A/N

I have no idea where the idea from this came from. Obviously I am one perverted child. *smiles innocently*

I do not own any characters from Marvel

I do hope you forgive the errors and what not because I am far too tired to reread. So, I hope you enjoy and Yes... this is rated M for some spicy, but not too detailed scenes and the good ol Sex talk. I am not as good at writing Vision and Sam as I was hoping for, but... if I don't practice, I don't learn. *shrugs*

Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Vision hovered over his unused bed, cross-legged, and eyes shut. His processor hummed against his ears as he ran through all the data he collected of the day. From every detailed collection of commands and strategies that was vocalized by Captain Rogers and Ms. Romanoff to the feeling of the breeze of the day against his cheeks during the team practice were locked away in his memory database. He felt a tinge of sadness at the thought that he wasn't more human. He wanted to dream, to feel the way they all felt things. To know what it felt like to be... alive. There was no need for this yearning when it would just fester within and corrupt his data. He bit down, making his jaw flex, as he let out a very exasperated sigh before recollecting himself. He normally did this when the team disengaged to their own devices, either leaving the facility or preparing for slumber. Though it was inconveniently lonely, he enjoyed the quiet of the night. It had a pulsing buzz as if it had its own energy source, but it still had an almost haunting calmness. If he concentrated on the building around him, he could sometimes hear his teammate's snores and beds creaking, but he would rather place his focus on the static-song of the cicadas outside his window.

When his systems finally backed themselves up, he heard a disturbance within the humming silence. It was quick and he almost didn't hear it, but it was a noise he had never heard before. His geared eyes ticked and focused within the darkness of the room and he floated forward, phasing through his bedroom wall into the hallway. He heard it again, a small voice like a squeaking of a mouse. He followed the echo of the noise. When he heard it again, it was much more defined... a moan and an intake of air through closed teeth. Was someone in pain? He followed its trace to the door of Ms. Maximoff.

He stood on the other side, his mechanical eyes almost grinding as he searched his database for any information as to what he should do in this situation. The gem in his forehead pulsed its medallion yellow glow against the grain of the door almost to the exact pattern of his heartbeat. Wanda's voice traveled through the cracks of the door and bled into his ears in a guttural, but high pitched exclamation. He took in a sharp inhale through his nose and made up his mind. If his teammate was injured, it was his duty as a comrade to assist them.

He phased through the door and his eyes scanned the darkened room, but saw nothing. The sound of whimpering caused his eyes to dart down at the woman in bed. Her hair was untamed as he sprawled against the pillow like snakes slithering away. Her bottom lip pinned down by her own teeth. Her body squirmed and thrashed underneath the sheets as her eyes were shut tightly. She purred as her body arched until her lips her freed from their restraints and she let out a whispered prayer of pleasure that nearly echoed out of his own throat. He felt himself panting, trying to catch his breath as he watched the sheets hug against her frame. He wanted to run, to disappear, but his eager mind urged him to stay. He moved to the corner of her room, beside the bed, keeping him out of her peripheral if she happened to open her eyes. It was a pure violation of her privacy, but guilt wasn't strong enough to get him out of that room, not when this subjugated itch dug into his cerebral cortex. He swallowed deeply, quietly sighed through his nostrils, and continued to watch the Goddess's provocative dance.

As her hums began to build into hoarse whimpers, he couldn't take his eyes off of her. Her legs began to tremble as she began to chant repetitive in her Sokovian language before her free arm tunneled underneath the pillow under her head and yanking it towards her while turning her head and biting down onto the pillow, completely muting the scream of pleasure that raged out of her as her body stiffened, somberly. His body was spewing heat as a force seemed to birth itself from the pit of his stomach at the sight of her uncontrollable convulsion. His eyes seemed only interested in her, but his body wanted his full attention. He gasped out a breath he didn't need as he heard her after-shocked moans. An unpredictable jounce in his stomach made his body nearly shut down as he hunched over from the feeling of spasms running throughout his body. It caused countless images of the Sokovian to burn through his mind. He could smell the honeysuckle of her skin to the citrus blend of her hair. He caught the utterance of her name with his hand before it sang out from the pleasure he felt. It was the sound of movement from the bed that snapped his attention back as he watched her stretch before sliding out of the sheets and heading for the door. She moved to the hallway, her bare feet slapping against the solid floor as she head to the bathroom down the hall. It gave him enough time to bang his head against the corner behind him then slip through the walls from the outside and float downward to the first level where he gathered his thoughts and nearly drowned in them.

