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Sighing in disappointment at hearing the voice of his 'guest' Fenrir said nothing for a long time as he moved about the little kitchenette, putting
almost everything in one cupboard so it would be easy to grab should he have to make a break for it. What wouldn't fit in his chosen cupboard went on
the counter instead, besides the fresh milk he'd bought and stuck haphazardly in the fridge. Eventually though, once the food was put away and he was
on his way to the ratty old couch with the rest of his goodies, he answered the question asked of him about the bounty.
"They gave me every penny that they promised. Bounties are subject to being taxed, not when a reward is offered and given in cash. They can't post a
certain amount and then take most of it away claiming it as tax. It doesn't work like that." He explained, sounding irritated at having to explain
something that he considered to be so simple. Paying tax on bounties was laughable.
It was about that time that he began to notice the changes made to his safehouse and the bullet holes in the wall moments before Xlaits spoke up about
it himself. The irritation he'd felt earlier rose again and he scowled. "What reason did you have to rearrange my safehouse?" He muttered,
grabbing a magazine out of his back and slumping onto the couch with it, curling his tail across his lap. "And I don't need to be 'armed to the teeth'
as you put it. I was quite capable of doing my job without being so before." He grunted, ungrateful as ever it seemed. Even the wad of money was doing
little to cheer him right then.
"I won't need any of it for a few days anyway, I'm taking some time off before looking for the next bounty to claim on. Might even move on to the next
town and check the merc's guild there for a change of scenery." He grumbled, opening his magazine about weapons and burying his nose in it. Normally
he would have been able to come in and open the magazine he really wanted to look at, he was a guy after all, but there was no way in all the hells
that he was going to look at that kind of thing while Xlaits was around.
He'd kick the project out for a bit and read it then.
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| posted on 2-2-2010 at 02:49 |
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"Sorry, it just annoyed me. I'll get it all back in place once I get a chance." Shaking his head, he began to pace, ears twitching as he worked over
different designs in his head. Putting more processes to it now that his programming was fixed to the best of his knowledge, his tail flicked in
annoyance. He was a really, REALLY animated guy, for someone who spent most of his life in a coma.
Licking at his teeth, he decided to put his Ouroboros to a test, and what better way, than to see how well he could mimic the merc's visage. Giving
him a once-over as he passed, and accidentally showing off the still-to-be-mended wound, which seemed to enter the lower jaw, and exit though the back
of the head, he memorized every last detail about his brother, comparing and syncing it with replays of his memories of the other side, he takes a
good running start, using the wall as a floor to do a flip. Mid-flip, the change happened. It was quick, much unlike the reverting process from
earlier, and he was a mirror image of the wolf-tailed man just as he hit the ground. "Hmm... could be a little faster..." The voice was almost
perfectly matched with his Brother's, purposely a little lower in pitch. "If ya ever need to fake your death, let me know."
A sly grin on his face as his tongue slit across his teeth, he re-adjusts his program, before making a dash at the opposite wall. This time, he lept
just before, using it as a stop to spin around, landing elegantly on his feet. During the air-time, his form switched once more, a much faster and
much less drastic change, but a capable one. He had entirely swapped genders, yet retained his Brother's basic form. Now a female version of Fenrir,
she giggled, having adjusted 'his' voice again. "Not entirely useful, but it could get annoying after a while." Reverting back to 'normal', he shakes
his head. "And before you ask, I can be more useful than just a weapons depot. I WAS organic, you know, I still know what others need, and I still...
well, much rarer than most..."
"Ahh, what am I doing explaining this... you get my point." He shakes his head again, before walking to the door, taking human form, the first one he
was seen in. "I'll see ya in a bit. I'm gonna go raid the labs for information. If you need me, that GPS acts as a pager." And with that, he was out
the door, heading to the first of a few labs in the city...
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He was in over his head.
Way over his head.
He noticed everything but as soon as he laid eyes on the healing wound, time seemed to slow down. His pupils shrank to mere pinpoints and he didn't
need to see the back of the creature's head to know that the exit wound was there. He'd seen it so many times in others who were undergoing parallel
strains of testing within the Fenrir project way back when he was but a pup. The sight of so many other Fenrir test subjects being carried out between
one or two men with gaping wounds in their faces, mouths, the sides of their heads, where the testing had driven them mad to the point of suicide.
Fenrir had been the only one to be given a gun and not turn it against himself.
He'd always remember the days that he saw a body being carted off and he'd certainly never forget the day that he stumbled across the dumping ground
for these bodies. When their parts had been salvaged, the remains would be dumped and the sight of so many faces, though distorted by wounds and
decay, that he recognised, would haunt him forever.
It felt like hours as he relived the memories when it was probably only a few seconds, not nearly long enough to really be noticeable, but when he
regained his focus once more, he was faced with an exact replica of his own appearance. Fenrir was more disturbed than impressed and didn't respond,
just staring, trying to pick out some kind of flaw but there was nothing but his own face, his own body.
Before he could get over that, he was then looking at a female version of himself and it freaked him out, prompting him to take a step back. While the
technology was impressive, the things Xlaits was doing with it were just creepy. He hadn't said a word since he laid eyes on that self-inflicted wound
and didn't really get the chance to. He was about to querie just what Xlaits meant with his comment about being organic (he couldn't have known what
magazines he'd just bought, could he?) but when he opened his mouth to do so, Xlaits was already on his way out.
When he turned to watch the male leave, all he saw was the door closing behind the project, leaving the Fenrir alone.
He stood there for a long time after Xlaits had left and when he finally motivated himself into moving, he made his way to the couch, sat down and
brought out the magazines he'd wanted to look at without Xlaits present and set about forgetting what had happened since he'd stepped back into the
safe house, immersing himself in lewd images of males and females alike with a collection of tissues nearby.
