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Wrath and Love	By : Kailean Category: Comics > Squee! Views: 1756 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Wrath and Love: Chapter Twenty-Five

After pushing on the heal of his remaining shoe with a socked foot to discard it onto the floor under his desk with its mate, Pepito stretched as well as he could in the confines of the chair of his home office with a groan. He had just gotten home from a very long, busy day at the end of what had been a very long, busy week, and now, finally, all he had to do was check his email and go to bed before the weekend was his … or mostly his, as much his as it ever was. He skimmed through the messages quickly since he'd checked them only a few hours ago and his filter system diverted everything nonessential into folders that went to his aides. He let out a sigh when he was forced to take out his planner and fill in the few free slots he had for next week with an overseas trip to encourage a small military takeover, one of the few his order had left, and meetings with dignitaries that would come to him in New York.

As he shut his computer down, he reminded himself that it would all be over soon: the endless posturing, the wars, the stress. He just had to push through to the end, and then he would have enough control that he could appoint others to deal with the constant hassle. Who knew, maybe he could even trust them to do it right. Once the distention was eliminated from the bloated belly of the world that wouldn't be so very difficult.

Feeling a familiar tug on his soul, he picked up the cell phone on his desk just before it rang. "Hi, Todd," he attempted an even, soothing voice, as he now knew this continuing situation required. For the last three weeks, it had been like this: the pangs from the voiding of the contract hadn't completely dissipated yet for Pepito either, but for Todd they seemed to be much worse. His mother had called him the day after their return to California, nearly in hysterics because Todd was apparently experiencing symptoms similar to that of a crashing drug addict with no discernible medical cause. Of course, as much as he had wanted to, he couldn't break his promise to his father and go out there already. That would only make both of their situations worse.

"Hey, Pepi. Are you … are you busy?"

"No. I'm all yours. Just a second." Pepito attached his Bluetooth set to his right ear and switched over as he stood up and pushed his chair in, then headed to his bedroom. He flipped off the light and disrobed of his suit, leaving just his underwear as he climbed onto his bed and placed the cell on the nightstand. It didn't really matter what he was wearing as he could always project something else in his mind. "How've you been?"

"Getting better, I think. Still." He was quiet for a moment, and when he spoke again there was a hint of shame. "It's been five days this time."

"I've noticed. That's good. I mean, I enjoy ... speaking with you, but I'm glad you're becoming less ..."

"Dependent? Me too. But I wish I could just talk to you without this … need."

"I know, Todd, but it shouldn't be too much longer. Marla told me your aura is recovering pretty well the last time I spoke with her." She had seemed eager to return with Todd to California when he had left, and Pepito had let her. It wasn't really that surprising at this point anyway, and she was, after all, hired specifically to be Todd's doctor. "Can you still see the mark?"

"Barely."

"That's … that's good."

"Do you really think so?"

"I have to. It's what's best for you." He laughed a little bitterly. "I wish it wasn't, but I want you to be healthy."

"Yeah. Me too."

"Are you ready?"

"Yes."

Pepito nodded even though Todd couldn't see it … yet. "Okay. You know procedure. Relax, deep, even breaths, in through your nose and out through your mouth. Close your eyes and listen to the sound of my voice." He paused to do the same. "Everything is calm. You're safe and sound, and your bedroom door is locked … right?"

"Heh. Yeah, I locked it."

"Good. Describe your bedroom for me without opening your eyes."

"Uh, there's a red oak bed in the middle of the room. The head board is against the south wall. The ceilings lights are out, but the room is still dimly lit because the blinds are open to the yard. The top blanket on the bed is wavy and green, and the room is a yellowy beige … you know that. There's still the closet on the left and a dresser on the right."

"That's good. Is Shmee there?"

"He's beside me. On my left."

"What are you wearing?"

"A hot pink fish-net thong and nipple clamps."

"Alright. Now-wait. What?" Pepito fumbled his own sentence because of Todd's last. The tone had been so normal that he'd nearly missed the oddity of the words themselves. When he heard Todd giggle, he laughed a little himself, relieved that the slightly longer wait between bondings hadn't caused him to go off the deep end … unless. "That was a joke, right?"

