Sitting up in bed with his crotch being raw was painful. Black dried semen stains were on the bedsheets in between where Beelzy's legs were. He groaned and arched his back, his gears cracking in relief. The other manbot was sleeping peacefully, his back facing him. The demon robot smiled; he sure did have a fun night with Francis that's for sure.

He read the time on the digital clock next to him: 7:56 a.m. Almost four minutes til eight. The Robot Devil exhaled silently, in a tired motion, he only had four hours of sleep. He heard another groan (this time it wasn't him), and turned his head to see Francis already getting up.

With a stretch of his limbs, Francis yawned before saying: "'Morning…" The Robot Devil chuckled.

"'Morning, Francis."

"Sleep well enough?" A nod was his answer. Francis pulled back the covers, only to immediately spot a dark stain on his autumn leaf sheets, it was a mixture of the Robot Devil's oil that was resulted in his defloration process and his own ejaculated fluid. Next to it was a outline of a transparent, strawberry-colored fluid that smelled sweet; it was juices of Beelzebot's climax.

"Better change the sheets later," the clamping unit mumbled. Francis turned to Robot Devil before asking, "Should I make you something?"

"I'm fine for now."

Francis got out of bed and went over to his closet, he opened it and retrieved a fluffy mint-green towel. "I'm going to have a shower, wanna join me?"

All he answered was "Yes,"

The bathroom light flicked on. The bathroom that the two manbots entered was rather fascinating. It was pretty big (maybe a bit too big), and in the intersection of the walls were scattered with seaglass. And the walls were a pretty teal. The floors were a sand-colored tile. The shower the bronze unit had was a stand-up one with a sliding foggy glass door.

As Francis slid the foggy glass door to reveal that the shower was different from the room: this one had black granite that shined like diamonds. He turned on the water and set the towel on the rack.

As the foggy steam from the hot water was clouding up around them, the pink loofah that Robot Devil had in his hand was scrubbing on the bronze back of Francis. The horned robot and clamping robot were taking turns washing each other. The Robot Devil was slightly wet from the hot water and his own sweat due to the shower being a sauna in there. A loving scent of lemon from the loofah of the body wash was making suds on Francis' body.

"I had a great time last night." Robot Devil finally said, which made the soapy Francis chuckle.

"Yeah, me too." It was true; having mind-blowing sex was pretty awesome. Especially with him. The Robot Devil did a throaty gasp in his throat when some of the water trickled down his private area which caused a sting. But it didn't sting enough for him to bring tears down his face.

Beelzebot did a little "Oh…" in pain.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, like I said: pretty much my first time last night." Beelzy reassured him, once more. He scrubbed the pink sud-filled loofah on Francis' lower back. A moment of silence was there except the scrubbing of the loofah and the hot water running from the shower head onto the black granite floor.

He then, all of the sudden, mentioned Francis' ex-boyfriend, Derek. "Soooo, what happened after you and Derek split up?" Beelzebot asked, a sigh was heard.

"Well, after he cheated on me, and I freshly moved from Sicily 8 to Earth; I have been getting texts from him saying how sorry he was for ruining our relationship. I have been getting calls once in a while but I ignored them. Afterwards, I deleted his number and blocked him. It wasn't until I met up with him a year later and saw that he was with Alex, the jock he cheated on me with. We had a short conversation and he apologized to me that our old relationship didn't go so well." He breathed for a few moments. "But, that doesn't matter now cause I have you."

A hidden flustered face was on him. It went away for a few seconds before handing Francis the loofah. "Your turn,"

Francis grabbed the loofah and rinsed himself off. While doing so, Beelzy turned around, waiting for him to finish so Francis could wash his back. Francis could remember how Derek looked back then before his ex-boyfriend decided to fuck a jock. A freaking jock! He, Derek himself, was a pretty femboy who would crossdress himself (it happened on rather occasions). Lots of people knew this because Derek wouldn't know the anatomy of a car and would talk about which female celebrity had the best dress. He would show up in school with his hair dyed a neon color while wearing either a shirt with a skirt or a blouse with flowy hippie pants.

But of course, the dean of the school was a huge bitchy asshole. He would constantly scold Derek that "these type of clothes were the kind that would get you in trouble and distract students" or "showing off that kind of accessories will make you a transvestite prostitute." The group of women that Derek was around thought that his clothes were fine and didn't look like a slut. But Derek would always lose and get an hour sentence of detention after school. Thus, making a phone call to his parents to bring their son a pair of school-appropriate clothing.

So, with a friendly favor of his female friends, that were scanning the school rule book about Derek coming to the school about his femboy crossdressing and guess what? There was nothing about him saying that his type of clothing fashion was ruled out inappropriate! So Derek's friends marched in the dean's office and told him that Derek's crossdressing wasn't ruled out as inappropriate, so he shouldn't be having detention. But later on that week was hell! Derek had shown up to school one day wearing a sparkly pink dress and a fake set of breasts, Tuesday was the second day of pride month and Derek wanted to show his friends some drag queen love. But of course, to ruin the month's pride was the dean being a old bag of dicks, he sentenced Derek a two-weeks worth of detention. One of his femimine friends called up Derek's parents and told them what was going on. Which then resulted a barging into his office; a endless half-hour of scolding to the dean on why their son can't dress like a drag queen for pride month; and the ending was like the dean had a dream about going to school in his underwear. When the dean came out, he was crying. A adult man literally crying!

