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Angel wandered about the lab, doing his best to avoid the red stains on the ground. It was near impossible, of course, so the sound of bloody puddles being stepped in rang out through the place upsettingly frequently. The scent of rot also completely filled the room, inescapable lest you were willing to tear your nose off. He couldn't wait to be done with this whole thing just so he could take a god damn shower and wash all the viscera off of himself - maybe even the top layer of skin, just to be sure he was really clean. He would never complain about oil or grime again if it meant that he never had to so much as see blood again, let alone have it stick to his skin. Or have to see the guts of multiple people being torn out.
He paused his wandering to stretch a bit, cursing under his breath as he popped his back. After all the years of being away from the company, he had forgotten how heavy this damn grab pack could be. Having it on for what he assumed to be multiple days straight was doing him no favors either. He reminded himself that “soon” he'll be able to take this thing off one final time and never need to touch it again as he took a deep breath, quickly regretting this as that horrid smell was all that filled his senses.
“Of course.” He sighed angrily, going back to his wandering - wanting this over and done with.
He just had to find that key card to open the door to the omni-hand. Sure, it was currently in the hands(?) of the doctor - but it's fine! It's fine! He can handle this! Just had to keep pushing through and make it out the other side. He made it this far, he could do more. He picked up a random file he found and started reading through it. He wanted to know exactly what he should be praying for forgiveness to every deity to ever exist or will exist for ever being a part of this company. Even with how sickening these reports could be, the victims still deserved to have what happened known. He just wished he knew back there. Maybe things would be different…
While Angel was spacing out trying to read of the horrors of this place without getting sick, wires inched closer to him. They were slow and careful, making sure not to make any sudden fast movements. They carefully raised themselves around his body, making sure not to make contact and alert their soon-to-be victim of their presence. Once they finally made it up to his chest they quickly tightened, wrapping completely around him in a painful embrace.
“Wh-what the-” Angel practically choked out, dropping the file in his surprise. He didn’t have any time to fight back as he fell over. He squirmed and writhed on the ground, desperately trying to break these accursed things.
“Looks like you've fallen directly into my trap, little worm.” The voice of Harley Sawyer echoed about the room, his mockery coming from one of the CRTs in the room.
“Sawyer- let me go!” Angel snapped angrily, doing his best to fight his way out of these constraints - to no effect.
“You’re well aware I won't do that. I must say, it is so easy to distract you. Just leave an unimportant document laying somewhere random and you'll stand in one single place for more than long enough to trap you. I'm sure you weren't even half way done with that useless thing.” Harley continued mocking.
“God dammit- why must you have so much control over this damned place!?” Angel nearly yelled, about ready to start biting the wires to get out.
“Simply one of the benefits of being a part of the facilities tech itself. You can thank Leith for such benefits once you meet him in hell. Now, don't go anywhere. I'll be there soon enough to deal with you.” Harley said with a light laugh, the screen buzzing out to black.
Angel angrily grunted, doing his best to tear the damn wires off! To…little success……very little success………no success, he wasn't succeeding at all. He only stopped fighting when a wire made it to his neck, tightening in a clear threat.
“Okay, okay! Fine! I'll stay put! Just chill out!” Angel snapped angrily, laying mostly still with light squirming with how uncomfortable the mixture of metal flooring and tangled wires was. The wire around his neck loosened, laying limp against his skin.
He laid there, waiting for…whatever the hell Harley was planning. He was a little surprised that he didn't just send Yarnaby to deal with him, but he was silently glad that his death wouldn't be from the maw of one of these mentally fucked up creatures. He was also glad that the place he fell wasn't covered in the same gore as most of the factory. It was instead one of the few clean spots. Didn't change the fact that laying on metal ground was still uncomfortable to all hell but at least the stench of blood wasn't going to be stuck in his nose for the rest of eternity.
He wondered what Harley meant by “be there”. Did he have an actual body? Did he have it before the company's collapse? Why would he need it? Was it only after? Did he make it himself? How? Most everything down here was falling apart at the seams and Sawyer didn't seem like the most adaptive person when things go wrong. Along with that, if he didn't have a body to begin with - how could he physically build one? Was it someone else? Who? The Prototype? He didn’t seem to be the type to give more than needed. Especially not to someone like Sawyer. This was all assuming that he did have a body! Maybe he was actually sending Yarnaby here and was just being a fucken smart arse about it.
Even with all that thinking, there was no sign of anyone. The wait was getting annoying. To pass the time he started humming a tune a younger coworker introduced him to. He didn't know the lyrics, different language and all that, but he had listened to this same tune for so long that he knew the melody by heart. While most of his other coworkers were livid that such a song was getting stuck in their head, Angel never minded the newer generation's taste. He wondered how Harley reacted whenever a scientist would bring something new in. Was he a complete old jerk about it or take a curiosity to it? Probably be an old man bastard really, he couldn't imagine someone with such a stick in the ass personality to ever ask a coworker about their music taste. He'd probably yell about it being a distraction and then subject everyone to his music taste. He seemed like the kind of jackass to do that.
