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i am McSuffering, will return when i have functioning braincells and don't owe a 5-7 page paper

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there's a part of lucien that considers leaving when the opportunity presents itself, but even without the looming reality of what his injuries will do if he doesn't get them fixed, he doesn't even know where he would go. all he knows is the brothel and if they threw him out in the first place, he's not dumb enough to think they'd see him returning as any kind of positive sign. yet there's a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. maybe if victor can fix his voice, maybe they'd take him back. maybe he'd even get some kind of reward for being loyal, best of the best. if nothing else, it'd be less scary than the strange unfamiliarity of all this...kindness. sex is easy. it's simple, straightforward. be who they want him to be, bend how they want him to, moan and don't complain. but this? lucien can't figure out who victor wants him to be and that means he has to be himself and he has no idea who that is or if it's anyone worth being kind to.

he makes a face at the mention of sand in his wounds, nose scrunching in distaste. his hand and leg are bad enough, but even without seeing it, lucien knows his chest is torn up enough underneath his shirt that sand would probably bring the whole thing to a very crunchy screeching halt. at the question, he just shakes his head, unsure what he would even ask for even if he didn't feel his stomach twist at the very idea of requesting things. 'i can work while you sleep. tell me what to do.' not that it's particularly realistic given the state he's in, but the idea of just sitting there feels wrong.

victor knew that he couldn't force lucien to trust him, that he couldn't force him to open up at all, but he would do everything in his power to prove that he wasn't a threat for as long as it took. if only to make certain that lucien didn't leave his crappy apartment and endanger himself. victor could tell that it hurt lucien when he replaced the missing fingers, but he couldn't stop once he started, so he merely flinched when he met resistance and attempted to be as gentle as possible.

victor watched lucien test out the replacements with a soft smile, pleased that his meager work does well enough, at least in a temporary sense. "of course," victor replied, without a second thought. he wasn't normally the altruistic type, but when someone was really in need, he didn't hesitate to help in any way that he could. was it because he knew that was what he had needed a multitude of times but never received? perhaps, but he refused to linger on such shadowed memories. "then we'll go. i just want to make sure that you're running well enough before that, 'cause sand in messed up parts might just make everything malfunction more." humming quietly in thought, victor returned to his stool. "the rest of these fixes are going to take more time. is there anything i can get you in the meantime? i'll have to sleep, soon, but i want to make sure you're comfortable first."

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grace half expects him to reject her - not so unreasonable to be terrified of her and the situation - but then she feels those soft, careful licks and it's all she can do to not lose it. the feral parts of her want to lose control and slam forward regardless of any comfort, desperate for the sweet relief that his mouth gives her. thankfully, she's in control enough to resist that particular urge enough to reduce any movements to stuttering little rolls of her hips, chasing more but not forcing it. fingers clench and unclench where they're tangled in his hair and a litany of moans fall from her lips.

he looks so pretty like this, fingers wrapped around her cock and making such sweet, filthy sounds as he does his best to take her. god, she could get used to this, but whatever is in the air demands more. maybe later, some idle, delusional part of her mind promises as if he'll actually want her after this. for now, hips stutter forward slightly and she pulls back, not wanting to hurt him. grip slides down to his clothes, transformed form not really allowing for speech but the needy way she pulls at the fabric with a whine makes it very clear she wants them off of him.

embry knew that he should be afraid. hell, if he weren't absolutely out of his mind with lust, he very much would be. shaking violently, perhaps screaming, definitely running as far and as fast as he possibly could. but whatever was fucking with their heads opened up a whole new can of worms of what embry found attractive, and that was an avenue of thought that could wait until after he was fucked brainless.

staring up at grace, embry's pupils were blown wide, overtaking the warm brown of his irises. long, thin claws tangled in embry's hair, not too gentle but not hard enough that he was in pain. like goldilocks, the touch seemed to be just right, drawing a low moan from the base of his throat as they pulled him face to metaphorical face with grace's cock. whining quietly, reminiscent of a pup rather than a human, embry gave the cock a few tentative, curious licks before he ducked his head and swallowed as much as he could. that, admittedly, wasn't much with how girthy it was, but embry made his best attempt, head bobbing rhythmically, the debauched noises pairing well with little noises that reverberated in his throat. drool collected at the edges of his lips, tears at the corner of his eyes, but embry's gaze did not leave grace's as his hands joined his mouth, fingers seeming small as they stroked.

