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WPNZ leaned against the yellowing wallpaper with his arms crossed, impatiently tapping his foot. He still didn’t know why Puzzles had woken him up at midnight and dragged him down to the theater, but he had said it was “of the utmost importance”.
He’d been deeply asleep when Puzzles disturbed him, voice bordering on frantic as he roused him from bed. Had it been anyone else interrupting his slumber, he would have pulverized them. Obviously, he’d been hesitant to grant Puzzles’ request of heading over to the theater right away, and when he’d asked what for, he would not elaborate.
He was used to Puzzles asking for impromptu favors, most of them stemming from an emotionally charged state. He also carried that same spark of impulsivity, and would often give in to it if he knew it would lead to some good old fashioned mayhem. But, what did the theater have to offer either of them, especially at this hour? He knew Puzzles was starring in an upcoming play, and had been rehearsing over the past couple of weeks, but the building had long since closed for the day.
WPNZ had never seen Puzzles so out of sorts about something- well, he had, but not when it was this late. He’d asked if it could wait until morning, or if he could go by himself, but Puzzles urged that his presence was required. He wasn’t one to give into demands, but after continuous insisting, he had finally agreed.
He had hoped that there was fun to be had on this sudden trip, that maybe there were some punks vandalizing the theater, and Puzzles wanted them dealt with before they caused any more damage.
Puzzles had been so overjoyed, that he yanked WPNZ out of bed and zipped straight to the van. Thankfully, he’d been courteous enough to take the wheel while WPNZ shook off the lingering traces of sleep on the way there. He had stayed quiet, staring out at the empty streets that passed him by, reminding him of the old, abandoned places he’d used to skulk during certain hit jobs.
Not wanting sleep to claim him again, WPNZ had started taking inventory of his ammo, and set his blasters to “armed” in case an intruder was at the theater. His entire system functioned as one large unit, including his weaponry. So, if he fell asleep, then his equipment would shut down. However, he did have cautionary measures set in place should someone- and they have done this- try and attack him in his sleep.
He had glanced over at Puzzles whilst tinkering with his weapons, and saw that he was fixed on the road, wearing that same colorful grin he always had. Whatever he had in store, it seemed like it’d be worth it.
When they had arrived at the theater, Puzzles guided his half-awake partner up to the front door, where a lock and chain had been wrapped securely around it, barring them from entering. Puzzles, who had already interfered with the security cameras, requested that WPNZ destroy the lock. Despite the fog still clouding his mind, WPNZ had gotten to work. It had taken him no time at all to cut through the slightly rusted chain, and once it and the lock fell to the concrete floor, Puzzles immediately frolicked inside.
WPNZ had followed Puzzles through the dark, winding hallway, though at a much slower stride than him. They had walked past the venue, the auditorium, until finally coming upon the backstage area which was reserved for performers and employees only. WPNZ still had no idea what Puzzles was up to, there were no signs of vandals, or anyone for that matter. When he’d been led into the dressing room, his skepticism started to rise.
And now he stood there, waiting for Puzzles to emerge from the closet he’d stepped into five minutes ago.
He passed the time by glancing around the room, taking in its little details. The bulbs lining the rows of vanity mirrors had small, black smudges on their tops, there was an assortment of costumes ranging from mundane to extravagant hanging loosely on clothing racks over on the far wall, and a loose prop or two was tucked away in the corner. Funnily enough, he could immediately tell which vanity was Puzzles’, as it was the most organized one. Okay, maybe the photo of them taped to the mirror had clued him in too.
There was a click, and WPNZ looked up from the carpeted floor. The closet door slowly peeled open, and his partner burst from it, arms outstretched and chin held high as he showcased the new attire he had donned.
“Ta-da!”
Puzzles held his pose with a beaming grin, waiting for a reaction. He wore a ruffled poet shirt, the fabric an off-white color and its sleeves puffy. The neck was cut into a V shape that sloped down to the top of his chest, and was laced with string. It loosely fit his scrawny frame, and he had combined it with a pair of patterned trousers. Sitting atop his head, was a small crown made from glittery craft foam, stuck between one of his antennas.
With costume runs on the horizon, he wanted to gauge how the audience would react once they saw it in action, and WPNZ served as the perfect surrogate. That, and he valued his opinion more than anyone else's.
“What do you think?” He held one arm out while gesturing along the sleeve with the other, like a salesman trying to pitch a product. “Isn’t it dashing?”
Oh, WPNZ had a lot to say.
