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The elevator slowly rumbled to a stop, the doors slid open, and 2B stepped out and into what remained of the Copied City. It was eerily silent; a grave sense of foreboding hung in the air. She had been here once before and it was not a place she was keen to revisit but circumstance had forced her hand.
All the other androids command had sent to deal with the recent developments had been thoroughly rebuffed. No one had gotten past the elevator yet here she was. That was no coincidence.
2B traveled down the winding maze-like streets of the Copied City, delving ever deeper into its labyrinthine depths. Her footsteps echoed down the empty alleys. There were no hostile machines or scattered android corpses as there had been last time. She was seemingly alone but 2B knew better. From the moment she entered that elevator, she was being watched.
Several disparate paths converged into one that spilled out into a familiar courtyard. At the opposite end of the plaza stood a grand cathedral, chiseled from the characteristic white crystalline material of the Copied City. The heavy doors were wide open, inviting her to enter.
Massive windows lined the wall letting light pour into the building. A long aisle flanked by pews ran down the length of the cathedral until it stopped at the dias. And at the very end of the church, sat a raised throne, high above the ground. Light poured in from the windows, illuminating the current occupant: 9S.
The scanner leaned forward in his seat, a faint smirk played about his lips as he beheld her.
“What a sight for sore eyes you are. Welcome to my city…2B.”
2B was quick to notice several differences from when she had last seen him. He had discarded his standard YoRHa scanner uniform. In its place was something reminiscent of it yet more mature. His shorts were now pants and his jacket had been swapped for a greatcoat that fell nearly to the top of his boots and covered his arms up to his wrists. It also had a hood but 9S had chosen to keep it down.
Even more noticeably, 9S had forgone his visor. His eyes were no longer the comforting blue she had grown accustomed to in the few moments he had decided to break protocol and remove his visor. Rather it was a sea of golden light with flecks of red dancing through the field of gold.
It took 2B a moment to find her voice. She hadn’t seen 9S in weeks. With every passing day, his absence had become increasingly noticeable. It was comforting to see him again–to hear his disarming voice. The selfish part of her wanted to keep staring but time was a luxury she did not have.
“9S. You are in violation of your standing orders and have been branded a deserter by YoRHa. I have been ordered to bring you back by any means necessary.”
9S rolled his eyes at her declaration, “I am well aware of what YoRHa thinks of me and what your orders are.”
With a wave of his hand, the heavy doors behind her groaned as they swung shut. 2B’s eyes darted from her only exit disappearing and back to 9S. He had risen from his throne and began to descend to her level, pillars rising from the ground to meet each of his steps.
2B summoned Virtuous Contact, pointing it at 9S to keep him at a distance. 9S was unfazed by the implicit threat. The scanner simply smirked at her, lurking just out of range.
“Why so prickly, 2B? Didn't you miss me?”
2B couldn’t help but be unnerved. 9S always knew how to push her buttons but this was something else entirely. Whatever had happened here had changed him. He was noticeably more unstable, vacillating between the extremes of his personality.
What worried her the most was his intentions. She was never particularly good at understanding him. For how freely he expressed his emotions, he was quite closed off. The only thing she knew for certain is that he wanted her here. Beyond that, she could not say.
2B knew their detente could not last. She was here for a reason. To complete her mission. To keep her promise.
Right as she was about to make her move, 9S snapped his fingers and the ground around 2B shifted. Several clones of 9S sculpted from the alabaster crystal of the city sprouted from the ground. A swarm of arms wrapped around her legs, waist, and thighs, holding her down while more grabbed ahold of her wrists and wrapped under her arms to stop her from fighting back.
“Don’t you know attacking someone in their own home is sinful?”
2B tried to pry herself away from the clones but it was futile. She could do nothing against their combined strength. Her sword fell from her grip, clattering onto the ground before a clone pushed it away. Her gaze returned to 9S as he sauntered toward her, clearly quite pleased with himself.
“Why?”
The question came unbidden.