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the first time it'd happened, dahlia had all but convinced herself it was a dream. the feeling of her father's touch on her body, the scent of whiskey that lingered on her sheets even come morning and the undeniable wetness that soaked her panties that she blamed on how real the dream felt. this time when she feels him slip into the sheets next to him, hands quick to begin exploring the soft, pliable expanse of her body, she barely stirs. "daddy?" her voice is rough from sleep, barely more than a mumble as she shifts in his grip.

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denver had sworn to himself it was only going to be a one time occurrence, whisky imbued body leading him into her room where she lay nestled in those sheets. he'd promised it to himself . . . before he'd felt her, tightness clamping around his rigid length as he hushed her back to sleep that night. now he can't stop himself, sober as a judge the male slides himself beneath the warm sheets, her body so soft and pliant in the haze of sleep. gentle kiss is placed on the curve of her shoulder as he adjusts himself behind her, experienced hand roaming toward the front of those little sleep shorts she loves so much. "shh baby", a lulling whisper against her skin as he slips his hand inside, fingers dipping easily beneath the band of her panties.

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lucien still isn't entirely sure about victor, even if nothing he's done so far should give the android a reason to distrust him. it's just...odd. it goes against anything and everything he's ever seen for a human to be so selflessly interested in helping anyone, let alone an android. after all, lucien is an object, a thing to be used for a specific purpose and to be discarded when that purpose can't be fulfilled. that's why he's in this state in the first place; what sort of person purposefully collects a broken thing to try and fix? can he trust that sort of person?

despite his doubt, he offers his hand as requested. even now with as much of him as broken as it is, he's not sure he even knows how to refuse a request. no seems a foreign word, as impossibly untouchable as the sea. yet he listens to the man talk about the sea as he installs the new fingers, expression only faltering briefly with the pain. most androids have some ability to switch off pain recognition for repairs, but it isn't uncommon for androids in his position to have that option removed for several reasons, the most wholesome of which being avoiding the risk of a client harming the android in a non-visible way and the brothel being unable to repair them. a cost saving method at the expense of lucien and the others, but it's to be expected.

as it is, the pain of the replacement is fleeting and he's quick to flex and curl the new digits, adjusting to the sensation relatively soon. this time when he writes, he uses his dominant hand and though the writing is still somewhat uneven, it's a massive improvement. 'thank you.' a brief pause and a thought before he writes again. 'i'd like to go.' it feels like false hope to imagine that victor will ever truly take him to the sea, but the warmth in the core of him betrays that his heart doesn't know the difference.

at the back of his mind, distantly, victor knew that lucien's model wasn't typically built for sex work. he'd seen androids that looked like him working labor jobs, but he also knew, not through personal experience but secondhand, that brothels often ordered different types of androids and reshaped their processes for their own needs. it seemed such an insignificant detail, then, to make his eyes so pretty, though maybe that was victor's soft, fallible 'artist's heart' at work again. working against him, plotting the best methods to break his heart in a brand new way.

victor glanced toward the paper to read lucien's staggered replies, humming in thought as he stepped toward him, as slow and measured in movement as before. "i can take you there, after i fix you up, if you'd like to see it." tenderly, victor reached for the hand that was missing fingers. he waited for it to be offered by choice before he carefully worked the two pieces of metal in place of fingers. of course, they weren't as pretty as the original, clearly mechanical in nature, but they would work for what was needed. "centuries ago, it was of medical opinion that a jaunt to the seaside could heal many maladies. my mother used to take me out to the piers when i was ill, sniffling and whining, but appreciative nonetheless."

