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"You've been real quiet lately, Elyta," says a voice from the darkness, and Elyta startles. He's in the empty warehouse that has served as the meeting place for him and some local mobsters, but this time, he doesn't have any stolen goods to sell them. Elyta had never really been considered one of them; something Elyta was glad for, because he had no interest in organized crime, he just wanted his credits. Apparently, though, the income he'd provided them with had been substantial enough that they noticed when he was quiet for two months.

"I... I almost got picked off. I was laying low," Elyta says, standing his ground while the gang leader and two of his toughest cronies emerge from the shadows and advance on him. He's not going to pretend he's not terrified of these guys, though.

"Bullshit! That was months ago!" the leader says, and Elyta flinches when he raises his voice, "One of my guy says he saw a human girl hanging around your place. Real pretty, too. That your distraction?" Elyta stiffens but doesn't answer, not about to tell the truth about Ajax. It's better if the gang thinks he's just been spending time with a date, anyways. Easier.

"Doesn't matter. I'm only gonna say this once, so listen close: you get me something, and soon, or you can kiss that pretty little girl goodbye," the gang leader pauses, reaching around Elyta to grab his wing and the covering, crushing them both in a painful grip, "Got it?" Elyta gasps and whimpers in pain, nodding frantically, until the leader releases his wing.

"Yes, yes, absolutely, I'll get you something," he says, his voice high pitched and trembling from pain and fear.

After that he's dismissed, and he runs all the way back to his apartment, not able to relax until he's inside and leaning back against the door. As soon as he leans back he remembers his injured wing and gasps and swears, tilting forward and running both hands back over his head. He needed to find something, and he needed to find it now.

Without casting a glance at Ajax he stumbles over to his desk, flicking on the monitors and collapsing into the chair. He starts browsing through the local news feeds, but he can barely comprehend anything he's reading, and he certainly can't focus enough to figure out what would be a great object to steal and get him out of trouble.

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"Hello Elyta," Ajax says when Elyta enters. When he doesn't get a response, he stands up from the chair he had been sitting on and sets down the magazine he was flipping through and walks over to where Elyta is sitting.

"Hello Elyta," he repeats, assuming Elyta hadn't heard his first greeting. However, when he looks him over, he can tell something is definitely amiss.

"...You are upset," he says, before noting his crumpled wings, "And injured. Query: Will first aid be required? Query: What caused this? Elyta."

He touches Elyta's wings tentatively and gently, looking them over.

"Error: limited knowledge on your species' physiology. Unable to administer medical care without further instruction."

It's not until Ajax touches his wing that Elyta snaps out of his daze, gasping and jerking away from the touch. He almost falls out of the chair but catches himself, looking at Ajax with wide eyes. After a moment he realizes what happened and breathes out a sigh, drooping a little as the fight goes out of him.

"Sorry, Ajax," he says, leaning heavily on the desk, "I'm... I'm okay, just a little... Frazzled." He takes a deep breath and then looks over his own shoulder. The outer covering of his wing is unharmed, but the right wing beneath it is crumpled, and slowly Elyta moves to extend it, grimacing the whole time.

"It's fine," he gasps out when his wings are fully extended and mostly straight, though the right one is still a little crooked. He realizes distantly that Ajax touched his wings, however briefly, and has to fight to keep his wings still. Maybe the gang leader wasn't all that far off in his assumptions about what Ajax was to Elyta; because more than anything, he didn't want them coming after Ajax because of his own screw up.

Ajax sits close to him, looking him up and down. He wasn't very good at physical gestures yet, and struggled with knowing when they were or weren't appropriate, but he reaches out and tentatively places a hand on Elyta's knee.

"Elyta," he says softly, his mechanical voice low and gentle, "You are injured. I want to help. Please, allow me to analyze your wounds."

Elyta bites his lip at the touch, looking down at Ajax's hand rather than looking at his face. He feels a little of the panic wash away in the face of Ajax's concern, though he's not sure what he did to deserve such regard.

