. Too bad, so sad, and AX31's crying at the
loss of his "sister" was real enough that they had to forgive him. After all,
what would a robot know of jealousy? X9N was almost there, almost perfect, when
the crash was heard. One of the handymen, adjusting the light over the bed
where X9N was "sleeping", had fell, and alas, she was crushed. The handyman
died too, which was an annoyance. Which leaves them with X10N.
They test her first, of course. She opens her mouth, touch her nose, speaks and
sings and walks for them. They love her, they tell her, over and over. They
love to see her walk, love to see her laugh and play and sing and write. She
knows they love her, because they pat her head and dress her up in pretty,
pretty dresses. The creators tuck her in at night, in her special bed, and they
give her special toys, just for her. She's their miracle, their marvel, their
baby.
The third week, she is led into the special room, the room filled with books
and a vid screen, as well as a bed, and in this room, she sees AX31 for the
first time. He's been on the outskirts, but she's been distracted, working on
how to use her legs, her arms, her fingers and her mouth. So when she sees him
for the first time, really sees him, she stops short and stares at him, her
eyes wide and her jaw dropping. He's… gorgeous. She feels a twist, in the dark
space behind her eyes, and she shivers. One of the creators notices, and wraps
a blanket around her shoulders as he pushes the smaller robot towards the tall,
skinny redhead.
"Ten, this is your big brother." The creator's voice is sweet and soft. She
likes this creator. This creator is soft and warm, calls her sweetheart and
baby, kisses her forehead. "His name is AX31. He's special, like you."
AX31 has narrow green eyes and red hair, that he's spiked. There are purple
marks under his eyes, and X10N wonders what they are, what they're for. The
creator is annoyed, though.
"Ax, what did you do to yourself?" The creator glares at him.
"Just a bit of experimentation," AX31 says lazily. "I'm not your poster child
anymore, so why does it matter if I mark myself up?" He looks down at X10N, and
the smile he's wearing sends little warning signals throughout X10N's circuits.
It makes her nervous, the way she felt when she first opened her eyes and was
surrounded by strangers. It makes her shiver. It scares her. She wants to feel
more of it.
"Well, be nice to her. She's still a baby." The creator nudges her towards
AX31.
"I'll be as gentle as regular puppy," AX31 sits down on the bed. "Come here,
sweetie. Come meet your big brother." He holds his arms out to her.
X10N walks towards him, slowly, the blanket wrapped around her shoulders
dragging on the floor. She still marvels at the feel of the cold floor under
her bare feet. She likes her feet. The toes wriggle and the bottoms are
ticklish, and they're big. To support her frame, they say. She likes them,
though, like all of her wonderful new body that tickles and shivers and
prickles with feelings.
AX31 looks down at her. He's curious as to what would happen if he hit her.
Would her skin turn pink, the artificial blood rushing up under the synthetic
skin? Would she even feel it? Of course, his perfect green eyes don't reveal
any of this. They take it all in and store it in the vast caches of his memory.
He holds his arms out to lift her up and into his lap, to cuddle his
replacement. She's such a pretty girl, he thinks, and feels something familiar.
The thing between his legs stirs, and he grins, pressing his cheek against hers
and hiding his smile. He doesn't know why he has that. He suspects it was the
idea of one of the women creators, the ones who come to visit him late at
night. The men do too, sometimes, but not since little X10N came along. He
wonders, idly, if they've been doing the same things with her. Sticky messes
and promises not to tell anyone, whispered secret names and sometimes, tears.
X10N leans against him, sighing. She's been held like this before - one of the
creators likes to hold her like this, all special-like, although he always
makes her promise not to tell anyone. That creator presses his face into her
neck and does something with his hands. He sobs a name into her neck and gets
his hands (and her leg) all sticky, and then he calls her a good girl and
cleans her down, very carefully.
AX31 presses his hand against her belly. It's soft and warm under his fingers.
