Lychko

When it came to physical intimacy, your relationship with Yes Man was certainly the most unique one you'd ever had.

True, much of the change you'd experienced when you'd begun seeing him romantically was due to the fact that he was a sentient computer program and nearly omniscient. That was already a pretty significant difference for you to come to terms with...but a lot of it was also due to the fact that he didn't have a penis. Not that either of you felt the like the presence of a penis was needed to fool around, to demonstrate love to one another in a physical way—you really didn't. The fact that he hardly had a physical body to interact with at all was the biggest hurdle, but you'd managed to find a way.

In terms of things you could do for him, you were somewhat limited to what you could accomplish with his most physically tangible form. Well, that and visually teasing him. Yes Man's Securitron body (whichever one he was currently sporting; sometimes the various individual models he'd roll around in ended up broken or otherwise indisposed, so he'd been through several) was a bulky, lumbering thing that loomed over you protectively. It didn't articulate well enough at the "waist" to sit anywhere but the floor, but you were more than happy to curl up with him on the rug if that's what made things easiest. When you'd first started becoming closer with him, you'd feared that his hard metal chassis would be cold to lean against, but the humming power of his internal mechanics seemed to produce an adequate amount of heat to keep you comfortable while you studied his form, made small repairs and tweaks to things for him. Though he'd tried to deny it at first, you knew he loved the closeness, the attention you gave him during these times.

You thought that maybe sometimes he faked "injuries" or reported issues he wasn't really having just to get you to touch him some more, a suspicion that was confirmed time and time again when you found no real repair need despite hours of fussing with his internals. It tickled you more than a little, knowing that he was so desperate for you to touch him that he was willing to lie a little for it. Besides, the way he'd stutter and whimper as you ran your fingers along his exposed wires, tugging gently at them and making him squirm, ignited a fire in your gut. There were several instances where you'd managed to get him so keyed up that he overheated and had to reboot. Those were your favorite moments...and apparently his, too, considering how often he seemingly tried to get you to recreate them.

It was certainly an interesting use of his newly acquired free-will.

The two of you had had a long discussion about his autonomy before you'd even consider giving things a try, no matter how much you'd come to care about the sweet, self-conscious AI. You couldn't tolerate the idea of entering into any sort of relationship with him if he didn't have the ability to say no to you. Despite your foibles, you weren't that bad of a person.

His overall demeanor hadn't changed much, if at all, after his "personality upgrade", and you'd been incredibly relieved at that fact. When he'd first told you about discovering the piece of code that would allow him to stop taking orders from anyone who felt like bossing him around, you'd been happy for him, but afraid that the unique bond you'd already begun to build would go away. You eventually decided, though, that it was best if it gave him the personal freedom you thought he deserved.

However, he'd reassured you that, while he could say no to you as freely as he liked, your words and commands held a certain weight in his programming compared to anyone else. When that concept had given you pause, too, he'd made you blush deeply by reassuring you that you would hold that same weight regardless of his programming, because he cared for you and valued your judgment. The longer your relationship went on, the more he seemed to value you overall.

You'd not expected just how jealous he had the capacity to be. Though you'd never given him a reason to distrust you or doubt your loyalty to him, he didn't seem to like when you gave too much of your attention to other people. At least, not in a certain way. He was no stranger to showing up over screens, calling you over intercoms, or straight-up rolling quickly into the room if he thought he saw you being too friendly with someone. There was rarely a moment he didn't know exactly where you were.

Every day, you went about your business along the New Vegas Strip, managing tensions between groups and trying to improve things, and you did it with eyes on your back. Thanks to the efforts of Mister Robert House, the entire area was covered in cameras, both inside the various buildings and outside, and Yes Man was quite eager to take advantage. Multiple times, he'd confessed to watching you almost all day, tracing your whereabouts and studying your behavior. Though you'd found it a bit unnerving at first, you grew to understand that he did it out of fascination and care, wanting to know as much about you as he could while also protecting you. It made it hard to hold his peculiarity against him.

He seemed his happiest when the two of you spent quiet time alone in your suite, the view of the entire Strip rather breathtaking from the penthouse of the Lucky 38, and that alone made you happy. Quiet time spent watching you work on projects, read, and even sleeping was well accounted for in his mind, and you enjoyed the domesticity of it.

"I have something I want to show you." he said one evening, almost...sheepish?

You were intrigued, leaning back onto you palms to assess him.

"What's that?"

He held up the clawed hand that had been resting against your leg, flexing the three claw-type digits that decorated the end fluidly. A moment later, they started to tremble, a pitchy hum touching your ears as his whole arm started to vibrate.

"Since when do your hands do that?" you pressed, eyes transfixed on the thrumming metallic forms. There was excitement in your gut, but also apprehension.

"I can make changes to myself pretty easily." he shrugged in an almost unsettlingly casual manner. "That's one of the nice things about not having the sort of body you have, I guess!"

"Aww, is there something wrong with the sort of body I have?" you pouted, teasing him.

"Oh no, not at all." he insisted, cradling you just a bit closer. "I like how different you are."

