So... will our dear friend Mero tempt Ziren? Let's just see... oh, and this chapter's a little... grpahic, a treat for the Kirby Kid, perhaps? *grin* Obviously, it's not too graphic, a 14-year-old pr0n writer I am not!
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###Matrix Adventures###
"What... what do you..." Merovignian smiled, although it looked more like a pretentious sneer. "Ze answer iz simple, ma dear. You give me what I need, and I shall give you a night wiz Neo." Ziren swallowed, not taking her eyes off the elusive Frenchman. "But Trinity-" He gazed right into her, and she felt stupid for having this sense he was real, that he was actually, physically real... «the Matrix is trying to make me believe again,» she thought coldly. "Trinity will nezzer have to find out, cherie." She shut her eyes in attempt to break off his alluring stare. "All I ask for in return, iz zat I can test my new culinary... delight on you. I have been working on it for quite a while, and I dare not allow my dear Persephone to taste it until it is just perfect." Ziren wiped her mouth and opened her eyes. «Well... litterally, I get to have Mero's cake and eat it, and I get to sleep with Neo? But... wait, is that what the Oracle meant? Oh God... by giving into... agh, I hate saying this, giving into my desire, my lust for Neo... am I betraying him, honestly?» Merovignian watched her think, almost reading her thoughts and tempting her further. "I... I... that is... I... oh, shit, I don't believe I'm saying this... alright..." Merovignian cracked a sly grin. "Zat iz what I was expecting... come along zen, ma cherie."
"It iz quite different to my other creations, but hopefully... well, try it for yourself." She sat down in one of the expensive chairs, her jacket draped around the back. It was a small slice of torte-like pastry on a silver-edged plate. Ziren took one of the solid silver forks from the table and cut into the torte. She held it, hovering near her lips for a few seconds, her watchful eyes on Mero as she swallowed the tip of the pastry in one bite. "Mm... it's... good." Suddenly, she felt a rush of heat and stood up abruptly, before pouncing on Merovignian and kissing him like she did Neo in her dream. «What the fuck...? What am I *DOING*?!» "Zat will be enough, ma dear," Mero said after a few minutes. "I am quite pleased wiz ze results... now... I will lure your precious Neo into ze Matrix, and you will get what you want. Go to zis address... I will keep ze Agents away for you. Remember, you only have one night, so use it wisely, cherie." He handed her a piece of white card with an address printed in silver on it. "Wait a minute... this is my old flat." Mero smiled again. "Neo will not be long."
Morpheus banged on the door of Trinity's room on the Nebuchadnezzar. "Trinity, Neo, break it up - I have an assignment for Neo." From through the wall he could hear Trinity whining playfully. "Come on, step to it." A few minutes later, Neo emerged in a t-shirt and shorts, still kissing Trinity, who was wrapped up in the blanket, which Neo was reluctant to keep her covered with. "Okay, Morpheus, what's up?" The tall, dark man helped close the locks on the footrest as Neo sat back in the plug-chair. "Our old friend Merovignian requires your assistance in some matters with freed minds, and he doesn't want you being tracked or watched by an Operator... that's all the details I have, but knowing Mero... be prepared for anything, and keep on your fuard." Neo was only half-paying attention, still preoccupied with the thought of Trinity. A few moments later, and he arrived outside Merovignian's grand restaurant. "Ah, Monsieur Neo! I've been expecting you."
"What do you want?"
"Please, come in, Neo." He stepped through from the lobby next to the telephone and into the restaurant intself, where suddenly Merovignian jabbed him in the back with a needle before he could even think of stopping it. "You may be fast, Neo, but you are not fast enough for me," he muttered as Neo shuddered violently. "There, all better." Neo took off his shades and stared at the Frenchman. "No, not me," Mero said with a smile, patting Neo on the shoulder. "My old coppertops will take you to where you are required." From what seemed out of nowhere, two men escorted Neo out of the building and into a sleek limo. "Persephone, ma cherie! I have a gift for you!" he called out, carrying the plate with the torte on it into the back rooms.
