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His senses were screaming. His body was screaming. Every part of his systems was too much and yet kept him just on the brink of insanity.
He’d barely opened his eyes and knew it. He was running out of oil, and fast. That shouldn’t have been a problem, it wouldn’t have been if there wasn’t a hellscape of snow outside. This stupid storm had been going on for three days now, three! He had hunted a day before that, and had even been lazy with it. It was almost like the world was punishing him for how soft he’d grown in the comfort of this bunker, but the fog in his head was too much to even start on it.
Every breath made his vents feel like they were on fire. Something faintly crossed his brain about this being similar to something the humans had called an asthma attack, but there wasn’t some simple cure for his troubles. It took everything in him to just shuffle from his bed and onto the floor, his metal body thudding against the carpet. He had to find oil, any amount, even if it was old, even if it was-
No.
His head shook violently at the thought, messing up his curls and making him dizzy. He couldn’t. Even as he was surrounded by living sources of it he kept himself grounded by digging his claws into the floor. He could smell it through the vents, drones who had accidentally injured themselves and thought nothing of it. He’d used this sense of his before, back when someone had been in danger, when he had wanted to do something good. It got them to trust him. He proved that he wasn’t the same drone who thought only of killing them.
And yet his teeth now ached at the thought. With the last of his energy he knew he could do almost anything if it meant saving himself. He could so easily tear through the tunnels he had grown to memorize, find the first unsuspecting drone injured or not, and save himself from the pain he was going through. But that would be wrong.
He was built to kill and yet he knew if he did then it would prove that he’d never really change. Like a dog who bites he would be outcasted, feared, even if he needed to do it. He sat panting like one too, trying every vain effort to gain some sense of self control before he did something he would regret. He knew he would regret it, sooner than he would feel the relief he was after.
She trusted him not to. Uzi trusted him not to. She brought him into her home, her colony, because she trusted him not to be the savage monster he was built to be. If she found out he had gone against that, she’d probably never imagine living with him again. She’d hate him, scream at him, she’d cry with such heartache at his betrayal of her trust.
He needed to calm down. Needed to cool down. Need to find oil. He needed to snap out of this before-
“N?”
His head snapped straight up from looking at the floor, eyes locking onto Uzi’s concerned face. His code demanded that he pounce on her, take advantage of the moment while she had her guard down, use her in place of murdering another drone. But that would be even worse, and he knew it would be. She might forgive him for it, but he would never forgive himself. He’d never be able to trust himself again if he did that, if he even tried to act upon it.
What was left of his rational brain immediately agreed with the sentiment, causing him to panic and back against his bed frame as much as he could like she was the one trying to kill him. He scrambled like a fish out of water and yet went nowhere because he was already as flush as he could be against it.
“Uzi! You- You need to leave. Right now.” As much as he tried to sound forceful it was clear he was afraid.
“What? Why? I thought I heard you fall and wanted to see if you were alright-“
“Please, please leave. Uzi, I don’t want to hurt you, please,”
His begging startled her, completely taken aback by how desperate he was. She almost went with it out of sheer concern before noticing the now flashing symbol across his visor.
OVERHEAT IMMINENT
“Shit- N, why did you say anything?”
In an instant she shuffled forward and got down on her knees to look at him, almost as panicked as he was.
Almost.
Her movement toward him made him react with more terror that she’d ever seen come from a drone in her life. Not even the drones at camp were this scared, and she had literally torn some of them apart! He was a disassembler, but yet he acted so afraid that he literally pushed his entire bed back by a few inches with the force he used to keep himself away. It broke her heart seeing him like that. Overheating and cowering like mad, but somehow still more concerned for her safety over his own life.
“N, it’s okay. You aren't going to hurt me, but you need oil before you really hurt yourself.”
Sure, it was true that he had done similar things in the past to what she was telling him to do now, but he couldn’t even think to try that same risk with the state he was in. She had offered herself to him like that before when he hadn’t needed oil then like he did now. At that point it had been a choice, something she wanted to do on her own terms. He hasn’t been this hungry, this desperate for it to the point he considered murdering someone whether friend or foe when she had given him that choice for the first time. He wouldn’t. Not when it meant risking her like this.
“I can’t- I can’t do it. I won’t. Please, don’t make me.”
