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N loved love. Familial, platonic, romantic…there were more types of course and all of it filled his core in different ways. He loved his family–even if it was just one drone– he loved his friends, Tessa was complicated but he loved her like a mother/sister/friend all the same and he always loved the idea of romance; watching it happen from afar never thinking it would happen to him.

Then that fateful year happened and he managed to somehow get himself a girlfriend. A human girlfriend but that didn’t matter! He was in love and he loved it!

What he did not love was having a drink thrown in his face. 

“Useless piece of machinery! I wanted a Pouilly-Fuissé not a Chardonnay!” a very drunk yet elegantly dressed woman stared at him before scoffing, “Why does James even bother with these things…they’re to stupid to do anything but serve the wrong wines.”

N grit his teeth behind his lips, as she poked the side of his head with the tip of her fan. They weren't allowed to react, they couldn’t even talk, so he just had to stand there bowing at the waist apologetically as the sticky wine dripped down his visor. Dumb machine huh? He could say the same about this particular human, she asked for a white wine and he provided and it still wasn’t good enough because she didn’t even know that Pouilly-Fuissé is a Chardonnay.

Jokes on him for trying to provide top tier service.

The woman had finally left before snatching a glass of champagne off his serving tray, N straightened his back, rivulets of wine streaking his visor and into the collar of his crisp dress shirt.

With a sigh he made his way through the hallways to drop off the remaining drinks, using the serving towel to wipe sticky streaks across his glass. The action blurred his screen that made fuzzy halos of light around various objects, he squinted attempting to clear his visor but it only made the images even more obscure.

Were those tendrils of darkness writhing across the walls or just regular shadows? Another pass of the towel cleared his vision just enough but the tentacles he thought he saw were gone. N shrugged, ‘must have been the lighting.’ Looking down at his soiled shirt with another deep sigh, he’d have to change before he went back out to serve for the rest of the night or Mr. Elliot would publicly execute him with his own serving tray if he returned covered in wine.

The laundry room was past the dining hall but it would probably be full of humans who would witness him; he'd have to go around through the gardens to avoid being seen. N nodded to himself as he turned, exiting through the glass french doors to the outside. 

Twilight lit the gardens, a swirling hedge maze guarding off hidden mysteries in its center beckoned a few meters away. That magical twinge of septic green–that always seemed to coat the manor grounds– matching the tall rose garden maze, darkened roses dotting the foliage like red eyes that were always watching. N had been through the maze multiple times and could probably make his way through with his eyes closed, but instead he decided to leisurely take his time trailing alongside the outside of it. 

He was in no hurry to have more alcohol spilled on him. There were plenty of other drones serving drinks no one would even notice he was gone for a bit longer than normal. He was coming right back once he changed shirts, he told himself even as a small prompt opened in his visor with the word ‘doubt’ displayed. 

He quickly closed the window, he didn’t need his own processor doubting him. He was definitely going back in a timely manner. Definitely.

It was a nice evening, the stars weren't blocked by clouds and the moon was bright and full. His girlfriend was attempting to scale the ivy coated walls like a robo-roach, the crows weren't pecking at him trying to steal his meticulously shined silver buttons–wait.

“Uzi!?” N’s eyes hollowed out as his hands flew to his hair as he peered in shock at the human woman who had made it a surprisingly far distance up the wall. Her finger tips were just brushing a banister with open doors when she looked over her shoulder to gaze down at him.

“Oh, Hey N!”

“What are you doing!?”

“Ah well, I know it's only been like…a day or whatever, but I…sort of maybe…missed you a little bit…” The distance and her inflection pittering off made it hard to hear that last part but N heard it and he moved a hand from his hair to clutch his shirt just above his swelling core with a silly little grin forming on his lips.

The fluttery feelings of being loved and missed were short lived however when a vine broke free from the wall due to the strain of extra weight, Uzi’s hand still reaching out towards a banister she had barely a finger hold on as she fell backwards through the air. N’s core was jumping for a whole different reason as he saw her falling in slow motion, without much thought he ran forward with arms out and catching her before her fragile human body hit the floor.

Time seemed to slowly speed back up again and he was trying to get the air through his ventilation system properly. Clutching Uzi to his chest probably a bit harder than he meant to, N fell to his knees with eyes clenched shut as he buried his face into her purple tresses. They had only been together officially for like two days and she was already trying to kill herself and him in the process!

Granted, she probably wouldn’t have died unless she hit her head or fell onto something sharp on the way down but still seeing your girlfriend falling from any height nearly made the oil in all his tubes freeze up. 

“Ngh N, you’re squishing me…!”

Startled out of his thoughts, N’s eyes widened as he finally let Uzi down in front of him, “Cheese and rice, Uzi you scared me!”

“Cheese and…You know what, not even going to ask.” Uzi patted down her dress before rolling to her knees to crawl over to the manor wall she had just fallen from to inspect the vines laying there. N’s eyes trailed along her backside, draped only by a gossamer black dress pinpointed with little embroidered stars. The edge of the mini-flowing dress was tilted up just enough that he saw a flash of lacy see through panties as she leaned down to get a closer look at the plant. He felt his visor heating up with a furious blush before he slapped himself in the face.

‘Get a hold of yourself man! She almost met her maker and you’re staring at her underwear!’

The sound of the impact caused Uzi to look back at him with a questioning look, at his innocent shrug she went back to her inspection before scoffing.

“Ugh, this vine is half dead. It’s so hard to see safe placements in the dark! Well, I was sneaking in to see you anyways so I guess I don’t have to get up there anymore…’cept I threw my shoes on the balcony before I started climbing…crap, that might be a problem for future me.”

N softly smiled, “I can grab those for you, or we can go get them later when the rest of the manor has gone to sleep.”

“No biggy, I’ll just hang with you out here! Why are you out here anyways?” Uzi carefully turned and sat against the foliage covered walls, smoothing her dress out over her knees. Her trademark striped socks and beanie were surprisingly absent in this outfit, she really was trying her best to blend in for him. 

Uzi pat the ground next to her while looking at him expectantly.

The butler drone got up and joined his human, occupying the space beside her. “Ah, a guest didn’t like the wine selection, so she sort of…threw it on me. I was making my way back to the recharge area to change, then I saw you.”

“What the fuck?!” Uzi stood on bare feet with rage filled eyes, “Point that bitch out N, I’m gonna rip her to shreds!” N fell forward as he stumbled to get up to stop her, instead he grabbed her hand before she crawled through the cracked open window just beside them where loud classical music, clanking tics of dinnerware and raucous laughter could be heard.

She was probably trying to stay undetected when she attempted to sneak in from the second floor, he’s pretty sure at least one person would notice if she slipped into this particular window. The musicians definitely would.

“It’s alright Uzi, it’s just a shirt.”

“It's the principle N! You can’t let some rich bitch degrade you like that!”

“I’m a worker drone Uzi…”

She stopped her ranting for just a moment to look at his dejected form, holding her hand while on his knees. His grip tightened when he sensed her silent observation as if he was trying to both comfort and ground himself.

With a deep breath, Uzi slowly knelt in front of him, “You’re still a person N, an autonomous being with your own thoughts and personality. Some humans just can’t see past the shell sometimes, hell they can barely see past skin these days.” she tacked on at the end before standing back up.

She cupped his cheek, gently turning his visor up to reveal his downtrodden LED’s with little digital tears threatening to fall. 

“Aw dude, don’t cry.” Placing both hands on his cheeks now, Uzi bends over awkwardly while pushing his bangs to the side to give N a small peck on the visor where his forehead would be.

“That better?”

Sniffling N blinked, the artificial tears were still at the corners, putting his hands over hers that were still placed on his cheeks “A little…maybe if you try again?”

Uzi narrowed her eyes suspiciously but gave him another peck somewhere else on his screen.

“One more?” he replied innocently standing up, removing his hands from atop hers, and somehow wiping away the artificial tears on his screen.

