OMG! DON'T READ ME, C/G SHIPPERS!
Title: Troublesome Brain (better than PWP, neh?)
Author: streamedwords
Rating: NC-17 -- I feel like such a cheeky harlot
Pairings: Zero/Ambrose. Cain/Ambrose!
Comments: A deleted scene that never made it into my Just a Step Ahead story. This starts where the scene left off.
-BIGTIMEKERMITWORTHYFLAIL- I couldn't help myself. JASA-verse memory revealed: Ambrose's first lover!
I haven't written smut in a long time, so please be gentle -- though I welcome constructive criticism, so that I may improve!
WARNING: The following fanfiction may not be appropriate for all viewers. Especially those who cannot handle the idea of Glitch/Ambrose doing anything of a sexual nature with anyone other than Cain. You have to scroll all the way to the bottom for the Cain-ness! You C/G zealots had better not come after me with flaming pitchforks again! Ambrose is teaching me uber!ninja skills!
The pressure of the desk against his back was becoming painful, considering how Zero would not allow him any space to move. Ambrose tried to ignore it as much as he could. He focused on the other instead, finding that once he had given permission, Zero had driven forward with one-track determination.
Zero's tongue wedged his lips apart, sweeping across his teeth before coaxing Ambrose's own tongue to fence with that invading one. His hands were moving too fast for Ambrose to catch up with all the sensations of touch -- he was just hot all over, convinced that this couldn't possibly be good for his health to be in such a condition. Zero's fingers were pulling at the catches of his clothes, Ambrose moving to do the same with the other teen's clothes, taking that as a prompt that he should do so.
Then Zero shifted his hips there where they had him pinned, grinding against him, and Ambrose's hands slipped in their efforts, mouth tearing away from that other one with a sharp gasp of delighted amazement. Since he had freed his mouth, Zero seemed to decide that he was going to kiss other places now, as he began to brush his lips in languid strokes across Ambrose's collarbone, words muffled as he whispered, "If you think that felt good, just imagine what the rest is going to be like."
Ambrose couldn't fathom what could be better, as he urged his weight away from the desk to grind against Zero, feeling the hardness of the other teen through the fabric of his pants. Tentative but curious, Ambrose reached his hand down between them, fingers fitting themselves over that pulsing shape. Zero choked in his throat, then his teeth bit at Ambrose's shoulder, causing the smaller teen to yelp.
"You're going to make this be over with too soon if you keep that up." Zero warned at a whisper, looking down between them towards where Ambrose's fingers traced his arousal. He edged back half a step to open up more space between them, giving up on the effort to undo all of those buttons on Ambrose's jacket, nimbly working the teen's pants open instead.
Swallowing thickly, Ambrose continued with his work, since Zero had not told him to stop. He cupped it against his palm, applying a light squeeze that had the taller teen moaning. Zero's eyes were on fire as he finished with those pants, hands pushing them down over Ambrose's hips. "Fine then. We'll do this quickly. Turn around, Ambrose."
Zero's hands on his shoulders firmly guided him around, Ambrose not bothering to fight it. He felt the other teen moving closer, spooning up against his back, before the dark-haired teen found himself being pushed forward by Zero's chest from behind. Ambrose placed his arms down on the top of his desk, hands splaying over the books which were piled there. Zero's mouth kissed along the back of his neck, up under his ear, even teasing the shell of it directly with his tongue as he whispered hotly, "You're lucky that I came prepared for this."
"What.. do you mean..?" Ambrose found it hard to talk, especially when he was having trouble remembering to even breath.
The low laugh which came out of the other teen held promise, Ambrose hearing Zero doing something back there which he could not see in his position. He tried to look over his shoulder, but Zero's chest was holding him down, not yielding enough to allow that smaller figure to elevate very far off the desktop. Ambrose jumped when he felt Zero's fingers exploring him again, against his naked flesh, and then the other teen was delving into a very personal and oddly sensitive area that made Ambrose drop his head forward onto his book on precious metals, head dizzy. "Zero...?"
"Just getting us ready." Zero purred to him reassuringly, his fingers smearing something cold on Ambrose, which he could only guess was some kind of lotion, or oil, or similar compound.
Ambrose's mind finally puzzled out the mechanics of sex, and what was about to happen. He considered calling it off right then. How would that possibly work?
His potential protest was silenced as he felt Zero's hips shifting behind him, a hard pressure moving against him. Ambrose felt a sliver of pain quake through his body, hands lifting from the desk as he thought to get hold of Zero, to make him stop this impossible task. But Zero was just out of his reach, the taller teen moaning as his hips pushed closer, that pain intensifying. "Zero, wait.."
"Shhh." The other whispered, kissing against the side of his throat where Ambrose's pulse was racing. "It will pass. Just relax and let me have you..."
