The Chief Position of Planetary Defense was shared amongst one hundred and ninety-six individuals. That was one CPPD per country, one hundred and ninety-six countries recognized globally. However, there were roughly one to six thousand offices in each country, depending on the size of the country, population, and a steady crime rate. Fourteen to four hundred officials could be employed per office, again depending on the same factors as the number of offices, with two Assistant Chiefs per office.
Despite the Assistant Chiefs, the rank of CPPD remained one of the most demanding and exhausting jobs there was. So when Chief Veckenschtein arrived at their conference without an invitation or a summons, which were the only two ways in which a CPPD could be called away from work, it seemed, Tsuna knew that there were many bad things to come.
He rolled his eyes slightly to glimpse at his partner, gouging how this new change of events affected him.
Thus far, Reboyama looked, as he usually did, completely unruffled. Tsuna decided to adopt the same expression and did not let his concern show as Chief Veckenschtein calmly, and without a word, took a seat beside him.
The Assembly Hall was in chaotic silence, thrown off by the man's appearance.
Carefully, Prime Minister Timoteo placed his head on his folded hands, elbows balanced on the podium, and subjected the Chief to a long, probing stare.
"I am in the right place, aren't I?" Chief Veckenschtein finally deemed to ask. "Room 20B, discussing the pros and cons of robosexuality, yes? I am going to put in my own word, if that is quite alright with all of you."
"It would have been alright had this been an open council," Timoteo announced. "However, this is a closed assembly, and you were not invited, Chief Veckenschtein."
"I choose to believe that I lost my invitation." He turned his body to face Tsuna. Feature-wise, he resembled a serpent. WARNING flashed briefly behind Tsuna's eyes at the less than friendly look in the chief's large, wide eyes. "I hear that, despite this conference only happening now, you already have the necessary 'parts' to have sexual intercourse with a human. I wonder if you will have to be dismantled or downgraded if this doesn't pass." He spoke softly, almost distantly, with an edge of cold truth.
"Chief Veckenschtein," Tsuna began softly, debating several different ways of answering, "I was created eleven years ago with the 'necessary parts to have sexual intercourse with a human', as you put it. This is not a meeting to allow or disallow the continuation of robosexuality, but to put fears at rest and to better human-android relationships."
"I see…" Almost as if floating, Chief Veckenschtein rose from his seat and appeared almost instantaneously in the middle of the Assembly Hall, keeping his position as the center of attention. With a neat little twirl that made his duster flap against his thighs, he faced Tsuna again. "You have, as all robots have, a 7-7-7 Silicon Chip installed in your Central Processing Unit. On this Silicon Chip are three hundred and forty-three ICs. Each Integrated Chip performs a single function. Three of those ICs are main components and, if ignored, will result in your – forgive me – the CPU short-circuiting, ultimately disabling you… or such a robot that would do such a thing… permanently. Am I right so far?"
"Bermuda," Reboyama interrupted, Tsuna's personal savior, "are you sure you want to break the law by illegally forcing your way into a closed assembly? Especially so close to reelection?"
"I considered it," Chief Veckenschtein admitted, "and I decided that no charges will be pressed. Not unless you want to make it seem that you are trying to cover up some horrific truths by arresting and charging the CPPD of trying to put forward his own opinion on such a delicate matter."
"There will be a second open council in February," Reboyama pointed out. "There will hardly be any covering up of 'horrific truths'."
"But there will be. Allow me to demonstrate – and kindly refrain from interrupting again, Professor Reboyama. It is not a favorable trait at all." He turned back to Tsuna. "Am I right so far?" he asked again.
"… Yes."
"Remind me, then: what is the first of those three ICs?"
"Rule twenty-seven: Robots will not directly or intentionally cause harm to humans."
"And if I remember correctly, there was a spree of rapes exactly nine years ago, wasn't there?"
Tsuna lowered his eyes. "Yes."
"These rapes were committed by a robot, am I right?"
"Yes."
"How did the robot overcome its own circuitry in order to disobey its greatest command?"
