Lights that shined the streets of New New York now flickered and buzzed as always. The night was cool and full of little stars that scattered throughout the dark sky of the midnight blues. Hover cars warbled in the roads left, right, up, and down. This, was New New York's usual night. And if you were there, you could scour the lighten streets every night, but you would come across a familiar metal face that was instead full of joy and mischievousness, only to be full of dread and sorrow.
Yes, I am talking about him; the Prince of Robotic Darkness, king of Robot Hell, the one and only: Robot Devil.
There he was, sitting alone underneath the dark oak bench just below the streetlamp. His arm across his lap and a hand propping up his own head while looking down at his own reflection in a clear puddle. His eyes are full of regret. Only once he had blinked. Tail that used to be up like a excited puppy seeing its owner now drooped and lying down on the pavement sidewalk.
His bosom heaved slowly as a cool early autumn breeze went through his nose and exhaled quietly through his mouth. His mind full of future decisions he was going to see very early on in his immortal robot life. His heart ached. The Robot Devil could feel his throat as if he were about to cry, but no tears were coming through.
Now some of you might be wondering, "Why is he, a robot that is so proud of being evil himself, all of the sudden so sad?" Well, I'll give you a reason why.
Just a month ago, he was invited to a mafioso family wedding. The leader of the mafia was Don "Smith" Donbot, his eldest daughter was getting married. Robot Devil, in his opinion, thought that he needed a break from Robot Hell (he would get tired just from hearing his sinners scream in pain). So he went to the wedding. Everything there was pretty calm and beautiful. Well, except for the Planet Express ship that came in for a delivery here. He remembered clearly that he was standing next to his "dear" friend, Calculon, pretending to sip his champagne while listening to his absurd acting stories.
Then, for the next few seconds, he sat at a table quietly while looking through his phone. Scrolling through his screen as he was looking at pictures of the latest gay wedding announcements (Yes, he was gay). He sighed to himself; finding a partner with the same sex as him was...troubling? Yeah that was it, troubling. No manbot would want to be by his side. So he spend the rest of his life being a single gay robot, he was pratically a virgin.
The Robot Devil then remembered that he had gotten bored and put his phone away. Already feeling sorry for himself for not trying hard enough to find another partner. He laid his arms stubbornly on the table with his back slouched. His eyes stinging that were about to bring to the brink of tears. His chest was brought up then down. He hated being single. For once in his life, he just wanted someone to love him without a face of pure disgust over it. The Robot Devil turned his head away from the table, only to have his wondering eyes land on a manbot that made his heart flutter.
The eye candy that Robot Devil saw was one of the Donbot's mobsters, Clamps. The bronze manbot was leaning over at the bar, seeming to be minding himself. In one hand (clamp), he held a martini glass with a clear alcohol substance in it. Although, the male robot seemed to be disinterested when a couple of fembots wanted to talk to him, he basically ignored them, so they walked off.
Robot Devil found this rather surprising, could it be a possible chance that he might be gay as well? By the looks of it, he didn't want to talk to any fembots at all, so that must be a sign. He swallowed down his pride and stood up, he dusted himself off in the process. He was about to take a step only to have his foot suddenly stop when a fembot, who had a pink bridesmaid outfit, went up to him and they talked. The Robot Devil could feel his heart breaking.
So for the past month, Robot Devil couldn't stop thinking about that clamping unit he saw at the wedding. You can possibly say that he was obsessed with him. Every day, his mind would slip into a daydream that he would meet him. Only to have himself snapped back into reality when he accidentally poked one of his robot demons in the eye. So one day he looked up the bronze unit on a Wikipedia page.
To his surprise as well as shocking one, he read over the page to see the manbot's full name: Francis X. "Clamps" Clampazzo. He read some more. And ta-da, he saw that his sexuality was gay. So that meant that the fembot he talked to was none other than one of the Donbot's daughters.
And no here he was, sitting under the streetlamp feeling depressed on how he just chickened-out into not talking to the manbot. What a pussy. He felt his chest compartment buzz, already knowing that someone texted him. He opened the hidden door and took out his phone; a message with Leela's contact was there on his screen.
Where r u? Are u not comin? The message read. He sighed, totally forgotten about him and Leela planning out something that she couldn't explain. He checked the time above the message: 11:20 p.m. Groaning in annoyance, he quickly texted back.
I'll be there soon.