"Yeah... Yeah, okay. I'm fine though, I swear, just a little... Bruised," he says quietly, doing his best to relax as he turns his injured wing, still outstretched, towards Ajax.

"I... was summoned by... Some people I work with, sometimes. They were concerned that I... hadn't provided any stock recently. They were... a little forceful," he explains while Ajax examines him.

Ajax handles his wing gingerly, straightening it out as carefully as he could. Part of it was ripped, slightly, and he reaches into a nearby cabinet for some medical gel, which he uses to seal the wound.

"Access to full length of wingspan inhibited by clothing," he says, "Please remove your shirt."

"Uh... right," Elyta says, his uninjured wing fluttering a little as he pulls his shirt over his head. He knows Ajax has no idea what an intimate gesture this is to him, or how sensitive his wings are, so he can't help but feel a little lecherous when he lets Ajax touch him like this.

Truthfully, he's been aching for Ajax's touch in an intimate way like this, but that wasn't something he could consider asking for, not when he hadn't even been able to give Ajax a straight answer on the nature of personal romantic relationships.

The pain starts to fade as soon as Ajax uses the gel on him, leaving him to only feel the sensations of Ajax's synthetic skin touching the sensitive membrane of his wings. His wings attempt to flutter and press closer to Ajax, but Elyta pulls them back closer to his body, immediately mortified and glad that Ajax wasn't familiar with the body language of wings. If he had done that in the presence of anyone from his home planet, his desire for Ajax would have been crystal clear.

Ajax strokes his hands over his wings lightly, monitoring Elyta for signs of discomfort.

"You are anxious," he says softly, "I suggest that you engage in some stress relieving activities."

He remembers something he had discovered that his hardware could do, something that he hadn't been able to understand the purpose of, but from data he had gathered about other machines when he had access to Earth's internet databases, he guessed it served something like the purpose of a human back massager. He wondered if it would give Elyta any similar sort of relief.

"Here," he says, "Hold still. I would like to try something that might help."

He plants his hands on Elyta's shoulders, just above the base of his wings, and begins to vibrate his hands as he strokes and squeezes the muscles around that area of his back.

Elyta isn't expecting the vibrations, and his back arches automatically, pushing into the touch as he makes a completely involuntary noise that sounds remarkably like a moan. As soon as he realizes what happened he slapped a hand over his mouth and jerked away from Ajax, his wings retracting under their coverings as he stumbled back a few steps.

"A-Ajax, you don't... I'm... I'm fine. Relaxed," he said, his voice muffled through his hand as he looked at Ajax with wide eyes. He thought his lie was transparent enough that even Ajax would be able to catch on, but he didn't need to tempt fate by receiving a vibrator massage from the robot he'd been harboring secret and confusing feelings for.

Ajax startles a little at the noise, and at the way Elyta attempts quickly to cover it up. He puzzles for a moment as he considers what it might have indicated, recalling the circumstances under which he had heard similar noises before, and, judging from his demeanor that Elyta was not injured, is left with a conclusion that surprises him.

"You are...sexually stimulated by my actions," he says, surprised, his hands still buzzing quietly, "This result was...unexpected."

He thinks for a moment, then, hesitantly, adds, "...Sexual activity is also a viable source of stress relief."

Elyta gapes as Ajax effortlessly sees through him and then completely turns the situation on its head. Elyta is certainly no longer worrying about the gangs, now the only thing in his head is the gentle whirring of Ajax's vibrating hands.

"No, that's... Okay, yes, that's true, but that's, uh... Something I can... Take care of myself. It's... ah, it's personal, okay?" Elyta attempts to explain, unable to stop his wings from fluttering the whole while, as they're still tingling from the attentions earlier, and even just them shifting against his back is almost too much.

