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Where had it all gone so wrong? NEO had been so sure of himself when he’d arrived in TV World. He’d had a perfect plan!
Step 1: Give Toothpaste Boy the slip in Castle Town (done, that kid is too trusting for his own good)
Step 2: Get to TV World (done, thanks to this new [[HEAVENLY]] [workout-ready body]])
Step 3: Locate [[IDIOT BOX]] (done, he was impossible to miss)
Step 4: Kill [[IDIOT BOX]] (Ok, here’s where we run into some issues)
Not only could Tenna put up a lot more of a fight than NEO had anticipated, but then they had quickly devolved from what he assumed would be a fight to the death to…
Well…
“Mmmgh, Angel… you’ve got some NERVE coming back here!” growled Tenna, fangs nipping along the column of his neck, the fluff on it rising helplessly in his wake. NEO gasped, squirming with unwanted pleasure as he flexed his hands, trapped beneath his ex-partner’s against the wall of Tenna’s private suite. Fuck, this felt amaaaaziiiiing…
After a decade being trapped as a damn puppet with muted sensations and no action whatsoever, being NEO gave him everything he could have imagined and more. Power. Freedom. Sensation. It was so much. It was almost too much. And now that goddamn box-headed son of a bitch was playing him like a fiddle as if he had a cheat code to it!
“ME?? YOU HAVE S-SOME [[Nerve pain is a symptom of]] BEING ALIVE AFTER WHAT YOU P-P-PULLED, TIN CAN!” His voice pitched embarrassingly as Tenna bit down on a particularly sensitive spot.
“Oh-ho-ho, what I—? Oh that is RICH, coming from the—wow, you’re so sensitive—con-man who RAN OUT ON ME!”
“WHAT??” NEO opened his mouth to curse out Tenna, but instead was met with a bruising, frantic, needy kiss. He moaned into Tenna’s mouth, their tongues tangling as they explored each others’ mouths properly for the first time in a decade. Tenna released his hands to grip his face tenderly instead, holding him like he was terrified he was going to disappear.
Ok, your hands are free! Time to rip off a body part! ordered the part of him that had planned all of this. But that part of him was losing the war to the part of him that was screaming to never, ever let go of Tenna again, to beg for the CRT’s forgiveness and make some grandiose declaration of love and then fuck him senseless.
No, no, we HATE him! I…I HATE you, [[IDIOT BOX!]] he thought frantically as Tenna dragged him blindly towards the bed, yanking off his tailcoat and other pesky items of clothing.
Mmmm, yes… He clawed at Tenna’s shirt, ripping it open and tearing several buttons loose. Tenna made some kind of vaguely annoyed noise but didn’t do anything to stop him as he sat hard on the bedspread, yanking NEO unceremoniously into his lap. The sudden shock of heat of Tenna’s clothed cock against his groin dragged a bitcrushed groan from him and he slapped a hand over his mouth, feeling his face get hot. His brain felt like it was melting. He didn’t know what impulses to follow at this point.
“Angel, I missed you,” Tenna’s voice broke and NEO—Spamton—blinked down at him. Tenna was looking up at him like he was seeing [[H E A V E N]] and it made NEO’s heart shudder inside its chest panel. “Why did you leave, Spamton? Where did you go?”
“I—YOU WOULDN’T UNDERST-STAND—IT—I WAS—[[HYPERLINKED BLOCKED]]—NO, I—” Don’t think of it don’t think of it— Spamton’s clenched fists pressed against his head, and Tenna reached up and gently caught one hand. He pulled it to his mouth, kissing his palm, and Spamton shivered as his jarring thoughts began to settle.
“It was… it was really bad, wasn’t it?”
He looked away, swallowed hard. “I DON’T WANT TO [[Talk now for just $29.99]] A-ABOUT IT, TRASH HEAP.”
“Fine.” Tenna’s voice hardened and suddenly NEO found himself on his back on Tenna’s tacky bedsheets, wings spread awkwardly beneath him. Tenna crawled atop him, looking determined. “Don’t tell me. But we are talking about this later.”
“WHO DIED AND MADE YOU [[God help me?]]” snapped NEO, mindlessly raising his hips and trying to get some kind of friction against his nemesis—lover—whatever. His cock was twitching desperately under the fabric hanging off his belt.
