Is it just casual?

After a long day, Battat liked going to Ramb's bar to unwind, and tonight, it seemed like most of TV Time's had the same idea. Battat could spot a few Cyber City and Card Castle residents here and there, but he was able to recognize most of the faces he saw. He didn't usually prefer to sit at the bar, but at least it had the benefit of easy access to the bartender.

A massive shadow fell over Battat, and he looked up to see Tenna sitting down on the stool next to him. Battat's legs dangled a couple feet or so off the ground, but Tenna's were so long, he had to fold them off to the side of the stool. It was a little ridiculous, and Battat snorted in amusement. Tenna glanced at him curiously.

"Long day?" Battat asked.

Tenna grunted. "It was terrible."

Battat hummed in agreement. It seemed everything that could have gone wrong had.

"Well, hopefully tomorrow will be better for all of us," he mused.

"The usual, Tenna?" Ramb asked.

"Yeah, thanks," Tenna sighed.

Ramb nodded and pulled out a glass. Tenna turned his attention back to Battat.

"You work at the studio?" he asked, fishing in his coat pocket.

"Yeah, I uh, work with the costumes," Battat said.

"Really?" Tenna asked, producing a pack of cigarettes. "I don't think I've seen you around for fittings."

Battat laughed nervously. He was usually too busy being Mike to do those; ones of the Shadowguys typically did it for him.

"I don't really handle those," he muttered.

Tenna's drink slid across the counter, and he caught it without looking.

"That's a shame," he said, popping open his lighter and flicking it a couple times.

Ramb cleared his throat. "Mr. Tenna."

Tenna looked over at him in irritation, and Ramb tapped the "no smoking" sign pointedly while raising a brow. Tenna tsked and put his light away.

"Not sure why you thought he'd let you get away with that," Battat snickered.

"He usually doesn't notice," Tenna sighed. "But then, I usually sit in the corner. It's pretty busy tonight."

Battat looked around. He didn't spot any open seats anymore. "Seems like everyone was on the same page."

He took another sip from his drink and frowned when it was mostly ice.

"Ramb, could I—" he squeaked in surprise as a fresh drink slid over to him.

He fumbled to catch it, only succeeding in knocking it over. The drink spilled across the counter, and Tenna yelped as half of it dumped in his lap. Battat's face burned in mortification.

"Shit, I'm so sorry!" he said, righting the nearly empty glass.

"Sorry, luv," Ramb said. "I just noticed you were nearly done with that."

"It's fine," Battat and Tenna said at the same time.

They looked at each other, and Tenna chuckled. Battat sighed in relief. It would be difficult to continue the Mike charade if he were fired. Ramb pulled out a cloth and began mopping up the mess on the counter.

"Let me just—" Battat grabbed a few napkins and patted Tenna's lap without thinking.

Tenna hissed and jolted in surprise, and Battat dropped the napkins, his actions finally catching up with his brain. God, he was so stupid.

"Sorry again," he mumbled.

He was definitely going to get fired now. The two of them stared at each other in silence as Ramb finished cleaning the counter and moved to speak to someone on the other end of the bar. Tenna's antennae flicked, and Battat swallowed nervously.

"I-it's fine; I'm just..." Tenna lowered his voice before continuing, "...sensitive."

Battat gaped before regaining his composure. He glanced around to make sure no one was watching before putting his hands back in place and pressing the napkins more firmly into Tenna's lap. Tenna gasped and covered his mouth. Battat couldn't believe this was happening, but now that it was, he figured he might as well see how far it went.

"How long has it been since you got laid?" he snickered.

Tenna frowned, thinking. "Umm... god, I can't remember."

"Wow, that's sad actually," Battat said, pulling away and dumping the ruined napkins on the counter.

Tenna hummed and downed the rest of his drink.

"Would you... wanna change that?" Battat asked casually.

Tenna's mouth twisted. "Are you offering?"

Battat shrugged. He wasn't not offering. He'd never given much thought to Tenna's appearance before, but he supposed from a certain point of view, he could be considered attractive.

"No thanks, I don't want your pity," Tenna scoffed.

"It's not pity," Battat said.

It really wasn't. Tenna's mood improving would only make his job easier, and if he could get off in the process, then that would be even better. Plus, he couldn't deny that he interested in seeing more of Tenna's reactions.

Tenna stared at him, and Battat got the feeling that he was searching for something.

After a couple moments, he sighed. "What the hell. Sure."

Battat's world felt like it had tipped off its axis. He fumbled through his work, making amateur mistakes and needing Jongler and Pluey to cover for him far more than usual. It wasn't his fault that Tenna was just so damn distracting.

Battat had seen Tenna's inner mechanisms many times while doing maintenance on him and felt nothing, but in that context, it suddenly felt intensely erotic. He had never been attracted to Tenna before, but now, with the memory of the way Tenna sighed so sweetly when they kissed, the way Tenna's screen flushed and staticked with pleasure, the way his back arched so beautifully when Battat pulled his wires, and the way he pinned Battat down and sucked him off like he was greedy for it, Battat felt like he had been incredibly stupid to not see the appeal before. He desperately wanted to get a better look at what was under Tenna's clothes.

On Tenna's part, he seemed to be in an unusually good mood, allowing Battat's numerous missed cues to slide without comment.

Battat was more than ready for the day to be over when the final break rolled around. He wanted nothing more than to collapse into bed and pass out. A knock at the door made him jump.

"Yeah, Boss?" he called.

The door opened, and just as expected, Tenna stepped in.

"Mike, can I ask you something?" he said, wringing his hands nervously.

"Is this to do with yer good mood today?" Battat asked, trying his best to keep his voice steady.

"I slept with an employee," Tenna said, screen turning pink.

Battat choked on air. He hadn't expected to Tenna to just come out and say it like that.

"Oh?" he wheezed.

"It was his idea, but you don't think he felt forced, do you?" Tenna asked nervously.

"I-I can't say I'd know," Battat lied.

He definitely hadn't. Maybe someone else would, but he was perfectly comfortable in both his regular position and his position as Mike. He didn't really need anything from Tenna, and there was no way Tenna would be able to fire him as Mike.

"I didn't think he did, but now I'm not so sure?" Tenna rambled. "Mike, what should I do? If this gets out—!"

"Whoa there, big guy," Battat cut in. "What's the big deal? No one saw you, right?"

"I don't think so..." Tenna mumbled.

"Then just don't tell anyone, and yer probably fine," Battat said.

He knew for a fact that he wasn't going to tell. Well maybe aside from Pluey and Jongler, but from the look on Pluey's face earlier, Battat felt that he somehow already knew.

"No!" Tenna shouted.

Battat blinked, dumbfounded. "N-no?"

"That won't work!" Tenna said.

Battat was at a loss here. "Why not?"

"I... I want..." Tenna's flush returned as he fiddled with his tie. "I want to see him again..."

HUH?

"Y-you do?" He hoped his blush wasn't somehow showing through the costume.

"Do you think I should?" Tenna asked.

This was probably a bad idea, but Battat would be lying if he said he didn't want to go along with it.

"Do whatever ya want, Boss," he said. "I got no part in it."

Battat's body was thrumming with anticipation. He'd done the smart thing and gone home yesterday, but he wasn't able to resist going to Ramb's the next chance he got. He resisted the urge to check the clock again. The ice in his drink had long since melted, but he couldn't bring himself to finish it. His stomach churned with nerves. He sighed and tapped his fingers on the glass.

"Battat?" a voice called.

Battat's jumped into his throat as he spun around on his stool. He found himself staring at a very familiar belt buckle and tipped his head back to look into Tenna's screen.

"You're here," Tenna said happily.

"What, were you looking for me?" Battat teased, doing his best to act like he hadn't been waiting for this.

Tenna pouted. "N-no."

"That's a shame," Battat said, taking a sip of his drink. "I was looking for you."

Tenna smiled, his tail clacking against Battat's stool. "I'm happy to hear it."

"Are you getting a drink?" Battat asked.

Tenna frowned. "How much have you had?"

"Just this," Battat said, holding up his still half-full drink.

"In that case," Tenna said, "do you want to get out of here?"

Battat's face flushed. What was he doing? What was he doing? Sure, he'd been anticipating this, but now that it was actually happening...

"Y-yeah," he agreed.

The feeling of Tenna's mouth was so strange, but Battat couldn't get enough of it. It was hot, but not especially wet. Instead it was a weird goopy, almost solid texture, like honey and molten glass. There was a subtle sweetness to it though, and everything felt staticky and electric. Battat's tongue tingled when they separated.

He thumped his head against the wall and gasped for air, watching Tenna undo his tie. The fact that Tenna could easily hold him up with just his free hand made his heart pound in excitement.

"You could set me down, you know," he commented.

"I got it," Tenna huffed, yanking the fabric from under his collar and tossing it to the floor.

He cupped Battat's cheek and leaned back in to reconnect their lips. Battat sighed, keeping one hand on Tenna's shoulder and sliding the other up to stroke the cables in his neck. Tenna's hand moved from Battat's cheek to brace against the wall. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss, and Battat moaned softly.

His lungs begged for air, but he resisted the urge to pull away for longer than he should, as if he could convince his body it only needed Tenna to live. He tightened his grip on Tenna and pressed into him, trying to drink in as much of him as he could before he had to push him away. He turned his head to the side and panted desperately as Tenna kissed the side of his head and tugged at his clothes.