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grace is waiting for the scream and the horror, the typical reaction to seeing her transform. as much as she's fairly detached from other people's typical reactions, even she's not clueless enough to think that watching a random girl that's obsessed with you turn into a werewolf ( with a massive cock ) is a normal thing to experience. yet his reaction surprises her - though that might be an understatement considering the fact that his request is nearly enough to send her completely feral. it's all she can do to take a couple deep, shuddering breaths before moving forward, already so turned on that her cock is achingly hard and leaking precum.

she closes the distance between them in a brief few steps and slides inhuman fingers into his hair as tender as she can manage - which isn't much, truthfully, but she's trying her damnedest considering all she wants to do is rip his clothes off and ruin him. yet, thank god or whoever, she has enough self control to know that shoving it in dry isn't going to be much fun for either of them. her touch pulls his head towards her cock, eager for the warmth wetness of his mouth if he'll give it to her.

"i know you won't," embry replied, without a second thought, though he really should try to think past the overwhelming fog of desire that clouded all else in his mind. he didn't know grace, only interacted with her in the context of nurse and patient, yet now he was willing to expose the most intimate parts of himself to her simply because he was horny? the judgement was questionable, but all his self control had flown out the window the moment that grace's fingers wrapped around his wrist.

the kiss was so overwhelming that embry was dizzy with it, entirely too prepared to beg and plead for more as grace pulled away. then, embry saw her for what she truly was, what she warned him she was, and he brushed aside like it didn't matter to him. the triage room was so small that even with distance they were hardly separated. embry had to look up at grace, now, craning his neck to take in her true form. tall, fanged, hairy, what should have been repulsive, but strangely only excited him more. his dark, half-lidded gaze slowly fell to the girthy cock between her legs, more monstrous than any he'd ever seen. "i want you to mount me like a bitch," embry didn't realize he'd spoken his thought, dazed and aroused as his gaze returned to grace's golden, glimmering eyes. they, and she, were mesmerizing. he reached for her, tentatively, fingers trembling not with fear, but with want.

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his desperation wasn't helping her own, every single damn thing he did making her want him more and more. pair that with whatever was wrong with them, grace knew she only had a few moments before she almost literally burst from her skin. the wolf wanted out, wanted to fuck and breed and stuff him full so bad she couldn't stand it. every moan was like an electric shock, every touch like a fire in her core and the taste of him in her mouth? it was enough to drive her crazy.

"i won't hurt you." the promise was as much to herself as to him as she kisses him again, as deep and passionate as she could manage. that was when she truly broke, another low growl reverberating against his lips before she forced herself to step back. it was like torture pulling away from him, but she couldn't risk hurting him with her transformation and transform she did. only a few moments later she stood at her full werewolf height, eyes golden and just as fixated on him as before she changed, watching for his reaction. claws scratch against the floor as she shifts a half pace and, in direct opposition to her human form, a thick cock dangles hard as a rock between her legs.

never in his wildest imagination had embry thought that this would happen with grace, with any patient, but he had also never felt this feeling before in his life. the single, sole thing he could think about was sex. hard, rough, fucking. which was strange, because that normally wasn't his thing, but it was like he was possessed by an incredibly horny demon or something. absolutely, there was an outside force at play that should be cut from the source, but embry couldn't bring himself to care when grace was so close and intoxicating.

pressed impossibly close to grace, a practically endless streams of moans fell from embry's lips. if he wasn't numb to everything but desire, he would've found himself pathetic, but as was, he almost became feral himself hearing the growl come from grace. it wasn't expected, from someone who looked like her, but it was immeasurably hot. this was, when he would think about it, an incredibly stupid thing to say, but in that moment, embry did not care. he cared of nothing but how it felt to have grace touch him like that. "i don't care, i need you." embry whined, panting against grace's lips, eyes so dark they were almost black.

