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Bob sat, straddling Megabyte's waist. The virus gripped him tighter, pulling the Guardian closer. One arm wrapped his waist, while his other hand trailed up the sprite’s back.
“Don't… stop,” Bob moaned as Megabyte rendered slow, deep thrusts into his system.
The virus grinned around Bob's nipple and decided that this would be a perfect place for a teeth mark.
The sharp pain mixing with the strong thrust to his code processor made Bob cry out, throwing his head back.
The virus picked up the pace, a wicked smirk gracing his lips.
“You really like this. Don't you, Bobby?” The virus purred, laying a gentle kiss on the sprite's neck.
Bob whined in response, back arching to Megabyte's touch.
“‘Virus recoding and psychological studies.’ Isn't that what you told your friends?”
Bob whimpered into Megabyte's chest.
“Tell me, Bobby, was this all a ploy to get me here,” Megabyte added a little more power to his thrusts, watching his captor closely, “to get me fuck you.”
He watched the Guardian's eyes flutter shut and mouth fall open.
A sight indeed.
“Mega…byte,” Bob could only moan as an answer, resting his forehead on the virus's chest.
That is how all this started isn't it? Capturing the villain after his failed “hunt” and finally being able to work on how to recode him.
Never in a million cycles would either of them think they'd be here.
A sharp slap to his bottom broke him out of his thoughts.
The virus stopped his thrusting. He gripped Bob's ASCII cheeks and rolled the Guardian's hips onto his own.
Megabyte leaned down, getting close to his ear. The Guardian can feel his hot breath as the virus whispers, “Answer me, Bob.”
Bob whimpered, “No…”
“No?” Megabyte nibbled on Bob's earlobe.
Bob started to grind his own hips on Megabyte's shaft, not wanting the virus to do everything.
“You started this… remember?”
True, Megabyte did. How could he not?
After Bob had found a way to downgrade him back to his classic, level three virus nature, Megabyte couldn't help but notice the way the sprite’s eyes lingered on him too long. How Bob would tease him a little more than normal.
But nothing was better confirmation than when Megabyte called the Guardian, “Bobby” for the first time.
The virus said it out of pure condescension, he wasn't expecting the sprite to turn from blue to a dazzling dark-magenta.
Megabyte brought his face close to Bob's, thin lips ghosting over fuller ones.
“And you have yet to stop me.”
And he won't.
Bob closed the short gap between them. Holding Megabyte's face on either side before wrapping his arms around his neck.
With one arm curled around his waist and the other curled up his back, Megabyte flipped them forward.
Bob's head hit the comforter as the virus slipped his tongue into his mouth.
They were chest to chest. Cool, polished metal meeting hot flesh. The blue sprite wrapped his legs around his lover's waist, pushing him deeper inside
Bob broke the kiss, “fuck me, Megabyte. Please.”
The villain groaned, dipping his head down into Bob's neck.
“Why, of course, Bobby,” he cooed, “since you asked so nicely.”
The bed creaked under them as Megabyte administered hard, heavy thrusts into the Guardian, hitting his code processor with every stroke.
Loud moans erupted from the sprite in tandem with Megabyte's pace.
Every stroke sent a wave of pleasure through the Guardian's system. The sounds of their interface reverberated in Bob's firmware.
His head was foggy and he swore his system was on the brink of overloading.
Megabyte sucked and nibbled on Bob's neck. He could feel the sprite’s cock twitch in between them.
“Are you close, Bobby?” The virus purred, kissing the hero's jaw.
“Y-yes!” Bob shouted desperately, like a freeware whore. A rising feeling was building in his hardware.
That's when the virus heard it.
Megabyte claps his hand over Bob's mouth as fast as he could. He stopped moving.
The click-clack of heels and heavy footsteps echoed throughout the hallway outside of Megabyte's containment room.
Matrix and AndrAIa were coming down the hall.
“Stay quiet, Bobby, unless you want your friends to see you like this,” the virus murmured with a smirk.
Bob whimpered, teary-eyed. He was so close he could cry.
The slight essence of bashfulness fell upon him as he shamelessly rolled his hips in hope to get some relief.