"Psh. Yeah." Todd scoffed. "You know, even if I was trying to … seduce you or something … I don't think pink thongs are sexy, especially on a guy."

"But the nipple clamps are good?"

"Uh, no. I don't know, …" he coughed, "I, uh, didn't really mean to start this conversation."

"I know, Amigo, but it makes you so delightfully uncomfortable. And while I do admit that my question was leading, you've got to watch that tone if you don't want me to visualize you that way in the projection. Not that I would mind."

"So you think hot pink thongs are sexy?"

"No, I told you. For me it's the nipples clamps. But sliver-belted, black leather thongs are hot, especially-"

"Yeah, okay, Pepi. Could you just-"

"Sure. Red and white stripped pajamas, right?" Pepito leaned back into the pillows against the headboard of his bed and closed his eyes again, trying to banish the humor so he could properly relax.

"Uh-huh."

"Mhm-kay, eyes closed?"

"Yeah."

"Good." As he went over all of the details that Todd had described, in addition to everything that he had committed to memory of the room in California, the scene became more and more real. The room seemed to build itself up around his soul, which condensed to form a replica of his material body, this one wearing a loose black suit, on the lower end of Todd's bed. His sight ran up the sea green blanket until he saw Todd foot, then up his leg and to his body, which he forced himself to see in the stripped pajamas because he shared his vision with Todd. Together they created the perceptions of his spiritual projection, where time and space were like polyester and mental images were concrete reality. As he crawled up the bed, he smiled congenially. "Hi."

"Hey." He smiled back, and his muscles released some built-up tension as he closed his mental eyes for a moment when Pepito lifted a hand to stroke his cheek. As Pepito crept closer, Todd leaned back a little, then wrapped his arms around him in a hug and buried his face in the crook of his neck. A long moment passed without either of them moving from the position before he finally lifted his head to face him. "I really miss you." The words came out before he could stop them, the tone a little desperate, a little broken and, he thought, a lot too honest. It was all very pathetic.

Pepito nodded, his right hand on Todd's back starting to rub up and down slowly. "I know. I miss you too, but it won't be long now."

"Before the end?" Todd frowned deeply when he received another nod. "What happens then?"

"All kinds of things. Don't look so worried." Pepito ruffled Todd's hair and shrugged. "That question was pretty vague."

"Okay. Well, if you win-"

"I will."

"Right. Then what happens to all the people in the camps?"

He shrugged again. "Yahweh can keep the ones that still have faith in him by then. I really don't want most of them anyway if they're that stupid. They're not going to be released to join his army until it's already defeated, of course."

"So that means you're not going to kill them?"

"That would release them, albeit in a weaker form for most humans, so no. Not until we've won anyway. Yahweh will probably manage to take out some of the locations before that though. More souls means more power."

"Ah." Todd nodded slowly, a little relieved and a little confused, but mostly disturbed. He was also a little surprised that Pepito was freely telling him this after his resignation from the coven. He guessed that it wasn't really a big violation since it wasn't strategic or detailed, but he was sure that he would have had to pry and basically beg before the initiation for even this kind of information. "What about the other people … the uninitiated people with the marks?"

"Most of them will be relocated to Hell, depending on their skills and how much they have to offer the New Rule on Earth."

"Wait, so … so, you're not going to kill the camp people, but you are going to kill the people on your side? Seriously?"

"I told you, they're not really on my side. Most of them are cowards and social conformists … no better than Christians really. And killing them isn't really punishment; it's just ecological economics. We still need less people on Earth, and we can always build more cities in Hell to house them." He smirked when Todd pulled back some, glad that he was getting back to himself enough to take a stand despite the comfort that he still craved from Pepito's presence. It was a good sigh, even if it lead to an argument. "What?"

"Betrayer." He rolled his eyes as he said it and his lips pressed together into a tight smile because it was so cliché. It would have been funny had it not been so tragic all around.

"I suppose to those people I am." Pepito smiled too. "Todd, do me a favor? Stop pretending that you didn't expect this."

