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Tenna had been acting… strange as of late. Not a bad strange, but different enough from the way he usually acted for Spamton to notice. For everyone to notice.
It started the day the Lightners put on parental controls. They had been expecting it to come for a while now, with the children getting older and starting to use the TV by themselves. They had expected Tenna to behave differently as well; less inappropriate language, more family friendly channels, that sort of thing. Except, the day that it happened he started to act, well…
Motherly.
Spamton kept an eye on his partner the whole day, watching him interact with the crew. Usually, Tenna would stand tall while he talked to them, barking orders while still managing to be kind and polite. Today, though, he was crouching down to speak to them on eye level. He was smiling at them the way you do to a child, complimenting them on their hard work and telling them they've done “such a good job.”
It was all quite strange, how just parental controls could change his entire behaviour like this. Spamton knew that what the Lightners watched, what settings they used for the TV affected Tenna. It was just odd how it changed his entire personality.
Well, not entirely - some things stayed the same - like his frequent tantrums (as Spamton liked to call them) when things didn't go his way, when ratings were lower than he expected. This time, however, the tantrums were about not entertaining the children for long enough, not holding their attention. Tenna would work for hours on end, going from arts and crafts to educational shows to good old cartoons, but if he didn't manage to hold the little tykes’ attention for more than half an hour he'd wilt like a rose and refuse to talk to anyone for the rest of the day.
The behaviour got worse the longer it went on. As the kids grew, Tenna's motherly nature grew with them. He would freak out about anything remotely dangerous (they were in a studio for peat sake, safety hazards were normal ) and would scorn Spamton every time he used vulgar language (“Spamton, please don't use that language here. We wouldn't want to be a bad influence on the children, now would we?”).
The worst part was when Tenna banned alcoholic drinks on site. That was when Spamton thought he'd gone too far. They argued about it, but there was no getting through to Tenna nowadays, not when everything was about their “influence on the Dreemur's sweet children”.
When the kids started school, the TV would sit with no power all day, waiting for them to arrive home so they could watch their favourite shows. Some days, the TV wasn't used at all - the kids were too busy with homework or playing outside with their friends. Tenna would mope around on these days, drinking glasses of milk (“It's good for their growing bones!”) and eating as many boxes of cookies he could find.
Spamton did not worry about him. There was no reason to worry, as long as Tenna kept up his side of the deal, things would be fine. Just perfect.
-
They stopped fucking. That's what pushed Spamton over the edge. He didn't understand why, but every time he tried to make a move on Tenna he would laugh awkwardly and pull away, making some excuse about being tired or needing an early morning. Something bullshit that Spamton knew was a lie.
So he decided to ask, except it was less asking and more demanding an answer. Spamton wasn't good at healthy communication, everything always ended in a fight because Tenna was too stubborn for his own good (or maybe it was Spamton, who would bring up Tenna's deepest insecurities just to piss him off).
Spamton waited until the end of the day for the Lightners to be tucked into bed - Tenna never rested until he knew the kids were in their room - before he started on his master plan.
Step one: Get Tenna alone.
Today had been a quiet day, only five minutes of TV before dinner and then it was off for the rest of the night. Tenna was in a sulking mood, going straight to his changing room once the screen turned black. If it had been a good day, Tenna would have been bouncing around, talking to everyone in the studio. Spamton was glad it wasn't.
Step one was easy, Spamton wandered over to Tenna's changing room, knocking once before stepping inside. Tenna was at the vanity table, his head in his hands as he stared at himself in the mirror. It was one of those days - where he was doubting continuing on with the show - Spamton could tell just by looking at him.
So he started with step two: Compliment him.
Tenna was a sucker for compliments, preening whenever someone told him he did a good job. If Spamton wanted to get through to him, compliments were the only way.
“Hey, cathode. Show today was great, really knocked it out the park!” Spamton lied through his teeth. It was a short 5 minute performance and Tenna was desperate the entire time, trying his best to keep their attention, to keep them watching. It was probably one of the worst performances Spamton had ever seen.
“Leave me alone, Spamton. I don't want to see you.” Tenna answered without looking away from his reflection, his voice gloomy and moody and just so out of it. It pissed Spamton off. He didn't want to see him? Spamton had gone out of his way to see him so he could ask why they weren't fucking anymore, the least he could do is pretend to care!