By the time Neo arrived, it was starting to darken outside, and the sky was turning grey-red. He was dropped off at the bottom of the apartment block with the card in his hand, and made his way up to number 304, where Ziren sat cross-legged on her bed, her stomach churning with excitement and passion and guilt. «This is wrong, this is terrible,» she thought, but then the cold, venomous voice of her conscience set in. «Yes, but you want it, don't you... you want nothing better than to sleep with Neo, and this time, it's real. Forget Trinity, forget Morpheus, forget Zion, and just enjoy the night while you can...» Her throughts were intercepted by a knocking at the door. "Coming," she called, and got up to open the door, only to somehow end up being held against it in a kiss. "Neo..." she breathed, staring deep into the young man's dark brown eyes. The young woman put her hand to his chest and swallowed. "Tell me you love me," she whispered in his ear as he left a trail of kisses down her neck. "I love you, Ziren," he replied, lifting her vest to touch her stomach, which made her sigh as he seemed to go right through her and heal the constant weak nagging of the Agent attack inside her. "Show me you love me," she whispered back, and she got her reply, as his hand trailed round her back and up her spine, making her shiver, and leading her to her bed, which was in a closet-like room adjoining the hall. It was tiny in itself, made even smaller by the only light in there being a table lamp, and the fact that before she was unplugged she had attempted to fit a double bed in there. She fell back onto the bed, pulling Neo down with her by the front of his black shirt (he had taken off his coat in the car, along with his shades). Ziren stroked his hair gently and smiled. "You don't know how much I've waited for this." Neo kissed her again as she undid his shirt and pulled it off slowly, clinging to his back, arching her own as the dark haired young man pushed against her spine, and then slowly moved it round to her chest, which shifted her scarlet vest even higher up. She moved a hand away from his back to undo his belt and fly, and then used her legs to pull his trousers down, kissing Neo even more passionately than she had been forced to kiss Mero. For a brief second, the fact that Neo didn't actually love her and it was just the effects of Merovignian's dug hit her sharply, but as he stroked her from her collarbone, all the way down to her waist, she couldn't help but disbelieve it. "I love you," she breathed, as she broke free from his lips for a moment to refill her lungs with oxygen, even though she didn't need to as there was no oxygen to breathe, it felt like she should. Neo toyed with the strap on her trousers, which gave Ziren the confidence to find the cord on his boxer shorts and gently tug it downwards. "Ready?" Neo asked in a haute whisper; Ziren nodded, nuzzling against the back of his neck. "Three... two-"
"Wait!" she hissed. The young man paused uncomfortably, his thumbs tense either side of her now open fly. "You're still wearing your socks." Neo laughed softly and dragged them against the end of the bed to pull them off. "Now... three... two... one..." Ziren didn't even bother to look as her back arched again in the darkness with a sigh, digging her nails into his back, her head tilted right back as Neo ran one hand over her naked body and the other through her long, fire-coloured hair. "I love you, Ziren," he uttered, kissing her left shoulder, making his way back up to her lips slowly, teasing her, making her tense and relax as he touched her. "Neo..." the young woman gasped. "Neo, I love you," was just about discernable through the sultry sighs and heavy breaths, and as they made love, she nearly cried with happiness, even though she knew deep down inside it wasn't real and she'd just end up getting into huge trouble for it, and she was god-damn thankful that she'd phoned Tax and told her to take a breather and she'd call back when she wanted to come back, and that Merovignian had told her that Neo would be alone in his plug-room, it was all so deceitful and wrong but it didn't seem to matter, especially not when she had her legs locked around Neo's waist, a part of her determined to bond with him, to be as one with him. «Hell,» she thought briefly, «maybe that freaky lewd stuff can happen in the Matrix..»