“Now this is a surprise, you actually waited. I expected to come here and find you still struggling. And yet here you lie, accepting your fate.” Harley said mockingly, snapping Angel out of his thoughts to look at him.
He still had a monitor for a head that only showed one singler eye. The body, however, was a bit surprising. It was rather bare bones, like it was only a skeletal structure without any care for how it looked. This was most certainly created after the shut down of Playtime Co. They'd never allow something like this to roam around - even if it was away from the children. He was wearing what seemed to be an old lab coat that he fashioned into a raggedy hooded cloak - the dramatic bastard.
“Well considering one of your damned wires was snaken around my neck, didn’t have much of a choice.” Angel replied dryly, rather displeased with Harley’s tone.
“Either way, you’re not fighting. That’s rather surprising for the germ that’s been running around this whole facility. Causing chaos and destruction that hasn’t been seen since this companies’ shut down. In a morbid way I’m impressed, one little germ causing the same destruction that hundreds of experiments ravaging the company at once did - you must be quite the disease to achieve that!” Harley said while keeping the same disrespectful tone, clearly loving the sound of his own voice.
“Pretty sure you’re not supposed to belittle people while complementing them.” Angel deadpanned, already exhausted by Harley’s antics.
“That’s with people, not germs. Now, let’s get a closer look at you. The cameras here are frankly too poor of quality to get a proper look.” Harley hummed, willing to wires to pull, push, and overall move this little pest into a more favorable position.
Angel fought at first, hoping to use this as an opening. But one little squeeze to the neck quickly destroyed any of those ideas, so he just begrudgingly accepted whatever pose the doctor intended to put him in. He was lifted slightly to sit on his knees with his legs individually tied up, not tied together, and his arms were tightly tied behind his back. It didn’t take long for him to no longer even slightly accept the pose, trying to pull his arms free. Being trapped was one thing, this weird ass fucking pose was another! Either Harley was being a perv or he had a god complex - either way he was being a fucking freak.
“Now this truly is quite the sight! Poppy’s little savior, on his knees before me. Must say the pose looks good on you.” Harley said with a low laugh.
“Shut up Sawyer! Don’t be a fucken creep!” Angel snapped angrily, not sure which way he meant that but he was going to make sure to fight if it was in that way.
“‘Creep’? Now where does that accusation come from?” Harley asked, a little taken aback. While he could see how what he said was creepy, that wasn’t the same as being a “creep”.
“In what way does this pose look, “good on me”?” Angel questioned in an accusatory tone.
“In the sense that it is the proper position for someone like you, a pathetic little germ, to be in for someone like me, a god who has discovered the secrets behind life and death. I don’t know what way you could possibly misconstrue my words to see me as a ‘creep’.” Harley answered with an exasperated eye roll, clearly thinking of Angel as a moron instead of just having a dirty mind.
“Ah, I see. Less creepy then.” Angel said, not bothering to lower his volume at all.
“What could you- ugh, whatever. Let us move on.” Harley said, taking a knee to be on the same level as Angel as he carefully investigated his form.
This little germ was quite a sight. Messy blonde hair that went down to his shoulders, blood staining the front. He had a stubble for facial hair, he wondered if he was intentionally growing it out or if he was a quick grower. He had dark minty eyes, at least one was. The other was currently hidden behind a thing of fabric in an attempt to bandage a rather harsh injury. He reached out and trailed a metallic finger across the fabric, the feeling of felt all too familiar down here. He was willing to place a bet that he got this from Safe Haven. Harley let out a pleased hum and continued with his investigation.
He was wearing the old company coat with a middle button being utilized to keep it closed, still being as bright as the sun. The thing was tattered and blood stained now, with the left sleeve being torn off and used as a poor excuse of a bandage on an injury on said arm. Underneath the coat was a black shirt that appeared to still be intact. He had on blue jeans that were covered in stains, all the new ones being blood, and were ripped and torn in several different places. With each opening in the fabric there was either a closed injury or a lightly bleeding wound. He wondered why this pesky little thing didn’t ask for help with these from those in Safe Haven. Perhaps he didn't fully trust them to help him? How humorous, being so willing to risk your neck for those you can't even trust to bandage you up. It was quite pathetic. His shoes were absolutely covered in blood, so much so that it was difficult to tell if they were actually red or if it was just the blood.
“Well now that I've gotten a proper look at you, I can say for certain that I haven't seen you before. How curious. Someone of your talent, going undetected for how long hm?” Harley asked with a low hum, tone finally changing from mockingly cruel to curious inquiry.
“Uh…I worked here for twelve - thirteen years? Quit a couple days before the complete shut down.” Angel answered, confused on Harley's questioning.
“Interesting, very interesting. And why did you quit? Not getting the proper attention?” Harley continued inquiring, setting up his sensors to “see” the little germs’ vitals.
“Not exactly? Mix of poor working conditions, lack of room to grow, and better opportunities elsewhere led to me dipping the fuck out. Was originally planning on it being two weeks' notice but with the higher ups “suddenly” finding the funds to offer a raise I decided to get out immediately.” Angel explained, really confused on Harley's sudden interest in his personal life.