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| posted on 8-2-2010 at 00:25 |
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Getting into the old labs was easy... usually. His mind buzzing with thoughts, he Parkour'ed the rooftops, slipping up here and there, his
calculations off by a few inches. "Grr... damnit..." He was willing to die, but why would he not get caught? What was driving him to stay free? As his
mind cleared, he neared the first lab, leaping over the fence, and just waltzing inside. The security still active, he had to be careful, but with
more and more thoughts bombarding his Hive Mind, he was getting sloppy. Dodging infrared, and looping cameras, he avoided the most part of the
security.
Were the droids still active? He hoped not as he turned a corner, to come face to face with one, it's eyes black and deactivated. "Hmm..." He whispers
softly to himself, "It could come in handy... a present for Fenrir, if the time comes, but for now, I'll just disable and move it." He opens the main
console of the rather menacing, humanoid juggernaut, finding that it's power was completely drained. "That makes things easier... I'll come back
later." He continues to the files, mind still buzzing. What was Fenrir's reaction to the wound sighting? Fear? Turmoil? So he did have a small bit of
heart in him, be it sorrowed or not.
"Shit."
Loud thumps, and mechanical grinding only meant one thing. There was a sec-bot still active. The mechanical droning of it's emotionless and soulless
voice only meant that it was scanning. "Sector one, secure... sector two, secure..." It was heading for him. Starting to set up a weapon, he stops. He
had little knowledge of this base, and what better way to gain knowledge, than to disable and hack a security droid. In his current state of thought,
though, it was near impossible for him. Launching himself onto the back of the unknowing he made little impact, and the bot kept on it's scanning.
Cutting a few of the cables that stuck out from the drone's head and neck, he completely disabled the bot. No longer able to function, it fell with a
thud. Unfortunately, that wire also cut the power. Knowledge lost. "Fuck, I'm not on my game today."
Unfortunately, that loss of power caused the massive mountain of metal to trip an infra-red beam...
Alarms started blaring, and this was his time to bail. He located and grabbed the files quickly, and took his egress, pushing the first bot he had
found outside before fleeing the scene, making a Bee-line right to the safe house. On his way, he didn't have enough time to make it to the rooftops,
so he used what roadway and sidewalks he could, licking his teeth as he pushed his way past crowds and altered security feeds. It wasn't a good day
for him. He was still in the midst of fully recovering from his damages, let alone his mind racing with thoughts.
Still not on his game, he slams forcefully into the door, instead of opening it first. After recovering from the slight stun, he opens the door,
bolting it behind him as he swoops inside, unaware of the merc's activities as he keeps his back to him, eyes locked firmly on the door as he crouches
low, weapons galore on his body, all aimed at it. "Damn... security drones..."
After a moment, he relaxed, his weapons dissapearing as his lax state of posture returned. It was then he had an idea, but it was cut short as he
suddenly became alert of his surroundings, and the position and actions of his brother. Keeping his back purpously turned to Fenrir, a light shade of
red hit his currently human cheeks, shaking his head as he feels the need to leave, reaching for the door handle...
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The project had been gone a pleasingly long time, giving the Fenrir some much needed time to himself. They'd only shared each other's company for a
short time but it was more than long enough for Fenrir to realise that spending long periods of time around Xlaits was going to stress him the fuck
out. It was bliss to just sit in his safe house without a care in the world, looking at what he wanted in the privacy of his own safehouse. Of course,
given how long Xlaits had been gone, perhaps he should have been a little bit more wary of the length of time that had passed. If he had, perhaps he
would have realised that the likelihood of Xlaits returning increased the longer he was away. It was a careless and stupid thing to lose track of.
The thud against the door startled the blond out of the trance he was in whilst looking at a picture he had deemed his favourite of the few magazines
he had laying on the couch cushions open at different images. Before the door had even opened, he was already stuffing the used tissues into the bin,
closing the magazines, stuffing them into the bag and tucking his still half hard cock back into his pants. Of course, during that time Xlaits had
entered the house and it didn't take a genius to realise that the project had noticed what Fenrir had been doing on that couch.
Fenrir's expression was a defensive scowl but his own cheeks were flushed as he tidied himself up. The air was heavy with arousal and if he could
smell it, then Xlaits certainly could. Feeling awkward about what he'd been caught doing, even if it was a perfectly natural thing to do, Fenrir kept
his own back to Xlaits as he went into the little kitchen area to busy himself with making a snack.
A poor attempt at acting as though he didn't care about what had just happened.
Nothing was said on his end, though his mind was whirling. At least again his mind was taken off his earlier reminiscing of sights that would never
permanently leave his mind's eye. It could have been done in a much more desireable way but since when had things ever been that simple for the
Fenrir?
What in the hells was he supposed to say anyway? He'd just been caught with his hand down his pants in the middle of looking at porn. It made him
seem extremely human just then, that he could have such a normal human interest in the sight of the naked body. There were even other projects in
there, ones bred for the single purpose of being photographed for those magazines. Ears, tails, paws, fur, anything that might appeal to an
audience.
There was no way he would be able to look at Xlaits again, not with the tension in the air.
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Shaking his head slowly, he stops, withdrawing his hand. Giving himself a moment to think, he tries to clear his head, and remember that thought he
had moments before. Not able to think right, he just turns around, letting his true form back out... which wasn't very smart. His enhanced sense of
smell caught the thick scent of arousal like Hiroshima caught an atom bomb, knocking him right on his ass. He shook his head, trying to clear his
nose, he eventually gave up, shrugging.
Seeing a hastily forgotten mag sitting just out of direct line of sight, he stands, walking over to it and setting it, face down, on the couch, not
even bothering to look inside. His eyes caught a full shot of the bar code, and his programming went wild. Having just updated his system while he was
out, he caught a full view of each page, which, in turn, stunned him for a moment. His tail now lashing the air, moving nervously to and fro, he
closes his eyes, blanking the images from his head.
