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Because I'm an Innovator? Tieria shook his head. His hair swayed, and flickered through his head. He hadn't made his form solid enough, it seemed. He reached out one hand, and tried to touch Lockon. He wasn't sure if he could. It wasn't like touching a solid object. His fingers brushed over Lockon's arm, and it felt like an electric shock. Tieria's form shivered, and he wasn't sure why. I missed you.
'I missed you too.' Lockon's hand grasped hold of his, and Tieria felt suddenly warm. Logically, he knew there wasn't any heat, but that didn't make him feel any different. 'I haven't been able to talk to anyone for four years.' Tieria nodded, and moved forwards.
When he embraced Lockon it felt like a current pulsing through his body. He pulled as close as he could. Even though he wasn't really touching a physical body, he could feel Lockon around him. Feel warmth against his skin and hands pressed against his back and fingertips trailing down his back. This was real. The light all around them dimmed to a soft glow and the shapes melded into soft, amorphous forms as Tieria sank into Lockon's embrace. This was home.
I will write the sex, I just wanted to set the story up first.
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thank you! tis makes me sooo happy...*OP*
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I don't know. He moved away slightly, and placed his hands around Lockon's face. His fingers traced the line of Lockon's eyepatch. Why did he still have that, if he was dead and the rest of his body was whole? He stroked his fingers across it; they passed through his Lockon's hair as well, in a scattering of light. I'm sorry. My form isn't very solid.
'Neither is mine, really.' Lockon's hand rested on Tieria's shoulder, slipping through the form of the cardigan and onto skin, that wasn't skin really but Tieria couldn't think to call it another name. Lockon chuckled, and it reverberated throughout the surrounding environment, making the shifting, puffy shapes shake. When Tieria looked at them now, they resembled yellow and pink clouds moving slowly across a warm orange sky. Regene had informed him before that his consciousness affected the surrounding environment. He felt calm. Lockon's hand waved through his arm. 'It tickles.' He moved his hand away abruptly, and the clouds stopped moving. 'Sorry. I got carried away. I don't feel much anymore.'
I don't mind. Tieria moved his fingers down Lockon's cheeks. He felt solid, more solid than himself. Tieria wanted to be able hold onto him, for fear that Lockon would slip away.
'Veda's pretty big,' Lockon said as he followed Tieria. It had been a while since they'd met up again, and Lockon had left and come back in that time. 'I didn't think that the inside of a computer would look like this.'
What does it look like to you?
'Colours everywhere. Weird shapes and numbers that move all over the place. It's like a trip.' Lockon laughed. 'Not that I know what a trip is like from experience, of course.' He smiled. Tieria nodded, and folded his arms. His form was better defined now, after fourteen hours. He hadn't previously made one because it made navigating Veda more difficult. Nonetheless, he found he enjoyed having something like a real body again.
It's my consciousness, Tieria explained. In a way. It's a visual representation of my thought processes. Lockon nodded, and reached out one hand into a data stream; the flowing characters scattered, and then immediately flew back into place. He took a step back, and watched the stream flow past. How did you get into Veda?
'Now that's a good question.' Lockon drifted towards Tieria. 'I found the computer mainframe, following you, and I just walked into it. I don't know if that makes sense.' Perhaps Lockon's 'ghost' was simply his mind. Tieria wouldn't think it possible, if he himself wasn't simply a consciousness. He looked around. 'Floating around in here, it's like walking on something that's there but you can't see it or even truly feel it under your feet.'
But you can feel this, can't you? Tieria grasped hold of Lockon's hand.
'Yeah. But it's not like touching something like I did when I was alive. It's strange.' Tieria let go of his hand abruptly. 'I didn't mean it was bad. Just different.' Lockon took hold of Tieria's hand and gripped it tightly, and there was a spark. White-hot currents jolted from the touch, and warmth spread out through his whole body. Rolling clouds slowed their movement across the sky of Veda's information highway as the orange tones brightened and became soft yellows.
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It wasn't intentional.
