November 9th, 2038

PM 07:36:29


A/N: ***Extremely NSFW***


Warning: If you don't agree with some of the following themes, that's completely okay. You can skip to 52 when it's posted. This isn't just a smut chapter, but there aren't any plot points you'll miss.

Written to "Angel" by Massive Attack.


Distance was an undetermined factor in the art of pulling you in.

The rushing of the ground when you fell. The transportive occurrence when you zoned out and came to; not remembering your walk from point A to B. The crashing of waves on the break line shimmering in the sun as you're pulled down and submerged.

The look of a threat and the need to charge, to react before it evolved into something more.

…Evolution.

Like how birds developed pointed beaks over thousands of years to extract food from the smallest of holes. Or how sharks grew themselves from cartilage instead of bone to use less energy while traversing a longer distance.

How an android sent by CyberLife evolved into Connor – a caring, loving individual with a heart of gold and a beautiful dark side…

The daring, punishing creature who devoured that softness without remorse, and kept it locked safe inside while his demons came out to play.

You didn't have a preference. You found both versions trapped in one body equally appealing; each need for comfort, every cautioned breath that would tip him off as a sign of life.

No matter which Connor you were in the room with, things always started the same. You'd been conditioned that way.

The beat of your heart as a countdown. The dryness in your mouth and the subtle lick of your lips. The blurring of your vision and a slight ringing in your ears. A tingling between your legs. Your breasts beginning to swell and the blood rushing to the tips; a collected effort to make them harden and rise.

Instinctive preparations to fulfill a need that'd been ingrained in your species as a means to reproduce…a recreational activity that'd found its way into the hierarchy of human needs.

You were starved of touch on your neck, your waist, your back – everywhere.

With each growing sensation, it gave you away. Showed him the critical markers to follow until you were chiseled down to nothing but debris and dust.

His kiss ghosted against your trembling lips. When you tried to steal more, a firm hand would keep you still. A dark smile would curve on that mouth, studying you with exactness.

Maybe it was his barren chest, arms, abdomen – shoulders; his form a weakness of yours he wore well.

But he had this look of hidden secrets…like he had the high ground; had some sort of advantage and you just didn't know it yet.

"You do love being in danger, don't you?"

A small yelp left you as your belt shifted and a cold ring snapped around your wrist. You fell on your back, bouncing on the cushions of the couch.

"Con-"

His jaw tensed as a hand covered your mouth. He watched you with such rage, shaking his head "no" in the slowest, most calculated way he'd ever handled you.

A hot breath blew over his knuckles as it left your nose, and with a twist of his hands on your waist, you were on your stomach.

There was an intimate sort of panic that surged from the steely clicks behind your back as your wrists were wrangled and secured by your own cuffs. A feeling of complete surrender as he kneaded your ass, fingers digging in your hips and pulling them towards his hardening length still trapped in his jeans.

Your sliced cheek stung as it rubbed against a throw pillow, and you gasped for air when you were drawn up by a fist-full of hair; balanced on your knees.

His chest met your back, his chin on your shoulder – his words whisking across your ear.

"Is this why you do it?"

His free hand undid the latch on your belt, button, zipper; all before sliding inside to deliver a taunt.

"Be so…"

His finger circled the spot just above your clit, and around the wet lips underneath. With each passing, your muscles clenched.

"…Reckless?"

Your thighs squeezed together, trying to get his arm, wrist, anything just to touch you.

"Is it stimulating?"

He yanked your head to the side, pointing the scarred side of your face up at him.

"Are you addicted to it?"

The fingers not tight along the roots of your hair clamped around your jaw, their wet tips slipping.

His nose trailed up your cheek, breathing in your scent. His tongue glided across the cut at a measured pace…

He was tasting your wound. You. And the Thirium that still coated his mouth stung.

"Answer me…"

A cloudy haze took over your senses. Nulled them, made you melt even further; need more intensely. You tremored in his vice, your undergarments and uniform damp between your legs. You could feel the juices sifting, running – seeping with each play he made on your battlefield for a body.

"Yes-"

Even bound, you found purchase on his erection on the other side of your cloth barrier for a uniform. You tried to regain control, to deliver a counter attack against the siege he laid; but after an angry growl you were on your back again – this time on the table.

The hard landing knocked the breath from you, but you would've lost it anyway with the gaze that fell from above.

"You don't get to touch me until you've learned."

He pulled one boot off you, and then another.

"I'm going to teach you how to follow rules..."