"You'll rip it," Battat protested, pulling his poncho out of Tenna's grasp.

He put his hand on Tenna's screen to push him away and yelped when Tenna licked his fingers.

"Your face," Tenna snickered, and Battat couldn't help the smile that played at his lips.

He peeled off his poncho and fumbled his way through undoing his tie, trying his best not to get distracted by Tenna's fingers digging into his ass and his thumb stroking dangerously close to his crotch. His pants felt so tight he swore they must have shrunk a size. Finally, the tie was undone, and he laid his hand over Tenna's, mesmerized by the size difference.

"Put me down," he said.

Tenna pouted, and Battat slipped his hand into Tenna's jacket, caressing Tenna's chest through his shirt.

"And I want this off too," he said, gazing into Tenna's screen.

Tenna blushed and obediently pulled away from the wall, holding Battat close before he tossed him onto the bed. Battat's head spun as he bounced against the mattress. His heart raced as his head rolled to a stop on a five. He blinked dazedly, his senses slowly coming back to him as he watched Tenna's hands undo his shirt buttons. His eyes roved greedily over each inch of Tenna's bare chest that was revealed. When the last button was undone, Tenna brought his hand up to his mouth and bit down on the fabric at the tip of his middle finger, using his teeth to peel his glove off. Battat sucked in a breath, and Tenna smirked, taking his other glove off normally. He strode over the bed, and Battat's eyes flicked down to watch his hips and tail sway before Tenna climbed on the bed and crawled over him. He untucked Battat's shirt from his pants, and Battat was sure his heart stopped for a moment.

"You might want to take this off," Tenna murmured, pulling at the fabric, "before I tear it off of you."

Battat whined. The thought was so appealing, but he couldn't exactly walk home without a shirt. He'd die of shame.

Hands shaking, he followed Tenna's suggestion, Tenna's gaze burning into him. With the lights out, Tenna's bright screen made him feel like he was under the spotlight. Something about it was so exciting, and a small part of Battat tucked that feeling away to examine for later. Once his shirt was disposed of, he reached out, sliding his hands along the defined metal plates of Tenna's chest before he reached his shoulders and pushed the loose shirt off. The fabric pooled at Tenna's elbows, and Battat swallowed, grateful to be alive and soak in such a stunning sight. Tenna slipped the shirt the rest of the way off, cupping Battat's cheek with his bare hand and stroking his mismatched freckles.

"Tenna," Battat sighed, and closed his eyes as Tenna kissed him again.

He wondered where the stereotype of robots being cold came from, because every point of contact with Tenna felt like it was melting. He would gladly melt away into nothing if he could keep touching Tenna like this.

Tenna moaned softly as their tongues slid against each other. Battat groaned and pulled away reluctantly, a thin string of spit connecting their mouths. Battat ran his thumb over his lips and swallowed.

"Could you lie down?" he asked. "My neck is starting to hurt."

Tenna nodded and lay back against the sheets, allowing Battat to climb on top of him. Battat sat on Tenna's stomach and lightly traced the tops of Tenna's dials, increasing the pressure when he reached the seam of Tenna's main access panel. Tenna groaned, and Battat could hear the sound of the panel unlatching. He pushed down on it, holding it shut.

"Not this time," he said.

Tenna frowned but clicked the latch shut again. Battat slid down Tenna's body until he was sitting between his legs. He pressed a hand to the bulge in Tenna's pants and looked up at him through his lashes.

"I'd prefer to get my hands on this instead," he suggested.

Tenna nodded enthusiastically, and Battat giggled. Tenna reached for his ridiculous belt buckle, and when Battat knocked his hands away to grab it himself, Tenna settled for resting them on Battat's hips.

Heart pounding furiously, Battat undid the buckle and shoved the ends to the sides to work the pants zipper down. Once that was done, Tenna let go of his hips to push him back gently by the shoulders before lifting a leg over Battat's head to plant his foot on the other side of him. Battat stared shamelessly as he lifted his hips and shucked off his pants and underwear. A small part of Battat mourned that he didn't get a good look at them, and the image of Tenna in lacy lingerie popped into his head. He bit his lip and palmed himself through his pants before Tenna resituated his legs around him, and he got a good look at what Tenna was packing.

Battat gaped. Holy shit, he was huge. Well of course he was, he was fifteen feet tall, but damn. Battat had his work cut out for him.

"Do you have to stare?" Tenna grumbled.

"Sorry, I'm just figuring out how to approach this," Battat mumbled thoughtfully as Tenna fished out a bottle of lube from the nightstand.

He trailed his fingers along the length, and Tenna sucked in a breath. Battat wanted to taste him, but Tenna's hand was heavy on Battat's back. He could suddenly envision several different ways this could go wrong.

"Can you grab the headboard?" Battat asked.

Tenna gave him a questioning look but obliged, and Battat rewarded him by firmly stroking his cock. Tenna thrust his hips into Battat's hand, groaning. Battat tsked and released him.

"Battat," Tenna whined in protest.

"Keep your hands off," Battat ordered. "And no bucking. I don't really want to choke to death on dick."

Tenna flushed and looked away, saying nothing in protest.

"Can you do that?" Battat pressed.

Tenna bit his lip. "Y-yeah."

Battat trailed his fingers teasingly down Tenna's cock before he licked a stripe up it. Tenna let out a breath, his hips twitching slightly, and his fingers flexing on the headboard. When he didn't move any further, Battat slipped the tip into his mouth, and wrapped both hands around the rest of the length. Tenna moaned and thrust up into Battat's mouth, and Battat grunted as he was forced to take in a couple more inches. He pulled off with a pop, and licked his lips.

"Don't," he scolded. "Or I stop."

"S-sorry," Tenna wheezed.

Tenna was so much bigger and stronger than him that if he really wanted to, he could make Battat go along with whatever he wanted, and Battat would be helpless to stop him. His dick twitched at the thought, and he bit his lip, sucking in a breath. That was an idea for another time. For now, it was good that Tenna was so compliant.

Battat resumed sucking at the tip while he pumped his hands up and down the rest. Tenna panted but didn't move. Battat hummed around the tip, savoring the metallic flavor, and Tenna keened, his foot digging into the mattress as he resisted the urge to buck. Battat pulled off and pressed a kiss to the tip.

"Good boy," he praised.

Tenna moaned, his tail smacked against Battat's leg a few times. Battat grabbed it, considering for a moment, before he wound the cord around his hand and yanked. Tenna whined, his hips canting up as the end of his tail thumped against the mattress. Hot air seeped out of his vents.

"God, you're like a dog," Battat laughed. "The only thing you're missing is a collar."

"P-please," Tenna panted.

"What, the collar?" Battat asked. "Or do you want something else?"

The headboard creaked in Tenna's grasp.

"Please," Tenna repeated.

Battat hummed. "You didn't answer my question."

"Battat," Tenna panted.

Battat decided to have pity on him, pouring some lube into his free hand. He fit as much of Tenna's cock as he could into his mouth and slid his wet hand up and down the rest of it. Tenna moaned shakily.

Battat's jaw was already getting sore, but he was determined to pull this off. While he swirled his tongue and pumped his hand, his other hand tugged intermittently at Tenna's tail. Tenna's pants and gasps disappeared into a flurry of static as the headboard creaked in protest. Battat cast his eyes up to appreciate the view. There was something incredibly rewarding about seeing someone so strong and powerful coming undone by his hand. Battat sucked and yanked the tail at the same time, and Tenna's head smacked against the headboard as test bars lit up his screen, and a loud tone filled the air. Battat did his best to swallow down as much as he could before he had to pull off, the rest spurting onto his hand and Tenna's stomach. Battat licked his lips; it tasted almost like a sour soda, down to the fizzy quality. How peculiar.

Tenna's screen flicked to black, and he panted, steam pouring from his vents. He gingerly released the headboard, and Battat caught his hands on the way down and pressed kisses to his palms and knuckles.

"You did so well," he praised.

Tenna's screen turned back on, and he smiled sweetly at Battat. "That was great! Thanks!"

Battat snorted and smiled back, letting go of Tenna's hand, which settled back on his hips. Battat raised a brow.

"You sure like holding me there," he commented.

Tenna flushed. "They're just so holdable..." he muttered.

Battat shifted uncomfortably.

"Oh right," Tenna said. "Your turn obviously. Umm, do you have any specific requests?"

"So formal," Battat snickered.

But now that he thought of it, he actually did have one...

"C-could you..." Battat trailed off, flushing in embarrassment.

What if Tenna thought he was some sort of freak and laughed at him?

Tenna tilted his head curiously. "Yes?"

Battat bit his lip and looked away. "Could you put your tail around my neck?" he mumbled.

Tenna's tail wrapped around his neck ever so lightly, and Battat gasped at the feeling.

"O-oh," he breathed shakily.

"Is that okay?" Tenna asked worriedly.

The tail skid along his skin as Tenna shifted, and Battat suppressed a giggle.

"It's kinda ticklish," he said. "Maybe just a little bit tighter?"

Tenna obliged, and Battat didn't bother to hold back his moan.

"You really like that, huh? Do you want anything else?" Tenna asked.

Battat shook his head, straddling Tenna's thigh. He ground his hips against the warm metal desperately, keeping his eyes focused on Tenna's screen. God, he was so beautiful.