“Oh? Now why would that be? Could've sworn most decided to stay after being offered such a thing.” Harley questioned, his eye trailing up and down Angel's exposed arm.
“Because that meant they always had the damn funds and only offered it when they thought they'd lose me. I don't wanna work for a place that I gotta threaten to walk to be given the respect I deserve.” Angel answered with a shrug.
“Fascinating! I never would've believed someone else would be capable of understanding such a concept. Yet here you are.” Harley said with a happy hum.
He reached out and took Angel's left arm into his hand, the wires letting that specific arm go so he could properly investigate the limb.
“Uh, what are you doing?” Angel asked with an awkward laugh, feeling rather nervous.
“I am inspecting your body further. I advise against attempting to pull your arm away, lest you wish to deal with a broken bone down here.” Harley answered flatly, taking a good feel of the appendage.
He was rather muscular, with his skin being almost rough and thick. It was still plenty soft in comparison to everything in his lab. The way the flesh gave way to his hold, almost morphing itself under his grasp. He trailed his hands down, feeling up as much as the flesh as he could, until he landed on Angel's own hand. It was stained with blood, fitting considering that working for this company led to him metaphorically having blood on his hands - now it was literal. He traced over the crevices of his hand, feeling the calluses formed after years of blue-collar work.
“Were you a mechanic while you worked here? Your form seems almost designed for such grunt work.” Harley asked offhandedly.
“I am a mechanic. Haven't stopped. Just don't work for Playtime Co.” Angel answered, a little defensive.
“How interesting. Someone of your skill continuing with the manual work. Tell me, what possessed you to continue working with your hands instead of your brain?” Harley questioned, for once not meaning the insult.
“I use both, jackass. And the answer is obvious. I'm good at it, I like doing it, so I keep doing it. Sitting behind a desk during equations and shit ain't enough for me. Need both my mind and my body to be worken before I feel satisfied.” Angel answered with an annoyed eyeroll, getting tired of Harley feeling up his arm.
“You truly are a fascinating specimen. To need to utilize yourself to your full capacity? Not many experience such a need, you really are special. That's not even mentioning the feel of your skin. Despite your rough job it's still quite soft. Though perhaps that has to do with my own lack of frame work. It's been to many years since I last felt the flesh of another person.” Harley rambled, having the wires come back to tie the arm back into place.
“Wait- you can actually feel it?” Angel asked, surprised by the capacity of the robots’ body.
“Not exactly. “Feel” is the closest to what this is, yes. But it is much more distant than what I would get with my actual body. It does allow me to still accurately describe the texture of what I put these hands on. Case in point…” Harley explained, reaching his hand up to cup Angel's cheek - giving it a light pinch.
“Ow- what the-” Angel started, startled by Harley’s attention.
“Soft.” Harley said simply, just to prove a point.
“Alright, alright. You don't gotta prove noth- ack!” Angel started, letting out a surprised noise when Harley moved a thumb in his mouth.
“Hard.” Harley hummed as he lightly pushed against Angel's two front teeth - quickly moving his hand away before he got the idea to bite.
“The hell- that was unnecessary, what the fuck?!” Angel questioned, not entirely sure what he felt. Angry? Embarrassed? Flustered? Whatever it was, he didn't like it.
Harley ignored Angel's complaints as he brought his hand up to the top of Angel's head, running his fingers through his messy hair.
“Eugh, greasy. You are in desperate need of a shower, germ.” Harley commented, voice warping in disgust.
“No shit Sherlock, I'm covered in fucken blood! But guess what? There is no running water if this hell site! Can't exactly take a shower when you don't got water!” Angel snapped angrily, displeased with Harley’s judgement.
“Ah, right.” Harley muttered, making a noise that sounded like he was clearing his throat, “Apologies for such a comment. I can see why you couldn't fix this particular issue quite yet. Now, to continue with my experimenting.” He said, laying his hands on Angel's thighs.
“I'd hardly call this experimentin’. More like harassment.” Angel mumbled angrily, glaring at the hands currently feeling him up.
“Don't be so dramatic. I am simply seeing the extent of the physical capacity of Poppy's little savior through physical examination. I've seen plenty of your work through action, I do not need to see more.” Harley said in an exasperated tone as he continued to feel up the limbs. His thighs were also plenty muscular, though they were much softer and squishier in comparison to the arm.
“Do you plan on coppen a feel of all of me before killen me or what?” Angel asked with a deadpanned tone, done with all of Harley's touching.
“No need to be so pessimistic. Who knows - maybe I'll decide to keep you.” Harley taunted, continuing with his touchy behavior.
“Oh will you get your hands off of me already!?” Angel snapped, squirming again to get out of his grasp.
“I would rather you relax and let me feel your physical prowess. You're lucky this is the worst I'm- oh!” Harley started lecturing, cutting himself off when he noticed something…interesting.
Poppy’s savior, this pathetic little germ - had a bulge in his pants. Oh this was simply laughable! The only thing holding him back from actually bursting out in laughter was a burning curiosity. He hadn’t exactly paid any attention to this part of the parasites’ anatomy, but he was rather certain that this wasn't there before. So what could have caused this unusual development?