“You can't kick me out, we need to talk.” Spamton walked further into the room, standing behind Tenna with his arms crossed. Tenna turned around then, glaring down at him.
“We need to talk? About what? Last time I checked there's no we in the first place!” Tenna argued, his hands flailing around him as he spoke. Usually Spamton found it endearing, it's what made Tenna such a good actor; he's so animated in the way he acts. All it did was annoy him more, the familiar feeling of annoyance rising within him.
He'd tried his best not to start a fight, but Tenna just pissed him off so much, it was hard not to. Fuck the five step plan, the five step plan was stupid!
“We need to talk about why the fuck we aren't fucking anymore! What, have you found someone better? Bigger dick to satisfy your insatiable fucking need for being dick down?” Spamton yelled, letting out all the pent up rage (read: horniness) inside of his small body. “I know you, trash heap, you haven't just gone off sex, you love getting used. What is your problem?”
“What have I told you about that language? I don't want to have this conversation just- just go away, Spamton, I can't do this right now!” Tenna kept trying to dismiss him, to kick him out before he let something slip. Spamton wasn't having it.
“Don't give me that, just tell me why you're acting so weird!”
“We want different things, okay!? Are you happy? The- the sex thing just isn't working! I want- I want more.” Tenna finally admitted what the problem was, and Spamton's brows furrowed. More ? Like a relationship more? They'd already talked about this, how Spamton wasn't into the whole relationship thing. Tenna had said it's fine, how he'd take what he can get. Was that changing?
“What do you mean more? I thought just the sex was enough for you, I don't want a relationship.” Spamton stared up at Tenna, whose screen was going pink as he looked away. His shoulders were tense, his hands fidgeting by his side. There was something he was hiding, Spamton could practically see it. “Tenna, what do you mean by more? ”
“I want kids! One, two, ten of them! I want to be a parent and- and raise children of my own, not just entertaining someone else's kids.” Tenna said it like it was something shameful. Like wanting kids was some dark evil thing that deserved to be shamed. Spamton didn't exactly know what to say, he wasn't expecting… this.
“You- you want kids?” Spamton repeated back at him, Tenna looking at him again and nodding in confirmation.
“So I can't do the just sex thing anymore, Spamton, I'm not happy.” It felt like a break-up, which, really, it isn't. They were never together in the first place, and even if they were, Spamton should be the one breaking up with him.
“You can't have kids, trash heap. Even if we stop doing what we’re doing, you're not going to get kids!” Spamton reasoned with him, because even if Tenna did get with someone new - he still wouldn’t be able to have kids.
“You think I don't know that? It just-” Tenna sighed. “It'll hurt less without you.”
Spamton paused, watching as Tenna collapsed back into the vanity stool.
“I want kids. With you.” Tenna confessed, the pink on his screen spreading further and… was it bad Spamton was getting hard from this? Maybe he couldn’t actually give Tenna a child but he could try. It might settle the need inside of him for a while, stop his tantrums (and Spamton would finally be getting laid after weeks of no action).
“I think that can be arranged, baby doll.” Spamton waltzed towards his partner, turning on the good old Big Shot Charm™. Tenna looked at him, confused as to what he meant. “Let’s try. I’ll give you what you want honey, I’ll give you a baby.”
For a second Spamton wasn’t sure if it was working - but when Tenna’s screen blacked out for a moment, quiet static coming from his speakers - well, Spamton knew he’d won. Tenna stood up immediately, his size fluctuating right before Spamton’s eyes. He was obviously excited, flustered too, maybe even embarrassed. He was going from his usual nineteen feet to eight feet to five to eleven. If he’d known Tenna would be so into this he would’ve done this way sooner.
“Can we do this at my place? I’ve- I’ve gotta prepare.” Tenna started to pack away the items laid out on his vanity; the wipes, the makeup, the pill bottle. “Come in an hour or two? I should be ready by then.”
Spamton didn’t even get a chance to reply - Tenna all but ran past him, swooping down to kiss his cheek as he went by. He was excited, there was no denying it.
What had Spamton just got himself into?
