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Never in a million years did Mettaton from just a few months ago think that things could get this good, this fast. Sometimes he can't help but think that he's dreaming, that he's still a tiny pink ghost crying quietly in a corner of his room while yearning for a future he craves almost desperately.
But here he is now. A robot, well, a ghost possessing a robot. He can still get out of it and float around like he used to, but just the thought of going back to that makes his Soul ache. That body felt like a prison, this one feels like freedom.
He's taller, bigger and he looks… He looks like a man. Like what he has always wanted to be. He finds himself staring at his own reflection in awe quite often, his only eye following the curves of his new body with a brightness in it that was never there before.
This should be enough, he thinks, to sate the craving for more he always felt deep in his Soul. But there's more, so much more. He is the star that he has always wanted to be. Going from having a one and only fan to so many people looking up to him… It's like a dream come true.
And also… Well, he's a little embarrassed about this one. He's in love, he's head over heels with his co-star and somehow he likes him back.
Mettaton wasn't sure about the whole shared show thing that Tenna had proposed to him at first. How could he be? Tenna is… A professional, he knows how to quickly and easily entertain the masses with just a head tilt and a blinding smile. He is what would come up if you searched ‘TV show host’ on the internet, the embodiment of the term.
And Mettaton is just some guy. A ghost with barely any talent that somehow managed to acquire this beautiful new body to possess. Never good enough. Or at least, that's what he thought.
Tenna had been so patient, all sweet smiles and encouraging words, until he managed to get him to go on stage. Just once, to try, and if he didn't like it he could just leave. Crushed dreams following him as he departs and closes the door behind him.
But it was a success, way more than even Tenna himself expected. His performance had pulled numbers bigger that he has never seen before.
It was a lot, even now. Going from a nobody to his shiny new face being plastered everywhere, to not being able to go out without people following him or screaming his name once they noticed his presence.
But he doesn't let that affect him negatively, it is what he has always wanted after all. And, well, his success meant he could let himself stay and that gave him a handsome and attentive boyfriend so he can't really complain. He doesn't think Tenna would have kicked him out if he failed though, or at least he hopes that he wouldn't have. That would mean that all the times he hyped him up were just an act. Mettaton doesn't even want to think about that.
Speaking of said boyfriend, he should be done with his show by now. No time to be embarrassed about his plan then. To finally get intimate with him, he has been waiting long enough. Tenna, for years he guesses and him… Well, his entire life.
But he still is embarrassed, kind of. He caresses the fabric of one of Tenna's spare suit jackets with two of his fingers before grabbing it and putting it on quickly. It's huge on him, just like he expected it to be, reaching mid thigh and covering most of his naked body.
Before he regrets doing this he throws his body onto Tenna's huge bed, falling easily in a very suggestive position. Mettaton sighs, at least he doesn't have to worry about looking good, he knows he always does. One of the advantages of having a body like this.
He wants to sleep with him, he's definitely ready to finally do it with him. But he's old and experienced, which is super hot, he likes a man that knows what he's doing, but, but. That's the problem, Mettaton has no idea what he's doing. What if Tenna does like that he's inexperienced? He's beginning to regret all those years he spent as a shut-in, barely interacting with anyone that was not one of his cousins.
Tap, tap, tap. Mettaton could recognize that anywhere, the sound of the soles of Tenna's shoes hitting the ground with each step. They resonate through the entire studio sometimes, especially when he's mad. This time tho, they are almost light, as light as a big robot like him can be. Today's show must've gone well.
“Doll! The ratings today wer- Oh!” Tenna's screen turns a faint pink, his nose twitches just like it always does when he's trying to keep a flower from blooming out of it. That's a good reaction but… What the hell is he even supposed to do now? Right, act. He can do that, fake it until you make it or whatever.
Mettaton slowly uncrosses his legs, revealing more and more of his thighs, rid of the tight black latex pants he always wears. He stops when the jacket rides up too high and shifts his hips, keeping his crotch covered “Oh, hello darling..”
Tenna's head shifts at this. Cute, even without eyes he can't hide exactly where he was staring. Maybe he didn't have anything to worry about.
“How about you get closer, uhm? You are so-” Mettaton interrupts himself to push his arms together, accentuating his cleavage. It's barely visible but Tenna reacts all the same. His mouth falls open, the smallest hint of his fangs peaking from his upper lip “-far from me, darling. I can barely hear you”
He knows he is lying, Mettaton has better hearing than him. Probably because he's a newer model. And yet, he leaps towards the bed like a desperate bunny in heat, landing on the mattress with a loud noise, right in front where Mettaton is laying waiting for him. The bed frame protests against their combined weight, Mettaton makes a mental note to check for any damage once they are done. If he can move then, that is.
Mettaton can feel how warm Tenna has gotten with just a few words now that he's so close to him. He gets closer anyway, making the jacket slip off of one of his shoulders, exposing his bare breasts to his one and only viewer. The most important one of them all. Oh, well. Since they are already so close to his mouth, he might as well let him get closer. He wants to tease him a little more, though.