“Getting greedy now hm?”

“Gotta take all I can get when I’m always working!”

Rolling her eyes playfully, Uzi placed another light kiss on his cheek. However, as soon as she pulled back slightly, N lightly grabbed her chin and directed her lips to his. What started off as a chaste kiss slowly turned deeper as his tongue begged for entrance. She acquiesced–opening up–her tongue meeting his in a soft greeting.

N stepped back a few steps before his back met a solid wall, the cool stone seeping through his coat, pulling Uzi along with him as his hand slid up her arm and snaked the back of her neck and into her hair at the base of her neck. His free hand wrapping around her waist and pulling their bodies together flush. 

‘Uzi’s so warm’ he thought absentmindedly, moving the hand at her hip and trailing it up and down her spine. The motions earned him a little tremor from his girlfriend's body, along with a short content moan at their joined lips. Uzi started to push against him, unlocking their tongues creating a small string of silver saliva keeping them connected. Her chest was heaving and her face was flush, reminding N that humans needed to breathe.

Sure, drones 'breathed’ but not in the way that humans did. It was more of an artificial mimicking to keep humans at ease with something vaguely human shaped breathing in the same way they do. It also helped cool overheating systems, but drones very rarely stressed themselves out to that point so it was hard to reach.

N hummed to himself letting Uzi catch her breath before he dipped down to leave soft kisses along her pulse point down to her exposed shoulder. Having her so close and looking at him with darkened eyes made his system quickly re-route the oil southward, he could feel his pants tightening. 

As he continued his ministrations, ignoring his own growing need he heard Uzi whisper his name. N backed off noting that he had left a few red welts on her tanned skin near her clavicle.

“Oh biscuits…I didn’t mean to do that, I’m sorry Uzi!”

She didn’t answer, only taking his face in both her hands again and restarting their heavy makeout session. The music pouring from the ballroom had changed sets to something more somber yet still loud enough to cover the small moans coming from both of them. 

However, makeout sessions this heavy don’t usually stay makeout sessions. This particular one was no exception. Meticulously purple painted fingernails started to roam along his body, going from his chest to slowly making its way down where Uzi broke the kiss again to look down in surprise.

N’s visor flushed with silver lines covering nearly half of the black glass as he avoided direct eye contact. The mischievous grin she gave him when she turned to look back up at him made his core jump. How did he ever manage to get this to work, by all means she should have taken his information, loaded it into Thad and been sent back on his way to Tessa after it was all said and done. A few leaps of faith, lead them to that foggy window confession in the car that night and for the first time N finally had the romantic relationship he had been yearning for.

Although their relationship was going a bit faster than he assumed, Uzi completed him in ways he didn’t know he needed to complete.

His inner thoughts were suddenly derailed when he felt a tentative palm against his cloth covered dick. A jolt of pleasure ran through his systems and he accidently let out a groan, a small triumphant giggle left Uzi’s mouth.

“Was this your plan all along N?”

“N-no! It was purely coincidental, m-my shirt, remember?”

Uzi hummed, her dark eyes landing on his stained clothes in annoyance, “Ah right. Well, let me help you out of those soiled clothes then.” She probably hadn't intentionally said it to be sultry but nevertheless it had N’s mind racing at the possibilities.

Her hands stopped their erotic massage on his length and he began to pout before those hands made their way to his neckline, where Uzi tugged his necktie free. Probably with a little bit more force than she intended but her jerking him forward by his neck like a leash sent a new wave of strain straight to his dick.

Every time they were together he discovered new things about himself. Why did that turn him on!? It hadn’t even been a week! He didn’t have much time to dwell on it for as quickly as it had happened it had ended and Uzi was deftly undoing his dress shirt, peeling away the sticky fabric from polymer plating exposing his diamond core with the silver worker drone emblem shining through a black background. His vest buttons were undone, and then the rest of his dress shirt fell away soon after leaving a parallel window of exposed rubber waist line that disappeared into belted black pants.

“Thanks for the help Uzi, but I still need to get the spare from the drone laundry areaaa–aaah!” The kiss she placed just over the emblem on his core sent his body into haywire. Everything simultaneously felt too hot and too cold at the same time, embarrassingly enough that simple motion of stimulation caused him to jerk his hips up against her where he immediately cummed his pants. 

Now he had to wash down and change everything.

“Did you just…?” Uzi’s head tilted downward again to witness a blooming wetness darkening the front of his dress pants.

Chest heaving from the stimulation and the release N responded back timidly, “My core…you-I…It’s just–Sorry…” he ended lamely. Suddenly he felt ashamed, what sort of one-pump chump was he??

“Don’t be sorry for feeling good N.” Uzi said tenderly, taking his face in her hand, “besides I’m learning all the good spots to make it happen!”

N’s head snapped up to finally meet hers, seeing nothing but love staring back at him he hurriedly pulled her back in for another passionate kiss. Switching their positions, so Uzi’s back was now against the ivy coated stone he slowly lifted one of her legs against his hip. Holding her leg up for support, her dress slipping up her thighs, he pressed his hips into hers grinding his quickly re-hardening length against her wet panties.

His core was swelling with so much love and acceptance it never once slowed to consider the fact that they were outside. All he could hear, feel, taste was Uzi, all encompassing all his senses pinpointed to his partner. 

He broke the kiss to hastily unbuckle his belt, freeing his shaft from its prison, still coated from his previous release; he would use that as lubricant as he pushed Uzi’s lacy panties to the side. 

Taking her other leg and lifting her so she was braced against the ivy, N used that leverage to poke his tip just between her folds. Uzi’s grip around his shoulders tightened and she moaned against his mouth. 

Slowly he entered her inch by inch, agonizingly slow so he could feel everything as he entered. He wanted to feel every muscle within her clutching him desperately, leading and pulling him into herself. It felt like it took forever for him to finally bottom out against her.

This was the second time they had been joined, and he already knew he could never get enough. Everything was hers, artificial body and soul given freely. He stood there for a few moments letting her acclimate around his girth before he pulled out and pushed back in with a little more force.

Uzi’s head tilted back as much as it could before it met with the stone wall behind her. Her mouth opened and let out erotic moans each time N pulled out and pushed back into her. The music was still playing from the open window near them, and anyone could potentially walk up to close it to see them in the throes of lovemaking.

The very thought of potentially getting caught thrilled her, and as if N could read her thought process he began to speed up, hips smashing into hers with reckless abandon, bouncing her body up and down as their lips met again with tongues entwining. 

Slick sounds of arousal were making themselves known from their connection, as wetness slipped out of their joining to creating wet threads of love between their bodies enhancing the sopping sounds of organic skin hitting polymer.

This wasn't where N thought this night would go after how it started but it did make him forget about all his troubles from before! In fact all he could think of was trying to get as deep as he could into Uzi’s womb as he physically could without hurting her. Each slam of his hips into hers attempting to do just that, drilling into her harder and faster as time went on.

But all good things come to an end. Nearly overwhelmed from N entering her over and over harder and faster each time, drool seeping from the side of her mouth Uzi could only form one word between the moaning and make out; N’s name over and over like summoning. Her inner walls clenched tightly around his dick as she came with a moan, body trembling as she pulled him over the edge with one final thrust he released his hot code deep within her womb filling her with the thick liquid.

Shuddering bodies pressed together, and robotic legs started to wobble as N gently exited Uzi’s slick vagina, watching extra cum drip between her legs with his absence as she stepped down on equally weighted legs. N carefully tucked himself back into his pants, zipping them up the previously soaked clothing. Before he led them over to a less wet side of the wall further from the window where he sat to catch their breath, pulling Uzi into his lap and wrapping her in a warm embrace.

Post coital cuddling was high in the list of activities he loved now and he wished it would last the whole night, but he could hear the music and chatter beginning to pitter out.