“The fuck are you “oh"ing about???” Angel questioned in complete confusion, wondering if he should be pissed or concerned.
“It seems a part of you has gotten rather…excited from my touch. I am, of course, rather flattered that my attention could bring you so much ‘joy’.” Harley answered with a light chuckle, still not removing his hands from Angel's thighs.
“What could you possibly be on ab- what the hell?!” Angel started off as he worked to match the trajectory of Harley's own gaze, getting cut off from his shock. His face turned a bright shade of red and his mind raced in embarrassment.
“Well it's your strange bodily reaction. So you tell me.” Harley hummed pleasantly, now going back to enjoying the soft squishy feeling that came from muscular flesh.
“Fuck if I know! I shouldn't be having…this reaction in a hell hole like this! What in the unholy fuck?!” Angel exclaimed in a flustered panic.
“Hm…is this the first time you've managed to truly, for lack of a better word, “relax” since you got here? Not having to worry about getting to another location, collecting some thingamajig, or running for your continued existence?” Harley asked.
“I guess??? Had a minute in…a, place - but outside of that I haven't had a break from the chaos.” Angel hesitantly answered, confused on his point.
“I already know about Safe Haven's existence, you don’t need to hide its name from me. But, back to the point here - I have a theory. With your body still being overrun with adrenaline while you have a moment of respite there was a neuron misfire - leading to your body having a…surprising reaction.” Harley explained, eye still transfixed on the bulge.
“Quit staring at it, pervert!” Angel snapped, turning away from Harley to the best of his ability.
“Oh, I'm the pervert? You're the one with the erection - not me. Granted I no longer have the parts for such an experience. I do wonder…how would this feel?” Harley mussed, getting a disgusted look from the little worm before him.
“What in the hells do you mean by that?!” Angel questioned, unclear if it was rage or shame boiling beneath his skin.
“Well I never took the time to experiment with sexual activities. At most I dealt with the occasional difficult bodily reactions in my teens - but never with another person. I am simply curious how it would feel to engage with another in such a fashion. Unfortunately, I do not have the parts needed to have a proper experiment done. Though…I could always use these hands to bring you to that state of pleasure. I wonder if it would feel any different from self-pleasuring - outside of the obvious texture difference.” Harley explained, half talking to himself. He let go of Angel's left thigh and reached for his crotch.
“Hey, no! Nope, nope, nope, nopity, nope nope nope, nope! Fuck no! Bad touch!” Angel quickly snapped, shutting his legs tightly in an attempt to prevent any said touching. His face burned bright in his embarrassment.
“I fail to see what your issue could be. If you allow me to commit this little test then your problem will go away faster than it otherwise would.” Harley said with an annoyed eyeroll, though he did stop reaching for Angel's junk.
“I don't care how long it takes, I'd rather wait it out then let a man like you touch me like that!” Angel exclaimed angrily.
“Oh please, while I am very aware that I am no longer human - my form can hardly be considered unattractive.” Harley waved off.
“That’s not the problem, the issue is that you're a psychopathic child torturer! Touch me any other way, but keep your hands outta my pants!” Angel continued to protest, face now as red as a tomato. Only the gods could tell if this was out of anger or shame.
“Unfortunately for you, I'm fixated now. And I don’t move on till I'm satisfied with the results. Fortunately for you, your compliance is a necessity here. I can’t get a description of the effects if you clam up on me.” Harley said. He kept his hand on Angel's right thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb.
“Or you could take the L and stop trying?” Angel offered with a nervous laugh.
“While I am not certain what that term means, I can assure you that I am not backing down.” Harley replied with a flat tone.
“Course’ not, can never be that easy.” Angel muttered, wishing he had just stayed with Doey till he felt better.
“Now, how about a deal?” Harley offered, wanting an idea of Angel's agreeability before laying out options.
“A, deal..?” Angel questioned in confusion.
“Yes, a deal. I give something to you, and you let me experiment with this organ of yours.” Harley explained with a pleased hum. If he had a mouth, he would have smiled. The fact that Angel was even willing to ask meant that he was considering it.
“Well…what are you offering?” Angel asked hesitantly. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know or not.
“I could let you go. Off on your merry way to do…whatever mission Poppy has for you.” Harley suggested with a low hum. As far as he was concerned, he already won.
“Or I could break out on my own without your pervasive touching.” Angel replied, not bothering to hide his disgust.
“I could also call off Yarnaby. I'm sure your little fetch quests will be much easier without him stalking you around these halls. This offer only extends to you, not the others in Safe Haven.” He proposed with a sly tone.
“Or I could defeat him like I have with every other toy that aimed to kill me down here.” Angel spat out. He didn't want to think about what that truly meant. How many he killed just to survive…he really didn't want to add another to that body count. But, it was better than giving into Harley's demand.
“Well, I didn't want it to come to this - but I see no other option here.” Harley sighed, finding this pesky little germs’ will rather bothersome.
