Deus Ex Machina

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Yazoo's cheeks hadn't yet rid themselves of the blush, and although his breathing had returned to normal, it was almost relaxing feeling his pulse hammer through his veins as he sat perched on his master still; he could feel it in his throat, in his fingertips, his backside. He lifted himself off carefully at the order, carefully backing up to standing, his toes hitting that plush carpet again, and he felt the slow descent of sticky fluid down his leg. He stood impassively, head tilted slightly to one side.

"Thank you master." He spoke after a moment's silence. "For using me."

*Chapter 3*

Rufus didn't acknowledge the humble gesture, just reached for his glass to down the liquid and soothe his raw throat. Then he peeled off his cum splayed jacket and threw it back on the couch as he stood, zipping himself up again. As soon as his needs were satisfied, the doll's existence had been erased from his mind, more or less. He didn't have time to deal with it now, and needed his rest. Then again, this was really a good he valued and wouldn't want anyone to spoil… His fathomless gaze wandered down the doll's lithe form again. Who was most suited for taking care of the robot without being tempted to use it? Almost inevitably his eyes darted over to the door.

"Reno, come in here!"

Dammit! Reno had heard enough through the walls already--and his boss damn well knew it too, cause then he called for him to come in. Like he wanted to do that after he'd just--with that doll thing! The redhead turned and entered his boss' apartments, the smell of sex hitting him even before he got into the living room. He tried to appear as casual about it as he could. It probably wouldn't do for the president to know he thought it was repulsive...with a doll...

The doll in question would have given it away even if Reno couldn't feel it in the air. Reno thought he saw cum dripping down the thing's leg for god's sake! His gaze didn't linger too long on the robot--though it looked far more bedraggled than he'd seen it previously.

He cleared his throat, coughing into one hand while the other was still in his pocket, fist clenched.

"Yeah, boss?"

"You'll take care of it when I don't need it. Just get it one of the guest rooms." Rufus ordered languidly, casually walking over to the left wall and getting another drink. He really didn't give a damn if Reno felt uncomfortable or had heard anything--he was a subordinate, and in Rufus' eyes he wasn't much different from any well-programmed robot. If even more annoying at times. "And clean it up," he added with a lifted brow, before he went out of the room to get a bath himself.

Reno just blankly stared after his boss, saying wryly,

"Sure thing boss," before he turned towards the still doll. "Great." His shoulders slumped and he stood there for a moment, trying to wrap his mind around the concept that he was now in charge of it. Maybe the boss had only meant for now? For today? He sincerely hoped so, because if not, he was in deep shit. Rubbing his chin, the redhead threw a last look at the doll and then turned around, saying over his shoulder,

"C'mon, yo."

Though it had not been directed towards him, Yazoo understood that his master wished for this man to be in charge of him while he was not with his master. That meant that "Reno" as his master had called him, held a certain amount of authority, and would be able to activate his protocols and give him orders. Yazoo had watched his master leave the room, feeling a slight ache that he couldn't describe, but then swiftly followed the Turk's orders and followed him out of his master's quarters.

The door slid shut behind them as they entered the stark hallway outside, Yazoo's feet hitting cold tiled floor instead of carpet again. The air was considerably colder out here--maybe it was because the President's apartment had gotten quite warm--but Yazoo's bare arms raised goose bumps as they walked and he crossed his arms over his chest in an automatic reaction to warm them.

Reno led the way down the hallways, forgoing the possibility of activating the automatic transportation line. He'd rather rely on his own feet…

While they walked down the corridor, Reno inconspicuously threw a look into the high windows that served as a wall, but threw back their images against sky outside. The doll was following him with a blank face, no emotional or any other reaction visible there at all. He had the unpleasant feeling that it fixated its eyes on him, which would have been rather logical, since he was the guide--but still it felt, like something was itching him there, so he irritably snapped,

"Can you look somewhere else, yo?!"

Yazoo instantly dropped his gaze to the floor. He could watch Reno's feet instead to follow him.

"I'm sorry Sir, I didn't know it bothered you." He didn't have to call this human "Master," but he did hold some authority still. He could see the tension in the redhead's shoulders. He obviously was not comfortable with him....

"Yeah, it does..." Reno muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets and drawing his shoulders up in an almost sulking manner. The rest of the way was passed in silence. Occasionally, Reno's eyes darted to the mirror-window to check if the freak wasn't secretly still watching him, because his back was still itching, but those huge, beautiful eyes remained trained at the ground. Finally they made it to a guest bathroom, and Reno grumpily motioned for Yazoo with his head to go inside before he followed, the door sliding closed behind them.

