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They were testing new waters tonight. Wpnz and Puzzles had discussed exploring new things in bed before, but right now they didn’t have any particular things in mind. They both just sat on their knees on top of the bed together, half naked, and just seeing wherever the night takes them.
Wpnz acted first (as per usual) by grazing his silver hands over the exposed wires of Puzzles’s waist.
“How do you feel about me tuggin’ on these wires?” Wpnz asked as he looked up at his lover with his half lidded eyes and lecherous grin.
The host returned the look with a soft smile and chuckle.
“I like the sound of that.”
And so with that affirmation, Wpnz started digging his barrel tipped fingers underneath the frame of black wires. A little teasingly at first, trying to search for any particular sweet spots while trying to keep in mind the most sensitive ones for later.
The teasing came to an abrupt halt with a firm yoink of one of the cords, earning the assassin a yelp of pleasure and an arch of the back from Puzzles.
That reaction just made him crave more. “Ohhh, you do like the sound of this doncha Shakespere~?” Wpnz purred as he teasingly wrapped the cord around his index finger
“I like the sound of it too. In fact I love the sounds you make~ So why don’t ya sing for me, hm?”
An almost manic giggle escaped the tv as he clasped his red flushed screen. Not only did this tin can know the right wires to pull, he also knew all the right buttons to press.
“Mm…Make me.” Puzzles managed to say in his lower octave once he got his shit together, and Wpnz’s face lit up at the challenge
“OH HO! Getting bold now huh?”
“What can I say, I love some good tensi- AH!” He was cut off by another firm tug.
“YOU BRUTE! I was trying to be beguiling!” the host smacked the top of Wpnz’s head, who had the most devious grin on his face
“You said ‘make me’ sing, so I’m makin’ ya sing. Don’t know why you’re mad at me for doing what you asked me to, Boxhead.”
Before he could snark back, Puzzles froze up like a deer in headlights. Those big metal hands were in a dangerous place…
“Oh? This one?”
The host winced as he bit his lip and pressed his thighs together. God, the ache between them was becoming insufferable! The cool, sly, flirtatious attitude he tried to put on was supported by flimsy planks, and they were starting to buckle. And so soon too. Oh he was so fucked.
All he could do was whine and nod. And then in an instant-
Yoink!
Puzzles was seeing stars.
“Oh god~ Wpnz~! Ohhh…!” and Wpnz just kept tugging and pulling and teasing. Oh it was driving him insane! He felt like he was gonna drown in the bliss!
In his drunken state of pleasure, one would think a coherent thought in that tv head would have been impossible. Yet an idea managed to surface, and Puzzles snapped out of his stupor and seized it.
“Ooh! Wait hold on” He gently grabbed the gunman’s hand before it could pull another wire, and Wpnz looked back with an arched brow in response.
“Here’s a proposition,” he said playfully as he twiddled his fingers against his partner's hand. “How would you feel…” the CRT’s hand glided down the arm to his shinny chest “About my wires being hooked up with yours?”
In all honesty, Wpnz was stumped. He has had his tech fiddled with before, even prior to Puzzles, but he’d never had the opportunity to mesh wires with someone else, nor had it crossed his mind. But the more he thought about it…
“Yeah…” Wpnz finally answered “Yeah I think I’d like that! Let’s try it. so he carefully unraveled a cable from Puzzles’s torso, and diverted his attention to his panel, opening the cavity in his breast and exposing his internal structure.
A little gasp escaped the tv’s speakers, but the hitman couldn’t avert his attention just to see that reaction, he was looking for an outlet to plug this wire into, if there was one. But then again, if Wpnz could find a way to fit inside of Puzzles, then he could sure as hell find a way to fit Puzzles inside of him.
Wow, good thing he didn’t say that out loud. Boxhead would not have let that slide.
There. That one would fit.
Wpnz held the wire firmly in front of the opening for what felt like a long moment. Mr Puzzles thought that that hesitation was quite uncharacteristic of him, but it’s not like it’d be fair to judge him for that when he himself felt like his heart was gonna burst out of his chest. This was entirely new to both of them after all, it was perfectly understandable to be hesitant.
After a long moment of silence aside from nervous breath, the gunman finally hooked up the wire to his own and-
“AAAAAAAHHHH!!!”
Hollers and moans of ecstasy filled the room in an instant.
“OH MY GOD! HOLY FUCK…NGH~ HMM!”
This sensation… It was so overwhelming in all the right ways…How would one describe it?
“AAAH HAA! OHH~ WPNZ~! I…! I-I-I can f-feel…ALL OF YOU!”