“Did I desert? Did I take control of the Copied City? Did I let you enter my city? The answer is all the same. This is not just a city but a vast repository of information. The collective knowledge of the entire machine network and Adam’s research. The answers to any question now at my beck and call.”
2B should not have been surprised. His endless desire to uncover every secret he found and answer every question he had was his greatest weakness.
9S joined her on the dais, his bombastic tone softening as he asked her, “Do you know when we were created?”
2B almost answered with both of their roll-out dates. She stopped herself when she realized that he already knew them. He wouldn’t have asked if that was his question. What he spoke of was something entirely different.
“This is not the first life you or I have lived. We were there at the very founding of YoRHa; when you and I created the vicious cycle we live in today. And ages before that, before the first machines, the alien invasion, and even before the extinction of humanity, our first progenitors oversaw all as it unfolded. Two halves made of one whole.”
9S drew ever closer as his monologue continued.
“You and I are inextricably linked. Our souls are fated to meet again and again–incomplete without the other. That is the answer to your question. All I had gained was worthless without you to share it with. I need you as you need me.”
2B was left speechless at what 9S had told her. It all seemed so outlandish but she struggled to see how 9S could come up with such a complex lie. Even now, she implicitly trusted him.
“So, 2B. Will you join me?”
“Nines, I’ve never wanted anything more in my life than to just be with you…but we can’t…not yet.”
9S’s brash demeanor melted away and the red in his eyes flared up. Hesitation had clearly not been his preferred response.
“It seems like you need some more convincing then.”
The clones holding her in place forced 2B onto her knees. A gasp spilled from her lips as they manhandled her, pulling her arms tightly behind her back. 2B's pulse thrummed, acutely aware of her black box as it whirred in her chest. A slurry of conflicting sensations and emotions swirled within her in anticipation of what was to come next.
9S dropped down onto one knee. His hand reached out to cradle her face, his thumb ghosting over her lips. 2B unconsciously leaned into his touch as his hands traced up to her visor and slipped underneath it to pull it from her eyes.
2B could not bring herself to look at him in such a vulnerable state, though 9S did not seem to mind. She could feel his breath tickling her face as he admired her visorless face.
Leaning forward, he whispered into her ear; the soft yet assertive timbre of his voice causing 2B to shiver.
“You seem to be having quite the reaction. Perhaps you enjoy being restrained?”
2B furiously blushed at the accusation. She tried to look away in embarrassment but 9S lightly grabbed her chin to direct her attention back to him. When they finally locked eyes, 2B only had a second to gaze at him before he brought his lips to hers.
The kiss was soft but insistent; a warm pleasant feeling settling in her stomach from it. 2B had fantasized about this moment longer than she could remember. Despite the dire circumstances of her situation and the lack of control, she sang for more. She was so focused on the kiss that she barely even noticed his presence infiltrating her systems.
When 9S finally broke the kiss, 2B was breathless. Her head spun as she could still feel the lingering feeling of him on her lips. All she could think about was more.
2B felt his presence inside her begin to grow. Golden lines of 9S’s control sprouted from her lips, winding deeper and taking control over more and more of her systems. She knew she should try to resist–to complete her mission yet she could not bring herself to do it. If 9S thought this was the best path, who was she to refuse him?
The pale blue of her eyes shimmered as it transitioned into a bright gold that matched 9S’s. The golden lines began to disappear down the collar of her blouse as they sought her black box. Once they reached her core, a shimmering golden halo appeared above her head signaling 9S’s complete control.
2B watched with rapt attention as 9S slowly undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants. She could see his erection straining through the thin black fabric of his compression shorts, subconsciously leaned forward toward it. He slipped her fingers underneath the spandex of his compression shorts, pulling it down just enough to free his erection.
Much to 9S’s delight, 2B did not need any more persuasion. She met it with an open-mouthed kiss, followed by several more up and down the length of his cock. Growing bolder by the second, she licked a long stripe up the underside of his dick before taking it into her mouth.
“Mhm…I like this 2B much better.”