Ambrose quieted. He closed his eyes tightly, finding that this whole sex thing was turning out to be quite an uncomfortable exchange. Since Zero told him that the pain would pass, he did his best to ride it out, feeling that hardness invading his body as Zero strained further in. "Unnn! Ambrose.."
Zero began to move his hips, nudging Ambrose forward against the desk. The smaller teen gasped, fingers curling over, nails digging lightly into the wood. It was indeed getting easier to handle as time went by, especially the longer that Zero moved against him. He knew that Zero was trying to make it easy for him, for which Ambrose was grateful.
However, Zero's lust could not stay patient. His hands clenched tightly on Ambrose's hips, leaning his weight over the smaller figure as he quickened his pace. Ambrose could hear the dim sound of their bodies joining, the slap of flesh against flesh, he kept his head down on the desk, muffling his noises. It had stopped hurting completely, only to be replaced by something just as alarming, being overwhelmed with pleasure.
"So tight.. Mm.. I'm very close, Ambrose." Zero informed him at a gasp. The smaller teen's mind went stumbling over that bit of information. Close to what?
Then Zero's right hand shifted underneath his hips, claiming hold of his own throbbing length, that action sending a spike of need through Ambrose. Zero was taking him there as well, hand moving with eager strokes, Ambrose unable to vocalize anything but a low keening sound of pleasure. He felt something building up inside him, swelling up powerfully, before Zero was crying out hoarsely against his back, riding through climax, while Ambrose--
Ambrose's eyes opened as a noise roused him out of slumber. He gasped, feeling himself sweating and flushed from the memory that had decided to unlodge itself from the maze of his mind. Sitting up abruptly in bed, he tried to get his bearings, mortified to find himself aroused in response to the intimate nature of the dream.
Cain was snoring peacefully beside him. That was what had woken him up.
The advisor reached up to the top of his head, knocking it with a fist, exasperated. "Stupid brain -- you're more trouble than you're worth!"
Still. Ambrose dropped his hand back down, eyes swiveling in the direction of the man sleeping beside him on the bed.
He grinned wickedly to himself, silently congratulating himself for a sudden superb idea on how to take care of his unwanted arousal.
It was time to wake Cain up with a most ingenius method. Ambrose tried very hard not to giggle as he slid down, disappearing underneath the blankets, intent on giving his tin man one grand sort of surprise. Troublesome that it was, his brain really did come up with the best plans sometimes.
Author: streamedwords
Rating: NC-17 -- I feel like such a cheeky harlot
Pairings: Zero/Ambrose. Cain/Ambrose!
Comments: A deleted scene that never made it into my Just a Step Ahead story. This starts where the scene left off.
-BIGTIMEKERMITWORTHYFLAIL- I couldn't help myself. JASA-verse memory revealed: Ambrose's first lover!
I haven't written smut in a long time, so please be gentle -- though I welcome constructive criticism, so that I may improve!
WARNING: The following fanfiction may not be appropriate for all viewers. Especially those who cannot handle the idea of Glitch/Ambrose doing anything of a sexual nature with anyone other than Cain. You have to scroll all the way to the bottom for the Cain-ness! You C/G zealots had better not come after me with flaming pitchforks again! Ambrose is teaching me uber!ninja skills!
The pressure of the desk against his back was becoming painful, considering how Zero would not allow him any space to move. Ambrose tried to ignore it as much as he could. He focused on the other instead, finding that once he had given permission, Zero had driven forward with one-track determination.
Zero's tongue wedged his lips apart, sweeping across his teeth before coaxing Ambrose's own tongue to fence with that invading one. His hands were moving too fast for Ambrose to catch up with all the sensations of touch -- he was just hot all over, convinced that this couldn't possibly be good for his health to be in such a condition. Zero's fingers were pulling at the catches of his clothes, Ambrose moving to do the same with the other teen's clothes, taking that as a prompt that he should do so.
Then Zero shifted his hips there where they had him pinned, grinding against him, and Ambrose's hands slipped in their efforts, mouth tearing away from that other one with a sharp gasp of delighted amazement. Since he had freed his mouth, Zero seemed to decide that he was going to kiss other places now, as he began to brush his lips in languid strokes across Ambrose's collarbone, words muffled as he whispered, "If you think that felt good, just imagine what the rest is going to be like."
Ambrose couldn't fathom what could be better, as he urged his weight away from the desk to grind against Zero, feeling the hardness of the other teen through the fabric of his pants. Tentative but curious, Ambrose reached his hand down between them, fingers fitting themselves over that pulsing shape. Zero choked in his throat, then his teeth bit at Ambrose's shoulder, causing the smaller teen to yelp.