-
Despite being so unsure in this weird predicament he’d found himself in, Spamton showed up outside Tenna’s apartment just over two hours later. What kind of preparation took two hours? He’d find out soon enough.
Without knocking, Spamton walked into the apartment. It was about the same as the last time he had been there, tidier, as if Tenna had spent most of the afternoon cleaning. Judging by the bin bags in the corner, he had been. It smelt nicer too, like freshly cooked food. Tenna had probably cooked something.
As if on cue, Tenna wandered into the room, jumping when he saw Spamton standing in the centre of it. Spamton probably would’ve made a comment had Tenna not been wearing a grey tank top with the shortest shorts he’d ever seen. They covered almost nothing, not even reaching a third of the way down his thighs. Where the Hell did he get those from? When did he get them?
“Haven’t you ever heard of knocking? When did you get here?” Tenna was speaking and Spamton was barely listening, too busy staring at those shorts . “You know what, I don’t care. I just finished getting ready so… whenever you’re ready.”
Tenna was a few inches away from Spamton now, though he was unsure when he got that close. Spamton noticed how Tenna had shrunk to about five feet, still taller than him by a few inches, but it was a more manageable height. Spamton gave his partner a cocky grin, grabbing him by the hip and leaning in close enough for him to be able to feel Tenna’s breath on his lips.
“Baby, I was born ready.” He whispered between them, leaning in to brush his lips against Tenna’s. His partner wasn’t wasting any time, kissing him there and then with a passion Spamton didn’t know he had. His hands were roaming Spamton’s body, already working on the buttons of his blazer so he could discard it onto the floor. Spamton took the initiative to start walking them towards Tenna’s bedroom, being careful as to not trip over anything as they moved.
Once they reached the door, Spamton pulled away, pushing it open quickly and dragging Tenna inside. If the TV wasn’t going to have any patience, neither was he. He trapped Tenna against the wall to kiss him again, his tongue exploring the inside of his mouth. Tenna moaned against him, his hips moving up to grind against Spamton’s thigh. He could feel the hard line of his prosthetic dick against his thigh, his own bulge making itself more and more known as time went by.
Eventually Tenna got tired of making out, pushing Spamton onto the bed and climbing on top of him with a cheeky grin. He leant down to mouth at Spamton’s neck, kissing and licking every inch of skin he could find while his hands started to unbuckle the belt around the mailman’s pants. Spamton had never seen him like this before - usually when they fucked Spamton was in full control while Tenna laid there (he liked to tease him by calling him a pillow princess sometimes, Tenna hated it) and moaned like he wanted the whole world to hear him.
Tenna got Spamton’s belt off with ease, sliding it out of the belt loops and dropping it off the side of the bed. He made quick work of unzipping Spamton’s trousers, pulling them down immediately. Spamton watched Tenna stare at his bulge, could see the way his mouth watered at the sight.
“Please can I put my mouth on it?” Tenna asked, looking up at Spamton and really - how could he say no?
“Course, be my guest.” Spamton gave the go ahead and that was all Tenna needed to start mouthing at his dick through his underwear. Spamton couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran down his spine - Tenna had always been surprisingly good at giving head, always so desperate for it.
A metallic finger slipped past the waistband of Spamton’s boxers, pulling them down inch by inch until they were discarded with the other articles of clothing on the floor. Tenna immediately wrapped a hand around the base of Spamton’s dick, giving it a few experimental tugs until pre-cum was beading at the tip. He stuck his tongue out, licking from base to tip just to taste his partner's pre-cum. Spamton watched every move intently, moaning deep in his throat when Tenna finally put his lips around the tip, sinking down slowly.
Spamton’s hands travelled to the back of Tenna’s head, one sliding towards his antennae to give it a gentle tug - which caused his partner to moan against his dick, sending vibrations down his shaft.
“You’re so good at this, baby. I can’t wait to fill you up with my cum.” Spamton moaned, his hips moving upwards ever so slightly. “I hope it sticks, you’d look so fucking gorgeous carrying our babies.”
Spamton could hear Tenna whining against his dick, each time sending more and more pleasure down his shaft and getting him closer to his peak. He yanked on Tenna’s antennae, feeling him gag on his cock from the force of it.