“You forced me outta bed just so you could play dress up?” He wanted to shout. In fact, he had opened his mouth to do just that, subconsciously knitting his brows into an abrasive glare.
Then, he realized, that Puzzles wouldn’t have been so adamant that he come see him unveil his new costume if it didn’t matter to him. Even with his more…irritating quirks, it was who he was, the Puzzles he adored and cherished. And, regardless of how outlandish they were, WPNZ would support his dreams, knowing that he would do the exact same for him.
His scowl faded, and he softened.
After he took a little too long to respond, Puzzles slowly lowered his arms, confidence deflating.
“You don’t like it?”
WPNZ closed his eyes and pinched the space between them with his index finger and thumb, sighing. “No, i-it looks good, Boxhead. You look good. I just…couldn’t this’ve waited ‘till morning?”
“I was too excited,” Puzzles smiled. “I caught a glimpse of it during my last rehearsal, and couldn’t get it out of my head, I just had to try it on!”
“Y’know you coulda just…made a replica of it in that TV dimension of yours and see how it looks in there.” WPNZ told him. “Like, can’t you basically conjure anything you want in that dome-space of yours?”
“I…” Not having thought of that, Puzzles tugged at his collar and awkwardly cleared his throat. “B-But, then you wouldn’t have been able to see it for yourself!”
WPNZ absolutely would have gotten to see it eventually, either during one of the costumed rehearsals or the night of the play.
“Yeah, b-” WPNZ cut himself off, eyes widening a fraction. He was about to suggest that Puzzles could’ve brought him into the TV dimension as well, when…unpleasant memories flashed across his mind.
He had not ventured into Puzzles’ TV dimension since their fight, when Puzzles had betrayed him just so he could manipulate his way into Meggy’s good graces again. It was still a sore subject for him, and needless to say, he didn’t want to return to that maddening hellscape anytime soon.
“Yeah, you’re right.” He said instead. “But, why not just bring it to the motel?”
“Oh, no.” Puzzles started. “You see, if the costume left the property, then that would be theft, and I refuse to desecrate the good name of theater like that.”
WPNZ almost found it cute that Puzzles drew the line at besmirching the performing arts, even though he’d committed far worse acts.
“Right,” He snorted. “But breaking and entering isn’t?”
Puzzles wagged his finger in an “ah, ah, ah” motion. “You’re the one who did the breaking in. I am innocent.”
WPNZ rolled his eyes.
Puzzles walked closer to him until they were a few feet apart, and held out his arm for him to inspect.
“Do you think it could use some adjustments? Don’t hold back, tell me what you think.”
WPNZ glanced over Puzzles’ costume again, getting a closer look at it. Maybe it was a trick of the light, or the tiredness still clinging to him, but he thought that Puzzles really did look like a prince, as if he were made for the role. He ran his fingers down the lustrous fabric, soft to the touch.
He chuckled, and looked back up at Puzzles.
“Fancy digs, your Majesty.” With one finger, he pushed Puzzles’ crown back up that had been drooping lopsidedly.
“It’s your Highness, actually.” Puzzles corrected as he proudly flared out the collar of his shirt.
“Well, if you think it looks good, then I’m sure the rest of the audience will too.” He took a step back. “Thank you so much for your input, WPNZ.”
WPNZ felt like he hadn’t really done anything, but he shrugged anyway. “Sure thing.”
There was a long pause, and Puzzles suddenly clapped his hands together. “Right then! Let’s get going.”
WPNZ blinked at him. “That’s it?”
Puzzles was already making his way over to the vanity. He didn’t turn back around to face WPNZ. “What else is there?”
WPNZ gawked at him. “What was the point if we’re only gonna be here for five minutes and then go back to the motel?”
“Because now we know I look good in my costume.” Puzzles said it as if the answer was obvious, and that WPNZ should’ve known that already.
WPNZ didn't argue any further. If it got him back to the comfort of his bed quicker, then so be it.
“Then we can go back to sleep, right?” He asked, making sure that Puzzles didn’t have any more surprises in store.
“Yes.”
“As long as you don’t start reciting lines in your sleep, I’m good.” WPNZ joked.
Puzzles turned around with a defensive huff.
“When have I ever done that?”
WPNZ silently raised a brow at him.
“A-Aside from that one time!” A red blush line formed underneath his eyes.
WPNZ smirked at that, and started heading towards the door. “I’ll start the van.”
Puzzles nodded, still facing the mirror as WPNZ left. He checked his reflection, assessing his regal wardrobe from all possible angles. His audience really did deserve the best, and hopefully this was it. Sure, he would have preferred something with a bit more flare, but it aligned with the director’s vision of a medieval fantasy setting.