Todd pulled his legs up to his chest and rested his arms on his knees. "Yeah, sorry. It must be so irritating when people assume you hold some kind of moral principles. Except, I seem to recall you complaining about me believing that you're the monster the Resistance claims you to be a few months ago. Don't those things sorta conflict?"

"Not from my point of view … although, probably they do from yours."

He nodded silently, then let a few moments pass before he looked down when he felt one of Pepito's black-socked feet prodding his right one slowly and with just the right about of pressure to make it tickle. Letting out a small huff of a laugh, he pulled the foot up closer to his body, then looked back up. "So what happens to people who aren't saved or damned?"

Another awkward moment of silence passed. "You mean people like you?"

"Yeah. And people who belong to other, non-Abrahamic religions or none at all. Uh, the ones that aren't marked, obviously." He knew already that anyone with the mark, which at this point was most people of most religions, belonged to Pepito and his father, but it was kind of annoying how both sides of the current war seemed to act as if theirs were the only two religious affiliations on the planet.

"Well, Yahweh considers those people to be his enemy. If you're not with him, you're against him, so … I guess they're mine by default." Actually, there was an inconsistency in the rolls of Hell that almost matched the numbers of people that belonged to alternate religions. As far as Hell, and probably Heaven, was concerned, those souls were just missing altogether. Some angels liked to claim that they were extinguished completely upon death like those of all ancient pagans, but Pepito didn't know if he believed that. Still, it wasn't worth risking with Todd. He didn't want to lose his soul to dispersion or another afterlife. As long as his paradigm of belief didn't shift too much and he wasn't allied with Yahweh, he should still be able to keep him, even if he wasn't committed to Satan either.

"So they go to Hell too?"

"Eh. Those people are actually the most annoying. They'll have to be assessed on a case by case basis, but there aren't that many of them that aren't marked."

"I see."

"Hey, you don't have to worry personally, okay? Father already said I can keep you with me on Earth after the war."

Todd gave him a small smile. "Great."

Pepito sighed. "I'm not going to apologize."

"For what?"

"For screwing up your chance at Heaven. I mean, I am sorry for the way it happened and that you're so sad about it, but I won't pretend to be sorry that you're safe from it now."

"Safe?" Todd laughed. "Pep, this is not safe. And it's not just about Heaven. It's this whole thing … this situation. It's horrible and unfair for nearly everyone, and … and what happens if you don't win?"

"I-"

"I know, you're determined to win, but what if you don't? Seriously, just think about it for a minute. Just a minute."

"Then my party loses the Earth." Pepito rolled his eyes. "I do know what's at stake, Amigo."

"Right. But what else? You know that part in Revelations where all the damned go to Hell for a thousand years and the Beast and the Dragon are locked in the pit?"

"Just because the Bible says it doesn't mean it's chiseled in some kind of destiny stone by magical weaving fairies. Prophecies fail all the time."

Todd shook his head. "I'm not saying that it's fate. But if the Bible is God's plan and he wins, why wouldn't he carry it out?"

"I suppose that he would attempt to carry it out. That doesn't mean he would be successful or that Father and I wouldn't find a way out even if he was. His version of the war is biased, you know."

"I know, but so is yours, and you … you should really make a plan in case things don't work out the way you think."

"Todd?" Pepito ran a hand through Todd's hair to lift it up and back from his face when he showed no incentive to move it himself after letting it fall there when his head moved down to rest on his arms, which were still crossed over his knees.

"I really don't want to be in Hell without you." Todd lifted his head back up, making Pepito's hand fall away. " And that pit thing doesn't sound so good."

Nodding, Pepito smiled sadly. "Alright, I'll get a committee on it. I promise, okay? I'm not going to let either of those things happen." Wiping away one of Todd's tears, he decided not to tell him that the Pit was indeed not so good. It was, in fact, the most torturous part of Hell.

"Okay." Scooting slightly closer again, Todd turned his hand over to wrap his pinky around Pepito's and shake. He smiled when Pepito arched a brow at him. "Well, it seemed to work last time … in a round about way. We're still friends, right?"

