#cyber-night

Dottore was on his knees in front of you hands behind his back, his mouth opened wide to fit your cock down his throat. It was amusing, though, as he was struggling. his teeth kept grazing your cock as he bobbed his head his jaw was slack in an attempt to keep his teeth from hurting you but it didn't work very well, every so often his teeth would dig in to the underside of your dick not painfully but enough that you felt it. You watch him disappointedly as tears fall from his pretty vermilion eyes. "You can do better than that." You say with unbridled irritation.

"Why is it your clones can do it, but you can't. If I feel your teeth again, there will be consequences, Zandik." He starts to nod then remembers he can't with your dick stuffed into his mouth, not without risking punishment anyways. So instead, he hums his agreement, making you groan as the vibrations add to your pleasure. "You know what?" You smack his cheek a few times as you speak. "Open up, wide as you can. I think the only way for your mouth to be of any use is for me to just fuck your throat." He moans weakly and tries to force his jaw open wider, it hurts at this point and he's crying but the look in your eyes is worth it.

You stand and take a fist full of his hair and hold his jaw open with your other as you use his head like a fleshlight. His eyes are rolled back, and he's drooling down his chest. Gorgeous choked off noises spill from his mouth every time you shove yourself down into his throat. His hands that had been behind his back now hang limply at his sides his mind was blissfully blank. Being used so throughly was fulfilling to him. Not having to think or do anything but take it.

You give him no time to breathe. If he manages to take a breath, it's a miracle. "See? It's not that hard to be a good toy." You growl as you fuck his throat your hand on his jaw is guarantee to leave bruises. As you come down his throat, he sputters and chokes, but you keep yourself in his mouth. "Swallow it." You watch as he tries to and then pull out of his mouth and sit down. He licks his lips and rubs his jaw.

You head up to his computer room where you find him hunched over his keyboard, typing away at lines of code. "Hey Fedya?" He hums as if he hears you but isn't listening. You continue anyway. "You haven't taken your meds in a few days... how are you feeling?"

"Fine," He says without looking up from typing. "When's the last time you got up to eat or use the bathroom?" You ask worriedly. Fyodor sighs. "I do not need you babying me. I can care for myself, you know." He says flatly. "You haven't taken your meds in two days... I worry about you. When's is the last time you slept in a bed and not at your desk?" He stops typing and pinches the bridge of his nose in irritation. "Not all of us get to sit around and do nothing you know some of us have actual work to do." This makes you pause irritation boiling under your skin. "Excuse me? I do plenty thank you very much. I'm the only one who does anything around here." You snap he has never been this expressly disrespectful to you. "You do nothing but annoy me and take me away from my work! I don't need your help! I realize you are too dumb to understand how important what I'm doing is, but you can at least have the decency to let me do it. As for what you do around here, you do nothing but take up space and money!" He snaps angrily you pause your eyes wide, all the times you've made sure he had water and tea as he worked, made sure he was eating, brought him food if he hadn't eaten yet, brought him his meds, all of that to him was simply an interruption? An irritation? Not to mention you took care of most of the chores, though he helped with a few such as the trash ...Fine then if that's how he saw it. "Very well, then I'll stop." You sat icily your eyes narrowed. "Since you will be fine without me helping, I'll leave you be." He seems pleased at that. "Good." Is all he says before he turns back to his monitors. You don't hesitate to turn and leave.

True to your words the next four? Maybe five days? You don't do anything for him. You knew when you two started dating, he needed something akin to a caretaker as he was oblivious to his own health, unable to feel hunger, thirst, or even exhaustion the way most do. It stemmed from his autism and you were willing to help him out of love for him. You never thought you'd have that affection thrown back at you in such a volatile way. You haven't seen him for a few days making no effort to seek him out.