He put his phone away, stood up from the dark oak bench, and began to walk West on the sidewalk. His footsteps echoed the empty streets. Nobody was there in the West side of New New York. Not a person; not a building lit up; only leaves danced in the wind and scratched the cement street. His head was down as he walked, but still paid attention. His thoughts still continued. But this wasn't the case.
From what he reminisced this month was the dreams he was having, but to him were rather than unexplained sexual fantasies. Whenever he would get tired and decide to have a little nap in his office, he would have "innocent, pleasing dreams" about him and the manbot doing it right here in the office of the Robot Devil. And when he would wake up: a small, nickel-sized puddle of saliva that dripped onto the desk.
He stopped his memories once his eyes almost seemed to be blinded by the colorful glowing sign of a bar. Why did Leela have to bring him here? Oh so many sinners…
Sighing quietly, he walked to the entrance and pushed the heavy door, smells of cigarettes being lit and loud volumes of sports playing. A small little "Hey!" was heard to his side and saw Leela in a dress with a beer in her hands, she was with Amy. Robot Devil walked over to the women and they already began to have a conversation.
"So I dumped Fry," Leela immediately said.
"Really? What's happened?" Amy asked.
"Eh, our relationship got boring so I told him that we should just stay as friends, he didn't take it so well." Leela raised her glass. "Finally single and ready to mingle!" Clinks of the girls' beer bottle were heard. Robot Devil already saw that the table the girls were sitting in had five empty bottles already. Leela saw her friend noticing the trashed table and leaned over to him.
"Those were mostly Amy's, she hasn't been handling it well ever since Kif got the role as captain now and has been in space for three months now." Leela assured to the Robot Devil. She got back to her seat and took a swig of beer.
Robot Devil can already see Amy's drunkenness: her hair was messy, eyes as tired as a sailor at over-high seas, and drunken slurs to her speeches along with a strong scent of alcohol.
Amy leaned over to the horned robot before randomly blaring out, "So who is the-" hiccup "-loverboy now?" Amy slurred with a hiccup in her speech. Leela gasped slightly before pushing Amy down at her seat.
"Amy!" Leela turned to him. "Sorry, she doesn't know yet." It wasn't until a matter of time when Amy laughed her drunken ass until she snorted loudly. But in the back of Robot Devil's head, he knew that the quote-unquote "loverboy" Amy slurred out was the clamping unit Francis. Without further ado, he decided that it was best to leave.
"I know that I just got here, but…" he slid out of his seat. "I need to leave now."
"Totally understand,'' Leela reassured him. "Stay safe now." After pushing the entrance out of that God-forsaken hellhole of a bar, Robot Devil was now back into the world of night. Cool breeze hitting him. He clasped onto his red metal chest, how beautiful he had forgotten the night world was. Something about the nocturnal side seemed to astonish him. No moon was out tonight, so only a little brightness of the stars helped him.
He swallowed, for some...impossibly reason, a aftertaste of strawberries filled his mouth. Sweet stickiness coated the insides of his mouth. Although, now back to his physical state, nothing seemed to be right. Just when the road was supposed to be quiet, Robot Devil heard a car driving carefully down the road.
Robot Devil put a hand over his eyes and squinted; indeed was a car, bright and shiny like it was new. The bronze paint-wait, bronze? Robot Devil quickly put his hand down only to have the bronze car turn down the road, flying right past him. He took a few steps back just for precaution. He looked intensely down the road where the car was driving. Before the vehicle got "smaller", an adult Border Collie's head poked out of the backside of the car, it looked at Robot Devil before barking at him. Finally, the barking echoed into a stop.
The Robot Devil didn't know what in the ever-loving fuck just happened, all he just did was stare at that automobile that pasted him. Robot Devil checked the time again: 12:01 a.m. It was rather a long walk from the bench he was sitting on to the bar that revolted him. Without hesitation, he begin to walk in the same direction that the car had driven. The only sounds and smells were only his feet on the pavement and fresh early autumn air. Good thing he wasn't going to be bothered tonight, no sir!
A minute had passed, still lots of walking, Robot Devil had already couldn't see the bar that he entered. He had just gotten a message from Leela earlier telling him that she and Amy left the minute he walked out, turns out Amy had a little too much to drink and thrown up all over the table, poor janitor couldn't stand the smell.