His odd-colored eyes stared back at him, and he sighed wistfully. To think, he was a prince. Better yet, he was a prince with a valiant knight at his side- well, more like a valiant knight disguised as a ruthless beast.
He contemplated practicing a few lines in costume while he still had the chance, but decided against it. Eager as he was, he knew it wouldn’t take WPNZ that long to return. He wasn’t naive, he could tell how tired he was, and after he had helped him out, he deserved to rest.
He started undoing the first button of his shirt, which was a little hard to do with large, gloved fingers. One by one, they popped open, partially revealing his chest made up of black cables.
Before he could move to the next button, the doorknob turned unexpectedly. It opened, and WPNZ poked his head through.
“Hey, do you have the k-”
He froze as he happened upon his partner in a state of undress.
Puzzles yelped in surprise and daintily clasped a hand to his chest as if trying to cover himself.
He was about to chastise WPNZ for walking in unannounced, but he settled once he thought about it. They’d been in an official relationship for a few months now, and had seen each other in much less. They’ve even changed in front of each other before, and with such a small living space, privacy wasn’t exactly a thing between them.
“It’s rude to enter without knocking, you know.” He said playfully, standing up straighter.
“I know, I know, bad manners.” WPNZ bantered back, the awkward tension in the air vanishing. As a joke, he lightly rapped on the door. “That better?”
Puzzles scoffed and went back to unbuttoning his shirt.
WPNZ slowly closed the door behind him, resting against it. The sooner Puzzles changed, the sooner they could leave. With not much else to do, his gaze wandered around the dressing room, until it eventually landed on his partner’s reflection. He noticed that with each button Puzzles undid, it revealed a little bit more of his body.
WPNZ was going to look away, he even told himself to, but something in his coding betrayed his better judgement, and he found himself staring for longer than he intended. He watched Puzzles with silent intrigue, the way his cables shifted and flexed with every breath, how the vanity’s lights cast an ethereal glow around him…
It was beautiful. Puzzles was beautiful.
Then, his thoughts began to drift into less than savory territory.
He had attended every one of Puzzles’ rehearsals, and although he didn’t need the support, he knew he appreciated it when he showed up. He would always sit in the exact same seat, and it was worth it just to see the joy light up in his partner’s eyes when he went on stage. And in all those instances where he had watched the play, to the point where he probably had all the lines memorized as much as Puzzles, not once had he gotten bored.
WPNZ didn’t understand theater, but he had paid enough attention to glean that Puzzles made no two rehearsals the same. He did something different during each run, maybe a shift in his voice here, a change of position there, little things that only he would pick up on. He believed it to be part of Puzzles’ perfectionism, and that he was performing alternate takes of the same scenes so he could decide which version he liked best.
Again, he was no expert in thespianism, nor did he care that much, but damn, Puzzles sure had a way of being entertaining. Whenever he moved on that stage, his body swayed with an almost mesmerizing poise. He knew that Puzzles was as passionate about acting as he was about killing, and found it pretty impressive. That, and his skills would surprisingly come in handy when they were in a pinch and needed to evade the law.
The image of Puzzles up on stage with his chest partially exposed just like it was now infiltrated WPNZ’s mind, and he felt his power core race faster. Thoughts like that were reserved for his dreams- ones he’d probably end up having later tonight.
He shouldn’t think about Puzzles gracefully moving across the stage half-dressed, the spotlight beaming down on him and making his cables shine at just the right angle, the heat causing condensation to form on his… He would have to restrain himself from pouncing on stage and-
It didn’t take very long for Puzzles to catch the smaller reflection in the mirror, specifically the two yellow dots that were intensely gaping at him like a starving predator who’d just spotted prey. As he peered closer, he could see an emptiness in WPNZ’s eyes, glazed over and lost deep in thought.
For a moment, he didn’t know how to react. He’d never seen WPNZ so shamelessly ogle him before, and was making no attempt to hide it. It seemed like he was in much less of a hurry to leave now that he had a new show to spectate. Puzzles had that effect on people, didn't he? To always leave them wanting more…
He supposed he could humor him, just a little.
“Oh WPNZ?” He turned his head in his direction.
WPNZ startled when he heard his name, and snapped out of his daydream.
“Could you give me a hand?” He asked coyly, eyes narrowed. “The last button is snagged.”
WPNZ picked up on Puzzles’ tone right away. He was beckoning him- lulling him to come closer like he had some sort of trap set for him. He felt a pinprick of danger, but wasn’t sure why. Did he know he’d been watching him?