2B’s eyes lidded as she pleasured him, doing her best to keep eye contact with him as her head bobbed up and down his length. She drew all sorts of hushed groans and gasps out of 9S, feeding off of it.
His clones were not idle as they held her in place. She was keenly aware of their presence, so similar to 9S’s; it was as if his chest was pressed against her back, his arms wrapped around her waist, and his fingers running through her hair all at the same time.
9S did not give her any forewarning as he grabbed ahold of her glowing golden halo, using it to pull her forward onto his dick. 2B’s eyes went wide and she nearly gagged but was able to take his cock all the way to the base.
She was firmly at his mercy as he took control, guiding her head up and down his cock. She did her best to continue to pleasure him but it was too overwhelming to do anything other than dutifully take it.
The clones adopted their creators' aggressive disposition. They tore at her clothes, ripping at her stockings and blouse. A swarm of hands wrapped around her neck, groped her breasts, and slid between her thighs. Electric shocks of pain and pleasure shot through her as they worked together with 9S to break her down.
Tears leaked from her eyes rolling down her cheeks as 9S had his way with her. She could barely even squirm, helpless to do anything other than take his dick. It was nearly overwhelming and she loved every second of it.
“You’re mine, 2B! Mine alone,” 9S snarled in a nearly feral tone. “I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you from me. No one else is allowed to come near you. No one else is allowed to see you. The only one allowed to see you is me. The only one allowed to touch you is me!”
2B could not find it within her to disagree with 9S. If the choice was between returning to the endless death and suffering of her old life or staying here with 9S, she knew what her answer was.
Her eyes went wide as 9S thrust his cock as far into her as possible. He let out a trembling groan, his head lolling back as he finally came. Every second that passed was painstakingly long as 9S rode out his orgasm inside of her.
When 9S and his clones finally let go of her, 2B pulled away coughing and gasping for air. Slowly, the mass of hands and arms restraining her let go. One by one, each crystalline clone disappeared back into the ground until they were left alone. A pregnant pause followed, the cathedral growing as quiet except for 2B’s soft breathless panting.
Both androids stared at each other, an electric current of desire pulsing between the two of them. His rough treatment had lit a fire within her. She would not be contented with what they had done so far. The same was true for him; 2B could see the hunger in his eyes directed squarely at her.
9S offered his hand to 2B, a gesture which she accepted. He gently pulled her up, leading her from the dias and up the shifting staircase to his throne. Once more 9S took his place high above the cathedral, bidding 2B to join him.
Her clothes had been torn to shreds and were easily discarded. 9S was captivated by her as she stripped, taking careful note of each new part of 2B that was revealed to him. 2B was well aware of the effect she was having on him, reveling in it.
As for 9S, 2B reverently disrobed him until he was in a similar state as she was. A shiver rolled through 2B, equal parts chill and anticipation as she beheld him. As handsome as he looked in his new outfit, she was quite partial to this too.
2B finally joined him, straddling his lap. The two of them met in a slow but impassioned kiss. It was far hungrier than the first with 9S’s tongue slipping inside her mouth. 2B moaned into his mouth, grinding down onto his cock while 9S returned the favor, bucking up against her pussy.
Out of breath, 2B reluctantly broke their kiss. Neither of them skipped a beat as they kept rutting against each other, desperate for more. Shocks of pleasure coursed through 2B each time her clit rubbed up against him, egging her onward.
2B threw her head back as a moan forced its way out of her. 9S greedily took advantage of the opening as his lips found her neck, kissing and biting. Her fingers wove through his hair, holding him as he thoroughly marked her as his.
Neither of them could delay the inevitable any longer. 2B raised herself up just enough to sink back down on his cock. She was so wet already that it was effortless, a strangled moan escaped from both of them in unison.
2B fervently took the lead. She dug her fingers into 9S’s shoulders as she began to ride him. It was far better than she had ever imagined. It had never been more clear that they were made for each other.
9S was more than happy to let her do the work, admiring her as she fucked herself on him.
“Now this is a view I could get used to.”
