Prompt Post Round 1
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“And heard it. Don’t forget that part,” GLaDOS sneered, her voice acid. “Moron,” she repeated as a happy afterthought, seeming delighted that Wheatley was no longer contradicting Her on this point.
“Did…you…” He swallowed, hesitating, his expression shifting oddly from one of shame to one of peculiar, nervous curiosity. His features, like his voice, had gone gentle and soft, almost vulnerable. A second swallow, and then, a quiet whisper, laced with self-conscious uncertainty: “…Did you like it?”
“Oh, please,” GLaDOS said instantly. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
Wheatley ignored her, his eyes lingering on Chell with focused intent. He seemed-strangely enough-almost hopeful, his lips flickering in and out of a bashful smile.
The question went straight to her groin, and the ghost of the coil of heat reared within her. She knew the answer. Of course she knew the answer. She knew the answer…but that didn’t mean he had to know.
But what if he did?
She considered. Would it hurt? He seemed to want her to admit it, to take away some of the shame from him. It was possibly the greatest opportunity at connecting with him that she’d had in a long time, ever since he’d gone into the chassis. What would he do if she gave him that? She didn’t see how it could possibly make him do anything worse than he already had. By definition, that could only mean that it could help.
And she wanted to find out.
Chell lowered her gaze and allowed herself to tilt her head up to him with a coy grin.
He swallowed visibly at that. One of his hands drifted out to the lines of cum that marred the image she was looking at, and he sheepishly wiped it off the monitor.
“Th-then-do-d’you want to…”
His voice had dropped at least an octave, gone dark and tender and husky with pent-up lust. She swore she could’ve swum in his vowels, they were so deep and wet.
“…Again, luv?” he barely whispered, his voice pleading.
Despite herself, something shivered inside her.
Oh, yes.
Definitely yes.
She was about to nod, but GLaDOS interrupted, evidently unsatisfied with waiting until the next chamber to get Her point across. Her voice cut through the air, harsh and biting. “Not so fast. We still have to discuss putting me back in my body.”
Wheatley opened his mouth as if to protest, but She didn’t let him talk, instead forging ahead with a hasty reminder: “The Itch will return, you know. We can already see it.”
Chell’s eyes flicked again to Wheatley’s groin. He was still trying to cover it with his hand, but his cock wouldn’t have it; controlled by the testing protocols, it was already hardening, pushing upward past his fingers, a feat that should have been distinctly impossible. Wheatley’s blush deepened automatically as he followed Chell’s gaze to his rampant dick. “You can thank science for that,” GLaDOS continued. “And you will need us to relieve it. You know that now.”
For one terrible moment, Wheatley’s mouth quirked, and his eyes hardened, and Chell knew GLaDOS had pushed it too far while Wheatley still had control over himself. But then the Itch won out, and he nodded.
“Remember, we can refuse to solve the tests again. Don’t say anything,” GLaDOS ordered when he opened his mouth again. To Chell’s surprise, he snapped it shut immediately. “Good. So. We will continue to test, until we reach the central control chambe-”
“Lair.”
GLaDOS’ eye contracted. “What?” she all but hissed.
“My lair,” Wheatley repeated, with a touch of pride. “I know-bit of a funny word, isn’t it? But I don’t mind. I like it. ‘Lair.’ Has sort of a ring.”
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