Her little body feels nice against his own, soft and warm and pliant. He rests
his chin on top of her head and smells her scent - silicon, the perfume the
creator was wearing, and whatever other scents she's passed along the day. She
doesn't really have a personal scent, but neither does he. They're alike, him
and his baby sister. They're the only ones like each other. There are other
robots that he's seen, that shamble about like great, metal monsters. He and
his baby sister… they're the only ones whose eyes blink and whose skin… who
have skin at all, soft and warm and touchable. They're almost real, these
virtual people.
X10N makes a surprised noise, then squirms. He's squeezing her, too hard, and
she's surprised at the feeling of… pain. She's felt little jolts of it before,
and she remembers the creators going on and on about how wonderful it was, a
robot that could feel pain, sticking different parts of her soft little body
with pins. Of course, one of the creators hadn't liked that. She didn't like
seeing X10N hurt, and she had held X10N to her big belly and talked about
having to repair X10N's synthetic skin. X10N whimpers in the back of her throat
when AX31 presses down on her belly, feeling the boniness of his fingers. She
sees the creator's eyes go wide, and she whines again, making a quiet,
distressed noise. She isn't sure if she likes what AX31 is doing with her, and
she would feel safer if the creator would tell her that AX31 won't hurt her.
AX31 likes this. He likes the little noises X10N is making, and it reminds him
of the ladies visits to him, or the men, sometimes, although the men like it
better when AX31 is the one under them, squirming and whimpering. But… he likes
it this way, being the one to hold someone else to him, cuddled up tight as can
be. A little arrow of electricity that goes straight down the wires entangled
with his iron vertebrae and lights the sparks that make the thing between his
legs twitch. He likes the way she whimpers, he decides. Does she make other
noises, too? He stops poking her belly, much to her relief, and reaches under
her blue scrub top to stroke it, gently. Her skin, it feels almost real. Just
like his.
X10N giggles - it tickles. She discovered tickling, recently, playing with the
creator with the soft eyes and the big belly. She tells X10N to call her
"Susan" and she talks to X10N about the baby she has coming. X10N doesn't
understand, but Susan is happy and X10N likes that. It feels like warmth on her
skin. Rather like the way AX31 feels against her back, actually. She blushes,
feeling something spark in her belly, and squirms a bit. There's something
poking her, now, something that wasn't there before. Is it like the thing with
the creator, that she isn't allowed to talk about?
The creator standing at the doorway doesn't seem to mind the way AX31 is
holding X10N. She's more interested in talking to the handsome lab assistant
who just happens to be passing by. AX31 isn't surprised. The creators do that a
lot. And it means that she isn't paying attention to X10N, or to him.
Cautiously, he reaches his hand under her top and cups one of the small bumps
in front of her body. Breasts, they're called, although these are a lot smaller
than the ones he sees on the vids or on the female creators. He thinks he likes
them better, when they're smaller. They fit in his hand, and he can tell X10N
likes it, because she shivers, slightly. He holds her breast in his hand,
pressing down on the bumpy tip… nipple… with his thumb, the way the lady
creators like. X10N is kind of like a lady creator, even if she is so tiny. He
thinks he likes tiny.
X10N goes still, her back pressed against his front, holding on tightly to the
sleeve of his blue shirt. "W-what are you doing?" She whispers, squirming
against him.
"Something special," AX31 whispers back, into her ear. "Have any of the
creators done this with you?" His arm is wrapped around her middle, pulling her
close, and he's raised his temperature and widened his pupils, and if the
creator was actually paying attention, she would notice that his hand is
slipping down-down-down into X10N's pants, the other gripping her breast. He
reaches down and feels her, and is surprised - it's… wet. A different kind of
wet, to be sure - this is thick and tacky, and it feels artificial under his
fingers. But still, she's wet. "Little sister," he whispers in her ear, gently
pressing the button that he knows will make her spasm against him, "what is
your original purpose?"
"I'm the m-m-marvel," X10N mumbles, twitching against him. She presses her face
into his neck and smells… silicon, and the special shampoo the creator's use
when their hair gets dirty, and something else, something that smells synthetic
and warm and familiar.
"Yeah, yeah." AX31 rocks up against her, grinding his erection against her
bottom. It's a nice bottom, too, firm and round. "But what else is your
purpose?" He does something wriggling with his wrist, and she spasms against
him, more lubricant dripping out of her.