Sighing to himself once more, he continued to walk. It took its moment of silence of the streets when a familiar voice popped out of nowhere: "Thanks Nakayama," Apparently, Robot Devil wasn't paying attention when he found himself five feet away from a Japanese take-out restaurant. Heavy smells of Asian spices overfilled him. The bell that hanged from inside of the restaurant ringed and out came the clamping unit Francis, holding what appears to be a styrofoam take-out box. In one of his clamps was a piece of old rope that connected to a red dirty collar of a Border Collie.
Robot Devil wildly looked around and hid in a alley with his back touching the red brick walls, his head peeking out to see what Francis was doing.
As the windowed doors closed behind the robot and dog, the manbot kneeled to the pavement and opened the take-out box, inside was half of a cooked whole chicken. Its head is still attached. The Border Collie hungrily stuck its snout in the box and began to eat the chicken. Loud noises of chewing were heard. It took a peaceful moment to know when the dog was done. Inside the box once more was now a pile of tiny bones and a skull. Francis took the box and threw it away at a trash can that was at the entrance.
Robot Devil stood straight up like a toothpick as the car started once more and headed back into the road. He poked his head outside the alley as he saw the afterglow of tail lights of the car disappear. He walked out of the alley and checked his phone again for the time. 12:37 a.m., that dog took its sweet-ass time just to eat half of a whole chicken.
Being careful of his steps he began to walk the pavement, already passing the Japanese restaurant that Francis came out into and into a line of apartments and closed departments of stores and businesses. Robot Devil exhaled sharply through his nose when a very ancient scent of cigarette smoke was inhaled by accident (turns out he walked past a lit cigarette that was forgotten to be put out by its owner).
While walking, his brain was now automatically asking him detective-like questions. And was giving him a hard time thinking peacefully.
Why in ever-loving God are you following this guy?
I want to see where he lives.
Do you even have a license to stalk him?
That's not even a thing.
Are you even following this guy because you were too much of a pussy to talk to him?
I-I…
Exactly, you're just afraid that this guy is just a straight-up heteroesexual manbot who will turn you down just like the rest of those guys.
He is not, I looked at his Wikipedia page and he's gay.
Are you even sure about that?
Talking to his brain was just like a detective speaking and questioning to another man if he was there when a murder happened.
Men are like drugs, once you take one, you'll become addicted Beelze. His brain told him that once. He stopped talking to his brain only to find himself looking at a road with grassy lands, no buildings. He had reached the end of the busy city and was now at the beginning of a country-like stretch of cement. He took an inhalement of breath and planted both of his feet on the road. He began to walk on the road. While walking, he could see the city of the futurized New York getting smaller the more he walked.
He looked around the new environment around him: thick wooden picket fences were showing up on the left side of him with brown tall grass while grassy slopes and hills were more appealing to his right. Everything about this country road was stunning. He walked what felt like he had walked a marathon. He turned around to see the shining city of New New York now the size of a dollhouse. Once again, he checked the time. 1:12 a.m. His battery percentage of his phone: 77%.
As he continued to walk, he spotted a few things that seemed alien to him. There was a random healthy magnolia tree already bearing mature flowers but the trunk of the tree was split in the middle of the picket fence (it grew underneath the picket fence and as the years past the tree grew into the fence). Next was a weeping willow tree and an apple tree, their trunks were entwined with each other and the trunks were twisted together. While looking at the trees, he noticed that below their beautiful leaves were signs that say, This tree is property of Francis X. Clampazzo. Do not climb and/or pick! Huh, he was starting to wonder how odd these were.
After a full six miles of walking, he had spotted a property. Hell, maybe the only property of the damn stretched road. There, a two-story white house with black shingles sat there with a teal-green fence around the house. A wide driveway had a parked bronze car. And, to make things petite, a bed of flowers were growing of all different kinds. He must say, it was rather a nice house to begin with.
He hurried up until he was at the front of the door, but he looked around. No lights were inside the house so Robot Devil thought he must've been sleeping. But he had to make sure. He made his hand into a fist and harshly knocked on the red door that was there. He waited. No answer.
Next, he looked to his right and saw a doorbell. The Robot Devil pressed it: instead of its usual bell, was a buzzer that he heard from apartments.
He slightly jumped when a small click was heard and took a couple steps backwards to see that the top-right window had its light turned on, probably his bedroom window. Next, what he heard was the sound of the Border Collie barking and a loud groan of annoyance. Robot Devil then heard a clear click of a door being unlocked and the door creaked opened.
