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Neil couldn’t help the wince as Andrew inserted his scalpel into the fleshy part under the knuckle of his left ring finger. They’d done this so many times it wasn’t that the pain bothered him so much. But the first incision was always the hardest. When his heart was racing in his chest, blood pumping furiously around those parts of himself that were still flesh and blood.
Andrew looked up, gaze pinning him to the spot, assessing and reassessing Neil’s reactions no matter how many times Neil said yes, I want this – please Andrew , he was always checking for signs of regret.
“Go on Drew, I’m ok,” Neil reassured his partner, and watched through his one real and one mechanical eye as Andrew sliced his open his finger. It was the only one left on that hand that hadn’t been changed, the rest of his digits a mishmash of mechanical and electrical. None of them matched, all of them variations of Andrew’s experiments. Neil loved them all, loved having Andrew’s visions permanently placed onto his body, more Andrew’s than anyone else’s, even Neil’s. He was the living, breathing embodiment of body modification, all modified by the loving hands of the only man he would trust to peel back the layers of his skin and muscle, to saw through bone and gristle and turn him into something other, something different, something new.
His mechanical eye whirred, as blood dripped sluggishly down his hand, and Andrew reached for the small electric drill he’d placed on the tray beside the medical chair. Their garage had been converted a long time ago, part mechanics workshop, part surgical theatre. Neil felt the stirrings of excitement the minute he pushed through the door, for whatever new mod Andrew had devised, for the way it would soon become a seamless part of Neil – shiny and new and nothing at all like what had come before.
Adrenaline coursed through Neil’s veins, he could feel himself throbbing and hard, at the mere thought of the way the drill would vibrate deliciously as it cut through the bone. He knew it was fucked up; how much he loved it. Most people who had mods wanted to be put to sleep while they were fitted, to not know the damage that had to be done to their body to accommodate the new tech. Not Neil. Neil wanted to watch those clever hands of Andrew as they worked him open.
He wondered if it was obvious to someone else, most people these days had one or two mods, something useful that would help improve daily life. A reinforced arm, maybe a hand designed for fine-detailed work, sometimes an eye that doesn’t get tired after long days of staring at a screen. Neil though, was always the most modded person in the room. He clanged slightly as he walked from the amount of metal sewn into skin; most of both legs, the whole of his right arm, most of his left hand, his right eye, a section of his spine, and several ribs.
It caught people’s attention when he walked into a room. Made him other . But it wasn’t so different from the stares people used to give him from the scar tissue that covered most of his skin, the way his right eye used to be a burned-out socket before Andrew had lovingly recreated the exact color blue for his mechanical replacement.
It helped that Andrew looked at him and only saw Neil. Neil with Andrew’s work embedded in him. Andrew who pressed reverent kisses to warm skin and cool metal in equal measure, who never failed to bring Neil right to the edge with the way he didn’t bat an eye at the blood and the meat as he chopped it away.
Andrew paused now, drill in hand, and looked up at Neil once more though this time there was a wryness to his expression as he watched the way Neil’s stomach tensed and trembled with anticipation.
“This is going to hurt,” Andrew deadpanned, free hand coming up to rub soothingly over Neil’s patchwork ribcage.
“Good.” Neil replied defiantly, terrible smile cutting across his face. Andrew gave him an approximation of a smile in return, something closer to a smirk but just as rewarding.
“Fucking junkie, if you come before I’ve fitted the new piece, I won’t fit your new leg upgrade next week,” Andrew warned him, not waiting for an answer before turning on the drill and the quiet whir of the drill filled the space between them.
Neil trembled, as Andrew brought the drill down to his finger ever so gently. The blood was still flowing but Neil knew Andrew would staunch it as soon as the joint was removed. He couldn’t deny the way his cock jumped as he began to feel the impacts of the blood loss, the intoxicating wooziness, that only served to feed his arousal.
It was only a finger, and Neil was almost disappointed that he only felt the vibrations of the drill for a few moments before Andrew was gently placing his severed finger to the side. He admired the empty space where his last flesh and blood finger had been, one more piece of himself that he could replace with his own freewill.
Renee had called it reclaiming his body, after so much had been done to it against his will, Andrew called it, him a horny little body mod junkie, who just wanted to chase a high. Neil figured they were both right in their own ways, it was reclamation, it was freedom, and it was an addiction; he loved looking at all the ways he’d chosen to change fundamental parts of himself.
Andrew sat watching him, while he staunched the blood from the amputation, ostensibly monitoring his vitals but also his pupils were expanding as he watched Neil struggle to not shove a hand down his pants and relieve his aching cock.
Andrew shook his head a little, “You really love this don’t you?” it wasn’t a question – not really, Andrew knew Neil better than anyone, knew exactly how much he craved this.
“So pretty, all strung out and desperate to be sliced open like this. Soon there won’t be a part of you that I haven’t had my hands on, or in.” Andrew murmured, peeling back the gauze to check on his handiwork. Neil couldn’t hold back the moan at Andrew’s words, a pulse of pre-cum staining his pants as he watched Andrew methodically begin the process of attaching his new finger.
It was tricky work, ensuring the nerve endings were aligned and the fit was snug enough for the skin to meld to the metal and yet Andrew made it look easy. Within minutes he was fixing the skin membrane around the join and covering it over with more gauze. It would be a few days before Neil would be able to admire his new finger properly, but he was more interested in Andrew finally putting his hands on him than anything else.
Andrew took his time though, disinfecting the chair, carefully cleaning down his tools and disposing on Neil’s old finger. Neil was practically vibrating by the time Andrew made his way back over to the medical chair, itching to feel Andrew underneath his fingers. Andrew straddled the chair, and Neil’s lap in one swift movement and Neil groaned as the weight of him pressed against Neil’s cock.
Andrew gave that half-smile again, golden-brown irises eaten up by his pupils, as he leaned forward to capture Neil’s lips in a heated kiss.
Andrew didn’t have many mods, but Neil felt the cool metal of his mechanical shoulder as he pressed his hands up and under Andrew’s t-shirt and moaned helplessly at the sensation of it under his palms. He was shamelessly rutting up against Andrew as Andrew’s tongue slid against his own sinfully. Andrew wriggled a hand between them, to palm at Neil’s clothed cock, the pressure just enough to have Neil crying out as he came in his pants like a teenage boy.
Neil sagged back against the chair, struggling to catch his breath, mind already whirling with what Andrew could do next.
Andrew pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, with a small, huffed laugh, “come on junkie, let’s get you cleaned up before you start getting too many ideas.”
Neil laughed, still boneless from his orgasm and let Andrew pull him to his feet and guide him into the main house. His hand was throbbing under the bandages, Andrew’s arm was warm around him, and he was happy – so very happy.