“Uh- c-come to what???” Angel squeaked, really hoping that he wasn't going to have to try and eat through the wires while trying to prevent Harley's invasive hands from touching anymore of him.
“Here is my final offer. I'll let you go from this trap, have Yarnaby stop stalking you throughout the labs, and give you the omni-hand. That is what you came here for, no?” Harley offered. While he was unhappy with giving up something of such value, he didn't really need it anymore while hooked up to the facility. Additionally, there was no way this pathetic worm would be able to get it otherwise.
Angel went completely still and silent, thoughts flying through his head at mach ten. Did he hear that right? Was he really just offering the omni-hand? What if it was another trap? How could he be sure? And who in their right mind would offer that just to give a handy?! Not even receiving! How in the hells did he get into this situation???
“Well~ I'm waiting.” Harley teased in a singsong tone, tapping his finger against Angel's thigh. His victory was practically in his hands; he only needed to wait a little longer.
“I…” Angel mumbled out, voice trailing off as he weighed his options. Either he could fight his way out of the wires, decommission Yarnaby, deal with whatever final trap Sawyer obviously had in his main room, and get the omni-hand. Or…he could accept his fate and get the omni-hand, assuming he was telling the truth. While there was no way to confirm, the reward was now severely outweighing the price. There was only one real choice to make, he could only hope he wouldn't regret it.
“Fine…” Angel muttered out, face and neck burning as though it was on fire. Gods this was humiliating.
“Hm? ‘Fine’, what?” Harley questioned with a happy hum. He needed no elaboration, but he wanted to hear him say it.
“You- you win. You can…experiment with me. Just, try and be careful alright? I'm a bit more fragile than the toys down here.” Angel replied with a light stammer, still being rather quiet. Fuck, the shame was going to eat him alive before any of these mentally ill toys.
“Oh don’t you worry one bit! I'll be gentle with your pathetic little form. I will not be breaking anything. At least, not today.” Harley said with a low laugh, delighting in Angel's submission.
“Do you have to be such an asshole about it?” Angel muttered in annoyance.
“Only for as long as I enjoy it.” Harley hummed, pushing Angel's thigh to the side - having his legs spread slightly.
“Can you at least shut up so I don’t have to hear your grating voice?” Angel snapped angrily, thoroughly displeased.
“Hm…nope! It's too much fun toying with you.” Harley laughed, unzipping Angel's pants and pulling out his cock.
It was a decent size, a little above four inches in length while half hard. Harley wondered just how much that size will increase once properly erect. He wrapped his hand around the organ, completely covering it with the size of his hand.
“Mhm!” Angel noised, his body jolting at the sensation. He quickly turned his head away and shut his eyes tight, not wanting to have a reminder of where he really was.
“Now, how does this feel?” Harley inquired. He really was going to be treating this like an experiment.
“I-I don’t know??? Fine, I guess? Your hand is surprisingly warm.” Angel answered with a snappy tone.
“My body still produces heat, much like most electrical technology. Though it is much different than the warmth you'll get from a human.” Harley hummed, more than happy to explain how this robotic form worked. After all, there was no one else to share it with.
He started moving his hand slowly, going up and down the entirety of the length. From just covering the tip with what would be his pinky finger to the base of Angel's cock. Angel couldn't help but release breathy sounds, much to his own annoyance. He didn't want Harley knowing that he was “enjoying” this. He just wanted this over and done with.
“And this? I can only assume good, with the noises you're making. Your heart rate is even increasing.” Harley asked in a casual tone.
“It feels- uh…it feels f-fine. Yeah, j-just fine.” Angel replied, mentally cursing Harley for his insistence on reminding him of where he was.
“Hm, would a faster pace give better results?” Harley wondered aloud, already increasing the speed slightly just to see.
“A-ah~” Angel moaned out, quickly biting his bottom lip to prevent any more sounds. His face turned an even brighter shade of red in embarrassment.
“Ah, yes - it appears so.” Harley hummed happily, now keeping at that pace.
“Sh-shut, up, S-Sawyer.” Angel stammered out, doing his best to hold back any other moans.
“Your heart rate has increased even further, alongside your body temperature. How interesting…if I could take a look into the hormonal releases as well this experiment would be much more valuable. If only I still had access to the brain scanner…” Harley observed, mostly talking to himself.
Angel just rolled his eyes in annoyance at Harley's inability to shut the fuck up. He couldn't believe he was doing this. Harley was a monster! Yet here he was, letting him give him a handjob! There must be something wrong with him to be letting this happen. Shame kept eating away at the back of his brain, making him wish he could just shut the damn thing off. He kept gnawing at his lip, not wanting to release any other sounds.
While Angel was fighting against any verbalization of enjoyment - his cock still revealed how the pleasure was affecting him. It was now fully erect, appearing to be a good six inches, and leaking pre-cum. Harley moved what would be his thumb over the tip and used the pre to slick up the appendage.
“How does this feel now? From what I remember, stimulation improves with additional lubrication. Would this assessment be correct?” Harley inquired.