“Mettat-”
“So!” Mettaton pushes Tenna until he's flat on his back and climbs on top of him, sitting on his stomach. He can see everything now, even how wet he is already. Maybe Tenna is not the only desperate one “What were you saying about your ratings?”
Tenna laughs nervously, his hands wrapping around Mettaton's bare waist as he does so. They are so big he's sure he could be able to lift him with just one hand.
A flame of arousal lights in his tummy and he clenches around nothing. Tenna's shirt is definitely ruined, he can feel himself leaking all over it already. Oh well, it would be a shame if he had to clean it for him later. Yes, he definitely won't push the ruined fabric against his nose and sniff their smells intertwined together. He would never do that.
“I think that can wait for later, doll” Tenna says, his voice sounding surprisingly composed. But Mettaton knows the truth, he can feel his hands shaking against him.
A smirk forms on Mettaton's face. He dips down, so close his breathing intertwines with Tenna's, but not close enough for their lips to touch “And why is that, darling?” He purrs, the vibration of his voice sending tingles across Tenna's wires.
Tenna doesn't respond. Instead, he surges forward, capturing his lips in a heated kiss.
His brave and seductive act slips immediately, and he melts against him, moaning into his mouth as his tongue explores his. They have kissed before, but never like this. Always a peck before a show or a very short making out before he gets self conscious and pulls away.
Now though, it feels as if Tenna is melting his brain with every swipe of his tongue. All accompanied by moans and whines being ripped out right of his voice box. They should have done this sooner, he thinks. He might be addicted to it now, he's not sure he'll be able to go back to chaste kisses after this.
One of his fangs dig into his lip, pressing into the silicone until it breaks. He pulls away then, a hand coming up to his mouth to cover the damage. And looks down.
Tenna looks… Like he is out of his mind. His mouth is open wide, his fangs out for everyone to see and with drool spilling from the sides. He’s breathing heavily, the movement of his chest shifts Mettaton's hips just slightly, enough to make his crotch rub against the fabric of his shirt. He has to bite down on his already damaged lip to stop the noises from slipping from his mouth. Whatever, he can just fix it later.
“So beautiful…” Tenna whispers. It's the most sincere tone he has ever heard from him, it's almost as if he didn't mean to say it out loud.
He tries to speak, but no words come out of him.
A blush spreads across his face and his Soul constricts in its tank. He has never felt more loved than in this moment. Almost naked sitting on top of the man of his dreams, finally in a body that feels like his own.
His sappy spiral is cut off by Tenna's thumb rubbing the glass of his tank, shifting down, down, down, until it’s shy of his clit. It hoovers over it, unsure.
“Can I…?”
Oh, he didn't expect him to ask. Did he notice that he actually didn't have any idea what he was doing? Shit, he probably did. But… He seems okay with it. Ugh, why didn't all his insecurities disappear when he got his new body? This sucks.
Mettaton nods his head slowly.
The first contact makes him jolt, as if he sent a shock of electricity from his thumb right onto all his already overheated wires. Then he presses with more force and. And. He will always be embarrassed about the sound that just came out of him. But he can't help it, it's so good already, and they haven't even properly started yet.
“Please” Tenna says in a desperate tone.
He laughs between moans, his hips now moving on their own against his finger, searching for more friction “Ah!” After a particularly harsh push of his hips Tenna's finger dips lower, shifting the hood and making direct contact with his swollen clit “I'm the-” Another thrust “-one getting touched but you are begging, darling? Come on, speak up. Tell me what you want”
Tell me what we are supposed to do next, he means. He mentally pats himself on the back, that was a good save.
“Can I finger you? Please, doll, let me finger you”
That might be the hottest thing Mettaton has ever heard in his entire life. He doesn't even think twice, just nods dumbly, his act slipping once more.
One of his fingers traces the damp skin around the edge of his hole, gathering some of his slick before lining itself up against it. He shivers. Okay, this is finally happening. It's fine.
It's not fine. Tenna's finger is huge, and it feels even bigger as his walls cling onto it tightly. Curse him for going for the biggest man he could find. His stupid gigantic boyfriend.And his stupid gigantic jacket that is still covering him. It's definitely going to be ruined too, by the end of this. He’s just glad that at least he can't sweat, it would be drenched by now if he could, but maybe Tenna would like that, he seems like he would.
Tenna doesn't even give him a second to adjust, immediately withdrawing it out of him before thrusting back in with force. It glides smoothly in and out of him, helped by the insane amount of slick dripping from his hole. He's so wet he feels as if his brain is melting and dripping out of his pussy.
It's too much, his wires are burning inside of him, too full of electricity, and his Soul is shaking in a way it has never done before.
He's not sure how much time has passed before he feels the tip of a second finger rubbing his already stretched hole, trying to fit it in. He is going to die, he thinks, stretched beyond his limit and with his boyfriend deep inside of him. Maybe that's not a bad way to go, but it would be a shame, really.
The first push in is very intense and he might be screaming. So loud everyone in the studio definitely knows what they are up to by now, if they didn't know already.
“T-Tenna, darling” He squirms in place, his walls clenching and unclenching tightly around them. Whining and shaking with each drag, each movement, each thrust “You are going to-” His toes curl, all thoughts in his brain leaving for a second “-break me in half!”