"Now who's the dog?" Tenna mused.

"Shut up," Battat gasped.

Tenna stroked his cheek, and Battat brought up a hand up to Tenna's, his other hand resting on Tenna's thigh as he rutted. He closed his eyes, relishing the feeling. He could feel his orgasm building, and he panted for breath, increasing his speed. Tenna's tail prevented him from moving too far, and when it was pulled taught he choked out a moan, releasing Tenna's hand. He lolled his head forward and rolled his hips a few more times before he couldn't take it anymore. Cum soaked his boxers and dripped down his thighs as Tenna stroked his hip soothingly.

"That's it," he hummed.

Battat gave a couple more aborted thrusts and collapsed forward onto Tenna, completely spent. Tenna's tail unwound from his neck, and Battat gave a half-hearted whine of protest.

"Can you move?" Tenna asked.

"Don't wanna," Battat mumbled.

Tenna huffed a laugh. "Can I move you then?"

Battat nodded wearily, and a moment later, he was laying on the sheets as Tenna hovered over him and tilted his head up to check his neck for chafing. Seemingly satisfied, he stripped Battat's boxers off and moved to stand.

"Don't go," Battat mumbled, grabbing at his arm.

"I'm just gonna get something to clean you," Tenna explained. "I'll be right back."

Battat grumbled, but released him, allowing his eyes to slide closed again. He was asleep before Tenna returned.

When he woke, the bedsheets were completely different, and Tenna was missing. For half a second, Battat wondered if he'd dreamed the whole thing up. But no, this was definitely Tenna's place. The only other locations with such large dimensions was the studio.

He crawled over to the edge of the bed and gingerly slipped off, landing on the floor with a soft thump. He staggered and leaned against the bed to regain his balance. Looking around the room, he could stop most of his clothing scattered about and set about collecting it.

He pulled on his shirt and buttoned it haphazardly, grateful that it was long enough to cover halfway down his thighs. He opened the door and walked into the hall, listening carefully for the electronic hum Tenna constantly produced. When he was confident he heard it, he opened the door to see Tenna with a basket of laundry. Tenna turned and beamed at him.

"Good morning! I was just going to bring you these," Tenna said, holding out Battat's boxers.

Battat took them and pulled them on. There wasn't really much of a reason to wait for privacy at this point.

"You couldn't have washed the rest of our clothes?" he groused.

Tenna crossed his arms disapprovingly. "Battat, you know those uniforms are dry clean only, right?"

Battat shrugged. His was holding up just fine with a hand wash.

"Well, enough of that," Tenna sighed. "Do you need a ride home or anything?"

Battat shook his head. "I can walk."

Tenna pursed his lips. "If you're sure... But you should have some breakfast before you go."

"I usually just drink some coffee," Battat said.

"That's no good," Tenna protested. "You should have something solid at least." He snapped his fingers. "Oh, I know! I have some coffee cake! That'll be perfect!"

Battat wasn't really hungry, but it was hard to turn Tenna down when he was so persistent. He found himself sitting at Tenna's table in a comically large chair while Tenna puttered about preparing coffee. This morning was so terribly domestic. Battat was glad the studio was closed today because he needed at least a full twenty-four hours to process all this.

Tenna set a mug in front of him. "There you are!" he said cheerfully.

Battat muttered a thanks and hesitantly took a sip. Tenna took his coffee black, so he was pleasantly surprised to find that the sweetness level was near perfect. A plate with a slice of coffee cake joined the mug. Battat took a small bite to appease Tenna and couldn't hold back a moan at the taste.

"Do you like it?" Tenna asked eagerly, pulling out a chair next to him.

Battat took a bigger bite and nodded vigorously. "This is really good. Where'd you buy it?"

"I made it!" Tenna said.

Battat blinked. "Really?"

Tenna propped his elbow on the table and rested his head on his palm. "Mhm!"

Battat took another bite. The image of Tenna in an apron, humming to himself while he baked sprung to mind, and Battat choked, spewing crumbs across the table. He might need forty-eight hours instead.

"Are you okay?!" Tenna exclaimed worriedly.

Battat took a gulp of his coffee and patted the mess with napkin. "Yeah, sorry. It's really, really good."

Tenna beamed, a flower blooming from his nose while his tail swished happily. "Don't eat too fast; it's not going anywhere."

Battat made a show of slowly getting a new forkful and lifting it to his mouth. Tenna giggled, his tail loosely wrapping around Battat's leg. Battat wondered if he was even aware he was doing it, or if was just a sort of instinctual thing. He wasn't sure which answer he preferred.

Battat listened half-heartedly as Tenna went on and on about their encounters. It wasn't that he was uninterested in Tenna's perspective on things, but it felt wrong to be privy to such personal thoughts without Tenna's knowledge.

There was a lull in Tenna's rambling, and Battat seized his chance to interrupt.

"I guess I jus' don't really get it," he said. "Is he cute at least?"

Tenna crossed his arms. "Yeah, he's cute, but since last time I've been thinking, 'Wait, he's actually really hot?'"

Battat reeled internally as Tenna continued rambling. Tenna thought he was hot? That was like a blooming rose bush admiring a weed.

"I don't even know if he thinks I'm attractive," Tenna lamented. "I guess he must, but honestly I'm not really sure why—"

"Why would he not? Yer gorgeous," Battat blurted.

Tenna flushed. "Well, thank you, Mike! That's very nice."

"I'm a bit confused tho," Battat said. "I thought ya didn't like Pippins."

Tenna looked at him blankly. "Mike, why would you think that?"

Battat blinked. "H-huh?"

How could he not? He'd never seen Tenna be friendly with any Pippins other than, well, him.

"I just don't like people who are mean to me," Tenna said plainly.

Alright, that actually made sense. Nearly every interaction the Pippins had with him was hostile. Battat could understand not being too keen on them if he had to deal with them constantly stealing his stuff, insulting him, and slacking off. Actually, on second thought, they already did most of that stuff to him too.

"Okay, fair enough," he conceded.

With that settled, Tenna carried on rambling, and Battat sighed, wishing he could slip away and have Pluey replace him.

Battat was so busy staring at his phone that he didn't pay any attention to where he was going. Before he knew it, he was flat on his back. His head spun on his shoulders, and he winced, bringing a hand up to stop it. His view was suddenly obscured by Tenna's boxy head frowning worriedly at him.

"Are you okay? Sorry, I didn't see you there! But from the looks of it, you didn't see me either," Tenna said.

"You got me," Battat chuckled, getting to his feet.

"Where were you heading?" Tenna asked.

"Ramb's. You?" Battat countered.

Tenna huffed a laugh. "Same."

A moment of silent understanding passed between them.

"Do you want to just... skip the bar this time?" Tenna asked hesitantly.

"Sounds good to me," Battat agreed.

The next twenty minutes were a blur to Battat, but somehow they'd made it to Tenna's.

He knelt between Tenna's thighs and gently pulled open the panel hiding the bulk of Tenna's wires. Tenna propped himself up on his elbows, watching him. It occurred to him that this was the first time that the two of them were both naked like this. He had to admit that stripping before getting on the bed sped up the process significantly, but there was just something so rewarding about taking Tenna's clothes off himself.

He trailed his fingers over the wires, and Tenna jolted.

"Your cable management is impeccable," he commented, separating a couple wires from the clips.

He remembered reorganizing them just last week as Mike. It was the first time he'd seen them since they'd hooked up. Now that he knew how they affected Tenna, he'd barely been able to keep his hands shaking from excitement. Maybe it was just his imagination, but Tenna had seemed oddly flustered too.

"That's mostly due to Mike," Tenna said.

He breathed in shallowly and bit his lip, as if Battat couldn't tell he was already getting worked up. Battat lazily twirled one of the wires around his forefinger and pinched it against his thumb. Tenna's arm spasmed, and he gasped, losing his balance and leaning heavily on one side.

Battat stroked the rest of the bundle with his other hand, and Tenna shuddered, his screen flashing pink. His tail smacked against the sheets restlessly. Battat looked over his handful thoughtfully before selecting another one. He pulled in it sharply, greedily soaking in the sight of Tenna's back arching in response.

While Tenna panted, Battat's eyes flicked over to watch the precum sliding down Tenna's cock. He licked his lips at the memory of his taste, but his jaw had taken a couple days to fully forgive him, so he refrained from acting. He stroked his free hand over himself, resting a hand on Tenna's thigh as he bucked his hips.

He could just barely make out the sound of Tenna's speakers clicking, and he looked up at him in amusement.

"Have anything to say?" he asked.

"You're teasing me," Tenna groaned.

Without thinking, Battat pressed the hand holding the wires against Tenna's cock. Tenna shrieked before it was drowned out with static. Battat yanked his hand away.

"T-Tenna?" he asked nervously.

Tenna's screen flickered. "Do that again," he rasped.

Battat wrapped the wires around his hand and slid it slowly up and down Tenna's length, keeping an eye on Tenna's screen to gauge his reaction. Tenna moaned and thrust his hips into Battat's hand. Battat released him, and Tenna whined in protest.

"Just a second," Battat muttered, coating his hand in lube to ease the glide.

He made a mental note to ensure Tenna's wires were cleaned before they were done.

When he resumed stroking, Tenna fell back against the bed, turning his head away and shakily bucking up to match Battat's rhythm.