He hesitantly approached Puzzles, and stepped in front of him, placing himself between him and the vanity. He kept his eyes on his shirt, but could sense him staring down at him. He could also tell that he was breathing strangely, like he was excited and failing to contain it.
WPNZ reached for the button, and held it between his fingers. He frequently worked with tiny, intricate machinery, loosening one lousy button shouldn’t be a problem for him.
Then, he realized, the button easily moved in his grasp. It wasn’t stuck at all.
“Wait, it’s not even-”
You know, WPNZ,” Puzzles interrupted, clicking his tongue. “I find it interesting that you seem to like my costume more when it’s off me.”
WPNZ couldn’t prevent the light blue blush from forming on his face. He laughed, trying to play it off, though he still avoided Puzzles’ stare.
“Eh, what can I say? You can pull off anything, even if it’s nothin’.”
After finagling with the button for a moment, it slipped through the slot and came undone, fully separating the front of the shirt. He didn’t let go just yet, however.
“I really can’t thank you enough, WPNZ.” Puzzles’ voice dripped with implication. “I believe a reward is in order, don't you agree?”
He cupped WPNZ’s cheek when he said “reward”, and watched in utter delight as his pupils shrunk to pinpricks when he locked eyes with him.
Puzzles leaned forward, boxing WPNZ in by placing one hand on the vanity and taking the other off his cheek. He stopped until he was just inches away from his face, bare chest brushing against him.
WPNZ maintained eye contact with Puzzles, steeling (pun intended) himself and trying not to falter. Puzzles drew inward, shutting his eyes and parting his mouth as if he were going for a kiss. In that moment, what remained of WPNZ’s will crumbled away to nothing. He copied his partner, closing the space between them. He tilted his head, waiting for his lips to make contact with the same smooth, glass surface that he’d kissed so many times before.
Puzzles grabbed something resting on the vanity from behind WPNZ, and abruptly snapped back to standing, leaving his partner not only blindsided, but deprived of the affection he sought.
“These are great for after intense acts of physical labor,” Puzzles said as he lightly shook the box of cigarettes. “It really takes the edge off.”
He held it out temptingly for WPNZ to take, but he just stood there, stunned.
“So slack-jawed.” Puzzles pursed his lips and tutted.
He remedied this by pulling a cigarette out from its packaging, before casually slipping it into WPNZ’s mouth. He placed two fingers on the underside of his jaw, and gently pushed up, closing it.
“There,” He purred as he traced both fingers down his chin. “Much better.”
WPNZ grit his teeth, sharp points digging into the unlit cigarette. Oh, he wasn’t about to let him get away with that, and the smug look on his screen made it clear that he was silently challenging him to do something about it. Not wasting another second, he spat out the cigarette, tightened his grip on Puzzles’ shirt, and pulled him into a kiss.
A larger set of hands wrapped around WPNZ’s waist in response, and held him closer. He sucked in a breath, and kissed Puzzles harder, like he had something to lose. He didn’t break away from him as he turned him around and pinned him against the vanity, objects rattling and toppling over from the force. Puzzles grunted into his mouth as his lower back struck the edge of the vanity’s desk.
WPNZ clutched the sides of Puzzles’ frame to keep his head steady. Puzzles suddenly grabbed him by the shoulders, and paused their kiss, pulling his head back.
“Be careful!” He complained. “You’ll tear the fabric.”
WPNZ rolled his eyes, but abided by his request. He dove back in, swiping his tongue across the row of colorful bars that made up Puzzles’ teeth. He stopped, which made Puzzles open his eyes. He instantly recognized the mischievous smirk on his face, and before he could ask what he was up to, he felt something pressing against his groin. He shuddered, and pushed his hips forward as he was fondled, screen turning from ivory white to beet crimson.
WPNZ massaged Puzzles’ stiffening plug through his pants, the keening mewl that escaped his partner enough for him to feel a twitch between his own legs too.
“Enjoyin’ yourself, Hollywood?” He growled into his speaker, not relenting on his hold.
Puzzles’ knees buckled, and he had to grip the edge of the vanity from behind just to stay standing. He didn’t respond to WPNZ other than with a shaky exhale.
“C’mon, say somethin’.” WPNZ teased. To motivate him, he dragged his tongue across his speaker, Puzzles whining from the vulgar act.
“Y-You wouldn’t violate the sanctity of the theater, would you?”
WPNZ’s grin widened. “That’s your worst acting by far.”