With a sigh, nuzzling his visor into his girlfriend's hair he reluctantly spoke, “The party is winding down…we should probably get cleaned up.”

Reluctant to send Uzi away,N reminded himself that he did have obligations he had to withhold to keep up this ruse that he was a mindless servant who couldn't possibly have been just outside having sex in the open. His visor flushed a little now that he was finally clearing-headed enough to be coherent.

Robo-God he just made love to his human girlfriend outside.

He was pretty sure that even if he wasn’t a robot, exhibitionism was generally not normal in society! Digital bullets started to pitter down his face as the post-sex clarity cleared from his processor. What was wrong with him!? Uzi didn’t deserve to be taken outside like an animal! She deserved a soft bed where they could fall asleep together safely afterwards warm and safe.

“I still need my shoes.” Uzi said, breaking him from his spiraling.

“Oh, uh right! Let me go get those, stay right here!”

Setting her off to the side to rest, he ran off back into the manor, avoiding all the guests skillfully before retrieving said shoes and returning quickly. By the time he made it back Uzi was standing on shaky legs but smiled at him as she took the heels from his hands, resting a soft hand against his silicone cheek before giving him a soft kiss on the lips.

“Thanks for hanging out with me N,” She turned and started to walk away before muttering a quiet “see you later, love you.”

The butler drone could feel his core swelling with love again as he watched her walk off from her declaration, repeating it back to her retreating form loud enough that she could hear, and she heard it if the reddening of her ears said anything. He clutched the front of his shirt but quickly felt the hardness of his own plastic shelled chest as he looked down to see it was still unbuttoned and splayed open from their jaunt, his tie hanging around his shoulders like a towel.

“BISCUITS!” He ran towards the drone area glad to see the area still relatively empty, the others must still be cleaning up. Quickly grabbing a fresh set of clothes he was buttoning up his shirt as E walked in.

“Hey N!” E stopped and tilted his head, “bro you uh…you got something” he gestured to his own face and swung his opened hand all around the entire vicinity “On your visor.” he finished, equally silver eyes boring into N’s questioningly.

N laughed nervously before peering into the singular broken floor mirror they had been given, only to see smears of black lipstick coating his white face that were particularly smudged and focused around his lips.

Yelping N ran into the bathroom, leaving E to stare at the door curiously before he shrugged and prepped himself for recharge.

Chapter Text

Generally N liked planning and having a plan.

Having something concrete and simple to follow like a script gave him comfort. Sometimes things in life went according to plan and sometimes they went horribly off the rails.

Earlier this morning was a surprise to his usual script, he was assigned to clean his favorite place–the library. He didn’t mind this deviation from his usual as it had been awhile since shelves were moved, books were aired out and a full top to bottom dusting was done. Also, he just likes being in the library in general!

It started off normal enough, he was removing books from their shelving and stacking them into high towers to be moved in large pillars to the outside sun where he would carefully air each book out one by one. It was a labor of love and as a perk he got to go through every single book the Elliot’s owned to see if there were any new ones he missed or hadn't gone through at least once. 

Everything was going smoothly, remove the books, place them outside to air, dust off the shelving, move said shelving to vacuum the immediate area, then bring the books back in and place them back on the shelf. 

Simple, easy to understand and carry out.

That was until he tugged on a large book labeled ‘House of Leaves’. The book didn’t yield like the others, instead a small click was heard when the book tilted. N squinted at the book with his finger hooked to the spine until a piston-like sound scared him into releasing it. Frantically looking around the hissing noise increased as the wall receded and slowly slid to the side, revealing a small room with a simple four poster bed, with two matching nightstands in darkened wood all coated in a thick layer of dust.

The bed itself was bare, no comforters or blankets nor pillows gracing its dusty surface. It must have been a napping area for when the manor employed human librarians. Now it was just another secret room forgotten in the walls.

A pixelated, blinking light bulb appeared on N’s visor before being replaced with giddy silver orbs. He could clean this place up, find some old sheets and pillows in storage and it could be his little hide out! He didn’t really need a bed to sleep, but Uzi probably did and after last night in the garden–he blushed furiously at the memory–he was thinking that Uzi deserved a soft, comfortable area where they could comfortably fall asleep after their…activities without being interrupted or caught!

N hummed a happy tune as he hit the mattress a couple times to get the dust off, and he spent most of the morning cleaning and clearing out the room. He was suddenly grateful that he was the only one assigned for library cleaning and wouldn’t have to share his little discovery with any other unless he felt the need. No one was bothering him, nor rushing him to finish the rest of the vast library, he did keep the time limit in mind, he didn’t feel like being chained to a tree all too much these days. 

After a couple of trips to the laundry room and storage; N had put together a clean and simple bed, he found a thick purple velvet drape that he constructed a small canopy with near the headboard. A small stuffed, ratty looking dog plush was stuffed carefully between two pristine white pillows.

A couple more personal touches, like his drawings and maybe a spare recharge cable and he could really call this place his hideout! Him and Uzi could have a movie night here if he could find a projector, they could cuddle and talk and enjoy each other's presence without any harsh judgements. Just the two of them safely tucked away in his curated place, protected and safe.

Yes, N liked to plan. He liked it even more when things went according to his plan.

‘So where did the plan go wrong???’ he thought as he found himself once again in the cover of the night in the center of the hedge maze garden. The heart of the maze offered a white marbled gazebo, with ivy vines climbing around it like a curtain, surrounded in a full moon hedge wall of plants. It used to be a bit of a bragging point for the Elliots but it was soon forgotten and fell into disarray. The gardening workers were brought inside for more cleaning hands and besides the green house, all but the outside of the maze were trimmed into perfectly symmetrical living walls.

Uzi sat just beside him, covering her mouth to muffle her moans as her free arm crossed over his to grip his cock that was standing at attention between his unzipped dress pants. N’s hand was between her legs, gently rubbing between her wet folds as he touched his own core that was peeking between an unbuttoned dress shirt with his other hand.

Mutual masterbation was new to him, everything felt overstimulated all at once. He could feel Uzi’s arousal with one hand, felt the pressure and taunting grip she was giving him as she pumped his shaft mercilessly and for some reason his processor decided ‘lets add more to the good feelings!’ as he rubbed his own core for an overwhelming sense of stimulation.

There was heat everywhere, it was all over and all encompassing. N was panting out his own moans as he turned his head to gaze out of hazy eyes to look at the mess his girlfriend was becoming. 

Uzi’s grip on him was loosening, she couldn’t seem to keep pace with her own hips raising to meet his fingers as well as jerk him off at the same time. Her rhythm was becoming unsteady, and one thing had to give. That was fine with N, he loved watching her come undone. The soft glow from his own core and eyelights illuminated the area just enough to see Uzi’s face twisted in pleasure.

If only she’d remove her hand…he wanted to hear her moans, needed to hear it. He was going to lose his synthetic mind if he didn’t, but he had to switch positioning a little bit. 

With some effort, he stopped rubbing his own core, a disappointed groan emitting from his own mouth. His mind was sending pop ups along his screen asking him what he thought he was doing and to let everything continue as if just earlier it wasn’t begging for more…everything. 

N shifted her hand away from her mouth, her pretty lips devoid of any make up as she had only expected to be here for a quick chat; it seems things were not going to plan for Uzi either. She licked her lips that were quickly drying out from the panting, coating them in shiny saliva and looked as if she was going to say something before N pulled his fingers away from her damp vaginal folds, Uzi let out a frustrated moan as her hips raised up trying to follow his fingers. 

“N what the fu--uUUUck!” her words hitched as he twisted on the stone seat so that he could half turn towards her before plunging a finger straight into her with the hand he was touching his core with. His other arm wrapped around her shoulders to pull her in till their lips connected.

Uzi’s grip on him tightened as if she remembered she still had him at her mercy. Collecting the pearls of pre-cum with her palm she spread it down his length before wrapping her hand around again tightly, attempting to milk him for all his worth.