The next time Ziren woke up, it was around 2:30am, and Neo's arms were gently around her waist, and he had nuzzled into the back of her neck. She turned to him, trying her hardest not to disturb him and looked at him; a vision of tired perfection, a vision that would be gone forever in a few more hours. She knew she had to wake him up, as much as it pained her to do so. "Neo... Neo, my love... wake up, darling..." He squinted through the almost-pitch darkness. "Ziren...?" he mumbled, still half-asleep. "I think you should get dressed... I don't want you to have to rush later." Neo whined softly in protest, but Ziren smiled hopelessly and kissed him gently on the nose. "I don't want you to get up either, but it's for the best..." As he got up and scrounged for his boxer shorts on the floor, she watched him longingly, wrapped up in her scarlet duvet. «He won't remember any of this in a few hours... it's so sad. But like I said, it's for the best... I hope...» Eventually he was dressed again, though a little unsure of where he left his shades and jacket. «Oh God... it's already starting to wear off...» "Don't worry about it, sugar," she muttered, looking across warily at the clock, which shone 2:48, feeling more like it was burning into her skin than simply gently reflecting off her face. "Come back to bed..." Neo crawled back over and lay next to her, gazing into her eyes through the dim. "You look upset." Ziren smiled weakly and stroked the young man's dark hair again. "I'm fine... you go back to sleep, love. You'll have a busy day ahead," she cooed, and gently ran her hand over his face to close his eyes.
Ziren left the Matrix the next day feeling like she had the 'flu, but a thousand times worse, not that she'd actually properly experienced influenza but that was beyond the point. She nursed her aching temples as she got out of the chair. "You were gone ages, you're damn lucky," Tax commented as the now mousey-brown haired girl wandered out of the Zion-docked ship, quite tired as she'd had to feign sleep for several hours, not letting herself actually sleep, which made her ache even more. Neo hadn't remembered a thing, and din't have a clue where he was and why he was there, and only remembered up to the point of being dropped outside Merovignian's restaurant - Ziren had made up the pre-organized excuse that Mero had used the false data as a ploy to get Neo to eat at the restaurant as he had so 'impolitely refused' the last time, and Ziren had taken him back to her old flat because he#d asked to see it, and had fallen asleep there. Mero had even made the drug so it appeared on his record that he had eaten. He was a very clever man, albe him a slightly perverted one. Yet somehow, although everything had assumedly turned out fine, the guilt was settling heavy and would not leave, and distantly reminded her of the pain of the Agents.
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Well... there ya go. It's late and I haven't had my Red Bull yet.
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###Matrix Adventures###
"What... what do you..." Merovignian smiled, although it looked more like a pretentious sneer. "Ze answer iz simple, ma dear. You give me what I need, and I shall give you a night wiz Neo." Ziren swallowed, not taking her eyes off the elusive Frenchman. "But Trinity-" He gazed right into her, and she felt stupid for having this sense he was real, that he was actually, physically real... «the Matrix is trying to make me believe again,» she thought coldly. "Trinity will nezzer have to find out, cherie." She shut her eyes in attempt to break off his alluring stare. "All I ask for in return, iz zat I can test my new culinary... delight on you. I have been working on it for quite a while, and I dare not allow my dear Persephone to taste it until it is just perfect." Ziren wiped her mouth and opened her eyes. «Well... litterally, I get to have Mero's cake and eat it, and I get to sleep with Neo? But... wait, is that what the Oracle meant? Oh God... by giving into... agh, I hate saying this, giving into my desire, my lust for Neo... am I betraying him, honestly?» Merovignian watched her think, almost reading her thoughts and tempting her further. "I... I... that is... I... oh, shit, I don't believe I'm saying this... alright..." Merovignian cracked a sly grin. "Zat iz what I was expecting... come along zen, ma cherie."
"It iz quite different to my other creations, but hopefully... well, try it for yourself." She sat down in one of the expensive chairs, her jacket draped around the back. It was a small slice of torte-like pastry on a silver-edged plate. Ziren took one of the solid silver forks from the table and cut into the torte. She held it, hovering near her lips for a few seconds, her watchful eyes on Mero as she swallowed the tip of the pastry in one bite. "Mm... it's... good." Suddenly, she felt a rush of heat and stood up abruptly, before pouncing on Merovignian and kissing him like she did Neo in her dream. «What the fuck...? What am I *DOING*?!» "Zat will be enough, ma dear," Mero said after a few minutes. "I am quite pleased wiz ze results... now... I will lure your precious Neo into ze Matrix, and you will get what you want. Go to zis address... I will keep ze Agents away for you. Remember, you only have one night, so use it wisely, cherie." He handed her a piece of white card with an address printed in silver on it. "Wait a minute... this is my old flat." Mero smiled again. "Neo will not be long."
