How his lithe body danced for him! At first with discomfort, but he had grown accustomed to the pleasure. It was only through kindness that he had taken him in, given him a home and a place he could sleep. Poor little protector, his mind lost, wandering like a child in the midst of the desert sands. Reploid minds were so fragile, after all just a little tampering and you could make everything go away, moulding it to what you wanted with a flick of the finger. It had been so easy to make him into he wanted. The blond grunted (it seemed to be the closest thing he could utter to a moan, but it would do, he supposed), gritting his teeth hard as his partner slammed in again, gripping his shoulders and pulling him close for a kiss. It was a miracle that the bed seemed to hold them at all. If it wasn’t for the fact that they were on the first floor, it was possible that they would have fallen through from the combined weight alone. The bed bounced from their movements, the headboard banging into the wall behind them with loud thumps. The words were unspoken, but they were still clearly said, demanding hands running along ridged muscles and smooth, synthetic flesh. Warnings: Sex, Copy whining, mindfuck, Brick!Torment, Jen is a horrible person. Rating: R-18 because sex, even if it’s less explicit here.
Pairing: Copy X / Zero, implied Zero / X.