Moaning into their connected lips, N opened his mouth and immediately his girlfriend's tongue entered. Their tongues danced for dominance, but N secretly loved it when her tongue overtook his. His hips lifting from the bench to meet her ministrations, mimicked hers as her pelvis also raised to reveal and conceal his white plastic finger tip. Streaks of clear arousal coating his finger, N pulled away from their warring kiss to stare at his slick covered finger before he pressed them together to coat the second finger in preparation.

Using the newly naturally lubed up finger N mercilessly pushed two fingers into Uzi’s tight vagina. He was rewarded with what he wanted when he originally switched their positioning around. His girlfriend moaned so loudly, throwing her head back against his arm that was around her shoulders.

Slowly, N slid his fingers in till his knuckles bumped against flush skin. He kept still to allow her to adjust to his extra intrusion, but only until he felt the rest of her body relax before he began to move his fingers in a scissor-like motion inside of her. Uzi’s slick walls constricted against his digits trying to pull him even deeper inside of her, but there was only so far he could go with his hands.

Still, the whole point was to feel good; so ever so slowly N retracted his hand until his finger tips were the only thing left before sliding them back in just as agonizingly slow as he pulled them out. Uzi’s back arched at the languid stimulation, chest thrust forward as he entered her. She was crying out so fervently her voice was beginning to crack just the slightest.

The rhythm was both maddeningly slow and strangely fulfilling. The human woman began to lift her hips in an attempt to speed up the motion a little. Every time N pulled his fingers out and dove back in slowly, her hips pushed upwards to meet him. All the while N was trying to hold back his own orgasm, just the vision of Uzi riding his fingers desperately, her head thrown back as her body bounced up and down. Her moaning loudly into the night air, concealed by darkened foliage with only the fireflies as organic witnesses. 

It was too much, N grit his teeth–stopping his fingering for just a second–when the rolling heat from his pelvis traveled down his shaft and erupted upwards, spraying thick white ropes of white cum all over Uzi’s hand and the marbled floor of the gazebo.

The grin gracing his girlfriend's lips as she glanced at the mess he made nearly made him cum again. Uzi still hadn’t let go of his twitching shaft, instead she used his seed to rub up and down his softening length, coaxing pathetic spurts of what he had left out of him in. N tucked his face into her neck as she overstimulated him, leaving panting kisses along her clavicle till he remembered his fingers still sheathed inside of her.

He pulled them out again, but pushed them in faster. Building a steady pace till even Uzi’s hips couldn’t keep up with him anymore. She let him go, looping her soiled hand up and under his arm and gripping the back of his shirt, probably staining it in sticky white cobwebs of cum coated fingers. 

N could feel her walls inside constricting and shuddering, as well as see the unsteady way her hips were moving to know she was close. Uzi’s own arousal pooling on the stone seat before one particular hip thrust up had her crying out his name over and over. A symphonic melody that he could listen to on repeat forever as she came around his fingers, liquid spurting out and joining his cooling puddle on the floor moments before.

They sat in silence for a while, chests heaving as they both came down from their highs until he felt her exposed body shiver around him. N’s head was clearing up as he remembered his plan. He still had a chance to follow through!

“Christ N…we made a mess, I don’t think I’ve ever squirted before in my life...Don’t people hang out here in this sitting area?” Uzi’s eyes scrunched shut as he pulled his fingers from her warm cavern allowing the chill air to enter. She stood as to not close her legs over the puddle she had made and looked around for her discarded panties.

N watched as he tucked himself back into his pants, “Not really, it's more about the idea that this area is here. Can you imagine the Elliots, other than Tessa, frollicking through a garden maze?”

Uzi snort-laughed as she located her panties hanging off an overgrown branch quickly far from where they were sitting. How did they get over here?

“Well, I better start the walk of shame back to my place…Told Lizzy I was only supposed to be out for an hour, so she’s probably going to knock me out with her phone. Night N…”

The butler drone grabbed his discarded coat and hung it over his arm, watching as Uzi turned to leave “WAIT!” he screamed out a little louder than he wanted, she had turned with an upturned brow to look at him.

“I-I found something I wanted to show you…”

“Maybe some other time N? I’m already late in getting back and I’m tired as fuck.”

“Please? It will be worth it, I promise!”

At his pleading puppy dog-like eyes she folded like a lawnchair. “Ugh, I hate when you do the puppy thing. Fiiiiine, let's see what you got.”

N grinned and stepped around their puddle that he hoped would clear up before someone stumbled upon it, maybe he’d come back at a later time to clean it, to offer Uzi his arm. He led them out of the maze quickly and easily and back into the library he was still half way through with cleaning.

Back at the shelf with ‘House of Leaves’ displayed he tugged on the book lock and hid his smile when Uzi jumped in the same way he did earlier this morning when the pressurized door lock released with a hiss, revealing his secret library room. He led them in and hit the button to close the secret room behind them before tugging on a little chain to shed some light up the cozy bed.

Uzi had walked forward with awe at the quaint little area before face planting in the bedsheets and starfishing. Relishing in the soft fabrics and bed beneath her stiff joints from their little romp outside on stone seatings.

“I was thinking…maybe you can stay with me…here, for the night?” N averted his eyes, as silvery glowing lines graced his visor, he rubbed the back of his neck nervously awaiting a rejection.

“You did this…for me?” Uzi had flipped herself and sat up staring at the shy butler drone, before she herself looked down at the rug underneath the bed with a blush. Quietly she added “I’d love to stay with you tonight N…maybe every night if I could.”

A little louder she spoke, “Hell yeah! Then I won't have to walk back with slick between my legs, and I can sleep in a soft bed with you.”

N’s head snapped to her form as he hugged her tight while awkwardly bending over from the height difference of her sitting and him standing. 

“I’ll find a change of night clothes for you, and maybe a wet rag so we can clean ourselves off!”

N excitedly exited the secret room and returned swiftly after about fifteen minutes, far faster than Uzi had anticipated as she was in the middle of pulling off her shirt.

“Uzi I got the–” N froze at the sight of his girlfriend with arms over her head holding her shirt, exposing her soft cotton bra. Awkward silence ensued as Uzi finished taking off her shirt and throwing it off to the side somewhere, N’s eyes followed the piece of fabric then snapped back to his girlfriend as she removed her skirt seemingly uncaring at his open staring. 

“Well, you gonna give me that rag so I can clean up the mess you made between my legs?”

Gulping N tentatively walked over, unsure of where to look before handing her a small rag with a bucket of water. It was sort of silly to be embarrassed now after everything they had been doing over the past week but every inch of exposed tanned skin set his circuitry alight as if it was the first time he’s ever seen it.

He had also found an oversized long sleeved dress shirt, that she could use as sleepwear, he had draped over his shoulder. Tugging it free, and placing it on the bed N watched as Uzi ran the wet towel across her body, specifically in the more soiled areas between her legs. 

"You're being awfully quiet,” his girlfriend replied smugly as if she had no idea what was making him that way.

N gulped, as he felt himself getting hard again. He frantically unbuttoned his own dirty shirt and replaced it with a clean version before he pointed at the shirt he found for her. 

“You can use that to sleep in, in place of your outside clothes. I cleaned t-these sheets this morning.” he said as he removed his shoes and put them off to the side.

Some more awkward silence fell between them as Uzi finished wiping herself down, and tugged the oversized shirt over her head. They both stood on either side of the bed, wondering if the other one would make the first move before Uzi shivered again. N broke the stale mate as he pulled the sheets back and gestured for her to get in which she obliged. He tugged the light chain and bathed the room in darkness, where once again his silvery LED’s were shining through the dark as the only light source. 

N slowly slid into the bed beside his girlfriend's warm body, and he hoped his plastic wasn’t too cold when he felt her jump at his casing touching her. That thought was quickly thrown into the recycle bin when he felt her shift her weight so that she could throw her arm across his chest and tuck one of his legs between hers. 

