I swear to god this wasn't meant to be all porn and yet here we are - with mostly porn. A cute chapter thingy is coming up next, I promise.

WARNINGS: Wireplay (which means there are wires around necks and wrists and shit).

"You're not being very stealthy, Jay."

Tim caught a flash of red in the corner of his eye. A crooked smirk pulled at his lips. Ever since Jay had figured out how to work the camera system he had gone a bit crazy with filming. Tim had warned him countless times that he was going to run down the system's battery if he kept it up, but apparently those warnings still hadn't sunk in for the bot yet.

"What are you filming for, anyway?"
"I dunno." Jay shrugged, the little red light flickering off. He pulled himself up so that he was sitting on the work table with his legs dangling over the side, just a little too short to reach the floor. "I just like watching you work."
"You're going to waste all your memory space on me cursing at loose springs if you keep this up."
"Well what should I record then?"

Tim thought about it for a moment. He didn't really do much other than work. Occasionally he sat down to watch some mindless tv or a movie or something, but that was about it. An idea came to him accompanied by a mischievous grin.

"How's the battery on that camera doing?" Jay looked puzzled by the change of subject.
"Er, it's kind of low I guess."
"Let's recharge it then."

Jay tried desperately to stifle the moans rising up in his throat. He wasn't having much success, much to Tim's satisfaction. The hum of electricity flowing through his body was absolutely delicious. The wires connected to his neck had been too long to just leave hanging (or so Tim said) so he had wrapped them around multiple times, just a little too tight. But he liked it. He liked it a lot. He always liked it when Tim was a little rough with him.

"I-Is it supposed to feel like this?"
"Depends. How do you feel?"
"Really, r-really good."
"Want more?"
"M-More?"
"You've got a lot more ports than just those two."
Oh. That wasn't a distraction at all, that was a segway into an answer.
"Yes, p-please." The camera started up just as he began to speak. What a nice way to start a film, with a shaky "yes please" and his master's crooked smile in response. He honestly looked forward to replaying this one.

Tim made sure to wrap each wire very carefully and very tightly around his arms, wrists, and hands. Each time he felt a wire click into place, Jay let out a strangled moan. Each one made for a faster, more intense current and lit his nerves on fire. He found it difficult to keep his eyes open and his head forward. Jay was actually shaking out of sheer pleasure.

Or rather, his entire body was vibrating in rhythm with the unsteady surges of electricity.

"Enjoying yourself?" Tim said, thoroughly amused.

Oh this was just too good. Steam was even starting to pour from the vents along his back. Normally he just liked watching Jay like this - squirming and turning into a stuttering mess.

"Y-Yes, sir."
"Sir? That's new. I like it. I guess I can do one more thing for you, since you've been so good."

His fingers played for a moment over the buttons of Jay's borrowed jeans before he undid them and slid the clothes away. Jay's eyes went wide and his breath quickened. Tim loved that - that Jay tried to breathe like a human. As he reached for the spare charger wires (he had plenty of extras - most of his work involved battery-powered items and required a steady supply of electricity while he worked on them), he had to admit that the four ports along the underside of the bot's dick were meant for this exact purpose. At first the additional member was just for accuracy's sake. Then it became...well, it became his present to himself.

This time Jay didn't even try to hide his pleasure. That, or he simply couldn't. Desperate whimpers and moans filled the room. Jay met his eyes and, with his chest heaving, stuttered out a "thank you". That was his breaking point.

Tim's lip pressed against Jay's softly at first, then with an almost feral hunger when the kiss was returned and deepened. His hands rested on the bot's hips, thumbs tracing tiny circles over the sensitive clusters of nerves there. He made his way down Jay's jaw, kissing and nipping (as best as one could nip at a steadily hardening marbelite skin) until he reached his neck where he pulled away for a moment to avoid the collar of wires. He inhaled sharply as the bot's back arched and vibrating metal pressed up against his crotch.

"M-Master?"
"What?" He breathed, pressing into Jay harder.
"Can I make you moan, too?"

Before he could answer, Jay had a fistful of his shirt and his mouth was traveling along his neck. Although the marbelite was a powerful insulator against metal, Jay's metal tongue was not. Tim wasn't entirely sure if Jay knew that the loud moans every time the tip of his tongue shot out over his skin were caused by that little burst of static electricity it created. As if he wasn't hard enough already, he felt warm fingers tugging at his pants and then dipping below his waistband to take hold of him gently.

"Oh fuck." He hissed, resting his forehead against Jay's. His teeth were starting to hurt from clenching his jaw. Jay's movements were fluid and rhythmic enough to be mistaken for a human's touch. And he was being so careful about monitoring how hard he was squeezing.

"Am I doing it right?"
"Where did you even learn how to do this?" Tim laughed quietly, lacing his fingers through Jay's hair.
"I watched you when you do it and I reviewed-" A sudden puff of steam escape from his back and his cheeks went red with heat. Tim's eyes flew open and he pulled back, lifting Jay's chin and forcing him to look him in the eye.
"You filmed it, didn't you?"
"I'm s-sorry! I should have told you, or asked, I just-"
"You're filming this, too, aren't you?" This was the first time he'd noticed the blinking red light at the corner of the bot's eye. Jay nodded mutely. "You kinky motherfucker." he muttered, looking him over with a pleased smirk.
"Am I in trouble?"
"Oh absolutely." His hand reached for one of the several dials that controlled the strength of the electrical currents. "You know what, I've never gone to level 7 power. Let's see what happens."

Outside, a passing thug jumped. He glared suspiciously at the workshop door beside him. Either someone was being murdered or someone was getting very, very lucky right now. In fact, it was actually slightly startling to hear the moaning and screams as they increased steadily in volume. He jammed his hands back into his pockets and continued on his way, albeit at a much faster pace than before.

If he heard about a murder on the main street of the Marble District tonight, he'd know where to direct the cops at least.