If you asked Mr Puzzles, he would describe it as every iota of their beings were flowing into each other. Grazing every circuit, every gear, every last bit of data. Feeling and understanding each other in a way no words could ever be capable of. A feeling of true intimacy that was utterly unprecedented.
And if you asked Wpnz he would simply describe it as penetration but you could both feel what the other person was feeling.
Panting heavily, Wpnz clung to Puzzles’s shoulders for dear life and hung his head. Just barely able to process his surroundings, He got a good view of the tense trembling wires, and past that, the hitman could see that Puzzles was just as hard as he was. Not that he needed to see that to know it; he could feel the sense of the erection through the cords, as did Puzzles vice versa, And god it was so hot to both of them. More than that even, it was beautiful.
The tv and the gunman could have sat there linked together and smothering each other in their pleasure for hours. But then..
Some unwelcome things started to pass through; Memories, but not any of the good ones. And it’s not like they were just seeing each other's past, it was as if they were actually experiencing it.
The disapproving glower of a father,
The hours spent in front of a screen,
A bonesaw being driven through the neck,
A broken dream,
The warmth of a first friend,
The cold of them being taken away,
A mad power trip,
A theme park,
Being hung from the ceiling,
A meltdown over things going awry,
The isolation of prison,
…You.
Using you,
Betraying you,
Regretting it…
…
A lab…
Being dragged away,
kicking and screaming as he was pinned down and pried open,
Someone long not seen saving him…
The corporation,
The work done for them,
Meeting Katana,
All they did together,
A sudden uncomfortable conversation about settling down,
Her disappearing,
The note she left, and the breakdown that followed.
Years spent tracking,
Finding them,
Finally forming a bond with his kids, only to break it soon after.
Using them for his mission,
Letting them nearly die,
Getting his ass kicked for that,
Being left in the rubble to rot…
…You.
Thinking that he found a new family in you, only to get a taste of his own medicine,
The bitter rage of being betrayed,
And the ache they had both held. A crippling loneliness.
Too much. WAY too much.
In a blind panic, both of the cyborgs desperately ripped themselves away from each other, the end of Puzzles’s cable popping out of Wpnz’s outlet as they both fell back on the bed. In that moment the invasion of memories came to a halt, and all the noise that was left was the two panicked breaths that had just come up for air.
Wpnz’s trembling hand reached for his neck, which made Puzzles’s heart plummet to his stomach.
“What did you see?!” the tv blurted in his panic. Wpnz’s lost stare suddenly locked in on him, his pupils pinpricks and his brows furrowed in concern
“What did you see?”
The response made Puzzles just stare in stunted silence. He looked down and placed a hand on his chest…the feeling of it being prodded and ripped open was still clear in his mind. The gunman sunk into the mattress upon the realization. “Oh…”
A deafening silence fell upon the bedroom. They both just needed to…process what just happened. It was so much all at once, in such a short moment. Yet at the same time, it felt like eternity.
Mr Puzzles had mentioned his father and how he didn’t always have his tv head, but Wpnz never knew that…God…the feeling of the saw’s teeth ripping through his neck…He could still feel the warm blood dripping down to his chest. The flesh meshing with the machinery...And then the SMG4 crew…Meggy. That longing to have someone who clearly despised you for what you’ve done to them was all too familiar to Wpnz.
And as for Puzzles himself, it was a bit harder to wrap his brain around what he saw. He thought he got the full backstory but CLEARLY not! And it wasn’t just the new stuff about his former spouse and kids. Who were those people? Why were they dissecting Wpnz like a frog? Who was that who came to his aid? The crtv tried his best to recall the memory that wasn’t his…
Their faces weren’t clear, but they seemed to have been scientists- the people who made WPnz perhaps? who were struggling to tie him down to an operation table. The barely coherent things they said echoed in his mind.
“I need some help here!” “Hold him down!” “What is the problem this time?” all over the sound of both the hitman and the tools of operation screaming.
White hot pain. Prying. Sawing. Digging away at him as his blue blood splattered. And then a new voice came in.. “What are you doing?!” one of the doctors tried to calmly reassure the distressed new voice, to no avail. All that came of it was the tension between the two grew and grew until-
Slit!
All the other people ceased what they were doing to fill the room with their screams and the squelching sounds of violence. There wasn’t a clear view of what exactly happened since Wpnz was confined to the table, but the blood that painted the ceiling was a clear enough indicator for Mr Puzzles. When it stopped, the only sound that filled the room after that overstimulating storm was Wpnz’s panicked sobs, shortly followed by the footsteps of the distressed voice approaching the table.