A whine, louder than his, definitely coming from underneath him. Mettaton's circuits are definitely going to be burnt after this, really. He would tease him about it, maybe make fun of him a little to test if he's also into getting degraded.
But he suddenly loses his vision, and a bunch of error messages fill his screen. He throws his head back, letting out a sound akin to a howl.
“Mettaton? Hey? Mettaton!” Weird, he doesn't remember passing out. He blinks, his vision coming back to a very worried Tenna. There's still fingers deep inside of him, so whatever happened can't be that bad “Your… Well…” He taps on the glass of his tank with his free hand.
“Uhm?” Mettaton looks down and- Oh! The tips of his fingers are inside of it, having torn one of his artificial walls with his claws. Hold on. Claws? “Tenna, you-”
“I'm sorry! I should have been more careful! I didn't mean it. Please, I'm so sorry, it happens when I cum I can't really control it”
Oh, well. He's not really worried about it, especially because it didn't hurt. And his lip was due for a repair already so- Wait. Cum?
Mettaton's clenches around his still fingers even tighter, trying to keep them inside. God, if this was his cock he would be milking him dry. He makes a mental note to bring up the possibility of them getting some toys later. They both moan at the sensation “You came just from touching me? I'm so flattered” He means to sound teasing but his voice comes out breathy and desperate. He can't help it, everything is too much. This was not what he was expecting at all.
Tenna blushes, his screen dimming to hide how flustered he really is. He's a little disappointed that he missed his face while he came, and that he didn't do it himself. Really… What kind of partner is he that didn't make him cum with his own hands during their first time together? He just hopes Tenna doesn't mind. It doesn't look like he does. The blissed out smile adorning his face doesn't indicate that he does.
He'll just have to go down on him later, when there's not a risk of him spilling all of the liquid of his tank all over both of them. Speaking of, he needs to find a way to do that.
Mettaton sighs and puts his hands on Tenna’s chest, trying to gain some balance. Surely that if he gets them out slowly not much liquid will come out. He wiggles his hips, his breath catching at the sensation. He's still so close, even after passing out for who knows how long. Tenna is just too hot, he's not sure how he didn't immediately cum right there on his pants the first time he saw him.
He lifts his hips slowly and immediately gets light headed. One of his claws slips out of his tank, a pinkish liquid mixed with his slick starts gushing out of him.
They panic, Tenna tries to stop it by putting it back in, while Mettaton tries to pull away completely. It's a mess, everything is wet and his Soul is floating dangerously low in his tank. The jacket is weighing him down now that it's soaked, getting too heavy for him to stay upright.
Before he can warn him everything stops. A rough shake, a weird angle and suddenly a claw is wedged deep inside his Soul.
It's the most painful thing he has ever experienced. It's the most overwhelmingly good thing he's ever experienced.
His system overloads and he tries to fight it as he shuts down. He thinks he might be cumming, his insides are on fire and he feels like he's drowning at the same time. Black, everything is black, everything is so sticky and wet.
—
Mettaton blinks, his eyes trying to focus as he does, to no vail, the room is too dark. Light, he feels way too light. His new robot body is quite heavy, he's gotten used to it now so feeling this light now must mean…
Beep.
A faint blue light turns on. He recognises it instantly, it's the one that tells him that he's done charging. But… it's all the way across the room. Mettaton groans, of course he fucked up his new body so soon. He should've done a little more research before trying to seduce Tenna like that.
Oh, Tenna, he probably hated that. Having to clean his mess off the bed and himself while he just laid there. He didn't even touch him, just kissed him a little bit and passed out on his fingers.
Big, strong arms circling around him bring him back to the present. He tries to pull away, to hide, so he doesn't see this body he hates way too much.
But Tenna just turns on his screen, with the faintest light he can, and smiles like a fool once he sees he's awake.
“Good morning, doll. Did you have fun?” He whispers.
Did he have fun? Well, he did. He really did, he can’t deny that even with the mess that he made that it was the best night of his life. A nod.
“That's good…”
“S-Sorry for-” Shit, he's too used to relying on his voice box to talk. He clears his throat, embarrassed “-the mess”
“That's okay! I'm more worried about you, sunshine. I broke, uhm… A lot. Trying to get my hand out when you passed out. But don't worry! I will fix everything” He pulls him tighter against his chest “Hey, about the Soul…”
“I’m so sorry for making you touch it”
“Can I touch it again?”
Oh, that was not what he was expecting. But if he really wants to… He wouldn't really be opposed to it. It felt good, maybe too good. But if they are more careful next time, he wouldn't mind opening his tank for him, among other things.
“Tenna, you pervert!” He says with a smile, but doesn't say no.
He just hums at this, the loving smile on his face fading as he shuts down. Ah, he's probably exhausted from all the clean up… He only woke up to make sure he was okay, he thinks.
That's cute, and nice, very nice. He could get used to this. Being outside his body sometimes, if Tenna is always this kind and doesn't mention it. Also to him being a pervert, and clawing at his soul.
Yeah, he can't wait until he can put his soul in his hands again.