If he could see in the dark he would have seen the dark blush across Uzi’s cheeks as she nuzzled into his side. This would be the first night they spent together for the entirety of the day. 

And he couldn’t wait to wake up to see her next to him, safe and warm.

Chapter Text

A silent apartment stood frozen in moonlight, a clattering of scrapes and slurred mutterings came from just beyond a vibrantly painted door. The door handle twisted and turned until after sometime the occupant seemed to have found the correct key.

In stumbled in a lanky form, holding a black jacket over his arm as he carefully placed a ring of keys on the wall to hang, simultaneously kicking the door shut behind him. Using his free hand to gently tug loose the tight black tie and loosen the two top buttons on his equally black button up. Clumsy hands unbuckling the gun harness from his chest letting it swing from his shoulders freely.

The man took a breath as the constraints around his neck and chest gave way, as if the objects themselves were made to strangle him specifically for the day. A silly grin graced his lips as he swayed to and fro in the hallway and haphazardly tried to kick off his leather dress shoes only to fall unceremoniously forward and face plant into the soft carpet.

He laid there for a few moments, giggling into the soft fabric before pushing himself up with a small hiccup. He caught sight of himself at the bottom of a floor length mirror, blurry light brown eyes unfocused above a heavily flushed pale but freckled skin. Blond hair more askew and unmanaged than usual.

“Ah…Nael…looking as pathetic as ever.” he spoke to his reflection which only grinned at him in response.

Still he continued talking, “today was wild wasn’t it? You save a big shot from a shoot out on your first day and get a huge raise! Now we can afford to get one of those androids everyone's been raving about and I won’t have to be alone!”

Nael slowly pushed himself up to sit on his knees before tilting his head to the side, a wayward bang covering one eye. “Didn’t think they’d make me drink with them the whole night though…I’m more of a lightweight than I thought.” 

He looked around the disheveled–slightly spinning–apartment, all manner of messes to be had were covering every available surface. Freshly washed clothes covered his small couch, the coffee table was littered with various paper cups and cans full of unidentifiable dark liquids, paper was scattered along his rug from his previous research on clients, and various wrappers from nutritional bars littered the floor.

Golden brown eyes followed a trail of discarded pajama pants and shirt he had hastily changed out of, to an open doorway to a bedroom, where just the edges of an unmade disheveled bed stood patiently.

With a deep breath that flipped the errant bang from his face, Nael stood up on shaky legs. “We should order a maid drone to help keep this place clean instead of a friend…Maybe they can make me seem like less of a wreck of a human.”

Nael nodded resolutely as he stumbled over to his laptop, powering it on while he fumbled around his pockets for his wallet. Pulling out a shiny new black credit card, Nael dutifully typed out the website to ‘Kronos Heaven’ where he was met with a swirling image of a globe and a registration page.

Tugging his tie completely free and leaving it to hang over his shoulders, Nael filled it out with information quickly before being led to a survey page of sorts. Inebriated eyes tried to focus on the swimming information and he was doing well for the first thirty or so questions if he did say so himself! He wanted a model that would dutifully clean and seem as human as possible, he really could have cared less with what it specifically looked like.

Drunk Nael decidedly took over, quickly answering the questionnaire about personality traits as well as what characteristics he preferred. As if in a trance the man snapped to, seeing that the thousand question questionnaire was fully answered and even the free response was somewhat coherent to his addled brain.

Satisfied Nael hit the submit button and a cheery little android gif shooting confetti offered him its congratulations. It also informed him that his order would be complete in as little as a week and his own personal worker drone android would be delivered.

Closing the lid on his laptop, the man stood and stumbled to the kitchen. Drunk Nael was intent on helping Morning Nael by grabbing some painkillers and concocting the most vile hydrating drink he could muster with various ingredients that were left in his fridge. He stumbled into his bedroom and placed the pills and drink on the side table before face planting into the soft comforter and promptly falling asleep without even attempting to change.

The next morning light hit Nael in the face like a laser beam intent on searing his very eyelids off. With a groggy groan and a headache that was made worse by the very sound of his bones creaking, N groped around his nightstand, his fingers rolling two painkillers beneath them. 

He nearly cried out with relief and croaked out, “Thank you Drunk Nael.” As he unceremoniously popped the pills into his mouth and took a drink without looking as to what was in the cup erroneously assuming it was water. He nearly spit it out but his head was killing him and didn’t want to waste the medicine so instead he choked down the liquid and the pills with a small gag.

Nael looked into the murky cup to see the dark contents, he could vaguely make out random slices of fruit floating in what looked to be coffee, electrolytes and milk. The mixture made some sort of bitter yet sour aftertaste that made his empty stomach turn just looking at it.

“Nevermind…curse you Drunk Nael for whatever this was supposed to be…” groggily he stood up and made his way to his bathroom to brush his teeth from both morning breath and that horrific potion he just drank. Shooting back a cap full of mouthwash, Nael unceremoniously swished it around before spitting it out and meeting sleep deprived darkened eyes in the mirror. Brushing his fingers through his hair and attempting to style it in some intentional way Nael gave up and let it live its own life. His eyes glossed over a wall clock before he doubled back and looked at the time like he couldn’t believe it, rushing over to his bed he all but tore off the comforter to fumble with his phone displaying a sharp time of eight in the morning.

“I’m gonna be late! Crap crap crap!” Stumbling around trying to put his shoes back on, not having time to change his suit; he’d just have to deal with sitting in day old clothes, he took some time to lift and arm and sniff with a grimace before spraying half a bottle of cologne across his chest and rushing out the door.

A week flashed by and this time when Nael returned home, a large box was standing up against his doorway; the size of it matched his entire entryway. He blinked a couple times, looking up and down his hallway before attempting to open his door around the large package. With some struggling he pushed the heavy container into the middle of his living room.

“Is this what I think it is…?” he mused to himself, before he looked around for something to pry open the coffin-like container. With a simple hammer he used the clawed end to pry open the lid and slide it to the side revealing the dainty form of a woman.

Nael bristled in shock for a moment before calming his heart, “it's a robot…its just a robot and totally not a dead body…” but the more he looked at it the more it looked like a human sleeping amidst foam protection. He didn’t remember ordering a specific gender but drunk Nael seemed to have thought that was a great idea! He also wasn't sure about the literal maid state of dress although it was accented with spiked bracelets and an intricate choker with an emblem of Kronos Heaven at her throat. Neal carefully removed more protective packaging revealing purple striped knee-high socks held up with a single spiked garter on her left leg causing the right sock to slouch a little, it was all complete with a heavy set of combat boots.

The more Nael stared at his order the more he questioned his subconscious, this drone was everything he wasn’t. She wasn’t even online yet and he could already tell she was spikey all over and it wasn’t just from her spiked accessories. Her short purple hair was swooped to the side covering a dark visor that sat along her face like a pair of glasses, he could feel that she was going to be a force to be reckoned with and was kinda of scared to power her on.

Sighing to himself he flipped open the hefty manual on instructions on how to power up a worker drone for the first time and read them outloud to himself.

“Ok, step one: clear debris.” He glanced around at the mess of foam and protective paper littering his living room, covering previous trash he hadn’t bothered to clean up from the beginning of the week. “Check.”

“Step two: remove…” his voice pittered out as his eyes read and re-read the sentence again with a blush before he continued, “...remove top clothing and press a kiss over the core to activate the DNA key…” Nael stared at the still drone and lifted his eyes to the ceiling to resolve himself repeating ‘it's just a robot’ over and over before slowly undoing the apron ties at her shoulders. He unbuttoned the dark buttons in her crisp dress shirt before peeling the shirt open to reveal tanned skin; a lacy bra covering two small breasts and a purple LED inset shaped like a little skull that laid between them.

