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Tenna remembers being unboxed. Soft fuzzy hands gripping underneath him and hoisting his lightner self onto the table in the living room. The very first face he ever saw was Toriel. She pressed his button and his screen lit up. Two voices speaking excitedly all around him.
He was looking back at them with amazement, he doesn’t know why but he feels so much joy in seeing them. The stage he’s standing on is small, but he knows he can change that. The world he’s in is full of static energy that moves through him. But he can think about redesigning later, he must entertain!
And entertain he did, they switched through his channels until they settled on a cheesy rom com. Tenna loved it, watching the two goat monsters lean close to each other. They laughed and snuggled up with a bowl of popcorn.
Tenna couldn’t take his screen off of them. They filled him with warmth, and more importantly, purpose. After a few hours the living room got dark, Toriel took the bigger monster’s hand. He kisses her and they turn Tenna off before disappearing.
Without them it was awfully lonely, darkness engulfs him as the night drags on. He kicks his feet and waits for their return. When do they return?
So Tenna spent his time going through channels on his own, since he’s off no one can see his screen. But he’s still free to explore!
In the end, he finds that he is apart of the average young married couple range of entertainment, so he’ll make sure to have plenary more comedies, romances, maybe even a few more mature content if they so desire. Whatever makes his family happy!
Tenna distracts himself from the loneliness by watching a romantic movie. The two leads have a misunderstanding before making up. There’s tears, smiles, and some flowers. All of it makes Tenna ache.
The CRT’s very first heat was spent alone in an empty and half finished studio. It came a few weeks after his unboxing, he didn’t see much of his family either. He felt the heat in his abdomen, it burned like acid and it spread over his wires. His tail flicking irritated and he shrank down, curling into a ball in the corner of what would become the green room. He whimpers and cries and searched his channels for an answer. A medical channel explaining omega heats caught his attention.
It made him feel only a little at ease, he reaches down with a clawed hand and observes the leaking port between his legs. He doesn’t remember taking off his pants but he here goes. He gently rubs the sensitive silicone and a shudder runs up his body. A moan escapes him, he’s already so wet that even after the importance of lube is explained on his screen, he dips a finger inside of him. He feels himself clenching but the movement isn’t unpleasant. He thrusts his finger in and out roughly, he needs this feeling to go away. So he adds a second finger and stretches himself open.
“That’s…oh!” He moans and arches his back and thrusts into his hand. His other hand grips the wall as he feels his orgasm shake through him.
As he lays on the floor, dazed and sticky in his own fluids, he realizes if he’s going to have this every couple months and have a working staff soon. He’s going to need to build a bedroom.
~~~~~~~
It wasn’t until the kids came along that Tenna adopted a “family friendly only” policy. Even Asgore set parental controls on Tenna just to keep obscene content away from their little eyes. But he honestly preferred it!
It made for fun and entertaining TV for everyone, lightner and darkner alike.
Unfortunately, it didn’t change one thing. Something Tenna had desperately hoped that would be watered down somehow.
His heats.
The first heat came disappointingly short after the parental controls were put on. More frustratingly, he found it harder to get pleasure out of it. Usually masterbating kept the edge off long enough to get through it, even if it still left him hallow inside.
But now he can use his fingers and toys all he wants, but the chase of his orgasm was harder to catch. Which made him feel more irritated.
Which he took out on everyone else.
Some could argue and say Tenna is a terrible boss for taking his personal emotions out on his staff. Others could say he was a great boss with flaws. Either way when the TV host started acting more erratic, usually being extra snappy and sensitive, or the sweet subtle scent he usually emitted turned strong. He was going into heat.
The staff had come together and learned strategies, led by the infamous weather duo to iron out the details.
“You know the drill, stay clear of Tenna until Mike gives us the signal that it’s safe- I mean he’s feeling better.” they explained.
No one felt good about the situation, it was understandable why Tenna because so aggressive. After all he can’t leave TV world on account that he is TV world, and he’s surrounded by his staff all day. He doesn’t have any close friends or lovers to comfort him.
The shadow guys guard his personal quarters and everyone else continues with their jobs. Reruns and occasionally slipping a report under Tenna’s door so he’s kept up to date with all their views and activities.