“You want it so bad. Don't you, Bobby?” Megabyte's voice was as smooth as the hand running over the Guardian's torso.
Bob nodded, his humiliation mixing with his depravity. He clenched around Megabyte's intrusion, egging the virus to fuck him and put him out of his misery.
“Ah ah ah… patience, my little Guardian,” Megabyte chided.
“Look at you. So desperate to overload… so desperate to be filled with my code.”
Bob's cock weeped at his words, partial code covering their abdomens.
Matrix and AndrAIa were talking outside of his room.
“How far do you think Bob has gotten with decoding Megabyte?”
“Not far enough. If you ask me, he needs to call Turbo and have them delete the son of a---.”
Hmm. Charming.
“Lover!”
“What?”
“You know Bob isn't like that!”
“Well, he needs to be! How long has he been in there anyway?”
“Not long enough,” Megabyte commented, kissing Bob's forehead.
“I still don't understand why they couldn't have done this in the jail cell.”
“Bob said that Megabyte might cooperate more if he's in a somewhat comfortable environment.”
“And I'm very comfortable,” Megabyte's hand found Bob's shaft, thumb running circles on his tip.
The Guardian in question, keened, bucking into the virus's hand as he teased him.
“Comfortable? He's a virus! He doesn't need comfort.”
Matrix went to open the containment room door.
“Enzo--”
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“Great, a game this late?”
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“Come on, we'll worry about Bob tomorrow.”
The couple zipped down the hall on their zip boards.
“Thank The User! I thought they'd never leave.”
Megabyte replaced the hand on Bob's mouth with his lips. He kissed him deeply with much fevor.
Megabyte broke the kiss and pulled off the Guardian, kneeling.
His hands cascaded down the sprite’s body.
A toned chest.
Chiseled abs.
Hip dips that made perfect handles.
A true work of art.
Megabyte grabbed the masterpiece by his hips and pulled him up to meet his waist.
In one languid motion, Megabyte pulled out to where only his tip was inside, and then slammed back in.
Bob let out a string of cries as the virus pounded into him. His cock leaked against his stomach. It didn't take long for that rising feeling to come back.
“I think-- I think I'm gonna--- Ahh!” The sprite overloaded, his code covering his abdomen.
“Ah,” Megabyte sighed, “that's a good little sprite.”
Bob moaned weakly at his words.
“Now, it's my turn,” Megabyte growled.
Next thing Bob knew, he was flipped on his stomach and being roughly fucked into the mattress.
Megabyte laid over him, his chest to the sprite’s back. His arm wrapped around the Guardian's shoulders.
“Mega… byte!” Bob cried, his spent shaft rubbing up against the comforter.
“Fuck!” Megabyte growled, filling up Bob's system with his corrupted code.
It was so much.
“There you go, Bobby. Take it all, take my code,” Megabyte purred as he slowly fucked the code into Bob's frame.
“It's… so… much,” Bob whimpered as Megabyte nibbled the side on his neck.
“Of course it is, Bobby, I'm a virus,” Megabyte kissed the crest of his ear. “It's my job to infect.”
When he was finally finished offloading, he slowly pulled out of the Guardian. He sat back, watching his code spill out of the sprite's backside, satisfied with his work.
The Guardian, himself, felt too weak to move.
Far too weak.
It's not far-fetched that good--- User, amazing--- interface can take a toll out of a sprite, but not like this.
His code prevented him from getting infected, so how is he incapacitated like this?
The virus picked him up and laid the sprite on his chest. He pulled the comforter over them, tucking them both in the bed.
“Rest easy, you're going to be like that for a while.”
“How…?”
The virus chuckled, deep rumbles vibrating his chest. “You can't be infected by me, Guardian, but you can be affected. My code is supposed to numb, then taint. You can't be tainted, so to speak, but the numbing seems to do wonders.”
Bob never considered that. What could this mean for other viruses? Is that how Daemon got ahold of the Guardians, even him?
“Don't worry,” Megabyte continued, “the more we do this, the less effect it will have.”
“The more?” The sprite could feel himself drifting.
The virus hummed, “we're doing this a lot more.”