You are sitting in the living room reading a book quietly when he stumbles in. He looks terrible. He hasn't showered in about two weeks at this point, hasn't had his meds in a week, and God knows when the last time he ate was. You only barely glance at him before returning to your book. You watch him lean against the counter as he makes his way to where his meds are stored. Once he get his hands on them, he looks at the caps timer, showing him its been almost a week since he's taken them. His hands shake as he struggles to open the pill bottle, the childproof cap, making it impossible for him when he's this weak. You watch him from over the edge of your book. He is genuinely struggling, but you can also tell he's putting on a bit of a show to garter pity from you to make you feel bad for leaving him to fend for himself. You don't give him any instead of going back to actually reading flipping the page. After quite a bit of time, he finally stumbles over to you and holds the bottle out to you. "Open this." He says gruffly. "You don't need my help. You should be fine." You say not looking up at him though you can see his hand trembling in your peripheral. Your words make him pause.

He tries to open the bottle again with no luck he stands there swaying slightly, his pride not letting him admit he was wrong or that he needs help. He tries to pull your book down, but he is too weak to succeed. You watch him sway again before he crumples at your feet, the pills bottle rolling away from him. You still don't look up from your book as you flip the page. If he wants anything from you, he needs to put his pride aside. He sits there, trembling at your feet for a few minutes before weakly whispering, "I'm sorry..." It's makes you laugh a little inside. "Pardon? I didn't hear what you said. Would you like to repeat that?" You ask without looking up from your book. "I'm sorry..." You nod. "Hmm, that's a start. What are you sorry for?" His eyes are unfocoused, and he's barely keeping himself upright. "I'm sorry for yelling at you."

"And?"

"...And I was wrong."

"About?"

"I was wrong, I do need you..." You nod again as you flip the page. "Yes, you do, don't you." He waits for a moment before he continues "...Are you going to help me now?" You laugh finally closing your book. "And why would I do that? You've done the bare minimum." Fyodors eyes widen, "please..." He whispers weakly. "Please, what?" You ask with a smirk as you watch him sway on his knees. "Convince me." He takes a shakey breath. I'm looking like he might cry. "Please help me... I feel like I'm going to pass out, and I can't... I can't take care of myself right now." You tilt his head back so you can observe him better. "It's almost a pity I have to put you back together... I kind of like you like this. Weak and pathetic, not that you aren't weak and pathetic normally, but... it's just you look pretty when your half way from deaths doorstep." He whines a hint of fear in his eyes. Sure, he could kill you with a touch, but the idea that he is weak and pathetic normally makes him uncomfortable. "I really should make you work for my help... but I'm feeling... Generous. So instead, I'll only make you beg. Sit back on your knees and put your hands up to your chest like a dog. I want to see you beg like one. After all, I have to care for you like a pet."

Fyodor shudders but does it his body barely stable for very long as he holds his hands up in an imitation of paws he looks at you, embarrassment evident in his face. "Good enough, I guess." You sigh idly, he whimeprs, letting his body relax so he doesn't fall further to the floor he rests his forehead on your knee. "Please~" He whispers meakly. Finally, you move him onto the couch and lay him down with a sigh.

You go get his meds, water, and soup since you don't trust him to keep solid food down right now. You come back to him asleep, and you almost feel bad about having to wake him up, but you know you need to. He needs to eat and drink. You carefully nudge him awake and set about nursing your brilliant moron of a boyfriend back to health. You wake him up not as gently as you usually would. You shove the pills into his mouth, then yank his head back and force him to drink, double tapping his cheek once he swallows. "T-thank you... my love..." You help him eat the soup since his hands tremble. "You wouldn't be in this mess if you simply listened to me, you know." You sigh as you pet his hair the soup bowl finally empty "If you had just been a good boyfriend and accepted my care you would fine, but no you have to be a selfish stubborn brat." He looks up at you with glassy eyes. "I'm sorry... I'll try and be better..."

After yet another day of being ignored in favour of the gnosis, you were fed up with him. You didn't need to search for him to know where he was he was in the room he had made into a makeshift lab. He's surrounded by papers and books with a book in his lap and the gnosis in his hand being rolled back and forth between his fingers "Scaramouche?" You asked tentatively figuring it was best to see what his mood was before proceeding. "Not now I'm busy," He says without looking up from the book he's reading. You clicked your tongue before walking over to him. "Any way I can help?" You ask watching him to figure out where his head is at "have you considered leaving me alone" is his cold response. Rolling your eyes you respond "Scara it's been days. You need to take a break. Sitting here for hours isn't going to help."