"You're going to make this be over with too soon if you keep that up." Zero warned at a whisper, looking down between them towards where Ambrose's fingers traced his arousal. He edged back half a step to open up more space between them, giving up on the effort to undo all of those buttons on Ambrose's jacket, nimbly working the teen's pants open instead.
Swallowing thickly, Ambrose continued with his work, since Zero had not told him to stop. He cupped it against his palm, applying a light squeeze that had the taller teen moaning. Zero's eyes were on fire as he finished with those pants, hands pushing them down over Ambrose's hips. "Fine then. We'll do this quickly. Turn around, Ambrose."
Zero's hands on his shoulders firmly guided him around, Ambrose not bothering to fight it. He felt the other teen moving closer, spooning up against his back, before the dark-haired teen found himself being pushed forward by Zero's chest from behind. Ambrose placed his arms down on the top of his desk, hands splaying over the books which were piled there. Zero's mouth kissed along the back of his neck, up under his ear, even teasing the shell of it directly with his tongue as he whispered hotly, "You're lucky that I came prepared for this."
"What.. do you mean..?" Ambrose found it hard to talk, especially when he was having trouble remembering to even breath.
The low laugh which came out of the other teen held promise, Ambrose hearing Zero doing something back there which he could not see in his position. He tried to look over his shoulder, but Zero's chest was holding him down, not yielding enough to allow that smaller figure to elevate very far off the desktop. Ambrose jumped when he felt Zero's fingers exploring him again, against his naked flesh, and then the other teen was delving into a very personal and oddly sensitive area that made Ambrose drop his head forward onto his book on precious metals, head dizzy. "Zero...?"
"Just getting us ready." Zero purred to him reassuringly, his fingers smearing something cold on Ambrose, which he could only guess was some kind of lotion, or oil, or similar compound.
Ambrose's mind finally puzzled out the mechanics of sex, and what was about to happen. He considered calling it off right then. How would that possibly work?
His potential protest was silenced as he felt Zero's hips shifting behind him, a hard pressure moving against him. Ambrose felt a sliver of pain quake through his body, hands lifting from the desk as he thought to get hold of Zero, to make him stop this impossible task. But Zero was just out of his reach, the taller teen moaning as his hips pushed closer, that pain intensifying. "Zero, wait.."
"Shhh." The other whispered, kissing against the side of his throat where Ambrose's pulse was racing. "It will pass. Just relax and let me have you..."
Ambrose quieted. He closed his eyes tightly, finding that this whole sex thing was turning out to be quite an uncomfortable exchange. Since Zero told him that the pain would pass, he did his best to ride it out, feeling that hardness invading his body as Zero strained further in. "Unnn! Ambrose.."
Zero began to move his hips, nudging Ambrose forward against the desk. The smaller teen gasped, fingers curling over, nails digging lightly into the wood. It was indeed getting easier to handle as time went by, especially the longer that Zero moved against him. He knew that Zero was trying to make it easy for him, for which Ambrose was grateful.
However, Zero's lust could not stay patient. His hands clenched tightly on Ambrose's hips, leaning his weight over the smaller figure as he quickened his pace. Ambrose could hear the dim sound of their bodies joining, the slap of flesh against flesh, he kept his head down on the desk, muffling his noises. It had stopped hurting completely, only to be replaced by something just as alarming, being overwhelmed with pleasure.
"So tight.. Mm.. I'm very close, Ambrose." Zero informed him at a gasp. The smaller teen's mind went stumbling over that bit of information. Close to what?
Then Zero's right hand shifted underneath his hips, claiming hold of his own throbbing length, that action sending a spike of need through Ambrose. Zero was taking him there as well, hand moving with eager strokes, Ambrose unable to vocalize anything but a low keening sound of pleasure. He felt something building up inside him, swelling up powerfully, before Zero was crying out hoarsely against his back, riding through climax, while Ambrose--
Ambrose's eyes opened as a noise roused him out of slumber. He gasped, feeling himself sweating and flushed from the memory that had decided to unlodge itself from the maze of his mind. Sitting up abruptly in bed, he tried to get his bearings, mortified to find himself aroused in response to the intimate nature of the dream.
Cain was snoring peacefully beside him. That was what had woken him up.
The advisor reached up to the top of his head, knocking it with a fist, exasperated. "Stupid brain -- you're more trouble than you're worth!"
Still. Ambrose dropped his hand back down, eyes swiveling in the direction of the man sleeping beside him on the bed.
He grinned wickedly to himself, silently congratulating himself for a sudden superb idea on how to take care of his unwanted arousal.
It was time to wake Cain up with a most ingenius method. Ambrose tried very hard not to giggle as he slid down, disappearing underneath the blankets, intent on giving his tin man one grand sort of surprise. Troublesome that it was, his brain really did come up with the best plans sometimes.