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Medaphysical Desires	By : DMtehficmonster Category: +M to R > Medabots Views: 3052 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: Greetings everyone, DM here... with a much delayed Chapter Three.. you see this was all supposed to be part of a much BIGGER Chapter Three, but the more I thought about this special scene, the more I realized it didn't fit with the rest of the chapter, and should be presented on its own. And this way, you get more porn to tide you over until Chapter Four, where lots of stuff happens...

This takes place at the same time as Chapter Two--it's how Cyandog spends his first night since his change.

Bonus points to anyone who can identify the game that Spike is playing.

Enjoy!

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Chapter Three: It's For Someone You Love
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"Arrgh... not again.."
Spike let the controller slip from his hands as the massive demon's hammer collided with his character, crushing the life from him and causing the much-too-familiar text to display upon the screen... 'YOU DIED'.
"It's not FAIR!" Spike wailed, throwing his hands up towards the screen.. "...that's only the first boss.. the others have gotten so much farther than me.. I'm gonna get laughed at--again.." he ended, looking rather dejected, bringing his hands back down to his sides.
Cyandog sat at his Medafighter's side, trying his best to remain confident. "Don't worry Spike, I know you'll beat him some day! I believe in you, just like you believe in me." the dog bot's visor lit up with hope, giving his favorite human his version of a smile.
"Awww, Cyandog.. you're the only one who's always here for me..." Spike affirmed with appreciation, reaching over to give his medabot a pat on the head, which Cyandog took as the usual signal to come closer. Rolling onto his back, the blue bot instantly caved to his human's touch, letting Spike's fingers on his belly--or at least the plating his programming considered as such--take him to a blissful place. Involuntarily, he wriggled on the carpet, panting softly, dimming his optics behind his visor.. there was nothing he enjoyed more than when Spike would pet him, it made him feel like he belonged, like he was valuable, like he was...
"...Cyandog!?"
Spike's squeaking question caused Cyandog to snap his optics online quickly, "Yes?" the dog bot asked, but he answered the question for himself with a single downward scan.
His newly-acquired panel had decided to open up on its own, somewhere in the process of Spike's belly rub, his 'new medapart' was starting its process of emerging from the opening, and Spike's hand was hesitating in the air above it.
"Uh.." Cyandog was unsure of what to say. He had intended to talk to his Medafighter about this... subject tonight, but he hadn't intended to bring it up so.. abruptly.
"Did you always have a..." Spike brought Cyandog out of his thoughts. Seizing upon the moment of clarity, Cyandog began his torrent of explanation, "It was this afternoon.. Mas--I mean, Metabee came to see me while I was waiting for you, and he told me he had something new to teach me, and that it would feel really good, and he did, and.. it did, and now I have this.. thing." Cyandog halted his sentence when he ran out of words, settling for joining Spike in staring at himself.
Eventually, the boy gave in to his curiosity. Placing a finger at the tip of Cyandog's length, he rubbed the pad of the digit around the blue surface, tracing its connecting seam with the rest of the metal. Cyandog shuddered and moaned.. he knew human hands, Spike's hands, were warmer than any medabot's would be.. but he didn't know how good that made them feel against such sensitive parts.
"So... Metabee gave you this?" Spike asked, sliding his hand down the shaft very gently, cautious not to leave the boundary of 'exploration'... just yet. "How did he do that?"
"Mmm.. he had me touch his.." the dog bot felt both tense and relaxed on the floor.. Spike's touches were good, but he wanted more.. "I touched him like you're touching me, a-and it made it come out.. uhh..." Cyandog's voice hitched as Spike gave him a quick squeeze.
Boundaries forgotten, Spike welcomed a sudden rush of arousal. In all his years, he'd imagined sexual encounters as pure fantasy, reserved for non-pathetic people who didn't have to sneak looking at porn in the school computer lab while skipping class. He'd never dreamed of having a girlfriend, or a boyfriend for that matter, Spike was truthfully split in his gender preferences.
"Ohhhh..." Cyandog's hips lifted off the ground.
...okay. Perhaps he wasn't as split as he thought. At the current moment, he was incredibly attracted--to his medabot. "C-Cyandog.. I want to.. can I um.."
"Spike.." Cyandog huffed, voice thick with want, "Can you tell me what sex is? I want to know.. I want to try it."
This had to be some kind of crazy dream, Spike thought. There was no way.. "Sex is.. uh.." Spike trailed off. He didn't have the nerve to form the words.. but maybe he could still answer. "Can I show you?"
"Please!" Cyandog whined, the warm steel between his legs twitching around in need of more attention... which his Medafighter delayed by rising up off the carpet. "Let's get on the bed, okay?" he asked, turning toward the bed--only to turn away from it at the last minute, making his way toward the door instead. With a 'click', he pushed in the lock. "Heh.. wouldn't want to get interrupted."
Cyandog took this time to get his legs working again and clamber his way onto their shared bed. Warmth filled his plating as he thought about the times he'd spent sleeping with Spike, as many nights his Medafighter would fall asleep with Cyandog cuddled in his arms... but he had a feeling tonight they would be closer than they'd ever been.