The scent was really getting to him now, a slight grin on his face as he licks his teeth. "Tell me something, Fenrir..." He stretches out, cracking a
few of his vertebra, not that they needed it. "You were going to ask me something before I left..." His grin grew a little wider, his tail swaying
slowly now, but still faster than it usually did. Every muscle in his leg seemed tense, even as he walked, causing him to crouch a little. This was
usually a bad sign in the animal kingdom, a feral instinct. Pouncing.
"What was it you wanted to ask me, brother?" He quickly recalled the conversation directly before his brother's confusion. He had mentioned once being
organic. This only made more thoughts race. Finally, the original thought he had came back, but he saved it for later, forming it's direct design
somewhere in his person. But that was for later. He had other plans on his mind right now...
Ones that may or may not spark the other's projects interests...
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He wanted to leave, it was that simple. He felt a fool for having been caught, embarrassed beyond belief and continuing to hang around Xlaits was out
of the question. What if the project knew nothing of what he'd just walked in on? What if he just thought it was some quirk of the wolven model? Could
he get away with that? Play it off as being some kind of flaw in his design or something? He could even say that the thick smell in the air was that
of an experimental type of oil they'd attempted to use within him that hadn't worked properly. It was all plausible, but would Xlaits accept it? Or
did he know already what the smell was?
As soon as the project spoke, Fenrir knew something had changed. The awkwardness had dissolved into something more anticipatory and he wasn't quite
sure what to make of it. Xlait's entire demeanor seemed to have changed and Fenrir turned to find out just why the atmosphere had changed in the safe
house. He regretted it almost immediately upon sighting the grin.
Feeling his hackles rise as Xlaits' stance shifted, his eyes followed the movements of the tail before he forced his gaze back to the project's face.
He was nervous, that much was obvious. Xlaits was bigger and heavier than he was himself and if he did pounce as his body language suggested that he
would, Fenrir would be hard pressed to do anything about it unless he could somehow move out of the way quick enough. He did have to think about
Xlaits was making reference to though. He couldn't recall wanting to ask a question.
And then it clicked.
"I wanted to ask... about what you meant by being organic." He announced, tail held perfectly still behind him. It seemed like a silly question out of
context but considering what he'd been thinking at the time he'd had the question on his mind, and what he'd just been caught doing, it didn't take
much intelligence to join the dots. "I wanted to know what you were implying..."
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"Well, brother..." He grins, licking his teeth as eyes his brother, his nostrils flaring slightly as he inhales more of the still thick scent in the
room. "Because I was once organic..." He slowly circles the other project, ears twitching. "... I do know what instincts they have..." A gentle purr
emanated from his throat as he spoke, somewhat disturbing his words. "... more importantly..." A grin grew on his lips. It wasn't one of his normal
grins. His eyes gave away something behind them, but it was mixed with other thoughts and intentions. "... instincts that you have, Fenrir." His tail
swaying from side to side, he continues to purr, keeping the merc trapped in place as he circled him.
"Instincts that I still have, too..." His legs relaxed as he moved, something having awoken in his programming. "Ones that they let me keep..." He
chuckles softly at the thought. "To keep the soldiers 'entertained' and in a good mood." He grins, licking his teeth as he circles tighter, his tail
helping keep him in place. "Yet, they do tend to be awakened every now and then... and it's not that hard to do..." He was getting a little close for
comfort, his breath can be felt on the neck of the other project.
"I'll let you put the pieces together, Fenrir. I know you're smart enough to figure it out..." He chuckled softly, his purring actually causing his
slight laugh to waver a little. "I'm very much still organic on the inside... but my cold, new body dosn't like to let me show it... I'm still
'human,' if that's what you could call it. I'd still look like this, even without my nanites." This was actually the first time this had been brought
up in him, as he had never actually gone to the battlefield, and he had zero training on this, as they thought it would have been a waste of time. It
was an interesting feeling, his own body not reacting the right way to his own commands. He really had to force movements at this moment, his
programming being sent wild as a new chemical was introduced into his system.
"Now brother... maybe I can help you with that 'problem' you're having right now..."
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Xlaits was implying exactly what Fenrir thought his was implying and the obsolete project wasn't sure how to feel. On one hand, his body was well and
truly thrumming with arousal as he followed the other project's movements with his eyes. On the other hand, he was nervous as all hell. His mind was
telling him that it was ridiculous and that he should step away, dispel the odd atmosphere and go back to being the coldhearted old mercenary once
more. It frightened him that his body was beginning to win out over his mind. Never before had he felt the urge to take a mate as strongly as he did
right then, and Xlaits wasn't even 'mate' material.
Fenrir was holding perfectly still, as if afraid that even the slightest movement would provoke the other project and even when Xlaits was well and
truly invading his space, the mercenary refused to move, barely even daring to breathe with the tension coiling in his body. Warm tongues of arousal
were drifting through his veins, clouding his senses until all he knew was that he needed to find release in a serious way.
"Help me then." The mercenary ordered in a quiet growl and almost trance-like, he reached a hand down to where his reawakened erection was tenting his
pants, leaving a small damp stain where the tip was pressed against the fabric.
It was entirely surreal and with the way Fenrir was acting, it was as though it wasn't Fenrir any longer at all. The hand not busy rubbing and
pressing lightly at the front of his pants went up into his hair and a few moments later, accompanied by some low growling of discomfort, a pair of
fuzzy grey ears rose from the mess of lank blond hair. The poor bastard had concealed them by physically taping the fuzzy extremities to his head, and
allowing them to stand properly had pulled out fur and hair with the strength of the tape used. By that point, Fenrir didn't seem to care, his pupils
dilated as though his was drugged.