"B-Batt," he gasped. "Talk to m-me."

"You're so pretty, Tenna," Battat said, slowing his pace.

Tenna whined, hot air escaping his vents. His chest fan clicked on, and Battat was grateful he'd remembered to repair it. It wouldn't do for Tenna to overheat, especially not now.

"I love making you feel good," he continued. "I can't stop thinking about these nights. I dream about them at night, and at work, I can only focus on you."

That was true actually, but it didn't really matter since most of his job was focused solely on Tenna anyway.

"Sometimes I think about slipping away from my station just to touch myself," Battat added.

Tenna brought a hand up to grab his antenna and palm the end of it.

"And other times, I think about how everyone would react if I let you fuck me on stage," Battat confessed.

Tenna moaned.

"You like that?" Battat asked.

Tenna nodded shakily, tightening his grip on his antenna.

"F-faster," he said.

Battat resumed his original pace, and Tenna thrust his hips up stutteringly in attempt to match him. His tail went from thwapping hard against the mattress to shaking with tension.

"Are you gonna cum, Tenna?" Battat asked cloyingly.

He stroked the inside of one of Tenna's thighs with his free hand.

"C-can't," Tenna panted, electricity zapping between his antennae.

"But you want to?" Battat asked, swiping his thumb over the tip.

"Yes!" Tenna sobbed. "Please!"

Battat slipped the first couple inches into his mouth and sucked. Tenna's hand tightened around his antenna, and the claws of his other hand sliced through the sheets. He shuddered, his screen flickering wildly between static and various channels. Battat hummed at the taste that filled his mouth before pulling off and giving him a few more strokes.

"I've got you," he cooed.

Tenna's screen stopped on a cartoon heart exploding before his screen flicked off. Battat carefully unwrapped the wires from around his hand and wiped it off on the sheets. After a few more moments, Tenna's screen lit up again, and he wearily pushed himself up into a sitting position.

"Wow," he sighed.

"How was that?" Battat asked smugly.

Tenna leaned forward and caught Battat's chin pulling him in for a kiss. Battat eagerly pressed into him, closing his eyes and sliding his hand along Tenna's casing. When Tenna pulled away, he chased after him, lips tingling pleasantly. Tenna giggled, and when Battat opened his eyes, he was met with such a soft look that his heart stuttered. He flushed; Tenna really was so pretty. He couldn't help but feel that he was probably using up whatever remaining luck he had to be close with Tenna like this, but he couldn't bring himself to care. A lifetime of bad luck seemed like a fair trade-off.

Tenna coaxed him to lie down, and he went easily, sighing as his back met the sheets. Tenna hovered nervously for a second, stroking Battat's hip and cheek while he worried his lip.

"Spit it out," Battat said.

"How would you feel about me fingering you?" Tenna asked.

How would he feel? Vulnerable, probably. He didn't have any experience with that, but maybe it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world...

"Okay, I guess? As long as you don't stab me in the ass," he muttered.

"They're retracted!" Tenna said, extending his claws for a moment before they disappeared again.

Battat huffed. "I'm trusting you..."

Tenna slicked his fingers with lube. "And I appreciate that. I'll be careful, I swear."

Battat lay back against the pillow, his stomach churning with nerves. He'd never trusted anyone like this before. He was no virgin, but most of the people he'd slept with were other Pippins, and a lot of them were pillow princesses.

Tenna propped his leg up to get a good look, and Battat's face flushed. Thankfully, instead of gaping or commenting, he simply ran a finger around the rim of Battat's entrance before gently pressing against it to test the give. Battat held back a whimper.

"You're gonna need to relax," Tenna remarked.

That was easy for him to say. Battat frowned and was able to relax enough for Tenna to press inside slowly. He wasn't sure what he expected, but he almost felt like the breath had been punched out of him. It was uncomfortable, and he could feel himself starting to panic. He panted and gripped Tenna's arm as his finger slipped in deeper.

"W-wait, I don't know if—" he started.

"Do you want me to stop?" Tenna asked.

Battat paused, considering. He wasn't sure. If he said yes, then he would be left wondering what was supposed to be so great about this, but what if he said no and regretted it? He didn't want to disappoint Tenna. He weighed both options frantically.

"N-no...?" he stammered.

"Don't worry," Tenna said. "I'm gonna go slow, and if you change your mind, we'll stop. I want to make you feel good too."

"Okay," Battat mumbled, feeling somewhat reassured.

He tried his best to focus on relaxing as Tenna thrust his finger in and out. It already felt like a lot; Battat couldn't imagine what it would be like to take Tenna's cock. He gasped as the discomfort ebbed away and was replaced by pleasure.

"O-oh," he breathed.

"Oh?" Tenna prompted.

"Feels good," Battat mumbled.

"Think you could take another?" Tenna asked.

Battat nodded shakily. Now that he was over the initial nerves, he couldn't help but feel excited.

Tenna pulled out and poured more lube onto his fingers. The feeling of emptiness was completely foreign to Battat, and he frowned in irritation.

"Isn't that excessive?" he grumbled.

"Maybe," Tenna laughed, "but I don't want to hurt you."

He carefully pushed one finger back in, and Battat yelped. Tenna froze.

"Sorry," Battat muttered. "It's just cold. Keep going."

Tenna snickered. "Sorry about that."

He thrust his finger in and out a couple times before slowly adding a second, watching Battat's expression carefully. Battat's heart flipped in his chest at the attentiveness. He breathed in shakily as he was stretched open. When Tenna brushed against a particularly sensitive spot, he moaned, his head lolling back against the pillow.

"There," he said.

Tenna hummed and pushed into it. Battat whimpered pathetically. If he'd known how good this felt, he would have done it a long time ago. Though he doubted he would get the same feeling with anyone other than Tenna. No one else compared to his sheer size.

"C-could—" he started.

Tenna perked up. "Hm?"

"Could you pin my wrists down?" Battat asked.

"Can do!" Tenna said, wrapping his large hand around Battat's wrists and holding them over his head.

God, he was corny. Tenna huffed a laugh, and for half a second, Battat wondered if he had spontaneously become a mind-reader.

"You're so small," he said affectionately.

Battat flushed. "Sh-shut up! Don't say that now."

Tenna smiled but didn't say anything else, instead speeding up his thrusts. Battat whined. Tenna leaned down and pressed a kiss to his lips before pulling away entirely too quickly for his liking. He kissed down Battat's chest and stomach, and Battat squirmed pitifully.

Part of him noted how strange this whole thing was. He was lying on his boss's bed, letting said boss finger him and kiss him, and he was enjoying it. Wanting more, even. If he had been told this would happen a few weeks ago, he was have assumed it was someone's lame idea of a joke. There was no joke about the way Tenna's fangs grazed Battat's thighs. Battat shuddered and bit his lip.

Tenna's hot breath ghosted over his dick, which twitched in response. But instead, Tenna kissed the inside of his thigh. Battat groaned in annoyance before Tenna sucked on the spot. Battat's moan caught him by surprise, and he watched breathlessly as Tenna soothed the dark green mark with his tongue. He straightened up, and Battat scowled in disapproval.

"Do you want something?" Tenna asked, lazily pressing against his prostate.

Battat trembled, mentally cursing Tenna.

"You know what I want!" he said.

"Maybe I want to hear it," Tenna countered.

Battat growled, trying to push himself onto Tenna's fingers, only for Tenna to release his wrists and hold his hips in place. Battat whimpered and bit down on his finger.

"Battat," Tenna cooed. "Won't you say it?"

"T-Tenna," Battat panted. He took a deep breath. "Please suck me off."

"Now that wasn't hard, was it?" Tenna asked, leaning back down.

"Fuck you," Battat hissed.

Tenna laughed but followed Battat's request. His hot, staticky tongue swirled around Battat's dick before he sucked down on it, causing Battat to moan and kick his leg out. Tenna caught his foot, swallowing around Battat's dick. Battat breathed shakily, watching it disappear into Tenna's mouth and Tenna's fingers sheath themselves in his ass.

His mind felt hazy with pleasure, and just when he was sure he was about to hit his peak, Tenna pulled off, gazing down at him with a hungry expression. His screen was black with the exception of a wide smile that showed off his fangs. Part of Battat felt like he should be scared, but instead, his dick twitched at the sight. If he'd been soft before, he was sure he'd be at least half hard just from that.

"You look so delicious," Tenna groaned. "Can I eat you out?"

Battat could barely focus on the question with Tenna's fingers continuing to spread him open, but when the words registered, his face flushed.

"I've never— Okay," he breathed. "If you want to."

"Do you want me to?" Tenna asked seriously.

Battat frowned, trying to picture it. He couldn't deny that at face value, the idea seemed gross to him. But if Tenna was eager to do it, then he was willing to try it.

"I want you to," he said firmly.

Tenna's tail wagged as he slowly pulled his fingers out, and Battat clenched around nothing. Before he could express his disappointment, Tenna pushed his legs farther apart and shuffled down to lay between his thighs. He lifted Battat's thighs and kissed the backs of them. Battat's heart fluttered despite himself. Tenna's hands gripped Battat's ass, and Battat suppressed a squeal as Tenna's thumbs exposed his hole. Tenna pressed a kiss to it before probing his tongue along the rim. Battat let out a shaky breath. He brought his hand up to his mouth and bit down on it, anxiously watching Tenna.