And he was promptly snapped out of his personal flashback by the feeling of Spike's lips against his faceplate.. so warm! When had he gotten on the bed?
Spike thought he would be a lot more nervous than he was.. but something just felt right about kissing his medabot. It felt genuine, like he should be kissing Cyandog, the only being in existence who cared about him. Maybe even... more than just cared? He reached for his shirt and lifted it over his head. It wasn't time to think too much.
"You've got a nice cock.." Spike complimented, eyes wandering, but Cyandog didn't reply, sitting idly next to him in what could be nervous silence..? Spike glanced at his medabot quizzically before making the realization, "You don't know what this is, of course.." he spoke softly, indicating toward Cyandog's extended rod, "this thing, is your cock. You use it when you have sex.. which I guess Metabee didn't show you, huh?"
"No.." Cyandog paused, cycling air through his vents.. the intensity of the moment was making his temperature skyrocket. "He doesn't know either.. he says he learned from Ikki, but he didn't learn everything."
"Ah.. so I bet they went home after school and did exactly what we're going to do.." Spike spoke too quickly, not thinking about how those words alone would usher in a rush of images that went straight to his penis. "Oooh.. I never even thought of.. whoa.. I think I'd like to see that, what about you, Cyandog?"
Cyandog let the image play around in his head... Ikki stroking Metabee's cock as he laid back against the bed, moaning, his golden plating gleaming as his head fell off to the side and caught the light.. he had to admit, he was much more interested in Metabee than Ikki, but the image still got him excited. "Oh yes.. Spike. I do want to see it."
"Right now though.. all I want is you, Cyandog," Spike said, oblivious to how cheesy that line would sound if he'd said it to anyone other than his adoring medabot. Of course, audience considered, it went over very well.. as Cyandog replied, "Please.. you can have me..!"
Spike leaned in for another kiss, planting his hands down on either side of his medabot... but before he closed the full distance, he paused, at first catching his reflection on Cyandog's visor, then looking past the transparent surface into his actual optics.. "So this," the boy explained, watching as his breath added a light layer of fog to the green below his lips.. "is called kissing," he punctuated his sentence with a firm kiss to Cyandog's faceplate, lining his lips up as best as he could with the little groove that represented his 'mouth'. He felt it heat up underneath his lips... after a few moments Spike pulled away, curious.
"What does that feel like? Since you don't have.. um.." Spike asked, hazy and awkward.
"It's different.. very warm. The sensors in that area aren't used to that kind of stimulation.. my processor focuses very heavily on it.. but it's soothing. Comforting.. I like it."
"Mmmhmm.." Spike affirmed, glad he'd seemed to have done something right, "and this?" he repeated his kiss, only this time, dared to dart his tongue past his lips, dragging a wet streak over the same groove. He was rewarded with an instant whirr of fans.
"Oh! It's hot.. Ooooh.. Spike.." Cyandog moaned softly, instantly craving the sensation. "I've never felt this.. close to you before! So much.. my sensors.. they can feel every movement of your tongue.."
Spike flicked his tongue a few times, catching it in the metal ridges, letting it slide over the smooth silvery plate, more playing than actual kissing, but his technique seemed to be perfect for this situation. Cyandog whined and squirmed, and after a moment, reflexively reached a hand up, placing it against his Medafighter's back. He didn't know what he wanted exactly, just closer.. and more. "Spike..."
He responded to the call with one hand, leaving its previous position against the bed. Spike slid over, laying on his side, one arm bent to support him, and the other free to.. wander. He encircled his medabot's erection solidly and pumped once, not too harshly, used to dealing with flesh.. but the metal made his motion smooth and easy.. easy to repeat.
Several more pumps and Cyandog was near-incoherent.. words of encouragement spilling out only to blend with moans and pants and hard fan cycling. His smaller frame heaved, and his visor was flickering. He pushed his hips forward, he wanted to rub all over Spike's hand, until he made it sticky like Metabee had made him earlier.. But Spike seemed to notice how close his medabot was getting to the edge.. quickly withdrawing his hand and leaving Cyandog's processor reeling in a sea of 'not enough'.
"Unnnh... Spike!" the dog bot whined..
"You wanted me to teach you what sex is, right?" Spike asked, hoping this explanation would suffice, knowing his medabot was truly yearning at this point.. "I don't want you to finish yet.."
"Uh.. okay.." Cyandog stifled his need as best he could.. his Medafighter was right. He did need to learn what sex was.
Spike pulled away from Cyandog, sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. Pulling at his pants and underwear, he quickly dismissed them onto the floor before shifting back around, fully naked, save his socks. The blue medabot's attention was pulled immediately to his penis, which was erect, slightly red, and oozing just a bit, at the tip.. Spike blushed involuntarily while Cyandog took it all in. "Yeah.. I um.. I really want you.. Cyandog.. Never been this.. excited before. It's my first time.. yours too.."
"I'm looking forward to it," Cyandog affirmed, still hot.. still eager.. "But what exactly.. how do we do it?"
