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Mutual stress
Bm X Malware (non-canon)
“Can you please just shut it?” Bloodmoon growled at the pestering voice of the virus he'd grown to despise. “You know I can't do that~ messing with you is just so fun!~” Malware taunts, his semi transparent firm hovering in front of the monochromatic red animatronic who glared at him. “You pain in our side, I swear,” Bloodmoon snarls, his voice box vibrating a bit more than it usually does, causing a small shock to shoot through his wires that were close to the audio device. A slight lavender hue rose to the lunar bots faceplate. Malware's interest had been immediately heightened, his rays gave a brief spin. “What was that?” The floating individual questioned. “Guess some of my wires were too close to my voice box. That felt…different,” Bloodmoon's voice was softer, trying to process how he felt about it.
The day went on, the constant bickering and stress pressing down on Bloodmoon's mind made his wires buzz. Malware seemed to have let off for a while, an unusual behavior for the virus that had a habit of pestering him almost constantly.
It felt weird, now just sitting in silence without anything to provide sensory besides the soft hum of his internal workings and the gentle whirl of his internal fans. His chest rose and fell with mock breaths, his voice box mimicking a long exhale, stress eating away at his sentience, focus blurring. “I should reorganize those wires so my voice box doesn't mess with them again,” he spoke to himself, sitting up with a groan, sending another jolt through his wires, making him freeze up. It was stronger comparatively to what it was before. He sighs as he opens his chest cavity, his hands situating the wires, pushing off the strange sensations they gave his system when touched.
Everything went south when he heard a plate sliding before clicking in place. “Fuck,” his voice was nothing more than a snarled whisper, his vibrating voice box buzzing his wires, making everything so much worse. The stress and frustration was really starting to sink in as something stirred in his code, finally revealing himself after so much silence.
“Well, well, well~ This certainly is a predicament ~” Malware's voice prodded at Bloodmoon's frustration, which was focused downward, making Bloodmoon growl. Not his normal angry growl like Malware was expecting, but a possessive growl. Malware didn't even get a chance to react before being pounced on by the bigger being, now pinned to the mattress. Bloodmoon's chest cavity still wide open, the wires and inner workings audio very clear. Malware tried to speak but the words didn't want to come out. His emotions swirled in his head. In reality, Malware had been stressed in his own way, constantly clawing at his code when his identity didn't feel right or when Astro painfully tried to rip away from him. They were both stressed but never really let it get to this point before. He wanted to be snarky but at the same time, he just wanted to see what would happen if he coaxed the crimson animatronic to continue, to let the stress go in a…not very convenient way.
Malware had to stop his thoughts after that one. ‘Woah there Mal- slow down- do you really want that to happen??’ he questioned himself internally, his gaze darting everywhere but the animatronic above him, his rays involuntarily shaking and shifting as he organized his thoughts.
Bloodmoon's large hands experimentally ran down the rod in Malware's torso, causing Malware's back to arc in response, which earned a low chuckle from the large bot. “Looks like someone got a bit riled up, hm?” Bloodmoon teased Malware, both in words and touch, clawed fingers ghosted over his midsection as Malware forced his hips to remain still, which shook and shuddered. “Shut it Bloodmoon,” Malware snarled, a poor attempt at intimidation as heat gathered between his legs, quiet curses having left his lips. Malware's reactions kept that flame of want growing in Bloodmoon, their past relation thrown out the window like all the rest of his logic.
Bloodmoon teased for what felt like years, claws ghosted over sensitive silicone, lanky fingers wrapped around anything that would allow, all while avoiding where all those touches were wanted most, making Malware squirm and writhe under the larger being, pitiful noises dripping from his voice box.
“Would you just hurry up?” Malware snapped at Bloodmoon, his tail lashed as his legs were stuck slightly ajar thanks to Bloodmoon's grasp keeping him pinned, curse that second pair of arms. Bloodmoon lowered themselves down a bit, just enough for their hips to meet with Malware's, a very strained growl coming from the darker being below them as their hips rose sharply, the rays that framed their head shoke and shuddered. Bloodmoon's eyes slanted up, a low chuckle practically mocking the entity below him.