"I am to bathe, Sir?" Yazoo stated, knowing this to be the case, but requiring confirmation that he did not have to do any other specific tasks first. He slipped one arm out of its sleeve. It was harder to get the dress off than it was to get on, it had gotten very sticky...

"No, you're to jump on one leg and act like a rooster." Reno remarked wryly, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the wall. Seriously, he'd liked (if this even was an adequate term. Maybe 'less detested' was more fitting) the previous dolls better, they had had simple programs and didn't ask stupid questions.

Apparently, Reno hadn't read up on the laws of Robotics, for even though Yazoo knew that was not what Rufus had intended him to do, the second law held him to follow Reno's order. He must have surprised the redhead, for he jumped at the sudden loud crow within the small room.

"What the fuck?" Reno's eyes went big as saucers and he slowly unfolded his arms as Yazoo came and hopped by him, like a good obedient robot uttering his 'cock-a-doodle-doo.' For a moment he didn't know if he should burst out laughing or crying, but eventually he settled for a half irritated, half confused,

"Stop it, yo!" He rubbed his temple, groaning, and then just gestured at the shower and the tub. "Just take a bath and clean up, okay?" He looked at the doll through his fingers from underneath his red fringe, but then he couldn't help it and chuckled, shaking his head at the previous image again.

Yazoo halted, immediately going back to the task of undressing as if he had never been asked to do such a ridiculous thing. The soiled dress finally slid over his hips and he stepped out of the puddled material on the floor to go turn on the faucets. The cum on his leg had dried and was starting to itch. He reached back to try to scratch it off the back of his knee, his features remaining neutral however and betraying no discomfort.

"Excuse me Sir," He had been programmed to be quite polite when his special modes were not in use. "Is there soap I may use?"

"Uhm, yeah, sure..." Reno tore his eyes away, another faint blush heating his cheeks and he quickly went over to one of the walls sliding open to look through various things. Somehow this Yazoo--thing was strange. It talked so much, and obviously it just knew what to do, without any prior instructions. Apart from the lack of emotion in his face he would almost pass for a human--but then Rufus wasn´t exactly more expressive either.

"Ehr, what kind of shampoo you want, strawberry or lemongrass?" He held up two white bottles that looked exactly the same for the doll to see. Yazoo slipped into the tub, causing the water to splash up along the side. He paused at the question, puzzled.

"I do not know... I require soap, or shampoo, that is all..." Yazoo was confused. His inferencing generators would usually help him make a "choice" between options based on what he predicted would please his master most, but Reno didn't seem to care either way...

"Okay." The redhead shrugged and threw the right bottle (the lemongrass) at Yazoo, who caught it and began methodically washing himself--focusing on the spots that had been dirtied in his interaction with his master.

Reno put the other back, before he went over to the tub and sat down on the rim, hands in his pocket. He tried to entertain himself by counting the tiles, tracing the white surface with his eyes so he didn't have to look at the wet, soapy body left to him. He grew bored too quickly though, and thinking that it was even better than dying of boredom, he asked the doll,

"So, how's it going with you and the boss?" His voice was heavy with sarcasm, because he really didn't expect any answer. Lighting a well-deserved cig, Reno blew out a cloud of smoke (that immediately got sucked in by the air-cleaning system), and wryly lifted a brow.

"It is going quite well, thank you. There were many indications of his desires--though I still need to confirm quite a few of them to make sure I may pleasure him to the fullest." The doll spoke nonchalantly, as if Reno had simply asked him if the weather outside was pleasant. Yazoo slipped deeper into the bath to wet his hair before sitting up and pour a small amount of shampoo into his palm to lather into his tresses. "I suspect that within a few more sessions I will be able to interpret his unspoken signals much better."

"That's...great, I think..." Reno managed to finally close his mouth from the gape of disbelief and caught his falling cig in the process, cursing as the lit end burnt his fingers. This was a bit too much information for his tastes, but then again the doll seemed pretty talkative and maybe this was a good thing for him after all? He could get information out of it...him?

"So, something else he was talking about? Maybe raising wages or somethin'?"

"He did not mention anything like that." The doll continued to wash.

"Too bad yo..." the red-head sighed and flipped his half smoked cig down into the tub where it mingled with the soapy water.