“I’m so close, keep going-” Spamton kept playing with the antennae, gently thrusting his hips as he got closer and closer until-
Tenna pulled off his dick with a pop, a line of spit connecting his lips to the tip. Spamton glared up at him from his position on the bed.
“Why the fuck did you stop?” Spamton snapped, watching as Tenna removed his tank top from his position between his legs.
“We can’t waste any of your seed, honey. It needs to be inside me, that’s how it works.” Tenna answered as if it was obvious - as if he was fully serious about this baby making thing. Spamton rolled his eyes, sitting up against the headboard. “What if you came in my mouth and then you don’t cum when you’re inside me? I need this baby, Spammy. I need your babies.”
Fuck, just those words made his dick twitch. Maybe he was more into this than he thought.
“Fine, let’s just… take these shorts off then, shall we?” Spamton said flirtatiously, that charming businessman smile crossing his face. Tenna rose to his knees, waiting with a smile for Spamton to do the honour. So he did, hooking two of his fingers under the waistband of those sinfully short shorts and tugging them down to reveal… “Tenna, what the fuck is this?”
A thong. A bright red fucking thong.
“Don’t you like it? Got it just for you, honey.” Tenna wiggled his ass as he spoke, really driving the point home that he was wearing the shortest shorts known to man on top of a thong .
“Thought it’d excite you. The more you cum the better our chances.” Tenna purred, crawling over Spamton like an animal looking for prey. He’d never looked so gorgeous, Spamton might combust.
“You better get on my dick right now before I cum at the sight of you.” Spamton groaned, Tenna going back to his kneeling position and pulling Spamton’s head forward.
“Take it off for me?” Tenna asked, acting coy as Spamton raised his hand towards the underwear, only for his hands to be slapped away. When he looked up at his partner in annoyance, Tenna tutted at him like a child, smiling. “Use your teeth.”
Spamton almost choked on his own breath. Use his teeth!? If that wasn’t the hottest thing Tenna had ever said to him… He leaned forward, trying not to show how hesitant he was to do so. Tenna smelled like metal with a hint of citrus (Spamton had bought him a citrus perfume a week after he met him - it has been Tenna’s favourite since then. He bought more for himself after just one spray, deciding to keep the one he was gifted tucked away in his bedside table where he kept all the gifts Spamton had bought him) and the closer he got the more he could smell him. When he was close enough, Spamton bit down on the g-string, pulling it down slowly with his teeth. He could hear the way Tenna’s breath hitched above him, he could only imagine the desperate look on his face.
Tenna lifted a hand to pat Spamton on the head, moving away for a brief moment to slip his underwear off his legs and onto the floor with the rest of their clothes. Spamton watched him move closer, settling himself onto his lap and straddling his hips.
“Can I ride you? Please?” Tenna pleaded, wrapping his arms around the mailman's neck. Spamton cursed under his breath.
“Get the lube and we’ll see.” Spamton teased, but they both knew the answer. Tenna leant over to his nightstand, opening a drawer and pulling out a bottle of lube. It was a nice break and gave Spamton the nicest view of his partner's ass - bare and waiting for him. When Tenna returned he went back to his previous position, passing the lube to Spamton for him to squirt onto his fingers.
“It won’t take much, I opened myself up earlier.” Tenna admitted, looking flustered for the first time since they started. How was it that admitting he wanted to be pregnant with Spamton’s babies was less embarrassing than admitting to prepping himself earlier? “I was so excited… When you said you were willing to try. I want this with you, Spamton. No one else.”
It sounded too vulnerable for Spamton’s liking, too much like a love confession. So instead of responding, he pressed two fingers against Tenna’s hole, pushing past that first ring of silicone as Tenna let out a high-pitched whine. His upper body tensed, but his lower body was loose, easy for Spamton to work his fingers into. He started off gentle, rubbing his fingers against the walls of the TVs hole, before starting to spread his fingers instead of him. Tenna hissed the first time, leaning his head against Spamton’s shoulders as he mewled into his ear.
Eventually he heard the tell-tale sound of a moan, Tenna’s hot breath fanning against Spamton’s ear as he made it known that he had found the right spot inside of him. He continued to work at the spot with his fingers, massaging it gently as Tenna shook against him, working his hips on Spamton’s fingers.