All he could see was Xlaits, all he could hear, smell, taste was Xlaits. All he wanted right then, was Xlaits.
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Grinning wider, he took his time, his rough tapered tongue licking at the merc's neck, his hands running down the other project's front, coming to
rest on his brothers crotch, his padded palms pressed firmly aganst his tent. "As you wish."
Roughly pressing Fenrir against the wall behind him, he grins, keeping him pinned as he moves slowly to the other male's jeans, licking the fabric
slowly and teasingly. Using his teeth, he undoes and unzips the other's pants, pulling them straight down, his tail following by removing the boxers
that blocked his way. Chuckling softly, Xlaits presses a gentle kiss against the tip of the length hanging in his face, slowly kissing a line down
it's underside. His purr starting up again, he grins, licking slowly back up the underside. His purring started to get his tongue vibrating as he
worked up to the tip, ending it with another kiss.
Where his mind was, he came to a realization. Being a being with many forms, he could please and tease his target of affection in almost unlimited
ways...
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Well beyond caring about much of anything by then, Fenrir subtly pressed himself into the hands that joined the one he was pleasing himself with. He'd
felt nothing like this before, not even while looking at his magazines so it had to be something to do with the fact that he was with another being.
He'd seen it before, two beings together in intimate ways but he'd never indulged in such things himself, something always driving him away, keeping
him glued to his ways of being a loner, someone who didn't need anyone else, didn't care for anyone but himself. It was as if Xlait's presence had
awakened the old instinct to mate that had been dormant within him for as long as he'd been free of the labs.
Grunting as his back met the wall, Fenrir tilted his head back, glazed eyes staring at the ceiling as he felt Xlaits move his attention from his neck
to his crotch. He was so out of his mind right then that it didn't matter in the slightest that Xlaits had bared him from the waist down.
His breathing a little laboured, Fenrir was too far gone already to care that his heart was racing in his chest. All that mattered was that Xlaits was
touching his cock. The kisses weren't stimulating enough but that rough tongue on the sensitive flesh drove him wild to the point that his breathing
began to sound as though he was panting, a quiet whimper escaping his lips, though he hardly had the presence of mind to try and quiet his noises. His
hands moved to plunge into Xlaits' hair, his grip tightening enough to keep the male level with his erection but not quite enough to force him to take
the hot and heavy flesh into his mouth.
"More..." He demanded, his voice lower in pitch, huskier, his bright blue eyes darkened with lust. "Don't care what you do... or how you do it..." He
growled. "Just help me."
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Licking the underside of his length, he grins upon hearing those words. His tongue wrapping around the base as he gets to the base, he purrs, getting
his tongue to vibrate a little more. His padded palms pressing against Fenrir's thighs, he slowly works his rough tongue up the length, keeping it
vibrating the entire way.
His mind racing, and his senses going insane, he surpresses his urge to go all out, only teasing the other male. He grins, slowly pulling away,
pressing his lips gently against the merc's tip, slowly licking at the tip, the rough hairs on his tongue dragging along the sensitive skin.
His palms dragging gently along his thighs, he grins, already having a trick up his sleeve. Letting the tip go with a little pop, he pulls away,
pulling the merc with him. Spinning him about-face, he presses the older project against the wall again, not hesitating as his paw-like hand grabs his
cock, slowly stroking it as he uses muzzle to push his tail out of the way, licking at the tight pucker.
Grinning, he keeps at his teasing, purring away while his tail sways slowly.
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Delicious. The rough tongue, the light vibrations, the grip on his thighs, it was all perfect, urging the blond's arousal higher, taking him to
heights of pleasure he'd never before attained, not that that was saying much given his limited sexual experience but still. It was clear that he was
enjoying Xlaits' ministrations and that was really all that mattered. Perhaps Xlaits was getting enough out of it that it wasn't too one-sided for
him. Fenrir wasn't one to feel guilt, but knowing that Xlaits could have one up over him would torment him until he returned the favour as it were.
When the project's tongue teased over the tip of his erection, Fenrir almost lost it then and there. He wasn't really trying to hold back and make the
encounter last long, but it would have been embarrassing to come that early. He couldn't help the pearly beads of pre-release that beaded at the tip
though, gathered up by that delightfully rough tongue. Gods it felt good. By that time, Fenrir was moaning quietly above him, his grip in the other's
hair tightening and loosening with the stimulation.
He made a noise of discontent as Xlaits moved away from the sticky tip and yelped as he was suddenly pivoted on the spot, about to whirl on the other
project and attack him for messing him about, when Xlaits grabbed his cock and the blond felt a moment of warm air bathe his hole before that rough
tongue that had so tortured him earlier, descended to lick at the intimate area.
Moaning loudly above the tiger-like project, Fenrir braced himself against the wall, his body shaking lightly with the strain of remaining upright
when his legs wanted to fold beneath him. Unfortunately, it wasn't long before they did. The combination of rough tongue licking at the tight little
ring of muscle and firm stroking of his cock undid the wolven male and he growled low in his throat as his release neared. He moaned without restraint
when it washed over him and he splashed the wall with sticky ribbons of cum before his legs gave out beneath him and he slid to the ground, panting
hard, resting his flushed face against the wall.
He said nothing for the time being and it wasn't clear if he was still affected by the lust he'd been overcome by, or if he'd regained his senses. He
simply remained there, leaning against the dirtied wall and panting to regain his breath.
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(My last couple of posts were from a mobile phone, so that's to blame for their shortness. >.<)
Gently pulling the spent male against him, he purrs softly, gently brushing his teeth against his neck before placing small nips and licks along it.
As long as he had use and purpose, he couldn't have been happier. Rubbing Fenrir's chest, he smiles softly. "Hehe, I was just getting started,
Fenrir." Carefully dragging his clawtips ever so slightly down the merc's front, he grins softly. "But, I can let you rest if you need it, Bro." His
tail gently brushes against his inner thigh, it's fur gently ticking all the most sensitive areas. "Or, I could see if they made you to react to
Catalyst..." He grins.