He wrenched your pants down to your knees, and then the rest of the way.

"…And what happens, when you don't."

He divided the rows of buttons and clasps that held your uniformed shirt together, and you panted as cold rolled over your heart. He didn't so much take off your bra as he did unhook the straps from the fabric holes; the latches in the back, and dismantle it before dangling it at his side, dropping it in line with a tilt of his head with the most devious intent.

"Thirium-310. Non-lethal to the human body, but can have negative effects similar to psychostimulants."

He leaned behind him, picked up the cup, and swirled it like an alchemist ready to coat you in a toxic elixir. Your eyes widened, struck down with a renewed fear.

A cold drip rolled down your right breast, forcing a muted whine from your clenching jaw as the sensitive, hardened tip began to ache. A blue streak ran down the side of your ribcage, and another pooled just above your stomach.

He set the cup down.

With the hands of a practitioner, he massaged the thin, almost alcohol-like Thirium into the ring around your nipple. It was so frigid, so heightening as the sensation seemed to be amplified; but misdirected.

He knew where you wanted it most. Knew how bad it hurt for him not to touch the middle of those rings. The rigid points where drafted air passed over the wet tips, almost numbing them – only to be reminded that the touch they craved so zealously was a hair's width away.

"Stay down."

He commanded as he stood, walking back to the couch.

You gulped as you stared at the ceiling; and noticed it'd began to spin. You felt dizzy. Like you were on the edge of a high-rise, the swaying of the building under your feet; and you were getting ready to leap.

Your eyes darted to the side as footsteps bounded behind you.

You sucked in a breath of air.

"This is what we call…"

Your uniform bunched in his hands, jolting you upright.

"…Negative, reinforcement."

A black strip of silk covered your eyes. You jerked in place as a tight knot met the back of your head.

"You're going to stay silent for the next thirty seconds."

He spread your legs with a knee, planting it on the edge just below you. Your back arched as his thumb returned to tracing an icy path over your breast. You let out a rattling exhale as the pebbled skin drew into coils.

"They say when one sense is removed, the others are heightened."

His voice came from beyond your hearing, everything still a daze like you were living a dream.

"…Scents become stronger."

He grabbed your hair, holding you in a forward position as he swiped at the spot between your legs. When he held his hand to your nose, you smelled you, mixed with that same eucalyptus scent that came with Thirium.

"…Touching becomes intoxicating."

His finger returned below and a sharp, freezing feeling ran through your veins as he traced your slick entrance. He enveloped the tip of your painted breast with three fingers, slowly applying pressure until the pinch became a pleasurable pain.

The throbbing stopped, and your nerves fired faster than your brain could process his torment.

His teeth replaced them, nibbling and biting with his tongue lapping at the tit smothered by his face. He ran a hand over it, smearing the Thirium to the other before repeating this devouring act of dark desire and unapologetic hunger.

But his thumb jabbed through your lips, separating your rows of teeth from each other.

"…Tastes become deeper."

Your lips closed as you sucked on it, curling your tongue around his knuckle and licking it clean. A low groan escaped him, his solid chest flattening against yours as he sank on top of you – breath trembling before collecting himself.

"And sounds…"

He removed his hand from your mouth, divided the two of you, and a zipper being undone rebounded from the silent corners of the room.

"Sounds become more identifiable."

A pumping noise. Soft at first, and a sloppy, rapid procession after a few heart-clenching moments.

Except he wasn't doing it to you, he was doing it to himself.

Stroking that afterthought-of-an-attachment that you wanted now more than anything, in any way you could.

"Is this what you want?"

You licked your lips, biting them briefly. Nodded eagerly and held back an audible beg.

"Why should I give it to you?"

His cock brushed against your breast as he pulled it up and let it bounce back.

"Answer me."

"I…" You didn't want to say it, but felt like it'd be the only way out of this torturous hell, "I've been good."

"Mhm…for now." He latched his hands around your hips, pulling you forward.

You stumbled to your feet, trying to look through the slits of light from under the blindfold.

"You are to stand for a minute. If you fail, there will be consequences."

You had questions, but were afraid to ask.

There was no second-guessing the vibrating noise that followed, and the growl under his breath as he pinned his thumb just above your clit – again.

Your thighs immediately closed, and you almost stumbled.

You caught your balance, his touch not moving an inch. The tip of his tongue just barely tasted the wet aftermath. His thumb dropped a bit, and his lips pressed against yours; below your waist.