“I wasn’t trying.” Puzzles whispered back.
WPNZ pulled his hand away from Puzzles, much to the latter’s chagrin. He backed up, taking Puzzles with him. They reconnected, clumsily stumbling about the dressing room and refusing to relinquish their lips from one another. Puzzles corralled WPNZ against the wall, and deepened their kiss, inserting his pixelated tongue into his mouth.
Puzzles tensed as a dozen, tiny sharp points pricked him at once, WPNZ’s serrated teeth scraping his digital tongue. WPNZ dug his metal fingers into Puzzles’ shirt sleeves, bunching the silken fabric.
Reluctantly, they pulled apart, saliva threading their tongue tips. WPNZ lunged for his neck, and lapped at the set of cables before biting down. Puzzles moaned deeply, WPNZ feeling his throat vibrate against his mouth as he did. This encouraged him to bite down harder, and he could practically taste the thousands of volts of energy coursing through his body.
Puzzles had so much power inside of him, which he found frustratingly attractive. He wanted it all, he wanted to greedily devour it until his partner was little more than a drained husk.
WPNZ pried his teeth from Puzzles’ neck, exposing the wet cables to the cool air. He gentled his approach, and went for his chest, stippling kisses across the black surface. Puzzles shivered, and clutched him tightly, murmuring incomprehensible pleas through his breath. He listed his head back, chest noticeably rising and falling, though WPNZ didn’t seem to mind.
Puzzles finally broke away from the wall, taking WPNZ with him. As WPNZ stepped back, he accidentally collided into one of the costume racks from behind. He glanced over his shoulder, and, seeing this as an opportunity, stripped the ensemble of outfits from their hangers before tossing them onto the floor in a messy heap.
He slowly sank to his knees, holding on tightly to Puzzles’ gloved hand. As he descended, he looked back up at his still standing partner with a drooling grin and half lidded eyes. He laid down on the pile of clothes, and Puzzles followed shortly after, dropping to his hands and knees.
He slowly prowled over top of WPNZ, his shadow eclipsing the shorter. He traced an index finger down his chest, and stopped halfway. A pulse of energy emitted from his fingertip, and in a glowing blue flash, WPNZ’s clothing disintegrated into pixels.
Puzzles had just used his powers to store WPNZ’s clothes into his TV dimension for the time being, leaving him bare before him, his revolver that had been begging for release against his straining pants standing locked and loaded.
“You couldn’t have done that with your costume?” WPNZ asked lightheartedly.
“Oh, hush.” Puzzles smirked. “But, if that’s really what you want…”
He did the same thing to his own attire, revealing the rest of the tightly knit cables that formed an imitation of a human body. WPNZ took in the incredible sight above him, admiring the way Puzzles’ cables twisted and curved. He tried following one of them starting from his neck and down to the thick maze of his torso, but quickly found himself lost, as if his mind was being entangled in the cables themselves.
He looked further down, and his power core stuttered upon seeing Puzzles’ plug, a shining metal rod sticking out from a mass of black rubber between his legs.
Puzzles inclined forward, and began planting kisses to WPNZ’s steel chest. WPNZ hummed quietly as tiny zaps of electricity pulsed through him every time Puzzles’ lips made contact with body.
“You know somethin’?” He started. “You make me watch you prance around on stage and kiss some other guy every week. Drives me fuckin’ crazy, and I think you do it to rile me up.”
“Oh?” Puzzles’ eyes flitted back up to WPNZ, amused by his confession. “Did my profound acting skills vex you?”
WPNZ scoffed.
“If it makes you feel any better,” He added. “I always pictured you instead.”
“Yeah?” WPNZ laughed. “I’m your knight in shining armor?”
Puzzles sat up, and hooked his fingers around the one article of clothing that was still on WPNZs body, the cord of his knife necklace. He yanked hard, pulling WPNZ upward so that he was sitting up.
“Forever and always.”
Puzzles shifted in WPNZ’s lap, straddling him. He draped his arms over his shoulders, and swayed his hips enticingly until WPNZ latched onto them. They looked into each other’s eyes, neither speaking out of sheer anticipation for what was about to happen next. Puzzles opened his legs a little wider, and positioned himself, hovering just above the barrel of WPNZ’s revolver.
Matching with the anatomy of his AV plug, Puzzles’ rear entrance took the form of a socket, the kind commonly seen on ports and usually recognized by their colored rings, his being a shade of dark pink.
Puzzles relaxed his body, and slowly lowered himself, the tip of the barrel prodding against his rim. Little by little, he took it in, socket stretching wide.
