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This was a mistake.
Tenna shouldn’t have come here. Not to Cyber City, a place of techno gizmos and gadgets 20 years ahead of his time. He stuck out like an old and decrepit sore thumb among the darkners here and it made him self aware and insecure.
He almost considered wearing a disguise to hide from the pesky paparazzi but he quickly learned that nobody in the city really cared about ol’ Mr. Ant Tenna anymore. Nobody even wanted an autograph. It made him feel small and unimportant in a way he never felt in his own studio. At least, there, he had some semblance of control.
Here, he didn’t even have an audience.
That was fine, he thought. Maybe even preferable. Without paparazzi, there wouldn’t be a scandal about what exactly the gameshow host was doing prowling the streets of Cyber City like a starving dog. The rumors would have been brutal, surely, and he’d never be able to live it down.
Yes, it was better this way. Nobody would even know this whole thing even happened and he can begin forgetting as soon as he finished.
Just a little release. That’s all he needed. Something to take the edge off. Just this once, and he’d never do it again!
He had heard about the special services offered in the streets of Cyber City through gossiping Pippins on their lunch break. He promptly scolded them for talking about such inappropriate topics in their family friendly studio but the idea had stuck in his mind like glue since then. He hadn’t been touched by anyone but his hand or his pillow since God knows how long. Frankly, the CRT was pent up.
Cyber City was rarely available like it used to be—Kris only brought that laptop home for school projects these days. But when it was, Tenna knew he had to take the opportunity. Another lonely night just wouldn’t do, not for a Big Shot celebrity like him!
He passed by flashy advertisements and Addisons trying to sell rings or clothes or other items he wasn’t even remotely interested in. Truthfully, he didn’t want to interact with an Addison at all. Not that he had anything against them, they just reminded him of a certain someone he refused to think about.
The lights of Cyber City gave Tenna a splitting headache. Maybe he really was too old fashioned for the internet. He didn’t understand a word of their lingo or how to even get around. TV World was simple, classic—this was overstimulation central. Is this really what kids were into? What ever happened to educational programming?! Surely this much information all at once wasn’t healthy for developing minds.
He was almost ready to give up and go back home in defeat when something different caught his attention.
It wasn’t a flashy sign or a big moving advertisement. It was a poster, seemingly hand painted, pointing into a dark alley. It read:
“ D1RTY D3ALS 4 D1RT CHE4P (No Clickbait)!!!”
Now, Tenna wasn’t exactly sure what a “click bait” was, but he assumed it was some sort of code word. Of course this sort of thing would be in the alleys and not advertised loudly on the streets! Tenna anxiously looked around to make sure he wasn’t being watched before sneaking his way down the dark, damp alley way.
“H—Hello…?” He called out, his voice echoing. “I’m here for the, uh…Dirty Deals…and the click bait…?”
Suddenly, Tenna heard the sound of rustling and metal clanking against each other and he jumped out of his pseudo-skin and looked around for the source. To his surprise, there was still no one around. He felt clammy and the regret began to sink in as he turned to make a run for it. There was a bang, and then…
“WAIT! [Wholesale] Y0UR [[Horsies]]!”
Tenna froze, hands stuck at their sides as a voice as scratchy as static called from behind him.
“YOU’ RE [[Rly]] AB0UT 2 [Leave Page] WITHOUT [Browsing Around] THE [[Goods and Services]]???”
Tenna sputtered, refusing to turn around and face whoever he just almost solicited sex from. This was a mistake, a stupid idea.
“I—I’m sorry, I don’t know what I thought I was doing, I—I’ll leave—“
“[[Trash Heap]]?“
What? Now Tenna was just offended, abandoning his plans to never show his face to the stranger as he turned on his heel to point an accusatory finger.
“Now just WHO are you calling—“
Oh.
Tenna wasn’t expecting the source of the voice to be so…
Short.
The puppet like figure was standing still, eyes wide behind colorful glasses. He was smiling unnaturally wide, like plastic plastered to his jaw. In fact, his whole body looked artificial in a way that seemed painful. Like his real body was trapped behind layers of puppetry.
Disturbing was an understatement and Tenna had to bite down on his own teeth to stifle a shocked, over the top reaction. But he came here for sex and it would be simply hypocritical to act like this poor creature was more of a freak. He cleared his throat and straightened his tie as the little man continued to stare.
“Hahaha, um…starstruck? Do you…do you watch my show?” Tenna laughed, anxiously. He liked being seen, of course, but the puppet was staring right through him with those beady eyes.
“WATCH Y0UR SHOW?! EHAHEHAHEAHA—DON’T [[Tell An Adult]]—YOU DON’T RECOGNIZE [Lil’ Ol’ Me]?”