Grudgingly, he had to respond. Of those three hundred and fourty-three ICs, one of them demanded complete honesty when given a direct question. "He purposely intercepted his own electronic signature, ergo, in a sense, infiltrating his own circuit board." He made sure to make it clear that the android, even as a rapist, still had a gender. "He implanted a virus in his own system, which destroyed his memory chip and heavily damaged his ICs. Rule twenty-seven no longer controlled him because rule twenty-seven had been wiped out of his Silicon Chip."
"Rule twenty-seven can be overridden, then?"
"Yes."
"And yet this assembly is gathered here today without the choice of discontinuing this chain of horror!"
"One android rapist," Timoteo suddenly intervened, "against the three hundred thousand registered sex offenders world wide. In our extensive history, there has been more than three million other sex offenders world wide. Tell me, Veckenschtein, are we here to discuss the faults of androids or to point out that they are, in fact, more morally centered than most humans?"
Chief Veckenschtein glowered with displeasure.
"As the CPPD of Japan, you should be aware of these statistics," the Prime Minister went on. "I am rather ashamed that you have made office three times consecutively over the past ten years with these biased views of yours."
Thoughtfully, Chief Veckenschtein ignored the Prime Minister and rounded on Tsuna yet again. "You have a human lover, don't you?"
"… Yes."
"You have sex with your human lover, am I right?"
"Again, I suggest you leave, Bermuda." Reboyama leaned back in his chair, one ankle resting on the opposite knee. "Targeting and defaming an android diplomat will not look good on you."
"Am I right, Tsuna?"
"Veckenschtein!" The Prime Minister's voice startled the awestruck assembly. "This is highly inappropriate and uncalled for."
"I have sex," Veckenschtein pointed out. "I'm sure you once had sex, and I know for a fact that Professor Reboyama here has sex. No one in this room is a virgin. I don't see why Tsuna can't admit to having sex."
"You are being too crude, Veckenschtein." Timoteo sighed. "I will ask you once more to leave and, if you deny it, I will call security on you."
Tsuna watched Veckenschtein, trying to see what he would do behind that misshapen, stoic mask of his.
Finally, he offered a small, cheery smile that looked out of place on his face and nodded. "I see when I've been outranked. I suppose I will just have to wait for a bit, won't I? I will see you all very soon."
In the archway, leaving the way he had come in, he paused, and his eyes glittered as they caught Tsuna's gaze. "Goodbye, Tsuna."
He dipped his head in cool farewell, wondering silently to himself if it was being implied that Veckenschtein would not be seeing him again.
It took two more minutes before the startled silence that had fallen earlier to dissipate. The Prime Minister cleared his throat and grinned at the mass.
"Shall we continue where we left off?"
~::~()~::~
"You didn't mind him talking about your own sex life nearly as much as you minded him interrogating me about mine," Tsuna pointed out.
He was lying on his side in Reboyama's hammock bed, gently rocking three feet off the ground and held up by strong tethers connected to distant reaches of the ceiling. One arm was curled beneath the pillow under his head and the other hand was lightly stroking the warm, tight skin stretched across Reboyama's strong and firm torso. He circled first one dusky nipple, then the other, then slid into the indent between his pectorals. He followed through the center of his ribs, tickling the trail of black hairs that narrowed down Reboyama's chest and then widened further towards his abdomen and hip bones.
He noted, offhandedly, that his lover's hand was as busy as his, and committing far less innocent acts of passion. He shifted his lower body and then lifted his upper leg to swing over Reboyama's thighs, making it easier for Reboyama's very skilled, very graceful fingers to thrust into him. His inner channel was still slick with his lover's semen from earlier.
Reboyama gave him a cool look in response to his random comment. "It wasn't any of his business."
Tsuna allowed a small smile to settle on his face. He undulated his body closer to Reboyama's, trailing his lips down the column of his lover's throat, up along the jut of his jaw, and then back down to place open-mouthed kisses on his shoulder and collarbone. "I think you might be possessive."
"Now where is the young android that was too frightened to speak out against me?" Reboyama wondered aloud with a definite note of wistfulness. Perhaps there was some pride in there as well.
"He matured," Tsuna answered in a slight, husky voice, just as he knew Reboyama liked to hear, "into an intelligent leader figure with a great sexual need for his lover." He rolled his hips slightly, helping his lover to find his Pleasure Spot.
He knew the moment Reboyama pressed into it. There was a slight pressure, and then the electronic nerve endings connected to the Pleasure Spot lit up with sensation, rapidly sending messages through his circuitry.