“Um, I’m the BOSS here, Spamton, and if I say we’re having this conversation we… we darn well are!”
“STILL CAN’T [[censors off]] HUH, BOOBTUBE?” teased NEO, grinning as Tenna’s screen flushed pink.
“Shut up,” he grumped, antennae twisting in embarrassment. He glanced down. “Don’t suppose you can take your boots off in my bed?”
NEO scuffed the heels of his boots against the blanket defiantly just to make Tenna angrier. Tenna scowled. “Brat.”
“M-MAKE ME [[stop in the name of love]],” replied NEO, digging his claws into Tenna’s chassis, yanking him down into a rough kiss, teeth clicking against Tenna’s screen. Tenna’s muffled cry of surprise boosted his ego and without thinking one hand went up to Tenna’s bezel buttons and pressed down on the first ones he found.
“OH, f—f-f-f— Spammy!” came the high-pitched moan, and NEO sighed raggedly as Tenna ground down against him, finally delivering some of that friction he was desperate for. He rocked his hips up against Tenna, hoping the damn idiot would notice his hard-on and do something about it. And if he thought it looked weird? Well, too bad, NEO would just shove it down his throat or something. Tenna would probably like that too, the pathetic hunk of junk.
“DON’T [[call today!]] ME ‘S-SPAMMY,’ YOU DON’T DESERVE TO,” he snarled, steam hissing from between his teeth as Tenna lifted his hips again and ground against him more purposefully.
Tenna pouted at him. Then his attention was drawn southwards, as he curiously made his way down NEO’s body, and NEO, wondering how exactly they’d gotten to this point, squirmed and sighed under each curious touch.
“Is all of this part of you, Spa—er, Spamton?” asked the TV Darkner, probing curiously at his belt and the black armor around it. Sooooo close… His cock nearly thrashed with anticipation.
“YES? NO? [[maybe so]] I’M NOT S-SURE,” admitted NEO breathlessly, twisting his hips and hoping the blockhead would take a hint already.
“How can you not be sure?”
“ARE YOU GOING TO DO SOMETHING OR YOU GOING TO KEEP [[motormouth,]] IDIOT BOX?” snapped NEO in lieu of an answer. If killing Tenna wasn’t on the agenda today he was damn well going to use him to get off instead. He deserved it, certainly more than his traitorous bastard ex did!
“Oh I’m SORRY, I didn’t realize this was all about you!” shot back Tenna, sitting up on his knees (Spamton nearly cried in despair) and planting his fists on his hips. “You really think you’re calling the shots around here, huh, big shot? You think you get to show up after being gone for 10 YEARS and order me around in my bed?”
“Y-YES! I HAVE A [[HEAVENLY]] [[beach-ready bod]] NOW, NO ONE IS TELLING ME WHAT DO EVER AGAIN!” NEO pushed himself up on his elbows, wings twitching and fluttering in agitation, neck fur puffed out like an irate cat. “ARE YOU GOING TO [[Make a move]] OR DO I HAVE TO STUFF IT DOWN YOUR THROAT?”
Tenna’s antennae twitched upwards and he shuddered lightly at that suggestion, though his scowl remained in place. His blush darkened. “You little sh—” He caught himself. “I guess your body finally matches your ego,” he sneered, and yanked the cloth over Spamton’s crotch aside. The black tentacle twitched, eagerly reaching towards him, as his screen registered surprise. “Oh my!”
NEO found himself almost curling up self-protectively, suddenly terrified of Tenna’s derision or worse, his disgust. Sure, it wasn’t exactly like what he’d had back in the day, but it still worked fine, and it was… there wasn’t anything wrong with it, was there?
“I KNOW I-IT’S [[knot]]—”
Tenna’s curious stroking cut off his hasty explanation with a guttural moan. “No, it’s fine, it’s just… it’s so… responsive. I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting a, um, a tentacle—” He gave it a firmer stroke, not at all grossed out by how it twisted around his hand, trailing dark iridescent precum in its wake. “But I can definitely work with this! Now, let’s see…” He gently nudged NEO’s legs aside, situating himself between them. NEO gasped, arching his hips up as Tenna’s fingers trailed down from the base of his tenta-dick to the wet, darkly glistening slit beneath. “Oh, you do still have both! Excellent.”