The way they looked down at Wpnz invoked a feeling that was incredibly foreign to Puzzles…What was the word for it?
…Motherly? Was that Wpnz’s-
…
…Oh.
They caught each other's glance and then spoke the same thing at the same time
“I never knew-”
…
As they stared at one another, one of those pairs of staring eyes started to water with tears in his screen. “I’m sorry.” Puzzles choked out, to which Wpnz immediately crawled over the bed to comfort him.
“No, no! Puzzles, baby, you didn’t do anything.” He held his partner’s thin forearms in his own. “It was my idea…I-I didn’t mean to pry into such personal things like that.” the host sobbed through his speakers.
“Hey, Boxhead, it’s okay-”
“No! NO! It’s not okay! How could something like that be done to you and it be okay?!” Wpnz stared back at the TV appalled.
Oh…he didn’t even realize his own words at first.
The assassin sighed and cupped the side of Puzzles’s tv. “You’ve been through a lot yourself hon. And yeah, none of that crap is okay but..” he pulled his screen closer to level with his soft glowing eyes. “I think…If I have you, then we’re both gonna be okay.”
Puzzles felt his soul be lifted by those words. Since when was Wpnz capable of being poetic like that? The host must have rubbed off of him. He giggled through his misty eyes.
“W-Wpnz… That was so-” he stopped himself upon the realization of feeling something bushing against his abdomen. He looked down.
“ARE YOU STILL HARD?!”
Wpnz merely bit his lip and darted his squinted eyes around in response. “...Mabye.” Puzzles’s teary joy had never turned into frustrated outrage so fast.
“YOU. We had such a beautifully tender and vulnerable scene going on and you totally RUINED it!” He lightly backhanded the chuckling gunman. “You’re the one who pointed it out. I can’t help it if you’re sexy when you look at me like that~” The way he purred made the tv’s screen flush red from fluster
“You LECHER!” he yelped as he shoved a pillow into Wpnz’s smug face. “You could have at least wooed me into it more romantically?” the assassin lifted the pillow off his face, having clearly done nothing to knock the shit eating grin off of him. “Yer complaining about it as if your own hard on isn’t pinned against me.”
Puzzles froze up completely, and suddenly became very aware of the boiling feeling in his gut he’d subconsciously ignored. He risked a look down to see that the bulge seeping a leak through his pants was in fact, pressed up against Wpnz’s thigh. It made him embarrassed to the point where his vents started wafting with steam.
The hitman lifted his screen up to his face, which was suddenly wearing a more sincere expression now. “Look Puzz, I don’t want ya thinkin’ I’m tryin’ to change the subject or anything, but this is a whole lot for both of us. We don’t need to talk about it right now. Just come back down to earth with me, and we can lose our woes in each other? Whaddya reckon~?" Puzzles smiled at Wpnz as his sincere tone was coated in a more flirtatious one, then he looked down at their interlocked hands thoughtfully, trying to sew the words together in his head…
“In a way…I’m somewhat…glad that happened? I mean don’t get me wrong it was still a horrifying out of body experience that I never want to happen ever again but-...I feel like…I understand you better.” Wpnz’s pupils dilated widely, a thing he only ever really did around Puzzles, who thought it was the most adorable thing ever “And I think that’s worth going through hell itself for.”
Now it was his turn for his yellow eyes to water up, a smile squeezing the tears from his eyes. Then Wpnz hugged the tv host firmly and lovingly. No one he’d ever known had even suggested going such lengths just to get to know him better, it meant more to him than he knew. Wpnz really struck gold with Puzzles, didn’t he?
They held each other tenderly until Wpnz finally wiped away his tears and pulled away, knowing that what he was gonna say next was a little risky.
“Nooottt to ruin the mood again, but you didn’t answer my question-” the assassin was shut up- but not by a pillow or Puzzles’s hand, but by his mouth. He sunk into Wpnz, grinding his clothed cock against the other’s, and sliding a hand into his panel (which Wpnz had completely forgotten was open) and returned the favor of tugging on his wires, causing the gunman to moan between kisses.
To think that having his internals exposed once meant that he was being dissected… Seeing how gently and carefully Puzzles was handling him now that he knew, it damn nearly made Wpnz cry again. “God…I love you so much…I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” The gunman spoke between his groans and kisses as he slowly rocked his hips. Puzzles chuckled breathlessly
“I don’t know what I did either!” he admitted with tears in his voice before crashing back into Wpnz’s lips, playing with his wires, and making sweet love to him.