Catalyst, was a specially created chemical to forcibly induce arousal in some of the projects that it was compatible with. Xlaits' body made it and
stored it to use when needed. Most of the newer projects reacted with it, but he wasn't sure about Fenrir. Gently kissing and nipping along his neck,
he purrs deviously as he nips and licks, nuzzling softly against the merc's back.
He was leaving the choice up to him, just from seeing him hesitate before. He grins a little, thinking of a little trick, and a little gift. "It's all
your choice, master..." He grinned softly at the word, gently pulling a small, wolf's head pendant around the other's neck, fastening the clasp. He
kisses his spine gently, chuckling a little. "A little weapons locket for you. All your new little toys are gonna be stored in here." continuing to
gently tease the merc's skin, he smiles softly, purring, keeping Fenrir's back tightly against his chest. There was something inside him that didn't
want to let him go just yet. A familiar, yet distant feeling, that he couldn't put a finger on. But it didn't matter now... not yet anyway.
Still in 'rut mode,' he moves around and under his brother's arm, slowly and teasingly licking him clean, only trying to influence his decision. Going
into a semi-human state, he lets his ears and tail stay, his tail continuing to work. Oddly, his choice in leaving his ears and tail only made him
look, in his opinion, a little cuter.
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Fenrir had to admit that even the little things the other project was doing to him were more than a little pleasureable, more so that he would have
expected from something so simple. He would never have guessed that the gentle brushing of lips and tongue, the light nip of teeth or the caress of
fur against him could arouse him so much. He shuddered as the claws raked lightly over his chest, and again as the fur of the creature's tail teased
him in places that wouldn't otherwise be touched. Fenrir had no idea that he was so sensitive to the touches of another, but then again, he couldn't
remember the last time someone had been so intimate with him, if they had been at all. He seemed rather inexperienced after all.
The mention of Catalyst had him growling quietly in denial of the drug. He knew he was compatible with it. It had been used against him once when he'd
fallen into the wrong hands. It was a torture that he never wished to endure again as they'd forced it on him and then left him to suffer the
consequences. He'd ended up having to rut against the floor in order to find release when they'd bound his hands. However, the growl wasn't because of
the bad memories.
"I don't need Catalyst." He muttered. "Don't insult me." Of course he could get it up a second time. There was no way that Xlaits could possibly be
implying that he didn't think he was capable of gaining another erection so soon after releasing, but Fenrir felt the need to defend his virility.
The choice of the word 'master' made the mercenary's decision for him. After being a project, a slave, a mercenary, to be a master for the first time
was exhilerating and the project's eyes dilated to the point that only a sliver of blue could be seen around the edges of his irises. The change of
appearance only seemed to hurry the blond's descent into madness that much more quickly and it was clear that Fenrir was once again losing himself to
that all consuming lust. In the blink of an eye, he'd pushed the bigger project on his back and pinned him in place with surprising strength, though
obviously Xlaits could get away should he so desire to.
"Tell me what more you wanted to do to me..." He ordered in a low, aroused growl. "And then do it to me, Xlaits. Show me what you can do... Prove to
me that you're useful to me as more than just a weaponsmith..."
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Playing the weak card, he let himself get pinned, yelping softly from the initial force put behind the other's movement. His ears twitching as his
polychromatic eyes searched the other's face, seeing exactly what his forms were doing. Lips drawn into a deviant's grin, he runs his hands along the
other's sides, his hive of a mind buzzing and racing with itself, picking forms and positions, it was maddening to a normal person's mind. "Well,
let's just see what I can dig up." Licking his teeth, he leaned up against the restraining project, laying a gentle kiss on his lips. It was clear
that Xlaits could go from docile to badass in mere moments, and for a project that didn't like taking orders in the slightest, he gave himself away
all too easily.
"Let's just see where instinct takes us, Fenrir." And it was the dead second he finished saying that, that he turned the tables on him, pressing the
older project against the ground, easily straddling his waist. His tail already working at coaxing the wolf-type project's length back up, he grins,
pressing his blackened nails slightly into the other male's shoulders. "I wonder how long I can keep you going; Maybe that'll prove my worth." Pulling
his tail carefully and teasingly away, he presses back a little against the hardened length behind him, his tail carefully staying out of the way.
Half-lidded, his eyes looked into the other's, as he moved, carefully drawing their attention away from what he was really doing. The weight of Xlaits
shifted slightly, before moving a little, pressing the the tight ring of simulated muscle against the tip of his brother's cock. A purr going, he
presses back and down enough to take the length into himself, shuddering softly as he presses the full length into himself. "A lot bigger than I
thought at first..." Grinning, he works slowly along the merc's length, each press going deeply into him as his own length rubs against his master's
chest... well, for now, he'd be the pet...
Releasing a soft moan, he keeps at his pace, pulling his tail up to his lips. Carefully shaping it with his teeth and tongue, he removes it to reveal
a hard, slick covering, pulling it back around to press against the pre-sickened tailhole of the mercenary below him. Without hesitation, he pushes it
deeply into him, knowing exactly where to hit as he kept at a pace similar to his own on the other's member, only using the opposite thrust patterns.
Leaning down with heavy breath, he kisses the male below him deeply, not exactly letting him out of it easily.
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It wasn't clear whether or not the blond thought he was atop Xlaits of his own power, or because he knew the male had let him, but that didn't really
matter anyway. He was on top of Xlaits, and he was calling the shots. Right then, it didn't occur to him that the tables might be turned on him. He
was almost eagerly anticipating the things that Xlaits could do to him, shaking subtly as he remained perched on the other project's hips. He had
barely a second to react when the bigger project rolled them and it wasn't enough for the wolven male. He wasn't quick enough and found himself
looking up at the newer project with a small growl.