God, you wanted him to suck your clit and bite at your breasts and fuck you into the table, couch, wall – whatever, but this? This was…this was too much denial.

"Fifty seconds."

His other hand slid up your shaking leg, caressing the inside. Your back started to hurt from your engaged muscles, trying to stand up straight. When he got to the meat of your thigh, he let go and neatly tucked a finger inside you; curling it until it pressed against a spot that had you crying out for mercy.

"Forty seconds."

His thumb pressed on your clit. The continuation of vibrations and rubbing in circles and how he was fucking you with his hand so hard from below; there was no resistance, no pull. Just twisting and ramming and sounds of frustration.

Your chest rose and fell in rapid movements. Your knees began to buckle; legs threatening to give way.

"Thirty seconds…" He whispered.

A jingle of the glass left you sputtering nonsense…and then the ice touched you.

Ice, trapped in his mouth – Ice, rotating along your clit as he bounced it on his tongue; the cold, melted water mixing with the cum and Thirium concoction running down your leg.

And once the cube was reduced to nothing, and the mess ran on either side, he licked you clean - starting at the insides of your knees and biting a path along your thighs.

"Twenty seconds."

You thought this was what you wanted. This is what your body told you that you wanted. But you were keeling over, silently pleading to be put out of your misery. Your calves went numb. Your feet pointed in at each other, a piece of his hair tickling your nipple as you failed to maintain posture.

His jaw slid up your legs. His nose pushed against your clit. His lips parted while meeting yours, his tongue jutting inside you and swirling madly.

You cried out to the ceiling, your breasts wobbling as you straightened to bounce on the tips of your toes, riding his face the best you could without falling.

There was no more counting; no more seductive, cool voice rolling off the tongue that ravished you.

You couldn't do it. You tried and tried to stand, to listen and obey, to follow instructions and orders like you should've been doing in the first place-

Your knees hit the floor. It would've hurt if there wasn't a stubbled chin trapped between your legs with a nose, mouth, and tongue to grind on.

His hands dug into your hips, pulling you down each time you lifted yourself...

But just as you got into a rhythm, he lifted one of your legs and disappeared out from under you.

"You were so close to succeeding."

He gently held your chin, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

"So beautiful…" He dragged his shaft along your face, the tip just hovering at your lips, "And you're all mine…"

He lifted the blindfold, hooking it with a finger and lowering it around your neck.

A blue line ran from the corner of his mouth. His body was imprinted with an outline of yours – smudged and vibrant like liquid sapphire pressed into a blank canvas…

"I want to see your eyes."

They glazed over, and you felt them shaking. Your mouth hung open willingly, padding your bottom row of teeth as his cock slid right into place. He shuddered as he pushed in slowly and you sucked harder, tongue curling around him.

And he groaned.

Your cheeks imploded as he retracted, falling in a rhythm of going in deeper a little more at a time, head bobbing between his hands that thumbed at your temples. He watched you, his eyebrows creased and his eyes angry; and still, he was weakening.

He grabbed the back of your head. Aiming his at the ceiling as his pace quickened, your lips going raw and eyes beginning to tear up when his hips started bucking.

"Good girl…" He let out a coarse groan, looking back down at you with a solemn, adoring gaze, "Such a good, good girl…"

When you almost gagged, he stopped – forcing you to take heavy breaths through your nose.

A click vibrated from somewhere close; a warm spring emptying in the back of your throat and filling the space between your cheeks and the thick cock plugging your mouth.

You swallowed and tried to keep up, but the overflow ran down your chin and dripped on your chest.

A string of the milky substance dangled from your mouth as he pulled out, hands hooking under your arms. Your legs were shaky, your vision was still so clouded, and you wanted nothing more but to reach out and rip his fucking throat open with your teeth.

Your calves hit the front of the couch at his pull, knees hitting the cushions. Your legs were separated by his waist, straddling him, tits leveling out as your uniform shelfed them like some sort of makeshift corset.

"'I lift my hands up to you in loneliness…You, to whom I flee…'" He murmured into the space between your breasts, licking it thereafter.

He grabbed your hips, straightened you out. Smoothed your hair, looking at you with such worship and love that you weren't expecting during this session of yours.

"'To whom in the deepest depth of my heart…'" His eyes switched between yours, eyelids fluttering and narrowing and opening wide again just to see you at every possible angle and focus, "'I have solemnly consecrated altars...'"

You dropped your chin, biting your lip so hard it opened the cut that'd started to bleed again. You exhaled through your nose as that bleeding wound disappeared into his mouth, his kisses furious and sporadic; losing his coolness and commandeering composure.