Tenna's strong hands gripped Battat's thighs as he thrust his tongue into his ass. The sensation was unlike anything Battat had ever experienced. Tenna's tongue was so hot, and it buzzed with electricity. Battat keened, arching his back. He wanted to thrust against that incredible warmth, but Tenna's hands kept him in place.

"More," Battat begged. "Please, Tenna."

Tenna obliged, increasing his speed and sucked and swirled his tongue inside Battat. The way he ate him out so intently made Battat feel like he wanted to devour him. He sucked in a breath and forced himself to keep his eyes open. His legs shook in Tenna's grasp. In an attempt to ground himself, Battat reached out and grabbed whatever he could of Tenna. His fingers curled around one of Tenna's antennae, and Tenna moaned, the heightened vibrations making Battat gasp and toss his head back.

He couldn't believe he'd been so hesitant to agree. It seemed laughable now. Tenna pulled his tongue all the way out and blew on the rim, and Battat shivered. As Tenna thrust his tongue back in, he arched his back and pulled on the antenna, swearing to never doubt Tenna on these matters again. Tenna groaned, and Battat whined at the feeling.

Tenna released one of his thighs and brought a hand up to stroke his dick, and Battat couldn't take any more. He sobbed as he climaxed, hips twitching and legs shaking in Tenna's grasp. Cum spilled onto Tenna's hand and screen, and Tenna pulled away gently, pumping him a couple more times before Battat half-heartedly kicked his arm away.

"Too much," he groaned.

Tenna sat back, and Battat realized that his panel was still open. The sticky wires spilling out of his stomach and cum spattered on his screen were a sharp contrast to his joyous smile. Battat closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, willing his body to remember that it had just orgasmed, and he needed a break.

"You've got some on your face," he muttered.

"Oh!" Tenna said, swiping his arm across his screen, which only succeeded at smearing it. "Well, I'm not sure what I expected," he muttered.

"Come here," Battat chuckled.

Tenna leaned down obediently, and Battat lifted a clean corner of the sheets to gently wipe the splatters off. He tossed the sheet to the side and stroked the edge of Tenna's casing before pulling him into a soft kiss. Tenna's hand braced on the pillow next to his head. Battat could hear Tenna's tail swishing through the air, and he smiled, breaking the kiss.

"We should wash up, but my legs feel like jelly," he murmured.

"I could carry you," Tenna suggested.

Battat huffed. "Not with your wires hanging out, you can't."

Tenna looked down. "Oh right. Be right back."

Battat watched him go before he cast his eyes up to the ceiling, staring mindlessly. He could hear Tenna clattering around elsewhere and water running, and a couple minutes later, he returned with a bucket of soapy water. Battat spent the next ten minutes carefully scrubbing Tenna's face, hands, wires, and stomach. Tenna hummed contentedly, and it strangely felt more intimate than the sex.

As soon as Tenna was clean, he scooped Battat up and brought him into the bathroom where a warm bath was waiting. He lowered Battat so he could feel the water, and when Battat approved, he gently set him in the tub.

Sighing appreciatively, Battat leaned back and watched as Tenna pulled waterproof gloves on.

"Why do you even have this?" Battat asked curiously. "It's not like you can use it."

"Really? I'm using it right now," Tenna countered.

"That's true," Battat hummed, watching lazily as Tenna gently scrubbed him.

His eyes fell shut as he basked in the feeling. All too soon, Tenna straightened up and pulled away.

"I'm gonna change the sheets," he whispered. "Will you be okay?"

Battat hummed in acknowledgment.

"Don't fall asleep," Tenna ordered, disappearing down the hall.

Battat lifted his hand and watched the water fall through his fingers as he let his mind wander. He thought about how he still had to finish the costume for Tenna's next special and how it would look on Tenna when it was done. He thought about how soothing the water was and how pleasant it was to be carried in Tenna's arms. He thought about how excited he was to eat breakfast tomorrow and how delicious Tenna's food was.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when Tenna re-entered the room and carefully lifted him out of the bath. Battat made no move to protest or even assist as Tenna supported his weight and dried him off with the fluffiest towel he had ever seen. Battat wasn't sure he could remember the last time he felt so taken care of.

"Do you need anything?" Tenna asked.

"Some water might be nice," Battat murmured.

"Sure thing," Tenna agreed, then picked him up in a bridal carry and brought him back to bedroom.

He laid Battat down and fetched a glass.

"Here you are!" he said cheerfully, presenting it to Battat.

Battat propped himself up and took the glass, gulping the water down. He hadn't realized how thirsty he'd been. The moment Tenna took the glass back, he suddenly felt totally exhausted and collapsed back onto the sheets. He closed his eyes, listening to the sound of Tenna laying down next to him. He felt blankets settle over him and Tenna's warm arm wrap around his body, and then he was fast asleep.

Tenna burst into the room wearing a black high-necked shirt with long sleeves that poofed at the bottom and tucked into his black gloves with red palms that matched the red of his high-waisted bell bottoms.

"Mike, look at this outfit Battat made me!" he twirled around, showing off the floral patterns Battat had painstakingly emblazoned on the back and sleeves.

The pants accentuated Tenna's figure, and Battat mentally applauded himself while he ogled shamelessly.

"Ya look great; it's very nice," he said.

Battat had stayed up all night putting the finishing touches on, and he had to admit that it was totally worth it. Tenna looked stunning.

He preened. "Isn't it? He's amazing."

Battat flushed. "Didja jus' wanna show me yer outfit, or didja want somethin' else?"

He wasn't opposed to Tenna being here, but he only had a few more minutes to eat lunch before they'd have to get ready for the show. Normally, he'd manage his time better, but he got held up answering a bunch of questions about the next set. It didn't help that he felt he could pass out at any second.

Tenna deflated. "Oh... Well..." He fiddled with his gloves. "Do you— Have you ever had a casual relationship with someone?"

Battat blinked. "I have," he said carefully.

He took a bite of his food. It was bland. He sighed, remembering the waffles he ate at Tenna's. He would kill for some of those right now.

"How did you um. Do that?" Tenna asked.

"Do what?" Battat frowned.

"Well, did you see other people?" Tenna clarified.

Battat was starting to worry he would tear his gloves off with how much he was wringing his hands.

"Yeah," he said.

He thought back to his first days at the studio when he and the other Pippins would go out and have fun nearly every other night. He didn't regret those times, and he still went out with the from time to time. But he was way too busy to regularly do that sort of thing now.

"It wasn't serious anyway," Battat finished.

"Not serious," Tenna echoed, putting a hand up to the top of his casing. "Right. Of course you're right."

"You guys aren't like... a thing, are you?" Battat asked.

He felt a little bad asking under false pretenses, but he also felt that if he didn't hear Tenna's opinion immediately, he might explode.

Tenna frowned. "We've mostly just slept together. I don't know if he even wants that."

Battat's heart pounded. "Do you?" he pressed.

The door flew open, and Jongler came in. Battat had never wanted to kill anyone more.

"Oh good, yous both here," they said. "You's on in five."

Tenna whipped his head around to look at the clock.

"How did that happen?!" he shouted, jumping out of his seat and bounding out the door.

Battat was impressed he could move so quickly in the heels he'd paired with that outfit. So he was a little self-indulgent when styling him, but did it matter when he looked so good?

He sighed. There went his chance to press for answers. He wasn't even sure why he wanted to know so badly. Did he want to be with Tenna? He didn't think so. They had a good thing going, so why ruin it by overcomplicating things?

"What was yous talkin' 'bout?" Jongler asked.

Battat shot them a glare, even though he knew it couldn't be seen through the costume.

"None of your business," he grumbled.

Jongler tilted their head. "Was dat a bad time?"

Battat grabbed his costume head in irritation. "It's fine," he muttered. "He'll probably bring it up again later anyway."

Tenna seemed to have a strange knack for talking specifically to Battat about the two of them. Battat decided not to think about it too deeply and just count himself lucky that Pluey and Jongler weren't hearing about his sexual escapades with their boss instead.

He shoveled down a few more tasteless bites before tossing the container in the trash and heading out. Jongler slithered wordlessly alongside him. As inconvenient as Jongler's interruption was, Battat wondered if maybe it was for the best.

Battat wasn't even sure why he'd agreed. He hadn't done this since he started hooking up with Tenna. He couldn't even remember the Pippins's name. He thought it might be Bongo or Tango or something like that, but asking at this point felt rude. And yeah, making out felt good, but everything about it was wrong.

It wasn't a giant, and its body was plastic like his. Its kiss didn't make his lips buzz, and it wasn't strong enough to pin him down. It probably expected him to do most of the work, if his past experiences were anything to go by. He didn't particularly mind the idea, but he was starting to get used to the way Tenna would pamper him.

The Pippins shifted to climb into his lap, and Battat let it, trying to focus on what was happening instead of a big beautiful robot man. It was hard when Tenna was so much more alluring. It would probably help if he had a name to call the Pippins by. He decided on Tango.

He pulled away from the kiss to trail kisses along Tango's neck. Tango gasped and gripped his shoulders. He put his hands on its hips and bit down, just hard enough for some pressure, but not hard enough to leave a mark.

That was one of the things Battat wished he could do with Tenna, but he didn't want to make Tenna sit through repairs just because he got a little too eager. Tenna did still have to look camera-ready after all.