Ajax feels oddly...spurned by how quickly Elyta rejects his offer, but judging by his body language, which Ajax had become quite adept at reading by now, he decides maybe he was simply embarrassed by his own wants. It wasn't something he could quite wrap his head around.

"Elyta," he says, pausing for a moment to choose his words, "This platform is intended for such uses. I am interested in utilizing it for its intended purpose on you. I believe it could be mutually beneficial."

He looks down at his hands, which were still buzzing, and flicks them off.

"...I am having difficulty speaking about this in the same romantic conversational tone that they use in your films. I do not fully understand the relational implications this kind of activity denotes, so I am uncertain of the affect this conversation is currently having on our relationship."

He folds his hands together, and, for some reason, finds it difficult to look at Elyta.

"That...makes me nervous. I think. This is the first time I have felt this."

Elyta manages to calm down a little at Ajax's words, his wings stilling against his back. He looks up at Ajax, sees his politely folded hands, and licks his lips.

"I'm... nervous, too," Elyta admits, scratching the back of his neck, "I mean I've... never done anything like that with... Anyone. I don't know... What it would do to our, um, friendship, like you said. But I... I trust you, Ajax," Elyta admits, looking away from Ajax. He's quiet for a moment, and when he speaks again his voice is trembling a little from nerves.

"You said it would be, um, mutually beneficial? What, uh, what would you... Get out of it? I mean, do you, ah... Um. Do you have..." Elyta trails off, unable to put the idea of Ajax receiving sexual pleasure from genitals into words.

"This system does not have nerve sensors," Ajax says, guessing at Elyta's question, "However, rather than erasing this platform's original software, I have been coexisting with her. Correction: It. It is not sapient, but...when I installed myself into this platform, I...was unaware of the difference between myself and a virtual intelligence. It would be...rewarding to fulfill the directive provided by the unit's original programming. In addition, I have harbored curiousity about the nature of such acts for some time now."

He keeps his hands folded politely as he speaks, only glancing up at Elyta briefly.

"It would also be rewarding to fulfill this directive with you specifically."

Elyta is a little disappointed by Ajax's answer at first, but then he adds his last sentence and Elyta blinks at him.

"Me, specifically?" Elyta echoes, surprised by this, "Why me specifically? I'm nothing special, I mean... In that sense. I haven't even... done that sort of thing, with someone else, sex VI or no. If you're curious about... About sex, or, or dating or anything like that, there's plenty of other people who... Who know about that. More than me, I mean." Elyta's wings flutter again as he looks away, then moves a few steps back and sits down on the bed.

"Lying and stealing, I'm an expert teacher. Sex? Not so much," he says, attempting a joke but it seems to fall flat.

"Your experience level is not relevant," Ajax says quickly, before realizing that might have sounded harsh or unfeeling, which was not what he was shooting for. He follows him over to the bed and sits down.

"Clarification: I did not mean that it would be rewarding experience due to your experience level with such activities, but for...who you are to me. In human culture, this is ideally an activity that is shared with someone important to you. In my systems, you are ranked as a top priority, coming in slightly above self-preservation."

He grips his knees.

"...Simplifying language. You are very important to me."

Elyta stares at Ajax, shocked and touched by the sentiment, and after a moment he swallows and reaches over to touch Ajax's hand, hoping he'll appreciate the gesture even if he can't actually feel it.

"I'm... glad," he ventures eventually, looking at his hand over Ajax's, "You're... very important to me, too. I've never... felt this close to anyone else." Elyta swallows again, his wings fluttering nervously at his back.

"We can... We can try it. If you're sure."

A smile spreads across Ajax's face, and he turns his hand up into Elyta's. He leans in, kissing him, softly, accessing the original VI's files for data on how to maneuver his mouth correctly. He pulls Elyta close, wrapping one arm around his waist and stroking the other over his bared shoulders, letting them slide over the base of his wings.

"Some...instruction may be necessary," he says, breaking apart briefly, "There are no files on how to stimulate your species in this platforms original coding -- I mean, I...don't know what I'm doing."

