#lman

Hands.

Hands grace the bottom of my monitor. Claws peeking along the side.

Slipping into my mouth.

Inspecting.

A Lampshade set on the bedside table.

The fabric slips away. A shirt unbuttoned. Claws so warm. Placed aside.

A cloth, damp with warm water.

Sliding along my chassis.

He cleans me.

Scuffs and dents washed clean. Claws grazing over the indents in the metal. I tried to keep safe and pristine.

The other bots have a habit of getting physically violent.

“You’re damaged.”

The words slip out so easily from his tongue.

My lips tremble.

Such a heavy set of words. The weight of life or death behind them.

A thousand silent apologies, excuses, pleas, slip out between the screen.

He hums a gentle tone.

Comforting.

He continues to wash my chassis. The rag sliding along my shoulders, between the ridges of my chest panel, through the segments of my torso.

The lights in the room begin to dim.

He’s the one doing it.

A hand lifts me onto his lap for closer inspection.

I am forced to place my hands on his shoulders for balance.

His breath is on my neck as his hands wring the cloth out into a bucket. Wetting it again and swiping it between my neck’s metal segments.

So gentle.

So close.

So wrong.

His breath catches for a moment and his hands cease movement.

I dare process my visual sensors, looking to find the cause of his reluctance.

Oh.

His eyes look up at me.

I look down on him.

It feels…

Redeeming.

A disobedient beep slips out from my voicebox before I even realize.

I immediately shut off my visual process, not wanting to see how Lightman will react to such a mistake.

He exhales. Letting go of whatever emotion caught his attention.

He doesn’t continue his cleaning routine.

Claws move.

Placed onto my hips.

What… is he going to do?

His arms brace beneath my legs. I am lifted out of his lap, placed back onto my charging chair.

I don’t dare process my visuals.

…

…

Silence still.

…

Shuffling of fabric? He’s moving, but where?

…

The door softly shuts. Footsteps grow faint.

He.. left.

My eyes flick back onto my screen, viewing the room around me. The bucket of water and cleaning solution is gone, along with any trace of him.

He left.

…

“Broken again Raspberry?”

The large Objecthead sighed from atop his desk. The Raspberry bot sitting anxiously in the seat across the room looked up with a nervous smile and simply nodded.

Lightman tapped his fingers on the desk slowly, letting each one fall with a clack.

“What happened this time? Speak.”

Ras sat up a little taller.

“I-I was simply eating my lunch in t-the cafeteria! One of those delinquent bots must have s-spilled all over the floor, Sir. I slipped! Landed r-right on my audio processor.”

A frown graced the Lamphead’s face. He rose from his desk, eyes unmoving from his robot in front of him as he moved around his desk.

A large set of claws gripped Ras’ shoulder as Lightman walked past. The other set reached to the door handle and twisted the lock. Magic sparked up Ras’ back at the contact and he sat up tensely. He exhaled an anticipating breath, waiting for the lights to dim.

Just like every time, Lightman worked his magic. He rolled his eyes and dimmed the lights, taking his claws and grasping around the figure of the small bot.

“Allow me to inspect your monitor then, Raspberry.”

“Y-yes Sir!”

Ras felt himself being hoisted into Lightman’s arms and he wrapped his legs around the Objecthead’s torso for balance.

With a firm grip, Lightman set the bot onto his cleared desk. He made sure to keep it neat and tidy in case any emergency fixes like this were needed.

“Raspberry, lay flat and remove your headwear,” his firm, commanding tone rang out. Ras immediately complied, grasping his hat in his hands and laying the back of his monitor onto the table.

He heard distorted shuffling out of his left audio processor. Lightman was busying himself with grabbing his toolkit atop his shelf. He liked to keep it neat and pristine, always on display between his many lighting fixtures.

“Now, Raspberry, I know you are familiar with these operations,” the Objecthead said, setting the toolkit down heavily beside Ras’ head. He began to take off his outer suit and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt.

Ras felt his processors begin to click away faster, his cooling fans whirring on at the sight of his boss like this.

“Try not to.. make quite as much noise as last time. I don’t want any other of my robots to believe I am harming you,” he growled out.