Nael could feel his face heating as he stared at the little glowing skull, he’d never seen a pair of breasts in person before. Granted these were artificial but he was sure they were probably as realistic as could be. Sure, he dated every now and then but it never really went anywhere after the kiss goodbye, he never got to third base as they say.

Deep down he was sure it would just be him, his hand, a bottle of lotion and an illicit web site for quite some time. Possibly forever. The side he tried to repress, the videos he tended to like strangely mimicking the dress of his new maid. The side he was sure would put people off if he let it slip over his usual happy-go-lucky personality. Drunk Nael seemed to have done themselves a favor in more ways than one, creating something Sober Nael would never have even had the courage to do.

Although now, he had to deal with the consequences of letting that side of him free. He stared at the drone before checking the end of the terms of service which indicated that he could not return said product as it was customised specifically to his needs and if any bugs arose he could call a specialist number for repairs. 

With a deep sigh Nael squeezed his eyes shut and leaned over his drone's chest before diving down and placing a quick kiss against the LED. 

Nothing happened.

Blinking confusedly at the LED and then back at the manuel, Nael flipped through the pages wondering where he went wrong. While behind him the female android sat up at the waist with eyes still closed as she slumped forward in her wooden coffin, a curtain of purple hair covering her face. The dark visor-like glasses lighting up with purple text scrolling through her frames quickly before a ‘DNA activation accepted, Loading…’ bar flashed and filled in the blink of an eye. The start up complete, the visor slid to the side of her head, disappearing.

Slowly eyelids peeled open displaying glowing purple limbal rings against violet irises, black painted nails curled around the edge of the container before she slowly pulled herself up to stand. She quietly stood, eyes roving over the mess of an apartment before they settled on the blond man fumbling with the large booklet.

She quietly ‘tsk’ed’ before she spoke in a gruff, slightly annoyed voice. “So you’re my master?”

Nael startled, throwing the book in the air where it hit the side table knocking off everything to the floor. With a wince from the noise, he turned at the waist to stare at the android girl with wide eyes. His eyes drifted down to where her shirt was still wide open before he covered his eyes with a yelp.

“Your shirt!” he exclaimed with embarrassment as if he hadn’t just been between those very breasts a moment ago.

The android glanced down and then back at him before she buttoned her shirt back up and tied her apron back into place before folding her arms and glowered down at the man without a word.

The lack of rustling fabric gave Nael the chance to peek between his fingers to see if the woman was decent before he let out a relieved breath and slowly stood. Now that they were both standing Nael looked down at the drone whose head barely hit his shoulders, why did subconscious him decide to make the tiniest thing he's ever seen?

She spoke again, “Well?”

“Well what?”

“My name, what's my name!?” she exclaimed, Nael stiffened as he glanced around. They didn’t come with names? He wasn’t the best with naming things…he had a gold fish back in the day called ‘Goldie’ but something tells him that she would not like the name of a goldfish. Even his screen names and emails were some variation of his name. His eyes darted to the serial number printing in big letters on the crate.

‘WD-ID Unit Zeta-010000’

“U…z…and a 1…Uzi…”, yeah that seems good and it’s the name of a gun that seemed to match, small and aggressive.

“Uh, Uzi, your name is Uzi.” He said finally. She stared at him before nodding, seemingly satisfied with that name.

“So what now, Master?” Uzi asked.

“U-uhm my name's Nael…but people call me N, the whole ‘master’ thing doesn’t really sit right with me…”

She nodded, “Alright N, what would you like me to do?”

“Oh! Oh right, uh I sorta…ordered you while black out drunk…and I think I intended to have some help cleaning.”

Uzi hummed before she started to pack up her box, “Alright, let’s start with this, the most obvious thing to clean up.”

N made a move to help her pick up the heavy box but was nearly bowled over when Uzi unceremoniously picked up the heavy coffin with as much trouble as she would have picking up a tissue. Her visor slid over her face as the 3D imprint of a map displayed, a dotted line leading to the dumpsters. Moving the coffin to balance on her shoulder she used her free hand to open the front door of the apartment. The sound of it slamming shut startled N out of his stupor as he fisted the front of his bangs tightly.

“What the fudge is happening right now…did I ask for a super strong maid or are they all like that???”

He patted his pockets to locate his phone before pressing a number in and placing it to his ear, his foot tapping nervously. A few rings and a bored feminine voice answered.

“What did you do now N?”

“V! Is your android super strong??”

“Woah, slow down! Yours’ came in?”

N nervously bit the knuckle of his finger, nodding to a recipient who couldn't see it, “Yeah…yeah I ordered her while drunk and she's crazy strong, she just lifted her box single handedly and walked out the door!”

“She? You ordered a female worker drone? Gotta admit N, I thought you’d have ordered a male one to hang out with…You need some actual testosterone to balance your life that seems to be full of women.”

“Take that up with Drunk N! Please answer my question, I need to know if this is normal before I freak out!”

“Alright! Alright! Calm your tits! I wouldn’t say Lizzy is strong per say, but she can lift more than I thought she could. Strength was listed in the survey, you probably slid the bar pretty damn high if yours’ is lifting stuff like crazy.”

Strength was a part of the survey? How detailed was this thing? He was never going to let Drunk N take the wheel again for important purchases again, who knows what else his subconscious ordered. He might even swear off alcohol forever at this point. 

“So what’s she like? What did your more uninhibited side order?” came a sly question from his coworker and long time friend.

“Uh, she's small…real small like five-two. She’s got purple hair and some like…emo rocker style going on…”

There was silence on the phone for such a long time, N pulled it away from his ear to check to see if his call got dropped. Tentatively he put it back to his ear, “V...?”

Loud laughing caused him to pull the phone away from his ear with a wince, it continued for some time and N could practically see V doubled over laughing with tears in her eyes.

“I-I always knew you were secretly freaky N!”

N narrowed his eyes and pouted indignantly, “I am not!”

“I bet you even order night services too, you degenerate.”

“What does having them clean up at night have to do with anything?” he asked, confused. “Also, I don’t know what I ordered! She’s only said like two sentences to me, I can’t tell her personality from that yet!”

“No you idiot, night services means–you know what, no I am not going to explain that to a grown ass man. Anyways good luck N, sounds like you’re gonna need it.”

The call ended before N could even reply as he stared at the ‘call ended’ screen on his phone even more confused than before. A harsh knock brought his attention back to the door as he tentatively opened it to see Uzi looking slightly annoyed.

“I left without grabbing the key to get back in…”

“Oh! Oh yeah I’ll give you a copy so you can leave freely while I’m not home.”

Uzi nodded making her way back into the apartment, her visor was still active as it scanned the whole room. Without a word she made her way to the kitchen area and pulled out a trash bag before she started picking up the discarded wrappers. N watched awkwardly before he took out his own trash back and began collecting cans and other recyclables. 

The android quirked an eyebrow as her visor slid back from view. He ordered her presumably to clean and keep him company but ended up joining in the cleaning anyway? Weird dude.

With the two of them working together, the apartment was sparking clean in no time. Uzi was collecting worn and dirty clothes, putting them into a laundry basket that they had uncovered while folding. N had forgotten he even owned one, as he had just been picking out clean clothes from the pile covering it without much thought.

He almost didn’t recognize the place, did he always have a rug? Maybe this investment was better than he thought. Maybe he was wrong to doubt Drunk N.

As he watched Uzi place his dirty clothes in the wash and start the machine he smiled widely, with her around he could have more time to make actual food now! He excitedly wrote down ingredients he would need for the week. It was a bit too late in the day to go grocery shopping so he’d have to save it for another time, but for now he could order take out and not have to eat another meal replacement bar.

He typed away at his phone, ordering from a burger place nearby when he noticed a new tab open to him in the food app. Food appropriate for worker drones, curious he perused the options which included various organic foods safe for the internal workings of androids, it wasn’t all too different from what humans ate, perhaps a little more iron-rich then he was used to but nothing crazy.

He looked up to see Uzi staring at him intensely.