Angel said nothing, at this point chewing on his tongue to distract himself from the sensation. Harley sighed and leaned forward, bringing his screen right next to Angel's face.
“My dear insect, I need you to comply and answer any and all questions I present to you. If you don't, I'll take it as you backing out of the deal - meaning the omni-hand will stay with me.” Harley threatened with a low purr, continuing slickening Angel's cock.
Angel flushed hearing that tone. Fuck, why was it so hot from him? He almost wanted to continue to defy him - just to see what other insults or threats he could get. But that ran the risk of it being interpreted as backing out. He was pretty sure that testing Harley's patience was a terrible idea. He took a breath in an attempt to steady himself, only to be hit with a reminder of where he was when the horrid smell hit. No way to really ground himself here, just had to go for it.
“I-it feels…marginally better, th-than before.” Angel said slowly, biting his cheek every time there was a hitch to his voice - hopping to prevent any moans.
“Hm~ good boy.” Harley hummed, leaning back to give Angel a bit more space.
“N-ngh, ah~” Angel moaned out, the praise getting to him. He mentally cursed for not controlling himself.
“Oh? Now that is interesting. Do you like it when I call that? Would you be more agreeable if I called you that more?” Harley questioned.
“Shut up, mhm, S-Sawyer! I'm not…I'm not going to just, ha~, su-submit to you with just a f-few words!” Angel argued, wanting to hide his face away so his embarrassment wouldn't be so damn obvious.
“Hm…now I don't think that'll be true. I believe that you'll fold when your own interest is enabled. Won't you, good boy~” Harley teased, the smugness obvious in his voice.
“Nyeh~ f-fuck, mhm!” Angel moaned, now getting pissed at himself. Gods dammit, it shouldn't be so hard to control his own voice!
“It appears my theory is correct. You gain pleasure from being praised. I can practically see your heart skip a beat every time. Positive reinforcement seems to be the way to go if I wish to tame you.” Harley said with a laugh, enjoying the power difference here.
“For f-fucks sake Sawyer! Just sh-shut up al-already! Why do- ah~ ngh! Why do y-you care so much a-about my, mhmhmhm~, my k-kinks?!” Angel snapped, absolutely livid at Harley's never ending teasing.
“Well it is quite simple, if I engage with you properly then you'll be more likely to accept your station here. This includes making this experiment actually enjoyable for you.” Harley answered in a casual tone, like he was talking about the weather.
“G-gods you're, nyeh~, you're so a-annoying!” Angel continued to snap, not wanting to give Harley any satisfaction.
“Maybe I am, but I'm also the one who will bring you to the point of ejaculation. Tell me, how long has it been since you've enjoyed this pleasure?” Harley teased in a low tone, causing a knot to tie in Angel's stomach.
“I-I- mhm! I d-don't know…I-I've, a-ah~, lost track of how long I've b-been down- nyeh~ fuck! Been d-down here…” Angel answered, the pleasure clouding his mind - shame melting away as the siren's song of climax called to him.
“Well, from the time before you entered this hell. When was the last time you enjoyed such heaven?” Harley hummed, keeping his tone low. He wanted to see if this tone helped the little germ with his little defiance issue.
“A-about- ngh! About a w-week before, ah~” Angel answered, his legs trembling.
“Mhm~ that's it. That's a good boy. Relax, enjoy, and answer questions. That's all you have to do here.” Harley chuckled lowly.
“Ah~ f-fuuuck- mhm!” Angel moaned, his back arching a bit as his head rolled back. All rational thought vanishes from his mind when being faced with this blissful high.
Harley examined the form before him closely. His skin was glistening with sweat, Harley caressed Angel's cheek - finding him to be weirdly slick and sticky at once. Quite an odd thing, sweat was. His face, ears, and even neck was a bright shade of red - fading into a dull pink at the edges. His hair and clothes were damp and clinging to his skin. He guessed that this effect was why most fully removed clothes during coitus. His head hung back, eye closed and mouth hung open ajar as he breathed heavily. Soft whimpers and moans poured out of him, submitting to the high of pleasure. He was trembling like a wet cat, completely pathetic.
Angel leaned forward, opening his eye and finally looking at Harley for the first time since this experiment started. His gaze was glossy and unfocused; it was difficult to tell if he could actually see what's in front of him or if he was too deep in the fog to be aware of anything.
“S-Sawyer…p-please…” He mumbled out through shaky breaths.
“Hm? Now what's this about? What could you be asking of me?” Harley questioned, keeping his tone low.
“P-please, ah~, g-go faster- I, I need- mph! I need more…” Angel whined, unable to help but buck his hips in desperation.
“Well now…this is an interesting turn of events. You've fallen so deep into the throws of pleasure that you can't even remember why you fought. Normally I'd be one to leave you to suffer for your opening defiance, but luckily for you - I'm in a good mood.” Harley said, low and smug. He picked up the pace by a good metric.
“A-ah!~ f-fuck, yessss! S-so good, mmmhm! Nyeh~ fuuuck, h-haha- d-don't stop, ngh!” Angel moaned out, leaning forward further - laying his head on Harley's shoulder.