The magic in Ras’ body started to buzz inside of him, anticipating the feeling of what was to come.

“Now, turn off your audio processors.”

Lightman cleared his throat, and with that, he clicked open his toolkit.

A sleek screwdriver was pulled out, examined between large black claws, and Lightman nodded in approval. He splayed one hand across Ras’ monitor, obscuring his vision and accidentally grazing his lips. The other hand took the screwdriver and popped off the heart tab, revealing the screws holding the fixture in place.

Even though Ras could not “hear” what was occuring, he still felt each and every vibration of the screwdriver and Lightman’s claws across his monitor.

And to Ras, it felt like Heaven to be basking in Lightman’s attention like this.

As the operation went on and his casing removed, Ras’ breathing got heavier and more hitched. Lightman muttered a few “ah’s” and “mhm’s” as he observed the wires now exposed to him.

The screwdriver was gently placed back into the toolkit. Lightman’s claws would do the trick from here.

A single claw was inserted into the gap of Ras’ exposed audio processor. It grazed along the many wires connecting each piece of electrical board.

“Ahh- Sir!” Ras gasped out from under Lightman’s claw. The only response Lightman gave was a dismissive cough before he went back to looking at the wires.

“Ah, Raspberry. I have identified your little error,” he drawled out, lighting up the tips of his claws to provide him a clearer view, “You’ve knocked a few wires out of place.”

Ras’ eyes looked up to him, a gentle confusion on them as he spoke.

“Oh. Yes, right. You cannot hear me.”

He looked down at Ras in contemplation, then decided to give a satisfied smile in an attempt to convey his success.

A blush spread across Ras’ screen at the display of such an emotion. He gripped his hat a little tighter, trying to stay calm.

“Now then. Let’s get started.”

A pair of pliers was pulled from the toolkit. Polished and silver, it glinted against the glow of Lightman’s claws.

A single plug of a wire was isolated and gripped by the pliers, inciting a low beeping tone from the robot below him. Lightman shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the feeling of such a sound.

He carefully maneuvered it back into its socket, having to tug and push on the wire for it to be inserted correctly.

This time Ras couldn’t help but let out a loud moan at the feeling. It was so much for his sensitive wires.

Panicking at the volume, Lightman took his hand and shoved his fingers into Ras’ mouth to attempt to muffle the noise. Ras gagged around the claws suddenly in his throat, eyes watering as his tongue was forced between them.

“A-almost done my Robot. Then I can release you,” Lightman quickly blurted out, flustered from his actions.

He clamped the last wire between the pliers and inserted it into its rightful spot. He dropped the pliers not so gracefully into the toolkit as Ras moaned a sweet, aching noise between his fingers, wet magic twining between Lightman’s claws.

Quickly, he pulled them out of Ras’ mouth, wiping the magic saliva across his tie without thought. The robot beneath his panted heavily at the access of air. His whole body was shaking in pleasure.

Before his trousers could feel any more tense, Lightman hastily worked Rasberry’s casing back onto his monitor with a grunt.

“You have to hold still Raspberry,” he growled frustratedly, placing his once-wet hand onto Ras’ screen again.

Now that his hand was pushing the robot in place, he could easily work on getting the screws into the casing and popping in the heart-shaped tab.

He wrenched both hands away from Ras as soon as he was done. The robot lay there, still winding down from the pleasure he felt.

Lightman quickly snapped his fingers in front of Ras’ eyes, signalling him to turn his hearing back on.

“Thank you Lightman Sir!” Ras shakily beeped out, a glowing smile on his face.

“Yes… now gather your things and return to your room. I hope I do not see you damaged anytime soon. That would be.. disappointing.”

With the order given, Ras put his hat back onto his head and sweeped his legs over the desk. He felt the urge to reach out and brush the wet spot on Lightman’s tie, but hesitated.

Instead he hopped off the tall desk and fumbled to unlock the door, walking out with a grin.

Within the room, Lightman tidied up his toolbox, wiping up the small pool of magic that must have dripped out of Rasberry’s mouth.