“T-T-T—” NEO couldn’t get his name out as Tenna slid a finger down the slit and a thousand sparks of sensation lit up in his system. After a decade of dulled senses, the NEO body made everything [[Bigger and Better Than Ever,]] and he was going to lose his mind if Tenna didn’t do something, anything—
“Hmmm…” Tenna put his finger in his mouth, letting Spamton—NEO—see him lick it clean unhurriedly. The goddamn boobtube really was going to be the death of him. “What to do, what to do?” he mused, as though NEO wasn’t all but silently screaming to get off underneath him. Bastard wanted him to beg. Well, tough shit, because NEO—
“P-PLEASE, PLEASE, JUST [[touch me, kiss me]] PLEASE!”
Noooooo! NEO’s pride crumbled away as Tenna’s fanged grin split his blacked-out screen. He shivered. Oh, he was in trouble.
“Good boy.” Tenna encouraged him to scooch upwards a bit so he had more room to work, and he did so eagerly (quietly despairing at how pathetic he must seem), spreading his legs as Tenna crouched down between them.
“W-WAIT—” Tenna licked a wet stripe up his pussy and NEO choked on his words, throwing his head back. HOLY CUNGADERO—
Almost more than revenge, this was what he had been missing with Tenna. Intimacy. He could barely say it to himself but [[H E A V E N]] how he had missed him, even when he’d spent years cursing his name inside that dumpster in Cyber City.
Eagerly Tenna buried his screen between his thighs and NEO’s legs twitched as he felt that clever tongue slide between his folds, lapping at him, as one hand gripped a thigh and the other gently caught his wriggling cock, stroking it. As big as NEO was compared to his old self, Tenna couldn’t just get everything into his mouth at once the way he used to, but this was certainly a fine alternative—
“AH!” Tenna did something with his wrist and his cock squirmed, drooling precum everywhere as NEO felt something deep in his guts turn molten. How did Tenna just—just take him apart like this, like it was nothing, even after ten years apart? He should have been angry, he should be kicking the CRT in the face for his impudence, his fucking audacity— he could have at least acted afraid and instead he had Spamton writhing and pleading to come under him? It was pathetic—it was—
As though reading his mind, Tenna latched onto his cunt harder, sucking mercilessly at every drop of slick he could get, and that heat inside NEO started to peak. Not yet—he couldn’t come yet—
“T-T-TRA-ASHHHHH HEAP, Nnnn… h-HAhhh… I—” His voice became rough with static as Tenna squeezed his cock firmly from root to tip, humming against his cunt. The heat burst out of him like an erupting volcano.
With a grating, incoherent howl, Spamton came harder than he had in the past decade at least, thrusting against Tenna’s screen as his cock throbbed and pulsed in the TV’s grip. Tenna sucked at his clenching, throbbing cunt as NEO was battered helplessly by waves of his orgasm, both hands coming up to claw uselessly at his head as he needed something to ground him. Tenna showed him no mercy, milking him for everything he had, and God it felt like it was never going to stop. He was going to short out from overstimulation, he was going to die—
“Oh Angel, Spammy~” Tenna’s voice, thick with lust, finally broke through the fading haze of orgasm as his body settled down. He was too whacked out to berate Tenna for using that stupid nickname, managing a barely coherent moan instead of an actual response. His body slumped back against the bed bonelessly as his Tenna finally let his limp cock slide out of his hand and sat upright. His screen was dripping with NEO’s release, though he scarcely seemed to care as he crawled upwards, looming over his… What were they now? Enemies with benefits? Was that a thing—?
NEO’s delirious musings were cut short by a fierce, desperate kiss. He moaned as he tasted himself, the sharp acidic flavor still a surprise to him. Tenna pulled back, panting, and made a half hearted attempt at wiping his screen off with the blanket.
“You’re beautiful,” he mumbled, clearing his throat. NEO partially wanted to agree with him—yes this body WAS beautiful—and partially wanted to blush and dismiss that claim. Fuck, he was blushing.