Harley jumped a tiny bit, shocked at the contact. His pace stuttered a bit, but he quickly got back into a rhythm. He hesitantly laid his free hand on Angel's head, running metallic fingers through his hair. He was slow and careful with this action, not wanting to pull on the knots.
“I can only assume that this is feeling good, would that be accurate?” Harley hummed.
“Mmmhmhm! Y-yes! It feels- ah!~ It f-feels so good, so fuuuucking good! Nyeheheh, fuck~” Angel moaned out, to blissed out to care for any dignity or honor anymore.
“Mhm, good boy. Relax and give into pleasure. You don't need to think, let me do all the hard work.” Harley chuckled, feeling his own robotic body heating up.
“Ha- haha~ f-fuck! G-gods~ mhm! N-ngh! S-Swayer, Swayer- ah!~” Angel moaned out, panting into the crook of Harley's neck.
“How long can you typically last? I wish to know how much time we have left.” Harley questioned, twirling Angel's hair on a finger.
“I-I don’t know- mhm! I n-never- ah~ never t-timed it. I think, ha~ nyeh~, th-think eight, fucking- fuck- g-gods~, eight minutes is my h-highest time.” Angel moaned out, instinctually thrusting his hips into Harley's hand.
“Good boy, just like that. Let yourself relax and fall into bliss.” Harley hummed happily, keeping his tone low - knowing how much he enjoyed hearing him talk like this.
He quickly ran a few mental calculations, figuring that they may have four to three minutes of this heaven left. He wondered how long he could push this little germ into holding back his orgasm. An experiment for another time, perhaps.
“A-ah!~ Yes~ fuck! Nyeh-heh! S-shit, mhm! J-just like that- Gods~ just like that!” Angel moaned, that knot in his gut tightening.
“You are such an interesting case study. So stubborn yet so malleable when given the right motivation. Tell me, is this any better than using your own hand?” Harley probed in a low voice.
“Y-yes!~ It's- mph! It's sooo much better! Ah~ mhm! Fuck, yesssss! Th-this is- this is heaven! Nyheh~ mhm~ f-fuck!” Angel moaned and whined, his body shaking like a leaf in a storm. He was so close…
“There you are~ you're being such a good boy for me. Who knew beneath all that strength, all the defiance, and all that will - was a good, obedient puppy. One just needs to find the right buttons to push. You love being my good boy, don't you?” Harley praised with a low chuckle. It almost felt like a knot was forming in his own gut, needy for something.
“Y-yes! F-fuck, yes! I-I'm, ah~, your good boy! I-I wanna be y-your good boooy! Mhm! Nyheh! Ha- haha~ fuck! J-just keep talking, p-please! I-I need- ngh! I need t-the sound, a-ah! I need t-to hear y-you!” Angel moaned, desperately thrusting into Harley's hand.
“Oh? Now that is rather interesting. Do you like my voice? I believe you called it “grating” only a few minutes before.” Harley inquired, rather curious about this development.
“I-I lied! Y-your voice, ah~ f-fuuuck, your voice is h-hot as fuck! It's so hot, so fucking hot! I just- mhm! I j-just didn't w-want, ah yes~, want to g-give into my k-kinks- ngh! Nyheh- ha~ Gods- fuck!” Angel moaned out, nuzzling his face into Harley's neck - desperate to ground himself in some way.
“Aw, look at you~ so honest now, just how a good boy should be. Good boys are honest, obedient, moldable - and you are being such a good boy. You know what you get for being good? A reward. Your reward is your release of semen - that high of climax. Are you ready?” Harley praised, keeping his tone low and pleasant - pumping Angel's cock at an even greater speed. He wondered if the little germ would be just as susceptible to degradation. A test for another day, perhaps. He absentmindedly trailed the hand in Angel's hair down to his back, feeling the ridges of his arched spine.
“Y-yes! Oh fuck yes~ I-I'm so, ah~, so ready! P-please~ please- so close! So, mhm, sooo cl-close! Ah~ mhm~ nyeh- fuck! S-so good, so f-fucking good!~ Ngh- meh~ ha- haha~ fuck- sh-shit- gods~ a-ah! I-I'm gonna, mhm, gonna cum! So close, so~ damn c-close! F-fucking, fuck~ nyeh! R-right there! Yes~ just like th-that, f-fuck- mhm- yes- a-ah~ Sawyer!~” Angel moaned desperately, letting out a breathy moan as his orgasm hit.
Waves of pleasure engulfed him as his mind went completely blank. He painted like he had been deprived of air, all while keeping his head laying on Harley's shoulder - shoving his face into the metal neck. Soon he regained his breath, along with his senses. His face twisted in disgust as he remembered exactly where he was, who he was with…fuck. He couldn't believe he had forgotten. The high that once clouded his mind had subsided, leaving post-nut clarity to hit him like a semi-truck.
