#darkgoogle

“Strip.” Dark’s voice was flat, casual, a simple order to the android that stood before him. If one were to ask Google how he got where he currently was, there wouldn’t be enough words in any language to describe it. He wasn’t sure how or why this was happening, and all he knew was that he was going to follow every direction and was now on his feet, naked and in the middle of Dark’s room. “Good. Lay on the bed.” 

“Okay.” Google’s throat and mouth felt too dry, and he tried to swallow as he put himself on the bed. He laid on his back and stared at the ceiling, hearing the steps coming toward him. Google refused to move his head or eyes just yet, fearful that if he looked, Dark would just vanish and expose that this was nothing more than a complicated and cruel dream. 

“Don’t move and slow your breathing.” Dark placed a hand on Google’s chest, a flat palm to cover as much as he could. Google started taking deeper, slower breaths, forcing his body to stay still yet chancing a glance at Dark. 

Dark was looking at his own hand, focusing on what he could feel, and hummed when, instead of feeling the thumping of a heart, he felt a centralized vibration of sorts. He knew the androids were much more complex than just an average robot, more than just artificial intelligence. There was life, a soul inside the electronic-based form that was their bodies. He did not know the science or even the supernatural reasons why these search engines were brought to life; right now, he was just curious about the body itself. 

“Your heart is not like ours, is it?” Dark mused out loud. “It is in the same spot that the organ would be, sticks out when you’re searching for its feeling, but there are no beats. When what would be your adrenaline courses through you, what do you hear?” 

“Everything vibrates. It’s a soft buzzing in my ears.” Google answered, getting that buzzing as he spoke. 

“Interesting.” Dark turned over Google’s arm, having the palm of his hand facing out. 

“Do you have lungs?”

“Technically. There are sacks in our chests that fill with air. We don’t have to breathe, but we have pathways to allow air to be inhaled and exhaled, and it is a habit to breathe, to appear more human. It’s like with food and water, we can survive without them, but our bodies can process them and use them as extra energy if we are not fully charged.” Google did the best he could to focus on his words, to answer Dark’s questions, and not react to the touches. But that last part was getting very difficult when Dark pressed his thumb into the crook of his arm and slowly dragged it down along his forearm, nail gently scraping against his skin and getting him to stiffen slightly. 

Dark watched how the synthetic skin reacted to the light scratch, a red line left behind. The skin felt practically human, close enough that if you weren’t searching for a difference, you would never notice. Dark did, though. Dark noticed the skin was slightly more silky than his own felt like. He was certain that if he wanted to draw blood, he’d have to put in a lot more effort than he would with the average man on the street. 

“You can feel everything on you, correct?” Dark asked, hand returning to Google’s chest, and squeezing, testing if it had the same feeling that layers of fat and muscle would have. It was just like the skin, very close but just different enough.  

“Yes.” Google struggled to keep his breathing even. 

“Do you have spots that are more sensitive than others?” The hand grazed over one of Google’s nipples. Google bit the inside of his cheek and nodded his head, but noticed Dark wasn’t looking at his face. 

“Y-Yes.” Google managed to get out. 

“Based on your reaction, they’re the same spots that you would assume they’d be.” Dark’s hand started traveling further and further down. “I can also see evidence that I’m more than correct.” Google found himself wishing he didn’t have his realistic body because he knew, with how hot his face was, that he was flushed at the realization he had gotten hard from all the touches. 

“Do you want to stop?” Google asked.

“No. I want to see more.” Dark commented as his fingers grazed against Google’s lower stomach, watching how the touch caused it to twitch on its own. "You said I could explore freely, are you going back on your word?” 

“You can keep going.” Google hated how shaky his breath was as those fingers got too dangerously close. 

“Good.” Dark, without missing a beat after that, brushed his palm against Google’s cock. Google gripped the bed covers and nearly swallowed his tongue to force himself not to make a sound. “I see.” Dark hummed to himself as he fully wrapped his hand around it and started stroking. 

“Dark!” Google gasped.

“Do you want to stop?” Dark echoed the earlier question. Google paused to take several deep breaths that he didn’t need but really wanted as he kept his grip on the covers, and eventually, he shook his head. 

“You can keep going.” Google took his turn echoing his own words. 

“Alright.” Dark went back to moving his hand like nothing had happened at all. Google dug his heels into the bed and tilted his head back more into the pillow. He felt like he was fighting his entire existence to prevent himself from moving or from making any noise, but he could only hold back for so long before-

“Shit~” The moan was soft, deep in his throat, and there was hope it wasn’t heard. The next one that came out, though, when Dark moved his hand faster, was undeniable. 

“There it is.” Dark leaned over, and Google was not ready to be face-to-face with him

Dark used his other hand to hold Google’s chin and guided his head to change its angle, making it easier to look at Google’s eyes. He noted that the pupils were wider, reacting to the pleasure alongside the rest of the body. So far, everything about Google screamed human despite the fact that he was not. Dark has the same thought about his own body. Looking human for the most part, when he was much more complicated than that. It was interesting how it worked. 

“Dark…Dark I’m-” Google tried to give a warning, but it became too much too soon, and he was cumming on Dark’s hand with a grunt. Dark’s gaze left Google’s face, and he pulled his hand away, looking at the mess on him and then humming. Google wondered if he could delete his programming or code or whatever the hell it was that made him function because he could not recall it for the life of him at that moment as he watched Dark casually clean his hand off with a tissue. Dark tossed the soiled tissue away and returned to the side of the bed.

“Thank you for your assistance, Google,” Dark stated as he patted Google’s shoulder. “You’re free to get dressed and leave.” He added before turning and left the room himself. 

Google stayed on the bed for a while. He didn’t know how long he had been there and staring at the door. He managed to get himself to sit up and look down at his body. Another minute passed before he finally spoke.