Hi, I\'m porn!

Notes: My first attempt at writing anything smutty, so forgive me. And I typically deal with yaoi, not het. I tried to make it at least somewhat in character. That’s why there’s so much leading up to the porn.

Any help would be appreciated.

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“Hmm. Most interesting…”

Yako looked up from the text she’d been reading, a feeble attempt to stave off the hells of exam studies. Although no exam could match the hell Neuro was willing to drag her through.

“What is?”

Neuro looked up from the computer screen, his legs crossed over the desk. He tilted to see Yako’s face, smiling in that large, insincere manner of his.

“Curious?”

“Not really,” Yako responded without a second’s pause, returning to her studies even though she could feel those hollow eyes focused on her, and she knew from experience that his face remained in that same mockery of sarcasm, frozen as if he were nothing more than a doll. She also knew what would come next...

“Look!” Neuro exclaimed happily, as if he were any normal child, dragging her to his side quickly and painfully. And Yako looked with narrow eyes, paying more attention to the pain of sharp claws digging into her skull than whatever it was Neuro was trying to show her.

Yako let out a sudden, surprised scream that startled Akane from her daze and widened Neuro’s smile impossibly wider. “W-W-WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT!” she screamed after the initial shock dissipated, pointing at the computer screen with a surprised, open-mouthed gape.

“Pornography,” Neuro answered easily enough, all smiles and warped innocence. Yako batted his hand from her head, standing on her own feet now that she had gotten over the absurdity of Neuro’s discovery. With his grip on her broken, Neuro regained some semblance of his usual, arrogant, unperturbed expression.

“I know what pornography is, Neuro,” Yako stated indignantly, rubbing at the sore spots on her head. “What I want to know is why you’re looking at it.” Neuro didn’t seem even the slightest bit aware that there was something private inherent in the viewing of pornography, or that there even existed such a division in human lives.

“They look like they’re in pain, like right here,” Neuro shoved Yako’s face closer to the screen, where he had enlarged a picture of one of the girls’ vaginas. Yako clenched her eyes shut, a deep shade of red at the mere thought. “Aw, you won’t look?” Neuro asked with that disturbingly sweet voice of his, prying her eyes open forcefully.

“Neuro!” Yako screamed, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. She knew she didn’t have the strength or intellect to break free, so she was surprised to find herself released so suddenly. “What the… AH! What are you doing!” she shrieked as Neuro lifted her skirt, staring at her newly exposed skin with blank eyes and a perverted smile. She tried desperately to regain her dignity, but to put up any sort of serious fight against Neuro’s curiosity would leave her with little more than a torn skirt to show for it.

“Are they painful?” he asked in a strangely serious manner, and Yako had a strange feeling that if she didn’t answer quickly, he was going to find out for himself.

“N-NO! No it isn’t!” she shrieked, trying to back away and cover herself. “I’ll tell you what you wanna know so let go of me!” she tried reasoning, surprised when Neuro let go of the fabric of her skirt nonchalantly and she was left to smooth it down in embarrassed indignation. She had been dangerously close to being exposed to the all-seeing eyes of a demon—a real live devil in the flesh! She coughed in an attempt to hide her nervousness, calming down a little. “Why are you so interested? Surely demon women, too--”

“Women? Sex is something you primitive life forms created to suit yourselves. We have no such things.”

“No women?”

“Why should there be? To reproduce is to jeopardize your food supply.” The way Neuro said it, it sounded so logical. But something in his point seemed wrong, and Neuro tapped a sharp finger against her temple and was quick to taunt her with the missing link. “We are immortal.”

“Oh. Yeah. I suppose that makes sense.” Yako scratched at the back of her head, ashamed that she had forgotten such a simple thing.

“And so…” Neuro had changed the subject without batting an eyelash, eyes sharp and focused intently on Yako’s face. “Explain to me the purpose of this pornography. Does your kind really enjoy such reckless self-destruction?”

Yako had almost forgotten her part of the deal. But really, what other choice had she had?

“Hm. Well, it would make sense that your kind wouldn’t have urges,” she said mostly to herself, although she knew from the expression on Neuro’s face that he was relishing every word of it. She had to think of a way to explain things without resulting to the vulgar methods of Neuro. Which reminded her, and she turned the monitor away from her, wincing as Neuro grabbed her arm with a purely demonic smile. “It’s distracting!” she argued in her defense, shaking her arm from Neuro’s grip.

“Well. I guess there’s no reason in having a child if all it’s going to do is jeopardize your food supply. There has to be some sort of incentive to bother, because hardly anyone will put themselves in pain for someone else. So, I guess…” Yako blushed a dark red and turned her gaze to the ground, rubbing her temples “…it’s supposed to feel good,” she finished in a meek voice, fidgeting. When she looked up even Akane looked flustered, and for a moment Yako was jealous that Akane could keep herself out of this conversation.

“So your kind reproduces in order to feel momentary pleasure?”