Tenna sat astride him, mercifully not kneeling on his wings. “You’re beautiful, you’re amazing, I missed you so much!”
“OK OK CATHODE, TAKE IT EASY ON THE [[positive reinforcement]], I KNOW YOU’RE JUST SAYING THAT,” he tried to grumble, unable to be too annoyed at the praise. Maybe Tenna really did—no, Tenna was just trying to get off like he was, nothing more, nothing less.
He’s a user, just like you are. Never forget that! he reminded himself coldly, although the words seemed to ring a little hollow.
“No, I mean it,” insisted Tenna, squeezing one of Spamton’s hands. “Did… did you miss me?”
Yes! “N-NO.”
“Mmmm… I think you missed me a liiiiiittle.” Goddamn infuriating—
“DID YOU [[signs of dementia include]] THAT I CAME HERE TO KILL YOUR ASS, [[10% OFF?]]”
“Yeah, and I have to say, I can’t rate your ~performance~ on that too highly.” The stupid CRT had the audacity to actually laugh at him. “I think I prefer this instead.”
“DON’T M-MAKE ME RIP THOSE [[rabbit ears]] OFF YOUR BIG STUPID HEAD.” The threat was half-hearted. Stupid Tenna and his stupid laugh, bringing back all those memories.
“Spamton…” Tenna’s hand moved slowly back down NEO’s torso and he inhaled sharply, feeling his arousal begin to burn again. God, he was really desperate, wasn’t he? He should have been mortified. He was still pissed at Tenna, and part of him still wanted to hurt the CRT, but damn it, he had missed this!
“WHAT DO YOU TH-THINK YOU’RE—nnngggh….” Tenna rocked back and he felt the Boss Darkner’s heavy cock slide against his own, which wriggled in interest from the friction. Tenna was biting his lip, and as NEO watched a bead of silvery, staticky precum dripped from that oh-so-familiar purple-grey rod. To his growing humiliation, he felt a new flood of wetness below as everything responded to the sight like no time had passed at all. Like Tenna had conditioned him or something. “F-FUCK—”
“Want to go again?” panted Tenna, who had begun a slow, delicious grinding rhythm. NEO’s pulse raced and he was briefly afraid that his heart would make an appearance. He could practically hear it rattling against his chest panel. Apparently the little idiot hadn’t gotten the memo that he wasn’t in love with Tenn and was just using him to get off. Before he killed him. Yeah. That was totally the plan.
OH, right there—!
He pushed up against Tenna, his dick slithering around Tenna’s like it had a mind of its own and squeezing the other’s cock. Tenna gasped.
“Oh, Spamt—how are you doing that? It feels amazing…”
“I DON’T [[know much about]] HOW, IDIOT BOX, IT JUST REACTS ON ITS OWN—”
“I think it ~likes me~” cooed Tenna as he looked down to where they were connected. NEO wanted to slap that dumb sappy look off his face, but the wet, obscene slide of their dicks was too distracting. He swallowed dryly.
“T-T-T—CATHODE.”
“Y-yes?”
“I—” His face burned. He wanted Tenna inside him so badly but his pride rankled against the idea. He looked down. His torso was growing wet with their combined precum as his cock continued to writhe around Tenna’s like it was trying to milk everything out of him. Fuuuuuck.
“Use your words~”
“SHUT THE F-F-F-[[50% Off]] CATHODE. JUST FUCK ME ALREADY,” he groaned, waving the metaphorical white flag. Tenna’s rhythm staggered slightly.
“Are you serious? Oh, Spammy~” Tenna’s antennae curled into a heart and NEO wanted to die from embarrassment.
“I T-TOLD YOU NOT TO C-CALL ME THAT!” he shouted, covering his bright red face with both hands.
“Sorry, darli—erm.” NEO damn near had a heart attack. Tenna was not using pet names on him after a decade of leaving him in the garbage. Oh no. He wouldn’t dare.
NEO surged upright and seized Tenna by his antennae, ignoring the slutty moan he got as a result. He dragged the CRT close.
“CUT THE [[Cutey Kissy]] CRAP. THIS IS JUST F-F-F-FUCKING. UNDERST-STAND? I’M NOT YOUR D-DARLING OR $-S-S—” He couldn’t even finish the word. Tenna’s mouth twitched and NEO tightened his grip, forcing another moan from him. “I-I’M NOT YOUR ANYTHING 4NYM-MORE.”
