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Love was unfamiliar. Love was confusing. Terrifying. V1 had been taught to fight, not to love, and though they felt as deeply as any other sentient being, the instinct was to hide from it. Shield themselves.
Fortunately, they soon found they couldn't hide from Gabriel's obsessive worship, his big gentle hands around their waist, down to their thighs, guiding their legs open. Usually, they were the one who looked at him with hunger, the need for his blood, yet tonight was different. Gabriel gazed at them like they were the Last Supper.
"My salvation…" he mumbled, kissing the inside of their thigh. V's fans kicked up, their artificial heart pounded. Gabriel was the only being they allowed to touch their body, especially like this. His mouth only continued, peppering every inch of V's thighs. He'd discovered their fear of love and lavished his affection on them to the point where they'd overheated multiple times in his embrace.
"May I have the privilege of satisfying you?"
V1 knew he'd stop the instant they showed any discomfort. Gabriel's devotion was pure. That was what filled them with such overwhelming desire for him, how genuine his love and intentions were. Ironic, the fact that they could safely say no made them want to say yes, that he'd never touch them without permission made them crave his touch even more. They nodded, sliding open their bottom panel, exposing themselves to him, offering up their body.
Finally, Gabriel pressed a kiss against their clit, slow and gentle. Their back arched when he did, pressing themselves harder against his holy mouth, writhing in the thrill it sent up their spine.
“Poor neglected thing,” Gabriel said, rubbing two fingers gently in circles against it,”It needs some love. Let me love it for you.”
It was true. No one had ever caressed the small, sensitive bud at the top of their dripping pussy. No one’s tongue had ever flicked against it, no one had ever adored and worshiped it with their fingers like Gabriel did now. V1 hadn’t thought to touch it themselves before, they’d been too busy surviving. They’d neglected their own pleasure so long, now the simplest touches sent them over. At this point, V needed to cum so bad it physically hurts. They were aching, in tears, desperate for anything Gabriel would give them. Luckily, Gabriel never could deny them very long, his tongue traced up and down their folds slowly. God, where had he learned to do this with his mouth? He kept them on his lips like a prayer. They were ready for him to shove it inside, to claim every part of them with his mouth. V needed him to. He returned up to their clit and they raised their hips to meet him, trying to grind against his face, desperate and sloppy and weak.
“Easy, Machine,” Gabriel pushed them back against the bed, gently but direct,”Let me help you.”
True, he couldn’t pleasure them properly with them as antsy as they were. But if it wasn’t killing them that his face wasn’t buried in their cunt. That he was licking them so slowly, giving them time to feel the tingle spread through their body. They whined and he shushed them gently, rubbing circles into their thigh.
“You’re doing good, V."
He was killing them. He took them into his mouth like communion, spoiling them. V's fans whirred, fighting to not overheat. The lights decorating their body turned a deep pink with arousal, their wings fidgeting and flexing, ready to pop out of their joints. Gabriel's tongue danced across their clit again and he began to suck. Devouring them. V's whole body twitched, tensing, and they grabbed for any part of them they could reach to study themselves. Their fingers dug into his shoulder. In response Gabriel loosed one hand off their waist and took theirs gently, rubbing his thumb against their hand in comforting circles. With their other hands V1 gripped the bed sheets, trying to hold themselves in place for their angel.
“I love you so much, Machine. Oh, you take it so well.”
He was so kind. If V1 could cry they would. Here they were, at peace, being tongue fucked by an angel with a smooth, soothing voice, who adored every inch of them like they were divine. Who knew exactly what made them beep and whir and sob in delight. His mouth on their perked, needy clit.
They couldn't take it. They were going to cum.
It scared them. It felt good, amazing, but orgasming hard like they felt they would overcome their systems, practically shutting them off. Left them vulnerable, open to attack. Even now, far from the endless battlefield of their past life, it frightened them to relax, to give in to pleasure. They didn't want to be hurt. The feeling was so intense they could barely comprehend it. God, why couldn't they just fuck like everybody else?
Sensation grounds them. Gabriel’s hand on theirs, Gabriel’s mouth on their body, Gabriel’s love all over them. Gabriel. He was here. And while they may fight like animals during their sparring matches, he would never truly hurt them. Gabriel loved them. Their guardian angel. He sensed their anxiety.
"It's alright. Cum for me, please. Let me give you my worship."
They gripped his hand as hard as they could, meanwhile he held them from thrashing, their body shaking, mind melting, overloaded with error messages and warnings, until they crashed, screaming in robotic ecstasy as they fell over the edge, soaking his face.
There was nothing. Their processors shot out, along with their optic, and the world faded into brilliant ecstasy. Though they never needed to breathe, they suddenly felt breathless. They floated in limbo, faintly aware of Gabriel now next to them, embracing them, slowly returning to reality in his comfort.
"...perfect, sweet little thing. My V, my everything."
Exhaustion and afterglow overtook them. They were safe, they were alive, and their angel was watching over them.
"Go ahead and rest."
Leaning onto his chest, the familiar repetition of his heart pounded in their ears, flowing blood throughout his body. They were lulled into sleep, happy, truly happy for the first time.