Tenna shifted uncomfortably. Now that he mentioned it, there was something awfully familiar about the demeanor of this stranger but surely it was just a morbid coincidence. There was no way that this thing had anything to do with his old business partner.
“I—“
The darkner cut him off. “0H, THIS IS [[Get Rich Quick]]!” He laughed, harsh like a cough. Tenna could tell something was horribly wrong with him just from his maniacal expression. “WHAT A [[Pain Relief]]! FOR A [2nd] I THOUGHT TH4T [CreditKarma] W0ULD N3V3R [[Catch ‘n Throw]] UP TO YOU!!”
It couldn’t be. There was no way. This was a joke. Tenna felt like he was frozen. He couldn’t move or speak as the identity of the crazed man who came from seemingly nowhere was.
The little man’s teeth grit together as he took a daunting step forward. “GOT [Nothing and Nobody] TO SAY FOR [[You, You, Yourself]]? DON’T WORRY, I GOT [[Fish O’ Plenty]]!
Like it was practiced, the darkner jumped and grabbed Tenna by the tie, yanking him down to his level. He gripped it like he owned it, like he knew he owned it. Only one person ever grabbed him like that. Only one person ever made him feel that sinking feeling in his chest that he was feeling in this moment.
“[[Alone On A Friday Night]]? I KNEW YOU WERE [[Lost and Afraid]] W1TH0UT ME. I JUST [[Nevr]] THOUGHT THAT > yOU WOULD ST00P SO [[Low Low Prices]]! AND NOW, [L00K] AT YOU! [[Scavenger Hunt]] THE STREETS LIKE A [[Nasty Dog]]! ENDING UP AT MY G0DDAMN [[DoorDash]]! HOW fi>TTING FOR A [[Trash Heap]] LIKE YOU.”
The man gripped tighter as he pulled him closer, rage spitting beneath his teeth. His fists shook as he breathed, heavily.
“…It—It’s really you, Spamton.“ Tenna said, quietly and in disbelief. “How—What are you doing out here?”
“…THAT CAN’T BE ALL YOU [Half Price]] TO [Say].”
“Of course it’s not! I have—I have so much to say to you right now! For one, you look horrible! And, secondly, I’ve been so, so ANGRY at you for all these years because you abandoned me, and NOW just to find out you’re living in the streets as some sort of—“
“WATCH IT, [[Toots]]. I’M N0T ACTUALLY [[Doing That]]. IT’S JUST A [Scam]. [[Clickbait]].”
“But the sign said—“
“I KNOW WHAT THE SIGN SAID. I [[Arts and Crafts]] IT MYSELF, THAT’S >tHE P0INT.”
“That’s not MY point! I don’t even know where to begin with you! Why did you leave?! What did somebody else have that I couldn’t have given you?! We were partners! We were—“
Spamton pushed Tenna away by his chest, letting go of the tie. Tenna fell backwards on his ass onto the concrete and yelped, shrinking down a few inches in surprise.
“DON’T [[ACT]] LIKE Y> OU WEREN’T JUST [[User Agreement]] ME IN THE [[1st Place]]! Y0U JUST WANTED MY [[Skills]] AND MY [[Thrills]]! Y0U DIDN’T [Go After] ME. YOU CH4NGED YOUR [[Credit Card Numbers]]. YOU LEFT m,E IN THE [[DustBowl]]!!!”
He marched in between Tenna’s legs as he talked, pointing his finger into the other’s chest as he ranted and raved about all the things that had been on his mind since the night he left. His claw began to dig through the fabric of Tenna’s jacket, his whole frame shaking with the weight of his words.
“I NEVER [[Wanted: Dead or Alive]] TO L3AVE! I ACTUALLY, F0R ONCE IN MY [[God Forsaken]] LIFE THOUGHT I H4D SOMETHING [Good Enough] TO KEEP! AND YOU—Y0U WERE JUST [[Playing Me]] LIKE A—“
Tenna was mashing his lips harshly against Spamton’s before he could finish his sentence. Trails of tears smeared between each other as Spamton moved to wrap his arms around Tenna’s neck and reciprocate. Tenna gasped, sobbed between kisses but that didn’t stop him.
All this time, Tenna thought, and he thought I never wanted him.
Who was the real fool between them? Maybe they were both fools who played each other into falling in love and breaking their hearts.
Tenna’s hands were wrapped around Spamton’s waist, pulling him into his lap right there in the middle of the alley. His tongue dipped into Spamton’s mouth as he squeezed what he could hold onto as if it would disappear again when he let go.
“Spamton—“ Tenna whimpered between deep kisses separated by strings of spit. “I missed you.”
“JUST [Shut The Front] UP.” Spamton growled, diving in for another hungry lip lock. His hands began to wander up Tenna’s head, feeling for his antennas and tugging on them just like how he remembered he used to like.