Yazoo piled his sudsy hair up on top of his head as he reached back to the back of his neck and shoulders. He should probably wash everywhere since he had been contained inside his delivery box for some time as well. He shifted forward in the bath.

"Would you be able to assist me with my back? I cannot reach all the way down Sir." Even as he asked, he tried to spread the soap as far down as he could, brushing his fingertips just around his shoulder blades. He turned to see if Reno would be willing. Reno just blinked at that, narrowed his eyes, stared at the slender, perfect back (that he had been trying so hard not to look at) and pointed at himself with his thumb, face blank.

"You mean...me? Washing...your back?"

"If it would not be a trouble. I can continue to try to reach, but one of the limits of my organic modeling is that I have the same restrictions on certain movements due to ligaments and muscles fibers that a human would." Yazoo explained. This is why it was recommended in the manuals for the doll to bathe with their master...

"Forget about it yo, I ain't gonna touch your freaky back!" The red-head jumped to his feet in agitation, shuffling away and out of the doll's reach, expression a mixture of terrified and suspicious that it would attack him because of his refusal.

Yazoo simply remained there, though, stretching his arm, trying to reach his back and making Reno involuntarily wince, since it didn't look like a comfortable posture. Shifting his weight to the other foot, Reno did look like he was in a predicament here, before he threw his hand in the air and gave in.

Okay, fine, I'll do it, but don't you think this'll become a habit! It's just this one time, understood?" He announced grumpily and poked his finger into the soft flesh as he stood before the tub. He sighed and reached for a sponge so he wouldn't have to directly touch the doll.

"Thank you." Yazoo bent his knees upwards from the bathwater and hugged his arms around them, leaning forward to expose more of his back. He rested his cheek on his knee as he felt Reno brush the sponge across his back in a long swipe. He smiled softly.

"Hopefully my master will wish to bathe with me, and then you will not be burdened with this inconvenience. I apologize." One hand untangled from around his legs to fish out the butt of Reno's cigarette as it floated past him in the water. He placed it on the edge of the tub where he could dispose of it later. "Or, if he chooses not to use me in such a fashion, I may be allowed a brush if you are adverse to this service."

"Yeah, sure," Reno said dismissively, feeling a bit bad now about his strong negative reaction. Why did this guy have to be so friggin' humble?! Maybe it was just a vicious strategy to make him feel gulity... Still, as the doll was crouched down there like that, it looked so lost and nothing like any doll Reno had to deal with before.

"It's okay, yo, not a big deal..." he mumbled, rubbing the sponge over creamy white skin, seeing the muscles and bones flexing underneath. It looked so real, just like any other human body he'd seen, "I mean, you ain't really a doll anyway, so I'm cool with it, you're different, eh?"*

Yazoo's brow furrowed slightly at Reno's statement.

"I am a doll, designed to be different. Yes." A sudsy string of hair slipped from on top of his head across his cheekbone and he sat up slightly so he could tuck it back until he rinsed. Conversing with this particular person seemed to be more confusing than others he'd interacted with. One moment, he'd be backing away--common body language for spite or fear, the next, he'd be helping (as with the bunny ears before). Yazoo was finding it quite hard to predict how to act best around this human.

"No, I mean, you're different from a doll, more like us." Reno frowned, momentarily stopping his movements. Somehow this was all a bit confusing. With the other toys it had been easy, they had machine bodies and machine brains and they didn't speak to him and just kept staring.

Yazoo didn't quite understand Reno. How could he be different from something that he was?

"Perhaps you mean an older model? That I have become better able to mimic human behaviour through the technological advances by my creator?" His creator had told him he had been programmed to react much better than his previous work--and the laboratory robots of little more than hydraulics and metal could not interact at all.

"No, stupid, I mean more like a human, yo." Reno rolled his eyes and started rubbing the other´s back again with rough movements. "Though you´re probably not one of the more brighter specimen." Then again, what the guy said made sense too, somehow.

Maybe it was all just a trick? But then why did Reno feel less creeped out in his presence? His gut instincts would have told him if this one was a machine. There were enough realistic looking robots out there but his senses were always screaming at him when he got near one of them and they'd never failed him before. Now they were just grumbling, a bit indecisive, and this had to mean that this guy was different.

Yazoo's back was getting red from all the scrubbing, but he didn't complain.

"If you feel strongly about it, you must congratulate my creator Dr. Hojo. I'm sure he would be pleased for the positive feedback." It wasn't in Yazoo's programming to argue--he was supposed to be a perfect acquiescent companion with the ability of thoughtful conversation. No one wanted to have an argument with a sex robot--they could simply have a real relationship for that.