They know after a week Tenna will emerge with his usual award winning grin and a couple new ideas for the show.
However, no one remembered to inform the newest recruit of Tenna’s little problem. After all the first heat of their partnership Spamton had been back in Cyber World. Spamton has only been working for TV time for nearly a year, and it’s been a grace period for everyone. Tenna’s been happier with the Addison around. His company extending from the stage to the green room where the pair laugh and share drinks. They talk about the show or the crew or whatever pops in their minds.
Tenna might enjoy his smaller co host a little too much. After a while he starts taking notice of his little habits, like fidgeting with his sleeves or reaching for his cigarettes even when he isn’t smoking. More importantly, Spamton starts watching Tenna back.
He can feel his gaze and little glances when he’s pacing or going on a long drive together. When they unwind, Spamton always pours his drink first. Always offers to stay late even when it’s been a long day.
Tenna, of course, always accepts. After years and years of sitting alone waiting for the next show, he couldn’t refuse free company. Especially someone he considers a friend. He’s never been friends with his staff. Of course he values them, especially Mike and the weather duo. But they all went home after work.
Spamton also treats Tenna differently, he teases him and gives him critical feedback. He’s honest to Tenna and knows how to reason with him.
Tenna wouldn’t admit it, but he enjoys Spamton’s smell very much. A musky scent usually subtle with bourbon or cigarettes smoke. It’s a smell that lingers everywhere. All around the studio, being stronger in his office since that’s where they usually hang out.
Tenna somehow convinced Spamton to go back to Cyber World the day before his heat is about to start.
“It’s been months! I just don’t want you neglecting your duties there as well,” Tenna sits at his desk and waves his hands around as he speaks, “you are such a big help here and we’re about to take a break for…maintenance work.” He hopes it’s enough to convince him to leave.
Spamton is sitting on the desk with his legs hanging over the side, “I guess I can catch the train back to the city.”
“WONDERFUL!” Tenna stands up, almost abruptly, “then I’ll see you in a few days. Don’t worry about anything around here, I’ll be down for awhile and the staff will be doing their jobs as usual.”
Tenna’s smile was a little to tight and his energy a bit to erratic. Spamton feels something off but can’t place it. For all he knows Tenna is just nervous about being down for maintenance. What does that even mean? He isn’t a computer so he doesn’t reboot. Maybe he gets cleaned out and insides checked?
Spamton has, late at night, imagined what Tenna might look like under all those layers of suites and ties.
“You know, Tens, if you ever need any assistance I know my way around a laptop.” He offers, his heart speeding up.
Tenna tilts his head, “I’m not a laptop?”
Spamton crosses his legs and leans back, trying to seem casual, “I know that, boobtube. I mean, I can help with your maintenance or whatever. Maybe even get it done early so we can try out that new show idea.”
He really doesn’t want to go back to Cyber World. He would just be in Queen’s palace waiting to return. Because if he went and ran around the city he might run into the Addisons. He couldn’t face them right now.
Tenna pauses, “Help me? With my-“ his face goes black and his antennas stand straight up. The screen brightens up to a shade of pink Spamton has only seen when they’re drunk and he told the CRT a dirty joke. A flower also sprouted from Tenna’s nose. The TV host quickly grabs it and hides it behind his back.
The smaller darkner sits up straight and clears his throat. Shit. Is it that personal? Maybe he accidentally offended him.
“Nevermind, it’s none of my business.” He tries to brush it off but now there’s a tension in the air.
Tenna takes another awkward moment to turn back to his usual face projection, “No apologies! Please- it’s just a…I’ll be fine. Mike assists me.” He looks away and clearly embarrassed.
Spamton slips off the desk, “Hey, it’s fine. I was just trying to help but I don’t mind heading back to the city. I should probably check up on the old Big Shots Auto.”
The two know it’s just an excuse. Spamton has other darkners that run the place just fine without him popping in. The most he does is check emails on the business. But Spamton clearly touched a sensitive topic.
“Okay,” Tenna nods, “I suppose I’ll see you later then.” He smiles but it’s tense.