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victor might as well have been speaking a foreign language for all the sense his words made to lucien. he's gotten compliments before, sure, but the compliments people give an android they paid to fuck aren't exactly something one would want to repeat in public. on rare occasions, some were nicer. often they were people who convinced themselves what they were doing was mutual, pillow talk and sweet words as if lucien had any choice in the matter. as if he wasn't simply an object for their pleasure.

this was different. it seemed genuine, as if victor truly thought of the ocean when he looked at him. he didn't hate it, somehow, though he was sure nervousness was still written all over his features. it would be nice if it was real. the feeling made him want to believe it was; wouldn't it have been nice to let himself believe in kindness? it felt like believing in santa clause. his undamaged hand moves to write again, still clunky and uncertain.

'never been. never left city.' it wasn't exactly eloquent but it wasn't like he was bursting with options at the moment and wasting his time with long sentences and perfect grammar seemed redundant. 'first time out without-' a pause as he thinks of the right word. 'supervision.' even on the rare times he was taken for a house call, there was always someone waiting outside for him.

victor didn't watch the android, he didn't want to pressure them to answer, and instead returned to his tinkering. nimble fingers familiarized themselves with the mechanics before them, bottom lip sucked in between his teeth. absentmindedly, victor wondered just exactly what separated the two of them. not very much, aside from vic's status as human, even if it was sub-human in technicality. a part of him understood the android's reaction, then, because he had doubt that anyone would do what he had done for them, either, though this knowledge only made vic feel worse about the situation.

lost in his thoughts, vic didn't notice the android struggling, but did spot the synthetic blue blood when he'd looked up, brows furrowed. it must hurt. he had to hurry up and create the fixes that he could as soon as possible. victor's eyes scanned the page, then shifted toward the android, lucien's, face. his eyes were a stunning, deep blue-green. "how about sea for short?" victor hummed, returning to the parts in his hands as he waited for a response. "i grew up by the ocean. i remember the salt on the air, the distinct smell. i can still feel the sand in between my toes, the rush of running into the tide without fear." he held up what he hoped would work as fingers for lucien, the metal shimmering in the low light. "your eyes remind me of the color. warm, despite the cool tones of the shade. s-e-a."

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even with the damage wearing at his memories, lucien knows enough to see the reaction written all over victor's face. something about the suggestion seems offensive or disgusting. it was wrong, but that makes no sense. lucien had met very few people in his life that didn't want to fuck him or be fucked by him; the idea that someone didn't was jarring to say the least. maybe he was lying? strange thing to lie about. it's not like lucien would be offended by victor wanting to own him like that. it was what he was used to, practically what he was made for. he was sure the doubt showed on his face, but he didn't press that particular issue further. then again, he wasn't sure if he could if he wanted to.

gaze flickered between the pen and paper and victor, damaged hand flexing uncertainly at his side. it wasn't as if he'd done a lot of writing in his life, but he knew how. the problem now was how to do it with only three fingers remaining on his dominant hand. he took a slow unnecessary breath and grabbed the pen, wincing as he struggled to find a position where his remaining fingers could hold it steady. several failed attempted left the page stained with blue 'blood' and a frustrated sound slipped out of him, less of a vocalization and more of just a rush of air being forced out.

finally he gave up and switched to his left hand. the grip was uncertain but at least it hurt less. now he had to write. lucien was what clients called him and it was how he was listed when someone came in to hire an android, though most employees didn't bother with much more than his model number or simply 'android' - and those were the kinder ones. it was good enough, he supposed, and he scratched it out in slow, uneven strokes before turning the paper so victor could see.

then there was a flash of something close to panic and he pulled the paper back quick, brows furrowing as he added more to the page. it was a learned response, fawning out of fear. he was not allowed to have thoughts or opinions and it felt wrong to state his name like that, as if he had any right to be called what he wanted. how could he be so careless? when he turned the paper back around, underneath 'lucien', which was now scribbled out, was a barely legible sentence.