"Ch-ch-child substitute," she stutters, her hands with their soft fingers
practically clawing at his arms.
"Really?" AX31 diddles her clit with his fingertip, feeling the first sparks
start to flicker behind his eyes. "What uses?"
"T-t-teaching," X10N stammers, and she wails, because something flows down the
wires in her back and her whole body is shaking and shuddering. She's terrified
that she's shorting out, and apparently the creator is too, because she rushes
over and snatches X10N from AX31, then drops her on the ground and stands back
with a worried expression. X10N gasps and goes limp, feeling something "crunch"
in her hand. When she looks up at the creator, she bursts out crying, and the
creator is lifting her up and cuddling her. She's too lost in the feeling of
pain in her hand and the wetness on her cheeks (she feels the saline in her
tear ducts start to empty out) to notice AX31 being yelled at, and she only has
a chance to glance over her shoulder as she is carried out, and she sees him
looking nervous as another creator comes into the room, yelling at him and
threatening him.
X10N doesn't see AX31 for a long time after that. She tries to explain to the
other creators that he wasn't hurting her, but all they can pay attention to is
her broken hand. She watches as they carefully detach it, watches as they put a
new one on, and it feels… odd. She wriggles the new fingers, then touches her
nose and lifts up the ball like they ask her to. She's a good girl, their
little marvel, and they love her and they take care of her.
Something happens. She doesn't know what it is, though. But Susan goes away,
for a long-long-long time, and when she comes back her eyes are red and her
belly is flat. X10N asks if her baby has come yet, looking up from the pictures
that she is coloring, and then Susan is crying, and when X10N goes to hug her
like Susan does when X10N cries, Susan pushes her away and runs out.
X10N is shocked, of course, but the other creators rush in and they tell her
that it isn't her fault, it was an accident, and Susan is dealing with some not
nice things. They won't tell her what, though. And after a while, X10N starts
to notice that… she isn't their marvel anymore. They visit her less and less,
play with her less and less, until it gets to the point where she sits on her
own for days and days, until she's going out of her mind with boredom. They
plug her in, and she sits there, for days, charging, but eventually it gets to
the point where she can't take anymore, and she manages to pull herself free
from the wall, her plug trailing behind her like a tail until she manages to
unplug that from the sockets at the dip in her lower back. Of course, now that
she has all of this energy, what should she do with it? She starts playing by
herself, then. At first, she draws pictures, pretty pictures of herself and
Susan, and the other creators, and even AX31. When she runs out of crayons and
paper, she starts play with the toys they gave her - stuffed animals, dolls,
all of that. But eventually even that gets boring, and she goes out looking for
something to do.
She finds the creators in the lab, busy working at… something. She doesn't know
what it is, but when she goes to look at something, she gets shooed away.
Eventually, after she's been standing in the corner for twenty minutes (just
like AX31 did, when she woke up), one of the creators takes notice of her and
makes a thinking face. Eventually, he seems to come to a conclusion, and he
smiles at X10N.
"Do you want to go visit your big brother, Ten?" He wraps his arm around her
shoulder, and she happily leans against him - she's missed being hugged and
cuddled, and this is the creator who liked her so much, who held her close and
whispered into her neck. He hasn't come to visit her in a long time, though.
"Ax?" She absently bounces on the balls of her feet, feeling her… breasts
bounce with her. She read the encyclopedias the creators had given her forever
ago.
"Yes, AX31." The creator makes another thinking face, then smiles. "Would you
like to stay with him, for a while?" He crouches in front of her, stroking her
soft skin with one fat, white hand. "We're working on a new sibling for you
two. A baby brother."
X10N wrinkles her eyebrows. "But… why do you need another sibling? You have me.
I'm the marvel miracle." She feels the stirrings of something, and the look on
her face is just like the look on her big brother's face when the creators told
him about her.
"Nothing to worry about," the creator says easily, and begins to lead her
towards AX31's room. He stops into her room, grabbing her plug and her favorite
toy, a stuffed dog. Thus armed, he walks into AX31's room, ushering the girl in
front of him with his hands on her shoulders, catching the red haired robot
reading a book about the stars.