“Uh, I’m gonna order us food, you good?”

She blinked seemingly surprised, “You’re gonna get me food?”

“Uh yeah? Did you want something specific or…?”

“No…no I just didn’t expect it is all. Not really picky, I’ll eat almost anything.” Uzi was still looking at him strangely so he just nodded and averted his eyes to complete his order.

“Alright…” N started to wither under her stare so he cleared his throat and decided to learn more about his new…purchased…person. No he hated that, it sounded like he bought a slave. Roommate, he was going to pretend he had a new roommate!

“While we’re waiting, how about we get to know each other!”

Uzi crossed her arms with furrowed brows, “but you already know all about me…you ordered me customised.”

“Nah, it's a surprise for me too, I was uh…a little inebriated at the time I took the survey…” He scratched his head sheepishly, he could have sworn he saw an angry mark tic at her temple before flashing away. Nervously he tried to break the ice.

“Well…I’m Nael, my friends call me N. I guess it's easier to remember…sort of like a code name for work too! I’m a body guard, and I recently got promoted which let me make enough money to get you! Uh I’m twenty-five, live alone and like dogs.”

The woman sighed and sat down on the floor with her legs criss-cross apple sauce, resting an elbow on her knee and her chin in hand. 

“I’m Uzi, worker drone Unit Zeta assigned to Nael or…N. I like drafting designs of stuff to build and video games. I was assembled twenty two hours ago as a fully grown adult so I guess that could mean I’m twenty-two to humans.” she shrugged.

“You like to build?” N tapped his hand to his chin in contemplation. 

“Theres a pick and pull near here you could use to make stuff, we have to order tools though. I don't really keep anything other than a hammer and wrench around. Oh, I know! I can set up my card on your access display so you can order stuff as you like. Just uh…try to keep the total price relatively low, I get paid well but I still need to pay rent and eat.” Suddenly he was hit with the realization that he had to take care of another living being.

Uzi’s visor spread across her face again and N entered his credit card information slowly, still contemplating other things he might have to consider. “There you go! Now you can order tools you might need or even clothes and anything else you might want!”

She blinked before blushing and looking down at the floor muttering a quick thanks. A knock at the door indicated the food was here and N happily went to retrieve it leaving a flustered and confused android wondering how this guy had even customised her when they had such opposing personalities.

Over their meal they chatted a little more about likes and dislikes, more so with N as Uzi was still coming into existence, before they knew it it was night time.

N tiredly went to shower, to wash off all the sweat he built up helping Uzi scrub down his whole apartment. He lathered shampoo into his hair and wondered if androids needed to shower as often as humans, seeing as how they didn’t sweat. Quick showers were a part of his training, less time being vulnerable meant less opportunities for surprise attacks, so he quickly washed out the soap from his body and wrapped a towel around his waist and made his way to his closet. As he entered his bedroom he spotted Uzi sitting tentatively on the edge of his bed, pulling the towel a little tighter he quickly entered the closet and shut it with a blush. He already forgot he wasn’t alone anymore, he couldn’t just walk around half clothed!

Quickly pulling on some boxers and plaid pajama pants as well as a plain t-shirt he stumbled out of his closet, the tips of his hair already drying and curling up into that untamable fluffy wave. Awkwardly, he looked over to the drone woman who was looking at him expectantly.

“Guess we should figure out a sleeping arrangement huh? I don’t have any spare rooms or blankets…so I guess we can share the bed till we figure something out?”

Uzi nodded, “Should I activate Night Services?”

N’s brows furrowed, “Did I order that? We just cleaned the whole apartment, I don’t think I need you cleaning at night. Just chill for the week, even if I can't mess up a place that quickly.”

He climbed into his bed–oblivious to the strange look Uzi was giving him–the scent of freshly clean sheets meeting his nose for the first time in a while, tiredly he mumbled a good night to Uzi as she quietly settled in beside him, close but not quite touching. 

A couple weeks had passed and N grew to enjoy coming home to another living being in his home. He was still silently praising Drunk N on his achievement, Uzi was prickly but she was different enough from him that it kept him stimulated in conversation. 

They still hadn’t figured out the sleeping situation, Uzi ran too hot to sleep on an inflatable; they learned that in the middle of the night when it popped from under her and scared N so badly he went into full body guard mode thinking someone was breaking in, covering Uzi protectively under him as he pointed his gun at the front door.

So for now, Uzi was sleeping next to him innocently enough, he noticed she had bought herself some pajamas, and was pleased that she was ordering more stuff to her tastes. If he was being honest the whole servant clothing that Kronos Heaven had as standard left a bad taste in his mouth. He very much liked her modified hoodie and skirt combo she put together instead, her spiked leg garter was still holding up her striped socks that she never seemed to remove as well as a choker never left her neck, even in her sleep; but it suited her and he was happy she was happy.

That night as Uzi heard N quietly snore she sat up and stared at the human, violet eyes glowing in the darkness. Why hadn’t he activated Night Services yet? That was like an eighty percent on the importance scale according to her settings but he was acting like it wasn’t important at all. Her eyes turned towards the laptop that was sitting innocently on a clear desk. 

Maybe if she went through his history, she could get an idea of what he liked. Quietly she rose from the sheets and sat down in front of N’s laptop, she popped a hatch in her neck and pulled out a USB cord and plugged it into the flat piece of tech, she scanned and watched everything that N had. As he lived alone until he ordered her he never bothered to delete his history files. 

The longer she watched the redder her face got, she spent most of the night fighting off embarrassment but finished speed watching through her processors to get the general gist of what N wanted. 

“So this is why he hasn’t initiated night mode…I was going about it all wrong.” Uzi thought silently to herself. Well, in order to get this to work she needed to order a couple of things. As she slipped back into bed–with N none the wiser–she opened her visor display and made a couple of online orders.

Another week had flown by and N had successfully protected another charge and was rewarded for it. Like the last one, they had insisted on him staying to drink and celebrate his accomplishments and he relented. He did always have a hard time telling people ‘no’ and Drunk N did such a good job with Uzi, he was sure he could trust him again as he could already feel his head swimming when another drink was pushed his way.

This went on for a few more hours as N went way over his threshold for drinking, he called a taxi and stumbled his way back into his apartment. This time he managed to remove his shoes and clothes without face planting into the floor, leaving him in just boxers and socks before he fell face first into his pillow; unaware of the shadowy form looming over him.

A quiet groan left N’s lips as he struggled to open his eyes, the hangover wasn’t too bad this time. He slept most of it off, it seemed. He moved his hands out blindly to his night stand to find more painkillers and a bottle of water which he popped open and drank down unceremoniously. He didn’t even have to open his eyes to know that it was an untampered with bottle, he smiled to himself and made a move to rub his eyes with his free hand.

“Drunk N did it again, what a swell guy! No horrifying glass of undetermined mixture gracing my mouth this morning.” He thought idly, but quickly found he couldn’t move his hand as far as he wanted. Confused, N cracked open an eye to gaze at his wrists only to find he was bound with a leather bracelet and thick rope that disappeared off the side of the bed Uzi usually slept on. He quickly tried to sit up to locate his bedmate but found that his other arm had a matching bracelet binding him down, his ankles that were tied to the bottom of his bed post had enough give for him to pull his knee up comfortably but no further.

Panic was beginning to set in, what the heck was happening?? He glanced at his alarm clock that was blaring a bright four twenty in the morning.

“Uzi!?” N called out frantically, his fog filled brain suddenly concerned with the absence of his roommate. Were they robbed in the middle of the night? Did they take her?? He strained against his bindings trying to wriggle himself free to no avail. He pulled himself up into a sitting position and looked around, his laptop was still on the desk and from what he could see through the doorway nothing was different in the living room.

He shivered a little, that's when he noticed his boxers were gone. He was sitting up right, naked as the day he was born and tied down to his bed. Looking around even more confused he wondered if Drunk N had done something stupid again, of course this happened right as he began to trust him!