He keened and arched into the sensations. Tsuna wrapped both arms around Reboyama's shoulders and held on, eyes fluttering shut and biting into his bottom lip. He reveled in what he was feeling.
"I noticed," Reboyama purred against his cheek. "You're such a needy little thing."
Reboyama pulled his fingers free. Tsuna could hear the slick sound of his lover rubbing himself, and then the broad head of Reboyama's cock was pressed against his channel. "I suppose it's my fault." He pressed a hard kiss to his mouth in the same moment he rocked up into his body, slipping past the elastic ring and sliding along two thousand and thirty-one electronic nerve endings.
Reboyama rolled on top of him and he let him, moving to his back and crying out as Reboyama, with practiced ease, thrust right into his Pleasure Spot. His electronic nerve endings fired up again.
"What?" Tsuna had his hands on Reboyama's shoulders – tight enough to hold on for dear life while too loose to bruise or leave a mark. Sometimes, he despised rule twenty-seven.
"Hm?" Reboyama, of course, had no problem biting down on his shoulder. Neatly and cruelly, he dug his teeth down deep enough that his SKIN could not absorb the oral attack and Reboyama's bite mark was, like exactly fifty-seven other identical bite marks on his body that had never been repaired, permanent.
He always felt indecently happy whenever his lover did that.
"What's – your – fault – ?" He grunted between each word, jaw clenched as his entire frame rocked to the rhythm of Reboyama's thrusts.
His lover reared above him, so dark and handsome and positively evil that Tsuna just stared up into his smug face, his impossibly dark eyes, his tilted pale lips, the slight aroused flush of blood in his alabaster skin.
Reboyama sank down on top of him, making certain that every inch of his long, predatorily sleek body rubbed against Tsuna's small, lithe frame with every motion of their hips. He kissed the tip of Tsuna's nose, then the arc of each of his eyebrows, then the curve of each of his cheeks, skipped his pouty lips, and nibbled and licked a trail up to his ear. He breathed hot air into it, affecting the unseen sound transmitter with a tingle that shot down Tsuna's supporting column.
"That you're so needy, of course." His tongue flicked out and the sensory fibers in his ear lobe flared.
Tsuna tilted his head back and to the side, groaning. He quickly escalated into a scream as his Pleasure Spot was roughly pounded into a third time. Then a fourth, a fifth, a sixth…
Tsuna's eyes flashed a warning shade of yellow.
OVERLOAD OVERLOAD OVERLOAD OVERLOAD…
Seven, eight, nine, ten –
SYSTEM OVERHEATING WARNING SYSTEM OVERHEATING WARNING SYSTEM OVERHEATING…
ACTION: RELEASE BUILT UP PRESSURE
"Don't you dare, Tsuna, not yet." Reboyama bit into his bottom lip, slowing down his thrusts and purposely aiming elsewhere. "We're not nearly done."
He sobbed and only vaguely realized that there was blood beneath his fingernails. Long, deep groves were etched into Reboyama's chest.
Rule twenty-seven dictated that androids could not cause intentional or direct harm to humans…
However, it said nothing about unintentional and Tsuna littered the marks with apologetic, kittenish licks.
A low rumble began in Reboyama's chest and moved up into his throat before coming out as a rough groan of appreciation.
"I love you," Tsuna whispered into Reboyama's clavicle. "Love you… Love you… Love you…" His legs squeezed around his lover's waist, pulling him in deeper, holding him in longer, and his hands soothed down his lover's back. "Love you…"
Reboyama chuckled and pressed a kiss into his messy hair. He intertwined his hand with one of Tsuna's, fingers folded together, and his thumb gently caressed his skin.
It was the closest to an amorous confirmation Tsuna was going to get, but that was okay.
That was more than okay.
~::~()~::~
IC (Integrated Circuit) – a circuit of transistors, resistors, and capacitors constructed on a single semiconductor wafer or chip, in which the components are interconnected to perform a given function (As taken from Dictionarydotcom).
Central Processing Unit (CPU or Microprocessor) – The microprocessor is the heart of any normal computer, whether it is a desktop machine, a server or a laptop (As taken from HowStuffWorksdotcom / microprocessordothtm).