The sounds of their lovemaking echoed through the cathedral as they consummated their union. She had given herself to him from the very beginning. It was just as 9S had said. This was all merely a formality.
Her thighs burned from the exertion yet 2B did not relent one bit. Her pace only increased as she descended further into carnal desire. She was spellbound, her whole body aching for everything he could give her and more.
9S’s hand wrapped around to grab 2B’s ass, squeezing her as she rode him. His hips thrust up to meet her as he desperately sought more. Neither of them had any restraint left as they greedily indulged in their shared pleasure.
“Nines, Nines, Nines,” 2B practically chanted as he fucked her.
For so long she had denied them both the use of that name. Now she was free to do as she pleased, letting years of pent-up feelings spill out.
“I’m yours, Nines!”
Both of their movements grew increasingly erratic as they raced toward climax. 9S leaned forward and buried his face in her chest, fucking her at a bruising pace. 2B wrapped her arms around his head, hanging onto him for dear life as she teetered on the edge of her orgasm.
2B let everything out as she came, her wanton moans morphing into a scream as her orgasm hit her. 9S groaned into her chest as he joined her, his pace waning to slow quivering thrusts.
After several seconds of euphoria, the two of them finally crashed back down to earth. 2B slumped against 9S, a pleasant afterglow buzzing through her. She didn’t have the energy to move an inch. Not that she minded, she was more than content to have him still inside of her.
Slowly, 9S’s temporary alterations to their data storage wore off and the totality of their memories returned to them. The series of events that led to this very moment stood front and center in her mind.
“I wonder how Adam would feel if he knew you took control of the Copied City?”
“And that the first thing we decided to do here was have roleplay sex?”
2B blushed a bit at 9S’s teasing now that arousal wasn’t dimming her inhibitions.
“I guess that too.”
“No clue,” he said with a shrug. “I could see him being outraged or way too intrigued. Either way, it's a good thing he's stuck on the ark, hurtling through deep space.”
“Yeah…”
A comfortable silence followed as the two of them recovered from their lovemaking. She took comfort in the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest and the soft humming of his black box, lightly drawing shapes on 9S’s bare chest. Her mind had a habit of wandering afterward.
“It’s weird to think that we're really ancient.”
“I guess we’re more important than we realized.”
“I’ve always known you were important, 2B.”
2B dramatically rolled her eyes at his insistence on always complimenting her. Not that she didn’t enjoy it.
Quietude returned as 9S absentmindedly rubbed circles into her back. He was clearly thinking about something. The way he stared off into the distance and his brow furrowed were dead giveaways. She knew better than to inquire. If it was something he wanted her to know, he’d tell her.
Several minutes before 9S finally revealed what had his mind so occupied. His voice was not much louder than a whisper when he admitted, “I’m sorry.”
“It's not your fault,” 2B instantly replied, knowing exactly what he was referencing.
“Everything that happened… was because of me. The lies, the war, the bunker, the executions. All me.”
Guilt marred his features as he spoke. He struggled to even look at her.
“It's. Not. Your. Fault.”
2B enunciated every single word she spoke to drive home her point. She absolutely would not let 9S blame himself.
“But I–mpph!”
2B did not let him finish that thought before kissing him. If he wouldn’t drop it, she’d make him forget about it instead.
“Seriously, 2B. I–”
2B silenced him with another kiss. This time 9S reciprocated, unable to resist.
“I’m going to have to keep kissing you if you don’t drop it.”
“I don’t think that's a very good incentive structure.”
2B lightly placed a finger against his lips, silencing him.
“We’re here now. That’s all that should matter, Nines. Not some past life neither of us can even remember.”
A long pause followed as 9S contemplated what she said. They were both interrupted as 2B felt him growing alive inside her again. It seemed that repeatedly kissing him had affected him more than she realized.
“Should I take that as a yes?”
9S threw his head back as he laughed, the sound filling the cathedral. Her chest fluttered in joy. She loved the way his whole face lit up and the toothy grin he gave her when he really, truly laughed.
“Only one way to find out.”