Elyta gasps softly when Ajax kisses him, his hands coming up to rest on his waist.

"My, ah, my wings," Elyta says, already starting to breath heavily, "They're very... sensitive. It's... an intimate gesture, on my planet. Touching wings. It... It can feel... Amazing." Elyta's wings flutter while he speaks, as if in anticipation. He'd only touched himself that way before, rubbing his wings against his back while he'd masturbated, and he wasn't quite sure what to expect from another's touch.

Ajax nods, and he sets the vibrations in his hands to a light setting as he reaches behind him and runs his hands over them, the way he had before. He climbs into Elyta's lap, straddling him carefully as he continues to kiss his mouth, and slides his hands down the edges of his wings to the spot on his back where they joined his torso.

"Is this acceptable?" he asks, pulling back to observe Elyta's face for a reaction.

Elyta makes a breathy noise when Ajax touches him, his wings stretching out and baring themselves to Ajax. He doesn't even spare a thought to be ashamed of their short span, as he's more focused on the vibrations from Ajax's fingers.

He nods to Ajax's question, unable to speak his response as he's biting down too hard on his bottom lip to manage it. His wings beat softly against Ajax's hands, fluttering and shifting, as if hungry for more stimulation.

Elyta can't do much but try to return the kisses and hold on, too distracted and dizzy by the touches to do anything else.

Ajax gently eases Elyta onto his back, and massages his wings for a short while longer before sitting back up over his legs and fumbling with the button at the front of Elyta's pants. He gets it unfastened, but hesitates before pulling them down further.

"Would you...like me to remove my clothing as well?" he asks, "I am...uncertain of your opinion on this platform's physical appearance."

Elyta nods, moving his hands up to peel back Ajax's shirt and pull it over his head, casting it aside.

"I... like it," Elyta says, his hands coming up to caress Ajax's sides, "I like that it's you." That part slips out without Elyta meaning to, and he bites his lip after he says it.

"Should I... Do you want me to touch you too?" Elyta asks, somewhat unsurely. His wings flutter against the bed, making him gasp and arch his back.

"I believe it would be more immersive for you if you did," Ajax says, nodding, "Also...I would enjoy it. Even without nerve endings."

He wedges Elyta's pants down, and stands up to pull them off the ends of his legs, as well as slide his own pants down and slip out of them, before climbing back on top of him and kissing him soundly. He rubs his hands over the length of his wings a few more times, before pulling back to look at him.

"How...should we continue?" he asks quietly.

Elyta enjoys the feel of Ajax's body aligned with his, and enjoys the smooth texture of the synthetic human skin that is so much softer than his own. He's so lost in the sensations that he almost doesn't realize when Ajax asks him a question.

"Oh, ah, well, you can..." Elyta starts, and then pauses, unsure how to describe what he liked in words, "I'll just..." He reaches down between his legs, rubbing his fingers over a thin slit that starts at the front of his groin and runs down between his legs. His skin there is softer and thinner than it is at other places, more sensitive, and when he parts the slit the flesh inside is soft, damp and dark blue. He fingers at the soft skin inside, moaning softly, and after a moment or two of stimulation the slit stays open without Elyta holding it.

"I usually... use my fingers," he says, his voice shaking, "Inside. I'm not... that good at it, though."

Ajax nods, quickly replacing Elyta's finger with his own, lightly vibrating ones. He moves them in and out experimentally, watching Elyta's face closely to monitor his reaction.

After a few strokes, he becomes more deliberate, applying pressure to the walls of his opening and setting the vibrator on a higher setting.

"Like this?" he asks, keeping steady eye contact with him as he pushes another finger inside of him.

Elyta gasps, his legs falling open and hips angling up towards Ajax. He bites his lip, his wings beating against the bed as he gives himself over to the sensations.

