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"What an amazing feat it will be to speak to oneself."
Clovis had just successfully scanned a copy of his consciousness into his assistant Exo frame, and was admiring his work. The first reset had already been performed, the Exo had nearly strangled himself the first time around. Likely from the shock.
"I suppose it will take some time to get used to this. Truthfully I expected that he would think as I do, and therefore mirror my movements and speech patterns. The last time that happened... Unfortunately we had to terminate the man. Nearly lost my life then." He shuddered at the thought.
"Hello," Lorien spoke softly to the Exo, sitting on the edge of the bed. "How do you feel?" Clovis watched her carefully, tapping his chin.
"Like I woke from a bad dream. Though, seein' you makes the nightmare go away." She giggled- this was definitely a piece of Clovis alright.
"He does think like you," she pointed out. "What should I call you? I'm Lorien- but you likely already knew that."
Clovis moved to stand behind her, placing a hand on the small of her back. "I've called him Banshee since his creation. I think the name suits you." He nodded to his counterpart, who shrugged in agreement.
After a moment, Banshee took Lorien's hand and kissed it, lacing their fingers together. He shared a glance with Clovis, who had slipped his hand under her shirt and was teasing the waistband of her pants down. His fingers brushed along her skin, making her shiver.
Before long the three of them returned to Clovis' quarters, and once the door locked, Lorien was pulled against his chest, her back to him as his arms wrapped around her from behind. Banshee ran his hands over her, gently, almost as if she might break if he applied too much pressure.
"Yer gorgeous," he purred, his voice low and slightly raspy. "Think I might have dreamt about you. Not sure though, but I know I ain't dreaming now." He cupped her cheek, running his thumb along the bone there.
She had taken his free hand and pulled him into a kiss just then- his lips were surprisingly soft for being made of metal. A soft moan left her, and Banshee deepened the kiss, moaning in return.
"While I'd love to let you two continue, I'm feeling much like a third wheel here," Clovis piped in, gently pulling her away from the exo, who growled in disapproval. "Don't worry, you'll have her soon enough."
"Oh I'm in for one hell of a night, aren't I?" Lorien giggled as Clovis then crushed his lips against hers. His hands began to roam her body, moving past the fabric of her clothing to caress her skin.
"I believe we're all just a little too overdressed for this occasion." He licked her bottom lip before pulling away. The men made quick work of her clothes, and she lay on the bed, watching as they both removed theirs.
She'd always loved watching Clovis undress- especially the way he took off his glasses and labcoat.
Once they were naked, she spread her legs invitingly, propping herself up on her elbows.
Banshee climbed on and hovered over her, his cardiac drive racing wildly as he scanned her body. He traced the lights that danced across her skin, inching ever closer towards her heat. Meanwhile Clovis came to sit behind her, pulling her against his chest and resting his hands on her hips. He leaned down to kiss along her neck and shoulder, which made her shudder with pleasure. One hand laced with his while the other she placed against Banshee's chest.
"Do what you'd like, Banshee. I'm yours." She whispered, her chest rising and falling rapidly with the increasing desire that coursed through her. His fingers continued to tease their way down towards her heat, and when they brushed against her inner thighs, she moaned. The Exo looked at Clovis, who nodded slightly.
"Guide me?" Banshee asked her, his eyes dimming slightly as he did. With a nod, she took his hand and bent the last two fingers, leaving the index and middle on their own. Taking his wrist, she guided him down between her legs, lightly pressing his fingers against her folds- she gasped at the chill of them, but her hips jerked instinctively, and the Exo's eyes dimmed to almost nothing.
"Now," she whispered, moving his fingers closer towards her entrance. "Ease them in..." Once his fingertips brushed against her, Lorien bit her lip and moved her hips to force him deeper. "Banshee..." She moaned, her head now slack against Clovis' chest.
"Well done." He cooed into her ear, pressing a kiss to her cheek as he began to play with her hair, nuzzling along her shoulder and neck while he began to palm one of her breasts.
Banshee had found a good rhythm and was moving his fingers in and out, scissoring and stretching her deliciously. Her arousal coated his fingers, and when Clovis took over, he'd been curious; never breaking eye contact, he licked his fingers clean, groaning at the taste. *He wanted more.*
His counterpart had instructed their lover to lay on her back, and her hips were propped up just as Clovis began to devour her.
"Clovis!" Lorien cried, fisting the sheets and writhing slightly. The Exo held her steady, leaning down to kiss her and swallow her cries. She blushed at her lingering taste on his lips, one hand pulling him down to deepen the kiss. It wasn't much longer before she fell apart, and Clovis let none of it go to waste. He sighed softly as her high began to wear off, pressing a kiss to her folds before pulling away, crawling over her and cupping her cheek.
"Tell us what you want, my dearest. You are *ours*..."
"You...inside me, now. Banshee..." She reached for him, and their hands linked instantly.
"Can't do much more than that just yet. I'm here, love." The way he said 'love' made her heart ache.
Clovis then began to grind his hips against hers, pulling one of her legs up around his waist as he pushed himself inside- and somehow she felt better than ever before. She let out a long moan, her back arching up into him while weaving her fingers into his hair and pulling lightly.
Banshee kept his eyes on Lorien as Clovis had his way with her, squeezing her hand now and again when she whimpered- he knew it was from pleasure, but still.
His counterpart, however, seemed hellbent on making sure she couldn't walk tomorrow with how rough he was. And she took it. It was hard to deny that there was something hot about watching them.
"Eyes on me, Lorien." Clovis instructed, pressing his forehead against hers as together they soon fell apart, collapsing into a tangle of limbs while shudders ran through them, their release washing over them like a tidal wave.
Once everything calmed, Clovis rolled on his back and pulled her on top of him, Banshee propped up on his elbow next to them, tracing patterns on her back.
"I think I like this new arrangement. Though, if he's as much like you as we think he is, it's gonna take twice the energy to keep you in check."
"Nothing to worry about, darlin. He's him, I'm me. We share some traits, but trust me, I'm less stubborn and arrogant. But," Banshee looked at Clovis. "I'm gonna need you to give me one of those things. I'm not gonna be on the sidelines next time."