“Some people just want kids.”

“So you sacrifice your livelihood in this pursuit?” Neuro asked with an amused smirk.

“Have you been listening to me at all?” Yako asked in annoyance, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.

“But what does this have to do with these images?” Neuro asked sharply, eyes boring deep into Yako’s skull. When she refused to answer immediately, Neuro picked up the monitor and pressed it firmly against her cheek, shameless.

“Wah! Get it away! I’ll talk!” she pleaded, covering her eyes and shaking her head to remove the images.

“You would be a very bad criminal, Sensei. I’ll need to prepare you for aaaaallllll kinds of torture.” A completely unrelated matter, but Neuro’s eyes glittered in excitement at the thought, hands folded in his lap. Yako chose to ignore this comment, composing herself. “Well?” Neuro finally asked impatiently, his eyes flashing maliciously.

“Well…” Yako took a deep breath, steeling her resolve. “It feels good so people do it for fun,” she explained quietly. Neuro didn’t say anything, nor did his expression change except for a slight widening of his already attentive eyes. “So…when you can’t do it with someone else, y-you use these kinds of sites to…to…well, to do it yourself?” she finished uncertainly, almost as if she were asking Neuro. Her embarrassment seemed to amuse him.

“I see. So this is the extent of pointless human selfishness.”

Yako didn’t even acknowledge his opinion.

“Be glad.”

“Huh?” Yako was terrified by that phrase, when passing through those sinister, curled lips.

“Today you have proven useful to me not once but twice. Rejoice—that I am in such a giving mood!”

Yako wasn’t so sure she had anything to be happy about.

…and she had been right to doubt.

“Ne-Neuro, what’s this?” Yako asked nervously, lifting her hand as much as she could with her sleeve pinned unnaturally to Neuro’s desk.

“Human emotions are not something I can completely understand, but at the very least I can make an effort to understand when certain emotions are prevalent. Now, show me this feeling you spoke of.”

“Whaaaaat?” Yako screeched, trying desperately to free herself.

“Are you not glad? To be allowed such relaxation during work…”

“I don’t want it! Can’t you just download something off the internet?” She was starting to panic, backing as far as possible from the monster before her. This, admittedly, was not very far.

“I cannot truly savor this emotion through digital means. I may not understand it, but I am curious to know what it is. The smell, the taste, the sounds…”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me! Akane-chan! Help!” Yako looked over her shoulder at the wall desperately, freaking as she watched Akane curl back into herself, shaking with her demon battery facing the wall in shame.

“This is the main exhibit, is it not?” Neuro asked in a low, slow voice—without a single concern for Yako’s struggling, frantic state—running a long finger up the inside of her thighs slowly. “In order to gather as much data as possible, I will have to be sure that you enjoy yourself fully.” The end of his sentence was slow and silent, the meaning of his words hanging thickly in the air and making Yako shiver.

For someone who had never heard of pornography before, he was certainly well-versed in seduction.

“No! You don’t do this sort of thing to other people!” she protested again, crossing her legs. “Especially not like this! You’re supposed to love one another! At least, that’s the way it should be…” Neuro said nothing, just stared at her blankly. She couldn’t read any of what he was thinking, but in the back of her mind she imagined that maybe he was asking her for a favor. She was the only person that could help him with this, after all. Akane had no living body and Godai was a man—neither of them could further his research.

She supposed it wouldn’t be too bad. She didn’t hate Neuro, and it wasn’t like he would dwell on it—he didn’t know it was a very private, very personal affair and so it wouldn’t bother him. Besides, she knew it would bother her less if she just let him do it. He’d probably make her life a living hell if she managed to stop him anyway. And the
chances of her stopping Neuro from doing as he pleased were slim at best.

“Fine, do what you like,” she finally caved in, relaxing. It wasn’t like anything they did could make their relationship any more awkward. He used her for food and she tolerated it for fear of death—she doubted sex could ruin such a sweet, trust-driven relationship. “Just don’t be too rough,” she added, blushing darkly. Neuro said nothing, just reached over her to turn the monitor back towards him and immerse himself in the data with an evil grin. Yako couldn’t help but shiver, terrified of what that look could mean.

“Oho? I see…” Neuro’s eyes lit up artificially, and it was entrancing.

Yako struggled to free her hands, looking over at Neuro. “You can let me go now. I’m not going to run away,” she said with a nervous smile. She might have been terrified of what Neuro was planning, but she was even more terrified of the repercussions of running away. Neuro didn’t seem to hear her, however, continuing with his studies even as a hand massaged her inner thigh.

Yako squeaked when Neuro moved without warning, lifting her shirt and peering at the small protrusion of her breasts.

“N-Neuro,” she called quietly, nervous. Slowly he pushed up the fabric of her bra, cupping her breasts with his hands. They weren’t large like the girls’ on the screen, but they fit well in his hand and amused him. Even more amusing was Yako’s reaction, a soft squeak as she closed her eyes and blushed.