Vision knew that Sam Wilson would be the first to rise the upcoming morning. He enjoyed the company of the ex-paratrooper for different reasons. The first was because of his unfathomable patience from dealing with soldiers suffering from PTSD. The second was his joyous, exuberant depictions of all his and his friend's adventures. However, the main reason he waited for Mr. Wilson was because of his knowledge of the female's anatomy. Since Mr. Stark was back at Stark Tower, he was the only option left. The memory of a Friday in August where he, Mr. Wilson, and Mr. Stark were discussing aerodynamics when somehow, the conversation reverted to a very flirty woman who wanted 'personal assistance' with her PTSD and Mr. Wilson going into vague details about the sexual experience that made both men laugh. Vision did not see the humor in the escapade, but gave a curt smile when the two looked his way in order for the focus to return to their stories of coital encounters.

The sound of footsteps called him back to the present as he turned his head to stare at the opening of the kitchen area where he had decided to wait. Not surprising to him, Sam Wilson walked in, yawning hard and wearing his Avenger sweat suit. When the yawn stopped, Mr. Wilson's eyes opened and he gasped in utter terror. "Holy Hell, Man! Don't you EVER sneak up on a brother... That's how you get murdered."

Vision's eyes widened, "I apologize, Mr. Wilson. My intent was to not frighten you or your brothers."

Sam snorted a laugh and his body language calmed back to relaxed, "Better put that in bold." He opened the fridge and grabbed the carton of milk and spoke from the fridge's door, "So, what brings you down to the common area so early, Red?"

Vision reveled in the man's nickname for him. He found it more enduring compared to the 'Robo-Guy' that Colonel Rhodes called him... but nothing compared to the 'Viszh' that nearly rolled off the tongue of Ms. Maximoff and her terse accent. He felt an inferno slap his cheeks as the heat began to build up at the thought of her...

"Yo... Vision? You alright? You've been staring, slack jawed, at the refrigerator for about a minute, now. You two need some alone time?" Sam Wilson's voice slanted from concern to amusement as he smirked at his own joke, a glass of orange juice in his hand that Vision missed him pour.

Vision tilted his head and determined that it was a joke with a smile then floated to the elongated table where the team normally shared their meals to sit across from Sam. The caramel skinned soldier took a bite out of an apple that he took from the plate that held them from the middle of the table as he cocked a single eyebrow at the android. Vision cleared his throat and sat down, showing signs of anxiousness, "Mr. Wilson..."

Sam cut him off, "Sam. My father is Mr. Wilson."

Vision nodded in apology, "Sam. I am in need of your patience and wisdom... And if at all, your confided silence."

Sam stopped chewing the cud of apple in his mouth as he looked at the android with utter confusion, "On what?"

Vision reached out with the gem's powers and felt no presence close enough to hear their conversation and swallowed deeply, "On the sensations of sexual perception."

Sam coughed, almost choking on the apple he just swallowed. He took a big swig of his cup and got everything down the right hole as he stared at the android as if to ascertain if what he heard was really what he heard, "Wh-what? You... You... WHOA. I don't know if I'm qualified to give you the 'sex talk', man. Do... Do you even know what sex is? I mean... Wow."

Vision could recognize the stress level pattern in his voice and felt embarrassed. He averted his gaze to the table and spoke, "I am well aware of the actions and repercussions of coitus and masturbation, however, I am not aware of the qualitative function of the actual 'feeling' of either. I was wondering if you could demonstrate the emotional derivative of the act itself. I wish to know what a person... Feels."

Sam's eyes squinted but his lips curled into a smile, "What brought this on?"

Vision paused for a long moment before clearing his throat and nodding, "Yes. This brings us to the portion of the conversation of which I would like to initiate your confidential approval."

Sam looked at the android's eyes widened as if waiting for his answer. He shook his head slightly at the crazy-ass morning he was having then smiled and gave a curt nod while biting into his apple, again. Through the mush in his mouth, he slurped out, "Alright."

Vision let out a sigh of gratefulness and took in a breath before starting, "Tonight, I thought that I heard someone... in pain. I followed the sound of, what I believed to be, suffering only to find myself in the room of Ms. Maximoff." Sam let an 'Oh Shit' as he realized where this was going as Vision continued, "When I entered, she was..." Vision paused and his eyes spun to try and focus as they rose to connect with Sams'.