It was true so why did it hurt so much to say it? His heart was breaking. It’s already broken, thanks to this asshole, he reminded himself.
Tenna looked hurt and Spamton felt a stab of guilt that he brushed aside. Remember everything he did to you! Abandoned you!
If he really abandoned me, why is he so happy to be with me again…? Even after I tried to kill him?
“Roll over.”
“...WH-WHAT?”
“I said—” Tenna pushed his hand off his antennae firmly, his screen dark and unreadable, “roll over.” NEO let out a startled yelp as Tenna grabbed his hips and flipped him over. He caught himself before he faceplanted on the pillows. He glared back at Tenna, whose screen was still infuriatingly blank as he pulled his hips upwards. NEO’s wings flapped in irritation and he stretched them, grateful not to be lying on them anymore.
“You want this to just be f-f-f—” Tenna let out an annoyed huff, “screwing? We can do that.”
“CATH—Hhhhuuuuhh!” NEO felt like Tenna had knocked the breath out of him as the bastard pushed all the way into him in one hard stroke. He now was grateful Tenna had gone down on him before or this might have actually hurt. A glitchy moan escaped him as he felt how perfectly Tenna fit inside him, the way he squeezed tightly around each inch of his ex’s length. Now that they were close to the same size, that slightly painful aspect of penetration that had existed when he was an addison was gone, but being filled by Tenna again was scratching some deep-seated itch in him he didn’t even know was there.
“HUH… EAGER,” he growled, arching his back, getting Tenna in as deep as possible. The CRT huffed and NEO looked at him over his shoulder. He wasn’t smiling. NEO must have actually struck a nerve. He almost wanted to apologize. No! barked his pride.
“I’m going to screw you until you can’t think,” hissed Tenna in a shaky, staticky voice that NEO had rarely heard in the past. “And then you can…” His fingers tightened on NEO’s hips, “you can leave, if you want,” he finished, voice trembling.
Was that what NEO wanted? Just to leave?
Was that what Spamton wanted?
He didn’t have time to think about it as Tenna pulled nearly all the way out and slammed back into him, setting up a punishing pace without giving NEO time to adjust. No build-up and no sweet words.
Well. Of course not.
NEO clawed at the bedspread and pillows as each stroke shoved him forward slightly, filling him so deeply he wanted to whimper. He forced himself not to. He reached down—
And Tenna caught his hand before he could touch his cock and pinned it to the bedspread.
“IDIOT BOX, WHAT ARE—” His angry tirade was cut off as Tenna plunged into him hard enough to wrench an embarrassing, desperate mewl from him. He looked back at Tenna, who was steaming as he got more and more worked up.
“Shut up and listen to me,” growled the CRT, not breaking his rhythm. “I know you’re angry… and I’m so angry at you… but I… God, Spamton, can’t you just accept I missed you because I-I missed you?”
NEO was stunned. This was the last place he was expecting a confession. He didn’t know what to say so he slumped down on his forearms, waiting silently.
“Not f-for your secret or your… any of that! I cared about YOU! And you left me!”
Tenna’s thrusts became more erratic and harder as his emotions visibly spiraled. “I—I didn’t—I thought what we had meant something to you!” Oh God, he was going to start crying. Crying during sex wasn’t that uncommon for Tenna but usually it wasn’t because he was pouring his guts out at the same time as he was trying to fuck Spamton senseless.
“CATH—”
“You won’t even use my name anymore!”
“I C-CAN’T—”
Tenna’s grip on his thigh intensified until Spamton was sure he was going to leave dents. “I have a name. Say my name or I won’t let you finish,” he snarled, his other hand moving to Spamton’s cock, gripping it tightly. NEO briefly thought about fighting him off but he couldn’t bear the idea of Tenna not being inside him right now. He knew if he pushed Tenna away now, the CRT might not let him get close ever again.
“I—I—T-T-T-”
Why couldn’t he just say it? He’d spent so long cursing Tenna’s name that it was like there was an internal block. He felt tears of frustration building in his eyes.