Moaning quietly as the furry tail set about bringing his length to full erection, he tried to rock his hips up into the stimulation as best he could
with Xlaits atop him. He was growling again when the tail moved away and the light rocking against his hard cock wasn't enough. He was irritated when
the male shifted above him, his own eyes locked onto those of the project above him until his own rolled back as the other sank down upon his
erection. He was incapable of speech as his length was swallowed inch by hard inch by the tiger-like project and lay there panting once he was
completely sheathed within the other's body.
His moans gained more volume as Xlaits began to work above him, his hands reaching up to grip Xlaits' hips to guide his motions, blunt nails digging
into the male's hips. His eyes widened as they landed on the tiger's tail and what Xlaits was doing to it. It was oddly erotic to see, and then as it
snaked towards him, Fenrir attempted to shift his hips slightly in encouragement, though it wasn't easy with Xlaits atop him.
A loud moan and a hard shudder rippled through him as the slick tip of the project's tail pressed first lightly against him and then slid smoothly,
deeply inside him. With his tail held out of the way as best it could be, Xlaits' tail was free to move without obstruction, prying more moans from
the older project who tried to rock down into each thrust and then up to push himself deeper into Xlaits. So much stimulation was bound to be his
undoing, though he managed at least to give a little in return as he reached between them to stroke Xlaits off.
The kiss muffled the mercenary's groan as he was brought closer to his second climax and that kiss became sloppy as the blond couldn't help but focus
on the impending orgasm that was just out of reach. It was when the other's tail brushed right over that spot in a firm motion that Fenrir broke the
kiss to cry out with the force of his release, his grip on Xlaits' hips and cock tightening for a moment as he rode out his orgasm, spilling his
essence in the other's body. His penis softening inside the other project, Fenrir's arms flopped to the sides as he looked dazedly up at the newer
project, his pupils contracting back to their normal size.
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Moaning and purring as his own malehood was stroked, he Continued at his task, loving every last second of it. His tail continuing to press at that
one little spot, he shudders himself as he feels the project under him thrust himself deeper into him, his own stamina keeping up as he worked at the
other. Moving a little out of the way to let Fenrir stroke him, he did moan into the kiss some as he teased and fucked the mercenary below him.
As the wolven male came, Xlaits moaned a little louder, loving the feel of the thick, warm liquid inside him. It wasn't there for long as his body
absorbed it and, as the male under him went limp, it only caused the large tiger to grin, kissing the merc's neck, slowly lifting himself off of him,
his own drives still going on full blast. Once fully separated from him, he presses a hand against his side rolling him onto his stomach. "Mmm, hehe,
getting worn out there, Master Fenrir?" He teased softly, pressing his palms onto the male's back, his length, slicked with precum pressed tightly
against the smaller projects rear entrance.
There was no warning as Xlaits made a single, rough thrust, burying his cock deep within the older project, pressing against the prostate of the
recieving male. A slight roar being released from his throat, he thrusts slowly but deeply into the male, his tail's fur coming back to tease at the
sensitive inner thighs of the mercenary as he worked his body. Each thrust hit deeply, and slowly quickened in pace. There was something different
about each thrust. the in thrusts felt smooth, easily made. It was a little rougher on the way back out, as the tigerean male's length still retained
a small amout of the feline barbed cock trait, even in his more human state.
Each barb gripping and teasing the inside of the make, he continued to pump deeply into the other, growling and moaning, and as he picked up speed and
got a little rougher, started roaring softly. This was bliss, a feature never tested, but he knew fully worked. Nipping at Fenrir's neck roughly, his
still pointed teeth dug in and pulled his body into each thrust, his hands breaking the floor a little to get a better grip.
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Growling quietly at the implication that he was tired, despite the fact that he was indeed getting a little worn out, the wolf protested as best he
could considering he did need a quick pause in order to catch his breath. He wasn't used to such intense feelings when it came to being pleasured.
Normally he jerked himself off and while it felt good, it wasn't near as mind blowing as what he was experiencing right then with Xlaits. He moaned
softly as the other's tail slid free of his entrance, feeling that odd empty sensation without the smooth tailtip there to fill him any longer and lay
there near bonelessly to recover.
And then Xlaits thrust into him.
Arching up with a sharp cry as the other's thick cock pushed deep inside him, Fenrir clung to the tiger and rocked beneath him with each thrust,
panting as his length arose for the third time. He was helpless against the things Xlaits was doing to him, getting swept away with everything.
Another cry sounded from him as those sharp teeth dug in for purchase and the wolf's own claws dug in in order to help him hold on, keeping him in
place so that Xlaits' cock could press yet deeper still.
It was with a howl that Fenrir came for the third time, head thrown back, hard cock spurting between them. He was sweaty and smeared with cum and
exhausted but he felt so damn good that he didn't care about any of it. He was pretty sure that he wouldn't be able to stand, his legs felt like jelly
but he continued to rock beneath the tiger until he too was spent.
There were no words for how the wolf was feeling right then. The sensations defied explanation. His body still twitched with small aftershocks of
pleasure, his leg jerking on occasion as his weary body relaxed, his eyes closed and tongue lolling in the canine way of attempting to cool himself
quicker. Moaning softly, Fenrir daren't open his eyes for fear of what he might see above him. He was exhausted, his stamina hadn't been needed in
such a way before and Xlaits... He had no idea of how Xlaits might be feeling after that. Their ambiguous 'relationship' was even more convoluted than
it had been before so the canine male had no idea of where he might stand anymore. So he lay there, waiting, not sure quite what he was expecting, but
waiting none the less.