Then before him was the manbot he had been having a crush with for a month since that wedding. In his sight, Francis wore a black tank-top that had the name of a metal-rock band (it had said Cremated), and a pair of tye-dye sleeping shorts. His eyes are full of drowsiness, along with a slight tint of shock to it.
Now this is where Robot Devil had a twist of shockingly surprise in his face, usually when robots see him they would get scared and run off. But this one was different: this manbot had a disturbingly calm expression but still had some shock in it.
With a tired groan, he croaked out: "Beelzy?" Robot Devil could feel his face get hot and bothered. No one, not ever, called him "Beelzy."
The Robot Devil inhaled before saying, "Yes, I am what you called me." Now fully awake, the questions were now starting to show up.
"What are you doing here at my front door? I don't recall making a deal with you, did I?"
"No, you didn't make a deal with me."
Francis groaned. "Okay, that was question two, now onto question one." Fuck, now he was going to have to lie. Instead of saying, Oh nothing, i just followed you home so that way I can know if you are really gay.
No, instead he lied and said: "Your friend, Joey Mousepad, gave me the address to your house." Francis raised an eye.
"Joey, eh? He sure does give out info to random people he meets." A playful chuckle was followed. A quiet sigh was now in and opened the door wider to him. "I guess you can come in, I was having trouble sleeping anyway." Robot Devil walked in and was immediately greeted by a lovely mixed fragrance of French vanilla and eucalyptus. He had already spotted a teardrop-shaped humidifier.
"Just got that last week," Francis said, closing the door. "I was tired of dog smells." Just then, a angered growl was heard and Robot Devil saw behind Francis the same Border Collie that barked at him. The dog bared its sharp teeth and pink gums at him.
"Hey!" Francis scolded the dog. "Be nice!" The Border Collie immediately followed the scolding and whimpered in fear. He went into the other room (which was the living/entertainment room), got in its bed and curled up in a ball.
"Sorry about that." Francis said, apologetically. "Ever since his pup got sick and is now at veterinarian's, he has been a little aggressive."
Robot Devil raised an eyebrow. "Your dog has a next gen?"
"Yeah, I got him from another town in another state, Old Town. His previous owner moved to college and decided to give up his dog and his dog's daughter. The mother wasn't around for some stupid reason."
"And the dogs' names?"
"Mr. Pickles was the one that bared his teeth at you, the other one I'm talking about was his daughter Mrs. Pickles."
He reached over to one of the light switches and turned it on, it was a kitchen. "You want anything? Tea? Coffee?" Robot Devil shook his head softly at him. In his Wikipedia page, it read that he was the Donbot's associates and that his personality was "paranoid, sarcastic, and highly aggressive", but by the looks of it was just a sweet guy who has a soft spot for dogs. Maybe it was just something that he acts when he is around his boss.
After putting in a Earl Grey tea bag in a cup of hot water, he sat down in a separate room which was the dining area. He clasped the cup in his clamps. Robot Devil also followed him to the dining area. Francis took a sip of his tea.
"So, uh, what brings you here this late?" Francis asked. Whelp, he was going to have to be honest.
"Personally, I...just wanted to talk, that's all." Robot Devil said, placing his arms on the table. The cup of tea was brought down softly.
"Soooo...you wanna go first or…?
"You can be the first one to talk," Robot Devil reassured the clamping unit. Francis mockingly stroked his chin.
"Hmmmm, where to begin…?" Francis playfully asked, to which the Robot Devil chuckled. "Alright, alright, I guess I can bring you back to my years when I was a child. How 'bout that?" He nodded in motion.
"Alright, so, to tell you the truth and tell you a secret. I wasn't born on Earth. I was born and raised on Sicily 8, which you might know as 'the mob planet.' My parents ran a multi-million dollar company there-well, my dad ran it-and my parents always had time for me. So my family was basically high-class, but we don't go around and buy fancy shit, we just shop and dress like normal people. I was named after my great-great-grandfather, the original founder of the company."
"What do you mean by 'original'?" Robot Devil had to ask, which Francis gladly answered.
"My two-times great-grandfather had a partner by his side only to get backstabbed him by greed and power. He eventually got his company back by the time he was at the age of forty-six, he was twenty-one when he found the company." He took a sip of tea again. "Anyway, enough about my family history. My-"
"Sorry, had to ask again, but what is the name of your family's company?"