That made you smile, and you placed a few gentle kisses along the border where his face was projected out of his screen.

"The feeling is mutual." you assured.

His expression didn't change, but he petted lovingly against your back.

"So...you're expecting to use that thing on me?" you asked, running your fingers across his.

He let out a sound that was sort of like a laugh.

"I'd sure like to try it." he replied.

You couldn't blame him, you supposed. So many times when the two of you were intimate, he had very little control. Whether he was lying still and letting you touch him until he couldn't handle it, or watching you spread out in his lap touching yourself, showing him all the things you liked the most, Yes Man was usually more of a passive participant in your demonstrations of affection. A bit of control surely couldn't hurt.

"I suppose." you said playfully. "Don't go too crazy, though."

"I make no promises." he responded eagerly.

The Securitron was fairly incapable of demonstrating how much he liked watching you undress outside of using words, but he did, indeed, shower you in praise and compliments as you stripped out of your boots and clothes. Though you playfully brushed him off, your cheeks were hot at his verbal leering. He'd become surprisingly good at it.

There was a loud thump as Yes Man allowed his big, bulky body to sag down onto the floor, straightening himself as best as he could to make room for you on his "lap". Naked as the day you were born, you settled in, back against his chest.

He started small, teasing across your cheek so you could feel how strong the vibration. It wasn't quite as intense as the sound made it seem, but you were paying attention nonetheless. Slowly, he dipped his buzzing fingers down your chest, across your nipples. That made you giggle and squirm, a throbbing starting up between your legs. He continued to tease and egg you on as he slipped his hand further down. You moaned his name loudly when he first touched you the way you wanted.

The vibration was much more intense against your most sensitized place than it had been against your cheek. He was using the knowledge you'd given him about your body against you, moving that electric contact to right where you'd shown him was your weak spot.

"Oh fuck!" you gasped as your first orgasm washed over you suddenly, your whole body twitching and sweating as your hands grasped desperately at his arm.

"Ah, that's good!" he praised, though his hand didn't move from between your legs at all. You groaned at the overstimulation, hips wrenching back and forth in a fruitless attempt to escape. Repeating what he'd just done, he held you firmly until you came yet again, a nasal whine punctuating your writhing.

Your eyes brimmed with fat, unshed tears as he continued to hold the humming metal against your tender flesh.

"It's too much." you begged.

"I think you're doing great! Remember to breathe." he reassured, and even though he had the same enthusiasm to his voice that he normally did, you could sense the smallest iota of mockery there. Another moan flew from you, devolving into a sob.

It was impossible to know just how long he kept you cradled against him like that, writhing in his lap, crying while he forced you into orgasm after orgasm. You kept your face buried against him, your fingers aching from how strongly you gripped onto him, his hard body your only solid point of contact with reality.

"Oh my!" he said when your next peak twisted your stomach and made you gag. He didn't pull away entirely, but he pressed less insistently against your swollen flesh.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice cutting through the haze of pleasure and pain that enveloped you. When you opened your eyes—as far as you could open them, at least—his body was a bleary, silvery shape above you, the light that emanated from his screen taking up most of your field of vision.

"Hmm." was the only response you could muster, a wet hum from deep in your throat, though even you weren't entirely sure what you meant by it.

This seemed to be at least a passingly satisfying answer to him, as he adjusted the spread of your limbs across his to take some of the strain out of your tensed, rounded shoulders.

"Give me one more. Then we can be done." he said, and you whined, trembling hard, so tense it felt like you could shatter into a million little shards at the slightest breeze.

You were so numb from the constant vibration that it took what felt like ages to creep up to the peak again, every nerve ending shot from the never-ending electricity. Breathing heavy and uneven, you felt a few more fat tears roll down your cheeks as you fulfilled your end of the bargain. Once you'd shuddered out your last, the jittering in his hand finally ceased.

The room was eerily quiet after you'd become so accustomed to the high-pitched whine, the only sound left your throaty whimpering and huffing breaths. You felt like your whole skeleton was still vibrating lightly. Every muscle in your body ached from the god-knows-how-long persistent tension.

"You're so petty." you said eventually, petting at whatever metal panel you could reach. Your vision hadn't quite returned to you fully. "That was entirely unnecessary."

"Well, I would certainly hope you liked it at least a little, considering all those sounds you were making." he retorted, tone all smiles, as usual. There was almost an arrogance there that you weren't familiar with.

A sound sort of like an indignant cluck left you, and you gave him a playful shove. His heavy body hardly moved an inch, but he "bounced back" from the hit and tapped your shoulder with his side panel affectionately.

"Someone seems awfully self-satisfied." you said, rubbing your hand affectionately across the small screen that made up his "face".

"I guess I'd be lying if I said I wasn't. I enjoyed seeing you like that." he confessed.

You laughed good-naturedly and leaned all your weight against him. Exhausted, you let out a sigh as your eyes closed in comfort.

"I hope you keep that in mind the next time you ask me to go rummaging around in your internal compartment, honey. I have a long memory." you warned, grinning.

His arms tightened around you, one "hand" skimming your thigh. His voice was half an octave lower when he replied: