His grip tightened on her neck ever so slightly. She could still breathe, but her breath was caught inside her, frozen as her body against the wall. Was this how it felt to be dominated? Panic raced through her, but as soon as Wheatley shifted, rubbing against her right thigh, her face flared up in heat. Something from the intact on her leg tingled pleasantly and spread up through to her centre. She knew what this meant, but why the hell was it happening to her? Why now? And why was an android built to feel it?

"Thing is, love, I don't think you know just what you make them feel. They die because of you."

His voice was angry, rolling low in her ear. She was barely listening to what he was saying, just that deep tone rumbling quietly through her head. It didn't even alarm her this time when the tingling feeling returned, as she gasped to catch her breath.

"Yes," she said finally, strained from being strangled. "Yes, I've been bad. Please, just-"

He was genuinely surprised as his grip now loosened on her throat. "Oh, so you're begging me now?"

She was many things at this point. Humiliated, horrified, disgusted and completely turned on. She quickly sucked in air as he let go of her neck and stared at him wide-eyed. Her hands were still above her head as she uselessly tried to move them.

"Will you cooperate if I let you go?" His tone was patronizing, talking to her as if she were a misbehaving child. It enraged her, but at the same time, she felt a rush in her chest. Her eyes closed slowly. "Yes." She swallowed, adding, "Yes, and I need to be… to be…"

Wheatley scoffed, expecting some ridiculous prima donna demands.

"… punished."

Her hands were let go and she lunged at him, arms around his neck, lifting herself up to his lips, forcefully closing the space between them. Wheatley stumbled slightly but his hands found her waist, holding her slim frame close to his. She kissed him furiously, all tongues and open mouths fighting each other. With a moan, Glados began to wrap her legs around him, feeling her core rub against him, shuddering purely from the contact. Inside, a part of her was weeping, screaming and completely appalled at her behaviour. Wheatley's hands holding onto her thighs quieted that part. Pushing her down onto the bed silenced it forever. Her bottom lips was being bitten, a warm tongue licking at the swollen flesh. Damn these realistic bodies. Her legs were still squeezed around his hips, but suddenly he broke their kiss, wrenching her knees apart. Her heart pounded inside her chest, finally it was coming-

"No! You know what, I'm not doing this!"

And suddenly he tore away from her, off the bed and to the other side of the room. She sat up, exasperated and beyond frustrated. "What?" she demanded.

"No, that's not punishment, you want that! I'm not giving you what you want!"

Glados huffed. "Trust me, you moron, I don't want it, and certainly not with you."

"Oh, right, with you just coming at me and all, you totally don't want it." He was pacing around the room frantically.

"I can definitely see you don't want it either." Her eyes found the bulge in his pants and he sharply turned his back to her.

He was silent, the only sound in the room being their breathing. Glados watched him, the tension in his back and shoulders, his messy blonde hair and lanky frame. She found it rather annoying that the first thing she wanted as an android was to have him bang her electronic brains out. It didn't change anything. "Please? I'll do whatever you tell me." She had never spoken this way before, let alone to someone like him.

There was a long pause, but then, "You can beg better than that, love."

Yes. She got him. "Please," she murmured softly, biting her lip. She looked up at the ceiling as she felt shame spreading out inside her. "Please. Anything you tell me."

More silence. Instead he only walked towards the door, shutting it quietly. He looked straight at her. "Anything and everything I say. You'll do it."

Her hands clutched tightly at the sheets. "Yes."

"Shut up. I didn't ask."