"It specializes in army equipment and mostly guns. It's called Clampazzo Guns and Equip."
"Keep talking, I'll stop asking." What a small world he lived in.
"Anyway, my dad, Adam, he married my mom, Rosemary. Both of my parents just turned twenty-four when they married and had me just two weeks before my mom's birthday. We were a happy family with a successful business until when I was four. My mom left my dad to go and live in Texas on Earth, turns out she had been cheating on my dad since I was only two-and-a-half. I could still remember it like it just happened; my mom packing her suitcases with mascara pouring down her face, apologizing to my dad on how it was her fault that it happened. Before she left, my mom went inside my room and told me that she was sorry for what was happening.
"Then, she gave me the most treasured item that always hanged around her neck." Francis opened his chest compartment and pulled out a golden-laced necklace; on that necklace was a heart-shaped ruby, and embedded in the necklace what appeared to be a jade alicorn. "My mom told me that it belonged to her stepmother, who was my step-grandmother. She told me that it was given to her as a gift before she died of lead poisoning. She told me that my step-grandmother used to work in the jewel mines when she came across it, truly nothing like she had seen before and kept it and made a necklace with it. She even engraved a message to her." Francis reached out and placed the necklace in front of Robot Devil, who carefully picked it up.
"The message is in the back," Francis directed him, Beelzebot flipped it over to find a very clear message in cursive.
"My dear Rose, I have accepted fear as part of life-specifically the fear of change...I have gone ahead despite the pounding in the heart that says: turn back. Your beloved second mother, Alison." Fucking A, such a powerful quote! (Almost made him cry there)...
Robot Devil gave back the necklace. "What happened after your mother left?"
"My dad took the role as playing the single parent, he actually went through with it pretty well. He managed a mental schedule that he always keeps in his head that both balances work and family, the company and myself. By the time I had my eighth birthday, my dad met someone, her name was Jewel. I honestly liked the fact that my date was finding someone new but it turns out that she was such a rotten bitch." Beelzebot put a hand over his chest.
"Why is that?"
"Whenever my dad left for work on the weekends, it was just me and Jewel. The heart-warming smile on her face turned sour pretty quickly. She would look at me with pure disgust and afterwards go to my father's study and go into his alcohol cabinet. There, she would just drink whatever was strong and get drunk, which led into mentally abusing me. She would say that she will never love me and would only go after my father's fortune and be in his will. This would go on for hours until she passes out on the couch. I looked like I shit my pants. When my father came home, I would try and explain to him but he would just say that I may not like her at first but overtime I will.
"The next few years up until middle school were absolutely hell for me, the mental abuse immediately turned to physical. I was depressed throughout middle school but I managed to talk to school counselors and teachers about what was going on at home. So they talked to my dad about it and he just told them that I was growing on the fact that I was going to have a new stepmother. That didn't help me at all. But even though I was depressed I did above-average at school and my dad was pretty proud of me. Then at my sophomore year of high school, was…" he searched the words and said: "Traumatic is a appropriate word, I developed a crush on one of my classmates, Derek, he was pretty much a femimine boy that might've had a crush on me before I developed a crush on him."
Robot Devil knew it, he was gay!
"I then realized that I was pretty much gay. I pretty much kept it a secret and began to date Derek, his parents were pretty accepting the fact that their son was gay and pretty much was dating a rich popular guy I was back then. Our relationship wasn't sexual but we did quick kisses now and then. I then finally got the courage to tell my folks that I was attracted to men. So I invited Derek over that night and told my dad and 'stepmother' that I was in a same-sex relationship with him. My father told me that he loved me no matter what but Jewel's was...infuriating.
"She pushed Derek out of the way and lunged towards me. She pinned me to the ground and began to beat me, but her hands hurted only because she was human and I was a robot. Jewel was using homophobic slurs at me, it turned out she was the only religious person in the family while the rest of her family was atheist. Derek was trying to get her off of me but then she turned her abuse to Derek and my dad pulled her off of him immediately. Derek called the police on her and they took her away. She had a sentence of twenty years in prison because I had confessed to a police officer on how abusive she was from the start. She was also charged with assault on Derek. When I was at the age of eighteen, I moved away from my home and went to live on Earth to where my mother lived in Texas. I had to break-up with Derek because he cheated on with a jock. I later found out that just after living six months on Earth was when my mom died of an undiagnosed disease she had."
A sniffle was heard from him and drank his now warm tea. Beelzebot felt sorry for him; from losing a mother from an affair and being abused by my father's girlfriend. His heart just ached with sorrow.
He stayed silent for a moment before: "What did your parents look like?" Francis once again opened his chest compartment and pulled out a photo of them. The picture showed Adam and Rosemary. Adam in the photo wore a red velvet suit and dark-colored pants, the lavender-colored manbot had a silicone head with laving dark hair and a thin mustache. To the Robot Devil, he perfectly resembled Gomez Addams from The Addams Family. Rosemary, a cochineal-colored fembot, had a perfect female structure to her. Blonde hair up in a bun while wearing an ankle-length black skirt and white blouse, in her arms was a swaddled-up blue blanket.
"That's me in the blanket, my mom told me that I was a shy baby." Francis told him. "The first couple tries of getting my face on camera was difficult. I cried so much that I ended spitting up on the camera guy." Francis chuckled a bit at the memory, him as a little babe all of the sudden throwing up on the camera guy.
"Anyway, what about you?" Shit...for the past minutes with Francis had been heart-wrenching, he would feel bad now for lying to him in his face.
"Francis, look, there's something that I need to tell you that I've been keeping from you." Robot Devil confessed. "I've been lying to you, Joey never gave me the address to your house. I followed you home like a stalker." His brain was now awoken.
Well Beelzy, you are now officially fucked…
Francis had no reaction to this whatsoever, instead he pushed his tea out of the way and looked at him with a calm expression. "I kinda knew you were lying, so I just played along."
His expression was blank. "Really?"
"Yeah, I know Joey better than you do mostly, there was no way he would give you the address of my house unless you and I were...close. Together." Francis crossed his arms on the table. "So, just to clarify, why did you follow me? Was there something you wanted to talk to me about?"
"Yes, actually," the horned robot said, "remember the wedding the Donbot had last month?"
"Yeah, I do, I was in this undercover thing my boss told me to do because an old associate of ours from a long time ago that said things he wasn't supposedly wanting to see."
Robot Devil swallowed. This was going to be difficult. "Well, I saw you at the bar and I wanted to talk to you about something, but you were already talking to someone and I, myself, just chickened-out and avoided you." Wow, for the first time in his life, he actually said something.
"What did you wanna talk to me about?" Francis asked.
"I-I, well," Crap, already stuttering and feeling uncomfortable, showing the pussy he was. "I wanted to see if you were available for any same-sex relationships and ask if you wanted to go out sometime."
Nothing, absolutely nothing; no turn-downs, no disgust showing, nothing! Francis sipped what he had left in his cup and rinsed his cup in the sink. Robot Devil had a million thoughts going on in his mind. Did he say something wrong? Did he offended him after what happened to his previous relationship? Did he fuck up?
The sink was turned off and he was back into the dining room, Francis had a soft smile to his face and reached a hand (clamp) outwards to the sitting robot. "C'mon," Francis ushered him. Beelzebot's stomach was doing somersaults as he took the manbot's clamp. Francis turned off any lights that were on and went to the living room where Mr. Pickles was peacefully sleeping and did a little quiet "Goodnight."
Robot Devil was then being led up to the stairs and walked into a bright white hallway. Beelzebot did a nervous swallow, what in the ever-loving single shit was even going on? Was...Was he going to have sex? His second question already made him a little wet.
Francis already detected nervousness in the Robot Devil before chuckling. "It's okay, Beelze, I'll be gentle with you."
Now here was a hard truth about Beelzy: he was made without any kind of genitalia and was a virgin. So not only was he ruled out as a virgin, but an agender virgin. He was afraid on how Francis was going to react. Francis opened the door to his bedroom. A white room with a king-sized bed with an autumn leaf pattern bed sheet and silver-grey blanket along with bright blue pillows. Drapes that were in a peaceful tri-color state flew gracefully. Beelzebot saw another humidifier in his room, but this one was a different one. It was a rather color changing one that was in the shape of a sphere and blew out a thick cloud of essential oil vapor (this one was a strawberry-raspberry mix).
For some reason, in the very back of his mind past the lingering thoughts, he felt safe and cozy. He then heard what sounded like cotton clothing being removed from its owner and saw Francis taking off his black tank-top, showing off his slender body in front of him. Which brought him to a flustered state of blushing. He "peeked" when Francis' clamps were around the waistline of his sleeping shorts.