Tango squirmed, and Battat swiped his tongue over the spot before connecting their lips again. He slid his tongue along the steam of its mouth, and it willingly allowed him in. It put one hand on the back of his head to hold him close while pushing his shoulder to get him to lie down.

Battat started to comply when images of Tenna laying decadently on his bed flashed through his mind, and his eyes flew open. He pushed Tango away and gasped for breath.

"Sorry, I can't do this," he wheezed.

"Did I do something?" it asked.

Battat shook his head. "No, you're fine, I just—"

"Can't stop thinking about him, huh? Don't tell me you got a taste of robo-dick, and now you're done with us," it scoffed.

"What?" he squeaked. "No! I-I didn't—"

"I saw you, y'know," it interrupted. "At Ramb's. He sticks out like a mismatched die. You two suck at subtlety."

Battat's face burned with embarrassment. He really hadn't noticed anyone looking. The first time, everyone had been too shit-faced, and the second, Tenna had left a few minutes after him.

"Trying to sleep your way into a promotion?" Tango asked. "Respect."

Battat squawked in offense. "I-I'm not! Why would—"

"Of course not. God, you're actually in love with him, aren't you?" it mused.

"What?! No!" he denied.

This was going in a completely different direction from he'd imagined.

"No?" it asked. "Well if I were you, I'd start thinking about why I was doing all this then... Mike."

Battat blanched. "What?"

"Don't worry," it said, patting his cheek. "I won't tell anyone about any of this. But you might want to be. More. Careful!" it singsonged, punctuating its words by tapping his freckles.

He scowled and swatted its hand away.

"What do you want?" he grumbled.

Tango snickered. "Oh Batty, I already got what I wanted! See ya 'round!"

And with that, it hopped off the bed, gave a jaunty wave, and skipped out of the room, slamming the door behind it.

Battat stared at the closed door and tried to get his bearings. It didn't know what it was talking about. He was just a dedicated employee. Sure, he liked Tenna, and maybe he enjoyed doing everything he wanted, but was totally understandable!

Tenna appreciated his hard work both as himself and Mike. Tenna liked having sex with him enough to do it multiple times and seek him out specifically. Tenna was comfortable baring his most vulnerable parts to him, both physically and emotionally, even if the physical aspect was exclusive to Battat, and the emotional to Mike. Tenna loved cooking for him and pampering him.

And in turn, Battat did his best to make Tenna's show run as smoothly as possible. He listened to Tenna's ramblings and tried his best to offer advice. He felt safe being vulnerable with Tenna in ways he'd never been with anyone before. He loved making Tenna feel good. Of course he liked Tenna.

Was there anything more he even wanted out of their relationship?

He imagined Tenna praising him for his hard work instead of Mike. Actually, that was pretty appealing.

"'If I were you, I'd start thinking about why I was doing all this'..." he muttered.

Why had he started being Mike? Why had he kept doing it?

His head felt fuzzy, and he flopped onto his bed, throwing an arm over his eyes. He'd have to think about this later.

Battat pushed open the door to Tenna's dressing room without knocking. The overhead was off for some reason, the only light coming from the hallway. That meant Tenna's screen was dark, and he was probably unaware of Battat's presence. Battat could hear him breathing shakily, and he frowned. What the hell was he doing?

The door swung closed and shrouded them in darkness. Battat could just make out the sight of Tenna reclined on his couch, one foot firmly on the ground and the other planted on the couch. His hips shifted as his hand moved, and—

"Battat," Tenna gasped.

Battat dropped his clipboard hard enough that it clattered against the floor and scattered the papers everywhere. Tenna screen flicked on, and Battat winced at the light, dropping to the floor to collect the papers.

"Mike?!" Tenna asked, moving to sit up.

Battat's hands shook with nerves, and his fingers fumbled with every sheet. He heard a telltale zipping sound and accidentally kicked a few papers farther away. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. He scrambled to collect as many papers as he could, slapping them on top of the clipboard and tossing it onto the coffee table.

"Sorry for interrupting!" he squeaked, ducking his head in mortification and running out the door, hoping the costume had enough padding to hide the tent forming in his pants.

Battat was aware that getting into any sort of relationship with his boss was a bad idea, but ever since he got a taste, he just couldn't stop himself. Tenna had ruined him. His shoulders, his waist, his thighs, his ass... Battat wanted to run his tongue all across Tenna's body. He wondered if Tenna would let him.

The fact that Tenna touched himself to the thought of him gave him a thrill like he only experienced with a high roll. He recalled the Tenna's frazzled breathing, his position on the couch, the way he said Battat's name...

Battat closed and locked his bedroom door, stiffly walking over to his private drawer. He'd spent way too much on an assortment of dildos in increasing sizes, which was honestly pretty embarrassing if he thought about it for too long, but he was determined to make this work.

He needed to feel Tenna inside him even if it killed him. Well okay, preferably he would be fine; that was the whole idea of building up to it, but that wasn't the point. He took the smallest one out, which was still intimidatingly big but really not any bigger than Tenna's fingers.

He coated his fingers with lube and slowly pressed one into himself. It didn't really feel like anything, especially not in comparison to how it felt when Tenna fingered him. A part of him wondered if this was even going to do anything for him, or if he only enjoyed it because of Tenna.

After sliding his finger in and out an couple times, he decided to add another. That was easier said than done though, because he suddenly felt super tight. He frowned in annoyance, trying to relax. He brought his other hand down and traced his fingers lightly over his dick, shuddering at the feeling. Taking a couple deep breaths, he shifted his hips, allowing his fingers to slip in deeper.

He closed his eyes, remembering how it felt when Tenna did this. He thought of Tenna's exposed wires, his hand holding Battat's wrists in place, and his fangs sliding along his thighs. He panted, brushing his fingers along the sides of his hole and spreading himself open. It wasn't just Tenna; it did actually feel really good. But that wasn't the goal here, so when he felt he was probably prepped enough, he reluctantly pulled his fingers out and shifted to sit up.

He grabbed the dildo and stared at it for a moment, before he decided it was probably better to do this on the floor. He slipped off the bed, and suctioned it to the tile, grateful to not have a carpet for the first time since he'd moved in.

He poured some lube on the dildo, making sure it was generously coated, and took a deep breath, lining himself up. He gripped the side of his bed as he slowly lowered himself, panting with exertion. He stopped about halfway down and lifted his hips up, wrapping his slick fingers around his dick. He gasped and stroked himself as he sat back down, another inch sliding in.

There was no way to trick himself into imagining it was Tenna, so instead he pictured Tenna watching him. He imagined he could smell Tenna's cigarettes, could hear the hum of his body, could still taste his kiss. He felt Tenna's gaze on him like a spotlight, and he rolled his hips, fucking into his hand and taking in more of the dildo.

He wondered how Tenna would watch him. Would he have that hungry expression? Would he be shy? Would he touch himself too?

He rocked up and down, stroking his dick and fucking himself on the dildo, unable to hold back his moans. He was so caught up in his imagination that he gasped with surprise when he realized he had successfully taken in the whole thing.

He released his dick to run his hand over his stomach, not quite able to believe that actually fit in him. He clenched around it subconsciously. It felt kinda weird when he held still, so he used his grip on the bed to pull himself up to resume bouncing on it.

He couldn't believe he hadn't done this before. He imagined what it would feel like if he could take Tenna's cock, and he whined desperately. Taking his dick in his hand again, he stroked himself in rhythm with his bounces, and an embarrassingly short amount of time later, he was trembling and panting in the wake of his climax.

His legs shook as he pulled himself off the dildo and sat on the floor before wincing and flopping backward. If that was how he felt with the smallest size, he might not survive the real deal.

As the three of them got ready to leave for the night, Battat set his bag on his desk and sighed. He looked at Jongler and Pluey seriously.

"Do you guys think I'm in love with Tenna?" he asked.

The two of them exchanged glances.

"Yous didn't know?" Jongler said.

"So that's a 'yes'," he grumbled.

Pluey made a questioning tune.

"We've been sleeping together," Battat confessed.

"As Mike?" Jongler gasped.

"No! Not as Mike, you bozo!" Battat yelled. "If that were true, you'd have heard about it!"

Jongler nodded sagely. "I sees."

Battat rubbed his hand over his face. Pluey rested a hand on Battat's desk and put the other on his hip, letting out a few inquisitive notes.

"I don't know," Battat muttered. "Sometimes I think he does, and then I wonder if I'm only seeing what I want to see. And if he doesn't want anything else, saying I do could mess everything up."

Pluey made few more notes.

"Yeah, yous gots to tell 'im 'bout Mike too," Jongler added.

Pluey nodded in agreement.

"That's easy for you guys to say," Battat grumbled. "I'm the one who's risking something here. If he turns me down... If he doesn't want Mike around anymore..." He took a shaky breath. "I don't know what I would do," he rasped.

"Dat ain't gonna happen," Jongler said firmly. "He likes you."

Pluey added a few encouraging notes and clasped Battat's shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

"Thanks, guys," Battat murmured.

"Yous gots to tell 'im," Jongler said.

"Right..." Battat sighed reluctantly.

A few more weeks passed, and Battat said nothing. He went over to Tenna's several more times, and he said nothing. Jongler and Pluey shot him disapproving looks, and he still said nothing.