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Grinning and growling, his nails dug deeper as he thrust each time, every thrust getting harder and faster, each one getting rougher, and the barbs
grabbing even more. His eyes closing and ears folding back, he continued to pound into the wolf beneath him, each growl getting louder until he
actually started to roar slightly with each thrust, the sensations new and odd, yet exciting to him, each push bringing him closer to release, and,
being built for this application, he wasn't a lightweight. His sharpened teeth digging in, yet amazingly not drawing blood, he roars loudly, a spurt
of pre leaking from him and causing him to get much faster than before.
And then came such a sweet release; and his first.
Roaring with a ferocity that showed who he truly was and what he could really do, his hips gave one last, forceful buck, before letting him release,
pressing his length deeply into him to let a rather large load flow into Fenrir's body. Panting softly, he slowly unlatches his jaw from the
Mercenary's shoulder, he licked the bitemark before rolling them both over, letting the wolven male lay atop him, his length popping out during the
roll.
Gently licking and kissing his brother project's neck, he purrs softly, his hands running along his spine as he smiles softly. His breath still heavy,
he chuckles a little, running his palms back down the other project's sides, not knowing what to think at that moment, and wondering what the other
thought. His eyes searching the other's expressing, he looks for an answer within it, something to let him know what the other felt.
Unfortunately, his programming was still a little off from the overload of senses that had hit him, so it was near impossible to tell without words.
"Hehe, that was... indescribable... absolutely stunning..." He chuckles softly, licking his teeth softly as he gives a little kiss to the lips of the
other male. "What'd you think, Fenrir... am I worth more to you than a gunsmith?"
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It began to leak from him. He could feel it, cooling fluid dribbling from his stretched entrance in a way that made him uncomfortably aware of it. It
felt unusual, even wrong but given how exhausted he was, there was little he could do unless he wanted to move and that would probably cause more of
the thick, cooling substance to ooze from his stretched hole. Moaning softly in discomfort as they were rolled and the tiger's barbed length slid free
of him, Fenrir attempted to ignore the world around them for a just a little longer. He wasn't sure what he was waiting for, but Xlaits breaking the
silence wasn't it.
Looking away at the kiss, prompting it to land on his cheek, Fenrir attempted to regain some of his usual distance and rolled himself off the bigger
project whilst stifling his noises of discomfort. He needed a shower as much to clean himself as to ease some of the aches he'd accumulated during
their heated 'mating' and focusing on those numerous aches helped him to further distance himself from the tiger as he composed himself.
"Yes." He murmured in response to the male's question, though his reply sounded a little reluctant. He was already starting to withdraw emotionally as
well as physically and at the rate he was going, a request for Xlaits to leave probably wouldn't be unexpected.
He said nothing more than that though, standing and stretching, trying to ignore how thick ribbons of the projects cum were dribbling down his legs.
Evidently Fenrir didn't absorb it as Xlaits did. "You can have the shower after me if you want it." He announced as he strode away towards the
bathroom door. Of course, the bathroom was little more than a toilet stall with a tiny basin and a rusting shower cubicle. Hot water was a luxury the
safehouse didn't offer, so when the nude wolf stepped beneath the spray, the blast of cold water wasn't unexpected. It was unpleasant though and he
shivered his way through the shower, scrubbing off the evidence of their coupling.
Already his thoughts were on how he'd have to tape his ears back down, stuff his tail away and get rid of Xlaits before something else happened but
for some reason, he couldn't remember what it was like to exist without the tiger and that worried and confused him. It wasn't as though they'd been
together long and already the wolf couldn't remember how he functioned without Xlaits?
When he finally emerged from the tiny bathroom, he stalked out towards the bed, collecting and donning his clothes from where they'd been removed, and
without a word to Xlaits, he slid beneath the thin sheets to rest.
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Smiling softly at his words, he nods, slowly standing up and dusting himself off a bit before walking to the bathroom. Hell, it was better than a
military bathroom. Flicking on the water, he shuddered a little, letting out a small yelp as the cold hit him, but quickly adjusted. Letting the water
hit him and clear his mind, he licked at his teeth as he worked with his skin and hair, which under the weight of the water fell uselessly around his
head, getting in the way of his eyes.
His tail turning the water off, he works his hair back into the impossible shape it usually stood in, before at least putting pants on and waltzing
from the tiny room. Seeing the other project fret and withdraw, he offers a little advice as he walks to the nearest electrical outlet. "You know,
there's a less painful way to hide your ears." He chuckles a little, still working in drying off his upper half. "Try wearing a hat, or I could see
what I could do... if you'd like..."
Fully dry, he makes sure his tailfur wasn't wet as he leans against the wall, sliding down to a sitting position. His tail opens up, revealing a
standard wall plug, before plugging himself in. His eyes dulling a little as he switches power over, he smiles softly. He slightly wondered what the
other was thinking, and, in a way, hoped he'd not have to leave. He was tired of always running. He was sick of having to evade all contact with
humans and their like. But most of all, he didn't want to leave Fenrir. He finally found family, and that's all he wanted. He'd gladly stick to the
merc's side until one of them died. He'd give his life for him, be it near impossible.
He now realized what he felt. Could it actually be that he'd fallen for Fenrir, despite knowing him for so little time?
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It felt like it was a long time that the wolven male lay there in the bed, unable to sleep. Despite everything that had happened, the male found it
ridiculously hard to sleep, as though he was so overexhausted that his body didn't realise that he could rest. He needed it so badly, things had been
practically non-stop since the minute he rescued the project and yet when a time of peace for him finally arrived, he couldn't manage to close his
eyes for longer than a few moments. It was frustrating him as it left him tossing and turning, unable to get comfortable beneath the flimsy sheets. It
might have been the fact that he just wasn't used to having someone else in the house.
"If I wanted your advice, I'd ask for it." Fenrir grumbled, rolling over to ensure that his back was to the other project. He was beginning to feel as
though he couldn't do anything himself, as though everything he'd done before was wrong. He felt like he was wrong because he was obsolete
compared to Xlaits.