'You seem happy.' Lockon smiled. Tieria nodded. Perhaps the sensations he felt were only data, or electricity, but in the end, wasn't that what human thoughts and emotions were, electrochemical signals?
How long have you been alone? Tieria asked.
'Longer than four years.' Lockon's smile lacked something; it had taken Tieria a long time to recognise the signals and body language of people, to learn that it was sometimes necessary to look past the obvious.
He leaned his head up, and pressed his lips against Lockon's mouth. They felt soft. He didn't know if that was just his imagination. He closed his eyes, though he wasn't sure why, he could still see everything no matter what. Lockon's fingers ran through his hair; it crackled and wavered as he touched it. Lockon...
'Yes?'
Is this all right?
'I don't mind.' Lockon's hand ruffled his hair gently, sending it into a disarray of coding that broke away and drifted into the clouds. It didn't matter. The sleeves of his cardigan broke apart when he flung his arms around Lockon and held him, and pressed hands that weren't quite solid against his back. 'You're so different,' Lockon said, and reciprocated the embrace.
I wanted to change. Lockon pulled away, and nodded.
'Me too.'
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Lockon, let's move somewhere else.
'Where?' Lockon looked around. 'So, parts of this place look different than this?'
Yes. Tieria grasped hold of Lockon's hands with his own shaky, half-formed hands.
'Is there anywhere that looks like a real place?' Lockon asked.
If there is, I will find it.
Tieria trawled Veda's database for locations. Places on Earth Lockon might know. There was little on Ireland, his home country, so he looked elsewhere. Visual data of the Ptolemaios I, of Dynames, of the island base they frequented. He found an image of the beach, with the sea scattered with flashes of sparkling light. Familiar, and there was plenty of data on it to create a facsimile. A blue sky with white clouds. White sand. He concentrated on collating the images. Veda would do the rest.
'Sun?' Lockon turned around to look at him. 'The island.' He smiled, and Tieria nodded. Veda filled in everything; it had been built up slowly, from meshes of code to a flat, grey surrounding, and then colour. So many different colours at once, the blue and the golden yellow, and the greens and bright oranges and pinks of the tropical plants.
It was the best place I could find. It's not my favourite place, but...
'It's great. Beats being underwater or in space.' Neil kicked at the sand below his feet. It flew up then down, in an arc of shimmering yellow. The place where Lockon had kicked slowly filled up with sand again, as Veda refilled the gap in it's perfect image. Tieria smiled, and brushed off his pink cardigan, making it into scattered grains of data on the beach. It didn't look appropriate for a tropical island. Lockon walked towards the sea.
Can I ask you something?
'Ask away.'
Are you happy the way you are now? Lockon knelt down, and swept his hand through the sea. It rippled, but not like water. Data particles parted and spread out from where Lockon's hand touched it, then flowed back.
'It's hard to say. Sometimes.' Lockon tugged off one of his gloves. 'It's weird. I'm here, but I'm not, not really. Like this water. It looks like water but it doesn't feel wet.' Tieria looked into Veda, and his own memories, of what water felt like. Warm. Cold. Wet. Slippery over the skin. Lockon swept his hand into the water, and instead of particles scattering, his hand went through it, rippling the surface. 'That's different.'
I'm not sure I could get it to feel right. Lockon turned his head and smiled at Tieria.
'It's pretty damned good.'
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Do you miss being on Earth? Lockon shrugged.
'I could go back there any time I wanted, so not really. What about you?'
Somewhat. Tieria traced patterns in the sand with his fingers, mingling his code with the sand's. Getting a new body would be difficult, but not impossible, I suppose.
'New body?'
We're clones. Innovators are, I mean. Tieria pulled his fingers away from the sand. Artificial.
'Ah.' Lockon leaned over him. 'You seem pretty real to me.' The artificial sun was very effective, lighting Lockon from the back, and casting a shadow over Tieria when he leaned over. Tieria held his hand up and spread his fingers wide. It cast a shadow. It was a perfect illusion of solid form.