"Always." Pepito slowly moved his hand up, intertwining all of their fingers instead of just the two so that their palms were pressed against one another: his mark against Todd's fading one. He gave the hand he held a small, tender squeeze before placing a quick kiss on the back of it. "Do you still want to do this?"

Todd nodded, then let Pepito pull him gently back into his lap with his free hand and some added magical effort. Their foreheads came to rest against each other as the tingling started in his hand, anchoring itself onto the cords of energy that seemed to have embedded themselves when he was initiated, and then spreading throughout his being. His breathing deepened with every surge, every ebb and flow of the energy that was shared back and forth between them, and he pressed himself as close as he could to Pepito. A deep and wild part of him wanted to take the connection much further while his conscious mind was afraid of the longing, in the same way that it was afraid of the simian urge to jump from high places, and sought some sort of reassurance. Thus, the clinging served two contradictory purposes at once, and while it almost made him laugh, it didn't tempt him at all to let go.

Pepito's free arm wrapped around him to hold him as tight as he dared. Every now and then, he moved his head to place a light kiss on Todd's cheek or shoulder blade or to nuzzle the side of his head, but beyond that he tried to keep the experience as chaste as he could. There was still a bad taste in his psyche from Todd's anger after the time he had checked his chakra. What they were doing now was much, much deeper and it carried a stronger chance of either of them losing control. He bit his lip when he felt Todd kiss him back just below his ear and then further down, trying his best to breath evenly as both of their bodies shook rigidly. Tingling warmth flowed through their souls, building up steadily until it was released into the universe in an explosion of spiritual energy that left them both shaking against each other in the embrace they still held. Stiffly, he pried his hand out of the hold that he and Todd shared, then moved it up to tilt his face to look into his own once again. "You okay?"

"Yeah." Todd smiled at him weakly through a daze, his heart still beating fast and his skin still hot to the touch. He could feel it all over his body, like his soul was in a sort of vibrational aftershock that made him shiver as tingly currents of warmth ran through him. Of course, his face was a little hotter than the rest of him even though he was trying to ignore the fact that both of their erections were pressed together as closely as the rest of their bodies. It wasn't nearly as awkward as it had been the first time as Pepito had explained that it was just something that happened during the exchange sometimes. It wasn't so much due to sexual arousal as it was to the general bodily and spiritual arousal that was produced by so much energy moving between them. "Thanks, Pepito"

"No problem, Squee." Returning the smile, probably a little too warmly, Pepito pressed Todd's shoulder to make him lay back against the pillows of his bed. He leaned over him on all fours for a moment to press another kiss to his lips. "Get some sleep, okay?"

"Are you staying?" Todd griped the sleeve of his upper arm as if he could keep him there.

"Until we fall asleep. Then you know my soul will fall back into my body." He glided over onto his side on Todd's left, letting his captured arm drape over his chest. It wasn't quite as good as having both of their whole selves wrapped around each other in a warm bed, but it was as close as they were likely to get for now. His hand moved up to Todd's hair again as they both closed their eyes, brushing it to the side and then petting it softly, protectively, as he wondered once again if he should tell Todd about the social context of what they had just done in demonic culture.

Originally, as beings of pure energy, demons didn't have sex or sexual activity in the human sense. Some of them only picked it up later through interactions with humans, feeling sexual pleasure only as a secondary effect of the human's pleasure through a psychic link. Often when they happened to feel love for a human, this link took the form of a soul bonding, an exchange of essential spiritual energy, which was something that was inherent to demonic entities. In Hell it was how family bonds were formed between two or more demons. Strictly speaking, there was no such thing as the demonic sex that Todd had seemed so afraid of nearly a month ago, only human sex that happened to involve demons or sex between partial demons that could only take place because of the human ingredients. But there was, always had been, demonic love-making, and this was it.

"Hey, Pepi?"

Pepito's eyes opened again, his previous thoughts falling away at the sound of Todd's drowsy voice. "Humm?"

"I … I sort of wanted to ask … am I possessed?"

"What?"