Harley, for his part, took no notice of Angel's mental anguish. He continued to run his fingers along his back as he took care of the mess made between Angel's legs - letting go of his cock and putting it back into the man's undergarments and pants. He quickly took a look at the mess that was present. Fortunately for the messy human, none got onto his own clothes. Unfortunately for Harley, the mess did get onto his own robotic form. His hand took most of the mess, but his chest and legs still had notable splotches of cum from the germs’ ejaculation. He was silently glad that there was enough fabric left lying around that finding a rag would be easy enough.
Angel pulled away, sitting back up. Harley removed his hand from the other man's back, letting him free. His face had calmed; a blush of pink was all that was left from the tomato look he had only seconds before. He looked away from Harley, once again refusing to look him in the eye.
“Well that was certainly something. I didn't expect to find such a perfect pet beneath all that feral fight. How are you feeling?” Harley inquired, finding himself feeling rather…unsatisfied? It was odd. That knot was still there, begging for something that he did not understand.
“I feel…gross.” Angel admitted, wanting to get this “final examination” over with.
“Oh? Well that's an interesting response. I was under the impression that the aftermath was its own bliss.” Harley mussed, quite curious.
“Under the right circumstances, yeah. Getting a handy from a mad scientist hell bent on finding the secret of immortality, even using orphaned children to reach such a goal - is not the right circumstance.” Angel said blankly.
“Hm…well, I suppose it can't be helped. Now, a deal is a deal. Let's get a move on.” Harley said, standing up. He willed the wires to go slack, releasing Angel from their hold.
Angel stood up on shaky legs, stumbling into Harley before pushing himself away to get some distance. He silently cursed himself for his slow recovery speed. Harley chuckled to himself seeing just how pathetic Poppy’s savior was.
“Already craving more of me, hm?” Harley teased, turning around and starting the walk to his main “office”.
“Fuck no- just, balance issues. Don't be a pervert.” Angel snapped, following behind. He wasn't sure how much he could trust this, but all he could at this point was to pray.
“Well I do hope that you don't need to be carried. I won't be helping you if you fall again.” Harley hummed.
“Fuck off, shut up.” Angel said angrily, once again exhausted with Harley's bullshit.
“I could've sworn just a few minutes ago you were absolutely desperate to hear me talk.” Harley said in a sing-song voice.
“You are exhausting.” Angel grumbled.
“Only for as long as I enjoy it.” Harley laughed.
“Do you always have to get the last word in?” Angel asked bluntly.
“Well my words are the most important in this whole facility, so yes. All discussions are improved by me being the one to end them.” Harley hummed happily.
Angel just rolled his eyes at the aggravating ego. He wanted nothing more than to smack him upside the head. The only thing stopping him was the knowledge that it would only hurt him.
They soon arrived at the room where Harley unlocked the door to the omni-hand while grabbing a random thing of fabric to clean himself off.
“It’s right in there. I'm sure I don’t need to supervise you collecting your little prize.” Harley said offhandedly, more focused on cleaning himself then Angel.
Angel hesitated a bit before heading into said room. Yep, there it was…the omni-hand. The thing that will grant him ultimate access to the entire factory. He took a deep breath and took it, waiting for whatever trap that would obviously be there to deploy. But…there was nothing. Nothing at all was triggered by him taking it. Angel left the room, keeping his eyes peeled for any changes.
“That took longer than it should have. I hope you didn't go poking around in there.” Harley lectured, finished cleaning himself off.
“No, I didn't. I just expected a trap…surprised you don't have one.” Angel said with a squint, suspicious of this.
“That’s because the “trap” is there for the access key. Even then, I would've dismantled it if it was a requirement. I am many things, including a man of his word.” Harley explained, haphazardly tossing a rag to Angel that he caught.
Angel looked at Harley with a puzzled expression, getting an eye roll from Harley. How could he possibly be so slow…
“I suggest cleaning yourself off of the sweat. I'm sure you'd rather the residents of Safe Haven not worry about why you're completely drenched.” Harley explained, leaning against a table to watch.
“Ah, right. Thanks.” Angel muttered, getting to work on drying himself off. His mind raced so quickly that it started to feel slow. Why was he being so…considerate? It was weird that a monster like Harley could ever consider the wants of another.
Harley watched carefully, taking note of every drip of sweat being scrubbed away - muscles flexing with each movement. It was…an interesting enough sight. He was certain that if it wasn't for the desperate moans he had heard only a moment before he wouldn't have cared. Yet here he was…enjoying the view. Maybe he should start experimenting with body additions.
Angel finished up and absentmindedly tossed the rag to the side before making the leave. He paused at the door and turned his head to look at him. There was a minute of silence between the two of them before Angel took a breath.
“Thanks Harley. You're surprisingly helpful when you want to be.” Angel said with a gentle tone and smile.
“I- …don't mention it. This was only for my own benefit.” Harley said slowly, feeling the knot tighten in his gut.
“Yeah, of course. Can't expect anything better from you.” Angel sighed, leaving the room.
Harley found himself wanting to reach out, to tell this annoying little pest to stay. Fuck, what was wrong with him? No, no…there was nothing wrong with him. Just a curiosity. That's all. He just needed to get all these questions out of his system and then he'd never have to think about this again. He was sure of it.