"Trying to look, eh?" Francis playfully teased him, which brought him to blush.
"N-No!" A chuckle proceeded and the shorts were finally off and about. There, already hard and ready, a bronze shaft was now exposed. And by holy fuck, his penis looked like as if he could make anyone moan.
What Francis did next was rather...something that you would see when being consensually wanted into having hot intercourse with. He went on his own bed and made himself comfortable right in the middle, his arms rested over the pillows and his eyes lustfully wanting the horned robot to come near him. Beelzebot swallowed nervously as he hesitantly walked to the bed, crawling for a couple of seconds before finding his way straddled onto the bronze manbot's lap.
Francis cautiously watched the red demon robot get to his lap, seeing him getting comfortable was pretty much eye candy.
Finally, with both his hands on Francis' shoulders and sat just below where his penis was. His heart was now talking to him for the first time in his life, sending him sexual messages to his mind.
Beelzy, you're getting wet. Are you excited?!
My God, look at Francis! He's going to make you into a moaning mess!
Haven't someone told you how being here will get you aroused that much?
Good thing Francis' last relationship wasn't physical, now he's all yours!
He's so big!
With one clamp, he put it on the waist of Beelzebot's hips, making him quietly shudder. A stifled laugh pondered as Francis leaned in and nuzzled the crook of Beelzebot's neck, making him groan out. How in hell does he even know how to please men?! The Robot Devil found himself being lifted up, Francis' clamps gripping his thighs as well as being on his knees, his legs gave out a choice to snake around his hips and hugged them tight. For a moment there he fell in love with the other manbot.
He let out a sensual sigh as his back felt the warm soft blanket beneath him, now both men laid each other. Beelzy couldn't believe how Francis was arousing him. Francis still had his face buried in his neck, making small kisses and occasionally nipping it. Now he had to figure out a way to pay him back. A hiss was heard when Francis playfully bit his neck, causing the Prince of Robotic Darkness to dig his fingers deep into Francis' back.
Okay, he deserved that.
Francis pulled away from the robot's neck and both of them looked at each other; both of them were in each other's arms, both manbots sweating already even though the room was air conditioned, both physically and spiritually wanting to feel one another, and lastly, both now having a partner to lose their virginity with.
Beelzebot moved his hands down to the bronze robot's hips and gripped them, his tail was mildly wagging and moving. He could feel his genderless sex growing more and more wet. The sexual messages were coming quickly to his lustful mind. Already coming to the urge of becoming vulgar and slightly explicit.
Fucking hell, just stick it in already!
You're such a fucking whore, Beelzy!
Goddamn, take it like a bitch!
The Robot Devil couldn't take it anymore, listening to those messages that were from the heart were like playing messages from the phone. He pulled the bronze robot closer to him, embracing him like a warm hug. The other robot chuckled in a playful way. Beelzebot took his moment to get a scent of men's fragrance. What was that manbot wearing? Creed? Chanel? Or possibly, Versace? He had no idea. It had a strong smell to it though.
The bronze male robot went ahead and clasped onto the demon robot's hips again and pressed against his shaft onto the exposed wet metal, he felt himself twitch from anticipation and begin to grind against the wet red metal. The Robot Devil gasped and moaned loudly as he felt the bronze shaft rubbing and teasing every part of his crotch. He dug his sharp fingers into Francis' shoulders, which the clamping unit hissed in pain at. In fact, his fingers were so deep into the metal that they began to draw oil. That was how much he was teasing him. He continued to grind his hard shaft against the wet crotch. He could already feel himself just getting coated by the slickness.
Finally and eventually, he had stopped teasing the poor horned robot and pulled his now-wet shaft away. Some of the fluid was now leaking from his own. Beelzebot softened his grasp and panted; what just happened back there was so intense! He could feel sexual energy just buzzing loudly inside him. Suddenly, he was picked up once again and was thrown onto the soft pillows that landed underneath his head harshly. Francis towered over him, like a predator successfully catching its prey. His arms barricaded the Robot Devil under him. He smiled in a evil, corrupted way which made Beelzy feel...weak? No, more like submissive.
Francis then got below the Robot Devil, the bed groaning and creaking, and opened his legs just for him to see clearly: an agender male sex organ that functioned like a woman's reproductive system. He teasingly smiled and begin to put his mouth plate against the other organ. Beelzy gasped, arched his back, claw the blankets, and moaned. Now he knew why women loved getting licked down there! He could feel some of the parts there getting pleased with the treatment he was having.