"There needs to be a place.. for this," Spike spoke slowly, pointing bluntly at his cock as he ran his eyes over Cyandog's plating. For a moment he wondered if this was going to work at all, but he was determined to find a way. "Hey, Cyandog, can you spread your legs for me?"
"Of course," the blue bot responded, opening up to his human partner. "What are you looking for?"
Spike gathered to his knees, repositioning before Cyandog's spread legs.. "Well when you have sex, you put your cock.. inside someone else.." the bot began a basic explanation, but was interrupted by his medabot.
"Oh? Well... after I got home, I had to wash myself, because of.. activities this afternoon.. While I was in the process of doing so, I discovered another modification that was added recently.. It is an opening that had no obvious function.. now I think I understand.. let me.." Cyandog trailed off, relaxing against the pillows behind him. He still didn't have complete mastery over his new parts, but with a bit concentration, he was able to slide open his lower port.. as soon as he did, he felt the air against the sensors and shuddered.. "Ohhhhh... It's very, very sensitive.."
Spike observed with curiosity.. his medabot's 'opening' as he phrased it, more resembled... well something a girl would have, not a guy. But medabots didn't have genders the same way humans did, if anything they were much more flexible, tinpets could equip any parts, well sort of, anyway. And since humans created the medabots in the first place.. maybe they decided this would appeal more toward their owners? It was strange though.. he'd never heard of medabots having sex before. Just how did Metabee.. wait, no. Too much thinking again. Spike shook his head swiftly to clear it, realizing as he came out of his thoughts, that Cyandog was literally staring at him.
"Spike.. can we.. can you.." the little bot wriggled, his hands moving up his plating to grasp his metal length. The sight of it, his medabot in such a wanton state, swelled what little blood had tried to go to his brain right back down to his cock. "Unn.. yeah, Cyandog. I'm ready.."
Carefully aligning with the shiny-slick port before him, Spike inched forward, not wanting to rush--but wanting to rush. The moment the tip of his penis touched the rubbery outer wall of Cyandog's port, he sank his hips in, and cried out. "AH! Oh.. oh oh!" the words burst out of Spike's lungs! "Oh my god--Cyandog! You're so.. so fucking good!"
The fit was incredibly tight, as the walls of Cyandog's port adjusted to clamp as tightly as possible around the object within them, without being uncomfortable. If this was what fucking a medabot was like, Spike decided he'd spend the rest of his days as a medasexual.
"Spike!" Cyandog whimpered, his frame tensing as waves of pleasure tore through him. Every single sensor in his port walls had lit up, sending signals in every direction, licking through his circuits like fire. "Spiiiiike.." Cyandog let his head fall back into the pillow.
With a slow, rolling arc of his hips, Spike plunged his cock into Cyandog again... then again. Each stroke was deliberate and heavy, not exactly by intention, but because moving any faster was risking losing control of.. everything. Spike was barely hanging on as it was, one hand gripping Cyandog's knee for support while his chest heaved, his suddenly sweaty, sticky hair crowding down into his face. Every movement made his cock twitch and ache, pulses working through his balls and to his tip, all while it meshed against the back of Cyandog's port. "Fuck.. fuck!"
He wasn't going to last much longer, slow or fast.. so Spike picked up the pace. Suddenly pistoning his hips made the medabot beneath him literally howl with burning lust, then start panting with each thrust that tore across his port walls and made him quake--everywhere inside. "Ugh.. ugh... Cyandog.. M'gonna.. have to.." just thinking about it made it real, "cum... oooh.."
His head falling back, Spike reflexively squeezed his eyes shut and came, gobs of sticky white shooting into his medabot's port, exploding around him.. he pictured filling Cyandog up.. making the blue bot his... and he came again, one final sticky spurt.
The sensation was like nothing Cyandog had ever experienced. Spike's fluids were literally inside him... adding to the pressure on his port walls.. he couldn't take any more. His vocals strained and sputtered on his Medafighter's name as he finally found release, oily cum gushing out of his overheating rod.. a trail of hot pleasure behind it, making him quiver. Some cum landed on Spike's chest, some on his own chest plating.. he didn't have enough processing power to track all of it... or even to stay online.
"Spike.." Cyandog groaned, sex dazed and content.. "You were.. great.. So.." he couldn't form or finish the thought, as his optics flickered in warning. "I need to rest.."
"Me too.." the boy huffed heavily, pulling his now soft and sticky cock out of Cyandog's port.
He couldn't bring himself to care about how much of a mess they'd made of each other or the bed.. all Spike's body wanted to do was hold his medabot, his Cyandog.. he felt incredibly warm.. happy, even. It was such a unique and satisfying feeling, he couldn't put it to words, not in his head, anyway. But as he wrapped his arms around the little bot beneath him, and pressed the side of his cheek into his faceplate, the words appeared on his lips. "I love you, Cyandog."
Truly offline at this point, Cyandog could vocalize no reply.. but Spike felt a sudden tingle, hot, but not too hot, run along his medabot's back, right where his Medal would be housed... and he knew. Cyandog loved him too.
End Chapter Three
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