Since Xlaits had gone quiet, it allowed the wolf to pretend that he was once more alone in the safehouse, and that seemed to allow him to get the
sleep he so badly needed. He had much on his mind but his body was too worn down to allow his stressed mind to continue to keep him up and so before
long, the blond had fallen asleep beneath the sheets, though he didn't look as relaxed in sleep as others might do.
Come morning the following day, Fenrir was up at the crack of dawn, despite not getting a whole lot of sleep. Scratching behind a fuzzy ear, he moved
over towards the kitchenette in order to make himself a cup of coffee. Setting some water on to boil, Fenrir didn't seem to show any consideration for
the fact that Xlaits might be sleeping, if the project was capable of such a thing, as he set out a chipped mug for himself and set some cheap coffee
granules into it.
He did it all on autopilot, even as he moved away to root around in a small cupboard by the bed to pull out some fresher clothes than those he was
wearing. All those things were back on his mind, most revolving around what he was going to do with Xlaits. However, there was something else,
something that prompted him to rub at forehead as if to ward off the growing headache. He tugged at his ears in frustration as it only seemed to get
worse. With one hand pressed to the side of his head, he poured the boiled water into his cup for his drink and then seemed to pause, staring into it
as though it held the answers he sought.
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Set on low power, there were few functions that worked. Sight was down to basic "If it's to close, wake up" sort of thing, his hearing dummed down to
only rouse with the loudest of noises that could happen around him. Essentially, he was in a type of guard mode, ready to defend himself and Fenrir,
if necessary. So, until full charge, he would only awake if he noticed immediate danger, or someone pulled his plug. this was the closest thing to
sleep he had left. Having not even shifted position, he looked like a statue, perfectly still.
Licking his teeth, he hits full charge, slowly standing and stretching, his tail yanking from the wall. Gently going though his full range of motions
to get his joints to stop sticking, he smiles as his eyes brighten up to their usual luster. Still only wearing Jeans, he shakes the 'sleep' off,
looking around as his eyes adjusted and calibrated. The first thing he noticed, was that Fenrir was already up and about. Quickly going over a reply
of the night before, a dull blush falls over his face as he chuckles softly to himself, picking up a few cleaning utensils, and walking about to clean
up the aftermath of last nights escapades. He wasn't going to stop being useful. If he wasn't, he had no purpose, and if he had no purpose, he was
only a weapon... wasted synthetic life and AI programming.
Dutifully working, he chuckles, humming and purring. "Good morning, Fenrir." He uttered, apparently more energetic than the day before. His hips swung
a little as he cleaned, his tail carrying the bucket for water as his hands went at the mess with a mop. He was a little unsure of what to say as he
kept his eyes on his work, his mind focused unwaveringly. Yet....
Having seen the other rubbing his forehead, he shakes his own head, licking at his teeth. "Something troubling you, Bro?" He stands, having finished
up, and sets his task at putting away said cleaning utensils. "I can always lend an ear, if needed." He smiles softly, then goes about designing
something in his head, taking a seat, his tail flicking a forgotten magazine of Fenrir's to the side...
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It was dazedly that the lupine male looked up when he was greeted but when the other occupant said nothing more, Fenrir went back to staring
mindlessly into his drink. He didn't seem well, and the pressure against his head that he was putting on didn't seem to be helping him any. He just
clutched tighter at his hair, pulling on the strands as if to pull a chunk of it right out of his head while with his free hand, he raised his black
coffee to his lips and took a sip. His hand shook as he did so and without even realising it, he was growling quietly.
When Xlaits called him on it, Fenrir raised his gaze to the male, pupils slitted and fangs bared. Something was definitely not right with him. He
seemed unwilling to acknowledge that though, since admitting weakness was something that he hated to do.
It was when he sank to his knees, dropping the scalding coffee and using both hands to pull at his hair that he drew more concern.
It was the arousal, the hormones flooding his system that had triggered it from the night before when they'd had their romp together. The reason he'd
been scrapped was because he'd shown no progress no matter what they did to him, injecting him, pressuring him, all but killing him, but now, some
kind of change seemed to be coming over him, almost like he was... evolving.
The hormones that had flooded his system had triggered parts of him that had laid dormant and now it was reacting, some years after he'd been released
from the government's 'employ'. While he'd seemed pretty normal, despite the added appendages, now, there was an element of danger in the air, as
though he'd gained some presence in the room as more than just a stoic mercenary, he had become something of a threat.
The fur of his ears and tail stood on end and his body shook almost as if he was convulsing and while he underwent whatever change it was that his
body was certainly not enjoying, he was growling around his elongated fangs, claws digging into his scalp as he held on almost for dear live. Around
them, the few electrical appliances in the safehouse were going nuts, switching on and off, spitting sparks and blowing up, leaving small fires that
billowed smoke.
Some compulsion had him tearing his hands away from his head, a few clumps of hair and all, and holding them out before him. Before he'd even managed
to steady them, his heart racing in a way he was certain it shouldn't, there, in his palms, writhed a ball of electrical energy in each, flashing with
white light, veins of blue and red and purple crisscrossing over the surface of the ball of pure energy that he'd just stolen from some of the
electrical appliances in the house. Thankfully it didn't appear as though he'd tapped the supply to the safehouse, or else he'd probably have blown
them up, as he'd blown up the overhead lights, the digital clock, the radio and the fridge.
With a roar of either exertion, pain or anguish, or some mixture of all three, the project clenched his hands shut which seemed to divert the energy
which his body then actually stored, and after a few moments of steam rising from his body, presumably where the sweat had evaporated right off of
him, the wolven male slumped forwards, barely conscious while behind him, the kitchen fire was gaining momentum.
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