Your chest flattened against his, and he lifted your hips. Angled his swollen cock so that it lined up with your hot and dripping cunt. And both of you shuddered as he lowered you painfully slow until you enveloped him completely.

Except when you went to lift yourself again, he kept you in place. Had a hand firm on the lower of your back, adjusting himself so he got comfortable; sinking into the back of the couch.

"You'll get your reward when you give me what I want…"

He tugged at your breasts with his teeth, finally sucking on the painfully sore tip. You gasped in his hair, rocking your hips and grinding on him.

Connor bit down, a form of punishment before release, pursing his lips as the noose around your neck became a gag – the fabric pulling at the corners of your mouth. He looped the excess in his hand, pulling it tight and jerking you to the side.

His thumb pressed and lifted, swiping left and right – the vibrations stronger than before. He kept you upright as your muffled cries seemed to stir something inside him.

"…And I want you to make a mess."

You clamped around him in line with each pulse of burst feed, your muscles constricting harder and harder and the juices flowing from below coated him with each wave of ecstasy.

"You're so close...I can feel how tight you are." He said through grit teeth, regaining composure once he found you watching him, "Contractions…a sexually conditioned response to a conditioned stimulus."

The tip of his thumb just barely touched the point of your clit, making the smallest of circles, "Are you stimulated enough, Officer?"

Tears slipped in the creases of your eyes, shaking your head yes over and over.

He was breaking you.

"Come on." His cheek molded with your breast, rolling it in his mouth and letting it slip through scraping teeth and smiling with a sinister fucking look in his eyes, "Be a good girl…"

The words shook you to the bone. You had to tune it out, had to focus; had to please him. You wanted to make him happy, and wanted so badly for the built up pressure inside you to be released.

You closed your eyes. Got lost in the pulses that came from his touch that melted you into nothingness. Held onto that emptiness, feeling his kisses in the pit of your stomach. Felt the surge come from your ankles and sweep through your legs, slither up your spine; trying to escape through your head.

But it stayed there. Got stuck. And shot the whole way down to where he touched you.

Dispersed evenly and violently. Had your heart stop.

Until it did escape…

"That's it-"

His voice was on the verge of breaking as you felt a hot streak run down the edges of your thighs. It just wouldn't stop…the tremors pushed a new spurt every time he made a rotation with his finger, his tongue, anything.

You were weak. Couldn't process what was happening other than he was the only reason you hadn't fallen over; a hand placed between your shoulder blades.

Everything so filthy, and unclean.

Sweat, and cum, and blood – all floating under the smell of sex and Thirium.

You were cradled against him in your hazed mental state. Your forehead slid underneath his chin, and he hugged you.

You thought it was over. You thought you couldn't take anymore.

Until his touch trailed and anchored on your ass, lifting it as you started to become more aware.

"What's-"

The first time he rammed inside you, your question was cut off as a holler.

And then he kept going.

All the pain of not getting the care against the aching walls that screamed for attention; all the distance that'd been put between you in this game he'd started, and he'd finish…

It all blossomed into something more powerful.

An intense feeling. The complete and total loss of inhibitions as he pounded away at the spot that pushed you over the edge, and it was a quick journey.

A leap of faith.

It wasn't long until you bottomed out.

But it was like he had you on rewind, an infinite loop of time that put you back on the precipice just to push you over – again, and again, and again-

You were forced to stay there while he tried, to be put in a trap of teetering on the verge of another orgasm with the finish line just within reach…

And you loved it.

"Stop-" He rolled his head back, hands slipping to your hips to pull you down harder.

You didn't recall yelling as loud as you had as his relentless assault continued. Didn't realize how much saliva had drenched the tie, or how hard you were biting down on it. Couldn't account for the moment your body started jerking and twitching while it writhed on top of him like the prisoner you were.

But you didn't listen. You never listened…

You never learned.

Even muffled, you kept hollering until he conceded and pulled the gag down and made it a leash.

It tightened around your throat, and he directed you as he wrapped the fabric around his hands to pull and choke you.

"Connor-" You moaned so seductively and fluidly you saw the cracks in his self-possession turn to fissures, "Let me out of these-"

Your request was breathless as he drove into you, your chin falling on his shoulder as your teeth latched to his neck and ear, whispering to him, "Please, baby-"

His arm barred around your back, squeezing your stomach into his and forcing you into a bowed position. He slapped your ass so hard it made you yell, and he grunted.