Finally, at the end of a work day over a month later, Pluey slammed his hand down on Battat's desk. Battat jumped in surprise.

"Tell 'im. Now," Jongler said seriously.

"I can't," Battat whispered.

Pluey shook his head and made a couple sharp notes.

Jongler nodded. "And yous knows wes will."

Battat bit his lip and looked down at his desk shamefully. He knew they were right. The longer he waited, the harder it would be. He should have told him weeks ago, but he was so afraid that the moment he told Tenna, all connection between them would be lost. But it would be way worse if Tenna found out from someone else. He deserved to know, and he deserved to hear it from Battat.

"I'm scared," he muttered, covering his face.

"How 'bout dis? If it goes bad, wes all gets drinks," Jongler suggested.

That didn't really make him feel better, but they were trying, so he nodded.

"I'll go tell him now," he said, sounding a lot more brave than he felt.

Pluey gave him a few encouraging notes, and Jongler patted his back roughly.

"Yous gots dis," they said.

Battat felt like he was going to throw up.

Heart in his throat, Battat knocked on Tenna's door. A moment later, the door opened, and Tenna brightened at seeing him.

"Battat!" he greeted. "Come in!"

Battat mumbled a thanks and winced as the door closed behind him. Tenna sat on the couch and patted the spot next to him. As Battat sat down, he tried not to think about what he saw him doing on the couch a few weeks prior. He failed miserably. Tenna looked down at him expectantly.

"There's something I should tell you," he said nervously.

One of Tenna's antennae twitched. "Okay."

"I... I..." Battat's throat seized, the words refusing to come out.

He balled his hands into fists. He had to say this now. He had to. He flicked his gaze back down to the ground, unable to continue looking at Tenna.

"I... Mi..." Battat groaned internally and brought a hand up to his head.

He could see Tenna frowning out of the corner of his vision.

"You don't have to tell me anything, you know," Tenna said.

"No!" Battat protested. "I do! I-I just—"

"Is this about Mike?" Tenna asked.

Battat blinked. "What?"

"You were trying to say you're Mike, weren't you?" Tenna clarified.

Battat's mouth felt dry. He looked up at Tenna in shock. He didn't seem angry, but Battat couldn't read the expression on his face.

"You... knew?" Battat rasped.

Tenna shrugged.

"Nono, you can't just—" Battat dragged a hand over his face. "How?!"

"I saw you go in Mike's room, and when Mike came out but you didn't, I looked for myself," Tenna explained casually.

"Wh-Why didn't you say anything?" Battat asked.

He couldn't believe this. How had he not noticed Tenna? He recalled their run-in outside Ramb's and reconsidered. Well, that was more believable than he'd thought.

Wait, if Tenna knew this whole time, did that mean he'd only slept with him because he was Mike?

"You didn't want me to know," Tenna said, as if it were obvious. "I only found out after that first time anyway."

Okay, maybe Tenna actually was a mind-reader.

"Oh," Battat muttered.

His head spun; he wasn't sure how to even begin processing this.

"You aren't mad?" he asked.

"No, I was furious," Tenna said.

Battat swallowed nervously.

"But then when I saw you the next day as 'Mike,' I started to get over it. And then I went to Ramb's without thinking, and on the way there, I realized I still wanted to see you. And then I couldn't stay mad," Tenna explained.

Battat's throat felt dry.

"You're lucky you're so cute," Tenna said fondly.

Heart pounding, Battat took a deep breath. "I have something else to tell you," he said.

Something about the way Tenna said that gave Battat the courage he needed, but even if Tenna didn't want anything more, he seemed to like him enough to keep him around.

Tenna frowned. "Something... else?"

"I really like you," Battat breathed. "I don't want to just have sex. I want to date you a-and take care of you and just... be with you!"

Tenna stared at him, mouth open in shock. Electricity zipped between his antennae.

"You do?" he asked dumbly.

"Yeah," Battat confirmed. "But if you don't want that—"

"I want it too!" Tenna interrupted.

Battat couldn't believe this was real. He half-expected to wake up in bed at any moment.

"Why?" he blurted.

He smacked a hand to his head and groaned.

"'Why?'" Tenna laughed. "I tell you I like you too, and you ask why?"

Battat blushed. "It's a fair question..."

"How about we go out, and I tell you in detail?" Tenna suggested.

"Can't you just tell me now?" Battat grumbled.

He wasn't sure he could wait any longer, or that he would be comfortable hearing that in public.

Tenna leaned down. "Alright... a little teaser for you then."

He tilted Battat's head up, and Battat swore he must be able to heart his heart racing. He pressed a kiss to Battat's cheek.

"You're loyal," Tenna said, then kissed the corner of Battat's mouth. "You're attentive."

Battat's eyes fluttered shut as Tenna kissed him properly. It only lasted a second, and he pouted when Tenna pulled away.

"You're passionate," he said. "And... you're so, so cute."

He leaned back in, and Battat gripped his casing and tie fiercely, determined to keep him in place. Tenna hummed in approval when Battat tilted his head and opened his mouth. He felt like he was being driven insane by his lust for Tenna as their tongues tangled together. Unfortunately, he did need to breath, so he pulled away with a sharp gasp.

"I'll tell you the rest later," Tenna murmured, connecting their lips again.

Battat ran his tongue along Tenna's fangs, wondering how it would feel if Tenna bit down on him for real. He broke the kiss and mumbled,

"I think that date can wait 'til tomorrow."

Tenna nodded enthusiastically. "Okay, yeah, that sounds good."

He'd been at Tenna's place so many times in the past two months, but somehow it felt totally different now. It was as if the lack of secrets between them had made it more welcoming. Tenna's screen seemed even brighter than normal, lighting up the dark room enough that Battat winced and shielded his eyes.

"Sorry," Tenna said, lowering his brightness. "It that better?"

"Much," Battat said gratefully.

Tenna pulled his poncho over his head and tossed it to the side. Battat returned the favor by deftly removing his tie. When Tenna moved to undo his buttons, Battat stopped him.

"No," he said, "Let me do it."

Tenna nodded, and Battat slowly popped the buttons of his suit jacket. He tugged at it, and Tenna shrugged it off. He took Tenna's hand and peeled his gloves off; something about being allowed to see Tenna's bare hands felt so scandalous. He lifted his hand and kissed the back of it, relishing the flush that pixelated his screen. He did the same with his other hand before shifting his attention to Tenna's shirt. After each button, he ran his fingers reverently across the revealed metal. Once the shirt was open, he made no move to push it off, instead leaning back on his heels.

He allowed Tenna to rip his suspenders off and untuck his shirt before he grabbed his arm to stop him.

"Tenna," he murmured, "there's something I want to try with you."

"Oh?" Tenna said curiously.

"I want it," Battat breathed. "I wa— need you to fuck me."

The fan in Tenna's chest clicked on and steam poured out of his vents.

"O-oh," he stammered. "Are you sure?"

"Positive," Battat said, stroking along Tenna's casing. "I've been... practicing."

Tenna's fan stuttered, and his screen turned completely pink.

"Practicing?" he repeated.

"Mhm," Battat confirmed.

"Okay then," Tenna agreed.

At Tenna's words, Battat lay back on the bed, stretching out for a moment before spreading his legs invitingly.

"You gonna do something?" he asked.

Tenna lunged forward, smoothing his thumbs over Battat's hips before he hooked them under his waistband, lifting his hips to take his pants and boxers off in one go. He chuckled them to the side and fished the lube out of the nightstand, pouring some on his fingers. Battat's heart pounded in anticipation until he was distracted by Tenna slotting their lips together. He sighed into the kiss, entranced by the way Tenna's lips buzzed against his.

Tenna's finger pushed into him, and he jolted, breaking the kiss. Tenna huffed a laugh before leaning back. His finger moved easily, so Battat wasn't surprised when he warned,

"Adding another."

He was surprised, however, when Tenna lifted his leg, softly kissing his ankle and trailing up his leg. Battat sighed at the kisses to his thigh and closed his eyes to soak in the feeling of Tenna's fingers inside him and his mouth on his thigh. Then without warning, Tenna took his dick in his mouth, and Battat shouted in surprise.

"H-ha," he panted. "That was mean."

The corner of Tenna's mouth twitched in a way that Battat knew meant he thought it was hilarious but trying to keep that to himself. A third finger slid into him, and Battat moaned. Just when he feared that Tenna's hot mouth surrounding his dick and his fingers stroking and spreading him open were going to be too much, Tenna pulled off and licked his lips.

"I don't think it's gonna fit," he said worriedly.

"It will," Battat assured.

It needed to. He hadn't done all that preparation for nothing. Tenna hummed in acknowledgment, but his frown remained.

"If it hurts too much, I'll tell you to stop," Battat said.

"Promise?" Tenna asked.

Battat nodded. "Definitely."

Tenna pulled his fingers out slowly, and Battat winced. He watched as Tenna undid his belt and pulled off his own pants and underwear. His whole body thrummed with anticipation as Tenna slicked himself up.

"I think it might be easier if you're on top," he muttered.

That was already what Battat was used to, so that was fine by him. Moments later, he found himself perched on Tenna's hips. Taking a deep breath, he stood and lined himself up, gripping onto one of Tenna's hands for support. Tenna's other hand held Battat's hip as he gaged Battat's expression for any signs of discomfort.