"Well, you know, this ..." he raised his arms as if to display the energy field, "this energy that's still inside of me. It effects the way I feel and think, and Lucille, well the other day she said something about trying an exorcism to make me better. Isn't that only for possessions?"

Pepito sighed again. Leave it to a fucking nun. "Sometimes the clearing of demons or souls from a space, such as a haunted house, is called an exorcism when the term is used loosely. The energy inside of you isn't another being exactly. It's from the Black Flame of Hell, which is channeled through me to Initiates. It can effect you, but only in mood or inspirational feelings; not in specific thoughts. That shouldn't be what was making you depressed before, though. Abe said that was a block … more the lack of spiritual connection than an additional one."

"But it is what's making me need this … bonding thing, right?"

"I suppose it is. To be honest, I've never had to break the connection with an Initiate before, so I'm not sure how the process would normally work. This … this could be perfectly normal. And at any rate, the Flame is leaving you. These sessions slow it down a little, but it seems that slower hurts less, right?" He waited for Todd to nod. "Well, an exorcism, if it even worked, would pull it out all at once, which would probably be far more painful … and needlessly so considering that it's leaving on its own.."

"Ah."

"Plus, rituals involving Yahweh aren't allowed on my property. Prayers are bad enough." He smirked and raised a brow at Todd. "If you really wanted to do it, you wouldn't have mentioned it to me, would you?"

"Well, okay. I didn't want to do it really. Exorcisms are pretty scary. But I thought it was worth bringing up to get your opinion, and … I thought maybe if it was the only way ..."

"If it was the absolute only way, I would give my permission." Pepito looked to the side at the wall as he admitted this, then back to see that Todd was now sporting a warm smile that almost made up for the shame his previous statement had made him feel. "You know I hate seeing you so sick."

"I … I do love you, Pep. Even if you are a horrible jerk."

"Ha. Thanks, Todd. Even if your love is the dysfunctional kind that's laced in insults."

"It's because you make me feel bipolar with all the contradictions." He frowned, then yawned. "It's like … when it's just you and me you seem like a normal person … maybe even a good one. But then with those other people, it's … just completely different. I don't really understand how you can feel compassion for me, but you can't for them at all."

"While I disagree with your moral perspective, I have to ask, don't you think there's a difference between being a good friend and a good person in general?"

"I'm not sure." Rolling over to face Pepito, Todd propped his head up on an elbow. "I guess … that's sort of a good point, but … if you can feel empathy, you can feel it, you know? It's not naturally limited. So if you can be a good friend, you should at least have the potential to be a good person."

"I'm gonna have to disagree again."

"Really?" He let out an astounded huff of a laugh with the word.

"Well … alright, the capability to feel empathy isn't limited, but the expression of love is. You can only practically love or hate so many people because it takes energy and effort. It's not something you can do for the whole human race, and attempting to spread it out that far means that what you do for individual people is less once you get passed a certain point. It's also unhealthy because it's an unrealistic goal and it means you're investing yourself in people who will never make any effort to return it. It's better to love only those who deserve it and who are worth your time."

"Maybe you can't preform an action of love for everyone in the world at all times, although that might be arguable for someone in your position of power, but you can still be open to feeling love for every individual if certain situations arise."

"Sure, but why would I want to? I still think that's unhealthy and counterproductive. And it would be forced and false."

"It's not for me. It just feels … right."

"I know, Amigo." Wrapping his hand around Todd's lower arm, Pepito pulled it to him so that Todd's head fell down to rest on the pillow below, at eye level with him. "I don't understand it, but I know. Like I said before, we have very different moral points of view, but you know I really do care about you, right? Even if you don't understand how."

"Yeah, I know, I …" he yawned again, "I guess I should be flattered that you chose me as one of the select few."

Pepito shot him a playful smile as he moved slightly closer, settling in for sleep. "See, now we're getting somewhere."

"Yeah, somewhere." Todd shook his head and closed his eyes as his fingers curled around Pepito's. "Night, Pepi."

"Good night, Amigo." He continued to lay there awake for a good thirty minutes just watching Todd to make sure he was deep in sleep before allowing himself to fall into unconsciousness as well, not wanting to disappear from his side abruptly.