I am real, Tieria said, and placed his hand on the back of Neil's head. Just not human. Not any more.
'Neither am I.' Neil leaned down so that his nose was almost touching Tieria's nose.
They kissed. When Lockon moved away from the kiss and moved down to kiss Tieria's neck, he felt a sensation like having goosebumps on his skin. He sighed, and exhaled, which did nothing to calm him down, there was no way of controlling this body like a human body. He could barely keep it together. Electrical impulses shot through him with every touch, every kiss. He gripped Lockon's back and tried to pull up his shirt, if it would even come off. His hands grasped the material, and he slid it up Lockon's back.
Lockon had an easier job with Tieria's clothes, which brushed away with a light touch. He sat up, and smiled down at Tieria.
'Wait one minute.' He pulled off his jacket and shirt, and his remaining glove. As Lockon undressed, Tieria realised that he hadn't even thought to give himself proper anatomy. He glanced downwards as Lockon pulled down his jeans. As he shed his clothes, they laid on top of the sand, sinking in slightly. Lockon seemed to have true mass in this world of binary and bytes. -
Veda seemed to know what Tieria wanted; the sun slowly set, casting dim, rosy-tinted light over the beach and the sea. Lockon was on top of him, naked, weighing him down, making him sink into the sand, that no longer felt like sand should. It was soft. It seemed to merge together into a downy softness.
'How's this?' Lockon asked as he ran his fingers over Tieria's hip, and the code that made up his trousers brushed off.
It's... Tieria cupped Lockon's face in his hands. I can't describe it. He kissed Lockon on the lips again. This was more than sexual desire, he had rarey thought about that when he was in his human body, this was... he wanted to be close to someone. To Lockon. When Lockon's fingers brushed through his hair, it felt like he could merge with him. Connect, like he did with Veda. He leaned his head back into the soft surface under him, and concentrated on the feeling of Lockon's hands on his skin.
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[That's a FFFFF of love btw ♥]
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...I don't actually know...
I use it to mean *I'm speechless* but I can't say for sure if I've gotten it completely right there.
Maybe some anon who actually knows could help? orz orz orz
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'I don't know if my body works like it used to,' Lockon said, looking down at himself. 'How're we supposed to...'
I don't know. Tieria squeezed Lockon's back with his arms, and arched his back up. Lockon moved closer as well, pushing their bodies together. Softness underneath him gave way, and he fell through it, pulling Lockon with him. He didn't know where they were falling, just that the pink and yellow surroundings were here, and that light was shining through the gap in the beach above.
He landed on another soft surface, though when he looked down, he couldn't see anything.
'We're floating?' Tieria looked up at him. He looked slightly shocked, but his expression calmed, and he closed his eye. 'That was weird. Tieria moved one hand to Lockon's face, slipped his fingers under the eyepatch slowly, and pushed it up. Lockon didn't stop him. It floated away, on non-existant winds. All that was under it was a sunked, scarred hole. It didn't come back when I died,' Lockon said. 'Not that I really expected it to.'
I'm sorry.
'It wasn't your fault.' Tieria pressed his fingers against the raw, pink tissue. 'It doesn't hurt anymore, at least.' He leaned up and pressed his lips against Lockon's cheek. Their bodies moved closer together again, slower this time, and he curled his legs around Lockon's hips, his arms around his back. He could feel muscles under skin, though he knew they weren't still there. It was an imprint of Lockon's body as it had been. What it was and what it wasn't didn't feel as important, when Lockon slid one hand up his thigh, trailing warmth where his hand touched. He kissed him again, and tried to imagine how it could feel, wetness and warmth and rough. Lockon's lips felt rough.
Lockon's hips pushed into him, and he gasped. Hot, too hot, it felt like he was burning. Lockon's lips kissed his neck quickly. Each one felt like a small electrical shock. Not painful, but jolting. He moved his hands to Lockon's buttocks, and urged him to move his hips more. Each movement made him cry out. Hot, blissful sensations. Like connecting, like the sensation he felt for a second when his mind first made contact with Veda, but more powerful.