N continued to struggle against his bindings, he hadn’t even noticed Uzi slip in until she was right next to him. Yelping he tried to close his legs for modesty, “Uzi! You’re ok youre–!” He stopped abruptly noticing what she was wearing, or rather wasn’t wearing.

Gone was her baggy hoodie, replaced with a see through lace bra that left nothing to the imagination, lightly dusted purple nipples peeking through. Ribbons criss-crossed their way across her navel til they met a garter belt that was holding up mesh leggings instead of comfortable striped cotton socks. The belt did nothing to hide the small triangle of purple curls pointing towards equally purple and glowing labia folds.

“Uzi wha-what are you wearing?” He was struggling to keep his eyes on hers as she climbed over him and sat at his waist. He nearly groaned feeling her damp folds against his waist so he tried instead to divert his thought process to more wholesome thoughts. “I’m not sure what's going on, but can you untie me so we can talk it out? Together?”

Uzi said nothing as she leaned forward cupping both hands over his cheeks to still his frantic movement. As she leaned forward slowly N’s heart started to leap into his throat, “W-wait! Wait, what are you doing?”

“Initiating Night Services,” was the only reply he received before soft, warm lips met his. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before, other kisses he received were quick pecks goodbye and nothing more, this was nothing like that. As Uzi’s lips moved against his she tilted her head to deepen the kiss. That foggy feeling was taking over N’s brain again and this time it wasn’t because of the hangover. He nearly forgot he was tied to a bed and naked until he felt a familiar heat coming from below. He couldn’t see it, as Uzi was all he could perceive right now but he could tell his dick was starting to stand at attention.

She pulled back a little to allow him to get in a few breaths before she pressed in again, this time nibbling at his lip to prompt him to open his mouth. He did and groaned as her tongue met his, he had never open mouth kissed anyone before either and he was sure he was being awkwardly clumsy about it, but Uzi didn’t seem to mind as their tongues danced around each other. Her quiet moans into his mouth set his heart ablaze and he instinctively bucked his hips up, bouncing her into his chest with the movement.

The thrust also broke the kiss as Uzi made to stabilize herself, tongue pooling just outside an open mouth connected to his lips through a bridge of saliva. The sight alone of his attractive roommate’s silhouette atop him in the moonlight had his cock standing at full attention. It was pressing against the curve of her ass and trailed all the way up until the tip hit her lower back.

Generally N didn’t gloat about his size, but he was becoming acutely aware of their anatomical differences in more ways than one. His thoughts came to a screaming halt when she leaned forward against his chest while simultaneously pressing her ass into his cock, lightly grinding against it.

Her arousal was coating his length in her natural lubricant and all N could do was watch as she ground into him at a torturous pace. However, the more rational part of his brain fought for some control.

“Uzi, we can’t do this! It’s not for want, it's just not–grk!” his words were cut off as she balanced his smooth tip against her folds. The girth of him against her smaller form was like forcing a large cylinder into a small hole, something had to give and he had a feeling it wouldn’t be him. N stared at the drastic difference of their near connection and his heart raced as he came to the horrifying conclusion. “Uzi it wont fit! I don’t want to hurt you!”

Uzi relaxed herself and slowly began to sheath him inside herself, ignoring his pleas. Ever so slowly she pressed his length inside her and the stretch was almost too much. She gazed down at his glazed over eyes, his head thrown back and body tense as he filled her. The pupil part of her eyes glitched into glowing hearts as she watched him pull at his restraints in a feeble attempt to stop something he didn’t even want to stop.

She spoke in a low voice finally, “You haven’t been a good boy lately N…watching dirty things in secret when you ordered me for this entire reason.” she sunk down even further on his length.

N shook his head back and forth vehemently in denial before bowing his back as he felt his dick hit a wall inside of her. She was so warm, and everything was squeezing him so tightly. Her very voice was causing his shaft to twitch inside of her.

How pathetic of him. Having to buy someone to love him, programmed to his specifications. He was content to know that she enjoyed his company enough to stay of her own accord, but now she was probably acting on some directive that she couldn’t even control.

Uzi watched a multitude of emotions flash over N’s face, “I don’t know what you’re thinking N, but if you think I’m doing this because I was programmed to, you're wrong.” She looked down to see how much more she had to go to take him all in noting that she had a couple more inches to go.

Lifting herself again till just his tip was inside Uzi slammed her hips down, she repeated the process until the wall gave way with a sharp temporary pain that was dulled under how completely full she felt.

N’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as Uzi all encompassing warmth encased him from all sides, he could feel every twitch and all he could do was grasp at the ropes binding him down and hold on for dear life. 

“I might be an artificial life form, but I am a learning machine. I’ve watched how hard you work to get people to like you, to do a good job your whole life and not get back the love you put out.” Uzi proclaimed, as she lifted herself again about halfway up his length that was glittering with fluids, strings of arousal forming each time she lifted her hips before being destroyed and remade each time she slammed her hips back down with a moan.

Still she continued, beginning with a steady roll of her hips “You told me when we first met that I can get anything I might want, well I want that love, for myself.” she punctuated with another rough thrust that had them both throwing back their heads in a ragged moan.

Her pace quickened and soon he was sliding in and out of her with ease as she fully accommodated him. Steady wet noises of skin hitting artificial skin filling his bedroom, he couldn’t think straight anymore, all he could think of was Uzi. N listened to her proclamation and willed himself not to cry, she's been watching him come home all this time dead tired but still wanting someone to talk to.

“I know it’s not right, but…I-I think I love you Uzi. Even though I entered my preferences–” he grunted as her hips slammed back over his roughly, “I-I can’t help it, when you’re actually the one being who listens to me!”

He chanced opening his eyes to look at her face, although she was blushing quite heavily she was smiling. That's when he noticed she had visible fangs and his whole body heated up, Uzi’s grin grew even more as she felt him tense and grow within her. He liked fangs, did he?

Uzi leaned forward without breaking their connection or momentum and nuzzled his head to the side to expose his neck, she watched his adam's apple bob in his throat nervously as she nibbled a soft part where his neck and clavicle met.

A full body shudder ran through him and into her causing her to smile against his skin, then without warning she bit down, just hard enough to cause a bruise to form. His reaction was immediate, he thrust his hips up into Uzi, rocking them up and down. The bed was creaking from both the movement and from his straining against his bonds. He wanted to touch her, pull her close as he pounded into her from underneath.

Both of their motions were becoming erratic, N could feel his balls tightening and a familiar heat rolling from them and up his length as the pressure built to near impossible levels for him to control. With one more shaky thrust upward he cried out in release, as he emptied out months worth of repressed cum into the smaller woman. 

Uzi cried out at the intense heat filling her artificial womb, the feeling of his orgasm spreading through her body causing her to curse and clench around him, milking him for all his worth and following him into ecstacy. It became apparent however that she couldn’t contain all of it as it started to spurt from between their connection, spilling and forming a large dark puddle underneath them.

She finally released her bite on him in favor of laying on his heaving chest, sticky with sweat. Uzi could feel his cock twitching inside her, spurting pathetic bursts of cum and her grin returned.

She sure was glad she assigned herself to this assignment, she had always seen N rushing to and fro across the street from morning to night working hard and looking drained but still taking the time to take down a purse snatcher that soft look in his eyes turning hard. That drastic shift perked her interest and when the email appeared in her inbox at two in the morning she deleted all matches and put herself at the top of the list.

Now he was finally hers, in more ways than one and she was never letting him go.

Uzi slowly pulled away from N, letting him watch his own cum come flowing from between her legs with a heady blush before she slowly laid at his side nestling in the crook of his shoulder and resting a hand across his chest, she pulled his comforter up and over them  before slowly closing her eyes with a content sigh.

They both drifted off into sleep, forgetting that N was still restrained and would likely be very sore in the morning.