So for the rest of the junior year for Derek was now very easy. During Sicily 8's pride month, he was dressed in drag up until July. Without the dean bothering him the slightest bit (turns out Derek's dad was this hardcore badass with tattoes and that in his side of the family ran a line of muscle men who would do anything to help their family).

Of course, the Robot Devil was quite different compared to Derek. He, Beelzy himself, was slightly a femboy. If Francis ran a test to see how femimine he was, the result would come up: 25%. And he had a slim body of a woman, even though he was practically an agender gay male robot. In fact, just looking at the horned robot for a long time withdrew a hard-on. Damn it…!

Francis, now free of the clinging soap bubbles, he began to wash the back of the Prince of Robotic Darkness; circling the loofah in small motions around his lower neck, his shoulders, and the sides of his waist. Francis heard a deep inhale coming from the Robot Devil, it had the sounds of a quiet breeze whenever you have a stroll in the park just when doing your usual afternoon jog and wanting to stop somewhere when you want some quiet time all to yourself.

Beelzy did a playful chuckle when Francis rested his head on his slippery shoulder. He never knew that Francis would be this playful. Francis snaked one of his arms across Beelzy's chest while the other was going down to one of his intimate areas with the loofah in his clamp. The Robot Devil chuckled once more before a sudden motion in between his legs that contacted his sore groin made him whine in an irritated way of little pain.

"Francis I'm not in the mood, plus I'm sore…" the Robot Devil moaned in annoyance, gripping the robot's arm that was around his chest. A lust-filled growl was heard and the loofah to his groin was now starting to overcome him to lust. The suds that used to be a perfect white were now starting to turn grey (thanks to that "creampie" that Francis did). Beelzebot started in whine and wince as he not only felt the loofah to his groin, but also felt something hard pressing against his area.

Finally, what had been two minutes already, the loofah was now pulled away from his intimate area and rinsed off thanks to the flowing water that contacted his body, leaving behind a slimy-like substance at his groin.

The Robot Devil whined in anticipation. "Francis, please, I don't want it to hurt like hell again."

"It won't hurt as much as the second time."

His legs felt weak. And he didn't feel like doing it standing up. So he did was much easier; with still shaky legs, he was kneeling at first only to have his hands on the warm tiles of the bathroom. Panting silently as the shower increasingly became warmer and warmer. Francis, now with his penis out and about, he got to his knees and gripped the Robot Devil's hips. Only to have his lower body getting lift up and Francis' mouth plate was now against his sore, intimate area.

Beelzebot moaned, second time in a row this is happening. He tried to grip the lukewarm granite floor but it was no use, he only ended up pressing his fingers down. Francis was "licking" some parts of Beelzy's manhood: first, it was his "clitoris" until moving up to his "vaginal entrance." (There were some parts of him that should've been kept private). "Ngh! Not there!"

Francis was enjoying it, there were so many tastes in there that he can actually knew: it was the sweet-tasting of that wet area Robot Devil had along with a slight tint of his own semen that was mixed in.

A tingling sensation was now growing where his area is. With a long, ecstasy-filled moan, he felt himself get tensed up before finally getting relaxed. With heavy tired panting, his eyes fixated what was happening to Francis at his lower body. When Francis pulled away, the corner of his mouth plate had a transparent strawberry-colored fluid that had the thickness of slime.

"Do I really taste that good?" Beelzy panted out. Francis wiped away the slick fluid from the corner.

"That was the result of your orgasm." Francis replied. "Did that feel good?"

"Yes…" the Robot Devil breathed out, his body warmed up from the granite floor to the foggy steam of the hot water (that still ran from the shower head). His lower body was now back on his knees. Francis gripped The Robot Devil's hips, he positioned himself, and went ahead and inserted himself onto Beelzy. Beelzy gasped, tears were running down his eyes in pleasure. Sure it hurted, but it was different since he wasn't bleeding and that soon turned into intense pleasure.

With the shower already hot enough, he couldn't tell whether it was sweat dripping down his crotch or the wet fluid that coated Francis' shaft when he was thrusting his hips against his. The shower was full of heavy pants and low moans, along with the sounds of metal-to-metal contact. The Robot Devil whined in pleasure, his raw intimate area getting penetrated deeply and harshly by Francis' moving penis. His knees felt numb already for kneeling so long on the hard, slippery, black granite floor. Suddenly, a pair of clamps went ahead and gripped both of his hands and held them above his head while being pinned still.

Francis panted and grunted, Beelzy's was clasping down on his shaft very hard already. Even though his pacing shaft was already lubricated with his wetness. He had his clamps holding up Robot Devil's hands above his head as he pinned them. His panting was mixed with Beelzebot's cute noises as he continued to thrust into him. Already some of the leftover semen that was still in him was getting all foamy and whipped-up, like turning into a whipped-cream.

Already enough, Beelzy felt himself getting washed over again and this time he felt it even more intense. It felt as if a dragon was spitting out fire from its mouth onto the knights who were trying to kill it. It splattered all over onto Francis' shaft once more like last night. Francis groaned, threw his head back, and new semen was mixed in with his old semen.

As soon as Francis pulled out, his own fluids seeped tremendously out. The Robot Devil panted and moaned a bit, he watched it flow out onto the floor. The color camouflaging with the black floor and go inside the drain. Francis had his back propped up, his penis had now grown limp and covered in his own ejaculated liquid.

"Well then," Francis said, getting up off the floor and carefully standing up without trying to slip. He looked down at himself, his penis blacker than the nighttime itself. "I guess a second shower wouldn't hurt now, will it?"

Beelzy got up but managed his balance. Some of the semen drooling down his legs. "I guess not,"

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