The next morning Pepito was awoken to a gentle voice, accompanied by soft, suggestive touches. He groaned, wanting more sleep despite the enticing sensations that made up his usual morning wake-up call. Hot kisses moved across his face and toward his ear.

"Master," she whispered in a near sing-song tone, "it's time to wake up."

"Uhmm." His eyes blinked open to stare at the ceiling of his bedroom as soft silicon-skinned hands moved slowly across his bare chest, pushing the covers to the sides. He let her continue to work at his body with hands and lips, deciding not to initiate any of the role-playing scenarios that he had programed her with. There were only two ways he could really enjoy android sex and both were more like assisted masturbation that actual sex with another person: role-playing, which involved pretending that something else was happening or this very basic physical friction that involved the android acting as a sophisticated sex-toy. That's what they were really, though he was aware that some people found them to be somehow much more than that and much more gratifying.

He had never really understood the overwhelming fascination, but he did understand the physical elements. This understanding was reinforced with a gasp as the android pulled down his underwear and took his half-erect flesh into her mouth where it was treated to near constant suction, elevated heat, eager, massaging throat muscles that were built for effortless deep-throating and an extra long, vibrating, prehensile tongue. He reached up to grab the pillow his head lay on with one hand as his other moved down to sink its fingers into soft, blond, shoulder-length hair. Gripping the strands, he pushed her head down further, thrusting into the warmth without having to worry about teeth, which partly retracted during this type of service, or breathing, with was optional for androids, as his erection grew to full length.

She went up on her knees, her hands helping to support her on either side of his hips, to accommodate him without so much as a bat of her eyes. Her lips enclosed him, moving up and down from the tip to the base, meeting his nearly violent thrusts perfectly. Too perfectly for someone like Pepito, who actually enjoyed the emotional tension of sex. Still, it was hard to argue with such amazing stimulus, and it wasn't long before he came deep inside her throat.

When the pleasure ebbed, he slowly released his hold on her hair, letting her move her head up from his length to lick her licks as she looked down at him, awaiting her next order.

"Would you like breakfast now?" she finally asked. "I could make those apple cinnamon hotcakes that you like so much."

"No. Not right now." He slowly shook his head as he heaved himself up some to sit amongst the pillows that were propped against his headboard, his gaze fixed once again upon her thin face, her ruffled strawberry blond hair, freckles, deep blue eyes. That was one of his mother's recipes. He had programed in as many as he could remember when he had first gotten her. It was made to order, like her face, which could just as easily have been staring out at him from a the photo that rested atop the fireplace mantle in his living room, the one of his parents and himself from when he was about seven. He had chosen these features individually from a modeling computer program about eight months ago, and they had added up to this thing that could pass for a twenty-something version of his mother. And he didn't want to trade it in.

Normally, he didn't prefer blonds, but since the indwelling the ones with this shade had become enticing. That was probably the reason for this android as well. The imprint of his father's tastes had left their mark on the portion of the Black Flame that had saved his life and nourished his soul, so now it was here, possibly to stay. He frowned at that thought because the idea made him feel uneasy, vaguely ill even, and he wasn't sure if it was some inherent human aversion to incest or just the idea of what his mother would think if she somehow found out.

Demons, having no biological components in their original form and thus experiencing no ill effects from the practice, had no incest taboos or aversions, not even primary ones for parent-child relations. Pepito had never been sure if he had any himself. Until recently, he'd had no desire to have sexual contact with either of his parents, but he'd never been grossed out by the thought of walking in on them like most human kids he had known growing up either. He hadn't wanted to, but it wouldn't have ruffled his feathers too much if he had. He didn't have any full siblings, so he couldn't say how he would feel about that, but he had been enjoying sex with half siblings since his initiation at the age of thirteen. And his 'very obvious feelings for Todd', whom he also happened to love as a brother, probably spoke for themselves.