He sighs finally looking up at you he looks exhausted even for a puppet "and how do you suggest I take a break?" You smiled before kissing him hard you reached over and snatched the gnosis from his hand before pulling away "I have a couple of ideas" you said as you pulled back. He trys to snatch the gnosis from your hand but you moved even further back. "Humour me Doll I think I can help you relax" He tsks before finally relenting and leaning in to kiss you again and again as you plop down next to him.

He climbs into your lap as you wrap your arms around his waist still holding his gnosis. You had planned on being gentle with him today since he'd been working so hard but it seemed he had other ideas as he sank his teeth into your lower lip hard enough for you to taste the metallic tang of blood. Your hand snapped up to rest at his throat, an empty threat really as he doesn't breathe but a good reminder of who he belongs to. You push him back to look into his eyes. "Since you want to be a brat go ahead and strip for me. You think you can do that for me my pretty doll?" He glares at you but pushes himself back out of your lap and starts to take his clothes off while you fiddle with the gnosis.

He climbs back into your lap once he's completely naked but he can't meet your eyes as he now realizes he's the only one naked. Before he can complain you start pressing kisses to his neck and collarbone before biting and sucking marks into them. You set the gnosis aside so your hands can roam up and down his sides. One hand snakes its way to run through the hair at the nape of his neck pausing at where you know the electro sigil is placed pressing against it almost reverently. He always despises when you show the mark any affection hating its origin with a passion. Your other hand trails down to completely engulf his already hard and leaking cock not stroking it but squeezing it and running your thumb over the tip. He pulls back "If you're going to fuck me hurry up and do it then" you can tell he's trying to sound demanding but it comes out more as a whine.

You roll your eyes and shuffle back towards the unused bed roll that is spread out to one side. He follows you onto the soft mattress and you pushed him down onto it before settling between his legs and trailing kisses up his abs. You try to remember if there was any lube anywhere close by before realizing your hand was already soaked in his precum from squeezing his cocklet earlier. You shove two of your fingers all the way into him and watch him wince at the suddenness of it. You run your hand up and down his hip as you give him a moment to recover. "Is that better? Hmm?" His teeth are clenched and his breathing is uneven as he hisses out "good, your finally doing something about the mess you started." You roll your eyes "Scara, is it possible for you to go one day without being an insufferable brat?" You ask as you start to pull your fingers out and roughly shove them back in. It takes him a few minutes to respond, already starting to lose himself to pleasure. His eyes roll back as he bites out a Fuck you to which you respond by adding another finger alongside your previous two. He chokes out a moan.

An idea pops into your head and a wicked grin spreads across your face as you stop moving your fingers so he pays attention. He opens his mouth to complain before you beat him to it "Doll, do you think your pathetic little hole can fit my entire fist?" His eyes widen and his dick twitches at the idea as he flushes bright red, after a moment of silence from him you ask "Can I try?" He nods his head slowly while looking away too embarrassed to look at you. You could just accept that but he's been such a pain in the ass you decide to make him say it "I need words Doll, you gotta tell me what you want me to do to you." He shoots you a glare that is made significantly less effective by the way his cock is practically pouring out precum. "Yes, you can" He bites out. You tilt your head playing dumb "I can what? What is it you want Doll? Use your words." He huffs and waits expecting you to just get on with it and when you don't he gives you a desperate look before caving "I want you to fuck me with your fist . . . Please" he looks away in shame. "There's a good Doll, see that wasn't so hard was it?" You say as you add yet another finger and start ruthlessly thrusting them in and out of his hole abusing his prostate.

After a few more minutes of just teasing him you pull out and reach behind you to grab something from earlier and set it off to the side before press your fingers against his waiting hole again. "You ready, Doll?" He nods, he looks like a mess already tears stain his cheeks and precum stains his abdomen. You slowly press your hand into him watching it get swallowed by his greedy fuck-hole once your in up to your wrist you reach up and take his hand and guide it down to feel. He groans and his eyes roll back in his head as he cums for the first time that night. He instantly starts babbling about how good it feels and to please move, he needs you to move and other desperate nonsense. You indulge him and spread your hand a bit letting your fingers trail over his walls and start to pull out only to push back in you set a good pace if fucking him with your fist. You reach up and wrap your hand around his dick and start to jerk him off in time with the thrusts from your other hand.