She couldn’t see it, but she could hear how he was starting to tear up from this. She knew this was a sensitive topic for him, and hell it was even something sensitive for her as well, but she still needed him to work with her. It was anything but easy to talk about, especially right now, but she knew what it was like. Feeling like a monster in your own skin because of how hungry you were. What your body wanted you to do, how it made your mind utterly numb beyond the basics of survival just as an animal with no morals. She had felt utterly helpless when she was driven to it, and she didn’t want that for him. It would happen one way or another, his body wouldn’t let him die so easily, although she knew he might actually be strong enough to force it to.
Uzi refused to let this come down to that though, because she knew he’d spend the rest of his life regretting it like he was regretting this now. She steeled herself against his fear, starting to inch as close as he would allow without freaking out. She continued to be just as firm in her trust of him as he was to his fear of that same idea.
“N, I promise you it’s going to be okay. I trust you, alright? And I want you to trust me. You don’t have to hurt me with this.”
He tried opening his mouth but she prevented him from even getting a word out. Not with words of her own, but with the sound of her own teeth crunching through the metal of her hand. In an instant she started to bleed, viscous black liquid pouring from around her mouth where she held her grip. Drool escaped from his own seeing it, yet it burned up in an instant from how hot his temperature had spiked. He wouldn’t let himself give in so easily though, continuing to fight himself despite being unable to look away, ending up shredding lines into the carpet as he forced himself to not move an inch.
She didn’t need him to though. It was only after a bit of struggle that she tore off her own hand solely using the strength of her maw. The wound gushed even more oil for the briefest of moments, and yet just as quickly sealed itself up before effortlessly forming a new hand like the injury had never happened. Uzi took a second to test its strength before using it to take the ripped off chunk out of her mouth and toss it into N’s lap with clear purpose.
“See? You don’t have to worry about hurting me.”
All her words had truly gone in one ear and out the other as soon as he saw her bleed, though she had no way of telling because the disassembler suddenly sat stiller than the dead, completely focused on the amputated piece of his partner that he’d been given. She was almost worried that he had gone into shock, and considered the idea of moving closer so she could force him to eat it, before quickly seeing that the idea was unnecessary.
From one moment to the next he moved quicker than she even knew he could, taking her offering into his mouth and crushing it in between his teeth. It was a gut twisting sound, but at the same time it gave her a deep sense of relief seeing him actually accept it. Though, as soon as he started trying to swallow it she couldn’t help but snicker, his hunger having clearly gotten in the way of his brain and almost causing him to choke on it.
After he managed to get it down, his visor switched from one dangerous symbol to the next. This one was more enticing than concerning however, at least in Uzi’s sake. His signature X had taken over his face, and she could feel how all of his eyes were now tracking her every movement. Some part of her, the part that was still a worker drone and thus prey, wailed alarm noises seeing it. She’d just proven that she wasn’t only a worker though, and certainly wasn’t going to back down from it either.
“You can take more, N. It’ll be okay, I trust you.” Her voice was soft, soft in a way only he got to hear. Soft in a way that was entirely reversed for him, because he was the only one she trusted like this.
It enticed him to his core, and he couldn’t find it in himself to resist. Not when she was offering herself up like this. He leaned forward to crawl towards her like a predator stalking a wounded animal, low to the ground and just waiting for its chance to strike. Just like one too, he used his weight to push her down under him once he finally struck. She struggled, though not with any true effort.
If she wanted to free herself she could. She knew she could. She was a good match for him on a normal day, and with him being as weak as he was right now it would be easy enough to shove him off with her solver and scold him for how he was drooling onto her jacket. But no, she struggled because she wanted him to take this moment. To savor and enjoy it instead of worrying about whether or not he’d go too far with this.
She trusted him, more than she trusted anyone else in this god-forsaken bunker and was determined to get that through his head. It’s why she hummed approvingly as he bit into her shoulder, completely ignoring the pain to keep her focus just on him. Studying just how precise he was even as he acted like a wild animal, being careful not to pull too hard and yet just enough to get the oil he needed pouring into his mouth. He lavished the wound with his tongue, not putting a drop to waste while he numbed her pain using the nanites in his saliva.
It gave her this pleasant buzzing sensation that spread across her shoulder and into her chest as he moved from one side to another to mimic the motion. He was being patient, intentional, just like how she trusted him to be. Each slice of his teeth or claws came as a shock to her systems, yet faded out just as quickly back into the delightfully overwhelming static she felt. She wouldn’t quite call it a high, but regardless it helped her feel even more comfortable in her choice.