For the next few minutes were like a fucking good view of heaven; the Robot Devil kept moaning and groaning, babbling for more. Francis was utterly enjoying himself. Even though he had never been given a chance to please an actual man, he kept doing himself a great job on the mouth work. Thanks Internet porn!
The Robot Devil winced in dissatisfaction when Francis pulled away just when the Prince of Robotic Darkness was at a level called "near-climax." Francis gripped his own erection and aimed carefully at the slick part. Beelzebot was nervous. Will it hurt? Will it feel good? Will it be both at once?
"Ready?" Francis asked. Beelzy nodded in hesitation. I mean, c'mon ladies, we all know what that feels like, right? Francis went ahead and gripped his penis once more, repositioned, and slid himself onto Beelzy. He could feel his man/womanhood break and tears that were from pain glided down his face. It hurted like actual hell.
"Francis, it hurts!" The horned robot cried out. Francis could clearly tell that he was a virgin: the extreme tightness around his shaft along with a few trickles of oil that were leaking down the shaft. Ahhh, such a process of defloration…
Tears were now on the autumn leaf sheets when he felt a pair of lips smacked to his. (Looks like he was kissing his new-found boyfriend in order for him to get distracted from the pain). He began to thrust his hips against the Robot Devil's, the bed groaned and creaked beneath them.
Lots of messages were being sent to one another. From the hearts and brains of them.
Fucking-Goddamn it! I was right! He's huge!
So...fucking...tight!
Such a great kisser to be honest.
I don't give a damn if someone spots us, the fact is that you have a new boyfriend!
I could get used to this.
"Oh...Oh, Francis!" Robot Devil moaned, feeling his new lover's manhood slightly filling him up as he felt a part of the shaft already hitting a certain spot which made him claw the bedsheets. Everything about this manbot was just so orgasmic and natural, even making him mentally aroused by the brim. His body was coated in a thin coat of his sweat that mixed with his new lover. His tears now gone thanks to that wonderful wet kiss that Francis gave him.
"B-Beelzy…" Francis could barely make out any word (or sentences) that came out of him. His once-calm breathing now turned into a panting and sweating mess of himself. He breathed in a scent that mixed into a scent of nostalgic smells: his men's fragrance, the lit-up humidifier that puffed out that damn-good vape of that strawberry-raspberry mix, and finally was the slight odor of sex that both mature manbots were having.
Both of their sweaty bodies finally met once again together as the two embraced themselves for the ecstasy ending of their mind-blowing, heart-pacing, adrenaline-filled sex. Beelzebot screamed that night, not just for the breakage of his male hymen but an overflowing trigger of orgasm that gushed out of him like a old dam that suddenly broke. Francis didn't care that his new boyfriend's fluids splashed his pacing shaft as he continued to thrust against him. Finally, the sounds in his mind broke as if a thousand angels blew their horns, calling out for ejaculation already. With a loud groan, his manhood begin to shot out black semen that coated the outsides of Beelzy's other manhood.
After the bronze manbot's ejaculation, he pulled out and the two of them let out tired, anxious sighs from each other. Satisfaction was relieved for the two of them.
"That was…" the horned robot panted, "...amazing…"
"Same here," replied the bronze clamping unit. He wrapped his arm around his new love interest, who rubbed his legs cautiously. Francis saw this and asked, "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you right?" The other manbot chuckled.
"I'm a little sore, but only because that was my first time." Robot Devil assured him, who laid back down in relief. Francis shutted off the lamp's source of light and pulled the silver blankets over their cool bodies. Robot Devil shifted a bit so that way his arms would be around Francis. Before drowsiness took over the manbots, their final sleepy words were:
"'Night Francis…"
Francis chuckled. "'Night Beelzy…"
As the two slept, there were a lot of things that we learned a thing or two: sex and pride. What you might think to yourself, "Will I ever find my own partner?" You can always find the "perfect" partner but the truth is here; nobody is perfect! It doesn't matter whether you're straight or gay, young and old, human or robot, male or female. What really matters is to be true to yourself and follow the hopes and dreams of who you truly are.
As the digital clock read out 3:45 a.m., the lingering and evil thoughts the two manbots had were burned by a hellfire and blew away in ashes...
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