"Please I need your cock I took your whole hand! Can I take your cock now? P-please?" he begs. You pause the thrusting of your hand and tilt your head pretending to consider for a moment before responding "Hmm I suppose you have been good but first there's something I want to do" He struggles to push himself up onto his elbows and looks at you in confusion. You hold the gnosis up for him to see and watch as the realization dawns on him and maybe if he wasn't so desperate he would have objected but as it stood he could only whine and let his head fall back. You chuckle darkly as you tapped it against his lips he got the message and opened his mouth sticking out his tongue which you also tapped with the gnosis before shoving it down his throat causing him to gag but him being the good slut he was he took it never looking away from you as you fuck his throat with the very item that's supposed to give him his power. Once you think he's done a good enough job you pull it from his mouth and trail it down his chest letting it graze by his dick to rest against his empty hole. You rest a hand on his stomach before pushing the gnosis and your whole hand inside of him. You nestle it right against his prostate and pull your hand out leaving the gnosis behind.

His reaction is instant. He jolts collapsing back onto the bed and lets out a high-pitched whine. He's drooling and crying as he tries to get out words "O-oh fuck I can . . . I can feel the elemental energy pulsing from, from it fuck" you tilt your head and out of curiosity push your hand back into him causing him to whimper and rest your fingers over the gnosis. He's right, you realize, you can feel small electro pulses emitting from it. You can't help but laugh. "Maybe it doesn't belong in your chest then Doll. Maybe it should be in your ass, right against your prostate, forever." He opens his mouth to argue the logic of that but you feel a stronger electro-pulse release from the gnosis cutting him off and causing his whole body to twitch. You pull your hand out again and lean back on your hands leaving him to the mercy and whims of the gnosis. You can tell the pulses are getting stronger and more frequent by the way his body is shaking. His back arches on a particularly strong pulse. You reach your other hand over and press down on his stomach wondering if you can feel the electro pulse through his body. You quickly discover that you can and reach up to untangle one of his hands that has the sheets in a vice grip and put it over his tummy saying "Feel" He lets out a sob as he cums again. It takes a moment but you can see that he's still hard and leaking "P-please more" He begs.

You smile as you reach into his waiting hole again and take the gnosis by the base and start to thrust it in and out of him never completely removing it from him. You eventually start roughly fucking him with it and letting him become a crying, drooling, moaning mess. "Please I need you in me please fuck" He struggles to get out in-between moans. You decide to have mercy on the pathetic puppet and line your cock up with his well-stretched hole letting it rest against it for a moment before stuffing it into him in one go. Your dick hits the electro gnosis and pushes it into his prostate he practically screams as his back arches. You figured the electro pulses would be just as strong for you as they are for him but they feel more like pleasant tingles than what are clearly strong shocks for Scara. He starts fucking himself back on your cock before you even have a chance to move and for a moment you let him content to watch him writhe on your dick. Growing bored you grab his waist to stop him from moving and start fucking him, truly fucking him, your cock pushing the gnosis against his prostate again and again. He's gone practically limp at this point nothing more than a fuck Doll, a toy, for you to use as you please. You can feel your own orgasm getting closer and you can tell that he's also on the brink of cumming once again. It's not long before you're both cumming him first and you seconds later.

Instead, he's staring at . . . Two small metal rods laying on his desk space has been carved out of the piles of paper for them to lay. He doesn't look up as you enter his office or as you shut the door behind you. You make your way over behind his desk and join him in staring at the metal rods.

"What are they? And what have they done to capture your attention so strongly?" You ask. He turns to face you and sighs. "Piercings." Raising an eyebrow, you ask. "For who?" For a brief moment, you wonder if he's going to say you. it wouldn't be the first time he's suggested modifying your physical appearance in some way, but before you can ponder that any longer, he responds, "Me."