Fillathon Post 23
Title: Gratitude
Characters: Mechakara, Lewis
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Dub-cony sex
Summary: Fill for this prompt, part of My Problem. Mechakara has to thank his writer.
At first, he thought it was just Linkara, coming to ask for something completely ludicrous again.
But then Lewis looked closer and realized something was wrong. The eyes were too still and he was wearing black gloves.
“Mechakara!” Lewis shouted, hoping to trick him. “I should have known!”
“Spare me, meatbag,” the robot said. “I am not here to harm you.”
Lewis was rather surprised. “You aren’t?” he said. “But…”
“I am here to express my gratitude,” Mechakara did. “In spite of everything, you have ensured my dignity. You allowed me to remain what I am through your silly movie in space.”
“Oh,” Lewis said. “Well…it was, um…look, I knew what Doug would do if I just let him write you without guidance…but…um…why are you thanking me? You died at the end!”
Mechakara laughed. “As if you would keep me dead,” he said. “I’ve already heard you have plans to return me to the story.”
“Well…yes,” Lewis admitted. “So how did you get here, anyway? I haven’t written you back in yet.”
“The Plothole does not discriminate between living and dead when we make the crossing. So I have come to thank you for allowing me to remain serious and threatening.”
“You’re welcome,” Lewis said, hoping to end this interview quickly. “So, um…if you go back, I’ll probably have you back in the story in the next year or so…”
“I’m not finished,” Mechakara interrupted. “While I do not understand your thinking, I do know how gratitude toward a creator is expressed.” He walked to Lewis. “And I would ensure that Linkara is not the only one winning favors.”
Lewis didn’t know what to say. He could only stand there, shocked, as Mechakara backed him into a wall and placed one hand-the flesh one, thank God-on the front of Lewis’s jeans. “Do you desire this?” Mechakara asked.
He considered saying no. Refusing the offer and sending Mechakara along. But it had been a while since Linkara had come and Lewis was really starting to miss him. “Yes,” he whispered.
Mechakara dropped to his knees and undid Lewis’s jeans. His mouth went to work almost instantly, swallowing better than even Linkara could. Lewis knew it was wrong on so many levels, but he couldn’t help but like it. Mechakara was rougher than Linkara, but he didn’t have the same limitations. Lewis merely stood there, enjoying it.
It didn’t last too long. Mechakara swallowed without complaint before standing up.
“That’s not going to affect your circuitry, is it?” Lewis asked.
“No,” Mechakara said. “I was built to be able to tolerate most liquids.”
“I don’t think Linkara had semen in mind when he designed you,” Lewis muttered.
“You would be shocked what the Linkara of my original universe had in mind.” Mechakara smirked at Lewis. “But for now…I should go back. I’ll be waiting for you to bring my life in that world back.”
“You still won’t win,” Lewis said.
“I know,” Mechakara said. “But just fighting him is enough.”
Characters: Mechakara, Lewis
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Dub-cony sex
Summary: Fill for this prompt, part of My Problem. Mechakara has to thank his writer.
At first, he thought it was just Linkara, coming to ask for something completely ludicrous again.
But then Lewis looked closer and realized something was wrong. The eyes were too still and he was wearing black gloves.
“Mechakara!” Lewis shouted, hoping to trick him. “I should have known!”
“Spare me, meatbag,” the robot said. “I am not here to harm you.”
Lewis was rather surprised. “You aren’t?” he said. “But…”
“I am here to express my gratitude,” Mechakara did. “In spite of everything, you have ensured my dignity. You allowed me to remain what I am through your silly movie in space.”
“Oh,” Lewis said. “Well…it was, um…look, I knew what Doug would do if I just let him write you without guidance…but…um…why are you thanking me? You died at the end!”
Mechakara laughed. “As if you would keep me dead,” he said. “I’ve already heard you have plans to return me to the story.”
“Well…yes,” Lewis admitted. “So how did you get here, anyway? I haven’t written you back in yet.”
“The Plothole does not discriminate between living and dead when we make the crossing. So I have come to thank you for allowing me to remain serious and threatening.”
“You’re welcome,” Lewis said, hoping to end this interview quickly. “So, um…if you go back, I’ll probably have you back in the story in the next year or so…”
“I’m not finished,” Mechakara interrupted. “While I do not understand your thinking, I do know how gratitude toward a creator is expressed.” He walked to Lewis. “And I would ensure that Linkara is not the only one winning favors.”
Lewis didn’t know what to say. He could only stand there, shocked, as Mechakara backed him into a wall and placed one hand-the flesh one, thank God-on the front of Lewis’s jeans. “Do you desire this?” Mechakara asked.
He considered saying no. Refusing the offer and sending Mechakara along. But it had been a while since Linkara had come and Lewis was really starting to miss him. “Yes,” he whispered.
Mechakara dropped to his knees and undid Lewis’s jeans. His mouth went to work almost instantly, swallowing better than even Linkara could. Lewis knew it was wrong on so many levels, but he couldn’t help but like it. Mechakara was rougher than Linkara, but he didn’t have the same limitations. Lewis merely stood there, enjoying it.
It didn’t last too long. Mechakara swallowed without complaint before standing up.
“That’s not going to affect your circuitry, is it?” Lewis asked.
“No,” Mechakara said. “I was built to be able to tolerate most liquids.”
“I don’t think Linkara had semen in mind when he designed you,” Lewis muttered.
“You would be shocked what the Linkara of my original universe had in mind.” Mechakara smirked at Lewis. “But for now…I should go back. I’ll be waiting for you to bring my life in that world back.”
“You still won’t win,” Lewis said.
“I know,” Mechakara said. “But just fighting him is enough.”