Lockon?
'Yes?' Lockon stared down at him.
Do you feel... He ran his hand down Lockon's chest. Does it feel good? Lockon nodded, and nipped at his neck, very gently, but it was enough to make him sigh. He leaned his head back. The sky above him was bluish. He frowned. Regene. He concentrated on making the pink and yellow clouds move, and obscure the two of them. Every movement Lockon made made the clouds shake, and pulse, and Tieria moan and sigh. He tried. The clouds moved, overlapping and merging into a soft mass of pastel colours.
Harsh shocks were no longer so overwhelming, the heat no longer so unbearable, but he was running so many calculations at one time, to keep his body together, and the clouds above him, and he felt like he would overload, and crash. He clung to Lockon for support, gripped him with his hands and legs and his lips against his, holding him as close as he could without pulling his entire body into him. Lockon's movements were rough, quick, hurried. Tieria understood that, that hadn't felt any sensation for over four years, and was content to let the sensations wash over him even as his mind needed to concentrate. Perhaps he should stop trying to concentrate.
Oh.
He could feel more now, the firm smoothness of Lockon's chest
Oh. Ohh.
his legs, his hands on his body, hard sometimes
Oh!
soft sometimes... he didn't know why he was making sounds like that, it was far from impossible to keep them within his own thought processes, but Lockon's presence had always seemed to negate his sense, and make him feel irrational things.
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'Yes?'
I don't... know... Lockon pulled away from him slightly. No, more, I want more. Lockon pushed back in roughly and Tieria moaned. Less, less, it was too much. He hated, hated, loved these feelings that threatened to make him fall apart into nothing and then something. The clouds above his head churned like they were water in a rough sea. Looking at them made him feel nauseous (he didn't have a digestive system, feeling like that should be easy to override, but it was easier to just not look) so he closed his eyes.
Soft, soft, harder, hot
Fingers that dug into his back felt like
hot
no
There was the sounds of waves crashing on a beach
thoughts were becoming disjointed
Lockon...
Golden grains of sand kept falling from above
He couldn't let go like this there was too much his fingers were collapsing and his hair his toes everything...
Everything shut down.
Dark. Voices. Something stung. Shaking. Shaking him. Inexplicable pleasure, pain.
His thoughts process mess... were a mess... processes... he couldn't focus.
They returned to normal, slowly. vision started to return, but it felt like he was looking through water. Everything rippled and waved.
You crashed.
Crashed?
Orgasm. What? Are you really so innocent? No. Maybe a little. A laugh resounded, and it seemed to echo.
'Tieria, wake up, you're fading!'
His vision snapped back into focus, and he saw Lockon above him, his face full of concern.
'I thought you were going to vanish,' he said, and smiled. Tieria looked at his hand. Parts of it were missing, but not uniformly. Data had broke off, leaving holes in the shell that his form was. 'Are you all right?'
Yes. He sat up, shakily, and tried to reform himself. Head first, then his hands, then the rest of him, with smaller, simpler calculations this time, to keep him calm. Are you?
'Yes.' Lockon sighed, and hugged Tieria close. His chest tightened slightly, and held Lockon back and let him stoke his hair, even though he felt fragile at that moment. Like he couldn't hold himself together properly. 'I was really worried there, you went completely blank and started to disintegrate or break apart, or whatever it was.'
I know. It was strange. He rested his head on Neil's shoulder. He glanced around at the dissipating clouds, tinged with blue light.
What do you want?
I'm making sure you're happy. Tieria nuzzled against Lockon's neck.
I am.
'Pardon?'
I'm happy. Lockon chuckled quietly.
'That's good.' Regene's colours started to fade; he was backing off, just slightly. Perhaps he was learning about personal space, after all. Tieria didn't let it bother him. There weren't any secrets in Veda.
The two of them sat still, entwined with each other, for a long while. Time passed outside, he knew he should be monitoring it, sending messages, keeping in contact, trying to keep a connection, but for now, just for now, he wanted to be here.
Home.
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