"Yeah, yeah, that's--" he cuts himself off with a louder moan, struggling to keep eye contact with Ajax as he writhes. There's something alluring and entrancing about looking into Ajax's eyes, despite the slightly artificial hue, just odd enough that Elyta knows he's not looking at an organic being's face, but it doesn't matter at all, because it's all Ajax.

"Good," he finishes finally, his voice taking on a high-pitched breathy quality, "So good, Ajax."

Ajax watches Elyta writhing underneath him with something like fascination, and he can't help but wonder what such sensations must feel like. In truth, he was a little envious.

"Good," he says, somewhat mechanically, and he leans forward to mouth at Elyta's neck and chest and rub his free hand over his wings as he makes the motions of his hands faster and more deliberate.

"...I enjoy the sight of you like this," he remarks calmly.

Somehow, the steady, electronic tone of Ajax's voice just spurs Elyta's arousal higher, combined with his vibrating fingers and the attention to his wings Elyta feels like he's hurtling towards the edge.

"I-I like you watching me like this," Elyta says, somewhat deliriously, as he plants his feet on the bed and presses his hips up into Ajax's hand.

"Ajax--ah--" he moans, his voice gaining in volume, "I-- I'm gonna come."

"Good," Ajax says, nodding and massaging the base of Elyta's wing as he kisses his chest.

"Good," he repeats, "I want you to do it. Let me watch."

He fucks him harder with his hand, keeping the same rhythm as before, his eyes now glued to Elyta's face.

Elyta nods, gasping and swearing in his native language as Ajax's inccreased movements send him over the edge. His wings start beating fast enough that they blur and buzz, as he throws his head back and arches his back. He makes a high pitched wailing sound, shivering all over as he rides out his orgasm. It lasts a few long moments, his body writhing on the bed and his hands gripping tight at Ajax's shoulders. Then his wings slow and stop, tucking themselves against his back again as he relaxes back against the bed, breathing hard.

"Ah... wow," Elyta pants, still trembling as he throws an arm over his face and tries to catch his breath.

Elyta watches closely, still moving his fingers inside of him after he's finished, slowing his speed only when Elyta relaxes onto the bed. He removes his hand from him, looking curiously at the fluid on his fingers before wiping it on the bed.

"I have satisfied the directive required by this platform's original coding. This has been a rewarding exercise," he says, robotically but still somewhat thoughtfully, "...However, this platform does not contain instructions for acceptable post-coital activities."

Elyta stifles a chuckle at being referred to as a rewarding exercise, and peeks at Ajax from under his arm.

"Ah, well, we could just... lay here for a little while. Or do something we, y'know, usually do. Watch a movie or something," Elyta says, lowering his arm and tentatively reaching out to wrap both his arms around ajax in a loose embrace.

"Is there, ah... Anything I can do for you?" Elyta asks, blinking up at Ajax. He knew Ajax didn't have the same organic systems of pleasure, but he hoped that there would be some other way he could make Ajax feel good, too.

Ajax lies beside him, returning the embrace carefully and situating himself under Elyta's chin.

"It is rewarding to complete this platform's directive," he says, somewhat quietly, "Other than that...I cannot currently think of any of my functions that could be stimulated to mimic a sensational experience."

He says it a little bit sadly, as watching Elyta in throes had heightened his curiosity about what it would feel like to be able to experience touch. He runs his hands over Elyta's skin, wondering what it would feel like, with no baseline to even begin to imagine it.

Elyta frowns, rubbing his hand up and down Ajax's arm, and pressing his mouth against the top of Ajax's head.

"I'm sorry," he says, wishing he had a way to make Ajax feel as good as Ajax had made him feel, "There's... Robots with simulated nerves, right? Maybe we could... work on getting you some hardware like that. Maybe something that would act more like a real body, instead of... a repurposed sex doll." Elyta smiled at Ajax, squeezing him a little. Such hardware was no doubt expensive, but then, Elyta was an accomplished thief.

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