And then there were the other issues. He was into BDSM for the intimacy, elicited trust and power relations. None of that was possible with the android, but he still liked to hold her down, especially when she was role-playing as Rosemary. The fantasy then, was more about actual forced pleasure instead of mutual exchange as it usually was with real people. It was about his desire, or the desire of the Blake Flame that his father had given him, to force his mother to submit and enjoy the wrongness of it. He laughed. Maybe he was just becoming more demonic now. Corrupting good Christians had always been fun, so why not add the sinfulness of incest?

"I could run you a bath," she offered suddenly, though her body didn't move or appear tense.

Pepito shook his head again. He knew she wasn't bored or uncomfortable like a human might be. It was just an internal clock that told her that he possibly was by now, and that she should try to alleviate it. "No. I think," he pushed the covers down further, spreading his legs more to accentuate his still-hard length, "I think I'd rather have a second wake up call."

"You want my mouth again?" She smiled a preprogramed seductive smile as she crawled the few feet that now separated her mouth from where it needed to be when he nodded.

It wasn't at all unusual for him to come again, sometimes without stopping after the first time, even with the android. People with significant demonic heritage usually didn't require the down time that human males did, and Pepito tried to take advantage of that fact often. But this time was different; this time he had a plan … a plan that he was tempted to abandon when he felt her moist, silky mouth tighten around him.

He moaned, holding her hair once again with one hand as the other ran down to her upper back. It moved up and down until he found the flesh-colored seal, pulling it up and then pressing his thumb into the area underneath. A few seconds later the processors inside recognized his print, which was the signature to open a panel just below. He stretched further over her, until her forehead rested firmly against his stomach, to switch two things off: one was the current AI personality download that she was using and the other was the obedience control that he had to find in the system manual.

Normally, the second one wasn't even accessible unless you were a programmer, but he had demanded that the option be left open at her last checkup when he had taken her out of storage after Todd went back to California. He had turned it off when he was alone with her, but she had done nothing but sit around and eventually plug herself into an outlet to get more energy. Not exactly what he would call sentient, but maybe ...

A few seconds after the controls were off she went slack. All of the nice sensations came to an end, but Pepito persisted in thrusting in and out of her throat, never leaving her mouth or releasing her hair. It felt a little sick in a necrophile sort of way, but he decided to ride it out. He winced on an inward thrust when he felt teeth; they were back out apparently, so he went a little slower until he felt the android start to struggle to pull her head away. He tightened his grip on her hair, forcing her back down again and again. Finally, her struggling became too much. She was flailing with her legs, clawing into his and trying to bite him in a very sensitive place. He let her up and watched as she took one deep breath after another, all the while moving further away from him.

He caught her leg when she was close to the end of the bed, pulling her back into the middle and climbing on top. A normal human probably couldn't have held her there, but Pepito used his powers to hold her down, to pin her hands to the sides of her head as his own latched around her neck and squeezed, cutting off the automatic breathing that was meant to make the androids look more realistic. Although she couldn't move, he could feel her struggling against his power, trying desperately to break free and breath, as if her life depended on it.

And then he realized, she didn't know it was artificial. To make the androids able to truly synthesize humanity, they had given them instincts that lay beneath even the most basic control coding. He knew from his last experiment that they didn't understand even simple commands without the controls, so there was no use in trying to speak to her yet. Probably, the androids that had helped the escapees at Todd's work camp in this state had been taught from the bottom up like a human child.

He released her neck and moved back, letting her breath in the air that she didn't really need as tears ran down her checks, but not releasing her from his powers. When she was this worked up and afraid, she could probably kill a human easily. Even he could face some serious goring.

Her breathing calmed down slowly, but every time he tried to get closer or say something to reassure her, her eyes went wild and her body tensed. He didn't know what could undo the terror he had just inflicted, and he realized with a shock that he desperately wanted to know.

END CHAPTER!
Notes:

-The "in a necrophile kind of way" is a partial quote from Rosemary's Baby. The part about Pepito having a freakish crush on his mom is partly related to the plot and partly inspired by the sequel novel to Rosemary's Baby, Son of Rosemary (which most people hate, but I thought was mediocre for a sequel that spaced out ... plus most people don't catch the meaning at the end that makes it a little better).
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