Morpheus banged on the door of Trinity's room on the Nebuchadnezzar. "Trinity, Neo, break it up - I have an assignment for Neo." From through the wall he could hear Trinity whining playfully. "Come on, step to it." A few minutes later, Neo emerged in a t-shirt and shorts, still kissing Trinity, who was wrapped up in the blanket, which Neo was reluctant to keep her covered with. "Okay, Morpheus, what's up?" The tall, dark man helped close the locks on the footrest as Neo sat back in the plug-chair. "Our old friend Merovignian requires your assistance in some matters with freed minds, and he doesn't want you being tracked or watched by an Operator... that's all the details I have, but knowing Mero... be prepared for anything, and keep on your fuard." Neo was only half-paying attention, still preoccupied with the thought of Trinity. A few moments later, and he arrived outside Merovignian's grand restaurant. "Ah, Monsieur Neo! I've been expecting you."
"What do you want?"
"Please, come in, Neo." He stepped through from the lobby next to the telephone and into the restaurant intself, where suddenly Merovignian jabbed him in the back with a needle before he could even think of stopping it. "You may be fast, Neo, but you are not fast enough for me," he muttered as Neo shuddered violently. "There, all better." Neo took off his shades and stared at the Frenchman. "No, not me," Mero said with a smile, patting Neo on the shoulder. "My old coppertops will take you to where you are required." From what seemed out of nowhere, two men escorted Neo out of the building and into a sleek limo. "Persephone, ma cherie! I have a gift for you!" he called out, carrying the plate with the torte on it into the back rooms.
By the time Neo arrived, it was starting to darken outside, and the sky was turning grey-red. He was dropped off at the bottom of the apartment block with the card in his hand, and made his way up to number 304, where Ziren sat cross-legged on her bed, her stomach churning with excitement and passion and guilt. «This is wrong, this is terrible,» she thought, but then the cold, venomous voice of her conscience set in. «Yes, but you want it, don't you... you want nothing better than to sleep with Neo, and this time, it's real. Forget Trinity, forget Morpheus, forget Zion, and just enjoy the night while you can...» Her throughts were intercepted by a knocking at the door. "Coming," she called, and got up to open the door, only to somehow end up being held against it in a kiss. "Neo..." she breathed, staring deep into the young man's dark brown eyes. The young woman put her hand to his chest and swallowed. "Tell me you love me," she whispered in his ear as he left a trail of kisses down her neck. "I love you, Ziren," he replied, lifting her vest to touch her stomach, which made her sigh as he seemed to go right through her and heal the constant weak nagging of the Agent attack inside her. "Show me you love me," she whispered back, and she got her reply, as his hand trailed round her back and up her spine, making her shiver, and leading her to her bed, which was in a closet-like room adjoining the hall. It was tiny in itself, made even smaller by the only light in there being a table lamp, and the fact that before she was unplugged she had attempted to fit a double bed in there. She fell back onto the bed, pulling Neo down with her by the front of his black shirt (he had taken off his coat in the car, along with his shades). Ziren stroked his hair gently and smiled. "You don't know how much I've waited for this." Neo kissed her again as she undid his shirt and pulled it off slowly, clinging to his back, arching her own as the dark haired young man pushed against her spine, and then slowly moved it round to her chest, which shifted her scarlet vest even higher up. She moved a hand away from his back to undo his belt and fly, and then used her legs to pull his trousers down, kissing Neo even more passionately than she had been forced to kiss Mero. For a brief second, the fact that Neo didn't actually love her and it was just the effects of Merovignian's dug hit her sharply, but as he stroked her from her collarbone, all the way down to her waist, she couldn't help but disbelieve it. "I love you," she breathed, as she broke free from his lips for a moment to refill her lungs with oxygen, even though she didn't need to as there was no oxygen to breathe, it felt like she should. Neo toyed with the strap on her trousers, which gave Ziren the confidence to find the cord on his boxer shorts and gently tug it downwards. "Ready?" Neo asked in a haute whisper; Ziren nodded, nuzzling against the back of his neck. "Three... two-"