'call me anything you want'

victor knows that the android must be more broken than he can see with the naked eye. the real issue is that he's no mechanic, just has a basic knowledge of mechanics, and if he wanted to fix the android with swift efficiency and care, he should be going to one. but, it is clear that the android is confused, potentially scared, and vic didn't want to force them into a situation that made them uncomfortable. hell, they hardly seemed comfortable with him, so victor thought the suggestion might be a bit far fetched. they'd have to make due with his minimal skill.

it took a minute, but victor pieced together what the android was asking, even if it made his stomach form knots. did he really seem like that kind of person? that he would only save someone helpless because they would repay the favor with sex? bile rose in his throat, and all he could do was shake his head, reeling at the sudden realization of what he presented as. "you're very beautiful, of course, but that's not why i'm doing this." slowly, motions measured and careful so that they could be easily tracked, victor picked up a pen and a pad of paper from his desk, placing them beside the android. "here. i don't know if you will be able to, but you can try to write. i would love to know what to call you, your name. not the stupid number, what you want to be called."

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grace could practically smell the arousal on him, sweet and slick and intoxicating. it felt like everything she ever wanted, something she only ever dreamt about every time she was able to come to the hospital and see him. it made her brain feel more on fire than usual, even more so than...whatever it was in the air that was making them feel like this. she wanted to eat him up, wanted to tear him apart, wanted to find some way to be closer to him than anyone could possibly manage.

this was only made worse by the feeling of his lips finally pressed up against hers, just as soft as she had always imagined. grace pressed up against him, fingers tangled in his hair as her tongue moved forward, desperate to taste him. there was a sound in her throat, a needy sort of growl that made her pause just enough to break away, though she was barely a breath away from him. "i don't...ah-" another flash in her eyes, that feral thing begging to be let out. "i want...you. to fuck you." another pause a ragged breath and she wondered if he can feel that the nails she dragged across his skin were almost claws. "but i...can't." a small choked sound escaped her at the thought of not giving in. "i don't want to hurt you. i'm not..." another sound, this one closer to a whine as her feral brain tried to make words. "...human."

the mere fog clouding embry's mind thickened to a point that he could no longer think. he was bodily, wholly, consumed by his need to touch and be touched. he was so slick between the legs that he was surprised it hadn't coated his scrub bottoms from the inside out. grace's skin was so hot where it touched his, scalding but in a way that sent heat straight down to his core. embry couldn't hide his moans, low and desperate and so loud they were nearly deafening to his own ears.

now, embry had been groped a few times while on duty, usually by the aforementioned wizened old women or the middle-aged closeted husbands, but he never enjoyed it. not like this, which felt better than any time he'd ever been touched in his life. like a live wire was tapped straight into his nerves and was connected to and controlled by grace's skin. embry stared at grace's lips as she spoke, eyes half lidded, and, unable to stop himself upon hearing the plea, leaned in to press their lips together. embry's palms followed the curve of grace's waist, holding onto her hips for dear life, like an anchor.

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lucien knows there's more damage than is visible, even past the obvious lack of voice. the hurt is starting to settle more as his systems switch back on, the sensation shifting from a vague agony to more clear information. his chest hurts now too - or at least he's now aware that is where the pain is - but he doesn't examine it, not yet. that would require peeling back what little clothing he does have and there's a thousand reasons he wants to avoid that, not the least of which being fear.

victor doesn't seem a threat, but he's...confusing. his words only cause a small shake of lucien's head, brow furrowing. his injured hand comes up between the two of them and he gives it a small wiggle, wincing as the movement stings. it's the wound he's showing, not for the pain but for the mechanical parts beneath. he's not human. he's not a person, not as far as he's ever known.

there's a long moment where he's thinking, both trying to find words and trying to figure out how to communicate without a voice. what victor is saying can't be the truth; no human would rescue an android out of the goodness of their heart. maybe...maybe he wants what lucien is, a so called sex bot of his own. there's hesitation in his movements as he tries to ask that, a gesture to vic followed by a gesture to himself then a curious tip of his head and another gesture lower, past the waistline of the cheap sweatpants he wore - the part of him most people seemed to care about.