He had stop chewing his apple again and swallowed. Before Vision could get the courage to finish his story, the man intervened, "How much did you see?"

Vision rubbed the gem on his forehead with an anxious hand and looked back up at the patient man before him, "Not much of anything. Just her face, flushed with passion, her hair wildly strewn about, and her body writhing in exuberant pain. But, it was MY reaction that confuses me."

Sam snort-laughed as he took another swig of his drink and licked the remaining juice from his lips, "Well, Red... It sounds like you got off on watching HER get off."

Vision blinked, "I do not understand. I am incapable of reaching an orgasm for I do not have reproductive organs. I am no more human than that refrigerator. Yet, something happened within my matrix-ing systems that made me feel as if I were sharing her climax. I felt like it was only her and I in this world at that one moment and then... nothing."

Sam's jaw swung low. Was this not an ANDROID in front of him? What the hell was he listening to? This sexually frustrated robot in front of him looked distressed, anxious, and mildly excited. It was disturbing, but fascinating. Pinocchio was turning into a real boy right in front of him. Sam shook his head in humor and spoke, "Tell me something, Red. Do you ever catch yourself staring and day dreaming about Wanda?"

Vision's eyes widened, answering Sam's question before he spoke, and the android did, "I... I often think about interactions." Vision gave a shy stare to Sam and the man smiled, urging him on and so he did, with a sigh, "I rather enjoy picturing her and I reenacting love making scenes from the numerous romantic comedies she makes me watch with her. I revel in touching her skin and running my fingers through her hair and it takes a lot of my mental capacity to not reach out and do so in reality."

Sam took in his lips to hide the huge smile that was going to be on his face. He could almost pinch the cheek of this innocent creature in front of him and he released his lips to smirk and say, "I have a question... Humor me. Have you ever watched a porno?"

Vision furrowed his brow making the gem dull, "I have come across such things, however, I find it distasteful to browse through strangers copulating, recklessly."

Sam found that intriguing and felt like teasing him, "But, you'll gladly sneak into Wanda's room and watch her masturbate?"

The conundrum on Vision's face almost made Sam bust out laughing as the Android defended himself, "I was merely worried about her safety. If I would have known of her self-inflicting pleasure, I would have never entered her room." Sam saw the android about to clumsily continue his innocent ramblings, so he took him out of his misery, "Alright, Vision, look... You say you are as human as the fridge, but I'm here to tell you that that damn fridge doesn't give two shits about the smell of Wanda's hair... But you do."

Vision pondered and was slightly shocked as his face emitted a painful realization and Sam gave a dad-like sigh, "You cared about Wanda. That is for damn sure. So, your question about feeling this sexual...whatever you said... The answer is, go find out for yourself."

Sam enjoyed watching Vision's face go through a battle with itself. He finished off the apple and threw away the core as the android finally rose from the table. Sam brushed past him to wash his sticky hands in the sink as he spoke with a smirk and bringing the android out of his internal conflict, "Nothing that I tell you about my experiences with women are going to help you, Red." He turns while drying his hands on a hand towel by the sink, "All I CAN tell you is that you were already infatuated with Wanda and now, it just escalated to full blown desire, maybe even love. I know you are capable of understanding that because you ain't a fridge or toaster. You are a hot-blooded man. My advice to you is simply this: Do NOT tell her that you saw her... masturbating. Do NOT tell her that you climaxed. Do NOT mention that you happened to go into her room AT ALL. Okay?" Vision nodded, unsullied, and Sam smiled then continued, "What you DO need to do is compliment her. Do things that make her smile. Be there for her when she needs someone to talk to. Tell her she is pretty, once in a while. Then... One day, when you are staring down at her as she leans against you, watching one of those romantic comedies that you both love so much... she'll look up at you. She'll look up at you with the same desire and yearning that you're feeling right now and all you have to do is lean down, kiss her deeply, and she'll take you back to her room and answer all your questions."

Vision's eyes were wide and full of wonder as he ran through scenarios and numbers to prove the validity of the future. Sam laughed and slapped the android's shoulder with a firm hand, "She already likes you, Red. I catch her staring at you while you hover, obliviously. No matter where she is, I can see her searching for you. You have her attention, Hell, she might've been thinking about you while she was touching herself."

Sam couldn't stop himself from deeply and mischievously laughing as he left the room to go running, leaving Vision to his new daydreaming sequence.