Tenna whined under the kiss and pulled Spamton further towards his growing bulge as he slowly began to grind himself against him.
And, to Tenna’s surprise, Spamton whined back.
When they would hook up before, Spamton always stayed as quiet as he could. He had a certain ego to him that he rarely would let get shattered by whining or moaning “like a girl”. But now, Tenna was grinding against his whining ex-lover and it felt so deliciously wrong and right for all the same reasons. He separated them to focus on grinding, a smile curling onto his swollen lips.
“Hhahaha… feels good, Spam? I’ve never—hhnghh—heard you whine like that before…” Tenna pressed Spamton up directly against his aching bulge, rubbing against and pressing into where he knew his pussy was under his pants. “Oh, fuck—“
Spamton whined again, one hand still tugging ruthlessly on his antenna’s while the other scratched his back in desperation. He moved his hips all quick and needy, burying his face in the crook of Tenna’s neck.
“S—Say you need it. Please, Spammy, tell me you need it—“ Tenna gripped at Spamton’s thighs to force him to slow down as he throbbed under his tight pants as he groaned under his breath.
Spamton hissed and gripped tighter with his nails. “[[Screw You]]!”
“Not until you say it.”
“FUCK—I [N33d]—gGghhhhH—…”
“Say it.” Tenna held Spamton completely still, his nails leaving marks on his thighs.
“[[I Need You!]]”
That was all Tenna needed to hear before he was ripping Spamton’s pants off his legs and freeing himself from his own pants in a few swift and desperate motions. He rubbed himself against Spamton’s dick with a needy rhythm, lying down against the grody alley ground. He didn’t care how gross it was, he needed this just as badly as Spamton needed him.
That’s right. Spamton needed him. Spamton always needed him. No matter how many times they tore each other apart, they’d always find each other to put the pieces back together. Even when those pieces no longer fit, even when the puzzle is broken beyond repair.
They were ruined. With or without each other, they were ruined. And so the least they could do was sit in those ruins together and fuck about it.
Spamton didn’t wait. He sunk himself down onto Tenna’s throbbing cock and threw his head back as gravity lowered him deeper than what should have been possible. Tenna pulled him the rest of the way down and watched as Spamton’s stomach bulged with his dick. Spamton was never able to take him like this before and the sight excited him to no end. It was like he had transformed into something made to be used—just by him, only by him.
Who else would he need?
Tenna dragged Spamton up and down by the hips repeatedly, whispering harsh nothings into his ears as he picked up the pace with every thrust. He felt even better than he remembered. He’d never let go of this, not again.
“You’re mine, you’re mine, you’remineyou’remineyou’remine—!!” Tenna moaned through clenched teeth, grip on Spamton now painful and bruising. Rage, passion, grief—Tenna fucked with all of these things that had built up in his soul since Spamton left. Things that had nowhere to go all this time.
Spamton was a blabbering mess of static, glitches, and pop-up ads as he clung to Tenna’s shirt for dear life. He hadn’t been touched, sexually or literally, in literal ages. He stayed hidden in the dark, far away from most of society and alone in a dumpster most of the time. He’d hump a dirty pillow with a wrinkled poster from the past taped to it and call it a night. Now he was having sex he only fantasized about on those lonely nights, filled by the CRT he claimed to loathe and despise for ruining his life.
Tenna moved his hand to press his fingers against Spamton’s aching dick in a similar pace to his movements as he felt his climax approaching.
“Y—You’re…nnghh, You’re gonna take me, you’re gonna take all of me and you’re never gonna leave again, fuck, you’regonna—I’m gonna-!!!”
Tenna cried as he bottomed out completely in the other as he finished inside him, his cock exploding like a broken hose. The sensation of being filled with cum and having his dick rubbed harshly was enough to bring him to his own release as he arched his back and clenched his toes. Tenna slowly continued to grind and thrust as he finished, his own cum pouring down his dick.
They panted in a mismatched rhythm as they both slowed to a stop, overstimulated and fucked out in the cold alleyway. They both went limp, Spamton collapsing onto Tenna’s chest with his dick still buried deep inside of him.
“…Spamton…” Tenna breathed, voice low and rumbly. “That was…”
“100 [[Kromer]]. COUGH IT UP, [[Trash Heap]].”
“… WHAT?! YOU SAID—“
“IT WAS APART OF THE [[ClickBait]]!!”
“CLICKBAIT?!?!”
~
“…So, we all heard Spamton getting railed in the alleyway by his old business partner, right?” The Orange Addison asked, packing up his shop for the day.
“Yup.”
“Yes.”
“Yeah.”
Orange blinked at the other Addisons before laughing and shrugging it off.
“Yeah. Not our problem.”