She also realized in her daze that he really was thinking through every bite or mark he placed. When she’d offered herself like this to him in the past, he would normally just take as quick of a bite as he could before drinking his fill. This time, however, he was more focused on taking long, drawn out bites with only enough force to break her metal before licking up what little poured out. It was inefficient to say the least, but somehow that sent a wave of blush to her visor.
He was trying to make her feel good while doing this. She knew he was aware of the side effect the nanites had on workers when they were used generously rather than focusing on large wounds. Disassemblers had the luxury of being able to just group their injuries into one collection of internal scans, workers did not. Because of that, it caused this sort’ve feedback-loop of dull pain that didn’t actually hurt, but was like a weight of lag on their system because of how much they spent processing even minor injuries.
Some reacted well to this, and some didn’t. She was definitely one of the drones who could admit they loved the feeling. Even just kissing him for too long had its effects. He knew that too, because it was something she’d told him to help him feel better about draining her of oil when he needed to.
Robo-God he was being so sweet, so loving, she almost couldn’t take it with how out of it she was getting. Not that it was a bad thing though, it just meant that even despite the intense soreness she felt in her shoulders and arms she still reached up to tangle her hands into his curls. She planted peck after peck of affection onto him while he kept his face buried into her neck for the moment, both of them adoring the other.
It was clear that N was starting to get restless from the reserved stance he was taking though, hot breath growing heavier and heavier every time he pulled away. He was still restraining himself because he didn’t want to actually hurt her, but by this point she was more than sure that she could take it.
“You need to actually drink, N.” Her voice was hazy but still as determined as she felt.
He clearly didn’t share said determination though, stopping dead in his tracks after hearing what she said. He pulled back from her more than he had before, looking at her with all the concern he could show with that signature cross still on his face.
“I don’t want to hurt you..”
“Then don’t.”
Her implication was clear, but he still grimaced with that same fear he’d shown earlier. Uzi refused to let it worm back into his head though, because she meant what she’d said. What she was willing to do. She proved it further by moving her hands from his hair to her jacket so she could slowly unzip it. It was harder than normal to do because of being effectively buzzed, but she still managed it fairly smoothly.
Underneath was just her bare chest and the rubber of her stomach, even just the sight of which got N to turn his head away out of sudden embarrassment. She wouldn’t have that though.
“Hey, look at me.”
He fought with himself for the briefest of moments before crumbling with a shameful amount of ease, and once he looked at her like that it was like he couldn’t look away. He became utterly entranced in a way that made her question for the briefest of moments whether he’d actually hold himself back. She hadn’t meant to catch his attention like that, but if it helped prove the point she was about to make then she certainly didn’t mind it.
A silence broke out between them as he kept staring down at her, something she let go on because it gave her time to figure out what she really wanted to say. The longer it went the more she knew for sure that he was looking at her with love as well, and not just hunger. He saw her like a work of art, something he’d hate to ruin or make dirty by touching it. She saw it in almost the exact opposite way, she wanted him to take from her. To leave his mark, that way she could finally be complete in a way she hadn’t been before.
“Please,” was all she could say after the lack of words had drawn on for too long.
Again he hesitated, but didn’t back down from her ask either.
“You’d stop me, right? If I did too much or hurt you too badly or-“
“I don’t think you’d ever do that, N. But I would, if I wanted you to.”
That last bit of words was everything to him.
If I wanted you to.
She hadn’t wanted him to stop this entire time, had never even considered it through her soreness and pain. Realizing that was what finally convinced him to lean back down so he could start dragging his teeth against her bare chest, being extra careful to avoid scratching anywhere near her core. Even as he ran on nothing but fumes of oil he made sure to preserve the most sensitive part of her.
When he reached where the rubber of her stomach met the plating of her chest he couldn’t help starting to drool again. She was so just pretty, so willing, so trusting of him and only him. For once he didn’t need to build up any amount of courage, using his claws with barely an effort to tear through what stood between him and her internals. He didn’t even wait for the shreds to give way before he used his teeth to find purchase on something and pull.
Uzi screamed in reaction, immediately slapping a hand over her mouth to quiet it, but she didn’t tell him to stop.
And so, he didn’t.