"Wait!" she hissed. The young man paused uncomfortably, his thumbs tense either side of her now open fly. "You're still wearing your socks." Neo laughed softly and dragged them against the end of the bed to pull them off. "Now... three... two... one..." Ziren didn't even bother to look as her back arched again in the darkness with a sigh, digging her nails into his back, her head tilted right back as Neo ran one hand over her naked body and the other through her long, fire-coloured hair. "I love you, Ziren," he uttered, kissing her left shoulder, making his way back up to her lips slowly, teasing her, making her tense and relax as he touched her. "Neo..." the young woman gasped. "Neo, I love you," was just about discernable through the sultry sighs and heavy breaths, and as they made love, she nearly cried with happiness, even though she knew deep down inside it wasn't real and she'd just end up getting into huge trouble for it, and she was god-damn thankful that she'd phoned Tax and told her to take a breather and she'd call back when she wanted to come back, and that Merovignian had told her that Neo would be alone in his plug-room, it was all so deceitful and wrong but it didn't seem to matter, especially not when she had her legs locked around Neo's waist, a part of her determined to bond with him, to be as one with him. «Hell,» she thought briefly, «maybe that freaky lewd stuff can happen in the Matrix..»
The next time Ziren woke up, it was around 2:30am, and Neo's arms were gently around her waist, and he had nuzzled into the back of her neck. She turned to him, trying her hardest not to disturb him and looked at him; a vision of tired perfection, a vision that would be gone forever in a few more hours. She knew she had to wake him up, as much as it pained her to do so. "Neo... Neo, my love... wake up, darling..." He squinted through the almost-pitch darkness. "Ziren...?" he mumbled, still half-asleep. "I think you should get dressed... I don't want you to have to rush later." Neo whined softly in protest, but Ziren smiled hopelessly and kissed him gently on the nose. "I don't want you to get up either, but it's for the best..." As he got up and scrounged for his boxer shorts on the floor, she watched him longingly, wrapped up in her scarlet duvet. «He won't remember any of this in a few hours... it's so sad. But like I said, it's for the best... I hope...» Eventually he was dressed again, though a little unsure of where he left his shades and jacket. «Oh God... it's already starting to wear off...» "Don't worry about it, sugar," she muttered, looking across warily at the clock, which shone 2:48, feeling more like it was burning into her skin than simply gently reflecting off her face. "Come back to bed..." Neo crawled back over and lay next to her, gazing into her eyes through the dim. "You look upset." Ziren smiled weakly and stroked the young man's dark hair again. "I'm fine... you go back to sleep, love. You'll have a busy day ahead," she cooed, and gently ran her hand over his face to close his eyes.
Ziren left the Matrix the next day feeling like she had the 'flu, but a thousand times worse, not that she'd actually properly experienced influenza but that was beyond the point. She nursed her aching temples as she got out of the chair. "You were gone ages, you're damn lucky," Tax commented as the now mousey-brown haired girl wandered out of the Zion-docked ship, quite tired as she'd had to feign sleep for several hours, not letting herself actually sleep, which made her ache even more. Neo hadn't remembered a thing, and din't have a clue where he was and why he was there, and only remembered up to the point of being dropped outside Merovignian's restaurant - Ziren had made up the pre-organized excuse that Mero had used the false data as a ploy to get Neo to eat at the restaurant as he had so 'impolitely refused' the last time, and Ziren had taken him back to her old flat because he#d asked to see it, and had fallen asleep there. Mero had even made the drug so it appeared on his record that he had eaten. He was a very clever man, albe him a slightly perverted one. Yet somehow, although everything had assumedly turned out fine, the guilt was settling heavy and would not leave, and distantly reminded her of the pain of the Agents.
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Well... there ya go. It's late and I haven't had my Red Bull yet.