"What's she doing here?" AX31 looks up from his spot on his bed. "I thought you
couldn't have the wonder child around the rabble." His tone is cold. For all of
the fun he had with her last time, she's still his replacement.
"Ten needs some company, Ax. You're willing to do that much, at least?" The
creator's voice is annoyed - he hasn't been able to play with either of the
robots as of late. He hasn't been able to have his… fun lately, and the new
project, the new "sibling" for AX31 and X10N won't be… fun. But Susan is the
head of the research team, and she dictates, and she wants a baby. So they're
making her a baby. They've already made replicas of X10N, albeit with a few
alterations. The Kairi™ model will hit the stores soon, and it may be as
popular as the Lea™ model, although the sales on him are slowing down. Who
knows. Childless couples would be willing to pay a fortune for a baby that was
almost real. But they've got the prototypes sitting around, and what would be
the point of junking something that intricate. So they keep them in the
background, until the time comes that they're useful for… something.
AX31 leers at his baby sister. "I'll take good care of her," he agrees. He
smirks at the creator - he knows that the creator knows the fun he had with
his… baby sister, last time they were together. But he won't hurt her. Badly.
X10N stares up at her big brother, and smiles tentatively. He made her feel
good, the last time they were together. And he's her big brother, so he'll take
good care of her. The creators told her stories about big brothers, and how
they protect and take care of their little sisters. So she smiles at him,
holding her stuffed toy to her chest, and the creator pats her on the head and
locks the door on the two of them, secure in the knowledge that they're both
safe and sound, two mechanical people, the first of their kind. He wonders,
vaguely, if they'll become legends - Adam and Eve, to the next generation. But
he dismisses it, and returns to the lab to ponder circuitry and synthetic skin.
"So… you're happy to see your big brother again?" AX31's voice is snide as he
looks her up and down. She looks the same - bright eyes, soft skin, tousled
hair.
"Yeah," she says, and cautiously takes a step towards him. She's still
practically in the doorway, and he is still sitting on his bed. "It got boring,
by myself."
"So they're making the next generation, huh?" AX31 puts his book aside, and
crooks his finger. "C'mere."
X10N pads over to him, her socked feet quiet on the tile of his floor. She
looks up at him with her wide blue eyes and smiles her sunny smile. She likes
her big brother, even if he does make her feel squirmy and twitchy, when she
thinks about him. "Yeah. We're getting a baby sibling."
AX31 snorts. "Not for a good long while, we're not." He lifts her up by the
underarms and sits her in his lap.
"Why not?" X10N absently slides her thumb into her mouth, a comfort ritual she
discovered one boring evening. It seems she has an oral fixation (one of the
creators thought it would be a good idea), and even if it doesn't make much
sense, it is still there. She feels… sleepy, sort of. She can't sleep, but she
needs to be charged up, and the best way to describe the "needing to be
charged" feeling is sleepy.
AX31 cuddles her to his chest. He can feel the whir of the engine that
functions as her heart, and he is bemused by the thumb sucking. The creators
are all perverts, it seems. But… he can have fun with it.
X10N stretches luxuriously, then yawns. "Ax?"
"Yes?" AX31 notes her white belly, which sticks out from under her top and over
the waistband of her pants. She's so very soft and so very cuddly, like a
living plushie. She really will be a hit, on the market.
"Could you plug me in, please?" She lifts her shirt up, showing him the two
sockets directly routed to her nervous system. She likes it when she gets
plugged in - it feels a bit like when AX31 was playing with her, the last time
she saw him. Maybe it'll feel like that again, since AX31 is the one plugging
her in?
"Sure, sure." AX31's tone is vaguely flippant. "In a minute." He keeps holding
her like this, quietly, for a moment, then says, "They told you that you're
unique, right?" AX31 has her cuddled up close and personal, his cheek pressed
against hers. "The creators said that you're special and one of a kind, right?"
"Well, yeah." X10N leans against him, her stuffed dog clutched to her chest.
The hand not on her belly is stroking her hair back from her face. "I'm the
miracle marvel."
"Did you ever stop to think about why they call you "ten"?" AX31 moves his hand
up, to rest between her small breasts over her green top.