"The hell I'll talk to that creep!" was the darkly spoken reply and then Reno stopped abusing the guy's skin. It was already getting red, he might have overdone it a bit. Holding the sponge over Yazoo's shoulder, Reno got up, shaking his pants and getting some foam off them

"Here ya go, I'm done. And hurry up, I got other things to do, yo." Or he hoped he did, at least...

Yazoo sat up, placing the sponge beside the cigarette butt on the edge. He drew up some water from the bath to sluice the foam off his back and then slid back down to rinse the shampoo from his hair. His wet hair streamed down between his shoulder blades and he stood, gingerly stepping over the sides of the bathtub so he wouldn't slip.

"Thank you." He said, his words slightly muffled by the soft towel he'd taken from the rack beside the tub. He patted his arms and legs dry, before wrapping his hair carefully in the towel and bending to retrieve his clothes. They were still a little rumpled, but Yazoo supposed he would be given the opportunity to wash them--or be given others later. He slipped into the outfit much easier than the first time he'd been given it.. He smoothed out his skirt along his thighs, still wet.

"What do you require me to do now Sir?"

"Just follow me." Reno was trying to sound unaffected by the sight of the glistening, wet legs rubbed by a soft towel and the lean body arching into the drying movements.. Mentally shaking his head at himself, he stuffed his hand back into the pockets of his pants and went through the door, rounding a corner and getting them into a guest room.

Tbc

Kiki-slasha replying

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Rina: *cleans up from the Rina explosion* I'm so glad you liked it! Yes, even though it's (almost XD) all about smut, we're trying to stay on top of our characterization so that we can play up all different aspects of human relationships--the good and the bad. Rufus hasn't had anyone to tell him what he's doing is wrong; he's far too powerful to be effected by anything anyone less influential than he has to say...Maybe Yazoo isn't the only one having a hard time identifying as "human"...thanks for the huge support lady! Thank you so much for the awesome review! Hm, I think in RL there are always two sides and there has to be someone who abuses and someone who´s willing to let himself be abused. With Yazoo it is a bit different, he is not really aware that he has a choice, because he thinks he has no will… Rufus knows that Yazoo is 100% organic, but he doesn´t see him as a human, because Hojo told him that Yazoo lacked a free will and therefore is a robot, just made from something else than iron and wires. That is why he isn´t nice to Yazoo, he only sees him as an object. You wouldn´t talk to your pencil either, being nice to it, would you? Because it wouldn´t make any difference at all. And that is the way Rufus sees Yazoo.

Aeriths-Rain: Don't think dear, just feel. Thanks for reading ^_^ Hahaha, thank you very much dear, happy you liked it!

Soyna: Rufus likes to think he's in control at least...Yazoo's pretty acquiescent for now--we'll see if he stays that way. Yes, you´re absolutely right! Yazoo is a robot and he has to abide to his masters will as long as his orders don´t conflict with the three laws of robotic. So Rufus holds almost total control over him. Thanks for the review!

I´m At My All Time Low: Ha! Thanks! I don't think Rufus likes to share though...maybe we'll just have to distract him for you! Hehehe, yes, Rufus only started to explore his new toy XD I´ll ask him about your sharing idea, but I wouldn´t get my hopes up too high if I was you, Ruffy´s a selfish prick when it comes to his playthings ;)

Constance32: I'm glad you liked the smut! Reno will probably be more than a liiiittle hard to convince, but I'm sure we can do it... Hey thank you! Happy you like it, and hopefully the new chapter met your expectations!

natzilla: hehe bunny ear continuity is fun, isn't it? Well, now they'll like on Rufus' floor until he trips over them and remembers how hot and tight that last ride was...XD I must admit I briefly forgot about the bunny ears as well, but when kiki mentioned them again it was all the more awesome to have them XD Oh, and the bunny ears all belong to kitty XDD I´ll have a firm talk to Rufus but I doubt it´ll overly impress him *cough* Thank you for the feedback!

IA1979: Ah! Call the firetrucks! *bows modestly* We are but simple writers, these sexy sexy characters practically write themselves! Thank you so much--we'll keep trying our best to be clever and hot XD Kehehe, we´ll have an extra box of phoenix down ready here then! Oh, and I´ll see that I´ll get you Hojo´s number XD Thanks for reviewing dear!

Thank you all for reading and reviewing and as always we´d love to know if you want to read more?