“So you can feel this down below,” he commented mostly to himself. It was a strange idea, that touching her breasts could cause sensations elsewhere. He massaged her breasts curiously, delighted as she started to shake beneath his touch.

“Neuro, your gloves… They’re hurting me…” Yako admitted shakily, wishing she could stop him herself.

“Would you rather I remove them?” he asked with an evil, hopeful grin. She knew well what sorts of twisted, monstrous things made up Neuro’s ‘hands.’

“No, it’s fine…” However, despite Yako’s resigned answer, Neuro pressed a gloved finger to her lips.

“Lick it.”

Yako did as she was told as Neuro’s free hand tweaked and pinched a nipple in interest, making her gasp and suck his finger into her mouth. Neuro smiled at the act, stepping closer to Yako. After a while he removed his finger, pressing the newly wetted fabric to her alert nipples, satisfied as her hips shook and she moaned. Running his hands down her sides he pressed his knee between her legs, watching her face as she tilted her head back and sighed sensuously. Even Neuro couldn’t deny how alluring it was, thinking briefly that he would have liked to press kisses to the exposed skin of her neck. If nothing else, her reaction might have been even more delicious. Leaning forward he whispered in her ear.

“I can smell it. I’m sure even Akane can,” he taunted.

“Cut it out.”

Holding her hips he moved her over his leg, watching her face carefully as he moved her hips back and forth. After a while he let go, rubbing the tip of his nose against the dip of her throat while massaging her breasts again. He was pleased as she moved her hips slightly herself, rubbing her genitals against his upper leg. She made soft whining noises as his gloves dragged almost painfully over the sensitive skin of her nipples. He pressed down on them with his thumbs and rubbed in small circles, keeping his gloves from catching on her skin. When she stopped riding his leg he stopped, stepping back and moving to hook his fingers on her underwear, his breath tickling her stomach and making her moan. He smirked at the wetness on her panties, sliding them down and off carefully. Making sure she was watching he tasted them, delighted as she began to tear up in embarrassment.

He moved to raise her skirt and observed as he slid a finger slowly between the moist lips of her vagina, watching as her legs shook and listening carefully for her moans. His finger made wet, squishy sounds that reminded him of the slimy inner organs of most humans. He slid his finger suddenly into the warm opening, smirking widely as she cried out.

“I wonder what tools might help you to experience this more fully. Perhaps…”

“I don’t need your…creepy tools,” she interrupted, arching her back as Neuro moved his finger expertly. He slid another finger into her, rubbing his thumb over her clitoris as he thrust his fingers into her, looking up into her face, flushed pink and breathing heavily.

It didn’t take much time until she was finished, calling his name as her legs shook violently and she came, her vagina clinging tightly to his fingers. Moaning in satisfaction she relaxed herself against the desk and closed her eyes, trying to keep her weight off her shaky legs as Neuro removed his fingers from inside her with a ‘squick’ and an amused laugh. Standing, Yako looked at him as he pressed his finger and thumb together with a look of innocent amusement at the thin line of thick fluid tracing between them. Yako looked away, head tilted towards the ceiling with her eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath. He licked his finger slowly, learning her texture and taste carefully.

“You are free to return home now,” Neuro dismissed, pulling her sweater back down and wiping the fingers of his gloves on the fabric, amused as Yako gasped and twitched when a finger came too close to her nipples.

“Where’s my underwear?” she asked without moving, knowing well enough that Neuro had likely disposed of them somewhere annoying. Opening her eyes to check she saw the demonic smile on Neuro’s face, followed by the feeling of something landing on her head. Screaming she flung it off her head, staring at her underwear as it hit the ground. “Stupid demon,” she muttered as she bent to pick them up and put them back on.

“People are going to smell you like that,” Neuro pointed out as he stared out of the window in disinterest. Yako bristled, turning to him.

“It’s late! No one’s gonna be walking around!” she screamed in her defense, storming over to pack up her books. She screamed as Neuro grabbed on to her head, lifting her with ease. “What are you doing! Put me down!” she shrieked, legs flailing. Neuro’s eyes narrowed and he pulled her face-level.

“I can’t have you drawing unneeded attention to my feeding ground,” he scolded. “Try not to get manhandled on your way home.” With that he let go of her, dropping her to the ground.

“As if! You’re the only person who’d do such a thing!” Yako turned on her heel and walked to the door, composing herself before leaving. Smiling she turned to look over her shoulder, acting as if nothing had happened. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Night, Akane-chan!”

Neuro let his amusement show as the door shut behind her, turning to their tireless secretary. “We’ll have her take special care of you tomorrow, as payment for your silence.” The sentence held in it an unspoken threat against telling their odd-job man. Akane nodded to show that she understood and would keep silent, pleasing Neuro. There was nothing particularly interesting in the act of sex, he knew that now, but it had been a welcome break from the monotony of office work. Knowledge was the key to his existence, after all…