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Idling and sleeping are not quite the same thing.
Sleeping is a necessary function for humans, and the reasons for it aren't quite as concrete as the reasons a robot goes into idle mode. Idling, a less extreme version of the shut down mode, allows for time to pass quickly when the robot is not otherwise occupied, and allows for the robot to use less charge. Remaining fully active for extended periods without idling is possible, as robots are not humans and can remain functioning until their core needs to be recharged or until their system error check forces a shutdown to prevent any further damage, but odds are a machine designed to help humans may not need to be activated for the full duration of their charge.
While idling, the processor still remains running so that the robot may awaken if there is any danger around them. This also allows auto-repair to run maintenance checks, and gives the interesting side-effect of dream-like states in machines designed to feel human emotions. Granted, most of the Robot Master line can activate their emotional override program before idling to prevent these dreams, and most do, but those fortunate enough to have domestic roles gladly take the opportunity to dream. Do androids truly dream of electric sheep?
Not this one.
—
Blues's eyes are green and mesmerizing. He's like some sort of animal, spine bent back and a smile across his face.
"Take off your scarf," Rock laughs, pinned back against the couch. He's not sure where they are but it doesn't really matter; Blues is against him, and those hands are wandering places that— yes, right there.
Blues leans in and there's breath against his skin and even more importantly, Blues's body pressing against his. Those lips brush the shell of his ear, and then a rush of hot breath as Blues whispers: "No." Then he bites down and and Rock's hands run up Blues's shoulders. He feels his lover shudder against him, and that satisfaction is astronomical.
Blues's hips roll against Rock's. Blues grunts low, mouth still on Rock's ear, and between that friction and the breath on his neck, Rock's a moaning, gasping, panting mess. And that scarf is still on him and yet Rock doesn't even care that it's getting in the way and tickling his ribcage because oh, god, Blues—
That hand— right there— yes—
And then Rock opens his eyes.
—
"You were in my dreams last night," Blues says when they meet up at the movie theater.
Rock's ears turn red and he hopes to hell Blues hasn't noticed because Rock has been thinking about his dreams— dreams where Blues undresses slowly, dreams where that tongue of his goes places that he's certainly not going to say aloud, dreams where everything's so goddamned warm and tight and—
"Apparently you wanted to arrest me for stepping on a bug or something." Blues shrugs. "My dreams are weird."
Rock chuckles nervously. "Hahaha yeah, so're mine."
"Oh?" Blues lowers his shades just a bit.
Rock laughs again, louder this time. "I always forget them! Anyway, I think it's our turn in line…"
Blues, for once, decides not to pry. Perhaps some things are better left unknown.