Whatever he had in his mouth gave little resistance to his teeth, and the pump of warm oil into his mouth was an incredible reward for the effort. He almost swore it tasted differently too, not in a bad way but somehow it was so very clearly Uzi.
It was her oil in his mouth, her blood, the thing they both needed to live flowing freely at his will. It was impossible not to savor with the heat coming off of her body complimenting it. He licked off whatever had spilled onto the wires inside her, repeating this again and again with anything he could reasonably tear. With him he took pieces of her hull, feeling the electricity that powered her buzzing through his tongue and mouth.
Any noise she made during it became encouragement too, and she definitely didn’t disappoint in that area either. She gave these thick groans or breathy moans that slowly became laced with static as he literally ate from her living body. It was something he’d never done before, yet somehow the thought of doing this without that aspect seemed boring now. When he fed himself from drones he’d caught outside the bunker they always died within a matter of seconds due to his nature as an effective killer, even when he sometimes missed his usual killing blow the drone rarely ever lived for more than a minute afterwards.
He saw it as mercy, if not an outright duty to kill quickly to prevent any sort of suffering his selfish act could inflict. He’d never even fathomed the idea of eating a drone alive, but now he doubted he could ever live again without it when it meant being this close to someone who he loved more than he had ever loved life. Getting to feel how his partner was alive and sacrificing a part of herself for him was the greatest rush he could think of now.
Above everything else it was the fact that she let him do this to her. She wanted it, just like how he wanted her to stay by his side forever. He became so love-drunk on the idea that even after he had taken his fill he kept pulling with his teeth and licking with his tongue to keep her noises going. Uzi seemed to figure that plan out for herself as well, having tangled her fingers tight into his hair while begging him not stop.
“N- God, fuck, keep going- Please,”
He was no one to deny her. He’d sooner go through with killing every drone in this place before it. That thought would probably come back to haunt him later, but there was just no other way to put it. Hell she could ask to kill him and he wouldn’t deny it if she asked in the same way. He would happily let her do this exact thing to him if she ever wanted to, really. It sent shudders down his spine to think about how she might go about tearing him open and eating him alive. Would she show him the same care as he was now? Or would she be too hungry to think of this as loving?
With his right mind in place that’s definitely what he saw it as. Something romantic and delicate, an act that no one could come close to replicating with their own partner. Except maybe V and Lizzy of course. Uzi wasn’t just some blood bag to him though, and he wasn’t just some big scary animal she kept as a pet. They loved each other, understood each other, even relied on each other in ways no one else could fulfill. The way they needed each other was entirely something of their own, and it made him feel better about “breaking” the rules like this, because it meant there weren’t any to begin with.
As he went on he could feel the after-burn of her electricity arcing through him. How it numbed his mouth as she started twitching and pushing her body against him. He knew she needed him so much in that moment and absolutely reveled in it, even starting to purr as he watched her be done in by her own struggling.
Her torso literally sparked from the damage he had caused as she became overloaded with the unique mix of energy and pleasure the drones experienced like this. It felt better with the effect of N’s saliva in place, like she was floating through a storm even. It caused her to slowly start giving out soft giggles, laughing even more from the pain she felt in her exposed torso caused by it.
N couldn’t help finding her laughter infectious, grinning like an idiot as he shuffled to lay his head on her chest. He purred like a self-satisfied fat cat on top of her, just watching how she was absolutely out of her mind by this point.
“Uziii, why are you laughing so much?”
“Because you made me high, idiot!” She managed her answer through a fit of stifled snickers, finding the entire situation far too funny for her own good.
“Oh my god, you got me high by literally eating me out, that’s so great-“
It was N’s turn to burst out laughing now, wildly taken aback by the phrasing. Though, he couldn’t deny that she was technically right either, so kept the sudden onslaught of jokes he could make to himself. Well, except for one.
“Guess you could say I set the bar pretty high, huh?”
He readily accepted the swat that earned him, pressing into her touch afterwards as a soft apology. He knew she loved him for all his quirks and annoyances though, so really he was only apologizing for the pain she was in now. Uzi knew she wouldn’t have it any other way though, maybe even a bit literally with just how much she found herself fully enjoying the experience from start to finish.
That was another funny thing to her, how she’d never felt so loved before until her partner literally ate her alive. It was something she almost thought of as an honor considering how much he hated hurting her. He could never hurt her like this, though.
Not when, even through his hunger, it had felt so utterly loving.