"It's part of my name. X-10-N." X10N's thumb goes back into her mouth.
"Do you know why it's part of your name?" AX31 nuzzles the side of her neck,
smelling her synthetic sweat scent. His cock is getting hard in his pants,
pressing against her bottom.
"Because it is." She clutches his shirt in one fist, resting her cheek against
his shoulder and taking her thumb out of her mouth.
"You're the tenth attempt." AX31 slides his hand under her top, stroking her
soft belly. "There were nine before you, and you're the finished product."
"There… were?" X10N squirms, looking up at him. She's never thought about that.
The creators have told her stories about her creation, although they gloss over
details.
"Oh yes." AX31's hand cups one small breast in his hand. "There were thirty
attempts, before they made me just right."
"Why… did it take so long?" Xion squirms, feeling him rubbing against her,
feeling her own synthetic nerves prickle and twitch. She's getting wet between
the legs, although a little meter in her brain is telling her that she's
running low on lubricant and will need to… refill soon. She'll have to ask a
creator, next time she sees one.
"Because they wanted to make sure that I was perfect." His thumb presses down
on her nipple, then his fingers grab it, hard enough to make her cry out. "But
you… you're better than I am, because it only took them nine tries to make
you." He nips her ear, the hand not cupping her breast going between her legs
to pet the crotch of her scrub pants against her, where she's tacky with the
lubricant. "And our baby brother… he'll be even better."
X10N jerks against him and whimpers, biting her lip. "B-b-but… why?"
"Why what?" AX31 clutches her tighter, grinding against her. He can feel how
wet she is under his fingers, and he likes the idea of sliding into her. He's
never done that with another robot. Humans, yes, creators, but never with
another robot. Would it be wrong of him, to do something like this with his…
baby sister? But what does a robot know of right and wrong? If they're going to
treat them like some hybridization of a machine and an animal, why not act the
part?
"W-w-why are they making… us?" X10N clutches at his arm, pulling him closer to
her. She's shaking, and she wonders faintly if there's something wrong with one
of her circuits. Still, if it was an electric shortage, she would know, right?
That would probably hurt, and this doesn't hurt, exactly. It feels new and
alien, but it doesn't hurt.
AX13 shrugs, then shifts, lying her flat on her back on his bed, her legs
akimbo and her black hair tousled. He looks down into her big blue eyes, and he
can see the tiny cameras in her pupils recording everything. "They're the
creators. Nobody knows why they do anything." He tugs on the hem of her shirt,
lifting it up and over her head, throwing it to the side and sitting back to
examine her. She's pale, and hairless, but it's no surprise, because he is too.
Her nipples are pale pink, and her breasts don't look completely developed.
She's still got that gangliness about her limbs that suggests that her whole
body is growing at different rates. It's a pity, that she'll be like this for
the rest of her electronic life, however long it is.
"Susan, she said I was going to… to help teachers, when I got older." X10N
fights the urge to cover her breasts - Susan told her that she shouldn't ever
show them to any person, but AX31 isn't technically a person, is he?
"So you're supposed to be a student?" AX31 tweaks her nipple between two
fingers, but he wonders - why would an experimental student need a clitoris
that reacts, or even breasts, for that matter? She's designed to be more than
that, the same way he is. Well, they've got the extra parts. So they'll use
them. He's talked to her about this before, of course - the first time they
met. But he wants to hear it again, to process it.
"I th-think so," X10N says, staring at him over the curve of her belly and
smiling slightly. Big brother does have such a nice face…. "Susan hasn't talked
about it much, since her baby went away." She reaches forward, petting his
spiky red hair, and wonders idly why he's asking her this. He asked her before,
when they first met.
"Susan's baby didn't "go away"," AX31 says, hooking his fingers under the
waistband of her scrubs and beginning to tug them down. "It died."
X10N wrinkles her forehead in thought, both at his actions and what he said.
"What's died?"