finally, feeling oddly guilty about it, victor glances up from his tinkering to look the android in the eyes. he wished he knew their name, so he could stop referring to them as 'the android' in his head. it made him feel like he was the same as the assholes that had done this to them, treating them as less than human. but, clearly whoever had harmed the android had damaged them internally, as well, most certainly in the region of the throat, otherwise they would be able to speak.

brows pinched, victor watches the android inspect their own hand, missing fingers probably the most jarring thing aside from the inability to speak. not that, metaphorically speaking, they really had the ability to prior to that, not to voice their own thoughts and feelings, slaves to the user's wants. victor sits with the wordless question for a beat. "you're a person. i couldn't just leave you like that, it wouldn't be right." especially because victor only realized once they were in the safety of his home, the distance signaling safety from the perpetrator.

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it's worse now, the more she touches his skin, the more she watches his reactions, his face, pupils blown wide and gaze desperate. oh, there's a part of her, feral and untamed, that wants to claw him apart, tear him up and live inside his skin. grace knows she can't let go. she'll hurt him, she will. but then he's asking her to touch him more and what the hell is she supposed to do? she can't tell him no, couldn't ever deny him anything he wants.

so she gives in, both hands on him now. it's just his hands at first, careful but desperate, but it's only a few brief moments before she's touching his chest, relishing the shape of him beneath his work uniform. "i-i..." it's rare for her to be so lost for words. needy hands dip down to brush along his waistline before back up again, pressing up briefly against the sides of his throat before up to his face. another flash, another needy stutter of that feral side. "i want...you. i want you. please." maybe if he goes first, maybe if he touches her, maybe she won't lose it. maybe, maybe, maybe.

the only thing embry was able to focus on was the fingers wrapped around his wrist, and how terribly he wanted the woman attached to them. embry was a professional, the emotion was wholly inappropriate, but he had exactly zero control over himself. embry's tongue darted out to wet his dry lips, dilated pupils recognizing a strange something flash in grace's eyes, but he didn't care anymore. about much of anything, aside from the sheer depth of his desire. "it's...very hot. maybe the a/c broke," embry murmured, though heat wouldn't explain the other things he was feeling. mouth dry, embry's gaze drop downward, drawn to the pretty shape of grace's lips. "please, keep touching me. it feels more than good."

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lucien listens intently, his own panic mingling with confusion and worry. that's not right. that shouldn't happen. people that rescue broken things shouldn't be hurt; after all, he was told time and time again that the reason he existed was so that he could take the abuse instead of humans. it was a justification, an explanation. one that didn't make any sense if humans were hurt like him too. a few short blinks and he tries to push that thought away, at least for now. it's obvious he doesn't know much of the world, but he doesn't even have the words to ask the questions that come.

there's a small shake of his head, not disagreement, just a quiet show of his thoughts - no, that's wrong and i hate what happened to you. his damaged hand slowly comes down from his throat and his gaze moves to examine it for a few brief moments. the remaining fingers flex and he winces, instead choosing to curl the hand up towards his body. finally, his gaze comes back to victor and he gestures, the meaning clear. why? why help him? why save him in the first place? why not let him rot? they share a pain but plenty came to the brothel that knew pain and did nothing for him. why now? why him?

victor knew what it was like to be afraid. hell, he was afraid every day of his life, unsure when one meal would be his last, when one john or jane might be the one to end his life. being impoverished was very similar to the life of an android. victor was certain if he presented his situation to the general public, he would be considered as inhuman as this android was, worth nothing. worth less to nothing, as he didn't participate in capitalism the same way as a wage worker might. his own life experiences made him incredibly empathetic to the android's plight.

he looked away from the parts that he tinkered with, ones he thought might be shaped into fingers for the ones ripped off of the android standing, panicked, in his living room. "i've been left in an alley before, too, y'know? beaten, bloody, barely alive. the cruelty of man is a horror behind my comprehension, even if i, too, have suffered at the hands of it." victor paused, throat thick with emotion that he dare not speak, he dare not feel fully, not again. "i know you probably can't trust me, and that's okay. i'll still do what i can, even if it takes time."