“Please- please take em out… I-I’m ready.” Tenna whimpered into his ear, grinding back against his fingers as he moaned softly. Spamton finally removed his fingers, grabbing the lube bottle again and applying a generous amount to his dick. Tenna raised his hips immediately, waiting for Spamton to line up with his hole. The moment he was given the okay, he started to sink down onto Spamton’s dick, groaning as he worked his way down to the base.
Spamton moved a hand onto Tenna’s waist, caressing the metallic plate on his side. Tenna always looked the most gorgeous like this - blissed out on Spamton’s cock. He went dumb for it, always wanting it buried deep inside him. Spamton had always just assumed it’s how he liked it but, well, he knew the real reason now.
Tenna looked down at Spamton, tracing from his shoulder, up his neck and so his cheek with his left hand. He smiled - a sweet, happy smile that Spamton rarely saw these days. Then he leaned down, placing a tender kiss on Spamton’s forehead.
“I can’t wait to have a family with you. Us and our children… You’re gonna be such a good dad.” Tenna pressed the rim of his head against Spamton’s forehead, slowly moving up before falling back down again, moaning inches away from Spamton’s lips.
Spamton couldn’t think, his only train of thought being Tenna, Tenna, Tenna. Trust this damn CRT to go all sappy while they’re fucking. Spamton ground his teeth together, frustration growing. He was only playing into Tenna’s fantasy to stop him from being so moody - nothing else. He didn’t want the relationship, the kids, the happy family - even if the back part of his brain was telling him that he did.
“S-Spammy, honey- oh my god, please- cum inside me, please, I-I want you babies, pleasee-” Tenna cried out, bouncing on Spamton’s dick like it was his job, his mission in life. Spamton couldn’t help but moan with him.
“Fuck, baby- how many do you want? Ten? I-I’ll give you all of them, each fucking one- you’re so good for me, keep going- I’m so close and then you’ll get your baby-” Spamton rambled as he wrapped a hand around Tenna’s dick, starting to slowly pump it in time with each rise and fall of his hips. “You’re gonna look so sexy pregnant, doll- fuck- my princess, y-yeah?”
“Y-ess, you’re princess… y-yours- I’m close- p-please, Spammy!” Tenna wouldn’t stop whining, keeping up his pace even if he was getting closer and closer to his limit. Spamton cursed, rolling forward to push Tenna onto his back with Spamton looming above him. He thrust his hips forward, hitting deep inside his partner with a groan.
“I-It’ll stick better this way, baby- I promise, fuckk, I’m cumming-” Spamton let out one final moan before he came, thrusting through his orgasm to make sure each bit of seed stayed inside his partner. Tenna came shortly after, his screen glitching more than Spamton had ever seen it - the static so loud he was afraid his ears were gonna start bleeding.
Spamton stayed inside until Tenna came too, panting from the exertion. It always took awhile for Tenna to reboot, so the moment he did he started to freak out.
“You- you haven’t pulled out have you?” Tenna panicked, rising on his elbows to look down. Spamton was still inside him, growing softer by the second. Tenna let out a sigh of relief.
“Kept it all inside for you until you rebooted.” Spamton could feel his cheeks turn pink, looking at anything but Tenna’s dopey love-struck smile. The CRT leaned up, kissing Spamton’s cheek.
“Thank you, honey.” He whispered with so much love Spamton thought he might die on the spot. “You can pull out now, I’m all good.”
“Oh, right.” Spamton blushed, pulling out and watching as Tenna lifted his legs into the air. It should have looked stupid, but he couldn’t help but find it cute. God, Tenna’s sappiness was getting to him.
Spamton reached down for his pants, rummaging through his pockets before pulling out a cigar and lighter. Bingo. He placed the cigar between his lips, flipping open the lighter. Before he could light it, however, Tenna’s hand reached over and snatched it out of his mouth.
“What the fuck? Am I not allowed to smoke after giving you the railing of a lifetime?” Spamton glared, only to be met by the most pissed off expression he’d ever seen on Tenna’s face.
“You can’t smoke when we’re trying for a baby! It decreases our odds!” Tenna threw the cigar towards the bin by his nightstand, missing by an inch.