He thrusted so deep, planting himself in you and watching below as he massaged his cock by rolling your hips back and forth.

You rocked in rhythm, adding a rotation in sync with his push and pull.

"You like that?" You purred.

He was shaking, his eyes flickering between watching you ride him and your pleading gaze.

"I've been such a good girl, Connor…" You nipped at his lip with your teeth, "Such a good, good girl-"

"Goddamn you," He shoved you upright, digging in his pocket before lifting his hips, and you, high enough to slide the rest of his jeans off.

He put a key in his mouth, tearing the rest of your uniform wide open so both of you were exposed. Pulled the shoulders and sleeves down so that they bunched around the handcuffs, taking the key in hand. His trembling fingers struggled to get it in the lock…

So you started moving your hips, making sure he was nice and snug inside you so that when you made circles over him, he got to feel every inch, every contraction, that sent him into a tailspin.

"Come here."

He growled. Hissed. His chest rumbled.

And when one wrist was released, your arms moved faster than you thought they ever could as they looped around his neck. You clawed at his back, seeing a new blue stain on the couch from the work of your nails. One of his hands splayed across your back, keeping you still with your breasts in his face under you…

Until his fingers threaded in your hair, pointing your face away as he fucked you into a daydream.

Your scratching grasp slipped to his arms, rounding the bulges and using them to lift yourself up only to be slammed down, tossed aside, rolled over, and repositioned on your hands and knees.

You dropped on your elbows and forearms as your hips were pulled violently in the opposite direction.

You saw stars every time he plummeted into you. Every time your ass slapped against his hips so hard it burned.

You gripped the arm of the couch, arms straight and locked as you pushed, and he pulled in precise, powerful thrusts.

One, two, three-

Each jab left you ready for another.

"Yes-" You whimpered, crying at the window where two reflections were casted back at you from the night skyline, "Right there-"

So he started to do it faster, harder, until your face ended up in the cushion and his chest was to your back; your ass clapping against him as he railed you.

"Like that?" He panted in your ear.

"Just like that-" Your words trailed off into a delightful mewl that rose and fell as he pulled in and out.

The cushions started to slide from how hard he fucked you.

He flipped on his side, his back to the tall cushions of the couch, drawing yours into his chest. He lifted your leg, not giving you a break as he switched positions again.

He wanted you at every angle. Every dimension and unit of measurement it took to leave no part of you untouched.

You reached behind your head, grabbing the back of his, threading your fingers through his hair. Bit on his lip as he flicked your nipple and tapped on your clit; and groaned into your mouth.

The tilted position you were in had you sinking into him as the bottom cushion moved away inch by inch. Your weight fell into his, almost making his job easier.

He latched on to your hips so tight your thighs spilled over the edge of his fingers.

His hand jumped to your throat and squeezed.

He had you dangling off that ledge, now, ready to take the final leap.

It took you by surprise, and you gasped. Had your hands curled around his arms and your elbows pushing your breasts together. Your eyes rolling up until he let go, taking in a breath of life on the verge of collapse.

And when the dust began to settle, and he climbed on top of you, and you saw his face…his real face – the tender, sweet, apologetic man that'd been on hiatus…

You grabbed his hair. Heaved him closer. Whispered in his ear with a throat full of corruption, contempt, and vengeance.

"Make a mess for me, Connor…"

It would be a long twenty minutes before an electronic click from the attachment signified the chamber was now empty

Quite the opposite, from you.


A/N II: We're gonna do something special for this one:

Precursor's Picks for Beta Reacts:

MjrGenMatt: *after I showed him a rather apologetic note that is now deleted*

Bitch, after all that, you're gonna straight up lie to em and say that you have shame?

Kylo Thicc (Formerly known as ElegantN7): OH YA YOU LICK DAT WOUND

Celestielle: GOD PRODUCES MAN, JUST AS THE ARTISAN, FOLLOWING A DEFINITION AND A TECHNIQUE, MAKES A PAPER CUTTTTER. thus. the individual is the realization of a certain concept in the DIVINE intelligence. hhnnngngngbg

Cerulaine aka Nietzsche 2.0: Much like Phoenix he keeps being put into situations out of his control. This is his attempt at trying to get some of it back, trying to be in control of at least...something. Manifesting itself through his newly awakened sexual desires toward his (lesbi honest) obsession

***THANK YOU FOR READING ***


Guest Review Responses

Guest: Just a little terrifying…probably now, more so. :P