Spamton returns with one of his phony grins and if it bothered him that Tenna didn’t want him around then he didn’t care. He was a big shot!
Spamton gives Tenna a thumbs up before opening the door, “Good luck big guy!”
The door shut behind him and the footsteps eventually got further and further away.
Tenna collapses onto the comically large couch and groans. He buries his face in his hands and sighs.
He wanted to say yes. To jump at the opportunity of having someone with him during the worst periods of the year. Even if it wasn’t to have sex. Just to see someone else when he’s in pain, maybe to wrap a blanket around him or make him tea.
Not that the idea of Spamton absolutely wrecking him in bed hasn’t crossed his mind.
But their partnership is important to Tenna and the show. He can’t do anything to compromise that.
~~~~~~
Pushing Spamton out to Cyber World every couple months became the routine for a while. Tenna hated lying to Spamton, but the idea of telling him the truth send waves of humiliation over him. He knows the Addison would probably be understanding, maybe even tease him about it. But Tenna just couldn’t do it.
A bad habit started up the last few heats. At first it was an accident, Spamton left behind a hat in his office. It was to keep him warm from the snow, but he was in such a rush to get to a meeting that he forgot about it. Tenna told himself he was carrying it around in his pocket to give it back. Until Spamton called and said he would be out late. So Tenna did what a normal darkner would do in his situation. He took it home and rubbed Spamton’s scent all over his face.
It wasn’t weird! At first. Tenna took the black hat out of his pocket to set aside. But the smell of Spamton was all over it, a few strands of hair left inside of it. Tenna smiles at the thought, he knew Spamton dyed his hair often. He once saw the roots before Spamton disappeared and came back with shiner than normal dark hair.
Tenna holds it to his face and takes in a deep breathe, if he had eyes they would’ve rolled to the back of his head.
Maybe he didn’t need to bring it back right away.
After that he secretly kept collecting whatever Spamton left behind. A scarf, a tie, even a jacket. His co star never asked about them, maybe he didn’t realize he lost them.
Tenna felt just a tad guilty about stealing from someone else. But he told himself he was going to give them all back. Eventually.
Spamton was becoming suspicious. Whenever he hears it’s time for Tenna’s ‘maintenance’ everyone starts acting squirrelly. The pippins make themselves look busier than usual. The shadow guys and jonglers get into their guarding mode. It makes the former Addison wonder what he’s missing.
Strolling into the green room, he sets his eyes on Ramb. Behind the counter cleaning a glass bottle. Spamton sits down at the bar and Ramb looks at him, “Hello, luv. Aren’t you suppose to be leaving?”
Spamton taps his finger on the bar and is given some water, when he looks at it and back at Ramb, it’s replaced with a shot of battery acid.
“I canceled my trip,” he watches as Ramb teases, just slightly, “figured I could just help around the studio this time.”
He lied so easily he almost believed it himself.
Ramb pretends to be scrubbing a tough spot, “We’ll be fine. You shouldn’t stay behind because of us.”
Spamton doesn’t touch his drink and just pushes it aside, he leans forward and Ramb sets the glass down.
“Ramb. What really happens when I’m gone?” Spamton asks. He knows Ramb is the eyes and ears of everyone in the studio. Most people forget he’s there and so he’s witness to much gossip.
Ramb’s ears twitch before he leans on the bar, “You know Tenna is…an omega.”
Spamton raises an eyebrow and nods slowly, “Yeah, so?”
Ramb waits. He sighs when he remembers Cyber City is mostly betas, a lot like in TV world. With even fewer alphas.
“So, there are certain points when Tenna feels unwell and needs to be alone,” Ramb explains slowly, “and since you’re his favorite, it’s best if you aren’t around for it.”
Spamton just stares at him. His face heating up at his comment. Is he really Tenna’s favorite? Then he ponders his secondary gender. Omegas are only few and far between because darkners don’t need to reproduce. They mostly reflect their lightner counterparts and since Tenna was a wedding gift to Asgore and Toriel, he got her characteristics.