“Oh, fuck-” WPNZ nearly melted on the spot as cold steel met hot circuitry, the exceedingly snug fit clamping around his barrel.
He clung to Puzzles, stubby metal digits curling into his back. The thick, rubbery texture of Puzzles’ cable walls kept hugging his gun shaped cock, creating an overwhelming friction.
“H-How are you so tight?” He stammered.
Puzzles had to take in a breath before replying, feeling his inner cables trying to adjust to WPNZ’s size.
“Is it already too much for you to handle?” He sunk down further, taking another inch of his partner.
WPNZ stiffened, eyes going wide. He moved his hands off of Puzzles’ back and placed them on the floor just so he could brace himself.
“Not a chance.”
Puzzles’ socket clenched around WPNZ, stirring another moan out from him. He smirked, taking a moment to bask in the sensation of his partner’s warming barrel sitting inside of him. WPNZ protested impatiently, wondering why Puzzles had paused. He searched his gaze for an answer, and when he did, Puzzles chose that exact moment to pull back up, torturing him even more.
“Fuck-!” WPNZ hissed, grabbing Puzzles by the hips out of desperation.
He was slightly relieved that the pressure had waned, but it didn’t last long. He was already starting to miss the warmth, the tightness that threatened to crush him. He needily thrust upwards, re-entering Puzzles and making him cry out. The first few inches slipped back in with ease, but when WPNZ’s barrel tip breached Puzzles’ unloosened walls, the constricting feeling returned.
Puzzles rolled his hips down, the thick revolver burrowing its way even deeper into his mechanical gut. He finally bottomed out, his throbbing socket hitting WPNZ’s cylinder.
He swallowed hard, screen flushed a bright red as he tried to collect himself. WPNZ was about to ask if he was okay, when Puzzles started to lift himself up a little. He came back down, making WPNZ grunt from the mild impact. He repeated the movement again, then a third time, until he worked himself into a leisurely rhythm, bouncing on the piece of metal spearing into him.
He wanted to wear WPNZ down to his chassis (the bone), and wring him dry.
“It’s okay to give in and succumb, you know,” Puzzles cooed as he effortlessly rode his partner, rubber smacking metal each time he came back down. “Just let me know when you’re ready to bow down and submit to your prince.”
WPNZ growled in defiance. “Keep running your mouth and I’ll-”
He cut himself off as Puzzles dropped down hard. WPNZ shouted, and buried his face into Puzzles’ chest. Puzzles lovingly stroked the back of his head, trying to soothe him.
WPNZ knew that this was a battle of endurance, that one of them would eventually get tired and surrender, crowning the other the victor. And so far, Puzzles was in the lead by miles. He wasn’t sure how much longer he’d last if he kept going at this rate, he had to do something to turn the tides. But, with this intense pressure squeezing around his revolver, it was impossible to think.
“I…” He panted, trying to fend off the wave of dizziness. He gazed into Puzzles’ triumphant face, features blurred in his vision.
Right when he was about to utter a declaration of defeat, he remembered something crucial. Puzzles loved being complimented, to have his ego stroked because, well, “he was a vain narcissist” was putting it lightly. His opponent had a weakness, and he had every intention of using it against him.
“I…think you look great when you’re riding me.”
“Do you now?” Puzzles hummed. His erect plug twitched slightly.
“Yuh-huh.” WPNZ caught him off guard by bucking his hips.
Puzzles squirmed, his confident expression wavering.
“W-WPNZ!”
“And you've got such a pretty moan too, I could listen to it all day.” He continued. “Why dontcha give me another one?”
Puzzles glared at him in silent refusal, and WPNZ retaliated with another rough thrust, making him jolt from the force. Puzzles couldn’t stop an obscene noise from clawing its way out of him.
“You’re taking me like a real champ, you know that?” WPNZ gloated as Puzzles’ screen glitched in response to the praise.
“You’re gonna fit just for me and me alone, yeah?” He murmured, barely audible over Puzzles’ crescendoing moans. “Gonna shape you up nice and good.”
He gripped one of Puzzles’ sensitive antennas, static appearing on his screen from the interference.
“Keep going,” Puzzles’ voice cracked as WPNZ ran his thumb over the top of his antenna. “Tell me how much you adore every aspect of me.”
“That too. Fuckin’ entitled much? It’s so annoying, I love it.”
In one motion, he suddenly plunged into Puzzles as hard as he could. Puzzles tensed, a tiny squeak exiting out of him. Judging by the look on his face, WPNZ had hit the perfect spot. He started pistoning into him, his barrel tip striking that same sweet spot over and over. Puzzles, who was coming undone, held onto WPNZ, his body trembling from each round of hot pleasure that slammed into him.