“YOU’RE [[unfair]] CATHODE—!”
“Unfair?!” Tenna panted, fucking him harder. “You won’t open up to me a-about anything! Don’t talk to me about unfair!”
“T-T—[[10% OFF]]—”
“Spamton, please—”
Even with Tenna’s threat, he was going to come. He was overwhelmed. He felt like he was liquefying, that everything was just going to pour out of him in one big ugly mess of emotion. But what a beautiful disaster it would be.
“T-T-TE—TE-E—” He could say it, he could!
“Spammy… Please… I… please don’t leave me again,” sobbed Tenna, and Spamton felt his screen press against his back, tears dampening the black armor. “Please…”
“T—” He gritted his teeth so hard he was afraid he’d break them. “T-TEN-NA… T-ENNA!” Tears were trickling down Spamton’s cheeks. He just wanted to come, just wanted to scream, just wanted to push Tenna away and just wanted to hold him and never let go—
“Oh God, yes, Spammy, yes!” Tenna stroked him and Spamton almost cried again, this time with relief. Tenna was murmuring words of praise against his back between sobs thrusting harder, and Spamton pushed back to get that perfect angle—there!
“C-CLOSE—”
“Me t-too—” Tenna kissed his back, between his wings. “I missed you so much!”
“T—TE—” A glitchy cry of ecstasy cut off whatever he’d been trying to say. He didn’t even know anymore. His brain was going to combust. He reached back and grabbed Tenna’s arm, just needing to touch him somewhere.
“Can you come for me, Spammy?” He was in too deep to tell Tenna off for the nickname. He whimpered, burying his face in the pillow, tearing at it with his teeth, heedless of how his specs were slipping off. His wings fluttered and trembled. He was so close—
Tenna plunged into him just so—
Spamton howled wordlessly as he clenched tight around his—his Tenna—and his cock swelled and pulsed and splattered cum everywhere. He was clawing holes into Tenna’s bed—didn’t matter—
“I LOVE you!” gasped Tenna, as he came inside Spamton with a shudder. The sensation of Tenna’s hot release inside him after so long came as a shock, but it felt so familiar and so good—Spamton groaned, trying to draw out his own orgasm as the CRT slumped down over him, shaky moans the only sound he could manage.
Wait—had Tenna just said—
“I’m sorry, Spammy,” came the sob behind him. Spamton managed to lift his head, exhausted, and peered back at Tenna. Fat tears were dripping down his screen, falling onto Spamton’s back with little plats. “I’m s-s-so sorry, I’m sorry for everything. It’s my fault you left, and I know you must h-hate me—”
“T-T-T—” He gritted his teeth. He could do this. “TE-TENS.” Good enough. “STOP. IT’S NOT—IT’S NOT—IT’S N-N-[[it’s complicated]],” he managed weakly. That was going to have to be enough of an explanation for now. “I’M NOT—I DON’T [[enemies for life]]—” Just say it. “I DON’T H-H8 YOU.”
Tenna looked up at him, mouth trembling. “Y-you don’t?”
“N-NO.” Maybe he had, or maybe he’d just told himself he had. Now he couldn’t imagine hating Tenna. Angry, sure. But he’d never truly hated him.
“I—I’m—Angel, I’m a mess. I’m sorry I—” Tenna gestured vaguely. “Oh God. I had no right to do that to you,” he added, looking ashamed.
“I-IT WAS,” Amazing, do it again, he wanted to say, but bit back on that. “IT’S OK, CATHODE. I’M OK. B-BETTER THAN OK.” In spite of his roiling emotions, he could feel that honeyed warmth of afterglow, relaxing his body and calming his mind at least for a little while.
Tenna withdrew from him, and Spamton sat upright on his knees, stretching his arms. His heart was battering his chest panel, desperate to come out, but he pressed one hand firmly against it. Not right now. He looked back.
Tenna looked rather small and pathetic, tapping his fingers together and looking askance. After all his big talk, the Boss Darkner seemed at a loss for what to do. He noticed Spamton staring and took a breath, clearing his throat.
“I. Um. C-can I hold you?”
Spamton sighed. He was so tired of fighting it. “...Y-YEAH.”
So Tenna did. And Spamton was, for once, content.