Battat slowly lowered himself, gasping as he was stretched open on Tenna's cock. Sure, he'd experienced something similar while practicing, but it felt so different knowing the thing entering him was part of someone else's body, especially someone like Tenna. He winced, and Tenna's grip on his hip tightened, holding him in place.

"Too much?" Tenna asked.

Battat shook his head, a flurry of butterflies in his stomach.

"I just need a moment," he said, wrapping his free hand around his dick and teasingly stroking himself.

He tossed his head back as his hips jolted and slipped further down the length of Tenna's cock. He panted, alternating between bucking into his hand and fucking himself on Tenna.

He cracked his eyes open to see Tenna's screen flickering with static. He stilled his hips, and Tenna whimpered but did nothing to force him to move. A soft feeling settled in his chest.

As a reward, Battat lifted himself up a few inches before dropping back down. Tenna moaned wantonly. Battat repeated the maneuver a couple times, slipping further down after each one. He resumed stroking himself and pushing himself down more and more until he was fully seated on Tenna's hips.

He panted desperately. God, he was so full. It was too much; it was incredible. He was going to die here and now.

"I can't believe it fit," he gasped.

Tenna's hand pushed his shirt up and ran over his stomach, tracing the bulge made by Tenna's cock. Battat whined wordlessly.

"Wow," Tenna sighed, his screen flickering with static.

Battat felt like his body had been reduced to a sheath for Tenna. He tried to take as deep a breath as his lungs would allow.

"You're so tight," Tenna wheezed.

Battat laughed. "That's funny; I've never been so stretched out in my life."

He couldn't help but feel accomplished. He'd done it; he'd successfully taken Tenna's cock. He could only push himself up a couple inches before he sank back down, and it was good, but he needed more.

"Tenna," he said, "I need some help here."

Tenna wrapped his hand around Battat's waist, helping him bounce up and down. It was just fast enough to not tease and just slow enough to not be too overwhelming. Battat looked up at the ceiling, panting with exertion.

"How's that?" Tenna asked.

"Fuck, that's incredible," Battat moaned.

Tenna's other hand grabbed Battat's chin and tilted his head down.

"Look at me," he ordered.

His screen flickered and replaced his features with a visual of his cock fucking into Battat's ass.

"Oh god," Battat whined.

He gazed into Tenna's screen, watching Tenna's cock slide in and out of him. His eyes threatened to fall shut, and tears pooled in their corners. It was like the only thing that mattered was him, Tenna, and the pleasure they could give each other. He'd never been so turned on in his life.

Tenna's tail curled around Battat's dick and began stroking him. He moaned and tipped forward, one hand grasping Tenna's arm, and the other bracing on the plates of his stomach. It was almost too much. He tried to shift to get some relief, but he only successfully managed to push himself deeper onto Tenna's cock. He panted helplessly. No matter how he moved, he was assaulted by waves of pleasure.

"Tenna," he whined.

"T-too much?" Tenna asked, hot air coming out of his vents, and his screen flickering with static.

Battat was glad he wasn't the only one so affected. He shook his head.

"Would you mind..." he trailed off as words failed him, settling for making a twirling gesture with his hands.

Thankfully, Tenna understood and flipped them over, Battat sighing with relief as his back hit the mattress. Tenna thrust into him a couple times before he hummed thoughtfully.

"How would you feel about going on all fours?" he asked.

Battat snorted. It was like the moment Tenna got control, he was suddenly all cool and collected. But whether Tenna was restraining him and being assertive or whining breathlessly while Battat called the shots, Battat felt he had never been attracted to anyone more. In his opinion, both options were better than anyone else.

"Go for it," he said.

He regretted his decision as soon as Tenna pulled out. He gasped, clenching on nothing and feeling desperately empty. Tenna got off the bed and dragged him over to the edge, causing Battat to yelp in surprise. He shakily turned over and braced himself as Tenna grabbed his hips and slipped back into him. Tenna rubbed his hips soothingly while Battat reacquainted himself with the feeling.

"Tenna," he began, once he'd regained his bearings.

He shifted his arms up over his head, holding his wrists close together.

"Would you—" he continued.

Tenna's tail wrapped around his wrists, and Battat cut himself off with a gasp.

"Is this what you want?" Tenna asked.

Not exactly, but...

"This is better," he decided. "Okay, you can move."

Tenna obliged, and Battat sucked in a breath, surprised how much a different angle impacted the experience. He wasn't sure which one he liked more. Tenna pulled nearly all the way out before pushing back in, and tears sprung to his eyes as he moaned. He panted breathlessly and clenched his fists in the sheets, tears sliding down his cheeks as Tenna thrust into him.

He could feel the prick of Tenna's claws at his hips and the caress of Tenna's tail against his neck. He could feel the incredible drag of Tenna's cock moving in and out of him and the bursts of pleasure when Tenna hit his prostate.

He wanted so badly to reach down and stroke himself or grind against the mattress, but Tenna's hands on his hips and tail around his wrists prevented him. He was completely at Tenna's mercy. His elbows ached, and he was sure that without Tenna holding him up, he would have long since collapsed bonelessly against the mattress.

"Talk to me," Tenna said.

"Hnn... I can't," Battat moaned.

"You can," Tenna said, rolling his hips. "I want to hear you."

Battat whined. "It feels so good."

Tenna hummed encouragingly.

"It's— Fuck, it's perfect. You're perfect. God, I'm gonna die," he babbled.

Tenna picked up the pace, and Battat moaned so loudly it would have been embarrassing if he could think straight.

"Fuck, please! Tenna! Tenna, oh god!" he chanted. "Tenna, please t-touch me!"

"You can come without that, can't you?" Tenna said eagerly.

Trembling, Battat shook his head.

"I think you can," Tenna said. "You're so good; you don't need me to touch you."

Battat choked a sob. He wanted to be good for Tenna; he did, but he wasn't sure he could.

Tenna thrusted against his prostate, and he keened. He panted helplessly as Tenna pounded into the same spot. His fingers twisted in the sheets, threatening to tear them, and drool spilled from his mouth. He probably looked a mess, but he felt amazing.

"Come on, Battat," Tenna murmured. "Won't you give me what I want?"

Battat trembled, overcome with feeling. He closed his eyes, shaky breaths escaping him as his climax built before it suddenly crashed over him.

"Tenna," he whined. "I love you!"

He clenched around Tenna, shuddering as he came. He dimly heard Tenna curse and a loud tone before a rush of hot cum filled him. He moaned at the feeling, and a few moment later, Tenna's tail released him. Tenna pitched forward, barely catching himself before he crushed Battat. Breathing heavily, he carefully pulled out, and Battat collapsed onto the bed, ignoring the mess he was lying in.

"Thank you, Battat," Tenna sighed, running his hand soothingly over Battat's back. "That was lovely. You're amazing."

Battat hummed, bringing his hands down to rub his sore wrists.

"Do you just want to lie there for a minute, or...?" Tenna asked.

"This is fine," Battat mumbled. "Go run the bath."

"Yes sir," Tenna laughed.

The moment he left, Battat frowned. Why had he said that? He supposed it was probably true, but they had only just agreed to be an actual couple. This was mortifying. He stewed in his thoughts, berating himself for being an idiot when Tenna reappeared in the doorway, expression dropping at the sight of Battat's frown.

"Is something wrong?" he asked. "Did I do something wrong?"

Battat pushed himself up and shook his head vigorously.

"No! No, you didn't do anything!" he denied. "I just... said something dumb."

Tenna's antenna twitched. "It was just the heat of the moment, right? You didn't mean it?"

Battat should have been grateful for the out, but something about his words sounded sad.

"I... I think I did mean it," he whispered.

Tenna perked up. "Really?" he asked excitedly.

"Y-yeah, but we haven't even gone on a date yet!" Battat exclaimed. "We haven't even discussed how pub—"

"We can discuss it later," Tenna said, picking him up to cradle him in his arms. "And I lo—"

"Don't say it!" Battat hissed, covering Tenna's mouth with his hand. "I won't hear it when I look like this."

It was a meaningless gesture. Tenna's speakers remained completely unaffected, but he just smiled, a flower blooming out of his nose.

"What are you so happy about?" Battat grumbled.

"You love me," Tenna said giddily, bringing Battat into the bathroom.

"Pretend you didn't hear that," Battat grumbled as he was set in the water. "I'll tell you properly some other time, and it'll be super meaningful."

"Mhm," Tenna agreed. "I'll look forward to it."

His tail clacked noisily against the tile, and Battat sighed. He leaned back against the wall of the tub, eyes falling shut as the man he loved took care of him. Who cared if he had no more luck left? He'd already won the jackpot with this one.

Notes:

i actually finished writing this almost a full day ago, but didn't have the time to edit it until after work today. i've never had such a long gap between finishing a fic and posting it, so i second-guessed myself a ton and almost deleted it five times. i feel that writing sex is one of my biggest weak points, so god knows why i decided to write a fic that's 90% smut

anyway, i tried really hard to make this at least somewhat enjoyable. in my heart of hearts i wanted to make them freaky, but i know i already stretched the limits of my writing capabilities here, so hopefully this is passable if a little bland

and if you remembered what i said last time about more pluey and jongler and got your hopes up, i am sorry. it's not that i lied; it's just that i failed

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