“C’mon, gimme that “big, climatic finish” you’re always talking about.” WPNZ demanded, slowing down a little.
“I-If I do,” Puzzles sobbed. “Would you rate this a five-star experience?”
WPNZ snickered endearingly. Of course that would be one of his concerns.
“Why sell yourself so short? If you ask me, you’re a ten outta ten.”
“A te-en out of…?” Puzzles gasped, eyes fluttering.
“Say it again,” He pleaded breathlessly. “Say it again-!”
WPNZ leaned in close, his sharp-toothed grin pressing against his speaker.
“You’re a dime, Puzzles.” He rasped.
Puzzles stuttered, and erupted into a holler. His voice cut off, and his face was replaced by the “Please Stand By” screen, accompanied by a loud, droning beep.
It lasted for a few more seconds before his face returned, eyes cast skyward and a long sigh leaving his throat. His plug released a spurt of bright, technicolor fluid, painting WPNZ’s stomach. WPNZ looked at the mess Puzzles had made, and grinned back up at him.
Puzzles blinked away the hot white static clouding the edges of his vision, and looked down at WPNZ. Despite his violently trembling knees and sore socket, he still retained enough strength to pin him down, although WPNZ didn’t put up much of a fight.
“Your…turn…” He said between gulping breaths. He started back up again, grinding down against his cylinder.
WPNZ shut his eyes and tilted his head back, taking shallow breaths through clenched teeth. He was close, and was expecting to reach his climax any moment now. But, as he kept waiting for it to happen, to feel that insatiable release, he found himself stuck on the edge. He shifted in discomfort at the pressure building inside his barrel. Even though he kept trying to pull his internal trigger that would unload his oil, he was still denied.
It wasn’t the first time this had happened, but it was a rare occurrence.
“H-Hey, Boxhead?”
“Yes?” Puzzles opened one eye to look at him.
WPNZ glanced off to the side hesitantly, streaks of blue tinting his face. “It’s jammed.”
Puzzles stopped, attentive. “What?”
“My revolver, it locks up every once in a while.” He explained awkwardly. “I can’t- it makes it harder to…”
“Does it hurt?” Puzzles quickly interrupted.
WPNZ nodded lamely. Stars, it ached. It was an itch he couldn’t scratch, so close to satisfaction and being robbed of it at the last second.
Puzzles gently cupped WPNZ’s face, and couldn’t help but notice that his eyes were glossy and wide, like he was about to cry. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the pain, or if he was embarrassed. Either way, he didn’t comment on it.
“My poor dear,” He pouted. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Just…keep going,” WPNZ said. “It should sort itself out. Sorry, if I-”
“No need to apologize.” Puzzles shushed him, rubbing his thumb along his cheek. He did not shame or humiliate him.
He paused, contemplative.
“I said you could keep going,” WPNZ repeated. “It’ll-”
“Did you know, WPNZ,” Puzzles started, sitting up a little taller. “That me and my troupe do an acting exercise where we help each other visualize a scene?”
WPNZ wasn’t sure what he was talking about, or what it had to do with their current…activity.
Puzzles’ voice dropped, low and seductive. “Do you want to know what I’m imagining right now?”
“…”
Puzzles leaned in as close as physically possible.
“You, filling me up with your steaming hot oil and melting my cables from the inside out.”
The second it became a tangible thought in his mind, WPNZ but his lip. He held Puzzles, and weakly racked his hips against him a few times. Then, he felt a rush, starting from his head and shooting all the way down to his barrel. It twitched once, and then he shouted, relieved of the unbearable pressure.
A stream of jet black oil gushed into Puzzles’ walls, forcibly expanding them. Puzzles arched his back from the heat rapidly pooling inside of him, thick liquid coating his internal cables and leaving a dripping mess that couldn’t be cleaned unless he was taken apart. He went slack, having used the last of his energy to withstand the heavy blow of WPNZ’s climax.
When WPNZ finished, he shakily sat back up, grasping his blissful partner. Slowly, carefully, he helped Puzzles off of his revolver, barrel splattered with oil. Puzzles collapsed against WPNZ, his now gaping socket quivering and leaking.
Puzzles pushed himself up, and looked into WPNZ’s eyes. A lump in his throat bobbed, and he parted his mouth. Instead of the usual chromatic drool, pure ebony dripped out onto the edge of his frame, its shimmering surface catching in the light. It was thick as molasses, and to Puzzles, just as bittersweet.