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feeling out of control isn't exactly an unusual sensation for grace which is most likely why it takes her so much longer to register the burning warmth flooding her body. wanting embry is nothing new - she wouldn't spend all her free time at the damn hospital if that weren't the case - and neither is the blurry fog that creeps into her mind, making every thought feel like a struggle to form. it's not until it gets worse that it finally starts to click, skin hot like a fever and arousal pooling at her core as she feels the soft sensation of his wrist against her fingers.

then he moans and he might as well have shot her with the way it feels like her whole brain short circuits, the sound bringing a flash of something less than human to the surface. no, no, that's not right. she'll hurt him if she loses control and she can't do that, not when she already promised to protect him. "from anything," she manages, voice decidedly more strained than before. "do you..." an unfamiliar uncertainty is creeping into her mind. she wants him so bad she could go feral, but she doesn't want to hurt him or scare him away. "it's...you're...it's hot in here."

embry could hardly focus at that point, his head thick and heavy with desire in a way that was completely out of control. the lack of control was the only thing that actively scared him, feeling incredibly out of body. strangely, though he hadn't noticed it before, embry suddenly felt very attracted to grace, intensely, like he'd never wanted anyone more in his life. this was entirely brand new, mere minutes ago, she'd just been another, perhaps slightly unhinged, patient, and now he was nauseous with desire.

where grace held embry's wrist felt like a brand, burning him from the inside out. his vision blurred as his eyes shifted from his work, to the fingers wrapped around him, to her acute gaze. embry opened his mouth to reply, but, embarrassingly, all that came out was a low moan as a full bodied shiver ran through him. closing his eyes for a moment, embry swallowed hard, trying to ignore the pulsing of his core. trying again, embry said, "you'll protect me?"

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intense, panicked gaze flickered around the room as the other spoke, still trying to make any sort of sense of his surroundings. he didn't know any different than where he had been, hadn't experienced almost anything outside of the brothel. a few, occasional house calls for particularly wealthy clients, but other than that? he knew nothing, knew no one. lucien was there to do what he was purchased to do, even if it hadn't been his original programming. the tk1790 range was typically laborers, rather than what he'd mostly heard called sex bots, but a place as sketchy as where he'd been didn't exactly get androids straight from the dealership. they got what they could find for cheap and yanked on enough wires until they had their perfect sex bot.

as the man - presumably human, though lucien's systems were still either booting up or too damaged to really tell at the moment - introduced himself, lucien gave a small nod of acknowledgement. his own lips moved again to try and introduce himself out of instinct, but once more nothing came out. at least victor was smart enough to figure out that lucien's silence wasn't by choice and he confirmed it with another nod. however, the android was still wary of any complete stranger that wanted to help. it seemed...unlikely.

when victor had first spotted and collected the android from the dumpsters behind a well-known, incredibly shady brothel, he had no idea that it had been an android at all. in the dimly lit ally, vic believed it to be a metal mannequin that he could strip for bits and bobs to use in his current art installation. however, when he finally got back to his teeny studio apartment and put the thing down, he realized exactly what he'd taken and felt an immediate blow to his stomach. it was damaged. its prosthetic skin was peeled back on one leg with it set at a jarring angle, and one of its hands had fingers missing and was dripping blue blood on the wood paneled floor. where one might be overly emotionless, vic always felt deeper than he should, what his friends credited to an 'artist's heart' but he himself knew to be something metaphorically faulty inside of his brain. he felt enraged, not at the android itself, but at whatever hurt it like this. no, not it. them. an android was just as much as person as he was, no matter what other people said. vic waited what felt like an eternity after he powered them back on, watching with empathetically wet eyes as they inspected their broken form, brows furrowing when they tried to speak but didn't. or couldn't, was more likely the case. "hey, it's okay. my name is victor. i found you like this in an alleyway, but don't worry, i'm going to do everything i can to fix you. to set this right. you can't speak, can you?"