Queen is an alpha, but Noelle isn’t. Queen was a gift from Dess. Spamton was lucky to spawn as an alpha, although that was the only thing he ever had luck with. Being an alpha was merely a title to brag about. But being an omega was slightly different, the only big difference being a sweeter smell and sometimes going into-
Spamton neatly falls off his stool, “He’s going into heat?!”
Ramb looks at him, almost unamused, “You never guessed it?”
Scrambling off his seat and gripping the bar, he shakes his head, “Of course not! He’s the only omega I’ve ever met and I thought it was just a lightener thing!”
This. This changes everything. No wonder Tenna always got so flustered and emotional. Trying to push everyone, especially Spamton, away.
Spamton starts moving away before Ramb catches his sleeve, “Wait! Where are you going?”
It should be obvious, “To find Tenna and talk to him.”
Ramb lets go of his sleeve, “He is about to start his heat, you should wait until it’s over.” The British plug boy is right. But Spamton’s inside are screaming at him.
“I…” the Addison pauses, “fine.”
Without another word he leaves the green room and starts to wish he drank his battery acid. At first he’s frustrated at Tenna for not telling him sooner. But as he walks to his mailroom turned office he realizes he’s more frustrated at himself for not figuring it all out sooner.
Even if he had, what would he have done? Probably just step away so Tenna could…what is it that he does anyways?
From what he knows Tenna stays in the privacy of his personal quarters. The staff runs the show until he gets back.
Spamton pauses right before his office when he realized Tenna mentioned before that Mike did his ‘maintenance’. Something sharp and hot boiled up from his stomach to his chest. It made him clench his hands and slam the door open. He marches in and kicks the door shut behind him before letting out a frustrated yell.
It’s fine. He’s fine.
Spamton is definitely not upset that his best friend in the whole world, who he definitely isn’t in love with, is letting that motormouth put his hands on him.
Maybe the signs had been there all along. After all, Mike was Tenna’s right hand man when they were first introduced. Even thought Spamton has filled that spot now, Mike is still at Tenna’s beck and call.
Spamton paces back and forth, his mind running wild with terrible imagines of the two of them. Being close together, whispering sweet words, touching.
He’s going to throttle that stupid-
Spamton looks down at the door handle he’s squeezing and slowly releasing it. He isn’t thinking straight. He can’t just run in there and act like a mad man.
Can he?
No.
Tenna deserves better. Spamton thought about what to do next. Deep down he felt like Tenna returned his feelings. Their little fleeting touches back stage. The almost to close encounters when they drank themselves to passing out in Tenna’s office.
He could still win this. He highly doubts Mike is courting Tenna in any way. Even thought the thought makes Spamton want to rip his own code to shreds, he could look past the casual sex if it meant Tenna was his forever.
Spamton couldn’t court him the way other Addisons do. He needs to make a big gesture that says ‘I LOVE TV’. Cheesy and cliche.
The darkner grins and fixes his tie. He knows just what to do.
Tenna has everything prepared. He knows how he likes everything to be. He has his door guarded, tea on the counter, all of his blankets from his couch and cabinet piled in his bed. Most importantly, Spamton’s clothes. He laid them out so when he climbs into bed he could lay on top of them.
He shrinks down a few feet and wastes no time taking in that sweet smell. He moans softly and feels something hot and slick between his legs.
Tenna rips off his clothes, he needs to feel something other than misery. That’s what his heats usually brought. But for a little while he can pretend he’s being loved and cared for.
“Oh Spammy~” he moans as he works himself with his fingers. He thrusts a finger inside and imagines it’s Spamton. He wonders if Spamton would prefer if Tenna shrunk down so he’d be extra tight around him. Or maybe he’s prefer Tenna at his full height, enjoying the power he has over the lord of the screens.
Either way, it has Tenna abusing his slit with his fingers. His claws sometimes scraping his sensitive insides.
With a high pitch buzz and his screen flashing white, he moans loudly cumming, “SPAMTON!~”
His orgasms rolls over him in waves of pleasure. His hand and the blanket underneath him are soaked. Soon the high wears off.
Tenna sighs deeply and curls up into his mess. He turns off his screen and tries to rest. He knows he can go a long time without sleep once his heat fully kicks in. The last thoughts on his mind are of a certain bird darkner.