"It's when a creator - a person - stops being." AX31 throws her pants off to
the side and makes her own thinking face. He can't really taste anything -
what's the point of tasting, after all, if you can't eat? - but he thinks that
she would enjoy it if he stimulated her with his mouth. He looks down at her,
with her hazy blue eyes and breasts that are heaving, even though she doesn't
need to breathe. She's warmer to the touch as well, and AX31 is impressed at
how much effort was put into making her look real. If he didn't know that she
is his sister, he might think she was a real person.
"Stops… being?" X10N presses her knees together, rocking her hips gently
against the air. She's never felt like this before - like her whole body is
humming with too much electricity, like she was plugged in for too long.
Speaking of plugging in…. "So they shut down?" She watches him, curiously, as
he begins to fiddle with his own pants, tugging them down, revealing the
strangest thing X10N has ever seen.
"What is that?" She asks, seeing the dark red… thing pressed up against AX31's
stomach, just under his navel.
"That's my dick," AX31 says, and he grasps it in one hand. "It's the difference
between boys and girls." He crawls on top of her, his weight resting on his
elbows and his shirt hanging off of his skinny frame. He leans down and kisses
her, wetly, or at least as wetly as he can. She isn't a very good kisser, but
he can teach her. They've got time. His tongue strokes hers and his hands card
through her thin black hair, while his hips rock against her, rubbing his
erection against her.
X10N squirms and whines under him, rocking her hips and kissing him back to the
best of her ability. She stores each sensation, each technique, in the vast
cache of her brain to recall later, the way she does with everything else.
Maybe big brother will want to do this with her again, later, and it would help
to know, right? She whimpers, her knees pressing into his skinny ribs, and
feels him rocking against her in turn. "Ax…?"
"Yeah?" AX31 kisses her under one ear, nips the lobe gently and sucks on it to
see what happens. He's watched movies, movies where people (not creators,
though), do things like this, and he remembers all of it, because he has
nothing else to fill up his huge brain, now that they don't teach him anymore.
So he'll test out all of the things he's learned on his baby sister, since
it'll be nothing but the two of them for a good long time.
"W-what are we… doing?" X10N looks at him over the curve of her belly, her
fingers working through the spikes of his hair.
"We're making ourselves feel good." AX31 reaches between her legs to thumb her
clit, making her jerk her hips up. "We don't really have much else to do,
right?" He doesn't let her answer - he kisses her again, longer, until she's
nothing but a squirming, mewling mess under him. "You want big brother to make
you feel good, Ten?" He is panting, even though he doesn't need to breathe.
"Y-y-yes," X10N pants, her breasts rising and falling with each deep breath she
takes. "Yes, I d-d-do, please." She fists the covers in her hands, because the
electrical impulses racing up and down her circuits are making her want thrash
about and make noise, although she isn't entirely sure why. She can feel her
battery reserves start to drain, though, and that is a bit worrying. Well, she
would be worried, if not for the fact that the sweet electricity (and even if
she doesn't know from taste, she still knows what "sweet" is like) is doing
everything it can to sap her logic centers.
AX31 clamors over her, his knees pressing into her hips and his cock pressing
against the wet place between her legs, just like with the lady creators.
"Ax?" X10N looks concerned. "What are you d-d-doing with that?" She likes the
way the finger feels against her, but she doesn't understand why he's
positioning himself like that. If she didn't know better, she'd think that he
is going to push that thing… into her, and that wouldn't work, would it? She
doesn't have anywhere down there that things go into.
"I'm making us both feel really good, baby sister," AX31 promises her, guiding
himself between her legs with one hand. When he finds the place that he is
looking for, he presses his hips forward and pushes in.
X10N squalls and jerks against him, her heels digging into the bedding. It's…
strong. It's strong and she isn't sure if it hurts or not, but she does know
that it's a new feeling and she isn't entirely sure if she likes it. Well,
she'd be more sure if not for the fact that she's being overwhelmed by the
sensations rushing through her whole body, making her jerk and spasm like she's
being electrocuted.
"Fuck," AX31 growls, pressing his face into her neck and pressing himself all
the way in. She feels completely different from the lady creators - she's
tighter, cooler, wetter, and she's holding on to his cock with all of her
strong, synthetic muscles. His hands are on her hips, gripping them hard enough
to bruise, but she can't bruise, because she's like him, with electricity
humming through her circuits.