WPNZ stared in astonishment. “Oh, uh-” Had he really been that rough with him? “That comes out, by the way.”
“Hah…ah…”
WPNZ lightly tapped the side of Puzzles’ TV head to get his attention. “You alright?”
“Absolutely…divine…~” He said between gasps. He didn’t look at WPNZ, but rather past him, a hazy, spacey look in his eyes.
WPNZ was about to voice his concern, when puffs of vapor began seeping out from Puzzles’ speakers on both sides of his head, the white plumes swirling upwards. Each time he took in a breath, the clouds only grew thicker.
“Shit,” WPNZ got off of Puzzles before repositioning him so that he was on his knees. “You’re overheating.”
“Non…sense-” Puzzles slurred, drunk off his partner’s load. “I feel…perfect.”
WPNZ acted quickly, and stood up. He told Puzzles to stay there, and walked away for a few moments. He returned with a dry makeup rag in one hand, and knelt down in front of him. He retracted his other hand, and rotated through his arsenal, searching for something that would help cool off his partner. The best he could find was something that vaguely resembled a propeller, their sharp blades meant for slicing down enemies.
WPNZ activated it, and the blades began to spin. He adjusted the speed, just enough so that it created a gentle breeze. He held it in front of Puzzles, redirecting the stream of air to his sweltering face.
Puzzles blinked slowly, and closed his eyes, taking in the refreshing cold. The steam started to dissipate, and WPNZ kept checking his speakers. Once the vapor vanished altogether, Puzzles slowly regained awareness.
WPNZ leaned forward, and gingerly dabbed at the corners of Puzzles’ mouth, wiping along the bottom of his screen and frame. The rag soaked up the black liquid, though it did smear against the glass a little bit. WPNZ sighed, and bunched up the rag, making sure only the clean sides touched Puzzles.
“You’re really out of it, huh?” He remarked once he’d finished cleaning his face.
“I’m…better.” Puzzles mumbled. He wasn’t overheating anymore, but he had a mild headache. “Thank you, WPNZ.”
WPNZ nodded. “Maybe I should take a look at your processor when we get home.”
“That’s an excellent idea.” Puzzles rose to his feet, but immediately fell back down. Thankfully, WPNZ had caught him in time before he hit the floor, and helped him stand back up.
“I can drive us home.” He offered, stumbling to the side before clinging to WPNZ again.
“Like hell you are.” WPNZ replied firmly. “Before we leave though, we should uh, clean ourselves up a little more.”
“Yes, let’s. The restrooms are just down the hall.”
Puzzles moved away from WPNZ, and sluggishly walked towards the dressing room door. WPNZ noticed he was limping, and stopped him.
Puzzles straightened himself out, frowning. “Oh, what? I don’t need to be coddled WPNZ, I- Ah!”
He had no time to react as he was scooped up from underneath and held bridal style by his partner.
“Honestly, this is overkill.” He crossed his arms and looked away.
“Yeah, maybe.” WPNZ shrugged. “But, how ‘bout you just let your knight carry his royal highness to “ye olde powder room”, ‘kay?”
Puzzles tried repressing the smile twitching at the corner of his lip. He wanted to disagree, mostly out of pride, but…he supposed he could enjoy being carried around, if only for tonight. He slung his arms around WPNZ’s neck, and held onto him tighter.
“Well, what are you waiting for then?” Puzzles lifted his chin haughtily, playing into the bit. “Tend to me at once!”
WPNZ snorted, and made his way out the dressing room door.
“Shall you take me to my horse drawn carriage afterwards?” Puzzles continued as they entered the hallway. “Retire me to my chambers, lay me down in my lavish bed and pamper me until I feel better?”
“You’re so needy.” WPNZ grumbled playfully.
“Needy?” Puzzles gasped. “I am simply expecting the basic royal treatment, WPNZ. There is a standard that must be upheld.”
“Tch. My apologies, my liege.”
“I shall overlook this error on the account of you providing me with a most passionate night.” Puzzles declared. “Thou should be grateful that such a kind and noble prince such as thyself has spared thee.”
WPNZ was pretty tired, and couldn’t keep up with all the old-timey fancy talk. “What? Were you gonna throw me in the stocks?”
“Never.”
“Anything else?” WPNZ asked as he pushed his way through the bathroom door.
“Just one more thing,” Puzzles replied. “Remind me to return my costume before we leave.”
“…”
“…And, fetch my old clothes that I left in the closet. Please?”