“As far as I’m aware, smoking won’t change what’s already inside you! You’re gonna get your baby, I should be allowed to smoke!” Spamton complained, daring Tenna to try to argue with him.
“It’s not that easy! It might not have worked, we need to try at least three more times this week!” Tenna finally released his legs, settling down next to Spamton and leaning into his space. “What do you say, big shot? Do you wanna go for round two?”
-
‘Trying for a baby’ only worked for about three weeks. Tenna was back to being miserable the moment he realised it would never work, except this time he was worse. Spamton had thought that once he realised having kids was impossible he’d give up, that he’d be back to his usual self in maybe a month? He’d never been so wrong in his life.
Spamton had found Tenna crying on five separate occasions in the weeks following their little sex parade. Five. It was pathetic, and Spamton didn’t know why he kept entertaining the thought that someday Tenna would get his baby. Tenna didn’t believe him anymore, he would tell him to get out of his face, to leave him alone. He threw something once, a fucking pregnancy test as if he actually believed he could get pregnant in the first place.
Working with him was starting to get unbearable, the crew started to avoid him too. The only person he ever let see him was Ramb, who would bring him his favourite food (pie, because it reminded him of the Lightners) and a glass of water.
“I wish I could do more, I really do. He’s just…” Ramb had said to Spamton once after visiting Tenna in his changing room.
“Dramatic, pathetic. I don’t understand why he can’t just get over this!” Spamton complained, Rambs face twisting like he’d tasted something sour.
“You try wanting something so badly that you can’t get with someone who treats you like shit on the bottom of your shoe. See how you like it then.” Ramb had stormed off after that, probably to take stock or fix some light bulbs or whatever else it was that he did.
Stupid Ramb.
-
“Hey, boob tube! Slow down!” Spamton jogged to catch up to his partner, who turned around to glare at him immediately.
“What do you want, Spamton? I’m busy.” Tenna spat out, refusing to look at Spamton.
“Yeah, busy ignoring me. I got you something.” Spamton put his hand in his pocket, gently grabbing his gift for Tenna.
“Whatever it is, I don't want it. I’m sick of your flattery, I’m sick of your gifts, I’m sick of you.” Tenna was shrinking with each word, barely taller than Spamton as he stuck his index finger into his chest.
“Listen to me, this is gonna make you feel better I prom-”
“You promised me a lot of things! But did you deliver on those promises? No! You never fuc- you never do!” Tenna yelled at Spamton, somehow still menacing despite him now being shorter. He wasn’t angry - if he was angry he’d be getting taller - he was just depressed.
“Tenna. Listen to me.” Spamton tried his best to be sincere, he wasn’t good at talking about feelings and all that fuzzy stuff. “I didn’t think you actually believed you could get pregnant so when we were fuc- I mean, when we were having sex I thought it’d cheer you up, letting you release some pent up energy.”
“I know it was stupid, cause now you’re adamant I’m just trying to hurt you so… I brought a peace offering.” Spamton pulled the little blue egg out of his pocket, presenting it to Tenna who peered at it in confusion. “It’s- its called a pipis. It’s an egg. Something might hatch out of it, I don’t know.”
Tenna reached out to touch the pipis, poking it gently. It wiggled in Spamton’s hands, slowing down until it was still again. Spamton didn’t even notice, too busy watching Tenna grow larger, his mouth starting to form a smile as he watched the egg.
“Can I-?” Tenna asked, reaching to hold the pipis.
“Yeah- um, go ahead.” Spamton nodded, passing it over to Tenna carefully.
Tenna stared at it in his hands, holding it close to his face. Spamton could have sworn he saw it move - just an inch, as if it was getting used to being in Tenna’s hands. Tenna smiled at it, stroking it with his finger with the most lightest of touches. He seemed to love it, holding it to his cheek as if he was giving it a hug.
“Oh my sweet darling, isn’t she just so precious?” Tenna admired the pipis (who was apparently a she according to Tenna), holding her out for Spamton to see as if he wasn’t the one who gave her to him. “She’s… she’s our little darling.”
Spamton looked between the pipis and Tenna, who was staring at him with that same loving smile as before.
“
Our
sweetheart.” Spamton sighed. He might just be in love.