X10N whimpers, squeezing him and starting to rock her hips the way her
programming is telling her to. She doesn't know why, but she doesn't know a lot
of things. She wraps her arms around AX31's neck, her hands squeezing her
elbows. She can hear the faint "whir" of machinery whenever his hips and her
hips move, and she wonders absently if she's noticing this because of it being
a new thing, or because of her just paying so much attention to her body. She's
never really felt like this before, felt this jerking, twitching fullness
holding her down and pinning her to the bed, and she isn't sure if she likes it
or not, but she knows that big brother does, and she likes making big brother
happy.
AX31 nuzzles into the side of her neck. He's going to come soon - unless
otherwise ordered, he can't stay erect for a very long time - and he is vaguely
curious as to how he can make her come. He can see that her battery is being
drained, her movements getting slower, her breathing getting deeper. They can't
die in the conventional sense from low power, but they can go into a mode to
reserve power, effectively putting them into a coma until they are refueled.
Still, he doesn't want his baby sister to do that. It would be weird, like
fucking a corpse. So he pushes himself in as far as he can and comes,
shuddering and shaking. He doesn't ejaculate - the creators probably saw it as
an unnecessary mess or something - but his whole body spasms, and the world
goes faintly white for a few moments.
X10N whimpers and stares up at him, her eyes slightly glassy. It's starting to
get dark, on the edges of her vision, and she's vaguely worried. She's never
felt this before. "Big brother…?" She makes a quiet whining noise when he pulls
out of her, feeling the slip-slide of the sticky lubricant on her thighs. She
isn't expecting him to lift her up, isn't expecting him to cradle her close to
him like that. She rests her head on his shoulder, sliding her fingers into her
mouth in an attempt to find comfort in it. It is comforting, no doubt aided by
her programming.
AX31 carries her to the chair he has, right next to the wall socket. He
carefully plugs the prongs into her lower back, sitting her down gently on the
chair. Then he plugs the other side of the cable into the wall, and stands back
to watch.
X10N's eyes jerk open, and she wails as she feels the thing she felt last time
she visited big brother, crashing and roiling through her circuits. She shakes
and shudders, so much that she's scared that her brain will overload, but when
it finally clears, she opens her eyes and AX31 is kneeling in front of her with
a surprisingly tender expression.
"We're the only ones like each other, baby sister," he tells her, taking each
of her tiny hands in his and kissing the palms. He feels a wash of tenderness
towards her that he doesn't understand, but he doesn't care. Instead, he
presses her hand against his cheek. "I'll take care of you and you'll take care
of me, okay?"
X10N nods feebly, stroking his cheekbones. "Okay, big brother." The way he's
looking at her is making something in her emotion circuits feel tight and soft.
AX31 smiles at her, kissing her knee, and she closes her eyes, leaning back
against the wall.
When the creator comes back a few days later, he isn't surprised by AX31's
request for more lubricant - he rather expected that. What he is surprised at
the way he has X10N in his lap, reading to her from another one of his books.
AX31 was often hostile towards X10N, and to see him being this tender is…
unexpected. He would be unable to really hurt her, of course, but this type of
cuddly intimacy? The creator mentally shrugs and gives him the lubricant, then
returns to the lab, where he is working on the manipulations of one tiny hand.
When the newest project - V - opens his eyes, AX31 and X10N are both there.
X10N insists they let her hold her new baby brother, and the creators know that
she won't harm him. So they hand over the baby robot, wrapped in a blanket and
squirming about, waving his tiny fists in the air and gazing about with his
milky blue eyes.
One of the creators shivers when he sees them - the big, male robot, leaning
over the small female, who is holding a baby. They look like a real family,
albeit a slightly odd one. For the first time, he thinks, really thinks, about
the fact that these robots that they've created are alive. They've created
life. As he watches X10N rock the baby and AX31 wrap his arms around her
shoulders, the creator shivers, feeling the first seed of fear plant itself in
his soul.
The robots are blissfully unaware, of course. How are they to know that they
are, indeed, the Adam and Eve of the future, carrying the downfall of meat and
bone humanity in their mechanical hearts and circuit board brains?
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